Post by bigfan on Oct 22, 2017 1:43:38 GMT
The Summer of Bliss having been realized with her win against Alexis Suguitan, the Dangerous Diva claiming the #1 contender position for the World Title, Eliza bounced from one leg to the other, waiting impatiently for the chance to begin her greatest virtuoso performance.
The house lights of the arena dimmed, leading to the requisite hoots and hollers from the excited throng. A white-hot spotlight broke the darkness, signaling it’s time for FAWNAMANIA’s main event. The beam fell upon the upper stage and a lean, lithe brunette gracefully strode into view.
ELIZA BLISS:
Having proven herself worthy in repelling Eternal Midnight and laying Alexis to waste, the crowd was excited to support their Superlative Soprano. They offered an ovation worthy of Pavarotti. The PA was quick to announce the dark-haired grappler’s arrival before she began her breathtaking warbling.
“Ladies and gentlemen it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenging, hailing from London, England, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds.…she is the Sublime Songbird…ELIZA BLISSSS!”
Quickly behind, a sweet melodious set of notes reached the heights, the highest high of superlatives could not describe the magnificence of the operatic ecstasy. Nor could it describe the beauty currently commanding the stage.
Eliza raiseed her arms dramatically and serenaded the FAWNatics with her own entrance accompaniment, no one else able to reach the perfect notes of sweet rapture. Blissy sett herself on the upper stage. The long locks of the slender, sinewy brunette fell in great cascades, Bliss clad in a lacy black one-piece that clung to her lightly tanned form like a second skin; curious, futuristic, metallic wristbands, glittered from each wrist to only a few inches short of her elbows. Below, she wore tempting, knee-high black leather boots. Without missing a beat, the Englishwoman strode down the aisle belting out the concluding aria of Giulio Cesare.
Her checkered past long forgotten, the loyal fans of the Blackbird have taken Bliss under their protective wing after her time astray.
Eliza’s singles’ career ascendant, the long ago Lightweight champion seemed poised and focused, her vocal chords providing instant ecstasy, Eliza rising through the ranks like a summer night’s skyrocket.
As Bliss strolled to the ring, waving and smiling, she finished her exquisite verse and slapped hands with those lucky enough to be on the aisle.
Reaching the battleground, Eliza made a quick circle, making contact with the crowd, particularly pleased with a placard that notes “Jenny may have a million moves, but tonight, she’s got no answers! #summerofbliss”
The radiant brunette nodded in agreement as she’s handed a microphone.
“It’s been such a long road,” Eliza said. “So many twists and turns. But nothing and no one, certainly not the despicable Double J, is going to block my road to the final destination. The encore of encores.”
The sinewy soprano handed over the stick and turned to the squared circle, the FAWNatics roaring, showing their support with hearts, lungs, and hands. Eliza skipped up the ring steps, slid through the ropes, and moved to the middle, casting her dark, piercing eyes to the stage above and the imminent arrival of the champion, the only woman who could deny her destiny.
The sold out crowd was still cheering over the challenger’s latest performance when the Announcer stepped up to kill their buzz. “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!"
Thousands of opera lovers transformed into general purpose haters as the speakers kicked into ‘Invincible’ by Adelita’s Way. Jenny didn’t appear for almost ten seconds, the former fan-favorite apparently relishing her headlining spot on FAWN’s biggest show. Offering nothing more than a vaguely irritated eye-roll at the near cacophonous disdain thrown her way, the NorCal Sensation strode to the top of the ramp where she paused to undo the clasp holding that ten pounds of leather and gold around her waist. Hoisting it high, she marched the full length of the stage, making sure each and every one of those fair weather assholes saw what she’d accomplished without their help.
“Really? REALLY? THIS is who you’re throwing your support behind?” she swept an incredulous hand toward the brunette in the ring. “I submitted the TALENTED half of that tag team without breaking a sweat, you think her bland back-up is gonna beat me here?”
JENNY JACOBS:
The betrayed Jacobites replied in the affirmative, so Jenny flipped them a disgusted bird before she stomped down the aisle. For this, the biggest Main Event of her already vaunted career, 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. Keeping the belt slung over one shoulder as she ran her mouth to every troll and doubter between her and the ring, Jacobs abruptly broke into a flat sprint and tossed her prize under the bottom rope half a heartbeat before she dove along after it.
Reclaiming it the instant she returned to boot leather, Jenny stormed across the ring and would’ve gone straight to the challenger if Nick Castle hadn’t stepped in her way. “You always talk about the spotlight!” Jenny barked from her side of the encroaching zebra. “Step out here and see how long you can hang!”
Eliza did just that, the lissome brunette in no mood to have the validity of her ascendancy challenged by bytch who’d gone low to embarrass her best friend. Wedged between blonde and brunette like some ancient hero trying to keep two toppling pillars upright, Nick demanded, “Ease off, ladies! I’ll ring the bell soon enough, you just gotta get back to your corners!”
Bliss ignored him, her eyes were locked on the World Champion. “I’m right here, Jenny. And you don’t scare me in the slightest.”
“I will, bytch.” Jenny promised. “When I put you through the latest and most spectacular failure of a career BUILT on spectacular failures, you’re gonna fear me more than--” Jenny dipped backward as Eliza swiped a claw through the air so recently occupied by her nose.
“Better shut your mouth before I stick a claw in it, understudy.” Bliss growled.
Jacobs growled right back, started to push forward but backed off when Nick got up in her business.
“Corners, NOW!” he demanded to both his charges. “Or I’ll fine you both half the winner’s share before the bell even rings. Got it?”
The money didn’t matter a fraction as much as the World Title, but both champ and challenger were eager to get started so they did as bade, though Jenny made sure to raise the belt for Eliza’s perusal. “Only way it gets closer is when I sit on your face, bytch.” the Innovator promised. Then she tossed it to Castle and stalked to the far corner to await that goddamned bell.
Eliza’s nerves fluttered along with the jangle of the bell, a sensation she hadn’t experienced on the stage or in the ring in a very long time. Allowing herself a moment to enjoy the white-hot heat of FAWN’s brightest spotlight, the Superlative Soprano saw the World Champion as she was now, then imagined her gurgling in stupefied surrender with the Cleft Note jammed down her arrogant gullet. Thusly fortified, Eliza Bliss strode forth to remind the head understudy just who the hell she was.
Jenny watched the Songbird’s approach with a mixture of anger and irritation. The ‘Summer of Bliss’ as the internet dweebs had dubbed it, was nothing but a fluke, one of those momentary flashes the has-been’s or never was’s displayed from time to time that made their perennial mediocrity all the more galling. She would’ve much preferred humbling Suguitan instead, but the Penthouse Panther had caved under pressure and so Jacobs was forced to deal with the lesser Blackbird. Determined to silence the little drama nerd once and for all, the NorCal Sensation pushed off the buckles at a near run to make sure she reached the center in time with her challenger.
Given the mouth Jacobs had developed over the last several months, Bliss expected her blonde to offer up some snarky little bon mot before they locked up so she was taken aback when Jenny simply bulled into her for a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Eliza was taller but the champ had almost ten pounds on her and with momentum on her side it wasn’t long before she had the brunette halfway back to start. Even so, Bliss hadn’t earned her spot just to get muscled around the ring so she set her left leg like a kickstand to disrupt Jacobs’s momentum. The rude stop broke Jenny’s stride and gave Bliss the opening she needed to start her own forward march. Jacobs growled, cupped one hand against the challenger’s chin and forced her head back, only Eliza wasn’t having it. She kept right on walking until Jenny’s back and butt pressed against the rubber-coated steel. Treating the champ to a bit of hand on face of her own, the Englishwoman asked, “Need a break, de--”
Jacobs twisted her hips hard left, reversing their positions to stack Eliza against the strands. “No, I don’t.” Jenny hooked a thumb into the side of her foe’s mouth and gave it a sharp tug. “Do you need to call for OlivNGH!”
Bliss didn’t waste time calling Nick’s attention to the infraction, she simply drilled a quick Kneelift into the blonde’s navel and spun so Jenny was back against the ropes. “’Liv has faith in me, dear.” Eliza murmured as she pressed four fingers below Jacobs’s left eye and sloooooowly raked down. “It’s a pity you can’t say the OW!”
The Innovator went basic with a nip to the brunette’s fingers. That along with the face rake drew Castle over, alas he was a step too slow to call for a break as the tangled pair burst into a furious tumble along the ropes that didn’t stop until Jenny’s back BWUUUNGED against the turnbuckles. Leaning into the smaller woman with every bit of her weight, Blissy pressed both hands to Jenny’s chin and pushed back as hard as she could while simultaneously tilting her own head back to deliver some melodic perfection.
Though he was loathe to interrupt such artistry, his charges were in the corner, so Nick hurried over and tapped Eliza on the shoulder. “Hands off and up, ‘Liza. I want a clean break, ok?”
Content with those opening notes, Bliss made to pull away from the champ but went right back to the Collar & Elbow when Jacobs bore down on her own grips! Seemingly unperturbed by the lack of space at her back, Jenny put a foot on the bottom buckle, then climbed her way to the second to gain a clear height advantage. Castle was still barking for a clean break when the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds pushed off her perch and laid out on shoulder and hip to sling Bliss to the canvas with a clever amalgamation of Clench and Arm Drag.
Still holding on when she rose on one knee, Jacobs leaned forward and down, pressing the Englishwoman’s shoulders…
ONE…
Eliza powered out and over, rolling Jenny onto her back even as she straddled opposing waist for…
ONE…
Jenny kicked her legs high, hooked them under Bliss’s armpits and sat up to force the taller battler down in an impromptu Sunset Flip good for…
ONE…
TWO…
Bliss curled her arms around Jenny’s thighs and surged forward, knocking Jenny flat and sitting on chest in a Matchbook that lasted for…
ONE…
TWO…
Jacobs forced her rival back down into the Sunset Flip, only this time she sprang to her feet and collected Bliss’s legs before somersaulting into a snug bridge that folded her Brit in half Jackknife style. Already in place, Nick was in perfect position to count…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Eliza wrapped her arms around Jenny’s waist, wrenched her legs loose and planted both feet just in time to rise up beneath the annoyed champion. Unfortunately for Jenny her irritation curdled to dismay when Bliss twisted around behind her, hooked both arms at the bicep and dropped to her knees, which in turn stacked Jacobs on her shoulders. Pressing her own forehead to the mat to make the Backslide that much stronger, Eliza dared mouth the count along with the rest of the FAWNatics…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Innovator rolled out of the predicament with half a second to spare, which was apparently plenty of time because she didn’t even glance at Castle before lashing out with a kick aimed between Eliza’s-- Bliss caught the blonde’s ankle mere inches from her forehead and quickly got to her feet while Jacobs hopped on her remaining foot. “Let go of my foot, bytch.” Jenny growled. “I’m in no mood for another of those goddamned high NNNGGGHH!”
Eliza slung Jacobs’s leg back with enough force to bend her over which meant the Kneelift she THWONKED against her forehead landed with that much more force. Jenny staggered and turned away, so Eliza went after her and slapped on a tight Waistlock. Aware she’d have to work at top speed to keep ahead of an offensive prodigy like Jacobs, Eliza muscled the smaller woman off her feet, twisted hard and dropped to her knees to THWHUMP Jacobs down flat on her belly. Sidling around to the champ’s head the instant she landed, Bliss cinched her right arm around Jenny’s head and squeezed tight while simultaneously stretching out in a sort of push-up position.
A no-frills Chancery was hardly anyone’s idea of innovative, but it let Eliza impose her will and grind away at her opponent’s reserves. Resisting the urge to swat at her opponent’s vulnerable flank, Bliss instead delivered several ringing SMACKS to Jenny’s ribs before applying a claw just above her right hip. “Get used to this feeling, Jacobs.” Eliza suggested as Jenny struggled and squirmed against her control. “You’re going to feel my claws digging away at you all EERRGHH!”
A shooting pain ran up Bliss’s left shoulder as Jenny twisted loose of the Chancery and wrung the challenger’s right arm in the same motion. Extending the captured limb to its fullest, Jacobs flicked a quick little kick into the meat of her brunette’s right bicep, then hopped up and ‘flicked’ Bliss’s wrist like it was a wet towel in an attempt to wrench her shoulder out of socket. Didn’t work this time, but it got the Renaissance Woman on her feet a lot fasTHWHUMP! The NorCal Sensation peeled off a second Arm Wringer, only this time she laid out on her belly and so doing dropped Bliss hard on her tingling shoulder.
SWINGING ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S60G0wN8I0Q
“So you’re going to tear me apart?” the ‘tude was back in Jenny’s voice as she shoved Eliza onto her belly and straddled her back. “That’ll be quite the trick with two shattered hands.”
On that rather ominous prediction, Jacobs snatched Eliza’s right wrist and forced it between her shoulders in a Hammerlock. To make matters worse, she curled her other hand around the challenger’s fingers and began bending them this way and that!
Eliza shrieked in pain as the World Champion played her own evil game of ‘This Little Piggy’, twisting and bending Blissy’s digits in directions they were never meant to travel. The Songbird writhed and cursed, trying to buck the blonde off, but with one arm tied behind her and Jacobs threatening to dislocate knuckles to meet the ends to which she would obviously use any means, Eliza was in a dangerously weaponless predicament.
Unable to crawl or shake free and with Jenny about to work over her right thumb, the Brit kicked up her legs and battered both heels into the base of Jacobs’ spine. The first set of THUMPS did nothing but convince Jenny to get even more savage with her attempted mutilation of Blissy’s right set of fingers, but the second, third and fourth were enough for the champ to reconsider her positioning.
The woman of five million or more moves released her less than playful ‘eeny meeny miney mo’ and reaches behind her to grab Eliza’s legs at the ankles when Bliss thrust her heels up again. Tucking those ankles under her armpits, the brutal Golden Girl reached forward, lacing her fingers and scooping them under the Superlative Soprano’s chin.
Jenny yanked back with her newly won grip and started to draw the crown of the diva’s head toward her boot soles. Muffled cries from the Blackbird alerted the FAWNatics to just how agonizing this spinecracking version of the Camel Clutch was. With no boots to push against the canvas, Blissy’s goose appeared cooked in the ingenious Clutch and Castle dropped down, going face to face with Eliza, not wanting the Soprano’s career to end on the grandest stage of them all.
“Do you want to quit?” Nick asked sympathetically, almost pleading with her to do it as he watched Eliza’s spinal column ravaged, Blissy’s frame nearly turned into a savage circle. Tears welled in Eliza’s eyes and two blinks for ‘no’ sent them tumbling down her cheeks, answering Castle’s question.
Nick waved his arms at the timekeeper, confirming the negative response and Jenny could hardly believe her baby blues.
“Bytch,” she scolded Eliza. “I’ve taught better women than you how to surrender.”
Jacobs tugged all the more and those in the front rows squirmed in their seats, disturbed at the gruesome sight. Finally, frustration got the better of the champion before Bliss would give up what might be her final chance to bring her mat success to the same level as her blissful warbling.
Allowing Eliza’s legs to slip from under her armpits, Jenny moved her cupped hands to Blissy’s dark mane and THRUST her foe’s face into the deck, the Blackbird’s braincase bouncing off the canvas-covered plywood.
The champ passed on a pin attempt, instead rising to her feet and creating a celebration of one as she hovered over the writhing diva, arms extended high and wide. Eliza’s hands cover her face, Blissy rolling to her back then up to her haunches. Jacobs pulled away the covering right paw, forced it to the canvas, and trampled on the injured hand.
Eliza howled in pain, pulling the hand up and cradling it close. Bliss rose to her feet and staggered away from the rampaging Jenny, but Jacobs was far from done. With Eliza distracted by her throbbing right set of digits, the champ spun the Brit to face her, ducked and wrapped her arms under the brunette’s taut glutes. Jenny embraced her cargo as she carried Eliza around the ring in a quick orbit before viciously splitting Eliza’s wickets with a Rotating Atomic Drop.
ROTATING ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvyVrqlf0Q0
Eliza bounced off the posted knee, her undercarriage singing a very unpleasant tune. Dropping to the mat on her tailbone didn’t improve the throbbing notes. The Blackbird reached for her aching seat with her left hand while trying to sneak her right behind her to keep it out of sight and hopefully out of Jacobs’ line of fire.
Jenny’s preoccupation faded at least momentarily, as instead of trying to make sure there will be no Cleft Note tonight, the Golden Girl grabbed Eliza by the braincase and tugged the diva up, making sure to keep her bent at the waist. Jenny wrapped her arms around the midriff of the brunette ready to show the Songbird the Revenge of the Elizabeth Dane.
Jacobs vaulted Bliss into the air in a front flip and let the Blackbird roll over her shoulder to catch her on the back side in a Crucifix. But instead of Jenny peeling her foe back over and dropping the diva in a Piledriver, Bliss shook her way out of the trap and slid down Jenny’s aft.
Before either even made a move to turn and face her foe, Eliza got a little naughty, sending a blind Mule Kick behind her. Whether by design or not, Blissy’s heel SLAMMED into the privates of the World Champion and Jenny’s knees instantly knocked together, her baby blues wide, jaw dropping.
Bliss turned to find Jacobs bent and frozen, hands deep between her thighs. Eliza feigned embarrassment and guilt, the FAWNatics lapping up her delightful disingenuousness. She gathered the NorCal Sensation’s cranium and spun the doubled blonde toward her, tugging her into a tight Front Facelock.
Raising her free arm and hitting the perfect high note, Eliza hopped into the air and added a little spin to the right, then absolutely SPIKED Jenny’s skull into the canvas with a Jumping DDT that drew a collective groan from the audience and left the previously dominant Jenny in a quaking starfish.
LEAPING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkQArPyqpGM
A weary but resilient Bliss knee-walked to the splayed champion and covered her in a Crossbody, hooking a leg with her mangled right hand for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Jacobs kept the Golden Reign alive with a kick out, Eliza unable to properly curl her hand around Jenny’s lower limb with her mauled digits perhaps keeping Bliss from the three-count and glory.
In any case, Bliss sought to maintain her momentum, recapturing Jenny’s head almost instantly, tugging a suddenly floundering Jacobs to her feet. Eliza moved side by side, facing in the opposite direction, and swung an arm across her foe’s shoulders.
Bliss genuflected, thrusting Jenny’s ivory-skinned frame down across bended knee, adjusting a few of Jacobs’ vertebrae. In an instant, Bliss finished off her Encore, Encore by planting the despicable Double-J’s face and chest into the canvas with the STO portion of her lethal performance.
ENCORE, ENCORE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ro8E3HZ6Db4
The challenger lowered her noggin into the flaccid Jenny’s right ribs and rolled the blonde to her back with a head-push. Once overturned, Jenny quickly provided the welcome mat to Eliza’s lateral press and a new World Championship sovereignty in…
ONE…
TWO…
The Innovator kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ her escape imbued with a sort of surly confidence that did nothing to dull the embers in Bliss’s right hand. Understanding she’d have to inflict much more punishment on her foe, Eliza shoveled Jacobs onto her belly, sidled up against her left shoulder and placed the full weight of her right knee firmly against the American’s neck. Then she grabbed a handful of bright blonde locks and wrenched back until Jenny was inspecting the upper deck with eyes squinted by pain.
“Think you’re the only one in this ring who knows a few nasty little tricks, dearest?” the Blackbird chirped. “Allow me to prove otherwise.”
Crooking her left index finger into a diminutive ‘J’, Bliss slipped it into the side of the champ’s mouth and treated her to a slow, mean, fishhook! Jenny squealed and glanced around for the referee, who, much to her relief, was already closing in on the action. “Let go of her hair, Eliza.” Castle remonstrated. “And get your finger out of her mouth. Don’t make me start a count.”
“Oh, a count would be lovely, Nicholas.” Eliza beamed even as she widened Jenny’s smile. “We could make it a duet if you would like!” Nick sighed and started to count. Eliza did indeed provide a wonderful soprano accompaniment, going so far as to add a theatrical little flourish when she released her hooks at ‘FOUR!’ Placating the muttering zebra with batted eyelashes and a perfectly legal grip on her opponent’s ears, Bliss got to her feet and forced Jacobs to do the same before switching over to a Wristlock.
Two big steps back provided more than enough momentum for the Irish Whip that sent the NorCal Sensation racing across the squared circle to BWUUUNG spine-first into the turnbuckles. No musical accompaniment this time, save for the staccato patter of the challenger’s boots as she ran down her target and ultimately treated her to a tummy on tits collision courtesy of a Soprano Splash. Jenny ‘UUUUUNNNNGGGHHH’ed beneath the brunette’s weight but her feet remained steady and she made Bliss pay for the encroachment with a rude pie-facing shove across one cheek. The Songbird stumbled, went to check her bottom lip, then decided a European Uppercut to the Yank’s jawline was far more appropriate.
Jacobs’s head snapped back with the impact and she sagged against the roughly-padded steel, a tacit invitation for Eliza to mount the second rope. Grimacing as her wounded right hand curled deep into the champ’s battle-damp hair, Eliza looked out at the throng and asked, “Join me, won’t you?” What the FAWNatics lacked in musical talent they made up for with sheer enthusiasm, their giddy chorus tolling off a count of ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEV--’
Boos all around as Jenny ended the performance early with a two-handed shove that sent the Englishwoman from her perch in an irritated little leap. “It is just like you to interrupt a flawless performance.” Eliza snapped at her blonde.
“Try something that doesn’t suck.” Jenny snarked right back. “Then you might be able to hold my attention all the way to the--” Eliza bore down on her, the lithesome lovely drawing back her left arm for an Elbow Smash aimed at the point of Jenny’s-- Jacobs hooked her arms over the top rope, brought both legs up and pistoned them into Eliza’s che--”F*CK!” Jenny barked when Eliza caught hold of her ankles.
“Is that really any way for our World Champion to speak, dear?” The Innovator didn’t get a chance to answer before Eliza slung those captured stems as hard as she could, the momentum of it spinning Jenny from the corner to a wobbly seat on the middle rope. A vulnerable predicament to be sure, as Bliss pointed out when she stepped in and TWHAPPED a forearm across her foe’s shoulders. Jacobs cried out and threw her head back, thus making it an easy target for the challenger’s Inverted Facelock. “Actually, there’s no need to fret over your language, Jenny.” Eliza noted as she stuffed the blonde’s chin in her left armpit. “You won’t be champion for much longer, after all.”
With that she pushed onto tiptoes and dropped to one knee to THWHUMP Jacobs’s upper back along the length of her thigh. An impressive show already, Bliss’s performance grew that much more dramatic when she straightened up with Jenny still in her clutches, spun around and cupped the Californian’s chin so that the back of her neck was wedged against the point of her left shoulder. Then she laid out and THAWHAMMED Jenny down on the back of her head and shoulders with a flawlessly delivered Hangman’s Neckbreaker.
ROPE HUNG NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Yz-5MzCt00
The impact left Jenny splattered, but her lower legs were still draped over the ropes, so Eliza grabbed her by the wrists and dragged her cavewoman style to the middle of the ring. Once there she scurried into position alongside and dropped down across Jenny’s chest in a miniature Splash good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds lifted a shoulder off the mat, though this escape was far less defiant than the earlier effort. Confident she was wearing the American down, Bliss got to her feet and stalked around behind the slowly recovering champion. Gritting her teeth as she curled her right hand in that unforgettable ‘C’ shape, Eliza raised it to the rafters and offered up a glorious high note that earned a thunderous roar from the capacity crowd. As of yet unaware of the doom waiting on her six, Jacobs powered to boot leather, spun around and-- “GUUURRRRHHHK!”
Bliss darted forward with viper-quickness, that readied right hand jabbed deep into the champ’s oblivious maw. Eyes alight as she clamped down on the soft flesh beneath Jenny’s tongue, Eliza grabbed her clawin’ wrist for extra leverage and squeezed that much harder. “Submit.” the brunette demanded her wide-eyed adversary. “Submit or I’ll sing you to sleeeEEEAAAAAAAAAARRRRHHHHHH!”
Jenny curled her fingers around the prong of Eliza’s thumb and pulled down like she meant to touch the tip to the challenger’s forearm! Abandoning the Cleft Note almost at once, Bliss tried to prize her hand free of the blonde’s trap only to wail that much louder when the traitorous Jacobite transitioned to a Greco-Roman Knucklelock that made the Briton’s eyes water. With Eliza’s limber frame temporarily frozen by the simple grasp, Jenny raised her right hand high and CRAAACKED a blistering slap to opposing cleavage. That cringe-inducing shot loosened the brunette’s knees, leaving her distressingly pliable as Jenny bore down on the Knucklelock and raced to the nearest corner. ‘Walking’ her way from the mat to the second rope to the top rope like it was no big thing, Jacobs leapt from the rubber-coated steel and caught the challenger in a snug Front Facelock. A quick twist later and the FAWN World Champion PLANTED the crown of Bliss’s skull on the canvas with a DDT that sent Eliza somersaulting onto her tush, chin mere inches above her own décolletage.
ROPE WALK TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMJTrEOhEsM
Her head was still ringing when Jacobs slithered over, grabbed her at shoulder and hip and stretched her out flat. Then she planted a knee on Eliza’s tits and one hand on her fluttering tummy in an arrogant cover that lasted through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Bliss pushed Jacobs loose and rolled onto her stomach to guard against another cover. This proved disastrous, as Jenny snatched her left wrist, twisted around parallel to her foe and threaded her right leg over the exposed limb. Folding Eliza’s wing around her thigh in an instant, Jenny hooked her right ankle into the pit of her left knee, then reached across Eliza’s upper back and seized her right wrist. “I’ve got a better idea,” Jenny snarled to the struggling Briton. “YOU sing.” She CRAAAAAAAAANKED Eliza’s right arm back at a vicious angle, the final result a clever modification on Veronica Treymane’s dreaded ‘Noirevoir’. Of course Jenny was always happy to customize any bit of her vast arsenal to fit the given situation and so she halved the Wristlock, wrapped her free hand around Eliza’s straining fingers and used the grip to wrench the challenger’s right arm that much farther!
BIRDCAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwoohebtTuU
“One warning,” the callous Innovator said as Bliss did her best to smother a scream against the mat, “stick your fingers in my mouth one more time and I swear to god I’ll snap them off one at a f*cking time.”
As if to prove she’s ready to move the Mania main event to a whole other level, the blonde yanked back viciously with one final tug that seemed to nearly succeed in ripping the limb free. When Blissy’s arm whiplashed back into place, Jacobs having released, it’s accompanied by a pitch-perfect shriek. Eliza cradled the wrecked right limb close, the fingers at the end of the arm gnarled, Jacobs’s having methodically lowered a bass-heavy boom on the soprano’s ability to hit her Cleft Note.
Jenny pushed to her feet and motioned the slender soprano up. The wincing Eliza responded, using her left hand to shove to her knees where the NorCal Sensation took over. Jacobs collected Bliss around the noggin and hauled her foe up the rest of the way. Snatching the aching right limb, Jenny slipped under and around the unsteady Blackbird, securing the wing of the Brit, folding it tight to her back and wrenching until Bliss popped to tiptoes to try and relieve the pressure, yipping in agony.
Jenny threw Eliza’s opposite arm behind her neck and RIPPED Bliss off her feet with her signature Captivating Lariat, spinning into the challenger and driving the back of the diva’s skull against the canvas.
CAPTIVATING LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SidTqcg5o7U
After the impact, Jacobs propped up on an elbow next to her flattened foe as if she’s on a blanket at a picnic and Eliza’s the main course. The blonde watched with a smirk as Eliza cradled her noggin with left hand, the right too out of commission to handle that task. Jacobs rose to her feet, the crowd silenced by the increasing domination of Double-J on her challenger.
Leave,” Jacobs demanded. “Leave now and I won’t break out the big shyt on your sorry ass. But when you do; leave on your hands and knees.”
Those fans close enough to hear Jenny’s words broke out a round of hateful boos at FAWN’s World Champion. But when Bliss didn’t heed the titleholder, the blonde set about keeping her word, scraping up Eliza’s legs and crossing them in a figure four. With that accomplished, she spun Eliza to her chest, and, artfully keeping the soprano’s legs locked against her torso, reaching and capturing the Songbird’s arms as well. Locking elbows with her foe, she tugged Eliza’s upper half off the canvas, securing a crazy elevated and inverted Scorpion Death Lock that again tested Blissy’s vocal chords and lungs.
Double-JTO
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9D5F-dDKmLA
Jenny added a baby swing to bring insult to injury and there Eliza rocked toward ruin, crying out in pain but shaking off any attempt from Castle to offer safe harbor. Tears welled in the eyes of the Brit, every single limb and her spinal column tortured by the ingenious technician.
“You should have crawled your ass home,” Jacobs grunted, fighting hard to keep her submission in place before her exhausted muscles give in to Blissy’s willfulness, the Golden Girl dropping the diva back to the canvas.
Jenny took a stroll to shake out her drained arms while a shabby Bliss slithered along the canvas, trying to reach the ropes to slip under and fall out of play. Jacobs brought that little excursion to an end, catching up with the slowly departing Eliza and stomping on the already demolished right hand of the Superlative Soprano.
Bliss howled, tugging the hand in close again, leaving herself little in the way of defenses when an unrelenting Jenny, now just playing with her challenger, forced Eliza up for yet more punishment. That was until Bliss went old school Eliza on her foe, using her left thumb to jab Jenny in her right eye.
Jacobs yelped and cursed as she turns away, staggering half-blind to the far side of the squared circle. Reaching a neutral corner, she turned to find Eliza, still rubbing at one baby blue peeper while the other was focused like a laser at the wobbly, abused and barely upright Blackbird.
With Bliss bent at the waist, trying to shake out cobwebs, Jenny made her move, closing the gap between them and throwing out a split-legged Yakuza Kick toward Eliza’s jaw.
But as boot was about to meet chin, the Dangerous Diva pirouetted away from the impact, leaving the badass blonde to land her set of splits without any reward. Reacting with a wince, Jenny not planning on dropping directly to a full breach, Jacobs swung her lower limbs together and rolled to her chest. But before, the woman of more than many holds and currently one working eye could make a full escape from her mistake, a rejuvenated Blissy dove to a front-facing straddle of the champ’s right leg.
Grabbing the left at Jenny’s ankle with both hands, the slender soprano forced the limb forward, folding it more each time she snuggled further up her foe’s frame behind the limb to secure each increase in the arc. Eliza moved within range of cupping her laced fingers in a cup under Double-J’s chin and she added a modified clutch to the equation, stretching the NorCal Sensation until YES, Jacob’s boot sole touched the crown of her head.
LEG HOOK CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPQsU4hiHxs
The FAWNatics roared with appreciation and soon chanted for the champ to give up her title. “TAP…TAP…TAP.”
Bliss whispered in the ear of the mewling Jacobs.
“I’m not letting you leave, dearheart. These people want you broken. Who am I to deny them?”
Jenny prized at Eliza’s fingers and managed to loosen the digits. She then pounded a fist into them and cracked them open like a clamshell, the Songbird’s battered right hand betraying her. Jenny’s head and torso flopped to the canvas and when an aching Eliza massaged her fingers instead of keeping her concentration, Jacobs slunk free altogether, crawling toward a corner.
After a handful of seconds, a grunting Bliss ignored her aching digits and tracked down the retreating blonde a few steps from her destination. Snatching a wrist and a weak handful of flaxen mane, she got Jenny to her feet and snuggled in close behind the champ, offering her back toward the corner. Taking a moment to judge the distance, Eliza heaved the despicable Jacobs up and over with a release German Suplex from FAR too close, the back of Jenny’s braincase BANGING into the middle buckle.
Jacobs plopped to her tailbone after the impact, seated in front of the corner, legs extended, head bowed and bobbling, the blonde in a daze from the preceding collision.
Eliza clambered to one knee, mused over dragging the champ out of the corner before settling on another tactic. Scrambling over on her knees, Bliss plunged the left into Jenny’s hair and gave her a prim little shake en route to hauling her to boot leather. “Like I told you after dismissing the Panther,” the Englishwoman rasped at her foe. “Do your worst with the best you can imagine. In the end the Cleft Note decides AAAAAAHHHH FAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
Ignoring the talon in her tresses in favor of softer targets, Jenny reached down, grabbed Eliza’s tenderized fingers and gave ‘em a massive squeeze. “I never understood your fascination with opera, Eliza.” Jenny mused in the midst of trying to pulp her prey’s digits. “With those lungs you could’ve been the dumb bytch in every horror movie for the last ten NNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!”
Bliss abandoned her hair hold, snatched Jacobs’s free hand and took a giant step backward even as brought a foot up. Bracing it against the side of the blonde’s face, Eliza popped onto tiptoes and dropped down flat to THWHAP Jenny’s jaw with a taste of Olivia’s signature Sole Food. The NorCal Sensation flew back, collided with the corner and probably would’ve bounced clear if Bliss hadn’t braced a boot against her belly to keep the blonde vertical.
On her feet in a trice, the Songbird soothed Jenny’s nerves with a stiff-fingered jab to the hollow of her throat, then followed with a trio of Shoulderblocks to the belly. Grunting with exertion as Jacobs stretched out atop her back, Bliss hooked her left arm around the back of Jenny’s thigh, surged in a little closer with a final Shoulderblock and used a combination of the two to muscle the Innovator into a seat on the top rope. “You’ve been quite clever the whole evening, dearest.” Eliza admitted after she’d laid claim to Jenny’s left wrist. “I believe it’s time I answered in kind.”
With that she angled Jacobs’s right arm across her own throat, then twisted around and reached up through the crook of the aforementioned limb to lace that hand (the good left, blessedly) across the nape of Jenny’s neck. Trap set, she stepped away from the buckles and yanked Jenny clear to send her soaring up, over and down, Eliza dropping to a seat to add her own momentum to the classiest Stage Dive FAWN had ever seen! Jacobs hit full force, bounced to a seat and promptly collapsed to her back, so the Songbird slid in, hooked the far leg and nodded along to a count of…
STAGE DIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLe4MwqbY8k
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds fought free with a half second to spare and in so doing dashed the dreams of several thousand burgeoning opera aficionados. Grim-faced but far from frustrated, Bliss allowed a moment to collect herself, then worked her left hand back into Jenny’s hair and scraped her off the mat. Dismissing the hair-hold as soon as her target was vertical, Eliza snuggled in on Jacobs’s six, hooked her elbows in a Double Chickenwing and “UNNNGGHHH!”
Jenny snapped her head back, striking Eliza’s cheek with a shot stiff enough to water her eyes! Her Headbutt killed the Decrescendo on the launch pad and Jacobs made the challenger pay for her insolence by curling her right arm around Bliss’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. This was followed by a gorgeous back-flip, the Innovator somersaulting over the taller woman’s head to stuff both knees between Eliza’s shoulders right before gravity pulled ‘em both down in a flawless Spivey Point Driller! Eliza bounced off Jenny’s knees like they were defib paddles, the gobsmacked Briton landing in a gape mouthed, wide-eyed starfish that seemed to suggest she’d forgotten about her hand, if only for a moment. Said moment lasted through a few more seconds, as the smirking World Champion took a seat on Bliss’s mug without warning! Fully engulfed in those pride-demolishing glutes, Eliza kicked and squirmed like a tin-eared choir girl as Castle and the fans tolled…
SPIVEY POINT DRILLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTh3wAOLwLU
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
One good hand and a timely burst of adrenaline freed Eliza from her prison a whisper shy of the most ignominious failure imaginable. Disgusted by the crippled songbird’s inability to accept the inevitable, Jenny took hold of the brunette’s right wrist and guide her to boot leather. That led nicely to an Irish Whip, but rather than release she dug in her heels, yanked Bliss back the way she’d came and dipped under that bad arm just in time to hook her own arm across Eliza’s chest. Anyone that wasn’t already on their feet found their way up real fast as Jacobs dipped deep for the Jenny--”GUUUHHHHRRRK!”
A gargle from Jenny followed by a shriek from Eliza as the Renaissance Woman slid her right arm over the champ’s head just in time to stuff the Cleft Note in her mouth! The pressure she applied almost buckled Bliss’s knees, but the hell in her hand was worth if for the surprise she saw in Jenny’s blue ey--THAWHAAAAM!
‘HOLY SHIT!’ chants broke out far and wide when the NorCal Sensation powered through the Jenny-Cide while mired in the Cleft Note! The impact bounced Bliss’s talon loose and rocked Jenny back on her haunches, the blonde breathing deep after such a close call. After a moment, she raised the J’s overhead and transformed them to middle fingers, which she slowly lowered to just above Eliza’s nose. “Fuuhhh…f*ck you, SongbiGUUURRRHHHH!”
Eliza jammed her left hand into that parted maw at the exact moment she sat bolt upright. Grabbing the back of Jenny’s neck with her wounded hand just to keep it out of the blonde’s grip, Bliss clambered to one knee and slowly rose to her full height as Jacobs did the same. “TAP!” Eliza bellowed at the top of her lungs, unaware that a similar sentiment was echoed by the sold-out crowd.
But Jenny didn’t tap, at least not how Bliss wanted. Rather she curled her right hand into a fist and thwhap-thwhap-THWHAPPED it into the Englishwoman’s lower back over and over and over again. Stiff as they were, Eliza barely felt the punches. All her attention was focused on the champ’s left hand, which had found her injured right and wrapped it in a vise-clamp. Her head bobbling out a constant ‘no, no, no!’ as Castle asked them both if they wanted to give it up, Eliza bore down on the Cleft Note, then hopped up and ‘smecked’ her legs around Jenny’s waist in a sort of Side Bodyscissors.
Ankles crossed, Eliza poured all the power of her stems through Jacobs tummy in hope of bringing her to the mat. Alas that was not to be, however the increased pressure loosened the death-clamp on her right hand and Bliss managed to pull it free from Jenny’s clutches. Jenny coughed something awful, then swayed like a tree in a hurricane. Bliss was certain she was about to collapse which is why she almost burst into tears when the Innovator took two drunken steps toward the ropes. “SURRENDER!” she hissed to the reeling wrestler. “Give it up, Jenny! It’s ov--”
Jacobs managed three more steps, her outstretched right arm was only a few feet from freedom. “You’ll never make it.” Eliza couldn’t tell if she was trying to convince Jenny or herself. “The belt is mine, admit it!”
The tendons in Jenny’s neck creaked like high tension wires as she turned to glare at Bliss. “Fuuuuhhh…. fffuuuuhhhuuuuuuuuu…” she gurgled. “IdsmmmmiiiiiiiNNNEEERRGGGUUUHHK!”
Eliza looped her right arm around the back of Jenny’s head and wedged those mauled fingers into Jacobs’s mouth for an unprecedented Double Cleft Note! Bearing down like she meant to take the American’s jaw home with her, Eliza closed her eyes and screamed in rage and determination as Jenny managed first one step… then another… then they were both falling, Bliss landing awkwardly on her left hip and shoulder.
And something was brushing at her wrists.
She didn’t realize it was Jenny tapping out until the bell CLANGED and the Announcer roared, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and your NEEEEEEEEEEW FAWN World Champion… ELIZA BLISS!”
Eliza relinquished the Cleft Notes, but not the Bodyscissors. It wasn’t piling on, she simply didn’t have the energy to do anything but put her hands over her face and weep as the FAWNatics congratulated the new queen on her star-making performance.
The Summer of Bliss complete, Castle unfolded Eliza’s glossy lower limbs from around the gulping midriff of the nearly insensate Sensation then helped the newly minted World titleholder to her feet. Sobbing not so much in disbelief but in everything it had taken to reach the pinnacle, including some barren years, Eliza leaned into the zebra, wiping away tears, but with a beaming smile and a giggle rather than an ugly cry-face.
Jacobs stirred and Eliza seemed to consider making the former champ a flaxen-haired puddle, but with a returning Castle offering her the big belt, the Superlative Soprano was rightfully distracted. Blissy accepted the ultimate prize and lifted it high with her left hand, the FAWNatics roaring at this unforgettable Mania moment.
Some wise FAWN attendants saw to Jenny’s departure, the semi-aware Jacobs currently in a state where she couldn’t cause much in the way of trouble. Taking advantage, the escorts guided her under the ropes and to the floor.
Leaving the stage to Eliza alone, Bliss snapped her belt in place and took the microphone handed to her.
“Thank you,” she sniffled, still choked up. “I didn’t know if I’d ever have the happy ending, so many of my operas have not.”
The crowd started into a chant of “YOU DESERVE IT” which had Bliss tearing up all over again.
“Thanks,” the British Blackbird responded. “You’re all lovely. I’m so happy I could give a true virtuoso performance on the grandest stage in front of the best fans in the world. I’d love to add one last high note, but I’m afraid I can’t reach any higher than beating the woman of one less hold than she needed.”
The crowd roared with an ‘oh no she didn’ ovation and it only grew louder when Eliza tossed the stick away and gave a graceful bow to all four sides of the arena as the Mania cameras faded to black.
The house lights of the arena dimmed, leading to the requisite hoots and hollers from the excited throng. A white-hot spotlight broke the darkness, signaling it’s time for FAWNAMANIA’s main event. The beam fell upon the upper stage and a lean, lithe brunette gracefully strode into view.
ELIZA BLISS:
Having proven herself worthy in repelling Eternal Midnight and laying Alexis to waste, the crowd was excited to support their Superlative Soprano. They offered an ovation worthy of Pavarotti. The PA was quick to announce the dark-haired grappler’s arrival before she began her breathtaking warbling.
“Ladies and gentlemen it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenging, hailing from London, England, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds.…she is the Sublime Songbird…ELIZA BLISSSS!”
Quickly behind, a sweet melodious set of notes reached the heights, the highest high of superlatives could not describe the magnificence of the operatic ecstasy. Nor could it describe the beauty currently commanding the stage.
Eliza raiseed her arms dramatically and serenaded the FAWNatics with her own entrance accompaniment, no one else able to reach the perfect notes of sweet rapture. Blissy sett herself on the upper stage. The long locks of the slender, sinewy brunette fell in great cascades, Bliss clad in a lacy black one-piece that clung to her lightly tanned form like a second skin; curious, futuristic, metallic wristbands, glittered from each wrist to only a few inches short of her elbows. Below, she wore tempting, knee-high black leather boots. Without missing a beat, the Englishwoman strode down the aisle belting out the concluding aria of Giulio Cesare.
Her checkered past long forgotten, the loyal fans of the Blackbird have taken Bliss under their protective wing after her time astray.
Eliza’s singles’ career ascendant, the long ago Lightweight champion seemed poised and focused, her vocal chords providing instant ecstasy, Eliza rising through the ranks like a summer night’s skyrocket.
As Bliss strolled to the ring, waving and smiling, she finished her exquisite verse and slapped hands with those lucky enough to be on the aisle.
Reaching the battleground, Eliza made a quick circle, making contact with the crowd, particularly pleased with a placard that notes “Jenny may have a million moves, but tonight, she’s got no answers! #summerofbliss”
The radiant brunette nodded in agreement as she’s handed a microphone.
“It’s been such a long road,” Eliza said. “So many twists and turns. But nothing and no one, certainly not the despicable Double J, is going to block my road to the final destination. The encore of encores.”
The sinewy soprano handed over the stick and turned to the squared circle, the FAWNatics roaring, showing their support with hearts, lungs, and hands. Eliza skipped up the ring steps, slid through the ropes, and moved to the middle, casting her dark, piercing eyes to the stage above and the imminent arrival of the champion, the only woman who could deny her destiny.
The sold out crowd was still cheering over the challenger’s latest performance when the Announcer stepped up to kill their buzz. “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!"
Thousands of opera lovers transformed into general purpose haters as the speakers kicked into ‘Invincible’ by Adelita’s Way. Jenny didn’t appear for almost ten seconds, the former fan-favorite apparently relishing her headlining spot on FAWN’s biggest show. Offering nothing more than a vaguely irritated eye-roll at the near cacophonous disdain thrown her way, the NorCal Sensation strode to the top of the ramp where she paused to undo the clasp holding that ten pounds of leather and gold around her waist. Hoisting it high, she marched the full length of the stage, making sure each and every one of those fair weather assholes saw what she’d accomplished without their help.
“Really? REALLY? THIS is who you’re throwing your support behind?” she swept an incredulous hand toward the brunette in the ring. “I submitted the TALENTED half of that tag team without breaking a sweat, you think her bland back-up is gonna beat me here?”
JENNY JACOBS:
The betrayed Jacobites replied in the affirmative, so Jenny flipped them a disgusted bird before she stomped down the aisle. For this, the biggest Main Event of her already vaunted career, 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. Keeping the belt slung over one shoulder as she ran her mouth to every troll and doubter between her and the ring, Jacobs abruptly broke into a flat sprint and tossed her prize under the bottom rope half a heartbeat before she dove along after it.
Reclaiming it the instant she returned to boot leather, Jenny stormed across the ring and would’ve gone straight to the challenger if Nick Castle hadn’t stepped in her way. “You always talk about the spotlight!” Jenny barked from her side of the encroaching zebra. “Step out here and see how long you can hang!”
Eliza did just that, the lissome brunette in no mood to have the validity of her ascendancy challenged by bytch who’d gone low to embarrass her best friend. Wedged between blonde and brunette like some ancient hero trying to keep two toppling pillars upright, Nick demanded, “Ease off, ladies! I’ll ring the bell soon enough, you just gotta get back to your corners!”
Bliss ignored him, her eyes were locked on the World Champion. “I’m right here, Jenny. And you don’t scare me in the slightest.”
“I will, bytch.” Jenny promised. “When I put you through the latest and most spectacular failure of a career BUILT on spectacular failures, you’re gonna fear me more than--” Jenny dipped backward as Eliza swiped a claw through the air so recently occupied by her nose.
“Better shut your mouth before I stick a claw in it, understudy.” Bliss growled.
Jacobs growled right back, started to push forward but backed off when Nick got up in her business.
“Corners, NOW!” he demanded to both his charges. “Or I’ll fine you both half the winner’s share before the bell even rings. Got it?”
The money didn’t matter a fraction as much as the World Title, but both champ and challenger were eager to get started so they did as bade, though Jenny made sure to raise the belt for Eliza’s perusal. “Only way it gets closer is when I sit on your face, bytch.” the Innovator promised. Then she tossed it to Castle and stalked to the far corner to await that goddamned bell.
Eliza’s nerves fluttered along with the jangle of the bell, a sensation she hadn’t experienced on the stage or in the ring in a very long time. Allowing herself a moment to enjoy the white-hot heat of FAWN’s brightest spotlight, the Superlative Soprano saw the World Champion as she was now, then imagined her gurgling in stupefied surrender with the Cleft Note jammed down her arrogant gullet. Thusly fortified, Eliza Bliss strode forth to remind the head understudy just who the hell she was.
Jenny watched the Songbird’s approach with a mixture of anger and irritation. The ‘Summer of Bliss’ as the internet dweebs had dubbed it, was nothing but a fluke, one of those momentary flashes the has-been’s or never was’s displayed from time to time that made their perennial mediocrity all the more galling. She would’ve much preferred humbling Suguitan instead, but the Penthouse Panther had caved under pressure and so Jacobs was forced to deal with the lesser Blackbird. Determined to silence the little drama nerd once and for all, the NorCal Sensation pushed off the buckles at a near run to make sure she reached the center in time with her challenger.
Given the mouth Jacobs had developed over the last several months, Bliss expected her blonde to offer up some snarky little bon mot before they locked up so she was taken aback when Jenny simply bulled into her for a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Eliza was taller but the champ had almost ten pounds on her and with momentum on her side it wasn’t long before she had the brunette halfway back to start. Even so, Bliss hadn’t earned her spot just to get muscled around the ring so she set her left leg like a kickstand to disrupt Jacobs’s momentum. The rude stop broke Jenny’s stride and gave Bliss the opening she needed to start her own forward march. Jacobs growled, cupped one hand against the challenger’s chin and forced her head back, only Eliza wasn’t having it. She kept right on walking until Jenny’s back and butt pressed against the rubber-coated steel. Treating the champ to a bit of hand on face of her own, the Englishwoman asked, “Need a break, de--”
Jacobs twisted her hips hard left, reversing their positions to stack Eliza against the strands. “No, I don’t.” Jenny hooked a thumb into the side of her foe’s mouth and gave it a sharp tug. “Do you need to call for OlivNGH!”
Bliss didn’t waste time calling Nick’s attention to the infraction, she simply drilled a quick Kneelift into the blonde’s navel and spun so Jenny was back against the ropes. “’Liv has faith in me, dear.” Eliza murmured as she pressed four fingers below Jacobs’s left eye and sloooooowly raked down. “It’s a pity you can’t say the OW!”
The Innovator went basic with a nip to the brunette’s fingers. That along with the face rake drew Castle over, alas he was a step too slow to call for a break as the tangled pair burst into a furious tumble along the ropes that didn’t stop until Jenny’s back BWUUUNGED against the turnbuckles. Leaning into the smaller woman with every bit of her weight, Blissy pressed both hands to Jenny’s chin and pushed back as hard as she could while simultaneously tilting her own head back to deliver some melodic perfection.
Though he was loathe to interrupt such artistry, his charges were in the corner, so Nick hurried over and tapped Eliza on the shoulder. “Hands off and up, ‘Liza. I want a clean break, ok?”
Content with those opening notes, Bliss made to pull away from the champ but went right back to the Collar & Elbow when Jacobs bore down on her own grips! Seemingly unperturbed by the lack of space at her back, Jenny put a foot on the bottom buckle, then climbed her way to the second to gain a clear height advantage. Castle was still barking for a clean break when the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds pushed off her perch and laid out on shoulder and hip to sling Bliss to the canvas with a clever amalgamation of Clench and Arm Drag.
Still holding on when she rose on one knee, Jacobs leaned forward and down, pressing the Englishwoman’s shoulders…
ONE…
Eliza powered out and over, rolling Jenny onto her back even as she straddled opposing waist for…
ONE…
Jenny kicked her legs high, hooked them under Bliss’s armpits and sat up to force the taller battler down in an impromptu Sunset Flip good for…
ONE…
TWO…
Bliss curled her arms around Jenny’s thighs and surged forward, knocking Jenny flat and sitting on chest in a Matchbook that lasted for…
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TWO…
Jacobs forced her rival back down into the Sunset Flip, only this time she sprang to her feet and collected Bliss’s legs before somersaulting into a snug bridge that folded her Brit in half Jackknife style. Already in place, Nick was in perfect position to count…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Eliza wrapped her arms around Jenny’s waist, wrenched her legs loose and planted both feet just in time to rise up beneath the annoyed champion. Unfortunately for Jenny her irritation curdled to dismay when Bliss twisted around behind her, hooked both arms at the bicep and dropped to her knees, which in turn stacked Jacobs on her shoulders. Pressing her own forehead to the mat to make the Backslide that much stronger, Eliza dared mouth the count along with the rest of the FAWNatics…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Innovator rolled out of the predicament with half a second to spare, which was apparently plenty of time because she didn’t even glance at Castle before lashing out with a kick aimed between Eliza’s-- Bliss caught the blonde’s ankle mere inches from her forehead and quickly got to her feet while Jacobs hopped on her remaining foot. “Let go of my foot, bytch.” Jenny growled. “I’m in no mood for another of those goddamned high NNNGGGHH!”
Eliza slung Jacobs’s leg back with enough force to bend her over which meant the Kneelift she THWONKED against her forehead landed with that much more force. Jenny staggered and turned away, so Eliza went after her and slapped on a tight Waistlock. Aware she’d have to work at top speed to keep ahead of an offensive prodigy like Jacobs, Eliza muscled the smaller woman off her feet, twisted hard and dropped to her knees to THWHUMP Jacobs down flat on her belly. Sidling around to the champ’s head the instant she landed, Bliss cinched her right arm around Jenny’s head and squeezed tight while simultaneously stretching out in a sort of push-up position.
A no-frills Chancery was hardly anyone’s idea of innovative, but it let Eliza impose her will and grind away at her opponent’s reserves. Resisting the urge to swat at her opponent’s vulnerable flank, Bliss instead delivered several ringing SMACKS to Jenny’s ribs before applying a claw just above her right hip. “Get used to this feeling, Jacobs.” Eliza suggested as Jenny struggled and squirmed against her control. “You’re going to feel my claws digging away at you all EERRGHH!”
A shooting pain ran up Bliss’s left shoulder as Jenny twisted loose of the Chancery and wrung the challenger’s right arm in the same motion. Extending the captured limb to its fullest, Jacobs flicked a quick little kick into the meat of her brunette’s right bicep, then hopped up and ‘flicked’ Bliss’s wrist like it was a wet towel in an attempt to wrench her shoulder out of socket. Didn’t work this time, but it got the Renaissance Woman on her feet a lot fasTHWHUMP! The NorCal Sensation peeled off a second Arm Wringer, only this time she laid out on her belly and so doing dropped Bliss hard on her tingling shoulder.
SWINGING ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S60G0wN8I0Q
“So you’re going to tear me apart?” the ‘tude was back in Jenny’s voice as she shoved Eliza onto her belly and straddled her back. “That’ll be quite the trick with two shattered hands.”
On that rather ominous prediction, Jacobs snatched Eliza’s right wrist and forced it between her shoulders in a Hammerlock. To make matters worse, she curled her other hand around the challenger’s fingers and began bending them this way and that!
Eliza shrieked in pain as the World Champion played her own evil game of ‘This Little Piggy’, twisting and bending Blissy’s digits in directions they were never meant to travel. The Songbird writhed and cursed, trying to buck the blonde off, but with one arm tied behind her and Jacobs threatening to dislocate knuckles to meet the ends to which she would obviously use any means, Eliza was in a dangerously weaponless predicament.
Unable to crawl or shake free and with Jenny about to work over her right thumb, the Brit kicked up her legs and battered both heels into the base of Jacobs’ spine. The first set of THUMPS did nothing but convince Jenny to get even more savage with her attempted mutilation of Blissy’s right set of fingers, but the second, third and fourth were enough for the champ to reconsider her positioning.
The woman of five million or more moves released her less than playful ‘eeny meeny miney mo’ and reaches behind her to grab Eliza’s legs at the ankles when Bliss thrust her heels up again. Tucking those ankles under her armpits, the brutal Golden Girl reached forward, lacing her fingers and scooping them under the Superlative Soprano’s chin.
Jenny yanked back with her newly won grip and started to draw the crown of the diva’s head toward her boot soles. Muffled cries from the Blackbird alerted the FAWNatics to just how agonizing this spinecracking version of the Camel Clutch was. With no boots to push against the canvas, Blissy’s goose appeared cooked in the ingenious Clutch and Castle dropped down, going face to face with Eliza, not wanting the Soprano’s career to end on the grandest stage of them all.
“Do you want to quit?” Nick asked sympathetically, almost pleading with her to do it as he watched Eliza’s spinal column ravaged, Blissy’s frame nearly turned into a savage circle. Tears welled in Eliza’s eyes and two blinks for ‘no’ sent them tumbling down her cheeks, answering Castle’s question.
Nick waved his arms at the timekeeper, confirming the negative response and Jenny could hardly believe her baby blues.
“Bytch,” she scolded Eliza. “I’ve taught better women than you how to surrender.”
Jacobs tugged all the more and those in the front rows squirmed in their seats, disturbed at the gruesome sight. Finally, frustration got the better of the champion before Bliss would give up what might be her final chance to bring her mat success to the same level as her blissful warbling.
Allowing Eliza’s legs to slip from under her armpits, Jenny moved her cupped hands to Blissy’s dark mane and THRUST her foe’s face into the deck, the Blackbird’s braincase bouncing off the canvas-covered plywood.
The champ passed on a pin attempt, instead rising to her feet and creating a celebration of one as she hovered over the writhing diva, arms extended high and wide. Eliza’s hands cover her face, Blissy rolling to her back then up to her haunches. Jacobs pulled away the covering right paw, forced it to the canvas, and trampled on the injured hand.
Eliza howled in pain, pulling the hand up and cradling it close. Bliss rose to her feet and staggered away from the rampaging Jenny, but Jacobs was far from done. With Eliza distracted by her throbbing right set of digits, the champ spun the Brit to face her, ducked and wrapped her arms under the brunette’s taut glutes. Jenny embraced her cargo as she carried Eliza around the ring in a quick orbit before viciously splitting Eliza’s wickets with a Rotating Atomic Drop.
ROTATING ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvyVrqlf0Q0
Eliza bounced off the posted knee, her undercarriage singing a very unpleasant tune. Dropping to the mat on her tailbone didn’t improve the throbbing notes. The Blackbird reached for her aching seat with her left hand while trying to sneak her right behind her to keep it out of sight and hopefully out of Jacobs’ line of fire.
Jenny’s preoccupation faded at least momentarily, as instead of trying to make sure there will be no Cleft Note tonight, the Golden Girl grabbed Eliza by the braincase and tugged the diva up, making sure to keep her bent at the waist. Jenny wrapped her arms around the midriff of the brunette ready to show the Songbird the Revenge of the Elizabeth Dane.
Jacobs vaulted Bliss into the air in a front flip and let the Blackbird roll over her shoulder to catch her on the back side in a Crucifix. But instead of Jenny peeling her foe back over and dropping the diva in a Piledriver, Bliss shook her way out of the trap and slid down Jenny’s aft.
Before either even made a move to turn and face her foe, Eliza got a little naughty, sending a blind Mule Kick behind her. Whether by design or not, Blissy’s heel SLAMMED into the privates of the World Champion and Jenny’s knees instantly knocked together, her baby blues wide, jaw dropping.
Bliss turned to find Jacobs bent and frozen, hands deep between her thighs. Eliza feigned embarrassment and guilt, the FAWNatics lapping up her delightful disingenuousness. She gathered the NorCal Sensation’s cranium and spun the doubled blonde toward her, tugging her into a tight Front Facelock.
Raising her free arm and hitting the perfect high note, Eliza hopped into the air and added a little spin to the right, then absolutely SPIKED Jenny’s skull into the canvas with a Jumping DDT that drew a collective groan from the audience and left the previously dominant Jenny in a quaking starfish.
LEAPING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkQArPyqpGM
A weary but resilient Bliss knee-walked to the splayed champion and covered her in a Crossbody, hooking a leg with her mangled right hand for the…
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TWO…
Jacobs kept the Golden Reign alive with a kick out, Eliza unable to properly curl her hand around Jenny’s lower limb with her mauled digits perhaps keeping Bliss from the three-count and glory.
In any case, Bliss sought to maintain her momentum, recapturing Jenny’s head almost instantly, tugging a suddenly floundering Jacobs to her feet. Eliza moved side by side, facing in the opposite direction, and swung an arm across her foe’s shoulders.
Bliss genuflected, thrusting Jenny’s ivory-skinned frame down across bended knee, adjusting a few of Jacobs’ vertebrae. In an instant, Bliss finished off her Encore, Encore by planting the despicable Double-J’s face and chest into the canvas with the STO portion of her lethal performance.
ENCORE, ENCORE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ro8E3HZ6Db4
The challenger lowered her noggin into the flaccid Jenny’s right ribs and rolled the blonde to her back with a head-push. Once overturned, Jenny quickly provided the welcome mat to Eliza’s lateral press and a new World Championship sovereignty in…
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TWO…
The Innovator kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ her escape imbued with a sort of surly confidence that did nothing to dull the embers in Bliss’s right hand. Understanding she’d have to inflict much more punishment on her foe, Eliza shoveled Jacobs onto her belly, sidled up against her left shoulder and placed the full weight of her right knee firmly against the American’s neck. Then she grabbed a handful of bright blonde locks and wrenched back until Jenny was inspecting the upper deck with eyes squinted by pain.
“Think you’re the only one in this ring who knows a few nasty little tricks, dearest?” the Blackbird chirped. “Allow me to prove otherwise.”
Crooking her left index finger into a diminutive ‘J’, Bliss slipped it into the side of the champ’s mouth and treated her to a slow, mean, fishhook! Jenny squealed and glanced around for the referee, who, much to her relief, was already closing in on the action. “Let go of her hair, Eliza.” Castle remonstrated. “And get your finger out of her mouth. Don’t make me start a count.”
“Oh, a count would be lovely, Nicholas.” Eliza beamed even as she widened Jenny’s smile. “We could make it a duet if you would like!” Nick sighed and started to count. Eliza did indeed provide a wonderful soprano accompaniment, going so far as to add a theatrical little flourish when she released her hooks at ‘FOUR!’ Placating the muttering zebra with batted eyelashes and a perfectly legal grip on her opponent’s ears, Bliss got to her feet and forced Jacobs to do the same before switching over to a Wristlock.
Two big steps back provided more than enough momentum for the Irish Whip that sent the NorCal Sensation racing across the squared circle to BWUUUNG spine-first into the turnbuckles. No musical accompaniment this time, save for the staccato patter of the challenger’s boots as she ran down her target and ultimately treated her to a tummy on tits collision courtesy of a Soprano Splash. Jenny ‘UUUUUNNNNGGGHHH’ed beneath the brunette’s weight but her feet remained steady and she made Bliss pay for the encroachment with a rude pie-facing shove across one cheek. The Songbird stumbled, went to check her bottom lip, then decided a European Uppercut to the Yank’s jawline was far more appropriate.
Jacobs’s head snapped back with the impact and she sagged against the roughly-padded steel, a tacit invitation for Eliza to mount the second rope. Grimacing as her wounded right hand curled deep into the champ’s battle-damp hair, Eliza looked out at the throng and asked, “Join me, won’t you?” What the FAWNatics lacked in musical talent they made up for with sheer enthusiasm, their giddy chorus tolling off a count of ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEV--’
Boos all around as Jenny ended the performance early with a two-handed shove that sent the Englishwoman from her perch in an irritated little leap. “It is just like you to interrupt a flawless performance.” Eliza snapped at her blonde.
“Try something that doesn’t suck.” Jenny snarked right back. “Then you might be able to hold my attention all the way to the--” Eliza bore down on her, the lithesome lovely drawing back her left arm for an Elbow Smash aimed at the point of Jenny’s-- Jacobs hooked her arms over the top rope, brought both legs up and pistoned them into Eliza’s che--”F*CK!” Jenny barked when Eliza caught hold of her ankles.
“Is that really any way for our World Champion to speak, dear?” The Innovator didn’t get a chance to answer before Eliza slung those captured stems as hard as she could, the momentum of it spinning Jenny from the corner to a wobbly seat on the middle rope. A vulnerable predicament to be sure, as Bliss pointed out when she stepped in and TWHAPPED a forearm across her foe’s shoulders. Jacobs cried out and threw her head back, thus making it an easy target for the challenger’s Inverted Facelock. “Actually, there’s no need to fret over your language, Jenny.” Eliza noted as she stuffed the blonde’s chin in her left armpit. “You won’t be champion for much longer, after all.”
With that she pushed onto tiptoes and dropped to one knee to THWHUMP Jacobs’s upper back along the length of her thigh. An impressive show already, Bliss’s performance grew that much more dramatic when she straightened up with Jenny still in her clutches, spun around and cupped the Californian’s chin so that the back of her neck was wedged against the point of her left shoulder. Then she laid out and THAWHAMMED Jenny down on the back of her head and shoulders with a flawlessly delivered Hangman’s Neckbreaker.
ROPE HUNG NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Yz-5MzCt00
The impact left Jenny splattered, but her lower legs were still draped over the ropes, so Eliza grabbed her by the wrists and dragged her cavewoman style to the middle of the ring. Once there she scurried into position alongside and dropped down across Jenny’s chest in a miniature Splash good for…
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds lifted a shoulder off the mat, though this escape was far less defiant than the earlier effort. Confident she was wearing the American down, Bliss got to her feet and stalked around behind the slowly recovering champion. Gritting her teeth as she curled her right hand in that unforgettable ‘C’ shape, Eliza raised it to the rafters and offered up a glorious high note that earned a thunderous roar from the capacity crowd. As of yet unaware of the doom waiting on her six, Jacobs powered to boot leather, spun around and-- “GUUURRRRHHHK!”
Bliss darted forward with viper-quickness, that readied right hand jabbed deep into the champ’s oblivious maw. Eyes alight as she clamped down on the soft flesh beneath Jenny’s tongue, Eliza grabbed her clawin’ wrist for extra leverage and squeezed that much harder. “Submit.” the brunette demanded her wide-eyed adversary. “Submit or I’ll sing you to sleeeEEEAAAAAAAAAARRRRHHHHHH!”
Jenny curled her fingers around the prong of Eliza’s thumb and pulled down like she meant to touch the tip to the challenger’s forearm! Abandoning the Cleft Note almost at once, Bliss tried to prize her hand free of the blonde’s trap only to wail that much louder when the traitorous Jacobite transitioned to a Greco-Roman Knucklelock that made the Briton’s eyes water. With Eliza’s limber frame temporarily frozen by the simple grasp, Jenny raised her right hand high and CRAAACKED a blistering slap to opposing cleavage. That cringe-inducing shot loosened the brunette’s knees, leaving her distressingly pliable as Jenny bore down on the Knucklelock and raced to the nearest corner. ‘Walking’ her way from the mat to the second rope to the top rope like it was no big thing, Jacobs leapt from the rubber-coated steel and caught the challenger in a snug Front Facelock. A quick twist later and the FAWN World Champion PLANTED the crown of Bliss’s skull on the canvas with a DDT that sent Eliza somersaulting onto her tush, chin mere inches above her own décolletage.
ROPE WALK TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMJTrEOhEsM
Her head was still ringing when Jacobs slithered over, grabbed her at shoulder and hip and stretched her out flat. Then she planted a knee on Eliza’s tits and one hand on her fluttering tummy in an arrogant cover that lasted through…
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Bliss pushed Jacobs loose and rolled onto her stomach to guard against another cover. This proved disastrous, as Jenny snatched her left wrist, twisted around parallel to her foe and threaded her right leg over the exposed limb. Folding Eliza’s wing around her thigh in an instant, Jenny hooked her right ankle into the pit of her left knee, then reached across Eliza’s upper back and seized her right wrist. “I’ve got a better idea,” Jenny snarled to the struggling Briton. “YOU sing.” She CRAAAAAAAAANKED Eliza’s right arm back at a vicious angle, the final result a clever modification on Veronica Treymane’s dreaded ‘Noirevoir’. Of course Jenny was always happy to customize any bit of her vast arsenal to fit the given situation and so she halved the Wristlock, wrapped her free hand around Eliza’s straining fingers and used the grip to wrench the challenger’s right arm that much farther!
BIRDCAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwoohebtTuU
“One warning,” the callous Innovator said as Bliss did her best to smother a scream against the mat, “stick your fingers in my mouth one more time and I swear to god I’ll snap them off one at a f*cking time.”
As if to prove she’s ready to move the Mania main event to a whole other level, the blonde yanked back viciously with one final tug that seemed to nearly succeed in ripping the limb free. When Blissy’s arm whiplashed back into place, Jacobs having released, it’s accompanied by a pitch-perfect shriek. Eliza cradled the wrecked right limb close, the fingers at the end of the arm gnarled, Jacobs’s having methodically lowered a bass-heavy boom on the soprano’s ability to hit her Cleft Note.
Jenny pushed to her feet and motioned the slender soprano up. The wincing Eliza responded, using her left hand to shove to her knees where the NorCal Sensation took over. Jacobs collected Bliss around the noggin and hauled her foe up the rest of the way. Snatching the aching right limb, Jenny slipped under and around the unsteady Blackbird, securing the wing of the Brit, folding it tight to her back and wrenching until Bliss popped to tiptoes to try and relieve the pressure, yipping in agony.
Jenny threw Eliza’s opposite arm behind her neck and RIPPED Bliss off her feet with her signature Captivating Lariat, spinning into the challenger and driving the back of the diva’s skull against the canvas.
CAPTIVATING LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SidTqcg5o7U
After the impact, Jacobs propped up on an elbow next to her flattened foe as if she’s on a blanket at a picnic and Eliza’s the main course. The blonde watched with a smirk as Eliza cradled her noggin with left hand, the right too out of commission to handle that task. Jacobs rose to her feet, the crowd silenced by the increasing domination of Double-J on her challenger.
Leave,” Jacobs demanded. “Leave now and I won’t break out the big shyt on your sorry ass. But when you do; leave on your hands and knees.”
Those fans close enough to hear Jenny’s words broke out a round of hateful boos at FAWN’s World Champion. But when Bliss didn’t heed the titleholder, the blonde set about keeping her word, scraping up Eliza’s legs and crossing them in a figure four. With that accomplished, she spun Eliza to her chest, and, artfully keeping the soprano’s legs locked against her torso, reaching and capturing the Songbird’s arms as well. Locking elbows with her foe, she tugged Eliza’s upper half off the canvas, securing a crazy elevated and inverted Scorpion Death Lock that again tested Blissy’s vocal chords and lungs.
Double-JTO
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9D5F-dDKmLA
Jenny added a baby swing to bring insult to injury and there Eliza rocked toward ruin, crying out in pain but shaking off any attempt from Castle to offer safe harbor. Tears welled in the eyes of the Brit, every single limb and her spinal column tortured by the ingenious technician.
“You should have crawled your ass home,” Jacobs grunted, fighting hard to keep her submission in place before her exhausted muscles give in to Blissy’s willfulness, the Golden Girl dropping the diva back to the canvas.
Jenny took a stroll to shake out her drained arms while a shabby Bliss slithered along the canvas, trying to reach the ropes to slip under and fall out of play. Jacobs brought that little excursion to an end, catching up with the slowly departing Eliza and stomping on the already demolished right hand of the Superlative Soprano.
Bliss howled, tugging the hand in close again, leaving herself little in the way of defenses when an unrelenting Jenny, now just playing with her challenger, forced Eliza up for yet more punishment. That was until Bliss went old school Eliza on her foe, using her left thumb to jab Jenny in her right eye.
Jacobs yelped and cursed as she turns away, staggering half-blind to the far side of the squared circle. Reaching a neutral corner, she turned to find Eliza, still rubbing at one baby blue peeper while the other was focused like a laser at the wobbly, abused and barely upright Blackbird.
With Bliss bent at the waist, trying to shake out cobwebs, Jenny made her move, closing the gap between them and throwing out a split-legged Yakuza Kick toward Eliza’s jaw.
But as boot was about to meet chin, the Dangerous Diva pirouetted away from the impact, leaving the badass blonde to land her set of splits without any reward. Reacting with a wince, Jenny not planning on dropping directly to a full breach, Jacobs swung her lower limbs together and rolled to her chest. But before, the woman of more than many holds and currently one working eye could make a full escape from her mistake, a rejuvenated Blissy dove to a front-facing straddle of the champ’s right leg.
Grabbing the left at Jenny’s ankle with both hands, the slender soprano forced the limb forward, folding it more each time she snuggled further up her foe’s frame behind the limb to secure each increase in the arc. Eliza moved within range of cupping her laced fingers in a cup under Double-J’s chin and she added a modified clutch to the equation, stretching the NorCal Sensation until YES, Jacob’s boot sole touched the crown of her head.
LEG HOOK CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPQsU4hiHxs
The FAWNatics roared with appreciation and soon chanted for the champ to give up her title. “TAP…TAP…TAP.”
Bliss whispered in the ear of the mewling Jacobs.
“I’m not letting you leave, dearheart. These people want you broken. Who am I to deny them?”
Jenny prized at Eliza’s fingers and managed to loosen the digits. She then pounded a fist into them and cracked them open like a clamshell, the Songbird’s battered right hand betraying her. Jenny’s head and torso flopped to the canvas and when an aching Eliza massaged her fingers instead of keeping her concentration, Jacobs slunk free altogether, crawling toward a corner.
After a handful of seconds, a grunting Bliss ignored her aching digits and tracked down the retreating blonde a few steps from her destination. Snatching a wrist and a weak handful of flaxen mane, she got Jenny to her feet and snuggled in close behind the champ, offering her back toward the corner. Taking a moment to judge the distance, Eliza heaved the despicable Jacobs up and over with a release German Suplex from FAR too close, the back of Jenny’s braincase BANGING into the middle buckle.
Jacobs plopped to her tailbone after the impact, seated in front of the corner, legs extended, head bowed and bobbling, the blonde in a daze from the preceding collision.
Eliza clambered to one knee, mused over dragging the champ out of the corner before settling on another tactic. Scrambling over on her knees, Bliss plunged the left into Jenny’s hair and gave her a prim little shake en route to hauling her to boot leather. “Like I told you after dismissing the Panther,” the Englishwoman rasped at her foe. “Do your worst with the best you can imagine. In the end the Cleft Note decides AAAAAAHHHH FAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
Ignoring the talon in her tresses in favor of softer targets, Jenny reached down, grabbed Eliza’s tenderized fingers and gave ‘em a massive squeeze. “I never understood your fascination with opera, Eliza.” Jenny mused in the midst of trying to pulp her prey’s digits. “With those lungs you could’ve been the dumb bytch in every horror movie for the last ten NNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!”
Bliss abandoned her hair hold, snatched Jacobs’s free hand and took a giant step backward even as brought a foot up. Bracing it against the side of the blonde’s face, Eliza popped onto tiptoes and dropped down flat to THWHAP Jenny’s jaw with a taste of Olivia’s signature Sole Food. The NorCal Sensation flew back, collided with the corner and probably would’ve bounced clear if Bliss hadn’t braced a boot against her belly to keep the blonde vertical.
On her feet in a trice, the Songbird soothed Jenny’s nerves with a stiff-fingered jab to the hollow of her throat, then followed with a trio of Shoulderblocks to the belly. Grunting with exertion as Jacobs stretched out atop her back, Bliss hooked her left arm around the back of Jenny’s thigh, surged in a little closer with a final Shoulderblock and used a combination of the two to muscle the Innovator into a seat on the top rope. “You’ve been quite clever the whole evening, dearest.” Eliza admitted after she’d laid claim to Jenny’s left wrist. “I believe it’s time I answered in kind.”
With that she angled Jacobs’s right arm across her own throat, then twisted around and reached up through the crook of the aforementioned limb to lace that hand (the good left, blessedly) across the nape of Jenny’s neck. Trap set, she stepped away from the buckles and yanked Jenny clear to send her soaring up, over and down, Eliza dropping to a seat to add her own momentum to the classiest Stage Dive FAWN had ever seen! Jacobs hit full force, bounced to a seat and promptly collapsed to her back, so the Songbird slid in, hooked the far leg and nodded along to a count of…
STAGE DIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLe4MwqbY8k
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds fought free with a half second to spare and in so doing dashed the dreams of several thousand burgeoning opera aficionados. Grim-faced but far from frustrated, Bliss allowed a moment to collect herself, then worked her left hand back into Jenny’s hair and scraped her off the mat. Dismissing the hair-hold as soon as her target was vertical, Eliza snuggled in on Jacobs’s six, hooked her elbows in a Double Chickenwing and “UNNNGGHHH!”
Jenny snapped her head back, striking Eliza’s cheek with a shot stiff enough to water her eyes! Her Headbutt killed the Decrescendo on the launch pad and Jacobs made the challenger pay for her insolence by curling her right arm around Bliss’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. This was followed by a gorgeous back-flip, the Innovator somersaulting over the taller woman’s head to stuff both knees between Eliza’s shoulders right before gravity pulled ‘em both down in a flawless Spivey Point Driller! Eliza bounced off Jenny’s knees like they were defib paddles, the gobsmacked Briton landing in a gape mouthed, wide-eyed starfish that seemed to suggest she’d forgotten about her hand, if only for a moment. Said moment lasted through a few more seconds, as the smirking World Champion took a seat on Bliss’s mug without warning! Fully engulfed in those pride-demolishing glutes, Eliza kicked and squirmed like a tin-eared choir girl as Castle and the fans tolled…
SPIVEY POINT DRILLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTh3wAOLwLU
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
One good hand and a timely burst of adrenaline freed Eliza from her prison a whisper shy of the most ignominious failure imaginable. Disgusted by the crippled songbird’s inability to accept the inevitable, Jenny took hold of the brunette’s right wrist and guide her to boot leather. That led nicely to an Irish Whip, but rather than release she dug in her heels, yanked Bliss back the way she’d came and dipped under that bad arm just in time to hook her own arm across Eliza’s chest. Anyone that wasn’t already on their feet found their way up real fast as Jacobs dipped deep for the Jenny--”GUUUHHHHRRRK!”
A gargle from Jenny followed by a shriek from Eliza as the Renaissance Woman slid her right arm over the champ’s head just in time to stuff the Cleft Note in her mouth! The pressure she applied almost buckled Bliss’s knees, but the hell in her hand was worth if for the surprise she saw in Jenny’s blue ey--THAWHAAAAM!
‘HOLY SHIT!’ chants broke out far and wide when the NorCal Sensation powered through the Jenny-Cide while mired in the Cleft Note! The impact bounced Bliss’s talon loose and rocked Jenny back on her haunches, the blonde breathing deep after such a close call. After a moment, she raised the J’s overhead and transformed them to middle fingers, which she slowly lowered to just above Eliza’s nose. “Fuuhhh…f*ck you, SongbiGUUURRRHHHH!”
Eliza jammed her left hand into that parted maw at the exact moment she sat bolt upright. Grabbing the back of Jenny’s neck with her wounded hand just to keep it out of the blonde’s grip, Bliss clambered to one knee and slowly rose to her full height as Jacobs did the same. “TAP!” Eliza bellowed at the top of her lungs, unaware that a similar sentiment was echoed by the sold-out crowd.
But Jenny didn’t tap, at least not how Bliss wanted. Rather she curled her right hand into a fist and thwhap-thwhap-THWHAPPED it into the Englishwoman’s lower back over and over and over again. Stiff as they were, Eliza barely felt the punches. All her attention was focused on the champ’s left hand, which had found her injured right and wrapped it in a vise-clamp. Her head bobbling out a constant ‘no, no, no!’ as Castle asked them both if they wanted to give it up, Eliza bore down on the Cleft Note, then hopped up and ‘smecked’ her legs around Jenny’s waist in a sort of Side Bodyscissors.
Ankles crossed, Eliza poured all the power of her stems through Jacobs tummy in hope of bringing her to the mat. Alas that was not to be, however the increased pressure loosened the death-clamp on her right hand and Bliss managed to pull it free from Jenny’s clutches. Jenny coughed something awful, then swayed like a tree in a hurricane. Bliss was certain she was about to collapse which is why she almost burst into tears when the Innovator took two drunken steps toward the ropes. “SURRENDER!” she hissed to the reeling wrestler. “Give it up, Jenny! It’s ov--”
Jacobs managed three more steps, her outstretched right arm was only a few feet from freedom. “You’ll never make it.” Eliza couldn’t tell if she was trying to convince Jenny or herself. “The belt is mine, admit it!”
The tendons in Jenny’s neck creaked like high tension wires as she turned to glare at Bliss. “Fuuuuhhh…. fffuuuuhhhuuuuuuuuu…” she gurgled. “IdsmmmmiiiiiiiNNNEEERRGGGUUUHHK!”
Eliza looped her right arm around the back of Jenny’s head and wedged those mauled fingers into Jacobs’s mouth for an unprecedented Double Cleft Note! Bearing down like she meant to take the American’s jaw home with her, Eliza closed her eyes and screamed in rage and determination as Jenny managed first one step… then another… then they were both falling, Bliss landing awkwardly on her left hip and shoulder.
And something was brushing at her wrists.
She didn’t realize it was Jenny tapping out until the bell CLANGED and the Announcer roared, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and your NEEEEEEEEEEW FAWN World Champion… ELIZA BLISS!”
Eliza relinquished the Cleft Notes, but not the Bodyscissors. It wasn’t piling on, she simply didn’t have the energy to do anything but put her hands over her face and weep as the FAWNatics congratulated the new queen on her star-making performance.
The Summer of Bliss complete, Castle unfolded Eliza’s glossy lower limbs from around the gulping midriff of the nearly insensate Sensation then helped the newly minted World titleholder to her feet. Sobbing not so much in disbelief but in everything it had taken to reach the pinnacle, including some barren years, Eliza leaned into the zebra, wiping away tears, but with a beaming smile and a giggle rather than an ugly cry-face.
Jacobs stirred and Eliza seemed to consider making the former champ a flaxen-haired puddle, but with a returning Castle offering her the big belt, the Superlative Soprano was rightfully distracted. Blissy accepted the ultimate prize and lifted it high with her left hand, the FAWNatics roaring at this unforgettable Mania moment.
Some wise FAWN attendants saw to Jenny’s departure, the semi-aware Jacobs currently in a state where she couldn’t cause much in the way of trouble. Taking advantage, the escorts guided her under the ropes and to the floor.
Leaving the stage to Eliza alone, Bliss snapped her belt in place and took the microphone handed to her.
“Thank you,” she sniffled, still choked up. “I didn’t know if I’d ever have the happy ending, so many of my operas have not.”
The crowd started into a chant of “YOU DESERVE IT” which had Bliss tearing up all over again.
“Thanks,” the British Blackbird responded. “You’re all lovely. I’m so happy I could give a true virtuoso performance on the grandest stage in front of the best fans in the world. I’d love to add one last high note, but I’m afraid I can’t reach any higher than beating the woman of one less hold than she needed.”
The crowd roared with an ‘oh no she didn’ ovation and it only grew louder when Eliza tossed the stick away and gave a graceful bow to all four sides of the arena as the Mania cameras faded to black.