Post by hawkeye on Mar 8, 2021 0:48:58 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship. Introducing first, she is the challenger, hailing from Bridgeport California she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Pinstripe Powerhouse, the Neo-Noir Knockout, the Magnificent Moll, this is VERONICA TREYMANE!”
MACHINE GUN BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uf3FOEL3KjE
VERONICA TREYMANE:
The view washed to noir-ish black and white in an instant, but the sound remained quite modern, as evidenced by the deafening roar from the FAWNatics. Accompanied by Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’ the Pinstripe Powerhouse swatted the curtain aside to post up atop the stage where she flicked her trenchcoat aside to reveal the replica Thompson braced against one thigh. Tipping a wink to the camera as it closed in to capture her arrival, the big blonde said, “Out hunting a new nickname, sheamus. After tonight they’ll call me ‘Two Time Treymane’.” Still smiling, ‘Ronnie raised the Thompson and lit up the aisle with a blistering line of pyro. Blowing smoke from the barrel once the drum clicked empty, Treymane dropped the barking iron to her side and made quick time toward the squared circle.
For tonight‘s golden showdown with the One Woman Army, the Neo-Noir knockout wore the ’Cosmic Noir’ version of her standard look, the charcoal gray swiped out for a deep, mellow red that made the white pinstripes of her boy-cut trunks and bustier show all the brighter. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, as did her pads and wrist-tape, while her boots were a matching red. Striding her way up the steps with her Thompson angled over one shoulder, Veronica doffed her Fedora and set it on the ring-post before setting the Thompson down to shrug out of her coat. Said coat immediately went to Senior Official Nick Castle, who ensured it was hanging properly before he draped it over one arm.
“Prompt service as always, Nick.” the challenger said with a smile. “You ready for a big fight tonight?”
“Bethany wouldn’t let me tech’s install a blast shield in one corner,” the ref answered dryly. “So I’m not as ready as I’d like.”
“Don’t you worry, sheamus. I’ll make sure Clayton’s pointing away from you when she blows up. Assuming she’s not a dud.”
Nick arched an eyebrow. “You don’t really believe that, ‘Ronnie.”
“Doesn’t matter either way.” Treymane replied as she hopped onto the second turnbuckle. “Destroyer or dud, Becky Clayton’s kissing the dirt tonight.”
Veronica was still saluting the Treymane Gang when the Announcer went on. “And introducing their opponent! Hailing from Denver, Colorado she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-three pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, the BFG and the Camouflage Crusher! She is the reigning and defending FAWN World Champion, this is BECKY CLAYTON!”
‘White Flag’ grumbled through the speakers, thus ensuring the FAWNatics remained on their feet for a little while longer.
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down
I won't ever hit the ground, hit the ground
Playing dead, I'll never do
Gotta keep an eye on you
Patience is wearing thin, paper thin
Promises broke again, what a sin
But it only feeds my energy
So don't expect no sympathy
Smoke, fire, it's all going up
Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood?
Smoke, fire, flares are going up, flares are going up!
BECKY CLAYTON:
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s arrival, the hardbody battler marching through the curtains to claim the spotlight at the center of the stage with FAWN’s biggest prize strapped tight around her waist. Greeting her Howling Commandos with a double bicep flex that wasn’t so much tickets to the gun show as it was a display of overwhelming firepower, the Peacekeeper reached behind her back one-handed, undid the snaps and raised it overhead. “A thief tried to make off with this last month.” she said to no one in particular. “No way in hell I let a Gangster take it tonight.”
Dedicated to another rousing defense of that precious leather and gold, Clayton slung the strap over her right shoulder and headed for the squared circle. For her fight with the Femme Fatale, she wore her traditional green & brown camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with dark green pads, black boots and few wraps of matte black wrist-tape.
Extending her arms to press the flesh with folks on both sides of the aisle, Clayton made a sharp right when she reached the base of the ramp just to repeat the process for everyone at ringside. With the troops properly rallied Becky stomped up the steel steps and leapt over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, she spun toward the hard camera, then raised the title with one hand and snapped off that trademark salute with the other.
With that done she tossed the strap to Castle and might’ve gone to the challenger’s corner if the ref hadn’t stepped into her path. “Bell will ring soon enough, Becky. You can wait ‘til then.”
“Yeah, I can.” Bex admitted without taking her eyes off Veronica, who returned her stare without a trace of apprehension. “I just don’t WANT to.”
“Nevertheless, I must insist.” Nick countered.
Clayton took it a deep breath, let it out slow. “I’m going to turn her into a Gladiatrix cover when this is over, Nick. Don’t try to stop me.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Satisfied, Becky backpedaled into the corner, her eyes still locked on the Magnificent Moll.
The buzz, which had been building since the arrival of champion and challenger, reached a crescendo when the CLANG of the bell brought both ladies to the center of the ring for another tense stare down.
“I’ve wanted this match for a long time, Veronica.” Clayton’s voice was little more than a whisper. “More than four years, in fact.”
“Didn’t have to wait, Becky.” Treymane answered without hesitation. “Like I told you last time, all you had to do was ask.”
“Yeah, you did. But I didn’t want to beat you when there wasn’t gold on the line.”
Veronica offered the Peacekeeper a faint smile, then rolled her shoulders. “Bad strategy, soldier. History has shown you can’t beat me when there’s gold on the--”
A spine-tingling ‘oooooooohhhhh’ ran through the FAWNatics when Clayton chested into ‘Ronnie forcefully enough to rock the Dangerous Dame back a few steps. “Don’t think I forgot the way you rag-dolled me at the end of that match.” Bex growled. “I’ve held onto that receipt and tonight’s the night it gets paid NNGGHH!”
Not about to let anyone, not even the World Champion, push her around, Treymane smote Clayton’s décolletage with a Forearm Smash that had the brunette stomping around in a circle to walk it off. “C’mon Daisy.” Veronica welcomed her foe forward with beckoning fingers. “You wanted a firefight? It’s right here staring you in the facRRGGGHH!”
Becky pounced, throwing her right arm around the challenger’s neck to pull her down into a snug Side Headlock. Hands knotted against Treymane’s cheek, Clayton bore down tight while simultaneously grrrriiiiiiiiinding ‘Ronnie’s temple against the point of her right hip. “How’s that, honeybunch?” the BFG taunted. “Is that the kinda firefight you--oh, no ya don’t!” Veronica put a hand to the small of Clayton’s back and gave her a rough shove, but she only succeeded in pushing them both a few steps off center. “No, no, no, you’re gonna have to be stronger than that!” Becky shouted to the delight of the Howling Commandos and the consternation of the Treymane Gang. “Need a little more motivation? How about I just squeeeeeeeeze!” Clayton went up on tiptoe before dropping to one knee, forcing Veronica to do the same, lest she lose her footing entirely. “Better find your way out, girl.” Bex huffed. “Because I’m not letting you out without a submissHHRRHH!”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse wrapped her arms around Clayton’s waist and poured on enough pressure to qualify as a Bear Hug. It didn’t break the champ’s Headlock, but it did allow Treymane to force both women to their feet. From there she bull-rushed Becky into the ropes, but Clayton denied the break yet again by bouncing out before Veronica could hook a foot over the strands.
“You must really like the feel of my hip in your temple.” the brunette’s tone was light, albeit slightly breathless considering the pressure of Treymane’s Hug. “Should I start charging you reWHOAH!”
The Neo-Noir Knockout dipped down and popped her hips, not to drop Becky on the back of her head with a Suplex, but simply to hoist her into the air! Headlock be damned, ‘Ronnie tromped across the canvas toward the sanctuary of the strands. And it should be noted that she headed for the far side, rather than backpedal into the set that was only a few steps off her six. The thin, grim line of Clayton’s lips suggested she knew exactly what Veronica was doing, it also explained why she worked the Headlock that much ha-- more ‘OOOOOHHHH’S!’ from the sold out crowd when Veronica muscled Becky over the ropes to set her down on the apron!
“Break.” Treymane huffed loudly. “Break it, Clayton! I’m in the ropRGHRGHRGHRGHRRRRHHH!”
Clayton rocked violently in place to grind the challenger’s noggin and scrape her cheek against the top strand. The punishment didn’t stop until Nick Castle made his presence known and even then it took a count of ‘FOUR!’ to get ‘Ronnie her head back. The Camouflage Crusher raised her hands to shoulder level to confirm the break, though it didn’t stop her from dropping Treymane a sly wink. “I’d have challenged you to Pure Rules if I’d known you were going to be hanging out in the ropes all NNNNGGGHHH!”
Veronica clouted her with a heavy Elbow Smash to the jaw, the sort of shot that would’ve sent Bex tumbling to the floor if she hadn’t hooked an arm over the top rope. “You’ll need ‘em more than I will, Daisy.” Treymane snapped. “That’s a goddamned promHHHRRRGGGH!”
Clayton hit her with a Headbutt to the sternum, the sound of the collision something like a baseball bat striking wet clay. ‘Ronnie sagged in place, went to hook onto the ropes for support and got a pie-face instead, Becky displaying some obvious aggression to impose her will on the other Destroyer. Knees knocking in the wake of that cannonball strike, Treymane wobbled her way to the middle of the ring while Clayton grabbed the rubber-coated steel in both hands and sprang to the top rope like a Lightweight. Launching herself headlong at the Dangerous Dame, Becky extended her right arm for a Lariat lined up flush with the blonde’s jawNO!
Veronica pivoted to the side not to avoid the blow, but to snatch the airborne battler outta the sky. In the same instant she went up on her left foot and laid out with every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds landing atop the gobsmacked brunette! Logic told ‘Ronnie there was no way things would finish so quickly, yet her heart told her to just hook the f*cking leg so that’s what she did, Treymane cranking Clayton’s knee up to within inches of her chin while Castle counted off…
CATCHING POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RngdgMKF3Vk
ONE…
TWO…
Becky kicked out at ‘TWO!’ so Veronica buried both hands in her hair and yanked her off the canvas before she could even begin to soothe her scrambled senses. A single Toe Kick and a bit more tugging trapped Bex’s head between Veronica’s thighs and a Waistlock was all she needed to flip / spin the Peacekeeper onto her shoulders for a-- The Neo-Noir Knockout shot up on tiptoe to put even more ‘ooomph’ on the Powerbomb that PLANTED Clayton on the back of her head and shoulders.
The aftermath left Becky a perfect target for an Alligator Clutch but rather than take a seat on those upturned haunches ‘Ronnie put both hands on the champ’s lower back and somersaulted her over onto her knees. Backing off as Clayton began to stir, Treymane hooked both thumbs into her right knee pad and pulled it down over her boot, thus ensuring a vicious bone on bone THWHONK when she rushed forward and drove a Kneelift between Becky’s eyes! The BFG went down flat and Veronica was right there with her, the challenger collecting both legs in a bundle so she could point Clayton’s rump at the rafters for a count of…
LOW KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ti73WKJVD-Y
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Becky’s escape earned a resounding cheer from the Howling Commandos, though they were quite concerned by the spasmodic, muscle-memory quality of the kick-out. These concerns proved well founded when Treymane dragged the brunette up by her hair and made a point to walk her through a few small circles before flipping her onto her butt with a Snapmare.
“Can’t believe you’re still trying to jump at me, I would’ve thought you’d learned your lesson the first time.” ‘Ronnie muttered after she’d laid claim to each of her rival’s wrists. “Since you’re not clearly not paying attention, it’s time for some remedial education. Let’s start with mat wrestling.”
“Yuuhhh… you snippy bytch.” Clayton grunted, the champ as of yet unaware Treymane had dropped to a seat behind her. “I’ll teach you some goddamned respect before that bell rings agHHHEEEERRRRGGGHH!” Veronica yanked her opponent’s arms backward, then brought her legs up and over, crossing them against the nape of Becky’s neck to secure the Lotus Lock. Eager to inflict as much punishment on Clayton’s upper body as quickly as possible, the Dangerous Dame braced her palms against and boosted her butt into the air so she could craaaaaaank down with her encroaching legs.
LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=medGkN-oSRw
Gritting her teeth as the pressure pushed her forward and down, Bex grumbled “Don’t waste your time.” when Castle stepped in to check on her condition.
The abrupt dismissal chafed Treymane so she bounced in place and squeezed her legs that much tighter. “You sure about that, Becky?” Veronica smiled when she heard the champion voice a soft groan. “Sounds to me like you’re looking for a way ouOOWWWWWW! Let go, Clayton. Let go. Right. Now!”
Becky, who’d managed to secure a rough, groping claw grip on her opponent’s bounty, responded to the demand by squeezing that much harder. “Want these back, honeybunch?” she chided. “Break the hold and I’ll consider SHYT!”
‘Ronnie dropped to her butt, grabbed hold of the champ’s wrists and prized them free of her breasts. Wasn’t nearly enough to sate the blonde’s anger however, as Clayton discovered when the Gorgeous Gangster hunched forward and helped herself to an equally greedy double handful of camouflaged cleavage! This raised a mixed reaction from the FAWNatics, the division almost exclusively between members of the Howling Commandos and Treymane Gang.
“Hear that, Daisy?” Veronica asked in the midst of the first few ‘TAP!’ chants. “They think you’re finished!” she squeezed a little tighter and twisted her wrists once, twice, three times, the former World Champion proving her catty bona fides with her shabby treatment of Clayton’s proud rack.
Bex shook her head ‘no’, either to deny the chant, her rival’s claim or both. Clearly fuming over Treymane’s unfettered access to her girls, Clayton tried to grab the blonde’s wrists, but the awkward angle of her own arms and a timely constriction from the challenger meant she could do nothing but scrabble and writhe in the general direction of the ropes.
“Get out or give up.” Veronica was still working the Breast Claw. It wasn’t a standard tool in her arsenal, but Clayton had started it and she wasn’t about to abandon the tactic if the Peacekeeper couldn’t stop her.
“Why, legs getting tired?” Becky asked without halting her waddling progress. “Feel free to let me go if you’re starting to cramp up, I wouldn’t want to have to carry you through the rest of the maAAARRRRGGHHH F*CK!” Treymane abandoned the claw, set her hands to the mat and pushed up with her arms and out with her legs to bend Clayton forward to such a degree that her forehead was barely six inches from the canvas!
“What do you say, Becky?” Nick asked over the loud wail from his trapped charge. “You want me to call it?”
“NO!” she answered at once. “NO, I’M FINE GODDAMNEERRRGGGGHHH!”
“The hell you are, Daisy.” Treymane countered. “I’ve got you locked up in the Pinstripe Prison and your ass isn’t going anyWHOAHEY!”
Becky finally managed to catch hold of Veronica’s wrists, which allowed her to yank the blonde’s hands away from the mat. Planting her feet as soon as the blonde’s butt touched down, Clayton pushed up and leaned backward to stack her foe on her shoulders in an improvised Matchbook good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Treymane transformed the Lotus into a standard Bodyscissors and popped her hips to drive Becky’s booty into the deck with a heavy THUMP! “Ok, Daisy. You want to stand? C’mon, get your ass up!” ‘Ronnie banged a quick Forearm Smash across the base of Clayton’s skull, then grabbed a handful of hair and forced the brunette to rise alongside her.
“Off her hair, Veronica. You know better.” Castle admonished the challenger when she made a point to yank Clayton’s noggin from side to side.
“We both do, sheamus. Didn’t stop this Daisy from grabbing my tits first chance she got.” That said, Treymane still relinquished the hair-hold for a Cravate, the Pinstripe Powerhouse lacing both hands across the back of Clayton’s neck to wrench her head to one side at a particularly awkward angle. Bent almost double by the simple hold, Bex was forced to stumble around as Veronica turned in a circle. It was fairly subtle as far as a show of domination was concerned, but the low growl in the back of the champion’s throat told her rival it hadn’t gone unnoticed. Torquing the Cravate a little tighter to ensure Clayton remained under her control, ‘Ronnie pumped a single Broadside Kneelift into the brunette’s tummy just for the hell of it, then crouched low and popped her hips to take Becky up, over and down courtesy a Cravate Suplex that THAWHAMMED her down full force on the back of her head and shoulders!
CRAVATE SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0uCbiEgcjs
Clayton tumbled over onto her belly in a heap, the hurtin’ hardbody reduced to so much rumpled bikini meat powerless to prevent Treymane from shooting the Half Nelson and cradling the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Bex shot a shoulder into the air, breaking the count with a whisper to spare. Veronica nodded, made a minor adjustment to her bustier, then cupped Clayton’s ears and hauled her to boot-leather. No theatrics or lip from the challenger now, indeed she remained grimly silent as she switched over to a Wristlock and sent Becky careening into a corner on the far side of the ring. Veteran instinct made Treymane hang back until her foe had ‘BWUNGED’ against the buckles, not that it did anything save delay ’Ronnie’s tummy-on-tits Avalanche Splash by a couple of seconds.
“Don’t you dare crumple on me, Clayton.” Treymane growled in the Peacekeeper’s ear, still very much up in the brunette’s personal space. “I’ve already defended the World Title against the old Becky Clayton. I came here to beat the NEW Becky Clayton.”
No response from the BFG, so Treymane caught another Wristlock and slung her across the squared circle to the opposite corner. No waiting this time around, Veronica was barely two steps behind when Bex whipped ‘round and-- “NNGGGHH!” Becky raised both feet and slammed them into Treymane’s chest!
The Mule Kick sent Veronica sailing through the air to land flat on her back, but damned if the challenger didn’t somersault through the landing to regain her feet and come back at the champ with a Leaping Clothesline! Clayton didn’t have time to duck out of the way so she simply grabbed the top rope in her left hand hooked her right arm across the blonde’s chest. Cupping the nape of ‘Ronnie’s neck with her right hand, Becky went up on tiptoe and slung her attacker straight down, Treymane technically landing on the back of her head, though the inside out nature of her descent meant she came to rest flat on her face, chest and tummy.
CORNER STO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BlI3RWdlO3w
The roar from the Howling Commandos shook the rafters but Becky registered it only vaguely. She was staring holes through Veronica, the champ bristling with rage as those words echoed in her head. “You think I’m going to crumple, honeybunch?” she hissed. “You think you’re gonna push me around however you goddamned please?” The memory of that match raised the hackles on the back of Bex’s neck and thus she felt obligated to raise Veronica as well, which she did via a massive double handful of hair.
The One Woman Army welcomed Treymane back to verticality with a quick Headbutt to the bridge of the nose and followed that by trading in her tress-trap for a Bear Hug that earned a breathy groan from the Neo-Noir Knockout. “I could crumple your ribs right now if I wanted to, Treymane.” she added to the veracity of this threat with another painful constriction. “But I think I’d rather show you how it feels to get rag-dolled when the World Title is on the line. Hold on tight, honeybunch.”
The warning was still hanging between champion and challenger when Clayton dipped her knees and popped her hips to take the Pinstripe Powerhouse up, around and most importantly down, Bex driving down every ounce of her weight to THAWHAM Treymane against the thinly-sheathed plywood. One Belly to Belly Suplex was painful enough, yet the FAWNatics knew ‘Ronnie’s trials were only beginning and they (particularly the Howling Commandos) roared all the louder when Clayton reapplied the Waistlock and clambered back to verticality with Treymane wriggling in her clutches. Second verse, same as the first, albeit with a little more ‘oomph’ as the ring seemed to shiver quite violently in the aftermath of the collision.
“This feel like I’m crumpling to you, baby?” Becky gave the Waistlock another rough squeeze, then leaned down and planted a smooch on the crown of the blonde’s skull before she hauled her back to verticality. “Come on.” Clayton huffed in Veronica’s face as she poured on enough pressure to convert her Waistlock to a full-on Bear Hug. “C’mon, where’d that tuff talk go? I thought you wanted to be a two-time World Cha--”
Treymane’s arms came up in the telltale ‘T’ shape that foretold a Bell Ringer or some other bit of head smashing nastiness. The Camouflage Crusher was in no mood to end in the middle of her set, so she sent another pulse through the Hug, then dropped into a deep crouch so she could most of the way to the opposite corner courtesy of an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex!
HAT TRICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKV8R_S1lQQ
Enduring a Hat Trick from a fired-up Rebecca Clayton would’ve kept most wrestlers smeared across the canvas for quite some time, yet neither Bex or the capacity crowd were really surprised when Veronica scrambled to her feet almost at once. Which wasn’t to say she’d already shaken off the brunette’s punishment because that was simply wasn’t true. Indeed Treymane might’ve been upright, but her knees were shaking, her butt was wobbly and she collapsed (’crumpled’ Becky thought in a burst of savage joy) into the buckles with her arms thrown over the top rope to keep from dropping flat on her ass.
Elsewhere, Bex planted a smooch on her fingertips and promptly administered said fingertips to her rump before charging the breathless blonde at top speed! Treymane saw it coming but couldn’t do anything save brace for impact when the One Woman Army whipped ‘round in a half circle and ‘THWHUMPED the medicine ball of her ass into Veronica’s fluttering tummy! The Dangerous Dame let out a wheezy whine that grew quite a bit louder when Clayton slipped an arm between her legs and muscled her onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. All smiles now that she’d reduced the previously rampaging challenger to little more than a groaning accessory, Becky stomped out to the center of the ring and turned a full rotation before coming to a stop facing the hard camera. “WHADDA YA SAY?” she bellowed to the crowd. “IS THIS DAISY TOUGH ENOUGH TO GO FOR A SPIN?”
The Treymane Gang didn’t much care for the emphasis Clayton put on ‘Daisy’, but their objections were overruled by the rest of the crowd, who wanted to see how ‘Ronnie would respond to such adversity. Bolstered by their roar, Becky began to spin in earnest. Slow at first, but gradually growing faster and faster until Veronica was stretched out full length, her arms and legs dangling sadly until-- Clayton came to an abrupt stop, rocked up on her heels and dropped backward to PLANT Treymane on the mat with a huge Samoan Drop! Reclined across Veronica’s midsection like it was the most natural perch in the world, Becky pulled the blonde’s near leg up in a tight Cradle to dismiss Treymane’s golden dreams after a count of…
STALLING SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sYHBGSkP1X4
ONE….
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Neo-Noir Knockout twisted out from under the champ, a display of grit that earned a nod from Clayton. “Still want the best I’ve got, ‘Ronnie?” Becky asked after she’d raked a hand through her hair.
“Yuuuhh… you’re damned right, I do.” Treymane groaned. “You haven’t run out already, have OOOFFFHHH!”
The Peacekeeper was still seated beside her blonde, so she crooked an arm overhead and fell back to spike the point of that elbow into the hollow of her foe’s back. Veronica groaned again, started to roll away and cursed quite audibly when Clayton caught an ankle in each hand. Rising to her full height with the blonde’s gams under her control, Bex stretched Treymane’s legs in a wide ‘V’, then raised a foot and STOMPED on the pit of her stomach! “Don’t you worry honeybunch, I’ve got more than enough to send you back through that curtain with the loser’s purSERRGH!”
Veronica wrenched one foot free of Clayton’s grasp and kicked her in the thigh as a receipt for the belly blow! Becky grimaced, doubled down on Treymane’s captured ankle and cranked that leg forward so she could gouge half a dozen rough Toe Kicks into the backside of the challenger’s thigh. “Bytch!” Veronica tried to sit up, a task that was all but impossible with Clayton pulling and twisting on her ankle.
“You better put some respect in your tone when you call me that.” the One Woman Army hissed after she’d corralled the blonde’s kicking leg once again. “Better yet, just keep your mouth shut until you’re ready to tap out!” On that commanding note she stuffed Veronica’s boots under her armpits, then locked her hands to ensure she couldn’t get loose again. In one smooth motion she yanked the Gorgeous Gangster up, then rolled her onto her belly and stepped over, the big brunette sitting down snug in the hollow of Treymane’s back.
Boston Crab, Becky Clayton to Veronica Treymane.
BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ueSPU8ARKw
“AAAWWWWW GAAAAAAHD!” ‘Ronnie pounded a fist against the mat, then wrapped both arms across the back of her head to muffle that shriek of anguish.
Rocking in place to put even more strain on the blonde’s spine, Bex worked the hold for almost fifteen seconds without saying so much as a word. It wasn’t until she heard Nick walking over that she said, “Done for tonight, Veronica? The look on Castle’s face says he’s legitimately concerned about--DAMMIT!”
Having endured the initial shock of the torturous hold, Treymane braced both palms against the mat and muscled herself a good six inches off the canvas! It was an impressive show of strength to be sure, however, the referee was still close and he didn’t much care for the curve of his charge’s back. “Talk to me, Veronica. Are you hanging in there? Do you need me to call--”
“I need you to keep quiet while I’m trying to fight my way out of a jam, sheamus.” the blonde answered even as she started to drag herself closer to the ropes. “This little obstacle course is tough enough without you RRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Clayton unloaded a few short-range Butt Bombs against the Pinstripe Powerhouse’s back and was delighted to hear Treymane’s tummy collide with the mat. “This isn’t an obstacle course, honeybunch. This is a war zone. Hell, this is the fight of your--”
Long term lower back issues be damned, Veronica Treymane pushed her arms to full extension so she drag the Camouflage Crusher across the canvas. “Hhhrrgghhh is motivating me really your best play, Daisy?” the former World Champ rasped as she drew closer and closer to freedom. “Last time you motivated me I plucked you out of the air and Powerbombed you three times in a rrrrrrrggggggggghhhh!”
Becky eased off on the pressure just so she could slide back and settle down, the One Woman Army putting all her weight across the other woman’s shoulders. “Sure you want to bring that up, bytch? I’m not sure your back is strong enough for a trip down Memory Lane right--”
Treymane scuffed / slid her way forward and grabbed the bottom rope in a death grip. “I think I’ll be just fine, Daisy. Now break the hold!”
Bex waited a moment before tossing the challenger’s stems aside with obvious disdain. Returned to verticality shortly thereafter, she waited for Veronica to make it to all fours, then dropped down to THWHUMP her butt into the challenger’s lower back! The Treymane Gang didn’t much care for that little add-on but the Howling Commandos thought it was great, as evidenced by their raucous cheers when Clayton thanked them with a brawny double bicep flex.
Her opposition wasn’t doing much in the way of flexing at the moment, though she did have one pressed to her back in an effort to soothe the worst of those aches and pains. “C’mon honey!” Becky smacked her hands against her thighs to get the other wrestler’s attention. “Stop milking the ropes and get out here!”
Treymane scowled, rose to her full height and swiped a forearm across her brow to get the hair out of her eyes. “Are you sure you’re ready to go, babe?” the challenger countered. “Looks like you’re not done preening for the cameras quite yet.”
Clayton gave her a smile utterly lacking in humor or warmth. “You’re right, I’m not done yet. I won’t be until my boot is on your chest.”
Veronica’s eyes narrowed to angry slots. “You don’t have what it takes.”
“Why don’t you get your ass out of the ropes before you tell me what I can and can’t NGH! NGH! NGH!”
The Neo-Noir Knockout did as bade, coming straight for the champ with a quick trio of straight jabs that pak-pak-PAAAKED against Clayton’s chin! Bex ceded a few steps, then steadied her footing and pumped a single heavy Kneelift into the blonde’s tummy. Catching hold of Treymane’s punchin’ wrist, Becky yanked her into a quick Shoulderblock to the sternum just so she could nudge her backward to create a little separation. That was all she needed to drop a shoulder and sling the blonde into the strands via an Irish Whip. Her trip was uneventful until she returned to the middle of the ring, whereupon Clayton wrapped one hand around her throat and stuffed the other into the pit of her stomach. Knees slightly bent, Becky hoisted Veronica into the rafters in a perfect Military PreNOOOO!
Treymane floated free of the brunette’s grip to land safely on her six. “AAAARRRGGGHHH!” Clayton sobbed aloud, the FAWN champ’s hands shooting up to claw at invisible attackers when Treymane caught hold of her waistband and reeled her into a brutal right hook to the liver! The pinpoint body blow doubled Becky over, so the Dangerous Dame turned that trunk-tuggin’ into a full on wedgie that stood her up on tipto--“EEEEERRRGGGGHH!” ‘Ronnie whipped ‘round in a circle to come out the other side with an Elbow Smash that caught Clayton flush on the back of the head! Bex pitched forward in a facedown sprawl and Treymane dropped alongside her, the resurgent challenger shoveling Clayton onto her back to collect the far leg in Cradle good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Becky shot an arm into the air, her raised index finger letting everyone know she wasn’t about to flee this battlefield. “You’re not posing over anything tonight, Daisy.” Veronica promised as she pulled the brunette to her feet with a hearty handful of hair. “But something tells me Gladiatrix will get dozens of great shots of you sprawled on the canvas!”
A quick Kneelift doubled Clayton over and allowed Treymane to position herself on the champ’s left side. From there she caught hold of Becky’s left wrist and threaded it back through the brunette’s thighs so she could take it in her right hand. With her left hand free, Veronica treated herself to a half dozen hard swats to the BFG’s be-wedgied cheeks before she reached over Clayton’s back and slipped that limb under her right arm to complete the Pumphandle. Trap set, she hoisted Bex up to chest-level, then sank to one knee to THWHUNK Clayton’s back across the sturdy plank of her posted thigh.
JOURNEY INTO FEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NveVCILQpZA
Shuddering and groaning in the wake of her Journey into Fear, Becky tumbled onto her back, just to cry out in distress when Treymane took command of both ankles and pinned them up in the vicinity of her ears. No simple Matchbook this, the Pinstripe Powerhouse sidled around and Splashed down across those upturned haunches to put a whole lotta pressure on Clayton’s diaphragm while Nick counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Becky twisted out from under the blonde to preserve her title reign for the time being, though Treymane was still a clear and present danger to--“OOOOFFFHHH!” The Magnificent Moll gave Clayton a cheeky taste of her own medicine by smashing a Butt Bomb into the champ’s lower back! “How’s that mat feel, Daisy?” Veronica pressed a palm to the side of Becky’s face and puuuuuuuussssssshed down to ensure that her opponent got the most of the experience. “Nice and cool, right? You wanna stay down there and enjoy--”
Bex swatted the hand away, tried to grab hold of the challenger’s wrist and got her hair pulled HARD for her efforts. “Bytch.” she growled. “You think I’d really stay down for rrrrrggggghhhh!”
Veronica gave her another rough tug, then switched over to a Chinlock to stop Castle from complaining about the illegal tactic. “I don’t care either way, I just wanted to scuff you up after that crap you pulled in the ropes!” Clayton didn’t get a chance to offer a rejoinder before Treymane switched over to a Wristlock and hauled her to boot-leather. Swinging Bex through a full circle either to keep her off balance or possibly just show off her control, Veronica ground to a halt and hurled the disheveled Destroyer into a corner on the far side of the ring. Becky turned into it at the last possible second, the champ unable to stifle an audible groan when her back BWUUUNGED against the roughly-padded steel. The force of it actually bounced Clayton out of the corner, problem was she only made it a step or two before Veronica barreled in and SMASHED her back against the buckles with an Avalanche Splash!
“C’mon soldier, let’s see how much you really want to be World Champion.” Treymane told the Camouflage Crusher moments before she prized her out of the corner and ‘hupped’ her onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. She could’ve marched Bex out to the middle of the ring for any number of unpleasant things, so the FAWNatics were pleasantly surprised when the Dangerous Dame climbed onto the second rope! Nodding to the crowd when they started to cheer, Veronica put her right foot on the top rope, then pushed off and dropped back through the void to THUWHAM Clayton against the deck with a massive Avalanche Samoan Drop!
AVALANCHE SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jERy8d1nsTY
Becky bounced up and tumbled clear of the crash site which saved her from an immediate pin attempt as Treymane took several seconds to regain her own wind following the jarring collision. The lull almost earned a count from the Senior Official, but Becky rolled to all fours and Veronica made it to one knee. As of yet unaware of the challenger’s recovery, Clayton pushed back onto her haunches and-- “HHHHRRRRGGGGGHH!”
Treymane caught her from behind with a Waistlock that transformed into a Reverse Bear Hug when she drove the BFG down flat on her belly! Slinging a leg over Becky’s hips to better keep her glued to the mat, Treymane inched her way up Clayton’s bod so she was hunkered down atop the brunette’s buns with the Hug cinched tight just beneath her breasts. “Give up.” Veronica didn’t just whisper in Becky’s ear, she made a point to gouge her chin into the hollow of her rival’s left shoulder. Clayton shook her head ‘no’, tried to rise, then cursed in frustration when Treymane hooked her boots against the brunette’s calves and stretched her legs wide to force her back down.
“You hanging in there, Becky?” Nick asked after the Destroyer sent several more seconds in the gut-churning hold. Clayton nodded, braced her palms against the mat and pushed up as high as she could, though doing so put an awful strain on her lower back. “I’m fine, Nick.” the champ grunted. “It’s going to take more than a little snuggle to get that belt from around my waistTEERRRRGGHHH!”
‘Ronnie poured on the squeeze and leaned into her brunette, the increased strain forcing Clayton to collapse onto her elbows. “Yeah, you’re doing fine, aren’t ya, Daisy?” Treymane chided. “You’re doin’ so fine you ought to have no problem crawling to the ropes, right? Better yet, why don’t you try to BREAK. MY. GRIP!” She emphasized those last three words with progressively harder squeezes and a well-timed trio of hip smashes to Clayton’s upturned glutes.
That tawdry bit of psychological warfare earned audible roars from the assembled FAWNatics and a growl from Becky, the One Woman Army clearly infuriated by her opponent’s domination. The Dangerous Dame kept the pressure steady, kept her weight spread out to slow Clayton’s progress to a crawl. “You can growl and mean mug all you want.” Treymane huffed. “But it’s not going to get you out of this--” the Camouflage Crusher clambered back onto her palms and started to make her way to the ropes, a trek made all the more impressive when you realized the challenger had neutralized her legs. Veronica kept those hooks sunk deep until Bex was less than a foot from the ropes, then she broke the Grapevine and got to her feet so she could draaaaaaaaaaaaag Clayton back to the center of the squared circle.
“DAMN YOU!” Clayton barked as the strands receded from her grasp. “Swear to God, Treymane. I’m gonna put you through this maHEEEYY NNNNGGGGGGHHH!”
Veronica dropped into a deep crouch and muscled her opponent off the canvas in a slow motion bridge that picked up a whole lotta speed when she crested the apex and ultimately PLANTED Clayton high and tight on the back of her head and shoulders! Treymane bridged up on her tiptoes, all the better to keep her rival folded in half while Nick counted off…
DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z68fKdIvNWE
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Becky twisted her shoulders off the mat to break the cover, alas it didn’t free her from Veronica’s Waistlock, which remained stubbornly in place. “Think it‘s about time I sent you on your way, Daisy.” the Neo-Noir Knockout gouged her knotted fists into Clayton’s sweat-tacky tummy as she got the both of ‘em back to their feet. “But I’ll keep the World Title for my troubles. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Thuuuhhh… the only thing you’re taking from me is a beatWHOAHHRRRGH!”
Veronica hoisted the brunette off her feet just to drop to one knee, the challenger spiking her foe’s tailbone with an Atomic Drop. Finally breaking the Waistlock after she’d set Clayton’s knees to knocking, Treymane spun the champ around and doubled her over with a Toe Kick that let her reel the other Destroyer into a Standing Headscissors. Breaking into a smile as she squeezed Becky’s noggin between her thighs, ‘Ronnie raised both hands and brought ‘em down in a paddle that CLAPPED against her foe’s rump! From there she cinched her arms around Clayton’s waist and muscled / flipped the brunette onto her shoulders and whipped her back the way she’d came, the Magnificent Moll just THAWHAMMING Becky into the deck with a ring-shivering Powerbomb!
Nick swooped in to make a count only to clear off when Treymane set her feet and puuuuuuuuuuuuulled Clayton up into the stall position for another Powerbomb. Veronica waited for a moment, then snapped forward and down to put another Becky-shaped divot in the deck. Still no cover from the challenger, she gathered her reserves and hoisted the brunette skyward for her third and final Powerbomb. Tormented by memories of their heroine’s previous encounter with Treymane, the Howling Commandos roared at the top of their lungs, hoping against hope that their massed energy could break the Gangster’s gri-- outright pandemonium from the floor seats to the rafters when the BFG raised her right arm overhead and brought the point of that elbow down onto the crown of her opponent’s skull once, twice, three times!
‘Ronnie wobbled in place without releasing her grip, so Clayton snatched hold of her hair and cranked her head back at an awkward angle, all the better to THUMP a heavy Hammer Fist into the bridge of the blonde’s nose. That finally popped the lock of Treymane’s hands and Becky capitalized on the jailbreak by wriggling clear of the challenger’s shoulders. Seeing Veronica’s hands fly to her aching face, Clayton caught hold of her wrists and prized them away so she could drive another scintillating Headbutt! Already trembling, Treymane’s knees buckled and she collapsed to all fours only to find herself drawn into a Standing Headscissors from the resurgent World Champion.
“Payback time, honeybunch.” Bex grunted after she’d secured a Waistlock of her own. No response save for a groan between her thighs, so Clayton muscled her up and THWHAMMED her down! The collision bounced Treymane up by an inch or two, more than enough for Becky to hoist her all the way back to start just to THWHAM Veronica against the canvas-sheathed plywood. Treymane’s shoulders remained smeared across the canvas in the wake of that second ‘Bomb, so Castle swooped in beside her and counted out…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
It wasn’t clear if the Pinstripe Powerhouse twitched a shoulder off the mat or if Clayton ‘helped’ her beat the count, but however it happened it resulted in the brunette sloooooooowly lifting her foe back into place. The Commandos were eager for Clayton to complete the trifecta so they were rather surprised when Bex put both hands to the undersides of the challenger’s thighs and spun her from Powerbomb to Electric Chair in the blink of an eye. “Ya didn’t think I was just going to copy you move for move, did ya?” Becky muttered as she grabbed hold of Treymane’s wrists and pulled her down low enough to take hold of her biceps. “No way, ‘Ronnie. This is coming with some interest!”
Yanking up and forward, Clayton ducked her head so she could move the blonde from the Electric Chair to a gut-first perch over her right shoulder. Pumping Treymane up and down like she was some awkwardly shaped bit of gym equipment, Bex swung her way through three full rotations before she tossed Veronica into the air and caught her noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock even as both ladies plummeted to the mat with a resounding THWHAM! It wasn’t an easy landing for Becky but it was a genuine SNAFU for Veronica, the big blonde landing flat on her face, chest and tummy. Clayton pivoted around and rolled Treymane over so she could bundle both legs in a Back Press that left her rival’s pinstripes pointed at the rafters through…
SNAFU:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bFK-fCMpYWM
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Veronica tore free with a whisper to spare, her escape coming so late Nick Castle waved a ‘no’ to the Timekeeper to make sure the bell didn’t sound in error. Unable to keep the shock off her face, Becky raked both hands through her hair before returning them to Treymane’s battle-damp locks. “You want some more, honeybunch?” Clayton’s voice was barely a whisper. “Here’s something I’ve been waiting to show you.”
Tottering to her feet with ‘Ronnie practically slumped against her for support, the Peacekeeper swung around to the challenger’s left side and grabbed hold of that wrist just to stuff it back between Treymane’s thighs. Once she’d taken possession of that wrist in her right hand, Clayton hunched over Veronica’s back and threaded her left arm under the blonde’s right bicep, then wrenched it backward in a Pumphandle strong enough to flip the Dangerous Dame onto her right shoulder. Just like that she popped up on her right foot and laid out on that side to PLANT Treymane down on the back of her head and shoulders as the latest victim of Alpha Charlie.
ALPHA CHARLIE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTRE39XyjxM
Veronica tumbled onto her stomach in a boneless lurch, perhaps some last ditch instinctual effort to keep off her back, alas the tactic didn’t work for more than a couple heartbeats as Clayton bulled her the rest of the way over and clambered aboard. Hooking ‘Ronnie behind the knees, Bex crawled north and leeeeeeeeeeeeaned down until her forehead was touching the mat and her furnace-warm tummy was pressed to the blonde’s face through…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The Peacekeeper tossed Treymane’s legs aside with the clang of the bell, though rather than rise to her feet she maintained her seat atop the vulnerable challenger, Clayton making sure the fork of her crotch was snug to Veronica’s chin while she offered the Commandos a double bicep flex and the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… BECKY CLAYTON!”
Nick came over with the World Title in hand, fully expecting her to sling it over one shoulder. Imagine his surprise when she waved him off and turned her focus the penitent Pinstripe Powerhouse. “Now we’re even, honeybunch.” Clayton huffed. “At least as far as the record books are concerned. Far as bulletin board material goes,” Becky leaned back and treated her buns to a stereo swat, “I think I’m about to take the--”
‘Lead’ was swallowed by a concerned roar from the crowd when the lights went out!
Clayton spun off her mount at once, the BFG putting her head on a swivel to defend against whatever threat stalked the dark. Several seconds ticked by before the gloom and the noise were pierced by the ‘THOOMP’ of a spotlight hitting center. This wasn’t the searing white skewer favored by most FAWN talents, however. This was an ugly, arterial red that gave the impression of a giant column of blood pouring from the ceiling. Standing in the center of this crimson column was none other than the Darling of the Abattoir herself, Adelaide Brewster.
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
“You have something we want, chattel.” Brewster told the champ once the roar died down. “Something we need. Something we THIRST for. We mean to have it, and we’ll take it whenever we want.”
Becky grabbed the title from Castle, marched to the ropes and raised it high overhead. “You want your shot at this, Chocula?” she barked. “Walk that spooky ass down here and I’ll stake you on the spot!”
Adelaide smiled, let her tongue trace the points of her canines. “Chattel in the chute does not have luxury of ordering the killing stroke. Their lot is simply to wait until the hammer falls and brings the blessed dark. Such is your lot too, Clayton. You just don’t know it yet.”
Becky shook her head in disgust, then draped the belt over one shoulder. “Talk all you want, honeybunch. But when the time comes for that hammer to fall, I’ll be holding it. And it’ll drive a stake right through your miserable heart.”
“You speak as though that would be enough to finish me off. Keep your blood high, chattel. I prefer my meals hot.”
With that the spotlight winked out and when it house lights returned Brewster had vanished, leaving Clayton and the rest of the FAWNatics to wonder when the Weeping Angel would make her move.
MACHINE GUN BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uf3FOEL3KjE
VERONICA TREYMANE:
The view washed to noir-ish black and white in an instant, but the sound remained quite modern, as evidenced by the deafening roar from the FAWNatics. Accompanied by Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’ the Pinstripe Powerhouse swatted the curtain aside to post up atop the stage where she flicked her trenchcoat aside to reveal the replica Thompson braced against one thigh. Tipping a wink to the camera as it closed in to capture her arrival, the big blonde said, “Out hunting a new nickname, sheamus. After tonight they’ll call me ‘Two Time Treymane’.” Still smiling, ‘Ronnie raised the Thompson and lit up the aisle with a blistering line of pyro. Blowing smoke from the barrel once the drum clicked empty, Treymane dropped the barking iron to her side and made quick time toward the squared circle.
For tonight‘s golden showdown with the One Woman Army, the Neo-Noir knockout wore the ’Cosmic Noir’ version of her standard look, the charcoal gray swiped out for a deep, mellow red that made the white pinstripes of her boy-cut trunks and bustier show all the brighter. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, as did her pads and wrist-tape, while her boots were a matching red. Striding her way up the steps with her Thompson angled over one shoulder, Veronica doffed her Fedora and set it on the ring-post before setting the Thompson down to shrug out of her coat. Said coat immediately went to Senior Official Nick Castle, who ensured it was hanging properly before he draped it over one arm.
“Prompt service as always, Nick.” the challenger said with a smile. “You ready for a big fight tonight?”
“Bethany wouldn’t let me tech’s install a blast shield in one corner,” the ref answered dryly. “So I’m not as ready as I’d like.”
“Don’t you worry, sheamus. I’ll make sure Clayton’s pointing away from you when she blows up. Assuming she’s not a dud.”
Nick arched an eyebrow. “You don’t really believe that, ‘Ronnie.”
“Doesn’t matter either way.” Treymane replied as she hopped onto the second turnbuckle. “Destroyer or dud, Becky Clayton’s kissing the dirt tonight.”
Veronica was still saluting the Treymane Gang when the Announcer went on. “And introducing their opponent! Hailing from Denver, Colorado she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-three pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, the BFG and the Camouflage Crusher! She is the reigning and defending FAWN World Champion, this is BECKY CLAYTON!”
‘White Flag’ grumbled through the speakers, thus ensuring the FAWNatics remained on their feet for a little while longer.
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down
I won't ever hit the ground, hit the ground
Playing dead, I'll never do
Gotta keep an eye on you
Patience is wearing thin, paper thin
Promises broke again, what a sin
But it only feeds my energy
So don't expect no sympathy
Smoke, fire, it's all going up
Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood?
Smoke, fire, flares are going up, flares are going up!
BECKY CLAYTON:
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s arrival, the hardbody battler marching through the curtains to claim the spotlight at the center of the stage with FAWN’s biggest prize strapped tight around her waist. Greeting her Howling Commandos with a double bicep flex that wasn’t so much tickets to the gun show as it was a display of overwhelming firepower, the Peacekeeper reached behind her back one-handed, undid the snaps and raised it overhead. “A thief tried to make off with this last month.” she said to no one in particular. “No way in hell I let a Gangster take it tonight.”
Dedicated to another rousing defense of that precious leather and gold, Clayton slung the strap over her right shoulder and headed for the squared circle. For her fight with the Femme Fatale, she wore her traditional green & brown camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with dark green pads, black boots and few wraps of matte black wrist-tape.
Extending her arms to press the flesh with folks on both sides of the aisle, Clayton made a sharp right when she reached the base of the ramp just to repeat the process for everyone at ringside. With the troops properly rallied Becky stomped up the steel steps and leapt over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, she spun toward the hard camera, then raised the title with one hand and snapped off that trademark salute with the other.
With that done she tossed the strap to Castle and might’ve gone to the challenger’s corner if the ref hadn’t stepped into her path. “Bell will ring soon enough, Becky. You can wait ‘til then.”
“Yeah, I can.” Bex admitted without taking her eyes off Veronica, who returned her stare without a trace of apprehension. “I just don’t WANT to.”
“Nevertheless, I must insist.” Nick countered.
Clayton took it a deep breath, let it out slow. “I’m going to turn her into a Gladiatrix cover when this is over, Nick. Don’t try to stop me.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Satisfied, Becky backpedaled into the corner, her eyes still locked on the Magnificent Moll.
The buzz, which had been building since the arrival of champion and challenger, reached a crescendo when the CLANG of the bell brought both ladies to the center of the ring for another tense stare down.
“I’ve wanted this match for a long time, Veronica.” Clayton’s voice was little more than a whisper. “More than four years, in fact.”
“Didn’t have to wait, Becky.” Treymane answered without hesitation. “Like I told you last time, all you had to do was ask.”
“Yeah, you did. But I didn’t want to beat you when there wasn’t gold on the line.”
Veronica offered the Peacekeeper a faint smile, then rolled her shoulders. “Bad strategy, soldier. History has shown you can’t beat me when there’s gold on the--”
A spine-tingling ‘oooooooohhhhh’ ran through the FAWNatics when Clayton chested into ‘Ronnie forcefully enough to rock the Dangerous Dame back a few steps. “Don’t think I forgot the way you rag-dolled me at the end of that match.” Bex growled. “I’ve held onto that receipt and tonight’s the night it gets paid NNGGHH!”
Not about to let anyone, not even the World Champion, push her around, Treymane smote Clayton’s décolletage with a Forearm Smash that had the brunette stomping around in a circle to walk it off. “C’mon Daisy.” Veronica welcomed her foe forward with beckoning fingers. “You wanted a firefight? It’s right here staring you in the facRRGGGHH!”
Becky pounced, throwing her right arm around the challenger’s neck to pull her down into a snug Side Headlock. Hands knotted against Treymane’s cheek, Clayton bore down tight while simultaneously grrrriiiiiiiiinding ‘Ronnie’s temple against the point of her right hip. “How’s that, honeybunch?” the BFG taunted. “Is that the kinda firefight you--oh, no ya don’t!” Veronica put a hand to the small of Clayton’s back and gave her a rough shove, but she only succeeded in pushing them both a few steps off center. “No, no, no, you’re gonna have to be stronger than that!” Becky shouted to the delight of the Howling Commandos and the consternation of the Treymane Gang. “Need a little more motivation? How about I just squeeeeeeeeze!” Clayton went up on tiptoe before dropping to one knee, forcing Veronica to do the same, lest she lose her footing entirely. “Better find your way out, girl.” Bex huffed. “Because I’m not letting you out without a submissHHRRHH!”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse wrapped her arms around Clayton’s waist and poured on enough pressure to qualify as a Bear Hug. It didn’t break the champ’s Headlock, but it did allow Treymane to force both women to their feet. From there she bull-rushed Becky into the ropes, but Clayton denied the break yet again by bouncing out before Veronica could hook a foot over the strands.
“You must really like the feel of my hip in your temple.” the brunette’s tone was light, albeit slightly breathless considering the pressure of Treymane’s Hug. “Should I start charging you reWHOAH!”
The Neo-Noir Knockout dipped down and popped her hips, not to drop Becky on the back of her head with a Suplex, but simply to hoist her into the air! Headlock be damned, ‘Ronnie tromped across the canvas toward the sanctuary of the strands. And it should be noted that she headed for the far side, rather than backpedal into the set that was only a few steps off her six. The thin, grim line of Clayton’s lips suggested she knew exactly what Veronica was doing, it also explained why she worked the Headlock that much ha-- more ‘OOOOOHHHH’S!’ from the sold out crowd when Veronica muscled Becky over the ropes to set her down on the apron!
“Break.” Treymane huffed loudly. “Break it, Clayton! I’m in the ropRGHRGHRGHRGHRRRRHHH!”
Clayton rocked violently in place to grind the challenger’s noggin and scrape her cheek against the top strand. The punishment didn’t stop until Nick Castle made his presence known and even then it took a count of ‘FOUR!’ to get ‘Ronnie her head back. The Camouflage Crusher raised her hands to shoulder level to confirm the break, though it didn’t stop her from dropping Treymane a sly wink. “I’d have challenged you to Pure Rules if I’d known you were going to be hanging out in the ropes all NNNNGGGHHH!”
Veronica clouted her with a heavy Elbow Smash to the jaw, the sort of shot that would’ve sent Bex tumbling to the floor if she hadn’t hooked an arm over the top rope. “You’ll need ‘em more than I will, Daisy.” Treymane snapped. “That’s a goddamned promHHHRRRGGGH!”
Clayton hit her with a Headbutt to the sternum, the sound of the collision something like a baseball bat striking wet clay. ‘Ronnie sagged in place, went to hook onto the ropes for support and got a pie-face instead, Becky displaying some obvious aggression to impose her will on the other Destroyer. Knees knocking in the wake of that cannonball strike, Treymane wobbled her way to the middle of the ring while Clayton grabbed the rubber-coated steel in both hands and sprang to the top rope like a Lightweight. Launching herself headlong at the Dangerous Dame, Becky extended her right arm for a Lariat lined up flush with the blonde’s jawNO!
Veronica pivoted to the side not to avoid the blow, but to snatch the airborne battler outta the sky. In the same instant she went up on her left foot and laid out with every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds landing atop the gobsmacked brunette! Logic told ‘Ronnie there was no way things would finish so quickly, yet her heart told her to just hook the f*cking leg so that’s what she did, Treymane cranking Clayton’s knee up to within inches of her chin while Castle counted off…
CATCHING POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RngdgMKF3Vk
ONE…
TWO…
Becky kicked out at ‘TWO!’ so Veronica buried both hands in her hair and yanked her off the canvas before she could even begin to soothe her scrambled senses. A single Toe Kick and a bit more tugging trapped Bex’s head between Veronica’s thighs and a Waistlock was all she needed to flip / spin the Peacekeeper onto her shoulders for a-- The Neo-Noir Knockout shot up on tiptoe to put even more ‘ooomph’ on the Powerbomb that PLANTED Clayton on the back of her head and shoulders.
The aftermath left Becky a perfect target for an Alligator Clutch but rather than take a seat on those upturned haunches ‘Ronnie put both hands on the champ’s lower back and somersaulted her over onto her knees. Backing off as Clayton began to stir, Treymane hooked both thumbs into her right knee pad and pulled it down over her boot, thus ensuring a vicious bone on bone THWHONK when she rushed forward and drove a Kneelift between Becky’s eyes! The BFG went down flat and Veronica was right there with her, the challenger collecting both legs in a bundle so she could point Clayton’s rump at the rafters for a count of…
LOW KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ti73WKJVD-Y
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Becky’s escape earned a resounding cheer from the Howling Commandos, though they were quite concerned by the spasmodic, muscle-memory quality of the kick-out. These concerns proved well founded when Treymane dragged the brunette up by her hair and made a point to walk her through a few small circles before flipping her onto her butt with a Snapmare.
“Can’t believe you’re still trying to jump at me, I would’ve thought you’d learned your lesson the first time.” ‘Ronnie muttered after she’d laid claim to each of her rival’s wrists. “Since you’re not clearly not paying attention, it’s time for some remedial education. Let’s start with mat wrestling.”
“Yuuhhh… you snippy bytch.” Clayton grunted, the champ as of yet unaware Treymane had dropped to a seat behind her. “I’ll teach you some goddamned respect before that bell rings agHHHEEEERRRRGGGHH!” Veronica yanked her opponent’s arms backward, then brought her legs up and over, crossing them against the nape of Becky’s neck to secure the Lotus Lock. Eager to inflict as much punishment on Clayton’s upper body as quickly as possible, the Dangerous Dame braced her palms against and boosted her butt into the air so she could craaaaaaank down with her encroaching legs.
LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=medGkN-oSRw
Gritting her teeth as the pressure pushed her forward and down, Bex grumbled “Don’t waste your time.” when Castle stepped in to check on her condition.
The abrupt dismissal chafed Treymane so she bounced in place and squeezed her legs that much tighter. “You sure about that, Becky?” Veronica smiled when she heard the champion voice a soft groan. “Sounds to me like you’re looking for a way ouOOWWWWWW! Let go, Clayton. Let go. Right. Now!”
Becky, who’d managed to secure a rough, groping claw grip on her opponent’s bounty, responded to the demand by squeezing that much harder. “Want these back, honeybunch?” she chided. “Break the hold and I’ll consider SHYT!”
‘Ronnie dropped to her butt, grabbed hold of the champ’s wrists and prized them free of her breasts. Wasn’t nearly enough to sate the blonde’s anger however, as Clayton discovered when the Gorgeous Gangster hunched forward and helped herself to an equally greedy double handful of camouflaged cleavage! This raised a mixed reaction from the FAWNatics, the division almost exclusively between members of the Howling Commandos and Treymane Gang.
“Hear that, Daisy?” Veronica asked in the midst of the first few ‘TAP!’ chants. “They think you’re finished!” she squeezed a little tighter and twisted her wrists once, twice, three times, the former World Champion proving her catty bona fides with her shabby treatment of Clayton’s proud rack.
Bex shook her head ‘no’, either to deny the chant, her rival’s claim or both. Clearly fuming over Treymane’s unfettered access to her girls, Clayton tried to grab the blonde’s wrists, but the awkward angle of her own arms and a timely constriction from the challenger meant she could do nothing but scrabble and writhe in the general direction of the ropes.
“Get out or give up.” Veronica was still working the Breast Claw. It wasn’t a standard tool in her arsenal, but Clayton had started it and she wasn’t about to abandon the tactic if the Peacekeeper couldn’t stop her.
“Why, legs getting tired?” Becky asked without halting her waddling progress. “Feel free to let me go if you’re starting to cramp up, I wouldn’t want to have to carry you through the rest of the maAAARRRRGGHHH F*CK!” Treymane abandoned the claw, set her hands to the mat and pushed up with her arms and out with her legs to bend Clayton forward to such a degree that her forehead was barely six inches from the canvas!
“What do you say, Becky?” Nick asked over the loud wail from his trapped charge. “You want me to call it?”
“NO!” she answered at once. “NO, I’M FINE GODDAMNEERRRGGGGHHH!”
“The hell you are, Daisy.” Treymane countered. “I’ve got you locked up in the Pinstripe Prison and your ass isn’t going anyWHOAHEY!”
Becky finally managed to catch hold of Veronica’s wrists, which allowed her to yank the blonde’s hands away from the mat. Planting her feet as soon as the blonde’s butt touched down, Clayton pushed up and leaned backward to stack her foe on her shoulders in an improvised Matchbook good for the…
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Treymane transformed the Lotus into a standard Bodyscissors and popped her hips to drive Becky’s booty into the deck with a heavy THUMP! “Ok, Daisy. You want to stand? C’mon, get your ass up!” ‘Ronnie banged a quick Forearm Smash across the base of Clayton’s skull, then grabbed a handful of hair and forced the brunette to rise alongside her.
“Off her hair, Veronica. You know better.” Castle admonished the challenger when she made a point to yank Clayton’s noggin from side to side.
“We both do, sheamus. Didn’t stop this Daisy from grabbing my tits first chance she got.” That said, Treymane still relinquished the hair-hold for a Cravate, the Pinstripe Powerhouse lacing both hands across the back of Clayton’s neck to wrench her head to one side at a particularly awkward angle. Bent almost double by the simple hold, Bex was forced to stumble around as Veronica turned in a circle. It was fairly subtle as far as a show of domination was concerned, but the low growl in the back of the champion’s throat told her rival it hadn’t gone unnoticed. Torquing the Cravate a little tighter to ensure Clayton remained under her control, ‘Ronnie pumped a single Broadside Kneelift into the brunette’s tummy just for the hell of it, then crouched low and popped her hips to take Becky up, over and down courtesy a Cravate Suplex that THAWHAMMED her down full force on the back of her head and shoulders!
CRAVATE SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0uCbiEgcjs
Clayton tumbled over onto her belly in a heap, the hurtin’ hardbody reduced to so much rumpled bikini meat powerless to prevent Treymane from shooting the Half Nelson and cradling the far leg for…
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THRNOOOO!
Bex shot a shoulder into the air, breaking the count with a whisper to spare. Veronica nodded, made a minor adjustment to her bustier, then cupped Clayton’s ears and hauled her to boot-leather. No theatrics or lip from the challenger now, indeed she remained grimly silent as she switched over to a Wristlock and sent Becky careening into a corner on the far side of the ring. Veteran instinct made Treymane hang back until her foe had ‘BWUNGED’ against the buckles, not that it did anything save delay ’Ronnie’s tummy-on-tits Avalanche Splash by a couple of seconds.
“Don’t you dare crumple on me, Clayton.” Treymane growled in the Peacekeeper’s ear, still very much up in the brunette’s personal space. “I’ve already defended the World Title against the old Becky Clayton. I came here to beat the NEW Becky Clayton.”
No response from the BFG, so Treymane caught another Wristlock and slung her across the squared circle to the opposite corner. No waiting this time around, Veronica was barely two steps behind when Bex whipped ‘round and-- “NNGGGHH!” Becky raised both feet and slammed them into Treymane’s chest!
The Mule Kick sent Veronica sailing through the air to land flat on her back, but damned if the challenger didn’t somersault through the landing to regain her feet and come back at the champ with a Leaping Clothesline! Clayton didn’t have time to duck out of the way so she simply grabbed the top rope in her left hand hooked her right arm across the blonde’s chest. Cupping the nape of ‘Ronnie’s neck with her right hand, Becky went up on tiptoe and slung her attacker straight down, Treymane technically landing on the back of her head, though the inside out nature of her descent meant she came to rest flat on her face, chest and tummy.
CORNER STO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BlI3RWdlO3w
The roar from the Howling Commandos shook the rafters but Becky registered it only vaguely. She was staring holes through Veronica, the champ bristling with rage as those words echoed in her head. “You think I’m going to crumple, honeybunch?” she hissed. “You think you’re gonna push me around however you goddamned please?” The memory of that match raised the hackles on the back of Bex’s neck and thus she felt obligated to raise Veronica as well, which she did via a massive double handful of hair.
The One Woman Army welcomed Treymane back to verticality with a quick Headbutt to the bridge of the nose and followed that by trading in her tress-trap for a Bear Hug that earned a breathy groan from the Neo-Noir Knockout. “I could crumple your ribs right now if I wanted to, Treymane.” she added to the veracity of this threat with another painful constriction. “But I think I’d rather show you how it feels to get rag-dolled when the World Title is on the line. Hold on tight, honeybunch.”
The warning was still hanging between champion and challenger when Clayton dipped her knees and popped her hips to take the Pinstripe Powerhouse up, around and most importantly down, Bex driving down every ounce of her weight to THAWHAM Treymane against the thinly-sheathed plywood. One Belly to Belly Suplex was painful enough, yet the FAWNatics knew ‘Ronnie’s trials were only beginning and they (particularly the Howling Commandos) roared all the louder when Clayton reapplied the Waistlock and clambered back to verticality with Treymane wriggling in her clutches. Second verse, same as the first, albeit with a little more ‘oomph’ as the ring seemed to shiver quite violently in the aftermath of the collision.
“This feel like I’m crumpling to you, baby?” Becky gave the Waistlock another rough squeeze, then leaned down and planted a smooch on the crown of the blonde’s skull before she hauled her back to verticality. “Come on.” Clayton huffed in Veronica’s face as she poured on enough pressure to convert her Waistlock to a full-on Bear Hug. “C’mon, where’d that tuff talk go? I thought you wanted to be a two-time World Cha--”
Treymane’s arms came up in the telltale ‘T’ shape that foretold a Bell Ringer or some other bit of head smashing nastiness. The Camouflage Crusher was in no mood to end in the middle of her set, so she sent another pulse through the Hug, then dropped into a deep crouch so she could most of the way to the opposite corner courtesy of an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex!
HAT TRICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKV8R_S1lQQ
Enduring a Hat Trick from a fired-up Rebecca Clayton would’ve kept most wrestlers smeared across the canvas for quite some time, yet neither Bex or the capacity crowd were really surprised when Veronica scrambled to her feet almost at once. Which wasn’t to say she’d already shaken off the brunette’s punishment because that was simply wasn’t true. Indeed Treymane might’ve been upright, but her knees were shaking, her butt was wobbly and she collapsed (’crumpled’ Becky thought in a burst of savage joy) into the buckles with her arms thrown over the top rope to keep from dropping flat on her ass.
Elsewhere, Bex planted a smooch on her fingertips and promptly administered said fingertips to her rump before charging the breathless blonde at top speed! Treymane saw it coming but couldn’t do anything save brace for impact when the One Woman Army whipped ‘round in a half circle and ‘THWHUMPED the medicine ball of her ass into Veronica’s fluttering tummy! The Dangerous Dame let out a wheezy whine that grew quite a bit louder when Clayton slipped an arm between her legs and muscled her onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. All smiles now that she’d reduced the previously rampaging challenger to little more than a groaning accessory, Becky stomped out to the center of the ring and turned a full rotation before coming to a stop facing the hard camera. “WHADDA YA SAY?” she bellowed to the crowd. “IS THIS DAISY TOUGH ENOUGH TO GO FOR A SPIN?”
The Treymane Gang didn’t much care for the emphasis Clayton put on ‘Daisy’, but their objections were overruled by the rest of the crowd, who wanted to see how ‘Ronnie would respond to such adversity. Bolstered by their roar, Becky began to spin in earnest. Slow at first, but gradually growing faster and faster until Veronica was stretched out full length, her arms and legs dangling sadly until-- Clayton came to an abrupt stop, rocked up on her heels and dropped backward to PLANT Treymane on the mat with a huge Samoan Drop! Reclined across Veronica’s midsection like it was the most natural perch in the world, Becky pulled the blonde’s near leg up in a tight Cradle to dismiss Treymane’s golden dreams after a count of…
STALLING SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sYHBGSkP1X4
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THRNOOOO!
The Neo-Noir Knockout twisted out from under the champ, a display of grit that earned a nod from Clayton. “Still want the best I’ve got, ‘Ronnie?” Becky asked after she’d raked a hand through her hair.
“Yuuuhh… you’re damned right, I do.” Treymane groaned. “You haven’t run out already, have OOOFFFHHH!”
The Peacekeeper was still seated beside her blonde, so she crooked an arm overhead and fell back to spike the point of that elbow into the hollow of her foe’s back. Veronica groaned again, started to roll away and cursed quite audibly when Clayton caught an ankle in each hand. Rising to her full height with the blonde’s gams under her control, Bex stretched Treymane’s legs in a wide ‘V’, then raised a foot and STOMPED on the pit of her stomach! “Don’t you worry honeybunch, I’ve got more than enough to send you back through that curtain with the loser’s purSERRGH!”
Veronica wrenched one foot free of Clayton’s grasp and kicked her in the thigh as a receipt for the belly blow! Becky grimaced, doubled down on Treymane’s captured ankle and cranked that leg forward so she could gouge half a dozen rough Toe Kicks into the backside of the challenger’s thigh. “Bytch!” Veronica tried to sit up, a task that was all but impossible with Clayton pulling and twisting on her ankle.
“You better put some respect in your tone when you call me that.” the One Woman Army hissed after she’d corralled the blonde’s kicking leg once again. “Better yet, just keep your mouth shut until you’re ready to tap out!” On that commanding note she stuffed Veronica’s boots under her armpits, then locked her hands to ensure she couldn’t get loose again. In one smooth motion she yanked the Gorgeous Gangster up, then rolled her onto her belly and stepped over, the big brunette sitting down snug in the hollow of Treymane’s back.
Boston Crab, Becky Clayton to Veronica Treymane.
BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ueSPU8ARKw
“AAAWWWWW GAAAAAAHD!” ‘Ronnie pounded a fist against the mat, then wrapped both arms across the back of her head to muffle that shriek of anguish.
Rocking in place to put even more strain on the blonde’s spine, Bex worked the hold for almost fifteen seconds without saying so much as a word. It wasn’t until she heard Nick walking over that she said, “Done for tonight, Veronica? The look on Castle’s face says he’s legitimately concerned about--DAMMIT!”
Having endured the initial shock of the torturous hold, Treymane braced both palms against the mat and muscled herself a good six inches off the canvas! It was an impressive show of strength to be sure, however, the referee was still close and he didn’t much care for the curve of his charge’s back. “Talk to me, Veronica. Are you hanging in there? Do you need me to call--”
“I need you to keep quiet while I’m trying to fight my way out of a jam, sheamus.” the blonde answered even as she started to drag herself closer to the ropes. “This little obstacle course is tough enough without you RRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Clayton unloaded a few short-range Butt Bombs against the Pinstripe Powerhouse’s back and was delighted to hear Treymane’s tummy collide with the mat. “This isn’t an obstacle course, honeybunch. This is a war zone. Hell, this is the fight of your--”
Long term lower back issues be damned, Veronica Treymane pushed her arms to full extension so she drag the Camouflage Crusher across the canvas. “Hhhrrgghhh is motivating me really your best play, Daisy?” the former World Champ rasped as she drew closer and closer to freedom. “Last time you motivated me I plucked you out of the air and Powerbombed you three times in a rrrrrrrggggggggghhhh!”
Becky eased off on the pressure just so she could slide back and settle down, the One Woman Army putting all her weight across the other woman’s shoulders. “Sure you want to bring that up, bytch? I’m not sure your back is strong enough for a trip down Memory Lane right--”
Treymane scuffed / slid her way forward and grabbed the bottom rope in a death grip. “I think I’ll be just fine, Daisy. Now break the hold!”
Bex waited a moment before tossing the challenger’s stems aside with obvious disdain. Returned to verticality shortly thereafter, she waited for Veronica to make it to all fours, then dropped down to THWHUMP her butt into the challenger’s lower back! The Treymane Gang didn’t much care for that little add-on but the Howling Commandos thought it was great, as evidenced by their raucous cheers when Clayton thanked them with a brawny double bicep flex.
Her opposition wasn’t doing much in the way of flexing at the moment, though she did have one pressed to her back in an effort to soothe the worst of those aches and pains. “C’mon honey!” Becky smacked her hands against her thighs to get the other wrestler’s attention. “Stop milking the ropes and get out here!”
Treymane scowled, rose to her full height and swiped a forearm across her brow to get the hair out of her eyes. “Are you sure you’re ready to go, babe?” the challenger countered. “Looks like you’re not done preening for the cameras quite yet.”
Clayton gave her a smile utterly lacking in humor or warmth. “You’re right, I’m not done yet. I won’t be until my boot is on your chest.”
Veronica’s eyes narrowed to angry slots. “You don’t have what it takes.”
“Why don’t you get your ass out of the ropes before you tell me what I can and can’t NGH! NGH! NGH!”
The Neo-Noir Knockout did as bade, coming straight for the champ with a quick trio of straight jabs that pak-pak-PAAAKED against Clayton’s chin! Bex ceded a few steps, then steadied her footing and pumped a single heavy Kneelift into the blonde’s tummy. Catching hold of Treymane’s punchin’ wrist, Becky yanked her into a quick Shoulderblock to the sternum just so she could nudge her backward to create a little separation. That was all she needed to drop a shoulder and sling the blonde into the strands via an Irish Whip. Her trip was uneventful until she returned to the middle of the ring, whereupon Clayton wrapped one hand around her throat and stuffed the other into the pit of her stomach. Knees slightly bent, Becky hoisted Veronica into the rafters in a perfect Military PreNOOOO!
Treymane floated free of the brunette’s grip to land safely on her six. “AAAARRRGGGHHH!” Clayton sobbed aloud, the FAWN champ’s hands shooting up to claw at invisible attackers when Treymane caught hold of her waistband and reeled her into a brutal right hook to the liver! The pinpoint body blow doubled Becky over, so the Dangerous Dame turned that trunk-tuggin’ into a full on wedgie that stood her up on tipto--“EEEEERRRGGGGHH!” ‘Ronnie whipped ‘round in a circle to come out the other side with an Elbow Smash that caught Clayton flush on the back of the head! Bex pitched forward in a facedown sprawl and Treymane dropped alongside her, the resurgent challenger shoveling Clayton onto her back to collect the far leg in Cradle good for the…
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Becky shot an arm into the air, her raised index finger letting everyone know she wasn’t about to flee this battlefield. “You’re not posing over anything tonight, Daisy.” Veronica promised as she pulled the brunette to her feet with a hearty handful of hair. “But something tells me Gladiatrix will get dozens of great shots of you sprawled on the canvas!”
A quick Kneelift doubled Clayton over and allowed Treymane to position herself on the champ’s left side. From there she caught hold of Becky’s left wrist and threaded it back through the brunette’s thighs so she could take it in her right hand. With her left hand free, Veronica treated herself to a half dozen hard swats to the BFG’s be-wedgied cheeks before she reached over Clayton’s back and slipped that limb under her right arm to complete the Pumphandle. Trap set, she hoisted Bex up to chest-level, then sank to one knee to THWHUNK Clayton’s back across the sturdy plank of her posted thigh.
JOURNEY INTO FEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NveVCILQpZA
Shuddering and groaning in the wake of her Journey into Fear, Becky tumbled onto her back, just to cry out in distress when Treymane took command of both ankles and pinned them up in the vicinity of her ears. No simple Matchbook this, the Pinstripe Powerhouse sidled around and Splashed down across those upturned haunches to put a whole lotta pressure on Clayton’s diaphragm while Nick counted off…
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THRNOOOO!
Becky twisted out from under the blonde to preserve her title reign for the time being, though Treymane was still a clear and present danger to--“OOOOFFFHHH!” The Magnificent Moll gave Clayton a cheeky taste of her own medicine by smashing a Butt Bomb into the champ’s lower back! “How’s that mat feel, Daisy?” Veronica pressed a palm to the side of Becky’s face and puuuuuuuussssssshed down to ensure that her opponent got the most of the experience. “Nice and cool, right? You wanna stay down there and enjoy--”
Bex swatted the hand away, tried to grab hold of the challenger’s wrist and got her hair pulled HARD for her efforts. “Bytch.” she growled. “You think I’d really stay down for rrrrrggggghhhh!”
Veronica gave her another rough tug, then switched over to a Chinlock to stop Castle from complaining about the illegal tactic. “I don’t care either way, I just wanted to scuff you up after that crap you pulled in the ropes!” Clayton didn’t get a chance to offer a rejoinder before Treymane switched over to a Wristlock and hauled her to boot-leather. Swinging Bex through a full circle either to keep her off balance or possibly just show off her control, Veronica ground to a halt and hurled the disheveled Destroyer into a corner on the far side of the ring. Becky turned into it at the last possible second, the champ unable to stifle an audible groan when her back BWUUUNGED against the roughly-padded steel. The force of it actually bounced Clayton out of the corner, problem was she only made it a step or two before Veronica barreled in and SMASHED her back against the buckles with an Avalanche Splash!
“C’mon soldier, let’s see how much you really want to be World Champion.” Treymane told the Camouflage Crusher moments before she prized her out of the corner and ‘hupped’ her onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. She could’ve marched Bex out to the middle of the ring for any number of unpleasant things, so the FAWNatics were pleasantly surprised when the Dangerous Dame climbed onto the second rope! Nodding to the crowd when they started to cheer, Veronica put her right foot on the top rope, then pushed off and dropped back through the void to THUWHAM Clayton against the deck with a massive Avalanche Samoan Drop!
AVALANCHE SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jERy8d1nsTY
Becky bounced up and tumbled clear of the crash site which saved her from an immediate pin attempt as Treymane took several seconds to regain her own wind following the jarring collision. The lull almost earned a count from the Senior Official, but Becky rolled to all fours and Veronica made it to one knee. As of yet unaware of the challenger’s recovery, Clayton pushed back onto her haunches and-- “HHHHRRRRGGGGGHH!”
Treymane caught her from behind with a Waistlock that transformed into a Reverse Bear Hug when she drove the BFG down flat on her belly! Slinging a leg over Becky’s hips to better keep her glued to the mat, Treymane inched her way up Clayton’s bod so she was hunkered down atop the brunette’s buns with the Hug cinched tight just beneath her breasts. “Give up.” Veronica didn’t just whisper in Becky’s ear, she made a point to gouge her chin into the hollow of her rival’s left shoulder. Clayton shook her head ‘no’, tried to rise, then cursed in frustration when Treymane hooked her boots against the brunette’s calves and stretched her legs wide to force her back down.
“You hanging in there, Becky?” Nick asked after the Destroyer sent several more seconds in the gut-churning hold. Clayton nodded, braced her palms against the mat and pushed up as high as she could, though doing so put an awful strain on her lower back. “I’m fine, Nick.” the champ grunted. “It’s going to take more than a little snuggle to get that belt from around my waistTEERRRRGGHHH!”
‘Ronnie poured on the squeeze and leaned into her brunette, the increased strain forcing Clayton to collapse onto her elbows. “Yeah, you’re doing fine, aren’t ya, Daisy?” Treymane chided. “You’re doin’ so fine you ought to have no problem crawling to the ropes, right? Better yet, why don’t you try to BREAK. MY. GRIP!” She emphasized those last three words with progressively harder squeezes and a well-timed trio of hip smashes to Clayton’s upturned glutes.
That tawdry bit of psychological warfare earned audible roars from the assembled FAWNatics and a growl from Becky, the One Woman Army clearly infuriated by her opponent’s domination. The Dangerous Dame kept the pressure steady, kept her weight spread out to slow Clayton’s progress to a crawl. “You can growl and mean mug all you want.” Treymane huffed. “But it’s not going to get you out of this--” the Camouflage Crusher clambered back onto her palms and started to make her way to the ropes, a trek made all the more impressive when you realized the challenger had neutralized her legs. Veronica kept those hooks sunk deep until Bex was less than a foot from the ropes, then she broke the Grapevine and got to her feet so she could draaaaaaaaaaaaag Clayton back to the center of the squared circle.
“DAMN YOU!” Clayton barked as the strands receded from her grasp. “Swear to God, Treymane. I’m gonna put you through this maHEEEYY NNNNGGGGGGHHH!”
Veronica dropped into a deep crouch and muscled her opponent off the canvas in a slow motion bridge that picked up a whole lotta speed when she crested the apex and ultimately PLANTED Clayton high and tight on the back of her head and shoulders! Treymane bridged up on her tiptoes, all the better to keep her rival folded in half while Nick counted off…
DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z68fKdIvNWE
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Becky twisted her shoulders off the mat to break the cover, alas it didn’t free her from Veronica’s Waistlock, which remained stubbornly in place. “Think it‘s about time I sent you on your way, Daisy.” the Neo-Noir Knockout gouged her knotted fists into Clayton’s sweat-tacky tummy as she got the both of ‘em back to their feet. “But I’ll keep the World Title for my troubles. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Thuuuhhh… the only thing you’re taking from me is a beatWHOAHHRRRGH!”
Veronica hoisted the brunette off her feet just to drop to one knee, the challenger spiking her foe’s tailbone with an Atomic Drop. Finally breaking the Waistlock after she’d set Clayton’s knees to knocking, Treymane spun the champ around and doubled her over with a Toe Kick that let her reel the other Destroyer into a Standing Headscissors. Breaking into a smile as she squeezed Becky’s noggin between her thighs, ‘Ronnie raised both hands and brought ‘em down in a paddle that CLAPPED against her foe’s rump! From there she cinched her arms around Clayton’s waist and muscled / flipped the brunette onto her shoulders and whipped her back the way she’d came, the Magnificent Moll just THAWHAMMING Becky into the deck with a ring-shivering Powerbomb!
Nick swooped in to make a count only to clear off when Treymane set her feet and puuuuuuuuuuuuulled Clayton up into the stall position for another Powerbomb. Veronica waited for a moment, then snapped forward and down to put another Becky-shaped divot in the deck. Still no cover from the challenger, she gathered her reserves and hoisted the brunette skyward for her third and final Powerbomb. Tormented by memories of their heroine’s previous encounter with Treymane, the Howling Commandos roared at the top of their lungs, hoping against hope that their massed energy could break the Gangster’s gri-- outright pandemonium from the floor seats to the rafters when the BFG raised her right arm overhead and brought the point of that elbow down onto the crown of her opponent’s skull once, twice, three times!
‘Ronnie wobbled in place without releasing her grip, so Clayton snatched hold of her hair and cranked her head back at an awkward angle, all the better to THUMP a heavy Hammer Fist into the bridge of the blonde’s nose. That finally popped the lock of Treymane’s hands and Becky capitalized on the jailbreak by wriggling clear of the challenger’s shoulders. Seeing Veronica’s hands fly to her aching face, Clayton caught hold of her wrists and prized them away so she could drive another scintillating Headbutt! Already trembling, Treymane’s knees buckled and she collapsed to all fours only to find herself drawn into a Standing Headscissors from the resurgent World Champion.
“Payback time, honeybunch.” Bex grunted after she’d secured a Waistlock of her own. No response save for a groan between her thighs, so Clayton muscled her up and THWHAMMED her down! The collision bounced Treymane up by an inch or two, more than enough for Becky to hoist her all the way back to start just to THWHAM Veronica against the canvas-sheathed plywood. Treymane’s shoulders remained smeared across the canvas in the wake of that second ‘Bomb, so Castle swooped in beside her and counted out…
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
It wasn’t clear if the Pinstripe Powerhouse twitched a shoulder off the mat or if Clayton ‘helped’ her beat the count, but however it happened it resulted in the brunette sloooooooowly lifting her foe back into place. The Commandos were eager for Clayton to complete the trifecta so they were rather surprised when Bex put both hands to the undersides of the challenger’s thighs and spun her from Powerbomb to Electric Chair in the blink of an eye. “Ya didn’t think I was just going to copy you move for move, did ya?” Becky muttered as she grabbed hold of Treymane’s wrists and pulled her down low enough to take hold of her biceps. “No way, ‘Ronnie. This is coming with some interest!”
Yanking up and forward, Clayton ducked her head so she could move the blonde from the Electric Chair to a gut-first perch over her right shoulder. Pumping Treymane up and down like she was some awkwardly shaped bit of gym equipment, Bex swung her way through three full rotations before she tossed Veronica into the air and caught her noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock even as both ladies plummeted to the mat with a resounding THWHAM! It wasn’t an easy landing for Becky but it was a genuine SNAFU for Veronica, the big blonde landing flat on her face, chest and tummy. Clayton pivoted around and rolled Treymane over so she could bundle both legs in a Back Press that left her rival’s pinstripes pointed at the rafters through…
SNAFU:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bFK-fCMpYWM
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
Veronica tore free with a whisper to spare, her escape coming so late Nick Castle waved a ‘no’ to the Timekeeper to make sure the bell didn’t sound in error. Unable to keep the shock off her face, Becky raked both hands through her hair before returning them to Treymane’s battle-damp locks. “You want some more, honeybunch?” Clayton’s voice was barely a whisper. “Here’s something I’ve been waiting to show you.”
Tottering to her feet with ‘Ronnie practically slumped against her for support, the Peacekeeper swung around to the challenger’s left side and grabbed hold of that wrist just to stuff it back between Treymane’s thighs. Once she’d taken possession of that wrist in her right hand, Clayton hunched over Veronica’s back and threaded her left arm under the blonde’s right bicep, then wrenched it backward in a Pumphandle strong enough to flip the Dangerous Dame onto her right shoulder. Just like that she popped up on her right foot and laid out on that side to PLANT Treymane down on the back of her head and shoulders as the latest victim of Alpha Charlie.
ALPHA CHARLIE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTRE39XyjxM
Veronica tumbled onto her stomach in a boneless lurch, perhaps some last ditch instinctual effort to keep off her back, alas the tactic didn’t work for more than a couple heartbeats as Clayton bulled her the rest of the way over and clambered aboard. Hooking ‘Ronnie behind the knees, Bex crawled north and leeeeeeeeeeeeaned down until her forehead was touching the mat and her furnace-warm tummy was pressed to the blonde’s face through…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The Peacekeeper tossed Treymane’s legs aside with the clang of the bell, though rather than rise to her feet she maintained her seat atop the vulnerable challenger, Clayton making sure the fork of her crotch was snug to Veronica’s chin while she offered the Commandos a double bicep flex and the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… BECKY CLAYTON!”
Nick came over with the World Title in hand, fully expecting her to sling it over one shoulder. Imagine his surprise when she waved him off and turned her focus the penitent Pinstripe Powerhouse. “Now we’re even, honeybunch.” Clayton huffed. “At least as far as the record books are concerned. Far as bulletin board material goes,” Becky leaned back and treated her buns to a stereo swat, “I think I’m about to take the--”
‘Lead’ was swallowed by a concerned roar from the crowd when the lights went out!
Clayton spun off her mount at once, the BFG putting her head on a swivel to defend against whatever threat stalked the dark. Several seconds ticked by before the gloom and the noise were pierced by the ‘THOOMP’ of a spotlight hitting center. This wasn’t the searing white skewer favored by most FAWN talents, however. This was an ugly, arterial red that gave the impression of a giant column of blood pouring from the ceiling. Standing in the center of this crimson column was none other than the Darling of the Abattoir herself, Adelaide Brewster.
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
“You have something we want, chattel.” Brewster told the champ once the roar died down. “Something we need. Something we THIRST for. We mean to have it, and we’ll take it whenever we want.”
Becky grabbed the title from Castle, marched to the ropes and raised it high overhead. “You want your shot at this, Chocula?” she barked. “Walk that spooky ass down here and I’ll stake you on the spot!”
Adelaide smiled, let her tongue trace the points of her canines. “Chattel in the chute does not have luxury of ordering the killing stroke. Their lot is simply to wait until the hammer falls and brings the blessed dark. Such is your lot too, Clayton. You just don’t know it yet.”
Becky shook her head in disgust, then draped the belt over one shoulder. “Talk all you want, honeybunch. But when the time comes for that hammer to fall, I’ll be holding it. And it’ll drive a stake right through your miserable heart.”
“You speak as though that would be enough to finish me off. Keep your blood high, chattel. I prefer my meals hot.”
With that the spotlight winked out and when it house lights returned Brewster had vanished, leaving Clayton and the rest of the FAWNatics to wonder when the Weeping Angel would make her move.