[RedEnforcer]

I walk into the office of the promoter of FCF wearing a monkey suit. I think I clean up nicely, but to be honest I would rather be in wrestling gear than a suit and tie. I have my Championship Belt with me, carrying it folded, old school style and not over my shoulder. Some traditions need respecting. And I am wearing my mask. Not many get to see me without it. Not even my bosses. Again, some traditions need respecting.

I look over at the man in charge, a rather large man in a suit with graying hair. He is supposedly my age, but life has not been as kind. Being one of those who survived and actually thrived during he dot com bubble and then the real estate bubble has allowed him the money to indulge his lifelong fantasy of running a wrestling federation, but obviously getting there took as much out of him as a 60 minute iron man match.

Ahhh, Mr. Enforcer. May I call you Red? he says as he extends his hand. I politely nod and shake the proffered hand and move into a chair he points out after the shake.

Red, we have a situation. Your first title defense was to be against Rowan Chance at the Superdome in New Orleans as the main event of a major show for us. However, Ms. Chance has not been medically cleared following her recent bout in Paris.

Paris. Fuck. The memories of what happened there still get me. Just too much. I kinda get caught in my own head but the promoter waits till I come back. Patient man. But there seems to be an edge about him, or at least a smile on the corner of his mouth that reminds me of the lead actor of Jaws. Not Robert Shaw. The shark.

So we have had to scramble. And considering who was available and the location and your past matches, we reached out to a worthy opponent who has graciously accepted.

Shit. That smile. I knew it. Who the fuck did Mr. Moneybags here call up. Louisiana, who do I know would draw there. Gotta be someone big there or nearby. Like Texas.

Oh Shit. No.

Under my mask, my eyes must have betrayed something because that damn shark got a bigger grin. One my daddy used to call a shit eatin grin.

So in two weeks, you will be defending your FCF Unlimited Championship Title against Daredevil Jenny Dare. We do so hope you have a showstopper of a match.

Two weeks to get ready for Jenny? Fuck me. You might as well say, you have two weeks to prepare to get in a train wreck.  Daredevil Jenny Dare, the Yellow Rose of Texas. Tall, blonde and beautiful. Strong as a Texas Stampede and brave as a Texas Ranger. 

You have those wrestlers who you can never associate with being a heel. Ricky Steamboat, Dusty Rhodes(although he did start out that way) and Sting.  Jenny is in that mold. An honestly good person who loves to compete. But never mistake her quality of character as weakness or she will eat you alive.  She can wrestle like Dory Funk Jr in his heyday, brawl like his brother Terry and she hits like Stan Hansen.

Fuck.

We have a history. It has been way too long since I looked across a ring at her. And it may sound like a cliche, but for Jenny and I it is complicated.

Two weeks. As I get up out of the chair and make my polite goodbyes, I already start running through my head what I need to do to try and get ready.

Gawd dammit I need a training montage.

[RedEnforcer]

They only told me a week before that the venue for our match was changing from the Superdome to the Raising Canr Center citing security issues. Between you and me, I think they did it because they needed an excuse to not let me do my full on Rolling Thunder assisted motorcycle convoy to the tune of Iron Man by Black Sabbath entrance I had planned. One of the perks of being a vet is that you get to put clauses in contracts. The only one I care about is Full creative control of my entrances which are paid by the promoter. I dreamed this one up when it was gonna be me versus Rowan. I may use it later so watch this space.

So a week out I had to worry about a change of opponent, a change of venue and come up with a new entrance.

Great.

So I had two choices. As champion I got to go second so I decided to have both ready to go. I would just go and see how Jenny went out and decide then.  I got a knock on my door and slipped off to Gorilla.

And there she was.

Larger than life, the All American Heroine. All blonde and tall and drop dead gorgeous.  She had not changed a bit. I got a silly grin on my face looking at her and well...memories and such.

I choked those down when I focused past the side view of her face and saw her outfit.  She knows me still. Damn. Psychological warfare is nasty. Most will just see her outfit and nod and smile and say how pretty. Both she and I know she is going out for Full shock and awe.


It is gonna be a long night for the Enforcer folks.

And then her music. Immigrant Song. Most folks have no idea what the title is. They know the song.  I head back to my dressing room and tell the kid Track 2.

I change and get back in place. Man this feels...

Weird
Surreal
Insane
But most of all....
Right

The opening riff of Blue Oyster Cult performing their paean to the King of Monsters

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=T65rW_SIzg0

And I step out.

All black.
Black loose karate pants.
Black boots.
A black covering on my head.
Black tape on my wrists.
White tape on all my fingers.

A look that would make Gary Hart smile.

I stride down to the ring dressed as my Senpai, The Great Kabuki.

[RedEnforcer]

The Great Kabuki.  As a kid I gravitated to all things Asian. Bruce Lee, Godzilla, etc etc.  But when I saw the Great Kabuki on my screen as a kid, I was just astounded.  Later on I would become one of his students.

One thing Kabuki would stress is being tough. And the toughest gaijin, as he would call him, he faced was Bruiser Brody.  So when I heard Immigrant Song, I knew how you were psyching yourself up Jenny. I also knew what I had to do.

Kabuki was always about mystery. Sudden strikes. And the Unknown.

I am going to forget our history, block it out, become the Unknown.

I want you guessing. I want you off balance.

The only way I can win is for you to be off your game and for me to commit fully to mine.

I leave my gear on, belt around my waist as you come to me.

A handshake as always.

But this time it is a test.

If I shake, I am the nice Red. The one you tagged with and this is going to be a friendly competition of skill versus skill.

If I take your hand and strike, I am the evil Red. Your guard will be up and you will be ready to come at me hard.

Which will I choose?

I decide to take a third option.

I just stand there. Frozen to the spot. Betraying nothing.


Your move darlin.

[Rowan Chance]

I show up at the show, ready to watch.

In the back of course.

Nowhere near where you two are.

Don't want to influence the outcome...just watch.

[ThePurpleVixen]

I've been here all along, in the front fucking row unlike some creepy dark creepers in the back.

I don't care if you two see me. I WANT you to see me!

I have on my black Enforcer Muyoh shirt from Red's FTW merch line, and a red white and blue Jenny Dare "DARE TO DREAM" headband also from FTW, because I can get FTW merchandise on the fucking cheap since I bought the god-damn warehouse where it was all kept. I'm also six beers deep and I've already had to pay off the guards to stop from getting thrown out when I was getting angry at the undercard for going too long and threatened to jump the railing and speed up their fucking match for them. I wave at them with a skull-headed cane that I did NOT get from FTW's warehouse. Normally I don't carry a cane.

So maybe my knee is still fucked up from what the little bobbing blackbird cxnt tried to do to it. Whatever. I have enough leg left to kick anyone's ass.

And now you're both out and I'm fucking fired up from these entrances. Reddy looks like the fucking grand ninja of wrestling himself, the original Mister Mister, and Jenny looks like a hot-as-fuck battle angel sent to capture the fighting spirit of Captain America.

I dunno who to cheer for yet. So I go with my default setting and just roar in half-drunk delight.

"YYYEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH BAYBEH!"

[RedEnforcer]

Akanbou, to defeat anyone you must be stronger or smarter. If you cannot be one, be the other.

Yeah, it feels right to be standing in Mid-South/World Class country and be calling on the memory of my Senpai. I earned the right to call him Senpai when I graduated his training. And that is when I learned the whole time he was not calling me Red, but calling me child. Funny sense of humor you silly old man. 

But his words ring true to this day.

I won the first battle. I made Daredevil Jenny Dare back up. Points go to me. Unfortunately they are Whose Line Is It Anyway fake points.

Still though. You are wondering Jenny. You think I might be under their spell. Or more likely her spell.

I see you back up, but you are not gonna stay cowed for long. And sure enough here you come throwing an elbow.

From this position there about 15 different moves I can take to avoid, deflect or counter.

I choose none.

I shift just a bit so you get more of my sternum than my jaw. My head covering slides off and you see me not in a mask, but Red Kabuki face paint. Is it a scary sight for you Jenny? Does this bring up old fears you have?

And like I remember you hit me like a government mule.  As you grab for my hair, I just twist my hips and fire off a short, quick forearm to your sternum.

And I make my first sound.

A loud growl even as I hear Megan and her drunken yell. She is gonna love this. I want this match to be like Misawa/Kobashi. So I speak for the first time to you in years.

 MORE

[Vivianne]

I walk in with Rowan, keeping a few steps behind her as we make our way to the back row.

A few steps behind...where I have been almost constantly since Paris.

I help her dutifully to her seat...and then take mine...at her right hand.

Ready to watch The Red Enforcer, who Rowan refers to as "Red" take on Jenny Dare, who Rowan refers to as...something else.

[RedEnforcer]

There are impacts that can wreck you. Your attention drifts while driving and the next thing you know, Metal slams into wood, rubber squeals and an air bag bashes you in the face. You have no idea how you went off the road but now your vehicle is trying to occupy the same space as a tree. Physics and Neil deGrasse Tyson will tell you how that does not work.

My forearm into Jenny is not one of those impacts. No, it is more of a wake up call. Now the realization of what I have painted on my face, that strikes a bit harder.

But it wont last. You are too smart and too talented and too brave to stay thrown off for long. 

And like I figured here you come at me.

But you mix it up and slip around me. Faster than I remember. Shit. Maybe I am the one getting slower. You grab my wrist and here it comes.

Now this, this is the kinda impact I was talking about earlier. A lariat from Jenny is like being in a car wreck. Most folks confuse it with a clothesline. There is a difference. With a clothesline, your arm is stationary and usually the victim runs into it. With a lariat, the giver winds up and swings with their arm. I blame JBL for the confusion because his Clothesline from Hell was actually a lariat.

And Jenny, she puts everything she has into her lariat. I bet she added the Kerry spin for this one and she is torquing her hips and driving out with her arm, perfectly aimed to take my head right off.  I guess I should be glad for the two weeks I had to exercise my neck muscles. Even then though her blow hits like a Mack truck.

I struggle just to stay on my feet but I end up staggering back and dripping beg to the mat. I am hurting like I havent hurt in a long time.

But inside, I am smiling. I made Jenny change her approach and now she is gonna wrestle the way I want her to.

This small victory hurts like a bitch though. But it is so worth it.

I lie back and look up at Jenny as she follows through. And O smile at her.

Wonder what she thinks of that.

[RedEnforcer]

I lie there and for the briefest moment I see the shock you feel when my smile fills your vision. But like the pro you are, you move quickly to cover me. Your body lying atop mine, that strong arm of yours hooking my leg. I remember this. Even in the haze of pain I remember this.

I may have you mentally out of it, but I am glad it takes the referee a couple of heartbeats to get to the pinball. Maybe later I can tell you how much that hurt me and how close this came to being a short squash match.  But now, I give you nothing. I wait for that first slap of One.

Then I bring my free leg up, cross it over your arm and hooking my ankles, effectively scissoring that arm.

I grab for your other arm with the hand nearest it and try to keep it extended while my free hand jabs forward. If I can, I will dig my fingers hard and deep into that soft area in your armpit and squeeze away. Another gift from Senpai. A nerve claw.

Oh and while this happens, of course my shoulders will rise off the mat.

I hope you were not expecting this to be the same old dance Jenny.  I have learned a bit since we last tussled. Show me what you know.

[RedEnforcer]

As my fingers sink into your flesh, I crank up the pressure. I bet you think this is something Rowan taught me. When I see you glare at me, I know I am in your head. And then there is that scream.

Normally, I enjoy hearing an opponent screaming in pain. It is just affirmation of a job well done by me. But for some reason, hearing you scream....I pause a moment.

And you move. Boy do you move. One of the strongest competitors I know and have fought, male or female.

I feel myself rising and I know this is so very not good. If our roles were reversed, I would try and drive you through the mat. I know you are gonna wanna do the same to me.

Cant have that can we?

I start rolling my body back. Rocking. Twisting. Trying to get momentum.

Hopefully when you do toss me down, I can roll enough to turn you so you do a somersault and end up hitting the mat with your shoulders.

If not, this is gonna hurt.

Come on Jenny, move that body!!!

[BustyTiffany35]

Just like in Greensboro when Red defended his title against the kid, I find myself seated in the front row, watching him defend that Unlimited Championship once again. I'm wearing a shimmering silver sequin tube dress under a black leather hooded jacket. There's a large, stylized insignia of a skull printed on the jacket's back. This jacket isn't something I normally wear, but tonight...and lately.. I've been feeling like changing things up a bit. A pair of black leather calf boots and a silver choker complete my outfit. I sit there in my seat, sipping at my cold beer while the fans holler and cheer loudly around me, supporting their hero as she really lays into Red. Then, moments later, I nearly spit my drink all over the guardrail, marvelling at this gal's impressive strength.


Gawd DAMN she's strong.


Daredevil Jenny Dare. Just under six feet, close to 'bout a hundred and eighty pounds of solid, lean muscle. An All-American gal with a heart of gold, spirited, tough, beautiful - and strong, crazy strong. It's only been a few minutes into the match and she's proving without a doubt she's a worthy challenger for Red's title. She damn near knocked Red's head clean off his shoulders with that Tornado Lariat just a couple of moments ago. But one pinfall attempt later and Jenny found herself trapped in Red's arm scissors nerve claw - clever way to break up a pin. Wonder where Red picked up that move.

That claw looked painful as all hell by the way Jenny's crying out. For a brief moment, she's just laying there, agonizing over Red as his fingers sadistically claw at the soft flesh under her arm. But then the gal powers through that searing agony that Red's forcing her to endure, showing her grit and toughness to all by LIFTING Red off the mat! Red's got that hold locked in tight, his fingers are really burrowing into her, but Daredevil just HOWLS in determination, fighting through the pain she manages to hoist him, all the way up, right over her shoulders! Why, she's gonna slam his Great Kabuki lookin' ass into the canvas -- no wait, she's gonna drill him with a Death Valley!

I shake my head in disbelief, my smiling lips taking another sip of my drink as I wait for Red's head to plummet into the canvas. 

Looks like this gal ain't playin' around..

[BustyTiffany35]

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[RedEnforcer]

I have a feeling no one has ever had to ask Jenny if she even lifts. She is showing off her power for sure. Which is perfect.

I know what you?re thinking. How can I say this positioning is perfect?  You have to understand the type of game this is. That person right there. The rather sexy looking blonde Valkyrie that has me held up like a rag doll in her arms is the type to go until you make her stop. And I took her best move and somehow I am still in this thing. That means to stop her I need to invoke Godzilla now. The limiters are off and she is full on focused on kicking my ass.

So why is that perfect?

Because now she isnt thinking. Or at least what she is thinking is not what she should be thinking. Ok ok, that sounds confusing. Let me demonstrate.

She gets me up past her chest and I know the nerve joldnis done and so are the scissors.  I release both.

Now she has me up and looking at the lights. She is super focused on getting me up in position for a devastating move. It feels like a Burning Hammer from where I sit and that is a big no from me.

So while her focus is on her arms and jerking me up in position, my now free hand is moving towards that lovely face of hers.

Those fingers that were digging into her flesh just a few seconds ago now go after her eyes. I have no shame in this fight. Back to my old heel ways. That answer all your questions Jenny?

If I can get a full on take on her, enough to have her let me go, I am going to roll off her back and get set up behind her. And that is where the fun is really gonna begin.

Come on Jenny show me and this crowd what you got.

[Katherine The Great]

"You're gotta be kidding me!!" The Athletic Blonde shrieked as she waved the laminated badge in the usher's face. Her golden frame clad in a skin tight white tank top tucked into a very short pair of Neiman Marcus denim shorts.

"No, joke kid. Can't let you in with this thing." the large, round usher who bore more than a passing resemblance to Wilford Brimley said as he adjusted his tiny nose glasses.

"This 'thing' is a box pass, you big walrus! We have a box here for some godforsaken reason!! I want to go sit down!!" the Blonde screamed, stomping a Tory Burch sandal to the floor and sending a slight ripple up her well toned and bare thigh. Her right fist jammed to her denim short clad hip.

"Noooope, nope, nope. Sorry kid. While this IS a box pass it's a pass for Richard Dahl. I know Mr. Dahl and you ain't him." the usher's mustache twitching like walrus whiskers.

'No shit! I'm his daughter, Katherine. You know, The Doll!!" she screamed raising a pair of large, black, sunglasses to give the usher a good look at her face.

"Geez, what the heck happened to you?" Wilford Brimly recoiled as he stared at the Blonde's severely bloodshot eyes, surrounded by large, dark circles.

"Him!!" she pointed to the ring where the Red Enforcer...at least it was supposed to be the Red Enforcer....was manhandling an amazonian proportioned blonde.

'Yeah, right. Good one kid", the usher laughed, "I never heard of you and even if I had, you wouldn't last five minutes with The Enforcer! Go get your 'daddy', Mr. Dahl, and I'll let ya in. Otherwise, buy a ticket like everyone else."

"It's like fucking Paris all over again..." the Blonde muttered as she wheeled around and stood by the ticket booth while the Amazon, "Dare" she thought her name was, hoisted Red (that was Red, right?) onto her shoulders...

"Fuck me..." was all the Blonde could manage to mutter.

[RedEnforcer]

I hate to tell you I told you so, buuuttt.

Now is the hard part of this. Which side. Was it left or right? Shit, I cant remember.

Left.

I roll off your back like the proverbial water does to the proverbial duck. And I get in a crouch behind you. I can hear the boos and the cries of warnings from your Little Daredevils as I line up your left leg and, dive forward.

Cut off one of the 5 points of balance. Take out a limb. Yadda Yadda.

I remember hurting you before. Your ankle. Just cannot for the life of me remember which one. Must be getting old right?

Well this old man is flying towards the back of your left knee with my forearm loaded and ready to slam into that leg, pop that joint and grab for that ankle.

And you, you are rubbing at your lovely eyes tromping about blindly.

Yeah I must have lost a step. I would have you screaming a submission by now if this were 3 years ago.

This sound is gonna be loud. Brace for impact...oh wait, you cant because like John Cena, you cant see me.