Post by alyadmirer on Aug 12, 2016 22:24:45 GMT
The crowd was still coming down from the last round of ferocious fireworks when the Announcer stepped into the spotlight. “Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger, hailing from Manhattan Beach California, she stands at five foot one inch tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty-four and nine-tenths of a pound. She is FAWN‘s original bad girl, the catfighter‘s catfighter, a three-time former World and two-time former Tag Team champion…”
The lights dimmed and the fans dialed it down a few levels, their quiet the proverbial calm before the storm that always accompanied the Beach Cat‘s arrival. Their anticipation ratcheted that much higher when Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’ erupted from the speakers, the unmistakable sound of Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tearing the air itself.
“Ladies and gentlemen, she is the LEGEND, THE ICONOCLAST, THE KILLER IMP HERSELF… CHHHRRRIIISSSYYY DAAANNNIIIEEELLL!!!!!”
CHRISSY DANIEL:
A cannonade of pyro exploded from the rafters in time with the thunderous drum roll, their fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light. When it faded Chrissy Daniel stood atop the ramp. hands on her hips, she turned her head to scan the crowd, the corners of her mouth upturned into a smugly mischievous smile.
Raising her hands overhead, Chrissy made as if to wave at the FAWNatics before turning it into a set of double birds which in turn segued into strapping an invisible belt around her sturdy waist. More than ready to feel the luxurious weight of leather and gold on her hips again, Daniel started down the aisle, her hips swiveling with every self-assured step. For her first encounter with the overgrown throwback, the Imp wore a shiny leather two piece, somewhere between silver and black with copious amounts of fringe—at the hips, covering the crotch and bum, from the strap of the top across her back and particularly from her bosom, extending virtually to her waist, but still offering an excellent view of infernal midsection. The fringe also featured on her kneepads, all but obscuring her brown boots. Taking the stairs at a slow stalk, Daniel slipped through the strands after a tawdry waggle of her hips. Once inside the squared circle she flipped her lustrous hair back with one hand, then threw a few shadow jabs en route to her corner.
Ascending the ropes to better disparage the troglodytes and sub-humanoids, Chrissy glared into a nearby camera and said, “Just cuz this putz LOOKS old school doesn’t mean she’s been through the wars I have! Truth is she’s nothing but a wet behind the ears bytch and I’m gonna make her bow down to the one FAWN original that still DESERVES a spot in the Main Event! You better hope they broadcast the whole match in black and white, ‘Ronnie. Cuz it’s gonna get bloody!”
The boos told her the crowd didn’t like or didn’t believe what she was peddling, not that the Imp gave a damn. Dropping from corner to canvas with a sturdy little ‘thwham’ she backed across the ring on a diagonal to settle in against the corner offering the best vantage on the champion’s approach.
While senior official Nick Castle set about checking Chrissy‘s boots and pads, 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 Treymane Gang greeted their heroine with a boisterous roar. 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 Red, White & Bruised throng. Sheathed 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 called, “YOU READY FOR SOME REAL FIREWORKS, YOUSE MUGS? THEN LETS GO STOMP AN IMP!” She drew 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 with one of the most tenacious and terrible FAWN originals, 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.
Honed in on the Beach Cat slinking around on the far side of the ring, 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 Nick, who treated them with the proper reverence. Still wearing the belt, Treymane strode to the middle of the ring and undid her prize. Holding it overhead, she asked, “You want it, Imp? Come and get it.” Chrissy feigned doing just that, but when Veronica didn’t flinch she settled back against the buckles. Matching the blonde’s smirk with one of her own, Treymane tossed the strap to Castle and headed to the opposite corner to await the opening bell.
Lets be clear on one thing. Chrissy Daniel had no particular love for Portia Ophelia VanBuren. She’d gone to war with Fortune’s Favorite more than once over the course of the last fifteen years and win or loss, she’d always taken great joy in putting hard miles on that slender blonde chassis. And yet the Imp often found herself rooting for her fellow FAWN original, especially in her battles against the so-called ‘New Generation’. Chrissy’d felt a surprising pang of disappointment when Baby coughed up the belt to Treymane a couple months back and she’d been downright incensed when that ingrate Suguitan tried to cave in VanBuren’s skull earlier in the evening. Watching the ambulance (no longer driven by that delusional second banana, thankfully) haul the former World Champion away, Daniel vowed then and there to dismantle Treymane not just to claim another run with the big gold belt, but to remind people that new school or old, the Killer Imp still ran FAWN with an iron fist. So when the bell sounded she stamped out of her corner and promptly claimed the center of the ring for herself, just as she’d done night after night since this place first opened its doors.
“Don’t waste my time, putz!” Chrissy held up her wrist and tapped an invisible watch. “I’ve got a record to break and real wrestlers to defend the title against!”
Veronica arched an eyebrow, but did as the challenger commanded, cutting the distance between them to mere inches after a few long strides. While certainly aware of the veteran’s capabilities, Treymane wasn’t going to let the slight go unanswered, especially when the chick delivering it stood a good six inches shorter. “What’s the matter, Daisy? I’m not real enough for you? Maybe if I got down on one knee you’d be more comfortable?”
Daniel scoffed, chested in to the taller blonde forcefully enough to knock her back a half step. “You’re gonna be down on BOTH knees before I get done with you, Treymane.” She raised her right hand, curled into a claw and waggled it just over the Dangerous Dame’s head. “Now get your hands up so I can show these people just what a paper champion looks like.”
Veronica couldn’t keep the smirk off her face. “All right shrimp, whatever you OOOFFFHHH!”
She’d gone to meet Chrissy’s challenge and when she did the diminutive devil grabbed hold of her hip and THWHUMPED a Headbutt into Veronica’s navel. Treymane ‘oofffhhed’ shook her way free of the other blonde’s grasp and started to back up, but Daniel only palmed her other hip and reeled her into another breath-stealing Headbutt. Sturdy as they were the shots weren’t quite enough to double Veronica over, so Chrissy reached up, laced her hands behind the champ’s ears and pulled her down so that the point of her chin was snugged against the crown of Daniel’s skull. Then she hopped up and dropped to her knees to set Treymane back on her heels with a textbook Jawbreaker.
Veronica reeled but still didn’t go down, so Chrissy closed in and wrapped her arms around the Neo-Noir Knockout’s upper thighs. Showing power that still surprised even after all this time, Chrissy muscled Veronica off her feet and held her there long enough to let the champ shake out a worried, ‘no, no, no!’ Didn’t do any good of course, Daniel only took a couple steps forward and sank to one knee, thus THWHUMPING her foe’s crotch courtesy of an Inverted Atomic Drop. Veronica ‘eeped’ and stumbled clear of Chrissy’s posted knee with both hands wedged between her thighs.
The Imp ‘framed’ the shot between the thumb and index fingers of both hands, then whirled around and hit the ropes to come back even faster than she’d left. The stunned champion heard her coming, looked up and paid for it in the form of a brawny Clothesline that caught her flush across the chest. Treymane finally went down, but bounced to a seat almost as soon as her back touched the canvas. Chrissy had anticipated just such a reaction however and had planned accordingly, meaning there was no wasted movement when she drew back a foot and kicked the bigger blonde square between the shoulders!
“NNNNNGGGHHH! ARRRRRHHHH!” Veronica’s hurt came in two parts, as arching her back in the wake of the damned kick gave Chrissy an easy shot at her chest, which the challenger took in the form of a sharply angled Knife-Edge Chop!
“What’s the matter, having a hard time getting out of the blocks, champ?” Daniel scoffed as the seated battler divided her attention between various aches. “Here’s an idea, why don’t you quit now and leave all this tough wrestling stuff to, you know, an actual wrestler?”
Any answer that Treymane might’ve offered reached an abrupt end when Chrissy grabbed her shoulders and forced her to the mat again. Careful to jerk the younger woman’s arms away from her torso (the Imp wanted a clean shot) Chrissy hopped up in place twice, then sprang into a high vertical leap and crunched herself into a squashed ‘C’ shape. Stretching out full length an instant before impact, she THWHAMMED down across Treymane’s chest and grinned like a cat when the big blonde’s legs flew into the air. “I’ll take that, thank you.” Daniel snatched the near leg out of the aether and pulled Veronica’s knee almost up to her chin, all the better to keep her smeared across the canvas while Nick counted…
ONE..
TWO…
The Pinstripe Powerhouse shot a shoulder up so emphatically it was practically a European Uppercut, at least that’s what it felt like to Daniel when the putz’s bicep hit her chin. “Alright, so you’re made of STURDY paper.” Chrissy muttered after a quick trio of punches to the forehead had quelled Veronica’s thoughts of an early jailbreak. “Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna fold you into an airplane and glide you into the dustbin of history. Or maybe I’ll just shred ya into tiny, putzy pieces.”
Having noted her various options, Daniel plunged her hands into Veronica’s hair and dragged her off the mat with several rough jerks. Transitioning to a Wristlock got Castle off her back and allowed the challenger to hurl her opponent into the corner on the far side of the ring with a wholly-satisfying BWUUUNG! A quick jog to the opposite corner transformed into a flat out sprint once the former World Champion pulled an about-face and went straight for her breathless adversary.
Startled and more than a little worried by the veteran’s ferocious start, the Treymane Gang shouted for their leader to get clear ASAP, but Veronica was still shaking off the flurry of blows and she couldn’t muster an escape plan before Chrissy took to the skies and swiveled her head with a Leaping Elbow Smash that THWACKED her upside the head. Veronica sagged with her butt against the middle turnbuckle, certainly vulnerable yet still far more upright than Daniel would’ve preferred.
“Don’t cry, Putz.” Chrissy snatched hold of her rival’s hair, tugged her head back and patted her cheek in supremely condescending fashion. “Wait until they put the belt around my waist. THEN you can burst into tears.” A hard slap dimmed the fire that blazed in Treymane’s eyes, leaving the Killer Imp to wheel around and head back to the far side of the ring. Mounting the second turnbuckle once she arrived, Chrissy offered the crowd a double bicep flex and strapped an invisible belt around her midsection.
“Get ready losers!” she shouted to everyone who could hear. “Tonight FAWN crowns its first four time World Champion!”
Thunderous boos meant Chrissy was doing her job, which meant she was all smiles when she dropped from the corner and started down her own back-trail for the second time in as many minutes. Picking up speed with every step, the gray-clad powerhouse left her feet and stretched her arms wide for an Avalanche Splash that THA-WHUMP! Veronica exploded off the buckles, lowered her left shoulder and turned Chrissy inside out with a Spear that had the whole arena roaring its approval!
Planted on her knees beside the prostrate Imp, Treymane reared back on her haunches and bellowed a damned good impression of Autumn Sammain to boot. Didn’t go for a cover, however. Hard as the counter hit, Veronica knew it’d take more than one big shot to deal with a multi-time World Champion. With that in mind she snagged Daniel by the nape of the neck and hauled her to boot-leather before switching over to a Wristlock.
“Ya got pretty good firepower for a Derringer, sweetheart.” the Pinstripe Powerhouse jerked Chrissy into a Kneelift that landed flush across her tummy. “But how do you hold up when you’re taking fire?”
“Thuuu…. think I’m doing pretty well so far, putzWHOOOAHHNNNNGGHH!”
Treymane put her free hand between Chrissy’s shoulders and pushed like she was going to toss her into the corner on the other side of the ring. but instead of letting go she wheeled around in a half circle and launched the challenger at the posts on their six! Burning through her truncated runway in the blink of an eye, Daniel BWUUUNGED sternum-first into the top turnbuckle and immediately pin-balled out with both arms crossed over her chest. Chrissy was still stumbling along on leftover momentum when Treymane spun her around, captured a wrist and sent her on her way with another Irish Whip. This time she did manage to turn around, not that it meant much for her general condition other than ensure her back took the brunt of the impac-THAWHAP!
Unaware of the champ’s presence until a heartbeat after she hit the corner, Chrissy ‘uuunnnngggghed!’ in breathless agony as the champion crushed her between a rock and a hard(body) place. Veronica grabbed hold of the top ropes to hold herself in place the tiniest bit longer, just to make sure there was no doubt Daniel felt the unmistakable presence of tummy on tits. Then she dropped to the mat, hooked the smaller woman’s arms over the top rope and mounted the second strand all In the span of perhaps two seconds. Making absolutely no effort to conceal the huge handful o’ hair she grabbed, Veronica tugged Chrissy’s noggin from side to side as she addressed the crowd.
“Unleashing the Thompson on this Daisy would be nothing but a waste of bullets! Thankfully I got all the hot lead I need right here!”
Said firepower turned out to be her other hand, which she’d curled into a white-knuckled fist during that last announcement. Sufficiently armed, she set her sites on the Beach Cat and riddled her with a flurry of punches gleefully tolled by the FAWNatics. ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!’
Treymane threw her hands up to accept the cheers of the sold out crowd but hopped down immediately after so as not to draw the ire of the official. It must’ve worked because Castle offered no complaint when the Pinstripe Powerhouse thrust a shoulder into her opponent’s tummy and boosted her into a seat on the top rope. A quick return to her previous perch on the second strand offered Veronica all the platform she needed to draw the smaller blonde across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. “You’re not afraid of heights, are you Daisy?” Treymane asked as she braced her right foot on the top turnbuckle.
Chrissy shook her head, either to answer the question or possibly to protest her situation. “Enjoy it while you can, bytch.” Daniel huffed. “I’m gonna use you like a scratching post when I WAAUUNNNGGHH!”
Veronica boosted herself all the way up, then pushed off and dropped backward to THAHWHAM Chrissy into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a thunderous Samoan Drop! Bounced to a seat while Chrissy was left in a flattened starfish, Veronica blew some invisible smoke off the barrel of one finger gun, then swiveled around and stretched out across her foe’s midsection. Hooking the far leg tight, she pulled the limb tight for…
AVALANCHE SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jERy8d1nsTY
ONE…
TWO…
Chrissy pulled free and rolled onto her side, not quite simultaneous with ‘TWO’ but not close enough to ‘THREE’ to qualify as a near-fall.
The escape didn’t bother Treymane at all. In truth she wouldn’t have attempted a cover at all if she wasn’t certain her older sister (and quite possibly Sue Burlingame) would’ve kicked her ass for not even trying. So she had and Daniel kicked out. That was fine, she wasn’t done getting even for those earlier cheap shots.
“C’mon short-stuff, time to sit up.” Veronica noted even as she hauled Daniel to a slumped seat. Sliding in behind, the big blonde wrapped her legs around Chrissy’s waist and pushed up on her hands to add even more pressure when she squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed down on the Bodyscissors. Daniel groaned in shock & pain, her hands tugging at her own hair to distract from the worst of the pain.
“How are you doing, Chrissy?” Castle asked once the challenger had endured the grinding pressure for the better part of ten seconds. “Need me to call for the bell?”
The Beach Cat regarded him with a look of incredulous disdain. “Why the hell would you do that? I’m loving this little putz’s impression of a ScissRRRGGGGGHHH!”
Treymane locked her ankles and rocked her hips up n’ down, up n’ down. That increase in pressure got Chrissy’s hands out of her hair and set to slapping at the champ’s knees in a futile attempt to pop the lock. “I’d watch my mouth if I were you, Daisy.” Veronica taunted in between constrictions. “Considering that you barely come up to my hip, these Scissors might just cut you in halfNNNNGGGHH!”
Daniel raised her arms high, then brought them down and in, the diminutive devil jamming the points of her elbows into her opponent’s inner thighs. A second set of blows connected near Treymane’s knees and loosened the gammy grip just enough for Chrissy to work her elbows down into the Scissors. “Beat a metric f*ck ton of chicks taller and badder than you, ‘Ronnie.” Daniel huffed as she set about prizing her foe’s legs open. “Beat harder Scissors too. So I’ll run my mouth however I f*cking wanNNEERRGHH!”
The Dangerous Dame dropped to her tush, thus freeing her arms for the Elbow Smashes she laid across the base of the challenger’s neck in a snappy set of three. That got Chrissy’s hands up to protect her aching neck, which she did for all of two seconds before Treymane forced her arms almost straight up thanks to a Full Nelson. “Does it feel like an impression now, Daisy?” Veronica asked after she’d resumed pressure on both holds. “Take your time, I figure you’ve never inspected your tits from this angle before.”
Chrissy growled, tensed her arms and puuuuuussssshed her head back with all her strength but couldn’t free her chin from the shallows of her own décolletage. When no answer drifted her way, Treymane pulsed the Scissors and jolted the Nelson that much harder. “Give it up, Imp. Don’t make me smother you out with your own OW! OOWWW! HAIR! DAMMIT NICK, HAIR!”
Chrissy had indeed snatched a huge double handful of hair and set about liberating it from the champion’s scalp. It probably would’ve worked if the referee wasn’t right on top of the action. As it was, Chrissy worked it until ‘FOUR!’ then released with a grudging sneer. “So you’re what passes for a World Champion now?” Daniel wriggled her torso and rolled her shoulders, a cagey attempt to microadjust herself into better position without attracting the younger woman’s notice. “They really will let anyone in, won’t they? I mean I may hate Shea London more than life itself, but at least that scrawny bytch can endure a hair-pull without sobbing for the refereWHOOANNNNNNGGGGHH!”
In no particular mood to listen to Chrissy’s reminiscences, Treymane rolled onto her back, squeezed the Scissors a little bit tighter and kicked back to a seat to THWHUMP Chrissy’s backside into the mat with a Keister Bounce! Still hooked in tight even after the butt-bouncing impact, Veronica ground the Scissors a little tighter and jostled Chrissy’s head a little harder. “Who’s sobbing for the referee, half pint? Sure sounded like your stumpy little feet beating against the canvas!”
The Nelson prevented Chrissy from shaking her head, so she hooked her hands into claws and grabbed hold of the champ’s hair even though she knew Castle would start bytching sooner than later. “Not a bad squeeze, putz.” Daniel wheezed. “No do yourself a favor and let me go before I scalp you on the spoWHOOOAAAANNNNNGGGHH!”
Hair-pull be damned, Veronica dropped onto her back, popped her hips and PLANTED Daniel’s tush with another Keister Bounce! “Hair’ll grow back, Impy.” Treymane taunted after the ref’s count forced Chrissy to free her hair. “Your ribs, however. Those will take a LOT longer to heal!” She squeeeeeeeeeeeezed Daniel’s midsection until the challenger wheezed, then did her best to put a divot in the mat with nothing but blonde backside.
After several more seconds of oxygen deprivation yielded no howls of submission from her prey, the Pinstripe Powerhouse jostled her Scissors and asked, “Ready to give it up, Chrissy? Or do you want to keep wriggling?”
“Oh, I haven’t even started to wriggle, putz.” Daniel snarled. “When I do you won’t be able to breathHOOOAAAHH!”
Veronica released the Full Nelson but maintained the Bodyscissors and rolled onto her tummy, which in turn tumbled Chrissy onto her back. Folded into an impromptu Matchbook, the Killer Imp kicked her legs wildly while Castle counted…
ONE…
TWO…
She bucked loose and tumbled onto her side with shortly after ‘TWO!’ The pain in her neck and ribs made Chrissy wanna curl up and suck wind for several seconds, but she wasn’t about to turn turtle when this big bytch was breathing down her neck. So she clenched her teeth, ‘smacked’ her hands against the mat and began crawling toward the ropes. A much needed break on the floor was only inches away when Treymane snatched hold of her ankles.
“Get back here, baby!” Veronica chuckled. “The ass whoopin’ is back this NNNGGGHHH!”
Daniel wrenched one foot loose and jammed her heel into the champion’s shin. Another kick freed Chrissy entirely, but rather than slide under the bottom rope she scrambled to a seat and hooked an arm over the middle strand. “Back her off, Castle!” the Beach Cat growled. “That bytch has been cheating since the opening bell and I’m sick of it!”
Veronica, who’d been rubbing her tingling shin, looked up and snorted derisively. “Seriously? You took your first cheap shot ten seconds after the bell rang. Don’t start bytching because you can’t hang in a fair fight.”
The diminutive devil rolled her eyes, raised a hand and flipped the champ the bird. “Piss off, putz. You can’t hang with me. That’s why you’re hiding over there even when I’m down in the ropes!”
Veronica shook her head in disgust. “Seriously? You JUST told the referee to keep me back because you were afraid of getting your ass kicked!”
“Oh bullshyt! I just wanted to stop you from cheating long enough to catch my breath! You think you’re tough enough to take me out? Come over here and--”
Veronica took her up on the offer, coming across the squared circle at top speed to snatch a handful of the challenger’s hair. “Called your bluff, Daisy. Now you’re gonna get UUUNNNNGUUUHHHRRRK!” Daniel countered the hair-pull with a handful of tights, twisted to one side and jerked Treymane forward and down to TWANG her throat-first across the second strand!
Coughing and rasping as she tried to get air down her pinched windpipe, Veronica scrambled to her feet and backpedaled toward the center of the… or not. Much more eager to engage now that Veronica was fighting for breath, Daniel grabbed a double handful of hair and marched her back to the rubber-coated steel. “What did I tell you? What did I tell you, huh?” Chrissy forced Treymane’s face against the top rope and draaaaaaaaaaagged her back n’ forth along a distance of perhaps a foot. “You can’t hang with me! You don’t belong in my ring! Hell, you shouldn’t even breathe my air!”
As if to emphasize this point, Daniel climbed onto the second rope to Treymane’s left, then angled her right leg up n’ across the base of her opponent’s neck, all the better to throttle her adversary against the top rope. Veronica thrashed, grabbed hold of the ropes and tried to pull her neck clear. No such luck, Chrissy just bounced that much harder, forcing the champ to gag and flail until the referee hurried over and ordered, “Off the ropes, Chrissy! C’mon, you know better than that!”
Daniel did, she also knew exactly how long it’d take Castle to start his count so she grrrrroound her shin into the nape of Treymane’s neck and just batted her eyes until he reached ‘FOUR!’ Pulling her leg clear a heartbeat shy of disqualification, Daniel turned the Dangerous Dame around in a half circle, then slapped on a Side Headlock and leapt off the ropes to THWHUNK Treymane’s forehead into the mat! The Springboard Bulldog would’ve left most women stretched out flat on their face, Veronica however bounced to all fours and started to shift in a way the Beach Cat didn’t like much at all. Not about to let the younger blonde get her feet back after she’d worked so hard to ground her, Chrissy hauled Treymane up into a Front Facelock and immediately dropped onto her back to THUNK the crown of her skull with an Evenflow DDT.
EVENFLOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQjO4Itzp-s
Veronica impersonated a tent peg for a heartbeat or two before tumbling onto her back in a splay-limbed starfish she didn’t even get to appreciate before Chrissy ruined it with a gaudy Crossbody. Displeased though he was with the rope abuse, Castle didn’t miss a beat when it came time to drop to one knee for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Veronica kicked loose and sat up almost simultaneous with ‘TWO!’, much to Chrissy’s disgust. “What’s with that slow count, putz?” the challenger demanded of the zebra. “You trying to pad the odds for this gangly loser?”
Nick didn’t rise to the bait. “Focus on the match, Chrissy. Keep up the pressure and the count won’t matter, will it?”
Daniel eyed him thoughtfully. “That’s probably the smartest thing you’ve ever said, Castle.” Twining her fingers in the other blonde’s hair, Chrissy peeled her opponent off the mat, dipped a shoulder and muscled her into a Foreman’s Carry. “Ooooohhhh, she’s so big and strong, isn’t she?” Daniel taunted the FAWNatics as she strolled around the ring with the champ reduced to little more than a backpack. “What? You mean all these muscles aren’t doing anything for her? Guess I should just put her down!”
With that she wheeled toward a corner on the far side of the ring, raced across the halfway point and dove into a somersault with the champ still stacked on her shoulders! Impressive as it was, it got even more noteworthy when Daniel rolled through the landing and powered back to boot leather with the Dangerous Dame in tow. Almost to the corner now, Chrissy slung her burden to her right shoulder and charged the rest of the way, all the better to BWUUUNG Treymane against the buckles.
ROLLING FIREMAN'S CARRY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=89obNmQR6OA
Veronica ‘oooofffffhed’ and slid into a woozy seat in the corner, so Daniel grabbed the middle rope on either side and thum-thum-thum-thum-THUMPED her tummy with half a dozen Shoulderblocks. The last of this gut-churning assault dropped Veronica to her tush, allowing the challenger a moment to mop the hair off her forehead and catch a deep breath. “When are you putz’s going to learn? It’s not about being big or strong or fast or even smart. Longevity in this game is measured by one’s ability to adapt. That’s why I’m about to be World Champion again and you’re about to kiss my boot.”
Treymane wanted to tell her that there was no way that shyt was gonna fly, problem was oxygen was still at a premium and even if it wasn’t Chrissy’s boot scraaaaaaaaaping across her face made anything other than garbled wailing impossible.
“All right Chrissy, that’s enough!” Castle was quick to close in on the action when it became apparent that Daniel meant to ruin the champ’s pretty features with the abrasive abuse.
The Killer Imp was kind enough to spare him a glance, though Nick noted that she made no effort to stop grinding the boot laces across Veronica’s eyes. “I’m sorry, Castle. Did I miss the count? I don’t THINK I did, but I can be forgetful when I’m wrecking a bytch.”
The ref hadn’t made a count, so rather than waste any more time arguing with the blonde, he just barked out, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Chrissy cleared off, turned around and ‘flicked’ her bottoms into place without so much as a word of complaint. Strutting along the ropes directly to Veronica’s left, Daniel reached the next corner, then wheeled around and raced back the way she’d came. The cry of the crowd gave Nick just enough time to clear off, Treymane however was still sitting slumped in the buckles when the challenger THWHACKED her across the side of the face with a savage Low Boot!
RUNNING LOW BOOT IN THE CORNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NlSbMhYWROk
Draped in the ropes after the brutal strike, Chrissy let one hand hang over the strands while the other shaded her eyes against the overhead lights. “Anybody see where her face went?” she asked everyone within the sound of her voice. “Ronnie might need that back so they can identify her by something other than dental records!” The FAWNatics responded with heavy boos, which Chrissy countered with a pair of middle fingers. After that she pulled herself out of the ropes and hauled Treymane up with a double handful of hair. “Damn putz, you’re tougher than I thought!” Daniel noted as she looped an arm around her head for a Front Facelock. “Can’t believe you’re even still moving, what with your face somewhere out there in the upper deck!”
Swinging around so her back was to the buckles, Chrissy clambered onto the middle rope, then reached down and helped herself to a whole lotta the champ’s pinstriped togs. “C’mon up, putz. Get to climbing or I’ll pull your waistband over your head!” Veronica didn’t much want to, but the sting and burn of the wedgie proved too difficult to ignore so she did as bade. Once on the middle rope she balled her left hand into a fist and started pounding punches into the challenger’s midsection.
The Beach Cat took the punishment without complaint, choosing instead to redouble her efforts on the wedgie. That in conjunction with a single violent yank hoisted Treymane offa her perch so that she was hanging suspended parallel above the canvas. In the same instant Chrissy pushed off the corner and dropped onto her back to THAWHUNK the Dangerous Dame’s forehead to the mat with a sick Avalanche DDT. Treymane jolted up and tumbled onto her side, where she stayed until Daniel pulled her onto her back and hooked the far leg. Her other hand palmed Veronica’s cheek and pushed her head to one side, forcing the champ to look out at the crowd while Castle counted…
AVALANCHE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hu1rWbS7dxU
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Veronica shoved her loose and rolled onto her belly. Chrissy leaned back on her haunches, glared at Castle and smacked her palms together one, two, three. “C’mon Castle, this putz was done! Stop wasting my time and give me the damned belt!”
Nick was nonplussed. “You want the belt, Chrissy? Pin her for three seconds or make her submit.”
“Oh, you want her to submit? Fine! Get out your earplugs, asshole. It’s about to get loud!” Shifting her focus back to the downed blonde, Daniel grabbed hold at wrist and ankle and draaaaaaaaaaaagged her out into the middle of the ring. From there she shuffled around to Treymane’s feet and tucked her boots under her armpits. Hands locked, Chrissy pulled Veronica up onto her shoulders and slowly rolled her onto her belly. Stepping over the prone battler, Daniel dropped into a deep crouch that put her backside only inches above the small of Treymane’s back. Understandably stunned after the huge DDT, Veronica’s head cleared scant seconds after the Boston Crab sent anguish racing up and down her spine.
BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=McsUYAd0tMQ
“Ask her!” Chrissy bounced up n’ down, enjoying the groans and moans that escaped from her struggling adversary. “Ask her or I’ll fold her in half!”
Castle was already in position, down on one knee to better check on the champ. “How are you doing, Veronica? Need me to call for the bell?”
“No!” the Dangerous Dame rasped. “I’m not just gonna hand over the World Title to a Daisy who’s shtick is older than my gimmMEEERRRRGGGGHHHH!”
The Beach Cat sat down hard and now her butt was snugged into the hollow of her blonde’s back. “Of course YOU’RE not gonna hand the title to me, putz! You’ll be too busy bawling while the medics shovel you onto the stretcher! Castle here will hand me the title and he’ll do it with a smile!”
The ref didn’t answer and neither did Treymane, the former was too focused on the action and the latter was trying to keep the pain from overwhelming her senses. When she thought the worst of it was under control, she braced her forearms against the mat and pushed up until she was able to shift onto her palms. The FAWNatics saw what she was trying to do and started to clap / cheer in an attempt to bolster her efforts. Chrissy noted the noise and scoffed accordingly. “Really? You think that noise is gonna be enough to keep her toes from touching her ears? Puh-lease! This putz is gonna fold faster than Shea London on laundry daWHOAAHH! KNOCK THAT SHYT OFF, PUTZ!”
The Imp had thought her mount more than secure enough to keep Treymane glued in place, so she was more than a little surprised when the big blonde pushed up that much farther and started dragging her way across the mat. The distance shrank faster than Veronica had expected, but not as fast as she’d dared hope. As it was it still took her nearly thirty torturous seconds to throw her left arm over the bottom rope. “Break!” she called as soon as the strand was in her possession. “Break the hold, shrimp! I’m in the ropPPPERRRGGGGHHHH!”
Chrissy tossed Treymane’s legs aside to end the Crab, but instead of backing off to catch her breath she planted one foot on her foe’s butt and the other on the back of her head. Holding onto the top rope to steady her balance, Chrissy stom-stom-stom-stom-STOMPED on the champion’s noggin until Castle reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Skipping clear of her groaning doormat, Daniel scuffed some invisible dirt over Veronica’s shuddering frame, then sauntered over to the nearest corner. Back to the buckles, the Beach Cat sank into a deep crouch and beckoned her prey to rise. “On your feet, putz.” she cooed. “You’ve delayed my coronation long enough. So stand up and come get your ass whoopin’.”
Veronica didn’t hear the demand over the sound of the fans (not to mention the pounding in her ears) but her own innate tenacity had her grabbing the ropes to clamber back to verticality before Castle reached ‘SIX!’ on the standing ten count. Back to Chrissy, Veronica slouched in the ropes and tried to will the worst of the kinks and strains from her spine. Eventually the tone of the crowd’s roar caught her attention and rather than turn around, Treymane flicked her eyes toward the FAWN’tron. Sure enough, Chrissy was locked and loaded directly behind her. Voicing a groan that was only slightly exaggerated, Veronica swung around and stepped back even as Daniel launched herself from the corner at top speed. Coming in low and fast, Chrissy launched off her back foot for a vengeful Spear that THWHACK!
Treymane caught her in the face with huge Toe Kick that stopped the former champ in her tracks. Or perhaps stop was the wrong word because Daniel certainly didn’t freeze in place, rather she reversed course, stumbling and skidding along the ropes as she tried to regain her balance. Chrissy was still looking pretty ramshackle when Veronica grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around into another Toe Kick, this one to the pit of her stomach. A double handful of hair helped the Pinstripe Powerhouse snug Daniel into a Standing Headscissors and an equally brawny Waistlock around the challenger’s hips made Chrissy wasn’t going anywhere except up, up, up onto the point of her opponent’s shoulder.
Canadian Backbreaker cinched in tight, Treymane backed away from the ropes and set off on a journey where every step was designed to bend Chrissy’s spine just a little bit farther. “Sounds like you’re getting warmed up, girlie.” the champ noted of her burden’s grunts and groans. “You gettin’ ready to graduate from Daisy to Canary?”
Chrissy shook her head ‘no’, more for Castle’s official query than Treymane’s stupid ass taunt. “You ain’t big OR bad enough to get a submission out of me, putzZEERRRGGGAHHHH FAAHK LEGGOOOOOOOO!” Veronica did no such thing, choosing instead to continue her current course of action which entailed a series of deeeeeeeeep squats in the center of the ring.
Doing his best not to cringe over the gawdawful angle of Daniel’s spine, Nick patted her on the shoulder and repeated his earlier question. “What do you say, Chrissy? If you can’t continue I’ll have to call for the bell. Can you go on?”
The words were barely out of this mouth when the Killer Imp reached up with her left hand and plunged it into Treymane’s flaxen locks. “LET GO, PUTZ!” Chrissy shrieked over the sound of Veronica’s distressed wails. “PUT ME DOWN OR I’LL RIP THIS OFF AND FEED IT TO YOWHOOAAAAHHHNNNNNNGGHHHH!”
OVER THE SHOULDER STUN GUN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iW10BoY1n2U
Granting the other blonde’s wish in the most unpleasant way imaginable, Veronica clambered to the edge of the ring and slung her foe down into a gut-first landing over the top tope. Daniel folded up around the rubber-coated steel and started to tumble backward to the floor but she managed to catch her balance and thus maintain the precarious seesaw act. Chrissy breathed a sigh of relief even though it felt like losing her dinner all over the canvas was a very real danger.
“Guuuuhhhhh…. gonna take more than that to dump me out of the ring, putz.” she muttered to no one in particular. “I’ve been winning battle royal’s since long before your dipshyt sister went to pris--”
CHICAGO LIGHTNING @ 3:20(
)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5gNOKjb9cQ
THWHACK! The Dangerous Dame raced in from the left, spun around and hopped off that foot to blast her right boot into the side of Chrissy’s skull. Jolted to the core by that bolt of Chicago Lightning, Daniel slumped forward and tumbled onto the mat in a slow motion somersault.
The FAWNatics screamed for Treymane to go for a cover, then changed their tune real fast when she took hold of Chrissy’s ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaaagged her out into the middle of the ring. Abandoning Daniel’s legs to gravity once she was satisfied with the challenger’s placement, Treymane turned her back and quickly made for the corner, where she slipped onto the apron.
Already loud, the Red, White & Bruised contingent took it up several more decibels once the Neo-Noir Knockout climbed into the high rent district. Looking every bit the World Champion as she stood tall over the squared circle, Veronica fired a finger Derringer at Chrissy before leaping out into the void with both legs kicked up to hip level, all the better to THAWHAM the back of her left thigh across Chrissy’s throat. No stranger to Leg Drops of all varieties, Daniel jolted violently but damned if she didn’t use it flop over onto her belly so Treymane couldn’t hook her for an immediate pin.
GUILLOTINE LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAd-XCKcf2Y
“Smart move, Daisy.” Treymane admitted after she’d filled her hands with the Imp’s hair. “Might’ve actually saved you if I was dumb enough to poach the Leg Drop as my finish.”
Chrissy made no comment on this point, gifting the champion with a rare bit of silence as she hauled the shellshocked blonde to boot-leather. With the Beach Cat’s eyes on ‘tilt’ after the Lightning / Leg Drop combination, Treymane had no trouble sliding her arms under Chrissy’s biceps for a Double Underhook. Even so, she locked her hands into a white knuckled fist and jerked Daniel back n’ forth like she meant to escape at any second. Ultimately twisting around to face the hard camera, Treymane tipped it a wink and said, “You watching, Alexis?”
In no particular need of an answer on that topic, Veronica abruptly swung hard to the right like she was thinking Swinging Neckbreaker, albeit with a much funkier grip. But instead of spinning all the way over she snapped back to the left and spun over from that angle, a violent corkscrew of kinetic energy that tore champion and challenger off their feet and SPIKED Chrissy on her forehead with the same Daisy Cutter that’d mowed Leah Montoya down back in June.
DAISY CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NvK1MwS-Ng
Laid out flat as a plank after the merciless head-drop, the Killer Imp barely twitched when Treymane shot the Half Nelson that shoveled her onto her back. Drawing both her foe’s legs into a tight bundle, Veronica folded Chrissy in half with a strong back-press and counted along with the rest of the FAWNatics…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
‘Ronnie waited just long enough to hear the bell, then she tossed Daniel’s legs aside and got to her feet in time for Castle to drape the belt over her shoulder. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
Veronica held her hand aloft long enough for the first wave of camera flashes to fade, then turned to Castle and asked, “Could you get me a mic, Nick?” Happy to oblige when he wasn’t getting screamed at, the head zebra cadged a mic from a FAWN tec and quickly presented it to the Dangerous Dame.
“Hey. Alexis.” she called to the stage after the production crew quieted her music. “Looks like you and I both made… let’s just call it a bold statement, to FAWN’s old guard tonight. Now, Chrissy here’s not going to leave the arena in an ambulance, but then, I didn’t try to put her head through the steps either. Point is, now that you’ve dealt with your old boss and I’ve tied a knot in the Imp’s tail, we can get back to some unfinished business. Don’t think I’ve forgotten how you laid me out at the end of our best of three series. And don’t think I didn’t start watching my back the instant you realized you were destined to be more than Portia’s gatekeeper.”
Veronica paused, looked at the belt on her shoulder and shrugged it off to hold it out in front. “You think you’ve got a claim on this title, Daisy? Come and stake it, anytime, anyplace, anywhere. Just know that things are going to be different the next time we’re across the ring from one another. You’re not an Associate anymore, Alexis. Means you don’t have anyone to bail you things go wrong. And it means there won’t be any excuses when I pin your pretty little ass, one, two, three!”
Treymane dropped the mic, raised the belt high overhead and took a few steps toward the ropes. “Come and get it, ‘Lexis. Just take a deep breath and climb up this mountain. I’ll be waiting here at the top… and I can’t wait to toss you off.”
The lights dimmed and the fans dialed it down a few levels, their quiet the proverbial calm before the storm that always accompanied the Beach Cat‘s arrival. Their anticipation ratcheted that much higher when Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’ erupted from the speakers, the unmistakable sound of Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tearing the air itself.
“Ladies and gentlemen, she is the LEGEND, THE ICONOCLAST, THE KILLER IMP HERSELF… CHHHRRRIIISSSYYY DAAANNNIIIEEELLL!!!!!”
CHRISSY DANIEL:
A cannonade of pyro exploded from the rafters in time with the thunderous drum roll, their fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light. When it faded Chrissy Daniel stood atop the ramp. hands on her hips, she turned her head to scan the crowd, the corners of her mouth upturned into a smugly mischievous smile.
Raising her hands overhead, Chrissy made as if to wave at the FAWNatics before turning it into a set of double birds which in turn segued into strapping an invisible belt around her sturdy waist. More than ready to feel the luxurious weight of leather and gold on her hips again, Daniel started down the aisle, her hips swiveling with every self-assured step. For her first encounter with the overgrown throwback, the Imp wore a shiny leather two piece, somewhere between silver and black with copious amounts of fringe—at the hips, covering the crotch and bum, from the strap of the top across her back and particularly from her bosom, extending virtually to her waist, but still offering an excellent view of infernal midsection. The fringe also featured on her kneepads, all but obscuring her brown boots. Taking the stairs at a slow stalk, Daniel slipped through the strands after a tawdry waggle of her hips. Once inside the squared circle she flipped her lustrous hair back with one hand, then threw a few shadow jabs en route to her corner.
Ascending the ropes to better disparage the troglodytes and sub-humanoids, Chrissy glared into a nearby camera and said, “Just cuz this putz LOOKS old school doesn’t mean she’s been through the wars I have! Truth is she’s nothing but a wet behind the ears bytch and I’m gonna make her bow down to the one FAWN original that still DESERVES a spot in the Main Event! You better hope they broadcast the whole match in black and white, ‘Ronnie. Cuz it’s gonna get bloody!”
The boos told her the crowd didn’t like or didn’t believe what she was peddling, not that the Imp gave a damn. Dropping from corner to canvas with a sturdy little ‘thwham’ she backed across the ring on a diagonal to settle in against the corner offering the best vantage on the champion’s approach.
While senior official Nick Castle set about checking Chrissy‘s boots and pads, 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 Treymane Gang greeted their heroine with a boisterous roar. 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 Red, White & Bruised throng. Sheathed 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 called, “YOU READY FOR SOME REAL FIREWORKS, YOUSE MUGS? THEN LETS GO STOMP AN IMP!” She drew 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 with one of the most tenacious and terrible FAWN originals, 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.
Honed in on the Beach Cat slinking around on the far side of the ring, 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 Nick, who treated them with the proper reverence. Still wearing the belt, Treymane strode to the middle of the ring and undid her prize. Holding it overhead, she asked, “You want it, Imp? Come and get it.” Chrissy feigned doing just that, but when Veronica didn’t flinch she settled back against the buckles. Matching the blonde’s smirk with one of her own, Treymane tossed the strap to Castle and headed to the opposite corner to await the opening bell.
Lets be clear on one thing. Chrissy Daniel had no particular love for Portia Ophelia VanBuren. She’d gone to war with Fortune’s Favorite more than once over the course of the last fifteen years and win or loss, she’d always taken great joy in putting hard miles on that slender blonde chassis. And yet the Imp often found herself rooting for her fellow FAWN original, especially in her battles against the so-called ‘New Generation’. Chrissy’d felt a surprising pang of disappointment when Baby coughed up the belt to Treymane a couple months back and she’d been downright incensed when that ingrate Suguitan tried to cave in VanBuren’s skull earlier in the evening. Watching the ambulance (no longer driven by that delusional second banana, thankfully) haul the former World Champion away, Daniel vowed then and there to dismantle Treymane not just to claim another run with the big gold belt, but to remind people that new school or old, the Killer Imp still ran FAWN with an iron fist. So when the bell sounded she stamped out of her corner and promptly claimed the center of the ring for herself, just as she’d done night after night since this place first opened its doors.
“Don’t waste my time, putz!” Chrissy held up her wrist and tapped an invisible watch. “I’ve got a record to break and real wrestlers to defend the title against!”
Veronica arched an eyebrow, but did as the challenger commanded, cutting the distance between them to mere inches after a few long strides. While certainly aware of the veteran’s capabilities, Treymane wasn’t going to let the slight go unanswered, especially when the chick delivering it stood a good six inches shorter. “What’s the matter, Daisy? I’m not real enough for you? Maybe if I got down on one knee you’d be more comfortable?”
Daniel scoffed, chested in to the taller blonde forcefully enough to knock her back a half step. “You’re gonna be down on BOTH knees before I get done with you, Treymane.” She raised her right hand, curled into a claw and waggled it just over the Dangerous Dame’s head. “Now get your hands up so I can show these people just what a paper champion looks like.”
Veronica couldn’t keep the smirk off her face. “All right shrimp, whatever you OOOFFFHHH!”
She’d gone to meet Chrissy’s challenge and when she did the diminutive devil grabbed hold of her hip and THWHUMPED a Headbutt into Veronica’s navel. Treymane ‘oofffhhed’ shook her way free of the other blonde’s grasp and started to back up, but Daniel only palmed her other hip and reeled her into another breath-stealing Headbutt. Sturdy as they were the shots weren’t quite enough to double Veronica over, so Chrissy reached up, laced her hands behind the champ’s ears and pulled her down so that the point of her chin was snugged against the crown of Daniel’s skull. Then she hopped up and dropped to her knees to set Treymane back on her heels with a textbook Jawbreaker.
Veronica reeled but still didn’t go down, so Chrissy closed in and wrapped her arms around the Neo-Noir Knockout’s upper thighs. Showing power that still surprised even after all this time, Chrissy muscled Veronica off her feet and held her there long enough to let the champ shake out a worried, ‘no, no, no!’ Didn’t do any good of course, Daniel only took a couple steps forward and sank to one knee, thus THWHUMPING her foe’s crotch courtesy of an Inverted Atomic Drop. Veronica ‘eeped’ and stumbled clear of Chrissy’s posted knee with both hands wedged between her thighs.
The Imp ‘framed’ the shot between the thumb and index fingers of both hands, then whirled around and hit the ropes to come back even faster than she’d left. The stunned champion heard her coming, looked up and paid for it in the form of a brawny Clothesline that caught her flush across the chest. Treymane finally went down, but bounced to a seat almost as soon as her back touched the canvas. Chrissy had anticipated just such a reaction however and had planned accordingly, meaning there was no wasted movement when she drew back a foot and kicked the bigger blonde square between the shoulders!
“NNNNNGGGHHH! ARRRRRHHHH!” Veronica’s hurt came in two parts, as arching her back in the wake of the damned kick gave Chrissy an easy shot at her chest, which the challenger took in the form of a sharply angled Knife-Edge Chop!
“What’s the matter, having a hard time getting out of the blocks, champ?” Daniel scoffed as the seated battler divided her attention between various aches. “Here’s an idea, why don’t you quit now and leave all this tough wrestling stuff to, you know, an actual wrestler?”
Any answer that Treymane might’ve offered reached an abrupt end when Chrissy grabbed her shoulders and forced her to the mat again. Careful to jerk the younger woman’s arms away from her torso (the Imp wanted a clean shot) Chrissy hopped up in place twice, then sprang into a high vertical leap and crunched herself into a squashed ‘C’ shape. Stretching out full length an instant before impact, she THWHAMMED down across Treymane’s chest and grinned like a cat when the big blonde’s legs flew into the air. “I’ll take that, thank you.” Daniel snatched the near leg out of the aether and pulled Veronica’s knee almost up to her chin, all the better to keep her smeared across the canvas while Nick counted…
ONE..
TWO…
The Pinstripe Powerhouse shot a shoulder up so emphatically it was practically a European Uppercut, at least that’s what it felt like to Daniel when the putz’s bicep hit her chin. “Alright, so you’re made of STURDY paper.” Chrissy muttered after a quick trio of punches to the forehead had quelled Veronica’s thoughts of an early jailbreak. “Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna fold you into an airplane and glide you into the dustbin of history. Or maybe I’ll just shred ya into tiny, putzy pieces.”
Having noted her various options, Daniel plunged her hands into Veronica’s hair and dragged her off the mat with several rough jerks. Transitioning to a Wristlock got Castle off her back and allowed the challenger to hurl her opponent into the corner on the far side of the ring with a wholly-satisfying BWUUUNG! A quick jog to the opposite corner transformed into a flat out sprint once the former World Champion pulled an about-face and went straight for her breathless adversary.
Startled and more than a little worried by the veteran’s ferocious start, the Treymane Gang shouted for their leader to get clear ASAP, but Veronica was still shaking off the flurry of blows and she couldn’t muster an escape plan before Chrissy took to the skies and swiveled her head with a Leaping Elbow Smash that THWACKED her upside the head. Veronica sagged with her butt against the middle turnbuckle, certainly vulnerable yet still far more upright than Daniel would’ve preferred.
“Don’t cry, Putz.” Chrissy snatched hold of her rival’s hair, tugged her head back and patted her cheek in supremely condescending fashion. “Wait until they put the belt around my waist. THEN you can burst into tears.” A hard slap dimmed the fire that blazed in Treymane’s eyes, leaving the Killer Imp to wheel around and head back to the far side of the ring. Mounting the second turnbuckle once she arrived, Chrissy offered the crowd a double bicep flex and strapped an invisible belt around her midsection.
“Get ready losers!” she shouted to everyone who could hear. “Tonight FAWN crowns its first four time World Champion!”
Thunderous boos meant Chrissy was doing her job, which meant she was all smiles when she dropped from the corner and started down her own back-trail for the second time in as many minutes. Picking up speed with every step, the gray-clad powerhouse left her feet and stretched her arms wide for an Avalanche Splash that THA-WHUMP! Veronica exploded off the buckles, lowered her left shoulder and turned Chrissy inside out with a Spear that had the whole arena roaring its approval!
Planted on her knees beside the prostrate Imp, Treymane reared back on her haunches and bellowed a damned good impression of Autumn Sammain to boot. Didn’t go for a cover, however. Hard as the counter hit, Veronica knew it’d take more than one big shot to deal with a multi-time World Champion. With that in mind she snagged Daniel by the nape of the neck and hauled her to boot-leather before switching over to a Wristlock.
“Ya got pretty good firepower for a Derringer, sweetheart.” the Pinstripe Powerhouse jerked Chrissy into a Kneelift that landed flush across her tummy. “But how do you hold up when you’re taking fire?”
“Thuuu…. think I’m doing pretty well so far, putzWHOOOAHHNNNNGGHH!”
Treymane put her free hand between Chrissy’s shoulders and pushed like she was going to toss her into the corner on the other side of the ring. but instead of letting go she wheeled around in a half circle and launched the challenger at the posts on their six! Burning through her truncated runway in the blink of an eye, Daniel BWUUUNGED sternum-first into the top turnbuckle and immediately pin-balled out with both arms crossed over her chest. Chrissy was still stumbling along on leftover momentum when Treymane spun her around, captured a wrist and sent her on her way with another Irish Whip. This time she did manage to turn around, not that it meant much for her general condition other than ensure her back took the brunt of the impac-THAWHAP!
Unaware of the champ’s presence until a heartbeat after she hit the corner, Chrissy ‘uuunnnngggghed!’ in breathless agony as the champion crushed her between a rock and a hard(body) place. Veronica grabbed hold of the top ropes to hold herself in place the tiniest bit longer, just to make sure there was no doubt Daniel felt the unmistakable presence of tummy on tits. Then she dropped to the mat, hooked the smaller woman’s arms over the top rope and mounted the second strand all In the span of perhaps two seconds. Making absolutely no effort to conceal the huge handful o’ hair she grabbed, Veronica tugged Chrissy’s noggin from side to side as she addressed the crowd.
“Unleashing the Thompson on this Daisy would be nothing but a waste of bullets! Thankfully I got all the hot lead I need right here!”
Said firepower turned out to be her other hand, which she’d curled into a white-knuckled fist during that last announcement. Sufficiently armed, she set her sites on the Beach Cat and riddled her with a flurry of punches gleefully tolled by the FAWNatics. ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!’
Treymane threw her hands up to accept the cheers of the sold out crowd but hopped down immediately after so as not to draw the ire of the official. It must’ve worked because Castle offered no complaint when the Pinstripe Powerhouse thrust a shoulder into her opponent’s tummy and boosted her into a seat on the top rope. A quick return to her previous perch on the second strand offered Veronica all the platform she needed to draw the smaller blonde across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. “You’re not afraid of heights, are you Daisy?” Treymane asked as she braced her right foot on the top turnbuckle.
Chrissy shook her head, either to answer the question or possibly to protest her situation. “Enjoy it while you can, bytch.” Daniel huffed. “I’m gonna use you like a scratching post when I WAAUUNNNGGHH!”
Veronica boosted herself all the way up, then pushed off and dropped backward to THAHWHAM Chrissy into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a thunderous Samoan Drop! Bounced to a seat while Chrissy was left in a flattened starfish, Veronica blew some invisible smoke off the barrel of one finger gun, then swiveled around and stretched out across her foe’s midsection. Hooking the far leg tight, she pulled the limb tight for…
AVALANCHE SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jERy8d1nsTY
ONE…
TWO…
Chrissy pulled free and rolled onto her side, not quite simultaneous with ‘TWO’ but not close enough to ‘THREE’ to qualify as a near-fall.
The escape didn’t bother Treymane at all. In truth she wouldn’t have attempted a cover at all if she wasn’t certain her older sister (and quite possibly Sue Burlingame) would’ve kicked her ass for not even trying. So she had and Daniel kicked out. That was fine, she wasn’t done getting even for those earlier cheap shots.
“C’mon short-stuff, time to sit up.” Veronica noted even as she hauled Daniel to a slumped seat. Sliding in behind, the big blonde wrapped her legs around Chrissy’s waist and pushed up on her hands to add even more pressure when she squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed down on the Bodyscissors. Daniel groaned in shock & pain, her hands tugging at her own hair to distract from the worst of the pain.
“How are you doing, Chrissy?” Castle asked once the challenger had endured the grinding pressure for the better part of ten seconds. “Need me to call for the bell?”
The Beach Cat regarded him with a look of incredulous disdain. “Why the hell would you do that? I’m loving this little putz’s impression of a ScissRRRGGGGGHHH!”
Treymane locked her ankles and rocked her hips up n’ down, up n’ down. That increase in pressure got Chrissy’s hands out of her hair and set to slapping at the champ’s knees in a futile attempt to pop the lock. “I’d watch my mouth if I were you, Daisy.” Veronica taunted in between constrictions. “Considering that you barely come up to my hip, these Scissors might just cut you in halfNNNNGGGHH!”
Daniel raised her arms high, then brought them down and in, the diminutive devil jamming the points of her elbows into her opponent’s inner thighs. A second set of blows connected near Treymane’s knees and loosened the gammy grip just enough for Chrissy to work her elbows down into the Scissors. “Beat a metric f*ck ton of chicks taller and badder than you, ‘Ronnie.” Daniel huffed as she set about prizing her foe’s legs open. “Beat harder Scissors too. So I’ll run my mouth however I f*cking wanNNEERRGHH!”
The Dangerous Dame dropped to her tush, thus freeing her arms for the Elbow Smashes she laid across the base of the challenger’s neck in a snappy set of three. That got Chrissy’s hands up to protect her aching neck, which she did for all of two seconds before Treymane forced her arms almost straight up thanks to a Full Nelson. “Does it feel like an impression now, Daisy?” Veronica asked after she’d resumed pressure on both holds. “Take your time, I figure you’ve never inspected your tits from this angle before.”
Chrissy growled, tensed her arms and puuuuuussssshed her head back with all her strength but couldn’t free her chin from the shallows of her own décolletage. When no answer drifted her way, Treymane pulsed the Scissors and jolted the Nelson that much harder. “Give it up, Imp. Don’t make me smother you out with your own OW! OOWWW! HAIR! DAMMIT NICK, HAIR!”
Chrissy had indeed snatched a huge double handful of hair and set about liberating it from the champion’s scalp. It probably would’ve worked if the referee wasn’t right on top of the action. As it was, Chrissy worked it until ‘FOUR!’ then released with a grudging sneer. “So you’re what passes for a World Champion now?” Daniel wriggled her torso and rolled her shoulders, a cagey attempt to microadjust herself into better position without attracting the younger woman’s notice. “They really will let anyone in, won’t they? I mean I may hate Shea London more than life itself, but at least that scrawny bytch can endure a hair-pull without sobbing for the refereWHOOANNNNNNGGGGHH!”
In no particular mood to listen to Chrissy’s reminiscences, Treymane rolled onto her back, squeezed the Scissors a little bit tighter and kicked back to a seat to THWHUMP Chrissy’s backside into the mat with a Keister Bounce! Still hooked in tight even after the butt-bouncing impact, Veronica ground the Scissors a little tighter and jostled Chrissy’s head a little harder. “Who’s sobbing for the referee, half pint? Sure sounded like your stumpy little feet beating against the canvas!”
The Nelson prevented Chrissy from shaking her head, so she hooked her hands into claws and grabbed hold of the champ’s hair even though she knew Castle would start bytching sooner than later. “Not a bad squeeze, putz.” Daniel wheezed. “No do yourself a favor and let me go before I scalp you on the spoWHOOOAAAANNNNNGGGHH!”
Hair-pull be damned, Veronica dropped onto her back, popped her hips and PLANTED Daniel’s tush with another Keister Bounce! “Hair’ll grow back, Impy.” Treymane taunted after the ref’s count forced Chrissy to free her hair. “Your ribs, however. Those will take a LOT longer to heal!” She squeeeeeeeeeeeezed Daniel’s midsection until the challenger wheezed, then did her best to put a divot in the mat with nothing but blonde backside.
After several more seconds of oxygen deprivation yielded no howls of submission from her prey, the Pinstripe Powerhouse jostled her Scissors and asked, “Ready to give it up, Chrissy? Or do you want to keep wriggling?”
“Oh, I haven’t even started to wriggle, putz.” Daniel snarled. “When I do you won’t be able to breathHOOOAAAHH!”
Veronica released the Full Nelson but maintained the Bodyscissors and rolled onto her tummy, which in turn tumbled Chrissy onto her back. Folded into an impromptu Matchbook, the Killer Imp kicked her legs wildly while Castle counted…
ONE…
TWO…
She bucked loose and tumbled onto her side with shortly after ‘TWO!’ The pain in her neck and ribs made Chrissy wanna curl up and suck wind for several seconds, but she wasn’t about to turn turtle when this big bytch was breathing down her neck. So she clenched her teeth, ‘smacked’ her hands against the mat and began crawling toward the ropes. A much needed break on the floor was only inches away when Treymane snatched hold of her ankles.
“Get back here, baby!” Veronica chuckled. “The ass whoopin’ is back this NNNGGGHHH!”
Daniel wrenched one foot loose and jammed her heel into the champion’s shin. Another kick freed Chrissy entirely, but rather than slide under the bottom rope she scrambled to a seat and hooked an arm over the middle strand. “Back her off, Castle!” the Beach Cat growled. “That bytch has been cheating since the opening bell and I’m sick of it!”
Veronica, who’d been rubbing her tingling shin, looked up and snorted derisively. “Seriously? You took your first cheap shot ten seconds after the bell rang. Don’t start bytching because you can’t hang in a fair fight.”
The diminutive devil rolled her eyes, raised a hand and flipped the champ the bird. “Piss off, putz. You can’t hang with me. That’s why you’re hiding over there even when I’m down in the ropes!”
Veronica shook her head in disgust. “Seriously? You JUST told the referee to keep me back because you were afraid of getting your ass kicked!”
“Oh bullshyt! I just wanted to stop you from cheating long enough to catch my breath! You think you’re tough enough to take me out? Come over here and--”
Veronica took her up on the offer, coming across the squared circle at top speed to snatch a handful of the challenger’s hair. “Called your bluff, Daisy. Now you’re gonna get UUUNNNNGUUUHHHRRRK!” Daniel countered the hair-pull with a handful of tights, twisted to one side and jerked Treymane forward and down to TWANG her throat-first across the second strand!
Coughing and rasping as she tried to get air down her pinched windpipe, Veronica scrambled to her feet and backpedaled toward the center of the… or not. Much more eager to engage now that Veronica was fighting for breath, Daniel grabbed a double handful of hair and marched her back to the rubber-coated steel. “What did I tell you? What did I tell you, huh?” Chrissy forced Treymane’s face against the top rope and draaaaaaaaaaagged her back n’ forth along a distance of perhaps a foot. “You can’t hang with me! You don’t belong in my ring! Hell, you shouldn’t even breathe my air!”
As if to emphasize this point, Daniel climbed onto the second rope to Treymane’s left, then angled her right leg up n’ across the base of her opponent’s neck, all the better to throttle her adversary against the top rope. Veronica thrashed, grabbed hold of the ropes and tried to pull her neck clear. No such luck, Chrissy just bounced that much harder, forcing the champ to gag and flail until the referee hurried over and ordered, “Off the ropes, Chrissy! C’mon, you know better than that!”
Daniel did, she also knew exactly how long it’d take Castle to start his count so she grrrrroound her shin into the nape of Treymane’s neck and just batted her eyes until he reached ‘FOUR!’ Pulling her leg clear a heartbeat shy of disqualification, Daniel turned the Dangerous Dame around in a half circle, then slapped on a Side Headlock and leapt off the ropes to THWHUNK Treymane’s forehead into the mat! The Springboard Bulldog would’ve left most women stretched out flat on their face, Veronica however bounced to all fours and started to shift in a way the Beach Cat didn’t like much at all. Not about to let the younger blonde get her feet back after she’d worked so hard to ground her, Chrissy hauled Treymane up into a Front Facelock and immediately dropped onto her back to THUNK the crown of her skull with an Evenflow DDT.
EVENFLOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQjO4Itzp-s
Veronica impersonated a tent peg for a heartbeat or two before tumbling onto her back in a splay-limbed starfish she didn’t even get to appreciate before Chrissy ruined it with a gaudy Crossbody. Displeased though he was with the rope abuse, Castle didn’t miss a beat when it came time to drop to one knee for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Veronica kicked loose and sat up almost simultaneous with ‘TWO!’, much to Chrissy’s disgust. “What’s with that slow count, putz?” the challenger demanded of the zebra. “You trying to pad the odds for this gangly loser?”
Nick didn’t rise to the bait. “Focus on the match, Chrissy. Keep up the pressure and the count won’t matter, will it?”
Daniel eyed him thoughtfully. “That’s probably the smartest thing you’ve ever said, Castle.” Twining her fingers in the other blonde’s hair, Chrissy peeled her opponent off the mat, dipped a shoulder and muscled her into a Foreman’s Carry. “Ooooohhhh, she’s so big and strong, isn’t she?” Daniel taunted the FAWNatics as she strolled around the ring with the champ reduced to little more than a backpack. “What? You mean all these muscles aren’t doing anything for her? Guess I should just put her down!”
With that she wheeled toward a corner on the far side of the ring, raced across the halfway point and dove into a somersault with the champ still stacked on her shoulders! Impressive as it was, it got even more noteworthy when Daniel rolled through the landing and powered back to boot leather with the Dangerous Dame in tow. Almost to the corner now, Chrissy slung her burden to her right shoulder and charged the rest of the way, all the better to BWUUUNG Treymane against the buckles.
ROLLING FIREMAN'S CARRY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=89obNmQR6OA
Veronica ‘oooofffffhed’ and slid into a woozy seat in the corner, so Daniel grabbed the middle rope on either side and thum-thum-thum-thum-THUMPED her tummy with half a dozen Shoulderblocks. The last of this gut-churning assault dropped Veronica to her tush, allowing the challenger a moment to mop the hair off her forehead and catch a deep breath. “When are you putz’s going to learn? It’s not about being big or strong or fast or even smart. Longevity in this game is measured by one’s ability to adapt. That’s why I’m about to be World Champion again and you’re about to kiss my boot.”
Treymane wanted to tell her that there was no way that shyt was gonna fly, problem was oxygen was still at a premium and even if it wasn’t Chrissy’s boot scraaaaaaaaaping across her face made anything other than garbled wailing impossible.
“All right Chrissy, that’s enough!” Castle was quick to close in on the action when it became apparent that Daniel meant to ruin the champ’s pretty features with the abrasive abuse.
The Killer Imp was kind enough to spare him a glance, though Nick noted that she made no effort to stop grinding the boot laces across Veronica’s eyes. “I’m sorry, Castle. Did I miss the count? I don’t THINK I did, but I can be forgetful when I’m wrecking a bytch.”
The ref hadn’t made a count, so rather than waste any more time arguing with the blonde, he just barked out, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Chrissy cleared off, turned around and ‘flicked’ her bottoms into place without so much as a word of complaint. Strutting along the ropes directly to Veronica’s left, Daniel reached the next corner, then wheeled around and raced back the way she’d came. The cry of the crowd gave Nick just enough time to clear off, Treymane however was still sitting slumped in the buckles when the challenger THWHACKED her across the side of the face with a savage Low Boot!
RUNNING LOW BOOT IN THE CORNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NlSbMhYWROk
Draped in the ropes after the brutal strike, Chrissy let one hand hang over the strands while the other shaded her eyes against the overhead lights. “Anybody see where her face went?” she asked everyone within the sound of her voice. “Ronnie might need that back so they can identify her by something other than dental records!” The FAWNatics responded with heavy boos, which Chrissy countered with a pair of middle fingers. After that she pulled herself out of the ropes and hauled Treymane up with a double handful of hair. “Damn putz, you’re tougher than I thought!” Daniel noted as she looped an arm around her head for a Front Facelock. “Can’t believe you’re even still moving, what with your face somewhere out there in the upper deck!”
Swinging around so her back was to the buckles, Chrissy clambered onto the middle rope, then reached down and helped herself to a whole lotta the champ’s pinstriped togs. “C’mon up, putz. Get to climbing or I’ll pull your waistband over your head!” Veronica didn’t much want to, but the sting and burn of the wedgie proved too difficult to ignore so she did as bade. Once on the middle rope she balled her left hand into a fist and started pounding punches into the challenger’s midsection.
The Beach Cat took the punishment without complaint, choosing instead to redouble her efforts on the wedgie. That in conjunction with a single violent yank hoisted Treymane offa her perch so that she was hanging suspended parallel above the canvas. In the same instant Chrissy pushed off the corner and dropped onto her back to THAWHUNK the Dangerous Dame’s forehead to the mat with a sick Avalanche DDT. Treymane jolted up and tumbled onto her side, where she stayed until Daniel pulled her onto her back and hooked the far leg. Her other hand palmed Veronica’s cheek and pushed her head to one side, forcing the champ to look out at the crowd while Castle counted…
AVALANCHE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hu1rWbS7dxU
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Veronica shoved her loose and rolled onto her belly. Chrissy leaned back on her haunches, glared at Castle and smacked her palms together one, two, three. “C’mon Castle, this putz was done! Stop wasting my time and give me the damned belt!”
Nick was nonplussed. “You want the belt, Chrissy? Pin her for three seconds or make her submit.”
“Oh, you want her to submit? Fine! Get out your earplugs, asshole. It’s about to get loud!” Shifting her focus back to the downed blonde, Daniel grabbed hold at wrist and ankle and draaaaaaaaaaaagged her out into the middle of the ring. From there she shuffled around to Treymane’s feet and tucked her boots under her armpits. Hands locked, Chrissy pulled Veronica up onto her shoulders and slowly rolled her onto her belly. Stepping over the prone battler, Daniel dropped into a deep crouch that put her backside only inches above the small of Treymane’s back. Understandably stunned after the huge DDT, Veronica’s head cleared scant seconds after the Boston Crab sent anguish racing up and down her spine.
BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=McsUYAd0tMQ
“Ask her!” Chrissy bounced up n’ down, enjoying the groans and moans that escaped from her struggling adversary. “Ask her or I’ll fold her in half!”
Castle was already in position, down on one knee to better check on the champ. “How are you doing, Veronica? Need me to call for the bell?”
“No!” the Dangerous Dame rasped. “I’m not just gonna hand over the World Title to a Daisy who’s shtick is older than my gimmMEEERRRRGGGGHHHH!”
The Beach Cat sat down hard and now her butt was snugged into the hollow of her blonde’s back. “Of course YOU’RE not gonna hand the title to me, putz! You’ll be too busy bawling while the medics shovel you onto the stretcher! Castle here will hand me the title and he’ll do it with a smile!”
The ref didn’t answer and neither did Treymane, the former was too focused on the action and the latter was trying to keep the pain from overwhelming her senses. When she thought the worst of it was under control, she braced her forearms against the mat and pushed up until she was able to shift onto her palms. The FAWNatics saw what she was trying to do and started to clap / cheer in an attempt to bolster her efforts. Chrissy noted the noise and scoffed accordingly. “Really? You think that noise is gonna be enough to keep her toes from touching her ears? Puh-lease! This putz is gonna fold faster than Shea London on laundry daWHOAAHH! KNOCK THAT SHYT OFF, PUTZ!”
The Imp had thought her mount more than secure enough to keep Treymane glued in place, so she was more than a little surprised when the big blonde pushed up that much farther and started dragging her way across the mat. The distance shrank faster than Veronica had expected, but not as fast as she’d dared hope. As it was it still took her nearly thirty torturous seconds to throw her left arm over the bottom rope. “Break!” she called as soon as the strand was in her possession. “Break the hold, shrimp! I’m in the ropPPPERRRGGGGHHHH!”
Chrissy tossed Treymane’s legs aside to end the Crab, but instead of backing off to catch her breath she planted one foot on her foe’s butt and the other on the back of her head. Holding onto the top rope to steady her balance, Chrissy stom-stom-stom-stom-STOMPED on the champion’s noggin until Castle reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Skipping clear of her groaning doormat, Daniel scuffed some invisible dirt over Veronica’s shuddering frame, then sauntered over to the nearest corner. Back to the buckles, the Beach Cat sank into a deep crouch and beckoned her prey to rise. “On your feet, putz.” she cooed. “You’ve delayed my coronation long enough. So stand up and come get your ass whoopin’.”
Veronica didn’t hear the demand over the sound of the fans (not to mention the pounding in her ears) but her own innate tenacity had her grabbing the ropes to clamber back to verticality before Castle reached ‘SIX!’ on the standing ten count. Back to Chrissy, Veronica slouched in the ropes and tried to will the worst of the kinks and strains from her spine. Eventually the tone of the crowd’s roar caught her attention and rather than turn around, Treymane flicked her eyes toward the FAWN’tron. Sure enough, Chrissy was locked and loaded directly behind her. Voicing a groan that was only slightly exaggerated, Veronica swung around and stepped back even as Daniel launched herself from the corner at top speed. Coming in low and fast, Chrissy launched off her back foot for a vengeful Spear that THWHACK!
Treymane caught her in the face with huge Toe Kick that stopped the former champ in her tracks. Or perhaps stop was the wrong word because Daniel certainly didn’t freeze in place, rather she reversed course, stumbling and skidding along the ropes as she tried to regain her balance. Chrissy was still looking pretty ramshackle when Veronica grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around into another Toe Kick, this one to the pit of her stomach. A double handful of hair helped the Pinstripe Powerhouse snug Daniel into a Standing Headscissors and an equally brawny Waistlock around the challenger’s hips made Chrissy wasn’t going anywhere except up, up, up onto the point of her opponent’s shoulder.
Canadian Backbreaker cinched in tight, Treymane backed away from the ropes and set off on a journey where every step was designed to bend Chrissy’s spine just a little bit farther. “Sounds like you’re getting warmed up, girlie.” the champ noted of her burden’s grunts and groans. “You gettin’ ready to graduate from Daisy to Canary?”
Chrissy shook her head ‘no’, more for Castle’s official query than Treymane’s stupid ass taunt. “You ain’t big OR bad enough to get a submission out of me, putzZEERRRGGGAHHHH FAAHK LEGGOOOOOOOO!” Veronica did no such thing, choosing instead to continue her current course of action which entailed a series of deeeeeeeeep squats in the center of the ring.
Doing his best not to cringe over the gawdawful angle of Daniel’s spine, Nick patted her on the shoulder and repeated his earlier question. “What do you say, Chrissy? If you can’t continue I’ll have to call for the bell. Can you go on?”
The words were barely out of this mouth when the Killer Imp reached up with her left hand and plunged it into Treymane’s flaxen locks. “LET GO, PUTZ!” Chrissy shrieked over the sound of Veronica’s distressed wails. “PUT ME DOWN OR I’LL RIP THIS OFF AND FEED IT TO YOWHOOAAAAHHHNNNNNNGGHHHH!”
OVER THE SHOULDER STUN GUN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iW10BoY1n2U
Granting the other blonde’s wish in the most unpleasant way imaginable, Veronica clambered to the edge of the ring and slung her foe down into a gut-first landing over the top tope. Daniel folded up around the rubber-coated steel and started to tumble backward to the floor but she managed to catch her balance and thus maintain the precarious seesaw act. Chrissy breathed a sigh of relief even though it felt like losing her dinner all over the canvas was a very real danger.
“Guuuuhhhhh…. gonna take more than that to dump me out of the ring, putz.” she muttered to no one in particular. “I’ve been winning battle royal’s since long before your dipshyt sister went to pris--”
CHICAGO LIGHTNING @ 3:20(
)www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5gNOKjb9cQ
THWHACK! The Dangerous Dame raced in from the left, spun around and hopped off that foot to blast her right boot into the side of Chrissy’s skull. Jolted to the core by that bolt of Chicago Lightning, Daniel slumped forward and tumbled onto the mat in a slow motion somersault.
The FAWNatics screamed for Treymane to go for a cover, then changed their tune real fast when she took hold of Chrissy’s ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaaagged her out into the middle of the ring. Abandoning Daniel’s legs to gravity once she was satisfied with the challenger’s placement, Treymane turned her back and quickly made for the corner, where she slipped onto the apron.
Already loud, the Red, White & Bruised contingent took it up several more decibels once the Neo-Noir Knockout climbed into the high rent district. Looking every bit the World Champion as she stood tall over the squared circle, Veronica fired a finger Derringer at Chrissy before leaping out into the void with both legs kicked up to hip level, all the better to THAWHAM the back of her left thigh across Chrissy’s throat. No stranger to Leg Drops of all varieties, Daniel jolted violently but damned if she didn’t use it flop over onto her belly so Treymane couldn’t hook her for an immediate pin.
GUILLOTINE LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAd-XCKcf2Y
“Smart move, Daisy.” Treymane admitted after she’d filled her hands with the Imp’s hair. “Might’ve actually saved you if I was dumb enough to poach the Leg Drop as my finish.”
Chrissy made no comment on this point, gifting the champion with a rare bit of silence as she hauled the shellshocked blonde to boot-leather. With the Beach Cat’s eyes on ‘tilt’ after the Lightning / Leg Drop combination, Treymane had no trouble sliding her arms under Chrissy’s biceps for a Double Underhook. Even so, she locked her hands into a white knuckled fist and jerked Daniel back n’ forth like she meant to escape at any second. Ultimately twisting around to face the hard camera, Treymane tipped it a wink and said, “You watching, Alexis?”
In no particular need of an answer on that topic, Veronica abruptly swung hard to the right like she was thinking Swinging Neckbreaker, albeit with a much funkier grip. But instead of spinning all the way over she snapped back to the left and spun over from that angle, a violent corkscrew of kinetic energy that tore champion and challenger off their feet and SPIKED Chrissy on her forehead with the same Daisy Cutter that’d mowed Leah Montoya down back in June.
DAISY CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NvK1MwS-Ng
Laid out flat as a plank after the merciless head-drop, the Killer Imp barely twitched when Treymane shot the Half Nelson that shoveled her onto her back. Drawing both her foe’s legs into a tight bundle, Veronica folded Chrissy in half with a strong back-press and counted along with the rest of the FAWNatics…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
‘Ronnie waited just long enough to hear the bell, then she tossed Daniel’s legs aside and got to her feet in time for Castle to drape the belt over her shoulder. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
Veronica held her hand aloft long enough for the first wave of camera flashes to fade, then turned to Castle and asked, “Could you get me a mic, Nick?” Happy to oblige when he wasn’t getting screamed at, the head zebra cadged a mic from a FAWN tec and quickly presented it to the Dangerous Dame.
“Hey. Alexis.” she called to the stage after the production crew quieted her music. “Looks like you and I both made… let’s just call it a bold statement, to FAWN’s old guard tonight. Now, Chrissy here’s not going to leave the arena in an ambulance, but then, I didn’t try to put her head through the steps either. Point is, now that you’ve dealt with your old boss and I’ve tied a knot in the Imp’s tail, we can get back to some unfinished business. Don’t think I’ve forgotten how you laid me out at the end of our best of three series. And don’t think I didn’t start watching my back the instant you realized you were destined to be more than Portia’s gatekeeper.”
Veronica paused, looked at the belt on her shoulder and shrugged it off to hold it out in front. “You think you’ve got a claim on this title, Daisy? Come and stake it, anytime, anyplace, anywhere. Just know that things are going to be different the next time we’re across the ring from one another. You’re not an Associate anymore, Alexis. Means you don’t have anyone to bail you things go wrong. And it means there won’t be any excuses when I pin your pretty little ass, one, two, three!”
Treymane dropped the mic, raised the belt high overhead and took a few steps toward the ropes. “Come and get it, ‘Lexis. Just take a deep breath and climb up this mountain. I’ll be waiting here at the top… and I can’t wait to toss you off.”