Post by alyadmirer on Aug 5, 2015 1:31:42 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit!” the Announcer proclaimed to the throngs of FAWNatics in the sold-out arena. “Introducing first, hailing from Bridgeport California, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Neo-Noir Knockout… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
For viewers at home the blonde’s last name was a talisman, one that turned the arena a scratchy black & white in the blink of an eye. Along with it came a decidedly modern combination of guitar and drums, the thrumming beat that heralded Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’. Shortly thereafter the Magnificent Moll strode through the curtain.
MACHINE GUN BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uf3FOEL3KjE
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Dressed in a half length (it ended about mid-thigh) grey trench coat and matching fedora, Veronica Treymane broke into a knowing smile when the fans bellowed ’REACH FOR THE SKY!’ She cocked her head to one side and grinned. “Hey, that’s my line.” Then she whipped open the coat with her free hand and raised a replica Thompson sub-machinegun to the rafters. “REACH FOR THE SKY AND NO ONE GETS HURT… ’CEPT FOR THE NEXT DAISY THAT COMES DOWN THIS AISLE!” With that Veronica squeezed the trigger and swept it back ‘n forth to rake the air with a blistering line of pyro that did a damned good job imitating real artillery. When the clip was exhausted Treymane raised it to her lips, blew smoke off the barrel and started her way down the aisle.
With the blonde moving fast and the coat flapping out in her wake, the FAWN faithful got a much better view of her ring attire. Tonight she sported boy-cut trunks in grey with white pinstripes and topped with a sturdy white belt. The top was a matching one-third length bustier with small buttons running up the center and white edging atop the cups. These halves were connected thin white suspenders, while her pads at knee and elbow were charcoal grey. The outfit was finished with matte-black boots that rose to mid-shin.
Pausing for the occasional picture or handshake with some of her ever-growing ‘Partners in Crime‘, Treymane strode down the ramp then went left at the end and headed up the steel steps where she placed a hand on the brim of her fedora. Headgear properly secured, the Dangerous Dame slipped through the ropes and strode to Algernon Carpenter, to whom she handed her firepower. She shrugged the trench coat loose immediately thereafter and draped it over his arm. “Set those somewhere near Joanna, Shamus. I don’t wanna see my barking iron in any more of Gordy’s seflies.”
“No one does, ’Ronnie.”
“Do your thing. I got a cat to skin.” Veronica clapped him on the shoulder, then offered her wrists, elbows and knees for inspection. Once she was cleared the blonde went to her corner, grabbed the top rope in both hands and dropped into a deep stretch to make sure she was nice and limber by the time her foe hit the squared circle.
With the Capone wannabe situated safely in one corner, the second consecutive destroyer class woman that would no doubt help lead FAWN into its next incarnation stood in an expectant crouch behind the curtain, clapping her hands and psyching herself into the ultimate stage of readiness.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
Behind her, Portia massaged the shoulders of her prized protégé, whispering in her ear, “Give her the works, Lexi,” VanBuren said. “We need to know if she’s got it and there’s no one better to determine that than you.”
PORTIA OPHELIA VANBUREN THE FOURTH:
A familiar, old-school refrain trumpeted through the speakers, the sound bringing back thoughts of FAWN and Portia 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.
THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8C5NLfYdZaE
Baby smirked at the reaction to her old song and Suguitan’s current.
“I’d be out there with you. I would,” Baby assured. “BUT, well, you know. And you got this anyway. Push her. Push her hard. And when you have to, take her out. It’ll be good to teach her a little humility before we make the decision.”
Alexis nodded and got a slap on the back from her boss a heartbeat before she headed through the part in the curtain.
The tall, exotic brunette moved to center stage where she threw an imperious gaze over the FAWNatics. She spread her copper-skinnes arms and legs wide and cast her eyes downward. Alexis was clad in her familiar and much-appreciated red velvet bra and panties with sheer red stockings on long, flawless legs that were blissfully free of boots.
Clapping her hands together overhead, Alexis started on her march to the ring, striding down the ramp and aisle with no attention paid the crowd jeering and reaching for her.
As the raven-haired beauty reached ringside and rose up the steps, the Announcer did his due diligence.
“And her opponent…hailing from Manila in the Philippines. She stands five feet and eight inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is VanBuren & Associates junior partner, ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
The crowd waited for the other Associates to appear but when Alexis made the apron all by her lonesome they started to believe they’d see an actual one on one contest, at least to start. Alexis slipped through the ropes, her dark sultry eyes never leaving the Associates’ target. Moving directly to the middle of the ring, Suguitan gave Veronica a long up-and-down then puckered for a kiss.
“I hope you brought more than your resume because it’s nothing special. You’re going to have show you can think on your feet and fight for you livelihood.”
Treymane frowned but made no move to join the brunette. “Resume’s more than enough to deal with the likes of you, Daisy. You’ll learn that soon enough.”
Suguitan almost went for the blonde right then, alas her approach was foiled by the ref, who took her arm gently. “Go to your corner, Alexis. I’ll ring the bell soon enough.”
“Doubt it.” Alexis broke free and went to her corner, making sure Treymane got an excellent view of her shoulders, stems and glutes in the process.
Veronica expected Alexis to lounge in the corner for a time after the bell sounded, that sort of practiced insouciance was a trait of all the Associates that weren’t her sister. So she was the tiniest bit surprised (and more than a little pleased) when Suguitan came forward with no hesitation whatsoever. Quick to match the brunette’s pace, Treymane headed for the center of the ring and circled wide right when Alexis did the same. Portia’s protégé showed loosely curled claws so Veronica answered with raised fists, both of which got tighter as their spiral began to shrink. Another surprise, Suguitan hadn’t yet said a word, thus leaving it to the Dangerous Dame to break the silence. “Wondered how long it would take sis to send one of her clients to check on me. Guess I’m glad she sent you and not Kylie, though I wouldn’t mind a shot at that Daisy’s strap.”
Alexis gave her a smile that doubled as a smirk. “You got the wrong idea, little sister. This isn’t a check in, it’s a try out.” ‘Out’ was still on her lips when Suguitan pounced in search of a clench.
Treymane twisted aside neat as you please and drew down on the small of Alexis’s back only to sheath her iron when the catfighter whirled around and cleared off by a few steps. “Try out?” Treymane asked. “Didn’t know I was looking for a job.”
“Not a job, ‘Ronnie.” Alexis’s claws were higher now, her long fingers twitching like a desperado’s. “An opportunity. Portia thinks the Associates need to expand and she’s tasked me with finding someone worthy enough to join our ranks. Your sister’s one of the toughest women I know, I so I figured I’d find out if you could take a punch as well as she do--”
The Filipino Phenom reared back for a Haymaker and Treymane raised a forearm to block it, which made her tummy a perfect target when Suguitan twisted in and TWHUMPED the broad side of her thigh up n’ across. Veronica ‘oooffhed’ and doubled over until Alexis snatched a handful of hair and straightened her up. Working one arm over the blonde’s shoulder and the other between her thighs, Alexis cupped a handful of glutes, then let out a stunned grunt when Treymane jabbed the point of her left elbow into the nape of the brunette’s neck.
An identical shot wrested Veronica free of the Scoop Slam, leaving her free to cup the sides of Alexis’s noggin and PWAK her across the jaw with a Thighlift identical to the one she’d endured moments prior. Suguitan staggered hard and Veronica started to pursue before drawing back when her foe regained her balance a heartbeat too quickly for the blonde’s liking.
“Guess sis didn’t tell you how I deal with cheap-shot artists, did she, Lexie?” Treymane asked the coal-eyed exotique.
“Don’t whine to me, sweetness. I didn’t come to you because the Associates need bikini meat. We need another ass kicker. Now do you want to lock up or keep flinging femme fatale clichés in my face?”
The Neo-Noir Knockout twitched an index finger once. “Let’s dance, Daisy. I’ll lead.”
She lunged and Alexis did the same, their first Lock-Up giving off the loud ‘SMECK!’ that always followed the collision of two toned tummies. Blonde and brunette were identical in height and weight so their contest was even indeed, but Veronica’s initial lunge granted her the tiniest edge in momentum and she exploited it by marching Suguitan toward the nearest corner.
Alexis was almost out of canvas when she moved her hand from Treymane’s shoulders to her hair. Filling it with as much as she could manage, she wrenched her foe’s head to one side and torqued her hips at the same time. Treymane’s yelp was followed by an angry grunt as Alexis BWUUUNGED her against the buckles with all the strength she could muster. Ignoring Carpenter’s warning about the infraction, Suguitan tummied up on her blonde while the hair-pullin’ hand moved to ‘Ronnie’s face and the other cupped her right breast.
“Fair warning, princess. I respect Rachel’s opinion more than most, but if you’re going to fight at my side I’ll want to test you personally. That means I’ll rake your face.” she curled that hand into a talon and pulled it from forehead to cheek on a sharp diagonal. “That means I’ll squeeze your tits.” Alexis did just that. First the right, then the left for good measure. “I’ll even crawl into your trunks if I feel the need.” She slotted the bronzed wedge of her thigh in against Veronica’s briefs and applied obvious pressure, but didn’t actually strike. “Not right now, though.” Suguitan chirped as the ref worked an arm between their midsections. “This time you get a break. Potential employee discount, you know.” Alexis patted Veronica’s cheek, raised her hands and backed off to give the official the clean break he was sure to whine about.
Free of the brunette’s touch, Treymane smoothed back her hair, rubbed the sting from her cheek and made minor adjustments to her togs. Eyes trained on her would-be coworker, she asked, “Just so I’m clear, you’re here to see if I can take what you’re dishing out?”
Alexis nodded. “Exactly.”
“Fair enough. But if we might work together I think it’s only fair if I get to test your jaw too. And your rack. And your gut. And your legs. And your… well, you get the idea, don’t you Daisy?”
Suguitan took a step back and stretched her arms wide. “Test me all you want, cupcake. Just don’t be surprised if the answers are tougher than you expected.”
Veronica reared back to pounce and Alexis mirrored her. But when the brunette lunged Treymane greeted her with a taste of her own medicine in the form of a CRAAACKING open-handed smack. The Filipino Phenom reeled back and this time Veronica swept her up before she could gather her senses. While it would’ve been more expedient to swing around and bounce Alexis into the corner she’d just escaped, Veronica had a point to prove and she did so by marching her opposition across the ring to DRIVE her into the opposite buckles.
Pressing in close even though Suguitan had nowhere to go, the Dangerous Dame put one hand to the brunette’s chest and pushed forward until her arm was almost fully extended. With Alexis’s head bent painfully over the top rope, Treymane crooked her other arm into a ‘V’ and laid it atop the catfighter’s defenseless rack. Buffing those velvet sheathed juggs far more gently than she would’ve preferred, Veronica said, “First session’s a free light polish. Next time you’ll get the full shellac. Friends of Rachel’s discount, you know.” The blonde backed off by the time the ref reached ’THREE!’ on his count, leaving Suguitan to gather her composure in peace.
“Got a lot of spirit, kitten.” she noted after a moment. “I hope it doesn’t leak out when I get my claws sunk in deep.”
“I never back down from a fight, ‘Lexie. Especially not against a chick in little velvet panties.”
Alexis pushed off the buckles with a clear swagger in her step. “Be careful what you say about my little velvet panties. You might find yourself inspecting them sooner or later.” She stopped a few steps shy of her adversary and raised her left hand into the rafters.
Veronica studied the brunette for a second or two, then stepped up and joined her right hand to Suguitan’s left. “I’m sure they’ll look even better pressed under museum glass. You’ll sign them for me, won’t you, Daisy?”
Alexis bared her teeth in something like a smile. “Oh yeah, you’ll do nicely. All you have to do is survive the interview.” Her other hand rose to meet Treymane’s and just like that the two burgeoning stars were locked in a Test of Strength. Nose to nose with the younger sister of Baby’s chief counsel, Suguitan added, “Fair warning. These interviews are brutal.” She punctuated by jerking Veronica’s hands down to shoulder level and thrusting her chest forward to knock the blonde off balance.
Veronica stumbled, caught her balance after a heartbeat and leaned into the Test with everything she had. “Brutal’s good.” she murmured, her words soft and threatening in Alexis’s ear. “I love brutal.”
Treymane chested back, rolling her wrists over those of Alexis and forcing the Associate down inch by barely perceptible inch. Though the lowering was painfully obvious to the Filipino, whose smile turned to a set of gritting pearlies, her eyes focused then worried as Veronica gained momentum, Alexis’ descent growing faster until she was lowered to a subservient knee.
“Know what else I love?” the blonde grunted. “Makin’ catfighters bend the knee.”
Alexis’ head flew forward, butting Veronica’s crotch and abruptly ending Treymane’s enjoyment from passing the Test. Apparently, Portia’s protégé had other, sterner examinations.
Veronica released her grip as the waves of anguish washed through her, Suguitan happy to oblige in return as the doubled blonde backpedaled a step or two with wide eyes. Alexis rose, shaking out her arms, embarrassed but obviously undeterred. She showed this from the surging leap and lifted knee to Veronica’s chin that would have sent the Neo-Noir Knockout spilling to horizontal if her arms hadn’t caught over the top rope behind her.
Moving to her blonde foe, Alexis cupped Treymane’s droopy chin and lifted her head, stared into the glassy deep dark eyes and delivered a pair of Mongolian Chops to either nape of Veronica’s neck. The Neo-Noir Knockout shrugged in pain, only for Alexis’s one set of Chops to turn into an absolute flurry, the blows raining down on Veronica until they sent her to penitence before the blossoming Associate.
Alexis gave the blonde an infuriating pat on the head, as if to signify ‘nice try’, and took off to the cables in front of her. Rebounding with authority, Suguitan lifted a knee, DRIVING it into the temple of Treymane, sending the VB&A potential sprawling to the deck.
The junior partner sidled to the downed blonde and planted a boot atop her rolling chest as the official slid down for the count, getting to ‘ONE’ before Treymane threw a shoulder up.
“If only I brought your sister’s legal pad,” Alexis purred, “I’d move you up from ‘failure’ to ‘incomplete’. Although, I don’t think you’re going to like things much when I’m complete.”
Alexis dipped, snatched onto Veronica by the scruff of her neck and an elbow and tugged her to boot-leather.
She doubled the powerful blonde at the waist with yet another knee, this one to Veronica’s abs. Violently, Alexis thrust the blonde’s head between her thighs and started to underhook Veronica’s arms but thought better of it. Instead, she cattily reached down Veronica’s back and slipped both sets of fingers into the leg holes behind Treymayne’s thighs.
Using the fabric as her handles, Alexis viciously lifted the possible Associate-to-be by her togs, running the material HIGH up the blonde’s crack. The wedgie assist flipped Veronica off her feet and into the Filipino’s signature Panty Peeler, the flip converted to a Tiger Driver that THUMPED her burden heavy and hard into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
PANTY PEELER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACOAc7g8tlE
Both women bounced an inch or so off the deck. But while Alexis was on her well-padded, copper-skinned behind, Treymane landed on the back of her head and her spine. She splayed in the half-grip of the Associate, Veronica’s legs and lower torso in Suguitan’s control, her upper half, head and arms lifeless, the flattened blonde remaining in a pinned daze for…
ONE…
TWO…
…and Treymane kicked free with a little room to spare, but not as much as her previous escape.
Alexis shook her head, tossing the long lethal legs of her foe aside. She popped to her feet and took a circular route around the overcome blonde.
“And Rachel said you’d be my toughest test yet. What a joke! I think she must have a soft spot in her heart… and in her head… when it comes to you.”
Suguitan delivered a battering boot to the bosom of the Neo-Noir Knockout, and another, and another. The catty Filipino then moved her red stockinged foot to Veronica’s features ‘washing’ Treymane’s face with the sole before settling down atop the blonde’s mouth and nose in a domineering smother. The lack of air resuscitated Veronica’s effort to clear Alexis’ foot off her face and she did so with an enthusiastic shove.
But Alexis had an enthusiastic response of her own, pistoning her right leg high and SLAMMING it down into Veronica’s crotch. A bug-eyed Ronnie shot to a seated position as if electrified, hands delving to the throbbing mound, dark eyes watering but steely toward the copper-skinned exotique.
“Did I touch a nerve?” Alexis chuckled, grinding her foot in before it’s thrust away by Veronica’s hands.
“One thing about you Rakers. None of you have the slightest sense of humor. Even Kylie can see the funny side of a crotch stomp after all she’s been through.”
Alexis lined up a Soccer Kick to the still seated Veronica’s chest and swung the powerful stem like a pendulum. But as she did, Veronica dropped to her back and the foot sliced by overhead without touching her.
Suddenly off balance, Alexis’s remaining planted leg was swept out from under her by the Knockout and Suguitan tumbled to the canvas on her chest with Treymane at her feet and in possession of an ankle. Veronica started to slide up the Associate’s body, reaching for a Crossface to fashion an STF, but the pulsing pain from her foe’s undercarriage gave Alexis enough time to kick her way free and scurry several steps away, while Veronica grimaced her way up to a slightly pigeon-toed stance.
Remarkably, it’s the blonde advancing toward the corner occupying brunette. Alexis motioned the limping Treymane toward her, timing perfectly Veronica’s thrust for a Collar & Elbow. Suguitan shifted to the side and guided her foe by, turning and slamming Veronica’s back into the buckles.
Working quickly, Alexis scooped under the wincing Veronica’s stems and lifted her to a seat on the top buckle. Turning from Treymane, Suguitan backed in and wrapped her arms around the calves of the Associates’ target.
Stepping away from the corner with Veronica in tow, Alexis sent the blonde dropping to drape down the back of the Filipino catfighter, the other woman’s knees folded over Suguitan’s shoulders. Alexis carried her cargo to dead center, ready to rock the Knockout’s lights out with a Reverse Alabama Slam.
Veronica straaaaaaained to reach the canvas but with her knees snugged against the points of Alexis’s shoulders it remained maddeningly out of reach. Desperate to avoid whatever nastiness the brunette had in mind, she abruptly snaked her left arm around Suguitan’s left shin and pulled it as tight as she could.
Alexis grunted, took a lurching step forward with her other foot and got no farther. “That’s just pathetic.” she spat in regards to the blonde’s efforts. “Let go right now and take your beating with a little clasSSSSOOOOWWWW BYTCH!” Treymane didn’t much care for her rival’s opinion on the situation, that was probably why she didn’t hesitate to twist her head to one side and chomp down on that stocking-sheathed calf. In position to do little other than play chew toy, Suguitan tried to shake her way loose and only suffered more gnawing as a result. “You desperate skank, you’re going to pay for UUNNNGGGHH!”
Veronica’s right leg slipped loose of the catfighter’s control and she wasted no time in PWAAAKING the ball of her heel into the crown of Alexis’s noggin. Another shot to the skull loosened Alexis’s remaining grip beyond the point of control and Treymane tumbled down and back, the long, lean blonde landing on her tummy with an ungainly thud.
Rounding on her prey without even pausing to inspect her calf, the Filipino Phenom plunged both hands into Veronica’s hair and dragged her to her knees. “I appreciate creative use of teeth as much as the next girl.” she admitted while rattling the blonde’s head back n’ forth. “But you should know better than to bite the hand that feeds. Or the leg that’s gonna step on your UUUNNNNGGGHH!”
THWHUMP! Veronica’s balled right hand struck Alexis’s crotch hard enough to knock the exotique up on her toes. Such a blatant transgression of the rules should’ve brought a stern warning from the ref, yet he only uttered a ‘Watch the hands, ‘Ronnie’ Apparently he’d been asked by brass (and probably told by Portia herself) to give the pair of up and comers plenty of leniency.
Alexis had appreciated that earlier, not so much currently, as she felt her knees could unhinge at any moment. Veronica must’ve thought the same because she placed steadying hands on her hips as she clambered to her feet. She’d barely caught her balance when Suguitan smacked her across the face and followed with a rough shove. “That’s it, kid sister.” Alexis growled through clenched teeth. “Gloves’re off now.”
This threat was followed by a looping Haymaker that-- the Dangerous Dame dipped her foe’s fist only to answer with a straight right hand to the jaw. Alexis’s hands dropped to her sides in woozy surprise, allowing Treymane to tack on a swift left-handed Bytch Slap at no additional cost. And because this was perhaps the most important match of her FAWN career to date, Veronica treated her opponent to a double handful of hair followed by a swift downward yank and a THWONKING Kneelift that landed between the eyes. Rocked back on her heels, Suguitan tried to put some space between them but she was moving in slow motion and the blonde was clicking along at full speed. Stepping after the retreating Associate, the Neo-Noir Knockout twisted around in a smooth circle and came out the other side with her right arm level with Suguitan’s chest.
DRIVE BY NIGHT FLURRY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ueSykZ920dg
Caught flush in the Drive By Night Flurry, Alexis went down on her back while Veronica landed on her tummy. The former stayed where she’d landed, the latter did not, indeed she quickly slid into place across the brunette’s chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
Alexis fought loose and twisted onto her right hip. “Dirty bytch.” the flattened fighter huffed. “That was a cheap shot!”
Treymane would have none of it. Hard eyed, she snatched Alexis at hip and shoulder and pulled her onto her back. “What was cheap, Alexis? Me knocking you flat on your back? Or this?” She curled her right hand into a scoop, slotted it between Suguitan’s thighs and gave a hard squeeze.
Alexis yowled, grabbed hold of the blonde’s wrists and squeezed just as hard, albeit to far less effect. Paying special attention to the angle of her questing fingers, Veronica shoved the brunette back down and climbed into an almost tummy on tummy press that got a loud cheer from the FAWNatics. She didn’t bother with a traditional grapevine because Alexis was twisted in such a way that her left shoulder was stuffed against the blonde’s breasts. With her clawin’ arm wedged between their tummies, Treymane bogged Suguitan’s left thigh in a loose Scissors and worked her other hand into that cascade of dark hair.
“Isn’t this the sort of interview you had in mind, Alexis?” Veronica cooed into the wriggling battler’s ear. “A little wrestling, a little brawling, a little catfighting.” That last point was emphasized with a slow, steady constriction of her prey’s groin.
“Grrrrgggghhhh, you think this is catfighting?” Alexis scoffed. “Honey, this is straight up slap and tickle bullshit. If I decided to catfight you’d have been crying after the first OOOOOOOHHHH BITCH!”
Veronica introduced her thumb to Suguitan’s center to earn a sharp inhalation. “Too rough, tuff girl? the blonde taunted quietly.
Flushed with more than embarrassment, Alexis numbed the fire as best she could before growling, “That all you’ve got, cupcaFFFFFFHHHHH!”
The talon between her thighs disappeared in an instant, unfortunately her freedom barely registered before Treymane stuffed that same hand under the cup guarding Alexis’s left breast. “PLENTY more, Daisy.” she hissed. “Did you really think I hadn’t salved a few penthouse carpet burns before I came to FAWN? Did you REALLY think I hadn’t caused a thousand more?” She narrowed focus to Suguitan’s nipple, twisting the pliant flesh until the brunette keened low in the back of her throat. Adding a hair pull to Alexis’s misery, Treymane leaned in close to snarl, “If I’d wandered into whatever shytty little tenement you first fought in, you’d still be therERRHHH!”
“WHORE!” Alexis twisted onto her back, but in doing so allowed Veronica to collapse upon her in a more traditional full body pin. Galvanized after turning the tables, she twined her legs behind Alexis’s and spread them apart so far and so fast it made the brunette yowl.
Pinning Suguitan’s wrists over her head, Veronica kept her own mug out of Headbutting distance as she demanded, “Watch your mouth, tramp. No need to get snotty just because I play your game better than--”
Suguitan thrust her head up, drawing to within half an inch of Treymane’s nose. “You can’t do ANYTHING better than me.” she hissed. “Except play the vicMMMPPPPHHH!”
Veronica closed the gap to claim Suguitan’s lips with her own in a rough, possessive kiss. Utterly surprised by this particular tactic only because she wasn’t expecting it from the would-be Associate, Alexis didn’t realize her shoulders were down until the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Penthouse Panther broke the kiss with a convulsive shove and immediately rolled to the ropes to regain her bearings. Veronica didn’t follow her, choosing instead to stay near the center of the ring while she adjusted the edges of her two-piece and kept an eye on the other woman. Positively seething following that humiliating ordeal, Alexis took several deep breaths before hooking an arm over the middle rope and pushing to her feet. In no hurry to leave the safety of the strands, she slowly pulled up / smoothed out her stockings, then slipped a bra strap back into proper alignment. A slow rake of her hair finished the job and she stepped forward looking more than ready to resume hostilities.
“How’s the interview going so far?” Veronica asked without a hint of sarcasm. “Have I wowed you yet, Alexis?”
Suguitan’s answer was also perfectly earnest. “Oh yes. Something tells me you’ll make an excellent Associate… if there’s anything left when I’m done.”
“And you’ll be done a lot sooner than you think, Daisy,” the blonde added, motioning the HR rep for the Associates forward.
Alexis swept her long dark locks over a shoulder and took Veronica up on a pair of raised hands. The women clenched their digits together, biceps tensing as each looked for every little bit of leverage. It seemed a stalemate, but after a dozen seconds, Suguitan’s arms gave a slight tremor and Treymane’s wrists started to roll over those of the copper-skinned catfighter.
Immediately, Alexis swung a knee toward Veronica’s midriff, but the interviewee tugged her left hand free of the Associate’s grip and caught Alexis’ leg, forcing the junior member of VB&A to hop on her remaining grounded gam.
Giving up the Test completely, it’s Alexis’s turn to break the grip between Raker’s kid sis, Veronica’s grasp on the Filipino whittled down to a two-hand snatch of Suguitan’s ankle, the better to raise the flawless dusky stem high. Balance was becoming harder to come by for Alexis until she leapt off her base and swung the free limb in a violent arc that SLAMMED into the blonde’s temple. The Enzugiri dropped Veronica to the canvas as if shot.
Treymane looked as much surprised and dazed as hurt. She quickly scrambled to her feet, or tried, losing her equilibrium on the way up and ending on her behind. Embarrassed, the Neo Noir Knockout quickly pushed up, apparently hoping no one had seen her tumble.
Unfortunately for her Alexis had and, approaching from behind, she sank her nails into the shoulders of Treymane and draaaagged them down the length of Veronica’s ivory back.
Ten red welts emerged almost instantly as the Knockout hissed, arching her back in searing pain. The blonde turned to exact payback but got a stockingful of right foot to her gut, Treymane doubled at the waist. Alexis tugged the lowered head of her foe forward and shut her lethal lower limbs tight around it. Reaching down her rival’s lowered back, Alexis swaddled Veronica’s tummy in a tight squeeze. And before the Knockout could lift her foe up and over with a Back Body Drop, Suguitan showed she could be more than catty by vaulting Veronica to a Piledriver position.
It’s then the enforcer of the Associates let loose of her hug with one arm, exchanging it for a grip around a leg, Alexis apparently ready to ‘neutralize’ the blonde.
But before she did, kitty bared her claws, breaking her grip and sinking her digits into the recently overturned undercarriage of Treymane. The Filipino beauty tore into Veronica’s togs, squeezing the material and the meat beneath, drawing a yelp of anguish from her prey.
Veronica’s face flushed from pink to red to purple, the blood rushing to her head, features twisted in pain as Alexis flexed her cruel digits.
“Are you learning the Associate way, ‘Ronnie?” Alexis asked with a grunt AND a throttling clench of her palm.
Just as it seemed Veronica would love anything but to be stuck in this vulnerable position, Alexis, having already shown the power packed into her frame by keeping the Knockout elevated, showed as much by sending her plummeting face and chest first to the deck, finishing the maneuver after the brutal intermission.
NEUTRALIZER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxH0iTwc3LU
Alexis shoveled the dazed blonde beauty to her back and ladled herself generously on top of the splayed would-be new hire for the...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Emphatically, Veronica threw a shoulder up, the flawless face of Alexis turning sour as she looked down on the stubborn Knockout. Suguitan slapped the taste from Treymane’s mouth.
“I thought you would have realized this interview is over,” Alexis said, yanking a mewling Veronica to her feet with a handful of flaxen, flowing locks. The dusky grappler wrapped her right arm behind Veronica’s neck and her left snatched Treymane’s left wrist, pulling it across her bruised body.
“We’ll get back to you if you get the job,” Alexis growled before vaulting and twisting the frame of the Neo Noir Knockout into the air with her signature Alexis LFA and SLAMMED her face-first into the unforgiving deck. Veronica’s head bounced off the canvas-covered plywood and she ended splayed on her face, the Filipino kneeling next to her.
ALEXIS LFA @ 00:18
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QvMnTXTU5tw
With a contented air, Alexis languidly rolled the dead meat to her back. The Associate powerhouse moved to a tight lateral press, hooking the far leg for insurance as the ref slapped out the...
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Treymane forced her way out of the pinning predicament with a full spasm of her destroyer-class frame, though the escape was significantly less forceful than any previous efforts.
Alexis glared at the official who held up two fingers while backing out of Suguitan’s lovely grill.
“Scoring brownie points with Big Sis, isn’t going to do shyt for you with Portia and me,” Alexis informed while pushing to her feet in frustration. “We demand the best because we are the best. Better than any mere champion.”
Suguitan landed successive stomps to gut, bosom, clavicle and finally the red stockinged foot was thrust toward a wincing Treymane’s face before the blonde’s hands shot from the canvas and caught the Associate’s ankle. Veronica shoved the momentarily one-footed Filipino and sent her tumbling to her well-padded cheeks.
With both blonde and brunette covered in perspiration, each struggled to her knees and ‘walked’ to the other, unwilling to wait to join in battle when fully vertical. Bodies slapped together, each set of hands moving to the other’s shoulders, one demanding compliance, the other seeking to show at least one Associate she was better than joining this band of arrogant harlots.
The burgeoning FAWN stars ground away at the stalemate for better than ten seconds, neither able to impose more than the tiniest bit of will on their equally stubborn opposition. Never one to tolerate an impasse for very long, Suguitan jerked one hand away from Treymane’s shoulder and let it spider down her tummy toward the already sore juncture of her thighs.
“Not this time, Daisy!” Veronica snatched a double handful of her foe’s hair and wrenched Alexis’s head back and forth as viciously as any penthouse-trained vixen ever had. Shrieking as the blonde tried to remove great big patches of her scalp, Alexis reached for the offending wrists and paid a steep price when Treymane knee-walked back a few steps and jerked her forward and down! THWHUMP! Suguitan’s forehead and chest bounced against the mat with a enough force to flop her over onto her back, a trip made all the more unpleasant due to the Dangerous Dame’s refusal to free her hair.
Al Carpenter did his best to help out by swatting Treymane on the shoulder just as he issued his order. “Off her hair, Veronica. C’mon now, don’t make me count.”
With the memory of Alexis’s hand mauling her crotch still painfully fresh, Veronica twisted her fingers a little deeper and pulled a little harder. “I’ll let her go when I’m good and ready, Shamus.” she snapped. “If you want to count while I’m having fun it’s no skin off my nose.” So the ref counted and Treymane did eventually let her interiewer loose, but only after she’d been hauled back to her feet. A single stiff SMACK put a ‘how could you?’ sheen of hurt in Alexis’s eyes, exactly the sort of look Treymane wanted to see in the moment prior to hoisting the stunned catfighter onto her shoulders for a Fireman’s Carry.
Already well clear of the ropes, the Neo-Noir Knockout spun off a trio of quick circles, thus treating Suguitan to a taste of the Airplane Spin. Unable to keep from flailing her feet like a cranky toddler, Alexis closed her eyes and tried to fight off nausea, meaning it was a complete surprise when Treymane came to an abrupt stop and ‘hupped’ her from Fireman’s Carry to Powerbomb stall. “OH SHYTNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHH!” The Thrilla From Manila landed HARD on the back of her head and shoulders, Veronica using every bit of her hundred and thirty plus pounds to fold her brunette in half. Pushing up on her toes the instant Suguitan hit the deck, Treymane leaned down and into her opponent’s upturned haunches to secure the Matchbook, then made it that much stronger by sliding forward to sit heavily upon Suguitan’s calves. Folded and stacked as neat as anyone had ever been, Alexis’s upturned rump wriggled frantically as the official tolled….
THE HARD GOODBYE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vbd0xLuzNS0
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
One last desperate burst knocked Treymane onto all fours while simultaneously slopping Alexis onto her belly. Angry but not frustrated, Veronica sidled in against Alexis’s side and tried to roll her onto her back only to have the wounded exotique fight against it with everything she could presently muster.
“”On your back, ‘lexis.” Veronica ordered. “I said on your back!” She grabbed a massive handful of Suguitan’s briefs and rendered them that much scanter with a savage yank.
Howling as the slick material sawed between her cheeks, Portia’s protégé couldn’t stop the Pinstripe Powerhouse from using the thong handle to roll her over. Though tempted to maintain the ugly grip, Treymane relinquished it so she could position herself between Suguitan’s legs, which were still twitching to the unpleasant aftereffects of the wedgie. “Told you I’d been in my share of penthouse tiffs.” Veronica huffed as she braced her knees against Alexis’s inner thighs. “But telling isn’t nearly as effective as showing your credentials, is it, Daisy?”
Still groggy from the Powerbomb, Suguitan moaned and shook her head ‘no’ “Duhhhh…. don’t! I promise I’ll put a good word in for AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH FAAAAAAAHHHK! YOU SAVAGE BYTCH!”
Treymane only smiled and gripped her right wrist in her left hand, it added that much more pressure to the claw on Alexis’s junk. “Give it up, Daisy.” the blonde huffed. “Before I get my talons through your pretty little trunks.”
Alexis shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ and pounded the mat, not in submission but as the only available avenue for her agony. “What do you say, Alexis?” Carpenter asked when the first round of cries died down. “If you need the bell, just ask for it!”
“NO!” Alexis buried her hands in her own hair to make sure they wouldn’t betray her in a moment of weakness. “SHE’S NOT GONNA BEAT AAAAAAAAAHHHHH STAAAAAHHHHHP!”
Veronica rocked on her haunches to spread the Wishbone a little wider, which didn’t make the spade in her groin any more tolerable. “I’ll stop when you tap that mat, Lexis!” Treymane growled. “Better yet, tell everyone about how I aced your interviEWWEERGGGGHHH!”
Forced to forgo the deception she often used so masterfully, Suguitan let loose of her hair and darted a hand up to jab a thumb in the blonde’s right eye. Veronica pushed off immediately and staggered back, both hands flying to her blurry peeper. Too relieved to snap at the ref when he complained about the eye poke, a gimpy-legged Suguitan clambered to her feet and trudged after the retreating blonde. Catching up when her foe was still several feet shy of the ropes, Alexis grabbed a double handful of hair and ran her half blind adversary into a ‘twanging’ throat-first collision with the top rope!
Now breathless as well as blind, Veronica lost all track of her surroundings until Suguitan whipped her around and slapped on a Front Facelock. Baring her teeth as the struggling blonde pounded punches into her ribs, Alexis reached through Treymane’s thighs with her right hand and pulled her left leg up in an awkward sort of standing cradle. Even then the punches didn’t stop but with both of the brunette’s hooks set Veronica couldn’t stop Alexis from hoisting her off her feet, twisting her over in mid-air and sitting out full force to send her From Penthouse to Poorhouse with a ring-rattling THAWHAM!
FROM PENTHOUSE TO POORHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJ6PCppzO1Y
Her cradle intact after the huge landing, Alexis pushed up, slid forward and sat down, not on Treymane’s face, but very high on her chest, almost her throat in fact. This was no subtle sign of respect, she simply didn’t trust the bytch not to chomp on her before the ref counted….
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Veronica twitched loose, spilling Suguitan onto her side just as the bell sounded. Though she was too exhausted to stand at the moment, it didn’t keep the victrix from raising a hand when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall…. ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
That proved the tonic she needed and the Penthouse Panther got to her feet to smirk in the faces of every jeering FAWNatic. Carpenter was busy checking on Treymane’s eye, so Suguitan set off on a combination victory lap and ‘told ya so, bytches!’ snark fest with all the mouthbreathers in the first few rows. Pausing on the side nearest the Announce Table, she snapped her fingers at a tech and was promptly given a microphone.
“Sooooooooooo, that was a strong effort, but you came up a little short there in the end, sweetheart.” Suguitan said to Veronica, who’d regained her feet a few seconds prior. “Still, you’re not an Associate, so no one expected you to beat me, not even Rachel.” Treymane frowned at this, but Suguitan stopped her with a raised index finger. “The point is, I don’t particularly like you, but I’d much rather have you AND big sis on my side, so here’s what I propose. A second round of interviews. Somewhere a little more casual… a penthouse, for example. You make a good impression there and you might be an Associate yet. What do you say, ‘Ronnie? Can I mark it on the calendar?”
Veronica tromped over, grabbed Alexis’s wrist and pulled the mic up to her lips. “You’re getting a little ahead of yourself, kitty. I’m not even sure I want this job.” She paused to let the crowd cheer their approval. “That second interview though? You’re ON, Daisy. Set a date and I’ll be there.” Treymane shoved Alexis’s hand away and exited the ring amidst love from the crowd despite the fresh blemish on her record.
Flushed with victory, Suguitan let the blonde leave without incident. She still didn’t know if Treymane was Associates material yet, but she was going to have fun finding out. In the end they’d either have a dangerous new weapon in their arsenal, or they’d have a broken, sobbing wreck, which meant one less potential threat in the future. Win-win as far as Alexis was concerned.
For viewers at home the blonde’s last name was a talisman, one that turned the arena a scratchy black & white in the blink of an eye. Along with it came a decidedly modern combination of guitar and drums, the thrumming beat that heralded Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’. Shortly thereafter the Magnificent Moll strode through the curtain.
MACHINE GUN BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uf3FOEL3KjE
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Dressed in a half length (it ended about mid-thigh) grey trench coat and matching fedora, Veronica Treymane broke into a knowing smile when the fans bellowed ’REACH FOR THE SKY!’ She cocked her head to one side and grinned. “Hey, that’s my line.” Then she whipped open the coat with her free hand and raised a replica Thompson sub-machinegun to the rafters. “REACH FOR THE SKY AND NO ONE GETS HURT… ’CEPT FOR THE NEXT DAISY THAT COMES DOWN THIS AISLE!” With that Veronica squeezed the trigger and swept it back ‘n forth to rake the air with a blistering line of pyro that did a damned good job imitating real artillery. When the clip was exhausted Treymane raised it to her lips, blew smoke off the barrel and started her way down the aisle.
With the blonde moving fast and the coat flapping out in her wake, the FAWN faithful got a much better view of her ring attire. Tonight she sported boy-cut trunks in grey with white pinstripes and topped with a sturdy white belt. The top was a matching one-third length bustier with small buttons running up the center and white edging atop the cups. These halves were connected thin white suspenders, while her pads at knee and elbow were charcoal grey. The outfit was finished with matte-black boots that rose to mid-shin.
Pausing for the occasional picture or handshake with some of her ever-growing ‘Partners in Crime‘, Treymane strode down the ramp then went left at the end and headed up the steel steps where she placed a hand on the brim of her fedora. Headgear properly secured, the Dangerous Dame slipped through the ropes and strode to Algernon Carpenter, to whom she handed her firepower. She shrugged the trench coat loose immediately thereafter and draped it over his arm. “Set those somewhere near Joanna, Shamus. I don’t wanna see my barking iron in any more of Gordy’s seflies.”
“No one does, ’Ronnie.”
“Do your thing. I got a cat to skin.” Veronica clapped him on the shoulder, then offered her wrists, elbows and knees for inspection. Once she was cleared the blonde went to her corner, grabbed the top rope in both hands and dropped into a deep stretch to make sure she was nice and limber by the time her foe hit the squared circle.
With the Capone wannabe situated safely in one corner, the second consecutive destroyer class woman that would no doubt help lead FAWN into its next incarnation stood in an expectant crouch behind the curtain, clapping her hands and psyching herself into the ultimate stage of readiness.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
Behind her, Portia massaged the shoulders of her prized protégé, whispering in her ear, “Give her the works, Lexi,” VanBuren said. “We need to know if she’s got it and there’s no one better to determine that than you.”
PORTIA OPHELIA VANBUREN THE FOURTH:
A familiar, old-school refrain trumpeted through the speakers, the sound bringing back thoughts of FAWN and Portia 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.
THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8C5NLfYdZaE
Baby smirked at the reaction to her old song and Suguitan’s current.
“I’d be out there with you. I would,” Baby assured. “BUT, well, you know. And you got this anyway. Push her. Push her hard. And when you have to, take her out. It’ll be good to teach her a little humility before we make the decision.”
Alexis nodded and got a slap on the back from her boss a heartbeat before she headed through the part in the curtain.
The tall, exotic brunette moved to center stage where she threw an imperious gaze over the FAWNatics. She spread her copper-skinnes arms and legs wide and cast her eyes downward. Alexis was clad in her familiar and much-appreciated red velvet bra and panties with sheer red stockings on long, flawless legs that were blissfully free of boots.
Clapping her hands together overhead, Alexis started on her march to the ring, striding down the ramp and aisle with no attention paid the crowd jeering and reaching for her.
As the raven-haired beauty reached ringside and rose up the steps, the Announcer did his due diligence.
“And her opponent…hailing from Manila in the Philippines. She stands five feet and eight inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is VanBuren & Associates junior partner, ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
The crowd waited for the other Associates to appear but when Alexis made the apron all by her lonesome they started to believe they’d see an actual one on one contest, at least to start. Alexis slipped through the ropes, her dark sultry eyes never leaving the Associates’ target. Moving directly to the middle of the ring, Suguitan gave Veronica a long up-and-down then puckered for a kiss.
“I hope you brought more than your resume because it’s nothing special. You’re going to have show you can think on your feet and fight for you livelihood.”
Treymane frowned but made no move to join the brunette. “Resume’s more than enough to deal with the likes of you, Daisy. You’ll learn that soon enough.”
Suguitan almost went for the blonde right then, alas her approach was foiled by the ref, who took her arm gently. “Go to your corner, Alexis. I’ll ring the bell soon enough.”
“Doubt it.” Alexis broke free and went to her corner, making sure Treymane got an excellent view of her shoulders, stems and glutes in the process.
Veronica expected Alexis to lounge in the corner for a time after the bell sounded, that sort of practiced insouciance was a trait of all the Associates that weren’t her sister. So she was the tiniest bit surprised (and more than a little pleased) when Suguitan came forward with no hesitation whatsoever. Quick to match the brunette’s pace, Treymane headed for the center of the ring and circled wide right when Alexis did the same. Portia’s protégé showed loosely curled claws so Veronica answered with raised fists, both of which got tighter as their spiral began to shrink. Another surprise, Suguitan hadn’t yet said a word, thus leaving it to the Dangerous Dame to break the silence. “Wondered how long it would take sis to send one of her clients to check on me. Guess I’m glad she sent you and not Kylie, though I wouldn’t mind a shot at that Daisy’s strap.”
Alexis gave her a smile that doubled as a smirk. “You got the wrong idea, little sister. This isn’t a check in, it’s a try out.” ‘Out’ was still on her lips when Suguitan pounced in search of a clench.
Treymane twisted aside neat as you please and drew down on the small of Alexis’s back only to sheath her iron when the catfighter whirled around and cleared off by a few steps. “Try out?” Treymane asked. “Didn’t know I was looking for a job.”
“Not a job, ‘Ronnie.” Alexis’s claws were higher now, her long fingers twitching like a desperado’s. “An opportunity. Portia thinks the Associates need to expand and she’s tasked me with finding someone worthy enough to join our ranks. Your sister’s one of the toughest women I know, I so I figured I’d find out if you could take a punch as well as she do--”
The Filipino Phenom reared back for a Haymaker and Treymane raised a forearm to block it, which made her tummy a perfect target when Suguitan twisted in and TWHUMPED the broad side of her thigh up n’ across. Veronica ‘oooffhed’ and doubled over until Alexis snatched a handful of hair and straightened her up. Working one arm over the blonde’s shoulder and the other between her thighs, Alexis cupped a handful of glutes, then let out a stunned grunt when Treymane jabbed the point of her left elbow into the nape of the brunette’s neck.
An identical shot wrested Veronica free of the Scoop Slam, leaving her free to cup the sides of Alexis’s noggin and PWAK her across the jaw with a Thighlift identical to the one she’d endured moments prior. Suguitan staggered hard and Veronica started to pursue before drawing back when her foe regained her balance a heartbeat too quickly for the blonde’s liking.
“Guess sis didn’t tell you how I deal with cheap-shot artists, did she, Lexie?” Treymane asked the coal-eyed exotique.
“Don’t whine to me, sweetness. I didn’t come to you because the Associates need bikini meat. We need another ass kicker. Now do you want to lock up or keep flinging femme fatale clichés in my face?”
The Neo-Noir Knockout twitched an index finger once. “Let’s dance, Daisy. I’ll lead.”
She lunged and Alexis did the same, their first Lock-Up giving off the loud ‘SMECK!’ that always followed the collision of two toned tummies. Blonde and brunette were identical in height and weight so their contest was even indeed, but Veronica’s initial lunge granted her the tiniest edge in momentum and she exploited it by marching Suguitan toward the nearest corner.
Alexis was almost out of canvas when she moved her hand from Treymane’s shoulders to her hair. Filling it with as much as she could manage, she wrenched her foe’s head to one side and torqued her hips at the same time. Treymane’s yelp was followed by an angry grunt as Alexis BWUUUNGED her against the buckles with all the strength she could muster. Ignoring Carpenter’s warning about the infraction, Suguitan tummied up on her blonde while the hair-pullin’ hand moved to ‘Ronnie’s face and the other cupped her right breast.
“Fair warning, princess. I respect Rachel’s opinion more than most, but if you’re going to fight at my side I’ll want to test you personally. That means I’ll rake your face.” she curled that hand into a talon and pulled it from forehead to cheek on a sharp diagonal. “That means I’ll squeeze your tits.” Alexis did just that. First the right, then the left for good measure. “I’ll even crawl into your trunks if I feel the need.” She slotted the bronzed wedge of her thigh in against Veronica’s briefs and applied obvious pressure, but didn’t actually strike. “Not right now, though.” Suguitan chirped as the ref worked an arm between their midsections. “This time you get a break. Potential employee discount, you know.” Alexis patted Veronica’s cheek, raised her hands and backed off to give the official the clean break he was sure to whine about.
Free of the brunette’s touch, Treymane smoothed back her hair, rubbed the sting from her cheek and made minor adjustments to her togs. Eyes trained on her would-be coworker, she asked, “Just so I’m clear, you’re here to see if I can take what you’re dishing out?”
Alexis nodded. “Exactly.”
“Fair enough. But if we might work together I think it’s only fair if I get to test your jaw too. And your rack. And your gut. And your legs. And your… well, you get the idea, don’t you Daisy?”
Suguitan took a step back and stretched her arms wide. “Test me all you want, cupcake. Just don’t be surprised if the answers are tougher than you expected.”
Veronica reared back to pounce and Alexis mirrored her. But when the brunette lunged Treymane greeted her with a taste of her own medicine in the form of a CRAAACKING open-handed smack. The Filipino Phenom reeled back and this time Veronica swept her up before she could gather her senses. While it would’ve been more expedient to swing around and bounce Alexis into the corner she’d just escaped, Veronica had a point to prove and she did so by marching her opposition across the ring to DRIVE her into the opposite buckles.
Pressing in close even though Suguitan had nowhere to go, the Dangerous Dame put one hand to the brunette’s chest and pushed forward until her arm was almost fully extended. With Alexis’s head bent painfully over the top rope, Treymane crooked her other arm into a ‘V’ and laid it atop the catfighter’s defenseless rack. Buffing those velvet sheathed juggs far more gently than she would’ve preferred, Veronica said, “First session’s a free light polish. Next time you’ll get the full shellac. Friends of Rachel’s discount, you know.” The blonde backed off by the time the ref reached ’THREE!’ on his count, leaving Suguitan to gather her composure in peace.
“Got a lot of spirit, kitten.” she noted after a moment. “I hope it doesn’t leak out when I get my claws sunk in deep.”
“I never back down from a fight, ‘Lexie. Especially not against a chick in little velvet panties.”
Alexis pushed off the buckles with a clear swagger in her step. “Be careful what you say about my little velvet panties. You might find yourself inspecting them sooner or later.” She stopped a few steps shy of her adversary and raised her left hand into the rafters.
Veronica studied the brunette for a second or two, then stepped up and joined her right hand to Suguitan’s left. “I’m sure they’ll look even better pressed under museum glass. You’ll sign them for me, won’t you, Daisy?”
Alexis bared her teeth in something like a smile. “Oh yeah, you’ll do nicely. All you have to do is survive the interview.” Her other hand rose to meet Treymane’s and just like that the two burgeoning stars were locked in a Test of Strength. Nose to nose with the younger sister of Baby’s chief counsel, Suguitan added, “Fair warning. These interviews are brutal.” She punctuated by jerking Veronica’s hands down to shoulder level and thrusting her chest forward to knock the blonde off balance.
Veronica stumbled, caught her balance after a heartbeat and leaned into the Test with everything she had. “Brutal’s good.” she murmured, her words soft and threatening in Alexis’s ear. “I love brutal.”
Treymane chested back, rolling her wrists over those of Alexis and forcing the Associate down inch by barely perceptible inch. Though the lowering was painfully obvious to the Filipino, whose smile turned to a set of gritting pearlies, her eyes focused then worried as Veronica gained momentum, Alexis’ descent growing faster until she was lowered to a subservient knee.
“Know what else I love?” the blonde grunted. “Makin’ catfighters bend the knee.”
Alexis’ head flew forward, butting Veronica’s crotch and abruptly ending Treymane’s enjoyment from passing the Test. Apparently, Portia’s protégé had other, sterner examinations.
Veronica released her grip as the waves of anguish washed through her, Suguitan happy to oblige in return as the doubled blonde backpedaled a step or two with wide eyes. Alexis rose, shaking out her arms, embarrassed but obviously undeterred. She showed this from the surging leap and lifted knee to Veronica’s chin that would have sent the Neo-Noir Knockout spilling to horizontal if her arms hadn’t caught over the top rope behind her.
Moving to her blonde foe, Alexis cupped Treymane’s droopy chin and lifted her head, stared into the glassy deep dark eyes and delivered a pair of Mongolian Chops to either nape of Veronica’s neck. The Neo-Noir Knockout shrugged in pain, only for Alexis’s one set of Chops to turn into an absolute flurry, the blows raining down on Veronica until they sent her to penitence before the blossoming Associate.
Alexis gave the blonde an infuriating pat on the head, as if to signify ‘nice try’, and took off to the cables in front of her. Rebounding with authority, Suguitan lifted a knee, DRIVING it into the temple of Treymane, sending the VB&A potential sprawling to the deck.
The junior partner sidled to the downed blonde and planted a boot atop her rolling chest as the official slid down for the count, getting to ‘ONE’ before Treymane threw a shoulder up.
“If only I brought your sister’s legal pad,” Alexis purred, “I’d move you up from ‘failure’ to ‘incomplete’. Although, I don’t think you’re going to like things much when I’m complete.”
Alexis dipped, snatched onto Veronica by the scruff of her neck and an elbow and tugged her to boot-leather.
She doubled the powerful blonde at the waist with yet another knee, this one to Veronica’s abs. Violently, Alexis thrust the blonde’s head between her thighs and started to underhook Veronica’s arms but thought better of it. Instead, she cattily reached down Veronica’s back and slipped both sets of fingers into the leg holes behind Treymayne’s thighs.
Using the fabric as her handles, Alexis viciously lifted the possible Associate-to-be by her togs, running the material HIGH up the blonde’s crack. The wedgie assist flipped Veronica off her feet and into the Filipino’s signature Panty Peeler, the flip converted to a Tiger Driver that THUMPED her burden heavy and hard into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
PANTY PEELER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACOAc7g8tlE
Both women bounced an inch or so off the deck. But while Alexis was on her well-padded, copper-skinned behind, Treymane landed on the back of her head and her spine. She splayed in the half-grip of the Associate, Veronica’s legs and lower torso in Suguitan’s control, her upper half, head and arms lifeless, the flattened blonde remaining in a pinned daze for…
ONE…
TWO…
…and Treymane kicked free with a little room to spare, but not as much as her previous escape.
Alexis shook her head, tossing the long lethal legs of her foe aside. She popped to her feet and took a circular route around the overcome blonde.
“And Rachel said you’d be my toughest test yet. What a joke! I think she must have a soft spot in her heart… and in her head… when it comes to you.”
Suguitan delivered a battering boot to the bosom of the Neo-Noir Knockout, and another, and another. The catty Filipino then moved her red stockinged foot to Veronica’s features ‘washing’ Treymane’s face with the sole before settling down atop the blonde’s mouth and nose in a domineering smother. The lack of air resuscitated Veronica’s effort to clear Alexis’ foot off her face and she did so with an enthusiastic shove.
But Alexis had an enthusiastic response of her own, pistoning her right leg high and SLAMMING it down into Veronica’s crotch. A bug-eyed Ronnie shot to a seated position as if electrified, hands delving to the throbbing mound, dark eyes watering but steely toward the copper-skinned exotique.
“Did I touch a nerve?” Alexis chuckled, grinding her foot in before it’s thrust away by Veronica’s hands.
“One thing about you Rakers. None of you have the slightest sense of humor. Even Kylie can see the funny side of a crotch stomp after all she’s been through.”
Alexis lined up a Soccer Kick to the still seated Veronica’s chest and swung the powerful stem like a pendulum. But as she did, Veronica dropped to her back and the foot sliced by overhead without touching her.
Suddenly off balance, Alexis’s remaining planted leg was swept out from under her by the Knockout and Suguitan tumbled to the canvas on her chest with Treymane at her feet and in possession of an ankle. Veronica started to slide up the Associate’s body, reaching for a Crossface to fashion an STF, but the pulsing pain from her foe’s undercarriage gave Alexis enough time to kick her way free and scurry several steps away, while Veronica grimaced her way up to a slightly pigeon-toed stance.
Remarkably, it’s the blonde advancing toward the corner occupying brunette. Alexis motioned the limping Treymane toward her, timing perfectly Veronica’s thrust for a Collar & Elbow. Suguitan shifted to the side and guided her foe by, turning and slamming Veronica’s back into the buckles.
Working quickly, Alexis scooped under the wincing Veronica’s stems and lifted her to a seat on the top buckle. Turning from Treymane, Suguitan backed in and wrapped her arms around the calves of the Associates’ target.
Stepping away from the corner with Veronica in tow, Alexis sent the blonde dropping to drape down the back of the Filipino catfighter, the other woman’s knees folded over Suguitan’s shoulders. Alexis carried her cargo to dead center, ready to rock the Knockout’s lights out with a Reverse Alabama Slam.
Veronica straaaaaaained to reach the canvas but with her knees snugged against the points of Alexis’s shoulders it remained maddeningly out of reach. Desperate to avoid whatever nastiness the brunette had in mind, she abruptly snaked her left arm around Suguitan’s left shin and pulled it as tight as she could.
Alexis grunted, took a lurching step forward with her other foot and got no farther. “That’s just pathetic.” she spat in regards to the blonde’s efforts. “Let go right now and take your beating with a little clasSSSSOOOOWWWW BYTCH!” Treymane didn’t much care for her rival’s opinion on the situation, that was probably why she didn’t hesitate to twist her head to one side and chomp down on that stocking-sheathed calf. In position to do little other than play chew toy, Suguitan tried to shake her way loose and only suffered more gnawing as a result. “You desperate skank, you’re going to pay for UUNNNGGGHH!”
Veronica’s right leg slipped loose of the catfighter’s control and she wasted no time in PWAAAKING the ball of her heel into the crown of Alexis’s noggin. Another shot to the skull loosened Alexis’s remaining grip beyond the point of control and Treymane tumbled down and back, the long, lean blonde landing on her tummy with an ungainly thud.
Rounding on her prey without even pausing to inspect her calf, the Filipino Phenom plunged both hands into Veronica’s hair and dragged her to her knees. “I appreciate creative use of teeth as much as the next girl.” she admitted while rattling the blonde’s head back n’ forth. “But you should know better than to bite the hand that feeds. Or the leg that’s gonna step on your UUUNNNNGGGHH!”
THWHUMP! Veronica’s balled right hand struck Alexis’s crotch hard enough to knock the exotique up on her toes. Such a blatant transgression of the rules should’ve brought a stern warning from the ref, yet he only uttered a ‘Watch the hands, ‘Ronnie’ Apparently he’d been asked by brass (and probably told by Portia herself) to give the pair of up and comers plenty of leniency.
Alexis had appreciated that earlier, not so much currently, as she felt her knees could unhinge at any moment. Veronica must’ve thought the same because she placed steadying hands on her hips as she clambered to her feet. She’d barely caught her balance when Suguitan smacked her across the face and followed with a rough shove. “That’s it, kid sister.” Alexis growled through clenched teeth. “Gloves’re off now.”
This threat was followed by a looping Haymaker that-- the Dangerous Dame dipped her foe’s fist only to answer with a straight right hand to the jaw. Alexis’s hands dropped to her sides in woozy surprise, allowing Treymane to tack on a swift left-handed Bytch Slap at no additional cost. And because this was perhaps the most important match of her FAWN career to date, Veronica treated her opponent to a double handful of hair followed by a swift downward yank and a THWONKING Kneelift that landed between the eyes. Rocked back on her heels, Suguitan tried to put some space between them but she was moving in slow motion and the blonde was clicking along at full speed. Stepping after the retreating Associate, the Neo-Noir Knockout twisted around in a smooth circle and came out the other side with her right arm level with Suguitan’s chest.
DRIVE BY NIGHT FLURRY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ueSykZ920dg
Caught flush in the Drive By Night Flurry, Alexis went down on her back while Veronica landed on her tummy. The former stayed where she’d landed, the latter did not, indeed she quickly slid into place across the brunette’s chest and hooked the far leg for…
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Alexis fought loose and twisted onto her right hip. “Dirty bytch.” the flattened fighter huffed. “That was a cheap shot!”
Treymane would have none of it. Hard eyed, she snatched Alexis at hip and shoulder and pulled her onto her back. “What was cheap, Alexis? Me knocking you flat on your back? Or this?” She curled her right hand into a scoop, slotted it between Suguitan’s thighs and gave a hard squeeze.
Alexis yowled, grabbed hold of the blonde’s wrists and squeezed just as hard, albeit to far less effect. Paying special attention to the angle of her questing fingers, Veronica shoved the brunette back down and climbed into an almost tummy on tummy press that got a loud cheer from the FAWNatics. She didn’t bother with a traditional grapevine because Alexis was twisted in such a way that her left shoulder was stuffed against the blonde’s breasts. With her clawin’ arm wedged between their tummies, Treymane bogged Suguitan’s left thigh in a loose Scissors and worked her other hand into that cascade of dark hair.
“Isn’t this the sort of interview you had in mind, Alexis?” Veronica cooed into the wriggling battler’s ear. “A little wrestling, a little brawling, a little catfighting.” That last point was emphasized with a slow, steady constriction of her prey’s groin.
“Grrrrgggghhhh, you think this is catfighting?” Alexis scoffed. “Honey, this is straight up slap and tickle bullshit. If I decided to catfight you’d have been crying after the first OOOOOOOHHHH BITCH!”
Veronica introduced her thumb to Suguitan’s center to earn a sharp inhalation. “Too rough, tuff girl? the blonde taunted quietly.
Flushed with more than embarrassment, Alexis numbed the fire as best she could before growling, “That all you’ve got, cupcaFFFFFFHHHHH!”
The talon between her thighs disappeared in an instant, unfortunately her freedom barely registered before Treymane stuffed that same hand under the cup guarding Alexis’s left breast. “PLENTY more, Daisy.” she hissed. “Did you really think I hadn’t salved a few penthouse carpet burns before I came to FAWN? Did you REALLY think I hadn’t caused a thousand more?” She narrowed focus to Suguitan’s nipple, twisting the pliant flesh until the brunette keened low in the back of her throat. Adding a hair pull to Alexis’s misery, Treymane leaned in close to snarl, “If I’d wandered into whatever shytty little tenement you first fought in, you’d still be therERRHHH!”
“WHORE!” Alexis twisted onto her back, but in doing so allowed Veronica to collapse upon her in a more traditional full body pin. Galvanized after turning the tables, she twined her legs behind Alexis’s and spread them apart so far and so fast it made the brunette yowl.
Pinning Suguitan’s wrists over her head, Veronica kept her own mug out of Headbutting distance as she demanded, “Watch your mouth, tramp. No need to get snotty just because I play your game better than--”
Suguitan thrust her head up, drawing to within half an inch of Treymane’s nose. “You can’t do ANYTHING better than me.” she hissed. “Except play the vicMMMPPPPHHH!”
Veronica closed the gap to claim Suguitan’s lips with her own in a rough, possessive kiss. Utterly surprised by this particular tactic only because she wasn’t expecting it from the would-be Associate, Alexis didn’t realize her shoulders were down until the ref counted…
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The Penthouse Panther broke the kiss with a convulsive shove and immediately rolled to the ropes to regain her bearings. Veronica didn’t follow her, choosing instead to stay near the center of the ring while she adjusted the edges of her two-piece and kept an eye on the other woman. Positively seething following that humiliating ordeal, Alexis took several deep breaths before hooking an arm over the middle rope and pushing to her feet. In no hurry to leave the safety of the strands, she slowly pulled up / smoothed out her stockings, then slipped a bra strap back into proper alignment. A slow rake of her hair finished the job and she stepped forward looking more than ready to resume hostilities.
“How’s the interview going so far?” Veronica asked without a hint of sarcasm. “Have I wowed you yet, Alexis?”
Suguitan’s answer was also perfectly earnest. “Oh yes. Something tells me you’ll make an excellent Associate… if there’s anything left when I’m done.”
“And you’ll be done a lot sooner than you think, Daisy,” the blonde added, motioning the HR rep for the Associates forward.
Alexis swept her long dark locks over a shoulder and took Veronica up on a pair of raised hands. The women clenched their digits together, biceps tensing as each looked for every little bit of leverage. It seemed a stalemate, but after a dozen seconds, Suguitan’s arms gave a slight tremor and Treymane’s wrists started to roll over those of the copper-skinned catfighter.
Immediately, Alexis swung a knee toward Veronica’s midriff, but the interviewee tugged her left hand free of the Associate’s grip and caught Alexis’ leg, forcing the junior member of VB&A to hop on her remaining grounded gam.
Giving up the Test completely, it’s Alexis’s turn to break the grip between Raker’s kid sis, Veronica’s grasp on the Filipino whittled down to a two-hand snatch of Suguitan’s ankle, the better to raise the flawless dusky stem high. Balance was becoming harder to come by for Alexis until she leapt off her base and swung the free limb in a violent arc that SLAMMED into the blonde’s temple. The Enzugiri dropped Veronica to the canvas as if shot.
Treymane looked as much surprised and dazed as hurt. She quickly scrambled to her feet, or tried, losing her equilibrium on the way up and ending on her behind. Embarrassed, the Neo Noir Knockout quickly pushed up, apparently hoping no one had seen her tumble.
Unfortunately for her Alexis had and, approaching from behind, she sank her nails into the shoulders of Treymane and draaaagged them down the length of Veronica’s ivory back.
Ten red welts emerged almost instantly as the Knockout hissed, arching her back in searing pain. The blonde turned to exact payback but got a stockingful of right foot to her gut, Treymane doubled at the waist. Alexis tugged the lowered head of her foe forward and shut her lethal lower limbs tight around it. Reaching down her rival’s lowered back, Alexis swaddled Veronica’s tummy in a tight squeeze. And before the Knockout could lift her foe up and over with a Back Body Drop, Suguitan showed she could be more than catty by vaulting Veronica to a Piledriver position.
It’s then the enforcer of the Associates let loose of her hug with one arm, exchanging it for a grip around a leg, Alexis apparently ready to ‘neutralize’ the blonde.
But before she did, kitty bared her claws, breaking her grip and sinking her digits into the recently overturned undercarriage of Treymane. The Filipino beauty tore into Veronica’s togs, squeezing the material and the meat beneath, drawing a yelp of anguish from her prey.
Veronica’s face flushed from pink to red to purple, the blood rushing to her head, features twisted in pain as Alexis flexed her cruel digits.
“Are you learning the Associate way, ‘Ronnie?” Alexis asked with a grunt AND a throttling clench of her palm.
Just as it seemed Veronica would love anything but to be stuck in this vulnerable position, Alexis, having already shown the power packed into her frame by keeping the Knockout elevated, showed as much by sending her plummeting face and chest first to the deck, finishing the maneuver after the brutal intermission.
NEUTRALIZER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxH0iTwc3LU
Alexis shoveled the dazed blonde beauty to her back and ladled herself generously on top of the splayed would-be new hire for the...
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Emphatically, Veronica threw a shoulder up, the flawless face of Alexis turning sour as she looked down on the stubborn Knockout. Suguitan slapped the taste from Treymane’s mouth.
“I thought you would have realized this interview is over,” Alexis said, yanking a mewling Veronica to her feet with a handful of flaxen, flowing locks. The dusky grappler wrapped her right arm behind Veronica’s neck and her left snatched Treymane’s left wrist, pulling it across her bruised body.
“We’ll get back to you if you get the job,” Alexis growled before vaulting and twisting the frame of the Neo Noir Knockout into the air with her signature Alexis LFA and SLAMMED her face-first into the unforgiving deck. Veronica’s head bounced off the canvas-covered plywood and she ended splayed on her face, the Filipino kneeling next to her.
ALEXIS LFA @ 00:18
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QvMnTXTU5tw
With a contented air, Alexis languidly rolled the dead meat to her back. The Associate powerhouse moved to a tight lateral press, hooking the far leg for insurance as the ref slapped out the...
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Treymane forced her way out of the pinning predicament with a full spasm of her destroyer-class frame, though the escape was significantly less forceful than any previous efforts.
Alexis glared at the official who held up two fingers while backing out of Suguitan’s lovely grill.
“Scoring brownie points with Big Sis, isn’t going to do shyt for you with Portia and me,” Alexis informed while pushing to her feet in frustration. “We demand the best because we are the best. Better than any mere champion.”
Suguitan landed successive stomps to gut, bosom, clavicle and finally the red stockinged foot was thrust toward a wincing Treymane’s face before the blonde’s hands shot from the canvas and caught the Associate’s ankle. Veronica shoved the momentarily one-footed Filipino and sent her tumbling to her well-padded cheeks.
With both blonde and brunette covered in perspiration, each struggled to her knees and ‘walked’ to the other, unwilling to wait to join in battle when fully vertical. Bodies slapped together, each set of hands moving to the other’s shoulders, one demanding compliance, the other seeking to show at least one Associate she was better than joining this band of arrogant harlots.
The burgeoning FAWN stars ground away at the stalemate for better than ten seconds, neither able to impose more than the tiniest bit of will on their equally stubborn opposition. Never one to tolerate an impasse for very long, Suguitan jerked one hand away from Treymane’s shoulder and let it spider down her tummy toward the already sore juncture of her thighs.
“Not this time, Daisy!” Veronica snatched a double handful of her foe’s hair and wrenched Alexis’s head back and forth as viciously as any penthouse-trained vixen ever had. Shrieking as the blonde tried to remove great big patches of her scalp, Alexis reached for the offending wrists and paid a steep price when Treymane knee-walked back a few steps and jerked her forward and down! THWHUMP! Suguitan’s forehead and chest bounced against the mat with a enough force to flop her over onto her back, a trip made all the more unpleasant due to the Dangerous Dame’s refusal to free her hair.
Al Carpenter did his best to help out by swatting Treymane on the shoulder just as he issued his order. “Off her hair, Veronica. C’mon now, don’t make me count.”
With the memory of Alexis’s hand mauling her crotch still painfully fresh, Veronica twisted her fingers a little deeper and pulled a little harder. “I’ll let her go when I’m good and ready, Shamus.” she snapped. “If you want to count while I’m having fun it’s no skin off my nose.” So the ref counted and Treymane did eventually let her interiewer loose, but only after she’d been hauled back to her feet. A single stiff SMACK put a ‘how could you?’ sheen of hurt in Alexis’s eyes, exactly the sort of look Treymane wanted to see in the moment prior to hoisting the stunned catfighter onto her shoulders for a Fireman’s Carry.
Already well clear of the ropes, the Neo-Noir Knockout spun off a trio of quick circles, thus treating Suguitan to a taste of the Airplane Spin. Unable to keep from flailing her feet like a cranky toddler, Alexis closed her eyes and tried to fight off nausea, meaning it was a complete surprise when Treymane came to an abrupt stop and ‘hupped’ her from Fireman’s Carry to Powerbomb stall. “OH SHYTNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHH!” The Thrilla From Manila landed HARD on the back of her head and shoulders, Veronica using every bit of her hundred and thirty plus pounds to fold her brunette in half. Pushing up on her toes the instant Suguitan hit the deck, Treymane leaned down and into her opponent’s upturned haunches to secure the Matchbook, then made it that much stronger by sliding forward to sit heavily upon Suguitan’s calves. Folded and stacked as neat as anyone had ever been, Alexis’s upturned rump wriggled frantically as the official tolled….
THE HARD GOODBYE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vbd0xLuzNS0
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One last desperate burst knocked Treymane onto all fours while simultaneously slopping Alexis onto her belly. Angry but not frustrated, Veronica sidled in against Alexis’s side and tried to roll her onto her back only to have the wounded exotique fight against it with everything she could presently muster.
“”On your back, ‘lexis.” Veronica ordered. “I said on your back!” She grabbed a massive handful of Suguitan’s briefs and rendered them that much scanter with a savage yank.
Howling as the slick material sawed between her cheeks, Portia’s protégé couldn’t stop the Pinstripe Powerhouse from using the thong handle to roll her over. Though tempted to maintain the ugly grip, Treymane relinquished it so she could position herself between Suguitan’s legs, which were still twitching to the unpleasant aftereffects of the wedgie. “Told you I’d been in my share of penthouse tiffs.” Veronica huffed as she braced her knees against Alexis’s inner thighs. “But telling isn’t nearly as effective as showing your credentials, is it, Daisy?”
Still groggy from the Powerbomb, Suguitan moaned and shook her head ‘no’ “Duhhhh…. don’t! I promise I’ll put a good word in for AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH FAAAAAAAHHHK! YOU SAVAGE BYTCH!”
Treymane only smiled and gripped her right wrist in her left hand, it added that much more pressure to the claw on Alexis’s junk. “Give it up, Daisy.” the blonde huffed. “Before I get my talons through your pretty little trunks.”
Alexis shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ and pounded the mat, not in submission but as the only available avenue for her agony. “What do you say, Alexis?” Carpenter asked when the first round of cries died down. “If you need the bell, just ask for it!”
“NO!” Alexis buried her hands in her own hair to make sure they wouldn’t betray her in a moment of weakness. “SHE’S NOT GONNA BEAT AAAAAAAAAHHHHH STAAAAAHHHHHP!”
Veronica rocked on her haunches to spread the Wishbone a little wider, which didn’t make the spade in her groin any more tolerable. “I’ll stop when you tap that mat, Lexis!” Treymane growled. “Better yet, tell everyone about how I aced your interviEWWEERGGGGHHH!”
Forced to forgo the deception she often used so masterfully, Suguitan let loose of her hair and darted a hand up to jab a thumb in the blonde’s right eye. Veronica pushed off immediately and staggered back, both hands flying to her blurry peeper. Too relieved to snap at the ref when he complained about the eye poke, a gimpy-legged Suguitan clambered to her feet and trudged after the retreating blonde. Catching up when her foe was still several feet shy of the ropes, Alexis grabbed a double handful of hair and ran her half blind adversary into a ‘twanging’ throat-first collision with the top rope!
Now breathless as well as blind, Veronica lost all track of her surroundings until Suguitan whipped her around and slapped on a Front Facelock. Baring her teeth as the struggling blonde pounded punches into her ribs, Alexis reached through Treymane’s thighs with her right hand and pulled her left leg up in an awkward sort of standing cradle. Even then the punches didn’t stop but with both of the brunette’s hooks set Veronica couldn’t stop Alexis from hoisting her off her feet, twisting her over in mid-air and sitting out full force to send her From Penthouse to Poorhouse with a ring-rattling THAWHAM!
FROM PENTHOUSE TO POORHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJ6PCppzO1Y
Her cradle intact after the huge landing, Alexis pushed up, slid forward and sat down, not on Treymane’s face, but very high on her chest, almost her throat in fact. This was no subtle sign of respect, she simply didn’t trust the bytch not to chomp on her before the ref counted….
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Veronica twitched loose, spilling Suguitan onto her side just as the bell sounded. Though she was too exhausted to stand at the moment, it didn’t keep the victrix from raising a hand when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall…. ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
That proved the tonic she needed and the Penthouse Panther got to her feet to smirk in the faces of every jeering FAWNatic. Carpenter was busy checking on Treymane’s eye, so Suguitan set off on a combination victory lap and ‘told ya so, bytches!’ snark fest with all the mouthbreathers in the first few rows. Pausing on the side nearest the Announce Table, she snapped her fingers at a tech and was promptly given a microphone.
“Sooooooooooo, that was a strong effort, but you came up a little short there in the end, sweetheart.” Suguitan said to Veronica, who’d regained her feet a few seconds prior. “Still, you’re not an Associate, so no one expected you to beat me, not even Rachel.” Treymane frowned at this, but Suguitan stopped her with a raised index finger. “The point is, I don’t particularly like you, but I’d much rather have you AND big sis on my side, so here’s what I propose. A second round of interviews. Somewhere a little more casual… a penthouse, for example. You make a good impression there and you might be an Associate yet. What do you say, ‘Ronnie? Can I mark it on the calendar?”
Veronica tromped over, grabbed Alexis’s wrist and pulled the mic up to her lips. “You’re getting a little ahead of yourself, kitty. I’m not even sure I want this job.” She paused to let the crowd cheer their approval. “That second interview though? You’re ON, Daisy. Set a date and I’ll be there.” Treymane shoved Alexis’s hand away and exited the ring amidst love from the crowd despite the fresh blemish on her record.
Flushed with victory, Suguitan let the blonde leave without incident. She still didn’t know if Treymane was Associates material yet, but she was going to have fun finding out. In the end they’d either have a dangerous new weapon in their arsenal, or they’d have a broken, sobbing wreck, which meant one less potential threat in the future. Win-win as far as Alexis was concerned.