Post by bat22 on Jan 14, 2018 9:41:08 GMT
I still recall from the primordial days of the "interweb" the International Female Wrestling Federation. The writing quality varied greatly between matches but there were particularly good ones on par with FAWN's. It was my fanfare for Jeanette Lansdale that introduced me to FAWN and, regrettably, this is the only match I managed to preserve from the now defunct IFWF. I surely wasn't the writer but they obviously produced a memorable piece.
Tag Team Match:
Giovanna “The Mafia Princess” and Santina Bartuzzinni
-vs-
Jeanette Lansdale (IFWF World Champion) and Samantha Page
Dressing Room of IFWF World Champion Jeanette Lansdale
Jeanette Lansdale had just finished a light warm up on the exercise bike in her dressing room. She now stood in the middle of the room strapping the IFWF World Championship Belt to her waist. A light sheen of sweat glistened on her skin, her lean, athletic body rippled with tension, long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. The white bikini she wore fit her perfectly, hugging her perfectly toned ass and accentuating the V-shape of her back. Finally, she would get her hands on Giovanna Bartuzzinni. Her partner, Samantha Page, stood ready beside the door, looking phenomenal in a blue one piece suit with slashes cut in the chest area to expose some cleavage. Her long blonde hair was also pulled back into a ponytail. The third member of the group, Michelle Holmes, paced nervously back and forth. She wore black jeans and a red T-Shirt that showed her toned arms to their greatest advantage.
Words were not necessary. This was a big night. They had been butting heads with the Sicilians ever since Jeanette had reclaimed the IFWF World Championship from Felicia Crowley. And they had come out on the short end of the stick in most of the encounters. They had been outmaneuvered and outthought by their adversaries. Tonight, though, they’d have all three of them out in the open. Right where they could see them.
Giovanna Bartuzzini and Santina wore identical black vinyl thong bikinis with knee-high black vinyl boots. The younger Santina was undeniably beautiful, with her lean, athletic frame looking great in the small bikini. Her older sister, though, looked even better. Giovanna was taller and more voluptuous than her younger sister. And her ambition and ruthlessness made her the most dangerous woman in the league. Sitting at the table in the dressing room, polishing a Thompson sub-machine gun, was Alexandra Capone, Giovanna’s “body guard.” She wore a short black skirt and a white blouse with a white cravat.
Giovanna: “Alexandra, you know-a what to do.”
Alexandra nodded.
Santina: “We’ve been-a through this a thousand times, Gia.”
Giovanna: “That’s a right. And eef either of you fuck a thees up, I may have a special Concrete Overcoat a waiting for you. Tonight, we take a control. We get een Lansdale’s head. There can be no mistakes.”
Outside in the event area, fans buzzed in anticipation of this event. The lights dimmed and red, white, and green spotlights began washing over the spectators as traditional Italian music announced the arrival of Giovanna, Santina, and Alexandra. The trio marched to the ring with an air of unspeakable arrogance. Giovanna led the way. The six foot tall, raven-haired woman had a tremendous presence. She radiated a palpable, almost magnetic force…a tremendous gravity that made everyone around her feel uneasy. Her mere presence snapped the concentration of opponents. As the trio climbed into the ring, Gia seemed to crowd out everyone else, even though she stood silent, casually looking back up the ramp for the arrival of her opponents.
Finally, the lights dimmed as a throbbing techno beat filled the arena. The arena shook with explosions from pyrotechnics as Jeanette Lansdale, Samantha Page and Michelle Holmes stepped out from behind the curtain to thunderous cheers from the crowd. After a moment’s pause, the three women sprinted down the ramp and hit the ring.
Michelle, with her long stride, hit the ring first, and speared Alexandra with such force that the two slid out of the ring and tumbled onto the floor. The big woman from Connecticut rose to her feet and slung the smaller Sicilian into the guardrail. Alex crumbled under the assault and slid limply to the floor.
Jeanette and Sam hit the ring a half-second behind Michelle. The pair of valkyries moved with blinding speed. Gia could barely take a step toward the two before they had clotheslined Santina out of the ring. Before the younger sister of the Mafia Princess hit the floor, Samantha leaped over the rope and delivered a devastating body splash, making contact with Santina’s exposed stomach a mere second after her back hit the ground.
Jeanette then turned and grabbed the arm of the charging Giovanna. The big brunette was whipped into the ropes. As she came running back toward Jeanette, the blonde caught her in a bear hug and lifted her up into the air before slamming her down onto her outstretched knee in a reverse atomic drop. Gia hobbled around holding her crotch. Jeanette then lifted Gia up onto her shoulder and slammed Gia down onto a regular atomic drop. Gia screamed in pain and rage as she was catapulted forward, landing stomach-first on the top turnbuckle.
Alexandra leapt up onto the ring apron to try to take some of Lansdale’s withering heat off the Mafia Princess. Jeanette saw Capone on the apron and charged her, hammering a right cross across her face that Alexandra flew off the apron and into the crowd.
Outside the ring, Samantha lifted Santina up and dropped her across the guard rail, crotch-first. Santina’s mouth fell completely open from the pain as Samantha withdrew to her corner. Inside the ring, Jeanette pulled Gia back onto her feet and spun her around. As Giovanna was turned, Jeanette’s fist struck her with terrible force, snapping her head around in a wild storm of black hair and saliva. Continuing her onslaught, the vengeful World Champion forced the Princess backward, all the way across the ring with chop after terrible chop. Each chop connected high on Giovanna’s chest, leaving an angry red welt. Finally, after the twelfth chop forced Gia into the corner, Jeanette relented. The overwhelmed Sicilian tumbled forward, falling flat on her face as the crowd thundered its approval.
Not wasting another second, Jeanette grabbed two fistfuls of black hair and lifted the Princess to her feet. The shorter blonde scooped Giovanna up and slammed her to the mat. Giovanna jackknifed, screaming in pain and clutching her back. Once again, Jeanette yanked the Sicilian to her feet and whipped her across the ring with all her considerable strength. Giovanna hit the corner with tremendous impact and stumbled out of the corner, once again holding her abused back. The raven-haired warrior’s eyes grew wide as she saw Jeanette flying through the air toward her. The two bodies collided and Jeanette slammed Giovanna backward into the corner with a crushing body splash. Jeanette withdrew, breathing heavily. She’d expended a tremendous amount of energy in her domination of the Mafia Princess and wanted to spell herself before she made a mistake that ceded the initiative to her enemies. As the blonde swiftly moved to her tag in Samantha, Giovanna stumbled haltingly out of the corner and theatrically collapsed onto her stomach.
Santina had pulled herself off the railing and had assumed her station in the corner, waiting for the tag. Alexandra had recovered somewhat and stood behind Santina, as the match evolved from a one-sided donnybrook at the beginning to a more standard tag match.
Samantha hit the ring and leapt high into the air, dropping a punishing elbow into Giovanna’s back. As the big brunette convulsed, Samantha sprang to her feet and pulled her up. A stiff right to the jaw knocked Gia back. Reacting on instinct, realizing that she needed to make a serious move, Giovanna lashed out with a left that caught Page along the left cheek. Giovanna followed that up with a kick to Samantha’s flat stomach, driving her backwards. Giovanna lunged forward, tackling the tall blonde. The move didn’t hurt Page, but it gave Giovanna the chance she needed to tag in Santina. The Mafia Princes capitalized, scampering to the sanctuary of the corner and making the tag.
Santina entered the ring as Sam was getting to her feet. The two met near the center of the ring and locked up. Sam easily pushed the Sicilian backward and executed a lightning fast armdrag once Santina began to lose her balance. Sam poured on the pressure, eliciting a long stream of screams and curses from the younger Bartuzzinni. Samantha got up, maintaining the armbar, coercing Santina painfully to her feet. Page then shot her foot forward, lodging into the stomach of her prey and fell backward, in what appeared to be a monkey toss…but Samantha did not release her arm. As Santina was pulled over, Sam went with the momentum generated by the toss and rolled, ending up in a school girl pin atop Santina. Sam then proceeded to slam right hand after right hand into Santina’s face. After ten, the referee forced a break. Unrelenting, and hell-bent on revenge, Samantha grabbed two fistfuls of Santina’s dark locks and lifted the Sicilian, the smallest of the four combatants in this match, to her feet. Santina, dazed by the repeated blows to the head, realized that Sam was lifting her once again. With great effort, the IFWF icon, one of the fiercest and toughest competitors in IFWF history, pressed Santina over her head, and deposited her crotch first on the ropes, her left leg inside the ring and her right leg outside it. Once again, Santina felt pain shoot through her, emanating from her groin. As Santina hung on the ropes, mouth open in a silent scream, Samantha decided to have more fun. The blonde pulled the brunette rudely into the ring, and executed a snap suplex. As the 5’11” veteran slammed Santina to the canvas, Santina screamed in pain, shaking her head to clear her head and see through the stinging pain at the back of he spine. Santina then grabbed her back and rolled onto her side. The crowd, predictably, went nuts, and Samantha took a second to acknowledge their cheers, which gave Santina her first bit of breathing room. As Samantha brutally jerked her prey to her feet, Santina pistoned her knee into Samantha’s unsuspecting tummy.
A loud “Oooughh” from Page let Santina know the knee had hit home. The crafty Sicilian then raked the icon’s eyes and slammed a forearm into the side of her head. As Samantha leaned forward, Santina locked her in a reverse headlock and slammed her head to the mat with a DDT. Samantha hit the mat and was momentarily stunned, as Santina rolled her over and attempted a pin. Hooking one of Samantha’s lovely legs, Santina pressed her shoulders to the mat.
ONE
TWO
Page kicked out strongly at two. Santina got to her feet and grabbed Page’s legs, dragging her to her corner, and tagged in her sister. Giovanna, just about fully recovered from her earlier beating, lifted Sam up by her hair. Sam grimaced in pain as she felt some of the golden strands of hair separate from her scalp. As Sam gritted her teeth, Giovanna pulled back her left hand slammed it forward, connecting solidly with Samantha’s chin. The beautiful blonde’s head was snapped back, eyes momentarily glazed. Giovanna stared straight into Sam’s eyes. Samantha’s eyes stared back, seemingly directly at Gia’s, but they didn’t seem to see the raven-haired goddess. A second later, Samantha’s knees buckled and the IFWF legend collapsed to a sitting position, like a marionette that had just had its strings cut, a surprised look on her face. She had never before been dropped by one punch like that.
With a wicked sneer, the Mafia Princess flung Page across the ring, into her corner. Samantha slumped into her corner, recognizing the need for a tag. Jeanette relieved her partner and stepped into the ring, as the Mafia Princess motioned arrogantly for the IFWF World Champion to come to her. The move shocked many in attendance, who, to this point, operated under the assumption that Princess was looking to stiff-arm Lansdale, to put off confrontation as long as possible.
Jeanette cursed to herself as she saw the powerful brunette standing, coolly beckoning her. It was a brilliant piece of gamesmanship, Jeanette realized. If she continued toward Giovanna, it looked like she was obeying her. If she stopped and refused to advance, it looked like she was afraid of her. Jeanette kept coming. The two locked up near the center of the ring, and strained against each other. Jeanette seemed to budge Giovanna first, but then Giovanna used her leverage to blunt that move. Neither budged for several seconds, then, the muscles of the blonde, trembling though they were, seemed to overcome the Sicilian’s power, ever so slightly. Giovanna quickly slammed her knee into Jeanette’s exposed stomach, and followed up with a clothesline that hit the Champion so hard, her shoulders hit the mat before her ass did. Giovanna descended upon Jeanette, who quickly wedged her foot into the Sicilian’s stomach and pulled her over with a monkey toss, catapulting her across the ring. Gia hit the mat and skidded a few feet, before slamming the mat in frustration and rising to face Jeanette.
The blonde spun and flung herself backward into a series of somersaults, culminating in a flashkick that pitched the big brunette off her feet and shot her into the corner. Giovanna hit the corner and stumbled out, screaming. Jeanette closed, and hiptossed Giovanna, once again, causing the woman to scream in pain and slam the mat in frustration. Clutching her back, Giovanna rose to her feet. Jeanette charged her, and Giovanna saw an opening. Giovanna sidestepped the charging blonde slightly and pivoted away from her, then spun back into rapidly, driving the point of her elbow deep into Jeanette’s taut stomach.
Jeanette felt like she’d been shot. She retreated a step, holding her stomach, unable to breathe. After a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, she sucked in a short a painful breath. Giovanna did not give her any time to recover. She scooped Jeanette up, as if to body slam her, but instead executed a move like a back breaker, except that she brought Jeanette’s stomach, not her back, down across her knee. Once again, Jeanette had the wind knocked out of her. As she felt the strength bleed out of her, Jeanette closed her eyes and tried to focus. Unrelenting, Giovanna flipped Jeanette over on her knee and raised her hands over head, interlocking her fingers. The Mafia Princess slammed her joined fists down into Jeanette’s battered stomach.
“Ooough,” cried Jeanette as she jackknifed. As Jeanette’s head jerked up, Giovanna brought her joined fits back and swung them right into Jeanette’s face. Jeanette tumbled, ass over teakettle off the Princess’s knee. Her mind searched for an answer. She had underestimated Giovanna’s raw power. While she knew that she was stronger than the Princess, she realized that she had given her a chance to hurt her by being too cute. And hurt her, Giovanna had.
Giovanna rolled Jeanette over onto her back and went for the cover, hooking Jeanette’s leg and bearing all the pressure she could muster down on her shoulders.
ONE
TWO
Jeanette kicked out forcefully at two. She had a lot of fight left, but she needed a tag. As Giovanna lifted the IFWF World Champion up by her hair, Jeanette lunged forward and wrapped her arms around the Princess’s midsection. She powered Giovanna up and over with a belly to belly suplex. Gia rose, cursing. She let out a primal scream and charged Jeanette, who used Giovanna’s momentum against her. Jeanette caught her under her arms and threw her backward across the ring with a double underhook suplex. The imposing brunette slid all the way across the ring and slammed her crotch into the corner post. The Mafia Princess screamed in pain, but slowly extricated herself from her predicament. As Giovanna tried to rise, Jeanette readied herself, and approached Giovanna.
Giovanna needed a rest, and she knew it. As Jeanette approached, Giovanna dropped to her knee and fired a hard left into the blonde’s stomach. As Jeanette winced in pain from the shot, Giovanna hammered her with another left…way below the belt. Jeanette gasped, the color running out of her face, and fell to her knees. Giovanna used the opportunity to escape. She did a forward roll to quickly get to her corner and tagged in Santina.
The younger sister of Giovanna took advantage of the situation and fell upon Jeanette like a rabid wolf. She fired kick after kick into Jeanette’s battered stomach, depriving the blonde of a chance to catch her breath. Santina grabbed Jeanette and hauled her to her feet. The lithe Sicilian leapt into the air and drilled her with a dropkick, sending the blonde sprawling. Santina pressed the attack, bringing the ailing champion to her feet, only to send her back down to the canvas with a perfectly executed suplex. Whipped into a frenzy, Santina grabbed Jeanette by her ponytail and slung her into the ropes. Santina sprinted to the other side of the ring and the two women sprinted toward each other, both in a fog…Jeanette’s from the punishment she’d absorbed, Santina from an overpowering sense of feeding frenzy. At the last second, Jeanette shot out her arm. The two women simultaneously clotheslined each other to the mat. Both women lay on the mat for several seconds, but it is Santina, surprisingly, who is able to rise first. Once again, Santina lifted her to her feet.
Santina: “Champion? Pathetic. My seester well a keel a you!”
Santina leapt into another devastating dropkick, sending Jeanette back down. As Jeanette tried feebly to rise, Santina lifted her arms in triumph, mocking Jeanette and taunting the crowd.
Punished, brutalized, and utterly exhausted, Jeanette Lansdale was almost at wits end. Her vision was nothing more than a blur of fists and faces, each hitting and mocking her, trying to wear her down. She couldn't even recall where exactly she was. Suddenly, out of nowhere, feet appeared. Her mind couldn't recognize what was coming until those same feet smashed into her face, sending her sprawling backward to the mat.
Dazed and confused, she tried to shake the cobwebs from her head and mount some form of an offense. She couldn't. She looked around, but everything was still a blur. Wait, what was that? Her vision seemed to be clearing. The only thing she could see was a hand, reaching towards her. She stretched, but couldn't seem to reach it. She crawled, reaching harder, trying to reach further. Finally, she took one last leap, and her hand snagged the other. In a second, Samantha Page was in the ring.
During her celebration, Santina didn't see Page get tagged in. When she finally realized what was going on, it was too late. Page was on her in an instant, pounding and kicking the Sicilian into her own corner until the ref had to pull her off. Using the moment of distraction, Santina, suddenly humbled, tagged out to the Mafia Princess, who dove into the ring.
Giovanna: “You back a for more? I’ll break a you down again, Blondie. I’ll have a you crawling around a thees ring, just a like I had your leettle friend doing a few meeneets ago.”
The Princess trash talked Page for a minute, trying to enrage her into making a mistake. Page shrugged it off without hesitation. The Princess raised her arms, daring page to engage her in a test of strength. Page raised an eyebrow at the woman, curious of her motives. But, she wasn't about to refuse a chance to get her hands on her. Page accepted the challenge, and locked her hands with the Princess'.
The two stood toe to toe for a moment, each trying to overpower the other. The muscles in their arms flexed and strained, their lips curled back into teeth bearing snarls. Finally, it was the Mafia Princess who got the upper hand. Her arms started to push Page's back. Page's eyes went from the eyes of the Princess to their interlocked hands. She couldn't pull away, couldn't free herself. Her arms ached, yet she couldn't get free. She was being driven backward, humble before the power of the Mafia Princess. For the second time in this match, Giovanna Bartuzzinni was beating Samantha at her own game. Once again, the IFWF icon wilted before the powerful Sicilian.
The Princess bore down on Samantha Page, forcing the woman back, back, and down. Page struggled, strained, but she couldn't force back the Princess's attack. Finally, she was driven down, forced to her knees at the hands of the Princess. Dammit! She was on her knees before the Mafia Princess. The Princess' leering face was all Page could see. And that wicked sneer of triumph. She had to do something to free herself. As if she was reading Samantha’s thoughts, Giovanna pistoned her knee forward, striking Samantha on the chin. Samantha sagged from the force of the blow. Giovanna then tagged in Santina and the two double whipped Page into the ropes and further punished her with a body drop. Showing no indication of surrendering their double team advantage, the two dangerous Sicilians once again lifted Samantha to inflict more punishment.
Jeanette looked on in frustration. She knew that if she interjected herself now, what little control the referee still had over this match would be lost. Recovered enough from her earlier beatings, she now was almost feral about getting her hands on Santina or Gia. But she needed Samantha to get her tagged in.
Samantha felt herself being lifted again. She was desperate to turn the tide. She felt as if she was letting Jeanette down, having been handled easily by the Mafia Princess. Now, it was getting out of hand. She needed to get out dodge, or this match would be over really quick. As she was being lifted, she curled her hands into fists and rammed them both upward as hard as she could.
Both Giovanna and Santina were stopped dead in their tracks, as Samantha executed a very well-timed low blow. Both sisters yelped in pain and released Samantha just enough to allow her to escape. Samantha shot upward and forward with both arms outstretched, taking down both Sicilians with a double clothesline. Giovanna and Santina hit the mat clutching their necks and Sam hit the road, scrambling over the two sisters, as Giovanna tried to grab the blonde's ankle. Samantha easily kicked free and lunged forward making the tag to Jeanette. As soon as Jeanette felt Samantha's hand brush hers, she leaped over the ropes and attacked Santina. She grabbed the smaller Sicilian and smashed her right elbow into Santina's temple. Showing no mercy and a lust for blood, Jeanette twisted the girl into a neckbreaker and dropped to her rear end, imparting a tremendous amount of force to Santina's stretched neck and rendering her stunned. Sensing victory, Jeanette went for the pin.
Giovanna flipped over just in time to see Jeanette Lansdale elbow her sister in the head and deliver a neckbreaker. The lithe blonde rolled Santina onto her back and hooked the leg. Santina wasn't moving. Giovanna got up, grabbed Lansdale's slender ankle, and pulled the IFWF World Champion off her sister before the referee had even gotten to the second count. Jeanette kicked free and was on her feet in a flash. Giovanna closed to grapple, and the two locked up. The referee intervened, trying to break the two up.
"Santina is the legal woman," he said. It didn't matter to these two women. As they struggled, the contrast between the two was striking. Jeanette was tall, relatively fair skinned, though with a slight tan, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, and extremely athletic and fit in a white bikini. Giovanna was taller, with deeper colored, olive skin, raven-haired and brown-eyed, and more voluptuous. Angel vs. Devil, Good vs. Evil.
Jeanette pushed the Princess back and executed a brilliant snap suplex that once again elicited a stream of curses from her. While she screamed and carried on, Giovanna knew that things were starting to move in her favor. Things were going to be set in motion shortly, as long as she could keep this wildcat off Santina for a little longer, so her younger sister could recover. Giovanna sat up and saw Jeanette heading toward Santina. Santina was up on one knee, holding her neck and cursing.
Outside the ring, Michelle was extremely nervous. Jeanette was in the ring, alone, with both her opponents. Samantha was on her feet in the corner, but did not want to intervene, since that would take away the referee's attention from what was happening in the ring and allow Santina and Giovanna to converge on Jeanette like a pair of sharks. And Alexandra was standing by the corner of her associates, behaving, for the most part. Slowly, though, Michelle had noticed that control of the match was slowly being wrested from the official. The Sicilians were getting more unruly by the minute. The tall brunette watched intently for any sign of an attack.
Jeanette had just grabbed Santina by her long hair when she felt Giovanna apply a choke on her from behind. Spun away from Santina, Giovanna's brown eyes burned into her blue ones. As Jeanette wiggled free, Santina came in and wrapped her arms around Jeanette's midsection. She hauled her up and slammed her down to the mat with a belly to back suplex. As Jeanette grimaced from the pain, the two Sicilians picked her up and threw her over the top rope, out of the ring.
The referee was trying to stay clear. He had all four combatants in his field of view. Then, all he saw was a pair of feet flying at him. As Jeanette was thrown out of the ring, her feet hit the ref squarely in the nose. His eyes teared up suddenly and he fell to his knees, shaking his head and trying to clear his eyes.
Alexandra watched intently as the ref clawed at his face and Lansdale fell to the floor. The blonde rolled through the fall as much as she could, but it was a long drop, and she'd come down awkwardly. Her back took the brunt of the fall. The referee had sprawled on his stomach and was in no position to monitor events outside the ring. As she got up slowly, Alexandra sprinted around the ring and drilled Jeanette with a hard boot to the back of the neck.
Michelle saw Alexandra run over to where Jeanette was, and she moved to intercept the other valet. Alexandra had already kicked Jeanette hard in the back of the head when Michelle turned the corner. Michelle grabbed Alexandra by the throat and slammed her into the steel barrier as hard as she could.
Santina slid out of the ring and attacked Michelle before she could press her attack on Alexandra and finish off the body guard. Out of the corner of her eye, Santina saw Samantha Page jump down from the ring apron and come to even the odds. Perfect.
Giovanna slid out of the ring and retreated to her corner, where Alexandra had set her duffel bag. Rummaging through it, she withdrew a small black sack with her right hand. With her left, she grabbed the Tommy gun.
Five women were involved in a brawl outside the ring, and there was no doubt who was winning. Michelle was more than a match for either Santina or Alexandra. Samantha had found her groove, pummeling Santina mercilessly with boot after boot after boot. Jeanette Lansdale helped Samantha subdue the younger Sicilian. Then the Mafia Princess joined the fray and quickly and permanently swung the odds in her favor.
Michelle heard Jeanette yell. As she stopped beating on Alexandra to look at her friend, her vision went black.
Giovanna drove the stock of the Tommy gun into Michelle's neck. The tall brunette crumpled to the ground. Quickly, Giovanna lifted Alexandra to her feet and gave her the sack.
Jeanette and Samantha both went to try to help Michelle. Santina, in desperation, reached out and grabbed Jeanette's left foot. The IFWF World Champion stumbled, as Samantha continued. She wanted that big Sicilian bitch's ass.
Giovanna smirked as Samantha ran toward them. The legend's green eyes were fixed on Giovanna. She never saw Alexandra.
Jeanette looked up and her eyes widened in horror. Alexandra Capone had a Tazer gun and was pointing it at Sam, as she bore in on the Mafia Princess. Alexandra pulled the trigger and two small darts shot out of the gun and hit Samantha high on the stomach. There was a loud crack, a bright spark, and some smoke, and Samantha Page stopped dead in her tracks, convulsed violently, and tumbled to the ground.
Giovanna watched Page hit the floor and smiled. She glanced toward the ring. The ref was still wiping tears out of his eyes. He couldn't see anything. The whole attack had taken less than a minute. Jeanette Lansdale was successfully isolated...
...and she knew it. Jeanette kicked free from Santina and somersaulted backwards. She saw Alexandra loop around the back side of the ring, as Santina and Giovanna aproached her from the front. If she stayed out here, she was dead meat. She'd get hit from both sides and they'd finish her off in a hurry. If she climbed back into the ring, she had a handicapped match on her hands. And Giovanna Bartuzzinni was plenty by herself. If she ran away...she couldn't run away. Champions don't run away. In this scenario, discretion was no part of valor. She rolled back into the ring.
Giovanna and Santina followed her in. They had discussed numerous scenarios over and over again in preparation. The way the events had transpired surpassed even their most optimistic expectations. Giovanna would start out against Jeanette. She would make tags to Santina as necessary, but the idea was to keep Giovanna fresh, so she could inflict the bulk of the damage on Jeanette.
Jeanette looked at the situation and quickly determined that she'd have to win this match, if she was to win it, quickly. If she could get her hands on Santina, she would have her best chance. And she had to stay in the ring. If she ended up on the floor, she'd get murdered.
Alexandra dragged the unconscious teammates of Jeanette to the steel railings. To each woman's wrists, she applied handcuffs. In a few minutes, both Samantha and Michelle had their arms outstretched, with a pair of handcuffs on each hand. If either woman awoke, she'd find herself completely unable to escape. Though the odds of either woman waking up were slim. From the electric charge she'd absorbed, Samantha would be out for a minimum of 45 minutes. And Giovanna had hit Michelle with that gun so hard that she could be out for hours.
Inside the ring, Jeanette squared off with Giovanna. Once again they tied up, but this time, Giovanna seized the initiative. The taller brunette quickly worked one arm free and scooped Jeanette up into a fireman's carry, dropping her onto her back. Giovanna then dropped an elbow into Jeanette's stomach. Giovanna went for a pin, but Jeanette kicked out before the referee could count to one. Giovanna dragged Jeanette up and whipped her into the ropes. Jeanette bounced back, and Giovanna attempted to hip toss her. Jeanette blocked the hiptoss attempt and tried one of her own, which Gia managed to block. A momentary test of strength ensued. Giovanna took advantage of the situation by delivering a brutal short clothesline that put Jeanette on her back. Pressing her attack, Giovanna launched a mighty kick that connected with Jeanette's chin. Giovanna saw that Jeanette was momentarily stunned and dragged her closer to her corner.
The Mafia Princess tagged in Santina, who climbed to the top turnbuckle, while Giovanna held Jeanette in place. Santina jumped off the top rope and impacted Jeanette's outstretched body to tremendous effect with a body splash. Santina went for the pin.
Jeanette was hurting...really bad. She'd taken some lumps early in the match, and really needed to start off hot after Samantha had been taken out. Instead, the Mafia Princess had taken the fight to her. Jeanette kicked out with all her might, breaking the pin attempt at 2 and a half. Jeanette knew that every bit of energy she had left was precious. She could ill-afford to waste any by putting herself in positions where she had to kick out of pins.
Santina pulled Jeanette to her feet by her pony tail and launched a chop into Jeanette's chest. Jeanette winced as Santina continued her onslaught, driving her backwards into the corner. Santina then transitioned to launching kick after kick into Jeanette's battered stomach.
Though she was hurting, though she had to battle ferociously for each breath, only to be rewarded with an almost unbearable burning in her chest with each breath she managed to swallow, Jeanette fought back. She cocked her right hand and smashed into Santina's head. Another head shot blunted Santina's assault, allowing Jeanette to escape the corner and return fire, driving a kick into Santina's midsection. Santina bowed her head and Jeanette was on her in an instant, hauling her up and driving her to the mat with a powerbomb. Santina momentarily sat up and rolled her eyes before falling back to the mat motionless and spread eagle. Jeanette went for the pin.
ONE
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Alexandra Capone rushed over to the corner, grabbed Jeanette's left leg, and forcefully pulled. Jeanette was yanked off the prone Santina and out of the ring. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she was drilled in the face by Alexandra. Jeanette returned fire, connecting with a stiff left that backed Alexandra up a bit. Jeanette then completed the trifecta, picking Alexandra up and dropping her...crotch first...on the guard rail. As Alexandra hung there in pain, Jeanette unleashed a clothesline that sent Alexandra onto the concrete floor. The Sicilian's head hit the floor and bounced, her eyes glazing over. Jeanette silently rejoiced, having nibbled the odds down some, but she didn't have time to celebrate, as Santina caught her from behind and hit a beautifully executed neckbreaker. Jeanette was on her back, stunned. Santina picked up the beleaguered blonde and threw her back into the ring.
Once she climbed back into the ring, Santina picked Jeanette up off the canvas and whipped her into the corner. The crowd had grown silent as they watched the contingent of heroes systematically demolished by the Sicilians. Now, Santina mocked them as she sprinted toward Jeanette to deliver one of her signature moves...the Facebreaker, a top-rope bronco buster. Santina got amazing elevation on her jump and came crashing down onto...the turnbuckle. Jeanette had spun away at the last second and Santina had taken the brunt of the impact on her crotch. Santina momentarily sat on the top turnbuckle staring out at the crowd with a pained expression on her face. She fell backward as the pain stunned her. Santina blinked. Everything was upside down. She had fallen into the Tree of Woe.
Jeanette took a few seconds to catch her breath. Drawing in a few long, deep breaths, Jeanette went to work on Santina, stomping her, inflicting as much damage as she could, while expending the least energy she could.
Giovanna cursed to herself. The blonde bitch had taken out Alexandra, and now had Santina in trouble. Giovanna climbed into the ring and attacked Jeanette from behind landing several punches about Jeanette's head and neck, but also accidentally driving Jeanette back into Santina, which didn't help the younger Sicilian with her predicament.
Jeanette was getting pounded again. The Princess was fresh, and Jeanette was tired. At full strength, Jeanette was certainly a match for Giovanna. In her present condition, however, Giovanna would destroy her. Jeanette knew she had to do something. She needed the initiative back, and she needed to get the raven-haired Princess off her for a few minutes.
Giovanna whipped Jeanette across the ring, but was shocked when Jeanette applied the brakes, reversed the whip, and sent her into the corner instead. She tried to flip over the turnbuckle and land on the apron, a la Ric Flair, but she was off balance going in. She ended up rolling up the turnbuckle slamming her crotch hard into the corner more like Shawn Michaels and falling back into a tree of woe like her sister.
Jeanette took another deep breath. This was the chance she needed. She needed to pick one of the women and try to end this match quickly. She picked Santina. Jeanette needed to find some time to recover and inflict some punishment on her enemies. And right now, Giovanna was simply too much for Jeanette to handle.
Jeanette continued to stomp away at Santina, before freeing her to step up the punishment. Dragging Santina to her feet, Jeanette sent her into the ropes. As she rebounded, Jeanette scooped her up and delivered a powerslam that shook the ring. Jeanette got to her feet and dropped an elbow across the chest of her opponent, then quickly got to her feet again, and drove her knee into Santina's stomach. The Sicilian involuntarily jackknifed, then was prone again. Jeanette went for the pin. Her competitive fire still burned brightly, even though the amount of gas in her tank was getting low.
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Jeanette waited. The referee tapped her on the shoulder and pointed to the ropes. Santina's foot lay across the bottom one. Outside the ring, giving Jeanette the middle finger, was Alexandra. Her hair was a mess, her face was sweaty, her clothes were torn, but she was there. Jeanette got up and dragged Santina away from the ropes. She tried once again for the pin.
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Santina got her shoulder up, just beating the three count. Dragging Santina to her feet, Jeanette executed a gutwrench suplex. She was picking up Santina yet again when the crowd roared in outrage. Jeanette looked behind her. Alexandra had freed Giovanna. Giovanna attacked Jeanette, but Jeanette fought back brilliantly. She blocked a hard left hand from Gia, and snapped the Princess's head back with one of her own. Jeanette pivoted and fired an elbow into Giovanna's stomach, payback for the elbow she absorbed earlier. Jeanette then clotheslined Giovanna out of the ring. The Princess almost landed on her feet, but lost her balance and fell onto her ass, yelling in pain and cursing at the World Champion as Jeanette turned her attention back to Santina.
Jeanette grabbed Santina by the hair and lifted her up again. The blonde warrior felt a tremendous sense of desperation. She was sweating profusely from her exertions, and the pain and fatigue continued to hamper her. Like an investment account accruing compound interest, her situation became more dire with each passing second. A chop by the blonde wildcat found Santina's throat. Jeanette threw her opponent into the ropes and caught her coming back, scooping her up, flipping her over and crashing her down onto her out-stretched knee in a devastating tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Jeanette rolled Santina off her knee and once again went for the cover.
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The count was broken as Giovanna swooped in like a hawk, driving a double ax-handle shot to Jeanette's spine. Alexandra suddenly jumped onto the ring apron, screaming at the referee. The ref confronted Alexandra, allowing Giovanna to drag Santina to her corner. When the referee finally got Alexandra off the apron, he turned around to see Santina weakly lift her hand and tag in her big sister.
Jeanette had gotten to her feet and confronted Giovanna once again. Giovanna feinted, then closed the distance between them, taking Jeanette down with a leg sweep. Jeanette bounded back up to her feet and executed a snap mare, taking the Princess off her feet. Jeanette applied a headlock, but Giovanna easily powered to her feet. Jeanette hit Gia with a knee lift to her face and executed another lightning fast double-underhook suplex, slamming Giovanna to the mat.
The Mafia Princess was finally showing some signs of fatigue, but Jeanette was far worse. The maneuvers she needed to hold Giovanna at bay were sapping her strength. Each blow took almost as much out of her as it did out of the Princess. She pressed on. The pace of the match was quick, and Jeanette had to worry about multiple axes of attack, while her tormentors could focus solely on her.
Jeanette dragged Giovanna to her feet and body slammed her. As the Sicilian arched her back and gritted her teeth in pain, showing off her incredible, sweat-slicked body, Jeanette jumped into the air and dropped a knee into Giovanna's stomach. Jeanette went for a cover.
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Strong kickout by the Princess. Jeanette dragged Giovanna back to her feet and put the Sicilian's head between her legs, setting up for a pedigree. Jeanette jumped, driving Giovanna's head into the mat. The crowd roared as Jeanette turned her over and covered her.
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Giovanna kicked out. Not forcefully, though. She'd just beaten the two count.
Jeanette again got to her feet. She dragged Giovanna up with her. The constant lifting of her opponents was further depleting her energy. Jeanette lifted Giovanna up into position for a piledriver. She slammed Giovanna's head into the mat, Giovanna’s head bounced off of the mat before landing in a heap on her stomach. Jeanette rolled her over for another cover.
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Giovanna kicked out. Jeanette's head dropped momentarily, her shoulders sagged just a bit. The competitive fire flickered. Jeanette withdrew, catching her breath. Giovanna rolled onto her side and got to her feet. Jeanette straightened up and ran at Giovanna, jumping into the air and locking her legs around the Princess's head. She tried to take her down with a hurricanrana, but had expended too much energy in her jump to be able to pull Giovanna down. Jeanette fell back, her battered abdominal muscles unable to hold her up any longer. Jeanette was desperately struggling to free herself and gain some distance, but Giovanna held her. The Sicilian wrapped her arms around Jeanette's midsection and began to squeeze.
Jeanette groaned as the Mafia Princess crushed her with the inverted bear hug. Giovanna heard the groan and smiled. It was the first real admission that Jeanette had made that she was being hurt. Giovanna beared down on Jeanette with all her strength, squeezing as hard as she could. Throughout the match, Giovanna and Santina had hammered Jeanette. By eliminating Samantha and Michelle, they had deprived her of relief. Now, Giovanna meant to deprive her of even the slightest bit of strength.
Her midsection was being brutally compressed. Her vision became clouded from the pain and lack of oxygen. The agony, the fatigue, and the realization that no help was available nibbled at the core of her competitive soul. Spirit was something Jeanette had in abundance. But all the factors aligned against her threatened to extinguish the fire, to hollow her out. She could not escape from Giovanna. Her vision was getting blurrier and blurrier. She hadn't the strength to resist. She could only cling to consciousness. She refused to give in to the pain and the fatigue. If they were to claim her, they would have to consume her completely. She would yield nothing.
Giovanna held Jeanette there for over a minute, enjoying the occasional groan and whimper that escaped Jeanette's lips. But Giovanna had paid her own price. Jeanette had taken the fight to her in the minutes before her ill-fated hurricanrana attempt. The big Sicilian was tired herself. She risked wearing herself down if she maintained her hold on Jeanette. The blonde's struggles had ceased. Giovanna decided to relinquish the hold. It could take several more minutes to finish Jeanette off with this hold, and the Princess wasn't sure she wanted to take that gamble. She released the hold and Jeanette Lansdale tumbled limply to the canvas, drenched with sweat, an angry red patch on her stomach.
Giovanna sagged back a bit, but quickly righted herself and strode to her corner. Stealing a glance outside the ring, she saw Samantha Page and Michelle Holmes still unconscious and cuffed to the barrier like trophies on display. The tall warrior tagged in her sister and stepped outside the ropes, regenerating for her next salvo against the IFWF World Champion.
Santina eagerly hit the mat. Lansdale seemed close to the end. She had shown that she could endure a ton of punishment. Santina aimed to ascertain the limits of Jeanette's endurance. She leaned over and grabbed a Jeanette's ponytail.
Jeanette felt a sharp pain as she was dragged to her feet by her hair. She had had a few seconds of respite, and her vision had cleared. She saw Santina. Better than her sister, she thought.
Santina hauled Jeanette up and placed her in position for a powerbomb. She pulled back, her legs and shoulders flexing as Jeanette rose off the canvas. Then, she slammed her to the mat. Santina quickly went for the cover. She didn't bother to hook the leg. Lansdale had to have been knocked out.
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Jeanette feebly kicked out, and it was just enough. Santina slammed the mat in frustration, hooking Jeanette's left leg and trying again for the pin.
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Jeanette managed to raise her shoulder. Cursing in frustration, Santina did a handstand and let her entire body weight fall on Jeanette, punishing her stomach. Santina again went for a cover.
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Once again, Jeanette barely managed to raise her shoulder. The blonde wildcat was beaten to the brink of collapse. She could barely breathe. Her arms felt as if they weighed a ton. She knew that her window of opportunity for making any semblance of a comeback was shrinking rapidly. She was down to her last chance.
Santina knew Jeanette was close to the end. What could she do to finish her? How could she finally break the woman. Giovanna stood upright in their corner with her typical arrogance, ready to finish off the IFWF World Champion. For her part, Santina felt fine. A little sore, a little fatigued. Surely, Jeanette was on the brink of collapse. Santina once again did a handstand.
Jeanette felt Santina's body lift from hers. She saw the beautiful woman doing another handstand. In a few seconds, Jeanette would feel her weight as Santina crashed down on her. It might finish her. They both knew it. Jeanette summoned all her remaining strength and lifted her knees up, her abdominal muscles screaming in protest.
Santina let herself fall. She crashed into Jeanette's knees and yelped in pain. She rolled off the prone blonde and rolled back and forth, clutching her stomach. She watched as Jeanette rolled slowly onto her side and tried to rise. Santina got to her knees.
Giovanna watched Jeanette get up. She couldn't believe it. No, wait...yes she could. This was the whole purpose of this match. To run her into the ground. To push her until she broke. The very fact that they had planned this attack so thoroughly was indicative that they knew she would be this tough. So, they tenderized her. Giovanna smirked. Fine. Let's see how much the bitch could take.
Jeanette knew that this was it. She was going to empty her tank right here and right now. She fired a kick into Santina's stomach.
Santina gagged and fell back to her knees. She found herself being dragged to her feet. Jeanette whipped Santina into the ropes and clotheslined her with enough force that it spun Santina 270 degrees. Santina held her chest, and tried to get to her feet. Pressing her attack, Jeanette stood and grabbed Santina by the neck. Turning her back to Santina's, she dropped to the ground, once again executing a neckbreaker. Jeanette rolled Santina over.
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Once again, Giovanna made the save, dropping an elbow into Jeanette's back. As the referee chased Giovanna out of the ring, Jeanette stood, and dropped an elbow into Santina's stomach. She once again picked the Sicilian up. To Jeanette, Santina felt as if she weighed a ton. She whipped Santina into the corner and ran after her, slamming Santina with a splash. Jeanette hit Santina with right hand. Her arms felt SO heavy.
Santina felt Jeanette's punch. It hurt. But it didn't hurt as bad as the last. Jeanette hit her again, this time in the stomach. Then again in the face. Her adrenaline-fueled attack was near its end. She could barely lift her arms, but she did. She tried to whip Santina into the opposite corner.
Santina realized that there was a difference in each of Lansdale's punches. The blonde was actually tiring with each punch! As she was whipped out of the corner, Santina put on the brakes. She tried to reverse, but Jeanette fought it. Finally, Santina was thrown into the corner. But she didn't slam into the corner, she stumbled into it. There was no mustard on Jeanette's whip.
As Jeanette stalked Santina, the Sicilian moved laterally, then darted forward. Jeanette caught her by the arm, but Santina pulled away, her sweat slicked hands and fatigue conspiring against her. The younger Sicilian slipped away and tagged in Giovanna.
Jeanette saw Giovanna enter the ring as the dazed Santina exited. Outside the ring, Alexandra let out a whoop of exuberance as the powerful Mafia Princess stepped into the ring. Slowly, almost casually, the raven-haired goddess approached Jeanette. That arrogant smirk. Head held high. Seductively rolling hips.
Giovanna glistened with sweat. She looked like she'd just had a brisk workout on the stationary bike. Jeanette, on the other hand, was drenched with sweat. Her white bikini was so wet, it was almost translucent. Both women stood upright. Though exhausted, Jeanette did not slouch, or wobble, or avert her eyes. She stared right back at her enemy.
Jeanette fired out a punch that connected solidly with Giovanna's jaw. She followed up with a kick to her stomach and another punch to the face.
Giovanna backed up from Jeanette's onslaught, but was not hurt. Jeanette's punches were delivering a mere fraction of the force they had when the match started. And each punch took a tremendous toll on Jeanette. Though she scored hits on Giovanna, it seemed that she, not her opponent, suffered as she landed these punches. Jeanette saw the lack of effect of her punches. Her arms were almost numb. She needed to do some damage. Giovanna swung a right hand at Jeanette and connected with her cheek. The Princess followed up with a shot to Jeanette's stomach, doubling her over, and sent the Champion to the mat with a powerful knee lift. Giovanna picked Jeanette up and once again launched a left hand.
Jeanette saw the left and managed to block it. It felt as if the Mafia Princess's punch had the force of a locomotive. Though she blocked it, she took a step backwards and nearly stumbled. Jeanette desperately fired back with a right that hit Giovanna in the throat.
Giovanna backed up, gagging. Jeanette contemplated her next move. Her head was swimming with pain and fatigue. The tank was dry. She couldn't jump to deliver a drop kick, she couldn't lift Giovanna, all she could do was keep punching and kicking. Jeanette hit Giovanna with another punch.
Giovanna ignored Jeanette's punch. It had almost no power behind it. The Mafia Princess pulled her left hand back and slammed it into Jeanette's chin. The blonde's head snapped back, her eyes vacant.
The force of the punch rocked Jeanette. She could see and hear, but she seemed to not be in command of her own body. She could offer no more. One time only before had Jeanette been in this state. It was in Cleveland, Ohio, with Felicia Crowley perched on top of her as she ended Jeanette's first title reign.
In an awesome display of power, Giovanna grabbed Jeanette around her waist and pulled her up, spinning her in the air, up into position for a suplex. The Mafia Princess then pivoted and completed The Sicilian Suplex as she drove Jeanette into the canvas with a reverse jackhammer, driving the air from her body and smashing the last vestige of fight from her spirit. The last spark of the fire winked out. Jeanette wouldn’t have resisted if she could.
Giovanna stood and looked at Jeanette Lansdale, who lay spread eagled on the canvas, mouth open, gasping shallowly for air, sweat soaked chest heaving. She had broken the woman completely. Giovanna grabbed Jeanette's ankles and moved them toward her head, folding her neatly in half. Placing her right leg across Jeanette's hamstrings to hold her down, Giovanna raised both hands in the air and stared triumphantly at Jeanette. As the referee slid into position, Giovanna saw in Jeanette's eyes not only the inability to fight, but the unwillingness, as well.
"I want a five a count," Giovanna told the referee. He counted.
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The bell rang. The crowd booed. Santina and Alexandra joined Giovanna in the ring as she remained perched atop the fallen blonde. After several seconds, Giovanna got up. Jeanette hadn't resisted. Jeanette's legs fell again to the mat as the Princess grabbed the microphone.
"You see? I told a you I'd peen a her...this so-called piece of sheet Champion. I'll do it again next a week. And any other time she's fooleesh enough to test a me."
Jeanette heard her words and silently vowed revenge. Revenge, however, would have to wait.
"Santina. You can beat a her, can't a you?"
Santina nodded smugly.
"Show them, Santina."
Giovanna handed Santina the microphone and picked Jeanette up off the canvas. She hoisted the defeated woman up, placing her back to back with herself. Jeanette's arms hung out to the sides. With utter disdain, she drove Jeanette once more into the mat with The Unpaid Debt, a crucifix powerbomb. Jeanette hit the mat and flopped up, and over onto her stomach. Santina rolled Jeanette over and lowered herself slowly onto her face, raising her arms in the air as Alexandra counted.
"I want a five a count, too, Alexandra," said Santina. Alexandra counted.
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The crowd continued to boo as Giovanna took back the microphone.
"Alexandra. You had a thees pathetic piece of trash beaten a last week, deedn't you? You would a be Champion now, yourself, eef a she hadn't cheated you out of a ween. You can beat her, can't you?"
Alexandra nodded.
"Show them."
Giovanna gave the microphone to Alexandra and picked Jeanette's unconscious body up off the mat. She slung her over her shoulder, and, in an impressive display of strength, climbed to the top rope. She inverted Jeanette and executed her brutal finisher...The Concrete Overcoat, a top rope tombstone. Jeanette fell forward onto her back and didn't move. Giovanna got up slowly and motioned grandly toward Alexandra. The body guard hiked up her skirt, revealing a pair of bright red thong panties and lowered herself onto Jeanette's face. Giovanna grabs the mic
"Geeve her a five a count, too."
Santina slid to the mat and counted to five slowly.
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Slowly, Alexandra got up, as Santina rolled out of the ring. Santina grabbed the IFWF World Championship Belt from the attendant and climbed back into the ring. Santina raised the microphone to her lips and spoke.
"Ladies and a Gentlemeen, da true World a Champion, da Domeenating Goddess, Giovanna "The Mafia Princess" Bartuzzinni!!!!"
Santina put the belt around Giovanna's waist as the Princess stood over Jeanette's body. The crowd booed as the three women began leaving the ring. Giovanna left first, followed by her sister. As Santina was climbing out of the ring, Alexandra looked back at Jeanette, lying motionless in the ring and spat on her, before making her exit.
The three grandly left the ring area as Jeanette, Samantha, and Michelle remained behind, unconscious.
WINNERS: GIOVANNA "THE MAFIA PRINCESS" AND SANTINA BARTUZZINNI BY PINFALL
Tag Team Match:
Giovanna “The Mafia Princess” and Santina Bartuzzinni
-vs-
Jeanette Lansdale (IFWF World Champion) and Samantha Page
Dressing Room of IFWF World Champion Jeanette Lansdale
Jeanette Lansdale had just finished a light warm up on the exercise bike in her dressing room. She now stood in the middle of the room strapping the IFWF World Championship Belt to her waist. A light sheen of sweat glistened on her skin, her lean, athletic body rippled with tension, long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. The white bikini she wore fit her perfectly, hugging her perfectly toned ass and accentuating the V-shape of her back. Finally, she would get her hands on Giovanna Bartuzzinni. Her partner, Samantha Page, stood ready beside the door, looking phenomenal in a blue one piece suit with slashes cut in the chest area to expose some cleavage. Her long blonde hair was also pulled back into a ponytail. The third member of the group, Michelle Holmes, paced nervously back and forth. She wore black jeans and a red T-Shirt that showed her toned arms to their greatest advantage.
Words were not necessary. This was a big night. They had been butting heads with the Sicilians ever since Jeanette had reclaimed the IFWF World Championship from Felicia Crowley. And they had come out on the short end of the stick in most of the encounters. They had been outmaneuvered and outthought by their adversaries. Tonight, though, they’d have all three of them out in the open. Right where they could see them.
Giovanna Bartuzzini and Santina wore identical black vinyl thong bikinis with knee-high black vinyl boots. The younger Santina was undeniably beautiful, with her lean, athletic frame looking great in the small bikini. Her older sister, though, looked even better. Giovanna was taller and more voluptuous than her younger sister. And her ambition and ruthlessness made her the most dangerous woman in the league. Sitting at the table in the dressing room, polishing a Thompson sub-machine gun, was Alexandra Capone, Giovanna’s “body guard.” She wore a short black skirt and a white blouse with a white cravat.
Giovanna: “Alexandra, you know-a what to do.”
Alexandra nodded.
Santina: “We’ve been-a through this a thousand times, Gia.”
Giovanna: “That’s a right. And eef either of you fuck a thees up, I may have a special Concrete Overcoat a waiting for you. Tonight, we take a control. We get een Lansdale’s head. There can be no mistakes.”
Outside in the event area, fans buzzed in anticipation of this event. The lights dimmed and red, white, and green spotlights began washing over the spectators as traditional Italian music announced the arrival of Giovanna, Santina, and Alexandra. The trio marched to the ring with an air of unspeakable arrogance. Giovanna led the way. The six foot tall, raven-haired woman had a tremendous presence. She radiated a palpable, almost magnetic force…a tremendous gravity that made everyone around her feel uneasy. Her mere presence snapped the concentration of opponents. As the trio climbed into the ring, Gia seemed to crowd out everyone else, even though she stood silent, casually looking back up the ramp for the arrival of her opponents.
Finally, the lights dimmed as a throbbing techno beat filled the arena. The arena shook with explosions from pyrotechnics as Jeanette Lansdale, Samantha Page and Michelle Holmes stepped out from behind the curtain to thunderous cheers from the crowd. After a moment’s pause, the three women sprinted down the ramp and hit the ring.
Michelle, with her long stride, hit the ring first, and speared Alexandra with such force that the two slid out of the ring and tumbled onto the floor. The big woman from Connecticut rose to her feet and slung the smaller Sicilian into the guardrail. Alex crumbled under the assault and slid limply to the floor.
Jeanette and Sam hit the ring a half-second behind Michelle. The pair of valkyries moved with blinding speed. Gia could barely take a step toward the two before they had clotheslined Santina out of the ring. Before the younger sister of the Mafia Princess hit the floor, Samantha leaped over the rope and delivered a devastating body splash, making contact with Santina’s exposed stomach a mere second after her back hit the ground.
Jeanette then turned and grabbed the arm of the charging Giovanna. The big brunette was whipped into the ropes. As she came running back toward Jeanette, the blonde caught her in a bear hug and lifted her up into the air before slamming her down onto her outstretched knee in a reverse atomic drop. Gia hobbled around holding her crotch. Jeanette then lifted Gia up onto her shoulder and slammed Gia down onto a regular atomic drop. Gia screamed in pain and rage as she was catapulted forward, landing stomach-first on the top turnbuckle.
Alexandra leapt up onto the ring apron to try to take some of Lansdale’s withering heat off the Mafia Princess. Jeanette saw Capone on the apron and charged her, hammering a right cross across her face that Alexandra flew off the apron and into the crowd.
Outside the ring, Samantha lifted Santina up and dropped her across the guard rail, crotch-first. Santina’s mouth fell completely open from the pain as Samantha withdrew to her corner. Inside the ring, Jeanette pulled Gia back onto her feet and spun her around. As Giovanna was turned, Jeanette’s fist struck her with terrible force, snapping her head around in a wild storm of black hair and saliva. Continuing her onslaught, the vengeful World Champion forced the Princess backward, all the way across the ring with chop after terrible chop. Each chop connected high on Giovanna’s chest, leaving an angry red welt. Finally, after the twelfth chop forced Gia into the corner, Jeanette relented. The overwhelmed Sicilian tumbled forward, falling flat on her face as the crowd thundered its approval.
Not wasting another second, Jeanette grabbed two fistfuls of black hair and lifted the Princess to her feet. The shorter blonde scooped Giovanna up and slammed her to the mat. Giovanna jackknifed, screaming in pain and clutching her back. Once again, Jeanette yanked the Sicilian to her feet and whipped her across the ring with all her considerable strength. Giovanna hit the corner with tremendous impact and stumbled out of the corner, once again holding her abused back. The raven-haired warrior’s eyes grew wide as she saw Jeanette flying through the air toward her. The two bodies collided and Jeanette slammed Giovanna backward into the corner with a crushing body splash. Jeanette withdrew, breathing heavily. She’d expended a tremendous amount of energy in her domination of the Mafia Princess and wanted to spell herself before she made a mistake that ceded the initiative to her enemies. As the blonde swiftly moved to her tag in Samantha, Giovanna stumbled haltingly out of the corner and theatrically collapsed onto her stomach.
Santina had pulled herself off the railing and had assumed her station in the corner, waiting for the tag. Alexandra had recovered somewhat and stood behind Santina, as the match evolved from a one-sided donnybrook at the beginning to a more standard tag match.
Samantha hit the ring and leapt high into the air, dropping a punishing elbow into Giovanna’s back. As the big brunette convulsed, Samantha sprang to her feet and pulled her up. A stiff right to the jaw knocked Gia back. Reacting on instinct, realizing that she needed to make a serious move, Giovanna lashed out with a left that caught Page along the left cheek. Giovanna followed that up with a kick to Samantha’s flat stomach, driving her backwards. Giovanna lunged forward, tackling the tall blonde. The move didn’t hurt Page, but it gave Giovanna the chance she needed to tag in Santina. The Mafia Princes capitalized, scampering to the sanctuary of the corner and making the tag.
Santina entered the ring as Sam was getting to her feet. The two met near the center of the ring and locked up. Sam easily pushed the Sicilian backward and executed a lightning fast armdrag once Santina began to lose her balance. Sam poured on the pressure, eliciting a long stream of screams and curses from the younger Bartuzzinni. Samantha got up, maintaining the armbar, coercing Santina painfully to her feet. Page then shot her foot forward, lodging into the stomach of her prey and fell backward, in what appeared to be a monkey toss…but Samantha did not release her arm. As Santina was pulled over, Sam went with the momentum generated by the toss and rolled, ending up in a school girl pin atop Santina. Sam then proceeded to slam right hand after right hand into Santina’s face. After ten, the referee forced a break. Unrelenting, and hell-bent on revenge, Samantha grabbed two fistfuls of Santina’s dark locks and lifted the Sicilian, the smallest of the four combatants in this match, to her feet. Santina, dazed by the repeated blows to the head, realized that Sam was lifting her once again. With great effort, the IFWF icon, one of the fiercest and toughest competitors in IFWF history, pressed Santina over her head, and deposited her crotch first on the ropes, her left leg inside the ring and her right leg outside it. Once again, Santina felt pain shoot through her, emanating from her groin. As Santina hung on the ropes, mouth open in a silent scream, Samantha decided to have more fun. The blonde pulled the brunette rudely into the ring, and executed a snap suplex. As the 5’11” veteran slammed Santina to the canvas, Santina screamed in pain, shaking her head to clear her head and see through the stinging pain at the back of he spine. Santina then grabbed her back and rolled onto her side. The crowd, predictably, went nuts, and Samantha took a second to acknowledge their cheers, which gave Santina her first bit of breathing room. As Samantha brutally jerked her prey to her feet, Santina pistoned her knee into Samantha’s unsuspecting tummy.
A loud “Oooughh” from Page let Santina know the knee had hit home. The crafty Sicilian then raked the icon’s eyes and slammed a forearm into the side of her head. As Samantha leaned forward, Santina locked her in a reverse headlock and slammed her head to the mat with a DDT. Samantha hit the mat and was momentarily stunned, as Santina rolled her over and attempted a pin. Hooking one of Samantha’s lovely legs, Santina pressed her shoulders to the mat.
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Page kicked out strongly at two. Santina got to her feet and grabbed Page’s legs, dragging her to her corner, and tagged in her sister. Giovanna, just about fully recovered from her earlier beating, lifted Sam up by her hair. Sam grimaced in pain as she felt some of the golden strands of hair separate from her scalp. As Sam gritted her teeth, Giovanna pulled back her left hand slammed it forward, connecting solidly with Samantha’s chin. The beautiful blonde’s head was snapped back, eyes momentarily glazed. Giovanna stared straight into Sam’s eyes. Samantha’s eyes stared back, seemingly directly at Gia’s, but they didn’t seem to see the raven-haired goddess. A second later, Samantha’s knees buckled and the IFWF legend collapsed to a sitting position, like a marionette that had just had its strings cut, a surprised look on her face. She had never before been dropped by one punch like that.
With a wicked sneer, the Mafia Princess flung Page across the ring, into her corner. Samantha slumped into her corner, recognizing the need for a tag. Jeanette relieved her partner and stepped into the ring, as the Mafia Princess motioned arrogantly for the IFWF World Champion to come to her. The move shocked many in attendance, who, to this point, operated under the assumption that Princess was looking to stiff-arm Lansdale, to put off confrontation as long as possible.
Jeanette cursed to herself as she saw the powerful brunette standing, coolly beckoning her. It was a brilliant piece of gamesmanship, Jeanette realized. If she continued toward Giovanna, it looked like she was obeying her. If she stopped and refused to advance, it looked like she was afraid of her. Jeanette kept coming. The two locked up near the center of the ring, and strained against each other. Jeanette seemed to budge Giovanna first, but then Giovanna used her leverage to blunt that move. Neither budged for several seconds, then, the muscles of the blonde, trembling though they were, seemed to overcome the Sicilian’s power, ever so slightly. Giovanna quickly slammed her knee into Jeanette’s exposed stomach, and followed up with a clothesline that hit the Champion so hard, her shoulders hit the mat before her ass did. Giovanna descended upon Jeanette, who quickly wedged her foot into the Sicilian’s stomach and pulled her over with a monkey toss, catapulting her across the ring. Gia hit the mat and skidded a few feet, before slamming the mat in frustration and rising to face Jeanette.
The blonde spun and flung herself backward into a series of somersaults, culminating in a flashkick that pitched the big brunette off her feet and shot her into the corner. Giovanna hit the corner and stumbled out, screaming. Jeanette closed, and hiptossed Giovanna, once again, causing the woman to scream in pain and slam the mat in frustration. Clutching her back, Giovanna rose to her feet. Jeanette charged her, and Giovanna saw an opening. Giovanna sidestepped the charging blonde slightly and pivoted away from her, then spun back into rapidly, driving the point of her elbow deep into Jeanette’s taut stomach.
Jeanette felt like she’d been shot. She retreated a step, holding her stomach, unable to breathe. After a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, she sucked in a short a painful breath. Giovanna did not give her any time to recover. She scooped Jeanette up, as if to body slam her, but instead executed a move like a back breaker, except that she brought Jeanette’s stomach, not her back, down across her knee. Once again, Jeanette had the wind knocked out of her. As she felt the strength bleed out of her, Jeanette closed her eyes and tried to focus. Unrelenting, Giovanna flipped Jeanette over on her knee and raised her hands over head, interlocking her fingers. The Mafia Princess slammed her joined fists down into Jeanette’s battered stomach.
“Ooough,” cried Jeanette as she jackknifed. As Jeanette’s head jerked up, Giovanna brought her joined fits back and swung them right into Jeanette’s face. Jeanette tumbled, ass over teakettle off the Princess’s knee. Her mind searched for an answer. She had underestimated Giovanna’s raw power. While she knew that she was stronger than the Princess, she realized that she had given her a chance to hurt her by being too cute. And hurt her, Giovanna had.
Giovanna rolled Jeanette over onto her back and went for the cover, hooking Jeanette’s leg and bearing all the pressure she could muster down on her shoulders.
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Jeanette kicked out forcefully at two. She had a lot of fight left, but she needed a tag. As Giovanna lifted the IFWF World Champion up by her hair, Jeanette lunged forward and wrapped her arms around the Princess’s midsection. She powered Giovanna up and over with a belly to belly suplex. Gia rose, cursing. She let out a primal scream and charged Jeanette, who used Giovanna’s momentum against her. Jeanette caught her under her arms and threw her backward across the ring with a double underhook suplex. The imposing brunette slid all the way across the ring and slammed her crotch into the corner post. The Mafia Princess screamed in pain, but slowly extricated herself from her predicament. As Giovanna tried to rise, Jeanette readied herself, and approached Giovanna.
Giovanna needed a rest, and she knew it. As Jeanette approached, Giovanna dropped to her knee and fired a hard left into the blonde’s stomach. As Jeanette winced in pain from the shot, Giovanna hammered her with another left…way below the belt. Jeanette gasped, the color running out of her face, and fell to her knees. Giovanna used the opportunity to escape. She did a forward roll to quickly get to her corner and tagged in Santina.
The younger sister of Giovanna took advantage of the situation and fell upon Jeanette like a rabid wolf. She fired kick after kick into Jeanette’s battered stomach, depriving the blonde of a chance to catch her breath. Santina grabbed Jeanette and hauled her to her feet. The lithe Sicilian leapt into the air and drilled her with a dropkick, sending the blonde sprawling. Santina pressed the attack, bringing the ailing champion to her feet, only to send her back down to the canvas with a perfectly executed suplex. Whipped into a frenzy, Santina grabbed Jeanette by her ponytail and slung her into the ropes. Santina sprinted to the other side of the ring and the two women sprinted toward each other, both in a fog…Jeanette’s from the punishment she’d absorbed, Santina from an overpowering sense of feeding frenzy. At the last second, Jeanette shot out her arm. The two women simultaneously clotheslined each other to the mat. Both women lay on the mat for several seconds, but it is Santina, surprisingly, who is able to rise first. Once again, Santina lifted her to her feet.
Santina: “Champion? Pathetic. My seester well a keel a you!”
Santina leapt into another devastating dropkick, sending Jeanette back down. As Jeanette tried feebly to rise, Santina lifted her arms in triumph, mocking Jeanette and taunting the crowd.
Punished, brutalized, and utterly exhausted, Jeanette Lansdale was almost at wits end. Her vision was nothing more than a blur of fists and faces, each hitting and mocking her, trying to wear her down. She couldn't even recall where exactly she was. Suddenly, out of nowhere, feet appeared. Her mind couldn't recognize what was coming until those same feet smashed into her face, sending her sprawling backward to the mat.
Dazed and confused, she tried to shake the cobwebs from her head and mount some form of an offense. She couldn't. She looked around, but everything was still a blur. Wait, what was that? Her vision seemed to be clearing. The only thing she could see was a hand, reaching towards her. She stretched, but couldn't seem to reach it. She crawled, reaching harder, trying to reach further. Finally, she took one last leap, and her hand snagged the other. In a second, Samantha Page was in the ring.
During her celebration, Santina didn't see Page get tagged in. When she finally realized what was going on, it was too late. Page was on her in an instant, pounding and kicking the Sicilian into her own corner until the ref had to pull her off. Using the moment of distraction, Santina, suddenly humbled, tagged out to the Mafia Princess, who dove into the ring.
Giovanna: “You back a for more? I’ll break a you down again, Blondie. I’ll have a you crawling around a thees ring, just a like I had your leettle friend doing a few meeneets ago.”
The Princess trash talked Page for a minute, trying to enrage her into making a mistake. Page shrugged it off without hesitation. The Princess raised her arms, daring page to engage her in a test of strength. Page raised an eyebrow at the woman, curious of her motives. But, she wasn't about to refuse a chance to get her hands on her. Page accepted the challenge, and locked her hands with the Princess'.
The two stood toe to toe for a moment, each trying to overpower the other. The muscles in their arms flexed and strained, their lips curled back into teeth bearing snarls. Finally, it was the Mafia Princess who got the upper hand. Her arms started to push Page's back. Page's eyes went from the eyes of the Princess to their interlocked hands. She couldn't pull away, couldn't free herself. Her arms ached, yet she couldn't get free. She was being driven backward, humble before the power of the Mafia Princess. For the second time in this match, Giovanna Bartuzzinni was beating Samantha at her own game. Once again, the IFWF icon wilted before the powerful Sicilian.
The Princess bore down on Samantha Page, forcing the woman back, back, and down. Page struggled, strained, but she couldn't force back the Princess's attack. Finally, she was driven down, forced to her knees at the hands of the Princess. Dammit! She was on her knees before the Mafia Princess. The Princess' leering face was all Page could see. And that wicked sneer of triumph. She had to do something to free herself. As if she was reading Samantha’s thoughts, Giovanna pistoned her knee forward, striking Samantha on the chin. Samantha sagged from the force of the blow. Giovanna then tagged in Santina and the two double whipped Page into the ropes and further punished her with a body drop. Showing no indication of surrendering their double team advantage, the two dangerous Sicilians once again lifted Samantha to inflict more punishment.
Jeanette looked on in frustration. She knew that if she interjected herself now, what little control the referee still had over this match would be lost. Recovered enough from her earlier beatings, she now was almost feral about getting her hands on Santina or Gia. But she needed Samantha to get her tagged in.
Samantha felt herself being lifted again. She was desperate to turn the tide. She felt as if she was letting Jeanette down, having been handled easily by the Mafia Princess. Now, it was getting out of hand. She needed to get out dodge, or this match would be over really quick. As she was being lifted, she curled her hands into fists and rammed them both upward as hard as she could.
Both Giovanna and Santina were stopped dead in their tracks, as Samantha executed a very well-timed low blow. Both sisters yelped in pain and released Samantha just enough to allow her to escape. Samantha shot upward and forward with both arms outstretched, taking down both Sicilians with a double clothesline. Giovanna and Santina hit the mat clutching their necks and Sam hit the road, scrambling over the two sisters, as Giovanna tried to grab the blonde's ankle. Samantha easily kicked free and lunged forward making the tag to Jeanette. As soon as Jeanette felt Samantha's hand brush hers, she leaped over the ropes and attacked Santina. She grabbed the smaller Sicilian and smashed her right elbow into Santina's temple. Showing no mercy and a lust for blood, Jeanette twisted the girl into a neckbreaker and dropped to her rear end, imparting a tremendous amount of force to Santina's stretched neck and rendering her stunned. Sensing victory, Jeanette went for the pin.
Giovanna flipped over just in time to see Jeanette Lansdale elbow her sister in the head and deliver a neckbreaker. The lithe blonde rolled Santina onto her back and hooked the leg. Santina wasn't moving. Giovanna got up, grabbed Lansdale's slender ankle, and pulled the IFWF World Champion off her sister before the referee had even gotten to the second count. Jeanette kicked free and was on her feet in a flash. Giovanna closed to grapple, and the two locked up. The referee intervened, trying to break the two up.
"Santina is the legal woman," he said. It didn't matter to these two women. As they struggled, the contrast between the two was striking. Jeanette was tall, relatively fair skinned, though with a slight tan, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, and extremely athletic and fit in a white bikini. Giovanna was taller, with deeper colored, olive skin, raven-haired and brown-eyed, and more voluptuous. Angel vs. Devil, Good vs. Evil.
Jeanette pushed the Princess back and executed a brilliant snap suplex that once again elicited a stream of curses from her. While she screamed and carried on, Giovanna knew that things were starting to move in her favor. Things were going to be set in motion shortly, as long as she could keep this wildcat off Santina for a little longer, so her younger sister could recover. Giovanna sat up and saw Jeanette heading toward Santina. Santina was up on one knee, holding her neck and cursing.
Outside the ring, Michelle was extremely nervous. Jeanette was in the ring, alone, with both her opponents. Samantha was on her feet in the corner, but did not want to intervene, since that would take away the referee's attention from what was happening in the ring and allow Santina and Giovanna to converge on Jeanette like a pair of sharks. And Alexandra was standing by the corner of her associates, behaving, for the most part. Slowly, though, Michelle had noticed that control of the match was slowly being wrested from the official. The Sicilians were getting more unruly by the minute. The tall brunette watched intently for any sign of an attack.
Jeanette had just grabbed Santina by her long hair when she felt Giovanna apply a choke on her from behind. Spun away from Santina, Giovanna's brown eyes burned into her blue ones. As Jeanette wiggled free, Santina came in and wrapped her arms around Jeanette's midsection. She hauled her up and slammed her down to the mat with a belly to back suplex. As Jeanette grimaced from the pain, the two Sicilians picked her up and threw her over the top rope, out of the ring.
The referee was trying to stay clear. He had all four combatants in his field of view. Then, all he saw was a pair of feet flying at him. As Jeanette was thrown out of the ring, her feet hit the ref squarely in the nose. His eyes teared up suddenly and he fell to his knees, shaking his head and trying to clear his eyes.
Alexandra watched intently as the ref clawed at his face and Lansdale fell to the floor. The blonde rolled through the fall as much as she could, but it was a long drop, and she'd come down awkwardly. Her back took the brunt of the fall. The referee had sprawled on his stomach and was in no position to monitor events outside the ring. As she got up slowly, Alexandra sprinted around the ring and drilled Jeanette with a hard boot to the back of the neck.
Michelle saw Alexandra run over to where Jeanette was, and she moved to intercept the other valet. Alexandra had already kicked Jeanette hard in the back of the head when Michelle turned the corner. Michelle grabbed Alexandra by the throat and slammed her into the steel barrier as hard as she could.
Santina slid out of the ring and attacked Michelle before she could press her attack on Alexandra and finish off the body guard. Out of the corner of her eye, Santina saw Samantha Page jump down from the ring apron and come to even the odds. Perfect.
Giovanna slid out of the ring and retreated to her corner, where Alexandra had set her duffel bag. Rummaging through it, she withdrew a small black sack with her right hand. With her left, she grabbed the Tommy gun.
Five women were involved in a brawl outside the ring, and there was no doubt who was winning. Michelle was more than a match for either Santina or Alexandra. Samantha had found her groove, pummeling Santina mercilessly with boot after boot after boot. Jeanette Lansdale helped Samantha subdue the younger Sicilian. Then the Mafia Princess joined the fray and quickly and permanently swung the odds in her favor.
Michelle heard Jeanette yell. As she stopped beating on Alexandra to look at her friend, her vision went black.
Giovanna drove the stock of the Tommy gun into Michelle's neck. The tall brunette crumpled to the ground. Quickly, Giovanna lifted Alexandra to her feet and gave her the sack.
Jeanette and Samantha both went to try to help Michelle. Santina, in desperation, reached out and grabbed Jeanette's left foot. The IFWF World Champion stumbled, as Samantha continued. She wanted that big Sicilian bitch's ass.
Giovanna smirked as Samantha ran toward them. The legend's green eyes were fixed on Giovanna. She never saw Alexandra.
Jeanette looked up and her eyes widened in horror. Alexandra Capone had a Tazer gun and was pointing it at Sam, as she bore in on the Mafia Princess. Alexandra pulled the trigger and two small darts shot out of the gun and hit Samantha high on the stomach. There was a loud crack, a bright spark, and some smoke, and Samantha Page stopped dead in her tracks, convulsed violently, and tumbled to the ground.
Giovanna watched Page hit the floor and smiled. She glanced toward the ring. The ref was still wiping tears out of his eyes. He couldn't see anything. The whole attack had taken less than a minute. Jeanette Lansdale was successfully isolated...
...and she knew it. Jeanette kicked free from Santina and somersaulted backwards. She saw Alexandra loop around the back side of the ring, as Santina and Giovanna aproached her from the front. If she stayed out here, she was dead meat. She'd get hit from both sides and they'd finish her off in a hurry. If she climbed back into the ring, she had a handicapped match on her hands. And Giovanna Bartuzzinni was plenty by herself. If she ran away...she couldn't run away. Champions don't run away. In this scenario, discretion was no part of valor. She rolled back into the ring.
Giovanna and Santina followed her in. They had discussed numerous scenarios over and over again in preparation. The way the events had transpired surpassed even their most optimistic expectations. Giovanna would start out against Jeanette. She would make tags to Santina as necessary, but the idea was to keep Giovanna fresh, so she could inflict the bulk of the damage on Jeanette.
Jeanette looked at the situation and quickly determined that she'd have to win this match, if she was to win it, quickly. If she could get her hands on Santina, she would have her best chance. And she had to stay in the ring. If she ended up on the floor, she'd get murdered.
Alexandra dragged the unconscious teammates of Jeanette to the steel railings. To each woman's wrists, she applied handcuffs. In a few minutes, both Samantha and Michelle had their arms outstretched, with a pair of handcuffs on each hand. If either woman awoke, she'd find herself completely unable to escape. Though the odds of either woman waking up were slim. From the electric charge she'd absorbed, Samantha would be out for a minimum of 45 minutes. And Giovanna had hit Michelle with that gun so hard that she could be out for hours.
Inside the ring, Jeanette squared off with Giovanna. Once again they tied up, but this time, Giovanna seized the initiative. The taller brunette quickly worked one arm free and scooped Jeanette up into a fireman's carry, dropping her onto her back. Giovanna then dropped an elbow into Jeanette's stomach. Giovanna went for a pin, but Jeanette kicked out before the referee could count to one. Giovanna dragged Jeanette up and whipped her into the ropes. Jeanette bounced back, and Giovanna attempted to hip toss her. Jeanette blocked the hiptoss attempt and tried one of her own, which Gia managed to block. A momentary test of strength ensued. Giovanna took advantage of the situation by delivering a brutal short clothesline that put Jeanette on her back. Pressing her attack, Giovanna launched a mighty kick that connected with Jeanette's chin. Giovanna saw that Jeanette was momentarily stunned and dragged her closer to her corner.
The Mafia Princess tagged in Santina, who climbed to the top turnbuckle, while Giovanna held Jeanette in place. Santina jumped off the top rope and impacted Jeanette's outstretched body to tremendous effect with a body splash. Santina went for the pin.
Jeanette was hurting...really bad. She'd taken some lumps early in the match, and really needed to start off hot after Samantha had been taken out. Instead, the Mafia Princess had taken the fight to her. Jeanette kicked out with all her might, breaking the pin attempt at 2 and a half. Jeanette knew that every bit of energy she had left was precious. She could ill-afford to waste any by putting herself in positions where she had to kick out of pins.
Santina pulled Jeanette to her feet by her pony tail and launched a chop into Jeanette's chest. Jeanette winced as Santina continued her onslaught, driving her backwards into the corner. Santina then transitioned to launching kick after kick into Jeanette's battered stomach.
Though she was hurting, though she had to battle ferociously for each breath, only to be rewarded with an almost unbearable burning in her chest with each breath she managed to swallow, Jeanette fought back. She cocked her right hand and smashed into Santina's head. Another head shot blunted Santina's assault, allowing Jeanette to escape the corner and return fire, driving a kick into Santina's midsection. Santina bowed her head and Jeanette was on her in an instant, hauling her up and driving her to the mat with a powerbomb. Santina momentarily sat up and rolled her eyes before falling back to the mat motionless and spread eagle. Jeanette went for the pin.
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Alexandra Capone rushed over to the corner, grabbed Jeanette's left leg, and forcefully pulled. Jeanette was yanked off the prone Santina and out of the ring. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she was drilled in the face by Alexandra. Jeanette returned fire, connecting with a stiff left that backed Alexandra up a bit. Jeanette then completed the trifecta, picking Alexandra up and dropping her...crotch first...on the guard rail. As Alexandra hung there in pain, Jeanette unleashed a clothesline that sent Alexandra onto the concrete floor. The Sicilian's head hit the floor and bounced, her eyes glazing over. Jeanette silently rejoiced, having nibbled the odds down some, but she didn't have time to celebrate, as Santina caught her from behind and hit a beautifully executed neckbreaker. Jeanette was on her back, stunned. Santina picked up the beleaguered blonde and threw her back into the ring.
Once she climbed back into the ring, Santina picked Jeanette up off the canvas and whipped her into the corner. The crowd had grown silent as they watched the contingent of heroes systematically demolished by the Sicilians. Now, Santina mocked them as she sprinted toward Jeanette to deliver one of her signature moves...the Facebreaker, a top-rope bronco buster. Santina got amazing elevation on her jump and came crashing down onto...the turnbuckle. Jeanette had spun away at the last second and Santina had taken the brunt of the impact on her crotch. Santina momentarily sat on the top turnbuckle staring out at the crowd with a pained expression on her face. She fell backward as the pain stunned her. Santina blinked. Everything was upside down. She had fallen into the Tree of Woe.
Jeanette took a few seconds to catch her breath. Drawing in a few long, deep breaths, Jeanette went to work on Santina, stomping her, inflicting as much damage as she could, while expending the least energy she could.
Giovanna cursed to herself. The blonde bitch had taken out Alexandra, and now had Santina in trouble. Giovanna climbed into the ring and attacked Jeanette from behind landing several punches about Jeanette's head and neck, but also accidentally driving Jeanette back into Santina, which didn't help the younger Sicilian with her predicament.
Jeanette was getting pounded again. The Princess was fresh, and Jeanette was tired. At full strength, Jeanette was certainly a match for Giovanna. In her present condition, however, Giovanna would destroy her. Jeanette knew she had to do something. She needed the initiative back, and she needed to get the raven-haired Princess off her for a few minutes.
Giovanna whipped Jeanette across the ring, but was shocked when Jeanette applied the brakes, reversed the whip, and sent her into the corner instead. She tried to flip over the turnbuckle and land on the apron, a la Ric Flair, but she was off balance going in. She ended up rolling up the turnbuckle slamming her crotch hard into the corner more like Shawn Michaels and falling back into a tree of woe like her sister.
Jeanette took another deep breath. This was the chance she needed. She needed to pick one of the women and try to end this match quickly. She picked Santina. Jeanette needed to find some time to recover and inflict some punishment on her enemies. And right now, Giovanna was simply too much for Jeanette to handle.
Jeanette continued to stomp away at Santina, before freeing her to step up the punishment. Dragging Santina to her feet, Jeanette sent her into the ropes. As she rebounded, Jeanette scooped her up and delivered a powerslam that shook the ring. Jeanette got to her feet and dropped an elbow across the chest of her opponent, then quickly got to her feet again, and drove her knee into Santina's stomach. The Sicilian involuntarily jackknifed, then was prone again. Jeanette went for the pin. Her competitive fire still burned brightly, even though the amount of gas in her tank was getting low.
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Jeanette waited. The referee tapped her on the shoulder and pointed to the ropes. Santina's foot lay across the bottom one. Outside the ring, giving Jeanette the middle finger, was Alexandra. Her hair was a mess, her face was sweaty, her clothes were torn, but she was there. Jeanette got up and dragged Santina away from the ropes. She tried once again for the pin.
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Santina got her shoulder up, just beating the three count. Dragging Santina to her feet, Jeanette executed a gutwrench suplex. She was picking up Santina yet again when the crowd roared in outrage. Jeanette looked behind her. Alexandra had freed Giovanna. Giovanna attacked Jeanette, but Jeanette fought back brilliantly. She blocked a hard left hand from Gia, and snapped the Princess's head back with one of her own. Jeanette pivoted and fired an elbow into Giovanna's stomach, payback for the elbow she absorbed earlier. Jeanette then clotheslined Giovanna out of the ring. The Princess almost landed on her feet, but lost her balance and fell onto her ass, yelling in pain and cursing at the World Champion as Jeanette turned her attention back to Santina.
Jeanette grabbed Santina by the hair and lifted her up again. The blonde warrior felt a tremendous sense of desperation. She was sweating profusely from her exertions, and the pain and fatigue continued to hamper her. Like an investment account accruing compound interest, her situation became more dire with each passing second. A chop by the blonde wildcat found Santina's throat. Jeanette threw her opponent into the ropes and caught her coming back, scooping her up, flipping her over and crashing her down onto her out-stretched knee in a devastating tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Jeanette rolled Santina off her knee and once again went for the cover.
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The count was broken as Giovanna swooped in like a hawk, driving a double ax-handle shot to Jeanette's spine. Alexandra suddenly jumped onto the ring apron, screaming at the referee. The ref confronted Alexandra, allowing Giovanna to drag Santina to her corner. When the referee finally got Alexandra off the apron, he turned around to see Santina weakly lift her hand and tag in her big sister.
Jeanette had gotten to her feet and confronted Giovanna once again. Giovanna feinted, then closed the distance between them, taking Jeanette down with a leg sweep. Jeanette bounded back up to her feet and executed a snap mare, taking the Princess off her feet. Jeanette applied a headlock, but Giovanna easily powered to her feet. Jeanette hit Gia with a knee lift to her face and executed another lightning fast double-underhook suplex, slamming Giovanna to the mat.
The Mafia Princess was finally showing some signs of fatigue, but Jeanette was far worse. The maneuvers she needed to hold Giovanna at bay were sapping her strength. Each blow took almost as much out of her as it did out of the Princess. She pressed on. The pace of the match was quick, and Jeanette had to worry about multiple axes of attack, while her tormentors could focus solely on her.
Jeanette dragged Giovanna to her feet and body slammed her. As the Sicilian arched her back and gritted her teeth in pain, showing off her incredible, sweat-slicked body, Jeanette jumped into the air and dropped a knee into Giovanna's stomach. Jeanette went for a cover.
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Strong kickout by the Princess. Jeanette dragged Giovanna back to her feet and put the Sicilian's head between her legs, setting up for a pedigree. Jeanette jumped, driving Giovanna's head into the mat. The crowd roared as Jeanette turned her over and covered her.
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Giovanna kicked out. Not forcefully, though. She'd just beaten the two count.
Jeanette again got to her feet. She dragged Giovanna up with her. The constant lifting of her opponents was further depleting her energy. Jeanette lifted Giovanna up into position for a piledriver. She slammed Giovanna's head into the mat, Giovanna’s head bounced off of the mat before landing in a heap on her stomach. Jeanette rolled her over for another cover.
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Giovanna kicked out. Jeanette's head dropped momentarily, her shoulders sagged just a bit. The competitive fire flickered. Jeanette withdrew, catching her breath. Giovanna rolled onto her side and got to her feet. Jeanette straightened up and ran at Giovanna, jumping into the air and locking her legs around the Princess's head. She tried to take her down with a hurricanrana, but had expended too much energy in her jump to be able to pull Giovanna down. Jeanette fell back, her battered abdominal muscles unable to hold her up any longer. Jeanette was desperately struggling to free herself and gain some distance, but Giovanna held her. The Sicilian wrapped her arms around Jeanette's midsection and began to squeeze.
Jeanette groaned as the Mafia Princess crushed her with the inverted bear hug. Giovanna heard the groan and smiled. It was the first real admission that Jeanette had made that she was being hurt. Giovanna beared down on Jeanette with all her strength, squeezing as hard as she could. Throughout the match, Giovanna and Santina had hammered Jeanette. By eliminating Samantha and Michelle, they had deprived her of relief. Now, Giovanna meant to deprive her of even the slightest bit of strength.
Her midsection was being brutally compressed. Her vision became clouded from the pain and lack of oxygen. The agony, the fatigue, and the realization that no help was available nibbled at the core of her competitive soul. Spirit was something Jeanette had in abundance. But all the factors aligned against her threatened to extinguish the fire, to hollow her out. She could not escape from Giovanna. Her vision was getting blurrier and blurrier. She hadn't the strength to resist. She could only cling to consciousness. She refused to give in to the pain and the fatigue. If they were to claim her, they would have to consume her completely. She would yield nothing.
Giovanna held Jeanette there for over a minute, enjoying the occasional groan and whimper that escaped Jeanette's lips. But Giovanna had paid her own price. Jeanette had taken the fight to her in the minutes before her ill-fated hurricanrana attempt. The big Sicilian was tired herself. She risked wearing herself down if she maintained her hold on Jeanette. The blonde's struggles had ceased. Giovanna decided to relinquish the hold. It could take several more minutes to finish Jeanette off with this hold, and the Princess wasn't sure she wanted to take that gamble. She released the hold and Jeanette Lansdale tumbled limply to the canvas, drenched with sweat, an angry red patch on her stomach.
Giovanna sagged back a bit, but quickly righted herself and strode to her corner. Stealing a glance outside the ring, she saw Samantha Page and Michelle Holmes still unconscious and cuffed to the barrier like trophies on display. The tall warrior tagged in her sister and stepped outside the ropes, regenerating for her next salvo against the IFWF World Champion.
Santina eagerly hit the mat. Lansdale seemed close to the end. She had shown that she could endure a ton of punishment. Santina aimed to ascertain the limits of Jeanette's endurance. She leaned over and grabbed a Jeanette's ponytail.
Jeanette felt a sharp pain as she was dragged to her feet by her hair. She had had a few seconds of respite, and her vision had cleared. She saw Santina. Better than her sister, she thought.
Santina hauled Jeanette up and placed her in position for a powerbomb. She pulled back, her legs and shoulders flexing as Jeanette rose off the canvas. Then, she slammed her to the mat. Santina quickly went for the cover. She didn't bother to hook the leg. Lansdale had to have been knocked out.
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Jeanette feebly kicked out, and it was just enough. Santina slammed the mat in frustration, hooking Jeanette's left leg and trying again for the pin.
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Jeanette managed to raise her shoulder. Cursing in frustration, Santina did a handstand and let her entire body weight fall on Jeanette, punishing her stomach. Santina again went for a cover.
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Once again, Jeanette barely managed to raise her shoulder. The blonde wildcat was beaten to the brink of collapse. She could barely breathe. Her arms felt as if they weighed a ton. She knew that her window of opportunity for making any semblance of a comeback was shrinking rapidly. She was down to her last chance.
Santina knew Jeanette was close to the end. What could she do to finish her? How could she finally break the woman. Giovanna stood upright in their corner with her typical arrogance, ready to finish off the IFWF World Champion. For her part, Santina felt fine. A little sore, a little fatigued. Surely, Jeanette was on the brink of collapse. Santina once again did a handstand.
Jeanette felt Santina's body lift from hers. She saw the beautiful woman doing another handstand. In a few seconds, Jeanette would feel her weight as Santina crashed down on her. It might finish her. They both knew it. Jeanette summoned all her remaining strength and lifted her knees up, her abdominal muscles screaming in protest.
Santina let herself fall. She crashed into Jeanette's knees and yelped in pain. She rolled off the prone blonde and rolled back and forth, clutching her stomach. She watched as Jeanette rolled slowly onto her side and tried to rise. Santina got to her knees.
Giovanna watched Jeanette get up. She couldn't believe it. No, wait...yes she could. This was the whole purpose of this match. To run her into the ground. To push her until she broke. The very fact that they had planned this attack so thoroughly was indicative that they knew she would be this tough. So, they tenderized her. Giovanna smirked. Fine. Let's see how much the bitch could take.
Jeanette knew that this was it. She was going to empty her tank right here and right now. She fired a kick into Santina's stomach.
Santina gagged and fell back to her knees. She found herself being dragged to her feet. Jeanette whipped Santina into the ropes and clotheslined her with enough force that it spun Santina 270 degrees. Santina held her chest, and tried to get to her feet. Pressing her attack, Jeanette stood and grabbed Santina by the neck. Turning her back to Santina's, she dropped to the ground, once again executing a neckbreaker. Jeanette rolled Santina over.
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Once again, Giovanna made the save, dropping an elbow into Jeanette's back. As the referee chased Giovanna out of the ring, Jeanette stood, and dropped an elbow into Santina's stomach. She once again picked the Sicilian up. To Jeanette, Santina felt as if she weighed a ton. She whipped Santina into the corner and ran after her, slamming Santina with a splash. Jeanette hit Santina with right hand. Her arms felt SO heavy.
Santina felt Jeanette's punch. It hurt. But it didn't hurt as bad as the last. Jeanette hit her again, this time in the stomach. Then again in the face. Her adrenaline-fueled attack was near its end. She could barely lift her arms, but she did. She tried to whip Santina into the opposite corner.
Santina realized that there was a difference in each of Lansdale's punches. The blonde was actually tiring with each punch! As she was whipped out of the corner, Santina put on the brakes. She tried to reverse, but Jeanette fought it. Finally, Santina was thrown into the corner. But she didn't slam into the corner, she stumbled into it. There was no mustard on Jeanette's whip.
As Jeanette stalked Santina, the Sicilian moved laterally, then darted forward. Jeanette caught her by the arm, but Santina pulled away, her sweat slicked hands and fatigue conspiring against her. The younger Sicilian slipped away and tagged in Giovanna.
Jeanette saw Giovanna enter the ring as the dazed Santina exited. Outside the ring, Alexandra let out a whoop of exuberance as the powerful Mafia Princess stepped into the ring. Slowly, almost casually, the raven-haired goddess approached Jeanette. That arrogant smirk. Head held high. Seductively rolling hips.
Giovanna glistened with sweat. She looked like she'd just had a brisk workout on the stationary bike. Jeanette, on the other hand, was drenched with sweat. Her white bikini was so wet, it was almost translucent. Both women stood upright. Though exhausted, Jeanette did not slouch, or wobble, or avert her eyes. She stared right back at her enemy.
Jeanette fired out a punch that connected solidly with Giovanna's jaw. She followed up with a kick to her stomach and another punch to the face.
Giovanna backed up from Jeanette's onslaught, but was not hurt. Jeanette's punches were delivering a mere fraction of the force they had when the match started. And each punch took a tremendous toll on Jeanette. Though she scored hits on Giovanna, it seemed that she, not her opponent, suffered as she landed these punches. Jeanette saw the lack of effect of her punches. Her arms were almost numb. She needed to do some damage. Giovanna swung a right hand at Jeanette and connected with her cheek. The Princess followed up with a shot to Jeanette's stomach, doubling her over, and sent the Champion to the mat with a powerful knee lift. Giovanna picked Jeanette up and once again launched a left hand.
Jeanette saw the left and managed to block it. It felt as if the Mafia Princess's punch had the force of a locomotive. Though she blocked it, she took a step backwards and nearly stumbled. Jeanette desperately fired back with a right that hit Giovanna in the throat.
Giovanna backed up, gagging. Jeanette contemplated her next move. Her head was swimming with pain and fatigue. The tank was dry. She couldn't jump to deliver a drop kick, she couldn't lift Giovanna, all she could do was keep punching and kicking. Jeanette hit Giovanna with another punch.
Giovanna ignored Jeanette's punch. It had almost no power behind it. The Mafia Princess pulled her left hand back and slammed it into Jeanette's chin. The blonde's head snapped back, her eyes vacant.
The force of the punch rocked Jeanette. She could see and hear, but she seemed to not be in command of her own body. She could offer no more. One time only before had Jeanette been in this state. It was in Cleveland, Ohio, with Felicia Crowley perched on top of her as she ended Jeanette's first title reign.
In an awesome display of power, Giovanna grabbed Jeanette around her waist and pulled her up, spinning her in the air, up into position for a suplex. The Mafia Princess then pivoted and completed The Sicilian Suplex as she drove Jeanette into the canvas with a reverse jackhammer, driving the air from her body and smashing the last vestige of fight from her spirit. The last spark of the fire winked out. Jeanette wouldn’t have resisted if she could.
Giovanna stood and looked at Jeanette Lansdale, who lay spread eagled on the canvas, mouth open, gasping shallowly for air, sweat soaked chest heaving. She had broken the woman completely. Giovanna grabbed Jeanette's ankles and moved them toward her head, folding her neatly in half. Placing her right leg across Jeanette's hamstrings to hold her down, Giovanna raised both hands in the air and stared triumphantly at Jeanette. As the referee slid into position, Giovanna saw in Jeanette's eyes not only the inability to fight, but the unwillingness, as well.
"I want a five a count," Giovanna told the referee. He counted.
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The bell rang. The crowd booed. Santina and Alexandra joined Giovanna in the ring as she remained perched atop the fallen blonde. After several seconds, Giovanna got up. Jeanette hadn't resisted. Jeanette's legs fell again to the mat as the Princess grabbed the microphone.
"You see? I told a you I'd peen a her...this so-called piece of sheet Champion. I'll do it again next a week. And any other time she's fooleesh enough to test a me."
Jeanette heard her words and silently vowed revenge. Revenge, however, would have to wait.
"Santina. You can beat a her, can't a you?"
Santina nodded smugly.
"Show them, Santina."
Giovanna handed Santina the microphone and picked Jeanette up off the canvas. She hoisted the defeated woman up, placing her back to back with herself. Jeanette's arms hung out to the sides. With utter disdain, she drove Jeanette once more into the mat with The Unpaid Debt, a crucifix powerbomb. Jeanette hit the mat and flopped up, and over onto her stomach. Santina rolled Jeanette over and lowered herself slowly onto her face, raising her arms in the air as Alexandra counted.
"I want a five a count, too, Alexandra," said Santina. Alexandra counted.
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The crowd continued to boo as Giovanna took back the microphone.
"Alexandra. You had a thees pathetic piece of trash beaten a last week, deedn't you? You would a be Champion now, yourself, eef a she hadn't cheated you out of a ween. You can beat her, can't you?"
Alexandra nodded.
"Show them."
Giovanna gave the microphone to Alexandra and picked Jeanette's unconscious body up off the mat. She slung her over her shoulder, and, in an impressive display of strength, climbed to the top rope. She inverted Jeanette and executed her brutal finisher...The Concrete Overcoat, a top rope tombstone. Jeanette fell forward onto her back and didn't move. Giovanna got up slowly and motioned grandly toward Alexandra. The body guard hiked up her skirt, revealing a pair of bright red thong panties and lowered herself onto Jeanette's face. Giovanna grabs the mic
"Geeve her a five a count, too."
Santina slid to the mat and counted to five slowly.
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Slowly, Alexandra got up, as Santina rolled out of the ring. Santina grabbed the IFWF World Championship Belt from the attendant and climbed back into the ring. Santina raised the microphone to her lips and spoke.
"Ladies and a Gentlemeen, da true World a Champion, da Domeenating Goddess, Giovanna "The Mafia Princess" Bartuzzinni!!!!"
Santina put the belt around Giovanna's waist as the Princess stood over Jeanette's body. The crowd booed as the three women began leaving the ring. Giovanna left first, followed by her sister. As Santina was climbing out of the ring, Alexandra looked back at Jeanette, lying motionless in the ring and spat on her, before making her exit.
The three grandly left the ring area as Jeanette, Samantha, and Michelle remained behind, unconscious.
WINNERS: GIOVANNA "THE MAFIA PRINCESS" AND SANTINA BARTUZZINNI BY PINFALL
