Post by dsb on Jul 15, 2018 23:54:43 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is an I QUIT Match! That means there will be no pin-falls, no count outs, no disqualifications and no knock outs! The match will continue until one competitor has made her opponent utter the words ‘I quit!’ Introducing first, representing the Black Hats, hailing from Foxriver, New York... She stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is the All World Millennial… this is LYYYSSSSSSAAA ZAAAHHHNNN!”
LYSSA ZAHN:
The boos were already coming down fast and furious by the time the opening of ‘Criticize’ hit the speakers. The curtains parted immediately thereafter as a ravishing brunette strode into view, smart phone already in hand for a trio of perfectly shot selfies. “TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT THESE NOW, LOSERS!” she barked at the jeering throng. “THEY’LL BE THE LAST ONES WHERE I’M NOT COVERED IN POSEUR BLOOD!” This did nothing to endear her to the already hostile crowd, not that their hatred stopped a second of Zahn’s running commentary as she headed for the ring.
For this sweltering curtain call with a certain Gorgeous Gangster, Lyssa chose predominately black spandex: a two piece, the top with thin, pink shoulder straps set at a slight angle, and a pink mesh “plate” over the clavicle, rising into a collar. The bottom rim of this piece and the neckline of the bikini top worked to create almost a heart-shaped “cleavage window.” Matching bottoms (with pink trim), pink wristbands and pads, and black boots completed the look.
Making a point to swipe and sneer at every single Treymane fan within the sound of her voice, Zahn didn’t stop running her mouth until she stormed up the steel steps and hopped over the top rope. “Hey, want to check my pads, Nick?” she asked of senior official Nick Castle. “Oh wait, you can’t! Because you’re only here to listen to that lanky bytch scream!” The ref kept his mouth shut, only pointing Lyssa to the corner that would afford the best view of her arriving nemesis.
The Announcer piped up once the worst of the boos faded into the background. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Bridgeport California she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds, she is the Dangerous Dame… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
Color gave way to grayscale in an instant, but the sound was still decidedly modern, as evidenced by the deafening roar from the FAWNatics. Accompanied by Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’ the Pinstripe Powerhouse stormed through the curtain, paused atop the stage and flicked her trenchcoat aside to reveal the replica Thompson braced against one thigh. “You made me scream the last time we met, Daisy.” Treymane said with none of her usual good humor. “Tonight I return the favor… with crippling interest.” On that unpleasant promise she raised the Thompson and now ‘Ronnie grinned from ear to ear as she pointed her barking iron down the aisle and let loose with a blistering line of pyro. 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.
VERONICA TREYMANE:
A bit of a sartorial departure for the blonde tonight as she’d chosen a jett-black 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 white of her stripes. Her boots remained matte black, as per usual. Approaching the ring like she meant to charge at any moment, ‘Ronnie maintained her composure long enough to mount the steps and wipe her boots on the apron. “Mind if I take your iron, Veronica?” Nick asked before Treymane could slip through the ropes.”
Veronica gave it to him with a smile, then doffed hat and coat and handed those off as well. “What’s the matter Nick? Afraid I might beat her with it?”
“I’m afraid you might make her EAT it.”
“Hadn’t crossed my mind, but a good idea is a good idea.” Castle only shook his head, so the Pinstripe Powerhouse slipped through the strands and moved to the center of the ring. Eyes locked on Zahn, Treymane hooked both thumbs into her suspenders and gave ‘em a little ‘snap’ before raking the brunette with a hail of invisible lead.
Lyssa countered with the ‘jerk off’ motion, then braced her elbows against the top rope and leaned back. “Hope you brought more than that, punk. Otherwise this is going to be a very short night.”
“You wish, Daisy. You wish.” Veronica cooed as she moved to the opposite side of the ring.
Considering the rivers of bad blood that flowed between these two competitors, the FAWNatics expected a mutual shrieking Valkyrie charge the moment the bell sounded. So imagine their surprise when Zahn turned her back to tend to something in her corner. The site of her rival’s back was wickedly tempting, but a cool voice in Treymane’s head told her it could be quite dangerous to rush the Black Hat without full reconnaissance. So the big blonde strode across the canvas and took up residence in the center of the ring where she scratched at the end of her wrist tape and thought about how good it would feel to wrap it around Lyssa’s hateful throat.
Eventually the brunette wheeled around, thus revealing the prize she held in one hand. “Already taking the ring apart, Daisy?” Treymane said of the turnbuckle pad dangling from Zahn’s finger. “Promise you, adding more points and sharp edges to this place isn’t going to make your night any easier.”
Lyssa just tossed the protective covering at Veronica’s head, smirked when the other woman swatted it aside. “Just didn’t want you to be surprised when I bashed a hole in your stupid head, ‘Ronnie. I still remember how shook you were when you discovered poor Rachel sprawled on the floor in a pool of her own OOOFFFFFHHHH!”
Roars of delight from those assembled when Treymane launched herself at Zahn with a truncated Spear that also served as a Double Leg Takedown! Landing astride Lyssa’s waist, Veronica snatched a huge handful of hair and proceeded to unleash a veritable hurricane of closed fists on the Social Media Superstar’s face! Castle didn’t like it in the slightest, but the rules (or lack thereof) were rules, so he held his tongue and kept a close eye on Zahn’s defenses. And make no mistake about it, Lyssa was defending herself, as she’d raised a sturdy guard to absorb the worst of the blonde’s fury while also managing to land a few solid body shots of her own.
The Dangerous Dame endured half a dozen shots to the kidneys before she snatched hold of Zahn’s wrist and slammed it against the deck as hard as she could! Lyssa snarled, reached for Treymane’s throat, snarled again when the former World Champion tried to bite her fingers! “Not going anywhere yet, Daisy.” Veronica promised as she shifted her position so that one knee was planted snug on Zahn’s wrist. “Unless you want to prove to these people that you’re all hype by quitting right nowEEERRRRRHHHHH!”
Down to one useful hand, Lyssa reached up and helped herself to a greedy, groping handful of Treymane’s bounty. “You’re the one that’s going to quit, punk.” Zahn promised. “And it’ll be to something a whole lot worse than a little boob squeezAAAHHHH SLUT!”
Veronica didn’t often bother with catty tactics but she made an exception for the Vine Vixen by answering the initial claw with a white-knuckle pincer on her left nipple! “This how you want it, Lyssa?” Treymane asked after a hateful little jiggle. “You want all your followers to see you wailing like a brat with a skinned knee? Gimme your phone, I’ll start stream--” the threat ended with a pained growl because Zahn abandoned her own grip for a hold on the Gorgeous Gangster’s long hair.
“Changed my passwords since the last time we fought, bytch.” Lyssa snickered in spite of the pain. “Got a new ring-tone too. It’s you bawling for merHHUUURRK!”
‘Ronnie stopped pinching and started throttling, her hand wrapped around Zahn’s throat in a dangerous clamp. More than willing to fight fire with fire, Lyssa replied with a stranglehold of her own and for several seconds there was nothing more than quiet rasping as the rivals tried to impose their will. Eventually Castle came over and knelt beside the action. “Ladies, I know the rules say there are no disqualifications and no holds barred, but if you don’t knock off this choking shyt in the next two seconds I will pull you apart, do you understand?”
Zahn complied first, releasing her grip to raaaaaaaaake her nails down the side of ‘Ronnie’s cheek. That proved enough to end the blonde’s grip, but it didn’t mean freedom for Lyssa, as the Pinstripe Powerhouse grabbed hold of her clawin’ wrist and bit down on the base of Zahn’s thumb! “GODDAMN BYTCH!” The jolt of pain from the bite actually got Lyssa’s arm out from under Treymane’s knee and she sat up at once to snatch and claw at her opponent’s face. “You think your tuff girl impression is enough to win this fight, f*ck stick?” Zahn snapped. “Trust me, it’s not. All it’s gonna do is prove to the world what sort of pathetic poseur you really NNNGGHH!”
Veronica caught her with a short Headbutt across the bridge of the nose, then shoved her back to the canvas. Ignoring the stinging furrows on her cheeks and neck for the time being, Treymane pushed up just enough so she could roll the stunned brunette onto her stomach. “You want to know what’s going to win me this fight, Daisy? It’s not the pinstripes, the trench coat or even the Thompson. It’s the simple fact that when I’m confronted with a challenge I rise up to meet it. You?” ‘Ronnie leaned down, burying her hands in Lyssa’s dark hair. “You slink away as fast as you can, then whine about it to your army of trolls.”
Infuriated by the other woman’s domineering mount, Zahn reached back and grabbed hold of her foe’s wrists, making sure to lead with her nails. “You want to talk whining, slut? You sounded pretty f*cking whiny when I NGH GRRRHHHH RRRRHHHHHHH AAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
Oh so happy to shut Lyssa’s mouth, Veronica THUNKED her head into the thinly-sheathed plywood and proceeded to drag it back and forth! “What’s the matter?” Veronica raised her voice to make sure the fans heard her over the sounds of Lyssa’s keening. “Is the big, bad bully powerless when it’s a level playing field?”
Nick Castle was no fan of Lyssa Zahn, but that didn’t mean he wanted to see her face scraped raw against the mat. “C’mon, ‘Ronnie.” he said quietly. “You’re better than this.”
The Dangerous Dame paused the abrasive assault but used the perfectly legal hair-hold to wrench her head back at an awkward angle. Moving one hand beneath the Black Hat’s chin, Treymane looked at Nick and demanded, “Ask her if she quits.”
Castle sighed, already well aware of the answer. “Do you give, Lys--” “F*ck an iron stick, asshole.” Zahn sneered.
“See that, Nick? She doesn’t deserve better. In fact she probably needs to have her mouth washed out with soap. But since I don’t have soap…” Veronica took hold of the brunette’s biceps just above the elbows and hauled ‘em back far enough to hook them over the sturdy planes of her thighs. With Zahn’s arms effectively neutralized, Treymane scraped some of the tape on her right wrist loose and quickly unwound almost a foot’s worth. Wrapping half of it around her left hand, she pulled the remaining length tight and hooked it over Lyssa’s head. Not her throat, as most of the FAWNatics would’ve guessed, but rather her mouth! “ Go ahead, talk shyt now.” Veronica taunted as she pulled the makeshift bridle between the brunette’s jaws. “Go ahead and tell them how tough you are without screaming like a helpless piece of garbage!”
“Fuuuhhggg yooooooo!” Zahn gurgled around the encroaching tape. “Yerrrr ghuunnna suffAAAAAARRRRRRHHHHHH F*CK!”
Utterly unfazed by her rival’s threat, Treymane pulled the tape from Zahn’s mouth only to yank it tight across her eyes. “No Daisy, f*ck YOU.” she hissed. “Now do you have something nice to say? Or am I going to take your nose off with this tape?”
Incensed not by the pain, but by the idea of a sold out crowd getting pictures of her in such a vulnerable position, Lyssa sank her claws into the sides of Veronica’s thighs and began pumping her trapped legs in hopes of rising to one knee. Treymane made no effort to stop her, she simply leaaaaaaaaaaaaned back on the Camel Clutch to keep the tape snug against her archrival’s eyes. Shrieking aloud as the blonde did her hateful work, Zahn’s anguish blossomed into delight when she abruptly reached one knee. “Oh, you’re f*cked now, princess.” Lyssa huffed as she clamped her arms around ‘Ronnie’s thighs and started to rise. “Gonna strip you down before I make you OOOOOOFFFFFFHHHHH!”
Veronica extended her legs, crossed her ankles and bore down on the brunette’s midsection with a Bodyscissors that made Zahn’s knees tremble. In the same breath she abandoned the tape torture for a brawny, bullying Sleeper that pinked her foe’s face almost at once. “Writing a lot of big checks, Daisy.” the Pinstripe Powerhouse muttered as she wrenched the Sleeper back n’ forth. Sure your scrawny little ass can ca--”
The TweetStormTrooper broke into a staggering lurch that smoothed into a run about five steps before she whipped around and BWUUUNGED Treymane into the top turnbuckle. Veronica huffed but didn’t release her hooks, as Zahn hadn’t delivered her into the steel ring she’d unearthed at the outset.
“Picked the wrong corner, Daisy.” Treymane cooed in her opponent’s ear. “Think you’ve got enough energy in those stumpy little legs to get me over there before EEEEERRRRHHHH BYTCH!”
Liberated by the glorious lack of oversight granted by the I Quit stipulation, Zahn reached over one shoulder and jabbed a thumb into her foe’s eye! “Don’t need to go anywhere, loser.” she chided. “Gonna break you down right FAAAAAAHHK!”
Veronica paid her back with an answering Eye Rake, then hooked two fingers into the Black Hat’s nostrils and pulled like she meant to widen them by several inches! “You’re going to lose this fight, Melyssa.” the former World Champ promised. “But you’re going to win a whole slew of new followers as the Internet’s latest meAAAAAAAAAAAWWWW DAMMIT STOP NNNGGGHHH!”
Lyssa finally tore the hook out of her nose and celebrated by trying to bite the blonde’s thumb clean off! When this tactic didn’t yield quick results she stamped out of the corner then threw herself back against the buckles. Once, twice, three times finally popped the Dame’s scissors and left Treymane hanging woozy against the corner-post. Free of the hated other for the first time in ages, Zahn stumbled away like she meant to take a breather only to whip around for a short charge that ended with her right knee THWHUMPING into her opponent’s crotch!
Veronica sobbed aloud and crumpled onto Zahn in a sloppy clench only to find herself smeared back against the buckles almost at once. Holding the suffering blonde close, Lyssa pumped two more Kneelifts into her foe’s center, then broke away so she could thread the gurgling gangster’s arms over the top rope. “Ya know, there’s a lot of talk out there about how I’m trying to end your career.” Zahn’s tone was remarkably civil as she took possession of ‘Ronnie’s left leg and threaded it over the middle strand. “But that’s the most asinine idea I’ve ever heard. Actually ENDING your career? That’d get me fired from FAWN and blackballed from any promotion that’s actually worth a shyt. No, I’m not going to end your career.”
She paused to pound a heavy punch into Treymane’s midsection, then grabbed her right leg and repeated the rope threading tactic to trap Veronica in the dreaded ‘Shattered Dreams’ position.
Smiling as the crowd ‘oooooohed’ with concern, the Black Hat pressed the palm of one hand to Treymane’s chin and forced her head back at a painful angle. “Your career is safe, bytch. But your mystique? Your whole ‘new standard bearer’ bullshyt? That ends tonight. I’M the future of this company. You’re just some novelty throwback that got lucky before I--”
CRAAACK!
Veronica got an arm free and slapped the taste out of Zahn’s mouth, much to the delight of those assembled. “You’re never going to be anything for this company, Daisy. Not so long as your only claim to fame is running your NNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Lyssa dropped to one knee and fired a straight right hand into the center of her opponent’s pinstriped togs! Regaining her feet only after taking the time to mash her knuckles against the blonde’s groin, Zahn stepped in close, pressed her palm flat against Treymane’s tummy and slid her fingers beneath the defenses of those scant briefs. “Haven’t you been paying attention, ‘Ronnie.” Lyssa murmured as she unleashed an intimately old school FAWN attack on her trapped adversary. “My claim to fame is making you quit like a little bytch in front of the whole world.”
Dark eyes alight, Zahn marveled over the sight of Treymane chewing at her bottom lip for several seconds before she filled her other hand with the blonde’s long locks and yanked her head back at a savage angle. Continuing to rummage and pillage the contents of her foe’s briefs, the Vine Vixen glanced over one shoulder and said, “Bring the mic over here, Castle!” Nick headed over with microphone at the ready. Sure enough, Zahn demanded, “Ask her.”
“What do you say, Veronica? Do you want to quit?”
Treymane shook her head ‘no’, then added, “No! Get that damned thing out of my facoooOOOHHHHHHHH FAAAAAHH!”
Lyssa upped the ante, as evidenced by the rhythmic ripples and bulges of her rival’s bottoms. “Sure about that, poseur?” she teased. “Feels to me like you’re about ready to go.”
Veronica snorted, an impressive show of defiance considering the embarrassing position. “To THIS? Not likely, Daisy. I’d have thought a tramp who spends so much time on her phone would be a little better with her fingMMEERRRRGGGHHH DISGUSTING BYTCH!”
Lyssa pulled her tines from Veronica’s trunks and earned an emphatic round of jeers and catcalls when she smashed that hand into the blonde’s exposed face! “Quit. Quit right now.” Zahn emphasized the demand with several hard slaps to ‘Ronnie’s face and chest. “Quit before it gets worse.”
Veronica turned her head away, growled angrily when the brunette clamped down on her tits. “I’ve seen your worst already, Zahn. It’s not enough to beat NNNNGGHHH!”
Lyssa abandoned the claw for a trio of pitiless Forearm Smashes delivered directly to the Pinstripe Powerhouse’s chest. She finished with a hard slap for good measure, then rounded on one heel and sprinted to the other side of the ring where she hopped onto the second turnbuckle and used it to launch herself back the way she’d came without missing a beat. The gathered FAWNatics urged Treymane to wrest herself free from the clutching Tree, alas the ring held her fast, meaning there was nothing to do but brace for impact when Lyssa left her feet and THWHUMPED them into the former champ’s crotch!
The hateful Dropkick proved strong enough to jostle Veronica free from her perch, of course this newfound freedom took a backseat to curling up tight around her injured center. “Better suck it up, ‘Ronnie.” Lyssa taunted as she scraped the reeling wrestler off the canvas. “Otherwise you’ll blow up your reputation before I get the chance.” Treymane replied with an elbow to the ribs, but it lacked all of her usual force and Zahn simply shrugged it off before setting out for the opposite side of the ring. Cries of warning became groans of dismay as Lyssa hit the brakes just to BWAAAAAANG Veronica’s forehead off the exposed steel rung of the top turnbuckle! Bounced away from the eye-crossing collision, Treymane offered no resistance when the Black Hat wrenched her backward in a painful Inverted Facelock. Then she swung her left leg back and kicked it forward to drop to her tush and thus THWHUNK the back of ‘Ronnie’s skull to the deck with a huge Inverted Snap DDT.
INVERTED SNAP DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GCW-u4iGMg
Bounced to one knee by the residual momentum, Zahn spun into place on Treymane’s left side and started to go for a cover before she remembered the stipulation and settled on a heavy hammer punch to the blonde’s tummy instead. Veronica ‘oofffhed’ and started to sit up, but Lyssa was having none of it and a double handful of hair allowed her to THWHUNK the back of the former World Champion’s skull against the mat.
“Don’t even think about it.” the Vine Vixen warned Castle when he stepped forward. “This stubborn bytch is nowhere near done yet and even if she was, I’m just getting started.”
Nick raised his hands and cleared off without saying a word, thus allowing Lyssa to stomp to the corner and head out to the apron. From there she climbed to the high rent district and stood up straight, the powerful brunette using her elevated vantage point to ‘frame’ her nemesis in a rectangle of thumbs and forefingers. “Would love to live stream this, but I’m worried the sound of your sternum cracking might blow out my speakers.” On that unpleasant note she leapt out into the void with both legs flung forward at waist level, all the better to THAWHUMP the whole of her hundred and thirty pounds ass-first atop Treymane’s defenseless chest!
MEGATON ZAHN BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6hO7YSkTLo
Flattened into a starfish by the megaton force of that particular Zahn Bomb, ‘Ronnie tried to roll onto her side but couldn’t go anywhere because Lyssa was still seated on her chest. “Well, it feels like your sternum held up ok.” Zahn snickered while grinding her rump back n’ forth against Veronica’s aching assets. “Wonder if I cracked your voice instead?”
Treymane reached up, palmed Lyssa’s hips and tried to force her off, to little effect. “Yuuuhhhh… you couldn’t crack an egg, Daisy.” she grunted at the Black Hat. “Let alone meMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHH!”
Zahn rose up, peeled off a half circle and sat right back down, her taut, black-sheathed backside settling heavy and haughty on the Dame’s upturned features! Demeaning though it was, a Reverse Face Sit wasn’t often a fight ender this early on, so Lyssa leaned forward and hooked her rival behind the knees, all the better to tuck those squirming stems beneath her armpits in a Reverse Matchbook. ‘Ronnie keened as Zahn jounced in her perch, every little bump and roll earning another pained sound from the pinned blonde.
Certain the trap would hold for now, Lyssa glanced over her shoulder and said, “Bring that mic over here, Castle.”
Nick did, though he wasn’t sure how Treymane could offer a cogent answer in her current state. “You want me to ask her?” he said in a tone faint with incredulity.
Lyssa shook her head ‘no’ and gave him a wicked smile. “Nah. I just want everyone to hear what we hear when I do this!” She curled her right hand into a claw and clamped down between Veronica’s thighs with gnawing, white-knuckled ferocity!
“EEEERRRRHHH! AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHH! MMMRRAAAAAHHHH!” Treymane shrieked quite loudly despite the gluteal muffler and thanks to that cunningly placed microphone the FAWNatics heard it all in crystal clarity.
Curiously silent as she continued the ruthless ravaging of her rival’s togs, Lyssa kept it up for more than fifteen seconds before she clamped down and slooooooowly twisted her wrist to the left. Then she lifted up and slid forward so that the point of ‘Ronnie’s chin was trapped in the southern curve of her backside. “Ask her.” the brunette told Castle. “As the weepy little quitter if she’s ready to EEERRRRRRRGGGHH!”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse didn’t have the leverage to escape the painful hold, so instead she raised both hands and bore down on Zahn’s breasts. “I’m fine, Daisy.” she said through clenched teeth. “What about you? Can these sub-par tits hold out longer than your tonGGMMMMPPPHHHH!”
Lyssa slid back to her original position, the Social Media Superstar’s buns once again engulfing her rival’s suffering features. “That the best you can manage for a titty twister, loser?” Zahn taunted after she’d wedged her boots against the sides of Treymane’s noggin. “Guess I’ll have to show you how THAT’S done too.” With that she tossed the blonde’s left leg aside so she could slip that hand under ‘Ronnie’s bustier top for an equally callous grip on her left breast! “Tap out all you want, bytch-lick.” Lyssa sneered as Treymane bucked, writhed and wailed like a woman possessed. “You’re not going anywhere OOOOWWW SHYT!”
She almost assuredly wasn’t going to finish that sentence with ‘until you bite down as hard as you can’, yet that’s exactly what the Dangerous Dame did and it freed her from Zahn’s clutches faster than any rope break ever could. Breathing deep now that she was clear of Lyssa’s humiliating trap, Treymane scrambled to her feet and lurched toward the ropes in search of a handhold that’d last until her knees regained their strength. Almost sobbing when she grabbed hold of the second strand, Veronica doubled over and continued to suck wind while--THWHACK!
The TweetStormTrooper rushed in from the right and caught ‘Ronnie upside the head with a nasty kick that left the former World Champ folded gut-first across the middle rope. The FAWNatics screamed bloody murder about this apparent violation of the rules but Nick only shook his head and mouthed ‘No DQ.’ Far less politic in her response, Lyssa propped her elbows on the ropes and cooed, “Awwwww, did you dumpy little dweebs not like that? Then you’re gonna f*cking hate what comes next.” Slipping out onto the apron beside her nemesis, Zahn hooked the blonde’s left arm in a Half Nelson to ensure it was out of the way when she began POUNDING Kneelifts into Veronica’s chest and tummy! On a normal night the mere presence of the ropes would ensure Zahn’s Kneecoplasty ended at the count of ‘FOUR’, but under the I Quit rules she was allowed to keep banging away until Treymane quit or Lyssa got tired.
KNEECOPLASTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sBOGk5iQTvI
In the end ‘Ronnie didn’t quit and Lyssa didn’t get tired, but she did get bored after landing almost two dozen shots to the other woman’s chest. “C’mon asshole, waddle your way out here.” the Vine Vixen demanded as she used a double handful of hair to ensure compliance. Veronica didn’t have the energy to resist at the moment, though there was a brief, furious flurry of protest when Zahn spun her around for a Waistlock. Lyssa quashed it with a few Kneelifts to the glutes and single nasty Forearm Smash to the nape of her neck. “You’re beaten.” the Black Hat ground her knuckles into the blonde’s tummy. “Admit it. To everyone.” She glared at Castle, who hurried over and put the mic near Veronica’s face. “SAY IT!”
“I… I… I can’t wait to wrap a steel chair around your goddamned facWHOOOOAAANNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
In no mood for dissent, Lyssa dropped her hips and tore Treymane off her feet with a gorgeous German Suplex that THWHUNKED ‘Ronnie down on the narrow, unforgiving ridge of the apron!
APRON GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X6pptaa8JJk
Ending up on the floor amidst a thunderous round of ‘HOLY SHYT’ chants, Lyssa raked a hand through her hair and looked around for a new and different way to torture the gangly poseur. Zahn’s perusal stopped when she happened upon the Announce Table. “Hmmmmhhh. Yeah, that’ll do just fine. C’mon stripes. Hard time’s not over yet.” Filling her hands with the blonde’s hair, Lyssa peeled Veronica off the apron and half led / half dragged her to the table, whereupon she stretched her out full length without so much as a word to Joanna and Gordy.
Possessed of far more good sense than her broadcast partner, Joanna waited just long enough to see where Zahn was going, then grabbed Gordy and got the hell outta Dodge when she realized the brunette was headed for the ring or more specifically, the nearest ring post.
The FAWNatics, torn between their love for Veronica and their instinctive desire to celebrate the destruction of a table, grew increasingly loud as Lyssa hopped onto the apron, strode to the corner and carefully made her way to the high rent district. Perched a good twelve feet above her hapless adversary, Zahn looked out over the sea of collected humanity with an expression of amused disgust. “Remember this night, people!” she barked to anyone who would listen. “Because it’s the last night ANY of you will give two shits about Veronica Treymane!”
Another round of boos ensued, though these were noticeably tinged with voices pleading with the Dangerous Dame. No such luck, Veronica only laid on the table, hands by her sides, tummy hitching, one knee slightly raised. Bracing herself for the impact that’d ensure her a World Title shot next month, Lyssa flipped off the jeering throng, then dropped into a deep crouch and sprang out into the void. A well-executed Frog Splash was a thing of beauty and make no mistake, Zahn’s technique was flawless. Hands together with arms outstretched, she drew her knees in and swung her hands down between her thighs as she reached the apex, meaning she had plenty of time to stretch out full length in the heartbeats before she--
Treymane rolled off the table, leaving a wide-eyed Zahn to THAWHAM-KERASH onto (or rather through) the vacated space. The poor furniture never stood a chance. It didn’t quite explode, but the devastation was equally thorough, both for it and the brunette that brought about its end. Arms pulled tight against her midsection, Lyssa rolled off the ruined table and drew her knees up high in a grim effort to will away the very worst of the pain.
Nick Castle, who’d dove through the ropes the instant he noted ‘Ronnie’s escape, dashed over to Zahn and dropped to one knee. “Talk to me, Lys.”
“F*ck off, Castle.” she grunted through clenched teeth.
“That answers one question. Did you break anything? Are you having trouble breathing?”
“I’ve got a question of my own.” rasped a voice behind the referee. A roar of delight from the crowd as both Zahn and Castle beheld the vengeful form of one Veronica Treymane. Silent until she was sure she had the Black Hat’s attention, the Gorgeous Gangster asked, “Do you quit, Daisy?”
“You‘re not that lucky, bytch.” Zahn spat as she struggled to a seat against the steel barricade. “And you don’t have the skill to make me quiNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Veronica stomped over the wreckage, grabbed the top of the barrier in both hands and unleashed no less than half a dozen stomps on her foe’s devastated midsection! Lyssa snarled when she managed to catch hold of the blonde’s ankle, unfortunately it didn’t mean an end to the torment as Treymane simply sank into a crouch so she could keep gouging away with that vengeful heel.
Shaking her head ‘no, no, no!’ so neither Treymane or Castle would bother with stupid questions, Lyssa curled her fingers into claws and proceeded to raaaaaaaaake her attacker’s leg over and over and over again, each subsequent pass deepening those angry, stinging welts. It was far from pleasant, but hardly the worst thing ‘Ronnie’d endured during her wars with the Vine Vixen, so she let Zahn work until she stood up straight and THUNKED that knee into Lyssa’s forehead. “Really glad you didn’t give it up just now, Daisy.” the Pinstripe Powerhouse confessed as she hauled Zahn to boot leather with a double handful of hair. “I didn’t spend all this time beating your ass just to let a damned table get all the glory in the end.”
“Nuuuhhhh… no glory for you, f*cker.” Zahn huffed in the midst of trying to sweep her rival into a woozy clinch. “Just a whole new round of memes once you quit with your nose buried in my asUUUNNNNGGHHH GAAAAAAHHH SHYT!”
Treymane endured the Black Hat’s efforts just long enough to clamp down on one wrist. Then she shoved a shoulder into Zahn’s sternum, took a giant step backward and got low for an Irish Whip that sent Lyssa hurtling gut-first into the edge of the apron! Vertical only by grace of her death-grip on the middle rope, Zahn cried out in pain and hatred when Veronica grabbed hold of her waistband used ‘em to wedgie-reel her into not one, not two, but three THWHUMPING Forearm Smashes to the small of the back! Far from moved by Lyssa’s groans of anguish, Veronica palmed the back of the brunette’s head and pressed down hard, thus keeping her pinned in place while she reared back for a great, gaudy slap that CRAAACKED against Zahn’s vulnerable glutes!
“BYTCH!” Lyssa straightened up, whirled around and swung a wild Haymaker at the former World Champion’s face. Landing that shot might’ve well turned the tide in her favor then and there, but Veronica dipped the blow with ease and made Lyssa pay for the mistake with a pistoning left-right-left combo to the belly! Damned if Zahn didn’t answer with a single overhead Forearm Smash across Treymane’s shoulders, however this only seemed to anger the blonde, who straightened up and promptly PWAAAAKED the broad side of her left thigh across Lyssa’s tummy. Slowed to a crawl by the punishment to her ribs, the TweetStormTrooper tried to clear out but ‘Ronnie was having none of it and she proved as much with a single quick jab that clipped her nemesis’s chin. Zahn swayed but didn’t go down and though Veronica would’ve delighted in battering the brunette to her knees, she took a quicker route by hooking one arm over Lyssa’s shoulder and the other between her legs. A Body Slam never made the highlight reels these days, yet it didn’t stop the FAWNatics from groaning in sympathetic anguish when Treymane scooped Lyssa onto one shoulder and deposited her on the thinly-padded floor with a heavy THWHUMP!
The Black Hat hit hard and sat up at once only for ‘Ronnie to palm a shoulder and force her back down. Though space was at a premium with Lyssa stretched out parallel to the apron, Treymane still built in impressive head of steam in all of three steps, the last of which powered a gorgeous vertical leap. Legs kicked forward, head thrown back, the blonde drew her knees to chest level to make sure every ounce of her weight was concentrated in the Senton she dropped on Zahn’s defenseless chest.
RUNNING SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o216hZvYu1s
Jaw clenched to stifle a scream of pain, Lyssa sat up after the impact and collected a quick Headbutt for her trouble. Mopping hair off her brow once the brunette was settled down again, Veronica got to her feet and made a point of stepping on Zahn’s chest as she made her way to the apron. From there she climbed up, turned around and hooked her arms over the top rope. Though she wasn’t normally one to show off, ‘Ronnie offered the crowd a grin and a saucy little hip grind before she hopped up and threw all her weight back against the rubber-coated steel. The tension bounced her forward and down into what would’ve been a gawdawful pratfall if Lyssa Zahn hadn’t been right there to play crash-pad.
“GOD…DAMMIT!” the Vine Vixen roared in the aftermath, her heels beating an erratic tattoo on the floor.
Veronica wasn’t that vocal in her own displeasure, though it was clear from the look on her look on her face that the blonde was far from a hundred percent. Even so, she was up and Zahn was not, so Dangerous Dame plunged a hand into Lyssa’s hair and hauled them both to boot leather. “Feeling a little weak in the knees, Daisy.” Treymane muttered after looping her arms around opposing waist. “Maybe you should take a seat.”
“Maybe you should kiss my UUUUUNNNNGGGGHHH!” Lyssa couldn’t stifle a groan when Veronica hoisted her up with a Waistlock that plopped her butt on the apron. Sticking close, Treymane threaded Zahn’s arms over the middle rope, then pressed in even closer so she could snag the bottom strand and pull it up over the Black Hat’s shoulders. Pleased with her handiwork, Veronica grabbed hold of the ropes and gave them a hard shake to make sure Lyssa wasn’t getting loose without a whole lotta hard work. Then she helped herself to a handful of Zahn’s battle-damp hair and tugged her head backward so that the rivals were eye to eye. “Feeling helpless yet, Melyssa? Is it how Rachel felt when you jumped her in the locker rooMMMEERRRRGGHH!”
With her arms utterly useless at the moment, Lyssa kicked both legs up and ‘smecked’ them around Treymane’s waist in a hard Bodyscissors. “I’m NEVER helpless, asshole.” the brunette grunted. “Neither was big sis. Hell, I hit her harder than I ever hit you and she didn’t bytch nearly so much as NNGH! NNGH! NNGH!”
‘Ronnie lit into Zahn’s tummy with a heavy left-right-left combo, then leaned in and cinched her arms around that beleaguered midsection for a torrid mouth-on-shoulder Bear Hug. “I don’t care if you whine, scream or even beg, Daisy.” the big blonde murmured into Zahn’s ear. “Just as long as you quit.”
Lyssa shook her head ‘no’ and sent another pulse through the Scissors, though she knew it was a doomed effort if she couldn’t get her arms free. Twisting and straining against the rubber-coated steel, she ground her thighs in above Treymane’s hips and turned her head so she could murmur, “Lotta big talk, baby. We both know that Rachel’s the only Raker with a killer instinct. You do have her beat when it comes to Cosplay, thouUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHH!”
Veronica answered with a vile squeeze of her own, the former World Champion baring her teeth in a hard smile as Zahn groaned into her ear. “I think I can feel your ribs starting to creak.” she cooed to the suffering Vine Vixen. “How’s that for a killer instinct you piece of traOOOOOOOOWWW F*CK!”
Zahn bit down on her attacker’s ear and was gifted with an almost immediate reprieve from the Bear Hug. Though her ribs demanded she simply take a moment to breath, she drew her knees up, braced both feet against Treymane’s chest and sent her careening across the narrow aisle with a Mule Kick that BWAAAANGED the dangerous dame against the steel guardrail.
“What was that about helpless, poseur?” she sneered while ‘Ronnie rubbed at her aching back. Another hard tug at the ropes provided no egress, so she looked around for the referee and said, “Dammit Castle, get me out of these f*cking rop--” THWHACK! Treymane stormed off the barricade, whipped around in a circle and hopped off her back foot to force feed Zahn a mouthful of Chicago Lightning!
CHICAGO LIGHTNING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQ5ogzccy1k
The head-swiveling kick jolted Lyssa something fierce but she still didn’t fall clear of the ropes, so the Pinstripe Powerhouse dropped to one knee, grabbed hold of the ring skirt and flipped it aside. The gloom beneath the ring didn’t reveal much when Treymane reached beneath, thankfully the bright overhead lights cleared up any confusion when she got to her feet holding a steel chair.
Concerned by the malicious gleam in the blonde’s eyes, Nick crowded the ropes and said, “Come on Veronica, put the chair down.”
Treymane only shifted her grip to the legs and tapped the rounded edge of the chair against the floor like a batter warming up for a grand slam. “You wanna quit, Lyssa?”
Still woozy from the kick, Zahn shook her head once and huffed, “Never, bytch.”
Veronica nodded, as if that was the answer she’d expected. “Thought so.”
The words were barely out of her mouth when she straightened up and drove the blunt steel curve into Lyssa’s exposed midsection! The brunette gasped and drew her legs up in a sort of meager guard, alas Treymane put an abrupt end to that by BWANGING a pair of shots against the sides of her nemesis’s thighs. Far from done, she nudged Zahn’s stems aside and pumped the end of the chair into her belly once, twice, thrice! Leaning in on the last delivery, she went nose to nose with the Pintrest Pin-Up before she asked, “Wanna quit, Daisy?”
Lyssa didn’t reply with words, she simply screwed up her lips and spat on Treymane’s cheek.
Veronica didn’t wipe it off, didn’t even react, really. After a moment of silence she stepped back and shifted the chair so the wide end was pointed at Zahn’s tenderized midsection. Castle raked a hand through his hair as the gathered FAWNatics murmured with concern. “Christ, ‘Ronnie, don’t even think about--”
BWAAAAAANG!
The Dangerous Dame more than lived up to the moniker as she let loose with a murderous home run swing to Lyssa’s midsection. Almost a dozen more followed, each impact sounding like someone taking out a whole year’s worth of frustration on a very heavy rug. The ropes finally released their hold on Zahn and she crumpled from the apron to the floor, where she landed on her hands and knees. Above her, Veronica tossed the chair aside, then crooked a beckoning finger at Castle. Sighing, he reached through the ropes to hand her the microphone.
“Tell them you’re done, Daisy.” Treymane rasped into the mic. “Tell ME you’re done.” She grabbed Lyssa’s hair, wrenched her head back and stuck the stick inches from her face.
Breath coming in short, painful hitches after the wicked mugging, Zahn slowly reared back on her knees and grunted, “Kiss my ass you pinstriped pussyYYEEERRRRGGGHHHH!”
‘Ronnie belted her across the forehead with the microphone, then slung it under the bottom rope and did the same to her opponent immediately thereafter. Crouched beside Lyssa the instant she returned to the squared circle, Nick put a hand on her shoulder. “Can you continue? I can stop it if you can’t, but you’ll have to--”
The Gorgeous Gangster grabbed a double handful of hair and draaaaaaaaaaged Zahn to the middle of the ring, where she hauled her to an insensate seat. From there she swung around and dropped to her knees so she was back to back with the Black Hat. In the same breath she leaned into the brunette, laid claim to her wrists and pulled her backward so she could pin Zahn’s forearms beneath the heavy planks of her shins. Hands on her hips, ‘Ronnie finally cracked a smile as the sold out crowd roared with anticipation.
Zahn, who’d watched enough Treymane tape to know what the bytch had in mind, crossed her ankles and wedged her knees together in a grim effort to keep her stems on the mat. Veronica felt her shifting, looked over one shoulder and frowned. “Gimme your legs, Daisy.”
Lyssa wanted to shake her head ‘no’, but the weight of the blonde’s ass on the nape of her neck prevented it. Instead she growled, “Didn’t I already tell you to kiss my ass, sweethearAAAARRRRRRRRRHHHH BYTCH!”
The former World Champ dusted off her catty bona fides by punishing Lyssa’s trunks with a Crotch Claw straight out of the Dennehy playbook! “Is this how you want to go out, Daisy? With a ‘poseur’s’ nails digging into your junk? Because you’re welcome to quit to that too.” She clamped down on Zahn’s center to emphasize the point.”
Torn between two galling possibilities, Lyssa ultimately kicked her legs up in hopes of striking Treymane’s lower back, unfortunately the Pinstripe Powerhouse shifted forward to negate the worst of the blow, then caught Lyssa under the knees before she could reset. No taunts or theatrics now, Veronica just wrenched her opponent’s legs forward and out, spreading them in a nasty Wishbone that put Lyssa’s knees level with her ears.
TOUCH OF EVIL @ 9:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d5sGSB1P4tk
With the Touch of Evil locked in tight, Treymane began working Zhan’s legs like a rowing machine that owed her money. “Look at all those cameras, Lyssa!” Veronica barked at the protesting brunette. “There must be THOUSANDS of them out there! And how many of them are recording full HD video right now?!” She paused her routine with Zahn’s stems spread as wide as humanly possible. “You’re not just internet famous now, Daisy. They’re gonna be talking about you around water coolers worldwide tomorrow morni--”
“F*CK YOU!” Zahn screamed at the top of her lungs. “YOU’RE NOT GONNA GET AWAY WITH POSING ME LIKE OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAHHHHH STAAAAAAAHP!”
Veronica transitioned from the Wishbone to a more traditional Matchbook, one so snug it brought the Vine Vixen’s straining glutes dangerously close to her own chin. Even more worrisome, it put an ungodly amount of pressure on Zahn’s demolished abdomen.
Jaw clenched, molars grinding, Lyssa Zahn held back the softball in her throat for approximately ten and a half seconds. Then she muttered, “I quit.”
Castle was already close, so he called for the bell at once, but Veronica didn’t let go, not even when the Announcer roared, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
“Louder, Lyssa.” ‘Ronnie demanded once the initial clamor died down. “Don’t make me ask twice.”
“F*ck off, Treymane. I quit, no get the hell offa AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH YOU WHORE!”
The Gorgeous Gangster went back to the Wishbone not to hurt, but to make sure Zahn knew that one whole side of the arena had a perfect view of her straining trunks. “Say it.” Veronica demanded in an icy, merciless tone. “Tell me this is finished.”
Again Zahn held her tongue for the better part of fifteen seconds.
“For now it is. I quit. I QUIT.”
Veronica tossed one leg away so she could tack a decisive SMACK to Lyssa’s glutes, then she disengaged and got to her feet, both hands raised high overhead. Free of the blonde’s clutches at last, Zahn rolled onto one side and curled into a loose ball, where she stayed while Treymane took her well deserved victory lap around the squared circle.
Mounted atop the middle rope on the last leg of her four corner tour, Veronica raised both hands and did something she hadn’t done in more than a year. She strapped an invisible belt around her waist. “Lotta hard cases holding gold these days. Got a thug holding the IC strap hostage and a genuine madwoman with her fangs sank into the big belt. Might be about time I did something about that, now that I’ve crossed the Troll Bridge. Watch your back, ladies. ‘Ronnie Treymane is on the loose and she’s planning the heist of the century.”
LYSSA ZAHN:
The boos were already coming down fast and furious by the time the opening of ‘Criticize’ hit the speakers. The curtains parted immediately thereafter as a ravishing brunette strode into view, smart phone already in hand for a trio of perfectly shot selfies. “TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT THESE NOW, LOSERS!” she barked at the jeering throng. “THEY’LL BE THE LAST ONES WHERE I’M NOT COVERED IN POSEUR BLOOD!” This did nothing to endear her to the already hostile crowd, not that their hatred stopped a second of Zahn’s running commentary as she headed for the ring.
For this sweltering curtain call with a certain Gorgeous Gangster, Lyssa chose predominately black spandex: a two piece, the top with thin, pink shoulder straps set at a slight angle, and a pink mesh “plate” over the clavicle, rising into a collar. The bottom rim of this piece and the neckline of the bikini top worked to create almost a heart-shaped “cleavage window.” Matching bottoms (with pink trim), pink wristbands and pads, and black boots completed the look.
Making a point to swipe and sneer at every single Treymane fan within the sound of her voice, Zahn didn’t stop running her mouth until she stormed up the steel steps and hopped over the top rope. “Hey, want to check my pads, Nick?” she asked of senior official Nick Castle. “Oh wait, you can’t! Because you’re only here to listen to that lanky bytch scream!” The ref kept his mouth shut, only pointing Lyssa to the corner that would afford the best view of her arriving nemesis.
The Announcer piped up once the worst of the boos faded into the background. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Bridgeport California she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds, she is the Dangerous Dame… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
Color gave way to grayscale in an instant, but the sound was still decidedly modern, as evidenced by the deafening roar from the FAWNatics. Accompanied by Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’ the Pinstripe Powerhouse stormed through the curtain, paused atop the stage and flicked her trenchcoat aside to reveal the replica Thompson braced against one thigh. “You made me scream the last time we met, Daisy.” Treymane said with none of her usual good humor. “Tonight I return the favor… with crippling interest.” On that unpleasant promise she raised the Thompson and now ‘Ronnie grinned from ear to ear as she pointed her barking iron down the aisle and let loose with a blistering line of pyro. 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.
VERONICA TREYMANE:
A bit of a sartorial departure for the blonde tonight as she’d chosen a jett-black 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 white of her stripes. Her boots remained matte black, as per usual. Approaching the ring like she meant to charge at any moment, ‘Ronnie maintained her composure long enough to mount the steps and wipe her boots on the apron. “Mind if I take your iron, Veronica?” Nick asked before Treymane could slip through the ropes.”
Veronica gave it to him with a smile, then doffed hat and coat and handed those off as well. “What’s the matter Nick? Afraid I might beat her with it?”
“I’m afraid you might make her EAT it.”
“Hadn’t crossed my mind, but a good idea is a good idea.” Castle only shook his head, so the Pinstripe Powerhouse slipped through the strands and moved to the center of the ring. Eyes locked on Zahn, Treymane hooked both thumbs into her suspenders and gave ‘em a little ‘snap’ before raking the brunette with a hail of invisible lead.
Lyssa countered with the ‘jerk off’ motion, then braced her elbows against the top rope and leaned back. “Hope you brought more than that, punk. Otherwise this is going to be a very short night.”
“You wish, Daisy. You wish.” Veronica cooed as she moved to the opposite side of the ring.
Considering the rivers of bad blood that flowed between these two competitors, the FAWNatics expected a mutual shrieking Valkyrie charge the moment the bell sounded. So imagine their surprise when Zahn turned her back to tend to something in her corner. The site of her rival’s back was wickedly tempting, but a cool voice in Treymane’s head told her it could be quite dangerous to rush the Black Hat without full reconnaissance. So the big blonde strode across the canvas and took up residence in the center of the ring where she scratched at the end of her wrist tape and thought about how good it would feel to wrap it around Lyssa’s hateful throat.
Eventually the brunette wheeled around, thus revealing the prize she held in one hand. “Already taking the ring apart, Daisy?” Treymane said of the turnbuckle pad dangling from Zahn’s finger. “Promise you, adding more points and sharp edges to this place isn’t going to make your night any easier.”
Lyssa just tossed the protective covering at Veronica’s head, smirked when the other woman swatted it aside. “Just didn’t want you to be surprised when I bashed a hole in your stupid head, ‘Ronnie. I still remember how shook you were when you discovered poor Rachel sprawled on the floor in a pool of her own OOOFFFFFHHHH!”
Roars of delight from those assembled when Treymane launched herself at Zahn with a truncated Spear that also served as a Double Leg Takedown! Landing astride Lyssa’s waist, Veronica snatched a huge handful of hair and proceeded to unleash a veritable hurricane of closed fists on the Social Media Superstar’s face! Castle didn’t like it in the slightest, but the rules (or lack thereof) were rules, so he held his tongue and kept a close eye on Zahn’s defenses. And make no mistake about it, Lyssa was defending herself, as she’d raised a sturdy guard to absorb the worst of the blonde’s fury while also managing to land a few solid body shots of her own.
The Dangerous Dame endured half a dozen shots to the kidneys before she snatched hold of Zahn’s wrist and slammed it against the deck as hard as she could! Lyssa snarled, reached for Treymane’s throat, snarled again when the former World Champion tried to bite her fingers! “Not going anywhere yet, Daisy.” Veronica promised as she shifted her position so that one knee was planted snug on Zahn’s wrist. “Unless you want to prove to these people that you’re all hype by quitting right nowEEERRRRRHHHHH!”
Down to one useful hand, Lyssa reached up and helped herself to a greedy, groping handful of Treymane’s bounty. “You’re the one that’s going to quit, punk.” Zahn promised. “And it’ll be to something a whole lot worse than a little boob squeezAAAHHHH SLUT!”
Veronica didn’t often bother with catty tactics but she made an exception for the Vine Vixen by answering the initial claw with a white-knuckle pincer on her left nipple! “This how you want it, Lyssa?” Treymane asked after a hateful little jiggle. “You want all your followers to see you wailing like a brat with a skinned knee? Gimme your phone, I’ll start stream--” the threat ended with a pained growl because Zahn abandoned her own grip for a hold on the Gorgeous Gangster’s long hair.
“Changed my passwords since the last time we fought, bytch.” Lyssa snickered in spite of the pain. “Got a new ring-tone too. It’s you bawling for merHHUUURRK!”
‘Ronnie stopped pinching and started throttling, her hand wrapped around Zahn’s throat in a dangerous clamp. More than willing to fight fire with fire, Lyssa replied with a stranglehold of her own and for several seconds there was nothing more than quiet rasping as the rivals tried to impose their will. Eventually Castle came over and knelt beside the action. “Ladies, I know the rules say there are no disqualifications and no holds barred, but if you don’t knock off this choking shyt in the next two seconds I will pull you apart, do you understand?”
Zahn complied first, releasing her grip to raaaaaaaaake her nails down the side of ‘Ronnie’s cheek. That proved enough to end the blonde’s grip, but it didn’t mean freedom for Lyssa, as the Pinstripe Powerhouse grabbed hold of her clawin’ wrist and bit down on the base of Zahn’s thumb! “GODDAMN BYTCH!” The jolt of pain from the bite actually got Lyssa’s arm out from under Treymane’s knee and she sat up at once to snatch and claw at her opponent’s face. “You think your tuff girl impression is enough to win this fight, f*ck stick?” Zahn snapped. “Trust me, it’s not. All it’s gonna do is prove to the world what sort of pathetic poseur you really NNNGGHH!”
Veronica caught her with a short Headbutt across the bridge of the nose, then shoved her back to the canvas. Ignoring the stinging furrows on her cheeks and neck for the time being, Treymane pushed up just enough so she could roll the stunned brunette onto her stomach. “You want to know what’s going to win me this fight, Daisy? It’s not the pinstripes, the trench coat or even the Thompson. It’s the simple fact that when I’m confronted with a challenge I rise up to meet it. You?” ‘Ronnie leaned down, burying her hands in Lyssa’s dark hair. “You slink away as fast as you can, then whine about it to your army of trolls.”
Infuriated by the other woman’s domineering mount, Zahn reached back and grabbed hold of her foe’s wrists, making sure to lead with her nails. “You want to talk whining, slut? You sounded pretty f*cking whiny when I NGH GRRRHHHH RRRRHHHHHHH AAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
Oh so happy to shut Lyssa’s mouth, Veronica THUNKED her head into the thinly-sheathed plywood and proceeded to drag it back and forth! “What’s the matter?” Veronica raised her voice to make sure the fans heard her over the sounds of Lyssa’s keening. “Is the big, bad bully powerless when it’s a level playing field?”
Nick Castle was no fan of Lyssa Zahn, but that didn’t mean he wanted to see her face scraped raw against the mat. “C’mon, ‘Ronnie.” he said quietly. “You’re better than this.”
The Dangerous Dame paused the abrasive assault but used the perfectly legal hair-hold to wrench her head back at an awkward angle. Moving one hand beneath the Black Hat’s chin, Treymane looked at Nick and demanded, “Ask her if she quits.”
Castle sighed, already well aware of the answer. “Do you give, Lys--” “F*ck an iron stick, asshole.” Zahn sneered.
“See that, Nick? She doesn’t deserve better. In fact she probably needs to have her mouth washed out with soap. But since I don’t have soap…” Veronica took hold of the brunette’s biceps just above the elbows and hauled ‘em back far enough to hook them over the sturdy planes of her thighs. With Zahn’s arms effectively neutralized, Treymane scraped some of the tape on her right wrist loose and quickly unwound almost a foot’s worth. Wrapping half of it around her left hand, she pulled the remaining length tight and hooked it over Lyssa’s head. Not her throat, as most of the FAWNatics would’ve guessed, but rather her mouth! “ Go ahead, talk shyt now.” Veronica taunted as she pulled the makeshift bridle between the brunette’s jaws. “Go ahead and tell them how tough you are without screaming like a helpless piece of garbage!”
“Fuuuhhggg yooooooo!” Zahn gurgled around the encroaching tape. “Yerrrr ghuunnna suffAAAAAARRRRRRHHHHHH F*CK!”
Utterly unfazed by her rival’s threat, Treymane pulled the tape from Zahn’s mouth only to yank it tight across her eyes. “No Daisy, f*ck YOU.” she hissed. “Now do you have something nice to say? Or am I going to take your nose off with this tape?”
Incensed not by the pain, but by the idea of a sold out crowd getting pictures of her in such a vulnerable position, Lyssa sank her claws into the sides of Veronica’s thighs and began pumping her trapped legs in hopes of rising to one knee. Treymane made no effort to stop her, she simply leaaaaaaaaaaaaned back on the Camel Clutch to keep the tape snug against her archrival’s eyes. Shrieking aloud as the blonde did her hateful work, Zahn’s anguish blossomed into delight when she abruptly reached one knee. “Oh, you’re f*cked now, princess.” Lyssa huffed as she clamped her arms around ‘Ronnie’s thighs and started to rise. “Gonna strip you down before I make you OOOOOOFFFFFFHHHHH!”
Veronica extended her legs, crossed her ankles and bore down on the brunette’s midsection with a Bodyscissors that made Zahn’s knees tremble. In the same breath she abandoned the tape torture for a brawny, bullying Sleeper that pinked her foe’s face almost at once. “Writing a lot of big checks, Daisy.” the Pinstripe Powerhouse muttered as she wrenched the Sleeper back n’ forth. Sure your scrawny little ass can ca--”
The TweetStormTrooper broke into a staggering lurch that smoothed into a run about five steps before she whipped around and BWUUUNGED Treymane into the top turnbuckle. Veronica huffed but didn’t release her hooks, as Zahn hadn’t delivered her into the steel ring she’d unearthed at the outset.
“Picked the wrong corner, Daisy.” Treymane cooed in her opponent’s ear. “Think you’ve got enough energy in those stumpy little legs to get me over there before EEEEERRRRHHHH BYTCH!”
Liberated by the glorious lack of oversight granted by the I Quit stipulation, Zahn reached over one shoulder and jabbed a thumb into her foe’s eye! “Don’t need to go anywhere, loser.” she chided. “Gonna break you down right FAAAAAAHHK!”
Veronica paid her back with an answering Eye Rake, then hooked two fingers into the Black Hat’s nostrils and pulled like she meant to widen them by several inches! “You’re going to lose this fight, Melyssa.” the former World Champ promised. “But you’re going to win a whole slew of new followers as the Internet’s latest meAAAAAAAAAAAWWWW DAMMIT STOP NNNGGGHHH!”
Lyssa finally tore the hook out of her nose and celebrated by trying to bite the blonde’s thumb clean off! When this tactic didn’t yield quick results she stamped out of the corner then threw herself back against the buckles. Once, twice, three times finally popped the Dame’s scissors and left Treymane hanging woozy against the corner-post. Free of the hated other for the first time in ages, Zahn stumbled away like she meant to take a breather only to whip around for a short charge that ended with her right knee THWHUMPING into her opponent’s crotch!
Veronica sobbed aloud and crumpled onto Zahn in a sloppy clench only to find herself smeared back against the buckles almost at once. Holding the suffering blonde close, Lyssa pumped two more Kneelifts into her foe’s center, then broke away so she could thread the gurgling gangster’s arms over the top rope. “Ya know, there’s a lot of talk out there about how I’m trying to end your career.” Zahn’s tone was remarkably civil as she took possession of ‘Ronnie’s left leg and threaded it over the middle strand. “But that’s the most asinine idea I’ve ever heard. Actually ENDING your career? That’d get me fired from FAWN and blackballed from any promotion that’s actually worth a shyt. No, I’m not going to end your career.”
She paused to pound a heavy punch into Treymane’s midsection, then grabbed her right leg and repeated the rope threading tactic to trap Veronica in the dreaded ‘Shattered Dreams’ position.
Smiling as the crowd ‘oooooohed’ with concern, the Black Hat pressed the palm of one hand to Treymane’s chin and forced her head back at a painful angle. “Your career is safe, bytch. But your mystique? Your whole ‘new standard bearer’ bullshyt? That ends tonight. I’M the future of this company. You’re just some novelty throwback that got lucky before I--”
CRAAACK!
Veronica got an arm free and slapped the taste out of Zahn’s mouth, much to the delight of those assembled. “You’re never going to be anything for this company, Daisy. Not so long as your only claim to fame is running your NNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Lyssa dropped to one knee and fired a straight right hand into the center of her opponent’s pinstriped togs! Regaining her feet only after taking the time to mash her knuckles against the blonde’s groin, Zahn stepped in close, pressed her palm flat against Treymane’s tummy and slid her fingers beneath the defenses of those scant briefs. “Haven’t you been paying attention, ‘Ronnie.” Lyssa murmured as she unleashed an intimately old school FAWN attack on her trapped adversary. “My claim to fame is making you quit like a little bytch in front of the whole world.”
Dark eyes alight, Zahn marveled over the sight of Treymane chewing at her bottom lip for several seconds before she filled her other hand with the blonde’s long locks and yanked her head back at a savage angle. Continuing to rummage and pillage the contents of her foe’s briefs, the Vine Vixen glanced over one shoulder and said, “Bring the mic over here, Castle!” Nick headed over with microphone at the ready. Sure enough, Zahn demanded, “Ask her.”
“What do you say, Veronica? Do you want to quit?”
Treymane shook her head ‘no’, then added, “No! Get that damned thing out of my facoooOOOHHHHHHHH FAAAAAHH!”
Lyssa upped the ante, as evidenced by the rhythmic ripples and bulges of her rival’s bottoms. “Sure about that, poseur?” she teased. “Feels to me like you’re about ready to go.”
Veronica snorted, an impressive show of defiance considering the embarrassing position. “To THIS? Not likely, Daisy. I’d have thought a tramp who spends so much time on her phone would be a little better with her fingMMEERRRRGGGHHH DISGUSTING BYTCH!”
Lyssa pulled her tines from Veronica’s trunks and earned an emphatic round of jeers and catcalls when she smashed that hand into the blonde’s exposed face! “Quit. Quit right now.” Zahn emphasized the demand with several hard slaps to ‘Ronnie’s face and chest. “Quit before it gets worse.”
Veronica turned her head away, growled angrily when the brunette clamped down on her tits. “I’ve seen your worst already, Zahn. It’s not enough to beat NNNNGGHHH!”
Lyssa abandoned the claw for a trio of pitiless Forearm Smashes delivered directly to the Pinstripe Powerhouse’s chest. She finished with a hard slap for good measure, then rounded on one heel and sprinted to the other side of the ring where she hopped onto the second turnbuckle and used it to launch herself back the way she’d came without missing a beat. The gathered FAWNatics urged Treymane to wrest herself free from the clutching Tree, alas the ring held her fast, meaning there was nothing to do but brace for impact when Lyssa left her feet and THWHUMPED them into the former champ’s crotch!
The hateful Dropkick proved strong enough to jostle Veronica free from her perch, of course this newfound freedom took a backseat to curling up tight around her injured center. “Better suck it up, ‘Ronnie.” Lyssa taunted as she scraped the reeling wrestler off the canvas. “Otherwise you’ll blow up your reputation before I get the chance.” Treymane replied with an elbow to the ribs, but it lacked all of her usual force and Zahn simply shrugged it off before setting out for the opposite side of the ring. Cries of warning became groans of dismay as Lyssa hit the brakes just to BWAAAAAANG Veronica’s forehead off the exposed steel rung of the top turnbuckle! Bounced away from the eye-crossing collision, Treymane offered no resistance when the Black Hat wrenched her backward in a painful Inverted Facelock. Then she swung her left leg back and kicked it forward to drop to her tush and thus THWHUNK the back of ‘Ronnie’s skull to the deck with a huge Inverted Snap DDT.
INVERTED SNAP DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GCW-u4iGMg
Bounced to one knee by the residual momentum, Zahn spun into place on Treymane’s left side and started to go for a cover before she remembered the stipulation and settled on a heavy hammer punch to the blonde’s tummy instead. Veronica ‘oofffhed’ and started to sit up, but Lyssa was having none of it and a double handful of hair allowed her to THWHUNK the back of the former World Champion’s skull against the mat.
“Don’t even think about it.” the Vine Vixen warned Castle when he stepped forward. “This stubborn bytch is nowhere near done yet and even if she was, I’m just getting started.”
Nick raised his hands and cleared off without saying a word, thus allowing Lyssa to stomp to the corner and head out to the apron. From there she climbed to the high rent district and stood up straight, the powerful brunette using her elevated vantage point to ‘frame’ her nemesis in a rectangle of thumbs and forefingers. “Would love to live stream this, but I’m worried the sound of your sternum cracking might blow out my speakers.” On that unpleasant note she leapt out into the void with both legs flung forward at waist level, all the better to THAWHUMP the whole of her hundred and thirty pounds ass-first atop Treymane’s defenseless chest!
MEGATON ZAHN BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6hO7YSkTLo
Flattened into a starfish by the megaton force of that particular Zahn Bomb, ‘Ronnie tried to roll onto her side but couldn’t go anywhere because Lyssa was still seated on her chest. “Well, it feels like your sternum held up ok.” Zahn snickered while grinding her rump back n’ forth against Veronica’s aching assets. “Wonder if I cracked your voice instead?”
Treymane reached up, palmed Lyssa’s hips and tried to force her off, to little effect. “Yuuuhhhh… you couldn’t crack an egg, Daisy.” she grunted at the Black Hat. “Let alone meMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHH!”
Zahn rose up, peeled off a half circle and sat right back down, her taut, black-sheathed backside settling heavy and haughty on the Dame’s upturned features! Demeaning though it was, a Reverse Face Sit wasn’t often a fight ender this early on, so Lyssa leaned forward and hooked her rival behind the knees, all the better to tuck those squirming stems beneath her armpits in a Reverse Matchbook. ‘Ronnie keened as Zahn jounced in her perch, every little bump and roll earning another pained sound from the pinned blonde.
Certain the trap would hold for now, Lyssa glanced over her shoulder and said, “Bring that mic over here, Castle.”
Nick did, though he wasn’t sure how Treymane could offer a cogent answer in her current state. “You want me to ask her?” he said in a tone faint with incredulity.
Lyssa shook her head ‘no’ and gave him a wicked smile. “Nah. I just want everyone to hear what we hear when I do this!” She curled her right hand into a claw and clamped down between Veronica’s thighs with gnawing, white-knuckled ferocity!
“EEEERRRRHHH! AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHH! MMMRRAAAAAHHHH!” Treymane shrieked quite loudly despite the gluteal muffler and thanks to that cunningly placed microphone the FAWNatics heard it all in crystal clarity.
Curiously silent as she continued the ruthless ravaging of her rival’s togs, Lyssa kept it up for more than fifteen seconds before she clamped down and slooooooowly twisted her wrist to the left. Then she lifted up and slid forward so that the point of ‘Ronnie’s chin was trapped in the southern curve of her backside. “Ask her.” the brunette told Castle. “As the weepy little quitter if she’s ready to EEERRRRRRRGGGHH!”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse didn’t have the leverage to escape the painful hold, so instead she raised both hands and bore down on Zahn’s breasts. “I’m fine, Daisy.” she said through clenched teeth. “What about you? Can these sub-par tits hold out longer than your tonGGMMMMPPPHHHH!”
Lyssa slid back to her original position, the Social Media Superstar’s buns once again engulfing her rival’s suffering features. “That the best you can manage for a titty twister, loser?” Zahn taunted after she’d wedged her boots against the sides of Treymane’s noggin. “Guess I’ll have to show you how THAT’S done too.” With that she tossed the blonde’s left leg aside so she could slip that hand under ‘Ronnie’s bustier top for an equally callous grip on her left breast! “Tap out all you want, bytch-lick.” Lyssa sneered as Treymane bucked, writhed and wailed like a woman possessed. “You’re not going anywhere OOOOWWW SHYT!”
She almost assuredly wasn’t going to finish that sentence with ‘until you bite down as hard as you can’, yet that’s exactly what the Dangerous Dame did and it freed her from Zahn’s clutches faster than any rope break ever could. Breathing deep now that she was clear of Lyssa’s humiliating trap, Treymane scrambled to her feet and lurched toward the ropes in search of a handhold that’d last until her knees regained their strength. Almost sobbing when she grabbed hold of the second strand, Veronica doubled over and continued to suck wind while--THWHACK!
The TweetStormTrooper rushed in from the right and caught ‘Ronnie upside the head with a nasty kick that left the former World Champ folded gut-first across the middle rope. The FAWNatics screamed bloody murder about this apparent violation of the rules but Nick only shook his head and mouthed ‘No DQ.’ Far less politic in her response, Lyssa propped her elbows on the ropes and cooed, “Awwwww, did you dumpy little dweebs not like that? Then you’re gonna f*cking hate what comes next.” Slipping out onto the apron beside her nemesis, Zahn hooked the blonde’s left arm in a Half Nelson to ensure it was out of the way when she began POUNDING Kneelifts into Veronica’s chest and tummy! On a normal night the mere presence of the ropes would ensure Zahn’s Kneecoplasty ended at the count of ‘FOUR’, but under the I Quit rules she was allowed to keep banging away until Treymane quit or Lyssa got tired.
KNEECOPLASTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sBOGk5iQTvI
In the end ‘Ronnie didn’t quit and Lyssa didn’t get tired, but she did get bored after landing almost two dozen shots to the other woman’s chest. “C’mon asshole, waddle your way out here.” the Vine Vixen demanded as she used a double handful of hair to ensure compliance. Veronica didn’t have the energy to resist at the moment, though there was a brief, furious flurry of protest when Zahn spun her around for a Waistlock. Lyssa quashed it with a few Kneelifts to the glutes and single nasty Forearm Smash to the nape of her neck. “You’re beaten.” the Black Hat ground her knuckles into the blonde’s tummy. “Admit it. To everyone.” She glared at Castle, who hurried over and put the mic near Veronica’s face. “SAY IT!”
“I… I… I can’t wait to wrap a steel chair around your goddamned facWHOOOOAAANNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
In no mood for dissent, Lyssa dropped her hips and tore Treymane off her feet with a gorgeous German Suplex that THWHUNKED ‘Ronnie down on the narrow, unforgiving ridge of the apron!
APRON GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X6pptaa8JJk
Ending up on the floor amidst a thunderous round of ‘HOLY SHYT’ chants, Lyssa raked a hand through her hair and looked around for a new and different way to torture the gangly poseur. Zahn’s perusal stopped when she happened upon the Announce Table. “Hmmmmhhh. Yeah, that’ll do just fine. C’mon stripes. Hard time’s not over yet.” Filling her hands with the blonde’s hair, Lyssa peeled Veronica off the apron and half led / half dragged her to the table, whereupon she stretched her out full length without so much as a word to Joanna and Gordy.
Possessed of far more good sense than her broadcast partner, Joanna waited just long enough to see where Zahn was going, then grabbed Gordy and got the hell outta Dodge when she realized the brunette was headed for the ring or more specifically, the nearest ring post.
The FAWNatics, torn between their love for Veronica and their instinctive desire to celebrate the destruction of a table, grew increasingly loud as Lyssa hopped onto the apron, strode to the corner and carefully made her way to the high rent district. Perched a good twelve feet above her hapless adversary, Zahn looked out over the sea of collected humanity with an expression of amused disgust. “Remember this night, people!” she barked to anyone who would listen. “Because it’s the last night ANY of you will give two shits about Veronica Treymane!”
Another round of boos ensued, though these were noticeably tinged with voices pleading with the Dangerous Dame. No such luck, Veronica only laid on the table, hands by her sides, tummy hitching, one knee slightly raised. Bracing herself for the impact that’d ensure her a World Title shot next month, Lyssa flipped off the jeering throng, then dropped into a deep crouch and sprang out into the void. A well-executed Frog Splash was a thing of beauty and make no mistake, Zahn’s technique was flawless. Hands together with arms outstretched, she drew her knees in and swung her hands down between her thighs as she reached the apex, meaning she had plenty of time to stretch out full length in the heartbeats before she--
Treymane rolled off the table, leaving a wide-eyed Zahn to THAWHAM-KERASH onto (or rather through) the vacated space. The poor furniture never stood a chance. It didn’t quite explode, but the devastation was equally thorough, both for it and the brunette that brought about its end. Arms pulled tight against her midsection, Lyssa rolled off the ruined table and drew her knees up high in a grim effort to will away the very worst of the pain.
Nick Castle, who’d dove through the ropes the instant he noted ‘Ronnie’s escape, dashed over to Zahn and dropped to one knee. “Talk to me, Lys.”
“F*ck off, Castle.” she grunted through clenched teeth.
“That answers one question. Did you break anything? Are you having trouble breathing?”
“I’ve got a question of my own.” rasped a voice behind the referee. A roar of delight from the crowd as both Zahn and Castle beheld the vengeful form of one Veronica Treymane. Silent until she was sure she had the Black Hat’s attention, the Gorgeous Gangster asked, “Do you quit, Daisy?”
“You‘re not that lucky, bytch.” Zahn spat as she struggled to a seat against the steel barricade. “And you don’t have the skill to make me quiNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Veronica stomped over the wreckage, grabbed the top of the barrier in both hands and unleashed no less than half a dozen stomps on her foe’s devastated midsection! Lyssa snarled when she managed to catch hold of the blonde’s ankle, unfortunately it didn’t mean an end to the torment as Treymane simply sank into a crouch so she could keep gouging away with that vengeful heel.
Shaking her head ‘no, no, no!’ so neither Treymane or Castle would bother with stupid questions, Lyssa curled her fingers into claws and proceeded to raaaaaaaaake her attacker’s leg over and over and over again, each subsequent pass deepening those angry, stinging welts. It was far from pleasant, but hardly the worst thing ‘Ronnie’d endured during her wars with the Vine Vixen, so she let Zahn work until she stood up straight and THUNKED that knee into Lyssa’s forehead. “Really glad you didn’t give it up just now, Daisy.” the Pinstripe Powerhouse confessed as she hauled Zahn to boot leather with a double handful of hair. “I didn’t spend all this time beating your ass just to let a damned table get all the glory in the end.”
“Nuuuhhhh… no glory for you, f*cker.” Zahn huffed in the midst of trying to sweep her rival into a woozy clinch. “Just a whole new round of memes once you quit with your nose buried in my asUUUNNNNGGHHH GAAAAAAHHH SHYT!”
Treymane endured the Black Hat’s efforts just long enough to clamp down on one wrist. Then she shoved a shoulder into Zahn’s sternum, took a giant step backward and got low for an Irish Whip that sent Lyssa hurtling gut-first into the edge of the apron! Vertical only by grace of her death-grip on the middle rope, Zahn cried out in pain and hatred when Veronica grabbed hold of her waistband used ‘em to wedgie-reel her into not one, not two, but three THWHUMPING Forearm Smashes to the small of the back! Far from moved by Lyssa’s groans of anguish, Veronica palmed the back of the brunette’s head and pressed down hard, thus keeping her pinned in place while she reared back for a great, gaudy slap that CRAAACKED against Zahn’s vulnerable glutes!
“BYTCH!” Lyssa straightened up, whirled around and swung a wild Haymaker at the former World Champion’s face. Landing that shot might’ve well turned the tide in her favor then and there, but Veronica dipped the blow with ease and made Lyssa pay for the mistake with a pistoning left-right-left combo to the belly! Damned if Zahn didn’t answer with a single overhead Forearm Smash across Treymane’s shoulders, however this only seemed to anger the blonde, who straightened up and promptly PWAAAAKED the broad side of her left thigh across Lyssa’s tummy. Slowed to a crawl by the punishment to her ribs, the TweetStormTrooper tried to clear out but ‘Ronnie was having none of it and she proved as much with a single quick jab that clipped her nemesis’s chin. Zahn swayed but didn’t go down and though Veronica would’ve delighted in battering the brunette to her knees, she took a quicker route by hooking one arm over Lyssa’s shoulder and the other between her legs. A Body Slam never made the highlight reels these days, yet it didn’t stop the FAWNatics from groaning in sympathetic anguish when Treymane scooped Lyssa onto one shoulder and deposited her on the thinly-padded floor with a heavy THWHUMP!
The Black Hat hit hard and sat up at once only for ‘Ronnie to palm a shoulder and force her back down. Though space was at a premium with Lyssa stretched out parallel to the apron, Treymane still built in impressive head of steam in all of three steps, the last of which powered a gorgeous vertical leap. Legs kicked forward, head thrown back, the blonde drew her knees to chest level to make sure every ounce of her weight was concentrated in the Senton she dropped on Zahn’s defenseless chest.
RUNNING SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o216hZvYu1s
Jaw clenched to stifle a scream of pain, Lyssa sat up after the impact and collected a quick Headbutt for her trouble. Mopping hair off her brow once the brunette was settled down again, Veronica got to her feet and made a point of stepping on Zahn’s chest as she made her way to the apron. From there she climbed up, turned around and hooked her arms over the top rope. Though she wasn’t normally one to show off, ‘Ronnie offered the crowd a grin and a saucy little hip grind before she hopped up and threw all her weight back against the rubber-coated steel. The tension bounced her forward and down into what would’ve been a gawdawful pratfall if Lyssa Zahn hadn’t been right there to play crash-pad.
“GOD…DAMMIT!” the Vine Vixen roared in the aftermath, her heels beating an erratic tattoo on the floor.
Veronica wasn’t that vocal in her own displeasure, though it was clear from the look on her look on her face that the blonde was far from a hundred percent. Even so, she was up and Zahn was not, so Dangerous Dame plunged a hand into Lyssa’s hair and hauled them both to boot leather. “Feeling a little weak in the knees, Daisy.” Treymane muttered after looping her arms around opposing waist. “Maybe you should take a seat.”
“Maybe you should kiss my UUUUUNNNNGGGGHHH!” Lyssa couldn’t stifle a groan when Veronica hoisted her up with a Waistlock that plopped her butt on the apron. Sticking close, Treymane threaded Zahn’s arms over the middle rope, then pressed in even closer so she could snag the bottom strand and pull it up over the Black Hat’s shoulders. Pleased with her handiwork, Veronica grabbed hold of the ropes and gave them a hard shake to make sure Lyssa wasn’t getting loose without a whole lotta hard work. Then she helped herself to a handful of Zahn’s battle-damp hair and tugged her head backward so that the rivals were eye to eye. “Feeling helpless yet, Melyssa? Is it how Rachel felt when you jumped her in the locker rooMMMEERRRRGGHH!”
With her arms utterly useless at the moment, Lyssa kicked both legs up and ‘smecked’ them around Treymane’s waist in a hard Bodyscissors. “I’m NEVER helpless, asshole.” the brunette grunted. “Neither was big sis. Hell, I hit her harder than I ever hit you and she didn’t bytch nearly so much as NNGH! NNGH! NNGH!”
‘Ronnie lit into Zahn’s tummy with a heavy left-right-left combo, then leaned in and cinched her arms around that beleaguered midsection for a torrid mouth-on-shoulder Bear Hug. “I don’t care if you whine, scream or even beg, Daisy.” the big blonde murmured into Zahn’s ear. “Just as long as you quit.”
Lyssa shook her head ‘no’ and sent another pulse through the Scissors, though she knew it was a doomed effort if she couldn’t get her arms free. Twisting and straining against the rubber-coated steel, she ground her thighs in above Treymane’s hips and turned her head so she could murmur, “Lotta big talk, baby. We both know that Rachel’s the only Raker with a killer instinct. You do have her beat when it comes to Cosplay, thouUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHH!”
Veronica answered with a vile squeeze of her own, the former World Champion baring her teeth in a hard smile as Zahn groaned into her ear. “I think I can feel your ribs starting to creak.” she cooed to the suffering Vine Vixen. “How’s that for a killer instinct you piece of traOOOOOOOOWWW F*CK!”
Zahn bit down on her attacker’s ear and was gifted with an almost immediate reprieve from the Bear Hug. Though her ribs demanded she simply take a moment to breath, she drew her knees up, braced both feet against Treymane’s chest and sent her careening across the narrow aisle with a Mule Kick that BWAAAANGED the dangerous dame against the steel guardrail.
“What was that about helpless, poseur?” she sneered while ‘Ronnie rubbed at her aching back. Another hard tug at the ropes provided no egress, so she looked around for the referee and said, “Dammit Castle, get me out of these f*cking rop--” THWHACK! Treymane stormed off the barricade, whipped around in a circle and hopped off her back foot to force feed Zahn a mouthful of Chicago Lightning!
CHICAGO LIGHTNING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQ5ogzccy1k
The head-swiveling kick jolted Lyssa something fierce but she still didn’t fall clear of the ropes, so the Pinstripe Powerhouse dropped to one knee, grabbed hold of the ring skirt and flipped it aside. The gloom beneath the ring didn’t reveal much when Treymane reached beneath, thankfully the bright overhead lights cleared up any confusion when she got to her feet holding a steel chair.
Concerned by the malicious gleam in the blonde’s eyes, Nick crowded the ropes and said, “Come on Veronica, put the chair down.”
Treymane only shifted her grip to the legs and tapped the rounded edge of the chair against the floor like a batter warming up for a grand slam. “You wanna quit, Lyssa?”
Still woozy from the kick, Zahn shook her head once and huffed, “Never, bytch.”
Veronica nodded, as if that was the answer she’d expected. “Thought so.”
The words were barely out of her mouth when she straightened up and drove the blunt steel curve into Lyssa’s exposed midsection! The brunette gasped and drew her legs up in a sort of meager guard, alas Treymane put an abrupt end to that by BWANGING a pair of shots against the sides of her nemesis’s thighs. Far from done, she nudged Zahn’s stems aside and pumped the end of the chair into her belly once, twice, thrice! Leaning in on the last delivery, she went nose to nose with the Pintrest Pin-Up before she asked, “Wanna quit, Daisy?”
Lyssa didn’t reply with words, she simply screwed up her lips and spat on Treymane’s cheek.
Veronica didn’t wipe it off, didn’t even react, really. After a moment of silence she stepped back and shifted the chair so the wide end was pointed at Zahn’s tenderized midsection. Castle raked a hand through his hair as the gathered FAWNatics murmured with concern. “Christ, ‘Ronnie, don’t even think about--”
BWAAAAAANG!
The Dangerous Dame more than lived up to the moniker as she let loose with a murderous home run swing to Lyssa’s midsection. Almost a dozen more followed, each impact sounding like someone taking out a whole year’s worth of frustration on a very heavy rug. The ropes finally released their hold on Zahn and she crumpled from the apron to the floor, where she landed on her hands and knees. Above her, Veronica tossed the chair aside, then crooked a beckoning finger at Castle. Sighing, he reached through the ropes to hand her the microphone.
“Tell them you’re done, Daisy.” Treymane rasped into the mic. “Tell ME you’re done.” She grabbed Lyssa’s hair, wrenched her head back and stuck the stick inches from her face.
Breath coming in short, painful hitches after the wicked mugging, Zahn slowly reared back on her knees and grunted, “Kiss my ass you pinstriped pussyYYEEERRRRGGGHHHH!”
‘Ronnie belted her across the forehead with the microphone, then slung it under the bottom rope and did the same to her opponent immediately thereafter. Crouched beside Lyssa the instant she returned to the squared circle, Nick put a hand on her shoulder. “Can you continue? I can stop it if you can’t, but you’ll have to--”
The Gorgeous Gangster grabbed a double handful of hair and draaaaaaaaaaged Zahn to the middle of the ring, where she hauled her to an insensate seat. From there she swung around and dropped to her knees so she was back to back with the Black Hat. In the same breath she leaned into the brunette, laid claim to her wrists and pulled her backward so she could pin Zahn’s forearms beneath the heavy planks of her shins. Hands on her hips, ‘Ronnie finally cracked a smile as the sold out crowd roared with anticipation.
Zahn, who’d watched enough Treymane tape to know what the bytch had in mind, crossed her ankles and wedged her knees together in a grim effort to keep her stems on the mat. Veronica felt her shifting, looked over one shoulder and frowned. “Gimme your legs, Daisy.”
Lyssa wanted to shake her head ‘no’, but the weight of the blonde’s ass on the nape of her neck prevented it. Instead she growled, “Didn’t I already tell you to kiss my ass, sweethearAAAARRRRRRRRRHHHH BYTCH!”
The former World Champ dusted off her catty bona fides by punishing Lyssa’s trunks with a Crotch Claw straight out of the Dennehy playbook! “Is this how you want to go out, Daisy? With a ‘poseur’s’ nails digging into your junk? Because you’re welcome to quit to that too.” She clamped down on Zahn’s center to emphasize the point.”
Torn between two galling possibilities, Lyssa ultimately kicked her legs up in hopes of striking Treymane’s lower back, unfortunately the Pinstripe Powerhouse shifted forward to negate the worst of the blow, then caught Lyssa under the knees before she could reset. No taunts or theatrics now, Veronica just wrenched her opponent’s legs forward and out, spreading them in a nasty Wishbone that put Lyssa’s knees level with her ears.
TOUCH OF EVIL @ 9:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d5sGSB1P4tk
With the Touch of Evil locked in tight, Treymane began working Zhan’s legs like a rowing machine that owed her money. “Look at all those cameras, Lyssa!” Veronica barked at the protesting brunette. “There must be THOUSANDS of them out there! And how many of them are recording full HD video right now?!” She paused her routine with Zahn’s stems spread as wide as humanly possible. “You’re not just internet famous now, Daisy. They’re gonna be talking about you around water coolers worldwide tomorrow morni--”
“F*CK YOU!” Zahn screamed at the top of her lungs. “YOU’RE NOT GONNA GET AWAY WITH POSING ME LIKE OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAHHHHH STAAAAAAAHP!”
Veronica transitioned from the Wishbone to a more traditional Matchbook, one so snug it brought the Vine Vixen’s straining glutes dangerously close to her own chin. Even more worrisome, it put an ungodly amount of pressure on Zahn’s demolished abdomen.
Jaw clenched, molars grinding, Lyssa Zahn held back the softball in her throat for approximately ten and a half seconds. Then she muttered, “I quit.”
Castle was already close, so he called for the bell at once, but Veronica didn’t let go, not even when the Announcer roared, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
“Louder, Lyssa.” ‘Ronnie demanded once the initial clamor died down. “Don’t make me ask twice.”
“F*ck off, Treymane. I quit, no get the hell offa AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH YOU WHORE!”
The Gorgeous Gangster went back to the Wishbone not to hurt, but to make sure Zahn knew that one whole side of the arena had a perfect view of her straining trunks. “Say it.” Veronica demanded in an icy, merciless tone. “Tell me this is finished.”
Again Zahn held her tongue for the better part of fifteen seconds.
“For now it is. I quit. I QUIT.”
Veronica tossed one leg away so she could tack a decisive SMACK to Lyssa’s glutes, then she disengaged and got to her feet, both hands raised high overhead. Free of the blonde’s clutches at last, Zahn rolled onto one side and curled into a loose ball, where she stayed while Treymane took her well deserved victory lap around the squared circle.
Mounted atop the middle rope on the last leg of her four corner tour, Veronica raised both hands and did something she hadn’t done in more than a year. She strapped an invisible belt around her waist. “Lotta hard cases holding gold these days. Got a thug holding the IC strap hostage and a genuine madwoman with her fangs sank into the big belt. Might be about time I did something about that, now that I’ve crossed the Troll Bridge. Watch your back, ladies. ‘Ronnie Treymane is on the loose and she’s planning the heist of the century.”