Post by hawkeye on Dec 8, 2021 1:32:09 GMT
Having returned with a flourish at the conclusion of her former partner’s Last Woman Standing match with Lenore Lemarchand, Alexis sending a demolished Amara through the remnants of her palanquin with a choke slam at AHE, the other shoe seems likely to drop on one of the two at Cold November Pain. Whether it would be a vengeful Amara or an unforgiving Alexis would be the question.
The copper-skinned, destroyer-class beauty with the bridesmaid reputation waits just short of her official homecoming, bouncing from one foot to another, battle gear perfectly positioned on her flawless form. The first woman to retire Portia VanBuren, the Empress having since joined her, this time VanBuren gone for good, Suguitan waits for her cue, ready to send the Subcontinental Siren back to India.
The crowd is plunged into darkness and the Phenom can feel her heart nearly beat out of her chest with the chance to reclaim her once powerful position, jumping toward the top of the organization in one fell, three-second swoop with a win over the former champion.
The FAWNtron shows a quickly shifting montage of metropolitan skylines from around the world; Chicago, New York, London, Paris, Sydney, Los Angeles, Rio and ultimately Orlando, with the FAWN arena on prominent display. The speakers kick in, Fall Out Boy’s ‘Centuries’ blasting through the bowl.
Some legends are told,
Some turn to dust or to gold,
But you will remember me,
Remember me for centuries.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBr7kECsjcQ )
The former Next Big Thing pushes through, entering the stage figuratively and literally, moving to dead center. She raises her arms high, silently staring down the mixed bag of jeers and cheers, the characteristically icy Penthouse Panther showing no emotion.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN
Perhaps all of it had been spent in the choke-slamming demolition of her former partner last month and tonight would be a clean, precise dissection of whatever Singh has left.
The leader of $uguitan Unlimited sports a gleaming white two piece that almost glows against the copper of her complexion. The pro-style trappings continue with matching knee-pads and shin-high boots, the former adorned with stylized ‘$’ signs. Last but not least is a voluminous sleeveless mink coat, an accessory that would look just as appropriate at a red carpet premiere or adorning the shoulders of some warrior queen as she strides into battle.
Suguitan is all business, passing on slapping hands with the crowd as she strides to combat. Alexis ascends the ring steps and slips through the ropes, asking senior official Nick Castle to relieve her of her ivory-hued fur.
As he complies, Suguitan spins out of her covering to the middle of the ring and motions in a sweeping gesticulation of her arms as if to indicate this arena is mine.
With Alexis ready and her music fading, the announcer takes the opportunity to proclaim her return to the fray.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit. From Manila in the Philippines, she stands five feet and eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Penthouse Panther, the Filipino Phenom; she is ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
The bronzed beauty bows to the sounds of increasing support, those who might not otherwise support her, doing so tonight with consideration to her soon arriving opponent.
The FAWNatics don’t have to wait long for the former World Champion.
Though what they see is a shock to the system, it likely should not be considering the results of All Hallows’ Evil. While the captivating groove of Priyanka Chopra and Pitbull’s "Exotic” fills the arena, heralding the arrival of the Bollywood Bombshell, the remainder of the entrance is significantly muted.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPhhZg9v9NU ).
There is no set of musclebound men clad in gold loin clothes and sandals to carry their Empress nor any conveyance to carry. Instead, the golden-brown Empress walks to center stage under her own power, her stride hindered by a slight limp and perhaps more so by a heavy brace around the left knee. There is no sympathy for Amara however, the despicable Singh continuing to draw the boisterous enmity of nearly every arena occupant.
AMARA SINGH
But the absent palanquin and greased muscle beneath is not the only change, nor the missing World title belt lost at Mania the month before. As Singh strides to the ring, the copper-skinned beauty’s wardrobe has been remade, perhaps in hopes for a new reign of terror if not one including a title.
The ebony-haired grappler reaches the squared circle staring daggers at the frosty Alexis no longer clad in her iconic and lavishly designed gold bra with matching gold and red, lacy harem pants.
Instead, Singh’s raven tresses fall past her shoulders in wild waves onto similarly dark garb in the form of a bikini top and minimal rim of black spandex shorts connected by semi-sheer cloth linking at her clavicle with a belt high on her midriff. She finishes the new ensemble with black pads and boots ( i.imgur.com/WDOUQva.jpg?1 ).
Singh hops to the apron’s edge and demands Castle come between herself and Alexis. Nick complies and Amara enters, sweeping her body between the ropes and moving to the middle. The announcer greets the less spectacular but nevertheless eye catching arrival of the Subcontinent’s most acclaimed warrior.
"And her opponent. Standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 133 pounds from Cawnpore, India…the Empress…the Bollywood Bombshell… AMARA SINGH!"
Singh drops a pearly sneer upon the peasants.
After the debacles of the previous two months, each loss standing out in its own excruciating way, there is no amplified pronouncement from Singh, only an imperious shouted demand the peasants shut their mouths.
Sneering at the jeers, the Bollywood Bully moves to the corner opposite her former partner and readies for all-out war, stretching her limbs. Singh wastes no time meeting Alexis in the middle for a collar-and-elbow at the bell’s tolling.
The fury of both women is evident, Amara upset at Suguitan’s post-match demolition at AHE; Alexis apparently not yet satiated for the revenge she feels is owed for putting the Filipino out of the organization for months on end.
With the size differential negligible, the golden-brown beauties battle for leverage and position in the middle, determined to take an early edge. It’s the devious Singh who breaks the ice, relying on the cunning of a raised knee to Alexis’ abdomen when trying to power through the stubborn Phenom fails her.
With Alexis bent from insertion of kneecap to navel, Amara bullies her groaning foe until the Phenom’s back touches buckles. Singh drives another knee DEEP into Suguitan’s belly, this time doubling her sputtering foe at the waistline. Grabbing Alexis’ ebony locks with a set of fingers, Amara spins her former partner and fellow tag champion and POUNDS the forehead of the Manila Mauler into the thinly-padded steel juncture time and time again.
The FAWNatics count along as a snarling Singh repeats the collision a jarring ten times before relenting. Alexis turns and staggers in fencepost holes toward the center with the Empress on her tail.
Grabbing a shoulder of Suguitan, Amara turns Alexis to face her, then sends Suguitan backpedaling with a blistering chop to the chest. The Bollywood Bombshell loads up another and the THWACK echoes through the arena, a grimacing Suguitan blasted into yet another corner. Amara takes a long lollypop lick of her palm and CRAAACKS it across Alexis’ chest with an overhand slap that draws ‘oooohs’ from the crowd, the Filipino sent deeper into the crook of the ropes.
With Alexis deteriorating, Singh strolls to the opposite corner then heads back after a tight u-turn, racing at her target. Her plan fails to come to fruition, whatever that might have been, as Alexis vaults her long, copper-skinned legs in front of her, both boot soles pounding into Amara’s chin before the former World Champ can reach her goal.
With Singh staggered, Alexis’s calves surround the temples of the Subcontinental Siren. As Alexis pulls her lower limbs into a tuck, Amara is forced forward. She collapses to her knees, her face BANGING into the middle buckle with incredible force, the head of the Empress snapping back then limply falling forward. Singh ends on her haunches, shellshocked.
Snatching her own handful of charcoal mane, the Penthouse Panther tosses Amara out of the close confines, Singh tumbling in a somersault to center stage where she ends chest and face down. An energized Alexis leaps above the splayed Singh with a senton, crushing her lower spine.
Back to back with her former partner, Alexis rotates ninety degrees from perpendicular to single file. She rises to a seat on the back of Amara’s knees, reaching forward to snag both of Singh’s wrists. With the arms of the Empress captured, Alexis extends her legs, slipping and locking them under Singh’s chin. With her Panther’s Prey surfboard locked, the growling Alexis pulls back on Amara’s guns like she wants to remove them at the sockets, all the while pulling Singh’s spine into a growingly gruesome arc.
Nick Castle drops to a knee in front of the wincing, teary-eyed Indian grappler, asking Amara if she wants to surrender to her former friend, now bitter enemy. Singh spits out a ‘no’, squirming to release herself but unable.
With the stress on her limbs growing, Alexis decides she can’t hold her prey any longer. Unhooking her ankles. She places one boot sole behind Amara’s head and releases Singh’s wrists, creating a makeshift but ring-rattling curbstomp of the Bombshell, Amara’s flawless features THUMPING off the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Rarely ever one to receive kudos from the crowd, Alexis is hearing it from the FAWNatics as she rises, the assembled more than happy to see the Empress on the wrong side of a battering. She plucks Singh off the deck and flings her to a corner, Amara turning into a spine-rattling impact but remaining upright.
Alexis closes the quarters, pivoting as she reaches the flaccid Singh. Fashioning both hands into shivs and raising them overhead, the Phenom slices them down into the traps of her foe, NAILING Amara with a double Mongolian Chop.
Mongolian Chop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8ajD4qszaY )
But the Filipino isn’t about to stop at one. She reloads and fires again and again until Alexis drops the faltering Empress to her knees. Scooping her arms under those of Amara, Suguitan lifts Singh from her penitent position. She moves those curled arms under Amara’s coppery thighs and vaults Singh to a seat on the top buckle where Amara kicks a boot stomp into Alexis’ chin spinning the Panther in a 180.
With her foe turned, Amara extends her bronzed stems, capturing Alexis around the neck and pulling her in close. As the Indian maneuvers toward a sleeper grip, Alexis throws a blind elbow behind her, connecting flush with the Bollywood Bombshell’s jaw. Dazed by the impact, Amara’s defenses are down long enough for Alexis to dip and wrap her arms around Singh’s lower legs.
Striding away from the corner, the Penthouse Panther brings a dangling Singh along for the ride, Amara draping down the vengeful Phenom’s back. Moving to the middle with her former partner in tow, Suguitan shows her strength, leaning forward and delivering Amara to a CRUNCHING face-first collision with the canvas courtesy an Inverted Alabama Slam.
Inverted Alabama Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4bIIRGta7Y )
Singh hugs her frame, perhaps to keep her internal organs in place, as a beaming Alexis literally walks circles around the deflated Empress until Amara’s able to push to hands and knees. Alexis sets upon Singh, approaching from behind and grabbing dual handfuls of the Bombshell’s new gear at her rear waistline.
The former AHW star uses her catfighting tactics to full effect, YANKING the spandex FAR up Amara’s crack. A wincing Singh rises to tiptoes, skipping from one foot to the other to try and relieve the gnawing pressure on her undercarriage from the wedged space age polymer.
With Amara greatly distracted, Alexis spins the Empress to face her and guts the Indian grappler with a toe kick. Suguitan tugs the bent Singh toward. She reaches down Amara’s vulnerable, lowered back and grabs hold of the stretched spandex from topside. Using Singh’s garb instead of the standard double underhooks, Alexis draws pained chirps from the Bombshell when she raises Amara by the wedgie, and much more when flipping her forward and sitting out, delivering her devastating Panty Peeler, the catty version of a Tiger Driver.
Tiger Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=XT3VY2TZ6k4 )
With a splayed Singh laid out between her extended stems, Alexis pushes Amara’s legs forward, matchbooking the shattered Singh for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The frame of the Subcontinental Siren spasms with a third slap readied by Castle, Amara flopping to her side before Nick can send it to canvas.
The Penthouse Panther stares menacingly at the official before disdainfully shoving the flaccid form of the Empress away. Suguitan pushes to her feet and delivers strategic stomps to elbows and knees before IMPALING Singh with one to her foe’s midriff.
“Are you sure you carried me?” the Phenom shouts. “That’s what you said when I wasn’t around, but I’m not sure your memory is all that reliable.”
A scowling Singh reaches a seated position.
“Were you a World Champion after I sent you into oblivion or were you hiding in some hovel in Manila?” Amara asks. “I was the former. What were you?”
The answer is a physical one, Suguitan pivoting and delivering a low-rise superkick between the eyes of the Empress, flattening Amara and leaving her a motionless shell in a wide spreadeagle at Alexis’ feet.
Racing to the ropes at Singh’s side, the destroyer-class Filipino surges to her target and lifts off with her right knee raised. Alexis drops the bony cap toward Amara’s face, but the Empress rolls clear in the nick of time, Suguitan instead RAMMING her joint into the canvas-sheathed plywood.
The Panther rolls around the ring, hugging her right leg close, cursing a blue streak, while a weary Singh pushes to her haunches and taps an index finger at a temple.
“I’d say you were the brawn and I was the brains and beauty,” Amara informs. “But who am I kidding? I was all three!”
Singh rises and moves to her former partner then stomps savagely at the bruised knee, piling on until a howling Suguitan rolls out of the ring to stop the relentless assault to make her a one-legged wrestler.
Alexis limps around the outside, struggling to put any weight on her broken wheel as Amara plays to a less than receptive crowd. Unhappy with the speed of Castle’s count, Amara joins Suguitan on the outside, exiting on the opposite side of the ring, carefully plucking spandex from between her glutes.
Showing her considerable recovery powers, Singh races around a couple corners and, by the time she reaches the hobbling Alexis, Amara’s sprinting at a considerable speed when she nearly cuts the Phenom in half with a vicious spear. Alexis folds around the right shoulder of the charging Empress and is PLANTED to the thinly-padded cement of the arena floor.
Singh ends on hands and knees above a splayed Alexis. Amara plucks Suguitan’s head off the arena concrete and pounds away with a balled right hand, jacking the dazed Phenom a half dozen times before releasing and letting Alexis fall limp to the floor. The Empress rises and looks out upon the jeering crowd.
“I never got a rematch with that redheaded stepchild,” Amara shouts in her gravelly tone. “So Dayna, I’m coming for you.”
With Castle’s count curdling in her ears, Singh rolls in under the bottom rope then immediately out, chuckling at Nick as he shakes his head in frustration.
The Bollywood Bully wraps both hands around Alexis’ noggin and slowly tugs the faltering Panther to her feet. Singh tugs a doubled Suguitan into a front facelock. She grabs a handful of the Filipino’s gear on her foe’s hip and launches the golden-brown grappler heavenward, stalling out the vertical suplex with Alexis’ boot soles pointed to the rafters.
Showing the incredible strength that made her one of the most feared World Champs, Amara sidles to the steel barricade then brings Alexis down the way she’d come save an important difference. This time beneath Suguitan is the metal dividing battleground from fans. Singh skillfully splits Alexis’ wickets with the top post, the Phenom CROTCHED atop the delving iron tube.
The Penthouse Panther’s dark eyes roll back in her head from the vile shot to her kitty. Her hands drop to the pole to push her straddling legs a few inches off the steel. But as she tries to relieve the pain, the Empress is busy. Jogging a few steps away, Amara spins and charges, leaping into a dropkick to a shoulder that sends Alexis cartwheeling into the front row.
The Indian grappler crabwalks to the apron behind her, takes a seat, and watches the wreckage with glee, the crowd trying to help Alexis to her feet, but the Phenom finding it difficult in her knock-kneed condition. Singh’s former partner reaches the barrier and is claimed by an arriving Amara, snatching her foe by the noggin, again capturing the flagging Filipino in a front facelock.
The Empress pulls Alexis’ body out parallel to the floor, the ankles of the former apartment house wrestling specialist catching on the top tubing of the barrier.
Determined to end this farce and re-establish herself as the number one contender, the Subcontinental Siren lays out and DDTs the crown of Suguitan’s skull into the thinly-padded cement. The FAWNatics groan sympathetically on impact as Alexis lights are turned out, perhaps not the worst fate considering how her pussy must be pounding.
Amara scrambles to her feet. She rolls in and out of the squared circle again, shrugging and chuckling as she returns to the little left of Alexis, Suguitan again proving a bridesmaid to the top echelon of the organization.
Singh tries to peel the barely conscious Phenom off the floor, but it’s no easy task. She finally gets her foe approaching a stance approximating vertical, runs Alexis to the apron and heaves Suguitan under the ropes. A delighted Amara walks to the corner so she can use the ring steps for a convenient trip to the ring. She gracefully slides into the confines, balling her fists, and rubbing them just below her eyes, mocking the crowd for crying about her despicable tactics.
“Oh,” she shouts, “but you didn’t have any problem with her trying to saw me in half with my own kit, did you?”
In fact, the FAWNatics hadn’t, but it doesn’t matter as the boos rain down louder on the Empress. Amara’s perfect pearlies flash as she strides to the starfished, motionless Alexis. Singh plants a boot on the cleft of the Panther’s bosom and raises her arms high and wide.
“Make it official, Castle,” the Empress demands.
The man drops to a hip and slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Alexis shoves Singh’s foot off, then rolls to her side to the relief of the crowd.
Above, Amara is furious.
“Apparently, you need to occupy Portia’s old ER room before you’ll learn. I can send you there.”
Singh drops to a kneeling, backward-facing straddle of the bleary-eyed Singh’s face. The Empress slips her calves beneath Suguitan’s head and shoulders to prop Alexis from being pinned by what’s to come, a sure sign Amara’s Bollywood Ending facesit is meant to extinguish whatever senses the Phenom has remaining. And with Alexis’ limp arms lifeless above her head, there’s nothing to deny Singh the kind of Cold November Pain revenge she’s seeking.
But as she begins to rock back in order to settle her undercarriage atop Alexis’ features and snuff out any flickering light Suguitan has remaining, a copper-skinned catastrophe develops beneath a clueless Empress.
Pulling her arms from over her head, Alexis pushes one palm into the descending backside of her foe to slow the Ending. With the other, Alexis fashions an underhanded scoop with five tines sticking upward. She devilishly digs them into the thin spandex covering Amara’s womanhood.
Suguitan flexes her fingers, squeezing the less than privates of a suddenly frozen, slack-jawed Singh, the Phenom’s cattiest instincts sending pulsating pain through Amara’s synaptic system. The Bombshell’s instinct is to rise from the stilettos digging into her sex but that only gives the once upon a time AHW specialist more room to wickedly maneuver, thrusting her crotch claw in deeper and with more vigor.
Once Alexis seats herself, Amara on hands and knees in front of the Phenom, Singh is pleading to be let loose, eyes flooding to the brim. And when her former partner is up to her knees, threatening to poke finger holes in Singh’s wardrobe, Amara is shrieking and pulling at her own ebony mane, trying unsuccessfully to spread the pain.
Her clawing digits apparently cramping from overuse, a significantly rejuvenated Phenom pulls her digits free from the juncture of a whimpering Singh’s thighs. Alexis rises to a wobbly stance, braces herself, shakes some cobwebs, then drops a pointed knee into the base of the Bombshell’s spine, flattening Amara to the canvas.
Popping back to vertical, a seemingly reborn Suguitan pulls a wavering Singh up with her and stuffs the sagging Amara deep into the buckles to keep her target upright. Bounding to the corner to her left, Alexis u-turns and sprints at Singh’s slumped chin, NAILING Amara with her Slut Stomp, a Yakuza Kick that nearly removes head from shoulders. A demolished Empress falls to a seat, holding onto the ropes to prevent from fully collapsing before a returning Alexis doubles up on the destruction, pounding another into Amara’s lowered jaw.
Slut Stomp ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tf8O6U6q2Ro ) 1:39
Slut Stomp Number Two ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tf8O6U6q2Ro ) 1:53
Singh’s body turns to jelly as she oozes out of the corner, ending in a stupor at Suguitan’s feet.
Though the opportunity is there, Alexis passes on a pin attempt, instead choosing to scrape what’s left of the Empress off the canvas and bully her tight to the corner.
Scooping under the thighs of the wilting Bollywood Bombshell, Alexis launches her former partner to a seat on the top buckle. The Phenom climbs to the middle ropes, locking in one underhook before doing likewise on the opposite side.
Lacing her fingers dead center between Amara’s shoulderblades, the Penthouse Panther pulls Singh to a stooped stance, the FAWNatics rising as one to cheer the audacity of Alexis.
The question is could Suguitan let loose a Filipino Butterfly on a fellow destroyer-class beauty. Alexis’ answer is an emphatic ‘yes’ as she grunts through an amazing lift, depositing Amara with an echoing BANG nearly halfway across the ring wither her avalanche butterfly suplex.
Filipino Butterfly ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSLfn1bflPU ) :03
The golden-brown Empress bounces several inches off the canvas from the brutal force of Suguitan’s signature before falling still in a spreadeagle.
A wincing Alexis, having taken a fair amount of the landing, crawls to the splayed Singh, climbing aboard, high on her foe’s body.
But instead of going for a pin, Alexis rolls to her back, lifting her glossy stems to wrap them around Amara’s noggin. She pulls one of Singh’s arms through the keyhole with a two-handed grip on the left wrist of the Empress and the Manila Folder is closed.
Manila Folder (Triangle Choke) ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5LCbrEQxF0 )
Alexis’ legs flex as her triangle choke cinches around the wide-eyed, anxiety-ridden Amara.
Nick checks Suguitan’s shoulders but the Panther is skillfully keeping at least one off as she saps the fight from the waning Bombshell. With the crowd roaring, Amara’s movements become disjointed and weaker by the moment, Alexis expertly draining her foe, cutting off the blood flow to her foe’s brain.
Castle asks if Singh wants to surrender. There’s no response, for a moment, then the feeblest of taps comes from Amara against the Phenom’s shoulder.
Nick leaps to his feet and signals for the bell.
The incessant tolling isn’t enough to convince Alexis to release, Suguitan like a dog with a bone, only surrendering her Triangle when Amara’s body falls completely limp within her grasp.
With a heightened demand from Castle, the victorious Panther releases her scissors and tosses Amara away like yesterday’s trash, acting as though she’s shaking off the stink of the Empress as she ascends.
Alexis offers her wrist to Castle and demands it be lifted. Nick obliges as the announcer makes the result official.
“Your winner…by submission…ALEXIS SUGUITAN.”
Alexis rips her hand away from the ref and places a boot on the face of the Empress, pushing her foe’s features to the side, a cheek flat to the canvas, Amara unable to offer even token resistance against her conqueror.
Suguitan calls for a microphone and snatches the device from the air when tossed. She gazes down on the annihilated Amara.
“Bytch! You need to get to the back of the line.”
Alexis then gives her words a ponder.
“F that. You ain’t even in the line. And you sure ain’t on my level.”
The Phenom drops the mic on Singh’s chest with a ga-lunk and lets every photog in the house get their money shot, the Phenom finally blossoming into the dominance many once predicted.
The copper-skinned, destroyer-class beauty with the bridesmaid reputation waits just short of her official homecoming, bouncing from one foot to another, battle gear perfectly positioned on her flawless form. The first woman to retire Portia VanBuren, the Empress having since joined her, this time VanBuren gone for good, Suguitan waits for her cue, ready to send the Subcontinental Siren back to India.
The crowd is plunged into darkness and the Phenom can feel her heart nearly beat out of her chest with the chance to reclaim her once powerful position, jumping toward the top of the organization in one fell, three-second swoop with a win over the former champion.
The FAWNtron shows a quickly shifting montage of metropolitan skylines from around the world; Chicago, New York, London, Paris, Sydney, Los Angeles, Rio and ultimately Orlando, with the FAWN arena on prominent display. The speakers kick in, Fall Out Boy’s ‘Centuries’ blasting through the bowl.
Some legends are told,
Some turn to dust or to gold,
But you will remember me,
Remember me for centuries.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBr7kECsjcQ )
The former Next Big Thing pushes through, entering the stage figuratively and literally, moving to dead center. She raises her arms high, silently staring down the mixed bag of jeers and cheers, the characteristically icy Penthouse Panther showing no emotion.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN
Perhaps all of it had been spent in the choke-slamming demolition of her former partner last month and tonight would be a clean, precise dissection of whatever Singh has left.
The leader of $uguitan Unlimited sports a gleaming white two piece that almost glows against the copper of her complexion. The pro-style trappings continue with matching knee-pads and shin-high boots, the former adorned with stylized ‘$’ signs. Last but not least is a voluminous sleeveless mink coat, an accessory that would look just as appropriate at a red carpet premiere or adorning the shoulders of some warrior queen as she strides into battle.
Suguitan is all business, passing on slapping hands with the crowd as she strides to combat. Alexis ascends the ring steps and slips through the ropes, asking senior official Nick Castle to relieve her of her ivory-hued fur.
As he complies, Suguitan spins out of her covering to the middle of the ring and motions in a sweeping gesticulation of her arms as if to indicate this arena is mine.
With Alexis ready and her music fading, the announcer takes the opportunity to proclaim her return to the fray.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit. From Manila in the Philippines, she stands five feet and eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Penthouse Panther, the Filipino Phenom; she is ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
The bronzed beauty bows to the sounds of increasing support, those who might not otherwise support her, doing so tonight with consideration to her soon arriving opponent.
The FAWNatics don’t have to wait long for the former World Champion.
Though what they see is a shock to the system, it likely should not be considering the results of All Hallows’ Evil. While the captivating groove of Priyanka Chopra and Pitbull’s "Exotic” fills the arena, heralding the arrival of the Bollywood Bombshell, the remainder of the entrance is significantly muted.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPhhZg9v9NU ).
There is no set of musclebound men clad in gold loin clothes and sandals to carry their Empress nor any conveyance to carry. Instead, the golden-brown Empress walks to center stage under her own power, her stride hindered by a slight limp and perhaps more so by a heavy brace around the left knee. There is no sympathy for Amara however, the despicable Singh continuing to draw the boisterous enmity of nearly every arena occupant.
AMARA SINGH
But the absent palanquin and greased muscle beneath is not the only change, nor the missing World title belt lost at Mania the month before. As Singh strides to the ring, the copper-skinned beauty’s wardrobe has been remade, perhaps in hopes for a new reign of terror if not one including a title.
The ebony-haired grappler reaches the squared circle staring daggers at the frosty Alexis no longer clad in her iconic and lavishly designed gold bra with matching gold and red, lacy harem pants.
Instead, Singh’s raven tresses fall past her shoulders in wild waves onto similarly dark garb in the form of a bikini top and minimal rim of black spandex shorts connected by semi-sheer cloth linking at her clavicle with a belt high on her midriff. She finishes the new ensemble with black pads and boots ( i.imgur.com/WDOUQva.jpg?1 ).
Singh hops to the apron’s edge and demands Castle come between herself and Alexis. Nick complies and Amara enters, sweeping her body between the ropes and moving to the middle. The announcer greets the less spectacular but nevertheless eye catching arrival of the Subcontinent’s most acclaimed warrior.
"And her opponent. Standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 133 pounds from Cawnpore, India…the Empress…the Bollywood Bombshell… AMARA SINGH!"
Singh drops a pearly sneer upon the peasants.
After the debacles of the previous two months, each loss standing out in its own excruciating way, there is no amplified pronouncement from Singh, only an imperious shouted demand the peasants shut their mouths.
Sneering at the jeers, the Bollywood Bully moves to the corner opposite her former partner and readies for all-out war, stretching her limbs. Singh wastes no time meeting Alexis in the middle for a collar-and-elbow at the bell’s tolling.
The fury of both women is evident, Amara upset at Suguitan’s post-match demolition at AHE; Alexis apparently not yet satiated for the revenge she feels is owed for putting the Filipino out of the organization for months on end.
With the size differential negligible, the golden-brown beauties battle for leverage and position in the middle, determined to take an early edge. It’s the devious Singh who breaks the ice, relying on the cunning of a raised knee to Alexis’ abdomen when trying to power through the stubborn Phenom fails her.
With Alexis bent from insertion of kneecap to navel, Amara bullies her groaning foe until the Phenom’s back touches buckles. Singh drives another knee DEEP into Suguitan’s belly, this time doubling her sputtering foe at the waistline. Grabbing Alexis’ ebony locks with a set of fingers, Amara spins her former partner and fellow tag champion and POUNDS the forehead of the Manila Mauler into the thinly-padded steel juncture time and time again.
The FAWNatics count along as a snarling Singh repeats the collision a jarring ten times before relenting. Alexis turns and staggers in fencepost holes toward the center with the Empress on her tail.
Grabbing a shoulder of Suguitan, Amara turns Alexis to face her, then sends Suguitan backpedaling with a blistering chop to the chest. The Bollywood Bombshell loads up another and the THWACK echoes through the arena, a grimacing Suguitan blasted into yet another corner. Amara takes a long lollypop lick of her palm and CRAAACKS it across Alexis’ chest with an overhand slap that draws ‘oooohs’ from the crowd, the Filipino sent deeper into the crook of the ropes.
With Alexis deteriorating, Singh strolls to the opposite corner then heads back after a tight u-turn, racing at her target. Her plan fails to come to fruition, whatever that might have been, as Alexis vaults her long, copper-skinned legs in front of her, both boot soles pounding into Amara’s chin before the former World Champ can reach her goal.
With Singh staggered, Alexis’s calves surround the temples of the Subcontinental Siren. As Alexis pulls her lower limbs into a tuck, Amara is forced forward. She collapses to her knees, her face BANGING into the middle buckle with incredible force, the head of the Empress snapping back then limply falling forward. Singh ends on her haunches, shellshocked.
Snatching her own handful of charcoal mane, the Penthouse Panther tosses Amara out of the close confines, Singh tumbling in a somersault to center stage where she ends chest and face down. An energized Alexis leaps above the splayed Singh with a senton, crushing her lower spine.
Back to back with her former partner, Alexis rotates ninety degrees from perpendicular to single file. She rises to a seat on the back of Amara’s knees, reaching forward to snag both of Singh’s wrists. With the arms of the Empress captured, Alexis extends her legs, slipping and locking them under Singh’s chin. With her Panther’s Prey surfboard locked, the growling Alexis pulls back on Amara’s guns like she wants to remove them at the sockets, all the while pulling Singh’s spine into a growingly gruesome arc.
Nick Castle drops to a knee in front of the wincing, teary-eyed Indian grappler, asking Amara if she wants to surrender to her former friend, now bitter enemy. Singh spits out a ‘no’, squirming to release herself but unable.
With the stress on her limbs growing, Alexis decides she can’t hold her prey any longer. Unhooking her ankles. She places one boot sole behind Amara’s head and releases Singh’s wrists, creating a makeshift but ring-rattling curbstomp of the Bombshell, Amara’s flawless features THUMPING off the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Rarely ever one to receive kudos from the crowd, Alexis is hearing it from the FAWNatics as she rises, the assembled more than happy to see the Empress on the wrong side of a battering. She plucks Singh off the deck and flings her to a corner, Amara turning into a spine-rattling impact but remaining upright.
Alexis closes the quarters, pivoting as she reaches the flaccid Singh. Fashioning both hands into shivs and raising them overhead, the Phenom slices them down into the traps of her foe, NAILING Amara with a double Mongolian Chop.
Mongolian Chop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8ajD4qszaY )
But the Filipino isn’t about to stop at one. She reloads and fires again and again until Alexis drops the faltering Empress to her knees. Scooping her arms under those of Amara, Suguitan lifts Singh from her penitent position. She moves those curled arms under Amara’s coppery thighs and vaults Singh to a seat on the top buckle where Amara kicks a boot stomp into Alexis’ chin spinning the Panther in a 180.
With her foe turned, Amara extends her bronzed stems, capturing Alexis around the neck and pulling her in close. As the Indian maneuvers toward a sleeper grip, Alexis throws a blind elbow behind her, connecting flush with the Bollywood Bombshell’s jaw. Dazed by the impact, Amara’s defenses are down long enough for Alexis to dip and wrap her arms around Singh’s lower legs.
Striding away from the corner, the Penthouse Panther brings a dangling Singh along for the ride, Amara draping down the vengeful Phenom’s back. Moving to the middle with her former partner in tow, Suguitan shows her strength, leaning forward and delivering Amara to a CRUNCHING face-first collision with the canvas courtesy an Inverted Alabama Slam.
Inverted Alabama Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4bIIRGta7Y )
Singh hugs her frame, perhaps to keep her internal organs in place, as a beaming Alexis literally walks circles around the deflated Empress until Amara’s able to push to hands and knees. Alexis sets upon Singh, approaching from behind and grabbing dual handfuls of the Bombshell’s new gear at her rear waistline.
The former AHW star uses her catfighting tactics to full effect, YANKING the spandex FAR up Amara’s crack. A wincing Singh rises to tiptoes, skipping from one foot to the other to try and relieve the gnawing pressure on her undercarriage from the wedged space age polymer.
With Amara greatly distracted, Alexis spins the Empress to face her and guts the Indian grappler with a toe kick. Suguitan tugs the bent Singh toward. She reaches down Amara’s vulnerable, lowered back and grabs hold of the stretched spandex from topside. Using Singh’s garb instead of the standard double underhooks, Alexis draws pained chirps from the Bombshell when she raises Amara by the wedgie, and much more when flipping her forward and sitting out, delivering her devastating Panty Peeler, the catty version of a Tiger Driver.
Tiger Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=XT3VY2TZ6k4 )
With a splayed Singh laid out between her extended stems, Alexis pushes Amara’s legs forward, matchbooking the shattered Singh for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The frame of the Subcontinental Siren spasms with a third slap readied by Castle, Amara flopping to her side before Nick can send it to canvas.
The Penthouse Panther stares menacingly at the official before disdainfully shoving the flaccid form of the Empress away. Suguitan pushes to her feet and delivers strategic stomps to elbows and knees before IMPALING Singh with one to her foe’s midriff.
“Are you sure you carried me?” the Phenom shouts. “That’s what you said when I wasn’t around, but I’m not sure your memory is all that reliable.”
A scowling Singh reaches a seated position.
“Were you a World Champion after I sent you into oblivion or were you hiding in some hovel in Manila?” Amara asks. “I was the former. What were you?”
The answer is a physical one, Suguitan pivoting and delivering a low-rise superkick between the eyes of the Empress, flattening Amara and leaving her a motionless shell in a wide spreadeagle at Alexis’ feet.
Racing to the ropes at Singh’s side, the destroyer-class Filipino surges to her target and lifts off with her right knee raised. Alexis drops the bony cap toward Amara’s face, but the Empress rolls clear in the nick of time, Suguitan instead RAMMING her joint into the canvas-sheathed plywood.
The Panther rolls around the ring, hugging her right leg close, cursing a blue streak, while a weary Singh pushes to her haunches and taps an index finger at a temple.
“I’d say you were the brawn and I was the brains and beauty,” Amara informs. “But who am I kidding? I was all three!”
Singh rises and moves to her former partner then stomps savagely at the bruised knee, piling on until a howling Suguitan rolls out of the ring to stop the relentless assault to make her a one-legged wrestler.
Alexis limps around the outside, struggling to put any weight on her broken wheel as Amara plays to a less than receptive crowd. Unhappy with the speed of Castle’s count, Amara joins Suguitan on the outside, exiting on the opposite side of the ring, carefully plucking spandex from between her glutes.
Showing her considerable recovery powers, Singh races around a couple corners and, by the time she reaches the hobbling Alexis, Amara’s sprinting at a considerable speed when she nearly cuts the Phenom in half with a vicious spear. Alexis folds around the right shoulder of the charging Empress and is PLANTED to the thinly-padded cement of the arena floor.
Singh ends on hands and knees above a splayed Alexis. Amara plucks Suguitan’s head off the arena concrete and pounds away with a balled right hand, jacking the dazed Phenom a half dozen times before releasing and letting Alexis fall limp to the floor. The Empress rises and looks out upon the jeering crowd.
“I never got a rematch with that redheaded stepchild,” Amara shouts in her gravelly tone. “So Dayna, I’m coming for you.”
With Castle’s count curdling in her ears, Singh rolls in under the bottom rope then immediately out, chuckling at Nick as he shakes his head in frustration.
The Bollywood Bully wraps both hands around Alexis’ noggin and slowly tugs the faltering Panther to her feet. Singh tugs a doubled Suguitan into a front facelock. She grabs a handful of the Filipino’s gear on her foe’s hip and launches the golden-brown grappler heavenward, stalling out the vertical suplex with Alexis’ boot soles pointed to the rafters.
Showing the incredible strength that made her one of the most feared World Champs, Amara sidles to the steel barricade then brings Alexis down the way she’d come save an important difference. This time beneath Suguitan is the metal dividing battleground from fans. Singh skillfully splits Alexis’ wickets with the top post, the Phenom CROTCHED atop the delving iron tube.
The Penthouse Panther’s dark eyes roll back in her head from the vile shot to her kitty. Her hands drop to the pole to push her straddling legs a few inches off the steel. But as she tries to relieve the pain, the Empress is busy. Jogging a few steps away, Amara spins and charges, leaping into a dropkick to a shoulder that sends Alexis cartwheeling into the front row.
The Indian grappler crabwalks to the apron behind her, takes a seat, and watches the wreckage with glee, the crowd trying to help Alexis to her feet, but the Phenom finding it difficult in her knock-kneed condition. Singh’s former partner reaches the barrier and is claimed by an arriving Amara, snatching her foe by the noggin, again capturing the flagging Filipino in a front facelock.
The Empress pulls Alexis’ body out parallel to the floor, the ankles of the former apartment house wrestling specialist catching on the top tubing of the barrier.
Determined to end this farce and re-establish herself as the number one contender, the Subcontinental Siren lays out and DDTs the crown of Suguitan’s skull into the thinly-padded cement. The FAWNatics groan sympathetically on impact as Alexis lights are turned out, perhaps not the worst fate considering how her pussy must be pounding.
Amara scrambles to her feet. She rolls in and out of the squared circle again, shrugging and chuckling as she returns to the little left of Alexis, Suguitan again proving a bridesmaid to the top echelon of the organization.
Singh tries to peel the barely conscious Phenom off the floor, but it’s no easy task. She finally gets her foe approaching a stance approximating vertical, runs Alexis to the apron and heaves Suguitan under the ropes. A delighted Amara walks to the corner so she can use the ring steps for a convenient trip to the ring. She gracefully slides into the confines, balling her fists, and rubbing them just below her eyes, mocking the crowd for crying about her despicable tactics.
“Oh,” she shouts, “but you didn’t have any problem with her trying to saw me in half with my own kit, did you?”
In fact, the FAWNatics hadn’t, but it doesn’t matter as the boos rain down louder on the Empress. Amara’s perfect pearlies flash as she strides to the starfished, motionless Alexis. Singh plants a boot on the cleft of the Panther’s bosom and raises her arms high and wide.
“Make it official, Castle,” the Empress demands.
The man drops to a hip and slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Alexis shoves Singh’s foot off, then rolls to her side to the relief of the crowd.
Above, Amara is furious.
“Apparently, you need to occupy Portia’s old ER room before you’ll learn. I can send you there.”
Singh drops to a kneeling, backward-facing straddle of the bleary-eyed Singh’s face. The Empress slips her calves beneath Suguitan’s head and shoulders to prop Alexis from being pinned by what’s to come, a sure sign Amara’s Bollywood Ending facesit is meant to extinguish whatever senses the Phenom has remaining. And with Alexis’ limp arms lifeless above her head, there’s nothing to deny Singh the kind of Cold November Pain revenge she’s seeking.
But as she begins to rock back in order to settle her undercarriage atop Alexis’ features and snuff out any flickering light Suguitan has remaining, a copper-skinned catastrophe develops beneath a clueless Empress.
Pulling her arms from over her head, Alexis pushes one palm into the descending backside of her foe to slow the Ending. With the other, Alexis fashions an underhanded scoop with five tines sticking upward. She devilishly digs them into the thin spandex covering Amara’s womanhood.
Suguitan flexes her fingers, squeezing the less than privates of a suddenly frozen, slack-jawed Singh, the Phenom’s cattiest instincts sending pulsating pain through Amara’s synaptic system. The Bombshell’s instinct is to rise from the stilettos digging into her sex but that only gives the once upon a time AHW specialist more room to wickedly maneuver, thrusting her crotch claw in deeper and with more vigor.
Once Alexis seats herself, Amara on hands and knees in front of the Phenom, Singh is pleading to be let loose, eyes flooding to the brim. And when her former partner is up to her knees, threatening to poke finger holes in Singh’s wardrobe, Amara is shrieking and pulling at her own ebony mane, trying unsuccessfully to spread the pain.
Her clawing digits apparently cramping from overuse, a significantly rejuvenated Phenom pulls her digits free from the juncture of a whimpering Singh’s thighs. Alexis rises to a wobbly stance, braces herself, shakes some cobwebs, then drops a pointed knee into the base of the Bombshell’s spine, flattening Amara to the canvas.
Popping back to vertical, a seemingly reborn Suguitan pulls a wavering Singh up with her and stuffs the sagging Amara deep into the buckles to keep her target upright. Bounding to the corner to her left, Alexis u-turns and sprints at Singh’s slumped chin, NAILING Amara with her Slut Stomp, a Yakuza Kick that nearly removes head from shoulders. A demolished Empress falls to a seat, holding onto the ropes to prevent from fully collapsing before a returning Alexis doubles up on the destruction, pounding another into Amara’s lowered jaw.
Slut Stomp ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tf8O6U6q2Ro ) 1:39
Slut Stomp Number Two ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tf8O6U6q2Ro ) 1:53
Singh’s body turns to jelly as she oozes out of the corner, ending in a stupor at Suguitan’s feet.
Though the opportunity is there, Alexis passes on a pin attempt, instead choosing to scrape what’s left of the Empress off the canvas and bully her tight to the corner.
Scooping under the thighs of the wilting Bollywood Bombshell, Alexis launches her former partner to a seat on the top buckle. The Phenom climbs to the middle ropes, locking in one underhook before doing likewise on the opposite side.
Lacing her fingers dead center between Amara’s shoulderblades, the Penthouse Panther pulls Singh to a stooped stance, the FAWNatics rising as one to cheer the audacity of Alexis.
The question is could Suguitan let loose a Filipino Butterfly on a fellow destroyer-class beauty. Alexis’ answer is an emphatic ‘yes’ as she grunts through an amazing lift, depositing Amara with an echoing BANG nearly halfway across the ring wither her avalanche butterfly suplex.
Filipino Butterfly ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSLfn1bflPU ) :03
The golden-brown Empress bounces several inches off the canvas from the brutal force of Suguitan’s signature before falling still in a spreadeagle.
A wincing Alexis, having taken a fair amount of the landing, crawls to the splayed Singh, climbing aboard, high on her foe’s body.
But instead of going for a pin, Alexis rolls to her back, lifting her glossy stems to wrap them around Amara’s noggin. She pulls one of Singh’s arms through the keyhole with a two-handed grip on the left wrist of the Empress and the Manila Folder is closed.
Manila Folder (Triangle Choke) ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5LCbrEQxF0 )
Alexis’ legs flex as her triangle choke cinches around the wide-eyed, anxiety-ridden Amara.
Nick checks Suguitan’s shoulders but the Panther is skillfully keeping at least one off as she saps the fight from the waning Bombshell. With the crowd roaring, Amara’s movements become disjointed and weaker by the moment, Alexis expertly draining her foe, cutting off the blood flow to her foe’s brain.
Castle asks if Singh wants to surrender. There’s no response, for a moment, then the feeblest of taps comes from Amara against the Phenom’s shoulder.
Nick leaps to his feet and signals for the bell.
The incessant tolling isn’t enough to convince Alexis to release, Suguitan like a dog with a bone, only surrendering her Triangle when Amara’s body falls completely limp within her grasp.
With a heightened demand from Castle, the victorious Panther releases her scissors and tosses Amara away like yesterday’s trash, acting as though she’s shaking off the stink of the Empress as she ascends.
Alexis offers her wrist to Castle and demands it be lifted. Nick obliges as the announcer makes the result official.
“Your winner…by submission…ALEXIS SUGUITAN.”
Alexis rips her hand away from the ref and places a boot on the face of the Empress, pushing her foe’s features to the side, a cheek flat to the canvas, Amara unable to offer even token resistance against her conqueror.
Suguitan calls for a microphone and snatches the device from the air when tossed. She gazes down on the annihilated Amara.
“Bytch! You need to get to the back of the line.”
Alexis then gives her words a ponder.
“F that. You ain’t even in the line. And you sure ain’t on my level.”
The Phenom drops the mic on Singh’s chest with a ga-lunk and lets every photog in the house get their money shot, the Phenom finally blossoming into the dominance many once predicted.