Post by bigfan on Nov 5, 2017 19:22:09 GMT
The hype video for Adelaide & Yoona’s beach brawl concluded and the Fallout broadcast returned to the ring to find Jenny Jacobs standing front and center, microphone in hand. Unlike the thinly veiled hostility or sardonic superiority that marked the blonde’s mood during her time with the big belt, there’s nothing subdued about Jacobs’s expression at the moment, as fury and disgust are stamped across her pretty features in equal measure. The deluge of ‘YOU TAPPED OUT!’ chants no doubt have something to do with it, as the little twitch in her right eyebrow attested, but the brunt of the ire was focused on the camera and everyone watching from the other side.
JENNY JACOBS:
After a lull in the noise the NorCal Sensation raised the stick and asked, “You finished?”
The FAWNatics started up at once, only to have Jenny cut them off at the knees. “Too f*cking bad. Now sit down and shut up.”
They did no such thing of course, in fact their hateful three word reminder got so loud it forced Jenny to devote a little more of her precious energy dealing with the mouth breathing knuckle draggers.
“Yeah, you’re right, I did tap out. You know why? Do you losers know why? Because I thought I was defending the World Championship against a fellow professional wrestler and I designed my strategy accordingly. Go back and watch that match again if you can figure out the buttons on the remote. I had Bliss on the defensive from the very first time we locked up. I targeted her right hand, I made it my own and I stretched it, twisted it, stomped it and generally made her wail like a little bytch. There was more than one occasion when I could’ve broken her fingers, dislocated her shoulder or hyper-extended her elbow. I could’ve done ALL of those things because the little songbird belonged to me that night but I didn’t because as much as I loathe most of the women in that locker room and believe me, I do loathe them, I respect them as competitors and I respect the judgment of our officiating staff to make the right call when one woman can no longer defend herself.”
She paused, shook her head and raked a hand through her hair. “But in the end my otherwise perfect strategy had two fatal flaws. Because not only did Nick Castle NOT call for the bell when Bliss couldn’t defend herself, it turns out she’s not actually a professional wrestler at all, but a genuine madwoman willing to put herself… and by extension her opponents, through ANYTHING in order to get her undeserving hands, excuse me, hand, on the FAWN World Championship. So yeah, that lunatic finally got not one, but BOTH of her filthy paws in my mouth and I tapped out because as much as I value the World Title, I value a functioning jaw that much more and Bliss clearly had no problem dislocating my jaw or working my trunks or jamming a thumb in my eye just so she could say, if only for a single night, that she was better than Jenny Jacobs.”
The Innovator lowered the mic and shook her head again, only this time she was smiling. “But that’s not even why I’m mad. Because as galling as it was to get walked up the ramp by EMT’s while that HACK held MY belt up for all of you assholes, I knew it was a mistake I wouldn’t make again. See, now that I KNOW that Eliza Bliss is a rampaging savage masquerading as an opera spouting professional wrestler I can adjust my strategy accordingly and treat her not as a colleague or even a competitor, but as a rabid BYTCH that needs to be put down.”
Jeers from those assembled. The ‘YOU TAPPED OUT!’ chants started again, albeit without nearly as much force and they faded away within ten seconds or so. Still fuming, Jenny went back on the attack. “When I took the title off Veronica Treymane, FAWN brass couldn’t fall over themselves fast enough to give that little suck-up her rematch. Didn’t matter though, I whooped her again, then went on to submit Olivia Dare and Lily Burlingame in Match of the Year candidates, so I figure I’ll get my rematch at Fallout, expose Bliss for the fraud she is and remind all of you that I’m the best goddamned wrestler on the planet. Imagine my surprise when the suits say, sorry Jenny, Susan’s getting first crack at the champ. Don’t worry though, we’ll fit you in when we can.”
Jacobs almost spat the last three words.
“When we can. When we CAN? In case you shytbirds have forgotten, I’ve been one of no more than half a dozen women to CARRY this company over the last decade. Company needed someone to amp up a flat crowd with a hot opening match? Get Jenny out there. Intercontinental Championship headed toward obscurity and irrelevance? I rescued it. Made it matter. Anytime THEY needed me I was there and now that I need this one thing that should be mine without having to lift a finger, they’ll find time for me WHEN WE CAN?”
Jenny took a deep breath, let it out and turned to the stage. “Anciline… Bethany, f*ck, I’ll even take you, Ed. One of you needs to get your ass out here and explain yourselves. Because if you don’t… well, I’d rather it be a surp--”
CUT THE CORD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f8_No7JDiLM
The speakers interrupted her with a reedy, keening whistle, herald of a woman last seen leaving this arena bloodied and strapped to a gurney. The FAWNatics lost their shyt but Jenny didn’t even flinch. She only tossed the mic aside, backed up a few steps and sank into an expectant crouch.
“Come on then, bytch,” she hissed at the as of yet empty stage. “Step up so I can finish what I started.”
As if the words were a talisman, the curtains parted and Maddy Crane returned to the FAWN Arena for the first time in more than five months. Dressed in black jeans and a strappy red tank-top emblazoned with the promise of ‘Maximum Effort’, the ballistic redhead paid no mind to the thunderous ‘WELCOME BACK!’s thrown her way, she only had eyes for the woman who’d stolen nearly half a year of her career and quite possibly a world title run as well.
MADDY CRANE:
Slowing down only when she reached the foot of the ramp, Crane held Jacobs’s gaze for a good five seconds before she said, “Don’t even think about running, JJ. Running is only gonna piss me off.”
Jenny stepped up, grabbed the bottom edge of her tee-shirt in both hands and peeled it up over her head, leaving her in her denim and a simple black bra. Close to the ropes now, she dropped the balled garment at the redhead’s feet and said, “I’ll never run from you, Maddy.”
“Good.”
Crane stripped away her tank to reveal the red sports bra of her ring attire beneath and dove under the bottom rope. Jenny intercepted her at once, the NorCal Sensation slapping on a Front Facelock to better hold her archrival in place while she THWHAPPED half a dozen Overhand Forearm Smashes down across her lower back. Maddy soaked ‘em up without complaint. Not that they felt pleasant, it was simply a small price to pay to have her hands on the vicious blonde again. Wrapping both arms around her attacker’s left leg, Crane yanked it out from under even as she drove a shoulder into Jenny’s tummy and drove her to the deck as hard as she could. Jenny ‘OOOFFFFHED!’ and released the Facelock, making it that much easier for the Princess of the Punchline to scramble into a mount. Then she snatched a handful of hair and banged the back of Jenny’s head into the mat, all the better to keep her steady as she unleashed a veritable barrage of Forearms on the former champion’s cheek and jaw.
Jacobs grunted and squirmed, eventually raised a guard to protect her head from the worst of the punishment. When Crane adjusted to get around it she popped her hips and rolled onto her knees even though it put Maddy on her back with both legs around the blonde’s waist. Willing to endure the squeeze to dish out some punishment of her own, Jenny went all in on Crane’s juggs, just SMITING her foe’s rack with the nastiest Forearm Smashes she could muster.
“Should’ve stayed gone, Crane. (THWHAP!) Or should’ve stayed the F*CK out of my business. (THWHAP!) Because coming at me again? (THWHAP!) Coming at me tonight? (THWHAP!) That was the worst decision you could have maEEERRRRGGGHHHH!”
Mads shot her hands up and filled them with Jenny’s bounty, a hateful, angry squeeze far more suited to the penthouse than the ring. Out of place or not, it startled the blonde long enough for Crane to halve her grip and CRAAACK Jacobs across the mouth with a vengeful backhand! The Innovator went rolling off her mount but promptly scrambled to one knee. Maddy did the same and for a moment the pair of rivals simply regarded one another from across a short stretch of canvas.
“You couldn’t really think I was gonna let it end with me dragged out of here on a stretcher, did you?” Crane asked without a trace of her usual snark.
Jenny rose to her full height and shrugged. “Didn’t give it much thought. Once you were on the shelf I had bigger things on my mind.”
Maddy’s dark eyes narrowed, but she held her tongue until she too was standing. “Funny. I wonder if Lisa thought the same thing after she almost broke your neck?”
Jenny growled, took a step forward. “Don’t you DARE make that comparison. Your career was never in doubt.”
“Sure felt that way when I woke up in the hospital. When they told me I wasn’t gonna be able to even get in the ring for at least two months. But now I’m back. And while I don’t plan on injuring you, I am damned sure going to make you feel every moment of pain, frustration and outright despair that I went through while I was rehabbing my back and watching you parade around this place with a World Title that should have been--”
‘Mine’ was on her tongue when Jenny pounced, the NorCal Sensation leading with talons aimed at Crane’s hair and eyes. Maddy twisted to the side, caught Jacobs at waistband and the scruff of her neck and hurled her over the top rope, Battle Royale style.
Most anyone else would’ve caught a faceful of floor from more than ten feet up, Jenny on the other hand grabbed hold of the top rope as she soared by and pulled herself down into a graceful landing on the apron. Ready with a Haymaker for the redhead as soon as she touched down, Jenny spat an interesting arrangement of invective when Crane blocked her efforts with a forearm. Mads snatched a handful of hair and darted in quick, THWHUNKING a Headbutt between her nemesis’s eyes. Jacobs reeled but didn’t fall, so Maddy took a step back, raised her arms in a droopy-wristed Y and pushed up on one foot to --
Jenny dropped off the apron half a heartbeat before the Crane Kick would’ve put her chin on the other side of her skull. Maddy sighed, shook her head and put her index finger a centimeter from her thumb. “This close, Jenny.” Jenny just flipped her off so Maddy stepped back and scooped up the microphone the blonde had dropped just before their scrum ensued.
“The production truck is probably flipping its shyt at the moment so I’ll make this real simple.” Crane told the arena. “Jenny says she’s the best wrestler on the planet, I say I’m capable of beating her ass on any given night, so let’s settle the issue once and for all. Maddy Crane versus Jenny Jacobs at All Hallows Evil… inside a steel cage. What do you say to that, JJ?”
Jenny looked around, snatched the mic from a FAWN flunky hurrying over to deliver it. “What do I say? I say your return to the ring is going to be mercifully short. See you at the Madhouse, bytch.” Jacobs tossed the mic down and stormed up the ramp, careful to keep her eyes on Maddy in case the obnoxious ginger tried to follow.
Crane didn’t, though she did watch Jenny until she disappeared through the curtain. Only then did she turn her attention to the crowd. “Get your candy buckets ready, kids.” she said with a grin. “This Halloween I’m handing out the good stuff. Snickers, Butterfingers, Red Vines and Ass Whoopin’s, all King Sized!”
JENNY JACOBS:
After a lull in the noise the NorCal Sensation raised the stick and asked, “You finished?”
The FAWNatics started up at once, only to have Jenny cut them off at the knees. “Too f*cking bad. Now sit down and shut up.”
They did no such thing of course, in fact their hateful three word reminder got so loud it forced Jenny to devote a little more of her precious energy dealing with the mouth breathing knuckle draggers.
“Yeah, you’re right, I did tap out. You know why? Do you losers know why? Because I thought I was defending the World Championship against a fellow professional wrestler and I designed my strategy accordingly. Go back and watch that match again if you can figure out the buttons on the remote. I had Bliss on the defensive from the very first time we locked up. I targeted her right hand, I made it my own and I stretched it, twisted it, stomped it and generally made her wail like a little bytch. There was more than one occasion when I could’ve broken her fingers, dislocated her shoulder or hyper-extended her elbow. I could’ve done ALL of those things because the little songbird belonged to me that night but I didn’t because as much as I loathe most of the women in that locker room and believe me, I do loathe them, I respect them as competitors and I respect the judgment of our officiating staff to make the right call when one woman can no longer defend herself.”
She paused, shook her head and raked a hand through her hair. “But in the end my otherwise perfect strategy had two fatal flaws. Because not only did Nick Castle NOT call for the bell when Bliss couldn’t defend herself, it turns out she’s not actually a professional wrestler at all, but a genuine madwoman willing to put herself… and by extension her opponents, through ANYTHING in order to get her undeserving hands, excuse me, hand, on the FAWN World Championship. So yeah, that lunatic finally got not one, but BOTH of her filthy paws in my mouth and I tapped out because as much as I value the World Title, I value a functioning jaw that much more and Bliss clearly had no problem dislocating my jaw or working my trunks or jamming a thumb in my eye just so she could say, if only for a single night, that she was better than Jenny Jacobs.”
The Innovator lowered the mic and shook her head again, only this time she was smiling. “But that’s not even why I’m mad. Because as galling as it was to get walked up the ramp by EMT’s while that HACK held MY belt up for all of you assholes, I knew it was a mistake I wouldn’t make again. See, now that I KNOW that Eliza Bliss is a rampaging savage masquerading as an opera spouting professional wrestler I can adjust my strategy accordingly and treat her not as a colleague or even a competitor, but as a rabid BYTCH that needs to be put down.”
Jeers from those assembled. The ‘YOU TAPPED OUT!’ chants started again, albeit without nearly as much force and they faded away within ten seconds or so. Still fuming, Jenny went back on the attack. “When I took the title off Veronica Treymane, FAWN brass couldn’t fall over themselves fast enough to give that little suck-up her rematch. Didn’t matter though, I whooped her again, then went on to submit Olivia Dare and Lily Burlingame in Match of the Year candidates, so I figure I’ll get my rematch at Fallout, expose Bliss for the fraud she is and remind all of you that I’m the best goddamned wrestler on the planet. Imagine my surprise when the suits say, sorry Jenny, Susan’s getting first crack at the champ. Don’t worry though, we’ll fit you in when we can.”
Jacobs almost spat the last three words.
“When we can. When we CAN? In case you shytbirds have forgotten, I’ve been one of no more than half a dozen women to CARRY this company over the last decade. Company needed someone to amp up a flat crowd with a hot opening match? Get Jenny out there. Intercontinental Championship headed toward obscurity and irrelevance? I rescued it. Made it matter. Anytime THEY needed me I was there and now that I need this one thing that should be mine without having to lift a finger, they’ll find time for me WHEN WE CAN?”
Jenny took a deep breath, let it out and turned to the stage. “Anciline… Bethany, f*ck, I’ll even take you, Ed. One of you needs to get your ass out here and explain yourselves. Because if you don’t… well, I’d rather it be a surp--”
CUT THE CORD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f8_No7JDiLM
The speakers interrupted her with a reedy, keening whistle, herald of a woman last seen leaving this arena bloodied and strapped to a gurney. The FAWNatics lost their shyt but Jenny didn’t even flinch. She only tossed the mic aside, backed up a few steps and sank into an expectant crouch.
“Come on then, bytch,” she hissed at the as of yet empty stage. “Step up so I can finish what I started.”
As if the words were a talisman, the curtains parted and Maddy Crane returned to the FAWN Arena for the first time in more than five months. Dressed in black jeans and a strappy red tank-top emblazoned with the promise of ‘Maximum Effort’, the ballistic redhead paid no mind to the thunderous ‘WELCOME BACK!’s thrown her way, she only had eyes for the woman who’d stolen nearly half a year of her career and quite possibly a world title run as well.
MADDY CRANE:
Slowing down only when she reached the foot of the ramp, Crane held Jacobs’s gaze for a good five seconds before she said, “Don’t even think about running, JJ. Running is only gonna piss me off.”
Jenny stepped up, grabbed the bottom edge of her tee-shirt in both hands and peeled it up over her head, leaving her in her denim and a simple black bra. Close to the ropes now, she dropped the balled garment at the redhead’s feet and said, “I’ll never run from you, Maddy.”
“Good.”
Crane stripped away her tank to reveal the red sports bra of her ring attire beneath and dove under the bottom rope. Jenny intercepted her at once, the NorCal Sensation slapping on a Front Facelock to better hold her archrival in place while she THWHAPPED half a dozen Overhand Forearm Smashes down across her lower back. Maddy soaked ‘em up without complaint. Not that they felt pleasant, it was simply a small price to pay to have her hands on the vicious blonde again. Wrapping both arms around her attacker’s left leg, Crane yanked it out from under even as she drove a shoulder into Jenny’s tummy and drove her to the deck as hard as she could. Jenny ‘OOOFFFFHED!’ and released the Facelock, making it that much easier for the Princess of the Punchline to scramble into a mount. Then she snatched a handful of hair and banged the back of Jenny’s head into the mat, all the better to keep her steady as she unleashed a veritable barrage of Forearms on the former champion’s cheek and jaw.
Jacobs grunted and squirmed, eventually raised a guard to protect her head from the worst of the punishment. When Crane adjusted to get around it she popped her hips and rolled onto her knees even though it put Maddy on her back with both legs around the blonde’s waist. Willing to endure the squeeze to dish out some punishment of her own, Jenny went all in on Crane’s juggs, just SMITING her foe’s rack with the nastiest Forearm Smashes she could muster.
“Should’ve stayed gone, Crane. (THWHAP!) Or should’ve stayed the F*CK out of my business. (THWHAP!) Because coming at me again? (THWHAP!) Coming at me tonight? (THWHAP!) That was the worst decision you could have maEEERRRRGGGHHHH!”
Mads shot her hands up and filled them with Jenny’s bounty, a hateful, angry squeeze far more suited to the penthouse than the ring. Out of place or not, it startled the blonde long enough for Crane to halve her grip and CRAAACK Jacobs across the mouth with a vengeful backhand! The Innovator went rolling off her mount but promptly scrambled to one knee. Maddy did the same and for a moment the pair of rivals simply regarded one another from across a short stretch of canvas.
“You couldn’t really think I was gonna let it end with me dragged out of here on a stretcher, did you?” Crane asked without a trace of her usual snark.
Jenny rose to her full height and shrugged. “Didn’t give it much thought. Once you were on the shelf I had bigger things on my mind.”
Maddy’s dark eyes narrowed, but she held her tongue until she too was standing. “Funny. I wonder if Lisa thought the same thing after she almost broke your neck?”
Jenny growled, took a step forward. “Don’t you DARE make that comparison. Your career was never in doubt.”
“Sure felt that way when I woke up in the hospital. When they told me I wasn’t gonna be able to even get in the ring for at least two months. But now I’m back. And while I don’t plan on injuring you, I am damned sure going to make you feel every moment of pain, frustration and outright despair that I went through while I was rehabbing my back and watching you parade around this place with a World Title that should have been--”
‘Mine’ was on her tongue when Jenny pounced, the NorCal Sensation leading with talons aimed at Crane’s hair and eyes. Maddy twisted to the side, caught Jacobs at waistband and the scruff of her neck and hurled her over the top rope, Battle Royale style.
Most anyone else would’ve caught a faceful of floor from more than ten feet up, Jenny on the other hand grabbed hold of the top rope as she soared by and pulled herself down into a graceful landing on the apron. Ready with a Haymaker for the redhead as soon as she touched down, Jenny spat an interesting arrangement of invective when Crane blocked her efforts with a forearm. Mads snatched a handful of hair and darted in quick, THWHUNKING a Headbutt between her nemesis’s eyes. Jacobs reeled but didn’t fall, so Maddy took a step back, raised her arms in a droopy-wristed Y and pushed up on one foot to --
Jenny dropped off the apron half a heartbeat before the Crane Kick would’ve put her chin on the other side of her skull. Maddy sighed, shook her head and put her index finger a centimeter from her thumb. “This close, Jenny.” Jenny just flipped her off so Maddy stepped back and scooped up the microphone the blonde had dropped just before their scrum ensued.
“The production truck is probably flipping its shyt at the moment so I’ll make this real simple.” Crane told the arena. “Jenny says she’s the best wrestler on the planet, I say I’m capable of beating her ass on any given night, so let’s settle the issue once and for all. Maddy Crane versus Jenny Jacobs at All Hallows Evil… inside a steel cage. What do you say to that, JJ?”
Jenny looked around, snatched the mic from a FAWN flunky hurrying over to deliver it. “What do I say? I say your return to the ring is going to be mercifully short. See you at the Madhouse, bytch.” Jacobs tossed the mic down and stormed up the ramp, careful to keep her eyes on Maddy in case the obnoxious ginger tried to follow.
Crane didn’t, though she did watch Jenny until she disappeared through the curtain. Only then did she turn her attention to the crowd. “Get your candy buckets ready, kids.” she said with a grin. “This Halloween I’m handing out the good stuff. Snickers, Butterfingers, Red Vines and Ass Whoopin’s, all King Sized!”