Post by dsb on Nov 11, 2018 21:53:30 GMT
For the night’s penultimate spectacle the camera opened on a door which was unfamiliar to most in the Madhouse, although the lick of new white paint smeared over antique mahogany might’ve been the reason for that. The sign on the door was also new, the words “Executive Penthouse” embossed in gold. And as the door swung open that golden shine became dazzling.
Simply put, the entire apartment area was dripping in bling. Gold and crystals were everywhere; adorning the furniture, inlaid around the cornicing and patterned into the wallpaper. One wall was consumed entirely by an enormous California King bed, with four golden posts and a glittery canopy, while a broad golden chandelier covered the majority of the ceiling.
The overall effect looked a little like an explosion in a glitter factory, which might have been why the match referee Craig Long was looking somewhat more sheepish than usual.
One of the room’s other new features was quickly revealed, speakers in each of corners relaying the voice of the announcer from the main arena downstairs. “Ladies and gentlemen!” they blared, “the following contest will be fought under Apartment House rules and is for the Lightweight Championship. Introducing first the challenger…she hails from Cedar Hill, Ohio, standing at five feet and four inches and weighing in tonight at one hundred and twenty five pounds…the Assassin, the Heartless Wonder…MERCY ELLIS!”
A door in one wall opened, Mercy stepping through and giving a brief acknowledging glance at the camera. But the camera lingered considerably longer on her, her ever-present and relatively conservative black ring togs replaced with a simple but stunning black bra and panty set which made the Heartless Wonder seem considerably more wonderful. For her first experience of this particular environment and ruleset some might have expected Ellis to lack her usual confidence. But this clearly wasn’t the case, the blonde looking relaxed and all the more dangerous now that even more of that lethal body was revealed.
MERCY ELLIS
After a few moments the announcer’s voice could be heard again. “And her opponent, hailing from Dubai in the Emirate of Dubai, she stands at five feet and four inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and eighteen pounds…she is known as the Diva, the Best Thing that Ever Happened to FAWN, and she is the Current FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION…ZOE SCOTT!”
Tradition and simple rationality dictated that Apartment House combatants were introduced as they would be in polite society rather than with the fanfare of an arena entrance. But Zoe Scott was a woman of exacting standards, which was why instead of simply making her entrance she had arranged for her more ‘intimate’ entrance music to be played through the speakers. Sure enough Childish Gambino’s softened cover of the usual Kanye West banger filtered out into the room.
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Allowing herself a few seconds longer to build the tension, Scott sashayed out of her dressing room and spread her arms wide. Even the most ardent of her haters would have had to concede that the Diva looked sensational, clad in a red silk bustier and matching panties with white filigree’d stockings sheathing her legs. But the most striking thing was the heavy leather and gold strapped around her waist. After another dramatic pause Scott reached back, unclasping the Lightweight Title and holding it up high in one hand before turning to Long.
ZOE SCOTT
“Keep this safe, Carl,” she told the referee. “In fact, just go and put it in my dressing room until I ask to have it back.” Dismissing the man with a snap of her fingers the Oil Baroness turned and spread her arms again, apparently inviting Mercy to take in the majesty of the room. “You’ve been granted a rare privilege to even come to this suite I designed, “she snarled, “I know you’ve had too many head traumas to think clearly, but at least try to be grateful.”
“I’ll be grateful once don’t have to hear that screechy voice any more.” Mercy stepped forwards, body dropping fluidly into a loose striking stance familiar to almost any fan of female fighting over the last ten years. But not apparently to Zoe Scott, who waltzed forwards without any attempt at disguise and swung her arm out wide for an open handed slap which the Assassin bobbed underneath with consummate ease. Her counter was a short, brutal jab which slammed into Scott’s cheekbone and sent her back with a few hurried steps.
Under usual circumstances Mercy would have pursued, but Craig Long had stepped forwards. “Apartment rules miss,” he reminded, “that means absolutely no closed fists.” The veteran held up one placating hand but her eyes never left Zoe’s “Can you blame me?” she asked the referee, “Just look at that face and tell me you don’t want to punch itTTTOO SLOW FATASS!”
Always ready to take advantage of any distraction from her opponent, the Diva lunged forwards again and received nothing for her efforts but a pair of short, stiff kicks which thumped into her left thigh. A hiss of annoyance escaped her lips as she turned again to face the Heartless Wonder. “What the hell are you doing?” she demanded angrily, “this isn’t fight night at the strip bar, it’s the Executive Suite. Stop running away and fight me like a real womANNNGH!”
This time it was Mercy’s turn to come forwards, and it was a lot more successful. An Elbow Smash slammed into the plentiful expanse of Scott’s chest closely followed by an expertly placed kneelift which thwapped into the tanned skin over her kidney. The blonde danced off to one side again, clearly toying with her prey.
“Was that real enough for you?” Mercy swayed away from another attempted swipe and pumped a third pinpoint kick into Scott’s thigh. “It doesn’t matter whether it’s an octagon, a ring, or whatever gaudy hellhole you’ve ‘designed’ in here. A kick is still a kick, a punch is still a punch, I’m still the most dangerous woman in the world, and your leg is already looking bruised. So bring whatever catty shyt you want, I’m still going to smack you down and walk out with that titlGNNH BYTCH!”
Apparently even Zoe had now accepted that she wasn’t going to win a striking war with the Assassin. Instead she took advantage of the conditions, circling slightly before rushing in again. The effect f this was to leave Ellis with a low table behind her, hampering her avoidance efforts and instead banging into the back of her knees. Unused to having objects in her way, the blonde was barrelled backwards, thumping down hard on the flat surface and then sliding off onto her back.
Scott clearly wasn’t willing to let her get back to her feet, stepping up on the table and dropping off the other side so that her knees were driven into Ellis’ grounded stomach. The Ohio girl was crushed into the carpet, Zoe sliding to a mount over her and reaching down to grab a big handful of blonde tresses. With her grip secured she swung her other hand out and back, finally managing to land a meaty SLAP onto the Heartless Wonder’s jaw.
“Maybe you used to be the most dangerous woman,” she hissed. “I’m here now. I’m the most dangerous, I’m the best, and I’m the champion. All you are is a smear of blonde on the carpet waiting to be slapped.” True to her word the Diva swung again, but this one was considerably less successful, Mercy snatching her arm out of the air and using it as a lever to unbalance her all in one fluid movement. By the time Scott had rediscovered her equilibrium the roles had been reversed, Ellis’ textbook sweep leaving her in a high kneel over the prone brunette.
Actions having made a point about her superiority in a way that words never could, the Assassin set about the task of pounding the surprised Dubai girl into the carpet. One hand reached down to grasp at Scott’s jawline while the other lifted up and swung down, delivering a sharp and perfectly targeted elbow smash into that honey-tanned jaw. Zoe grunted, her hands flying up to protect her face, but she could do little more than cover up as Mercy pulled back and pistoned her elbow down another two, three, four, five times until…
“YEEEEEOWWWW!” It might not have been as technically elegant as Ellis’ counter, but the Oil Baroness showed a far more vicious way out of the predicament, simply shifting her head a little and biting down hard on those restraining fingers. The blonde let out an involuntary yelp and yanked her hand back, examining those fingers for any trace of blood. And she was still in the midst of doing that when Scott crunched up, reclaimed her hair hold, and used it to yank the Assassin’s face down into an Elbow Smash of her own.
Refusing to relinquish that handful of hair even as Mercy rocked backwards, the Diva used it to wriggle her way out from underneath and lift her legs up, thighs ‘SMECK’ing tight around Ellis’ trim waist. The Heartless wonder reared back again, trying to get upright to dig her elbows into the scissor, but Scott still had a grasp on those dirty blonde locks and used it to roll them both onto one side, keeping Ellis mired in place as she tightened up on her clamp.
Zoe might not have been as famous for her scissors as some of FAWN’s standouts, but the power in those caramel thighs was more than enough to keep Ellis firmly on the defensive, trying to squirm her body around while both elbows jammed down in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure. But worse was to come when Scott brought her free hand into play again, this time reaching out towards the trapped Assassin’s black bra. Squeezing her expertly manicured nails down into the sensitive flesh was enough to get Ellis to grit her teeth, and a further pinch down and hard twist on the nipple earned a small and somewhat shocked gasp of pain from the blonde.
“What’s the matter, tough girl?” the Diva snickered, “Have you finally realised just how far out of your depth you are? Give up whenever you’re ready, you aren’t going anywhere.” For once Scott’s arrogance didn’t seem misplaced, Mercy caught between trying to escape both the scissors and claw and ending up not really having much impact on either. Keen to show that things could still get even worse, Zoe released that grip on the squirming blonde’s top and let her hand drift considerably further south.
It never reached it’s destination though, Ellis grabbing that wandering hand with both of her own and folding it tight at the wrist. The Wristlock immediately caused Zoe to let out a shriek, tugging at the trapped limb and abandoning her scissors to kick her way free and roll away. She ended on her knees, massaging at that wrist and giving Mercy a look of fury as the Assassin climbed back to her feet. “It’s just that easy,” she said quietly.
Apparently Zoe didn’t agree. She rose from her crouch like a linebacker and charged forwards at the Heartless Wonder, head down. The short distance gave Mercy very little time to get another one of those vicious kicks away, but her response was perhaps even better, bracing herself and leaning down to haul up around the charging Dubai girl’s tummy. That bullrush was transformed into a quick but very effective Gutwrench Suplex, Ellis tossing her burden up and backwards at breakneck pace.
In a wrestling ring the move would have resulted in a painful back-first collusion with the canvas. But here in the executive suite Scott had a much more comfortable landing, bouncing down on the bed which stretched along one wall. But any relief she might have felt was quickly replaced with dread as Mercy spun around, grabbed one arm again and twisted it around into a nasty grounded Kimura before the Diva could even untangle herself from the beadspread!
Clambering up alongside her prey, Mercy swung a leg over the squirming socialite to end up kneeling over the base of her spine. Still working the Kimura with one hand she reached out with the other, taking a big handful of brunette locks and using them to shove Scott’s face down into the bedcovers as hard as she could. The thrashing increased considerably, but with her arm twisted up her back Zoe had nowhere to go and no way to avoid hearing what the Assassin had to say.
“Have you finally realised that all this catty shyt is only going to piss me off?” Zoe’s roared response was lost in the bedspread bedsheets, Ellis giving another vicious tug on that twisted limb while keeping the Diva’s face shoved down. “Give it up, moron, or I will rip your arm off.” Another yank brought a muffled screech, enough to bring Craig Long up close so he could ask “do you need me to stop this Zoe? Tell me something. The initial response to the question was lost in the bedsheets, but after a few seconds Mercy finally deigned to allow her victim an unobstructed airway by yanking her head roughly backwards.
“GET THE FARK OFFA MEEEEMMMMPH!” Shaking her head theatrically, Mercy shoved back down again, scrubbing the Oil Baroness’ face into the mattress. “Are you at least enough of a fighter to know the phrase ‘tap or snap’?” she asked rhetorically, “I ask because you’re about fifteen seconds away from ligament damage. You’ll be wearing a cast for months unless you tap. The hell. OuOWWW!”
Silk sheets and feather mattresses might have been more comfortable on the Assassin’s knees, but that also meant that her base was considerably less stable than it would have been on a hard floor, a fact with Scott knew very well. And once again she took advantage expertly, managing to find enough purchase to lunge herself forwards and sideways over one side of the bed. The result was to yank Mercy forward suddenly, robbed of her usual stability by the soft surface and topping forwards into an ugly crash landing over the edge.
Ideally Zoe would have liked to just lie in the soft confines and massage at the fire Mercy had lit in her shoulder, but the desire to take revenge proved to be even stronger. Slipping off the side of the California King, Scott swung one leg back and slammed a short and nasty kick square into the rising blonde’s jaw. She might not have possessed that octagon-honed technique but there was no lack of viciousness, especially when two more swings followed to leave Ellis seeing stars.
“Don’t you dare even talk about injuries!” she hissed. “I’m the face of this company, you’re just the face of post concussion syndrome. Without me this place would barely turn a profit.” Ellis was given no chance of interrupting this rant, Zoe using a big handful of black panties to haul the Heartless Wonder up to standing and then ramming her head into the nearby bed post. Blinking away the stars in her vision, Mercy got her hands up to defend against a repeat impact and instead found the point of attack moving considerably further south, Scott yanking up on an enormous wedgie which she used to toss the Ohio girl back up onto the bed before climbing up after her.
Keeping one fist full of those abused panties, Scott wriggled her way round until Mercy’s head was face down between the fork of her legs. The Assassin pushed up, trying to shove her way free, but the champion wouldn’t let her, grabbing her hair again and yanking down while once more clamping her legs shut, this time around Ohio noggin! Trap almost completed, Zoe leaned forwards with both hands and reclaimed a grip on the back of those black panties leaning backwards and straining with all of her might to cut Ellis in two!
For a few seconds there was no sound except the grunt of effort coming from the Oil Baroness as she hauled on the horrendous wedgie, but the quiet was quickly shattered. “GIVE UP!” Scott roared, “You’re out of your depth and I’m barely getting started. So tell everyone I’m the best and maybe you’ll be able to walk out of here!”
Mercy was also bellowing, but it certainly wasn’t any such admission; the Heartless Wonder waggling a finger madly at Craig Long’s question about surrender even as her treacherous togs cut into her center. Her feet scrabbled, trying to alleviate the pressure but unable to find purchase on the silky counterpane, while her hands reached desperately for a handhold. She quickly found one in the Oil Baronesses tightly locked legs, reaching around to find the pit of both knees and working her fingers into the thin stockings covering them, shredding the lace to eat to the flesh beneath.
“What are you doing?” Scott screeched, “that’s handmade French lace, the stockings are worth more than...alright loser, I’m taking payment in your screams.” Redoubling her efforts, leaning backwards and using all her strength to lift the hurting Assassin even higher with that vile handhold. Mercy was forced to abandon her claw in a frantic attempt to find something, anything, which could lessen the pressure on her nethers.
Something had to give, and for a few looooong seconds it looked like it might be Ellis’ togs, a series of increasingly alarming rip noises coming from those overstrained panties. But before that could happen the blonde took matters into her own increasingly frantic hands, placing both hands flat on the bed and desperately pushing forwards with what little leverage she possessed. The result was a sort of messy forward roll, popping her head free of Scott’s legs and cannonballing forwards to squash the brunette flat. Mercy came to rest with her butt placed firmly on Zoe’s well-cushioned chest, her knees framing that shocked face.
CRACCKK! Not a second of hesitation from the heartless Wonder, swinging down a brutally stiff slap which lit up the socialite’s cheek. “Do you seriously think you’re the first person who’s tried to work my trunks?” Mercy seemed more incredulous than offended, but her second SLAP might have had even more venom than the first. The champ’s head was smashed to one side but spun back straight away, her eyes blazing fury.
“I’m sure I’m not the first, but I’m the BEST! Now get your saggy ass off me beforEEEOW!” A third slap whipcracked into her jaw, spinning her head to one side again. “What’s the matter moron?” Mercy asked, “have you finally run out of shytty little tricks? Because from where I’m sitting you don’t look like you’re going anyweORGH GET THE FARK OFF!”
Mercy Ellis wasn’t a woman who could be fooled twice and she had quickly learned her lesson and spread her stance to avoid the slippery Oil Baroness repeating her earlier evasion trick. But with her legs spread wider than usual and her bottoms already disappearing, Scott only had to give a few yanks at the panties to earn a reaction. Her ploy seemed to be working right up until the point when Ellis Leaned forwards and swing a looping Elbow Smash down square into Zoe’s face, a second and even a third swing enough to convince the Diva to abandon her wedgie and try futilely to protect her noggin.
Never one to be deterred when she was in a winning position, Mercy simply switched targets, jabbing elbows down into arms, chest and neck with impunity. But after one particularly spicy Elbow Strike crunched into the Dubai girl’s collar bone with a sound like wet cement falling on concrete. Scott let out a groan of pain and reached up, one hand blindly groping for some way out of the punishment. Initially finding nothing but air, the Diva let out a shout of triumph when she managed to grab a handful of blonde tresses, immediately yanking sideways and downwards as hard as she could.
Desperate though her tactic was, Scott had enough leverage to make the Assasin lurch forwards, reaching down to grab a hair hold of her own in an attempt to steady herself. But once again those silky bedsheets came into play, the entangled pair rolling over and dropping off the side of the bed along with half of the coverings. By chance it was Ellis who took the brunt of the impact, thumping into the plush carpet spine-first with the Oil Baroness smeared on top of her. And as usual Zoe was extremely happy to take advantage of her own luck, sliding forwards and burying Mercy’s surprised face in the pillowy embrace of her overspilling cleavage!
“My assistant told me you and some other has-been had a feud because you were so scared of her tits.” Scott gave her shoulders a little shake and then pressed down, keeping the Heartless Wonder firmly ensconced in sweaty darkness. “If some saggy old nobody gets you that worried then you should probably start running right now, cos I’ve got the best boobs in FAWN and I will knock you the hell out.” It was immediately clear that the brunette could back up her boastful tone, but Ellis was far from ready to go out and proved it by slamming an unorthodox but effective knee up between the Diva’s legs! Zoe let out a gasp of hurt and rolled hastily off to one side, kicking her legs to disentangle the bedspread and give herself a little distance.
Both woman seemed ready for some space, Mercy final able to adjust her waistband back to a more comfortable position while Scott massaged at her core and glared daggers. A few seconds more and the pair had both made it back to vertical, but still there was no rush to engage, Ellis circling off to one side with the Diva’s eyes still burning a hole in her.
“Last time I was here we were upstairs, a little place called the Spider’s Nest.” Mercy kept her gaze focused and her pace slow, stalking around the stationary champion. “That wasn’t just some rich kid of Instagram’s nightmare like this place, it was the real deal. We beat the shyt out of each other with chains. Noting catty, nothing covered in fake gold, just real fighting.”
Zoe shook her head. “You must be trying to bore me into submission, because no-one wants to hear storytime with a head trauma victim. Get over here and take your beating, I’ve got a victory party to attend.” She feinted forwards and got absolutely no reaction from the predatory blonde, Mercy just continuing to move around until she was in perfect position. “The point I’m trying to make is that you don’t get to be as good as I am without being able to adapt to your surroundings. Like this.”
Springing forwards even before the last word had left her lips, Mercy wrapped her arms around the surprised Diva and drove her backwards, Scott’s back thumping into the wall with spine-juddering force. The champ grunted in pain and pressed back off the wallpaper, ready to THUMP! One Ohio knee pistoned upwards, burying deep into the honey-tanned expanse of Zoe’s tummy and doubling her forwards. With her head in perfect position, the Heartless Wonder wrapped it up tight and moved to one side, slamming two more ramrod Knee Strikes up into that heavy-hanging, red silk clad décolletage!
Zoe groaned and lurched to one side, trying to get away from the punishment and clunking into the wall alongside her. She had a split second to realise that she had been expertly backed into a corner and then had her clock cleaned by another Kneelift, this one slamming into her forehead and straightening her up with stars in her eyes. In fact the Diva looked like she might have just slumped to the carpet if it wasn’t for the restraining hands of Mercy Ellis, shoving her up against the wall and heeling her there with one forearm pressed across her throat!
Setting her feet, the MMA standout pulled her free arm back and DRILLED a brutally stiff elbow into Scott’s right boob. A wail escaped the diva's lips, but that wasn’t nearly enough for Mercy, swinging again in a concerted effort to flatten the flesh completely. Four more quick and vicious strikes followed, the champs chest pounded brutally under that red silk as the Assassin simply unleashed on those vaunted juggs. When Zoe had finally managed to cover up the Ohio girl stepped forwards to look right in her face.
“I’m not going to make any threats.” Mercy swung another elbow, this one smashing into Scott’s temple. “I’m just going to get those stupid balloon tits so bruised and battered that you never even think about putting them in my face again. And then I’m going to knock you out.” The tone was chillingly matter-of-fact, but another crushing elbow had Scott’s already jellified knees all but ready to give out.
However wobbly the Diva’s legs were feeling she still clearly had some instinct to fight back, hence the white-stockinged foot which swung up in response to Mercy’s taunt. It would have split the Ohioan’s wickets if Ellis hadn’t raised a leg at the last second to block with her thigh. “Not good enough”, she muttered, “get ready to add 'former' to that stupid introduction of yours.” Before Scott’s hurting brain could process any other counter measures the Heartless Wonder THUMPED another knee up, smacking into tanned Dubai stomach with a noise like hitting a bag of wet cement and crushing the brunettes abdomen into the unforgiving wallpaper.
Now there was nothing to stop the Oil Baroness going down, Zoe making a sickening gasp and slumping forwards. She came to rest on her knees, hands cradling her eviscerated tummy, looking up dazedly at the Assassin standing over her. One hand weakly came up, more in pleading than any sort of protection, but this was quickly stepped aside as Mercy pushed forwards ready to end the Diva’s night. One leg went back and then started to wing ominously forwards, knee bent and aimed squarely at “GUUUURK!”
Mercy’s plans all suddenly vanished in a blaze of pain as Scott lurched forwards, used that waving hand to grasp at the Assassin’s black panties, and delivered an ugly but very stiff looking headbutt right into the middle of her togs! The blonde was thumped backwards by a new and vomit-inducing pain, only to get stung again as Zoe fired a big swinging uppercut right between her thighs and crunching into her center. Ellis tilted forwards just as the Diva had done, ending up on her knees a few feet away from the exhausted but somewhat vindicated- looking brunette.
Both women slumped to their sides, Zoe gasping huge breaths and trying to blink away the fog in her brain and the pain in her chest and tummy while Mercy was preoccupied with soothing the raging fire in her groin. The blonde looked to be easily winning the race to recovery, snapping her bottoms back into place and turning with full-blown murder in her eyes. Eyes which were suddenly shut again, Scott flinging out a desperate, vicious claw and scratching right across the Ohian’s peepers.
Spinning away in a swirl of blonde, Ellis took a few seconds to rub her eyes clear before turning back. But those seconds proved precious for Zoe Scott, the Diva hurriedly tugging at one foot to pull off the remains of her torn stocking. She was left with a foot or so of material which she pulled tight between both hands. Mercy turned back round straight into the brunette’s improvised garrotte, Scott looping the taut hosiery around the Assassin’s throat and twisting hard.
Having watched the last minute or so of violence with increasing concern, Craig Long waited as long as he could before stepping in to protect the safety of his charges. Moving forwards with his hands raised placatingly, He quietly said “Zoe, you know the rules and I’m not going to let you kill her. What are you planning to do?” The look he received in turn could have curdled milk, Scott’s eyes flashing pure fury at him even as she fought to sink in her stranglehold.
“I’m planning to do whatever the hell I want!” she snarled, “and there’s nothing you, this loser or anyone else can do to stop me. Get out of the way!”
Uncomprehending of this exchange, Mercy was too busy trying to work her fingers into the noose wrapped around her throat. Scott’s distraction allowed her to slip one index finger into the stranglehold, but any sense of triumph died when the Diva shifted the focus of her attack, using her garrotte like a dog leash to drag the blonde up to her feet. Ellis had no chance of fighting the leverage, the champion leading her along for a couple of running steps and then hurling herself forwards over the low table. She splashed down into the carpet in a bruising bum-first impact and let out a grunt of pain.
But her landing was considerably better then Mercy’s. Dragged by her throat, the Assassin suffered a bulldog-come-neckbreaker made infinitely more devastating by splashing down square on the gold-inlaid wood of the table. Her head whiplashed over the edge, body following in an ugly, boneless backwards roll which dumped her onto the carpet. And Scott’s garrotte was still in place, the diva shuffling around to retighten that hateful noose.
Again Craig Long had to step forwards to protect his charges, tapping lightly on Scott’s shoulder. The diva was very preoccupied trying to keep the bucking and writhing blonde under control, but she spared enough breath to pant “Don’t you dare touch me!” in his direction. The referee clearly did dare, his tapping becoming more insistent. “I’ve already told you I can’t let you strangle her miss,” he insisted, “find another way to finifh her…um, ok, great.
He was unable to hide the surprise in his voice when Scott almost almost immediately complied with his instruction, although she gave the repurposed hosiery one last constriction before yanking it away. “Don’t flatter yourself, idiot, I’m not doing this because of you” the Oil Baroness hissed. “Little miss concussion syndrome went after my tits, so now she’s going to tap the hell out to them.” True to her word the vengeful brunette gave a tug at her own top and then slid her body forwards and down, enveloping the oxygen-starved Ohian in sweaty cleavage for the second time in the contest!
Mercy’s bucking became even more frantic, the blonde letting out a hoarse roar which was lost in flesh and fighting to turn her head away. Those efforts were stymied when Scott wrapped one arm tight around the back of her skull, keeping her pressed forwards. But her other hand was free to wonder, sliding down the sweat-slicked assassin’s body and tearing at the black lace of her top before reaching down to dig talons into the sensitive skin beneath. Ellis lost more valuable oxygen on a new scream, lost in the pillowy depths of Zoe’s décolletage.
“Give it up loser!” Zoe’s voice was hoarse and broken after the abuse her body had taken, all her energy poured into this final attempt to snuff out Mercy’s light. But still there were no signs of quit in the Heartless Wonder, Mercy bucking, slapping and clawing at whatever she could find. But she seemed to be fighting a losing battle, especially when Scott slipped her own legs back to crapevine around the blonde’s, effectively neutralising the best leverage she had.
“Submit!” Scott demanded. In response Ellis briefly let up clawing with her hand to raise one tired middle finger, a gesture which managed to stay there as her other movements slowed, that finely tuned body having finally lost all its oxygen in the smothering furnace of Scott’s cleavage. Long knelt down, raising one hand and letting it drop. Tradition might have called for two more attempts, but the referee had been doing this for a long time and knew a jugged-out victim when he saw one. Instead he glanced at the camera then made a gesture , receiving in response the sound of a bell from the speakers.
That chime was apparently enough for the champion too. Scott might have been known for keeping a smother locked in long after she needed to, but it seemed that tonight’s contest had all but exhausted the champion. She still managed to give a little forget-me-not shimmy of her shoulders, Mercy’s uncomprehending features treated to a light slapping from her bust, but then she simply rolled off, coming to rest on her back and gasping in huge and laboured breaths as the announcer’s voice piped in through the PA.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by way of knockout…AND STILL the FAWN Lightweight Champion…ZOE SCOTT!”
The sound of her own name apparently had a revitalising effect on the Oil Baroness, giving a quick adjustment to keep those domineering gurls back inside the red silk of her bra and then scrambling gingerly to her feet. She placed one foot right on Mercy’s lightly rising chest and turned to Craig Long with anger in her eyes. “Where is my title!” she asked him, one hand held out. The referee was quick to comply, Scott snatching it out of his grip and lifting it up high above her head so the Gladiatrix photographers could get plenty of angles on her victory pose. The last sound before the broadcast cut back to the main arena was the Diva tapping her title and snarling “MINE!”
Simply put, the entire apartment area was dripping in bling. Gold and crystals were everywhere; adorning the furniture, inlaid around the cornicing and patterned into the wallpaper. One wall was consumed entirely by an enormous California King bed, with four golden posts and a glittery canopy, while a broad golden chandelier covered the majority of the ceiling.
The overall effect looked a little like an explosion in a glitter factory, which might have been why the match referee Craig Long was looking somewhat more sheepish than usual.
One of the room’s other new features was quickly revealed, speakers in each of corners relaying the voice of the announcer from the main arena downstairs. “Ladies and gentlemen!” they blared, “the following contest will be fought under Apartment House rules and is for the Lightweight Championship. Introducing first the challenger…she hails from Cedar Hill, Ohio, standing at five feet and four inches and weighing in tonight at one hundred and twenty five pounds…the Assassin, the Heartless Wonder…MERCY ELLIS!”
A door in one wall opened, Mercy stepping through and giving a brief acknowledging glance at the camera. But the camera lingered considerably longer on her, her ever-present and relatively conservative black ring togs replaced with a simple but stunning black bra and panty set which made the Heartless Wonder seem considerably more wonderful. For her first experience of this particular environment and ruleset some might have expected Ellis to lack her usual confidence. But this clearly wasn’t the case, the blonde looking relaxed and all the more dangerous now that even more of that lethal body was revealed.
MERCY ELLIS
After a few moments the announcer’s voice could be heard again. “And her opponent, hailing from Dubai in the Emirate of Dubai, she stands at five feet and four inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and eighteen pounds…she is known as the Diva, the Best Thing that Ever Happened to FAWN, and she is the Current FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION…ZOE SCOTT!”
Tradition and simple rationality dictated that Apartment House combatants were introduced as they would be in polite society rather than with the fanfare of an arena entrance. But Zoe Scott was a woman of exacting standards, which was why instead of simply making her entrance she had arranged for her more ‘intimate’ entrance music to be played through the speakers. Sure enough Childish Gambino’s softened cover of the usual Kanye West banger filtered out into the room.
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Allowing herself a few seconds longer to build the tension, Scott sashayed out of her dressing room and spread her arms wide. Even the most ardent of her haters would have had to concede that the Diva looked sensational, clad in a red silk bustier and matching panties with white filigree’d stockings sheathing her legs. But the most striking thing was the heavy leather and gold strapped around her waist. After another dramatic pause Scott reached back, unclasping the Lightweight Title and holding it up high in one hand before turning to Long.
ZOE SCOTT
“Keep this safe, Carl,” she told the referee. “In fact, just go and put it in my dressing room until I ask to have it back.” Dismissing the man with a snap of her fingers the Oil Baroness turned and spread her arms again, apparently inviting Mercy to take in the majesty of the room. “You’ve been granted a rare privilege to even come to this suite I designed, “she snarled, “I know you’ve had too many head traumas to think clearly, but at least try to be grateful.”
“I’ll be grateful once don’t have to hear that screechy voice any more.” Mercy stepped forwards, body dropping fluidly into a loose striking stance familiar to almost any fan of female fighting over the last ten years. But not apparently to Zoe Scott, who waltzed forwards without any attempt at disguise and swung her arm out wide for an open handed slap which the Assassin bobbed underneath with consummate ease. Her counter was a short, brutal jab which slammed into Scott’s cheekbone and sent her back with a few hurried steps.
Under usual circumstances Mercy would have pursued, but Craig Long had stepped forwards. “Apartment rules miss,” he reminded, “that means absolutely no closed fists.” The veteran held up one placating hand but her eyes never left Zoe’s “Can you blame me?” she asked the referee, “Just look at that face and tell me you don’t want to punch itTTTOO SLOW FATASS!”
Always ready to take advantage of any distraction from her opponent, the Diva lunged forwards again and received nothing for her efforts but a pair of short, stiff kicks which thumped into her left thigh. A hiss of annoyance escaped her lips as she turned again to face the Heartless Wonder. “What the hell are you doing?” she demanded angrily, “this isn’t fight night at the strip bar, it’s the Executive Suite. Stop running away and fight me like a real womANNNGH!”
This time it was Mercy’s turn to come forwards, and it was a lot more successful. An Elbow Smash slammed into the plentiful expanse of Scott’s chest closely followed by an expertly placed kneelift which thwapped into the tanned skin over her kidney. The blonde danced off to one side again, clearly toying with her prey.
“Was that real enough for you?” Mercy swayed away from another attempted swipe and pumped a third pinpoint kick into Scott’s thigh. “It doesn’t matter whether it’s an octagon, a ring, or whatever gaudy hellhole you’ve ‘designed’ in here. A kick is still a kick, a punch is still a punch, I’m still the most dangerous woman in the world, and your leg is already looking bruised. So bring whatever catty shyt you want, I’m still going to smack you down and walk out with that titlGNNH BYTCH!”
Apparently even Zoe had now accepted that she wasn’t going to win a striking war with the Assassin. Instead she took advantage of the conditions, circling slightly before rushing in again. The effect f this was to leave Ellis with a low table behind her, hampering her avoidance efforts and instead banging into the back of her knees. Unused to having objects in her way, the blonde was barrelled backwards, thumping down hard on the flat surface and then sliding off onto her back.
Scott clearly wasn’t willing to let her get back to her feet, stepping up on the table and dropping off the other side so that her knees were driven into Ellis’ grounded stomach. The Ohio girl was crushed into the carpet, Zoe sliding to a mount over her and reaching down to grab a big handful of blonde tresses. With her grip secured she swung her other hand out and back, finally managing to land a meaty SLAP onto the Heartless Wonder’s jaw.
“Maybe you used to be the most dangerous woman,” she hissed. “I’m here now. I’m the most dangerous, I’m the best, and I’m the champion. All you are is a smear of blonde on the carpet waiting to be slapped.” True to her word the Diva swung again, but this one was considerably less successful, Mercy snatching her arm out of the air and using it as a lever to unbalance her all in one fluid movement. By the time Scott had rediscovered her equilibrium the roles had been reversed, Ellis’ textbook sweep leaving her in a high kneel over the prone brunette.
Actions having made a point about her superiority in a way that words never could, the Assassin set about the task of pounding the surprised Dubai girl into the carpet. One hand reached down to grasp at Scott’s jawline while the other lifted up and swung down, delivering a sharp and perfectly targeted elbow smash into that honey-tanned jaw. Zoe grunted, her hands flying up to protect her face, but she could do little more than cover up as Mercy pulled back and pistoned her elbow down another two, three, four, five times until…
“YEEEEEOWWWW!” It might not have been as technically elegant as Ellis’ counter, but the Oil Baroness showed a far more vicious way out of the predicament, simply shifting her head a little and biting down hard on those restraining fingers. The blonde let out an involuntary yelp and yanked her hand back, examining those fingers for any trace of blood. And she was still in the midst of doing that when Scott crunched up, reclaimed her hair hold, and used it to yank the Assassin’s face down into an Elbow Smash of her own.
Refusing to relinquish that handful of hair even as Mercy rocked backwards, the Diva used it to wriggle her way out from underneath and lift her legs up, thighs ‘SMECK’ing tight around Ellis’ trim waist. The Heartless wonder reared back again, trying to get upright to dig her elbows into the scissor, but Scott still had a grasp on those dirty blonde locks and used it to roll them both onto one side, keeping Ellis mired in place as she tightened up on her clamp.
Zoe might not have been as famous for her scissors as some of FAWN’s standouts, but the power in those caramel thighs was more than enough to keep Ellis firmly on the defensive, trying to squirm her body around while both elbows jammed down in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure. But worse was to come when Scott brought her free hand into play again, this time reaching out towards the trapped Assassin’s black bra. Squeezing her expertly manicured nails down into the sensitive flesh was enough to get Ellis to grit her teeth, and a further pinch down and hard twist on the nipple earned a small and somewhat shocked gasp of pain from the blonde.
“What’s the matter, tough girl?” the Diva snickered, “Have you finally realised just how far out of your depth you are? Give up whenever you’re ready, you aren’t going anywhere.” For once Scott’s arrogance didn’t seem misplaced, Mercy caught between trying to escape both the scissors and claw and ending up not really having much impact on either. Keen to show that things could still get even worse, Zoe released that grip on the squirming blonde’s top and let her hand drift considerably further south.
It never reached it’s destination though, Ellis grabbing that wandering hand with both of her own and folding it tight at the wrist. The Wristlock immediately caused Zoe to let out a shriek, tugging at the trapped limb and abandoning her scissors to kick her way free and roll away. She ended on her knees, massaging at that wrist and giving Mercy a look of fury as the Assassin climbed back to her feet. “It’s just that easy,” she said quietly.
Apparently Zoe didn’t agree. She rose from her crouch like a linebacker and charged forwards at the Heartless Wonder, head down. The short distance gave Mercy very little time to get another one of those vicious kicks away, but her response was perhaps even better, bracing herself and leaning down to haul up around the charging Dubai girl’s tummy. That bullrush was transformed into a quick but very effective Gutwrench Suplex, Ellis tossing her burden up and backwards at breakneck pace.
In a wrestling ring the move would have resulted in a painful back-first collusion with the canvas. But here in the executive suite Scott had a much more comfortable landing, bouncing down on the bed which stretched along one wall. But any relief she might have felt was quickly replaced with dread as Mercy spun around, grabbed one arm again and twisted it around into a nasty grounded Kimura before the Diva could even untangle herself from the beadspread!
Clambering up alongside her prey, Mercy swung a leg over the squirming socialite to end up kneeling over the base of her spine. Still working the Kimura with one hand she reached out with the other, taking a big handful of brunette locks and using them to shove Scott’s face down into the bedcovers as hard as she could. The thrashing increased considerably, but with her arm twisted up her back Zoe had nowhere to go and no way to avoid hearing what the Assassin had to say.
“Have you finally realised that all this catty shyt is only going to piss me off?” Zoe’s roared response was lost in the bedspread bedsheets, Ellis giving another vicious tug on that twisted limb while keeping the Diva’s face shoved down. “Give it up, moron, or I will rip your arm off.” Another yank brought a muffled screech, enough to bring Craig Long up close so he could ask “do you need me to stop this Zoe? Tell me something. The initial response to the question was lost in the bedsheets, but after a few seconds Mercy finally deigned to allow her victim an unobstructed airway by yanking her head roughly backwards.
“GET THE FARK OFFA MEEEEMMMMPH!” Shaking her head theatrically, Mercy shoved back down again, scrubbing the Oil Baroness’ face into the mattress. “Are you at least enough of a fighter to know the phrase ‘tap or snap’?” she asked rhetorically, “I ask because you’re about fifteen seconds away from ligament damage. You’ll be wearing a cast for months unless you tap. The hell. OuOWWW!”
Silk sheets and feather mattresses might have been more comfortable on the Assassin’s knees, but that also meant that her base was considerably less stable than it would have been on a hard floor, a fact with Scott knew very well. And once again she took advantage expertly, managing to find enough purchase to lunge herself forwards and sideways over one side of the bed. The result was to yank Mercy forward suddenly, robbed of her usual stability by the soft surface and topping forwards into an ugly crash landing over the edge.
Ideally Zoe would have liked to just lie in the soft confines and massage at the fire Mercy had lit in her shoulder, but the desire to take revenge proved to be even stronger. Slipping off the side of the California King, Scott swung one leg back and slammed a short and nasty kick square into the rising blonde’s jaw. She might not have possessed that octagon-honed technique but there was no lack of viciousness, especially when two more swings followed to leave Ellis seeing stars.
“Don’t you dare even talk about injuries!” she hissed. “I’m the face of this company, you’re just the face of post concussion syndrome. Without me this place would barely turn a profit.” Ellis was given no chance of interrupting this rant, Zoe using a big handful of black panties to haul the Heartless Wonder up to standing and then ramming her head into the nearby bed post. Blinking away the stars in her vision, Mercy got her hands up to defend against a repeat impact and instead found the point of attack moving considerably further south, Scott yanking up on an enormous wedgie which she used to toss the Ohio girl back up onto the bed before climbing up after her.
Keeping one fist full of those abused panties, Scott wriggled her way round until Mercy’s head was face down between the fork of her legs. The Assassin pushed up, trying to shove her way free, but the champion wouldn’t let her, grabbing her hair again and yanking down while once more clamping her legs shut, this time around Ohio noggin! Trap almost completed, Zoe leaned forwards with both hands and reclaimed a grip on the back of those black panties leaning backwards and straining with all of her might to cut Ellis in two!
For a few seconds there was no sound except the grunt of effort coming from the Oil Baroness as she hauled on the horrendous wedgie, but the quiet was quickly shattered. “GIVE UP!” Scott roared, “You’re out of your depth and I’m barely getting started. So tell everyone I’m the best and maybe you’ll be able to walk out of here!”
Mercy was also bellowing, but it certainly wasn’t any such admission; the Heartless Wonder waggling a finger madly at Craig Long’s question about surrender even as her treacherous togs cut into her center. Her feet scrabbled, trying to alleviate the pressure but unable to find purchase on the silky counterpane, while her hands reached desperately for a handhold. She quickly found one in the Oil Baronesses tightly locked legs, reaching around to find the pit of both knees and working her fingers into the thin stockings covering them, shredding the lace to eat to the flesh beneath.
“What are you doing?” Scott screeched, “that’s handmade French lace, the stockings are worth more than...alright loser, I’m taking payment in your screams.” Redoubling her efforts, leaning backwards and using all her strength to lift the hurting Assassin even higher with that vile handhold. Mercy was forced to abandon her claw in a frantic attempt to find something, anything, which could lessen the pressure on her nethers.
Something had to give, and for a few looooong seconds it looked like it might be Ellis’ togs, a series of increasingly alarming rip noises coming from those overstrained panties. But before that could happen the blonde took matters into her own increasingly frantic hands, placing both hands flat on the bed and desperately pushing forwards with what little leverage she possessed. The result was a sort of messy forward roll, popping her head free of Scott’s legs and cannonballing forwards to squash the brunette flat. Mercy came to rest with her butt placed firmly on Zoe’s well-cushioned chest, her knees framing that shocked face.
CRACCKK! Not a second of hesitation from the heartless Wonder, swinging down a brutally stiff slap which lit up the socialite’s cheek. “Do you seriously think you’re the first person who’s tried to work my trunks?” Mercy seemed more incredulous than offended, but her second SLAP might have had even more venom than the first. The champ’s head was smashed to one side but spun back straight away, her eyes blazing fury.
“I’m sure I’m not the first, but I’m the BEST! Now get your saggy ass off me beforEEEOW!” A third slap whipcracked into her jaw, spinning her head to one side again. “What’s the matter moron?” Mercy asked, “have you finally run out of shytty little tricks? Because from where I’m sitting you don’t look like you’re going anyweORGH GET THE FARK OFF!”
Mercy Ellis wasn’t a woman who could be fooled twice and she had quickly learned her lesson and spread her stance to avoid the slippery Oil Baroness repeating her earlier evasion trick. But with her legs spread wider than usual and her bottoms already disappearing, Scott only had to give a few yanks at the panties to earn a reaction. Her ploy seemed to be working right up until the point when Ellis Leaned forwards and swing a looping Elbow Smash down square into Zoe’s face, a second and even a third swing enough to convince the Diva to abandon her wedgie and try futilely to protect her noggin.
Never one to be deterred when she was in a winning position, Mercy simply switched targets, jabbing elbows down into arms, chest and neck with impunity. But after one particularly spicy Elbow Strike crunched into the Dubai girl’s collar bone with a sound like wet cement falling on concrete. Scott let out a groan of pain and reached up, one hand blindly groping for some way out of the punishment. Initially finding nothing but air, the Diva let out a shout of triumph when she managed to grab a handful of blonde tresses, immediately yanking sideways and downwards as hard as she could.
Desperate though her tactic was, Scott had enough leverage to make the Assasin lurch forwards, reaching down to grab a hair hold of her own in an attempt to steady herself. But once again those silky bedsheets came into play, the entangled pair rolling over and dropping off the side of the bed along with half of the coverings. By chance it was Ellis who took the brunt of the impact, thumping into the plush carpet spine-first with the Oil Baroness smeared on top of her. And as usual Zoe was extremely happy to take advantage of her own luck, sliding forwards and burying Mercy’s surprised face in the pillowy embrace of her overspilling cleavage!
“My assistant told me you and some other has-been had a feud because you were so scared of her tits.” Scott gave her shoulders a little shake and then pressed down, keeping the Heartless Wonder firmly ensconced in sweaty darkness. “If some saggy old nobody gets you that worried then you should probably start running right now, cos I’ve got the best boobs in FAWN and I will knock you the hell out.” It was immediately clear that the brunette could back up her boastful tone, but Ellis was far from ready to go out and proved it by slamming an unorthodox but effective knee up between the Diva’s legs! Zoe let out a gasp of hurt and rolled hastily off to one side, kicking her legs to disentangle the bedspread and give herself a little distance.
Both woman seemed ready for some space, Mercy final able to adjust her waistband back to a more comfortable position while Scott massaged at her core and glared daggers. A few seconds more and the pair had both made it back to vertical, but still there was no rush to engage, Ellis circling off to one side with the Diva’s eyes still burning a hole in her.
“Last time I was here we were upstairs, a little place called the Spider’s Nest.” Mercy kept her gaze focused and her pace slow, stalking around the stationary champion. “That wasn’t just some rich kid of Instagram’s nightmare like this place, it was the real deal. We beat the shyt out of each other with chains. Noting catty, nothing covered in fake gold, just real fighting.”
Zoe shook her head. “You must be trying to bore me into submission, because no-one wants to hear storytime with a head trauma victim. Get over here and take your beating, I’ve got a victory party to attend.” She feinted forwards and got absolutely no reaction from the predatory blonde, Mercy just continuing to move around until she was in perfect position. “The point I’m trying to make is that you don’t get to be as good as I am without being able to adapt to your surroundings. Like this.”
Springing forwards even before the last word had left her lips, Mercy wrapped her arms around the surprised Diva and drove her backwards, Scott’s back thumping into the wall with spine-juddering force. The champ grunted in pain and pressed back off the wallpaper, ready to THUMP! One Ohio knee pistoned upwards, burying deep into the honey-tanned expanse of Zoe’s tummy and doubling her forwards. With her head in perfect position, the Heartless Wonder wrapped it up tight and moved to one side, slamming two more ramrod Knee Strikes up into that heavy-hanging, red silk clad décolletage!
Zoe groaned and lurched to one side, trying to get away from the punishment and clunking into the wall alongside her. She had a split second to realise that she had been expertly backed into a corner and then had her clock cleaned by another Kneelift, this one slamming into her forehead and straightening her up with stars in her eyes. In fact the Diva looked like she might have just slumped to the carpet if it wasn’t for the restraining hands of Mercy Ellis, shoving her up against the wall and heeling her there with one forearm pressed across her throat!
Setting her feet, the MMA standout pulled her free arm back and DRILLED a brutally stiff elbow into Scott’s right boob. A wail escaped the diva's lips, but that wasn’t nearly enough for Mercy, swinging again in a concerted effort to flatten the flesh completely. Four more quick and vicious strikes followed, the champs chest pounded brutally under that red silk as the Assassin simply unleashed on those vaunted juggs. When Zoe had finally managed to cover up the Ohio girl stepped forwards to look right in her face.
“I’m not going to make any threats.” Mercy swung another elbow, this one smashing into Scott’s temple. “I’m just going to get those stupid balloon tits so bruised and battered that you never even think about putting them in my face again. And then I’m going to knock you out.” The tone was chillingly matter-of-fact, but another crushing elbow had Scott’s already jellified knees all but ready to give out.
However wobbly the Diva’s legs were feeling she still clearly had some instinct to fight back, hence the white-stockinged foot which swung up in response to Mercy’s taunt. It would have split the Ohioan’s wickets if Ellis hadn’t raised a leg at the last second to block with her thigh. “Not good enough”, she muttered, “get ready to add 'former' to that stupid introduction of yours.” Before Scott’s hurting brain could process any other counter measures the Heartless Wonder THUMPED another knee up, smacking into tanned Dubai stomach with a noise like hitting a bag of wet cement and crushing the brunettes abdomen into the unforgiving wallpaper.
Now there was nothing to stop the Oil Baroness going down, Zoe making a sickening gasp and slumping forwards. She came to rest on her knees, hands cradling her eviscerated tummy, looking up dazedly at the Assassin standing over her. One hand weakly came up, more in pleading than any sort of protection, but this was quickly stepped aside as Mercy pushed forwards ready to end the Diva’s night. One leg went back and then started to wing ominously forwards, knee bent and aimed squarely at “GUUUURK!”
Mercy’s plans all suddenly vanished in a blaze of pain as Scott lurched forwards, used that waving hand to grasp at the Assassin’s black panties, and delivered an ugly but very stiff looking headbutt right into the middle of her togs! The blonde was thumped backwards by a new and vomit-inducing pain, only to get stung again as Zoe fired a big swinging uppercut right between her thighs and crunching into her center. Ellis tilted forwards just as the Diva had done, ending up on her knees a few feet away from the exhausted but somewhat vindicated- looking brunette.
Both women slumped to their sides, Zoe gasping huge breaths and trying to blink away the fog in her brain and the pain in her chest and tummy while Mercy was preoccupied with soothing the raging fire in her groin. The blonde looked to be easily winning the race to recovery, snapping her bottoms back into place and turning with full-blown murder in her eyes. Eyes which were suddenly shut again, Scott flinging out a desperate, vicious claw and scratching right across the Ohian’s peepers.
Spinning away in a swirl of blonde, Ellis took a few seconds to rub her eyes clear before turning back. But those seconds proved precious for Zoe Scott, the Diva hurriedly tugging at one foot to pull off the remains of her torn stocking. She was left with a foot or so of material which she pulled tight between both hands. Mercy turned back round straight into the brunette’s improvised garrotte, Scott looping the taut hosiery around the Assassin’s throat and twisting hard.
Having watched the last minute or so of violence with increasing concern, Craig Long waited as long as he could before stepping in to protect the safety of his charges. Moving forwards with his hands raised placatingly, He quietly said “Zoe, you know the rules and I’m not going to let you kill her. What are you planning to do?” The look he received in turn could have curdled milk, Scott’s eyes flashing pure fury at him even as she fought to sink in her stranglehold.
“I’m planning to do whatever the hell I want!” she snarled, “and there’s nothing you, this loser or anyone else can do to stop me. Get out of the way!”
Uncomprehending of this exchange, Mercy was too busy trying to work her fingers into the noose wrapped around her throat. Scott’s distraction allowed her to slip one index finger into the stranglehold, but any sense of triumph died when the Diva shifted the focus of her attack, using her garrotte like a dog leash to drag the blonde up to her feet. Ellis had no chance of fighting the leverage, the champion leading her along for a couple of running steps and then hurling herself forwards over the low table. She splashed down into the carpet in a bruising bum-first impact and let out a grunt of pain.
But her landing was considerably better then Mercy’s. Dragged by her throat, the Assassin suffered a bulldog-come-neckbreaker made infinitely more devastating by splashing down square on the gold-inlaid wood of the table. Her head whiplashed over the edge, body following in an ugly, boneless backwards roll which dumped her onto the carpet. And Scott’s garrotte was still in place, the diva shuffling around to retighten that hateful noose.
Again Craig Long had to step forwards to protect his charges, tapping lightly on Scott’s shoulder. The diva was very preoccupied trying to keep the bucking and writhing blonde under control, but she spared enough breath to pant “Don’t you dare touch me!” in his direction. The referee clearly did dare, his tapping becoming more insistent. “I’ve already told you I can’t let you strangle her miss,” he insisted, “find another way to finifh her…um, ok, great.
He was unable to hide the surprise in his voice when Scott almost almost immediately complied with his instruction, although she gave the repurposed hosiery one last constriction before yanking it away. “Don’t flatter yourself, idiot, I’m not doing this because of you” the Oil Baroness hissed. “Little miss concussion syndrome went after my tits, so now she’s going to tap the hell out to them.” True to her word the vengeful brunette gave a tug at her own top and then slid her body forwards and down, enveloping the oxygen-starved Ohian in sweaty cleavage for the second time in the contest!
Mercy’s bucking became even more frantic, the blonde letting out a hoarse roar which was lost in flesh and fighting to turn her head away. Those efforts were stymied when Scott wrapped one arm tight around the back of her skull, keeping her pressed forwards. But her other hand was free to wonder, sliding down the sweat-slicked assassin’s body and tearing at the black lace of her top before reaching down to dig talons into the sensitive skin beneath. Ellis lost more valuable oxygen on a new scream, lost in the pillowy depths of Zoe’s décolletage.
“Give it up loser!” Zoe’s voice was hoarse and broken after the abuse her body had taken, all her energy poured into this final attempt to snuff out Mercy’s light. But still there were no signs of quit in the Heartless Wonder, Mercy bucking, slapping and clawing at whatever she could find. But she seemed to be fighting a losing battle, especially when Scott slipped her own legs back to crapevine around the blonde’s, effectively neutralising the best leverage she had.
“Submit!” Scott demanded. In response Ellis briefly let up clawing with her hand to raise one tired middle finger, a gesture which managed to stay there as her other movements slowed, that finely tuned body having finally lost all its oxygen in the smothering furnace of Scott’s cleavage. Long knelt down, raising one hand and letting it drop. Tradition might have called for two more attempts, but the referee had been doing this for a long time and knew a jugged-out victim when he saw one. Instead he glanced at the camera then made a gesture , receiving in response the sound of a bell from the speakers.
That chime was apparently enough for the champion too. Scott might have been known for keeping a smother locked in long after she needed to, but it seemed that tonight’s contest had all but exhausted the champion. She still managed to give a little forget-me-not shimmy of her shoulders, Mercy’s uncomprehending features treated to a light slapping from her bust, but then she simply rolled off, coming to rest on her back and gasping in huge and laboured breaths as the announcer’s voice piped in through the PA.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by way of knockout…AND STILL the FAWN Lightweight Champion…ZOE SCOTT!”
The sound of her own name apparently had a revitalising effect on the Oil Baroness, giving a quick adjustment to keep those domineering gurls back inside the red silk of her bra and then scrambling gingerly to her feet. She placed one foot right on Mercy’s lightly rising chest and turned to Craig Long with anger in her eyes. “Where is my title!” she asked him, one hand held out. The referee was quick to comply, Scott snatching it out of his grip and lifting it up high above her head so the Gladiatrix photographers could get plenty of angles on her victory pose. The last sound before the broadcast cut back to the main arena was the Diva tapping her title and snarling “MINE!”