Post by alyadmirer on Jul 15, 2016 23:22:36 GMT
“Ladies and gentlmen,” the Announcer began once crowd quieted to a suitable level, “it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship. Introducing first, she is the challenger, hailing from San Antonio Texas, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty three pounds. She is the Lone Wolf, the Dark Star and the Blackest Hat of them all… LEAH MONTOYA!”
Vitriol from all corners of the arena the instant that name left his mouth. It got even louder when the lights went out and the sound system kicked into the heavy guitar and drum riff that marked Chevelle’s ’Hats off to the Bull’. Bright amidst the bass and boos, a small flame blossomed at the center of the stage then split in two directions and raced around on an erratic path before meeting again several feet below. The upper deck saw the pattern clearly and by now everyone who’d been a regular viewer since her rebirth knew what was being drawn -- a huge circle containing a five pointed star.
LEAH MONTOYA:
THOOMP!’ A spotlight exploded along with the chorus and there was Leah Montoya, a woman simultaneously hotter than the desert in August and colder than a wind off the plains in December. Though not a PPV regular for a year or more now, Beautiful Black Hat maintained a high profile on the House Show and International Circuit. It was on the former that she had recently developed an unlikely alliance with Super Phreak Lyssa Zahn. Different though they were, the new duo had racked up several impressive tag team wins, defeating the likes of the Bloodwind Sisters, Shea London and Cassie Hopkins, and just two weeks ago, Rachel Raker & Veronica Treymane. It’d been the older sister who’d taken the pin from Montoya, but the victory combined with the fact that Leah owned an earlier singles win over the champ was enough to earn her a shot at Treymane’s big gold belt.
For her second one on one go-round with the woman who’d somehow ended Portia’s reign, the Lone Wolf she wore simple black trunks and a matching tankini top patterned in the style an old fashioned western vest. Her elbow pads were matte black, as were those at her knees, though they were emblazoned with large silver stars. Her boots were shiny black leather and a closer inspection revealed the presence of wicked spurs that glittered dull red beneath the lights. Montoya’s hands were heavily taped from the base of her fingers to well past her wrists and lest you forget the weapon that instilled fear into the hearts of cattle and catfighter alike, there was the heavy length of bull rope tied to a tarnished brass bell.
Pretty, cruel features face was shadowed by the brim of her black Stetson, Leah *might* have flashed the briefest of smiles as she made her way to the squared circle. Ignoring the crowd for the sheep they were, Leah hopped onto the apron like a lightweight, then dipped between the ropes and sauntered to the center of the ring. Tipping her hat back with an index finger Eyes locked on the stage, Montoya raised the bull rope high overhead to summon an eruption of silver sparks from each corner, not to mention a fresh round of boos from those assembled. After the pyro faded out Leah doffed her hat and offered it to senior official Nick Castle. Parting with the bull rope took a little more convincing, but in the end she handed it over without a fight. Not that she was any less determined to put another dent in that obnoxious little fluke’s forehead, she was simply willing to wait until the World Title was around her waist to do it again.
While Castle set about the unenviable task of talking Leah out of her spurs, the Announcer raised his mic and called, “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 FAWN World Champion… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
Grayscale seeped in through the Technicolor as the FAWNatics raised their voices in a thunderous cacophony. Along with the muted color scheme came a frenetic touch of the modern in the form of Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’. It was to this melding of eras that the Neo-Noir Knockout introduced herself to the Summer Swelter crowd. 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 bellowed, “EYES ON ME, YOUSE MUGS! TIME TO GO RUSTLE A COWGIRL!” 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, lightly-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 battle on this sultry late June evening. the Pinstripe Powerhouse wore what was coming to be known as the ’championship edition’ of 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.
Totally focused on the brunette smirking in the far corner of the squared circle, 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. Still wearing the belt, Treymane strode across the ring and went nose to nose with Leah, who returned the blonde’s defiant ‘tude with some of her own. After several seconds of tense silence, Veronica undid the belt and held it underneath the Texan’s nose. “Keep your little brass bell, Daisy.” she snarled. “This suits me just fine.”
“Not for long it doesn’t.” Montoya cooed. “Enjoy it on the walk back to your corner, sugar. That prize is coming home with me.”
Veronica just shook her head ‘no’, backed off and raised the belt high before tossing it to Castle as she headed to the opposite side for final inspection.
Veronica practically launched herself out of the corner when the bell sounded. It’d been almost two years at this point but she’d never forgotten the woman who’d handed her her first main roster loss and tried to end her career on the same evening. Though she was spoiling for a fight herself, Leah Montoya waited against the buckles until the champ was almost three quarters of the way across the ring. Then she dipped her torso between the top and middle ropes and said, “Keep her back, Castle. That filly looks like she’s got evil intentions on her mind.”
“Damned right, Daisy.” Treymane snapped after Nick Castle put a ‘stand down’ sort of hand on her tummy. “Get out here, Montoya. I would’ve finished you a long time ago if Autumn hadn’t called dibs on your sorry ass.”
The Lone Wolf extricated herself from the strands but made no attempt to leave the corner. “You’re lucky you weren’t foolish enough to come after me, sugar.” Leah cooed. “If not for that TINY bit of foresight you never would’ve had the chance to become the biggest fluke the World Title has ever--”
Veronica powered by the zebra only to snarl her frustration when Montoya slid between the ropes a second time. “Cut that crap out, Leah,” Nick warned. “Get out of the buckles now or I’ll start a count.”
“I don’t see how you could start a count on me when that mouthy little bytch is out of control. Put her on a leash, Castle. Or I’ll do it for--”
“Screw this.” Treymane whipped around Nick, loped to the challenger’s corner and buried both hands in Leah’s hair. “What’s the matter, Daisy?” the blonde chided as she punished Montoya’s taunts with some savage tugging. “Not quite so eager to face the fluke noWWWNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Mean as a diamondback rattler and infinitely more patient, Leah Montoya grabbed the top rope in both hands, pulled it as far back as she could, then let it loose with a low ‘TWANG!’ The rubber-coated steel struck Veronica in the windpipe and sent her reeling backward with one hand pressed to her neck. Clear of the ropes in an instant now that she had the advantage, Leah buried a hand in Veronica’s hair and charged back to the corner to BWUUUNG the champ’s forehead against the top turnbuckle.
“Oooohhhh, I remember that sound.” Montoya was all smiles as she leaned a heavy forearm against the back of her foe’s skull. “It’s just the same as the last time I beat your ass, only this time you happen to have a big gold belt around your NNNGGHH!”
The Dangerous Dame pounded an elbow against her ribs, then added on another just to get her face clear of the rough canvas. “Bytch, you’re gonna pay for EERRRHH!”
Montoya leaned on her left foot, pivoted in and THWHUNKED the strongest part of her right thigh across the small of her foe’s back. “What was that, ‘Ronnie?” Leah threw a second and third Kneelift, then twined her hands in Treymane’s blonde locks and forced her face against the buckle. “You gonna teach me a lesson?” She pressed down and scruuuuubbbed the champ’s squalling mug across the turnbuckle. “You gonna pay me back for that ass whoopin’ I laid on you a couple years back?” Leah pressed in that much closer, letting the trapped woman carry her weight. “You got NOTHING on me, Treymane. Now, show me a little respect or I’ll take your belt AND your bottoms.” Castle hit ‘FOUR’ on his count, so Leah stepped away, albeit with a single hard SWAT to the back of her opponent’s head.
Seething with anger and embarrassment, Treymane straightened up, flipped hair off her face and turned to face the challenger. “Be careful with your threats, Leah.” she said softly. “It’s awfully hard to apologize when you’re speaking around your trunks.”
The Dark Star stepped back, her arms spread wide. “You talk a big game, sugar. Funny how you have to do it from all the way over there.”
“That’s it, Daisy. Your ass is MINE.”
Veronica strode forth with her dukes up and damned if Montoya didn’t come at her showing much the same. Just when fisticuffs seemed all but inevitable, Leah dipped low and blasted her left shoulder into the champion’s midsection. Treymane ‘guuuuhhhhhed’ and leaned forward, but she locked her hands together and PWAAAKED a Double Axehandle against the small of the Texan’s back. She would’ve followed up with a Waistlock if Montoya hadn’t caught her with a Waistlock of her own and plowed forward until Veronica BWUUUUNGED against the buckles. Normally Leah would’ve tenderized the other woman’s midsection with a flurry of Shoulderblocks but tonight there was gold on the line and she didn’t feel like fighting fair. Using her body to shield the next bit from Castle’s probing eye, Montoya curled her left hand into a fist and drilled it between Treymane’s thighs.
“AAAUUUUUGGGGHHH!” Veronica moaned. “Keep her off my trunks, NNNNNGGGGGGGHHH!”
The Dark Star unloaded three Shoulderblocks for good measure, then straightened up and put her hands in Veronica’s face, all the better to smear her against the corner. “You got plenty of wrestling matches under your sporty little belt, Ronnie.” Leah told the grimacing grappler. “But I only had to pull your hair once to know you ain’t been in more than a handful of FIGHTS. That’s why I’m gonna take the title tonight.”
Eager to put a whole lotta lumps on the blonde’s pretty face, Montoya climbed to the middle rope, grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back. Right hand raised high, Leah planted a single kiss on her knuckles and let loose with a methodical barrage of punches to her opponent’s forehead. Far from pleased, yet powerless to ignore their part in this oft-repeated ritual, the FAWNatics called out, ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’
Veronica wrapped her arms around the challenger’s waist and locked her hands just beneath the swell of Montoya’s backside. In the same instant she pushed off and twisted around to set her down on the top turnbuckle. Angry over the denial of her last punch, Leah rained hammer punches on the Neo-Noir Knockout’s back and would’ve kept at it if Castle hadn’t stepped up to the action. “All right, that’s enough now! Leah, open those hands and raise ‘em up! Veronica, let loose and step away!”
Loathe to follow an official order unless there was no other option, Montoya sighed and did as bade. “Happy?” she snapped.
“Soon as I get a clean break from the champ. C’mon Veronica, clear off.”
Treymane stood up, raised her hands and said, “Whatever you say, Nick.” CRAAACK! she swiveled Montoya’s head with a hateful Bytch Slap, then clamped down on the brunette’s right wrist. Soon as they were linked Veronica took a step back, yanked Leah from her perch and THWHUMPED a huge Clothesline across her sternum while she was still several inches off the ground.
Leah’s feet flew up and the back of her head BWONKED against the canvas, an ugly landing that still got an enthusiastic cheer from the sold out crowd. “Dammit Veronica, I asked you for a clean break!” Castle barked even as the Pinstripe Powerhouse filled her hands with Montoya’s hair.
“You’ll get one when she’s earned it.” the champ muttered. “For now I’m gonna pay this skank back for each and every cheap shot she’s dished out in the last two years.”
Smashing her opponent tits-first into the top turnbuckle, Veronica draped Montoya’s arms over the top rope, pressed the crown of her skull snug between the Texan’s shoulders and proceeded to thwump-thwump-thwump-THWHUMP a dozen body blows in above Leah’s hips. Aware that Castle was close and ready to start counting again, Treymane braced a forearm against Montoya’s back, then grabbed a handful of trunks. “So you’re looking for a fight, cowgirl? Good. So am I.” She tightened her grip and yaaaaaaaaaaaaanked Leah’s waistband north of the small of her back in a vile wedgie!
Leah snarled in anger and pain and immediately demanded that Castle enforce the break. Not about to let her shyt-talking adversary off the hook (both literal and figurative) that easy, Veronica looped her free arm around Montoya’s throat and pulled tight, adding an impromptu Sleeper to her trunk punishment. “What’s the matter, cowgirl? That super tuff bad-ass of yours a little more tender than you let onNRRGGH!”
Leah wrenched her right arm loose of the ropes and celebrated this freedom by trying to remove a large patch of her opponent’s hair. “Nothin’ tender about me, sugar.” she sneered. “I just don’t feel like dealing with cheap bytch tactics at the momOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Treymane freed her hair by pounding a punch into the brunette’s kidney. Doing so freed Leah from the wedgie, not that she had time to appreciate the situation before Treymane grabbed the middle rope on either side and dropped to one knee, just THWHUMPING her forehead into the small of Montoya’s back. “All right, Veronica.” Nick said once Leah’s shout of pain faded away. “That’s enough corner work. Take it out into the open, would ya?”
Treymane stood up and rested a forearm against the back of Montoya’s neck while she addressed the official. “Sure thing, Seamus. Lemme send Big Tex here on her way.”
Peeling the Lone Wolf off the buckles with a single handful of hair, Veronica stepped aside to let her pass, only to step into the spot Leah’d so recently vacated! Boosting herself onto the second rope over Nick’s protests, the Dangerous Dame jumped off, caught the challenger’s noggin in a loose Side Headlock and landed on her butt to THWHONK Montoya’s forehead into the mat courtesy a Diving Bulldog. Leah hit hard and bounced but had the wherewithal not to flop onto her back. A good precaution, yet ultimately pointless as Veronica shot the Half Nelson, rolled her over and slid into a Crossbody good for…
ONE…
TWO…
Montoya kicked out with ‘TWO!’ and shoved Treymane off with a rude hand to the face. Not in the mood to take any sass from the wicked shytkicker, Veronica climbed into a mount, snatched a handful of hair and jerked Leah’s head off the canvas to better PWAK a series of stiff right hands off her forehead and hairline. “Closed fists, Treymane, knock it off! ONE! TWO! THREE!”
Veronica went back to Montoya’s hair and hauled her up into a rough Front Facelock. “Still showing a lotta ass there, cowgirl.” the blonde swatted her opponent’s partially bared bum on the way to gripping some waistband. “Bet I get a lot of fan mail from the farmers and cowhands tomorrow morning.” Leah started to say something, unfortunately the champ cut her off with a single powerful tug that hoisted her all the way to high noon. With Montoya corralled in a perfect stall, Veronica set her feet and waited for nature to take it’s course. Sure enough, the FAWNatics started to count. ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHOOOHHHH!’
Trapped but far from helpless, Leah waited until she’d regained her bearings, then put a hand on the blonde’s shoulder and jabbed a knee down (or was that up?) into the crown of Veronica’s skull. The Neo-Noir Knockout grunted, wavered a little, re-set her feet. Leah kneed her again. “Set me down, sugar.” Montoya demanded. “Otherwise I’ll put a dent in your WHOOAAAAHH NNNNNNGGGGGGHHH!”
Dropping backward to complete the Suplex would’ve been the easiest thing in the world, yet the easiest route was often the least painful and Treymane had already made up her mind to punish Leah Montoya at every opportunity. That’s why she stomped / walked to the nearest set of ropes and tossed her burden into a TWANGING gut-first landing on the rubber coated steel! A startled Montoya folded up around the strands, then bounced up ‘n over, landing flat on her back with the force of someone who’d just endured a particularly stiff Suplex.
Leah sat up at once, the cagey battler making a conscious effort to keep her shoulders elevated even when she was almost doubled up around her roiling gut. A short distance away, Veronica made minor adjustments to her own togs and plotted the next move. Deciding to take a page out big sister’s book, she strode up behind Leah and put her right hand atop the brunette’s head while the left cupped her jaw. “Go ahead and give any time you want, sugar.” Veronica leaned down and twisted, putting a great deal of rather unpleasant torque on the challenger’s neck.
“What do you say, Leah?” Nick tried not to cringe as the Head Vise put Montoya’s ear closer and closer to her shoulder. “Need to give it up?”
The Dark Star didn’t waste breath on words, but still managed to make her feelings perfectly clear with a middle finger she waggled ‘no, no, no!’
“That’s not nice.” Veronica smirked after another nasty twist. “He’s just trying to make sure I don’t pop your head off your shoulders. I could too. No one would hold it against me. Hell, Autumn would probably buy my drinks for the rest of OOFFFFHHH!” Leah twisted to one knee and stuffed an elbow into the pit of the champion’s stomach. Treymane shook it off, caught her breath and slid back into place on her opponent’s six. Didn’t last long though, she’d barely managed to apply another squeeze when Montoya gouged her right elbow into the blonde’s right thigh. “Knock it off, Daisy.” Veronica growled amidst another attempt to remove the Texan’s head from her shoulders. “Keep distracting me and I might accidentally put you on a stretchEERRRGHHH BYTCH!”
Leah twisted again only this time she worked her hand between the blonde’s thighs and squeezed her undercarriage with hateful relish. Somehow keeping her cool even as the brunette’s talons did their worst, Treymane released the Vise, knotted her hands in a Double Axehandle and raised ‘em up just long enough to THWHUMP a shot into the base of Leah’s neck. That got the clamp off her crotch and perhaps more importantly, dropped Leah’s hands limp at her side. Off to the ropes like a shot, Veronica bounced in with a full head of steam and came off that much faster. Closing fast, she drew a bead on the kneeling challenger and dropped onto her back while simultaneously THWHACKING her right foot into Montoya’s chin.
CEMENT SHOE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bERWMyavY9E
Caught square by the Cement Shoe, Leah toppled onto her back and offered minimal complaint when Veronica stuffed her shoulders into the pits of her knees. Sliding forward ’Ronnie folded the brunette into stern matchbook that kept her shoulders down for…
ONE…
TWO…
Leah stretched out with a violent kick and rolled onto her side with a full second to spare. Treymane didn’t bother to contend the count, she’d been making one in her head and Montoya beat it too. Not arguing with the official gave her a few extra precious seconds, meaning Leah was still trying to clear her head when the champion shoved her onto her tummy. Stretching out perpendicular across the cowgirl’s upper back, Veronica grabbed her rival’s right wrist and pulled it back far enough to Scissor between her thighs. The immobilization of that arm set off alarms in Leah’s head and she planted her left forearm against the mat while doing her best to keep it blocked by her own body.
“Good try, Daisy.” Treymane noted even as her mount started inching forward. “But if I want your arm, I’m going to have your arm.”
Montoya kept on inching closer to the ropes. Every bit of space she could eat up between now and the inevitable capture would prove invaluable. “You want it, asshole? You’re gonna have to take NNNNGGGHHH!”
Veronica grabbed a whole lotta hair, cranked her head backward and cuffed a Forearm against one cheek. “That doesn’t bother me in the slightest.” she said after another heavy shot. A woman of her word, Treymane kept pounding away at the challenger’s head, but damned if Montoya didn’t continue her agonizingly slow crawl to sanctuary. After fifteen seconds that felt like fifteen hours, Leah finally reached out with her left arm and hooked it over the bottom rope. “Get her off me, would you, Castle?” the Texan huffed. “Ronnie here may have fists like feathers, but she’s got an ass like a bank vauNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Treymane clambered into a rough mount, snatched a double handful of hair and then BWONKED Leah’s forehead off the canvas-sheathed plywood. “Enough of that, Veronica!” the senior official barked when Treymane made to repeat her latest tactic. “She’s got as much a right to the ropes as you, so get your hands out of her hair and back off.”
Willing to honor the letter of the law if not its spirit, Veronica dropped Montoya’s noggin and brushed off her palms without relinquishing her perch. Only the start of Castle’s five count got her moving and even then the Pinstripe Powerhouse held on just long enough to swat Leah’s defenseless rump. Then she was up and away, strolling confidently along the perimeter while the FAWNatics cheered her on.
Leah didn’t so much as hiss at the minor indignity visited upon her backside, she did however file it away for proper punishment when the moment was right. Rolling over onto her back, the vulnerable brunette took the middle rope in both hands and pulled / slid her way to a seat. Eyes locked on the strutting champion, Montoya ran a hand through her hair and took several deep breaths. The wanna-be gun moll was definitely better than the last time they’d wrestled, but the Dark Star sensed in Treymane a desire to prove herself that she could exploit.
“Pretty good shots you were layin’ down a little while ago, champ.” she called without getting up. “Didn’t picture you for something that gutless, though. Big sister suddenly decide to teach you how she survived on the inside?”
Veronica only snorted in derision. “Nice try, cowpoke. I didn’t need Rachel to tell me you’d run from a beating. Everyone in FAWN knows you’re gutless.”
“Says the bytch who pummeled me from behind while I was trying to reach the ropes. Did your parents have any children that weren’t crushing disappointm--”
Mention of her parents got Treymane moving in a way mere trash-talk never could and she crossed the squared circle in all of half a dozen long strides. She filled her hands with Montoya’s hair and might’ve snatched her bald on the spot if Leah hadn’t grabbed the champ’s waistband and pulled as hard as she could. Already bent down to collect her prey, Treymane was jerked off balance and TWANGED throat-first into the second strand!
Coughing and gagging as air was suddenly in short supply, the Dangerous Dame hurried to her feet only to be intercepted by Leah Montoya, who seemed much less rattled now that she had the advantage. “You’re sure talkin’ like your hot shyt all of the sudden.” the Lone Wolf cooed as she THWHUMPED her left knee across Treymane’s midriff. “But there’s a world of difference between actin’ tough when you’re the one doin’ the punching and actin’ tough when you’re the one gettin’ punched.”
Case in point, the challenger drew back her left hand, measured the angle and PWAAAAKED her flush in the cheek. Veronica’s head swiveled to one side and her knees shimmied so violently Montoya was certain they’d buckle at any moment. Imagine her irritation when the Neo-Noir Knockout steadied out and locked eyes with the brunette.
“Good shot, Daisy. Hope you’re ready to stand and exchange firERRGGGHH!”
Leah would’ve done so without complaint if there’d been no other option, thankfully that wasn’t the case and she quickly jabbed a thumb into Treymane’s right eye. Half blind and still more than a little short of breath, Veronica reeled back on her heels and THWHACK! Montoya exploded out of the ropes to land a scintillating Lariat across the blonde’s clavicle. Veronica landed flat and immediately sat up with both arms swaddling the back of her pounding skull.
LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gu8o91qMAEg
Enjoying herself too much to bother shaking the tingle out of her Lariat tossin’ arm, Montoya looped around behind the downed champion and broke into a run that led to the ropes directly in front of Treymane. Locked and loaded the instant she came off the ropes, Leah was almost beyond her prey when she dropped to a seat and THWHACKED her right forearm into Veronica’s exposed mug. Smeared across the mat for the second time in well under a minute, the blonde felt her legs floating up and did her best to keep them out of Leah’s grasp but the Lone Wolf hooked her behind one knee and pulled it that much closer to her chin. Diving into position beside blonde and brunette, Castle took half a heartbeat to check Treymane’s shoulders, then slapped off…
SLIDING LOW FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ojFJsDrB1k
ONE…
TWO…
The Dangerous Dame powered out at ‘TWO!’, proving she wasn’t about to let anyone proclaim her a one and done champion. Leah cast a glance in Nick’s direction more for form’s sake than any actual doubt in the man’s results. “Not bad, little sister.” she murmured while twining her fingers in Treymane’s golden locks. “Lets see how you hold when one or two stray shots turns into a full on stampede.”
Veronica was too stunned to answer, so the Texan scraped her off the mat and slung her into the ropes with an Irish Whip. T’was a short trip back to start and an even shorter trip to the mat as Montoya dipped at the waist and caught her around the thighs. Popping up on tiptoes in the blink of an eye, Leah whipped around in a half circle and dropped to her knees to THAWHUNK the champ with a Spinebuster. Treymane bounced up, rolled to one side and curled into a loose ball, clearly trying to keep her shoulders off the canvas even in the midst of serious punishment.
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBbhDP3tNVo
She needn’t have worried at that particular moment, seemed Leah was far more interested in collecting another rough handful of hair. “That first pin was just to make sure you weren’t gonna fold on me.” Montoya explained as she muscled the Neo-Noir Knockout to her feet. “Now that I know you won’t, we can have some real fun.” Leah’s ominous emphasis on ‘fun’ wasn’t lost on Treymane, alas she was in no condition to prevent the challenger from leading her over to the ropes.
“C’mon Leah, really?” Castle didn’t even bother to hide the exasperation in his voice once he saw the Texan drape Veronica’s arms over the top rope.
“Why Mr. Castle, whatever are you worried about? Your confidence in our world champion isn’t starting to waver, is it?” With that she pressed in against Treymane’s chest, reached over the ropes from the far side and took hold of the middle strand, which she promptly pulled up over the blonde’s arms.
The pressure in her shoulders and biceps succeeded in chasing the fog from Veronica’s mind, not that it did a damned thing to free herself from the challenger’s trap. “Should’ve known you’d pull something like this.” she grunted after struggling against the rubber-coated steel for several seconds. “The only time Leah Montoya will stand and fight is when she knows her opponent can’t hit back.”
“Oh, this ain’t a fight, sugar.” the brunette drawled. “This here’s nothin’ but a little test. And there ain’t no reason to get all worked up, we both know Castle’s gonna pull you loose just as soon as I--” she reared back like she was gonna clout Treymane with a backhand only to grab hold of the champ’s juggs and squeeeeeeeeeeze until her knuckles turned white.
Veronica gasped and stamped a foot against the mat but made no effort to call for help. After all, Montoya was right. Nick would force the break in a few sec--”OOOOWWWWW YOU BYTCH!” Treymane shrieked with hurt and embarrassment when Leah worked her fingers beneath the champion’s cups and went to work on her bounty with a pair of heartless pincers.
“Can’t submit in the ropes, sweetheart.” Montoya cooed as she worked the agonizing hold. “Well, you CAN but it won’t do anything except tell the world you aren’t worthy of that big gold belOOFFFFHHHH!”
Robbed of her arms for the moment, Treymane made the best of a bad situation by THWHUMPING the point of her left knee into the pit of the Texan’s stomach. Leah stumbled back, caught her breath almost at once and would’ve resumed her previous attack if Castle hadn’t stepped in. “Enough of that, Leah. Either get her out of the ropes or take a lap while I do it.” She glanced between champion and zebra, deliberating. After several seconds of thoughtful silence, Montoya muttered, “Oh hell, I’ll do it.” Nick nodded, stepped backward and cursed up a blue streak when the brunette twisted on one heel to TWHACK an undefended Super Kick against the Dangerous Dame’s chin!
Veronica snapped back hard enough to ‘twang’ her arms loose of the ropes, unfortunately the springy nature of the cables conspired to launch Treymane toward Leah, who greeted her with a short, rough Clothesline that sent her tumbling over the top rope! The FAWNatics cringed in anticipation of an ugly landing out on the floor, yet Veronica spared them (and herself) such unpleasantness by hooking an arm over the middle strand mid-descent. Her landing was hardly lovely, yet coming down on her knees on the apron was far better than a flat-out sprawl on the thinly-padded concrete below.
“Resilient, I’ll give you that much.” Montoya said from her perch on the other side of the ropes. “You California girls were always good for taking a beating.” “Guuuuhhhhh…. good at giving beatings too, Daisy.” Veronica groaned as she started to clamber her way to verticality. “You’ll figure that out when the EMT’s are pulling my boot from your asSNNNGGHH!”
Montoya grabbed her by the scruff of the neck, holding the blonde in place for a stiff Forearm Smash across the left ear. Her legs shimmied violently but still didn’t give out, much to Leah’s delight. “I’d love to tell you Vannacutt will have to wrench my boot from your overrated ass.” the Texan said as she slipped through the ropes behind her foe. “But what’s left when I’m done is gonna look more like a crater than… this.” Montoya flicked out her hand, ‘smacking’ the blonde’s glutes.
The Neo-Noir Knockout snarled and responded with a Back Elbow that fell just short of denting the challenger’s nose. Further stifling Treymane’s resistance with a heavy overhand Forearm Smash across the base of her neck, Leah stepped in close and looped her arms around Veronica’s waist. No taunts from the brunette now, she squeezed her prey a little tighter, then dropped her hips and bridged up, over and down to THWHUNK Treymane squarely on the back of her head and shoulders! The capacity crowd groaned in sympathetic anguish as Montoya’s German Suplex left Veronica matchbooked and helpless on the narrow ledge of apron.
APRON GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X6pptaa8JJk
Enjoying a little stretch following the punishing maneuver, Leah reached out, put a hand on her rival’s sweating flank and pushed just hard enough to send her toppling to the floor. Much happier now that she had the apron to herself, Montoya luxuriated for a little while longer before joining her wounded adversary on the floor. “What I did just there? I gave you an out, sugar.” the Lone Wolf noted even as she placed the sole of one boot on the small of Treymane’s back. “No one in this building would bat an eye if you didn’t pick your ass up in time to beat the count. Course if you choose the count out I’ll beat you bloody and put you through the Announce Table. So what’re you gonna do? Gonna pick your sorry ass up and lose that title? Or stay down and forfeit it from a hospital bed?”
Biting her tongue to keep from sobbing aloud, Treymane rolled onto her back, grabbed a handful of apron and dragged herself to a seat. “You’d be happy to win by count-out, wouldn’t you, Daisy? Well how about option three? That’s the one where I kick your shytheel ass right up between your shoulNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
The Dark Star flicked out a foot, pounding her heel into the center of the other woman’s forehead. Treymane grunted and collapsed to her elbows, but the impact had barely registered when Montoya cupped both ears and peeled her off the floor. “Not even to ten on the count yet.” Leah teased the defenseless champion. “Still all sorts of fun we can have out here before Castle makes us come inside.” Too woozy to offer a response either physical or verbal, Treymane could only stand there while Montoya snugged in on her left side and tossed the blonde’s arm across her shoulders. In the same instant she curled her right arm around Treymane’s hips and used her left hand to grab hold of opposing kneepad. Then she lifted Veronica onto her right shoulder presumably for a Backdrop Suplex, but instead she charged forward and BWUUUUNGED the Pinstripe Powerhouse crotch-first into the steel ring-post!
One such act of brazen barbarism would’ve been good enough for most women, alas, Leah wasn’t most women. Tightening her grip on Treymane until the worst of the shudders faded, Montoya pulled away from the scene of the crash and spun around once, twice, THWHUMP! The whole arena moaned when the challenger finally fell backward to complete a hellaciously augmented Backdrop Suplex. Veronica bounced, clutched her head and immediately rolled over onto her belly, presumably to save herself from a cover even though she was out on the floor.
BACKDROP SUPLEX ON THE FLOOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sLbXbGrNoVU
Whatever the champ’s motivations, it didn’t stop Montoya from hooking her at trunks and tresses and pulled her up as neat as you please. The count hit ‘SEVENTEEN!’ and apparently Leah hadn’t been entirely honest about letting the Dangerous Dame take a loss on the outside because she bustled the both of them over to the edge of the ring and stuffed Treymane under the bottom rope. Following her immediately thereafter, the challenger barrel-rolled her prey well clear of the ropes, then stretched out across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Veronica inched a shoulder off the mat with no more than a heartbeat to spare. Leah leaned back on her haunches and glared daggers at Nick. “What the hell was that, Castle? You take some of this little gangster’s ill-gotten gains to make sure her reign isn’t as shytty as her gimmick?”
“You’re the one who burned time getting her from the floor to the ring, Leah.” Nick answered with no hesitation whatsoever. “If you’d kept it clean maybe I’d be raising your hand right now.”
“You’ll be raising my hand one way or another, lawdog.” Montoya sneered. Shoveling Treymane onto her belly without so much as another word to the official, the Lone Wolf helped herself to the champ’s left ankle and folded her lower leg across the pit of her right knee in the unmistakable Figure of Four. From there she grabbed hold of Veronica’s right ankle, stepped over to that side and dropped to her tush, thus trapping the other woman’s left leg. Bracing her right foot against Treymane’s exposed left ankle, Leah rolled backward and pushed up with her right leg, a shift that wrenched most of Veronica’s body off the mat like she was caught in a Texas Cloverleaf. This wasn’t a Cloverleaf though, Montoya called it the Texas Chiropractic Massacre and it had broken stronger women than this paper champion for the better part of ten years.
TEXAS CHIROPRACTIC MASSACRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ORROflGLfQ
Wailing in pain as the challenger tried to snap her in half, Veronica reaaaaaaaaaaaaached for the ropes, then sank a hand into her hair and pulled as hard as she could when they proved out of reach. Leah saw these useless machinations and grinned. “Give it up, sugar. You’ve never been a match for me. Better to admit it now when the only thing it costs you is a big gold belt. Wait much longer and it might take a few years off your career.”
Castle didn’t think the situation was quite as dire as Montoya made it out to be, but he was of the mind that it could get that way in very short order if the suffering champion didn’t find a way out. “What do you say, Veronica?” he asked the grimacing blonde. “If you need me to call it, just say the word and I’ll--”
“NO!” Treymane practically screamed it despite the fact that her face was pressed against the canvas. “Don’t you dare, this isn’t oveERRRRGGGGGHH SSSSHHHHIIITTT!”
Leah rolled back a little farther (being careful to keep one shoulder off the canvas at all times) to put that much more pressure on her victim’s legs and back. “Course it’s over, darlin’. Everyone can see it but HEY NOW! DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT, AWW DAMMIT!”
Aware that the only way out was through, the Pinstripe Powerhouse choked off another scream and planted both hands against the mat. To the astonishment of the whole arena she puuuusssssshed her chest off the mat, a move that exacerbated the pressure on her spine almost threefold. Closer to tapping out than she’d ever admit to anyone, Treymane twisted right shoulder away from Leah’s body and sobbed with relief when she flopped out on back, the torque of the hold completely undone by the simple shift.
Of course her legs were still in Leah Montoya’s possession and the Texan had no intention of letting them go without a fight. Scrambling to boot-leather as Veronica mewled with hurt, Leah spread the blonde’s legs in a wide ‘V’, then took to the skies and kicked her own stems out straight. Gravity did the rest, bringing Montoya’s heels down on her opponent’s inner thighs with enough force to wrench them apart in a terrible Wishbone. Sat up straight by the Texas Spread, Veronica’s hands went from her back to her stems, meaning she was otherwise undefended when the brunette helped herself to a whole lotta hair.
“Done playing Shoot ‘Em Up with you, Ronnie’.” Montoya admitted as she scraped the beleaguered blonde off the mat. “Maybe we can pick it up again some other time, but first I wanna feel that leather and gold around my waist.” Drawing Veronica in close enough to kiss the tip of her nose (or spit in her eye, that seemed more likely) Leah hooked her left arm under Treymane’s right bicep, then mirrored the tactic on her left bicep. Lacing her fingers across Veronica’s chin, she wrenched her head back at a sharp angle, securing the Inverted Full Nelson. “Don’t worry about flaming out so hard, sugar.” Montoya cooed as she wrenched the hold back n’ forth. “The rest of FAWN may forget your name by tomorrow morning, but I never OOOOWWWWW LEGGO YOU CHEAP BYTCH!”
Leah’s hands had slipped ever so slightly south during the last several seconds, indeed just enough for the Dangerous Dame to chomp down on the challenger’s fingers. It damned sure wasn’t legal, as both Leah and Nick were quick to inform her, but Treymane knew she had a full count to work with, so she gnawed and chewed until--THERE! Leah let loose at ‘FOUR!’ and shoved Veronica away to save her digits any more punishment.
“Desperate bytch.” Montoya snarled while shaking the sting from her hands. “Just for that I’m gonna put my spurs back on before I stomp a mud hole in your ass.”
The Neo-Noir Knockout didn’t answer with words, at least not to start. Rather she raised both hands and offered the challenger two very appropriate fingers. “What’s the matter, shytheel? Can’t handle the rough stuff unless you’re swinging that cowbell? Kiss my ass.”
Stunned by the blonde’s gall, the Lone Wolf said, “Don’t need a cowbell to cave your head in, pussy.” Leah pounced, meaning to do just that, but the champ stepped back at the last second and pivoted on her right foot to bring her left knee THWHUNKING into the other woman’s forehead. Staggered, Montoya rocked back on her heels, working to steady her bal--THWHACK! Veronica stepped forward, did a little do-si-do twirl, then hopped off her left foot to slam the right one into the Texan’s jaw.
CHICAGO LIGHTNING @ 1:38
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XeI2eEI-9TY
The Chicago Lightning struck square and true, which made it all the more annoying when the gobsmacked battler didn’t leave her feet! Oh, she was weaving like a drunk and she took a knee more than once on her way back to the ropes, but she was still vertical when her back hit the strands and that infuriated the World Champion to no end. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Montoya bounced off the ropes with her right arm drawn back for a Lariat aimed squarely at Treymane’s ‘OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!’ Already on their feet to better observe the brutal slugfest, a great many of the assembled FAWNatics raised a hand to astonished mouths when the Dangerous Dame beat her rival to the draw with a short Lariat that damned near turned her inside out before depositing her on the mat in a loose limbed sprawl.
SPITEFUL LARIAT @ 3:52
www.youtube.com/watch?v=W9d_4Hzmtxk
Dropped to one knee by the force of her explosive counter, Veronica nodded to herself, brushed sweat-damp hair off her forehead and abruptly clamored to boot leather. Biting back the roar that wanted to boil forth, she stalked over to Montoya and proceeded to deliver Stomp after Stomp after Stomp to her exposed midsection. Leah covered up as best she could, but in the end the abuse didn’t stop until she managed to roll over onto her belly. “That’s right, Daisy. Turn turtle and crawl away.” Veronica hissed even as she plunged her hands into the brunette’s hair.
Hoisting her upright with a pair of strong tugs, Treymane plastered her rival across the mouth with a quick Forearm Smash and followed it up with a brisk left handed slap upside the head! A quick Low Kick to Montoya’s left shin was next, not that anyone had much time to register the impact before the Neo-Noir Knockout whipped around to administer a Backfist that THWHACKED Leah’s left cheek. Rocked yet again, Leah’s hands were damned near hanging at her sides when Treymane mowed her down with a Discus Lariat that hit almost as hard as her earlier effort.
DRIVE BY NIGHT FLURRY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=C0c8wv7uHDY
“Think I’ve almost taken your head off about three times now, Daisy.” Veronica huffed to the flattened fighter. “Bet you still think I’m fluke though, don’t ya? That you’re gonna pick yourself off that mat at any second and just kick my ass in front of all these people. Well I think it’s time I let you in on a little secret…” the Pinstripe Powerhouse bent down, grabbed hold of Leah’s shoulder straps and used ‘em to hoist the knock-kneed brunette to her feet. Jerking Montoya close like she was some mouthy punk in need of a stern talkin’ to, Veronica drew her in nose to nose and whispered, “The champ’s not a fluke. And neither are her Lariats.”
“Kuuuhhhh… kiss my ass, sugOOOFFFFHHHHH!”
Aware that Castle was ever so slightly out of position, Treymane snatched a handful of hair to cover up the fact that she also THWHUMPED her left knee into the Dark Star’s crotch. Wasn’t quite equal to a head shot from a damned cowbell, it was however quite satisfying and more importantly, it left Leah swaying helplessly in the middle of the squared circle. Breaking for the ropes before Castle could make any inquiries about Leah’s new set of pigeon toes, Veronica hit the rubber-coated steel, bounced off and returned with a THIRD Lariat! This one took Montoya flush on the jaw and she went down with such force she rolled over into a momentary headstand before slopping onto her tummy.
ONE MORE LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VcSN9XNWhe4
“LET THAT BE A LESSON!” Veronica bellowed to the fans and the women in the locker room after she’d regained her feet. “MY THOMPSON FIRES BLANKS! THE REAL FIREPOWER IS RIGHT HERE!” She raised her right arm and curled it in a brawny bicep flex that earned her pic of the night honors the next morning on FAWN.com.
Eyes on Montoya well before she stopped flexing, Treymane bent down, filled her hands with the cowgirl’s hair and hauled her to boot leather. The Toe Kick that followed was patently unnecessary considering Leah’s current pliability, but Veronica still had a score to settle and it did get her doubled over the tiniest bit faster. Slipping her arms under the other woman’s biceps, the Dangerous Dame locked her hands to secure the Double Underhook without forcing Leah’s head between her thighs or under an armpit. This looser application allowed her to turn to all four sides of the arena. Once she was satisfied she had their attention, Treymane looked out into the crowd and said, “Old school or new school, it doesn’t matter to me. Any Daisy that steps to me is gettin’ clipped HARD.”
With that the champ swung hard to the right, almost like she was going for a modified Neckbreaker. But instead of spinning all the way over she snapped back to the left and spun over from that angle, a veritable cyclone twist that wrenched both ladies off their feet and THAWHUNKED Leah down flat on her face as the first victim of a move Treymane dubbed the Daisy Cutter. Tumbling over in a slow motion sprawl in the wake of the vicious Double Arm DDT, the Dark Star offered absolutely no complaint when Veronica hooked the near leg and settled into a luxurious back press that lasted well through the…
DAISY CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NvK1MwS-Ng
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Treymane smiled when the bell sounded and halved the cradle so that her right hand was free. Reaching down, she treated Leah’s glutes to a few possessive pats and murmured, “Now we’re even, Tex. Anytime you want your rubber match, I’m not hard to find.” That was about the time the Announcer confirmed the obvious. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
Sending Leah to the back of the line the instant she tossed her leg aside, Veronica took the big gold belt from Nick and tossed it over one shoulder before he raised her hand. The cheers that greeted her were thunderous and Veronica appreciated each and every one of them, yet her megawatt smile faded a bit when she noticed a cameraman zooming in for a suitable closing shot. A few steps put her in full frame and she pulled aside a little to display the World Title in all its glory.
“Take note, all you doubters out there. VanBuren & Associates is done. Generation Next is on notice. And the woman who tried to end my career before it got started? She’s cooling off in an unconscious heap behind me. Remember that before you use the ‘F-Word’ around me again. Because anyone who does is gonna end up just like Leah… maybe worse.”
Treymane winked, slapped the faceplate of her belt and stepped out of view, leaving the camera to linger on the wreckage of Leah Montoya until the broadcast faded to black.
Vitriol from all corners of the arena the instant that name left his mouth. It got even louder when the lights went out and the sound system kicked into the heavy guitar and drum riff that marked Chevelle’s ’Hats off to the Bull’. Bright amidst the bass and boos, a small flame blossomed at the center of the stage then split in two directions and raced around on an erratic path before meeting again several feet below. The upper deck saw the pattern clearly and by now everyone who’d been a regular viewer since her rebirth knew what was being drawn -- a huge circle containing a five pointed star.
LEAH MONTOYA:
THOOMP!’ A spotlight exploded along with the chorus and there was Leah Montoya, a woman simultaneously hotter than the desert in August and colder than a wind off the plains in December. Though not a PPV regular for a year or more now, Beautiful Black Hat maintained a high profile on the House Show and International Circuit. It was on the former that she had recently developed an unlikely alliance with Super Phreak Lyssa Zahn. Different though they were, the new duo had racked up several impressive tag team wins, defeating the likes of the Bloodwind Sisters, Shea London and Cassie Hopkins, and just two weeks ago, Rachel Raker & Veronica Treymane. It’d been the older sister who’d taken the pin from Montoya, but the victory combined with the fact that Leah owned an earlier singles win over the champ was enough to earn her a shot at Treymane’s big gold belt.
For her second one on one go-round with the woman who’d somehow ended Portia’s reign, the Lone Wolf she wore simple black trunks and a matching tankini top patterned in the style an old fashioned western vest. Her elbow pads were matte black, as were those at her knees, though they were emblazoned with large silver stars. Her boots were shiny black leather and a closer inspection revealed the presence of wicked spurs that glittered dull red beneath the lights. Montoya’s hands were heavily taped from the base of her fingers to well past her wrists and lest you forget the weapon that instilled fear into the hearts of cattle and catfighter alike, there was the heavy length of bull rope tied to a tarnished brass bell.
Pretty, cruel features face was shadowed by the brim of her black Stetson, Leah *might* have flashed the briefest of smiles as she made her way to the squared circle. Ignoring the crowd for the sheep they were, Leah hopped onto the apron like a lightweight, then dipped between the ropes and sauntered to the center of the ring. Tipping her hat back with an index finger Eyes locked on the stage, Montoya raised the bull rope high overhead to summon an eruption of silver sparks from each corner, not to mention a fresh round of boos from those assembled. After the pyro faded out Leah doffed her hat and offered it to senior official Nick Castle. Parting with the bull rope took a little more convincing, but in the end she handed it over without a fight. Not that she was any less determined to put another dent in that obnoxious little fluke’s forehead, she was simply willing to wait until the World Title was around her waist to do it again.
While Castle set about the unenviable task of talking Leah out of her spurs, the Announcer raised his mic and called, “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 FAWN World Champion… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
Grayscale seeped in through the Technicolor as the FAWNatics raised their voices in a thunderous cacophony. Along with the muted color scheme came a frenetic touch of the modern in the form of Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’. It was to this melding of eras that the Neo-Noir Knockout introduced herself to the Summer Swelter crowd. 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 bellowed, “EYES ON ME, YOUSE MUGS! TIME TO GO RUSTLE A COWGIRL!” 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, lightly-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 battle on this sultry late June evening. the Pinstripe Powerhouse wore what was coming to be known as the ’championship edition’ of 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.
Totally focused on the brunette smirking in the far corner of the squared circle, 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. Still wearing the belt, Treymane strode across the ring and went nose to nose with Leah, who returned the blonde’s defiant ‘tude with some of her own. After several seconds of tense silence, Veronica undid the belt and held it underneath the Texan’s nose. “Keep your little brass bell, Daisy.” she snarled. “This suits me just fine.”
“Not for long it doesn’t.” Montoya cooed. “Enjoy it on the walk back to your corner, sugar. That prize is coming home with me.”
Veronica just shook her head ‘no’, backed off and raised the belt high before tossing it to Castle as she headed to the opposite side for final inspection.
Veronica practically launched herself out of the corner when the bell sounded. It’d been almost two years at this point but she’d never forgotten the woman who’d handed her her first main roster loss and tried to end her career on the same evening. Though she was spoiling for a fight herself, Leah Montoya waited against the buckles until the champ was almost three quarters of the way across the ring. Then she dipped her torso between the top and middle ropes and said, “Keep her back, Castle. That filly looks like she’s got evil intentions on her mind.”
“Damned right, Daisy.” Treymane snapped after Nick Castle put a ‘stand down’ sort of hand on her tummy. “Get out here, Montoya. I would’ve finished you a long time ago if Autumn hadn’t called dibs on your sorry ass.”
The Lone Wolf extricated herself from the strands but made no attempt to leave the corner. “You’re lucky you weren’t foolish enough to come after me, sugar.” Leah cooed. “If not for that TINY bit of foresight you never would’ve had the chance to become the biggest fluke the World Title has ever--”
Veronica powered by the zebra only to snarl her frustration when Montoya slid between the ropes a second time. “Cut that crap out, Leah,” Nick warned. “Get out of the buckles now or I’ll start a count.”
“I don’t see how you could start a count on me when that mouthy little bytch is out of control. Put her on a leash, Castle. Or I’ll do it for--”
“Screw this.” Treymane whipped around Nick, loped to the challenger’s corner and buried both hands in Leah’s hair. “What’s the matter, Daisy?” the blonde chided as she punished Montoya’s taunts with some savage tugging. “Not quite so eager to face the fluke noWWWNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Mean as a diamondback rattler and infinitely more patient, Leah Montoya grabbed the top rope in both hands, pulled it as far back as she could, then let it loose with a low ‘TWANG!’ The rubber-coated steel struck Veronica in the windpipe and sent her reeling backward with one hand pressed to her neck. Clear of the ropes in an instant now that she had the advantage, Leah buried a hand in Veronica’s hair and charged back to the corner to BWUUUNG the champ’s forehead against the top turnbuckle.
“Oooohhhh, I remember that sound.” Montoya was all smiles as she leaned a heavy forearm against the back of her foe’s skull. “It’s just the same as the last time I beat your ass, only this time you happen to have a big gold belt around your NNNGGHH!”
The Dangerous Dame pounded an elbow against her ribs, then added on another just to get her face clear of the rough canvas. “Bytch, you’re gonna pay for EERRRHH!”
Montoya leaned on her left foot, pivoted in and THWHUNKED the strongest part of her right thigh across the small of her foe’s back. “What was that, ‘Ronnie?” Leah threw a second and third Kneelift, then twined her hands in Treymane’s blonde locks and forced her face against the buckle. “You gonna teach me a lesson?” She pressed down and scruuuuubbbed the champ’s squalling mug across the turnbuckle. “You gonna pay me back for that ass whoopin’ I laid on you a couple years back?” Leah pressed in that much closer, letting the trapped woman carry her weight. “You got NOTHING on me, Treymane. Now, show me a little respect or I’ll take your belt AND your bottoms.” Castle hit ‘FOUR’ on his count, so Leah stepped away, albeit with a single hard SWAT to the back of her opponent’s head.
Seething with anger and embarrassment, Treymane straightened up, flipped hair off her face and turned to face the challenger. “Be careful with your threats, Leah.” she said softly. “It’s awfully hard to apologize when you’re speaking around your trunks.”
The Dark Star stepped back, her arms spread wide. “You talk a big game, sugar. Funny how you have to do it from all the way over there.”
“That’s it, Daisy. Your ass is MINE.”
Veronica strode forth with her dukes up and damned if Montoya didn’t come at her showing much the same. Just when fisticuffs seemed all but inevitable, Leah dipped low and blasted her left shoulder into the champion’s midsection. Treymane ‘guuuuhhhhhed’ and leaned forward, but she locked her hands together and PWAAAKED a Double Axehandle against the small of the Texan’s back. She would’ve followed up with a Waistlock if Montoya hadn’t caught her with a Waistlock of her own and plowed forward until Veronica BWUUUUNGED against the buckles. Normally Leah would’ve tenderized the other woman’s midsection with a flurry of Shoulderblocks but tonight there was gold on the line and she didn’t feel like fighting fair. Using her body to shield the next bit from Castle’s probing eye, Montoya curled her left hand into a fist and drilled it between Treymane’s thighs.
“AAAUUUUUGGGGHHH!” Veronica moaned. “Keep her off my trunks, NNNNNGGGGGGGHHH!”
The Dark Star unloaded three Shoulderblocks for good measure, then straightened up and put her hands in Veronica’s face, all the better to smear her against the corner. “You got plenty of wrestling matches under your sporty little belt, Ronnie.” Leah told the grimacing grappler. “But I only had to pull your hair once to know you ain’t been in more than a handful of FIGHTS. That’s why I’m gonna take the title tonight.”
Eager to put a whole lotta lumps on the blonde’s pretty face, Montoya climbed to the middle rope, grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back. Right hand raised high, Leah planted a single kiss on her knuckles and let loose with a methodical barrage of punches to her opponent’s forehead. Far from pleased, yet powerless to ignore their part in this oft-repeated ritual, the FAWNatics called out, ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’
Veronica wrapped her arms around the challenger’s waist and locked her hands just beneath the swell of Montoya’s backside. In the same instant she pushed off and twisted around to set her down on the top turnbuckle. Angry over the denial of her last punch, Leah rained hammer punches on the Neo-Noir Knockout’s back and would’ve kept at it if Castle hadn’t stepped up to the action. “All right, that’s enough now! Leah, open those hands and raise ‘em up! Veronica, let loose and step away!”
Loathe to follow an official order unless there was no other option, Montoya sighed and did as bade. “Happy?” she snapped.
“Soon as I get a clean break from the champ. C’mon Veronica, clear off.”
Treymane stood up, raised her hands and said, “Whatever you say, Nick.” CRAAACK! she swiveled Montoya’s head with a hateful Bytch Slap, then clamped down on the brunette’s right wrist. Soon as they were linked Veronica took a step back, yanked Leah from her perch and THWHUMPED a huge Clothesline across her sternum while she was still several inches off the ground.
Leah’s feet flew up and the back of her head BWONKED against the canvas, an ugly landing that still got an enthusiastic cheer from the sold out crowd. “Dammit Veronica, I asked you for a clean break!” Castle barked even as the Pinstripe Powerhouse filled her hands with Montoya’s hair.
“You’ll get one when she’s earned it.” the champ muttered. “For now I’m gonna pay this skank back for each and every cheap shot she’s dished out in the last two years.”
Smashing her opponent tits-first into the top turnbuckle, Veronica draped Montoya’s arms over the top rope, pressed the crown of her skull snug between the Texan’s shoulders and proceeded to thwump-thwump-thwump-THWHUMP a dozen body blows in above Leah’s hips. Aware that Castle was close and ready to start counting again, Treymane braced a forearm against Montoya’s back, then grabbed a handful of trunks. “So you’re looking for a fight, cowgirl? Good. So am I.” She tightened her grip and yaaaaaaaaaaaaanked Leah’s waistband north of the small of her back in a vile wedgie!
Leah snarled in anger and pain and immediately demanded that Castle enforce the break. Not about to let her shyt-talking adversary off the hook (both literal and figurative) that easy, Veronica looped her free arm around Montoya’s throat and pulled tight, adding an impromptu Sleeper to her trunk punishment. “What’s the matter, cowgirl? That super tuff bad-ass of yours a little more tender than you let onNRRGGH!”
Leah wrenched her right arm loose of the ropes and celebrated this freedom by trying to remove a large patch of her opponent’s hair. “Nothin’ tender about me, sugar.” she sneered. “I just don’t feel like dealing with cheap bytch tactics at the momOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Treymane freed her hair by pounding a punch into the brunette’s kidney. Doing so freed Leah from the wedgie, not that she had time to appreciate the situation before Treymane grabbed the middle rope on either side and dropped to one knee, just THWHUMPING her forehead into the small of Montoya’s back. “All right, Veronica.” Nick said once Leah’s shout of pain faded away. “That’s enough corner work. Take it out into the open, would ya?”
Treymane stood up and rested a forearm against the back of Montoya’s neck while she addressed the official. “Sure thing, Seamus. Lemme send Big Tex here on her way.”
Peeling the Lone Wolf off the buckles with a single handful of hair, Veronica stepped aside to let her pass, only to step into the spot Leah’d so recently vacated! Boosting herself onto the second rope over Nick’s protests, the Dangerous Dame jumped off, caught the challenger’s noggin in a loose Side Headlock and landed on her butt to THWHONK Montoya’s forehead into the mat courtesy a Diving Bulldog. Leah hit hard and bounced but had the wherewithal not to flop onto her back. A good precaution, yet ultimately pointless as Veronica shot the Half Nelson, rolled her over and slid into a Crossbody good for…
ONE…
TWO…
Montoya kicked out with ‘TWO!’ and shoved Treymane off with a rude hand to the face. Not in the mood to take any sass from the wicked shytkicker, Veronica climbed into a mount, snatched a handful of hair and jerked Leah’s head off the canvas to better PWAK a series of stiff right hands off her forehead and hairline. “Closed fists, Treymane, knock it off! ONE! TWO! THREE!”
Veronica went back to Montoya’s hair and hauled her up into a rough Front Facelock. “Still showing a lotta ass there, cowgirl.” the blonde swatted her opponent’s partially bared bum on the way to gripping some waistband. “Bet I get a lot of fan mail from the farmers and cowhands tomorrow morning.” Leah started to say something, unfortunately the champ cut her off with a single powerful tug that hoisted her all the way to high noon. With Montoya corralled in a perfect stall, Veronica set her feet and waited for nature to take it’s course. Sure enough, the FAWNatics started to count. ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHOOOHHHH!’
Trapped but far from helpless, Leah waited until she’d regained her bearings, then put a hand on the blonde’s shoulder and jabbed a knee down (or was that up?) into the crown of Veronica’s skull. The Neo-Noir Knockout grunted, wavered a little, re-set her feet. Leah kneed her again. “Set me down, sugar.” Montoya demanded. “Otherwise I’ll put a dent in your WHOOAAAAHH NNNNNNGGGGGGHHH!”
Dropping backward to complete the Suplex would’ve been the easiest thing in the world, yet the easiest route was often the least painful and Treymane had already made up her mind to punish Leah Montoya at every opportunity. That’s why she stomped / walked to the nearest set of ropes and tossed her burden into a TWANGING gut-first landing on the rubber coated steel! A startled Montoya folded up around the strands, then bounced up ‘n over, landing flat on her back with the force of someone who’d just endured a particularly stiff Suplex.
Leah sat up at once, the cagey battler making a conscious effort to keep her shoulders elevated even when she was almost doubled up around her roiling gut. A short distance away, Veronica made minor adjustments to her own togs and plotted the next move. Deciding to take a page out big sister’s book, she strode up behind Leah and put her right hand atop the brunette’s head while the left cupped her jaw. “Go ahead and give any time you want, sugar.” Veronica leaned down and twisted, putting a great deal of rather unpleasant torque on the challenger’s neck.
“What do you say, Leah?” Nick tried not to cringe as the Head Vise put Montoya’s ear closer and closer to her shoulder. “Need to give it up?”
The Dark Star didn’t waste breath on words, but still managed to make her feelings perfectly clear with a middle finger she waggled ‘no, no, no!’
“That’s not nice.” Veronica smirked after another nasty twist. “He’s just trying to make sure I don’t pop your head off your shoulders. I could too. No one would hold it against me. Hell, Autumn would probably buy my drinks for the rest of OOFFFFHHH!” Leah twisted to one knee and stuffed an elbow into the pit of the champion’s stomach. Treymane shook it off, caught her breath and slid back into place on her opponent’s six. Didn’t last long though, she’d barely managed to apply another squeeze when Montoya gouged her right elbow into the blonde’s right thigh. “Knock it off, Daisy.” Veronica growled amidst another attempt to remove the Texan’s head from her shoulders. “Keep distracting me and I might accidentally put you on a stretchEERRRGHHH BYTCH!”
Leah twisted again only this time she worked her hand between the blonde’s thighs and squeezed her undercarriage with hateful relish. Somehow keeping her cool even as the brunette’s talons did their worst, Treymane released the Vise, knotted her hands in a Double Axehandle and raised ‘em up just long enough to THWHUMP a shot into the base of Leah’s neck. That got the clamp off her crotch and perhaps more importantly, dropped Leah’s hands limp at her side. Off to the ropes like a shot, Veronica bounced in with a full head of steam and came off that much faster. Closing fast, she drew a bead on the kneeling challenger and dropped onto her back while simultaneously THWHACKING her right foot into Montoya’s chin.
CEMENT SHOE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bERWMyavY9E
Caught square by the Cement Shoe, Leah toppled onto her back and offered minimal complaint when Veronica stuffed her shoulders into the pits of her knees. Sliding forward ’Ronnie folded the brunette into stern matchbook that kept her shoulders down for…
ONE…
TWO…
Leah stretched out with a violent kick and rolled onto her side with a full second to spare. Treymane didn’t bother to contend the count, she’d been making one in her head and Montoya beat it too. Not arguing with the official gave her a few extra precious seconds, meaning Leah was still trying to clear her head when the champion shoved her onto her tummy. Stretching out perpendicular across the cowgirl’s upper back, Veronica grabbed her rival’s right wrist and pulled it back far enough to Scissor between her thighs. The immobilization of that arm set off alarms in Leah’s head and she planted her left forearm against the mat while doing her best to keep it blocked by her own body.
“Good try, Daisy.” Treymane noted even as her mount started inching forward. “But if I want your arm, I’m going to have your arm.”
Montoya kept on inching closer to the ropes. Every bit of space she could eat up between now and the inevitable capture would prove invaluable. “You want it, asshole? You’re gonna have to take NNNNGGGHHH!”
Veronica grabbed a whole lotta hair, cranked her head backward and cuffed a Forearm against one cheek. “That doesn’t bother me in the slightest.” she said after another heavy shot. A woman of her word, Treymane kept pounding away at the challenger’s head, but damned if Montoya didn’t continue her agonizingly slow crawl to sanctuary. After fifteen seconds that felt like fifteen hours, Leah finally reached out with her left arm and hooked it over the bottom rope. “Get her off me, would you, Castle?” the Texan huffed. “Ronnie here may have fists like feathers, but she’s got an ass like a bank vauNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Treymane clambered into a rough mount, snatched a double handful of hair and then BWONKED Leah’s forehead off the canvas-sheathed plywood. “Enough of that, Veronica!” the senior official barked when Treymane made to repeat her latest tactic. “She’s got as much a right to the ropes as you, so get your hands out of her hair and back off.”
Willing to honor the letter of the law if not its spirit, Veronica dropped Montoya’s noggin and brushed off her palms without relinquishing her perch. Only the start of Castle’s five count got her moving and even then the Pinstripe Powerhouse held on just long enough to swat Leah’s defenseless rump. Then she was up and away, strolling confidently along the perimeter while the FAWNatics cheered her on.
Leah didn’t so much as hiss at the minor indignity visited upon her backside, she did however file it away for proper punishment when the moment was right. Rolling over onto her back, the vulnerable brunette took the middle rope in both hands and pulled / slid her way to a seat. Eyes locked on the strutting champion, Montoya ran a hand through her hair and took several deep breaths. The wanna-be gun moll was definitely better than the last time they’d wrestled, but the Dark Star sensed in Treymane a desire to prove herself that she could exploit.
“Pretty good shots you were layin’ down a little while ago, champ.” she called without getting up. “Didn’t picture you for something that gutless, though. Big sister suddenly decide to teach you how she survived on the inside?”
Veronica only snorted in derision. “Nice try, cowpoke. I didn’t need Rachel to tell me you’d run from a beating. Everyone in FAWN knows you’re gutless.”
“Says the bytch who pummeled me from behind while I was trying to reach the ropes. Did your parents have any children that weren’t crushing disappointm--”
Mention of her parents got Treymane moving in a way mere trash-talk never could and she crossed the squared circle in all of half a dozen long strides. She filled her hands with Montoya’s hair and might’ve snatched her bald on the spot if Leah hadn’t grabbed the champ’s waistband and pulled as hard as she could. Already bent down to collect her prey, Treymane was jerked off balance and TWANGED throat-first into the second strand!
Coughing and gagging as air was suddenly in short supply, the Dangerous Dame hurried to her feet only to be intercepted by Leah Montoya, who seemed much less rattled now that she had the advantage. “You’re sure talkin’ like your hot shyt all of the sudden.” the Lone Wolf cooed as she THWHUMPED her left knee across Treymane’s midriff. “But there’s a world of difference between actin’ tough when you’re the one doin’ the punching and actin’ tough when you’re the one gettin’ punched.”
Case in point, the challenger drew back her left hand, measured the angle and PWAAAAKED her flush in the cheek. Veronica’s head swiveled to one side and her knees shimmied so violently Montoya was certain they’d buckle at any moment. Imagine her irritation when the Neo-Noir Knockout steadied out and locked eyes with the brunette.
“Good shot, Daisy. Hope you’re ready to stand and exchange firERRGGGHH!”
Leah would’ve done so without complaint if there’d been no other option, thankfully that wasn’t the case and she quickly jabbed a thumb into Treymane’s right eye. Half blind and still more than a little short of breath, Veronica reeled back on her heels and THWHACK! Montoya exploded out of the ropes to land a scintillating Lariat across the blonde’s clavicle. Veronica landed flat and immediately sat up with both arms swaddling the back of her pounding skull.
LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gu8o91qMAEg
Enjoying herself too much to bother shaking the tingle out of her Lariat tossin’ arm, Montoya looped around behind the downed champion and broke into a run that led to the ropes directly in front of Treymane. Locked and loaded the instant she came off the ropes, Leah was almost beyond her prey when she dropped to a seat and THWHACKED her right forearm into Veronica’s exposed mug. Smeared across the mat for the second time in well under a minute, the blonde felt her legs floating up and did her best to keep them out of Leah’s grasp but the Lone Wolf hooked her behind one knee and pulled it that much closer to her chin. Diving into position beside blonde and brunette, Castle took half a heartbeat to check Treymane’s shoulders, then slapped off…
SLIDING LOW FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ojFJsDrB1k
ONE…
TWO…
The Dangerous Dame powered out at ‘TWO!’, proving she wasn’t about to let anyone proclaim her a one and done champion. Leah cast a glance in Nick’s direction more for form’s sake than any actual doubt in the man’s results. “Not bad, little sister.” she murmured while twining her fingers in Treymane’s golden locks. “Lets see how you hold when one or two stray shots turns into a full on stampede.”
Veronica was too stunned to answer, so the Texan scraped her off the mat and slung her into the ropes with an Irish Whip. T’was a short trip back to start and an even shorter trip to the mat as Montoya dipped at the waist and caught her around the thighs. Popping up on tiptoes in the blink of an eye, Leah whipped around in a half circle and dropped to her knees to THAWHUNK the champ with a Spinebuster. Treymane bounced up, rolled to one side and curled into a loose ball, clearly trying to keep her shoulders off the canvas even in the midst of serious punishment.
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBbhDP3tNVo
She needn’t have worried at that particular moment, seemed Leah was far more interested in collecting another rough handful of hair. “That first pin was just to make sure you weren’t gonna fold on me.” Montoya explained as she muscled the Neo-Noir Knockout to her feet. “Now that I know you won’t, we can have some real fun.” Leah’s ominous emphasis on ‘fun’ wasn’t lost on Treymane, alas she was in no condition to prevent the challenger from leading her over to the ropes.
“C’mon Leah, really?” Castle didn’t even bother to hide the exasperation in his voice once he saw the Texan drape Veronica’s arms over the top rope.
“Why Mr. Castle, whatever are you worried about? Your confidence in our world champion isn’t starting to waver, is it?” With that she pressed in against Treymane’s chest, reached over the ropes from the far side and took hold of the middle strand, which she promptly pulled up over the blonde’s arms.
The pressure in her shoulders and biceps succeeded in chasing the fog from Veronica’s mind, not that it did a damned thing to free herself from the challenger’s trap. “Should’ve known you’d pull something like this.” she grunted after struggling against the rubber-coated steel for several seconds. “The only time Leah Montoya will stand and fight is when she knows her opponent can’t hit back.”
“Oh, this ain’t a fight, sugar.” the brunette drawled. “This here’s nothin’ but a little test. And there ain’t no reason to get all worked up, we both know Castle’s gonna pull you loose just as soon as I--” she reared back like she was gonna clout Treymane with a backhand only to grab hold of the champ’s juggs and squeeeeeeeeeeze until her knuckles turned white.
Veronica gasped and stamped a foot against the mat but made no effort to call for help. After all, Montoya was right. Nick would force the break in a few sec--”OOOOWWWWW YOU BYTCH!” Treymane shrieked with hurt and embarrassment when Leah worked her fingers beneath the champion’s cups and went to work on her bounty with a pair of heartless pincers.
“Can’t submit in the ropes, sweetheart.” Montoya cooed as she worked the agonizing hold. “Well, you CAN but it won’t do anything except tell the world you aren’t worthy of that big gold belOOFFFFHHHH!”
Robbed of her arms for the moment, Treymane made the best of a bad situation by THWHUMPING the point of her left knee into the pit of the Texan’s stomach. Leah stumbled back, caught her breath almost at once and would’ve resumed her previous attack if Castle hadn’t stepped in. “Enough of that, Leah. Either get her out of the ropes or take a lap while I do it.” She glanced between champion and zebra, deliberating. After several seconds of thoughtful silence, Montoya muttered, “Oh hell, I’ll do it.” Nick nodded, stepped backward and cursed up a blue streak when the brunette twisted on one heel to TWHACK an undefended Super Kick against the Dangerous Dame’s chin!
Veronica snapped back hard enough to ‘twang’ her arms loose of the ropes, unfortunately the springy nature of the cables conspired to launch Treymane toward Leah, who greeted her with a short, rough Clothesline that sent her tumbling over the top rope! The FAWNatics cringed in anticipation of an ugly landing out on the floor, yet Veronica spared them (and herself) such unpleasantness by hooking an arm over the middle strand mid-descent. Her landing was hardly lovely, yet coming down on her knees on the apron was far better than a flat-out sprawl on the thinly-padded concrete below.
“Resilient, I’ll give you that much.” Montoya said from her perch on the other side of the ropes. “You California girls were always good for taking a beating.” “Guuuuhhhhh…. good at giving beatings too, Daisy.” Veronica groaned as she started to clamber her way to verticality. “You’ll figure that out when the EMT’s are pulling my boot from your asSNNNGGHH!”
Montoya grabbed her by the scruff of the neck, holding the blonde in place for a stiff Forearm Smash across the left ear. Her legs shimmied violently but still didn’t give out, much to Leah’s delight. “I’d love to tell you Vannacutt will have to wrench my boot from your overrated ass.” the Texan said as she slipped through the ropes behind her foe. “But what’s left when I’m done is gonna look more like a crater than… this.” Montoya flicked out her hand, ‘smacking’ the blonde’s glutes.
The Neo-Noir Knockout snarled and responded with a Back Elbow that fell just short of denting the challenger’s nose. Further stifling Treymane’s resistance with a heavy overhand Forearm Smash across the base of her neck, Leah stepped in close and looped her arms around Veronica’s waist. No taunts from the brunette now, she squeezed her prey a little tighter, then dropped her hips and bridged up, over and down to THWHUNK Treymane squarely on the back of her head and shoulders! The capacity crowd groaned in sympathetic anguish as Montoya’s German Suplex left Veronica matchbooked and helpless on the narrow ledge of apron.
APRON GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X6pptaa8JJk
Enjoying a little stretch following the punishing maneuver, Leah reached out, put a hand on her rival’s sweating flank and pushed just hard enough to send her toppling to the floor. Much happier now that she had the apron to herself, Montoya luxuriated for a little while longer before joining her wounded adversary on the floor. “What I did just there? I gave you an out, sugar.” the Lone Wolf noted even as she placed the sole of one boot on the small of Treymane’s back. “No one in this building would bat an eye if you didn’t pick your ass up in time to beat the count. Course if you choose the count out I’ll beat you bloody and put you through the Announce Table. So what’re you gonna do? Gonna pick your sorry ass up and lose that title? Or stay down and forfeit it from a hospital bed?”
Biting her tongue to keep from sobbing aloud, Treymane rolled onto her back, grabbed a handful of apron and dragged herself to a seat. “You’d be happy to win by count-out, wouldn’t you, Daisy? Well how about option three? That’s the one where I kick your shytheel ass right up between your shoulNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
The Dark Star flicked out a foot, pounding her heel into the center of the other woman’s forehead. Treymane grunted and collapsed to her elbows, but the impact had barely registered when Montoya cupped both ears and peeled her off the floor. “Not even to ten on the count yet.” Leah teased the defenseless champion. “Still all sorts of fun we can have out here before Castle makes us come inside.” Too woozy to offer a response either physical or verbal, Treymane could only stand there while Montoya snugged in on her left side and tossed the blonde’s arm across her shoulders. In the same instant she curled her right arm around Treymane’s hips and used her left hand to grab hold of opposing kneepad. Then she lifted Veronica onto her right shoulder presumably for a Backdrop Suplex, but instead she charged forward and BWUUUUNGED the Pinstripe Powerhouse crotch-first into the steel ring-post!
One such act of brazen barbarism would’ve been good enough for most women, alas, Leah wasn’t most women. Tightening her grip on Treymane until the worst of the shudders faded, Montoya pulled away from the scene of the crash and spun around once, twice, THWHUMP! The whole arena moaned when the challenger finally fell backward to complete a hellaciously augmented Backdrop Suplex. Veronica bounced, clutched her head and immediately rolled over onto her belly, presumably to save herself from a cover even though she was out on the floor.
BACKDROP SUPLEX ON THE FLOOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sLbXbGrNoVU
Whatever the champ’s motivations, it didn’t stop Montoya from hooking her at trunks and tresses and pulled her up as neat as you please. The count hit ‘SEVENTEEN!’ and apparently Leah hadn’t been entirely honest about letting the Dangerous Dame take a loss on the outside because she bustled the both of them over to the edge of the ring and stuffed Treymane under the bottom rope. Following her immediately thereafter, the challenger barrel-rolled her prey well clear of the ropes, then stretched out across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Veronica inched a shoulder off the mat with no more than a heartbeat to spare. Leah leaned back on her haunches and glared daggers at Nick. “What the hell was that, Castle? You take some of this little gangster’s ill-gotten gains to make sure her reign isn’t as shytty as her gimmick?”
“You’re the one who burned time getting her from the floor to the ring, Leah.” Nick answered with no hesitation whatsoever. “If you’d kept it clean maybe I’d be raising your hand right now.”
“You’ll be raising my hand one way or another, lawdog.” Montoya sneered. Shoveling Treymane onto her belly without so much as another word to the official, the Lone Wolf helped herself to the champ’s left ankle and folded her lower leg across the pit of her right knee in the unmistakable Figure of Four. From there she grabbed hold of Veronica’s right ankle, stepped over to that side and dropped to her tush, thus trapping the other woman’s left leg. Bracing her right foot against Treymane’s exposed left ankle, Leah rolled backward and pushed up with her right leg, a shift that wrenched most of Veronica’s body off the mat like she was caught in a Texas Cloverleaf. This wasn’t a Cloverleaf though, Montoya called it the Texas Chiropractic Massacre and it had broken stronger women than this paper champion for the better part of ten years.
TEXAS CHIROPRACTIC MASSACRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ORROflGLfQ
Wailing in pain as the challenger tried to snap her in half, Veronica reaaaaaaaaaaaaached for the ropes, then sank a hand into her hair and pulled as hard as she could when they proved out of reach. Leah saw these useless machinations and grinned. “Give it up, sugar. You’ve never been a match for me. Better to admit it now when the only thing it costs you is a big gold belt. Wait much longer and it might take a few years off your career.”
Castle didn’t think the situation was quite as dire as Montoya made it out to be, but he was of the mind that it could get that way in very short order if the suffering champion didn’t find a way out. “What do you say, Veronica?” he asked the grimacing blonde. “If you need me to call it, just say the word and I’ll--”
“NO!” Treymane practically screamed it despite the fact that her face was pressed against the canvas. “Don’t you dare, this isn’t oveERRRRGGGGGHH SSSSHHHHIIITTT!”
Leah rolled back a little farther (being careful to keep one shoulder off the canvas at all times) to put that much more pressure on her victim’s legs and back. “Course it’s over, darlin’. Everyone can see it but HEY NOW! DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT, AWW DAMMIT!”
Aware that the only way out was through, the Pinstripe Powerhouse choked off another scream and planted both hands against the mat. To the astonishment of the whole arena she puuuusssssshed her chest off the mat, a move that exacerbated the pressure on her spine almost threefold. Closer to tapping out than she’d ever admit to anyone, Treymane twisted right shoulder away from Leah’s body and sobbed with relief when she flopped out on back, the torque of the hold completely undone by the simple shift.
Of course her legs were still in Leah Montoya’s possession and the Texan had no intention of letting them go without a fight. Scrambling to boot-leather as Veronica mewled with hurt, Leah spread the blonde’s legs in a wide ‘V’, then took to the skies and kicked her own stems out straight. Gravity did the rest, bringing Montoya’s heels down on her opponent’s inner thighs with enough force to wrench them apart in a terrible Wishbone. Sat up straight by the Texas Spread, Veronica’s hands went from her back to her stems, meaning she was otherwise undefended when the brunette helped herself to a whole lotta hair.
“Done playing Shoot ‘Em Up with you, Ronnie’.” Montoya admitted as she scraped the beleaguered blonde off the mat. “Maybe we can pick it up again some other time, but first I wanna feel that leather and gold around my waist.” Drawing Veronica in close enough to kiss the tip of her nose (or spit in her eye, that seemed more likely) Leah hooked her left arm under Treymane’s right bicep, then mirrored the tactic on her left bicep. Lacing her fingers across Veronica’s chin, she wrenched her head back at a sharp angle, securing the Inverted Full Nelson. “Don’t worry about flaming out so hard, sugar.” Montoya cooed as she wrenched the hold back n’ forth. “The rest of FAWN may forget your name by tomorrow morning, but I never OOOOWWWWW LEGGO YOU CHEAP BYTCH!”
Leah’s hands had slipped ever so slightly south during the last several seconds, indeed just enough for the Dangerous Dame to chomp down on the challenger’s fingers. It damned sure wasn’t legal, as both Leah and Nick were quick to inform her, but Treymane knew she had a full count to work with, so she gnawed and chewed until--THERE! Leah let loose at ‘FOUR!’ and shoved Veronica away to save her digits any more punishment.
“Desperate bytch.” Montoya snarled while shaking the sting from her hands. “Just for that I’m gonna put my spurs back on before I stomp a mud hole in your ass.”
The Neo-Noir Knockout didn’t answer with words, at least not to start. Rather she raised both hands and offered the challenger two very appropriate fingers. “What’s the matter, shytheel? Can’t handle the rough stuff unless you’re swinging that cowbell? Kiss my ass.”
Stunned by the blonde’s gall, the Lone Wolf said, “Don’t need a cowbell to cave your head in, pussy.” Leah pounced, meaning to do just that, but the champ stepped back at the last second and pivoted on her right foot to bring her left knee THWHUNKING into the other woman’s forehead. Staggered, Montoya rocked back on her heels, working to steady her bal--THWHACK! Veronica stepped forward, did a little do-si-do twirl, then hopped off her left foot to slam the right one into the Texan’s jaw.
CHICAGO LIGHTNING @ 1:38
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XeI2eEI-9TY
The Chicago Lightning struck square and true, which made it all the more annoying when the gobsmacked battler didn’t leave her feet! Oh, she was weaving like a drunk and she took a knee more than once on her way back to the ropes, but she was still vertical when her back hit the strands and that infuriated the World Champion to no end. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Montoya bounced off the ropes with her right arm drawn back for a Lariat aimed squarely at Treymane’s ‘OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!’ Already on their feet to better observe the brutal slugfest, a great many of the assembled FAWNatics raised a hand to astonished mouths when the Dangerous Dame beat her rival to the draw with a short Lariat that damned near turned her inside out before depositing her on the mat in a loose limbed sprawl.
SPITEFUL LARIAT @ 3:52
www.youtube.com/watch?v=W9d_4Hzmtxk
Dropped to one knee by the force of her explosive counter, Veronica nodded to herself, brushed sweat-damp hair off her forehead and abruptly clamored to boot leather. Biting back the roar that wanted to boil forth, she stalked over to Montoya and proceeded to deliver Stomp after Stomp after Stomp to her exposed midsection. Leah covered up as best she could, but in the end the abuse didn’t stop until she managed to roll over onto her belly. “That’s right, Daisy. Turn turtle and crawl away.” Veronica hissed even as she plunged her hands into the brunette’s hair.
Hoisting her upright with a pair of strong tugs, Treymane plastered her rival across the mouth with a quick Forearm Smash and followed it up with a brisk left handed slap upside the head! A quick Low Kick to Montoya’s left shin was next, not that anyone had much time to register the impact before the Neo-Noir Knockout whipped around to administer a Backfist that THWHACKED Leah’s left cheek. Rocked yet again, Leah’s hands were damned near hanging at her sides when Treymane mowed her down with a Discus Lariat that hit almost as hard as her earlier effort.
DRIVE BY NIGHT FLURRY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=C0c8wv7uHDY
“Think I’ve almost taken your head off about three times now, Daisy.” Veronica huffed to the flattened fighter. “Bet you still think I’m fluke though, don’t ya? That you’re gonna pick yourself off that mat at any second and just kick my ass in front of all these people. Well I think it’s time I let you in on a little secret…” the Pinstripe Powerhouse bent down, grabbed hold of Leah’s shoulder straps and used ‘em to hoist the knock-kneed brunette to her feet. Jerking Montoya close like she was some mouthy punk in need of a stern talkin’ to, Veronica drew her in nose to nose and whispered, “The champ’s not a fluke. And neither are her Lariats.”
“Kuuuhhhh… kiss my ass, sugOOOFFFFHHHHH!”
Aware that Castle was ever so slightly out of position, Treymane snatched a handful of hair to cover up the fact that she also THWHUMPED her left knee into the Dark Star’s crotch. Wasn’t quite equal to a head shot from a damned cowbell, it was however quite satisfying and more importantly, it left Leah swaying helplessly in the middle of the squared circle. Breaking for the ropes before Castle could make any inquiries about Leah’s new set of pigeon toes, Veronica hit the rubber-coated steel, bounced off and returned with a THIRD Lariat! This one took Montoya flush on the jaw and she went down with such force she rolled over into a momentary headstand before slopping onto her tummy.
ONE MORE LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VcSN9XNWhe4
“LET THAT BE A LESSON!” Veronica bellowed to the fans and the women in the locker room after she’d regained her feet. “MY THOMPSON FIRES BLANKS! THE REAL FIREPOWER IS RIGHT HERE!” She raised her right arm and curled it in a brawny bicep flex that earned her pic of the night honors the next morning on FAWN.com.
Eyes on Montoya well before she stopped flexing, Treymane bent down, filled her hands with the cowgirl’s hair and hauled her to boot leather. The Toe Kick that followed was patently unnecessary considering Leah’s current pliability, but Veronica still had a score to settle and it did get her doubled over the tiniest bit faster. Slipping her arms under the other woman’s biceps, the Dangerous Dame locked her hands to secure the Double Underhook without forcing Leah’s head between her thighs or under an armpit. This looser application allowed her to turn to all four sides of the arena. Once she was satisfied she had their attention, Treymane looked out into the crowd and said, “Old school or new school, it doesn’t matter to me. Any Daisy that steps to me is gettin’ clipped HARD.”
With that the champ swung hard to the right, almost like she was going for a modified Neckbreaker. But instead of spinning all the way over she snapped back to the left and spun over from that angle, a veritable cyclone twist that wrenched both ladies off their feet and THAWHUNKED Leah down flat on her face as the first victim of a move Treymane dubbed the Daisy Cutter. Tumbling over in a slow motion sprawl in the wake of the vicious Double Arm DDT, the Dark Star offered absolutely no complaint when Veronica hooked the near leg and settled into a luxurious back press that lasted well through the…
DAISY CUTTER:
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Treymane smiled when the bell sounded and halved the cradle so that her right hand was free. Reaching down, she treated Leah’s glutes to a few possessive pats and murmured, “Now we’re even, Tex. Anytime you want your rubber match, I’m not hard to find.” That was about the time the Announcer confirmed the obvious. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
Sending Leah to the back of the line the instant she tossed her leg aside, Veronica took the big gold belt from Nick and tossed it over one shoulder before he raised her hand. The cheers that greeted her were thunderous and Veronica appreciated each and every one of them, yet her megawatt smile faded a bit when she noticed a cameraman zooming in for a suitable closing shot. A few steps put her in full frame and she pulled aside a little to display the World Title in all its glory.
“Take note, all you doubters out there. VanBuren & Associates is done. Generation Next is on notice. And the woman who tried to end my career before it got started? She’s cooling off in an unconscious heap behind me. Remember that before you use the ‘F-Word’ around me again. Because anyone who does is gonna end up just like Leah… maybe worse.”
Treymane winked, slapped the faceplate of her belt and stepped out of view, leaving the camera to linger on the wreckage of Leah Montoya until the broadcast faded to black.