Post by alyadmirer on Jun 10, 2016 8:50:24 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, “the following contest is your main event of the evening. It is scheduled for one fall, with a one hour time limit... and is for the FAWN World Championship!!! Introducing first, the challenger... Hailing from San Diego, CA, she stands five feet five inches tall and weighs in this evening at a mouth-watering one-hundred and thirty-one pounds… Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Three D… DAAARRRLLLAAA DIIIAAANNNEEE DAAAVVVIIISSS!!!!!”
DARLA DIANE DAVIS:
The buzz of the crowd is broken by a loud, sudden, and very orgasmic "OHHHH..." coming over the PA system, which is soon followed by a similar, "AHHHHH..." Confusion quickly gives way, at least somewhat, as the voice unmistakably belongs to Shirley Manson, the beat of Garbage's "#1 Crush" thumping over the sound system. But that's only part of the equation. Longtime Jungle Dwellers know that this music has long been established as the anthem of the many iterations of the union known as T&AKO.
Apparently, the music was now Davis’ own.
Those in the know about Jungle affairs immediately start to boo, and the rest of the FAWNatics soon follow their lead. Darla Diane’s exploits in FAWN to date might not have been extensive, but they had made an impression--her destruction of Chloe Fields and Cynthia Mitchell at the 2012 edition of Mania and a defeat against Juliet Bloodwind that might very easily have gone the other way if the Tempe Temptress hadn’t been as close as she was to the ropes. But when the curtains part and a voluptuous young blonde strides into view, the vast majority of those cheers transform into whistles of appreciation. The Cali blonde saunters down to the ring, her lips curled into a smile—but it’s an expression of predatory intent rather than joyful feelings. While her bosom is currently sheathed in a black--and oddly inside out--t-shirt, the garment is unable to suppress the glory of her bounty in any way. Below decks, her undercarriage is encased in a set of purple lycra bikini bottoms with black trim. Black boots tie up the ensemble.
Ascending the ring steps, Davis strides to the middle of the apron before turning her back to the ropes. There, she waits for one of the ringside camera jockeys to find her. She then demonstrates that, while the Internet stream and the DVD sales of the Jungle might pale in comparison to FAWN, they still learn how to play to the lens up in Bangor. Slowly… aaaaaaaaaaaaagonizingly so… Darla peels the tee up her body, bringing into view the cleavage that had spelled doom for a plethora of girls, on both the Cali sands and the Maine arena, magnificently framed by a purple top, knotted between the cups by pink lace. Finally pulling the shirt over her head, Darla looks down into the lens, her smirk only accentuated by her bitten bottom lip…
… and then she tosses the tee over the camera, blacking out the shot.
Three D then pulls herself through the ropes, joining the Irish redhead across the ring, Davis beginning to limber up as the official moves to inspect her. Darla Diane turns to face the buckles, a few fans whistling as she gives her hips a wiggle the further down Castle's hands descend. In the spirit of helpfulness, the buxom blonde lifts first her left boot and then the right before turning back to face the official--at which point, Three D makes a point of putting her best features forward. "Go on," Darla purrs, "I DARE you to check 'em..."
With Hurricane Darla settled into her corner, the Announcer turned to the stage. “And introducing her opponent, 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 NEEEEEEEW FAWN World Champion… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
The color leaked from the arena even as the volume rose to near deafening levels. Simultaneous with the fade came a burst of new school in the form of Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’. It was to this melding of eras that the Dangerous Dame stepped through the curtain as FAWN‘s top gun. Dressed in a half length (it ended about mid-thigh) grey trench coat and matching fedora, Veronica Treymane strode to the top of the ramp and shouted, “LOOKS LIKE ALL THOSE HEISTS FINALLY PAID OFF! CHECK OUT THIS GOLD, YOUSE MUGS!” She pulled the coat aside to reveal not just the ten pounds of leather and gold strapped around her waist, but the replica Thompson’s resting against one strong, spring-tanned thigh. In the next instant she hoisted the barking iron overhead and unleashed a fire of blazing pyro into the rafters. Setting it on her shoulder once the clip hit empty, Treymane tipped her hat to the crowd and started down the aisle.
VERONICA TREYMANE:
For her first defense of FAWN’s greatest prize, the Neo-Noir Knockout wore a slight variation on her usual togs. They were still boy-cut trunks with white pinstripes and a sturdy white belt, but the grey had been replaced with midnight blue. This change carried through to her top, 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 the same dark blue. The outfit was finished with matte-black boots that rose to mid-shin.
Eyes locked on the Generation Next Powerhouse, Veronica went straight up the steps, doffed her fedora and set it on the turnbuckle before stepping between the top and middle ropes. Iron and coat came off next, both handed to head official Nick Castle, who treated them with the proper reverence. The belt went last and it didn’t come off until Veronica stomped to the middle of the ring and held it high overhead. Darla only yawned and pointed to her own waist, hinting about the strap’s next, clearly superior home. Veronica smirked, backed off and handed the belt to Nick before continuing onto her corner to wait for the opening bell.
The bell CLANGED and both ladies were quick out of their corners, Darla because she couldn’t wait to expose this Turner Classic Movies reject as a total farce and Veronica because she was eager to prove her victory over Baby at Spring Break was the start of a new Golden Standard in FAWN. Slowing to a confident strut as she closed on the taller blonde, Davis looked the champion up and down, then offered a disdainful sniff. “Either VanBuren had an off night or she got real old, real fast. That’s the only way I can explain you wearing that belt.”
Hands held at shoulder level, Treymane circled to the left, forcing Darla to do the same. “You wanna know how I earned this belt, Davis? Stop running your trap and step on up.” she tapped the toe of one boot on the mat in front of her, a perfect spot for the blonde’s learning to begin.
Davis only rolled her eyes. “Puuuhh-lease! Seriously, bytch face? You may have the hardware, but anyone with eyes can see that THAT,” Darla waved a dismissive hand in the champion’s direction. “Needs to step up to THIS.” Three D swept both hands down her own svelte torso, earning a mixture of cheers and jeers in the process. She grinned at Treymane, a snide, mocking thing. “Whenever you’re ready, beanpoOOOOFFFFFFFH!”
Veronica stepped up all right, unfortunately for the challenger she came bearing a heavy Forearm Smash, which she THWHAPPED across Davis’s impressive décolletage. Hissing in outrage and pain (mostly outrage) Darla pounced on the taller blonde, sweeping her into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Heels set firm, she lowered her shoulders and plowed forward with every intention of marching the lanky bytch to the nearest corner for some serious Jugg Mugging. She’d made it all of four steps when Treymane dug in and pushed back. Davis’s march came to a sudden grinding halt but the exertion continued on, both blondes searching for that bit of leverage that’d swing momentum in their--
Veronica broke then clench with a hard shove that forced the Gen Nex’er back on her heels. “Not bad.” the champ admitted after she’d smoothed her hair down. “But you’re gonna have to be stronger than that if you wanna put me on my back.”
Davis ‘snapped’ the waistband of her togs tight against her hips as she smirked at Treymane. “Oh, that comes a little later on, skinny. Right now I’m gonna make you kneel.” To prove it she raised one hand to the rafters and waggled her fingers in Veronica’s direction.
Always happy to throw down for a good ol’ fashioned Test of Strength, the Pinstripe Powerhouse stepped forward and smacked her hand against the challenger’s waiting palm. “Hope your kneepads are extra sturdy tonight, Daisy.” Veronica chided. “The canvas looks a little rougher than usuEERRGGGHH!”
Treymane paid the price for her generally trusting nature when Davis formed the middle and index fingers of her free hand into a ‘V’ and poked the other blonde in the eyes! Veronica cursed and tried to pull away, but Darla clamped down tight and reeled her into a Short-Arm Clothesline that THWAPPED across the champ’s chest. Treymane went down hard on the back of her head and shoulders, one hand still trapped in the duplicitous Test.
“Look at that, we got to the flat on your back part faster than expected!” Davis snickered. “Hey, while you’re down there, can you tell me if I stepped in some of Gabby’s gum back in the locker room?”
Still smirking, she put the sole of her right boot against Treymane’s face and ground down even while yanking up on that captured hand. Kicking and squealing, Veronica endured the unwanted sole searching for almost five seconds before she shoved the intruding foot off her mug. “Oh, you chewed it off for me?” Darla asked with mock sincerity. “That is SO thoughtful! How could I ever return the favor? I know!”
Doubling down on her control with a handful of hair, Three D hauled Treymane to her feet, then broke both grips and slipped an arm between the champ’s thighs. The other hooked over one shoulder and just like that Darla muscled her up and THWHAMMED her down with a Scoop Slam! Veronica hit flat and rolled onto her hip, one elbow braced against the mat while her other hand rubbed the small of her back. Just overhead, Darla looked unhappy. “Ya know what? That’s just not a fair exchange, what with you licking my boots and all. Here, I think you’ll like this one even more.” Another hair-hold got Treymane to her feet and a Headbutt to the sternum kept her stunned long enough for the curvaceous challenger to hoist Veronica up across her chest like she was little more than a bag of laundry.
“There!” A beaming Darla turned in a circle, letting the whole of the FAWN arena observe her control of the floundering dame. “Isn’t she special, folks?” Davis rose up on her toes and abruptly dropped to one knee to THWHUMP Treymane’s exposed ribs against the sturdy meat of her thigh. Squeezing a little tighter when Veronica tried to flail her way loose, Davis stood back up and asked a second question. “Isn’t she just the sort of champion you slobs deserve?” A second Ribbreaker followed, this one seeming to bend the Pinstripe Powerhouse a little farther than the original. Eyes alight with cruel shine, Darla got to her feet and swung around to the face the hard camera. “What’s that? She’s NOT special? She’s nothing but a sack of garbage, you say? Well, I know how to deal with that!” She ‘hupped’ Treymane from her chest to across one shoulder, cupped a hand across the base of her neck and dove forward and down to THWHUMP the bigger blonde against the mat courtesy of a Front Power Slam.
FRONT POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBCZKwQz-ds
Easing around to her opponent’s left, Davis slid across the champ’s chest and hooked the far leg. “And just like that, you’re back where you belong.” This was said in the presence of senior official Nick Castle, who slid in to count off…
ONE…
TWO…
Veronica bucked Darla off simultaneous with ‘TWO’ doing so with enough vigor to rock the challenger back on her haunches. “Want a little more, do ya?” Davis cooed. “Fine, I’ll bust ya up before I put ya ta bed.”
Filling her fingers with Treymane’s hair, Darla got ‘em both stood up, then immediately went low and jammed her shoulder into opposing tummy. Veronica ‘uuunnggghhhed’ and folded up over her back, making it much easier for Three D to wrap both arms around the champ’s upper thighs and power her off her feet. No preening display this time around, Darla immediately honed in on a corner on the far side of the ring and charged it at full speed. BWUUUNG! She lowered her shoulder at the last possible second, all the better to drive Treymane’s spine into the thinly-padded steel. Veronica sagged, but hooked her arms over the top rope, just as Davis had expected she would. Saved the step of having to force the loser upright, Darla grasped the middle rope in both hands and thum-thum-thum-THUMPED a quartet of gut-churning Shoulderblocks into her opponent’s ailing abdominals!
That first set hit quick enough that Darla could’ve landed a few more before Castle started to fuss about a count, but the Hurricane had something different in mind, so she straightened up and raised her hands to indicate a clean break. “Aaaawwww, you’re looking a little down in the mouth, champ. Starting to realize your days are numbered, huh? I think you could use a hug!” No chance of refusal was given, as Davis simply stepped in, wrapped her arms around the back of Treymane’s noggin and pulled her deep into a Front Sleeper. Gripping her own elbows for extra crushing power, Darla Bust-Buffed Veronica’s protesting features until the ref reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. “Just a little taste, sweetheart.” Davis cooed as she backed away from the sputtering champ. “A feeder band, if you will. The REAL storm is gonna leave you puffy-faced and NNNNNGGGGGGH!”
Veronica’s arm flicked out like a whip, a stinging, backhanded CRAAACK of a blow that twisted Davis’s head to one side and put a violent shimmy in her knees. The champ would’ve clouted her again, but Darla stumbled out of range and she didn’t feel like leaving the buckles just yet. Instead she shook the worst of the tingle from her knuckles and snapped, “How’s that for a taste, Darla Diane Daisy? Maybe you should keep that big yap of yours shut before I decide to loosen the rest of your teeth.”
One hand pressed to her stinging mug, Three D focused on the other blonde with a look of incredulous disrespect. “You stupid, mouthy bytch. You have no idea how badly I am going to f*ck your day up.”
Treymane rolled her shoulders but made no effort to leave the corner. “If it’s anything like how you put jugg to a girl, I’m not worried. I’ve seen B-cups work a Front Sleeper with more enthusiasm.”
Darla’s face flushed pink in an instant. Did that slut REALLY just compare her to some B-Cup reject? “Ok, tramp. You’re goddamned done.” She pounced with claws aimed at the Dangerous Dame’s eyes and might’ve earned a few rakes for her troubles if Veronica hadn’t doubled forward and slammed a shoulder into her belly. Palming Davis’s upper thighs in both hands, she straightened up fast, all the better to sling Hurricane Darla up, over and way, way, WAY down to the flo--NO!
Darla snatched the top rope in both hands and pulled herself into a neat landing on the apron, an impressive display of agility for someone of her size and build. Darla must’ve thought it pretty impressive herself because she put one hand against the side of her foe’s cheek and turned her head with a blatant pie-facing. “Have to do better than that, Bytch Face!” she taunted. “Or I’ll have your gold in Gen Next before you can NNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!”
Treymane snatched a double handful of hair, jerked the challenger forward and stepped in while simultaneously firing her right knee up n’ over the top rope. There was a TWHONK as knee met forehead, followed by some ‘ooohh’s!’ from the crowd as Davis reeled backward, her only connection to the ring a very tenuous hold on the top rope. Things got a little better (or at least steadier) when Treymane grabbed a handful of hair and reeled her into a Front Facelock. From her much sturdier perch in the squared circle, Veronica stepped up onto the middle strand, then reached over and helped herself to a handful of purple waistband. Hooks set, she dipped her knees in a deep crouch and hoisted Darla from the apron to high noon in a single glorious lift! The hesitation up top was no more than three seconds, but it was more than enough for the FAWNatics to roar their approval. This approval only got louder when the Pinstripe Powerhouse dropped backward and THAWHAMMED Davis spine-first into the unforgiving mat!
2ND ROPE APRON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMD8BbfEA9Y
The Buxom Battler hit hard, bounced onto her side and immediately found herself rolled back by hands at her shoulder and hip. Then Treymane slid across, hooked the far leg and nodded along for…
ONE…
TWO…
Darla kicked out at ‘TWO’ a strong rebuke to anyone who thought she could dish it out but not take it. The escape didn’t put Veronica the slightest bit out of countenance, she hadn’t expected the Suplex to end the match, she simply couldn’t pass up an opportunity to secure a pin. “Ya know I could put my tits in your face if I felt like it, Triple Daisy.” Veronica noted as she dragged her opponent to a seat. “But where’s the challenge in that? I’d rather put YOUR tits in your face.”
To that end, she slipped her arms under the other blonde’s biceps and locked her hands across the base of Davis’s neck. A single strong downward push put the challenger’s chin in the top of her décolletage and if the strain on Darla’s face was any indication, the rest of her mug would be taking a dip very soon. Seated on her tush near the center of the ring, Darla couldn’t manage much in the way of leverage, especially when the majority of her attention was devoted to keeping her clear of a self-inflicted Front Sleeper. “Enjoy this while you can, punk.” she growled at the surging champion. “But sooner or later those little spaghetti arms of yours are gonna get tired and then I’ll get back to the business of smothering you Ommmmmmppphhhhhh!”
Treymane slid her hands up a little higher, pressed down a little harder and damned if Darla Diane Davis didn’t find herself caught in the wake of her own motorboat! “That’s right Daisy, breathe it in.” Veronica taunted as she poured that much more power into the simple hold. “Let it all out, then tap that canvas as hard as you EERRRGGGGHHHH! HAIR! HAIR, NICK!”
The ref was already on it, as Darla made no effort to hide her illegal tactic. “Let go of the hair, Darla!” Castle tapped the challenger’s wrists with two fingers to emphasize the point. “Break it now or I’ll start a count.” Davis answered by trying to remove dual hanks of her foe’s hair, so the zebra barked off, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Darla let loose, though she let Nick know of her displeasure by extending a pair of index fingers in his general direction. “You wanna play catty, kitten? I can play catty.” Treymane still had Darla facedown in her own cleavage, but her smile had transformed into an angry scowl. Breaking the traditional Nelson grip across the back of her rival’s head without actually freeing Three D’s arms, the Dangerous Dame helped herself to a double handful of hair and pulled up while also scccccrrrrruubbbing the blonde’s features against her bounty.
“C’mon ‘Ronnie.” Castle admonished the champ. “Just because Darla pulled your hair means I’ll give you a free pass.”
Treymane worked her grip a little closer to the roots and pulled again, forcing Davis to voice a muffled yelp. “Not looking for a pass, Nick. Just need to show this little girl her actions have consequences.” A noble sentiment, but Castle still had to make a count, not that the champ let it get beyond ‘TWO!’ Shifting back to the more legal version of the Nelson, Veronica pulled Darla’s head out of the deep water and used the challenger’s relieved gasp to power the both of them to boot leather. “Whadda ya say, Daisy?” the champ bobbled her opponent’s head up and down, just because she could. “Ready to have your arms back? Ready to breathe fresh air again? All you have to do is qu-HEY!”
Davis raised her right foot high and would’ve stamped the ol’ holy hell outta Treymane’s toes if the Neo-Noir Knockout hadn’t pulled clear at the last second. “Answer your question, Bytch Face?” Darla snarled. “We both know it’s only a matter of time before I power outta this, might as well let me go while I’m still inclined to go easy on OOFFFH! OOFFFHH! OOOOWWW! OH BYTCH, YOU’RE SO DEAD!”
Clearly unintimidated by the threats, Treymane planted most of her weight on her left leg, thus freeing up the right to thum-thum-thum-THUMP into her rival’s backside. “I’m sorry Darla, that was rude of me to interrupt.” the blonde purred. “What was that you were saying?”
Absolutely furious now, Davis set her feet, balled her hands into fists and slooooowwwwly lowered her arms. Veronica’s clasp didn’t break, but she could feel it coming undone and knew it was only a matter of seconds before Darla was free. Granting the other woman her freedom at a very steep price, Treymane pounded a final Kneelift into opposing tailbone, then collected her strength and yanked Three D clear off her feet. Unmoored without so much as a word of warning, Darla forgot all about trying to escape and focused on bracing for impact, which came in the form of a ring-rattling THAWHAM!
FULL NELSON SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIKSwvlAn14
The Full Nelson Slam arched Darla’s back, so Veronica dropped a knee into her belly and laid across her chest for the cover. Hooking both legs on general principle, she snugged a shoulder in against the challenger’s juggs and held on through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Davis tugged free of the cradle and turned onto her side with half a second to spare. “Impressive.” Veronica noted after a quick check with Castle confirmed the near fall. “You take a beating almost as well as you take orders. No wonder Evans likes having you around.”
Darla grunted, rolled to her stomach and started to rise. “Kuuuhhh… kiss my ass, Bytch Face.” she snarled. “I don’t take orders from OOOFFFFHHH!”
Treymane knotted her hands together, raised them overhead and brought an Axehandle THWHUMPING down atop her foe’s lower back. Darla didn’t go down flat, but crumpled to a sort of sloppy push-up position instead, which allowed the champ to hook a handful of waistband and haul her to verticality. Reeling Davis in close, Veronica nudged her away with a soft bump from one shoulder, then jerked her back and THWHAPPED a heavy Forearm Smash across the small of her back! “NNNNGGGGGHHH!” Darla rose up on tiptoe and staggered forward, her hands held at shoulder level to claw some invisible adversary. The Neo-Noir Knockout let her soak up the shock for a heartbeat or two, then bumped her forward and tugged her back for another THWHAPPING Forearm Smash. And another. And another. And another, until Davis’s knees finally locked up and she collapsed like a penitent.
Still holding the other blonde’s waistband, Veronica flipped hair out of her eyes and muttered, “It’s time you learned why Evans wants no part of me.” Straightening the challenger with another cheeky tug, Treymane clubbed her across the shoulders, then swung around into position on Davis’s left side. A quick trip between opposing gams let the champ secure Darla’s left wrist, which she promptly pulled back the way she’d come. In the same instant she curled her left arm around Darla’s right bicep and wrenched it backward, thus completing the Pumphandle. Offering a smile as the cameras started to go off, Treymane dipped her knees and muscled the Purple Punisher up across her chest and--’OOOOOHHHHHHH!’
Surprised dismay from the crowd as Davis floated higher than intended and ended up landing on her feet just behind the startled champion. Desperate to create some distance between herself and the pinstriped puss, Darla raaaaaaaaaked her claws down Veronica’s back and followed with a huge two-handed shove that sent her barreling into the ropes. Thinking that Treymane would hit the ropes and take a breather, Davis took a few steps back which is the only reason she had enough time to dip under the huge Lariat Veronica threw her way. “BYTCH!” Darla shouted it more in surprise than hate, though the latter emotion was clearly out in force as well.
Hardly caring about Three D’s state of mind, the surging champion hit the ropes on the far side of the ring, ran down the challenger and took to the skies in a glorious Crossbody that would’ve been the envy of Lightweights everywhere if Davis hadn’t snatched her out of the air with practically one arm. Pivoting the startled dope under her catchin’ arm, Davis spun in a half circle and dropped to one knee to THWHUMP Treymane’s spine across the post of her thigh. Shocked to silence by the pain, Veronica bounced straight up then dropped to the mat because Darla was kind enough to move her knee out of the way. Of course it wasn’t *too* kind because the Gen Nex’er immediately threw herself across the blonde’s chest for…
TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9kUnPFZyEHw
ONE…
TWO…
Veronica shot a shoulder off that mat just after ‘TWO’. The escape didn’t bother Darla nearly as much as she’d thought it might. This gangly goody two shoes had beaten her from pillar to post for the better part of five minutes straight and the Curvaceous Californian wasn’t about to let her leave the ring without paying it all back. “Get up, Nick at Nite,” Darla grabbed Veronica by the scruff of the neck and started to pull. “It’s time I showed you how we break backs here in the twenty-first century.”
Treymane cursed and fired an elbow into the challenger’s belly, but it was a halfhearted effort and quashed easily enough with a heavy left hook to the ribs. Switching her control to a Wristlock on the champ’s right hand, Davis jerked her into a short Shoulderblock and cooed, “You’ll never survive a Cat Five. But maybe you can ride out a Cat Three.” Her tone suggested she didn’t think it too likely, but she was clearly willing to give Veronica a fightin’ chance, as evidenced by the way she hurled her into the strands.
The Black & White Brigade urged their heroine to hook the top rope and thus halt the Hurricane’s momentum, alas Treymane was still reeling from the Backbreaker and it took everything she had simply to stay upright. That lasted for all of two seconds, right about the time she reentered Darla’s reach. Catching the champ about the waist with her right arm, Davis muscled Treymane up like she was nothing more than a bag of laundry, then swung around and dropped to her knee, THWHUMPING the other blonde’s spine for the second time in perhaps a minute.
Veronica shuddered but she didn’t even have a chance to slide loose of Darla’s clutches before the challenger straightened up and slung her into a gut on shoulder perch. That didn’t last long either, mostly because Davis spun again and tossed the discombobulated battler down tummy-first across her left knee. The FAWNatics groaned right along with Veronica, but mercifully they only had to watch what happened next. The Neo-Noir Knockout felt every bit of it. Doubling up on a simple Gutwrench around her opponent’s hips, Darla rose to a deep squat, then swung Treymane up onto her shoulders and absolutely PLANTED her in the center of the ring courtesy of a ring-rattling Powerbomb!
CAT THREE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0u1l7bquPTw
Caught flush by every bit of the Cat Three, Veronica sat up with both arms crossed over her chest, but voiced no complaint when Davis put a boot against her forehead and nudged her down flat. Feet planted on either side of the champ’s hips, Triple D dropped into a seat atop opposing juggs and offered the photogs a glorious double bicep flex to cement her coronation as the new Queen of FAWN. Beside her, Nick Castle tolled out…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Veronica put her feet against the mat and bridged just high enough to force Darla onto all fours. Angered by this delay to her reign, Davis spun around, dropped down hard across Treymane’s midsection and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Dangerous Dame kicked out again, a little harder this time. Knowing full well she wasn’t going to catch a break from an idiot like Castle, Darla Diane Davis twined her fingers in Veronica’s hair and hoisted her to boot leather in a series of scalp-searing yanks. She didn’t bother with a Toe Kick upon reaching their destination, she simply forced Treymane to bend over and accept the Standing Headscissors wreathed around her ears. “Pinning you is too easy, anyway.” Davis noted after she’d cinched her arms around Veronica’s waist. “I’d rather these idiots hear you squealing in terror before the Hurricane blows you away for good.”
From deep within her admittedly disadvantageous position, Treymane huffed, “Well you’re the resident expert on blowing, aren’t you, DaisyYYEEERAAARRGGGH!”
Knees bent, the challenger lifted / swung Veronica up onto the ball of her right shoulder in a picture perfect Canadian Backbreaker.
CANADIAN BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHxAt70zng8
“GIVE UP, SKANK!” Darla bellowed the demand into Treymane’s ear even as she pulled the knot of her fists deeper and deeper into the champion’s tummy.
Nick, who had seen what this hold could do in the hands of a particularly motivated powerhouse (the refs still got drunk and told all manner of stories about Cassandra Vale’s Canadian Backbreaker) wasted no time in checking on his suffering charge. “What do you say, Veronica? Need me to call for the bell? Tell me something, girl!”
Veronica shook her head ‘no’, put a hand against Darla’s face and pushed, trying something, anything to distract the challenger from this hellacious hold. “Not on your life, Shamus.” she groaned to Castle. “Gonna take more than this big Daisy to pull the gold from my GAAAAAHHHHH SHHHHHIIIIITTT!”
Davis proceeded to do half a dozen squats, then added several sharp, stamping hops in hopes of forcing capitulation from the Dangerous Dame. “I said, GIVE!” Davis demanded after her latest flurry produced several more shrieks and a thunderous ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ chant, but little else. Treymane shook out another denial, flattened her right hand into a paddle and started smacking away at the challenger’s noggin. Darla grimaced and turned her head, trying shield herself from the blows with little success. Starting to feel the ache of maintaining the lift too long, Three D pivoted the nearest corner and started for it at a near run.
Eyes going wide as she realized what Davis intended to do, Veronica stopped smacking and started punching, hoping against hope she could free herself before she-- BWUUUNG! Darla slammed the defenseless battler into the top and middle turnbuckles hard enough to slip her over into a seat on the top buckle. If Treymane had been able to sit up it wouldn’t have been the worst perch to occupy, unfortunately she was so breathless and sore that she remained slumped all the way forward, a sort of reverse Tree of Woe that left her quite exposed to whatever the Hurricane had in mind.
Feeling a little winded herself after pouring so much power into the Backbreaker, Darla took several deep breaths, then swatted Veronica’s upturned tush. “Aaaaaawwww, the little detective is all tired out. Don’t worry honey, you just sit here and take a nice nap while I go solve the case of who took your World Title.” Veronica only groaned, not nearly enough incentive to keep the Gen Nex’er from spinning around and racing to the other side of the ring. Turning back the instant she’d ‘smacked’ the top turnbuckle in both hands, Davis stormed across the squared circle at top speed, hopped up and THWHUMPED every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds into Treymane’s back in a crushing Avalanche Spash!
The crowd groaned, Veronica ‘OOOOFFFFFH’ED!’ and Davis stayed close enough to keep the champ from dripping loose of the corner. Once the worst of the shakes had faded away, she mounted the second rope and looked down at the other blonde’s defenseless rump. “I know I’m supposed to punch her in the face.” Darla told the jeering FAWNatics. “But really, I can’t tell the difference. Can you?” More boos, but the Mayhem audience did indeed start a count when Davis balled her right hand into a fist and went to town on Treymane’s upturned glutes.
‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’
Darla clasped her hands in a Double Axehandle and raised them high overhead. “Here I am.” she taunted the defenseless champ. “Rock ya like a hurricane, bytch face.” Davis hopped down and back and TWHUMPED a vicious smash into Veronica’s bum to finish the set. The Pinstripe Powerhouse shuddered and finally started to tumble forward, but damned if Darla didn’t stuff her back against the buckles again.
“That’s enough, Darla.” Castle admonished. “Either you get her out of the corner, or I will.”
Three D fixed him with a disdainful scowl. “I don’t believe I’ve heard a count, Mr. Referee.” Nick obliged her at once, meaning Darla only had to the count of ‘FOUR!’ to snag hold of her foe’s pinstriped briefs and pull them several inches higher than the seamstress intended. Davis broke away without comment, strutting to the center of the ring to bask in all the hate while Castle pulled the Neo-Noir wreckage free of the ropes. Slopped against the bottom buckle in a sweaty-faced heap, Treymane bit her bottom lip to stifle a whimper while she realigned her traitorous togs. “You ok, Veronica?” Castle was close enough to question, but far enough not to interfere with whatever might happen next. “That was quite a mugging you took. If you don’t think you can take any--”
“I’ll never tell you to stop a fight, Nick. If you have to call it off it’s because there’s no question I AAAHHH DAMMIT!”
Darla had noticed Veronica blubbering to the official and put a stop to it by closing in and snatching hold of her ankles. “C’mere sweetie.” she chided the other blonde. “Time to go out in the storm again.” Veronica wasn’t about to head out without a fight, so she grabbed hold of the middle rope and started kicking her legs in hopes of squirming loose. No luck, Davis snapped Toe Kicks into her thighs and glutes until the champ’s grip gave way and then THWHAM! she landed flat on her back several feet removed from the ropes.
“Even I’m not strong enough to carry your punk ass on my shoulders all night long.” Darla admitted as she rolled Treymane onto her tummy with an arrogant little nudge. “But I can sit RIGHT HERE,” the challenger swung a leg over so that one foot was on either side of the blonde’s hips, “and break your back until you’re sniveling to go back to the mid-card!” More than ready to add the FAWN World Title to Gabby’s Lightweight Gold, Three D bent down, grabbed Veronica’s shoulders and muscled her to all fours. Rather than sink the Camel Clutch in immediately, she slapped the back of Treymane’s head a few times, then hopped up and dropped down, THUMPING her buns into that weakened back. Veronica cried out, collapsed onto her elbows and slowly started to rise.
“Oh, you want some more, do you? Here ya go, bytch face!”
Davis smashed Treymane’s spine with another Butt Bomb, unfortunately she didn’t get to savor the impact because the champ rose up almost at once! Scrambling to maintain her straddle over the penitent idiot, Darla grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Veronica’s head back at a wicked angle. “Bytch, I WILL break your back.” she threatened.
The Dangerous Dame actually had the gall to smirk. “I’d like to see you try, Diet Pandora.”
Muttering something unprintable, the Hurricane cuffed Veronica’s mug with a single Crossface Punch, then tossed her head aside and leapt skyward for the third and decisive Butt “NNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHH!”
Veronica rolled onto her back and pulled her knees up to her chest, meaning poor Darla landed crotch-first atop the bony joints. Reduced to pigeon-toed mewling in a single stroke, Davis waddled one way while Treymane slid the other and THWHACK! Veronica lashed out with her left leg and caught the other blonde across the cheek with a stiff kick of no particular make or model. It didn’t take Darla off her feet, it did however knock her away and drop her to one knee, which was more than enough for the champ, considering how much punishment she’d absorbed in the last few minutes.
Shunting that punishment as far back in her mind as she could, Veronica clambered to verticality and raced by her adversary to hit the ropes on her six. As of yet unaware of this development, Darla only looked up when Treymane passed by a second time, now en route to the strands directly in front of her. “Yeah, that’s right. You better run, bytch NNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!” Veronica ran straight at the challenger, dropped low and THWHACKED the Single-Legged Dropkick she called the Cement Shoe into Darla’s forehead. Davis went down flat, her legs momentarily tossed overhead in a loose-limbed matchbook.
CEMENT SHOE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bERWMyavY9E
The Pinstripe Powerhouse didn’t bother to try for a cover, she knew Darla had some left in the tank and even if she’d been bone dry, Veronica wasn’t ready for this fight to be over, just yet. Sure enough, Davis rolled onto her tummy and was up to all fours by the time Treymane stomped over to claim a double handful of hair. “You’re looking a little woozy after kissing my boot, Daisy. Here, let me help ya get on your feet.”
Darla grimaced and reached for the champion’s wrists, so Veronica drilled a pair of quick Kneelifts into her hulking chest. That got the blonde far more interested in her abused top, meaning it was much easier for Treymane to haul her to boot leather. Castle was just about to complain about the hair-hold, which was why ‘Ronnie broke it after yanking Three D into another Kneelift, this one flush across the tummy. The follow-up Wristlock kept her close, at least it did until the Dangerous Dame slung her toward the far side of the ring with an Irish Whip. Darla hit the ropes at full stagger but she looked much steadier on the return trip. She might’ve managed a Clothesline or something of that ilk with a few more yards at her disposal, alas, Veronica caught her under the armpits and hoisted the challenger high off her feet. Twisting to one side when Davis reached the apex, Treymane took two big steps and dropped the other fair-haired fighter throat-first across the top rope!
STUN GUN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=im9WzoemMDg
Darla’s head snapped back at an ugly angle and both hands flew to her burning windpipe, but damned if the Gen Nexer didn’t land on her feet and stay that way. This disappointed a great deal of the FAWNatics, thankfully their mood improved once Veronica bounced off the strands, pivoted around on her left heel and hopped just high enough to THWHACK her right boot into the challenger’s vulnerable mug! Davis was blown from her moorings like a lightweight, the usually sturdy battler damn near turned inside out by the bolt of Chicago Lightning.
CHICAGO LIGHTNING @ 1:37
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XeI2eEI-9TY
Elated once more, those assembled urged their heroine to cover Darla for a quick ‘THREE!’ Veronica elected a different course, snatching Davis by the wrists and draaaaaaaaaaaagging her out into the middle of the squared circle. Once the challenger was properly positioned, Treymane tossed her wrists down, did an about-face and headed for the closest turnbuckle. A trip through the ropes got her into the high rent district in short order and only then did she pause to address the capacity crowd. “THIS PIECE OF HARDWARE’S GONNA NEED A NAME! I’M SURE YOUSE MUGS ARE UP TO IT!”
With that she straightened up and leapt out into the void, both long, lean legs whipping up to waist level so that the back of her left thigh THWHAMMED down atop Darla’s cheek in an emphatic Leg Drop! Davis jolted upright like she’d been touched with a live wire, but Treymane was right there to grab her shoulders and force her back down. Leaning her right shin nice n’ tight across the Hurricane’s chest, Veronica hooked her left leg in a half Matchbook and pulled it tight while the ref counted off….
GUILLOTINE LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=syF2nUkvYOI
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Darla didn’t kick out so much as she rolled to one side, dumping Treymane off her perch with half a heartbeat to spare. “Not bad, Daisy.” Veronica swatted her opponent’s beach sturdy rump, much to the delight of several first row fans. “But we’ve reached the final reel, and that means its time for your Hard Goodbye.”
Davis only groaned which didn’t bother Treymane any, she wasn’t particularly interested in what the Californian had to say if it wasn’t ‘I quit’. Cupping her hands over the other blonde’s ears so as not to draw another warning from the official, Veronica popped a Kneelift into Darla’s tummy, then lowered a shoulder and slipped that arm through opposing thighs. The Fireman’s Carry that followed earned big noise from the crowd, as did Treymane’s domineering little Airplane Spin. Unfortunately the showboating did Davis more favors than the champion, as it gave her enough time to collect her thoughts, and in this case those thoughts were devoted entirely to raaaaaaaaaaaaking a claw across the Neo-Noir Knockout’s eyes!
Veronica screeched and tried to salvage her offense with a Samoan Drop, but Three D pounded a few elbows into the side of her head and slid down her back before the maneuver could connect. Back on much steadier turf now, Darla made use of her claws again, this time scoring the startled grappler from her shoulders to the small of her back. Veronica yelped like she’d been scalded, then whipped around and could’ve taken Davis’s head off with an Elbow Smash if the Gen Next powerhouse hadn’t blocked it with her forearm. Beach wrestling roots really showing now, Darla palmed Veronica’s head in her hands and gouged her thumbs into the champ’s eyes!
“HEY!” Castle shouted over Treymane’s pained wailing. “Thumbs out of her eyes right now, Darla. Don’t test me!”
“As if I’d waste my time.” Davis sniffed. She did as bade however. The damage was done and she had much more interesting targets within reach. “EEERRRRGGGHHHH!” Treymane went weak in the knees when Three D ‘smecked’ a hold of her breasts and squeezed with hateful, white-knuckled relish. Scrabbling for her attacker’s wrists rather than counter with her own claw hold, Veronica grunted, “Luuuuhhhhhh…. let go of my tits you grubby little WHOOAHH NNNNNNNGGHHH!”
Darla dipped her knees, hoisted the World Champ up by her bounty alone and dropped forward and down to THWHUMP Treymane flat on the thinly-sheathed plywood with her Beach Bomb. “That’s RIGHT!” Darla huffed / cackled as she pushed to her knees. “Starfished and helpless like so much beach trash! Welcome to the land of one and done, chump!” She scrambled into a seat on Veronica’s chest, wedged the other blonde’s chin against the fork of her crotch and squeezed her thighs against Veronica’s cheeks, all the better to highlight her humiliation while Castle counted her out…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Down but apparently not out, the Pinstriped Powerhouse helped herself to a double handful of Darla’s purple briefs and yanked hard enough to sling her from the mount. “Ooooohhhhhhh, you gutless Bytch Face.” Davis snarled as she clambered up, both hands gingerly working at the fresh wedgie. “Should’ve let me pin you. Might’ve put boot on your face, but that would’ve been it. Now I’m going to crush you into goo and jugg out whatever’s still conscious enough to cry.”
Burying her hands in Treymane’s hair without a thought to what the ref might say, Three D hauled Veronica to boot leather in half a dozen savage jerks, then switched over to a Wristlock for the sole purpose of hurling her into an empty corner. Treymane hit spine-first with an echoing BWUUUNG that buzzed the fillings of anyone who heard it. T’was a wonder she stayed upright at all, would’ve in fact, been merciful if she’d plopped down on her butt or Flair Flopped onto her face. That way she wouldn’t have seen the colossal onrushing fury of Hurricane Darla bearing down on her at--
Treymane EXPLODED off the buckles and drilled her left elbow into the challenger’s cheek with a sound like a baseball bat striking wet clay. Davis bounced away, spun around in a woozy half circle and crumpled to one knee only to rise almost immediately thereafter. Behind her, Veronica boosted herself to a perch on the second rope and waited just long enough to see if the challenger’s legs would desert her. When they didn’t, she sprang, wrapped Davis in a loose Side Headlock and dropped to her tush to THAWHUNK the other blonde’s forehead with a ring-rattling Bulldog! Darla bounced high enough to land on all fours but probably would’ve slopped onto her face within seconds if Treymane hadn’t grabbed her by the nape of the neck and dragged her to spaghetti-legged verticality.
2ND ROPE BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6Ke4UgzmlI
Reeling Three D into a Front Facelock like she was gonna punch her way loose at any second (as opposed to standing there swaying, as was actually the case) the Magnificent Moll tossed Davis’s left arm across her shoulders and helped herself to a handful of waistband. “THIS ONE ALREADY HAS A NAME!” she bellowed to the capacity crowd. “IT’S CALLED THE ______________!!!” With that she bent her knees and powered the other blonde to high noon, though in doing so she twisted Davis around so she was wedged in chest-to-chest with the World Champion. No descent was immediately forthcoming so the FAWNatics began to count. ‘ONE…TWO…. THREE… FOUR… FIVE…”
Veronica tossed her burden straight up, spread her arms wide and ‘smecked’ them around Darla’s waist when she landed gut-first on the Dangerous Dame’s right shoulder. In the same instant she kicked her legs forward and sat out full force, just THWHONKING the crown of her opponent’s skull into the mat with the viciously elevated twist on the Tombstone Piledriver. Darla bounced free of the impact in a sort of delirious slow motion, her curvy strong beach bod all a’jostle with the leftover momentum of Treymane’s new match ender.
NEO-NOIR KNOCKOUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r8wigNal8m8
She’d only just come to a stop when Veronica stretched out over her chest in a snug Crossbody and hooked Davis’s far leg so tight her knee almost touched her chin. Eyes locked on the hard camera, Veronica Treymane pushed onto her toes and nodded along for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded and ‘Ronnie bounded upright so her hand could be high overhead by the time the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
Veronica pumped a fist for the crowd, then accepted the belt from Castle and strapped it snug around her waist. Properly armored, she planted a boot on Darla’s chest and busted out a brawny double bicep flex. “How’s that for one and done, Daisy? Don’t worry, you can answer when you wake up.”
That didn’t look like it was gonna happen anytime soon, so the Pinstripe Powerhouse set off on a strutting circuit to all four corners. At each post she mounted the second rope and spread her arms wide, letting each one of the faithful take in the prize she’d fought so hard to earn, and now defend. “That’s one legend and one dangerous rookie!” she said when she saw a camera pulling in for a low angle shot. “Which one of you dames is next? I know you all want this,” Treymane smacked the faceplate for emphasis, “so queue up and bring your best. The line starts moving again just as soon as they slide Darla out of the way.”
Satisfied she’d proved her bona fides with tonight’s win, Veronica hopped down from her perch, grabbed her fedora and set it at a jaunty angle before slipping through the ropes and heading up the ramp.
DARLA DIANE DAVIS:
The buzz of the crowd is broken by a loud, sudden, and very orgasmic "OHHHH..." coming over the PA system, which is soon followed by a similar, "AHHHHH..." Confusion quickly gives way, at least somewhat, as the voice unmistakably belongs to Shirley Manson, the beat of Garbage's "#1 Crush" thumping over the sound system. But that's only part of the equation. Longtime Jungle Dwellers know that this music has long been established as the anthem of the many iterations of the union known as T&AKO.
Apparently, the music was now Davis’ own.
Those in the know about Jungle affairs immediately start to boo, and the rest of the FAWNatics soon follow their lead. Darla Diane’s exploits in FAWN to date might not have been extensive, but they had made an impression--her destruction of Chloe Fields and Cynthia Mitchell at the 2012 edition of Mania and a defeat against Juliet Bloodwind that might very easily have gone the other way if the Tempe Temptress hadn’t been as close as she was to the ropes. But when the curtains part and a voluptuous young blonde strides into view, the vast majority of those cheers transform into whistles of appreciation. The Cali blonde saunters down to the ring, her lips curled into a smile—but it’s an expression of predatory intent rather than joyful feelings. While her bosom is currently sheathed in a black--and oddly inside out--t-shirt, the garment is unable to suppress the glory of her bounty in any way. Below decks, her undercarriage is encased in a set of purple lycra bikini bottoms with black trim. Black boots tie up the ensemble.
Ascending the ring steps, Davis strides to the middle of the apron before turning her back to the ropes. There, she waits for one of the ringside camera jockeys to find her. She then demonstrates that, while the Internet stream and the DVD sales of the Jungle might pale in comparison to FAWN, they still learn how to play to the lens up in Bangor. Slowly… aaaaaaaaaaaaagonizingly so… Darla peels the tee up her body, bringing into view the cleavage that had spelled doom for a plethora of girls, on both the Cali sands and the Maine arena, magnificently framed by a purple top, knotted between the cups by pink lace. Finally pulling the shirt over her head, Darla looks down into the lens, her smirk only accentuated by her bitten bottom lip…
… and then she tosses the tee over the camera, blacking out the shot.
Three D then pulls herself through the ropes, joining the Irish redhead across the ring, Davis beginning to limber up as the official moves to inspect her. Darla Diane turns to face the buckles, a few fans whistling as she gives her hips a wiggle the further down Castle's hands descend. In the spirit of helpfulness, the buxom blonde lifts first her left boot and then the right before turning back to face the official--at which point, Three D makes a point of putting her best features forward. "Go on," Darla purrs, "I DARE you to check 'em..."
With Hurricane Darla settled into her corner, the Announcer turned to the stage. “And introducing her opponent, 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 NEEEEEEEW FAWN World Champion… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
The color leaked from the arena even as the volume rose to near deafening levels. Simultaneous with the fade came a burst of new school in the form of Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’. It was to this melding of eras that the Dangerous Dame stepped through the curtain as FAWN‘s top gun. Dressed in a half length (it ended about mid-thigh) grey trench coat and matching fedora, Veronica Treymane strode to the top of the ramp and shouted, “LOOKS LIKE ALL THOSE HEISTS FINALLY PAID OFF! CHECK OUT THIS GOLD, YOUSE MUGS!” She pulled the coat aside to reveal not just the ten pounds of leather and gold strapped around her waist, but the replica Thompson’s resting against one strong, spring-tanned thigh. In the next instant she hoisted the barking iron overhead and unleashed a fire of blazing pyro into the rafters. Setting it on her shoulder once the clip hit empty, Treymane tipped her hat to the crowd and started down the aisle.
VERONICA TREYMANE:
For her first defense of FAWN’s greatest prize, the Neo-Noir Knockout wore a slight variation on her usual togs. They were still boy-cut trunks with white pinstripes and a sturdy white belt, but the grey had been replaced with midnight blue. This change carried through to her top, 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 the same dark blue. The outfit was finished with matte-black boots that rose to mid-shin.
Eyes locked on the Generation Next Powerhouse, Veronica went straight up the steps, doffed her fedora and set it on the turnbuckle before stepping between the top and middle ropes. Iron and coat came off next, both handed to head official Nick Castle, who treated them with the proper reverence. The belt went last and it didn’t come off until Veronica stomped to the middle of the ring and held it high overhead. Darla only yawned and pointed to her own waist, hinting about the strap’s next, clearly superior home. Veronica smirked, backed off and handed the belt to Nick before continuing onto her corner to wait for the opening bell.
The bell CLANGED and both ladies were quick out of their corners, Darla because she couldn’t wait to expose this Turner Classic Movies reject as a total farce and Veronica because she was eager to prove her victory over Baby at Spring Break was the start of a new Golden Standard in FAWN. Slowing to a confident strut as she closed on the taller blonde, Davis looked the champion up and down, then offered a disdainful sniff. “Either VanBuren had an off night or she got real old, real fast. That’s the only way I can explain you wearing that belt.”
Hands held at shoulder level, Treymane circled to the left, forcing Darla to do the same. “You wanna know how I earned this belt, Davis? Stop running your trap and step on up.” she tapped the toe of one boot on the mat in front of her, a perfect spot for the blonde’s learning to begin.
Davis only rolled her eyes. “Puuuhh-lease! Seriously, bytch face? You may have the hardware, but anyone with eyes can see that THAT,” Darla waved a dismissive hand in the champion’s direction. “Needs to step up to THIS.” Three D swept both hands down her own svelte torso, earning a mixture of cheers and jeers in the process. She grinned at Treymane, a snide, mocking thing. “Whenever you’re ready, beanpoOOOOFFFFFFFH!”
Veronica stepped up all right, unfortunately for the challenger she came bearing a heavy Forearm Smash, which she THWHAPPED across Davis’s impressive décolletage. Hissing in outrage and pain (mostly outrage) Darla pounced on the taller blonde, sweeping her into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Heels set firm, she lowered her shoulders and plowed forward with every intention of marching the lanky bytch to the nearest corner for some serious Jugg Mugging. She’d made it all of four steps when Treymane dug in and pushed back. Davis’s march came to a sudden grinding halt but the exertion continued on, both blondes searching for that bit of leverage that’d swing momentum in their--
Veronica broke then clench with a hard shove that forced the Gen Nex’er back on her heels. “Not bad.” the champ admitted after she’d smoothed her hair down. “But you’re gonna have to be stronger than that if you wanna put me on my back.”
Davis ‘snapped’ the waistband of her togs tight against her hips as she smirked at Treymane. “Oh, that comes a little later on, skinny. Right now I’m gonna make you kneel.” To prove it she raised one hand to the rafters and waggled her fingers in Veronica’s direction.
Always happy to throw down for a good ol’ fashioned Test of Strength, the Pinstripe Powerhouse stepped forward and smacked her hand against the challenger’s waiting palm. “Hope your kneepads are extra sturdy tonight, Daisy.” Veronica chided. “The canvas looks a little rougher than usuEERRGGGHH!”
Treymane paid the price for her generally trusting nature when Davis formed the middle and index fingers of her free hand into a ‘V’ and poked the other blonde in the eyes! Veronica cursed and tried to pull away, but Darla clamped down tight and reeled her into a Short-Arm Clothesline that THWAPPED across the champ’s chest. Treymane went down hard on the back of her head and shoulders, one hand still trapped in the duplicitous Test.
“Look at that, we got to the flat on your back part faster than expected!” Davis snickered. “Hey, while you’re down there, can you tell me if I stepped in some of Gabby’s gum back in the locker room?”
Still smirking, she put the sole of her right boot against Treymane’s face and ground down even while yanking up on that captured hand. Kicking and squealing, Veronica endured the unwanted sole searching for almost five seconds before she shoved the intruding foot off her mug. “Oh, you chewed it off for me?” Darla asked with mock sincerity. “That is SO thoughtful! How could I ever return the favor? I know!”
Doubling down on her control with a handful of hair, Three D hauled Treymane to her feet, then broke both grips and slipped an arm between the champ’s thighs. The other hooked over one shoulder and just like that Darla muscled her up and THWHAMMED her down with a Scoop Slam! Veronica hit flat and rolled onto her hip, one elbow braced against the mat while her other hand rubbed the small of her back. Just overhead, Darla looked unhappy. “Ya know what? That’s just not a fair exchange, what with you licking my boots and all. Here, I think you’ll like this one even more.” Another hair-hold got Treymane to her feet and a Headbutt to the sternum kept her stunned long enough for the curvaceous challenger to hoist Veronica up across her chest like she was little more than a bag of laundry.
“There!” A beaming Darla turned in a circle, letting the whole of the FAWN arena observe her control of the floundering dame. “Isn’t she special, folks?” Davis rose up on her toes and abruptly dropped to one knee to THWHUMP Treymane’s exposed ribs against the sturdy meat of her thigh. Squeezing a little tighter when Veronica tried to flail her way loose, Davis stood back up and asked a second question. “Isn’t she just the sort of champion you slobs deserve?” A second Ribbreaker followed, this one seeming to bend the Pinstripe Powerhouse a little farther than the original. Eyes alight with cruel shine, Darla got to her feet and swung around to the face the hard camera. “What’s that? She’s NOT special? She’s nothing but a sack of garbage, you say? Well, I know how to deal with that!” She ‘hupped’ Treymane from her chest to across one shoulder, cupped a hand across the base of her neck and dove forward and down to THWHUMP the bigger blonde against the mat courtesy of a Front Power Slam.
FRONT POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBCZKwQz-ds
Easing around to her opponent’s left, Davis slid across the champ’s chest and hooked the far leg. “And just like that, you’re back where you belong.” This was said in the presence of senior official Nick Castle, who slid in to count off…
ONE…
TWO…
Veronica bucked Darla off simultaneous with ‘TWO’ doing so with enough vigor to rock the challenger back on her haunches. “Want a little more, do ya?” Davis cooed. “Fine, I’ll bust ya up before I put ya ta bed.”
Filling her fingers with Treymane’s hair, Darla got ‘em both stood up, then immediately went low and jammed her shoulder into opposing tummy. Veronica ‘uuunnggghhhed’ and folded up over her back, making it much easier for Three D to wrap both arms around the champ’s upper thighs and power her off her feet. No preening display this time around, Darla immediately honed in on a corner on the far side of the ring and charged it at full speed. BWUUUNG! She lowered her shoulder at the last possible second, all the better to drive Treymane’s spine into the thinly-padded steel. Veronica sagged, but hooked her arms over the top rope, just as Davis had expected she would. Saved the step of having to force the loser upright, Darla grasped the middle rope in both hands and thum-thum-thum-THUMPED a quartet of gut-churning Shoulderblocks into her opponent’s ailing abdominals!
That first set hit quick enough that Darla could’ve landed a few more before Castle started to fuss about a count, but the Hurricane had something different in mind, so she straightened up and raised her hands to indicate a clean break. “Aaaawwww, you’re looking a little down in the mouth, champ. Starting to realize your days are numbered, huh? I think you could use a hug!” No chance of refusal was given, as Davis simply stepped in, wrapped her arms around the back of Treymane’s noggin and pulled her deep into a Front Sleeper. Gripping her own elbows for extra crushing power, Darla Bust-Buffed Veronica’s protesting features until the ref reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. “Just a little taste, sweetheart.” Davis cooed as she backed away from the sputtering champ. “A feeder band, if you will. The REAL storm is gonna leave you puffy-faced and NNNNNGGGGGGH!”
Veronica’s arm flicked out like a whip, a stinging, backhanded CRAAACK of a blow that twisted Davis’s head to one side and put a violent shimmy in her knees. The champ would’ve clouted her again, but Darla stumbled out of range and she didn’t feel like leaving the buckles just yet. Instead she shook the worst of the tingle from her knuckles and snapped, “How’s that for a taste, Darla Diane Daisy? Maybe you should keep that big yap of yours shut before I decide to loosen the rest of your teeth.”
One hand pressed to her stinging mug, Three D focused on the other blonde with a look of incredulous disrespect. “You stupid, mouthy bytch. You have no idea how badly I am going to f*ck your day up.”
Treymane rolled her shoulders but made no effort to leave the corner. “If it’s anything like how you put jugg to a girl, I’m not worried. I’ve seen B-cups work a Front Sleeper with more enthusiasm.”
Darla’s face flushed pink in an instant. Did that slut REALLY just compare her to some B-Cup reject? “Ok, tramp. You’re goddamned done.” She pounced with claws aimed at the Dangerous Dame’s eyes and might’ve earned a few rakes for her troubles if Veronica hadn’t doubled forward and slammed a shoulder into her belly. Palming Davis’s upper thighs in both hands, she straightened up fast, all the better to sling Hurricane Darla up, over and way, way, WAY down to the flo--NO!
Darla snatched the top rope in both hands and pulled herself into a neat landing on the apron, an impressive display of agility for someone of her size and build. Darla must’ve thought it pretty impressive herself because she put one hand against the side of her foe’s cheek and turned her head with a blatant pie-facing. “Have to do better than that, Bytch Face!” she taunted. “Or I’ll have your gold in Gen Next before you can NNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!”
Treymane snatched a double handful of hair, jerked the challenger forward and stepped in while simultaneously firing her right knee up n’ over the top rope. There was a TWHONK as knee met forehead, followed by some ‘ooohh’s!’ from the crowd as Davis reeled backward, her only connection to the ring a very tenuous hold on the top rope. Things got a little better (or at least steadier) when Treymane grabbed a handful of hair and reeled her into a Front Facelock. From her much sturdier perch in the squared circle, Veronica stepped up onto the middle strand, then reached over and helped herself to a handful of purple waistband. Hooks set, she dipped her knees in a deep crouch and hoisted Darla from the apron to high noon in a single glorious lift! The hesitation up top was no more than three seconds, but it was more than enough for the FAWNatics to roar their approval. This approval only got louder when the Pinstripe Powerhouse dropped backward and THAWHAMMED Davis spine-first into the unforgiving mat!
2ND ROPE APRON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMD8BbfEA9Y
The Buxom Battler hit hard, bounced onto her side and immediately found herself rolled back by hands at her shoulder and hip. Then Treymane slid across, hooked the far leg and nodded along for…
ONE…
TWO…
Darla kicked out at ‘TWO’ a strong rebuke to anyone who thought she could dish it out but not take it. The escape didn’t put Veronica the slightest bit out of countenance, she hadn’t expected the Suplex to end the match, she simply couldn’t pass up an opportunity to secure a pin. “Ya know I could put my tits in your face if I felt like it, Triple Daisy.” Veronica noted as she dragged her opponent to a seat. “But where’s the challenge in that? I’d rather put YOUR tits in your face.”
To that end, she slipped her arms under the other blonde’s biceps and locked her hands across the base of Davis’s neck. A single strong downward push put the challenger’s chin in the top of her décolletage and if the strain on Darla’s face was any indication, the rest of her mug would be taking a dip very soon. Seated on her tush near the center of the ring, Darla couldn’t manage much in the way of leverage, especially when the majority of her attention was devoted to keeping her clear of a self-inflicted Front Sleeper. “Enjoy this while you can, punk.” she growled at the surging champion. “But sooner or later those little spaghetti arms of yours are gonna get tired and then I’ll get back to the business of smothering you Ommmmmmppphhhhhh!”
Treymane slid her hands up a little higher, pressed down a little harder and damned if Darla Diane Davis didn’t find herself caught in the wake of her own motorboat! “That’s right Daisy, breathe it in.” Veronica taunted as she poured that much more power into the simple hold. “Let it all out, then tap that canvas as hard as you EERRRGGGGHHHH! HAIR! HAIR, NICK!”
The ref was already on it, as Darla made no effort to hide her illegal tactic. “Let go of the hair, Darla!” Castle tapped the challenger’s wrists with two fingers to emphasize the point. “Break it now or I’ll start a count.” Davis answered by trying to remove dual hanks of her foe’s hair, so the zebra barked off, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Darla let loose, though she let Nick know of her displeasure by extending a pair of index fingers in his general direction. “You wanna play catty, kitten? I can play catty.” Treymane still had Darla facedown in her own cleavage, but her smile had transformed into an angry scowl. Breaking the traditional Nelson grip across the back of her rival’s head without actually freeing Three D’s arms, the Dangerous Dame helped herself to a double handful of hair and pulled up while also scccccrrrrruubbbing the blonde’s features against her bounty.
“C’mon ‘Ronnie.” Castle admonished the champ. “Just because Darla pulled your hair means I’ll give you a free pass.”
Treymane worked her grip a little closer to the roots and pulled again, forcing Davis to voice a muffled yelp. “Not looking for a pass, Nick. Just need to show this little girl her actions have consequences.” A noble sentiment, but Castle still had to make a count, not that the champ let it get beyond ‘TWO!’ Shifting back to the more legal version of the Nelson, Veronica pulled Darla’s head out of the deep water and used the challenger’s relieved gasp to power the both of them to boot leather. “Whadda ya say, Daisy?” the champ bobbled her opponent’s head up and down, just because she could. “Ready to have your arms back? Ready to breathe fresh air again? All you have to do is qu-HEY!”
Davis raised her right foot high and would’ve stamped the ol’ holy hell outta Treymane’s toes if the Neo-Noir Knockout hadn’t pulled clear at the last second. “Answer your question, Bytch Face?” Darla snarled. “We both know it’s only a matter of time before I power outta this, might as well let me go while I’m still inclined to go easy on OOFFFH! OOFFFHH! OOOOWWW! OH BYTCH, YOU’RE SO DEAD!”
Clearly unintimidated by the threats, Treymane planted most of her weight on her left leg, thus freeing up the right to thum-thum-thum-THUMP into her rival’s backside. “I’m sorry Darla, that was rude of me to interrupt.” the blonde purred. “What was that you were saying?”
Absolutely furious now, Davis set her feet, balled her hands into fists and slooooowwwwly lowered her arms. Veronica’s clasp didn’t break, but she could feel it coming undone and knew it was only a matter of seconds before Darla was free. Granting the other woman her freedom at a very steep price, Treymane pounded a final Kneelift into opposing tailbone, then collected her strength and yanked Three D clear off her feet. Unmoored without so much as a word of warning, Darla forgot all about trying to escape and focused on bracing for impact, which came in the form of a ring-rattling THAWHAM!
FULL NELSON SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIKSwvlAn14
The Full Nelson Slam arched Darla’s back, so Veronica dropped a knee into her belly and laid across her chest for the cover. Hooking both legs on general principle, she snugged a shoulder in against the challenger’s juggs and held on through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Davis tugged free of the cradle and turned onto her side with half a second to spare. “Impressive.” Veronica noted after a quick check with Castle confirmed the near fall. “You take a beating almost as well as you take orders. No wonder Evans likes having you around.”
Darla grunted, rolled to her stomach and started to rise. “Kuuuhhh… kiss my ass, Bytch Face.” she snarled. “I don’t take orders from OOOFFFFHHH!”
Treymane knotted her hands together, raised them overhead and brought an Axehandle THWHUMPING down atop her foe’s lower back. Darla didn’t go down flat, but crumpled to a sort of sloppy push-up position instead, which allowed the champ to hook a handful of waistband and haul her to verticality. Reeling Davis in close, Veronica nudged her away with a soft bump from one shoulder, then jerked her back and THWHAPPED a heavy Forearm Smash across the small of her back! “NNNNGGGGGHHH!” Darla rose up on tiptoe and staggered forward, her hands held at shoulder level to claw some invisible adversary. The Neo-Noir Knockout let her soak up the shock for a heartbeat or two, then bumped her forward and tugged her back for another THWHAPPING Forearm Smash. And another. And another. And another, until Davis’s knees finally locked up and she collapsed like a penitent.
Still holding the other blonde’s waistband, Veronica flipped hair out of her eyes and muttered, “It’s time you learned why Evans wants no part of me.” Straightening the challenger with another cheeky tug, Treymane clubbed her across the shoulders, then swung around into position on Davis’s left side. A quick trip between opposing gams let the champ secure Darla’s left wrist, which she promptly pulled back the way she’d come. In the same instant she curled her left arm around Darla’s right bicep and wrenched it backward, thus completing the Pumphandle. Offering a smile as the cameras started to go off, Treymane dipped her knees and muscled the Purple Punisher up across her chest and--’OOOOOHHHHHHH!’
Surprised dismay from the crowd as Davis floated higher than intended and ended up landing on her feet just behind the startled champion. Desperate to create some distance between herself and the pinstriped puss, Darla raaaaaaaaaked her claws down Veronica’s back and followed with a huge two-handed shove that sent her barreling into the ropes. Thinking that Treymane would hit the ropes and take a breather, Davis took a few steps back which is the only reason she had enough time to dip under the huge Lariat Veronica threw her way. “BYTCH!” Darla shouted it more in surprise than hate, though the latter emotion was clearly out in force as well.
Hardly caring about Three D’s state of mind, the surging champion hit the ropes on the far side of the ring, ran down the challenger and took to the skies in a glorious Crossbody that would’ve been the envy of Lightweights everywhere if Davis hadn’t snatched her out of the air with practically one arm. Pivoting the startled dope under her catchin’ arm, Davis spun in a half circle and dropped to one knee to THWHUMP Treymane’s spine across the post of her thigh. Shocked to silence by the pain, Veronica bounced straight up then dropped to the mat because Darla was kind enough to move her knee out of the way. Of course it wasn’t *too* kind because the Gen Nex’er immediately threw herself across the blonde’s chest for…
TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9kUnPFZyEHw
ONE…
TWO…
Veronica shot a shoulder off that mat just after ‘TWO’. The escape didn’t bother Darla nearly as much as she’d thought it might. This gangly goody two shoes had beaten her from pillar to post for the better part of five minutes straight and the Curvaceous Californian wasn’t about to let her leave the ring without paying it all back. “Get up, Nick at Nite,” Darla grabbed Veronica by the scruff of the neck and started to pull. “It’s time I showed you how we break backs here in the twenty-first century.”
Treymane cursed and fired an elbow into the challenger’s belly, but it was a halfhearted effort and quashed easily enough with a heavy left hook to the ribs. Switching her control to a Wristlock on the champ’s right hand, Davis jerked her into a short Shoulderblock and cooed, “You’ll never survive a Cat Five. But maybe you can ride out a Cat Three.” Her tone suggested she didn’t think it too likely, but she was clearly willing to give Veronica a fightin’ chance, as evidenced by the way she hurled her into the strands.
The Black & White Brigade urged their heroine to hook the top rope and thus halt the Hurricane’s momentum, alas Treymane was still reeling from the Backbreaker and it took everything she had simply to stay upright. That lasted for all of two seconds, right about the time she reentered Darla’s reach. Catching the champ about the waist with her right arm, Davis muscled Treymane up like she was nothing more than a bag of laundry, then swung around and dropped to her knee, THWHUMPING the other blonde’s spine for the second time in perhaps a minute.
Veronica shuddered but she didn’t even have a chance to slide loose of Darla’s clutches before the challenger straightened up and slung her into a gut on shoulder perch. That didn’t last long either, mostly because Davis spun again and tossed the discombobulated battler down tummy-first across her left knee. The FAWNatics groaned right along with Veronica, but mercifully they only had to watch what happened next. The Neo-Noir Knockout felt every bit of it. Doubling up on a simple Gutwrench around her opponent’s hips, Darla rose to a deep squat, then swung Treymane up onto her shoulders and absolutely PLANTED her in the center of the ring courtesy of a ring-rattling Powerbomb!
CAT THREE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0u1l7bquPTw
Caught flush by every bit of the Cat Three, Veronica sat up with both arms crossed over her chest, but voiced no complaint when Davis put a boot against her forehead and nudged her down flat. Feet planted on either side of the champ’s hips, Triple D dropped into a seat atop opposing juggs and offered the photogs a glorious double bicep flex to cement her coronation as the new Queen of FAWN. Beside her, Nick Castle tolled out…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Veronica put her feet against the mat and bridged just high enough to force Darla onto all fours. Angered by this delay to her reign, Davis spun around, dropped down hard across Treymane’s midsection and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Dangerous Dame kicked out again, a little harder this time. Knowing full well she wasn’t going to catch a break from an idiot like Castle, Darla Diane Davis twined her fingers in Veronica’s hair and hoisted her to boot leather in a series of scalp-searing yanks. She didn’t bother with a Toe Kick upon reaching their destination, she simply forced Treymane to bend over and accept the Standing Headscissors wreathed around her ears. “Pinning you is too easy, anyway.” Davis noted after she’d cinched her arms around Veronica’s waist. “I’d rather these idiots hear you squealing in terror before the Hurricane blows you away for good.”
From deep within her admittedly disadvantageous position, Treymane huffed, “Well you’re the resident expert on blowing, aren’t you, DaisyYYEEERAAARRGGGH!”
Knees bent, the challenger lifted / swung Veronica up onto the ball of her right shoulder in a picture perfect Canadian Backbreaker.
CANADIAN BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHxAt70zng8
“GIVE UP, SKANK!” Darla bellowed the demand into Treymane’s ear even as she pulled the knot of her fists deeper and deeper into the champion’s tummy.
Nick, who had seen what this hold could do in the hands of a particularly motivated powerhouse (the refs still got drunk and told all manner of stories about Cassandra Vale’s Canadian Backbreaker) wasted no time in checking on his suffering charge. “What do you say, Veronica? Need me to call for the bell? Tell me something, girl!”
Veronica shook her head ‘no’, put a hand against Darla’s face and pushed, trying something, anything to distract the challenger from this hellacious hold. “Not on your life, Shamus.” she groaned to Castle. “Gonna take more than this big Daisy to pull the gold from my GAAAAAHHHHH SHHHHHIIIIITTT!”
Davis proceeded to do half a dozen squats, then added several sharp, stamping hops in hopes of forcing capitulation from the Dangerous Dame. “I said, GIVE!” Davis demanded after her latest flurry produced several more shrieks and a thunderous ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ chant, but little else. Treymane shook out another denial, flattened her right hand into a paddle and started smacking away at the challenger’s noggin. Darla grimaced and turned her head, trying shield herself from the blows with little success. Starting to feel the ache of maintaining the lift too long, Three D pivoted the nearest corner and started for it at a near run.
Eyes going wide as she realized what Davis intended to do, Veronica stopped smacking and started punching, hoping against hope she could free herself before she-- BWUUUNG! Darla slammed the defenseless battler into the top and middle turnbuckles hard enough to slip her over into a seat on the top buckle. If Treymane had been able to sit up it wouldn’t have been the worst perch to occupy, unfortunately she was so breathless and sore that she remained slumped all the way forward, a sort of reverse Tree of Woe that left her quite exposed to whatever the Hurricane had in mind.
Feeling a little winded herself after pouring so much power into the Backbreaker, Darla took several deep breaths, then swatted Veronica’s upturned tush. “Aaaaaawwww, the little detective is all tired out. Don’t worry honey, you just sit here and take a nice nap while I go solve the case of who took your World Title.” Veronica only groaned, not nearly enough incentive to keep the Gen Nex’er from spinning around and racing to the other side of the ring. Turning back the instant she’d ‘smacked’ the top turnbuckle in both hands, Davis stormed across the squared circle at top speed, hopped up and THWHUMPED every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds into Treymane’s back in a crushing Avalanche Spash!
The crowd groaned, Veronica ‘OOOOFFFFFH’ED!’ and Davis stayed close enough to keep the champ from dripping loose of the corner. Once the worst of the shakes had faded away, she mounted the second rope and looked down at the other blonde’s defenseless rump. “I know I’m supposed to punch her in the face.” Darla told the jeering FAWNatics. “But really, I can’t tell the difference. Can you?” More boos, but the Mayhem audience did indeed start a count when Davis balled her right hand into a fist and went to town on Treymane’s upturned glutes.
‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’
Darla clasped her hands in a Double Axehandle and raised them high overhead. “Here I am.” she taunted the defenseless champ. “Rock ya like a hurricane, bytch face.” Davis hopped down and back and TWHUMPED a vicious smash into Veronica’s bum to finish the set. The Pinstripe Powerhouse shuddered and finally started to tumble forward, but damned if Darla didn’t stuff her back against the buckles again.
“That’s enough, Darla.” Castle admonished. “Either you get her out of the corner, or I will.”
Three D fixed him with a disdainful scowl. “I don’t believe I’ve heard a count, Mr. Referee.” Nick obliged her at once, meaning Darla only had to the count of ‘FOUR!’ to snag hold of her foe’s pinstriped briefs and pull them several inches higher than the seamstress intended. Davis broke away without comment, strutting to the center of the ring to bask in all the hate while Castle pulled the Neo-Noir wreckage free of the ropes. Slopped against the bottom buckle in a sweaty-faced heap, Treymane bit her bottom lip to stifle a whimper while she realigned her traitorous togs. “You ok, Veronica?” Castle was close enough to question, but far enough not to interfere with whatever might happen next. “That was quite a mugging you took. If you don’t think you can take any--”
“I’ll never tell you to stop a fight, Nick. If you have to call it off it’s because there’s no question I AAAHHH DAMMIT!”
Darla had noticed Veronica blubbering to the official and put a stop to it by closing in and snatching hold of her ankles. “C’mere sweetie.” she chided the other blonde. “Time to go out in the storm again.” Veronica wasn’t about to head out without a fight, so she grabbed hold of the middle rope and started kicking her legs in hopes of squirming loose. No luck, Davis snapped Toe Kicks into her thighs and glutes until the champ’s grip gave way and then THWHAM! she landed flat on her back several feet removed from the ropes.
“Even I’m not strong enough to carry your punk ass on my shoulders all night long.” Darla admitted as she rolled Treymane onto her tummy with an arrogant little nudge. “But I can sit RIGHT HERE,” the challenger swung a leg over so that one foot was on either side of the blonde’s hips, “and break your back until you’re sniveling to go back to the mid-card!” More than ready to add the FAWN World Title to Gabby’s Lightweight Gold, Three D bent down, grabbed Veronica’s shoulders and muscled her to all fours. Rather than sink the Camel Clutch in immediately, she slapped the back of Treymane’s head a few times, then hopped up and dropped down, THUMPING her buns into that weakened back. Veronica cried out, collapsed onto her elbows and slowly started to rise.
“Oh, you want some more, do you? Here ya go, bytch face!”
Davis smashed Treymane’s spine with another Butt Bomb, unfortunately she didn’t get to savor the impact because the champ rose up almost at once! Scrambling to maintain her straddle over the penitent idiot, Darla grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Veronica’s head back at a wicked angle. “Bytch, I WILL break your back.” she threatened.
The Dangerous Dame actually had the gall to smirk. “I’d like to see you try, Diet Pandora.”
Muttering something unprintable, the Hurricane cuffed Veronica’s mug with a single Crossface Punch, then tossed her head aside and leapt skyward for the third and decisive Butt “NNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHH!”
Veronica rolled onto her back and pulled her knees up to her chest, meaning poor Darla landed crotch-first atop the bony joints. Reduced to pigeon-toed mewling in a single stroke, Davis waddled one way while Treymane slid the other and THWHACK! Veronica lashed out with her left leg and caught the other blonde across the cheek with a stiff kick of no particular make or model. It didn’t take Darla off her feet, it did however knock her away and drop her to one knee, which was more than enough for the champ, considering how much punishment she’d absorbed in the last few minutes.
Shunting that punishment as far back in her mind as she could, Veronica clambered to verticality and raced by her adversary to hit the ropes on her six. As of yet unaware of this development, Darla only looked up when Treymane passed by a second time, now en route to the strands directly in front of her. “Yeah, that’s right. You better run, bytch NNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!” Veronica ran straight at the challenger, dropped low and THWHACKED the Single-Legged Dropkick she called the Cement Shoe into Darla’s forehead. Davis went down flat, her legs momentarily tossed overhead in a loose-limbed matchbook.
CEMENT SHOE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bERWMyavY9E
The Pinstripe Powerhouse didn’t bother to try for a cover, she knew Darla had some left in the tank and even if she’d been bone dry, Veronica wasn’t ready for this fight to be over, just yet. Sure enough, Davis rolled onto her tummy and was up to all fours by the time Treymane stomped over to claim a double handful of hair. “You’re looking a little woozy after kissing my boot, Daisy. Here, let me help ya get on your feet.”
Darla grimaced and reached for the champion’s wrists, so Veronica drilled a pair of quick Kneelifts into her hulking chest. That got the blonde far more interested in her abused top, meaning it was much easier for Treymane to haul her to boot leather. Castle was just about to complain about the hair-hold, which was why ‘Ronnie broke it after yanking Three D into another Kneelift, this one flush across the tummy. The follow-up Wristlock kept her close, at least it did until the Dangerous Dame slung her toward the far side of the ring with an Irish Whip. Darla hit the ropes at full stagger but she looked much steadier on the return trip. She might’ve managed a Clothesline or something of that ilk with a few more yards at her disposal, alas, Veronica caught her under the armpits and hoisted the challenger high off her feet. Twisting to one side when Davis reached the apex, Treymane took two big steps and dropped the other fair-haired fighter throat-first across the top rope!
STUN GUN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=im9WzoemMDg
Darla’s head snapped back at an ugly angle and both hands flew to her burning windpipe, but damned if the Gen Nexer didn’t land on her feet and stay that way. This disappointed a great deal of the FAWNatics, thankfully their mood improved once Veronica bounced off the strands, pivoted around on her left heel and hopped just high enough to THWHACK her right boot into the challenger’s vulnerable mug! Davis was blown from her moorings like a lightweight, the usually sturdy battler damn near turned inside out by the bolt of Chicago Lightning.
CHICAGO LIGHTNING @ 1:37
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XeI2eEI-9TY
Elated once more, those assembled urged their heroine to cover Darla for a quick ‘THREE!’ Veronica elected a different course, snatching Davis by the wrists and draaaaaaaaaaaagging her out into the middle of the squared circle. Once the challenger was properly positioned, Treymane tossed her wrists down, did an about-face and headed for the closest turnbuckle. A trip through the ropes got her into the high rent district in short order and only then did she pause to address the capacity crowd. “THIS PIECE OF HARDWARE’S GONNA NEED A NAME! I’M SURE YOUSE MUGS ARE UP TO IT!”
With that she straightened up and leapt out into the void, both long, lean legs whipping up to waist level so that the back of her left thigh THWHAMMED down atop Darla’s cheek in an emphatic Leg Drop! Davis jolted upright like she’d been touched with a live wire, but Treymane was right there to grab her shoulders and force her back down. Leaning her right shin nice n’ tight across the Hurricane’s chest, Veronica hooked her left leg in a half Matchbook and pulled it tight while the ref counted off….
GUILLOTINE LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=syF2nUkvYOI
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Darla didn’t kick out so much as she rolled to one side, dumping Treymane off her perch with half a heartbeat to spare. “Not bad, Daisy.” Veronica swatted her opponent’s beach sturdy rump, much to the delight of several first row fans. “But we’ve reached the final reel, and that means its time for your Hard Goodbye.”
Davis only groaned which didn’t bother Treymane any, she wasn’t particularly interested in what the Californian had to say if it wasn’t ‘I quit’. Cupping her hands over the other blonde’s ears so as not to draw another warning from the official, Veronica popped a Kneelift into Darla’s tummy, then lowered a shoulder and slipped that arm through opposing thighs. The Fireman’s Carry that followed earned big noise from the crowd, as did Treymane’s domineering little Airplane Spin. Unfortunately the showboating did Davis more favors than the champion, as it gave her enough time to collect her thoughts, and in this case those thoughts were devoted entirely to raaaaaaaaaaaaking a claw across the Neo-Noir Knockout’s eyes!
Veronica screeched and tried to salvage her offense with a Samoan Drop, but Three D pounded a few elbows into the side of her head and slid down her back before the maneuver could connect. Back on much steadier turf now, Darla made use of her claws again, this time scoring the startled grappler from her shoulders to the small of her back. Veronica yelped like she’d been scalded, then whipped around and could’ve taken Davis’s head off with an Elbow Smash if the Gen Next powerhouse hadn’t blocked it with her forearm. Beach wrestling roots really showing now, Darla palmed Veronica’s head in her hands and gouged her thumbs into the champ’s eyes!
“HEY!” Castle shouted over Treymane’s pained wailing. “Thumbs out of her eyes right now, Darla. Don’t test me!”
“As if I’d waste my time.” Davis sniffed. She did as bade however. The damage was done and she had much more interesting targets within reach. “EEERRRRGGGHHHH!” Treymane went weak in the knees when Three D ‘smecked’ a hold of her breasts and squeezed with hateful, white-knuckled relish. Scrabbling for her attacker’s wrists rather than counter with her own claw hold, Veronica grunted, “Luuuuhhhhhh…. let go of my tits you grubby little WHOOAHH NNNNNNNGGHHH!”
Darla dipped her knees, hoisted the World Champ up by her bounty alone and dropped forward and down to THWHUMP Treymane flat on the thinly-sheathed plywood with her Beach Bomb. “That’s RIGHT!” Darla huffed / cackled as she pushed to her knees. “Starfished and helpless like so much beach trash! Welcome to the land of one and done, chump!” She scrambled into a seat on Veronica’s chest, wedged the other blonde’s chin against the fork of her crotch and squeezed her thighs against Veronica’s cheeks, all the better to highlight her humiliation while Castle counted her out…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Down but apparently not out, the Pinstriped Powerhouse helped herself to a double handful of Darla’s purple briefs and yanked hard enough to sling her from the mount. “Ooooohhhhhhh, you gutless Bytch Face.” Davis snarled as she clambered up, both hands gingerly working at the fresh wedgie. “Should’ve let me pin you. Might’ve put boot on your face, but that would’ve been it. Now I’m going to crush you into goo and jugg out whatever’s still conscious enough to cry.”
Burying her hands in Treymane’s hair without a thought to what the ref might say, Three D hauled Veronica to boot leather in half a dozen savage jerks, then switched over to a Wristlock for the sole purpose of hurling her into an empty corner. Treymane hit spine-first with an echoing BWUUUNG that buzzed the fillings of anyone who heard it. T’was a wonder she stayed upright at all, would’ve in fact, been merciful if she’d plopped down on her butt or Flair Flopped onto her face. That way she wouldn’t have seen the colossal onrushing fury of Hurricane Darla bearing down on her at--
Treymane EXPLODED off the buckles and drilled her left elbow into the challenger’s cheek with a sound like a baseball bat striking wet clay. Davis bounced away, spun around in a woozy half circle and crumpled to one knee only to rise almost immediately thereafter. Behind her, Veronica boosted herself to a perch on the second rope and waited just long enough to see if the challenger’s legs would desert her. When they didn’t, she sprang, wrapped Davis in a loose Side Headlock and dropped to her tush to THAWHUNK the other blonde’s forehead with a ring-rattling Bulldog! Darla bounced high enough to land on all fours but probably would’ve slopped onto her face within seconds if Treymane hadn’t grabbed her by the nape of the neck and dragged her to spaghetti-legged verticality.
2ND ROPE BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6Ke4UgzmlI
Reeling Three D into a Front Facelock like she was gonna punch her way loose at any second (as opposed to standing there swaying, as was actually the case) the Magnificent Moll tossed Davis’s left arm across her shoulders and helped herself to a handful of waistband. “THIS ONE ALREADY HAS A NAME!” she bellowed to the capacity crowd. “IT’S CALLED THE ______________!!!” With that she bent her knees and powered the other blonde to high noon, though in doing so she twisted Davis around so she was wedged in chest-to-chest with the World Champion. No descent was immediately forthcoming so the FAWNatics began to count. ‘ONE…TWO…. THREE… FOUR… FIVE…”
Veronica tossed her burden straight up, spread her arms wide and ‘smecked’ them around Darla’s waist when she landed gut-first on the Dangerous Dame’s right shoulder. In the same instant she kicked her legs forward and sat out full force, just THWHONKING the crown of her opponent’s skull into the mat with the viciously elevated twist on the Tombstone Piledriver. Darla bounced free of the impact in a sort of delirious slow motion, her curvy strong beach bod all a’jostle with the leftover momentum of Treymane’s new match ender.
NEO-NOIR KNOCKOUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r8wigNal8m8
She’d only just come to a stop when Veronica stretched out over her chest in a snug Crossbody and hooked Davis’s far leg so tight her knee almost touched her chin. Eyes locked on the hard camera, Veronica Treymane pushed onto her toes and nodded along for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded and ‘Ronnie bounded upright so her hand could be high overhead by the time the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
Veronica pumped a fist for the crowd, then accepted the belt from Castle and strapped it snug around her waist. Properly armored, she planted a boot on Darla’s chest and busted out a brawny double bicep flex. “How’s that for one and done, Daisy? Don’t worry, you can answer when you wake up.”
That didn’t look like it was gonna happen anytime soon, so the Pinstripe Powerhouse set off on a strutting circuit to all four corners. At each post she mounted the second rope and spread her arms wide, letting each one of the faithful take in the prize she’d fought so hard to earn, and now defend. “That’s one legend and one dangerous rookie!” she said when she saw a camera pulling in for a low angle shot. “Which one of you dames is next? I know you all want this,” Treymane smacked the faceplate for emphasis, “so queue up and bring your best. The line starts moving again just as soon as they slide Darla out of the way.”
Satisfied she’d proved her bona fides with tonight’s win, Veronica hopped down from her perch, grabbed her fedora and set it at a jaunty angle before slipping through the ropes and heading up the ramp.