Post by SammieSinclair on Feb 7, 2015 17:18:40 GMT
The Pay-per-view crowd settles down after the previous match as the house lights dim. Through this darkness, the speakers hissed softly, then offered up something so ordinary, but so out of place that it set the FAWNatics abuzz with curiosity. It wasn’t a wailing guitar riff or pounding drumbeat that tolled through the cavernous space, it was the brassy, resonant CLANG-CLONG of church bells.
Wedding bells, to be more precise.
The bells chimed half a dozen times before fading out and in their place rose a high, keening tone that folks took to be ringing in their ears before coming to realize it was a steadily held organ note. Eventually the organ faded out too and by then those with a knack for such things had recognized the tune as A.F.I.’s ‘Prelude 12-21’
“KISS MY EYES AND LAY ME TO SLEEP”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CrZkrEZ9C8Y
‘This is what I brought you, this you can keep.
This is what I brought, you may forget me.
I promise to depart, just promise one thing.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.’
The end of the first verse brought a single blue-white spotlight to the stage and where there had been nothing earlier, a solitary figure stands. The new arrival is a statuesque brunette, perhaps 5’7 or 5’8 and she looked dressed for nuptials of a most unique variety. Silver was the predominant color in her togs. Silver bra-style top done in crushed velvet with an icy blue ribbon threaded back and forth across the décolletage and matching yoga shorts festooned with blue and silver streamers at each hip. There was more silver and blue thanks to mesh forearms sleeves while her pads and boots were a pure, virginal white, the latter emblazoned with a scrolled ‘TW’ at the outside ankle.
Impressive battle attire to be sure, but it was three other details that really stole the show. First there is the matching half-veil that obscured her face from forehead to nose, then there was the sleeveless duster-style jacket in white leather, the backs of which had been expertly-tailored to mimic the train of a wedding gown. As a final surreal touch, the woman claspes a bouquet of wine-red roses, the petals brushing lightly against her impressive curves. On a signal no one else could hear, the she lets the flowers drop to the floor and makes a point of stepping through them on her way to the ring.
By now a good number of fans had formed a pretty good idea of who commanded the stage, but for those that didn’t, the Announcer filled in the details. “And introducing first, she weighs in at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds, she is…TRISHA USHER!”
Trisha Usher
Offering no response to the boos this revelation brought down, Usher traverses the ramp without a word, then climbed the ring steps and waits on the apron until the official comes over and parts the ropes for her passing. Trisha moves to the center of the ring, her arrival in the squared circle brought the lights back with a muted ‘thoomp’.
Eyes sparkling from beneath the veil, the Trophy Wife shrugged out of her coat and handed it to the referee. “Portia and her Associates will pay for messing with Gretchen and I.”
Trisha does not look pleased, the as she snatches the veil from her face and tosses it to the referee as well. As the man rushes over to ringside passing the finery off to a ring attendant the Gold Digger growls, “Bring the Pawn out now, so I can show all the difference between a Trophy Wife and lacky of the Spoiled Brat.”
On the FAWNtron, the image of Gretchen Vaughn-Van Buren with Lyle Van Buren up in their private box above the arena. The other half of the Trophy Wives doesn’t look any happier than her tag partner in the ring. Lyle on the other hand is all smiles waving to the crowd.
A familiar, old-school refrain trumpets through the speakers, the sound bringing back thoughts of FAWN gone by. But nostalgia certainly hasn’t made the fans’ hearts grow fonder, as ‘The World is Not Enough’ from Garbage couldn’t even get through its sweeping instrumental opening without encountering a wall of jeers.
And when the woman whom the song once represented steps from behind the curtains, the volume raises to jet engine proportions.
Fortune’s Favorite takes center stage, half-beaming, half-smirking at the crowd’s disdain.
Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV...
Dressed in a tight black minidress and black pumps, Portia VanBuren looks like she’s ready for a night out on the town in Soho rather than one beside the ring in central Florida. When Baby raises a microphone to her ruby lips, the audience goes absolutely bonkers, but the slender socialite merely waits out the great unwashed.
“Are you ready? Because we can wait. You’re all on Associates’ time,” Portia informs before turning to the ring. “Including you slut” Baby adds to her stepmother’s partner.
When the crowd simmers to a dull roar, the slender socialite continues.
“And her opponent,” VanBuren bellows in dramatic fashion, “Hailing from Manila in the Philippines. She stands five feet and eight glorious inches and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-four succulent pounds. She is VanBuren & Associates sterling junior partner. She is ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
Alexis Suguitan...
Joining Portia on the stage, a tall, curvy, exotic brunette moves next to her mentor. The two embrace and cast matching looks of disgust over the FAWNatics. The duo start down the ramp, Alexis in a red velvet bra and panties with sheer red stockings on long, flawless legs that were blissfully free of boots.
The crowd waits for the two additional members of the Associates to join them, but when VanBuren and Suguitan reach halfway to the ring, the FAWNatics become convinced Trisha will only face one extra foe on the sidelines instead of three.
Alexis and Portia move to ringside, occasionally swatting or cursing at the morons who dare reach for them. Alexis gets mouthy with the dolts and dunderheads while Portia appears relatively at ease, keeping her focus on Usher, miming a kiss at the Trophy Wife.
Baby turns and whispers into Alexis’ ear as they reach the ring steps and Suguitan nods, deadly serious. While the former catfighter saunters up the steps, slips through the ropes and settles in her corner, staring a blazing hole through the brunette across the canvas, Portia settles in the young up-and-comer’s corner.
“We’re going to use you as a display for Mommy Dearest,” Portia shouts to Trisha, trying to distract Usher enough for Alexis to make a pre-bell run. “The honeymoon period’s over for Gretch. And you’re over…period.”
Trisha adjusts her togs, her ample bosom bugling as her outfit hug the impressive curves. Portia’s threat brings Usher out of her corner, “You’re a spoiled brat Portia, and after I spank your little friend her, I’ll do you too.”
The referee positions himself between Suguitan and Usher, but the Trophy Wife turns on him next, “Ring the Bell Godfrey.”
Mumbling the ref says, “My name is Craig, why do I bother.” Turning the ref calls louder, “Ring the bell!”
Trisha is about an inch shorter, but her curves are thicker, the pair of brunettes circle closing in Usher ignores Portia, but as she passes close the Senior Partner shoots an arm in under the bottom rope hitting Trisha’s ankle. The move isn’t enough to do anything except distract Usher, which was Portia’s plan, Alexis shoots forward slamming into the Gold Digger and marches Trisha back into the corner. The ref steps in, “Let’s have a clean break!”
Alexis presses in against the busty brunette, as they both reposition arms to try and get some advantage before they pull part.
And when there's a hair's breadth between them, Trisha spins the duo and gives Alexis a taste of her strength, trapping her against the buckles. Suguitan clearly does not like her back pressed against the "wall" and she gives Trisha a shove. Usher is sent back a step or three and comes back with a shove of her own that sends Suguitan's back clunking against the corner with enough force, she's dropped to her backside. Alexis looks up at the Trophy Wife with alarm and then to the ref. "Get her back, NOW." The man does as he's told. Alexis turns for a quick conference with her senior partner and uses the ropes to pull her way up.
She advances out of the corner and ties up with Trisha mid-ring, quickly shifting the Trophy Wife into a side headlock. Alexis grinds Usher's head against her side. "Lesson one," the Filipino grunts before shifting her grip to a wrist and flinging Trisha toward the ropes. Alexis positions herself directly in the path of the rebounding Usher, dropping a shoulder in preparation of sending it crashing into Trisha's chest.
The smacking of flesh on flesh brings a gasp from the FAWNatics, but neither woman goes down. This time both turn and run for the ropes the two solid brunette’s charging down on each other. Sound of bodies coming together is louder this time and Trisha and Alexis stagger backwards, but both keep their feet. The Trophy Wife steps forward dipping down shooting an arm between the Filipino’s shapely thighs and scoops Alexis up on to her shoulder. The Solid Gold Digger holds the wiggling Associate on her shoulder looking to slam her to the canvas as Alexis tries slipping out the back.
And slip away she does, landing behind Trisha. Before Usher can turn, Alexis shoves the brunette toward the ropes in front of her and off Usher scoots toward the cables, turning as she hits them. She rebounds to the waiting Associate and delivers a heavy shoulder, this one knocking Suguitan flat to her back. Trisha stands in a straddle over the startled Alexis who scoots her way through the Gold Digger's legs. With Alexis popping to her feet, the women turn toward each other and Suguitan copies Trisha's offense, dipping and scooping Usher onto her right shoulder, ready to send Trisha THUMPING to the canvas with a body slam.
The Filipino doesn’t pause as long as the Trophy Wife had and she sends Trisha down to the canvas. The impact bounces Usher back up off the canvas a few inch before she lands a second time, Alexis standing over top of the Gold Digger. Trisha’s back arches as she sends a hand to her spine, Suguitan stops a stocking covered foot down on the other brunette’s shoulder. Trisha rolls away climbing back to her feet as the Associate can’t help but look smug after succeeding where the Arm Candy failed, Portia outside the ring leads a very small cheer for Alexis.
VanBuren turns to stare toward the suites high in the arena bowl and points toward the action behind her then blows a kiss into the darkness. In the squared circle, Alexis charges Usher and bullies her foe back into a corner. With Usher trapped in front of her, Alexis fashions her hands into a pair of knife-edges and raises them high, prepared to send each into the napes of Trisha's neck in rapid-fire succession with a Mongolian Chop Flurry that tended to end in a double breast claw for those familiar with the Associate's catty repertoire.
Over and over Alexis hammers the edge of her hands into the base of Trisha’s neck with the Mongolian Chops, Usher’s body jerking with each blow. The attack makes Trisha’s arms and shoulders heavy and slow, so when Alexis shoots her claws forward there is no hope for Usher to stop Suguitan from clamping down on the Gold Digger’s huge assets. It’s not often that FAWNatics see Portia actually happy, the blonde cheering and encouraging her Junior Partner as she mauls her stepmom’s partner. The referee wants the action out of the corner, but Alexis keeps mauling. Trisha finally gets her hands up trying to first pry the Filipino’s grip off her juggs, but when that fails, the former catfighter fights fire with fire gripping Alexis’s smaller, but impressive rack and marches her out of the corner. The crowd more interested as the former Apartment Fighters seem to be heading to a less than classic pro style.
The dark-haired beauties rip into each other with abandon, each wincing and cursing from the other woman's curled grips. Alexis seems to cede the battle when she releases her grasps on Trisha's gurls, but it quickly becomes clear why when Suguitan's nails rises to Usher's eyes and she scrapes them across, blinding the Gold Digger. Trisha shrieks and turns from the unfair play with Alexis quickly following. The Filipino beauty spins the blurry-eyed Usher to face her and pulls Trisha into a front facelock, Alexis slips her head under the Trophy Wife's arm and grabs some trunks on Trisha's hip to send her vaulting into the air and, hopefully, just as quickly back down the way she came with a gourdbuster,
GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2E9GxNMdCE
Still wiping at her eyes when Alexis clamps the headlock on her, Trisha is airborne before she realizes the danger. Once Suguitan has her up parallel with the canvas the Filipino Beauty just lets the Arm Candy drop face and chest first into the thinly padded plywood. Trisha’s rebounds up off the mat on to her knees one hand covering her face the other arm protectively across her rack. Now Alexis looks up to the far off suite blowing a kiss to the occupant, Usher wipes the last of the tears from her eyes and pushes to her feet as Suguitan turns her attention back to this half of the Trophy Wives.
The tawny grappler greedily accepts Trisha back into her arms, driving a knee deep into Usher's midriff, doubling up the brunette, raising her to tiptoes. Alexis wraps her arms around the gutted tummy of the Trophy Wife and heaves her into a forward flip up the Associate's body, Trisha ending atop her foe's shoulders. Before the Solid Gold Digger can curl her fingers into a fist and fight her way free, Alexis starts to lope toward the nearest corner, planning on sending Trisha crashing down with a turnbuckle powerbomb.
TURNBUCKLE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vNF7M6Swglw
The back of Trisha’s head and shoulders slam into the top turnbuckle, Usher’s back arches as she takes a single step before falling to her knees and then plops face first to the canvas. The Trophy Wife rubs the back of her head with one hand while her right toe taps the canvas over and over again. Portia clapping for Alexis offers, “Doing great Alex, really put it too her!” Alexis nods as she runs her fingers along the leg holes of her panties snapping them back down over the curve of her buttocks. Trisha raises her head and pushes up on to her elbows as she tries to clear the cobwebs cluttering her brain.
Suguitan moves to the striped shirt and pulls him toward her. "Can you check if I'm covered back there?" she asks, showing some newfound modesty. The man agrees, peeking around her hip to check. While the ref helps one Associate, the other helps herself. Hopping to the apron, Portia swings an arm around the throat of Usher and begins strangling the life out of her. Trisha flails wildly, her eyes bulging, legs kicking in front of her. "Time for the Trophy Wives to be replaced with newer shinier trophies," Van Buren whispers in Trisha's ear. With the ref happy with the placement of Suguitan's bottoms, Portia release her grip. She delivers a forearm to the back of Trisha's head and drops to the floor. Meanwhile, the staggering Arm Candy winds toward Alexis who measures a spin kick toward the mush of Usher.
Trisha reaches back over her head trying to get some part of Portia, but never really succeeds. When Trisha stumbles out into the ring Suguitan’s long leg comes flashing up right into the brunette’s face. Usher’s head snaps back and takes the rest of her body with her sending her flat to her back again. Alexis moves to the Arm Candy’s side and cocks her elbow, dropping down the Associate drives her elbow into the cleft of Usher’s cleavage and then rolls over hooking a leg for a pin.
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Alexis seemed ready to pull Trisha up if needed, but the Trophy Wife finds her own way out. Portia does give her Junior Partner a glare as if she had went off script, but the Filipino Beauty gives her a reassuring smile.
When Suguitan adds a wink, VanBuren starts moving around the ring toward the grapplers. Alexis tugs Trisha to her feet by a wrist. She bullies Usher to the ropes, backs up a few steps and clotheslines the Trophy Wife over the top. Trisha tumbles up, over, and careens with the apron on the way to the floor. The brunette ends in a jumble on the thinly padded cement. Alexis now directs the official's attention toward her top and the healthy juggs beneath, asking the man if her lace garment topside also needs an adjustment. While the man hems and haws, Portia strealthily moves toward Trisha, grasping her head and tugging her stepmother's partner her feet. "Time for a little unscheduled party," Portia whispers to the groaning Usher.
Dress for a night on the town and not physical conflict Portia is limited in her choices, but she slams Trisha’s back into the ring apron. Usher may have fallen back to the arena floor if not for Portia pressing into her and holding her up so she could hammer a trio of forearms down on the Trophy Wife’s juggs. In the ring Alexis nearly has the referee in a front sleeper giving him a close inspection of her own impressive assets. The Senior Partner of VanBuren and Associates turns the brunette around shoving her head under the bottom rope, Portia then kicks Trisha’s legs apart and applies a wicked underhand crotch claw to the center of Usher’s trunks. Leaning against the brunette’s back as she squeezes Trisha’s neither regions. Portia whispers, “Pass this along to Gretchen for me.” The referee is finally able to break free from Suguitan and sees Portia and Trisha on the outside, but before he can complain too much Portia lifts the Gold Digger on to the ring apron by her hand hold and shoves Usher back into the ring, “I was just helping her back into the ring.” Portia says with all the innocents she can muster.
Alexis accepts her gift from the Boss, pulling an aching Trisha up by her braincase. The Filipino lifts Usher's left arm and throws it over her shoulder. The tawny-skinned beauty dips and sends an arm between Trisha's legs and 'hups' the Trophy Wife toward a draping spot on her right shoulder. She holds Usher there and points to the suite ring of FAWN Arena far above, as if to say this is for you Gretchen. Alexis walks a circuit around the ring, showing Portia and the FAWNatics her power and prowess, in preparation of sending the Solid Gold Digger down with a powerslam.
POWERSLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rex8UqW9LMQ )
Alexis finds a spot to her liking and turns Trisha over and comes down on top of the other brunette setting the ring to rattling and the ropes shaking as she drives Usher into the thinly padded plywood. Though she’s in a perfect position to cover Suguitan passes on the chance and leans back on her haunches, raising her arms above her head Alexis claps her hands together before brining a double axe handle down on top Usher’s tummy. Again the Junior Partner looks up to the skybox and points, then she swings a leg over Trisha’s body mounting the Trophy Wife and applies the double breast claw for the second time.
The focus on the Suite above the arena proves to be pointless as coming out from behind the curtain and storming towards the ring Gretchen Vaughn-VanBuren has had enough of the Associate’s tactics and is on her way to the ring. Like Portia though Gretchen is more dress for a night at the country club than the ring wearing a form hugging black dress and heels.
Unaware of her stepmother's approach, Portia calls on Alexis to dig deep and the catty Suguitan does just that, clenching her digits into the yelping Trisha, while simultaneously forcing her foe's shoulders to the canvas for...
ONE...
TWO...
... and Usher ignores the kneading of her breasts long enough to throw a shoulder up. Alexis releases and slaps the taste out of Trisha's mouth. "I should be dealing with Gretchen," Alexis growls. "You're just not up to this task." As if on cue, Vaughn-VanBuren reaches ringside. She buzzes by Portia glancing a shoulder into Baby's, passing it off as an accident. The blonde shouts after her stepmom "I'm telling my father." Gretchen seems unconcerned and she takes the corner opposite Portia, chanting at her fellow Trophy Wife to gain control. Suguitan protests Gretchen's arrival, demanding she get escorted out, staring at the raven-haired Trophy Wife while tugging Trisha up. "Get a close look," she shouts at Gretchen. She grabs a wrist of Usher and sends her foe barreling into the corner near her fellow gold digger then follows close behind, leaping as she closes in, Alexis intent on avalanche splashing Trisha into a grease spot.
Gretchen reminds Portia, “I haven’t touched you.” The goes back to urging Trisha on. Usher is in a bad way as she is sent into the corner pads and her head whiplashes back over the top turnbuckle. The Athletically build Suguitan charges and leaps looking to crush the Arm Candy under her frame, but just as Alexis commits and leaps into the air, Usher ducks out of the way leaving the Filipino nothing but a hard landing. Alexis groans hanging in the corner as Trisha staggers around the ring and up to the referee asking him to check her eye that long ago was raked by Alexis. Now with the referee distracted on the other side Gretchen climbs to the ring apron and pulls Alexis along the ring ropes placing her throat over the top strand. The One Woman Shopping Spree holds the Associate by the back of the head and drops off the ring apron. Alexis is pulled along the rope digging into her windpipe before she’s sent springing back into the ring landing on her back. Trisha seeing Gretchen has completed her task thanks the referee and pushes past him and collects Alexis stuffing her back in the corner. The busty brunette grabs the middle rope on either side of Suguitan’s hips ready to drive shoulder blocks into her taunt tummy.
Portia complains bitterly about the interference, screaming at the official first at Gretchen's antics, then directing her shouts at Usher trapping her fellow Associate in the corner. It's all for naught though as, Trisha dips and leans back. The chesty brunette surges forward, thrusting her shoulder deep into the tawny tummy of Alexis. Suguitan grunts loudly with each gutting, folding in half around the invading joint. Her almond-shaped eyes bulge, pouty lips exploding wide with each. The number grows to a full five-spot before Trisha ends her attack and lets a gasping Alexis slump in the corner.
After backing off enough to reset the referee, Trisha glares at Portia, the thought of attacking the blonde crosses her mind. Gretchen yells at Portia, “If your girl can’t take it, you shouldn’t have left her get in the ring with a Trophy Wife.” Portia turns two shades of red deeper, but remains silent. Usher turns her attention back to the winded Filipino, reaching out Trisha clamps her paws down on Alexis’s gurls pulling her out of the corner saying, “Come on training bra.” The Gold Digger leads Suguitan to the center of the ring, the Associate tries prying the claws from her bosom, but can’t free herself. Trisha twists the other brunette out in front of her releasing her goodies, but quickly she has a hand on Alexis’s thigh and the other reaching for her chin to lift Portia’s Junior Partner up into a torture rack.
Trisha sends her right arm between the tawny stems of Suguitan from behind. Showing the power that made her a much different partner than Gretchen's original, Claudia Rooney, Usher 'hups' Alexis off her feet and across her shoulders. With the Associate's chest and face pointed to the rafters, the Solid Gold Digger bends her foe's backbone in a brutal arc. Trisha increases the anguish induced from the Rack by marching around the ring, each step torturous to the exotic Associate. Alexis grits her perfect pearlies until another wrenching on both sides from Trisha forces a piercing yelp from Suguitan. "You want to give it up?" the official asks. "Nuh...uh," Alexis groans unconvincingly. Portia slaps the canvas demanding her charge escape but Alexis is strapped in place with nowhere to go. A frantic VanBuren pulls an iPhone from a unobtrusive location and gets to callin'.
Gretchen yells, “Break that trailer park trash!” Usher stomps around sending the jolts of pain into Alexis’s spine. Not getting the answer she wants from the trapped brunette Trisha slides her hand from chin down across Suguitan’s sweaty chest until she finds jugg again crushing the soft flesh between hard fingers. Alexis desperate tries raking her free hand at Trisha’s blue eyes again, but her aim is off, the near miss does convince Usher to dump her load back to the canvas. The Trophy Wife reaches down too pull Alexis back to her feet, looking to set her up for the Debt Collector.
DEBT COLLECTOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWo7i33eg_w
Trisha grabs the left arm of the aching Alexis and wrenches it with a spin, then steps over the arm, keeping one boot planted. Portia breaks from her conversation to scream at her protege to counter, shouting "BACK BODY". But the Drop isn't coming. Instead Usher wraps an arm around the back of the Associate's neck and lays out, 'Collecting' plenty in return from earlier in the match. Suguitan's skull is DRIVEN into the deck. The force of the signature sends Alexis back up to her knees, but it's only for an instant and she face plants into the canvas, the crowd roaring its approval while Portia tugs at her flaxen locks on the sidelines in disbelief.
The crowd grows loud, not really a cheer, but a sign of awe of the high impact move. Trisha rolls over to her hands and knees crawling to Suguitan’s side and pushes the Associate over on to her back. Looking over at Portia sneering as she plants her palms on Alexi’s boobs pressing down hard as she goes for a conceded pinfall cover.
ONE…
TWO…
Alexis shoots up an arm pulling her shoulder up, at the cost of a bit more bra hurt. Portia still on the phone breaths a big sigh of relief, as Trisha rocks back on her knees looking at the referee and questioning the speed of his count. Gretchen pounds on the ring apron, “Stay on her Trisha!” Usher then decides there is another Debt she owes, since Portia wanted her to share it with Gretchen, but the Gold Digger pushes Suguitan over on to her stomach and lifts her hips. The busty brunette shapes her hand into a spade ready to apply a crotch claw to the velvet red trunks of the Junior Partner.
VanBuren calls for a microphone and snatches one from the air, tossed to her by a FAWN flunky. "Don't," she screams. "You do and both you and StepMommy will regret it." Trisha turns her gaze to Lylie VanBuren's bride and Gretchen shakes her head, laughing. "Do it!" she shouts to her partner. Trisha sinks her underhanded claw into Alexis' tender tissue. Suguitan goes bolt rigid and howls in pain from the piercing talons and clenching digits of Trisha's claw. Portia shouts at the zebra to break the hold, but he seems spellbound by Trisha's throttling grasp of the Filipino. "Get out here," Baby bellows into the mic. Down the aisle Portia's remaining Associates run, Rachel Raker and Cricket Munro racing not into the ring but around, each circling in opposite directions toward Gretchen.
The referee seeing the other Junior Partners arrive leaves his position in the ring moving to the ropes warning both Rachel and Cricket. Gretchen steps out of her heels, but the little black dress will now be a liability as she looks to have no choice to defend herself. The two smaller women are dressed for combat, and Cricket dives in wrapping herself around Portia’s Stepmommy’s legs. Rachel now give a stationary target launches in slamming a forearm into the side of Gretchen’s head. With Munro around her legs Vaughn-VanBuren falls over and the Associates are all over her. Trisha releases her claw on Alexis to move to help her tag team partner, but Portia enters the ring and strikes from behind with a forearm splitting Trisha’s thighs. Usher’s knees knock as she is frozen in pain, allowing Portia to hike up her little black dress exposing a black thong. Now that she’s has full mobility Portia leaps sending a kick into the back of Trisha’s head. Usher goes limp crashing to the canvas barely conscious. Portia moves like a cat getting out of the ring before the zebra sees her and pulls the dress back into position. Portia screams, “Get on her Alexis!”
Suguitan is very much less cat-like in her movements, the claw still showing its effects in her sluggish legs and pained face. Still, Alexis struggles to her feet and, once there, tugs the rubbery Trish to hers. The Filipino beauty yanks Usher's noggin between her thighs and clamps down on a standing head scissors. Forgoing the underhooks of a normal Tiger Driver, the catty Asscoiate snatches the lower togs of Trisha and brutally uses a warp-wedgie to try and lift the Trophy Wife off her feet and deliver her signature Panty Peeler Driver to the head and shoulders of the Solid Gold Digger.
PANTY PEELER DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACOAc7g8tlE
Suguitan struggles to get the Trophy Wife up, but the wedgie keeps digging deeper as the silver bottoms dig into Trisha’s undercarriage. Not giving up Alexis resets and takes a deep breath and up goes and the Junior Partner sits out sending Usher slamming into the canvas between Suguitan’s extended gams. The impact keeps Alexis from holding the busty brunette down for a pin as Trisha bounces rolling over Alexi’s leg and ending face down on the met. Outside the ring Rachel Raker and Cricket Munro are on Gretchen like Hyenas on a carcass, Gretchen tries fighting off her back, but the Junior Associates pull the back dress up over her head Hockey style and continue to batter the bigger brunette. Portia makes her way around to the side where Stepmommy is being taken care of, just for a better view.
"Your expiration date is closer than you think, bytch," Portia screams at her Stepmom. Meanwhile, in the ring, a battered but recovering Alexis crawls to the splayed Trisha and drags her fellow brunette up as she rises. The two seem to lean on each other to make it, but there's no confusion who's in charge when they reach vertical. Alexis collects the limp Usher in a front facelock, dipping her head under Trisha's opposite arm. On that side, the junior Associate plucks the Trophy Wife's leg off the deck in cradle fashion. She 'hups' Trisha into the air, turning her over as she does, hoping to deposit the Gold Digger into the deck, sending Usher 'From Penthouse to Poorhouse'
FROM PENTHOUSE TO POORHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJ6PCppzO1Y
Alexis keeps the Arm Candy cradled as she turns her over driving Trisha down to the canvas again, this time there is no bounce out of the move. Suguitan hooks her legs over Usher’s arms and pulls her leg in tight against the Filipino’s chest. The referee is down on the mat checking the Trophy Wife’s shoulders, Alexis noticing the man won’t be able to see reaches down sliding her hand inside Trisha’s trunks for a skin to skin claw hold.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Alexis stays in place not allowing Trisha out of the hold until a ten count would have been reached. The ring announcer makes it official, “YOUR WINNER…BY PINFALL…ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
Portia smiling once again orders Rachel and Cricket, “Get her in the ring too.” Gretchen reduced to a black thong and making strapless bra is hefted from the floor to the ring apron and shoved under the ropes by the Junior Associates.
VanBuren & Associates' chief counsel and Portia's longtime partner and onetime fellow World Tag champ make sure the battered Gretchen can make it to the ring and in. They follow behind, sliding under the strands while Portia stalks up the steps. VanBuren requests Cricket widen the ropes for her entry, but Munro's face goes sour. "Get in here yourself. Or get Daddy to do it." Baby smirks, shakes her head, and makes her own way in. By now, Alexis has already taken a seat on Trisha's mug to add insult to injury and Raker has Gretchen up and wobbly next to her mounted partner. VB&A's attorney offers Vaughn-VanBuren to Gretchen's sweet stepdaughter, but Portia has to refuse. "Can't touch Jersey, Rach. You know that." Raker nods her head. She collects the raven-haired Gretch by the noggin, turns away from her and pops the deadweight across her back, just as quickly laying out and THWUMPING her to the canvas with the Riot Stopper .
ROIT STOPPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2v6OdV4rFw
The splattered Gretchen spreads out in a wide spreadeagle, knocked into next week. But the jackal-like Cricket still wants her piece of meat. The little lightweight tries to get the ragdolled Gretchen up but it takes some help from Raker. Once there though, she needs none to twist out of a front facelock and into her Jet Set Stunner. She uses it to plant Gretchen to perfection, Vaughn-VanBuren flopping to her back from the force of the impact. Munro sits next to Portia's stepmom like she's beaten her singlehandedly. "Where's Lyle?" she asks. "I feel like another one."
"Calm yourself, Christina," Portia says. "I'm guessing he has better things to do right now."
Portia motions for Rachel, Cricket and yes, even the giddy Alexis to rise. They join the lead Associate in a kickline, shoulder to shoulder, hovering over the demolished Trophy Wives. Together they bow as one, turn, and kick imaginary dirt on the remains of Gretchen and Trisha before bidding the Trophy Wives adieu to the sound of jeers and catcalls from the FAWNatics.
Wedding bells, to be more precise.
The bells chimed half a dozen times before fading out and in their place rose a high, keening tone that folks took to be ringing in their ears before coming to realize it was a steadily held organ note. Eventually the organ faded out too and by then those with a knack for such things had recognized the tune as A.F.I.’s ‘Prelude 12-21’
“KISS MY EYES AND LAY ME TO SLEEP”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CrZkrEZ9C8Y
‘This is what I brought you, this you can keep.
This is what I brought, you may forget me.
I promise to depart, just promise one thing.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.’
The end of the first verse brought a single blue-white spotlight to the stage and where there had been nothing earlier, a solitary figure stands. The new arrival is a statuesque brunette, perhaps 5’7 or 5’8 and she looked dressed for nuptials of a most unique variety. Silver was the predominant color in her togs. Silver bra-style top done in crushed velvet with an icy blue ribbon threaded back and forth across the décolletage and matching yoga shorts festooned with blue and silver streamers at each hip. There was more silver and blue thanks to mesh forearms sleeves while her pads and boots were a pure, virginal white, the latter emblazoned with a scrolled ‘TW’ at the outside ankle.
Impressive battle attire to be sure, but it was three other details that really stole the show. First there is the matching half-veil that obscured her face from forehead to nose, then there was the sleeveless duster-style jacket in white leather, the backs of which had been expertly-tailored to mimic the train of a wedding gown. As a final surreal touch, the woman claspes a bouquet of wine-red roses, the petals brushing lightly against her impressive curves. On a signal no one else could hear, the she lets the flowers drop to the floor and makes a point of stepping through them on her way to the ring.
By now a good number of fans had formed a pretty good idea of who commanded the stage, but for those that didn’t, the Announcer filled in the details. “And introducing first, she weighs in at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds, she is…TRISHA USHER!”
Trisha Usher
Offering no response to the boos this revelation brought down, Usher traverses the ramp without a word, then climbed the ring steps and waits on the apron until the official comes over and parts the ropes for her passing. Trisha moves to the center of the ring, her arrival in the squared circle brought the lights back with a muted ‘thoomp’.
Eyes sparkling from beneath the veil, the Trophy Wife shrugged out of her coat and handed it to the referee. “Portia and her Associates will pay for messing with Gretchen and I.”
Trisha does not look pleased, the as she snatches the veil from her face and tosses it to the referee as well. As the man rushes over to ringside passing the finery off to a ring attendant the Gold Digger growls, “Bring the Pawn out now, so I can show all the difference between a Trophy Wife and lacky of the Spoiled Brat.”
On the FAWNtron, the image of Gretchen Vaughn-Van Buren with Lyle Van Buren up in their private box above the arena. The other half of the Trophy Wives doesn’t look any happier than her tag partner in the ring. Lyle on the other hand is all smiles waving to the crowd.
A familiar, old-school refrain trumpets through the speakers, the sound bringing back thoughts of FAWN gone by. But nostalgia certainly hasn’t made the fans’ hearts grow fonder, as ‘The World is Not Enough’ from Garbage couldn’t even get through its sweeping instrumental opening without encountering a wall of jeers.
And when the woman whom the song once represented steps from behind the curtains, the volume raises to jet engine proportions.
Fortune’s Favorite takes center stage, half-beaming, half-smirking at the crowd’s disdain.
Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV...
Dressed in a tight black minidress and black pumps, Portia VanBuren looks like she’s ready for a night out on the town in Soho rather than one beside the ring in central Florida. When Baby raises a microphone to her ruby lips, the audience goes absolutely bonkers, but the slender socialite merely waits out the great unwashed.
“Are you ready? Because we can wait. You’re all on Associates’ time,” Portia informs before turning to the ring. “Including you slut” Baby adds to her stepmother’s partner.
When the crowd simmers to a dull roar, the slender socialite continues.
“And her opponent,” VanBuren bellows in dramatic fashion, “Hailing from Manila in the Philippines. She stands five feet and eight glorious inches and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-four succulent pounds. She is VanBuren & Associates sterling junior partner. She is ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
Alexis Suguitan...
Joining Portia on the stage, a tall, curvy, exotic brunette moves next to her mentor. The two embrace and cast matching looks of disgust over the FAWNatics. The duo start down the ramp, Alexis in a red velvet bra and panties with sheer red stockings on long, flawless legs that were blissfully free of boots.
The crowd waits for the two additional members of the Associates to join them, but when VanBuren and Suguitan reach halfway to the ring, the FAWNatics become convinced Trisha will only face one extra foe on the sidelines instead of three.
Alexis and Portia move to ringside, occasionally swatting or cursing at the morons who dare reach for them. Alexis gets mouthy with the dolts and dunderheads while Portia appears relatively at ease, keeping her focus on Usher, miming a kiss at the Trophy Wife.
Baby turns and whispers into Alexis’ ear as they reach the ring steps and Suguitan nods, deadly serious. While the former catfighter saunters up the steps, slips through the ropes and settles in her corner, staring a blazing hole through the brunette across the canvas, Portia settles in the young up-and-comer’s corner.
“We’re going to use you as a display for Mommy Dearest,” Portia shouts to Trisha, trying to distract Usher enough for Alexis to make a pre-bell run. “The honeymoon period’s over for Gretch. And you’re over…period.”
Trisha adjusts her togs, her ample bosom bugling as her outfit hug the impressive curves. Portia’s threat brings Usher out of her corner, “You’re a spoiled brat Portia, and after I spank your little friend her, I’ll do you too.”
The referee positions himself between Suguitan and Usher, but the Trophy Wife turns on him next, “Ring the Bell Godfrey.”
Mumbling the ref says, “My name is Craig, why do I bother.” Turning the ref calls louder, “Ring the bell!”
Trisha is about an inch shorter, but her curves are thicker, the pair of brunettes circle closing in Usher ignores Portia, but as she passes close the Senior Partner shoots an arm in under the bottom rope hitting Trisha’s ankle. The move isn’t enough to do anything except distract Usher, which was Portia’s plan, Alexis shoots forward slamming into the Gold Digger and marches Trisha back into the corner. The ref steps in, “Let’s have a clean break!”
Alexis presses in against the busty brunette, as they both reposition arms to try and get some advantage before they pull part.
And when there's a hair's breadth between them, Trisha spins the duo and gives Alexis a taste of her strength, trapping her against the buckles. Suguitan clearly does not like her back pressed against the "wall" and she gives Trisha a shove. Usher is sent back a step or three and comes back with a shove of her own that sends Suguitan's back clunking against the corner with enough force, she's dropped to her backside. Alexis looks up at the Trophy Wife with alarm and then to the ref. "Get her back, NOW." The man does as he's told. Alexis turns for a quick conference with her senior partner and uses the ropes to pull her way up.
She advances out of the corner and ties up with Trisha mid-ring, quickly shifting the Trophy Wife into a side headlock. Alexis grinds Usher's head against her side. "Lesson one," the Filipino grunts before shifting her grip to a wrist and flinging Trisha toward the ropes. Alexis positions herself directly in the path of the rebounding Usher, dropping a shoulder in preparation of sending it crashing into Trisha's chest.
The smacking of flesh on flesh brings a gasp from the FAWNatics, but neither woman goes down. This time both turn and run for the ropes the two solid brunette’s charging down on each other. Sound of bodies coming together is louder this time and Trisha and Alexis stagger backwards, but both keep their feet. The Trophy Wife steps forward dipping down shooting an arm between the Filipino’s shapely thighs and scoops Alexis up on to her shoulder. The Solid Gold Digger holds the wiggling Associate on her shoulder looking to slam her to the canvas as Alexis tries slipping out the back.
And slip away she does, landing behind Trisha. Before Usher can turn, Alexis shoves the brunette toward the ropes in front of her and off Usher scoots toward the cables, turning as she hits them. She rebounds to the waiting Associate and delivers a heavy shoulder, this one knocking Suguitan flat to her back. Trisha stands in a straddle over the startled Alexis who scoots her way through the Gold Digger's legs. With Alexis popping to her feet, the women turn toward each other and Suguitan copies Trisha's offense, dipping and scooping Usher onto her right shoulder, ready to send Trisha THUMPING to the canvas with a body slam.
The Filipino doesn’t pause as long as the Trophy Wife had and she sends Trisha down to the canvas. The impact bounces Usher back up off the canvas a few inch before she lands a second time, Alexis standing over top of the Gold Digger. Trisha’s back arches as she sends a hand to her spine, Suguitan stops a stocking covered foot down on the other brunette’s shoulder. Trisha rolls away climbing back to her feet as the Associate can’t help but look smug after succeeding where the Arm Candy failed, Portia outside the ring leads a very small cheer for Alexis.
VanBuren turns to stare toward the suites high in the arena bowl and points toward the action behind her then blows a kiss into the darkness. In the squared circle, Alexis charges Usher and bullies her foe back into a corner. With Usher trapped in front of her, Alexis fashions her hands into a pair of knife-edges and raises them high, prepared to send each into the napes of Trisha's neck in rapid-fire succession with a Mongolian Chop Flurry that tended to end in a double breast claw for those familiar with the Associate's catty repertoire.
Over and over Alexis hammers the edge of her hands into the base of Trisha’s neck with the Mongolian Chops, Usher’s body jerking with each blow. The attack makes Trisha’s arms and shoulders heavy and slow, so when Alexis shoots her claws forward there is no hope for Usher to stop Suguitan from clamping down on the Gold Digger’s huge assets. It’s not often that FAWNatics see Portia actually happy, the blonde cheering and encouraging her Junior Partner as she mauls her stepmom’s partner. The referee wants the action out of the corner, but Alexis keeps mauling. Trisha finally gets her hands up trying to first pry the Filipino’s grip off her juggs, but when that fails, the former catfighter fights fire with fire gripping Alexis’s smaller, but impressive rack and marches her out of the corner. The crowd more interested as the former Apartment Fighters seem to be heading to a less than classic pro style.
The dark-haired beauties rip into each other with abandon, each wincing and cursing from the other woman's curled grips. Alexis seems to cede the battle when she releases her grasps on Trisha's gurls, but it quickly becomes clear why when Suguitan's nails rises to Usher's eyes and she scrapes them across, blinding the Gold Digger. Trisha shrieks and turns from the unfair play with Alexis quickly following. The Filipino beauty spins the blurry-eyed Usher to face her and pulls Trisha into a front facelock, Alexis slips her head under the Trophy Wife's arm and grabs some trunks on Trisha's hip to send her vaulting into the air and, hopefully, just as quickly back down the way she came with a gourdbuster,
GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2E9GxNMdCE
Still wiping at her eyes when Alexis clamps the headlock on her, Trisha is airborne before she realizes the danger. Once Suguitan has her up parallel with the canvas the Filipino Beauty just lets the Arm Candy drop face and chest first into the thinly padded plywood. Trisha’s rebounds up off the mat on to her knees one hand covering her face the other arm protectively across her rack. Now Alexis looks up to the far off suite blowing a kiss to the occupant, Usher wipes the last of the tears from her eyes and pushes to her feet as Suguitan turns her attention back to this half of the Trophy Wives.
The tawny grappler greedily accepts Trisha back into her arms, driving a knee deep into Usher's midriff, doubling up the brunette, raising her to tiptoes. Alexis wraps her arms around the gutted tummy of the Trophy Wife and heaves her into a forward flip up the Associate's body, Trisha ending atop her foe's shoulders. Before the Solid Gold Digger can curl her fingers into a fist and fight her way free, Alexis starts to lope toward the nearest corner, planning on sending Trisha crashing down with a turnbuckle powerbomb.
TURNBUCKLE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vNF7M6Swglw
The back of Trisha’s head and shoulders slam into the top turnbuckle, Usher’s back arches as she takes a single step before falling to her knees and then plops face first to the canvas. The Trophy Wife rubs the back of her head with one hand while her right toe taps the canvas over and over again. Portia clapping for Alexis offers, “Doing great Alex, really put it too her!” Alexis nods as she runs her fingers along the leg holes of her panties snapping them back down over the curve of her buttocks. Trisha raises her head and pushes up on to her elbows as she tries to clear the cobwebs cluttering her brain.
Suguitan moves to the striped shirt and pulls him toward her. "Can you check if I'm covered back there?" she asks, showing some newfound modesty. The man agrees, peeking around her hip to check. While the ref helps one Associate, the other helps herself. Hopping to the apron, Portia swings an arm around the throat of Usher and begins strangling the life out of her. Trisha flails wildly, her eyes bulging, legs kicking in front of her. "Time for the Trophy Wives to be replaced with newer shinier trophies," Van Buren whispers in Trisha's ear. With the ref happy with the placement of Suguitan's bottoms, Portia release her grip. She delivers a forearm to the back of Trisha's head and drops to the floor. Meanwhile, the staggering Arm Candy winds toward Alexis who measures a spin kick toward the mush of Usher.
Trisha reaches back over her head trying to get some part of Portia, but never really succeeds. When Trisha stumbles out into the ring Suguitan’s long leg comes flashing up right into the brunette’s face. Usher’s head snaps back and takes the rest of her body with her sending her flat to her back again. Alexis moves to the Arm Candy’s side and cocks her elbow, dropping down the Associate drives her elbow into the cleft of Usher’s cleavage and then rolls over hooking a leg for a pin.
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Alexis seemed ready to pull Trisha up if needed, but the Trophy Wife finds her own way out. Portia does give her Junior Partner a glare as if she had went off script, but the Filipino Beauty gives her a reassuring smile.
When Suguitan adds a wink, VanBuren starts moving around the ring toward the grapplers. Alexis tugs Trisha to her feet by a wrist. She bullies Usher to the ropes, backs up a few steps and clotheslines the Trophy Wife over the top. Trisha tumbles up, over, and careens with the apron on the way to the floor. The brunette ends in a jumble on the thinly padded cement. Alexis now directs the official's attention toward her top and the healthy juggs beneath, asking the man if her lace garment topside also needs an adjustment. While the man hems and haws, Portia strealthily moves toward Trisha, grasping her head and tugging her stepmother's partner her feet. "Time for a little unscheduled party," Portia whispers to the groaning Usher.
Dress for a night on the town and not physical conflict Portia is limited in her choices, but she slams Trisha’s back into the ring apron. Usher may have fallen back to the arena floor if not for Portia pressing into her and holding her up so she could hammer a trio of forearms down on the Trophy Wife’s juggs. In the ring Alexis nearly has the referee in a front sleeper giving him a close inspection of her own impressive assets. The Senior Partner of VanBuren and Associates turns the brunette around shoving her head under the bottom rope, Portia then kicks Trisha’s legs apart and applies a wicked underhand crotch claw to the center of Usher’s trunks. Leaning against the brunette’s back as she squeezes Trisha’s neither regions. Portia whispers, “Pass this along to Gretchen for me.” The referee is finally able to break free from Suguitan and sees Portia and Trisha on the outside, but before he can complain too much Portia lifts the Gold Digger on to the ring apron by her hand hold and shoves Usher back into the ring, “I was just helping her back into the ring.” Portia says with all the innocents she can muster.
Alexis accepts her gift from the Boss, pulling an aching Trisha up by her braincase. The Filipino lifts Usher's left arm and throws it over her shoulder. The tawny-skinned beauty dips and sends an arm between Trisha's legs and 'hups' the Trophy Wife toward a draping spot on her right shoulder. She holds Usher there and points to the suite ring of FAWN Arena far above, as if to say this is for you Gretchen. Alexis walks a circuit around the ring, showing Portia and the FAWNatics her power and prowess, in preparation of sending the Solid Gold Digger down with a powerslam.
POWERSLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rex8UqW9LMQ )
Alexis finds a spot to her liking and turns Trisha over and comes down on top of the other brunette setting the ring to rattling and the ropes shaking as she drives Usher into the thinly padded plywood. Though she’s in a perfect position to cover Suguitan passes on the chance and leans back on her haunches, raising her arms above her head Alexis claps her hands together before brining a double axe handle down on top Usher’s tummy. Again the Junior Partner looks up to the skybox and points, then she swings a leg over Trisha’s body mounting the Trophy Wife and applies the double breast claw for the second time.
The focus on the Suite above the arena proves to be pointless as coming out from behind the curtain and storming towards the ring Gretchen Vaughn-VanBuren has had enough of the Associate’s tactics and is on her way to the ring. Like Portia though Gretchen is more dress for a night at the country club than the ring wearing a form hugging black dress and heels.
Unaware of her stepmother's approach, Portia calls on Alexis to dig deep and the catty Suguitan does just that, clenching her digits into the yelping Trisha, while simultaneously forcing her foe's shoulders to the canvas for...
ONE...
TWO...
... and Usher ignores the kneading of her breasts long enough to throw a shoulder up. Alexis releases and slaps the taste out of Trisha's mouth. "I should be dealing with Gretchen," Alexis growls. "You're just not up to this task." As if on cue, Vaughn-VanBuren reaches ringside. She buzzes by Portia glancing a shoulder into Baby's, passing it off as an accident. The blonde shouts after her stepmom "I'm telling my father." Gretchen seems unconcerned and she takes the corner opposite Portia, chanting at her fellow Trophy Wife to gain control. Suguitan protests Gretchen's arrival, demanding she get escorted out, staring at the raven-haired Trophy Wife while tugging Trisha up. "Get a close look," she shouts at Gretchen. She grabs a wrist of Usher and sends her foe barreling into the corner near her fellow gold digger then follows close behind, leaping as she closes in, Alexis intent on avalanche splashing Trisha into a grease spot.
Gretchen reminds Portia, “I haven’t touched you.” The goes back to urging Trisha on. Usher is in a bad way as she is sent into the corner pads and her head whiplashes back over the top turnbuckle. The Athletically build Suguitan charges and leaps looking to crush the Arm Candy under her frame, but just as Alexis commits and leaps into the air, Usher ducks out of the way leaving the Filipino nothing but a hard landing. Alexis groans hanging in the corner as Trisha staggers around the ring and up to the referee asking him to check her eye that long ago was raked by Alexis. Now with the referee distracted on the other side Gretchen climbs to the ring apron and pulls Alexis along the ring ropes placing her throat over the top strand. The One Woman Shopping Spree holds the Associate by the back of the head and drops off the ring apron. Alexis is pulled along the rope digging into her windpipe before she’s sent springing back into the ring landing on her back. Trisha seeing Gretchen has completed her task thanks the referee and pushes past him and collects Alexis stuffing her back in the corner. The busty brunette grabs the middle rope on either side of Suguitan’s hips ready to drive shoulder blocks into her taunt tummy.
Portia complains bitterly about the interference, screaming at the official first at Gretchen's antics, then directing her shouts at Usher trapping her fellow Associate in the corner. It's all for naught though as, Trisha dips and leans back. The chesty brunette surges forward, thrusting her shoulder deep into the tawny tummy of Alexis. Suguitan grunts loudly with each gutting, folding in half around the invading joint. Her almond-shaped eyes bulge, pouty lips exploding wide with each. The number grows to a full five-spot before Trisha ends her attack and lets a gasping Alexis slump in the corner.
After backing off enough to reset the referee, Trisha glares at Portia, the thought of attacking the blonde crosses her mind. Gretchen yells at Portia, “If your girl can’t take it, you shouldn’t have left her get in the ring with a Trophy Wife.” Portia turns two shades of red deeper, but remains silent. Usher turns her attention back to the winded Filipino, reaching out Trisha clamps her paws down on Alexis’s gurls pulling her out of the corner saying, “Come on training bra.” The Gold Digger leads Suguitan to the center of the ring, the Associate tries prying the claws from her bosom, but can’t free herself. Trisha twists the other brunette out in front of her releasing her goodies, but quickly she has a hand on Alexis’s thigh and the other reaching for her chin to lift Portia’s Junior Partner up into a torture rack.
Trisha sends her right arm between the tawny stems of Suguitan from behind. Showing the power that made her a much different partner than Gretchen's original, Claudia Rooney, Usher 'hups' Alexis off her feet and across her shoulders. With the Associate's chest and face pointed to the rafters, the Solid Gold Digger bends her foe's backbone in a brutal arc. Trisha increases the anguish induced from the Rack by marching around the ring, each step torturous to the exotic Associate. Alexis grits her perfect pearlies until another wrenching on both sides from Trisha forces a piercing yelp from Suguitan. "You want to give it up?" the official asks. "Nuh...uh," Alexis groans unconvincingly. Portia slaps the canvas demanding her charge escape but Alexis is strapped in place with nowhere to go. A frantic VanBuren pulls an iPhone from a unobtrusive location and gets to callin'.
Gretchen yells, “Break that trailer park trash!” Usher stomps around sending the jolts of pain into Alexis’s spine. Not getting the answer she wants from the trapped brunette Trisha slides her hand from chin down across Suguitan’s sweaty chest until she finds jugg again crushing the soft flesh between hard fingers. Alexis desperate tries raking her free hand at Trisha’s blue eyes again, but her aim is off, the near miss does convince Usher to dump her load back to the canvas. The Trophy Wife reaches down too pull Alexis back to her feet, looking to set her up for the Debt Collector.
DEBT COLLECTOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWo7i33eg_w
Trisha grabs the left arm of the aching Alexis and wrenches it with a spin, then steps over the arm, keeping one boot planted. Portia breaks from her conversation to scream at her protege to counter, shouting "BACK BODY". But the Drop isn't coming. Instead Usher wraps an arm around the back of the Associate's neck and lays out, 'Collecting' plenty in return from earlier in the match. Suguitan's skull is DRIVEN into the deck. The force of the signature sends Alexis back up to her knees, but it's only for an instant and she face plants into the canvas, the crowd roaring its approval while Portia tugs at her flaxen locks on the sidelines in disbelief.
The crowd grows loud, not really a cheer, but a sign of awe of the high impact move. Trisha rolls over to her hands and knees crawling to Suguitan’s side and pushes the Associate over on to her back. Looking over at Portia sneering as she plants her palms on Alexi’s boobs pressing down hard as she goes for a conceded pinfall cover.
ONE…
TWO…
Alexis shoots up an arm pulling her shoulder up, at the cost of a bit more bra hurt. Portia still on the phone breaths a big sigh of relief, as Trisha rocks back on her knees looking at the referee and questioning the speed of his count. Gretchen pounds on the ring apron, “Stay on her Trisha!” Usher then decides there is another Debt she owes, since Portia wanted her to share it with Gretchen, but the Gold Digger pushes Suguitan over on to her stomach and lifts her hips. The busty brunette shapes her hand into a spade ready to apply a crotch claw to the velvet red trunks of the Junior Partner.
VanBuren calls for a microphone and snatches one from the air, tossed to her by a FAWN flunky. "Don't," she screams. "You do and both you and StepMommy will regret it." Trisha turns her gaze to Lylie VanBuren's bride and Gretchen shakes her head, laughing. "Do it!" she shouts to her partner. Trisha sinks her underhanded claw into Alexis' tender tissue. Suguitan goes bolt rigid and howls in pain from the piercing talons and clenching digits of Trisha's claw. Portia shouts at the zebra to break the hold, but he seems spellbound by Trisha's throttling grasp of the Filipino. "Get out here," Baby bellows into the mic. Down the aisle Portia's remaining Associates run, Rachel Raker and Cricket Munro racing not into the ring but around, each circling in opposite directions toward Gretchen.
The referee seeing the other Junior Partners arrive leaves his position in the ring moving to the ropes warning both Rachel and Cricket. Gretchen steps out of her heels, but the little black dress will now be a liability as she looks to have no choice to defend herself. The two smaller women are dressed for combat, and Cricket dives in wrapping herself around Portia’s Stepmommy’s legs. Rachel now give a stationary target launches in slamming a forearm into the side of Gretchen’s head. With Munro around her legs Vaughn-VanBuren falls over and the Associates are all over her. Trisha releases her claw on Alexis to move to help her tag team partner, but Portia enters the ring and strikes from behind with a forearm splitting Trisha’s thighs. Usher’s knees knock as she is frozen in pain, allowing Portia to hike up her little black dress exposing a black thong. Now that she’s has full mobility Portia leaps sending a kick into the back of Trisha’s head. Usher goes limp crashing to the canvas barely conscious. Portia moves like a cat getting out of the ring before the zebra sees her and pulls the dress back into position. Portia screams, “Get on her Alexis!”
Suguitan is very much less cat-like in her movements, the claw still showing its effects in her sluggish legs and pained face. Still, Alexis struggles to her feet and, once there, tugs the rubbery Trish to hers. The Filipino beauty yanks Usher's noggin between her thighs and clamps down on a standing head scissors. Forgoing the underhooks of a normal Tiger Driver, the catty Asscoiate snatches the lower togs of Trisha and brutally uses a warp-wedgie to try and lift the Trophy Wife off her feet and deliver her signature Panty Peeler Driver to the head and shoulders of the Solid Gold Digger.
PANTY PEELER DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACOAc7g8tlE
Suguitan struggles to get the Trophy Wife up, but the wedgie keeps digging deeper as the silver bottoms dig into Trisha’s undercarriage. Not giving up Alexis resets and takes a deep breath and up goes and the Junior Partner sits out sending Usher slamming into the canvas between Suguitan’s extended gams. The impact keeps Alexis from holding the busty brunette down for a pin as Trisha bounces rolling over Alexi’s leg and ending face down on the met. Outside the ring Rachel Raker and Cricket Munro are on Gretchen like Hyenas on a carcass, Gretchen tries fighting off her back, but the Junior Associates pull the back dress up over her head Hockey style and continue to batter the bigger brunette. Portia makes her way around to the side where Stepmommy is being taken care of, just for a better view.
"Your expiration date is closer than you think, bytch," Portia screams at her Stepmom. Meanwhile, in the ring, a battered but recovering Alexis crawls to the splayed Trisha and drags her fellow brunette up as she rises. The two seem to lean on each other to make it, but there's no confusion who's in charge when they reach vertical. Alexis collects the limp Usher in a front facelock, dipping her head under Trisha's opposite arm. On that side, the junior Associate plucks the Trophy Wife's leg off the deck in cradle fashion. She 'hups' Trisha into the air, turning her over as she does, hoping to deposit the Gold Digger into the deck, sending Usher 'From Penthouse to Poorhouse'
FROM PENTHOUSE TO POORHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJ6PCppzO1Y
Alexis keeps the Arm Candy cradled as she turns her over driving Trisha down to the canvas again, this time there is no bounce out of the move. Suguitan hooks her legs over Usher’s arms and pulls her leg in tight against the Filipino’s chest. The referee is down on the mat checking the Trophy Wife’s shoulders, Alexis noticing the man won’t be able to see reaches down sliding her hand inside Trisha’s trunks for a skin to skin claw hold.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Alexis stays in place not allowing Trisha out of the hold until a ten count would have been reached. The ring announcer makes it official, “YOUR WINNER…BY PINFALL…ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
Portia smiling once again orders Rachel and Cricket, “Get her in the ring too.” Gretchen reduced to a black thong and making strapless bra is hefted from the floor to the ring apron and shoved under the ropes by the Junior Associates.
VanBuren & Associates' chief counsel and Portia's longtime partner and onetime fellow World Tag champ make sure the battered Gretchen can make it to the ring and in. They follow behind, sliding under the strands while Portia stalks up the steps. VanBuren requests Cricket widen the ropes for her entry, but Munro's face goes sour. "Get in here yourself. Or get Daddy to do it." Baby smirks, shakes her head, and makes her own way in. By now, Alexis has already taken a seat on Trisha's mug to add insult to injury and Raker has Gretchen up and wobbly next to her mounted partner. VB&A's attorney offers Vaughn-VanBuren to Gretchen's sweet stepdaughter, but Portia has to refuse. "Can't touch Jersey, Rach. You know that." Raker nods her head. She collects the raven-haired Gretch by the noggin, turns away from her and pops the deadweight across her back, just as quickly laying out and THWUMPING her to the canvas with the Riot Stopper .
ROIT STOPPER:
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The splattered Gretchen spreads out in a wide spreadeagle, knocked into next week. But the jackal-like Cricket still wants her piece of meat. The little lightweight tries to get the ragdolled Gretchen up but it takes some help from Raker. Once there though, she needs none to twist out of a front facelock and into her Jet Set Stunner. She uses it to plant Gretchen to perfection, Vaughn-VanBuren flopping to her back from the force of the impact. Munro sits next to Portia's stepmom like she's beaten her singlehandedly. "Where's Lyle?" she asks. "I feel like another one."
"Calm yourself, Christina," Portia says. "I'm guessing he has better things to do right now."
Portia motions for Rachel, Cricket and yes, even the giddy Alexis to rise. They join the lead Associate in a kickline, shoulder to shoulder, hovering over the demolished Trophy Wives. Together they bow as one, turn, and kick imaginary dirt on the remains of Gretchen and Trisha before bidding the Trophy Wives adieu to the sound of jeers and catcalls from the FAWNatics.