(Angelica in a flame-red PVC halter, shorts, fishnets, with matching gloves and boots and Janneke in an ice blue "one piece" cut to leave most of her midsection bare, with a single strap over the right shoulder. Allie in a gold halter top, blue and gold pleated cheerleader skirt, and white sneakers and Frankie in a blue halter top, blue and gold pleated cheerleader skirt, and white sneakers.)
This match looked to be a mismatch on paper... and that is indeed what it turns out to be, although no one can deny Allie and Frankie give a spirited effort in their FAWN debuts. Frankie even appears to have Angelica in trouble with a Muta Lock early. But the tide turns when Angelica catches Allie with a mandible claw that brings her to her knees, followed by a shining wizard that takes her down. From there, Fire & ice take control, tagging in and out, and keeping the blonde cheerleader trapped in the ring. A wheelbarrow facebuster from Janneke sets Allie up for an icnredible 450 splash from Angelica, but more incredible still is Allie getting a shoulder up at 2 to break up the ensuing pin attempt. Allie's spunk draws a roar of support from the crowd... but earns the anger of Fire. Moments later, Angelica hits her "Abbruch und Brand" corkscrew moonsault, and there's no doubt Allie's not kicking out this time. So Angelica lifts her shoulder at 2. When she tags in Janneke, Frankie tries to come to her partner's rescue... but she charges right into a chokeslam from Angelica. As Ice peels Allie off the mat, Fire goes up top, and connects with the Abbruch und Brand on Frankie as Janneke performs the Kaiser Lock on Allie. Simultaneous covers net simultaneous three counts for Fire and Ice.
(Megan in a r ed tank belly shirt with a plunging neckline, black string bikini briefs, red ankle boots, and with her wrists wrapped in black tape. Caroline in a pink string bikini and barefoot)
In a rare singles appearance for one half of the reigning tag team champions, Megan makes the taller, more experienced Caroline look like a weak rookie. Lilly puts on a clinic, scoring a near pin with a pedigree and a near submission with a Boston Crab before almost putting her to sleep with a figure four sleeper. In the end, Megan doesn't even bother to use her Initiation, instead finishing Caroline off with a simple breast smother. But after the bell, Lilly returns to the slumbering blonde, and wakes her up by locking in the aforementioned Initiation, keeping the hold locked in while Caroline screams for mercy.
(Giulianna in a red bikini top, black bottoms and black boots. Sascha in a gold, acrylic, strapless micro-mini; gold boots with interlocked S's on the outer ankles.)
Another FAWN debut this evening, and at first, Giulianna's appears destined to be as successful as Allie and Frankie's. The veteran Savarino takes control with an eye rake, then subjects the Italian to an inverted atomic drop, then uses her knee again for a vicious backbreaker. Sascha sends the brunette into the ropes with an Irish whip, but Giulianna ducks a clothesline, springboards off the ropes, and takes Savarino down with a crossbody block. From there, the Italian treats Sascha to a kick clinic--savate kicks, crescent kicks, spin kicks, the works. After a snap suplex, Giulianna lands her Amore Sault and collects the three count.
(Shannen in a black sports bra, thong, and matching wrestling boots, worn to the middle of her shin. Courtney in a blue one piece with matching kneepads, elbow pads and boots.)
Shannen comes out full of intensity, but the veteran Brit manages to survive the big Texan's initial charge, and Malcolm tries to make the best of it. A bow and arrow has Shannen suffering, and a missile dropkick nets a two count for the brunette. But things take a disasterous turn for Courtney when she goes for a frogsplash, as Shannen is able to bring her knees up to impale the flying Brit. From there, it's all Dennehy with suplexes and bearhugs, before the Milk Run snuffs out the last of Courtney's consciousness.
The somewhat muted opening strings of "American Idiot" by Green Day perforates the low hum of arena chatter. When the song kicks into full gear, all eyes that weren't already directed towards the entrance ramp quickly swerve that way. New music usually means new arrival, and with internet rumors swirling about the possible return of a (some would argue) fairly infamous redhead, the anticipation level in the crowd rises just slightly.
The woman in question makes her appearance, and the mood of the crowd changes from anticipation to... something else. Not quite joy, not quite apprehension, but sort of a nervous expectance. The few members of the assembled crowd who are aware of this woman's history begin to cheer, and those around them who aren't join in, excited to be able to welcome a new face.
She is known as Jade Catlynne, and at the moment she's wearing a black t-shirt over her regular wrestling attire. The t-shirt has the logo of a wrestling federation on its chest, only it isn't the emblem of the federation she currently belongs to; the logo bears the letters 'E C W'. Under this she has on her regular black leotard, a pair of jean cutoffs on over that, black boots that are accompanied by a set of black shin guards and black kneepads. Her hands are clad in a pair of black fingerless wrestling gloves, and once she's finally inside the ring, these hands motion for a microphone from one of the ringside attendants.
Jade stands in the center of the ring, only perfectly manicured, black-painted fingernail lightly touching her lips. Her smile is coy, the arch of her brow suggests a hint of foul play. She waits to let the last few cries of the crowd die down before she finally speaks.
"Hiya," she says, and in a seemingly out of character moment for a woman dressed entirely in black, she actually giggles.
The crowd is, understandably, nonplussed by this sudden expression of girlish glee.
"I've got a secret I'd like to share with you," she says. "Only, it's kinda... " She pauses, looks around in mock-conspiracy, and leans a little closer to the microphone. "... naughty."
A mixed reaction from the crowd. Some are excited, some are hesitant to believe fortune could be this good to them.
Jade's eyes flick from side to side again, and her coy grin spreads a little wider.
"It's kinda... dirty," she continues.
The crowd's level of enthusiasm rises slightly... among other things, we may assume.
She leans a little closer to the microphone, her long red locks falling across her forehead and spilling down her shoulders. Her eyes have come to mere slits, and when she speaks her voice has lowered to a husky whisper.
"Wanna hear it?" she asks shyly.
The crowd roars with approval. Jade's expression of coy playfulness is gone in an instant, replaced with a face that could be a mask for all of its emptiness. Jade points at the crowd, seeming to indicate all of them in one simple gesture.
"I don't like you."
The cheers end abruptly, leaving a confused hum in its wake.
"Surprised? Were you maybe expecting someone to tow the company line? Someone to come bouncing down the aisle in a skimpy bikini ready to play 'Undress Me And Poke My Nonnies' for your collective thrills? Sorry... wait, no I'm not."
The first few boos begin to arise.
"I don't like FAWN. I don't like fans of FAWN. You all strike me as being somewhat... Oh, how shall I put this?"
She taps her chin with her finger, and taps the mat with her boot.
"Immature? Certainly. Pathetic? Sure. I mean, haven't any of you nerds ever heard of a little something called the 'internet'? Aren't any of you old enough to download your pornography? You have to come here to get your fill of tits and ass? I mean, sure, none of you have the remotest chance of seeing them in real life--"
The boos rise. So does Jade's smile.
"-- What with all your time being taken up with... Star Trek conventions..."
The jeers rise another octave.
"... and making sure all those Babylon 5 episodes get TiVO'd. Am I right?"
The crowd roars their disapproval at the woman. She actually laughs.
"Yet here you are. Paying... for the privilege... of watching a collection of women - many of whom aren't fit to be on stage in a strip club - tear each other's clothes off and then get it on. Boy, that must make all you rejects feel real special, huh?"
Some thought it wasn't possible for a crowd to boo any louder than this one was already. These people endeavored to prove that assumption wrong.
"Allow me to educate you all in some things. My name is Jade Catlynne, and unlike a goodly lot of the other women in this building tonight, I am actually a wrestler. Not an entertainer, and despite the reaction you boot-lickers deemed to give me when I first arrived, I am not a superstar, either. Nor am I a closet lesbian with delusions of grandeur, a wealthy socialite looking to impress Daddy, or a small town cowgirl who--" She suddenly breaks into an exaggerated Southern accent. "-- Lahks t' mix it up awn the weekends!"
She lets loose with a wild cowgirl yell. The crowd responds by trying to drown it out with boos. Jade takes a few moments to compose herself (which, for her, means trying to contain her mirthful giggles) and then continues.
"I--" she begins, then clears her throat and continues. "I am a professional wrestler. My job is to come out here... and win. It is not to entertain you, it is not to give any of you slugs anymore jerk-off material, and it is not to be humiliated by your favorite bull dyke of the moment. The mere fact that I have been forced to lower myself to participate in a federation that is just one or two steps above dime store pornography sickens me... and the only reason I am even doing it is a simple one: money. I need it, and not surprisingly FAWN has it. Therefore, my goals here are quite simple. I hope to accumulate a goodly lot of currency during what I hope to be a very short tenure in this federation, and a decent highlight reel while I'm at it. If I get very, very lucky, someone from a better federation will take notice of my hard work and offer me a job where I won't feel soiled every time I step between the ropes. My other goal, and the one I will take great pleasure in each and every week... is denying you, the sheep, the cretins, the masturbating masses that patronize this cesspit of a promotion the pleasure of seeing... well, these."
Jade points to her breasts, and the boos wash over her like ocean waves on a beach.
She gives a curt toss of her head to get her hair out of her eyes, and then continues. "Now, with that out of the way, I'd like to give a more personal message, if I may... As I said before, I am not an entertainer... but I could be, for the right price. If there are any agents from other promotions lurking in this sea of hormones before me, I'd like to paraphrase something from a man who was a great professional inspiration of mine, and assure you that I love to work Mondays."
More boos, and a few of the more enterprising members of the audience begin to toss empty beer cups at the offending woman's head. They miss, but not by much.
"Let's get on down to the meat and potatoes of the evening, shall we? Let's kick off my tenure here in FAWN with a bright opening salvo for my promo tape." Jade turns toward the entrance ramp and makes a 'come on' gesture. "Whoever's in charge back there? Send someone out. Come on. Send me someone that exemplifies everything that is FAWN, huh? Send me someone these idiots would actually like to see... so I can have the pleasure of choking... her... out."
Jade drops the mic, and begins to wait. A few names are chanted, but mostly the crowd seems content to boo the woman standing in the ring, and await whoever might step up to her challenge.
It takes only a few moments, but then a drumbeat begins to echo through the arena's PA. The boos falter slightly, and attention turns once again to the entrance ramp. The music kicks up, and the more alert in the audience might recognize the song as "Goodbye Horses" by Q Lazzarus. It isn't a song anyone in attendance recognizes right away, so there's some confusion as to who might be answering the call.
Shortly after the song begins, a figure appears on the ramp, heading for the ring. It's another new arrival, someone only a handful of people in the crowd recognize, yet the boos turn into almost unanimous cheers at the sight of someone - anyone - coming to confront the redhead in the ring.
The woman's hair is a jarring shade of purple, and her small but pleasant breasts are precariously confined in a leather vest that's held together by a slinky gold chain across her toned stomach. She has on black leather handless gloves on her forearms, a black thong that has just enough to it to still be considered a garment, and black boots that come up to her knees. The woman's sparkling ruby lips are curled in a smile at the look of utter astonishment on Jade's face.
The woman rolls into the ring, pops to her feet, and approaches Jade. They exchange words, Jade's incredulity giving way to what appears to be malicious glee, before the new arrival confers with the referee and assures him that, yes, a contest is actually about to take place.
The woman is announced as Syxx, another newcomer to FAWN, although one who has received a substantially warmer welcome than her opponent.
Jade turns away from the woman long enough to hear the bell ring, and to ponder her good fortune, before the match begins.
Jade is immediately caught off guard by the smaller woman's quickness. When her out-of-the-ring-nemesis first appeared, Jade was shocked by the fact it had been she who answered the call. That shock had given way to absolute surety that she was going to win tonight, but that surety quickly gives way to a shock of a different kind: Syxx is actually good. Deceptively good.
In the time it took for Jade to turn back and face her opponent, Syxx had already cleared the distance between them in the ring, locked her arms around Jade's waist, and pulled her down to the mat. Before she even has time to think of defending herself, Syxx has already got her trapped in a leglock. Jade escapes with a well placed kick, but Syxx is on her before she can reach her feet and mount any offense. The early goings of the match follow that pattern: Syxx attempts a hold, Jade escapes, only to be caught again.
When Jade finally manages to return to her vertical base, she's again stunned by Syxx's swiftness when a simple punch meant to stagger the smaller girl is suddenly reversed into a picture perfect armbar which plants Jade on the mat yet again. Jade rolls out of it, returns to her feet, and attempts a kick which is easily caught and countered with one of Syxx's own. They continue to trade blows for a few moments, Syxx's quick and almost jocular, Jade's more concentrated and purposeful as she slowly acclimates to the match.
Jade eventually forces Syxx into the corner, and the referee is forced to interject himself and break the two women apart. Afterwards, they approach one another, and Syxx delivers a swift dropkick to Jade's knee, grounding the woman once again. Syxx is on her immediately, only this time, instead of going for one of the holds she's slowly been wearing the redhead down with, she grabs a handful of her hair and lewdly thrusts her crotch into Jade's jean-covered ass. Jade is understandably incensed by this, and quickly flips over, sending Syxx sprawling. She sits up, but Jade tackles her back to the mat and begins to rain down blow after blow on her head and shoulders as months of pent-up aggression finally comes to a head. Syxx again surprises her foe with an inventive maneuver, actually bending herself nearly in half to hook her legs under Jade's pummeling arms, and then snap her backwards and onto the mat in a modified pin. The referee quickly begins the count, but barely makes it to Two before Jade thrusts her way out of the pin. She's on her feet in an instant, and nearly takes Syxx's head off with a kick that echoes through the arena.
Jade begins what appears to be a slow execution of her nemesis following that brief altercation. A few well placed kicks, knees, and elbows to the upper back and neck, followed by a series of DDTs and suplexes, leaving Syxx as little more than limp weight in Jade's arms. Grinning, her good cheer from earlier restored, Jade begins to set Syxx up for her finisher known as the Reality Hurts. Unfortunately for her, Syxx springs her final surprise of the night, suddenly grasping both of Jade's legs and yanking them out from under her, slamming her to the mat. Syxx quickly shoves forward, rolling Jade up and pinning her shoulders to the mat. The referee begins his count, and is completely unaware that Syxx has hooked her legs onto the bottom rope behind her, and is using it for added leverage. Because of this, despite all her thrusting (which, given her unfortunate position beneath Syxx, makes it appear that the two of them are really engaged in some sort of lewd act) Jade is unable to break the pin, and the referee's hand falls for a third and final time.
The crowd erupts at the loss of the woman who mocked them moments earlier. Syxx disengages herself from the pin and flees the ring as quickly as she can. Jade grips the bottom rope with fists than tremble from rage and shame and hurls a series of expletives at Syxx that aren't suitable for transcription here. Syxx backs up the ramp, her eyes never leaving Jade's face, smiling and nodding all the way. She even counts off 'One, Two, Three' on her fingers, in case Jade missed it.
Jade Catlynne's first match in FAWN ends in defeat... at the hands of one of her bitterest adversaries... and, due to a not-entirely-unforeseen twist of fate, soon to be partner.
