Post by hawkeye on Dec 7, 2017 1:02:30 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer told the collection of Boils & Ghouls assembled for All Hallows Evil, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and it is a Submission Match! In this match there are no pin-falls, count outs or disqualification, it will only end when one wrestler has surrendered or lost consciousness! Introducing first, hailing from Bridgeport California she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds, she is the Dangerous Dame… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
VERONICA TREYMANE
A black & white flood swept away the Technicolor in an instant and the Treymane Gang greeted their Grayscale Goddess at the top of their lungs. Accompanied by Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’ the Pinstripe Powerhouse swept through the curtain, paused atop the stage and flicked her trenchcoat aside to reveal the replica Thompson braced against one thigh. “Bit of a controversy last time we met, Daisy.” ‘Ronnie said to no one in particular. “Time we put that to rest.” Smile rising in time with the Thompson, Treymane pulled the trigger and swept a blistering line of pyro across the aisle. Releasing the trigger only when the drum clicked empty, Veronica dropped the barking iron to her side and made quick time toward the squared circle.
For her second encounter with a femme fatale of the highest order, the Neo-Noir Knockout wore the midnight blue version of her usual boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, while her pads and boots matched the blue of her trunks. Her boots remained matte black, as per usual. Taking a moment to slap hands with fans at ringside, ‘Ronnie handed the Thompson off to a FAWN tech, then doffed coat and hat before sliding under the bottom rope. Quick to claim the middle of the ring as her own, Treymane stretched her arms wide and dropped to one knee, treating her fans to a jaunty pre-match pose before moving to the far corner so Al Carpenter could make a check of her pads and boots.
The ref’s inspection was still in progress when the lights in the basement went out with a sighed ‘Fwoosh’. The blackness was immediately pricked a thousand times over by the glow of lighters and phones, as well as the ‘tron, which flickered on as ‘Clap For the Killers’ hit the speakers. Over this clamor the Announcer welcomed the second half of this dangerous duet. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Tokyo Japan, she stands at one point seven meters tall and weighs in at fifty-nine point eight kilograms. She is the Gaijin Extraordinaire, the Joshi Kicking Machine, THIS IS… AUTUMN SAMMAIN!”
Autumn strode into view at the sound of her name and greeted the AHE throng with a lightning-fast array of punches, chops, elbows, knee strikes and finally kicks, all of which made dangerous little ’whicking’ sounds as they cut the air. Settling back to a zen-like stillness when the kata was finished, Sammain raised her left thumb to her throat and drew it across in a slow slash. With that the lights came up and she started toward the ring.
AUTUMN SAMMAIN
More eager for tonight’s match than she cared to let on, the Dragon extended her arms to swat hands with fans on both sides of the aisle, but at no point did she ever take her eyes from Veronica Treymane. Though there was no golden prize awaiting the winner of tonight’s encounter, the stakes felt incredibly high to Sammain and so she made sure Treymane carried the full weight of her gaze. For this return bout against the former World Champion, Autumn wore a black sports bra and matching bottoms which were all but obscured by the Joshi style ‘skirt’ that ended well above the knee. This garment was also dead black, save for several electric green slashes running from north to south. The rest of her outfit consisted of black kneepads, matching boots and fingerless green gloves that reached to just below her elbows.
Exploding into a flat out run as she closed on the squared circle, Sammain bypassed the steps in favor of reaching the apron in a single nimble leap. In the next instant she’d leapt to the corner and from there vaulted to a spot near the center of the squared circle. Then and only then did she raise her fist and rend the air with her war cry, a shrill, brutal sound that earned streamers from the FAWNatics from the front row to the upper deck. Leaping to a spot in the center even as the crepe continued to fly in, Autumn went straight for Veronica and only stopped when Carpenter stepped in her path. Sammain made no move to get around the lanky official, but she didn’t retreat to her corner either, instead forcing Al to conduct his perusal on the spot.
The opening bell raised a round of cheers from the Madhouse basement-dwellers that swelled in direct correlation to the shrinking distance between blonde and brunette. Hands up and ready in a tense grappler’s stance, Treymane strode boldly into Sammain’s personal space and would’ve swept her into a Collar & Elbow right then and there if the Joshi Phenom hadn’t rebuked her with a swift kick to the left thigh! Veronica grimaced, shook it off and stepped up ag--THWHAP! Autumn repeated the leg kick, her boot striking the welt she’d raised with pinpoint accuracy.
It stopped ‘Ronnie’s progress as effectively as the first, giving the brunette just enough time to step out of reach. Treymane didn’t bother to rub at the welt, she was watching Autumn with narrow, angry eyes. “You want to make this a kickboxing match, Dragon?” she challenged. “Just say the word and I’m sure the referee will oblige.”
Sammain shrugged, a small, somehow dismissive gesture. “The stipulation is inconsequential, Treymane. But you want to get close to me and there’s a high price to pay for that plea--”
Veronica came at her a third time and Autumn did indeed tag that stinging left thigh, but the former World Champion just plowed straight ahead, meaning Sammain didn’t have time to disengage before Veronica laced both hands behind her head. Tugging the brunette forward and down, the Pinstripe Powerhouse pistoned a heavy Kneelift up into opposing belly once, twice, thrice! The fourth was on the way when Autumn swatted it down with both hands. Veronica reset her feet, yanked down on her clasp, then shouted a surprised curse as Autumn hooked her left leg behind the knee and claimed it as her own in a sort of standing Cradle. With the blonde down to one leg, Sammain curled her left hand into a fist and began pounding away at her foe’s right flank, those quick mean shots striking home with the sound of someone taking out their
frustrations on the heavy bag, PAK-PAK-PAK!
Not about to let Sammain tee off on her with no repercussions, Veronica transitioned from the Muy-Thai clasp to a Front Facelock, then crooked her right arm into a tire iron and brought it THWAPPING down across the brunette’s shoulders like she meant to beat her to her knees. She may very well have done just that if the Joshi Phenom hadn’t answered Treymane’s escalation with a ripping Left Hook to the liver! ‘Ronnie gaped as her legs went watery, the vicious body blow more than enough to tip their awkward stalemate in Sammain’s favor. Feeling the big blonde sag against her, Autumn wrenched loose of the Facelock, turned her Single Leg into a Double Leg, then rose up on tiptoe and dropped to her knees to PLANT Veronica on the deck with an impromptu Sidewalk Slam!
Treymane landed hard enough to have the wind knocked out of her, alas this proved a secondary concern as the Dragon of Tokyo immediately wedged her shoulders into the pits of the blonde’s knees and scooted forward until Veronica was folded ass over teakettle in a Matchbook! The instinct to keep her shoulders off the canvas was so deeply ingrained that Treymane actually heard Al count… ONE… TWO… before she remembered the stipulation.
Yet instead of easing her mind, the unnecessary cover became all the more galling and she bucked the brunette away a whisper before ‘THREE’ sounded in her head. Now Veronica Treymane was not one to shy away from a fight. She thrived on top level competition, had in fact made it a cornerstone of her championship reign. But the Neo-Noir Knockout got the distinct impression that Autumn was trying to showcase on her, and given her mood coming into this contest, the idea did not sit well. Spinning around on one knee so she could stay locked in as Sammain circled, Veronica started to say something, then decided against it and launched herself at the green-clad battler.
The sheer abruptness of her approach would’ve caught nine out of ten women flat-footed, however Autumn Sammain had made a career of being a dangerous outlier and she spun aside as Treymane roared by. More worrisome for the former champ, Autumn caught her right bicep between her legs and pressed a hand to Veronica’s left shoulder to bring her down flat on her face in what could generously be called a disadvantageous position. Stretched perpendicular across her foe’s back with Treymane’s right arm effectively removed from the equation, Sammain slipped her right arm under ’Ronnie’s left hand and wrenched the whole limb backward in a painful Armbar! Planting her left hand against the mat for extra leverage, Autumn craaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the hold and forced a pained scream from Treymane for her efforts. Cracking a smile for the first time since the bell sounded, Autumn looked down at the wriggling grappler and said, “You’re not giving up already, are you Veronica? Because that’s an ’I’m quitting’ sound if I ever heard one.”
DRAGON WING: www.youtube.com/watch?v=DWlQYc-9CxE
“NO!” Treymane barked to Sammain, Carpenter and anyone else within the sound of her voice. “You’re not getting my number without dialing firEEERRRRGGGGHHH!”
The Phenom pulled her left hand off the mat, crooked it into a claw and raaaaaaaaaaked it over Treymane’s vulnerable belly! One wasn’t nearly enough, so she repeated the tactic twice more, then followed it up with half a dozen exceedingly stiff slaps, each one CLAPPING against the former champ’s aching abdominals. “Break the hold if you’re not going to submit.” Sammain demanded. “Don’t waste my time, Veronicaaarrrrhhhh…hair, Al.”
Veronica’s right hand had indeed found Autumn’s dark hair and made her pay for the painful stretching. Carpenter noted the infraction and was about to call ’Ronnie out for it when Sammain curled her left index finger into a hook and slipped it into the side of Treymane’s mouth! Hair-pull and fishhook proved nothing more than a catty feedback loop, each tactic growing more spiteful in response to her opponent’s--
“All right, break it up you two!” the referee demanded. “I mean it, clean that shyt up! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Treymane let loose of Autumn’s hair a half second early, meaning she had that much time to turn into the hook and chomp down on that encroaching finger! Autumn shrieked, abandoned control over the blonde’s left arm and drilled a single cudgeling overhand shot against the back of her head. That freed her finger and Sammain slid clear, the Dragon relinquishing her perch only on the promise of securing a better one next time.
Al was between them offering up a warning some kind but his voice was barely the ghost of a voice on a fading radio station. Angered by the ease with which Autumn had controlled ( dominated a voice in the back of her head whispered) these early skirmishes, Veronica clambered to boot leather and ‘flicked’ her trunks against the curve of her glutes. “You got a problem with me, Daisy?”
Autumn looked up from her perusal of that gnawed finger and Treymane wasn’t surprised to see a similar fire burning in her dark eyes. “I HAD you, Veronica. Good as you are, at March to War I was better. You were minutes, maybe SECONDS from going out… and then Jenny lost her mind and got the whole f*cking match thrown out. I should’ve got a rematch the next goddamned night, but of course Jacobs jumped ahead of me and you went and got beat like a wet behind the ears rookie. So now here I am at the back of the line again. I mean to get back to the front as quickly as possible and I’m going to start by submitting your punk ass in the middle of this ring.”
Veronica felt her anger grow with every word, not over the promises of defeat, but because she’d spent long nights awake wondering about how that match would’ve ended if Jacobs hadn’t shown up with that damned chair. “You think you know how that match was going to end, Daisy? Then why don’t you step up and show me.”
Ask and ye shall receive, Sammain stormed into the breach and unleashed another kick, one that curled around the former champ’s left hip to strike the strong curve of her glutes. It stung like the flick of a lash, but Treymane soaked it up and responded in kind, pinking Sammain’s left thigh with a leg kick of her own. Autumn didn’t even blink, just took the strike and exchanged it for one of her own, the Phenom seemingly intent on reducing her opponent’s
left leg to so much bruised rubble. ‘Ronnie knew full well she didn’t want to stand and exchange with the brunette for much longer, yet leg pride was a strong thing and she stood her ground for another half dozen kicks, the Dangerous Dame going in on her opponent’s slender stem like it belonged to a certain blonde Innovator.
And lest we forget, Autumn was no passive participant in this contest, she worked her shots up and down Treymane’s flank from buttock to knee, knowing full well that her early work would pay off later in the match when Veronica was hobbling around on one good leg. Indeed these efforts appeared to pay early dividends when her latest shot THWAPPED against Veronica’s thigh hard enough to send her to one knee, albeit only for a moment.
“Stay down if you need to.” Sammain said sweetly. “Catch your breath, rub at those bruisNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
A roar of approval from the Treymane Gang as their leader popped to verticality and CRAAACKED her opponent across the cheek with a savage Bytch Slap! “Need Al to suspend the count, Daisy?” ‘Ronnie taunted as Autumn stumbled into the strands. “I’m sure he’d give you enough time to go find your fa--”
Sammain didn’t let loose with her signature scream but war was stamped all over her features when she stepped forward and unleashed the stiffest kick yet at Treymane’s-- The Neo-Noir Knockout took the strike full force, but this time she curled her arm around Sammain’s ankle to keep her leg pinned in place. No snide remarks now, the blonde merely crooked her right arm into a ‘V’ and DROVE the point of her elbow into Autumn’s knee over and over and CRAAACK! Sammain interrupted with an equally bytchy backhand, one that spun the former champ’s head to the side in a cloud of spun gold.
Still possessed of her opponent’s leg, Veronica stared down the Dragon and said, “Slap me again and I’ll knot you up so tight Al will need every ref in the building to get you untan--”
Autumn leapt off her plant foot and whipped it at Treymane’s head, luckily the Pinstripe Powerhouse dipped it at the absolute last second. Nimble despite the miss, Sammain landed on all three’s and would’ve rebounded quickly enough if Veronica hadn’t threaded the captured leg between her steps and dropped down atop the brunette’s back. Cursing herself a fool for falling into this trap, Sammain planted her elbows against the mat and dragged them both a good foot closer to the ropes before Treymane snaked an arm under her chin and really craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the STF. Hands knotted nice and snug, the blonde mashed her knuckles against Autumn’s cheek and made sure her lips were practically in the Dragon’s ear when she said, “Ask her if she gives, Al!”
Carpenter knew the answer without asking, but there were pretenses to maintain so he leaned over the action and said, “What do you say, Autumn? Need me to--”
Sammain leaned into the hold, it did nothing for the crimp in her neck, but it also meant she had pretty good leverage when she resumed clawing her way forward. Treymane never eased up on the STF for a second, forcing Autumn to earn every bit of canvas en route to wrapping a
hand around the bottom rope. “Get off me, punk.” she demanded in lieu of a traditional break. Much to her surprise, Treymane did indeed release the STF. However the prospect of lasting freedom was dashed the instant the Pinstripe Powerhouse grabbed Autumn’s ankles and draaaaaaaaaggged her all the way back to the center of the squared circle!
“BYTCH!” Sammain snarled as she clambered to hands and knees. “You’re going to pay for UUUNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Veronica let loose, hopped up and dropped the full weight of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds butt first atop the small of Autumn’s back. The Gaijin Extraordinaire hit the mat hard, temporarily breathless in the aftermath of the Butt Bomb. That slowed response made it quite simple for Treymane to hook her biceps and quickly thread them across her thighs. Camel Clutch almost complete, ‘Ronnie joined her hands in an S-grip and scraped ‘em back n’ forth across Sammain’s mouth and nose before transitioning for a more traditional Chinlock. Bearing down on the brunette’s back even as she reefed on her chin, Treymane worked the hold in silence for a good ten seconds before she asked, “Who’s getting worn out now, Daisy? Feelin’ that pressure yet?”
The Dragon made no reply, she was preoccupied searching for holes in the blonde’s defenses. Veronica intended for that quest to be a long and painful one which was why she halved her grip to occasionally twist Autumn’s nose or grrrrriiind her knuckles into the hollow of her eye sockets. It was extremely unpleasant and Al would’ve made her stop under normal circumstances, however submission matches actually encouraged these sorts of tactics and perhaps more importantly, Sammain never once complained about the punishment.
That little detail didn’t escape Treymane’s notice and it irritated her more than she cared to admit. Rather than voice her disdain aloud, she abruptly pulled Autumn’s hair up and back in an unwanted high ponytail, then cupped a hand under her chin. “Lets show that pretty face to the camera, Daisy.” ‘Ronnie purred. “Try not to let your voice crack when you tell them you quit.”
Autumn snarled, the proud battler clearly displeased at being posed so blatantly posed. “Enjoy it while you can, Treymane. Keep it up and I’ll take you on the Walk of Shame after the match is oveEEERRRRRRRHHH!”
The Gorgeous Gangster slid back onto Autumn’s glutes and reefed hard enough to bend Autumn into a distressing tipped over ‘L’ shape. Wagging a finger ‘no’ when Carpenter closed in to check on her, Sammain managed to rasp, “No way, Al. This little candy-ass doesn’t have what it takes to MMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHH!”
Veronica slid her hands up over the Phenom’s muzzle, effectively adding an HOM Smother to her torture. “Why don’t you just shut the hell up?” the blonde snapped as Sammain’s breath sucked against her palm. “I’m just as happy choking you OOOOOWWWWW DAMMIT!”
The Dragon of Tokyo sank her fangs into Veronica’s hand like she meant to have a mid-match snack! Startled and hurt by the rough counter, Treymane rose up away without
thinking about it and paid the price when Sammain slid out from beneath like she’d never been there. Veronica had an instant to note the brunette’s absence, then Autumn grabbed her ankles and yanked, leaving the big blonde to land flat on her face against the thinly-sheathed plywood. With Treymane stunned and prone, Sammain slid forward into a seat on the American’s tush and deftly slid her ankles under opposing arms. In the same breath she curled her arms around Treymane’s ankles and pulled forward to fold her legs. Doing so also allowed her to seize hold of the former champion’s wrists and once she had those, Autumn slipped her feet out from under the blonde’s arms and deftly crossed them beneath Veronica’s chin, all the better to tie the woozy warrior to the human taffy pull known as the Grounded Rocking Horse!
ROCKING HORSE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ND78deZ9cQ
Immediate concerns from the Treymane Gang as well as Al Carpenter as the usually stoic competitor rent the air with a blood-curdling wail of pain. “What do you say, ‘Ronnie?” the official asked at once. “Do you submit? Should I call for the be--”
“NO!” Treymane shook her head to emphasize the denial, even though doing so scraped her face against the brunette’s boots. “I’m not about to give her the satisfactAAAARRRRRRHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAHHHH!”
Sammain laid out on her back and drew her knees up to waist-level, the Gaijin Extraordinaire looking like she was testing out some innovative abdominal exercise that just so happened to peel Veronica’s entire upper body off the mat. Allowing herself a small smile as the powerful grappler wriggled in her clutches, Autumn murmured, “Of course you’re not going to give me anything, little girl. My satisfaction lies in the TAKING. Now give up, or I’ll bend you a little farther.” As proof she jostled her boots, forcing the blonde’s strained head to bobble up n’ down.
“Kuuuuhhhh….kerrrr…..kiss my ass… Daisy.” the Neo-Noir Knockout growled. “You’re not strong enough to make me cede this rinNNNGGGHHH!”
Not about to take sass from someone she had bundled up like a sack of laundry, Sammain uncrossed her feet only to immediately re-cross them behind her prey’s head. Any pleasure Veronica might’ve derived from this shift came to a swift end when the Joshi Phenom swung forward and THWHUMPED her opponent’s forehead into the canvas with a truncated Curb Stomp! To make matters worse she used her feet in conjunction with the Wristlocks to keep Treymane effectively neutralized as she scraaaaaaaaaaaped the suffering blonde’s face back n’ forth against the rough canvas! The punishment only ended when she tired of the game and reset her feet under ‘Ronnie’s chin, all the better to reef back on the Rocking Horse.
Displeased by what he considered less than respectful tactics from the brunette, Al cleared his throat and said, “Knock off the cheap stuff, Autumn. You’re better than that.”
“Yes I am.” Sammain agreed at once. “And so is Veronica. But she stepped through those ropes and made a point to disrespect me. So now I’m showing her what happens to brats.” She
paused, drew her knees that much closer and was rewarded with an agonizing moan from the Pinstripe Powerhouse. “Say it, Treymane.” Autumn demanded after another ten seconds or so. “I’m beyond the point of letting you go with a mere tap ouEEEERRRRRHHHHH BYTCH!”
Though loathe to resort to ‘tooth & claw’ tactics to escape even the most dire predicaments, Veronica wasn’t about to let Sammain dictate the terms of her surrender, which was why she micro-adjusted her wrists until she was able to twist them around and gouge her nails into the soft underside of her foe’s wrists!
It was far from the most painful counter Autumn had endured during the course of her career, yet the surprise of it forced her to release Treymane’s hands, effectively rendering the Rocking Horse null and void. Incensed by the escape, the willowy brunette raised her right leg up high and THWAPPED the sole of her foot against the back of Veronica’s head! The Pinstripe Powerhouse grunted and quickly covered up, so Sammain tossed away ‘Ronnie’s legs and quickly spun around so her knees were pressed into the small of the blonde’s back. From there she made a quick figure four of the champ’s lower legs (keeping her right hand snug around Treymane’s right ankle to keep it in place) then cupped her left hand under opposing chin and rolled backward so she was stretched out flat and Veronica was stretched out overhead in quite possibly the single most famous submission in all of FAWN.
LONDON'S BRIDGE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=xeQNLFbHDP8
London’s Bridge, Autumn Sammain to Veronica Treymane, center of the ring. Veronica’s first reaction (after stifling a scream, that is) entailed grabbing at the wrist hooked over her chin and when that didn’t work she started to draw Al’s attention to her opponent’s shoulders. She opened her mouth, then stopped before anything but a wheeze came out. Of course Autumn’s shoulders were down, it was a Submission Match and pins didn’t mean shyt, so the bendy witch could stay flat for a hundred count without sacrificing a damned thing.
Sammain must’ve sensed the tone of her foe’s thoughts because she jostled her knees and tugged down on both ends to exacerbate the curve of her blonde’s spine. “Give up.” Autumn ordered after easing the pressure a good fifteen seconds later. “You’re trapped in the middle of the ring and we both know I can keep you knotted up for as long as I want. So let’s just skip through the interminable struggle to the part where you tap my wrist and tell Al you can’t take anymore. Because if you make me wait… well, don’t make me wait, Treymane.”
During one of their recent (and increasingly intense) sparring sessions, Lenore Lemarchand had told ’Ronnie that she might have an easier time escaping precarious submissions if she didn’t make a point of antagonizing her opponent when she was essentially defenseless. That the Raven had made this observation while the Gorgeous Gangster was struggling in an Inverted Cloverleaf was not lost on Treymane, yet rather than hold her tongue she snapped, “Hope you packed a lunch, Daisy. Because you’re not going to win a war of attrition with meEERRRGGAAAAHHHHHH!”
Sammain let loose of her blonde’s chin, then took Veronica’s nose between her thumb &
forefinger and gave it a sharp twist! Treymane cried out, first from the pinch, then a second encroachment as Autumn hooked her fingers over the former World Champ’s upper jaw and puuuuuuuuuuuulled! “Believe me, DAISY,” the brunette growled, “attrition is the last thing you want against me.” She shifted her attention to the official and added, “Ask her.”
Al cringed, Sammain’s can-opener tactic not sitting too well with the zebra. “C’mon Autumn, you don’t need to wrestle this way. Neither does she.”
Autumn tightened her hook and tugged again, forcing an ugly gargling shriek from her prey. “Is anything about this hold illegal, Carpenter? No? Then. Ask. Her.”
Sighing, he sank to one knee and touched Treymane’s squirming knee. “What do you say, ‘Ronnie? You hanging in there?”
The Neo-Noir Knockout was in no position to offer a verbal reply, so she waggled her finger ‘no, no, no!’ to let the ref know she was still in the match. Pretty features harsh and cold in the face of this continued defiance, Sammain cranked back on the mandible hook, jerked down on Veronica’s ankle and bounced her knees harder than ever! Wailing into the rafters as Sammain tried to break her in half, Treymane flailed at the air, then flattened her hand and reached for the Dragon’s wrist despite the increasingly loud ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ chants.
Autumn saw this, smiled and poured on even more, a final push to snap the big blonde’s spir-- “AAARRRRHHH FAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Treymane hooked her questing hand into a claw, moved it north by a few inches and RAKED Sammain across the eyes! Wrenching loose the instant Sammain lost hold of her feet, Veronica twisted around in a half circle and dropped atop her foe’s chest in an improvised Crossbody Press. Catching the brunette’s right bicep between her thighs in a quick Scissor, the Pinstripe Powerhouse laid claim to Autumn’s left wrist and drove that arm into the deck three times in rapid succession. Once the other woman’s arms were at least temporarily neutralized, Veronica halved her grip on Sammain’s wrist and went after the Phenom’s trim tummy with a flurry of spiteful slaps.
“How do you like it, Daisy?” she taunted. “Think this pudgy little gut of yours is going to survive?”
A gym rat of the highest order, Autumn hissed in righteous indignation at the application of the ‘p-word’ to her washboard midsection, planted both feet against the mat for a moment, then whipped a Kneelift into her attacker’s ribs. Treymane grunted but it was a glancing blow and she made Sammain pay for the intrusion with another trio of CRAAACKING tummy slaps. “I throw hands harder than you throw knees, Daisy.” Veronica observed after shifting to deflect the brunette’s second Kneelift.
Autumn huffed in derision, strained her shoulders for a moment, then settled back down when the former champ’s defenses held fast. “If you really believe that it’s only a matter of time until you lose.” she muttered. “Punk like you doesn’t have the wits to keep me trapped for much
longGEEEERRRRrrrrrrhhhhhhhh!”
The Joshi Phenom got real loud, then real quiet as she choked off the cry elicited by the big blonde’s Belly Claw. “Call me a punk one more time.” Treymane demanded even as she gouged her middle finger into the other woman’s navel. “Go ahead, do it. See what happens Daisy.”
Silence from the trapped battler, so Al took the opportunity to get closer to the action. “Hanging in there, Autumn? Need me to call for the bell?”
Sammain bit her bottom lip, shook her head ‘no’. “I can wait her out, Al.” she said after a ragged breath. “This punk’s delicate little hands are already starting to trembAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHK YOOOOUUUU BYTCH!”
Veronica HAD warned the brunette about calling her a punk one more time, yet Carpenter still cringed when the Neo-Noir Knockout slid her talon south and affixed it between Sammain’s thighs. “Who’s a punk now, Daisy?” Treymane worked her wrist back n’ forth, alternately tensing and relaxing her fingers to inflict maximum pain on her opponent’s center. “Better yet, who’s that screaming like a little bytch?”
Too overwhelmed with the pain to worry about the embarrassment, Sammain bucked her hips violently and twisted her left wrist simultaneously. The former did nothing save ‘thump’ her glutes against the mat, the latter freed her hand from Treymane’s clutches and she celebrated by trying to twist ‘Ronnie’s nose off her face! Eyes welling immediately, Veronica released the Crotch Claw after a heartbeat’s deliberation, then curled it into a fist and THUMPED a Hammer Fist into Sammain’s groin! Autumn wailed, her cry that of a Banshee in mortal agony, yet it was almost overwhelmed by the crowd noise when the Dangerous Dame slipped her clawin’ hand beneath her rival’s waistband and went right back to the clamp!
“Guuuhhh…lhed ghooah by node.” Veronica’s demanded. “Or id’ll ged whurz.”
Unable to believe the blonde tramp was actually working under her trunks, Sammain wrenched her own grip and was delighted to feel / hear Treymane wheeze against her wrist. Shaking her head ‘no’ to keep Carpenter quiet, Sammain steeled her nerves before she replied. “Mine trumps yours, buttercup. Something tells me I’ll be walking fine long before you re-grow your noSSSSSEEERRRRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Veronica cut her off with a final constriction, pulled her hand loose and marked those snug green briefs as scorched earth with three flat, echoing SMACKS! The vise on her nose loosened just as Treymane knew it would, so she doubled down on Sammain’s counter claw and tore it loose with a vindictive scream! Controlling the Dragon’s wrist like it was a serpent she meant to throttle, ‘Ronnie pounded that arm against the deck until she was satisfied she could control it with just one hand. Freeing her left mitt once Sammain was properly subdued, Treymane pressed the bony ridge of her forearm against opposing face and ground it back & forth like she meant to break a nose or bloody some lips.
“You think I won’t fight on your level?” Veronica barked in the midst of scraping her prey’s features clean one layer at a time. “That you could break my spirit on the mat? Well I got news for you, Daisy! This mat is a dungeon and I am the chief torturer!” She shifted her grip to a pincer on Sammain’s nostrils and squeezed as hard as she could. “Now do you give up or do you still think you can hang?”
“EERRRHHH F*CK YOU!” Autumn roared in a furious nasal scream. “You’re gonna beg me to let you crawl under the bottom rope you arrogant little NNNGGGHHH NOOOOOMMMMPPPPPHHHH!”
Already at a fever pitch thanks to the increasingly personal and mean-spirited nature of the wrestler’s tactics, the Madhouse Dwellers found a higher gear when Veronica bounced her brunette’s noggin like a basketball, then used the resultant wooziness to spin from the Crossbody to a haughty Reverse Face Sit! With the Gaijin Extraordinaire momentarily silenced between her pinstriped-sheathed buns, Treymane went to smooth back her hair, only to muss it instead, a surprisingly catty show of domination from the Neo-Noir Knockout.
“Run your mouth now.” Veronica chided as she corralled Sammain’s wrists in either hand. “Go on, try to tell me how I can’t hack it when you’re snuffling against my stripes!”
Autumn bellowed her utter hatred for the blonde, alas the usual ferocious War Cry sounded more like a keening kettle through the muffler of Treymane’s glutes and the noise grew all the more disheartening when the smirking Gangster clenched her glutes in a vindictive, hands-free pinch! “Give?” she asked after another ten seconds of humiliating air deprivation. “Better say it loud, Daisy. And don’t even think about tap--”
Autumn whipped her legs up in search of a Scissors and they almost certainly would’ve found their target if Treymane hadn’t been on the lookout for that very tactic. Catching her prey’s shins only a few inches shy of her face, Veronica quickly stuffed Sammain’s legs under her arms and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back in a Reverse Matchbook that pointed hapless Joshi backside to the rafters! The temptation to unleash a full on atomic wedgie was terrible, but Treymane reined it in and settled for something more galling on a professional level. Hands flattened into paddles, she SMACKED those upturned buttocks in time to a purely ceremonial count of, “ONE… TWO… THREE!” ‘Ronnie beamed for the camera and waggled her own tush against Autumn’s mostly obscured mug. “Looks like this punk just pinned you ass-up in the middle of the ring, Daisy. Maybe you should watch your mouth the next timOOOHHHH FUUUUUHHHH MMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH!”
Autumn crossed her ankles and bore down in a Bodyscissors that made Treymane groan despite the domineering position. In the same instant the breathless Dragon popped her hips and rolled backward with every bit of strength she could muster. Turned out that was more than enough to deposit Veronica onto her back with Autumn abruptly astride her chest in a very familiar position. Bundling the blonde’s legs under her arms before Treymane could squirm her way loose, Sammain slid back, pushed up, then braced her heels against the mat and slid down in a perfect split that engulfed Veronica in buttock from nose to chin.
Breathing hard following all that prolonged abuse, Autumn didn’t bother wasting air on taunts, though she did adjust her position to make sure the squealing blonde carried every inch of her weight. The cheeky reversal of fortune was still quite new when Al came over to check on-- “Don’t.”
Carpenter stopped, looked sharply at the willowy warrior. “I have to check on her, Autumn.”
“She’s fine and you know it, Al.” she countered. “But FAWN’s favorite little gangster just took a professional rivalry and made it very, very personal. So I’LL ask when I’m sure she’s ready to submit. Are we clear?”
The ref didn’t much care for the tone this match had taken in the last few minutes, indeed he was of the mind to stand both ladies up right now, but there was no doubt he’d catch hell from both wrestlers if he were to do so. After a moment’s deliberation, he nodded and said, “She gets to the ropes, you let go no questions asked. She taps out, you let go, no questions asked. Understand?”
Sammain smiled, planted her hands against the former World Champion’s wriggling backside and punished her with three or four sweeping strokes. “Done. Not that she’s going anywhere.” she looked down and squeezed those defenseless cheeks to emphasize the point. “See? She loves it. Oh, that reminds me…” Autumn bore down on the Matchbook, which in turn put more weight on the blonde’s butt-shocked mug and kept her shoulders glued to the mat while the Gaijin Extraordinaire counted off, “ONE… TWO… THREE!”
Score evened in that regard, Sammain tossed the blonde’s legs aside, curled her hands into claws and sank them into the curves of Treymane’s bounty. “Sure, go ahead and squeal.” the brunette huffed as her foe did just that. “Sob yourself hoarse, but save enough breath to tell me you’re doneeeerrrrrgggggghhhh!”
Veronica confirmed her own catty bona fides when she secured a savage double handful of green trunks and yanked hard enough to hoist Autumn’s glutes off her face for a single glorious second. That proved just enough time for the Dangerous Dame to turn her head before Sammain regained her perch. The ‘cheek-to-cheek’ grind was in no way flattering, yet Treymane considered it an upgrade since her air was no longer filtered through the Dragon’s undercarr-- “EEEERRRRRRHHHHH BYTCH!”
Autumn slid her fingers beneath the snug lycra of ‘Ronnie’s top and paid back the Crotch Claw with a stereo nipple pinch that made Treymane’s eyes water. “Submit.” Autumn said following a second callous tweak. “Tell these people the better woman finished you off before I find another way to humiliate you.”
“F*ck you.” Veronica huffed even as she smacked at flailed at her tormentor’s lower back. “You’re NOT better than me and you need to think long and hard about just what I’ll do to you when HEY! NO, LET GO OF ME DAMMIT!”
Autumn reached back, claimed a huge handful of long blonde locks and shifted her weight to turn Veronica’s head toward the rafters and by extension those domineering glutes. Simultaneously galled and infuriated by the prospect of submitting to the brunette in such a defenseless position, the Neo-Noir Knockout actually darted toward that encroaching backside and chomped down! Autumn shrieked and popped up from the mount, all thoughts of a smother victory forgotten as she dealt with her distended togs and that bright pink crescent on her formerly flawless skin.
Veronica rose as well, albeit a few steps behind and a little bit slower than her opposition. Even so, Sammain didn’t notice the blonde’s return to verticality until she caught a blur of movement off one shoulder and by the time she looked there was a bolt of Chicago Lightning flying straight at her fa-- ‘Ooooooh’s’ from the FAWNatics as Autumn caught knockout shot less than three inches from her nose. Sammain didn’t even give the other wrestler time to think about what happened next, she just swept her plant foot and caught her by the ankle the instant Treymane hit the deck. With the Gangster’s legs spread in a dangerous ‘V’, Autumn STAMPED a heel into ‘Ronnie’s navel, then planted that foot beside opposing hip and crossed Treymane’s legs over her thigh. Already knowing she couldn’t stop what came next, Veronica slammed her elbows into the mat and started crawling, doing everything in her power to close on the ropes before--
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHK!”
The Joshi Phenom dipped down and rolled Treymane onto her belly, securing the Sasorigatame with match-winning force. “SUBMIT!” Autumn roared as she did her level best to break the blonde in half. “IT’S OVER AND YOU LOST!”
Hands in her hair to distract from the pain in her back, Treymane looked up and realized there was a good three feet between her and the bottom rope. Drawing in a deep, shuddering breath, she growled, “I’m not done yet, Daisy.” Then she braced her hands and forehead against the mat and slooooooooooowly forced herself into a sort of torturous push-up position. The pressure on her lower back was hellacious and her biceps trembled like high tension wires, yet Veronica Treymane still felt like a goddamned world beater when she started clawing her way to the ropes. Supported by chants on both sides (‘TAP!’ and ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’) brunette and blonde slogged through the last leg of their war of attrition and though Sammain KNEW she was inflicting terrible punishment on her rival’s spine, she couldn’t stop Treymane’s march toward safety.
“TAP!” she planted her feet and craaaaaaaaaaanked back until she could feel her hair brushing against the blonde’s shoulders. “YOU’RE DONE!”
Veronica shook her head ‘no’, then voiced a heartbroken sob as her arms gave out and she collapsed to the deck. “Jesus ‘Ronnie, don’t torture yourself.” Al said, his voice a worried whisper. “No one’ll think less of you if you--” the Dangerous Dame set her elbows and draaaaaagged herself a little closer to safety. Suddenly certain Treymane was going to make it, the ref hurried around to Autumn and said, “Remember your promise, Autumn. She makes the ropes and you break it immediately.”
“She’s not going to make it, Al.” the Dragon hissed even as her prey dragged her backward. “Girl’s about to break, I can feel--” Autumn was interrupted by another yank that was followed by a wail from Veronica and a thunderous roar from those assembled. Al was certain Veronica must’ve finally reached the ropes he found the blonde with her head buried in one arm and the other hand less than six inches form sanctuary. Something about the scene struck Carpenter as all wrong, yet there was no one in sight and the crowd could’ve been booing ‘Ronnie’s collapse so close to the finish line. He was still looking for a possible explanation when Sammain stood up, marched back to the center of the squared circle and sat down.
Worse than that, she leaned back until her own shoulders were flat on the mat and Veronica’s boots were within inches of the nape of her neck! “Give up.” Autumn said it just loud enough to be heard over the shocked cries of the sold out crowd.
Three seconds went by before Veronica reached up and patted her hip three times. “I submit.” she whimpered. “Let me go, Autumn. I give up.”
The concession seemed to cut some conduit for the Dragon as she immediately released the hold and slopped onto her tummy. Somehow she managed make it to her knees for one last war cry as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… AUTUMN SAMMAIN!”
This was met by a decidedly mixed reaction, which confused Al and disappointed Autumn. “The hell is that?” Sammain huffed to no one in particular. “Like I didn’t put on a f*cking clin--”
“Shyt.” Carpenter interrupted. “That’s what they’re mad about, Autumn.”
Frowning, the Phenom turned to the ‘Tron, where a replay showed Lyssa Zahn vault over the guardrail, rush across the aisle and raaaaaaaaaaake Veronica’s eyes a heartbeat before she would’ve reached the ropes. “F*CK.” Autumn raked a hand through her hair. “Where the hell’d that sneaky cunt get off toNNNNNNGGHHHH!”
A cudgel-like forearm THWHUMPED into the back of Sammain’s skull, knocking her to all fours in a single stroke. “For f*ck’s sake, Lyssa!” Al barked at Lyssa Zahn. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, screwing with the match like OOOOOFFFHHHH!” The Social Media Superstar broke away from her perusal of the scene to drive a Toe Kick into the referee’s gut. The instant he doubled over she slapped on a Front Facelock and dropped back full force to THWONK Carpenter’s noggin against the deck with a brutal DDT.
LYSSA ZAHN
Dismissing the zebra in favor of more deserving prey, Zahn crawled over to Autumn, helped herself to a handful of hair and hauled ‘em both to verticality. “So this is pretty awkward.” the Lyssa noted once she’d drawn Sammain into another Front Facelock. “I actually
like your work, even though Leah gives me shyt about it every time I even mention your name.” The invading brunette slung Autumn’s left arm over her shoulder, then reached down and snagged her target’s trunks at the left hip. “ Here’s the thing. I don’t share. And Turner Classic Movies over there? Bytch belongs to me. So please, don’t take this personally.”
The plea was barely off her lips when Zahn muscled Autumn up like she was going for a Vertical Suplex. But when the Dragon reached one o’clock, the Tweet Storm Trooper loosened her grip just enough to spin around and convert the Front Facelock to one of the Three Quarters Variety. With Sammain’s head under her control, she laid out on her back and THAWHAMMED the Joshi Phenom’s face into the mat courtesy of the brutal elevated Cutter she called Clickbait.
CLICKBAIT: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ejWU6DgHreA
The impact thereof proved one too many for Sammain’s exhausted frame and stretched out in a facedown sprawl, the devastated brunette too weary to even cradle her head in her arms. Satisfied she was alone with her true target, Zahn strolled over to Veronica Treymane (who’d made it to all fours) and casually STOMPED down on the small of her back! The Dangerous Dame wailed and collapsed to her belly, pinned like a bug on a card as the Black Hat grrrrrrrrrround her heel back n’ forth.
“You have NO idea how bad I want to put you on the Wall of Shame right now.” Lyssa sneered at the helpless blonde. “But this, this pain you’re feeling right now?” she pressed down that much harder, a vile reminder of the punishment Autumn had done during the last twenty minutes. “It’s not my work. And taking credit for the work of others, well, that’s just poor form. I will build on it, though. And I’ll make sure there’s no way in hell you’ll consider ducking me.”
“Cuuuhhhh….cowardly bytch,” Veronica groaned through her aches. “I never ducked you. Are you forgetting how I beat your ass when the title was on the NNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Zahn stomped her between the shoulders, clearly not happy about the reminder. “Oh, I didn’t forget, DAISY. But I worried that you forgot about me. So here’s something to keep me on your mind.” Bending down, she grabbed the bottom edge of Treymane’s top and tore it off with half a dozen savage tugs. This brought the requisite whistles and catcalls, but most of the Basement Dwellers had nothing but disdain for the Vine Vixen as she peeled the partially stripped blonde off the mat. “Next time I’ll take you on a goddamned walk.” Lyssa promised the weakened, fuming warrior. “For now though…”
She snagged hold of Treymane’s wrist, stepped back and hurled her into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Or did she? Rather than let go, she dug in her heels, drew Veronica back and welcomed her in with a Gutwrench. This was followed by a quick two hundred and seventy degree spin and a drop to one knee, Treymane wailing in abject anguish as Zahn tried to snap her in half with a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker.
Bracing her victim at chin and thigh, Lyssa puuuuuuussssssshed down on both ends and
jostled her posted knee for perhaps fifteen seconds, each of them a bright, hot hell for the Neo-Noir Knockout. Eventually Zahn raised both hands and brought them SMACKING down on Treymane’s tummy, a parting ‘forget me not’ shot as the blonde tumbled to the deck and didn’t move.
“Tits up and knocked out is a good look on you, Ronnie.” Lyssa reached into her back pocket, pulled out her phone and framed what would’ve been an epic addition to the Wall of Shame. In the end she shook her head ‘no’, put the phone away and settled for planting a boot on the blonde’s chest. “Get ready, bytch.” Zahn taunted the moaning battler. “The future’s comin’ for your outdated ass. And you’ll either adapt… or die.”
VERONICA TREYMANE
A black & white flood swept away the Technicolor in an instant and the Treymane Gang greeted their Grayscale Goddess at the top of their lungs. Accompanied by Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’ the Pinstripe Powerhouse swept through the curtain, paused atop the stage and flicked her trenchcoat aside to reveal the replica Thompson braced against one thigh. “Bit of a controversy last time we met, Daisy.” ‘Ronnie said to no one in particular. “Time we put that to rest.” Smile rising in time with the Thompson, Treymane pulled the trigger and swept a blistering line of pyro across the aisle. Releasing the trigger only when the drum clicked empty, Veronica dropped the barking iron to her side and made quick time toward the squared circle.
For her second encounter with a femme fatale of the highest order, the Neo-Noir Knockout wore the midnight blue version of her usual boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, while her pads and boots matched the blue of her trunks. Her boots remained matte black, as per usual. Taking a moment to slap hands with fans at ringside, ‘Ronnie handed the Thompson off to a FAWN tech, then doffed coat and hat before sliding under the bottom rope. Quick to claim the middle of the ring as her own, Treymane stretched her arms wide and dropped to one knee, treating her fans to a jaunty pre-match pose before moving to the far corner so Al Carpenter could make a check of her pads and boots.
The ref’s inspection was still in progress when the lights in the basement went out with a sighed ‘Fwoosh’. The blackness was immediately pricked a thousand times over by the glow of lighters and phones, as well as the ‘tron, which flickered on as ‘Clap For the Killers’ hit the speakers. Over this clamor the Announcer welcomed the second half of this dangerous duet. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Tokyo Japan, she stands at one point seven meters tall and weighs in at fifty-nine point eight kilograms. She is the Gaijin Extraordinaire, the Joshi Kicking Machine, THIS IS… AUTUMN SAMMAIN!”
Autumn strode into view at the sound of her name and greeted the AHE throng with a lightning-fast array of punches, chops, elbows, knee strikes and finally kicks, all of which made dangerous little ’whicking’ sounds as they cut the air. Settling back to a zen-like stillness when the kata was finished, Sammain raised her left thumb to her throat and drew it across in a slow slash. With that the lights came up and she started toward the ring.
AUTUMN SAMMAIN
More eager for tonight’s match than she cared to let on, the Dragon extended her arms to swat hands with fans on both sides of the aisle, but at no point did she ever take her eyes from Veronica Treymane. Though there was no golden prize awaiting the winner of tonight’s encounter, the stakes felt incredibly high to Sammain and so she made sure Treymane carried the full weight of her gaze. For this return bout against the former World Champion, Autumn wore a black sports bra and matching bottoms which were all but obscured by the Joshi style ‘skirt’ that ended well above the knee. This garment was also dead black, save for several electric green slashes running from north to south. The rest of her outfit consisted of black kneepads, matching boots and fingerless green gloves that reached to just below her elbows.
Exploding into a flat out run as she closed on the squared circle, Sammain bypassed the steps in favor of reaching the apron in a single nimble leap. In the next instant she’d leapt to the corner and from there vaulted to a spot near the center of the squared circle. Then and only then did she raise her fist and rend the air with her war cry, a shrill, brutal sound that earned streamers from the FAWNatics from the front row to the upper deck. Leaping to a spot in the center even as the crepe continued to fly in, Autumn went straight for Veronica and only stopped when Carpenter stepped in her path. Sammain made no move to get around the lanky official, but she didn’t retreat to her corner either, instead forcing Al to conduct his perusal on the spot.
The opening bell raised a round of cheers from the Madhouse basement-dwellers that swelled in direct correlation to the shrinking distance between blonde and brunette. Hands up and ready in a tense grappler’s stance, Treymane strode boldly into Sammain’s personal space and would’ve swept her into a Collar & Elbow right then and there if the Joshi Phenom hadn’t rebuked her with a swift kick to the left thigh! Veronica grimaced, shook it off and stepped up ag--THWHAP! Autumn repeated the leg kick, her boot striking the welt she’d raised with pinpoint accuracy.
It stopped ‘Ronnie’s progress as effectively as the first, giving the brunette just enough time to step out of reach. Treymane didn’t bother to rub at the welt, she was watching Autumn with narrow, angry eyes. “You want to make this a kickboxing match, Dragon?” she challenged. “Just say the word and I’m sure the referee will oblige.”
Sammain shrugged, a small, somehow dismissive gesture. “The stipulation is inconsequential, Treymane. But you want to get close to me and there’s a high price to pay for that plea--”
Veronica came at her a third time and Autumn did indeed tag that stinging left thigh, but the former World Champion just plowed straight ahead, meaning Sammain didn’t have time to disengage before Veronica laced both hands behind her head. Tugging the brunette forward and down, the Pinstripe Powerhouse pistoned a heavy Kneelift up into opposing belly once, twice, thrice! The fourth was on the way when Autumn swatted it down with both hands. Veronica reset her feet, yanked down on her clasp, then shouted a surprised curse as Autumn hooked her left leg behind the knee and claimed it as her own in a sort of standing Cradle. With the blonde down to one leg, Sammain curled her left hand into a fist and began pounding away at her foe’s right flank, those quick mean shots striking home with the sound of someone taking out their
frustrations on the heavy bag, PAK-PAK-PAK!
Not about to let Sammain tee off on her with no repercussions, Veronica transitioned from the Muy-Thai clasp to a Front Facelock, then crooked her right arm into a tire iron and brought it THWAPPING down across the brunette’s shoulders like she meant to beat her to her knees. She may very well have done just that if the Joshi Phenom hadn’t answered Treymane’s escalation with a ripping Left Hook to the liver! ‘Ronnie gaped as her legs went watery, the vicious body blow more than enough to tip their awkward stalemate in Sammain’s favor. Feeling the big blonde sag against her, Autumn wrenched loose of the Facelock, turned her Single Leg into a Double Leg, then rose up on tiptoe and dropped to her knees to PLANT Veronica on the deck with an impromptu Sidewalk Slam!
Treymane landed hard enough to have the wind knocked out of her, alas this proved a secondary concern as the Dragon of Tokyo immediately wedged her shoulders into the pits of the blonde’s knees and scooted forward until Veronica was folded ass over teakettle in a Matchbook! The instinct to keep her shoulders off the canvas was so deeply ingrained that Treymane actually heard Al count… ONE… TWO… before she remembered the stipulation.
Yet instead of easing her mind, the unnecessary cover became all the more galling and she bucked the brunette away a whisper before ‘THREE’ sounded in her head. Now Veronica Treymane was not one to shy away from a fight. She thrived on top level competition, had in fact made it a cornerstone of her championship reign. But the Neo-Noir Knockout got the distinct impression that Autumn was trying to showcase on her, and given her mood coming into this contest, the idea did not sit well. Spinning around on one knee so she could stay locked in as Sammain circled, Veronica started to say something, then decided against it and launched herself at the green-clad battler.
The sheer abruptness of her approach would’ve caught nine out of ten women flat-footed, however Autumn Sammain had made a career of being a dangerous outlier and she spun aside as Treymane roared by. More worrisome for the former champ, Autumn caught her right bicep between her legs and pressed a hand to Veronica’s left shoulder to bring her down flat on her face in what could generously be called a disadvantageous position. Stretched perpendicular across her foe’s back with Treymane’s right arm effectively removed from the equation, Sammain slipped her right arm under ’Ronnie’s left hand and wrenched the whole limb backward in a painful Armbar! Planting her left hand against the mat for extra leverage, Autumn craaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the hold and forced a pained scream from Treymane for her efforts. Cracking a smile for the first time since the bell sounded, Autumn looked down at the wriggling grappler and said, “You’re not giving up already, are you Veronica? Because that’s an ’I’m quitting’ sound if I ever heard one.”
DRAGON WING: www.youtube.com/watch?v=DWlQYc-9CxE
“NO!” Treymane barked to Sammain, Carpenter and anyone else within the sound of her voice. “You’re not getting my number without dialing firEEERRRRGGGGHHH!”
The Phenom pulled her left hand off the mat, crooked it into a claw and raaaaaaaaaaked it over Treymane’s vulnerable belly! One wasn’t nearly enough, so she repeated the tactic twice more, then followed it up with half a dozen exceedingly stiff slaps, each one CLAPPING against the former champ’s aching abdominals. “Break the hold if you’re not going to submit.” Sammain demanded. “Don’t waste my time, Veronicaaarrrrhhhh…hair, Al.”
Veronica’s right hand had indeed found Autumn’s dark hair and made her pay for the painful stretching. Carpenter noted the infraction and was about to call ’Ronnie out for it when Sammain curled her left index finger into a hook and slipped it into the side of Treymane’s mouth! Hair-pull and fishhook proved nothing more than a catty feedback loop, each tactic growing more spiteful in response to her opponent’s--
“All right, break it up you two!” the referee demanded. “I mean it, clean that shyt up! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Treymane let loose of Autumn’s hair a half second early, meaning she had that much time to turn into the hook and chomp down on that encroaching finger! Autumn shrieked, abandoned control over the blonde’s left arm and drilled a single cudgeling overhand shot against the back of her head. That freed her finger and Sammain slid clear, the Dragon relinquishing her perch only on the promise of securing a better one next time.
Al was between them offering up a warning some kind but his voice was barely the ghost of a voice on a fading radio station. Angered by the ease with which Autumn had controlled ( dominated a voice in the back of her head whispered) these early skirmishes, Veronica clambered to boot leather and ‘flicked’ her trunks against the curve of her glutes. “You got a problem with me, Daisy?”
Autumn looked up from her perusal of that gnawed finger and Treymane wasn’t surprised to see a similar fire burning in her dark eyes. “I HAD you, Veronica. Good as you are, at March to War I was better. You were minutes, maybe SECONDS from going out… and then Jenny lost her mind and got the whole f*cking match thrown out. I should’ve got a rematch the next goddamned night, but of course Jacobs jumped ahead of me and you went and got beat like a wet behind the ears rookie. So now here I am at the back of the line again. I mean to get back to the front as quickly as possible and I’m going to start by submitting your punk ass in the middle of this ring.”
Veronica felt her anger grow with every word, not over the promises of defeat, but because she’d spent long nights awake wondering about how that match would’ve ended if Jacobs hadn’t shown up with that damned chair. “You think you know how that match was going to end, Daisy? Then why don’t you step up and show me.”
Ask and ye shall receive, Sammain stormed into the breach and unleashed another kick, one that curled around the former champ’s left hip to strike the strong curve of her glutes. It stung like the flick of a lash, but Treymane soaked it up and responded in kind, pinking Sammain’s left thigh with a leg kick of her own. Autumn didn’t even blink, just took the strike and exchanged it for one of her own, the Phenom seemingly intent on reducing her opponent’s
left leg to so much bruised rubble. ‘Ronnie knew full well she didn’t want to stand and exchange with the brunette for much longer, yet leg pride was a strong thing and she stood her ground for another half dozen kicks, the Dangerous Dame going in on her opponent’s slender stem like it belonged to a certain blonde Innovator.
And lest we forget, Autumn was no passive participant in this contest, she worked her shots up and down Treymane’s flank from buttock to knee, knowing full well that her early work would pay off later in the match when Veronica was hobbling around on one good leg. Indeed these efforts appeared to pay early dividends when her latest shot THWAPPED against Veronica’s thigh hard enough to send her to one knee, albeit only for a moment.
“Stay down if you need to.” Sammain said sweetly. “Catch your breath, rub at those bruisNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
A roar of approval from the Treymane Gang as their leader popped to verticality and CRAAACKED her opponent across the cheek with a savage Bytch Slap! “Need Al to suspend the count, Daisy?” ‘Ronnie taunted as Autumn stumbled into the strands. “I’m sure he’d give you enough time to go find your fa--”
Sammain didn’t let loose with her signature scream but war was stamped all over her features when she stepped forward and unleashed the stiffest kick yet at Treymane’s-- The Neo-Noir Knockout took the strike full force, but this time she curled her arm around Sammain’s ankle to keep her leg pinned in place. No snide remarks now, the blonde merely crooked her right arm into a ‘V’ and DROVE the point of her elbow into Autumn’s knee over and over and CRAAACK! Sammain interrupted with an equally bytchy backhand, one that spun the former champ’s head to the side in a cloud of spun gold.
Still possessed of her opponent’s leg, Veronica stared down the Dragon and said, “Slap me again and I’ll knot you up so tight Al will need every ref in the building to get you untan--”
Autumn leapt off her plant foot and whipped it at Treymane’s head, luckily the Pinstripe Powerhouse dipped it at the absolute last second. Nimble despite the miss, Sammain landed on all three’s and would’ve rebounded quickly enough if Veronica hadn’t threaded the captured leg between her steps and dropped down atop the brunette’s back. Cursing herself a fool for falling into this trap, Sammain planted her elbows against the mat and dragged them both a good foot closer to the ropes before Treymane snaked an arm under her chin and really craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the STF. Hands knotted nice and snug, the blonde mashed her knuckles against Autumn’s cheek and made sure her lips were practically in the Dragon’s ear when she said, “Ask her if she gives, Al!”
Carpenter knew the answer without asking, but there were pretenses to maintain so he leaned over the action and said, “What do you say, Autumn? Need me to--”
Sammain leaned into the hold, it did nothing for the crimp in her neck, but it also meant she had pretty good leverage when she resumed clawing her way forward. Treymane never eased up on the STF for a second, forcing Autumn to earn every bit of canvas en route to wrapping a
hand around the bottom rope. “Get off me, punk.” she demanded in lieu of a traditional break. Much to her surprise, Treymane did indeed release the STF. However the prospect of lasting freedom was dashed the instant the Pinstripe Powerhouse grabbed Autumn’s ankles and draaaaaaaaaggged her all the way back to the center of the squared circle!
“BYTCH!” Sammain snarled as she clambered to hands and knees. “You’re going to pay for UUUNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Veronica let loose, hopped up and dropped the full weight of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds butt first atop the small of Autumn’s back. The Gaijin Extraordinaire hit the mat hard, temporarily breathless in the aftermath of the Butt Bomb. That slowed response made it quite simple for Treymane to hook her biceps and quickly thread them across her thighs. Camel Clutch almost complete, ‘Ronnie joined her hands in an S-grip and scraped ‘em back n’ forth across Sammain’s mouth and nose before transitioning for a more traditional Chinlock. Bearing down on the brunette’s back even as she reefed on her chin, Treymane worked the hold in silence for a good ten seconds before she asked, “Who’s getting worn out now, Daisy? Feelin’ that pressure yet?”
The Dragon made no reply, she was preoccupied searching for holes in the blonde’s defenses. Veronica intended for that quest to be a long and painful one which was why she halved her grip to occasionally twist Autumn’s nose or grrrrriiind her knuckles into the hollow of her eye sockets. It was extremely unpleasant and Al would’ve made her stop under normal circumstances, however submission matches actually encouraged these sorts of tactics and perhaps more importantly, Sammain never once complained about the punishment.
That little detail didn’t escape Treymane’s notice and it irritated her more than she cared to admit. Rather than voice her disdain aloud, she abruptly pulled Autumn’s hair up and back in an unwanted high ponytail, then cupped a hand under her chin. “Lets show that pretty face to the camera, Daisy.” ‘Ronnie purred. “Try not to let your voice crack when you tell them you quit.”
Autumn snarled, the proud battler clearly displeased at being posed so blatantly posed. “Enjoy it while you can, Treymane. Keep it up and I’ll take you on the Walk of Shame after the match is oveEEERRRRRRRHHH!”
The Gorgeous Gangster slid back onto Autumn’s glutes and reefed hard enough to bend Autumn into a distressing tipped over ‘L’ shape. Wagging a finger ‘no’ when Carpenter closed in to check on her, Sammain managed to rasp, “No way, Al. This little candy-ass doesn’t have what it takes to MMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHH!”
Veronica slid her hands up over the Phenom’s muzzle, effectively adding an HOM Smother to her torture. “Why don’t you just shut the hell up?” the blonde snapped as Sammain’s breath sucked against her palm. “I’m just as happy choking you OOOOOWWWWW DAMMIT!”
The Dragon of Tokyo sank her fangs into Veronica’s hand like she meant to have a mid-match snack! Startled and hurt by the rough counter, Treymane rose up away without
thinking about it and paid the price when Sammain slid out from beneath like she’d never been there. Veronica had an instant to note the brunette’s absence, then Autumn grabbed her ankles and yanked, leaving the big blonde to land flat on her face against the thinly-sheathed plywood. With Treymane stunned and prone, Sammain slid forward into a seat on the American’s tush and deftly slid her ankles under opposing arms. In the same breath she curled her arms around Treymane’s ankles and pulled forward to fold her legs. Doing so also allowed her to seize hold of the former champion’s wrists and once she had those, Autumn slipped her feet out from under the blonde’s arms and deftly crossed them beneath Veronica’s chin, all the better to tie the woozy warrior to the human taffy pull known as the Grounded Rocking Horse!
ROCKING HORSE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ND78deZ9cQ
Immediate concerns from the Treymane Gang as well as Al Carpenter as the usually stoic competitor rent the air with a blood-curdling wail of pain. “What do you say, ‘Ronnie?” the official asked at once. “Do you submit? Should I call for the be--”
“NO!” Treymane shook her head to emphasize the denial, even though doing so scraped her face against the brunette’s boots. “I’m not about to give her the satisfactAAAARRRRRRHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAHHHH!”
Sammain laid out on her back and drew her knees up to waist-level, the Gaijin Extraordinaire looking like she was testing out some innovative abdominal exercise that just so happened to peel Veronica’s entire upper body off the mat. Allowing herself a small smile as the powerful grappler wriggled in her clutches, Autumn murmured, “Of course you’re not going to give me anything, little girl. My satisfaction lies in the TAKING. Now give up, or I’ll bend you a little farther.” As proof she jostled her boots, forcing the blonde’s strained head to bobble up n’ down.
“Kuuuuhhhh….kerrrr…..kiss my ass… Daisy.” the Neo-Noir Knockout growled. “You’re not strong enough to make me cede this rinNNNGGGHHH!”
Not about to take sass from someone she had bundled up like a sack of laundry, Sammain uncrossed her feet only to immediately re-cross them behind her prey’s head. Any pleasure Veronica might’ve derived from this shift came to a swift end when the Joshi Phenom swung forward and THWHUMPED her opponent’s forehead into the canvas with a truncated Curb Stomp! To make matters worse she used her feet in conjunction with the Wristlocks to keep Treymane effectively neutralized as she scraaaaaaaaaaaped the suffering blonde’s face back n’ forth against the rough canvas! The punishment only ended when she tired of the game and reset her feet under ‘Ronnie’s chin, all the better to reef back on the Rocking Horse.
Displeased by what he considered less than respectful tactics from the brunette, Al cleared his throat and said, “Knock off the cheap stuff, Autumn. You’re better than that.”
“Yes I am.” Sammain agreed at once. “And so is Veronica. But she stepped through those ropes and made a point to disrespect me. So now I’m showing her what happens to brats.” She
paused, drew her knees that much closer and was rewarded with an agonizing moan from the Pinstripe Powerhouse. “Say it, Treymane.” Autumn demanded after another ten seconds or so. “I’m beyond the point of letting you go with a mere tap ouEEEERRRRRHHHHH BYTCH!”
Though loathe to resort to ‘tooth & claw’ tactics to escape even the most dire predicaments, Veronica wasn’t about to let Sammain dictate the terms of her surrender, which was why she micro-adjusted her wrists until she was able to twist them around and gouge her nails into the soft underside of her foe’s wrists!
It was far from the most painful counter Autumn had endured during the course of her career, yet the surprise of it forced her to release Treymane’s hands, effectively rendering the Rocking Horse null and void. Incensed by the escape, the willowy brunette raised her right leg up high and THWAPPED the sole of her foot against the back of Veronica’s head! The Pinstripe Powerhouse grunted and quickly covered up, so Sammain tossed away ‘Ronnie’s legs and quickly spun around so her knees were pressed into the small of the blonde’s back. From there she made a quick figure four of the champ’s lower legs (keeping her right hand snug around Treymane’s right ankle to keep it in place) then cupped her left hand under opposing chin and rolled backward so she was stretched out flat and Veronica was stretched out overhead in quite possibly the single most famous submission in all of FAWN.
LONDON'S BRIDGE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=xeQNLFbHDP8
London’s Bridge, Autumn Sammain to Veronica Treymane, center of the ring. Veronica’s first reaction (after stifling a scream, that is) entailed grabbing at the wrist hooked over her chin and when that didn’t work she started to draw Al’s attention to her opponent’s shoulders. She opened her mouth, then stopped before anything but a wheeze came out. Of course Autumn’s shoulders were down, it was a Submission Match and pins didn’t mean shyt, so the bendy witch could stay flat for a hundred count without sacrificing a damned thing.
Sammain must’ve sensed the tone of her foe’s thoughts because she jostled her knees and tugged down on both ends to exacerbate the curve of her blonde’s spine. “Give up.” Autumn ordered after easing the pressure a good fifteen seconds later. “You’re trapped in the middle of the ring and we both know I can keep you knotted up for as long as I want. So let’s just skip through the interminable struggle to the part where you tap my wrist and tell Al you can’t take anymore. Because if you make me wait… well, don’t make me wait, Treymane.”
During one of their recent (and increasingly intense) sparring sessions, Lenore Lemarchand had told ’Ronnie that she might have an easier time escaping precarious submissions if she didn’t make a point of antagonizing her opponent when she was essentially defenseless. That the Raven had made this observation while the Gorgeous Gangster was struggling in an Inverted Cloverleaf was not lost on Treymane, yet rather than hold her tongue she snapped, “Hope you packed a lunch, Daisy. Because you’re not going to win a war of attrition with meEERRRGGAAAAHHHHHH!”
Sammain let loose of her blonde’s chin, then took Veronica’s nose between her thumb &
forefinger and gave it a sharp twist! Treymane cried out, first from the pinch, then a second encroachment as Autumn hooked her fingers over the former World Champ’s upper jaw and puuuuuuuuuuuulled! “Believe me, DAISY,” the brunette growled, “attrition is the last thing you want against me.” She shifted her attention to the official and added, “Ask her.”
Al cringed, Sammain’s can-opener tactic not sitting too well with the zebra. “C’mon Autumn, you don’t need to wrestle this way. Neither does she.”
Autumn tightened her hook and tugged again, forcing an ugly gargling shriek from her prey. “Is anything about this hold illegal, Carpenter? No? Then. Ask. Her.”
Sighing, he sank to one knee and touched Treymane’s squirming knee. “What do you say, ‘Ronnie? You hanging in there?”
The Neo-Noir Knockout was in no position to offer a verbal reply, so she waggled her finger ‘no, no, no!’ to let the ref know she was still in the match. Pretty features harsh and cold in the face of this continued defiance, Sammain cranked back on the mandible hook, jerked down on Veronica’s ankle and bounced her knees harder than ever! Wailing into the rafters as Sammain tried to break her in half, Treymane flailed at the air, then flattened her hand and reached for the Dragon’s wrist despite the increasingly loud ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ chants.
Autumn saw this, smiled and poured on even more, a final push to snap the big blonde’s spir-- “AAARRRRHHH FAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Treymane hooked her questing hand into a claw, moved it north by a few inches and RAKED Sammain across the eyes! Wrenching loose the instant Sammain lost hold of her feet, Veronica twisted around in a half circle and dropped atop her foe’s chest in an improvised Crossbody Press. Catching the brunette’s right bicep between her thighs in a quick Scissor, the Pinstripe Powerhouse laid claim to Autumn’s left wrist and drove that arm into the deck three times in rapid succession. Once the other woman’s arms were at least temporarily neutralized, Veronica halved her grip on Sammain’s wrist and went after the Phenom’s trim tummy with a flurry of spiteful slaps.
“How do you like it, Daisy?” she taunted. “Think this pudgy little gut of yours is going to survive?”
A gym rat of the highest order, Autumn hissed in righteous indignation at the application of the ‘p-word’ to her washboard midsection, planted both feet against the mat for a moment, then whipped a Kneelift into her attacker’s ribs. Treymane grunted but it was a glancing blow and she made Sammain pay for the intrusion with another trio of CRAAACKING tummy slaps. “I throw hands harder than you throw knees, Daisy.” Veronica observed after shifting to deflect the brunette’s second Kneelift.
Autumn huffed in derision, strained her shoulders for a moment, then settled back down when the former champ’s defenses held fast. “If you really believe that it’s only a matter of time until you lose.” she muttered. “Punk like you doesn’t have the wits to keep me trapped for much
longGEEEERRRRrrrrrrhhhhhhhh!”
The Joshi Phenom got real loud, then real quiet as she choked off the cry elicited by the big blonde’s Belly Claw. “Call me a punk one more time.” Treymane demanded even as she gouged her middle finger into the other woman’s navel. “Go ahead, do it. See what happens Daisy.”
Silence from the trapped battler, so Al took the opportunity to get closer to the action. “Hanging in there, Autumn? Need me to call for the bell?”
Sammain bit her bottom lip, shook her head ‘no’. “I can wait her out, Al.” she said after a ragged breath. “This punk’s delicate little hands are already starting to trembAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHK YOOOOUUUU BYTCH!”
Veronica HAD warned the brunette about calling her a punk one more time, yet Carpenter still cringed when the Neo-Noir Knockout slid her talon south and affixed it between Sammain’s thighs. “Who’s a punk now, Daisy?” Treymane worked her wrist back n’ forth, alternately tensing and relaxing her fingers to inflict maximum pain on her opponent’s center. “Better yet, who’s that screaming like a little bytch?”
Too overwhelmed with the pain to worry about the embarrassment, Sammain bucked her hips violently and twisted her left wrist simultaneously. The former did nothing save ‘thump’ her glutes against the mat, the latter freed her hand from Treymane’s clutches and she celebrated by trying to twist ‘Ronnie’s nose off her face! Eyes welling immediately, Veronica released the Crotch Claw after a heartbeat’s deliberation, then curled it into a fist and THUMPED a Hammer Fist into Sammain’s groin! Autumn wailed, her cry that of a Banshee in mortal agony, yet it was almost overwhelmed by the crowd noise when the Dangerous Dame slipped her clawin’ hand beneath her rival’s waistband and went right back to the clamp!
“Guuuhhh…lhed ghooah by node.” Veronica’s demanded. “Or id’ll ged whurz.”
Unable to believe the blonde tramp was actually working under her trunks, Sammain wrenched her own grip and was delighted to feel / hear Treymane wheeze against her wrist. Shaking her head ‘no’ to keep Carpenter quiet, Sammain steeled her nerves before she replied. “Mine trumps yours, buttercup. Something tells me I’ll be walking fine long before you re-grow your noSSSSSEEERRRRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Veronica cut her off with a final constriction, pulled her hand loose and marked those snug green briefs as scorched earth with three flat, echoing SMACKS! The vise on her nose loosened just as Treymane knew it would, so she doubled down on Sammain’s counter claw and tore it loose with a vindictive scream! Controlling the Dragon’s wrist like it was a serpent she meant to throttle, ‘Ronnie pounded that arm against the deck until she was satisfied she could control it with just one hand. Freeing her left mitt once Sammain was properly subdued, Treymane pressed the bony ridge of her forearm against opposing face and ground it back & forth like she meant to break a nose or bloody some lips.
“You think I won’t fight on your level?” Veronica barked in the midst of scraping her prey’s features clean one layer at a time. “That you could break my spirit on the mat? Well I got news for you, Daisy! This mat is a dungeon and I am the chief torturer!” She shifted her grip to a pincer on Sammain’s nostrils and squeezed as hard as she could. “Now do you give up or do you still think you can hang?”
“EERRRHHH F*CK YOU!” Autumn roared in a furious nasal scream. “You’re gonna beg me to let you crawl under the bottom rope you arrogant little NNNGGGHHH NOOOOOMMMMPPPPPHHHH!”
Already at a fever pitch thanks to the increasingly personal and mean-spirited nature of the wrestler’s tactics, the Madhouse Dwellers found a higher gear when Veronica bounced her brunette’s noggin like a basketball, then used the resultant wooziness to spin from the Crossbody to a haughty Reverse Face Sit! With the Gaijin Extraordinaire momentarily silenced between her pinstriped-sheathed buns, Treymane went to smooth back her hair, only to muss it instead, a surprisingly catty show of domination from the Neo-Noir Knockout.
“Run your mouth now.” Veronica chided as she corralled Sammain’s wrists in either hand. “Go on, try to tell me how I can’t hack it when you’re snuffling against my stripes!”
Autumn bellowed her utter hatred for the blonde, alas the usual ferocious War Cry sounded more like a keening kettle through the muffler of Treymane’s glutes and the noise grew all the more disheartening when the smirking Gangster clenched her glutes in a vindictive, hands-free pinch! “Give?” she asked after another ten seconds of humiliating air deprivation. “Better say it loud, Daisy. And don’t even think about tap--”
Autumn whipped her legs up in search of a Scissors and they almost certainly would’ve found their target if Treymane hadn’t been on the lookout for that very tactic. Catching her prey’s shins only a few inches shy of her face, Veronica quickly stuffed Sammain’s legs under her arms and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back in a Reverse Matchbook that pointed hapless Joshi backside to the rafters! The temptation to unleash a full on atomic wedgie was terrible, but Treymane reined it in and settled for something more galling on a professional level. Hands flattened into paddles, she SMACKED those upturned buttocks in time to a purely ceremonial count of, “ONE… TWO… THREE!” ‘Ronnie beamed for the camera and waggled her own tush against Autumn’s mostly obscured mug. “Looks like this punk just pinned you ass-up in the middle of the ring, Daisy. Maybe you should watch your mouth the next timOOOHHHH FUUUUUHHHH MMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH!”
Autumn crossed her ankles and bore down in a Bodyscissors that made Treymane groan despite the domineering position. In the same instant the breathless Dragon popped her hips and rolled backward with every bit of strength she could muster. Turned out that was more than enough to deposit Veronica onto her back with Autumn abruptly astride her chest in a very familiar position. Bundling the blonde’s legs under her arms before Treymane could squirm her way loose, Sammain slid back, pushed up, then braced her heels against the mat and slid down in a perfect split that engulfed Veronica in buttock from nose to chin.
Breathing hard following all that prolonged abuse, Autumn didn’t bother wasting air on taunts, though she did adjust her position to make sure the squealing blonde carried every inch of her weight. The cheeky reversal of fortune was still quite new when Al came over to check on-- “Don’t.”
Carpenter stopped, looked sharply at the willowy warrior. “I have to check on her, Autumn.”
“She’s fine and you know it, Al.” she countered. “But FAWN’s favorite little gangster just took a professional rivalry and made it very, very personal. So I’LL ask when I’m sure she’s ready to submit. Are we clear?”
The ref didn’t much care for the tone this match had taken in the last few minutes, indeed he was of the mind to stand both ladies up right now, but there was no doubt he’d catch hell from both wrestlers if he were to do so. After a moment’s deliberation, he nodded and said, “She gets to the ropes, you let go no questions asked. She taps out, you let go, no questions asked. Understand?”
Sammain smiled, planted her hands against the former World Champion’s wriggling backside and punished her with three or four sweeping strokes. “Done. Not that she’s going anywhere.” she looked down and squeezed those defenseless cheeks to emphasize the point. “See? She loves it. Oh, that reminds me…” Autumn bore down on the Matchbook, which in turn put more weight on the blonde’s butt-shocked mug and kept her shoulders glued to the mat while the Gaijin Extraordinaire counted off, “ONE… TWO… THREE!”
Score evened in that regard, Sammain tossed the blonde’s legs aside, curled her hands into claws and sank them into the curves of Treymane’s bounty. “Sure, go ahead and squeal.” the brunette huffed as her foe did just that. “Sob yourself hoarse, but save enough breath to tell me you’re doneeeerrrrrgggggghhhh!”
Veronica confirmed her own catty bona fides when she secured a savage double handful of green trunks and yanked hard enough to hoist Autumn’s glutes off her face for a single glorious second. That proved just enough time for the Dangerous Dame to turn her head before Sammain regained her perch. The ‘cheek-to-cheek’ grind was in no way flattering, yet Treymane considered it an upgrade since her air was no longer filtered through the Dragon’s undercarr-- “EEEERRRRRRHHHHH BYTCH!”
Autumn slid her fingers beneath the snug lycra of ‘Ronnie’s top and paid back the Crotch Claw with a stereo nipple pinch that made Treymane’s eyes water. “Submit.” Autumn said following a second callous tweak. “Tell these people the better woman finished you off before I find another way to humiliate you.”
“F*ck you.” Veronica huffed even as she smacked at flailed at her tormentor’s lower back. “You’re NOT better than me and you need to think long and hard about just what I’ll do to you when HEY! NO, LET GO OF ME DAMMIT!”
Autumn reached back, claimed a huge handful of long blonde locks and shifted her weight to turn Veronica’s head toward the rafters and by extension those domineering glutes. Simultaneously galled and infuriated by the prospect of submitting to the brunette in such a defenseless position, the Neo-Noir Knockout actually darted toward that encroaching backside and chomped down! Autumn shrieked and popped up from the mount, all thoughts of a smother victory forgotten as she dealt with her distended togs and that bright pink crescent on her formerly flawless skin.
Veronica rose as well, albeit a few steps behind and a little bit slower than her opposition. Even so, Sammain didn’t notice the blonde’s return to verticality until she caught a blur of movement off one shoulder and by the time she looked there was a bolt of Chicago Lightning flying straight at her fa-- ‘Ooooooh’s’ from the FAWNatics as Autumn caught knockout shot less than three inches from her nose. Sammain didn’t even give the other wrestler time to think about what happened next, she just swept her plant foot and caught her by the ankle the instant Treymane hit the deck. With the Gangster’s legs spread in a dangerous ‘V’, Autumn STAMPED a heel into ‘Ronnie’s navel, then planted that foot beside opposing hip and crossed Treymane’s legs over her thigh. Already knowing she couldn’t stop what came next, Veronica slammed her elbows into the mat and started crawling, doing everything in her power to close on the ropes before--
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHK!”
The Joshi Phenom dipped down and rolled Treymane onto her belly, securing the Sasorigatame with match-winning force. “SUBMIT!” Autumn roared as she did her level best to break the blonde in half. “IT’S OVER AND YOU LOST!”
Hands in her hair to distract from the pain in her back, Treymane looked up and realized there was a good three feet between her and the bottom rope. Drawing in a deep, shuddering breath, she growled, “I’m not done yet, Daisy.” Then she braced her hands and forehead against the mat and slooooooooooowly forced herself into a sort of torturous push-up position. The pressure on her lower back was hellacious and her biceps trembled like high tension wires, yet Veronica Treymane still felt like a goddamned world beater when she started clawing her way to the ropes. Supported by chants on both sides (‘TAP!’ and ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’) brunette and blonde slogged through the last leg of their war of attrition and though Sammain KNEW she was inflicting terrible punishment on her rival’s spine, she couldn’t stop Treymane’s march toward safety.
“TAP!” she planted her feet and craaaaaaaaaaanked back until she could feel her hair brushing against the blonde’s shoulders. “YOU’RE DONE!”
Veronica shook her head ‘no’, then voiced a heartbroken sob as her arms gave out and she collapsed to the deck. “Jesus ‘Ronnie, don’t torture yourself.” Al said, his voice a worried whisper. “No one’ll think less of you if you--” the Dangerous Dame set her elbows and draaaaaagged herself a little closer to safety. Suddenly certain Treymane was going to make it, the ref hurried around to Autumn and said, “Remember your promise, Autumn. She makes the ropes and you break it immediately.”
“She’s not going to make it, Al.” the Dragon hissed even as her prey dragged her backward. “Girl’s about to break, I can feel--” Autumn was interrupted by another yank that was followed by a wail from Veronica and a thunderous roar from those assembled. Al was certain Veronica must’ve finally reached the ropes he found the blonde with her head buried in one arm and the other hand less than six inches form sanctuary. Something about the scene struck Carpenter as all wrong, yet there was no one in sight and the crowd could’ve been booing ‘Ronnie’s collapse so close to the finish line. He was still looking for a possible explanation when Sammain stood up, marched back to the center of the squared circle and sat down.
Worse than that, she leaned back until her own shoulders were flat on the mat and Veronica’s boots were within inches of the nape of her neck! “Give up.” Autumn said it just loud enough to be heard over the shocked cries of the sold out crowd.
Three seconds went by before Veronica reached up and patted her hip three times. “I submit.” she whimpered. “Let me go, Autumn. I give up.”
The concession seemed to cut some conduit for the Dragon as she immediately released the hold and slopped onto her tummy. Somehow she managed make it to her knees for one last war cry as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… AUTUMN SAMMAIN!”
This was met by a decidedly mixed reaction, which confused Al and disappointed Autumn. “The hell is that?” Sammain huffed to no one in particular. “Like I didn’t put on a f*cking clin--”
“Shyt.” Carpenter interrupted. “That’s what they’re mad about, Autumn.”
Frowning, the Phenom turned to the ‘Tron, where a replay showed Lyssa Zahn vault over the guardrail, rush across the aisle and raaaaaaaaaaake Veronica’s eyes a heartbeat before she would’ve reached the ropes. “F*CK.” Autumn raked a hand through her hair. “Where the hell’d that sneaky cunt get off toNNNNNNGGHHHH!”
A cudgel-like forearm THWHUMPED into the back of Sammain’s skull, knocking her to all fours in a single stroke. “For f*ck’s sake, Lyssa!” Al barked at Lyssa Zahn. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, screwing with the match like OOOOOFFFHHHH!” The Social Media Superstar broke away from her perusal of the scene to drive a Toe Kick into the referee’s gut. The instant he doubled over she slapped on a Front Facelock and dropped back full force to THWONK Carpenter’s noggin against the deck with a brutal DDT.
LYSSA ZAHN
Dismissing the zebra in favor of more deserving prey, Zahn crawled over to Autumn, helped herself to a handful of hair and hauled ‘em both to verticality. “So this is pretty awkward.” the Lyssa noted once she’d drawn Sammain into another Front Facelock. “I actually
like your work, even though Leah gives me shyt about it every time I even mention your name.” The invading brunette slung Autumn’s left arm over her shoulder, then reached down and snagged her target’s trunks at the left hip. “ Here’s the thing. I don’t share. And Turner Classic Movies over there? Bytch belongs to me. So please, don’t take this personally.”
The plea was barely off her lips when Zahn muscled Autumn up like she was going for a Vertical Suplex. But when the Dragon reached one o’clock, the Tweet Storm Trooper loosened her grip just enough to spin around and convert the Front Facelock to one of the Three Quarters Variety. With Sammain’s head under her control, she laid out on her back and THAWHAMMED the Joshi Phenom’s face into the mat courtesy of the brutal elevated Cutter she called Clickbait.
CLICKBAIT: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ejWU6DgHreA
The impact thereof proved one too many for Sammain’s exhausted frame and stretched out in a facedown sprawl, the devastated brunette too weary to even cradle her head in her arms. Satisfied she was alone with her true target, Zahn strolled over to Veronica Treymane (who’d made it to all fours) and casually STOMPED down on the small of her back! The Dangerous Dame wailed and collapsed to her belly, pinned like a bug on a card as the Black Hat grrrrrrrrrround her heel back n’ forth.
“You have NO idea how bad I want to put you on the Wall of Shame right now.” Lyssa sneered at the helpless blonde. “But this, this pain you’re feeling right now?” she pressed down that much harder, a vile reminder of the punishment Autumn had done during the last twenty minutes. “It’s not my work. And taking credit for the work of others, well, that’s just poor form. I will build on it, though. And I’ll make sure there’s no way in hell you’ll consider ducking me.”
“Cuuuhhhh….cowardly bytch,” Veronica groaned through her aches. “I never ducked you. Are you forgetting how I beat your ass when the title was on the NNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Zahn stomped her between the shoulders, clearly not happy about the reminder. “Oh, I didn’t forget, DAISY. But I worried that you forgot about me. So here’s something to keep me on your mind.” Bending down, she grabbed the bottom edge of Treymane’s top and tore it off with half a dozen savage tugs. This brought the requisite whistles and catcalls, but most of the Basement Dwellers had nothing but disdain for the Vine Vixen as she peeled the partially stripped blonde off the mat. “Next time I’ll take you on a goddamned walk.” Lyssa promised the weakened, fuming warrior. “For now though…”
She snagged hold of Treymane’s wrist, stepped back and hurled her into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Or did she? Rather than let go, she dug in her heels, drew Veronica back and welcomed her in with a Gutwrench. This was followed by a quick two hundred and seventy degree spin and a drop to one knee, Treymane wailing in abject anguish as Zahn tried to snap her in half with a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker.
Bracing her victim at chin and thigh, Lyssa puuuuuuussssssshed down on both ends and
jostled her posted knee for perhaps fifteen seconds, each of them a bright, hot hell for the Neo-Noir Knockout. Eventually Zahn raised both hands and brought them SMACKING down on Treymane’s tummy, a parting ‘forget me not’ shot as the blonde tumbled to the deck and didn’t move.
“Tits up and knocked out is a good look on you, Ronnie.” Lyssa reached into her back pocket, pulled out her phone and framed what would’ve been an epic addition to the Wall of Shame. In the end she shook her head ‘no’, put the phone away and settled for planting a boot on the blonde’s chest. “Get ready, bytch.” Zahn taunted the moaning battler. “The future’s comin’ for your outdated ass. And you’ll either adapt… or die.”