Post by hawkeye on Aug 15, 2019 2:01:22 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Luisa Campos, she hails from San Juan, Puerto Rico, stands at five feet seven inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. She is Diamond Strong, this is MARISOL AYALA!”
LUISA CAMPOS:
MARISOL AYALA:
The curtains burst open as Diamonds & Pearls hit the stage, the latter leading the former with Luisa playing hype-man for her powerhouse partner. It was easy work truth be told, not that it stopped Campos from explaining just what Ayala was going to do to a certain overrated former World Champion. As for Marisol, she let Luisa and her togs do all the talking. For her first singles pay-per-view appearance the statuesque brunette wore a black velvet fightin’ two piece, the bottoms high-waisted, the bikini top for the moment at least partially obscured by her unzipped, diamond studded black leather jacket—though Marisol’s impressive cleavage was in no way disguised. Around the Puerto Rican beauty’s neck was a narrow black choker, with white pads and boots completing the look.
Heading down the aisle with nothing more than a single raised middle finger for the crowd, Marisol let Luisa play vanguard all the way to the edge of the ring, whereupon she slipped around her partner and dove under the bottom rope to come up on one knee in the center of the squared circle. Shrugging the jacket from her shoulders as she rose to her full height, Ayala ignored the hard camera in favor of training her attention on the stage. “Get your ass moving, wash-out.” she demanded loudly enough to raise some ‘oooooooohs’ from the FAWNatics. “It’s time I put you out of your misery.”
The Announcer obliged Marisol’s demands no more than five seconds later. “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 Magnificent Moll, the Pinstripe Powerhouse, a most Dangerous Dame indeed… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
MACHINE GUN BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uf3FOEL3KjE
VERONICA TREYMANE:
The view washed to noir-ish black and white in an instant, but the sound remained quite 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. Dark eyes locked on the stage, Treymane murmured, “You been knockin’ on my door real loud, Daisy. Hope you’re ready once it swings open.” Announcing her presence as only she could, Treymane leveled the Thompson at 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.
For tonight‘s scuffle with the mug who‘d tried to drop her Punk Card after Summer Swelter, the Destroyer-class blonde sported the midnight blue & white version of her boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, as did her pads and wrist-tape. Her boots remained matte black, as per usual. Making her way up the steps with her Thompson angled over one shoulder, ‘Ronnie doffed her Fedora and set it on the ring-post before setting the Thompson down to shrug out of her coat.
She’d just handed both over to referee Craig Long when Marisol stomped over and CRAAACKED her blonde across the mouth with a heavy Bytch Slap! “Can the dress-up, shyt-bag!” Marisol demanded. “I’m through waiting for youNNNGGGHH!”
Eyes alight, teeth bared, ‘Ronnie turned Diamonds’ head with a backhanded slap of her own and would’ve caught a handful of hair then and there if Long hadn’t bulled his way between them. “BACK OFF! BACK OFF, DAMMIT! TO YOUR CORNERS RIGHT NOW!”
Neither Ayala or Treymane looked too pleased at the order, but in the end they as bade for the sole purpose of getting the ref out of their way as quickly as possible. Sighing with relief, Craig handed Veronica’s accoutrements off to a FAWN tech, then checked the blonde’s pads and boots before throwing a signal to the Timekeeper.
Practically thrumming with energy after the brief, referee-interrupted skirmish, Marisol and Veronica burst from their corners when the bell sounded, brunette and blonde raising their hands for a rough Collar & Elbow Lock- “NNGGGHHH!”
Ayala pivoted and lashed out with her a heavy right hand that turned Treymane’s head to one side. “Just like you wanted, puta.” Marisol sneered as the former World Champion stumbled back with one hand pressed to her jaw. “No sneak attacks, no tricks, just a punch jammed straight through your overrated moutNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Dangerous Dame whipped around on one foot and came out the far side with her right arm stretched taut for Discus Clothesline that THWHAPPED across the brunette’s prodigious chest! Marisol hit the deck with ‘Ronnie landing atop her in a rough Crossbody, the big blonde quick to hook the far leg for…
ONE…
Ayala powered loose almost simultaneous with ‘ONE’, the San Juan native looking more angry than surprised by the early attempt. Snatching hold of Veronica’s hair as both wrestlers started to rise, Marisol thumped a Hip Check into her rival’s tummy, then reeled her into a Side Headlock and took great care to grrrrrrrrrrrind Treymane’s cheek against the point of her hip! “Think you’re gonna blow my doors off, sweetie? Huh? Think you’re going to embarrass me?” She ‘stomped’ in place, earning a pained grunt from the trapped battler. “Only one getting embarrassed tonight is you, bytch! FAWN moves fast and it’s already passed you bWHOOAAHNOYADONT!”
Rather than try to power her way out of the Headlock, Treymane cinched her arms around the brunette’s waist and hoisted her up for a Backdrop Suplex. Or at least that was the plan before Ayala bicycled her legs hard enough to return to the canvas. “TOO STRONG!” Marisol explained to those assembled even as she forced her blonde to walk in small, awkward circles. “Bytch can sling lead, but she can’t crack Diamonheerrrgghh!”
The Dangerous Dame bore down on the Waistlock again and muscled Marisol a good eight inches off the canvas! Understandably wary of a Suplex, Ayala kicked and squirmed but couldn’t prevent Treymane from walking them over to the ropes. Upon reaching her destination she set the brunette down and looped an arm over the second strand. She didn’t have to say anything, Craig Long was already hurrying over to enforce the break.
Fuming over the almost casual way Veronica had imposed her will, Marisol continued to gnash and grind on the Headlock until the ref reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Veronica straightened up at once and instead of clearing off she chested up, the Pinstripe Powerhouse forcing brazen eye contact as she mashed Marisol’s juggs against her sternum. After a heartbeat that passed like an hour, ‘Ronnie asked, “That all ya got you grubby little piker?” The words were barely out of her mouth when Ayala forced the blonde back on her heels with a two-handed shove.
Infuriated by the fearless display (Marisol did the chesting, she did NOT get chested upon) Diamonds pointed her left shoulder at Treymane, reached back like she was gonna pat her right shoulder, then CRACK-CRAAACKED her opponent across the tits with a pair of heavy Knife-Edge Chops! They got the requisite WOOO’s from those assembled but Marisol paid them no mind, she was focused on Veronica, who’d ceded a few big steps after the stiff shots. “THAT’S WHAT I BROUGHT, PUTA!” she bellowed. “WHAT’RE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT--”
The Magnificent Moll raised both hands high overhead, stepped in close and brought ‘em down palms-first atop the brunette’s unsuspecting décolletage! Marisol’s eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open as she turned away and skidded down the ropes, both arms X’ed over her chest in the aftermath of that vicious Chop.
CHICAGO THUNDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rk3w9sjmGZw
‘Ronnie didn’t let her get far before she stepped after Ayala and caught her in an answering Side Headlock. Feeling good for seemingly the first time since Summer Swelter, Treymane gave Ayala a taste of her own roughhousing medicine by forcing the Puerto Rican stunner’s face down against the top rope! “AAARRRRHH BYTCH!” Marisol hooked an arm over the top rope in an effort to anchor herself in place. “GET OFFA ME, I’M IN THE ROPEEEERRRRHHH!”
The Neo-Noir Knockout bore down on the back of Marisol’s bowed noggin and continued on her evening constitutional, just draaaaaaaaaaaagging the brunette’s protesting features along the rubber-coated steel. She didn’t do so uncontested of course, both Diamonds and Pearls as well as the official demanded she relinquish the grip, but Treymane was a veteran and she maintained a pace that allowed her to keep the Headlock cinched in until she reached the corner at ‘FOUR!’ “Get your ass in there, Daisy.” Treymane tossed her into the buckles, letting Ayala slump with her arms draped over the top rope.
“Duuuhhh… dirty bytch.” Marisol huffed, “You’re gonna wish you’d never started a rack war with NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Veronica put an end to the threats with a Knife-Edge Chop of her own, the blow landing hard enough to jostle the brunette’s bounty in their velvet-sheathed cups. “What I started?” Treymane huffed. “As I recall, I was in the locker room nursing a plywood hangover when you and your hench bytch decided to run your mouth, then jump me as soon as my back was turNEERRGGGHH!”
Marisol laced her hands around the back of the blonde’s neck and pulled her down into a quick Kneelift to the belly! Still holding the clasp, Ayala pushed off the buckles, spun in a half circle and tossed Treymane into the spot she’d so recently occupied. Just like that she pulled her hands away only to fill them with a greedy grip of the blonde’s tits! “Back isn’t turned now, is it puta?” Marisol sneered as she raked, squeezed and pulled on ‘Ronnie’s chest. “Just you and me face to face. Can’t wait to see the tears running down your cheekNGH!”
The Gorgeous Gangster made no effort to break the Claw, instead she palmed the brunette’s head in both hands and pulled her forward into a THUNKING Headbutt between the eyes! Marisol shuddered, then threw herself onto the blonde in a sloppy clinch to keep the other wrestler from escaping the buckles. Veronica struggled to free her arms from the Puerto Rican’s grasp so she could counter with her own Hug. “Take a knee if you need to, Daisy.” she grunted. “But don’t think it’s going to save you from kissing the canOOOOOOOOOHHH FAAAAAAHHHHH!”
Marisol spiked a Kneelift between her opponent’s thighs! ‘Ronnie’s legs turned to water and now she was the one leaning against her opponent for support. Ayala was happy to give it, at least for the time it took her to switch places with the knock-kneed blonde. Pressed in close, Diamonds squeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed the Dame’s ribs with a snug Bear Hug while simultaneously grinding her knee against those pinstriped togs. “You’re no gangster.” Marisol cooed in her opponent’s ear. “You’re soft… doughy… used up. I’m going to love crushing you against nnnnnnnggggggggghhhh!”
Veronica had to reach over the other woman’s arms so hers wasn’t as strong, but she still managed to secure a Bear Hug of her own. “Don’t feel too soft now, do I, Daisy?” the former World Champion grunted. “And neither will my boot when it’s pressed down on your untested titNNNGGGGHHH!”
Marisol pulled her foe out of the corner just to BWUNG her back against the buckles, once, twice, three times. The repeated impacts loosened Treymane’s grip considerably, so Ayala gave up her own coil to lay claim to the blonde’s left wrist. Drawing away in two big steps, she dropped her hips and sent ‘Ronnie hurtling across the ring with an Irish Whip. Marisol held back no more than a step or two, really no more than enough space to let her stamp the brakes if her opponent fired off a kick the instant she hit the buckles. She needn’t have worried though, Treymane made the trip with no resistance, save for a pained groan when she BWUUUNGED back-first into the thinly-sheathed steel. As for Diamonds, she didn’t follow straight down the blonde’s back-trail. Rather she looped wide right and skirted the ropes to Veronica’s left to build that much more momentum before she THWHACKED a thunderous right hand across her opponent’s jaw!
TEARDROP CUT RIGHT HAND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=US8gJFlb2Rs
Treymane’s head snapped back while the rest of her tumbled forward, the Dangerous Dame looking anything but as she hit the deck in face-first sprawl! Marisol was beside her in an instant, the powerful ingénue shoveling Treymane onto her back to collect both legs in a snug Back Press.
On the outside, Luisa Campos brazenly led the chorus of incredulous FAWNatics counting the…
ONE…
TWO…
Veronica kicked out, the stunned blonde tumbling onto her stomach with almost a full second to spare. Pearls railed about a slow count, Marisol however showed some veteran wherewithal by scraping Treymane off the canvas without so much as a word of protest. Already clamped down on the blonde’s wrist, Ayala whipped Veronica to the opposite corner and this time she followed her straight in, all the better to leap from a short distance and THWHUMP the former World Champion with huge tummy-on-tits Avalanche Splash!
Veronica jolted something fierce but didn’t go down, almost assuredly because Ayala kept close enough to grrrrrrrrrrrind her curves against the blonde’s faltering pair. “You stay right here, puta.” she planted a taunting kiss on Treymane’s forehead. “Stay here and think about who’s crushing your sorry ass.” Marisol pushed off (both hands on ’Ronnie’s rack of course) pulled a sharp about-face and sprinted for the opposite corner. This raised a cheer from those assembled, briefly causing the brunette to wonder if she needed to reassess her views on the FAWNat-- Diamonds swung around for the return trip and caught a glimpse of something flying her way and then she was buried beneath a blonde Avalanche, Veronica claiming quick, ruthless revenge as she crushed the curvaceous tyro with a Splash of her own!
Palming the back of Marisol’s noggin even before her feet returned to the mat, the Gorgeous Gangster stepped aside and slung the San Juan Siren through a low somersault that left her stretched out near the center of the ring. That must’ve been fine with Treymane because she was off like a shot, running the ropes to Ayala’s right and coming back with a huge head of steam that translated into a vertical leap straight from the Cosworth playbook. Curling in on herself at the apex thereof, ‘Ronnie stretched out flat and came down hard, every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds THWHAMMING atop Marisol’s jostling juggs.
The impact bounced Ayala onto her hip, so Treymane shoved her onto her back and went for the cover, hooking the far leg in one hand while grinding her forearm into the brunette’s chin with the other. Swooping in beside the action, Craig counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
Marisol pushed the blonde away and sat up, a defiant reminder that she wasn’t going to crumple even in the face of a former World Champion. “C’mon Mar!” Luisa shouted from her place outside. “Don’t let that tacky bytch push you around! Show her why we’re the baddest--hey! Let go of her, Treymane! I said let go, dammit!”
But Veronica, who’d snuggled in behind the penitent brunette to cinch a Bear Hug around her waist, did not. In fact she knotted her hands beneath Marisol’s breasts and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed all the harder while simultaneously gouging the point of her chin into the meat of Ayala’s left shoulder. Groaning as the Magnificent Moll poured on the power, Marisol scrabbled for ‘Ronnie’s wrists and got another rough shake for her troubles. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Daisy?” Veronica let the contempt drip directly from her lips to Marisol’s ear. “I thought you were diamond strong. In my book that means you work your way around and squeeze right back.” Treymane slid her hands up a little higher, then scrubbed them across the brunette’s hulking rack. “Or maybe your mouth is the toughest part of--”
“Kiss my ass.” Marisol grunted. “I don’t have anything to prove to UUUUGGGHHHH!”
More pressure from those strong blonde pipes, the muscles of Veronica’s shoulders and biceps shredding into shadowy relief while Ayala looked sullen and shook her head ‘no’ at the encroaching referee. “Know who says they don’t have anything to prove, Daisy?” the Pinstripe Powerhouse asked. “Failures. If that’s you, then by all means, squirm and squeal and reach for those ropes until--”
‘Ronnie fell silent as Marisol clamped down on her wrists. Unlike the brunette’s previous effort, this was far more adjustment than escape, Diamonds sloooooooowly but surely turning herself within the claustrophobic confines of Treymane’s grip. Not that Veronica made it easy for her, not in the slightest. She used her chin and knotted fists to the utmost, just gouging, scraping and otherwise worrying the rookie’s neck, shoulder and flank. Even so, Ayala eventually got turned ‘round belly to belly with her blonde and it was with a great deal of satisfaction that she ground her forehead against Veronica’s.
“You think I give a shyt about impressing you, puta? You’re just a stepping stone to the chicks that actually matter. Astrid White. Sue Burlingame. You know, bytches with gold around their waistEEERRRRRGGGGGHHH!”
Veronica squeezed hard enough to throw Marisol’s head back, the curvy brunette forced to yank on her own hair to spread the worst of the pain around. “That’s what this is about? Daisy, you can’t get gold around your waist with a partner helping out. What makes you think you’re good enough to win some by yourselMMMMRRRRGGGHHH!”
Ayala abandoned her hair, wrapped both arms around Treymane’s head and pulled her face-first into that waiting cleavage! Gripping her left bicep in her right hand for extra leverage, Marisol cupped the back of ‘Ronnie’s noggin and continued to press down, Diamonds putting all her strength into denying the blonde air. “So you don’t think I’m good enough, puta?” Ayala seethed at the top of Veronica’s struggling head. “Why don’t you inspect my tits a little while longer, I think you’ll change your minDOOOHHHHHFFFUUUUHHHHG!”
The Neo-Noir Knockout bore down harder than ever, pulled her head up and turned it to one side. Doing so left her cheek on the steaming slopes of Marisol’s décolletage, but it was still a vast improvement over the furnace of the Front Sleeper. “Tuuuhhh… too proud of that rack, Daisy.” Treymane huffed. “Gonna leave you tits up on the mat when this is all oveEEEERRRH! HAIR! HAIRMMMMMPPPPHHHH!”
Marisol buried her hands in Veronica’s hair, wrenched her head backward and yanked it this way and that before stuffing opposing face back into her cleavage! “YOU WON’T DO A GODDAMNED THING, PUTA!” Ayala screamed. “EXCEPT TAP THE F*CK OOOOOWWWWWWWW!”
More than willing to answer claw with tooth, Veronica sank her teeth into the brunette’s bounty and didn’t stop chewing until Marisol yanked her face clear. Palming the blonde’s head in both hands, Diamonds pressed her thumbs against Treymane’s eyelids and started to push! “Gonna put your lights out, puta.” she hissed. “You don’t deserve to see my shiWHOOAAANNNGGGHHH!”
Veronica dipped her knees and popped her hips, muscling Marisol off the mat only to pivot around and drop to her belly, thus smashing the brunette between herself and the canvas with a resounding Belly to Belly Suplex! Wide-eyed and gaping following the huge counter, Ayala could only groan when ‘Ronnie bundled up both legs and pointed the brunette’s rump at the rafters with a Back Press good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Marisol powered out and rolled onto her belly to prevent a second cover, but paid dearly when Treymane mounted her back and unleashed several heavy Forearm Smashes across opposing shoulders! “HEY, GET OFFA HER YOU BRAT!” Luisa demanded from her place on the outside. “REF, GET THAT BYTCH AWAY!”
Veronica paused, put one hand between Ayala’s shoulders and the other on the crown of her head. “You want me to stop, Daisy? Get in the ring and do it yourself.”
Pearls answered with a pair of raised middle fingers, so the Dangerous Dame made Marisol pay for the insolence with an equally unpleasant handful of hair. Scraping the stunned battler off the mat, Veronica switched over to a Muy Thai-style clasp that let her thum-thum-THUMP a trio of Kneelifts into Ayala’s belly. Marisol groaned, raised her arms to clinch, but ate the broadside of Treymane’s summer-tanned thigh for her troubles. “You’re counterfeit goods if every I saw ‘em.” Veronica muttered as she laid claim to Ayala’s right wrist. “Barely fool’s gold on a good day, certainly not diamonds.”
With that she stepped back, dropped her hips and slung the powerful ingénue at the ropNO! Marisol dug in at the end of her tether to send the former World Champion to the strands in her place. The Pinstripe Powerhouse made no complaint, indeed she sped up as she closed in, then twisted around and ‘twanged’ off the rubber-coated ste-- Back turned to the action so she could give the drooling FAWNatics a piece of her mind, Luisa casually hooked her right arm around Treymane’s ankle and gave it a tug!
Veronica stumbled, caught her balance and whipped around, staring daggers at Campos. “That was your worst and last bad idea, DaisNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Marisol smashed into her from behind, the infuriated brunette leading with a Kneelift that THWHUMPED the small of Treymane’s back. The ropes kept Treymane from tumbling to far, alas this was a rather thin silver lining attached to a particularly nasty thunderhead as Ayala immediately trapped her arms overhead in a Full Nelson. Pressed in snug to the blonde’s back, Diamonds leaaaaaned every bit of her weight against ‘Ronnie and hissed, “Call me fake one more time you gutless slut, I’ll make you scream yourself hoarse.”
Treymane wriggled, tried to stamp on Ayala’s foot and got her glutes kneed for the trouble. “Huuhhh… how ya gonna do that, Daisy?” she grunted. “Get Pearls to distract me for another cheap shoOOOOOOWWWW FAAAAAAAAHHHHHHK!”
Marisol pressed in even closer and began to drag her rival back and forth, Diamonds just grinding Treymane’s rack against the top rope! The Magnificent Moll twisted and pulled, but she couldn’t create any separation between her and the abrasive strand. “Those belong to me now.” Ayala cooed in Veronica’s ear. “But if you ask real nice I might just loan--”
“Suck an egg, little girl.” Treymane snapped. “This junior cheerleader shyt won’t get it done against NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Marisol halved the Nelson so she could deliver several tire iron-esque Forearm Smashes to the base of her foe’s neck! Once the Destroyer was appropriately discombobulated, Ayala pulled her back, then doubled her over and forced her upper body through the gap between top and middle rope.
“YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT! SHOW EVERYONE HOW USED UP SHE IS!” Luisa crowed as her partner tugged Veronica upright and drew her arms back over the top rope.
Marisol needed no additional prompting, she cupped a hand over ‘Ronnie’s chin to yank her head back, then raised her free arm overhead and held it there just long enough to get the crowd riled up. What followed was nothing more than a drubbing, pure and simple. Blatantly ignoring the official’s call for a rope break, Diamonds unleashed a furious cannonade of overhand Forearm Smashes, each round of heavy ordinance THWHACKING across the vulnerable expanse of her opponent’s cleavage. Count be damned, Ayala unleashed almost a full dozen shots before she disengaged and stomped after the retreating black & white. “WATCH THE QUICK COUNT, ASSHOLE! DON’T THINK I WON’T REPORT THAT SHYT TO THE FRONT OFFICE!”
Craig vehemently defended the speed of his count, he defended it so vehemently in fact that he didn’t notice Luisa hopping onto the apron directly in front of Veronica. Pearls didn’t bother with a taunt or a sneer, she merely sank her claws into Treymane’s bust and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed until the Dangerous Dame wailed in anguish! Or rather, she wailed in severely muffled anguish because Campos pulled one hand away from its wicked work and pressed it over Veronica’s mouth. Even so, the tone of the crowd grew angrier by the second, eventually forcing Luisa to drop back to the floor.
“Snuuuuhhhh…sneaky little bytch.” Treymane groaned. “You’re gonna be in trouble when I get my hands on AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH LEGGO OF ME YOU NASTY MMMRRRRPPPHHHH!” Marisol, who’d furthered Luisa’s progress with an dual pincer to ‘Ronnie’s nubs, brought one hand to the blonde’s face and mashed her cheeks together in a galling ‘fish-face’. “Call me Diamonds.” Ayala hissed. “Call me Diamonds, because I’m forever and your time is ovNNNGGGGGHH!”
The Gorgeous Gangster snapped her head back, smashing her attacker across the bridge of the nose! T’was a stern shot, plenty strong enough to set Marisol back on her heels, just not quite enough to jostle Treymane’s arms free of the top rope. Still, separation meant an opportunity and in a matter of seconds she’d pulled her right arm offa the rubber-coated “OOOOOOFFFFHHH!”
Ayala hit her stymied adversary with a high speed Avalanche Splash that would’ve sent ‘Ronnie hurtling into the guardrail if not for the presence of the ropes. Burying a hand in the blonde’s long hair, Marisol wrenched Treymane’s head back at a sharp angle and leaned in over, forcing Veronica to look up at her. “I don’t care how bad you are or how many titles you’ve won.” the rookie sneered. “I knew you couldn’t beat me from the first moment our eyes locked.” Veronica started to reply but Ayala THUMPED yet another Forearm Smash across her chest, thus pacifying the Magnificent Moll long enough to free her from the ropes. Treymane immediately reached for the strands that’d just imprisoned her in the hope of earning a break, unfortunately Marisol bent her backward and secured an Inverted Facelock which she then used to drag her prey away from any possible sanctuary. Catching hold of ‘Ronnie’s pinstripes with her free hand, Diamonds took a breath then dipped her knees and hoisted the veteran all the way to high noon, Treymane’s toes pointed to the rafters.
“Diamond strong, baby! Diamond strong!” Luisa clapped. “Show that silly puta what you can do!”
Ayala did just that, rocking back on her heels and laying out to THAWHAM Treymane down flat on her face, chest and belly courtesy of an Inverted Suplex!
INVERTED SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=flnIkh1iDAk
Veronica bounced and flopped onto her back, which prompted Campos to call for a cover. Marisol ignored her in favor of storming toward the nearest corner. Burgeoning Destroyer or not, the San Juan native showed deceptive quickness as she slipped between the ropes and headed all the way to the high rent district. Her ascent greeted by nothing but jeers from the capacity crowd, Marisol stood tall and raised both arms in a ‘V’, Diamonds just daring them to give her every bit of their hate. “Go ahead, boo all you want, idiots.” Ayala sneered. “Won’t do a damned thing to stop what happens next.”
Marisol leapt from her perch, the burgeoning Destroyer-class hard case vanishing into the lights just as she drew in on herself for a midair toe touch. Stretched out full length by the time she reappeared, Ayala came hurtling down on her prey, the brunette unloading with every ounce of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds TWHAMMING down upon… a recently vacated stretch of canvas! Diamonds bounced hard, landed curled up on one side, then forced herself to roll onto her stomach and struggle to one knee. For a moment she thought she heard boots thrumming the mat beside her, but the sound of her own heart was so loud she couldn’t be sure. Even so, Ayala didn’t want to be down any longer than absolutely necessary, so she swallowed the roiling in her midsection and powered to boot-leath--“OOOOOOFFFFFFFFHHHH!”
Coming off the strands with a full head of steam, ‘Ronnie Treymane dropped a shoulder and launched off her back foot to BURY a Spear in the brunette’s belly!
SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D06mNLVVY8E
No celebration from the former World Champion when she landed on her knees beside the starfished tyro, Veronica glued her down with a Crossbody and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Luisa was on the apron and halfway over the middle rope when Marisol twitched a shoulder into the air. Treymane saw the encroachment but rather than draw Castle’s attention to it she plunged her hands into the breathless battler’s dark hair and scraped her off the mat. A quick spin put Marisol between Treymane and her partner and allowed Veronica to fix Campos with a withering glare. “Last warning, Daisy.” she told the smaller brunette.
“Your warnings don’t mean sh--” Pearls fell silent when Treymane tagged her friend’s cheek with a quick Elbow Smash and a left-handed Bytch Slap. This was followed by a short, sharp kick to Ayala’s left thigh, the sting of it rocking Marisol in place while ‘Ronnie whipped ‘round and lashed out with her right arm to PWAAAK a strong Back Fist across Marisol’s other cheek! Marisol swayed in place, the San Juan native fighting to steady her footing before-- the Gorgeous Gangster whipped ‘round in a tight pirouette, flicked out her right arm and damned near caved in Ayala’s chest with the Discus Lariat she pasted across her sternum!
DRIVE BY NIGHT FLURRY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=C0c8wv7uHDY
Turned inside out by the strength of the Drive By Night Flurry, Marisol came out the other side on all fours and would’ve stayed there for quite some time if Veronica hadn’t hooked a vengeful double handful of hair and drawn her into a Standing Headscissors. Dark eyes locked on the fuming features of Luisa Campos, Treymane flattened one hand into a paddle and CRAAACKED Marisol’s glutes with a vicious Overhand Slap. “Do something about it.” she challenged Pearls. “Come on, Daisy. Show me how brave you are when--”
Ayala shifted in a way that heralded nothing less than a Back Body Drop, so Veronica put a stop to that with a Double Axehandle to the small of the back followed by a snug grip around Diamonds’ waist. Forced to inactivity by the scrutiny of the blonde and the senior official, Luisa could only hiss in disgust as Treymane spun Marisol into a seat on her shoulders, then dropped to one knee to THWHAM Diamonds down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a huge Powerbomb. Grip broken by the landing, ‘Ronnie slid forward and wedged her shoulders into the pits of Ayala’s knees to keep her folded in half with an impromptu Matchbook good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Marisol twisted onto her stomach with half a heartbeat to spare, the curvaceous Powerhouse out to prove to everyone that she was as tough as her nickname. “Nice try, sweetie!” Luisa taunted from outside. “Got anything else that won’t get the job done?”
“Fresh out, brat.” Veronica snapped right back. “All I’ve got is this thing that cuts Daisies and crushes fake diamonds with equal ease.” Luisa didn’t like the sound of that and her mood only grew darker when Treymane scraped her friend off the mat and butterflied both arms with a Double Underhook! “GET OUTTA THERE, MAR!” Luisa shouted even as she surreptitiously slipped a hand into her small, velvet clutch. “SHOW THAT BYTCH SHE CAN’T PUSH YOU, YEAH, THAT’S IT! ROPES, ROPES, REF!”
Marisol didn’t need Luisa’s warning to realize she was in trouble, that’s why she dropped to one knee as soon as Veronica locked her hands. Using her own not inconsiderable strength to dead-weight the surging blonde as best she could, Marisol remained rooted in place until an especially strong yank from ‘Ronnie drew her back to boot-leather. Treymane had leaned over her foe’s back in anticipation of Diamonds trying to plow forward, so she was caught off guard when the San Juan native backpedaled as hard and as fast as she could. Cursing out loud, the Magnificent Moll dug in her heels, but Marisol’s momentum was too strong and the brunette wrenched free of Treymane’s clutches to thump down on her butt with her back pressed against the strands.
Diamonds hooked one arm over the middle rope and pointed an accusing finger at the blonde with the other. “Get her back, Long! Get her washed-up ass back!”
Veronica allowed the official to walk her back several steps, though she never took her eyes off Marisol. “What’s the matter, Diamonds?” the last word dripped with contempt so venomous it might’ve burned holes in the canvas. “Not tough enough to defend yourself without the zebra’s help?”
Ayala clambered to one knee, though she made sure to keep an arm draped around the rubber-coated steel. “F*ck you, has-been! I just need a second to make sure the slime of your failure didn’t get all over--”
Treymane juked around the official and lunged straight at crouched brunette. Veronica’s fingers found Marisol’s hair the exact instant Ayala’s fingers caught her waistband. The subsequent tug favored the Puerto Rican as ‘Ronnie lost her balance and ‘twanged’ down throat-first across the middle rope!
“MY EYE!” Ayala clapped a hand over the right side of her face and scrambled away from the vulnerable blonde. “Bytch jabbed her thumb in my eye!”
Craig hurried over to check at once, as the front office had grown increasingly nervous about eye injuries after Lenore Lemarchand’s time on the shelf the previous winter. “Just hold still, Marisol.” He stepped in close and tried to pull her hand away with no notable success. The reason for this was clear enough to anyone not wearing the black & white stripes. Long’s back hadn’t been turned for more than two seconds when Luisa hopped into a seat on the apron and cinched an arm around the back of Treymane’s head! A Side Headlock with one’s throat snugged against the rubber-coated steel was far from comfortable, but it grew infinitely more unpleasant when you factored in the roll of quarters that Pearls introduced to ‘Ronnie’s skull by way of half a dozen sharp punches!
The last one sent Treymane tumbling away from the ropes, the big blonde’s defenses thoroughly scrambled as one hand massaged to her throat and the other tended to her throbbing forehead. Elsewhere, Marisol’s vision made a damned near miraculous recovery the moment she saw Treymane careen away from the ropes. Brushing the ref aside without so much as a word, Ayala stormed over, grabbed hold of her rival’s shoulder and spun her ‘round in a half circle. Veronica raised her hands for a clench only to cry out in surprise and pain when Marisol clamped down on her breasts! Instinctively reaching for the brunette’s wrists to break the clamp, Treymane abruptly found herself airborne as Diamonds muscled her skyward with nothing more than that tawdry jugg-grip! Pivoting around on her left heel as the blonde neared the apex, Marisol pushed ‘Ronnie down and simultaneously sat out, the terrible tyro putting every bit of her power into THAWHAMMING her prey to the thinly-sheathed plywood!
PUTA BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrrQQi7QCG8
Stretched out flat by the thunderous Puta Bomb, Veronica could only gape when Marisol matchbooked her legs over her head, then slid forward and sat down hard, Ayala pointing the former World Champion’s rump toward the rafters while pushing down on those upturned haunches with all the strength she could muster. Allowing the FAWNatics to express his surprise for him, Craig Long swooped in beside the cover and counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Marisol released her death-grip on the blonde’s heels but didn’t get to her feet, Diamonds choosing instead to celebrate her shocker of an upset with a bawdy double bicep flex that lasted the full length of the Announcer’s declaration. “Ladies and gentlemen your winner via pin-fall… MARISOL AYALA!”
She’d *just* rose from the carcass the Gorgeous Gangster when Luisa tackled her from behind with a hug, Pearls actually lifting her powerhouse partner off her feet for a moment. “Diamond strong, baby! Diamond strong!” Campos raised Marisol’s hand so Diamonds didn’t have to endure the zebra’s touch. “Thought she was so goddamned tough, look at her now!” Luisa sneered at the woozy blonde. “Just a washed-up relic! Couldn’t beat The Dream, sure as hell couldn’t beat us!”
Pearls took a threatening step toward Treymane, so Craig put a hand on her shoulder. “Enough of that, Luisa. You’re welcome to help Marisol celebrate, but leave Veronica aloWHOOAAAHHHNNGGGH!”
Diamonds caught the official by waistband and collar, then rushed him to and over the ropes with a toss worthy of the Royal Rumbrrr! Eyes glittering, Campos looked between ‘Ronnie and Marisol. “You mind if I teach this bytch to put a little respect on my name, Mar?”
Ayala swept an expansive hand toward her foe. “By all means.”
Luisa was on Treymane at once, the fireplug brunette burying her hands in ‘Ronnie’s hair to yank the taller woman back to a semblance of verticality. Tugging Treymane’s locks into a rough ponytail, Campos wrapped those appropriated tresses around Veronica’s throat, then spun ‘em both around so they were back to back with the blonde’s neck wrenched awkwardly over her right shoulder. “Oh what, don’t like it?” Luisa taunted the jeering FAWNatics with a sultry little hip roll. “Guess you won’t like this either!” Pearls kicked her feet forward and dropped to her tush, a short, brutal descent that nearly whiplashed Veronica’s noggin clean off her shoulders!
PEARL NECKLACE @ 00:54
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ouMJpU1GWDk
Facedown on the deck in the aftermath of the Pearl Necklace, ‘Ronnie made an effort to roll out of the ring, but Marisol planted a boot between her shoulders and pressed down, pinning her like a bug on a card. “You’re not going anywhere, Daisy.” she taunted. “This lesson in respect isn’t over yet!”
Dragging the blonde to her knees, Marisol dipped down, worked her head under Treymane’s left arm and wrapped one arm around her waist while the other slipped between her foe’s legs. From there she deadlifted the mauled Moll all the way to chest level, in something that looked like a Backdrop Suplex, but Treymane was stretched across the front of her attacker’s chest. Ayala didn’t bother to call out for Campos, she knew Pearls would be in position and sure enough, a glance toward the nearest corner confirmed Luisa perched in the high rent district. A nod passed between them, then Pearls was soaring through the aether for a Guillotine Leg Drop that met ‘Ronnie’s neck at the precise moment Marisol laid out to THAWHAM the helpless blonde to the deck!
BLACK VELVET:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GNI5zOi61G4
Stretched out in an insensate starfish by the power of Black Velvet, Veronica offered no resistance whatsoever when Marisol and Luisa got up and planted a foot on her chest and tummy respectively. “Get used to this, losers!” Campos shouted to the furious throng. “Diamonds & Pearls want gold and we’ll do whatever it takes to get it!”
“That includes destroying your precious heroines.” Marisol noted before grrrrrrrinding her sole against Veronica’s bust. “Don’t believe us? Ask this tacky bytch when she wakes up.”
LUISA CAMPOS:
MARISOL AYALA:
The curtains burst open as Diamonds & Pearls hit the stage, the latter leading the former with Luisa playing hype-man for her powerhouse partner. It was easy work truth be told, not that it stopped Campos from explaining just what Ayala was going to do to a certain overrated former World Champion. As for Marisol, she let Luisa and her togs do all the talking. For her first singles pay-per-view appearance the statuesque brunette wore a black velvet fightin’ two piece, the bottoms high-waisted, the bikini top for the moment at least partially obscured by her unzipped, diamond studded black leather jacket—though Marisol’s impressive cleavage was in no way disguised. Around the Puerto Rican beauty’s neck was a narrow black choker, with white pads and boots completing the look.
Heading down the aisle with nothing more than a single raised middle finger for the crowd, Marisol let Luisa play vanguard all the way to the edge of the ring, whereupon she slipped around her partner and dove under the bottom rope to come up on one knee in the center of the squared circle. Shrugging the jacket from her shoulders as she rose to her full height, Ayala ignored the hard camera in favor of training her attention on the stage. “Get your ass moving, wash-out.” she demanded loudly enough to raise some ‘oooooooohs’ from the FAWNatics. “It’s time I put you out of your misery.”
The Announcer obliged Marisol’s demands no more than five seconds later. “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 Magnificent Moll, the Pinstripe Powerhouse, a most Dangerous Dame indeed… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
MACHINE GUN BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uf3FOEL3KjE
VERONICA TREYMANE:
The view washed to noir-ish black and white in an instant, but the sound remained quite 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. Dark eyes locked on the stage, Treymane murmured, “You been knockin’ on my door real loud, Daisy. Hope you’re ready once it swings open.” Announcing her presence as only she could, Treymane leveled the Thompson at 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.
For tonight‘s scuffle with the mug who‘d tried to drop her Punk Card after Summer Swelter, the Destroyer-class blonde sported the midnight blue & white version of her boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, as did her pads and wrist-tape. Her boots remained matte black, as per usual. Making her way up the steps with her Thompson angled over one shoulder, ‘Ronnie doffed her Fedora and set it on the ring-post before setting the Thompson down to shrug out of her coat.
She’d just handed both over to referee Craig Long when Marisol stomped over and CRAAACKED her blonde across the mouth with a heavy Bytch Slap! “Can the dress-up, shyt-bag!” Marisol demanded. “I’m through waiting for youNNNGGGHH!”
Eyes alight, teeth bared, ‘Ronnie turned Diamonds’ head with a backhanded slap of her own and would’ve caught a handful of hair then and there if Long hadn’t bulled his way between them. “BACK OFF! BACK OFF, DAMMIT! TO YOUR CORNERS RIGHT NOW!”
Neither Ayala or Treymane looked too pleased at the order, but in the end they as bade for the sole purpose of getting the ref out of their way as quickly as possible. Sighing with relief, Craig handed Veronica’s accoutrements off to a FAWN tech, then checked the blonde’s pads and boots before throwing a signal to the Timekeeper.
Practically thrumming with energy after the brief, referee-interrupted skirmish, Marisol and Veronica burst from their corners when the bell sounded, brunette and blonde raising their hands for a rough Collar & Elbow Lock- “NNGGGHHH!”
Ayala pivoted and lashed out with her a heavy right hand that turned Treymane’s head to one side. “Just like you wanted, puta.” Marisol sneered as the former World Champion stumbled back with one hand pressed to her jaw. “No sneak attacks, no tricks, just a punch jammed straight through your overrated moutNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Dangerous Dame whipped around on one foot and came out the far side with her right arm stretched taut for Discus Clothesline that THWHAPPED across the brunette’s prodigious chest! Marisol hit the deck with ‘Ronnie landing atop her in a rough Crossbody, the big blonde quick to hook the far leg for…
ONE…
Ayala powered loose almost simultaneous with ‘ONE’, the San Juan native looking more angry than surprised by the early attempt. Snatching hold of Veronica’s hair as both wrestlers started to rise, Marisol thumped a Hip Check into her rival’s tummy, then reeled her into a Side Headlock and took great care to grrrrrrrrrrrind Treymane’s cheek against the point of her hip! “Think you’re gonna blow my doors off, sweetie? Huh? Think you’re going to embarrass me?” She ‘stomped’ in place, earning a pained grunt from the trapped battler. “Only one getting embarrassed tonight is you, bytch! FAWN moves fast and it’s already passed you bWHOOAAHNOYADONT!”
Rather than try to power her way out of the Headlock, Treymane cinched her arms around the brunette’s waist and hoisted her up for a Backdrop Suplex. Or at least that was the plan before Ayala bicycled her legs hard enough to return to the canvas. “TOO STRONG!” Marisol explained to those assembled even as she forced her blonde to walk in small, awkward circles. “Bytch can sling lead, but she can’t crack Diamonheerrrgghh!”
The Dangerous Dame bore down on the Waistlock again and muscled Marisol a good eight inches off the canvas! Understandably wary of a Suplex, Ayala kicked and squirmed but couldn’t prevent Treymane from walking them over to the ropes. Upon reaching her destination she set the brunette down and looped an arm over the second strand. She didn’t have to say anything, Craig Long was already hurrying over to enforce the break.
Fuming over the almost casual way Veronica had imposed her will, Marisol continued to gnash and grind on the Headlock until the ref reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Veronica straightened up at once and instead of clearing off she chested up, the Pinstripe Powerhouse forcing brazen eye contact as she mashed Marisol’s juggs against her sternum. After a heartbeat that passed like an hour, ‘Ronnie asked, “That all ya got you grubby little piker?” The words were barely out of her mouth when Ayala forced the blonde back on her heels with a two-handed shove.
Infuriated by the fearless display (Marisol did the chesting, she did NOT get chested upon) Diamonds pointed her left shoulder at Treymane, reached back like she was gonna pat her right shoulder, then CRACK-CRAAACKED her opponent across the tits with a pair of heavy Knife-Edge Chops! They got the requisite WOOO’s from those assembled but Marisol paid them no mind, she was focused on Veronica, who’d ceded a few big steps after the stiff shots. “THAT’S WHAT I BROUGHT, PUTA!” she bellowed. “WHAT’RE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT--”
The Magnificent Moll raised both hands high overhead, stepped in close and brought ‘em down palms-first atop the brunette’s unsuspecting décolletage! Marisol’s eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open as she turned away and skidded down the ropes, both arms X’ed over her chest in the aftermath of that vicious Chop.
CHICAGO THUNDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rk3w9sjmGZw
‘Ronnie didn’t let her get far before she stepped after Ayala and caught her in an answering Side Headlock. Feeling good for seemingly the first time since Summer Swelter, Treymane gave Ayala a taste of her own roughhousing medicine by forcing the Puerto Rican stunner’s face down against the top rope! “AAARRRRHH BYTCH!” Marisol hooked an arm over the top rope in an effort to anchor herself in place. “GET OFFA ME, I’M IN THE ROPEEEERRRRHHH!”
The Neo-Noir Knockout bore down on the back of Marisol’s bowed noggin and continued on her evening constitutional, just draaaaaaaaaaaagging the brunette’s protesting features along the rubber-coated steel. She didn’t do so uncontested of course, both Diamonds and Pearls as well as the official demanded she relinquish the grip, but Treymane was a veteran and she maintained a pace that allowed her to keep the Headlock cinched in until she reached the corner at ‘FOUR!’ “Get your ass in there, Daisy.” Treymane tossed her into the buckles, letting Ayala slump with her arms draped over the top rope.
“Duuuhhh… dirty bytch.” Marisol huffed, “You’re gonna wish you’d never started a rack war with NNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Veronica put an end to the threats with a Knife-Edge Chop of her own, the blow landing hard enough to jostle the brunette’s bounty in their velvet-sheathed cups. “What I started?” Treymane huffed. “As I recall, I was in the locker room nursing a plywood hangover when you and your hench bytch decided to run your mouth, then jump me as soon as my back was turNEERRGGGHH!”
Marisol laced her hands around the back of the blonde’s neck and pulled her down into a quick Kneelift to the belly! Still holding the clasp, Ayala pushed off the buckles, spun in a half circle and tossed Treymane into the spot she’d so recently occupied. Just like that she pulled her hands away only to fill them with a greedy grip of the blonde’s tits! “Back isn’t turned now, is it puta?” Marisol sneered as she raked, squeezed and pulled on ‘Ronnie’s chest. “Just you and me face to face. Can’t wait to see the tears running down your cheekNGH!”
The Gorgeous Gangster made no effort to break the Claw, instead she palmed the brunette’s head in both hands and pulled her forward into a THUNKING Headbutt between the eyes! Marisol shuddered, then threw herself onto the blonde in a sloppy clinch to keep the other wrestler from escaping the buckles. Veronica struggled to free her arms from the Puerto Rican’s grasp so she could counter with her own Hug. “Take a knee if you need to, Daisy.” she grunted. “But don’t think it’s going to save you from kissing the canOOOOOOOOOHHH FAAAAAAHHHHH!”
Marisol spiked a Kneelift between her opponent’s thighs! ‘Ronnie’s legs turned to water and now she was the one leaning against her opponent for support. Ayala was happy to give it, at least for the time it took her to switch places with the knock-kneed blonde. Pressed in close, Diamonds squeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed the Dame’s ribs with a snug Bear Hug while simultaneously grinding her knee against those pinstriped togs. “You’re no gangster.” Marisol cooed in her opponent’s ear. “You’re soft… doughy… used up. I’m going to love crushing you against nnnnnnnggggggggghhhh!”
Veronica had to reach over the other woman’s arms so hers wasn’t as strong, but she still managed to secure a Bear Hug of her own. “Don’t feel too soft now, do I, Daisy?” the former World Champion grunted. “And neither will my boot when it’s pressed down on your untested titNNNGGGGHHH!”
Marisol pulled her foe out of the corner just to BWUNG her back against the buckles, once, twice, three times. The repeated impacts loosened Treymane’s grip considerably, so Ayala gave up her own coil to lay claim to the blonde’s left wrist. Drawing away in two big steps, she dropped her hips and sent ‘Ronnie hurtling across the ring with an Irish Whip. Marisol held back no more than a step or two, really no more than enough space to let her stamp the brakes if her opponent fired off a kick the instant she hit the buckles. She needn’t have worried though, Treymane made the trip with no resistance, save for a pained groan when she BWUUUNGED back-first into the thinly-sheathed steel. As for Diamonds, she didn’t follow straight down the blonde’s back-trail. Rather she looped wide right and skirted the ropes to Veronica’s left to build that much more momentum before she THWHACKED a thunderous right hand across her opponent’s jaw!
TEARDROP CUT RIGHT HAND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=US8gJFlb2Rs
Treymane’s head snapped back while the rest of her tumbled forward, the Dangerous Dame looking anything but as she hit the deck in face-first sprawl! Marisol was beside her in an instant, the powerful ingénue shoveling Treymane onto her back to collect both legs in a snug Back Press.
On the outside, Luisa Campos brazenly led the chorus of incredulous FAWNatics counting the…
ONE…
TWO…
Veronica kicked out, the stunned blonde tumbling onto her stomach with almost a full second to spare. Pearls railed about a slow count, Marisol however showed some veteran wherewithal by scraping Treymane off the canvas without so much as a word of protest. Already clamped down on the blonde’s wrist, Ayala whipped Veronica to the opposite corner and this time she followed her straight in, all the better to leap from a short distance and THWHUMP the former World Champion with huge tummy-on-tits Avalanche Splash!
Veronica jolted something fierce but didn’t go down, almost assuredly because Ayala kept close enough to grrrrrrrrrrrind her curves against the blonde’s faltering pair. “You stay right here, puta.” she planted a taunting kiss on Treymane’s forehead. “Stay here and think about who’s crushing your sorry ass.” Marisol pushed off (both hands on ’Ronnie’s rack of course) pulled a sharp about-face and sprinted for the opposite corner. This raised a cheer from those assembled, briefly causing the brunette to wonder if she needed to reassess her views on the FAWNat-- Diamonds swung around for the return trip and caught a glimpse of something flying her way and then she was buried beneath a blonde Avalanche, Veronica claiming quick, ruthless revenge as she crushed the curvaceous tyro with a Splash of her own!
Palming the back of Marisol’s noggin even before her feet returned to the mat, the Gorgeous Gangster stepped aside and slung the San Juan Siren through a low somersault that left her stretched out near the center of the ring. That must’ve been fine with Treymane because she was off like a shot, running the ropes to Ayala’s right and coming back with a huge head of steam that translated into a vertical leap straight from the Cosworth playbook. Curling in on herself at the apex thereof, ‘Ronnie stretched out flat and came down hard, every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds THWHAMMING atop Marisol’s jostling juggs.
The impact bounced Ayala onto her hip, so Treymane shoved her onto her back and went for the cover, hooking the far leg in one hand while grinding her forearm into the brunette’s chin with the other. Swooping in beside the action, Craig counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
Marisol pushed the blonde away and sat up, a defiant reminder that she wasn’t going to crumple even in the face of a former World Champion. “C’mon Mar!” Luisa shouted from her place outside. “Don’t let that tacky bytch push you around! Show her why we’re the baddest--hey! Let go of her, Treymane! I said let go, dammit!”
But Veronica, who’d snuggled in behind the penitent brunette to cinch a Bear Hug around her waist, did not. In fact she knotted her hands beneath Marisol’s breasts and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed all the harder while simultaneously gouging the point of her chin into the meat of Ayala’s left shoulder. Groaning as the Magnificent Moll poured on the power, Marisol scrabbled for ‘Ronnie’s wrists and got another rough shake for her troubles. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Daisy?” Veronica let the contempt drip directly from her lips to Marisol’s ear. “I thought you were diamond strong. In my book that means you work your way around and squeeze right back.” Treymane slid her hands up a little higher, then scrubbed them across the brunette’s hulking rack. “Or maybe your mouth is the toughest part of--”
“Kiss my ass.” Marisol grunted. “I don’t have anything to prove to UUUUGGGHHHH!”
More pressure from those strong blonde pipes, the muscles of Veronica’s shoulders and biceps shredding into shadowy relief while Ayala looked sullen and shook her head ‘no’ at the encroaching referee. “Know who says they don’t have anything to prove, Daisy?” the Pinstripe Powerhouse asked. “Failures. If that’s you, then by all means, squirm and squeal and reach for those ropes until--”
‘Ronnie fell silent as Marisol clamped down on her wrists. Unlike the brunette’s previous effort, this was far more adjustment than escape, Diamonds sloooooooowly but surely turning herself within the claustrophobic confines of Treymane’s grip. Not that Veronica made it easy for her, not in the slightest. She used her chin and knotted fists to the utmost, just gouging, scraping and otherwise worrying the rookie’s neck, shoulder and flank. Even so, Ayala eventually got turned ‘round belly to belly with her blonde and it was with a great deal of satisfaction that she ground her forehead against Veronica’s.
“You think I give a shyt about impressing you, puta? You’re just a stepping stone to the chicks that actually matter. Astrid White. Sue Burlingame. You know, bytches with gold around their waistEEERRRRRGGGGGHHH!”
Veronica squeezed hard enough to throw Marisol’s head back, the curvy brunette forced to yank on her own hair to spread the worst of the pain around. “That’s what this is about? Daisy, you can’t get gold around your waist with a partner helping out. What makes you think you’re good enough to win some by yourselMMMMRRRRGGGHHH!”
Ayala abandoned her hair, wrapped both arms around Treymane’s head and pulled her face-first into that waiting cleavage! Gripping her left bicep in her right hand for extra leverage, Marisol cupped the back of ‘Ronnie’s noggin and continued to press down, Diamonds putting all her strength into denying the blonde air. “So you don’t think I’m good enough, puta?” Ayala seethed at the top of Veronica’s struggling head. “Why don’t you inspect my tits a little while longer, I think you’ll change your minDOOOHHHHHFFFUUUUHHHHG!”
The Neo-Noir Knockout bore down harder than ever, pulled her head up and turned it to one side. Doing so left her cheek on the steaming slopes of Marisol’s décolletage, but it was still a vast improvement over the furnace of the Front Sleeper. “Tuuuhhh… too proud of that rack, Daisy.” Treymane huffed. “Gonna leave you tits up on the mat when this is all oveEEEERRRH! HAIR! HAIRMMMMMPPPPHHHH!”
Marisol buried her hands in Veronica’s hair, wrenched her head backward and yanked it this way and that before stuffing opposing face back into her cleavage! “YOU WON’T DO A GODDAMNED THING, PUTA!” Ayala screamed. “EXCEPT TAP THE F*CK OOOOOWWWWWWWW!”
More than willing to answer claw with tooth, Veronica sank her teeth into the brunette’s bounty and didn’t stop chewing until Marisol yanked her face clear. Palming the blonde’s head in both hands, Diamonds pressed her thumbs against Treymane’s eyelids and started to push! “Gonna put your lights out, puta.” she hissed. “You don’t deserve to see my shiWHOOAAANNNGGGHHH!”
Veronica dipped her knees and popped her hips, muscling Marisol off the mat only to pivot around and drop to her belly, thus smashing the brunette between herself and the canvas with a resounding Belly to Belly Suplex! Wide-eyed and gaping following the huge counter, Ayala could only groan when ‘Ronnie bundled up both legs and pointed the brunette’s rump at the rafters with a Back Press good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Marisol powered out and rolled onto her belly to prevent a second cover, but paid dearly when Treymane mounted her back and unleashed several heavy Forearm Smashes across opposing shoulders! “HEY, GET OFFA HER YOU BRAT!” Luisa demanded from her place on the outside. “REF, GET THAT BYTCH AWAY!”
Veronica paused, put one hand between Ayala’s shoulders and the other on the crown of her head. “You want me to stop, Daisy? Get in the ring and do it yourself.”
Pearls answered with a pair of raised middle fingers, so the Dangerous Dame made Marisol pay for the insolence with an equally unpleasant handful of hair. Scraping the stunned battler off the mat, Veronica switched over to a Muy Thai-style clasp that let her thum-thum-THUMP a trio of Kneelifts into Ayala’s belly. Marisol groaned, raised her arms to clinch, but ate the broadside of Treymane’s summer-tanned thigh for her troubles. “You’re counterfeit goods if every I saw ‘em.” Veronica muttered as she laid claim to Ayala’s right wrist. “Barely fool’s gold on a good day, certainly not diamonds.”
With that she stepped back, dropped her hips and slung the powerful ingénue at the ropNO! Marisol dug in at the end of her tether to send the former World Champion to the strands in her place. The Pinstripe Powerhouse made no complaint, indeed she sped up as she closed in, then twisted around and ‘twanged’ off the rubber-coated ste-- Back turned to the action so she could give the drooling FAWNatics a piece of her mind, Luisa casually hooked her right arm around Treymane’s ankle and gave it a tug!
Veronica stumbled, caught her balance and whipped around, staring daggers at Campos. “That was your worst and last bad idea, DaisNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Marisol smashed into her from behind, the infuriated brunette leading with a Kneelift that THWHUMPED the small of Treymane’s back. The ropes kept Treymane from tumbling to far, alas this was a rather thin silver lining attached to a particularly nasty thunderhead as Ayala immediately trapped her arms overhead in a Full Nelson. Pressed in snug to the blonde’s back, Diamonds leaaaaaned every bit of her weight against ‘Ronnie and hissed, “Call me fake one more time you gutless slut, I’ll make you scream yourself hoarse.”
Treymane wriggled, tried to stamp on Ayala’s foot and got her glutes kneed for the trouble. “Huuhhh… how ya gonna do that, Daisy?” she grunted. “Get Pearls to distract me for another cheap shoOOOOOOWWWW FAAAAAAAAHHHHHHK!”
Marisol pressed in even closer and began to drag her rival back and forth, Diamonds just grinding Treymane’s rack against the top rope! The Magnificent Moll twisted and pulled, but she couldn’t create any separation between her and the abrasive strand. “Those belong to me now.” Ayala cooed in Veronica’s ear. “But if you ask real nice I might just loan--”
“Suck an egg, little girl.” Treymane snapped. “This junior cheerleader shyt won’t get it done against NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Marisol halved the Nelson so she could deliver several tire iron-esque Forearm Smashes to the base of her foe’s neck! Once the Destroyer was appropriately discombobulated, Ayala pulled her back, then doubled her over and forced her upper body through the gap between top and middle rope.
“YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT! SHOW EVERYONE HOW USED UP SHE IS!” Luisa crowed as her partner tugged Veronica upright and drew her arms back over the top rope.
Marisol needed no additional prompting, she cupped a hand over ‘Ronnie’s chin to yank her head back, then raised her free arm overhead and held it there just long enough to get the crowd riled up. What followed was nothing more than a drubbing, pure and simple. Blatantly ignoring the official’s call for a rope break, Diamonds unleashed a furious cannonade of overhand Forearm Smashes, each round of heavy ordinance THWHACKING across the vulnerable expanse of her opponent’s cleavage. Count be damned, Ayala unleashed almost a full dozen shots before she disengaged and stomped after the retreating black & white. “WATCH THE QUICK COUNT, ASSHOLE! DON’T THINK I WON’T REPORT THAT SHYT TO THE FRONT OFFICE!”
Craig vehemently defended the speed of his count, he defended it so vehemently in fact that he didn’t notice Luisa hopping onto the apron directly in front of Veronica. Pearls didn’t bother with a taunt or a sneer, she merely sank her claws into Treymane’s bust and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed until the Dangerous Dame wailed in anguish! Or rather, she wailed in severely muffled anguish because Campos pulled one hand away from its wicked work and pressed it over Veronica’s mouth. Even so, the tone of the crowd grew angrier by the second, eventually forcing Luisa to drop back to the floor.
“Snuuuuhhhh…sneaky little bytch.” Treymane groaned. “You’re gonna be in trouble when I get my hands on AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH LEGGO OF ME YOU NASTY MMMRRRRPPPHHHH!” Marisol, who’d furthered Luisa’s progress with an dual pincer to ‘Ronnie’s nubs, brought one hand to the blonde’s face and mashed her cheeks together in a galling ‘fish-face’. “Call me Diamonds.” Ayala hissed. “Call me Diamonds, because I’m forever and your time is ovNNNGGGGGHH!”
The Gorgeous Gangster snapped her head back, smashing her attacker across the bridge of the nose! T’was a stern shot, plenty strong enough to set Marisol back on her heels, just not quite enough to jostle Treymane’s arms free of the top rope. Still, separation meant an opportunity and in a matter of seconds she’d pulled her right arm offa the rubber-coated “OOOOOOFFFFHHH!”
Ayala hit her stymied adversary with a high speed Avalanche Splash that would’ve sent ‘Ronnie hurtling into the guardrail if not for the presence of the ropes. Burying a hand in the blonde’s long hair, Marisol wrenched Treymane’s head back at a sharp angle and leaned in over, forcing Veronica to look up at her. “I don’t care how bad you are or how many titles you’ve won.” the rookie sneered. “I knew you couldn’t beat me from the first moment our eyes locked.” Veronica started to reply but Ayala THUMPED yet another Forearm Smash across her chest, thus pacifying the Magnificent Moll long enough to free her from the ropes. Treymane immediately reached for the strands that’d just imprisoned her in the hope of earning a break, unfortunately Marisol bent her backward and secured an Inverted Facelock which she then used to drag her prey away from any possible sanctuary. Catching hold of ‘Ronnie’s pinstripes with her free hand, Diamonds took a breath then dipped her knees and hoisted the veteran all the way to high noon, Treymane’s toes pointed to the rafters.
“Diamond strong, baby! Diamond strong!” Luisa clapped. “Show that silly puta what you can do!”
Ayala did just that, rocking back on her heels and laying out to THAWHAM Treymane down flat on her face, chest and belly courtesy of an Inverted Suplex!
INVERTED SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=flnIkh1iDAk
Veronica bounced and flopped onto her back, which prompted Campos to call for a cover. Marisol ignored her in favor of storming toward the nearest corner. Burgeoning Destroyer or not, the San Juan native showed deceptive quickness as she slipped between the ropes and headed all the way to the high rent district. Her ascent greeted by nothing but jeers from the capacity crowd, Marisol stood tall and raised both arms in a ‘V’, Diamonds just daring them to give her every bit of their hate. “Go ahead, boo all you want, idiots.” Ayala sneered. “Won’t do a damned thing to stop what happens next.”
Marisol leapt from her perch, the burgeoning Destroyer-class hard case vanishing into the lights just as she drew in on herself for a midair toe touch. Stretched out full length by the time she reappeared, Ayala came hurtling down on her prey, the brunette unloading with every ounce of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds TWHAMMING down upon… a recently vacated stretch of canvas! Diamonds bounced hard, landed curled up on one side, then forced herself to roll onto her stomach and struggle to one knee. For a moment she thought she heard boots thrumming the mat beside her, but the sound of her own heart was so loud she couldn’t be sure. Even so, Ayala didn’t want to be down any longer than absolutely necessary, so she swallowed the roiling in her midsection and powered to boot-leath--“OOOOOOFFFFFFFFHHHH!”
Coming off the strands with a full head of steam, ‘Ronnie Treymane dropped a shoulder and launched off her back foot to BURY a Spear in the brunette’s belly!
SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D06mNLVVY8E
No celebration from the former World Champion when she landed on her knees beside the starfished tyro, Veronica glued her down with a Crossbody and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Luisa was on the apron and halfway over the middle rope when Marisol twitched a shoulder into the air. Treymane saw the encroachment but rather than draw Castle’s attention to it she plunged her hands into the breathless battler’s dark hair and scraped her off the mat. A quick spin put Marisol between Treymane and her partner and allowed Veronica to fix Campos with a withering glare. “Last warning, Daisy.” she told the smaller brunette.
“Your warnings don’t mean sh--” Pearls fell silent when Treymane tagged her friend’s cheek with a quick Elbow Smash and a left-handed Bytch Slap. This was followed by a short, sharp kick to Ayala’s left thigh, the sting of it rocking Marisol in place while ‘Ronnie whipped ‘round and lashed out with her right arm to PWAAAK a strong Back Fist across Marisol’s other cheek! Marisol swayed in place, the San Juan native fighting to steady her footing before-- the Gorgeous Gangster whipped ‘round in a tight pirouette, flicked out her right arm and damned near caved in Ayala’s chest with the Discus Lariat she pasted across her sternum!
DRIVE BY NIGHT FLURRY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=C0c8wv7uHDY
Turned inside out by the strength of the Drive By Night Flurry, Marisol came out the other side on all fours and would’ve stayed there for quite some time if Veronica hadn’t hooked a vengeful double handful of hair and drawn her into a Standing Headscissors. Dark eyes locked on the fuming features of Luisa Campos, Treymane flattened one hand into a paddle and CRAAACKED Marisol’s glutes with a vicious Overhand Slap. “Do something about it.” she challenged Pearls. “Come on, Daisy. Show me how brave you are when--”
Ayala shifted in a way that heralded nothing less than a Back Body Drop, so Veronica put a stop to that with a Double Axehandle to the small of the back followed by a snug grip around Diamonds’ waist. Forced to inactivity by the scrutiny of the blonde and the senior official, Luisa could only hiss in disgust as Treymane spun Marisol into a seat on her shoulders, then dropped to one knee to THWHAM Diamonds down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a huge Powerbomb. Grip broken by the landing, ‘Ronnie slid forward and wedged her shoulders into the pits of Ayala’s knees to keep her folded in half with an impromptu Matchbook good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Marisol twisted onto her stomach with half a heartbeat to spare, the curvaceous Powerhouse out to prove to everyone that she was as tough as her nickname. “Nice try, sweetie!” Luisa taunted from outside. “Got anything else that won’t get the job done?”
“Fresh out, brat.” Veronica snapped right back. “All I’ve got is this thing that cuts Daisies and crushes fake diamonds with equal ease.” Luisa didn’t like the sound of that and her mood only grew darker when Treymane scraped her friend off the mat and butterflied both arms with a Double Underhook! “GET OUTTA THERE, MAR!” Luisa shouted even as she surreptitiously slipped a hand into her small, velvet clutch. “SHOW THAT BYTCH SHE CAN’T PUSH YOU, YEAH, THAT’S IT! ROPES, ROPES, REF!”
Marisol didn’t need Luisa’s warning to realize she was in trouble, that’s why she dropped to one knee as soon as Veronica locked her hands. Using her own not inconsiderable strength to dead-weight the surging blonde as best she could, Marisol remained rooted in place until an especially strong yank from ‘Ronnie drew her back to boot-leather. Treymane had leaned over her foe’s back in anticipation of Diamonds trying to plow forward, so she was caught off guard when the San Juan native backpedaled as hard and as fast as she could. Cursing out loud, the Magnificent Moll dug in her heels, but Marisol’s momentum was too strong and the brunette wrenched free of Treymane’s clutches to thump down on her butt with her back pressed against the strands.
Diamonds hooked one arm over the middle rope and pointed an accusing finger at the blonde with the other. “Get her back, Long! Get her washed-up ass back!”
Veronica allowed the official to walk her back several steps, though she never took her eyes off Marisol. “What’s the matter, Diamonds?” the last word dripped with contempt so venomous it might’ve burned holes in the canvas. “Not tough enough to defend yourself without the zebra’s help?”
Ayala clambered to one knee, though she made sure to keep an arm draped around the rubber-coated steel. “F*ck you, has-been! I just need a second to make sure the slime of your failure didn’t get all over--”
Treymane juked around the official and lunged straight at crouched brunette. Veronica’s fingers found Marisol’s hair the exact instant Ayala’s fingers caught her waistband. The subsequent tug favored the Puerto Rican as ‘Ronnie lost her balance and ‘twanged’ down throat-first across the middle rope!
“MY EYE!” Ayala clapped a hand over the right side of her face and scrambled away from the vulnerable blonde. “Bytch jabbed her thumb in my eye!”
Craig hurried over to check at once, as the front office had grown increasingly nervous about eye injuries after Lenore Lemarchand’s time on the shelf the previous winter. “Just hold still, Marisol.” He stepped in close and tried to pull her hand away with no notable success. The reason for this was clear enough to anyone not wearing the black & white stripes. Long’s back hadn’t been turned for more than two seconds when Luisa hopped into a seat on the apron and cinched an arm around the back of Treymane’s head! A Side Headlock with one’s throat snugged against the rubber-coated steel was far from comfortable, but it grew infinitely more unpleasant when you factored in the roll of quarters that Pearls introduced to ‘Ronnie’s skull by way of half a dozen sharp punches!
The last one sent Treymane tumbling away from the ropes, the big blonde’s defenses thoroughly scrambled as one hand massaged to her throat and the other tended to her throbbing forehead. Elsewhere, Marisol’s vision made a damned near miraculous recovery the moment she saw Treymane careen away from the ropes. Brushing the ref aside without so much as a word, Ayala stormed over, grabbed hold of her rival’s shoulder and spun her ‘round in a half circle. Veronica raised her hands for a clench only to cry out in surprise and pain when Marisol clamped down on her breasts! Instinctively reaching for the brunette’s wrists to break the clamp, Treymane abruptly found herself airborne as Diamonds muscled her skyward with nothing more than that tawdry jugg-grip! Pivoting around on her left heel as the blonde neared the apex, Marisol pushed ‘Ronnie down and simultaneously sat out, the terrible tyro putting every bit of her power into THAWHAMMING her prey to the thinly-sheathed plywood!
PUTA BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrrQQi7QCG8
Stretched out flat by the thunderous Puta Bomb, Veronica could only gape when Marisol matchbooked her legs over her head, then slid forward and sat down hard, Ayala pointing the former World Champion’s rump toward the rafters while pushing down on those upturned haunches with all the strength she could muster. Allowing the FAWNatics to express his surprise for him, Craig Long swooped in beside the cover and counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Marisol released her death-grip on the blonde’s heels but didn’t get to her feet, Diamonds choosing instead to celebrate her shocker of an upset with a bawdy double bicep flex that lasted the full length of the Announcer’s declaration. “Ladies and gentlemen your winner via pin-fall… MARISOL AYALA!”
She’d *just* rose from the carcass the Gorgeous Gangster when Luisa tackled her from behind with a hug, Pearls actually lifting her powerhouse partner off her feet for a moment. “Diamond strong, baby! Diamond strong!” Campos raised Marisol’s hand so Diamonds didn’t have to endure the zebra’s touch. “Thought she was so goddamned tough, look at her now!” Luisa sneered at the woozy blonde. “Just a washed-up relic! Couldn’t beat The Dream, sure as hell couldn’t beat us!”
Pearls took a threatening step toward Treymane, so Craig put a hand on her shoulder. “Enough of that, Luisa. You’re welcome to help Marisol celebrate, but leave Veronica aloWHOOAAAHHHNNGGGH!”
Diamonds caught the official by waistband and collar, then rushed him to and over the ropes with a toss worthy of the Royal Rumbrrr! Eyes glittering, Campos looked between ‘Ronnie and Marisol. “You mind if I teach this bytch to put a little respect on my name, Mar?”
Ayala swept an expansive hand toward her foe. “By all means.”
Luisa was on Treymane at once, the fireplug brunette burying her hands in ‘Ronnie’s hair to yank the taller woman back to a semblance of verticality. Tugging Treymane’s locks into a rough ponytail, Campos wrapped those appropriated tresses around Veronica’s throat, then spun ‘em both around so they were back to back with the blonde’s neck wrenched awkwardly over her right shoulder. “Oh what, don’t like it?” Luisa taunted the jeering FAWNatics with a sultry little hip roll. “Guess you won’t like this either!” Pearls kicked her feet forward and dropped to her tush, a short, brutal descent that nearly whiplashed Veronica’s noggin clean off her shoulders!
PEARL NECKLACE @ 00:54
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ouMJpU1GWDk
Facedown on the deck in the aftermath of the Pearl Necklace, ‘Ronnie made an effort to roll out of the ring, but Marisol planted a boot between her shoulders and pressed down, pinning her like a bug on a card. “You’re not going anywhere, Daisy.” she taunted. “This lesson in respect isn’t over yet!”
Dragging the blonde to her knees, Marisol dipped down, worked her head under Treymane’s left arm and wrapped one arm around her waist while the other slipped between her foe’s legs. From there she deadlifted the mauled Moll all the way to chest level, in something that looked like a Backdrop Suplex, but Treymane was stretched across the front of her attacker’s chest. Ayala didn’t bother to call out for Campos, she knew Pearls would be in position and sure enough, a glance toward the nearest corner confirmed Luisa perched in the high rent district. A nod passed between them, then Pearls was soaring through the aether for a Guillotine Leg Drop that met ‘Ronnie’s neck at the precise moment Marisol laid out to THAWHAM the helpless blonde to the deck!
BLACK VELVET:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GNI5zOi61G4
Stretched out in an insensate starfish by the power of Black Velvet, Veronica offered no resistance whatsoever when Marisol and Luisa got up and planted a foot on her chest and tummy respectively. “Get used to this, losers!” Campos shouted to the furious throng. “Diamonds & Pearls want gold and we’ll do whatever it takes to get it!”
“That includes destroying your precious heroines.” Marisol noted before grrrrrrrinding her sole against Veronica’s bust. “Don’t believe us? Ask this tacky bytch when she wakes up.”