[Virginia Dare]

My back rams into the corner and you with it. I feel your strong, powerful body behind me. Holding me.

And I remember--

--no. Stop. Stop. STOP!

You're bent forward a little. I can barely move. Gasping. My ankle--holy sh--damn. It's sending shots of pure pain up my leg.

But you're behind me. Just a little bent over.

Hey, Red. You're such a big fan of the Carolinas. You're going to love this.

I wrap my right arm around your head and neck.

Just give me a little more strength. Just a little more.

And I try running forward. Then, the leap.

A bulldog, Red. Right in the center of the ring.

[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.

[Virginia Dare]

It starts off so well. Running toward the center of the ring on my bad ankle. Red's head firmly gripped under my arm. I make the leap on my good leg--

--but I start to fly way too fast.

Red's hands on my back, pushing me up. I fly beyond the center of the ring and straight for the turnbuckle.

It's okay. It's okay. I can handle this. Just catch myself on the turnbuckle, grab the top rope with my hands, land on the middle rope with my feet, turn quickly and leap for a cross body on--

--AAAAAAARRRRAAAAAAAGGGGNNNNNN!!!

My bad ankle slips on the middle rope, my leg spasming in agony.

Instead of catching myself, I slide through the ropes, the top of my head hitting the metal part of the corner of the ring, ricocheting me back.

My bad ankle catches on the ropes, so when my body falls back, I'm caught in that old Tree of Woe position that Kevin Sullivan liked so much.

Also, I'm pretty sure I can feel a trickle of blood just above my right eye.

And that's the last thing I see or feel before sinking back into that warm sea of darkness--

[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.

[Virginia Dare]

You run into me like a 200+ pound muscular machine who knows how to hurt people with size and momentum. My body buckles over your knee, my legs trembling before they fall. Before I fall. Hitting the canvas like a bag of rocks dropped from a careless hand.

I'm doubled over on the canvas, clutching my abdomen, trying to breathe--and failing. My body twitching with each failed breath.

I can't get back to my feet. And even if I could, I've still got a broken wheel. My plan to keep you on the canvas failed. I need a new plan.

But what can I do? I can't stand. You're too strong to keep down.

What can I do?

[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.

[Virginia Dare]

My body is limp in your arms. A true dead weight lift. Arms forward, legs unmoving. Head bowed. My hair hung over.

And when you throw me over your shoulder with a powerful SNAP, my body flies, landing hard on the canvas. The heavy thud of muscle and bone hitting without any control.

When it does hit, my body looks bent in half. My legs up over my head, arms out to my sides. The impact and momentum throws me over again and I land face down near the other corner. You threw me almost all the way across the ring when my body finally stops moving.

And there I am: face down. My arms are still. My legs are still. You can't see my face for my hair spilled all around me. My tan skin is covered in sweat.

And inside my head, I just keep sinking deeper and deeper into that warm, dark water. So deep--I can begin to see the bottom.

[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.

[Virginia Dare]

Your feet land on the small of my back and my body responds. My arms and legs bob up and then back down. My head bounces off the mat.

I don't even make a sound.

The impact and my body's reaction make me roll over, face up. My head turned to the side, my arms out beside me and my legs straight out. One foot hangs off the edge of the ring and my wrist hangs off the bottom rope--then slowly slides off--hitting the mat with a small, defeated sound.

[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....

[Virginia Dare]

You lift me up, my body limp in your arms. My blood dripping down onto your shoulder as my forehead drops just above it.

My arms are like rubber, flopping as you lift me and squeeze. You can feel my body pressed against yours. My skin against yours. My breasts squeezed flat.

I don't scream. I don't cry out.

The referee grabs my wrist and raises it, and when she lets go, you can feel it flop against your side. No strength at all.

You feel something else on your shoulder--a little drool from my lips. Mixing with the blood that's already there.

Your arms continue to crush my ribs and my spine and I don't fight. There's nothing resisting you. Nothing to stop you.

The acrid smell of my blood and the scent of my hair mix together. As the referee raises my hand a second time.

It falls. Slapping your side.

You continue the pressure. Continue to grind my body under the weight of your arms.

The referee raises my arm a third time. She let's it go.

And it falls. Right down to your side. You can feel it. Feel my shoulder dropping. Feel my arm--






--NO.

It stops just an inch from hitting your side. Just an inch.

That limp hand curls into a fist. You see my head--shaking--as it slowly lifts. Blood across my face. But my blue eyes are flashing.

The crowd starts to roar. They're chanting my name.

You squeeze again and my back arches, my face crying out at the lights. But my hands are still curled into fists.

My left hand grabs my right wrist. And I look at you, right into your eyes.

And in tribute to Mr. Runnels, with my left hand grabbing my right wrist, I POUND that spot I smashed earlier with the point of my elbow. My elbow directed at your broken nose.



(And by the way, I don't wear elbow pads.)

[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.

[Virginia Dare]

I've got enough sense to land on my good leg. That much good sense. Not much more.

I'm bleeding. My back feels like it's been through a grinder. My ankle can't go anymore. But I'm not done. I even hear Rowan up in the stands and that makes me smile. Any day I can deny Rowan what she wants is a good day.

You land back in the corner. Fantastic. Perfect, in fact.

I quickly hobble forward--the adrenaline dampening the pain in my ankle for now. I've got to take advantage of that. Got to exploit these precious few moments. Time to show Mr. Red Enforcer what happens in Texas when you're as crooked as a dog's hind leg. I'm as hot as a pot of neck bones.

Time to clean your plow, Red. And I'm jumping like hot grease on a skillet.

I start dropping lefts and rights to your jaw. Fast as small town gossip. Wilder than a peach orchard boar. And when the referee starts counting four, I take one step back, then climb up on the middle rope and doing it again. The ref starts counting again and I let him get all the way up to three before I wave my hips just a little--right in front of your face--spin my fists in a circle and drop a bionic elbow right on your head.

Then, I drop off the middle rope and grab you by the hair and pull you forward so you can do the Ric Flair flop.

At least...that's what's in my head.

Let's see what actually happens.

[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.