[RedEnforcer]

Finally. Gawd I damn near gave you a concussion. And there you are lying down, sprawled out, looking out of it.

Go For The Pin. Hurt Her More

Two choices. I dont think you are out enough to pin. So...I pop up as quick as I can on my knees and move to your nearby head. Grabbing and pulling you up to a seated position.

Hurt Her More

Rowans voice in my head.  Jennys face in my hands.  What choice do I have?

Fight hard but fight clean. Like you told me to do you doof!

I really am going to haveta make it up to Megan.  Your head against my chest. I wrap my right arm around your neck. My bicep against the side. Your chin in the crook of my elbow. And I grab my other bicep with my right hand, clamping hard.

Cinching in my version of the Caudle Lock. The sleeper that made Johnny Caudle a legend in the Carolinas.

Now go to sleep, dear Jenny. I will slay the dragon for you later.

[RedEnforcer]

Thats it Jenny. Just relax. Let Red sing you a lullaby.

I keep the hold gripped tightly as I feel your body slumping.  I shift forward a little to make sure this doesnt turn into a choke. I just want you to drift off to sleep. As painlessly as possible.

Fuck you Rowan. Trying to point me at Jenny like a missle. I wonder where the FCF brass got the idea to bring her back.

The ref lifts your arm once and it drops down. That slight jerk makes me realize my anger was making me squeeze too hard. I ease back just a bit. I fight the urge to rock with you. I am not cuddling you. But I am hoping you just...go to sleep...

[RedEnforcer]

Just a few more seconds. I cast my eyes out in the crowd. I know Rowan is here and watching. She wouldnt miss this. Come on Jenny, just stay down a little bit longer.

The ref raises her hand a second time and yells out TWO as it drops.

And

FuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuck

Jenny stirs...kicks..

STOP FIGHTING ME!!!

She pushes...gawd she is on autopilot...she is on her feet...her ankle...shit shit shit shit

She has to be out..I flex my bicep, grind my arms down into her

And she is pushing me...no bulling me back

Nonononononononononono

I dont respond quickly enough.
I dont push back with my legs quickly enough.
I...I....

WHAM!!!!!!

My back jams into the corner hard..my arms release Jenny and her body collapses against mine and her weight is pinning big me against the turnbuckles...

Why Jenny Why!?!?

Why do you haveta be the gawddamn heroine?

[RedEnforcer]

Sam Houston. No, not that Sam Houston, hero of Texas and such. No the other one. Mid Atlantic Champion, feuded with Ron Bass and Black Bart.  That sucker popped in my head the second you wrapped your arm around my head.

When I was green. I mean super green, I spent summers in Charlotte working for JCP, doing whatever just so I could hang out near the wrestling and the wrestlers. I lied about my age of course, and they didnt push it.  I was tall enough to be a good sometimes practice dummy. And this one day, Sam wanted to practice a move Dusty suggested he use. The bulldog.

Guess who got to take that move. For fucks sake Sam did we need to practice it 200 times?  Well one thing I decided on my career was that I was never taking that damn move again. I have of course. You cant always reverse it. And now?

Well while I was trapping Jenny in my sleeper I got my bearings and my strength back some. Sure she rammed me into the corner, but not so bad I couldnt feel this move coming. So I run with her.

She leaps bravely into the air.

And when she hits the apex of her ascent...

I push her body forward with both hands as hard as I can to shove her off my head. I may have shoved too hard.

I dont know how she is gonna land.

Fuck

Sorry Jenny.

I hate bulldogs.

[RedEnforcer]

I watch as Jenny flies and looks like she's prepping herself to catch the ropes and jump back at me. I move in closer and brace, ready to catch her and slam her to the...yeowch...

Bad bad landing. I think she hit her head...yeah...

Now she's hanging upside down and with a cut that's bleeding into her blonde hair.  She's wide open. All I have to do is...

My hand is shaking. Focus. You have to do this or Rowan sinks her claws into her and there's no telling what damage will be done there.  I hate she put me in this position. End it quickly.

I back up a step and then charge at Jenny. I set a target for her right at her belly and I launch forward, right shoulder ready and prepped to slam right into her. This will probably dislodge her but it should do some serious damage to her.

[RedEnforcer]

I crash hard into your stretched out body and there's a SMACK of flesh that normally makes me grin. I just move on to work. To get this done.

You crumple in a heap on the mat and hold yourself. I don't remember seeing you look so badly beaten. No. I can't believe you're this rusty.  Trying to sucker me again. Even hit like this, hurt, you wouldn't be that hurt. I mean you rose up out of that sleeper like the Jenny of old. I can't take what I see as what's real. So I move to strike.

I slide in behind you, leaning over your..my arms doing their best to wrap around your arms and waist. 

I plant my feet, a little more than shoulder width apart. Strongest stance I can get.

My calves flex. 

Then my thighs.

My arms latch hard onto your body, hands clasped together, squeezing your arms into your belly.

My toes curl in my boots as I go for something really tough to do.

I grunt and pull your body to me. All nearly 6' of your frame...

Slowly lifting...

Pulling...

Hauling you up..

Fighting to get you off the mat..

Straining as I shove my weight down on my legs to push down and brace myself while I get you in the air.

A Deadlift German attempt. 

All I have to do now is get you up over my head.

Gawd, your body feels as solid as it has in the past. You've kept yourself in great shape.

Now lemme see if I can distort it.

[RedEnforcer]

I hear the impact without seeing it. It was tough getting you over, since you seemed to be dazed and unconscious. And I hear another thump as you roll.

I pop up to my feet and turn. To see you lying face down. Unmoving.

Are you...is this for real?

You haven't fought me like before. I'm worried you may have hit your head way too hard on the post. But I need to finish this. I couldn't knock you out, so maybe...

I move quickly over to where you lay and pass by you.  I grab the top rope and hop to the second turnbuckle. I jump up and off the second rope and extend my legs...boots down...aiming for the small of your back.

I hate this. But I need to soften you up.

Before finishing you.

But still, part of me...

And the thought fades as I rush towards your body.

[RedEnforcer]

I look down at you and you look beaten. I smashed into your back and you didn't cry out or scream or anything.

If I try and pin you, you might reflexively kick out.

No.

I have to be sure.

I reach down and grab your arms and pull you up to a seated position.

No...

Not good enough.

I wrap my arms around your waist and haul you up to your feet. You're still dead weight. Blood coloring your hair. I...focus!

I get my arms set around your waist, hands clasped at your lower back, right where I just stomped.

My feet set again...

Legs ready and flexing.

Lifting you up in the air..

And pulling your fit body hard into mine. 

Biceps digging into your ribs as I lock on a harsh bearhug.

Now Jenny, just stay out...so the ref can call this match....

[RedEnforcer]

I feel your body against mine as I squeeze. So trim and in such good shape. And here I am trying to break you.

The ref lifts your arm....

ONE

I hang on, just a little more and you're done...

The ref lifts your arm again...

TWO

That's it.....just a little bit...

The ref lifts once more...

And your arm...


Stops

Fuck no...no...no...no....

I'm screaming inside as I process this.

I knew it...Jenny fucking Dare never gives up until you put her down for good..

And I go about doing just that...

And I squeeze..wrenching as hard as I can on my arms..

and you scream...

YES...YES

Too late I see you grab your wrist...

Too late I see the elbow pointed at me...

It drives down hard...

KERR-ACCCCKKKK

Blood, my blood flies out from the impact...

My arms release...

I stagger back into the corner...

Vision hazy...

but with a slight grin...

There she is...That's Jenny

and I slump back..arms over the top rope...held up by them...

[Rowan Chance]

"NO! SHE WAS DONE! SHE WAS FINISHED! GODDAMMIT RED! GODDAMMIT! CAN'T YOU DO ANY..."

I wince as the pain in my back cuts my voice off.

I sit as erect as I can, hoping that stifling, crippling stiffness fades. Looking down at Red and Dare.

Goddammit, Red. Finish her.

[RedEnforcer]

The bad thing about broken noses isnt the blood, but the fact your breathing is hampered. No oxygen to the brain, no thinking.

So here I am trying to hang on and hold myself up. I arch back because you get more air in your lungs when you lean back instead of hunching over. That is why you see runners trying to stand straight up after a race.  If I can have a second or to to get some air and get my wits.

Then the first sledgehammer hits my jaw. And another. And another.

Too fast.

I am just being peppered over and over. I forgot how much strength Jenny has. Hits like a corked bat. Hurry up and count ref. That is the one thing about Jenny. She follows the rules.

And sure enough, at 4, she backs off.

Ok now I can...fuck me, she is climbing the ropes...

Wham..Wham...WHAMMMM

And then a hip shake.

Wish I didnt Hurt so bad so I could enjoy that.

And then the elbow and a flash before my eyes.

Sometime later she grabs my hair and it doesnt take much for me to take a step, another, and then fall flat on my face.

When I hit the mat, my body spasms..

This is getting outta hand.

[RedEnforcer]

I cough as blood from my nose starts making its way to my mouth. Shit that tangy taste is still awful. Jenny

Where is Jenny?

So fucking...

Hurts

Unfffff

I get my right palm on the mat..

Shit

Moving too slow

Come on old man

Move

Left palm on the mat...

And I slowly

Slowly push up...

My knees pull in and

I am on all fours..

Blood drips down from my nose to the mat joint the puddle I made there.

I pick my head up and look left...
And right...


Where is Jenny?

[RedEnforcer]

I feel your hands just briefly before you yannnk on my neck and slam my head to the mat...


Fuuuuuck

Slow you down

Gotta slow you down..

Arms at my sides...

My hands at my waist and as the slowly move up..

Passing my chest...
I check my nose with my right hand..still bleeding

My left palm on the mat again..

I am trying to speak...

My jaw is sore still..

All I can manage is weak sounds..

I push back up to all fours...head hanging low

?J..Jenny?. I whisper through clenched teeth...

I look up...gawd that hurts my neck..

On my knees again...sitting back on my heels...

Dazed...hurt...head swimming...

?J....j....enny ?

And my mouth shuts...jaw working.

Unable to say another word.

[RedEnforcer]

It is very hard for me to see. Breathing is an issue.  I keep my mouth shut to stop my own blood from leaking in. 

I cannot lose.

If I do, Rowan gets her hooks in you....

I move my right hand up, wanting to clean off some blood from my face. 

There?s a blur.

I feel two hard boots slam into my forearm and then my chest.

I get driven back...hard into the corner..

Almost hard enough to make me scream..

But I bite it off. 

My arm is throbbing.

I ache all over.

But I have to keep going.

Have


To

[ThePurpleVixen]

I'm draped on Tiffy's strong shoulder, hop-a-longing on my left leg with my leg held wavering just above the concrete to avoid putting pressure on the wrapped and taped knee that some mad cxnt did her level best to pull off. I'm enjoying the Platinum Queen's perfume, and the press of her strong curvy form with my arm slung around her shoulders, and my hand dragging over the glossy oiled leather of her sweet-ass jacket with the bad-ass skull on the back.

Unfortunately, my beery whispered flirts and teases in her ear get interrupted by Emily Layne in a sexy dress, so I take my cane from Tiffy to help me get to the railing again, watching the brawl. As much as I love eyeballing Emi's legs when she's doing her Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct thing, and as tempting as it is to drag Tiff off to the backstage area to tie her up and take that cool jacket ... I can't stop watching this fucking BRAWL.

Because that's what these two are doing. Red's in his best fucking Kabuki drag with his facepaint running like Sting's during Bash at the Beach, Jenny's all dressed to impress - but these two are just going AT each other, over and over and over again. Neither of them seems to be able to stop, just crashing in again and again. I mean, yeah, I've got no grounds to talk about that given that Paris wasn't that long ago, but I had a good REASON to fight until I couldn't stand, to fight as close to the fucking death as possible. Because I hated my opponent more than death. More than fire, cancer, cobras or telemarketers. Red and Jenny DON'T hate each other.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING?!" I shout drunkenly, smashing my cane against the railing as Jenny doesn't just hit Red, she fucking POURS IT ON. Maybe I'm angry because I'm drunk. Maybe I'm angry because I had to find out how little love meant to some people back in Paris. Maybe I'm angry because I like both these people and I want them to fight and to brawl and bleed but not to fucking KILL each other - I want them to get pounded but not HURT. Maybe I'm angry because I can feel Sadie Davis glaring at me and I PSYCHICALLY just know she's gonna try to weasel another "royalty check" out of me from FTW so she can put in a down payment on a Snickers bar.

They keep
fucking
GOING.

And now Jenny is just POUNDING Red in the corner and I heard the voice of that softheaded little cxnt screeching about Dare kicking out earlier, and I don't wanna be on her side more than I don't want anything in the fucking world. And I like Jenny Dare. Even with all we went through in Texas, I like her. She's fearless and sweet and actually a pretty good kisser.

But Red's my dude. My main dude.

"REDDY! STOP FUCKING AROUND AND JUST FUCKING HIT HER SO SHE CAN FUCKING FEEL IT!" I roar, beer on my breath like a fucking drunk Godzilla as I hang on the railing, my Dare headband snatched off in fury as I smash my cane on the metal, again and again and again to try to rouse that big stupid lug. "GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE FUCKING CLOUDS, GET OFF GOD-DAMN ROCINANTE AND HIT THAT BIG TALL DRINK OF BITCH!"

I love Jenny, don't get me wrong.

But Red's like my main dude.