Post by walkindude on Dec 11, 2019 0:50:54 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Bridgeport California she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is Neo-Noir Knockout, the Dangerous Dame and a most Magnificent Moll, please welcome… 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 swatted the curtain aside to post up atop the stage where she flicked her trenchcoat aside to reveal the replica Thompson braced against one thigh. Casting a glance across the upper deck, Treymane let her attention fall on the nearest camera before she said, “Make a note, people. Tonight marks the last FAWN appearance of Diamonds and Pearls. Because when the sun comes up tomorrow you’ll know them as Blood, Lead and Tears.” Threat delivered, 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 festive fracas with the Daisy that’d helped lay her low at Red, White & Bruised, the former World Champion wore a seasonal candy cane red & 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, while her boots were a matching red. 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.
“Fair warning, Sheamus.” Treymane told referee Craig Long as she handed over her pre-match accoutrements. “If Diamonds so much as looks at me wrong I’m going to stuff a bolt of Chicago Lightning down her throat.”
“I’ll make sure it doesn’t come to that, Veronica.” Craig replied with a confidence he didn’t quite feel.
“Don’t trouble yourself.” the blonde murmured after she’d settled in against the buckles. “Personally I hope she’s spoiling for a fight.”
“And introducing her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Marisol Ayala, hailing from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, she stands at five feet four inches and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds, she is pro-wrestling’s perfect Pearl… LUISA CAMPOS!”
MARISOL AYALA:
LUISA CAMPOS:
The curtains burst open as Diamonds & Pearls hit the stage in that order, so Luisa could better bad mouth everyone within the sound of her voice and Marisol could stare a hole through one Veronica Treymane. Once the crowd had been put in their properly trashy place, Campos honed in on the blonde and favored her with an evil grin. “You’re about to go oh and two, slut.” she promised. “If you’re lucky I won’t leave enough for Mari to play with.”
“Hey. You promised, Pearls.”
“Don’t worry, Diamonds. She’s NOT getting lucky.”
Supremely confident with that Diamond Strong back-up, Luisa sauntered down the aisle with Marisol trailing several steps behind. For her first singles battle with a former World Champion, Pearls sported a black velvet two piece, high cut on the hips. Two sets of three strings of pearls descended from between the cups of the top, one set running underneath each breast before connecting back to the strap underneath the arm. Pads at knee and elbow were matte black, though her black boots were polished to a shine that was properly pearlescent.
Resuming her running commentary as she traversed the ramp, Luisa made her way up the steel steps to the apron, but wouldn’t enter the squared circle until Craig came over and sat on the middle ropes. From there she went straight at the big blonde only to hit full reverse when Treymane came out to meet-- a low rumble of anticipation from those assembled when Marisol interposed herself between Treymane and Pearls.
“Back to your corner, ‘Ronnie.” the Puerto Rican stunner murmured with quiet contempt. “You don’t want this match thrown out before the bell, do you? No telling what we could do to your broken down ass if there weren’t rules to stop--”
“Get out of my face, tomato can.” Veronica interrupted. “Unless you want to be asleep before the bell--”
“You don’t f*cking intimidate me, Treymane.”
Marisol went nose to nose with Veronica much to the delight of the FAWNatics and the consternation of Craig Long. “C’mon Marisol, out of the ring. Don’t make me pull your manager’s license.”
“Kiss my ass, nerd.” Ayala answered without taking her eyes off the Dangerous Dame. “We’re not done, Treymane.”
“Good.”
Diamonds backed off, whirled around and stomped across the ring to share a fist-bump with the smaller brunette. “F*ck her up, Pearls.”
“And go easy on her? I don’t think so!”
Satisfied, Marisol slipped through the ropes and dropped to the floor, taking up a conspicuous position behind her friend and partner.
Credit the swagger of one Luisa ‘Pearls’ Campos. Though the tag specialist gave up four inches, twelve pounds and a World Championship run to her opponent, she didn’t so much as flinch when the bell sounded. It probably didn’t hurt to have Diamonds lurking on the outside, but Luisa didn’t spare her partner a backwards glance, she just made for the center of the ring like she owned it and the woman rapidly closing ground. “You think you’re big, chica?” Campos snapped at Treymane. “Think you’re bad? Well, you ain’t bad. You ain’t nothing!” Luisa stepped in and lashed out her right hand with a Bytch Slap that CRAAACKED across Veronica’s cheek.
What it did not do was twist the Pinstripe Powerhouse’s head to the side, not even a little bit. Pearls’ eyes went wide, then narrowed to hateful slots as set her feet and reared back for another sl--
‘Ronnie caught Luisa’s wrist a few inches shy of her face, then wrenched the brunette’s arm down and yanked her in for a Headbutt that THWHONKED right between the eyes! Campos’ knees shuddered as she reeled away from the Dangerous Dame, unfortunately Treymane still had possession of her wrist and was in no mood to let go. Dipping her knees after a single giant step backward, Veronica yanked / tugged Campos in and THWHUMPED her right knee into the smaller wrestler’s belly!
KITCHEN SINK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3YK7d0rvOI
An ‘oooooohhhh’ from the crowd as Luisa somersaulted over the impaling joint and landed flat on her butt in the middle of the canvas. Cracking a smile once she’d confirmed Marisol’s position outside the ring, ‘Ronnie ran the ropes in front of her seated foe, came back with a full head of steam and THWHACKED a Basement Big Boot flush against Campos’ pain-crimped face! Dropping to her knees a heartbeat after Luisa hit the deck, Treymane collected the far leg in a Back Press and folded Luisa up tight while Craig counted off…
BASEMENT BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-LJ9msoZY7E
ONE…
TWO…
Pearls powered free of the cradle simultaneous with ‘TWO’, then tumbled onto her belly to make sure ‘Ronnie couldn’t try for a second pin right away. These defensive maneuvers didn’t bother Treymane, indeed her smile grew that much wider when she peeled Campos off the mat with a double handful of togs and tresses. Pointing her burden toward an empty stretch of ringside aisle, Veronica was almost three quarters of the way across the ring when she wheeled around on a dime and went straight for Marisol Ayala.
Diamonds blinked in surprise but didn’t give up any ground which was ultimately a godsend for Luisa because the Neo-Noir Knockout hurled her over the top rope in an improvised Plancha that sent her hurtling down at Mari-- Ayala stretched her arms wide and plucked her partner from the air like she was little more than a bag of laundry. Eyes locked on the blonde, Marisol set Pearls down and murmured, “You ok, Luisa?”
“Fine.” Campos grumbled in the midst of ‘snapping’ her bottoms back into place. “Big bytch has cavewoman strength is all. Caught me by surprise.”
“What’s wrong, Daisy?” Veronica taunted. “Job too hard when you can’t just attack from behind?” The former World Champ sat on the middle rope, grabbed hold of the top and pulled it open to properly invite the Brazilian bombshell back into the ring. “C’mon in, I can turn around if that’d make you feel more comf--”
“Screw you, puta!” Luisa barked. “The only thing about you that scares me is those fat-ass pinstripes!”
‘Ronnie smirked, kissed the tips of her fingers, then swatted ‘em against her glutes.
Campos snarled but didn’t get a word in because Marisol stepped up beside her. “Why don’t you back off and let her get in the ring, tough girl? Unless maybe you’re afraid of a fair fight?”
The smile dropped offa Treymane’s features as she vacated her place in the strands. “What would you know about a fair fight, Daisy?”
“I know you can’t win one against me.”
Veronica seethed, made for the ropes and would’ve come straight for Marisol if Luisa hadn’t hopped onto the apron to intercept. Burying her hands in the bigger blonde’s hair, Campos jerked the Gorgeous Gangster’s face against the top rope and treated ‘em to an energetic three second scrubbing! “Not so bad now, huh? Pearls sneered. “Yeah, you’re nothing but trash compared to Diamonds and PearlEEEP!”
Veronica palmed the brunette’s head in both hands and lifted her off the apron, much to Campos’ surprise and displeasure. Treymane may have very well muscled Luisa all the way back into the squared circle if Marisol hadn’t grabbed hold of her ankles and pulled down hard enough for Luisa to ‘TWANG’ the Dangerous Dame’s throat across the rubber-coated steel in an impromptu Hot Shot!
“Hey! Knock that off, Marisol!” Craig ordered the big brunette even as Veronica reeled away with both hands pressed to her aching windpipe.
“I didn’t do anything but correct the cheating you ignored!” Diamonds replied. “Seeing as how you’re too intimidated to keep that bytch away from the ropes when Luisa’s trying to get in!”
“I mean it!” the ref warned. “Interfere one more time and I’ll throw you outta ringside!”
As for Campos herself she added no input to the argument, as she’d already hopped back to the apron and rushed to the corner that gave her the best angle of the breathless blonde. Leaping from the apron to the high-rent district in a single bound, Luisa waited until Veronica straightened up, then she let out a low whistle and took to the skies when Treymane turned her way. The Pinstripe Powerhouse got a vague impression of movement before Campos THWHAPPED both heels into her chest with a flawless Missile Dropkick!
MISSILE DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J1KWqKIoRQc
‘Ronnie got knocked flat, a position that offered her a brief view of the overhead lights before the world went dark because Luisa swung a leg over and sat down on her face! No urgency and certainly no respect in Campos’ cover, she simply beamed and laced her hands behind her head in the classic ’I own you’ pose while the official counted…
ONE…
TWO…
Veronica’s hands palmed the brunette’s glutes and pushed hard, Campos sent sprawling onto all fours with a full second to spare. “Oh yeah, I could get used to that REAL fast!” Luisa bounded to boot-leather, hurried back to ‘Treymane and managed to catch a double handful of blonde hair while the former champ was still on one knee. “I mean, Marisol said you smothered good, but I think she undersold OH NO YA DON’T!”
‘Ronnie reached up to claim Pearls’ wrists, so Luisa leapt up and dropped to her butt, an abrupt, violent shift that THWONKED Treymane’s forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood! Veronica hit hard but didn’t roll to her back, so Campos stayed right where she landed and scrrrrrrrruuubbbed the taller wrestler’s face across the canvas until Craig reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count!
SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ipu3nwhbpo
“I don’t know what you’re complaining about.” Luisa snarked to Long once she’d scraped the Neo-Noir Knockout off the mat. “That sort of exfoliating treatment would’ve been stupidly expensive at any quality spa and I performed it for free! And in a fraction of the time too!” Luisa’s beauty tips were lost on the zebra, so Pearls reeled the faltering femme fatale into a Front Facelock, then reached down and collected ‘Ronnie’s left leg in a standing Cradle. The FAWNatics buzzed at the audacious display, then roared when Luisa popped her hips and-- didn’t so much as budge the Dangerous Dame!
Scowling, Campos yoked up on the Front Facelock again, but a second attempt ended just like the first and she didn’t get a third because ‘Ronnie prized her leg free. Bearing down on the back of Luisa’s noggin to take control of the Facelock, Treymane helped herself to a handful of those black velvet bottoms, then powered Pearls directly overhead in a single smooth motion! Such a show of strength was always greeted with a roar of support and this one was no different, though ‘Ronnie didn’t acknowledge it because she was too focused on the twin cigarette burns between her shoulders. Knowing damned well that Marisol was staring a hole through her, the former FAWN World Champion turned in a half circle so she could meet the Puerto Rican powerhouse’s gaze directly.
“You got something to say to me, Daisy?”
“Not from out here, puta.” Marisol cooed.
“Then shut up and watch.” Those assembled for this Christmas Carnage were already beyond ‘SIX’ when the Dangerous Dame began to dip her hips in time with the count. Four deep squats got brought her all the way to ‘TEN!’, which was precisely the moment Treymane laid out and THAWHAMMED Luisa down on the thinly-sheathed canvas! Pearls’ legs shot up straight on the landing, but Veronica swatted the limbs aside for a snug Crossbody augmented by an aggressive forearm grrrrrrrrround against Campos’ cheekbone through…
DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tPsDm77DePM
ONE…
TWO…
Luisa twisted onto her hip and shoulder simultaneous with TWO’ to keep herself in the match. Perched on one knee beside the opposition, Treymane noted Campos’ glance in Ayala’s direction and swiftly redirected her attention with a slap across the back of the head. “Don’t look at her, short-stuff. She can’t help you in--”
Luisa rolled into the blonde, sat up and would’ve raked the hell out of her eyes if Veronica hadn’t intercepted with a Greco-Roman Knucklelock. Furious over the thwarted sneak attack, Campos reached for the blonde’s face with her other hand only to get that caught too! “Lumbering bytch.” she spat. “Get your goddamned hands offa NNNGGGHHH!”
Treymane took her across the bridge of the nose with another Headbutt, a swift, bludgeoning bit of nastiness that left Luisa arched backward over her own thighs. In no particular hurry to abandon the one sided Test of Strength, ‘Ronnie stood up and used the grips to drag Campos around in a half circle that left her feet pointed toward Ayala’s side of the ring. Thus satisfied with her arrangement, Treymane dropped Luisa’s wrists and strolled around to her feet, whereupon she very deliberately turned her back to Marisol. Still taking her time, she reached down, collected Pearls’ boots and tucked them beneath her armpits before locking her hands in an S-grip.
“C’mon Luisa!” Marisol slapped the apron with both hands in an effort to rouse her woozy partner. “Don’t let this nerd have her way with…” she trailed off into infuriated silence when the Pinstripe Pushover turned Campos onto her stomach, then stepped over and sat down deep, ‘Ronnie settling every bit of her near hundred and forty pounds against the small of Luisa’s back to really sink in the Boston Crab.
BOSTON DRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ueSPU8ARKw
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH GAAAWWD DAMMIT!” Pearls shrieked to raise the dead, her forehead and forearms pressed flat against the unyielding canvas.
“What do you say, Luisa?” Craig Long asked at once. “Do you want to me to call for the--”
“NO!” Campos barked. “No tacky pinstripe bytch is gonna beat meAAARRRRRRRRHHHHHHHH!”
Veronica leaned back in her mount, the Destroyer clearly happy to curl Luisa’s svelte frame into a perfect circle if need be. Interesting note: throughout this predicament Treymane’s attention was locked on Marisol Ayala. Diamonds’ fixation on her was just as strong and these two weren’t simply glaring daggers, this was a nonverbal knife fight to the death or a sneered insult, whichever came first. Eventually Marisol reached out and grabbed the middle rope but she proceeded no farther. “Let her go, puta. This is between you and me.”
“She made it between us the second she snapped my throat over the middle rope.” Veronica answered without shifting her position. “It’ll be about you and I once I’ve taught her some respect. Of course you could always do something about it if you’re really worried about her, Daisy.” Treymane inched up and slid back, moving her seat to atop the smaller wrestler’s shoulders.
“F*CKING BYTCH!” Luisa caught hold of her hair and tugged, Pearls doing whatever she could to distract from the spine-wrenching anguish.
On the outside Marisol bared her teeth, inched ever so closer to the apron. “You think I won’t come in there to slap my name right outta your mouth?” the big brunette murmured.
“I think you two should change your team name to Gutless and Soft, that’s what I think.” Veronica snapped.
That did it.
Ayala hopped onto the apron with absolutely no attempt at stealth, even so she was halfway through the ropes when Craig bustled over to get in her way. Smiling prettily as Diamonds fumed, the Neo-Noir Knockout tossed Campos’ right leg aside. Presumably this halving was too focus all her efforts on Luisa’s left leg but this wasn’t the case at all because ‘Ronnie (who was still staring a hole through Marisol) curled that free hand into a claw and affixed it between Campos’ thighs!
Diamonds bellowed in rage while Pearls sobbed in indignant anguish and Treymane enjoyed every bit (it was about five seconds in all) before she relinquished both holds and bounced to her feet. “Get your ass back to the floor, Daisy.” she barked loud enough to regain Ayala’s attention. “Everyone knows you won’t do a damned thing while the referee is actually watching!”
This did nothing to soothe Marisol’s nerves, yet ultimately she did return to the floor after flipping a double bird at the blonde. Treymane replied by brushing some invisible dirt from one shoulder, then cupped Luisa’s ears and muscled the wounded brunette to all fours. “Any second thoughts about running your mouth in my direction, Pearls?” Veronica asked Campos in the midst of sidling in against her left side.
“Uuuuuhhh… only sorry we didn’t leave your saggy has-been ass bleeding on the locker room floor NNNNNGGGHH!” The Dangerous Dame buried a Double Axehandle between the brunette’s shoulders to stifle that sass and to keep Luisa docile while she reached between the lightweight’s parted thighs and helped herself to Campos’ left wrist, which she promptly tugged back the way she’d come. With her next breath she leaned over Luisa’s back, hooked her left arm under opposing bicep and jerked her to boot-leather in a single powerful movement. For a moment it looked as though Campos was destined for some time in an Abdominal Stretch and indeed that probably would’ve been preferable to Veronica’s actual plan, which entailed muscling Pearls all the way to chest level. Holding her snug, she once again turned to Marisol, then went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee to THWHUMP the brunette atop the posted joint.
JOURNEY INTO FEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQ8bl-mcUds
Pretty face etched with pain following her harrowing Journey into Fear, Campos jolted offa Treymane’s leg and hit the mat with a heavy thud, whereupon she was immediately covered by the former World Champion. No half efforts from the Dame this time, she pounced across Luisa’s chest, caught both legs in a tight bundle and folded her in half, Pearls’ pert rump pointed at the lights while Craig and a whole chorus of carnage carolers sang…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Campos powered out from beneath with a half second to spare, though she made sure not to roll onto her belly and thus present her wounded back to the strong blonde. A solid strategy certainly but one that didn’t dissuade Treymane in the slightest. Filling her hands with the Brazilian’s dark hair, ‘Ronnie hauled the both of them to their feet, then switched over to a Wristlock and sent Luisa hurtling into a corner well away from her towering partner.
The Gorgeous Gangster set off hot on her heels, Veronica picking up a huge head of steam before she-- Luisa twisted into the landing and hopped into a seat on the top turnbuckle which gave her just enough time to drive a short kick into Veronica’s chin! Treymane staggered without going far which was just fine with Campos as it meant she didn’t have to overreach to secure a massive handful of blonde hair. Reeling the dizzied Dame into a Front Facelock, Pearls planted both feet against the middle rope and pushed off mightily, Luisa swinging ‘round in a violent half circle that’d plant ‘Ronnie’s head on the NO! The former FAWN World Champion braced both hands against Campos’ upper thighs to keep her suspended perpendicular to the big blonde. It was an awkward arrangement to be sure but Veronica didn’t have to hold it for very long, just to swing the brunette back to her original perch on the top turnbuckle.
Treymane celebrated Luisa’s safe landing by pounding a fist into the lightweight’s right flank until she was forced to release the Facelock. Grinning when she pulled free, Treymane plowed a straight right hand into the Brazilian’s taut midsection, then palmed her head in both hands and chided, “You’re coming with me, DaisyEEERRRRRGGHH!”
Campos fashioned her fingers into talons, all the better to raaaaaake down her opponent’s face! ‘Ronnie cleared off quickly enough to pull Luisa from the corner, but Pearls switched to a double fistful of hair to make sure she’d make it no farther. Ignoring the ref’s complaint about her tactics, Luisa raised her right knee as high as she could, ultimately bracing it against the taller wrestler’s face. From there she clambered onto the bottom rope then pushed off and out, the black-clad battler using every ounce of her weight to drive Treymane back and down, the Pinstripe Powerhouse getting THWHAM-THHUNKED by Pearls’ odd inversion of the standard Calf Branding.
INVERTED CALF BRANDING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WeSS2hp_dU
Veronica landed flat on her shoulders, those long legs kicking up like she’d endured a rather emphatic Powerbomb. As for Campos she somersaulted away to come up on one knee flashing a smile that shone white and sharp beneath the overhead lights. “Stay on her, Luisa!” Marisol cheered from her place outside. “Bytch is dumb, but she doesn’t stay down easy!”
A backhanded compliment that was far more accurate than either Diamonds or Pearls would’ve liked, deftly illustrated by the way Treymane powered to one knee and reached for the middle ro--
“AAAAAHHHH DAMMIT!” Veronica shrieked and pulled back her hand without finding any support because Campos rushed in and THWHACKED a vicious Soccer Kick against the underside of her forearm! “What do you think you’re reaching for, puta?” Luisa sneered in the midst of helping herself to a double handful of hair. “You really think rubber and steel is gonna help you when you’re battling Diamonds and PearlOOOFFHH BYTCH!”
Veronica jabbed a Back Elbow into Campos’ belly, doubling her over. What it did not do was free the blonde’s locks from Pearls’ grip and this proved most unfortunate as the Gorgeous Gangster was rising to her full height. She’d just set for another gut-churning elbow when Campos swung ‘round behind and swiftly sank to one knee, thus yanking Treymane down spine-first across the posted joint! Veronica bounced away to land in a facedown sprawl that put one hand far closer to the bottom rope than Luisa liked.
“You keep reaching for those ropes like they‘re gonna help!” Campos taunted in between delivering furious little stomps to her blonde’s buttocks, thighs and lower back. “Know what they’re actually gonna do? Just give you more time to think about how badly I’m whooping your--”
“Break.” ‘Ronnie grunted after she’d slid forward to get a hand around the bottom rope. “Kuuuhhh… keep your eyes on Ayala, Craig. She’s the real threat heEEERRRRRRRHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHK!”
Utterly humorless in the face of such blatant dismissal, Luisa Campos sat down on the blonde’s broad back, collected as much of her hair as she could, then slammed her face into the canvas and scrubbed back and forth like she was trying to eradicate a particularly stubborn stain! “WHAT WAS THAT, PUTA?” Campos bellowed down at the suffering Destroyer. “WHO’S THE REAL THREAT? WHO’S GONNA WIPE YOUR F*CKING FACE ALL OVER THIS MAT?”
Quite aware that Luisa had used up all his internal count and most of what would’ve been his usual warning, the ref simply stepped in beside the action and counted, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Peals sprang up, stomped Treymane’s back one more time, then made a show of peeling some blonde strands offa her palms before she scrubbed them clean on the referee’s striped shirt. “Don’t ever presume to order me around you grubby little urchin.”
Veronica paid this no mind, at the moment her only goal was to pull herself far enough under the bottom rope to prevent Campos from ‘washing’ her face for so much as another second. She was within heartbeats of this goal when a strong arm encircled the back of her head and pulled the startled grappler face-first into the fulsome furnace of unseen cleavage! Unseen to ‘Ronnie that was. Everyone else (ok, not Craig, who was understandably distracted by Luisa’s index finger waggling directly beneath his nose) got a perfect view when Marisol Ayala welcomed the Gorgeous Gangster into the Front Sleeper.
“Get used to this feeling, little girl.” Diamonds tucked her head so she could whisper in Treymane’s ear while keeping her eyes on the oblivious zebra. “Because this is your home now. And you’re only allowed out when I say so.”
With that she let go and stepped away, Ayala not sparing her victim a single backward glance as she adjusted her jacket and strolled back to less incriminating environs. Ending her harangue only after Marisol was good and clear of the vulnerable blonde, Luisa swept an aggravated hand over her foe and said, “Look at the lazy bytch, just loafing in the ropes while I’ve had to waste all this time and energy correcting you! She’s had more than enough time to recover so just keep your mouth shut!”
Satisfied that her tone brooked no refusal, Luisa shoved by the zebra and sauntered over to Treymane. With one foot planted on either side of the Pinstripe Powerhouse, Campos reached over the middle rope, took hold of Veronica’s hair and pulled up so that the back of her neck was bent awkwardly against the rubber-coated steel! “RRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!” Treymane braced on one elbow so she could grab for the brunette’s wrists. “Get outta my hair you nasty little bytcNNNGGGHHH!”
Luisa pivoted to one side and stomped down between Treymane’s shoulders which in turn drove her chest into the unforgiving edge of the apron.
THAT'S JUST RUDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0Y2Gp0z4bU
Arms spread wide, Campos turned around and sauntered to the far side of the squared circle. “Silver and gold are worthless these days, idiots! You want something TRULY valuable? Invest in Diamonds and Pearls!”
The boos that followed this admonition suggested a risky fiscal future for these FAWNatics, so Luisa returned her attention to the task of destroying Veronica Treymane. Strutting up on the beleaguered blonde as she pushed to one knee, Pearls snuggled in against opposing back and slipped her right arm beneath ‘Ronnie’s right bicep for a tight Half Nelson. “Here sweetie, I get the feeling it’s been a while.” Campos crooked her left hand into a claw, fitted it over the Dangerous Dame’s right breast and squeeeeeeeeeeezed until Treymane hissed with pain. “You can thank me by standing up.” Luisa continued to grope and maul even as she tried to power her rival to boot-leather. “And I’ll say you’re welcome by pointing that fat ass at the WHOOOAAAAAHH!”
Veronica’s right might’ve been secured in the Half Nelson, but it couldn’t stop her from palming the back of Campos’ skull. Nor could Pearls stop her from circling her left arm around brunette thigh before she powered to her feet. More angry than concerned following the loss of her perch, Luisa curled her right around Treymane’s waist, crossed her ankles and sent a strong constriction through the impromptu Scissors. Still working the Half Nelson and Breast Claw, Pearls wrenched up on the former and bore down on the latter to earn an infuriated hiss from the Destroyer. “What’s the matter honey, don’t like it?” the brunette sneered in Treymane’s ear. “Put me down and maybe, MAYBE I’ll let you keep your HEY! DON’T YOU DARE WHOOAAH-NNNNNGGGGGGHHH!”
Of no mind to entertain her opponent’s threats, ‘Ronnie hupped Luisa a little higher onto her back, then turned toward a far corner and broke into a bounding run. Marisol shouted at her partner to disengage and to Luisa’s credit, she did everything she could follow this order, unfortunately Treymane’s control over Campos’ thighs meant the black-clad battler didn’t go anywhere before Veronica whipped ‘round in a half circle and BWUUUUNGED her into the thinly-sheathed turnbuckles.
Pearls’ locks all popped at once, leaving her slumped in the corner with her arms thrown over the top strand to keep from crumpling to her tush. She was doing her best to draw a deep breath when the Pinstripe Powerhouse pivoted a quarter circle and snaked an arm between her thighs. From there it was little more than a shrug of those strong blonde shoulders to get Campos hoisted into a Fireman’s Carry. Diamonds didn’t much care for this development and she expressed her feelings quite loudly in hopes of distracting Treymane long enough for Pearls to recover. Unfortunately for both ladies the former World Champion moved like a woman possessed, Veronica paying the frustrated powerhouse no mind whatsoever as she stomped into the center of the ring.
“Little Daisy’s been a pain in my ass for months.” ‘Ronnie admitted to any and all FAWNatics within the sound of her voice. “You’d think that’d make our goodbyes something easy… but you’d be wrong.” The blonde dipped her knees, braced a hand against Campos’ chest and pushed up, slinging the Lightweight from Fireman’s Carry to Powerbomb-stall in the blink of an eye. Hands knotted tight in the depths of her opponent’s lap, Veronica abruptly spun in a half circle, then went up on her tiptoes and THAWHAMMED Campos down flat on her back courtesy of a ring-shivering Powerbomb!
‘Ronnie’s Hard Goodbye left Luisa’s shoulders smeared across the canvas so Craig swooped in to make a count only to come up with nothing because Treymane muscled the splattered brunette over onto all fours. NOW Veronica met Marisol’s furious gaze, the air between them practically smoking with shared disdain. After a moment Veronica nudged the top of Campos’ penitent skull with one boot and taunted, “Coach her now, sweetheart. See if you’re good enough to get her punk-ass off this mat.”
“F*ck you, puta.” Ayala replied with blunt hate. “She doesn’t need my--dammit.” Treymane spun away and hit the ropes at a dead run that grew that much deadlier on the return trip. Throwing herself into a spin that started on her right foot and finished on the left, the Neo-Noir Knockout hopped up and THWHACKED her left foot into the side of her opponent’s skull! Nearly blown out of her boots by that bolt of Chicago Lightning, Luisa Campos collapsed onto one side and would’ve been the perfect target for a cover if Treymane hadn’t peeled her off the mat with a handful of hair instead.
CHICAGO LIGHTNING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhNLlPy30iY
The hair-hold gave way to a Double Underhook before Long could complain about it, not that Veronica would’ve listened. Once her hands locked she planted her feet and shook Luisa from side to side, the Gorgeous Gangster just rag-dolling Pearls for a long five count while she kept her eyes locked on Marisol Ayala. Eventually the barbarous shaking transformed into a noticeably smoother swinging, ‘Ronnie muscling her burden left and right, left and right until she snapped all the way over and down, a smooth, merciless barrel roll that culminated with Luisa’s face and chest PLANTED full force against the canvas. Pearls slopped onto her back, a sludgy shadow of her former self thanks in no small part to the Daisy Cutter.
DAISY CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NvK1MwS-Ng
Treymane could’ve gone for the cover, probably should’ve gone for the cover, considering the problems she’d had with Diamonds & Pearls over the last couple of months. Long was already hovering over his charges, she could’ve hooked the far leg and drawn Luisa’s knee up to her chin for a count of thirty, let alone three… but she didn’t.
Instead she palmed the top of Campos’ head and yanked her to a seat. Snuggling in close, she cinched her left arm across Luisa’s throat to grip her own right bicep while that hand cupped the base of her opponent’s skull. “Sweet Dreams, Daisy.” the Pinstripe Powerhouse murmured as she bore down on the Sleeper with all her weight.
Luisa began to burble and squirm at once, the trapped brunette pawing and scrabbling at Treymane’s steely bicep with both hands. “ON YOUR FEET, LUISA!” Marisol pounded the apron with an open hand to get her friend’s attention. “GET UP AND YOU CAN MAKE IT TO THE ROPES!”
Campos made a soft, incredulous noise in the back of her throat, but damned if she didn’t plant her heels against the mat to push with everything she had left. The shift in leverage wouldn’t have been enough to get Treymane moving if she hadn’t wanted to, but she chose to oblige Luisa enough to let the Tag Specialist make it all the way to vertical. Pretty face showing an ugly shade of pink, Luisa attacked the blonde’s flanks with flagging elbows and when that didn’t work she tried to stamp on ‘Ronnie’s toes. ‘Tried’ being the operative word because the Magnificent Moll pulled her foot away, then made Campos pay with half a dozen Kneelifts pistoned directly to the glutes. Those jolts had the Brazilian’s legs on the verge of giving out, so ‘Ronnie hoisted her off the mat and spun around once, twice, three times, Pearls’ legs fluttering like banners of surrender right up until the moment Treymane dropped to one knee and THUMPED Luisa down on her butt.
Really pouring it on now, Veronica stretched her legs out behind and went up on tiptoe, the big blonde effectively in a three-point stance while The Big Sleep kept Campos’ forehead mere inches from the mat. No cheering or advice from Marisol now, Diamonds clutched the bottom rope in both hands, her knuckles showing a sickly, furious white.
Unaware of anything save Treymane’s crushing pressure, Luisa burbled softly for a few more seconds before she went slumped forward against the strain. A telltale tickle of drool on her forearm sent Veronica’s eyes to Craig for the briefest of instants. They were already locked back on Marisol when she said, “Check her, Sheamus. Little Daisy’s out cold.”
Long went to one knee, took the brunette’s right wrist and raised it over her head. When he let it go the limb dropped to mat like a dead power line.
“ONE!”
“LET HER GO YOU BYTCH!” Ayala bellowed after Luisa’s arm dropped a second time. “I MEAN IT TREYMANE! THIS IS BETWEEN YOU AND--”
CLANG!
The sound of the bell ended the match and the Sleeper in an instant, Veronica relinquishing the former so she could rise to meet Marisol, who’d exploded through the ropes well before the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knock-out… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
“Sides are finally even, Daisy.” ‘Ronnie chested into Diamonds, got the same treatment with infuriated interest. “Guess that means you’ll turn tail and run, right?”
“Fuck you, puta.” Marisol answered as she tried to walk straight through the former World Champ. “Back up right now or I’ll bury you so deep they’ll put you in the coma ward.”
Treymane didn’t yield so much as an inch. If anything she moved an closer to ensure Marisol knew she wasn’t going to claim any more territory without one hell of a fight. “First shot’s yours, Daisy.” the blonde murmured. “Consider it a Christmas present from me to you.”
“I don’t accept gifts from trash.” Diamonds explained. “But I do take tribute… and worship.”
“In your dreams, pun--”
Ayala shoved Treymane as hard as she could, got shoved in return and then the infuriated Destroyers were…pulled apart by half a dozen poorly-timed referees?
Humbug.
“This isn’t over puta! Not even close” Marisol seethed as the black & white tide hustled her out of the ring and up the ramp. “It doesn’t end until you’re drooling on my tits!”
“Wrong story, Daisy!” Treymane strained against her bonds, but made no progress. “This one ends with the Big Sleep and you slobbering on my arm just like Pearls did!”
The reminder stung Diamonds’ pride to no end and she surged against the refs in another unsuccessful effort. “I CHALLENGE YOU!” she roared at the blonde. “NO PINS, NO SUBMISSIONS, NO PARTNERS! JUST MY SLEEPER AGAINST YOURS, WITH A REAL LONG NAP FOR THE LOSER!”
“I ACCEPT!” Veronica answered with no hesitation whatsoever. “BRING THE WET WIPES BECAUSE YOU’RE GONNNA DROOL ALL OVER YOURSELF, BABY!”
Marisol was more than halfway up the ramp now, but it didn’t stop her from fighting to get free of her captors. But those damnable zebras held fast and it wasn’t long before they’d carted Diamonds through the curtain at the top of the stage. Freed from her own restraints after Ayala was out of sight for more than ten seconds, Veronica stomped over to Luisa and planted a foot on the slumbering brunette’s chest while offering up a stern double bicep flex.
“You’re up long past your bedtime, baby!” the blonde snapped at the hard camera. “So next time we’re in the ring I’ll have to tuck you in once and for all!”
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 swatted the curtain aside to post up atop the stage where she flicked her trenchcoat aside to reveal the replica Thompson braced against one thigh. Casting a glance across the upper deck, Treymane let her attention fall on the nearest camera before she said, “Make a note, people. Tonight marks the last FAWN appearance of Diamonds and Pearls. Because when the sun comes up tomorrow you’ll know them as Blood, Lead and Tears.” Threat delivered, 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 festive fracas with the Daisy that’d helped lay her low at Red, White & Bruised, the former World Champion wore a seasonal candy cane red & 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, while her boots were a matching red. 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.
“Fair warning, Sheamus.” Treymane told referee Craig Long as she handed over her pre-match accoutrements. “If Diamonds so much as looks at me wrong I’m going to stuff a bolt of Chicago Lightning down her throat.”
“I’ll make sure it doesn’t come to that, Veronica.” Craig replied with a confidence he didn’t quite feel.
“Don’t trouble yourself.” the blonde murmured after she’d settled in against the buckles. “Personally I hope she’s spoiling for a fight.”
“And introducing her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Marisol Ayala, hailing from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, she stands at five feet four inches and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds, she is pro-wrestling’s perfect Pearl… LUISA CAMPOS!”
MARISOL AYALA:
LUISA CAMPOS:
The curtains burst open as Diamonds & Pearls hit the stage in that order, so Luisa could better bad mouth everyone within the sound of her voice and Marisol could stare a hole through one Veronica Treymane. Once the crowd had been put in their properly trashy place, Campos honed in on the blonde and favored her with an evil grin. “You’re about to go oh and two, slut.” she promised. “If you’re lucky I won’t leave enough for Mari to play with.”
“Hey. You promised, Pearls.”
“Don’t worry, Diamonds. She’s NOT getting lucky.”
Supremely confident with that Diamond Strong back-up, Luisa sauntered down the aisle with Marisol trailing several steps behind. For her first singles battle with a former World Champion, Pearls sported a black velvet two piece, high cut on the hips. Two sets of three strings of pearls descended from between the cups of the top, one set running underneath each breast before connecting back to the strap underneath the arm. Pads at knee and elbow were matte black, though her black boots were polished to a shine that was properly pearlescent.
Resuming her running commentary as she traversed the ramp, Luisa made her way up the steel steps to the apron, but wouldn’t enter the squared circle until Craig came over and sat on the middle ropes. From there she went straight at the big blonde only to hit full reverse when Treymane came out to meet-- a low rumble of anticipation from those assembled when Marisol interposed herself between Treymane and Pearls.
“Back to your corner, ‘Ronnie.” the Puerto Rican stunner murmured with quiet contempt. “You don’t want this match thrown out before the bell, do you? No telling what we could do to your broken down ass if there weren’t rules to stop--”
“Get out of my face, tomato can.” Veronica interrupted. “Unless you want to be asleep before the bell--”
“You don’t f*cking intimidate me, Treymane.”
Marisol went nose to nose with Veronica much to the delight of the FAWNatics and the consternation of Craig Long. “C’mon Marisol, out of the ring. Don’t make me pull your manager’s license.”
“Kiss my ass, nerd.” Ayala answered without taking her eyes off the Dangerous Dame. “We’re not done, Treymane.”
“Good.”
Diamonds backed off, whirled around and stomped across the ring to share a fist-bump with the smaller brunette. “F*ck her up, Pearls.”
“And go easy on her? I don’t think so!”
Satisfied, Marisol slipped through the ropes and dropped to the floor, taking up a conspicuous position behind her friend and partner.
Credit the swagger of one Luisa ‘Pearls’ Campos. Though the tag specialist gave up four inches, twelve pounds and a World Championship run to her opponent, she didn’t so much as flinch when the bell sounded. It probably didn’t hurt to have Diamonds lurking on the outside, but Luisa didn’t spare her partner a backwards glance, she just made for the center of the ring like she owned it and the woman rapidly closing ground. “You think you’re big, chica?” Campos snapped at Treymane. “Think you’re bad? Well, you ain’t bad. You ain’t nothing!” Luisa stepped in and lashed out her right hand with a Bytch Slap that CRAAACKED across Veronica’s cheek.
What it did not do was twist the Pinstripe Powerhouse’s head to the side, not even a little bit. Pearls’ eyes went wide, then narrowed to hateful slots as set her feet and reared back for another sl--
‘Ronnie caught Luisa’s wrist a few inches shy of her face, then wrenched the brunette’s arm down and yanked her in for a Headbutt that THWHONKED right between the eyes! Campos’ knees shuddered as she reeled away from the Dangerous Dame, unfortunately Treymane still had possession of her wrist and was in no mood to let go. Dipping her knees after a single giant step backward, Veronica yanked / tugged Campos in and THWHUMPED her right knee into the smaller wrestler’s belly!
KITCHEN SINK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3YK7d0rvOI
An ‘oooooohhhh’ from the crowd as Luisa somersaulted over the impaling joint and landed flat on her butt in the middle of the canvas. Cracking a smile once she’d confirmed Marisol’s position outside the ring, ‘Ronnie ran the ropes in front of her seated foe, came back with a full head of steam and THWHACKED a Basement Big Boot flush against Campos’ pain-crimped face! Dropping to her knees a heartbeat after Luisa hit the deck, Treymane collected the far leg in a Back Press and folded Luisa up tight while Craig counted off…
BASEMENT BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-LJ9msoZY7E
ONE…
TWO…
Pearls powered free of the cradle simultaneous with ‘TWO’, then tumbled onto her belly to make sure ‘Ronnie couldn’t try for a second pin right away. These defensive maneuvers didn’t bother Treymane, indeed her smile grew that much wider when she peeled Campos off the mat with a double handful of togs and tresses. Pointing her burden toward an empty stretch of ringside aisle, Veronica was almost three quarters of the way across the ring when she wheeled around on a dime and went straight for Marisol Ayala.
Diamonds blinked in surprise but didn’t give up any ground which was ultimately a godsend for Luisa because the Neo-Noir Knockout hurled her over the top rope in an improvised Plancha that sent her hurtling down at Mari-- Ayala stretched her arms wide and plucked her partner from the air like she was little more than a bag of laundry. Eyes locked on the blonde, Marisol set Pearls down and murmured, “You ok, Luisa?”
“Fine.” Campos grumbled in the midst of ‘snapping’ her bottoms back into place. “Big bytch has cavewoman strength is all. Caught me by surprise.”
“What’s wrong, Daisy?” Veronica taunted. “Job too hard when you can’t just attack from behind?” The former World Champ sat on the middle rope, grabbed hold of the top and pulled it open to properly invite the Brazilian bombshell back into the ring. “C’mon in, I can turn around if that’d make you feel more comf--”
“Screw you, puta!” Luisa barked. “The only thing about you that scares me is those fat-ass pinstripes!”
‘Ronnie smirked, kissed the tips of her fingers, then swatted ‘em against her glutes.
Campos snarled but didn’t get a word in because Marisol stepped up beside her. “Why don’t you back off and let her get in the ring, tough girl? Unless maybe you’re afraid of a fair fight?”
The smile dropped offa Treymane’s features as she vacated her place in the strands. “What would you know about a fair fight, Daisy?”
“I know you can’t win one against me.”
Veronica seethed, made for the ropes and would’ve come straight for Marisol if Luisa hadn’t hopped onto the apron to intercept. Burying her hands in the bigger blonde’s hair, Campos jerked the Gorgeous Gangster’s face against the top rope and treated ‘em to an energetic three second scrubbing! “Not so bad now, huh? Pearls sneered. “Yeah, you’re nothing but trash compared to Diamonds and PearlEEEP!”
Veronica palmed the brunette’s head in both hands and lifted her off the apron, much to Campos’ surprise and displeasure. Treymane may have very well muscled Luisa all the way back into the squared circle if Marisol hadn’t grabbed hold of her ankles and pulled down hard enough for Luisa to ‘TWANG’ the Dangerous Dame’s throat across the rubber-coated steel in an impromptu Hot Shot!
“Hey! Knock that off, Marisol!” Craig ordered the big brunette even as Veronica reeled away with both hands pressed to her aching windpipe.
“I didn’t do anything but correct the cheating you ignored!” Diamonds replied. “Seeing as how you’re too intimidated to keep that bytch away from the ropes when Luisa’s trying to get in!”
“I mean it!” the ref warned. “Interfere one more time and I’ll throw you outta ringside!”
As for Campos herself she added no input to the argument, as she’d already hopped back to the apron and rushed to the corner that gave her the best angle of the breathless blonde. Leaping from the apron to the high-rent district in a single bound, Luisa waited until Veronica straightened up, then she let out a low whistle and took to the skies when Treymane turned her way. The Pinstripe Powerhouse got a vague impression of movement before Campos THWHAPPED both heels into her chest with a flawless Missile Dropkick!
MISSILE DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J1KWqKIoRQc
‘Ronnie got knocked flat, a position that offered her a brief view of the overhead lights before the world went dark because Luisa swung a leg over and sat down on her face! No urgency and certainly no respect in Campos’ cover, she simply beamed and laced her hands behind her head in the classic ’I own you’ pose while the official counted…
ONE…
TWO…
Veronica’s hands palmed the brunette’s glutes and pushed hard, Campos sent sprawling onto all fours with a full second to spare. “Oh yeah, I could get used to that REAL fast!” Luisa bounded to boot-leather, hurried back to ‘Treymane and managed to catch a double handful of blonde hair while the former champ was still on one knee. “I mean, Marisol said you smothered good, but I think she undersold OH NO YA DON’T!”
‘Ronnie reached up to claim Pearls’ wrists, so Luisa leapt up and dropped to her butt, an abrupt, violent shift that THWONKED Treymane’s forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood! Veronica hit hard but didn’t roll to her back, so Campos stayed right where she landed and scrrrrrrrruuubbbed the taller wrestler’s face across the canvas until Craig reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count!
SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ipu3nwhbpo
“I don’t know what you’re complaining about.” Luisa snarked to Long once she’d scraped the Neo-Noir Knockout off the mat. “That sort of exfoliating treatment would’ve been stupidly expensive at any quality spa and I performed it for free! And in a fraction of the time too!” Luisa’s beauty tips were lost on the zebra, so Pearls reeled the faltering femme fatale into a Front Facelock, then reached down and collected ‘Ronnie’s left leg in a standing Cradle. The FAWNatics buzzed at the audacious display, then roared when Luisa popped her hips and-- didn’t so much as budge the Dangerous Dame!
Scowling, Campos yoked up on the Front Facelock again, but a second attempt ended just like the first and she didn’t get a third because ‘Ronnie prized her leg free. Bearing down on the back of Luisa’s noggin to take control of the Facelock, Treymane helped herself to a handful of those black velvet bottoms, then powered Pearls directly overhead in a single smooth motion! Such a show of strength was always greeted with a roar of support and this one was no different, though ‘Ronnie didn’t acknowledge it because she was too focused on the twin cigarette burns between her shoulders. Knowing damned well that Marisol was staring a hole through her, the former FAWN World Champion turned in a half circle so she could meet the Puerto Rican powerhouse’s gaze directly.
“You got something to say to me, Daisy?”
“Not from out here, puta.” Marisol cooed.
“Then shut up and watch.” Those assembled for this Christmas Carnage were already beyond ‘SIX’ when the Dangerous Dame began to dip her hips in time with the count. Four deep squats got brought her all the way to ‘TEN!’, which was precisely the moment Treymane laid out and THAWHAMMED Luisa down on the thinly-sheathed canvas! Pearls’ legs shot up straight on the landing, but Veronica swatted the limbs aside for a snug Crossbody augmented by an aggressive forearm grrrrrrrrround against Campos’ cheekbone through…
DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tPsDm77DePM
ONE…
TWO…
Luisa twisted onto her hip and shoulder simultaneous with TWO’ to keep herself in the match. Perched on one knee beside the opposition, Treymane noted Campos’ glance in Ayala’s direction and swiftly redirected her attention with a slap across the back of the head. “Don’t look at her, short-stuff. She can’t help you in--”
Luisa rolled into the blonde, sat up and would’ve raked the hell out of her eyes if Veronica hadn’t intercepted with a Greco-Roman Knucklelock. Furious over the thwarted sneak attack, Campos reached for the blonde’s face with her other hand only to get that caught too! “Lumbering bytch.” she spat. “Get your goddamned hands offa NNNGGGHHH!”
Treymane took her across the bridge of the nose with another Headbutt, a swift, bludgeoning bit of nastiness that left Luisa arched backward over her own thighs. In no particular hurry to abandon the one sided Test of Strength, ‘Ronnie stood up and used the grips to drag Campos around in a half circle that left her feet pointed toward Ayala’s side of the ring. Thus satisfied with her arrangement, Treymane dropped Luisa’s wrists and strolled around to her feet, whereupon she very deliberately turned her back to Marisol. Still taking her time, she reached down, collected Pearls’ boots and tucked them beneath her armpits before locking her hands in an S-grip.
“C’mon Luisa!” Marisol slapped the apron with both hands in an effort to rouse her woozy partner. “Don’t let this nerd have her way with…” she trailed off into infuriated silence when the Pinstripe Pushover turned Campos onto her stomach, then stepped over and sat down deep, ‘Ronnie settling every bit of her near hundred and forty pounds against the small of Luisa’s back to really sink in the Boston Crab.
BOSTON DRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ueSPU8ARKw
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH GAAAWWD DAMMIT!” Pearls shrieked to raise the dead, her forehead and forearms pressed flat against the unyielding canvas.
“What do you say, Luisa?” Craig Long asked at once. “Do you want to me to call for the--”
“NO!” Campos barked. “No tacky pinstripe bytch is gonna beat meAAARRRRRRRRHHHHHHHH!”
Veronica leaned back in her mount, the Destroyer clearly happy to curl Luisa’s svelte frame into a perfect circle if need be. Interesting note: throughout this predicament Treymane’s attention was locked on Marisol Ayala. Diamonds’ fixation on her was just as strong and these two weren’t simply glaring daggers, this was a nonverbal knife fight to the death or a sneered insult, whichever came first. Eventually Marisol reached out and grabbed the middle rope but she proceeded no farther. “Let her go, puta. This is between you and me.”
“She made it between us the second she snapped my throat over the middle rope.” Veronica answered without shifting her position. “It’ll be about you and I once I’ve taught her some respect. Of course you could always do something about it if you’re really worried about her, Daisy.” Treymane inched up and slid back, moving her seat to atop the smaller wrestler’s shoulders.
“F*CKING BYTCH!” Luisa caught hold of her hair and tugged, Pearls doing whatever she could to distract from the spine-wrenching anguish.
On the outside Marisol bared her teeth, inched ever so closer to the apron. “You think I won’t come in there to slap my name right outta your mouth?” the big brunette murmured.
“I think you two should change your team name to Gutless and Soft, that’s what I think.” Veronica snapped.
That did it.
Ayala hopped onto the apron with absolutely no attempt at stealth, even so she was halfway through the ropes when Craig bustled over to get in her way. Smiling prettily as Diamonds fumed, the Neo-Noir Knockout tossed Campos’ right leg aside. Presumably this halving was too focus all her efforts on Luisa’s left leg but this wasn’t the case at all because ‘Ronnie (who was still staring a hole through Marisol) curled that free hand into a claw and affixed it between Campos’ thighs!
Diamonds bellowed in rage while Pearls sobbed in indignant anguish and Treymane enjoyed every bit (it was about five seconds in all) before she relinquished both holds and bounced to her feet. “Get your ass back to the floor, Daisy.” she barked loud enough to regain Ayala’s attention. “Everyone knows you won’t do a damned thing while the referee is actually watching!”
This did nothing to soothe Marisol’s nerves, yet ultimately she did return to the floor after flipping a double bird at the blonde. Treymane replied by brushing some invisible dirt from one shoulder, then cupped Luisa’s ears and muscled the wounded brunette to all fours. “Any second thoughts about running your mouth in my direction, Pearls?” Veronica asked Campos in the midst of sidling in against her left side.
“Uuuuuhhh… only sorry we didn’t leave your saggy has-been ass bleeding on the locker room floor NNNNNGGGHH!” The Dangerous Dame buried a Double Axehandle between the brunette’s shoulders to stifle that sass and to keep Luisa docile while she reached between the lightweight’s parted thighs and helped herself to Campos’ left wrist, which she promptly tugged back the way she’d come. With her next breath she leaned over Luisa’s back, hooked her left arm under opposing bicep and jerked her to boot-leather in a single powerful movement. For a moment it looked as though Campos was destined for some time in an Abdominal Stretch and indeed that probably would’ve been preferable to Veronica’s actual plan, which entailed muscling Pearls all the way to chest level. Holding her snug, she once again turned to Marisol, then went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee to THWHUMP the brunette atop the posted joint.
JOURNEY INTO FEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQ8bl-mcUds
Pretty face etched with pain following her harrowing Journey into Fear, Campos jolted offa Treymane’s leg and hit the mat with a heavy thud, whereupon she was immediately covered by the former World Champion. No half efforts from the Dame this time, she pounced across Luisa’s chest, caught both legs in a tight bundle and folded her in half, Pearls’ pert rump pointed at the lights while Craig and a whole chorus of carnage carolers sang…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Campos powered out from beneath with a half second to spare, though she made sure not to roll onto her belly and thus present her wounded back to the strong blonde. A solid strategy certainly but one that didn’t dissuade Treymane in the slightest. Filling her hands with the Brazilian’s dark hair, ‘Ronnie hauled the both of them to their feet, then switched over to a Wristlock and sent Luisa hurtling into a corner well away from her towering partner.
The Gorgeous Gangster set off hot on her heels, Veronica picking up a huge head of steam before she-- Luisa twisted into the landing and hopped into a seat on the top turnbuckle which gave her just enough time to drive a short kick into Veronica’s chin! Treymane staggered without going far which was just fine with Campos as it meant she didn’t have to overreach to secure a massive handful of blonde hair. Reeling the dizzied Dame into a Front Facelock, Pearls planted both feet against the middle rope and pushed off mightily, Luisa swinging ‘round in a violent half circle that’d plant ‘Ronnie’s head on the NO! The former FAWN World Champion braced both hands against Campos’ upper thighs to keep her suspended perpendicular to the big blonde. It was an awkward arrangement to be sure but Veronica didn’t have to hold it for very long, just to swing the brunette back to her original perch on the top turnbuckle.
Treymane celebrated Luisa’s safe landing by pounding a fist into the lightweight’s right flank until she was forced to release the Facelock. Grinning when she pulled free, Treymane plowed a straight right hand into the Brazilian’s taut midsection, then palmed her head in both hands and chided, “You’re coming with me, DaisyEEERRRRRGGHH!”
Campos fashioned her fingers into talons, all the better to raaaaaake down her opponent’s face! ‘Ronnie cleared off quickly enough to pull Luisa from the corner, but Pearls switched to a double fistful of hair to make sure she’d make it no farther. Ignoring the ref’s complaint about her tactics, Luisa raised her right knee as high as she could, ultimately bracing it against the taller wrestler’s face. From there she clambered onto the bottom rope then pushed off and out, the black-clad battler using every ounce of her weight to drive Treymane back and down, the Pinstripe Powerhouse getting THWHAM-THHUNKED by Pearls’ odd inversion of the standard Calf Branding.
INVERTED CALF BRANDING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WeSS2hp_dU
Veronica landed flat on her shoulders, those long legs kicking up like she’d endured a rather emphatic Powerbomb. As for Campos she somersaulted away to come up on one knee flashing a smile that shone white and sharp beneath the overhead lights. “Stay on her, Luisa!” Marisol cheered from her place outside. “Bytch is dumb, but she doesn’t stay down easy!”
A backhanded compliment that was far more accurate than either Diamonds or Pearls would’ve liked, deftly illustrated by the way Treymane powered to one knee and reached for the middle ro--
“AAAAAHHHH DAMMIT!” Veronica shrieked and pulled back her hand without finding any support because Campos rushed in and THWHACKED a vicious Soccer Kick against the underside of her forearm! “What do you think you’re reaching for, puta?” Luisa sneered in the midst of helping herself to a double handful of hair. “You really think rubber and steel is gonna help you when you’re battling Diamonds and PearlOOOFFHH BYTCH!”
Veronica jabbed a Back Elbow into Campos’ belly, doubling her over. What it did not do was free the blonde’s locks from Pearls’ grip and this proved most unfortunate as the Gorgeous Gangster was rising to her full height. She’d just set for another gut-churning elbow when Campos swung ‘round behind and swiftly sank to one knee, thus yanking Treymane down spine-first across the posted joint! Veronica bounced away to land in a facedown sprawl that put one hand far closer to the bottom rope than Luisa liked.
“You keep reaching for those ropes like they‘re gonna help!” Campos taunted in between delivering furious little stomps to her blonde’s buttocks, thighs and lower back. “Know what they’re actually gonna do? Just give you more time to think about how badly I’m whooping your--”
“Break.” ‘Ronnie grunted after she’d slid forward to get a hand around the bottom rope. “Kuuuhhh… keep your eyes on Ayala, Craig. She’s the real threat heEEERRRRRRRHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHK!”
Utterly humorless in the face of such blatant dismissal, Luisa Campos sat down on the blonde’s broad back, collected as much of her hair as she could, then slammed her face into the canvas and scrubbed back and forth like she was trying to eradicate a particularly stubborn stain! “WHAT WAS THAT, PUTA?” Campos bellowed down at the suffering Destroyer. “WHO’S THE REAL THREAT? WHO’S GONNA WIPE YOUR F*CKING FACE ALL OVER THIS MAT?”
Quite aware that Luisa had used up all his internal count and most of what would’ve been his usual warning, the ref simply stepped in beside the action and counted, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Peals sprang up, stomped Treymane’s back one more time, then made a show of peeling some blonde strands offa her palms before she scrubbed them clean on the referee’s striped shirt. “Don’t ever presume to order me around you grubby little urchin.”
Veronica paid this no mind, at the moment her only goal was to pull herself far enough under the bottom rope to prevent Campos from ‘washing’ her face for so much as another second. She was within heartbeats of this goal when a strong arm encircled the back of her head and pulled the startled grappler face-first into the fulsome furnace of unseen cleavage! Unseen to ‘Ronnie that was. Everyone else (ok, not Craig, who was understandably distracted by Luisa’s index finger waggling directly beneath his nose) got a perfect view when Marisol Ayala welcomed the Gorgeous Gangster into the Front Sleeper.
“Get used to this feeling, little girl.” Diamonds tucked her head so she could whisper in Treymane’s ear while keeping her eyes on the oblivious zebra. “Because this is your home now. And you’re only allowed out when I say so.”
With that she let go and stepped away, Ayala not sparing her victim a single backward glance as she adjusted her jacket and strolled back to less incriminating environs. Ending her harangue only after Marisol was good and clear of the vulnerable blonde, Luisa swept an aggravated hand over her foe and said, “Look at the lazy bytch, just loafing in the ropes while I’ve had to waste all this time and energy correcting you! She’s had more than enough time to recover so just keep your mouth shut!”
Satisfied that her tone brooked no refusal, Luisa shoved by the zebra and sauntered over to Treymane. With one foot planted on either side of the Pinstripe Powerhouse, Campos reached over the middle rope, took hold of Veronica’s hair and pulled up so that the back of her neck was bent awkwardly against the rubber-coated steel! “RRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!” Treymane braced on one elbow so she could grab for the brunette’s wrists. “Get outta my hair you nasty little bytcNNNGGGHHH!”
Luisa pivoted to one side and stomped down between Treymane’s shoulders which in turn drove her chest into the unforgiving edge of the apron.
THAT'S JUST RUDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0Y2Gp0z4bU
Arms spread wide, Campos turned around and sauntered to the far side of the squared circle. “Silver and gold are worthless these days, idiots! You want something TRULY valuable? Invest in Diamonds and Pearls!”
The boos that followed this admonition suggested a risky fiscal future for these FAWNatics, so Luisa returned her attention to the task of destroying Veronica Treymane. Strutting up on the beleaguered blonde as she pushed to one knee, Pearls snuggled in against opposing back and slipped her right arm beneath ‘Ronnie’s right bicep for a tight Half Nelson. “Here sweetie, I get the feeling it’s been a while.” Campos crooked her left hand into a claw, fitted it over the Dangerous Dame’s right breast and squeeeeeeeeeeezed until Treymane hissed with pain. “You can thank me by standing up.” Luisa continued to grope and maul even as she tried to power her rival to boot-leather. “And I’ll say you’re welcome by pointing that fat ass at the WHOOOAAAAAHH!”
Veronica’s right might’ve been secured in the Half Nelson, but it couldn’t stop her from palming the back of Campos’ skull. Nor could Pearls stop her from circling her left arm around brunette thigh before she powered to her feet. More angry than concerned following the loss of her perch, Luisa curled her right around Treymane’s waist, crossed her ankles and sent a strong constriction through the impromptu Scissors. Still working the Half Nelson and Breast Claw, Pearls wrenched up on the former and bore down on the latter to earn an infuriated hiss from the Destroyer. “What’s the matter honey, don’t like it?” the brunette sneered in Treymane’s ear. “Put me down and maybe, MAYBE I’ll let you keep your HEY! DON’T YOU DARE WHOOAAH-NNNNNGGGGGGHHH!”
Of no mind to entertain her opponent’s threats, ‘Ronnie hupped Luisa a little higher onto her back, then turned toward a far corner and broke into a bounding run. Marisol shouted at her partner to disengage and to Luisa’s credit, she did everything she could follow this order, unfortunately Treymane’s control over Campos’ thighs meant the black-clad battler didn’t go anywhere before Veronica whipped ‘round in a half circle and BWUUUUNGED her into the thinly-sheathed turnbuckles.
Pearls’ locks all popped at once, leaving her slumped in the corner with her arms thrown over the top strand to keep from crumpling to her tush. She was doing her best to draw a deep breath when the Pinstripe Powerhouse pivoted a quarter circle and snaked an arm between her thighs. From there it was little more than a shrug of those strong blonde shoulders to get Campos hoisted into a Fireman’s Carry. Diamonds didn’t much care for this development and she expressed her feelings quite loudly in hopes of distracting Treymane long enough for Pearls to recover. Unfortunately for both ladies the former World Champion moved like a woman possessed, Veronica paying the frustrated powerhouse no mind whatsoever as she stomped into the center of the ring.
“Little Daisy’s been a pain in my ass for months.” ‘Ronnie admitted to any and all FAWNatics within the sound of her voice. “You’d think that’d make our goodbyes something easy… but you’d be wrong.” The blonde dipped her knees, braced a hand against Campos’ chest and pushed up, slinging the Lightweight from Fireman’s Carry to Powerbomb-stall in the blink of an eye. Hands knotted tight in the depths of her opponent’s lap, Veronica abruptly spun in a half circle, then went up on her tiptoes and THAWHAMMED Campos down flat on her back courtesy of a ring-shivering Powerbomb!
‘Ronnie’s Hard Goodbye left Luisa’s shoulders smeared across the canvas so Craig swooped in to make a count only to come up with nothing because Treymane muscled the splattered brunette over onto all fours. NOW Veronica met Marisol’s furious gaze, the air between them practically smoking with shared disdain. After a moment Veronica nudged the top of Campos’ penitent skull with one boot and taunted, “Coach her now, sweetheart. See if you’re good enough to get her punk-ass off this mat.”
“F*ck you, puta.” Ayala replied with blunt hate. “She doesn’t need my--dammit.” Treymane spun away and hit the ropes at a dead run that grew that much deadlier on the return trip. Throwing herself into a spin that started on her right foot and finished on the left, the Neo-Noir Knockout hopped up and THWHACKED her left foot into the side of her opponent’s skull! Nearly blown out of her boots by that bolt of Chicago Lightning, Luisa Campos collapsed onto one side and would’ve been the perfect target for a cover if Treymane hadn’t peeled her off the mat with a handful of hair instead.
CHICAGO LIGHTNING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhNLlPy30iY
The hair-hold gave way to a Double Underhook before Long could complain about it, not that Veronica would’ve listened. Once her hands locked she planted her feet and shook Luisa from side to side, the Gorgeous Gangster just rag-dolling Pearls for a long five count while she kept her eyes locked on Marisol Ayala. Eventually the barbarous shaking transformed into a noticeably smoother swinging, ‘Ronnie muscling her burden left and right, left and right until she snapped all the way over and down, a smooth, merciless barrel roll that culminated with Luisa’s face and chest PLANTED full force against the canvas. Pearls slopped onto her back, a sludgy shadow of her former self thanks in no small part to the Daisy Cutter.
DAISY CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NvK1MwS-Ng
Treymane could’ve gone for the cover, probably should’ve gone for the cover, considering the problems she’d had with Diamonds & Pearls over the last couple of months. Long was already hovering over his charges, she could’ve hooked the far leg and drawn Luisa’s knee up to her chin for a count of thirty, let alone three… but she didn’t.
Instead she palmed the top of Campos’ head and yanked her to a seat. Snuggling in close, she cinched her left arm across Luisa’s throat to grip her own right bicep while that hand cupped the base of her opponent’s skull. “Sweet Dreams, Daisy.” the Pinstripe Powerhouse murmured as she bore down on the Sleeper with all her weight.
Luisa began to burble and squirm at once, the trapped brunette pawing and scrabbling at Treymane’s steely bicep with both hands. “ON YOUR FEET, LUISA!” Marisol pounded the apron with an open hand to get her friend’s attention. “GET UP AND YOU CAN MAKE IT TO THE ROPES!”
Campos made a soft, incredulous noise in the back of her throat, but damned if she didn’t plant her heels against the mat to push with everything she had left. The shift in leverage wouldn’t have been enough to get Treymane moving if she hadn’t wanted to, but she chose to oblige Luisa enough to let the Tag Specialist make it all the way to vertical. Pretty face showing an ugly shade of pink, Luisa attacked the blonde’s flanks with flagging elbows and when that didn’t work she tried to stamp on ‘Ronnie’s toes. ‘Tried’ being the operative word because the Magnificent Moll pulled her foot away, then made Campos pay with half a dozen Kneelifts pistoned directly to the glutes. Those jolts had the Brazilian’s legs on the verge of giving out, so ‘Ronnie hoisted her off the mat and spun around once, twice, three times, Pearls’ legs fluttering like banners of surrender right up until the moment Treymane dropped to one knee and THUMPED Luisa down on her butt.
Really pouring it on now, Veronica stretched her legs out behind and went up on tiptoe, the big blonde effectively in a three-point stance while The Big Sleep kept Campos’ forehead mere inches from the mat. No cheering or advice from Marisol now, Diamonds clutched the bottom rope in both hands, her knuckles showing a sickly, furious white.
Unaware of anything save Treymane’s crushing pressure, Luisa burbled softly for a few more seconds before she went slumped forward against the strain. A telltale tickle of drool on her forearm sent Veronica’s eyes to Craig for the briefest of instants. They were already locked back on Marisol when she said, “Check her, Sheamus. Little Daisy’s out cold.”
Long went to one knee, took the brunette’s right wrist and raised it over her head. When he let it go the limb dropped to mat like a dead power line.
“ONE!”
“LET HER GO YOU BYTCH!” Ayala bellowed after Luisa’s arm dropped a second time. “I MEAN IT TREYMANE! THIS IS BETWEEN YOU AND--”
CLANG!
The sound of the bell ended the match and the Sleeper in an instant, Veronica relinquishing the former so she could rise to meet Marisol, who’d exploded through the ropes well before the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knock-out… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
“Sides are finally even, Daisy.” ‘Ronnie chested into Diamonds, got the same treatment with infuriated interest. “Guess that means you’ll turn tail and run, right?”
“Fuck you, puta.” Marisol answered as she tried to walk straight through the former World Champ. “Back up right now or I’ll bury you so deep they’ll put you in the coma ward.”
Treymane didn’t yield so much as an inch. If anything she moved an closer to ensure Marisol knew she wasn’t going to claim any more territory without one hell of a fight. “First shot’s yours, Daisy.” the blonde murmured. “Consider it a Christmas present from me to you.”
“I don’t accept gifts from trash.” Diamonds explained. “But I do take tribute… and worship.”
“In your dreams, pun--”
Ayala shoved Treymane as hard as she could, got shoved in return and then the infuriated Destroyers were…pulled apart by half a dozen poorly-timed referees?
Humbug.
“This isn’t over puta! Not even close” Marisol seethed as the black & white tide hustled her out of the ring and up the ramp. “It doesn’t end until you’re drooling on my tits!”
“Wrong story, Daisy!” Treymane strained against her bonds, but made no progress. “This one ends with the Big Sleep and you slobbering on my arm just like Pearls did!”
The reminder stung Diamonds’ pride to no end and she surged against the refs in another unsuccessful effort. “I CHALLENGE YOU!” she roared at the blonde. “NO PINS, NO SUBMISSIONS, NO PARTNERS! JUST MY SLEEPER AGAINST YOURS, WITH A REAL LONG NAP FOR THE LOSER!”
“I ACCEPT!” Veronica answered with no hesitation whatsoever. “BRING THE WET WIPES BECAUSE YOU’RE GONNNA DROOL ALL OVER YOURSELF, BABY!”
Marisol was more than halfway up the ramp now, but it didn’t stop her from fighting to get free of her captors. But those damnable zebras held fast and it wasn’t long before they’d carted Diamonds through the curtain at the top of the stage. Freed from her own restraints after Ayala was out of sight for more than ten seconds, Veronica stomped over to Luisa and planted a foot on the slumbering brunette’s chest while offering up a stern double bicep flex.
“You’re up long past your bedtime, baby!” the blonde snapped at the hard camera. “So next time we’re in the ring I’ll have to tuck you in once and for all!”