Post by bigfan on Feb 5, 2017 19:09:40 GMT
The sold out Thrills, Chills & Spills crowd settled down after the previous match as the house lights dimmed. Through this darkness, the speakers hissed softly, then offered up something so ordinary, but so out of place that it set the FAWNatics abuzz with anticipation. It wasn’t a wailing guitar riff or pounding drumbeat that tolled through the cavernous space, it was the brassy, resonant CLANG-CLONG of church bells.
Wedding bells, to be more precise.
The bells chimed half a dozen times before fading out and in their place rose a high, keening tone that folks took to be ringing in their ears before coming to realize it was a steadily held organ note. Eventually the organ faded out too and by then those with a knack for such things had recognized the tune as A.F.I.’s ‘Prelude 12-21’.
KISS MY EYES AND LAY ME TO SLEEP:
‘This is what I brought you, this you can keep.
This is what I brought, you may forget me.
I promise to depart, just promise one thing.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.’
[/I] [/span][/div]The end of the first verse brought a single blue-white spotlight to the stage and where there had been nothing earlier, a solitary figure stood. The new arrival was a statuesque brunette, perhaps 5’7 or 5’8 and she was dressed in a red one piece, the material looked like crushed velvet, the cut was high on the hips to allow max movement, the top left much of the Double D cleavage exposed and held up by a pair of strong shoulder straps, off white pads and boots finished the gear.
TRISHA USHER:
Impressive battle attire to be sure, but it was another detail that always caught the eye first, a floor-length robe with high collar and white fur trimming the edges. The duster jacket hung open and trailed behind the woman. By now a good number of fans had formed a pretty good idea of who commanded the stage, but for those that didn’t, the Announcer filled in the details. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger, hailing from Montpelier, Vermont she stands at five feet seven inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds, she is the One Percent Warrior…TRISHA USHER!”
Offering no response to the boos this revelation brought down, Usher traversed the ramp without a word, then climbed the steps and waited on the apron until the official came over and parted the ropes for her passing. Trisha moved to the center of the ring, her arrival in the squared circle brought the lights back with a muted ‘thoomp’.
Eyes sparkling, the Trophy Wife shrugged out of her duster jacket and hung it over the top turnbuckle in her corner. Trisha did not look pleased as she stretched. Yes, she was in the Main Event and yes, she was contending for the World Title, but as far as she was concerned the honor was at least two years late in coming. But now that she’d attained what she so rightly deserved, the Country Club Crusher meant to claim the World Title for her own and make the undeserving champion her bytch in a single stroke.
MACHINE GUN BLUES:
The breathless hush ended seconds later when Machine Gun Blues hit the speakers and the Treymane Gang greeted their leader and champion with a roar that shivered the rafters. Alongside the grayscale came the grinding opening riff of ‘Machine Gun Blues’, anthem for FAWN’s current standard bearer. “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!”
VERONICA TREYMANE:
The woman in question blew through the curtain and took up residence center stage. Armored in the black edition of her usual trench-coat and fedora, Veronica Treymane looked out over the sea of phones and cameras, then shouted, “LET’S GO STICK UP A COUNTRY CLUB, YOU’SE MUGS!”
Anyone who wasn’t already on their feet (there were only a few) hopped to as Treymane whipped 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. After a good ten seconds the clip hit empty so Treymane put the barrel to her lips and blew the smoke away before setting on her shoulder and heading to ringside.
For her first encounter with one of the most brutal apartment wrestlers to ever terrorize the East Coast, the Neo-Noir Knockout wore her usual ‘championship’ togs, boy-cut trunks in dark blue with white pinstripes. Her top was a matching one-third length bustier with small buttons running up the center and white edging atop the cups. These halves were connected thin gray 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.
Handing the Thompson off to a FAWN tech when she reached the foot of the ramp, Treymane made a quick circuit of the aisle to exchange high fives and pre-fight hype with all her supporters. Her journey ended at the steel steps, which she climbed to another round of thunderous applause. With her fedora set carefully on the top turnbuckle, Veronica shifted her footing to better slip the trench coat from her shoul--”UUUNNNNNGGGHH!” Trisha raced across the squared circle and drove her right shoulder into the champion’s upper back! Utterly unprepared for the duplicitous assault, Treymane flew from the narrow ledge and hit the top of the barrier with a rib-cracking BWAAANG! Treymane groaned and sagged over the steel, one arm dangling in the front row while the other tried to push her away from the guardrail with no noticeable success.
Shocked and appalled by the pre-bell cheap shot, the FAWNatics let Usher have it with both barrels even though the challenger’s attention was currently focused on an apoplectic Nick Castle. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING, TRISHA?” he barked at the snarling brunette. “YOU REALLY THINK I WON’T THROW THE WHOLE THING O-HEY!”
Usher didn’t quite shove the referee aside, but she dipped by quickly enough to knock him off balance with an impromptu shoulder check. Slipping onto the apron before the zebra could get in her way again, Trisha measured her blonde, knotted both hands overhead and leapt from the narrow ledge to THWHUMP a Double Axehandle into the nape of Treymane’s neck! The Dangerous Dame cried out again and might’ve spilled over the barricade if Usher hadn’t reeled her in with a rough handful of collar. “You’re not going anywhere you tacky piece of shyt.” the powerful brunette sneered. “Not until you hand over that title.”
Said prize was still around the bumfuzzled blonde’s waist, but Trisha was currently more interested in the double handful of trench coat she used to sling Treymane from one side of the aisle to the other, Veronica THUNKING hip-first into the edge of the apron!
“BYTCH!” the champ’s usual confidence was lost in a haze of pain, the Pinstripe Powerhouse barely keeping herself vertical thanks to a death-grip on the middle rope. “Should’ve known you didn’t have the guts for a fair UUGGGHH-OOOOFFFHHHH!”
Usher stormed in, clouted her opponent’s tits with a massive Forearm Smash, then followed up with a Thighlift that spanked across Veronica’s flat tummy. Dropped to her knees by the rough combination, Treymane fought the urge to tend to her aches and instead snatched the lapels of her coat in an attempt to peel it from her shoulders. She’d made it less than halfway down when Trisha pounded a Kneelift into her forehead. That put the champion on all fours, then flat on her stomach as the callous former Apartment Wrestler put a knee between her shoulders and dropped down with all her weight.
“Having a problem with your costume, princess?” Trisha taunted. “Here, let me help.”
The removal of outer garments (be it voluntary or otherwise) was almost always met with a hearty roar of approval in the FAWN Arena, Usher however was inundated with boos because she only removed the belt on ‘Ronnie’s coat and then she had the gall to wrap it around the blonde’s neck! Trisha only worked the stranglehold for three seconds, but Treymane’s face was already a deep pink by the time Castle dropped to the floor and tore the brunette from her prey. “Give me ONE reason why I shouldn’t through this thing out right now, Trisha! I’m begging you! ONE GOOD REASON!”
Usher shook him off with a little growl and pointed to the downed battler. “That’s the only reason you need right there, Castle. Because little Miss Gangster is too proud to throw in the towel even when she’s helpless, isn’t that right, punk?”
Having ripped the makeshift garrote from around her neck, Veronica wriggled out of her coat and clambered to verticality. Down to her togs and the ten pounds of leather and gold around her waist, Treymane popped the clasps and raised the belt to shoulder level. “This is what you want so bad, Daisy?”
Trisha rolled her shoulders, flipped hair out of her face. “Goddamned right. I can either take it now, or I can pry it out of your broken, bloody hands.”
Treymane considered her options for a moment. “You can have it now.” She hurled the belt at Usher’s head as hard as she could, forcing Trisha to raise both hands to catch or at least protect her face. The Neo-Noir Knockout made no attempt to impede the catch, she did however rush in low and THWHUMP her shoulder into the challenger’s midsection! Usher ‘OOOFFFFFHHH!’ed, dropped the gold and folded up over the challenger’s back as Treymane drove her into a BWUUUNGING spine-first collision with the nearest ring post!
Momentarily frozen by the same body-wracking shock she’d inflicted on Veronica moments prior, Trisha was brought back to her senses thanks to Headbutt across the bridge of the nose and a Bytch Slap that bloodied the corner of her mouth! The realization was still fresh in her mind when the enraged World Champion buried a hand in her foe’s hair and BWUNKED the back of her head against the solid steel. “Hope that wasn‘t your best shot, Daisy.” Treymane hissed, her breath hot and angry against Usher’s face. “If it is you’re in for a long nigTEERRRRGGGGHHH!”
Well aware of her surroundings despite the mental fog, Usher took advantage of the unsounded bell to pound a vile Kneelift between the champ’s thighs! And as if that weren’t difference maker enough, she crooked one hand into a claw and raaaaaaaaaaaked it across the blonde’s eyes! Castle was yammering something in her ear but Trisha had no time for any of that nonsense, she was far too busy breaking her foe’s spirit. Getting low enough to stuff a shoulder into the Dangerous Dame’s tummy, Usher cinched her arms around those sturdy thighs and muscled Treymane up onto her shoulder like she was little more than a bag of laundry. Heading out into the aisle on a slight diagonal, the Country Club Crusher made an abrupt turn in, charged and THWHUNKED the small of her opponent’s back against the edge of the apron! Veronica’s spine arched in an agonized ‘C’, the powerful grappler voicing a silent scream in the aftermath of the cruel offense.
And unfortunately for the World Champ, her suffering had only just begun.
Still holding Treymane around the thighs, Usher backed away from the ring, rose up on tiptoes and whipped around in a half circle, all the better to THWHUMP Veronica’s traumatized vertebrae onto the thinly-sheathed concrete! The official’s barking was almost intolerable now, yet Trisha bore it long enough to scrape the Pinstripe Powerhouse off the floor and toss her under the bottom rope.
She was about to slide in when Castle grabbed a shoulder and spun her around. “You will follow my instructions TO. THE. LETTER. Or I’ll throw this match out and hit you with a fine big enough to freeze your Black Card, do you understand, Trisha?”
“I understand just fine.” Usher smirked. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to listen to you, Castle. I don’t think she is either.”
The challenger turned her attention to the ring and damned if Veronica hadn’t made it to one knee. Jaw clenched against the ache in her spine and the numerous other pains, Treymane put one hand to the mat and held the other out in front to beckon the brunette forward. “Guuhhh… get your ass in here, Usher.” Stifling a groan she rose to full verticality, took a step back and beckoned Trisha again. “And Nick, ring the goddamned bell, then get the hell out of the way.”
The Senior Official muttered something unprintable, cleared off by a few steps and threw a signal at the Timekeeper. CLANG! Trisha dove under the bottom rope, popped to her feet and went straight for the wounded champion, the One Woman Shopping Spree clearly looking to capitalize on the damage she’d done on the outside.
Nick had to scramble back into the ring as Trisha was already baring down on the champ. The blonde wasn’t defenseless though and her long legs proved dangerous weapons. Staying on the mat, Veronica swung her gams around and her lower leg pressed against Usher’s shins while the upper leg caught the Trophy Wife behind the knees. The brunette threw her arms up trying to keep her balance, but she pitched forward and landed face-first on the canvas.
The champ crossed her opponent’s ankles, pulling them up as she slid up the challenger’s body. Once her knees were on Trisha’s back, Veronica reached across and around Usher’s head, cupping her chin. Usher tried prizing the blonde’s paw from her jaw, but Treymane rolled backward and hoisted Trisha up into a spine bending Bow & Arrow.
BOW AND ARROW:
Veronica pushed her knees into the vile heel’s spine, bending Trisha’s back farther until she forced a grunt of pain from the challenger. Nick knelt down a few feet from the pair watching with expert eye, he even warned Trisha about pulling on Treymane’s single fingers as she tried to loosen the blonde’s grip. Coming down from the chaos of the pre-match fight, Castle felr better now that order had seeming been restored. He asked Trisha, “What do you say Trisha? You want to give?”
“AARHAA, NO!” Usher growled out, pulling on the blonde’s wrist trying to break one end of the old at least. Nick noticed that Veronica’s shoulders were on the mat, but she saw him and loosened the pressure on the hold to bring her shoulders off the canvas. Trisha bucked her body when she felt the change and broke free, the brunette rolling off the champ’s knees to land right across her chest.
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Veronica kicked her long legs, shoved Trisha aside and both women scrambled to vertical bases. The Gold Digger adjusted the straps of her silvery top while the Dangerous Dame flicked her fingers on her trucks snapping them into more comfortable sitting. The crowd began clapping in anticipation for the action. After a moment, Veronica moved straight in but Trisha began to circle, thus buying more time. It’s only a few seconds before blonde and brunette slammed together in a Collar & Elbow.
The struggle was only a few seconds old when Trisha slipped behind Treymane and slapped on a Waistlock. Veronica dropped her hips to avoid being lifted off the canvas, but Usher reached down, picking one ankle lifting it off the mat and pushed in the champ’s back, dropping her on all fours. The former apartment wrestler rode the blonde down to the mat, and hooked a leg inside Treymane’s and slipped her arms under the blonde’s locking in a Full Nelson. The Country Club Terror forced the champ to the mat with the brawny hold and made it all the more unpleasant by grapevining her right leg. “Eat canvas bytch.” Usher growled in Veronica’s ear.
Trisha ground Veronica’s face into the rough canvas, dragging her features side to side. Veronica mewled angrily was her face is scrubbed across the mat. Trisha released the Nelson, pushed up and kept the long leg bound as she rained down a series of forearms across Treymane’s back. The Trophy Wife unhooked her legs. then snatched a handful of hair to pull Veronica back up.
Nick ordered, “Off the hair Trisha!”
Usher snapped back, “Shut it Nick!”
Veronica took it into her own hands and shoved the brunette away, Trisha glared angrily and started back toward the champ. The Dangerous Dame leapt, swinging up her right foot and put her boot right into the brunette’s mug knocking her flat on her back. Treymane lost her balance and fell to the canvas as well, but Usher was down, hands over her face.
It wasn’t the most graceful application of Chicago Lightning, but a big kick in the face was still a big kick in the face, so Treymane barreled the challenger onto her back, climbed aboard and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
Trisha kicked free and sat up, one hand pressed to her cheek, the other seeking a spot under the blonde’s chin. “Nice try, candy ass.” she grunted. “It’s gonna take a lot more than that to keep me OOWWW! HEY HAIR! HAIRRRRGGGGGHHHHAAAAHHHHH!”
Never slow to repay a slight, Veronica snatched a double handful of the brunette’s dark locks and ‘bwunked’ the back of Usher’s skull against the canvas. But that wasn’t nearly enough as far as the Neo-Noir Knockout was concerned, which was why she flopped Trisha onto her belly, tightened down on the hair-hold and scraaaaaaaaaaaped her features back n’ forth! Satisfying though it was, the maneuver was still quite illegal, so Castle only gave her a few seconds before starting his count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” ‘Ronnie let loose at ‘FOUR!’ both hands raised to shoulder level even as she rose to boot leather. “Watch with the face scrubbing, huh, champ?” Nick called over the massed voices of those assembled. “Getting blood and mascara out of the mats is hell on our techs.”
Treymane nodded sympathetically even as she crooked her left elbow and raised it above her ear. Then she pushed onto tiptoes and laid out on her side to THWHUMP the bony joint between Trisha’s shoulders. Usher snarled and powered to her hands and knees only to offer her noggin to a Front Facelock that dragged her to verticality immediately thereafter. Helping herself to Usher’s left hand since it was there and free for the taking, Treymane folded the limb up between Trisha’s shoulders and tugged hard enough to make the brunette hiss in pain.
“You did a real thorough job throwing me around on the outside, Daisy.” Veronica opined as she marched the Country Club Crusher over to the nearest corner. “Seems only right that I get to have my fun on the insidNNGGHH!”
Being down to one arm meant that Trisha put all her disdain behind the shots she pounded into Treymane’s ribs. Given world and time enough she certainly would’ve brawled her way clear of the trap, alas, Veronica was still in control at the moment and she would give Usher neither. She did however dip her knees and pop her hips to take Trisha up, over and down with a Hammerlock Suplex that THWHUMPED the brunette’s full weight down atop her pinned arm and BWUUUNGED the pits of her knees down on the bottom rope! Usher jolted hard and rolled onto her side, seemingly at a loss over whether to tend make her wrenched arm or aching knees top priority.
TURNBUCKLE HAMMERLOCK SUPLEX:
Veronica wasn’t consulted during this process, yet it didn’t stop the FAWN World Champ from claiming her foe’s left hand in a grinding Wristlock. “Don’t get too attached to this arm, Daisy.” she chided while hauling Trisha up alongside. “I think it’ll make a lovely centerpiece for the newest wing of my trophy room.”
“Oh, kiss my ass you little WHOOOAAAEEERRRRGHHH!”
Eager to make this particular canary sing, the Pinstripe Powerhouse stepped back, dropped her hips and slung Trisha toward the ropes. But rather than set her loose with the Irish Whip, Veronica dug in her heels and yanked Usher down her own back-trail. The result was virtually identical to the Suplex, only now Trisha was bent courtesy of an Inverted Facelock! Quick as ever despite the awkward position, Usher shot her free hand up and buried it in Treymane’s hair in hopes of forcing a break before THWHUMP! Veronica kicked her feet forward and dropped to her tush to drill Trisha with a Reverse DDT that once again sandwiched her wounded arm between her torso and the mat.
HAMMERLOCK REVERSE DDT:
“Aaaaaahhhh…. goddammit, you sneaking bytch!” there was palpable anguish in Usher’s voice as she held that wounded wing tight against her chest. “You’re gonna regret trying to injure meNOOOOO AARRRRRHHHH SHYT!”
In no mood for the brunette’s threats after the punishment she’d endured before the bell ever sounded, Treymane snatched hold of Trisha’s left wrist and wrenched the limb away from her torso, all the better to draaaaaag her into the middle of the ring. From there Treymane rolled Usher onto her belly and went down on one knee, putting it in the small of her foe’s back. “You lost the right to complain about tactics the instant you jumped me on the apron, Daisy.” The Dangerous Dame had secured the Hammerlock once again, earning a frustrated slap of the mat from the Country Club Terror. “You want to get my attention fast? Try screaming for mercy.”
“You smarmy bytch I am going to f*ck your day up for EERRRRRRRHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Already down low to get the most torque on her submission, Treymane put the crown of her skull against the mat and somersaulted forward into a bridge that was as gorgeous as it was painful! Scooting in close to the action in spite of the screaming, the senior official said, “What do you say, Trisha? Want to subm--” Castle backed off fast when she raked the air half an inch from his nose. Unaware of the ref’s close call, Treymane bridged a little higher and bounced up n’ down in an effort to coax a not so gentle surrender from her prey.
BRIDGING HAMMERLOCK:
“Give it up, Daisy! You’ll never be able to carry all those shopping bags with one good arEERRHH YOU WITCH!”
With Nick removed from her sphere of influence, Usher honed in on the sound of the champ’s voice and managed to raaaaaaake her nails across Veronica’s eyes! The bridge and the Hammerlock gave way as one, unfortunately the pain in her arm was such that Trisha was still working the kinks out when Treymane buried both hands in her hair. “You’re good at fighting dirty, Daisy.” the champ switched from hair-hold to Wristlock to avoid the wrath of the ref and to inflict more punishment on the brunette’s left arm. “Better hope you’re just as good at physical thereaOOOOOWWWW!”
Trisha palmed her free hand against the side of the blonde’s noggin and stuck a thumb in her eye! Veronica and Nick both protested this violation although neither party managed enough conviction to halt Usher’s next move. Securing a Wristlock of her own, Trisha nudged the Pinstripe Powerhouse back with her good shoulder, jerked her forward and THWHUMPED a heavy Kneelift across her midsection. Veronica ‘ooffhhed’ and doubled over, or at least started to before Usher repeated her previous push & pull tactic to punish the champion’s tummy. After a half dozen Kneelifts left Treymane swaying and sucking wind, Trisha stepped back, dropped real low and slung her foe into the strands with as much enmity as she could muster.
The FAWNatics expected Usher to follow after the blonde or possibly run the ropes opposite, so they were caught unawares when the challenger hurled herself into the set directly to the other woman’s left. But their surprise paled in comparison to ‘Ronnie’s, as she registered Trisha’s approach a split-second before the brunette whipped around and THWHAPPED the point of her right elbow off the side of her foe’s skull. Treymane hit the deck like a felled tree and Usher was right there to hook both legs for the…
BLINDSIDE ELBOW:
ONE…
TWO…
The Dangerous Dame kicked out, her escape powerful enough to send a bolt of pain racing through Usher’s wounded left arm. “So, you think what I put you through before the bell was fighting dirty?” Trish purred as she pushed the dazed lovely onto her back. “Bytch, you don’t have ANY IDEA what it means to be in a real fight, do you?”
“Suuuuhhhhh…says the broad who’s the first and only undisputed champ of MacYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH GAAAAAWWWWD DAAAAMMMIT!”
Bracing her bad hand against the inside of Veronica’s right knee, Trisha kept the other leg pinned with her right knee, meaning her right hand was free to gouge DEEP into the champ’s pinstriped togs!
The borderline of legal or not was looser in FAWN than most other places, so while Nick wanted to count the Country Club Crusher for the move, but the Crotch Claw was rarely discouraged in FAWN. Veronica dug her own claws into her mane trying to give herself something else to focus on. Castle couldn’t disqualify the Trophy Wife, so he ordered her after a moment, “Come on Trisha off the trunks.”
Usher snarled, “Or what?”
Not having anything else he could do Nick knelt and asked Veronica if she wanted to submit, but the blonde shook her head. Trisha bore down on the hold causing the champ to cry out in pain, but still the Pinstriped Powerhouse refused to surrender her belt to such a hold. In fact Treymane would probably pass out from the pain before giving the brunette bytch the satisfaction of hearing her submit to the most tawdry of submission holds.
Usher’s arm began to quiver under the strain of her white knuckled grip and she ripped her hand away from the blonde’s trunks. Trisha stood shaking out her left arm, getting the blood and feeling back into the worked over limb. Veronica was curled on the canvas hands wedged between her thighs tending to the pain that radiates from her center. The Gold Digger windmilled her left arm with a wince of pain, but she determined it’s still useable. Reaching down with her good right arm Trisha used a handful of hair to start Veronica back to her feet, switching to a wrist as Castle began to warn her about the hair again. Treymane leaned against the thicker bodied Trisha as the brunette backed her into the ropes.
It seemed like Usher was about to hurl the champ across the ring, until she spun the blonde in a one-eighty and sent her into the ropes she just left face-first, Trisha brought her knee up driving it into the Dangerous Dame’s lower back, Veronica grunted in pain as she fell into the ropes, arms and head hanging over the top rope. The Trophy Wife dipped down taking both of the blonde’s ankles and lifted, stepping back Trisha held Treymane parallel to the canvas, choking her on the top rope as Castle started counting ‘ONE, TWO, THREE!’ Usher sent a kick up into the blonde’s exposed stomach, the toes of her boot hitting Veronica right in the navel.
Trisha just dropped the champ’s legs after the Toe Kick to the gut and let Veronica crumble to the canvas. The put-upon referee stepped between champ and challenger, “Stay off the ropes Usher!” Nick snapped as he had about had enough of Trisha for one night.
Trisha didn’t push the official aside, but stepped around him and sheered, “Again I ask, Or What?” The FAWNatics that cheered wildly while Veronica was working Trisha’s arm were now as loud booing the Gold Digger as she reached down and pulled Treymane back up to long rubbery legs. Veronica coughed as she tried to draw air in over her burning throat, Usher shot her good right arm between the blonde’s thighs grabbing a handful of pinstripe covered backside and used her left to guide the champ as she lifted her onto a shoulder and carried her to the center of the ring. Held aloft in the challenger’s powerful grip, Veronica tried wiggling free and dropping down behind the challenger, but Trisha held her in place before slamming her opponent into the canvas with enough power to rattle all of the ropes.
Trisha stood up straight and ran a hand over sweat-soaked dark locks, moving her hair out of her face as she looked down on the Pinstripe Powerhouse. Veronica laid on the canvas, knees bent slightly, one leg lifted off the canvas, but then fell back to the mat. Usher took a pair of deep breaths before cocking her right elbow and fell driving the point between Treymane’s breast into the blonde’s sternum. The champ’s body jolted as if she was hit by high voltage, Trisha reached down with the damaged left arm and hooked the far leg as she pressed her bigger orbs into Veronica’s, looking to end things now.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNO!
The Dangerous Dame looked like she might have been done, but she hadn’t come this far without being resilient. Trisha looked at Nick with venom in her eyes, “Could you be any slower? What kind of bullshyt are you trying to pull?”
Castle stood by the count as fair and only two.
The Gold Digger felt she was in control now, and that it would only take a little more of a push to send Treymane into defeat. Trisha though wasn’t going to just give a little push, she’s going to pound the Neo-Noir Knockout back to Bangor. Usher used Veronica’s suspenders to pull the blonde back upright. The crowd cheered as Treymane swung her right arm around with a clubbing blow to the brunette. The cheers and Veronica’s offense were quickly cut off as Trisha answered with a Forearm Smash to the edge of the blonde’s bustier. The Gold Digger took the champ by the right wrist and shoulder and whipped her toward the far turnbuckles.
Veronica’s instincts took over, turning her so she hit the pads back-first, but her arms hung over the top rope. Trisha took off as soon as Treymane started her turn, giving the champ no time to move before the busty brunette drove her shoulder into Veronica’s tummy. The impact sendt the Dangerous Dame’s butt back over the middle turnbuckle, when Trisha backed out only long enough to ensure Nick wouldn’t be able to whine about the move.
Before Treymane could free herself Trisha was there pulling her out of the corner and sending her off to the opposite set of buckles. This time Usher didn’t wait, she followed right behind. Veronica again turned and was wide open as the Country Club Crusher barreled into her again. Fans could hear the grunt of pain that escaped the blonde’s lips as she was stuffed into the corner again with a second Shoulderblock. Trisha backed out again, this time though she reached out digging her fingers into one side of the champ’s face as her thumb drilled into the other cheek. Veronica, glassy eyed and fish lipped, swayed as Trisha pulled her out of the corner. “You’re not very talkative now, are you? Has it set in yet, Middle Class? You’re in the ring with a superior woman!”
Veronica’s legs didn’t look like they could make another trip, but Trisha pulled her claw away from the blonde’s face and she sent the Pinstriped Powerhouse back across the ring. Treymane only barely got turned this time, and nearly collapsed in the corner. Trisha pointed a finger at her opponent, “You’re just not One Percent worthy.”
Trisha charged in and leapt from several feet out to drive another Shoulderblock into the blonde’s gapping tummy. Veronica’s eyes cleared just enough for her to dive out of harm’s way. The SMACK of flesh against metal post was drowned out by the cry of pain as Trisha’s shoulder collided with the ring-post. Treymane had thrown herself clear, but was now facedown on the canvas, while Trisha was hung up on the middle turnbuckle, arm wrapped around the post as she mewled in pain.
Posted up between the two women, Nick Castle looked back and forth several times, giving champ and challenger alike plenty of time to start moving. When neither showed signs of progress, he cleared his throat and began to count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…” Treymane moaned, put both hands against the mat and slooooooowly pushed to all fours. “FIVE… SIX… SEVEN…” Behind her, a wincing Trisha put her good hand against the middle rope and pushed herself away from the hateful steel. “EIGHT… NINE!”
Usher straightened up, turned around and THWHUMP! A hard-charging Veronica lowered her shoulder and buried it in the brunette’s belly, the Spear still going full speed ahead when Usher BWUUUNGED into the buckles! Keenly aware that her opponent had gone into the post shoulder-first (one never forgot that particular sound), the Neo-Noir Knockout slung Trisha’s left arm over the top rope, then grabbed hold of her wrist and yanked it up and forward, wrenching the limb against the rubber-coated steel!
“OH YOU MEAN BYTCH!” Trisha’s voice was an agonized howl as she stuffed her free hand into the champion’s face. “LET GO OF MY F*CKING ARM-AARRRRGGGHHHHHHH!”
Feeling no particular inclination toward mercy after the way Usher had worked her trunks, Treymane brought up her right foot, braced it against the other woman’s wounded shoulder and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back as far as gravity would allow. Nick didn’t much care for Trisha’s attitude or her lackadaisical approach to following the rules, but she was still under his care which was why the senior official wasted no time in swatting Treymane’s bicep. “She’s in the ropes, ’Ronnie, let her go!”
Veronica just bared her teeth and ground her heel a little harder. “I know, Nick. That’s the point!” Castle went straight into the count, which ended at ’FOUR!’ when the blonde let loose and stepped back, both hands raised high. Her urge for vengeance hardly quelled by the sight of Usher holding her left arm against her chest, Veronica flipped hair off her face and spat, “Let’s see how you work that crotch claw now, tramp!”
Trisha looked up at once, her dark eyes shiny with hate. “That’s it, bytch. I am going to FEED you those goddamned pinstripes!”
Treymane’s gaze was similarly wicked. “Gonna be real hard feeding anybody with a broken arm, Daisy.” Usher snarled and stormed off the buckles so Veronica came forward to meet her with a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. The challenger raised her defenses to match the clinch, then hissed in surprise and pain when Treymane immediately snatched her vulnerable left wrist and drew it tight across her chest! A Single Arm DDT at this particular juncture had a very good chance of separating the brunette’s shoulder, thus she felt no qualms about crooking her right hand into a claw and raaaaking the champ’s eyes!
“BYTCH!” Veronica wailed and went for Trisha’s hair, either to steady herself or inflict more punishment, no one could say for sure. “You’re gonna wish you’d never NNNGGGGGGHHHH”
The One Percent Warrior followed her first cheap shot with another, namely a stiff Kneelift between the blonde’s thighs. In high spirits despite the near uselessness of her left arm, Usher dipped her knees, slipped her right arm between the other woman’s stems and hoisted her into a Fireman’s Carry. Throwing herself into an Airplane Spin almost at once, Trisha blew through three or four rotations before she slung the Neo-Noir Knockout off her shoulders and dropped to her tush to THAWHAM Treymane against the deck courtesy of a Fireman’s Carry Spinebuster! The thunderous impact left Veronica starfished on the mat and quite unable to defend against the Breast Claw that also doubled as a pin. Castle swooped in beside the action, checked the blonde’s shoulders, then counted…
FIREMAN'S CARRY SPINEBUSTER:
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Veronica lifted a shoulder off the mat with half a second to spare, so Usher buried both hands in her hair and dragged the Pinstripe Powerhouse to verticality. Tucking Treymane’s head beneath her right arm, Trisha leaned forward and hooked her prey behind the knees, being careful to trap ‘Ronnie’s arms between bicep and thigh in the process. Package secure, the Country Club Crusher gathered her reserves and muscled the bundled beauty up so that Treymane’s tush was resting on the challenger’s shoulders. Then she pushed onto her toes and sat out to THAWHUMP Veronica onto the thinly-sheathed plywood! In perfect position to make the cover, Usher stretched out in a rough back-press, snatched the far leg and folded her foe in half for the…
TILTED PACKAGE POWERBOMB:
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOO!
Veronica tore loose with half a second to spare, the narrow escape sending a bright bolt of anguish through the challenger’s left arm. Voicing a curse that’d make sailors blush, Usher twined her good hand in Treymane’s hair and peeled her off the canvas in stages. Practically crouching after all the punishment she’d taken, Veronica couldn’t muster any sort of defense when the brunette started SMACKING her with that bad hand. “Thought you broke me, little girl? (SMACK!) Thought you could outlast me? (SMACK!) Thought you could EMBARRASS me? (SMACK!)” She pulled the blonde in so close they were forehead-to-forehead. “Well you thought wrong, little gangster.” Usher whispered. “And now I’m going to put you out of your miseERWHOOOOAAAERRRRRGGGHHHHH!”
Treymane crooked her right arm around the back of Trisha’s neck and dropped to her knees, thus forcing the challenger to do the same. Relinquishing the Facelock in favor of a grip on Usher’s left wrist. Yanking the limb away from Trisha’s torso put the brunette on her belly and thus made it a lot easier for the Dangerous Dame to somersault across her opponent’s body while still in control of her wrist. Landing so that she was balanced on her boots and the crown of her skull, Treymane doubled down on the Wristlock, bridged up high and CRAAAAAANKED her victim’s arm up and back at a hideous angle!
CROWBAR:
“AAAAARRRRHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHK!” Usher wailed as she tried to fight through the vile pain of the modified Fujiwara Armbar.
“What do you say, Trisha? Do you give up! Tell me something, girl!” Castle was close enough to register any capitulation, but positioned off to the side so he wouldn’t interfere with the action. Good thing too, as Usher slammed her good hand against the mat and pushed up on her knees, the embattled lovely desperate to crawl her way to the--
“AAAAAWWWWW GAAAHHD DAAAAMMMMMMIT!” Trisha collapsed to her tummy as Treymane bounced the back of her head against that injured shoulder.
“GIVE UP!” Veronica demanded even as she did her best to hyperextend the challenger’s elbow. “DON’T MAKE ME BREAK IT!”
Cheek pressed to the mat, Usher put her right hand against the champ’s heel and pushed, trying to break the bridge. No use, she didn’t have nearly enough leverage and the show of resistance earned her another heartless yank. “Kuuuhhh… KISS MY ASS YOU NO-CLASS BYTCH! YOU DON’T HAVE THE GUTS TO AARRRGHHHHH STOP! STOP! I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT!”
Veronica, who’d rose up on tiptoes to secure the surrender, kept the Armbar locked in place until the Announcer made it official. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL the FAWN World Champion… VERONICA TREYMANE!
Standing tall over the fallen brunette. Veronica accepted the belt from Nick and hoisted it high overhead. “Another Daisy cut down, guess cheap shots didn‘t get it done, huh?” she huffed to the nearest camera. After a moment, ‘Ronnie lowered the ten pounds of leather and gold and strapped it around her waist. “This is mine.” Treymane patted the faceplate possessively. “I’ve beaten some of the best in the world to keep it and I’m willing to face ANYONE who thinks they’re ready for a shot. If you think that’s you, take a number and get in line. I’ll see ya at Heartbroken.”
Her reign secured for another night, the victorious battler set out on a circuit of the corners, a most excellent final shot, made all the more powerful by the sight of Castle tending to Trisha’s arm in the background.