Post by hawkeye on Aug 6, 2023 17:41:03 GMT
The roaring FAWNatics slowly began to calm down with anticipation. Something was coming up, they could feel it. Finally, the lights dimmed and a single spotlight hit the entrance ramp of the arena. Fans turned, craning their necks to see who was entering.
ANCILINE De CYR
"LA MARSEILLAISE"
The fans made no secret of their disdain as Anciline De Cyr strode into the area, booing and tossing refuse at her. This didn’t bother FAWN’s second in command in the least. It was beneath someone of her station to acknowledge the peasantry until mocking them, and she knew her life was better than all of their pitiful existences put together.
When she arrived to the ring, after walking up the steps, she snapped angrily at the referee. The zebra ran over to the ropes and held them apart as the VP entered the ring. A ring attendant held a mic to de Cry, which she snatched eagerly before turning to the fans.
“Bonjour, paysans!” de Cyr began. “Our next concours is long overdue. You can blame the… how you say, ‘avocats’…” De Cyr searched for the English. “Lawyers. Yes. The lawyers. You see, I have been trying to make sure the next match would be something memorable for the last three PPVs, but alas, the avocats, they have constantly butted their little noses in, with absurdité about ‘retaliation’ and ‘lawsuits.’” She shook her head. “Apparemment, just because I have had quelques conflits with one of the fighters, my match stipulations such as barbwire, a gant… how so say, ‘gauntlet’… or one that involved juste un petit peu of fire, were deemed to open FAWN and myself up to severe litigation from the champion.”
De Cyr can’t be bothered to hide her contempt. “So, without further ado, I announce this match for the FAWN’s own Championnat Intercontinental.” She drew in a long, aggravated sigh. “First, the champion, from a pig sty somewhere, birthed to poubelle and destined to return there… Trixie Decker.”
TRIXIE DECKER
”WOLF LIKE ME” BY LOCAL H
The fans erupted into cheers as Trixie appeared on the entry ramp, the title on her shoulder. It had been four months since she took the belt from Victoria Hackenschmidt. Four months of de Cyr trying to arrange obvious sham matches that were all but ‘Trixie is required to lose or be fired,’ each canceled after the other. But still, she smiled as she strode towards the ring. Her eyes remained locked on de Cyr, though. A snake unable to hide was still a snake, and she knew damn well the VP of FAWN had plenty of venom in her fangs.
Trixie rolled into the ring, climbed a turnbuckle, and hoisted the belt so the FAWNatics could see it. They erupted into cheers. She hopped down and turned to face Anci. So far, her opponent hadn’t been revealed to her. Management – likely under Anci’s demands – had repeatedly assured Trixie they were having trouble pinning down a proper opponent for her. Trixie wasn’t stupid. This was all but an admission de Cyr didn’t want her to go in knowing who she’d face. It prevented proper preparation and all but telegraphed a choice that was geared towards being as unfair as possible.
And de Cyr’s new smile conveyed this as well. She turned to Trixie and raised the mic. “Oh, Trixie. I am sure you are excitée to learn who you are facing. Well, here she comes. From Leland Mississippi, standing at two hundred eleven centimètres and sixty-five kilogrammes, the woman who nearly murdered Trixie Decker’s wife, Kanako Akiyama… and accompagné by her partner, Kate Grimn… TAFFY BLACK!”
TAFFY BLACK
KATE GRIMM
”THREE SHADES OF BLACK” BY HANK WILLIAMS III
The hatred from the audience was almost overwhelming as Kate and Taffy appeared on the ramp, and both women loved it. The only thing better was the disgust and rage on Trixie’s face. But before the fans could truly drink the disgusting moment in, both women broke into a run towards the ring. Upon reaching the squared circle, Taffy rolled under the bottom rope while Kate swerved around the side. The Mississippi Amazon barreled towards Trixie, but the smaller fighter greeted Taffy with a boot to the gut and a championship belt across the face. Before the fans could even cheer this, though, Kate reached under the ropes and grabbed Trixie by the ankles, yanking and sending her forward on her face. Anci took this as her cue to exit the ring. The referee motioned to the timekeeper and the opening bell sounded.
Taffy couldn’t even be bothered by the bare minimum of wrestling decorum, blatantly wrapping both her had large hands around Trixie’s throat and straight up strangling her. Decker clawed, with no luck, at her attacker’s grip, but it was Kate who got Taffy to break the hold.
From outside the ring, Grimm screamed, “TAFFY! Don’t get D.Q.ed! We want her title!”
Taffy came out of her bloodlust just as the referee counted four and forced herself to break the hold. Trixie dropped to her knees, gagging. The zebra backed Taffy up, warning her against such blatant tactics in the future, but Black shoved him aside and ran at Trixie, field-goal kicking her in the sternum. Decker flew onto her back and Taffy went for a pin.
One…
T--
Decker arched out of the pin. Taffy raised a fist and slammed a punch down into Trixie’s gut, flattening her again. Taffy straddled Trixie’s chest and dug her thumbs into both of Trixie’s eyes, slamming the small scrapper’s head into the mat until the referee grabbed Taffy’s hands and physically pulled her hands from Trixie’s face.
Taffy got to her feet and shoved her face into the zebra’s. “Don’t you fucking touch me, rat!” she warned.
“Don’t break the rules!” he shot back, not retreating. Taffy wasn’t used to people not backing up and it gave her pause as he continued. “I don’t wanna have to babysit you and constantly keep you from cheating!”
“Then don’t!” Taffy said, matter-of-factly.
The referee stared blankly at her. Finally, he asked her, “What’s wrong with you?”
Something about his tone infuriated Taffy, but too many headshots kept her brain meats from rattling out a proper reason why, so instead she lifted a fist, ready to paste him in the mouth. That’s when she heard Kate, beckoning her from outside the ropes.
“TAFFY! DON’T!” Kate pleaded. Taffy could see the concern on Kate’s face and she knew she was doing it again… overreacting, letting herself get distracted by petty things. She felt ashamed.
But shortly, agony replaced that shame as Trixie had gotten to her feet, whipped herself into the ropes, and landed into Taffy’s back with a lungblower. Taffy cried out as she toppled forward. Trixie looked over to a horrified Grimm.
“Thanks for the distraction, Kate,” Trixie said as she blew a kiss to the red-faces MMA fighter. Grimm looked ready to come in and go after Trixie herself, but the official barked at her to get off the ring skirt.
“This ain’t a tag match, you’ve got no reason to be up here!” he warned. “Or I can just ban you from the arena!”
Kate begrudgingly jumped down.
Trixie dropped to a knee across Taffy’s outstretched throat. She immediately rose and prepared to whip herself to the ropes, but stopped after spying Anciline waiting by ringside. This was bad. Having Kate there already made it a handicap match, and Trixie knew there was no way Anci wouldn’t interfere. Her brain played images of Trixie whipping herself to the ropes and Anciline grabbing her ankles. Instead, she turned back to the downed mauler and kicked Taffy in the temple like she was at soccer practice.
Outside the ring, Anci made up infractions that she demanded the official disqualify Trixie for. To her frustration, the referee completely ignored Anci and steadily watched the action. Trixie raised Taffy’s right leg and began kicking and stomping her thigh, being careful to fight the temptation to go for something more low and wear Taffy’s pussy as a shoe. Trixie looked behind herself and, seeing no one there, backed up. She then threw herself forward in a handspring, coming down with both feet in Taffy’s face. Trixie dropped to her ass on Taffy’s chest and pulled the woman’s legs up for a pin.
One…
Two…
TH--
It wasn’t the shoulder Taffy got up that stopped the count so much as the referee being yanked away by his feet. His eyes immediately shot behind him, but no one was there. He then instinctively looked towards where Kate was. Grimm looked back, smiling innocently. There was no way she could have gotten back so swiftly. He felt bumps and movement under the ring. Looking to where Anciline had been, he saw her head slowly rise after having crawled under the ring, back to her position. Their eyes made contact and he glared.
“Don’t make me fire you!” she warned.
“I’m union!” he countered.
Anciline recoiled like a vampire shown a garlic-soaked cross.
Trixie, meanwhile, was reaching down to grab Taffy, but Taffy grabbed her arm first. Pulling her own legs to her chest, Taffy thrust the soles of her boots into Trixie’s face, launching her backwards and leaving her in a heap. Black kipped up and stormed towards Trixie. As Decker rose, Taffy backhanded her and sent her spiraling back down. Frankly, Taffy felt it was, at best, a fluke this pipsqueak had ever even won the title. Black viewed it as a moral failing of sorts that someone of Victoria’s stature could let someone as insignificant and small as Trixie beat her. Of course, Taffy also had a series of logic leaps that allowed her to explain away Trixie nearly beating Kate until Taffy had gotten her partner Dqed by coming in for a save. That was, obviously, different for… reasons.
Taffy pulled Trixie up by her hair and slammed a punch into her gut, winding the small woman. She then began a series of belts across the face of Decker, knocking her about with ease, before grabbing Trixie by the arm, whipping her into the ropes, and greeting her with a forearm across the neck on her return. Trixie collapsed to the mat and immediately started to get up, but Taffy ground her boot into Trixie’s face before raking the heel across her eyes. She reached down, grabbed Trixie, and hauled her up before lifting the goth off her feet in a choke slam.
Taffy repeated the process twice more, mostly to make sure Trixie understood just how strong Taffy was. She debated pinning Trixie and ending this farce, but instead she yanked Trixie up, shoved her head between her thighs, and hoisted Trixie for a powerbomb. But while Trixie was lifted, she pelted a series of hits to Taffy’s face that stunned the woman. Trixie rolled over Taffy’s head and off her shoulders, landing on her feet behind the woman. She’d barely touched down on the mat before she spun and kicked Black in the back of the knees. Taffy dropped and Trixie whipped herself to the ropes, not noticing Anci getting the referee’s attention to bicker over his “poor handling” of this match.
And there was a reason for this – one Trixie would realize as she bounded from the ropes, took a step, and fell forwards. As her face collided with canvas, she remembered her earlier worry about Anci grabbing her by the ankles. She was close, she’d just gotten the identity wrong. She felt
Kate pull her from the ring, slinging her to the concrete floor. Trixie started to get up to her feet but Kate’s hand collided with her jaw.
And it… fucking… hurt.
In fact, it hurt a little too much.
Trixie’s eyes went to Kate’s hand and saw the glint of spiked brass knuckles. Kate smirked as she threw a punch at Trixie. Decker moved, but not fast enough, and the claws on the knuckles ripped into her shoulder, leaving a bleeding gash.
Seeing Kate was having fun, Taffy turned her attention to helping Anci distract the referee.
Kate lunged at Trixie again, but this time the goth caught her arm and twisted it behind her back. Kate threw a kick back into Trixie’s shin before ripping away. She spun around and threw a right cross at Decker’s face. Trixie managed to pull away from the full force of the hit, but the claws snagged her cheek as she did and left fresh tears. Trixie grabbed the wound and swore, giving Kate an opportunity to get a hold over her and whip her into the barricade. Trixie’s back collided with it and she sank down. Kate threw herself forward, aiming a punch with the knuckles right between Trixie’s eyes.
But Trixie threw her head to the side and Kate’s first slid between the bars of the barricade. Trixie gave the woman an uppercut before standing. She reached over the barricade and pulled the knuckles away. There was a serious temptation to use them to rearrange Kate’s features, but instead Trixie gifted them to a fan as a keepsake before stomping Kate in the side of the head. Kate took the boot a few times before shoving Trixie back and freeing herself. Grimm then grabbed one of the folding chairs from the front row and rushed Trixie. The goth managed to catch the chair with her hands and the two struggled briefly with the weapon.
And then they heard the referee’s voice boom, “What the hell is going on?!”
The two looked into the ring and saw the official had finally realized there was an ulterior motive to Anci’s sudden concern on rules and match structure. And he’d been around enough to analyze the postures of Decker and Grimm – Trixie obviously holding off an attack with the chair, Kate obviously the aggressor. He opened his mouth and was about to demand Kate go to the back, but all that came out was a surprised groan as Taffy punched him in the back of the head, dropping him instantly
Seeing Taffy had attacked an official, Kate decided to take advantage of Trixie’s distracted nature and pulled the chair way, then slammed it across her face. Trixie faltered, dazed by the hit, and Kate grabbed her to thrust her back into the ring.
Taffy greeted Trixie by immediately setting to maul her, jumping on top of her and punching her in the face over and over before she could come to her senses. She yanked Trixie into a headbutt, letting the smaller woman collapse to the mat after. Looking back at the ref to make sure he was still down, Taffy then resumed her earlier strangling. Trixie choked and gagged helplessly and Taffy loved every second of it, slamming Trixie’s head down as she tightened her grip. Trixie’s eyelids began to flutter and her face began to flush.
“Taffy!”
Taffy looked up and saw Kate in the ring with the folding chair. Black smiled and nodded, breaking the choke.
Taffy hauled Trixie up to her feet and aimed her towards Kate. Grimm grinned as she raised the chair, making sure Trixie saw what was coming. As she brought it down, however, Trixie used all her strength to pull forward, yanking Taffy off her feet and over her like a shield. The metal klanged across Taffy’s skull and the larger brawler fell backwards, out like a light.
Kate stared in total horror at what she’d done, completely taken aback. Trixie used this opportunity to send a kick up between Kate’s legs. Her boot’s toe gave Kate’s sweet spot a kiss and the MMA fighter howled in agony, dropping the chair. Trixie threw herself forward, slamming her arm across Kate’s throat and sending her out of the ring. Trixie turns to see the referee pulling himself up to his feet, then saw Anci outside the ring, shrieking at him to DQ Decker. Instead, as he spun around and saw Trixie pinning Taffy, he dropped to count.
One…
Two…
THREE!
The bell sounded out, almost – but not quite – covering Anciline’s screams of rage, and the usual announcer sounded over the sound system.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pinfall and still Intercontinental Champion… TRIXIE DECKER!”
The referee raised Trixie’s arm as a ring attendant entered with the belt. Trixie took her prize, but the VP entered the ring as well and ran at Trixie. De Cyr grabbed the strap, attempting to yank it free from Trixie’s hands and shouting about an illegitimate reign. Trixie pulled back and a small tug-of-war ensued. The mini-contest was interrupted by a chair shot from behind that knocked Trixie to her knees.
Kate stood above Trixie, wielding the chair and fuming with hate. She brought it down over and over again on Trixie until the seat was bent out of shape and unusable. De Cyr, seeing this, should have put her vice president hat on, intervened, and reprimanded Kate. However, three years of hate over the fact Trixie just wouldn’t lose when de Cyr wanted her to – an insult the veteran couldn’t abide – bubbled to the surface and instead, Anci began delivering kick after kick to Trixie’s face until trickles of red appeared from the petite fighter’s nose, mouth, and forehead.
Behind them, a dazed Taffy wearily pulled herself up. The sounding of the bell, warning Kate and Anci to stop, helped her pull herself from her haze. Seeing the two pummel Trixie told Taffy what had happened while she traveled the dream realms. She stomped towards Trixie’s prone form and hauled her up, putting her in a full nelson and aiming her at her two attackers. Unable to defend herself, Trixie helplessly absorbed gut-shot after gut-shot from Kate and Anci. Quickly, Kate moved to sending her fists into Trixie’s face while Anciline went dirtier with crotch kicks and breast mauling, leaving long claw marks on Trixie’s chest.
Looking past them, Taffy saw FAWN’s security running towards the ring and she somehow doubted Anciline’s position was going to stop them from intervening. “Security!” she boomed and both women turned their heads. Kate rolled from the ring and waited for Taffy while Anciline grabbed Trixie by the hair, cranked her head up and spit in her face before strutting from the squared circle. Taffy moved fro the full nelson to a rear bearhug, then hurled Trixie backwards in a suplex. The petite brunette’s crown collided with a ring post, right between the bottom and middle turnbuckles.
By the time security entered the ring, the three aggressors were outside. Anci reached into the ring and grabbed the belt, admiring the fact it was speckled with Trixie’s blood. But before she could turn and present the strap to Taffy, the referee jumped the ropes, hopped off the ring skirt and pried it from her clutches. He threw it back into the ring where one of the members of security caught it. Anciline immediately launched into a series of threats against him while Kate and Taffy, realizing nothing good would come from sticking around and going to bat for their boss, turned to a camera man. Taffy flipped it off but Kate grabbed the lens and pulled the camera closer.
“Your bitch matches you now, Kanako!” Kate screamed into the camera. “Bloody and broken! And soon, we’re going to end both of your fucking careers!”
Taffy leaned into view. “Start working on your dick sucking, Kanako! Maybe you and Trixie will have a new career as a whores when we leave you on your goddamn knees, begging!”
The two women cackled mercilessly as they beelined for an emergency exit. They knew it was only a matter of time before Bethany Christian would summon them to her office if they stuck around.
In the ring, Trixie was roused and helped to her feet. EMTs arrived at ringside to check her out but she pushed them away, muttering something about not needing help. This was immediately disproven as she stumbled and fell forwards as she exited the ring.
Blood dripping from her face, down her chest and onto the arena floor, Trixie slung the belt over her shoulder and walked towards the ramp with the aid of a member of security. Her thoughts were, to say the least, cloudy, but one thing was certain to her. This mess with Taffy and Kate, just like her issues with Anciline, were going to get worse before they got better.
ANCILINE De CYR
"LA MARSEILLAISE"
The fans made no secret of their disdain as Anciline De Cyr strode into the area, booing and tossing refuse at her. This didn’t bother FAWN’s second in command in the least. It was beneath someone of her station to acknowledge the peasantry until mocking them, and she knew her life was better than all of their pitiful existences put together.
When she arrived to the ring, after walking up the steps, she snapped angrily at the referee. The zebra ran over to the ropes and held them apart as the VP entered the ring. A ring attendant held a mic to de Cry, which she snatched eagerly before turning to the fans.
“Bonjour, paysans!” de Cyr began. “Our next concours is long overdue. You can blame the… how you say, ‘avocats’…” De Cyr searched for the English. “Lawyers. Yes. The lawyers. You see, I have been trying to make sure the next match would be something memorable for the last three PPVs, but alas, the avocats, they have constantly butted their little noses in, with absurdité about ‘retaliation’ and ‘lawsuits.’” She shook her head. “Apparemment, just because I have had quelques conflits with one of the fighters, my match stipulations such as barbwire, a gant… how so say, ‘gauntlet’… or one that involved juste un petit peu of fire, were deemed to open FAWN and myself up to severe litigation from the champion.”
De Cyr can’t be bothered to hide her contempt. “So, without further ado, I announce this match for the FAWN’s own Championnat Intercontinental.” She drew in a long, aggravated sigh. “First, the champion, from a pig sty somewhere, birthed to poubelle and destined to return there… Trixie Decker.”
TRIXIE DECKER
”WOLF LIKE ME” BY LOCAL H
The fans erupted into cheers as Trixie appeared on the entry ramp, the title on her shoulder. It had been four months since she took the belt from Victoria Hackenschmidt. Four months of de Cyr trying to arrange obvious sham matches that were all but ‘Trixie is required to lose or be fired,’ each canceled after the other. But still, she smiled as she strode towards the ring. Her eyes remained locked on de Cyr, though. A snake unable to hide was still a snake, and she knew damn well the VP of FAWN had plenty of venom in her fangs.
Trixie rolled into the ring, climbed a turnbuckle, and hoisted the belt so the FAWNatics could see it. They erupted into cheers. She hopped down and turned to face Anci. So far, her opponent hadn’t been revealed to her. Management – likely under Anci’s demands – had repeatedly assured Trixie they were having trouble pinning down a proper opponent for her. Trixie wasn’t stupid. This was all but an admission de Cyr didn’t want her to go in knowing who she’d face. It prevented proper preparation and all but telegraphed a choice that was geared towards being as unfair as possible.
And de Cyr’s new smile conveyed this as well. She turned to Trixie and raised the mic. “Oh, Trixie. I am sure you are excitée to learn who you are facing. Well, here she comes. From Leland Mississippi, standing at two hundred eleven centimètres and sixty-five kilogrammes, the woman who nearly murdered Trixie Decker’s wife, Kanako Akiyama… and accompagné by her partner, Kate Grimn… TAFFY BLACK!”
TAFFY BLACK
KATE GRIMM
”THREE SHADES OF BLACK” BY HANK WILLIAMS III
The hatred from the audience was almost overwhelming as Kate and Taffy appeared on the ramp, and both women loved it. The only thing better was the disgust and rage on Trixie’s face. But before the fans could truly drink the disgusting moment in, both women broke into a run towards the ring. Upon reaching the squared circle, Taffy rolled under the bottom rope while Kate swerved around the side. The Mississippi Amazon barreled towards Trixie, but the smaller fighter greeted Taffy with a boot to the gut and a championship belt across the face. Before the fans could even cheer this, though, Kate reached under the ropes and grabbed Trixie by the ankles, yanking and sending her forward on her face. Anci took this as her cue to exit the ring. The referee motioned to the timekeeper and the opening bell sounded.
Taffy couldn’t even be bothered by the bare minimum of wrestling decorum, blatantly wrapping both her had large hands around Trixie’s throat and straight up strangling her. Decker clawed, with no luck, at her attacker’s grip, but it was Kate who got Taffy to break the hold.
From outside the ring, Grimm screamed, “TAFFY! Don’t get D.Q.ed! We want her title!”
Taffy came out of her bloodlust just as the referee counted four and forced herself to break the hold. Trixie dropped to her knees, gagging. The zebra backed Taffy up, warning her against such blatant tactics in the future, but Black shoved him aside and ran at Trixie, field-goal kicking her in the sternum. Decker flew onto her back and Taffy went for a pin.
One…
T--
Decker arched out of the pin. Taffy raised a fist and slammed a punch down into Trixie’s gut, flattening her again. Taffy straddled Trixie’s chest and dug her thumbs into both of Trixie’s eyes, slamming the small scrapper’s head into the mat until the referee grabbed Taffy’s hands and physically pulled her hands from Trixie’s face.
Taffy got to her feet and shoved her face into the zebra’s. “Don’t you fucking touch me, rat!” she warned.
“Don’t break the rules!” he shot back, not retreating. Taffy wasn’t used to people not backing up and it gave her pause as he continued. “I don’t wanna have to babysit you and constantly keep you from cheating!”
“Then don’t!” Taffy said, matter-of-factly.
The referee stared blankly at her. Finally, he asked her, “What’s wrong with you?”
Something about his tone infuriated Taffy, but too many headshots kept her brain meats from rattling out a proper reason why, so instead she lifted a fist, ready to paste him in the mouth. That’s when she heard Kate, beckoning her from outside the ropes.
“TAFFY! DON’T!” Kate pleaded. Taffy could see the concern on Kate’s face and she knew she was doing it again… overreacting, letting herself get distracted by petty things. She felt ashamed.
But shortly, agony replaced that shame as Trixie had gotten to her feet, whipped herself into the ropes, and landed into Taffy’s back with a lungblower. Taffy cried out as she toppled forward. Trixie looked over to a horrified Grimm.
“Thanks for the distraction, Kate,” Trixie said as she blew a kiss to the red-faces MMA fighter. Grimm looked ready to come in and go after Trixie herself, but the official barked at her to get off the ring skirt.
“This ain’t a tag match, you’ve got no reason to be up here!” he warned. “Or I can just ban you from the arena!”
Kate begrudgingly jumped down.
Trixie dropped to a knee across Taffy’s outstretched throat. She immediately rose and prepared to whip herself to the ropes, but stopped after spying Anciline waiting by ringside. This was bad. Having Kate there already made it a handicap match, and Trixie knew there was no way Anci wouldn’t interfere. Her brain played images of Trixie whipping herself to the ropes and Anciline grabbing her ankles. Instead, she turned back to the downed mauler and kicked Taffy in the temple like she was at soccer practice.
Outside the ring, Anci made up infractions that she demanded the official disqualify Trixie for. To her frustration, the referee completely ignored Anci and steadily watched the action. Trixie raised Taffy’s right leg and began kicking and stomping her thigh, being careful to fight the temptation to go for something more low and wear Taffy’s pussy as a shoe. Trixie looked behind herself and, seeing no one there, backed up. She then threw herself forward in a handspring, coming down with both feet in Taffy’s face. Trixie dropped to her ass on Taffy’s chest and pulled the woman’s legs up for a pin.
One…
Two…
TH--
It wasn’t the shoulder Taffy got up that stopped the count so much as the referee being yanked away by his feet. His eyes immediately shot behind him, but no one was there. He then instinctively looked towards where Kate was. Grimm looked back, smiling innocently. There was no way she could have gotten back so swiftly. He felt bumps and movement under the ring. Looking to where Anciline had been, he saw her head slowly rise after having crawled under the ring, back to her position. Their eyes made contact and he glared.
“Don’t make me fire you!” she warned.
“I’m union!” he countered.
Anciline recoiled like a vampire shown a garlic-soaked cross.
Trixie, meanwhile, was reaching down to grab Taffy, but Taffy grabbed her arm first. Pulling her own legs to her chest, Taffy thrust the soles of her boots into Trixie’s face, launching her backwards and leaving her in a heap. Black kipped up and stormed towards Trixie. As Decker rose, Taffy backhanded her and sent her spiraling back down. Frankly, Taffy felt it was, at best, a fluke this pipsqueak had ever even won the title. Black viewed it as a moral failing of sorts that someone of Victoria’s stature could let someone as insignificant and small as Trixie beat her. Of course, Taffy also had a series of logic leaps that allowed her to explain away Trixie nearly beating Kate until Taffy had gotten her partner Dqed by coming in for a save. That was, obviously, different for… reasons.
Taffy pulled Trixie up by her hair and slammed a punch into her gut, winding the small woman. She then began a series of belts across the face of Decker, knocking her about with ease, before grabbing Trixie by the arm, whipping her into the ropes, and greeting her with a forearm across the neck on her return. Trixie collapsed to the mat and immediately started to get up, but Taffy ground her boot into Trixie’s face before raking the heel across her eyes. She reached down, grabbed Trixie, and hauled her up before lifting the goth off her feet in a choke slam.
Taffy repeated the process twice more, mostly to make sure Trixie understood just how strong Taffy was. She debated pinning Trixie and ending this farce, but instead she yanked Trixie up, shoved her head between her thighs, and hoisted Trixie for a powerbomb. But while Trixie was lifted, she pelted a series of hits to Taffy’s face that stunned the woman. Trixie rolled over Taffy’s head and off her shoulders, landing on her feet behind the woman. She’d barely touched down on the mat before she spun and kicked Black in the back of the knees. Taffy dropped and Trixie whipped herself to the ropes, not noticing Anci getting the referee’s attention to bicker over his “poor handling” of this match.
And there was a reason for this – one Trixie would realize as she bounded from the ropes, took a step, and fell forwards. As her face collided with canvas, she remembered her earlier worry about Anci grabbing her by the ankles. She was close, she’d just gotten the identity wrong. She felt
Kate pull her from the ring, slinging her to the concrete floor. Trixie started to get up to her feet but Kate’s hand collided with her jaw.
And it… fucking… hurt.
In fact, it hurt a little too much.
Trixie’s eyes went to Kate’s hand and saw the glint of spiked brass knuckles. Kate smirked as she threw a punch at Trixie. Decker moved, but not fast enough, and the claws on the knuckles ripped into her shoulder, leaving a bleeding gash.
Seeing Kate was having fun, Taffy turned her attention to helping Anci distract the referee.
Kate lunged at Trixie again, but this time the goth caught her arm and twisted it behind her back. Kate threw a kick back into Trixie’s shin before ripping away. She spun around and threw a right cross at Decker’s face. Trixie managed to pull away from the full force of the hit, but the claws snagged her cheek as she did and left fresh tears. Trixie grabbed the wound and swore, giving Kate an opportunity to get a hold over her and whip her into the barricade. Trixie’s back collided with it and she sank down. Kate threw herself forward, aiming a punch with the knuckles right between Trixie’s eyes.
But Trixie threw her head to the side and Kate’s first slid between the bars of the barricade. Trixie gave the woman an uppercut before standing. She reached over the barricade and pulled the knuckles away. There was a serious temptation to use them to rearrange Kate’s features, but instead Trixie gifted them to a fan as a keepsake before stomping Kate in the side of the head. Kate took the boot a few times before shoving Trixie back and freeing herself. Grimm then grabbed one of the folding chairs from the front row and rushed Trixie. The goth managed to catch the chair with her hands and the two struggled briefly with the weapon.
And then they heard the referee’s voice boom, “What the hell is going on?!”
The two looked into the ring and saw the official had finally realized there was an ulterior motive to Anci’s sudden concern on rules and match structure. And he’d been around enough to analyze the postures of Decker and Grimm – Trixie obviously holding off an attack with the chair, Kate obviously the aggressor. He opened his mouth and was about to demand Kate go to the back, but all that came out was a surprised groan as Taffy punched him in the back of the head, dropping him instantly
Seeing Taffy had attacked an official, Kate decided to take advantage of Trixie’s distracted nature and pulled the chair way, then slammed it across her face. Trixie faltered, dazed by the hit, and Kate grabbed her to thrust her back into the ring.
Taffy greeted Trixie by immediately setting to maul her, jumping on top of her and punching her in the face over and over before she could come to her senses. She yanked Trixie into a headbutt, letting the smaller woman collapse to the mat after. Looking back at the ref to make sure he was still down, Taffy then resumed her earlier strangling. Trixie choked and gagged helplessly and Taffy loved every second of it, slamming Trixie’s head down as she tightened her grip. Trixie’s eyelids began to flutter and her face began to flush.
“Taffy!”
Taffy looked up and saw Kate in the ring with the folding chair. Black smiled and nodded, breaking the choke.
Taffy hauled Trixie up to her feet and aimed her towards Kate. Grimm grinned as she raised the chair, making sure Trixie saw what was coming. As she brought it down, however, Trixie used all her strength to pull forward, yanking Taffy off her feet and over her like a shield. The metal klanged across Taffy’s skull and the larger brawler fell backwards, out like a light.
Kate stared in total horror at what she’d done, completely taken aback. Trixie used this opportunity to send a kick up between Kate’s legs. Her boot’s toe gave Kate’s sweet spot a kiss and the MMA fighter howled in agony, dropping the chair. Trixie threw herself forward, slamming her arm across Kate’s throat and sending her out of the ring. Trixie turns to see the referee pulling himself up to his feet, then saw Anci outside the ring, shrieking at him to DQ Decker. Instead, as he spun around and saw Trixie pinning Taffy, he dropped to count.
One…
Two…
THREE!
The bell sounded out, almost – but not quite – covering Anciline’s screams of rage, and the usual announcer sounded over the sound system.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pinfall and still Intercontinental Champion… TRIXIE DECKER!”
The referee raised Trixie’s arm as a ring attendant entered with the belt. Trixie took her prize, but the VP entered the ring as well and ran at Trixie. De Cyr grabbed the strap, attempting to yank it free from Trixie’s hands and shouting about an illegitimate reign. Trixie pulled back and a small tug-of-war ensued. The mini-contest was interrupted by a chair shot from behind that knocked Trixie to her knees.
Kate stood above Trixie, wielding the chair and fuming with hate. She brought it down over and over again on Trixie until the seat was bent out of shape and unusable. De Cyr, seeing this, should have put her vice president hat on, intervened, and reprimanded Kate. However, three years of hate over the fact Trixie just wouldn’t lose when de Cyr wanted her to – an insult the veteran couldn’t abide – bubbled to the surface and instead, Anci began delivering kick after kick to Trixie’s face until trickles of red appeared from the petite fighter’s nose, mouth, and forehead.
Behind them, a dazed Taffy wearily pulled herself up. The sounding of the bell, warning Kate and Anci to stop, helped her pull herself from her haze. Seeing the two pummel Trixie told Taffy what had happened while she traveled the dream realms. She stomped towards Trixie’s prone form and hauled her up, putting her in a full nelson and aiming her at her two attackers. Unable to defend herself, Trixie helplessly absorbed gut-shot after gut-shot from Kate and Anci. Quickly, Kate moved to sending her fists into Trixie’s face while Anciline went dirtier with crotch kicks and breast mauling, leaving long claw marks on Trixie’s chest.
Looking past them, Taffy saw FAWN’s security running towards the ring and she somehow doubted Anciline’s position was going to stop them from intervening. “Security!” she boomed and both women turned their heads. Kate rolled from the ring and waited for Taffy while Anciline grabbed Trixie by the hair, cranked her head up and spit in her face before strutting from the squared circle. Taffy moved fro the full nelson to a rear bearhug, then hurled Trixie backwards in a suplex. The petite brunette’s crown collided with a ring post, right between the bottom and middle turnbuckles.
By the time security entered the ring, the three aggressors were outside. Anci reached into the ring and grabbed the belt, admiring the fact it was speckled with Trixie’s blood. But before she could turn and present the strap to Taffy, the referee jumped the ropes, hopped off the ring skirt and pried it from her clutches. He threw it back into the ring where one of the members of security caught it. Anciline immediately launched into a series of threats against him while Kate and Taffy, realizing nothing good would come from sticking around and going to bat for their boss, turned to a camera man. Taffy flipped it off but Kate grabbed the lens and pulled the camera closer.
“Your bitch matches you now, Kanako!” Kate screamed into the camera. “Bloody and broken! And soon, we’re going to end both of your fucking careers!”
Taffy leaned into view. “Start working on your dick sucking, Kanako! Maybe you and Trixie will have a new career as a whores when we leave you on your goddamn knees, begging!”
The two women cackled mercilessly as they beelined for an emergency exit. They knew it was only a matter of time before Bethany Christian would summon them to her office if they stuck around.
In the ring, Trixie was roused and helped to her feet. EMTs arrived at ringside to check her out but she pushed them away, muttering something about not needing help. This was immediately disproven as she stumbled and fell forwards as she exited the ring.
Blood dripping from her face, down her chest and onto the arena floor, Trixie slung the belt over her shoulder and walked towards the ramp with the aid of a member of security. Her thoughts were, to say the least, cloudy, but one thing was certain to her. This mess with Taffy and Kate, just like her issues with Anciline, were going to get worse before they got better.