Post by dsb on Feb 11, 2020 0:40:32 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and it is a SLEEPER CHALLENGE! This means no pin-falls, no submissions, no count outs or disqualifications, the competitors can only win via knock-out with their chosen hold. 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 has chosen the traditional Sleeper Hold, this is Magnificent Moll… 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. Gaze much flintier than normal, ‘Ronnie trained her attention on the nearest camera to issue a stern warning. “Stay in the back, Campos. Stay WELL in the back. Because if you stick your nose in our business, this…” Treymane raised the Thompson and lit up the aisle with a blistering line of pyro. Once it was done she blew smoke off the barrel and finished, “…will be the very least of your concerns.” Position made clear, the Dangerous Dame dropped the barking iron to her side and made quick time toward the squared circle.
For this somnolent showdown with the Diamond-plated Daisy, the Neo-Noir knockout wore her usual charcoal gray and white 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 gray. Hurrying 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.
Said coat immediately went to referee Al Carpenter, who folded it over one forearm with a certain degree of reverence. “Hope you’ve got that uniform scotch-garded, Shamus.” Treymane told him. “Because there’s gonna be a lot of Diamond drool on it before I’m finished with that punk.”
“Eeeeww, that’s gross, ‘Ronnie. I think I’ll just make sure to keep out of thee, ahem, splash zone.”
Veronica cringed, then grinned. “Good idea, Al. But you won’t have anywhere to run if I get that bytch hooked as tight as I can.”
Al was wondering if he should’ve worn long sleeves for this match when the Announcer began again. “And introducing her opponent, 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 has chosen the Front Sleeper, this is MARISOL ’DIAMONDS’ AYALA!”
LUISA CAMPOS:
MARISOL AYALA:
The curtains burst open as Diamonds & Pearls hit the stage, the latter playing vanguard for the Puerto Rican Powerhouse. The ballistic tandem hadn’t even reached the top of the ramp when Ayala reached out and laid a hand on Campos’ shoulder. Luisa turned around, her features showing surprise, then understanding when Marisol murmured in her ear. Offering her friend a nod and a swat on the rump, Pearls said, “Put her tired ass to sleep, Mar.” then headed back through the curtain while Diamonds stormed down the ramp.
For her second battle with depleted dame, the Destroyer class 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.
Ignoring anything and everything that wasn’t Veronica Treymane, Ayala took a hard left at the foot of the ramp to make her way up the steel steps to the apron. Marisol’s leather jacket came off a heartbeat after she passed through the ropes, which is not to say she simply tossed it aside because that wasn’t true at all. Rather, Diamonds strode straight at the waiting blonde and hurled that doffed attire at her face!
I say ‘at’ rather than ‘into’ because the Dangerous Dame was keyed up to an equal degree and, suspecting just such an approach from her adversary, managed to swat it aside within inches of its destination. Didn’t stop Ayala’s forward march however, she simply chested into the former World Champion with enough force to drive Treymane against the buckles.
“Like how that feels, puta?” Marisol barked over the official’s protestations. “Better get used to it now because they’re gonna be up in your face ALL NIGHT LONGGHHH!”
Veronica cinched her arms around the brunette’s waist, muscled her off her feet and whipped ‘round in a half circle to slam Marisol against the buckles she’d so recently occupied. More than welcome to match Diamonds in a show of topside firepower, Treymane pressed in tight and snapped, “Who do you think you are, Daisy? Mouthing off to me like some brat in need of a spanking and a nap.” ‘Ronnie caught a handful of hair, wrenched Marisol’s head back and leaned in so their noses were touching. “Good news. You’ll get both before I’m finished with--”
“Enough, Enough!” Al Carpenter hooked an arm around Veronica’s midsection and managed to prize her away from Marisol, though not without a great deal of effort. “Dammit Marisol, get to your corner, I have to go through final inspec--”
Ayala stormed outta the corner to THWHACK a straight right hand offa Treymane’s jaw! The blonde’s legs gave a shimmy but that didn’t stop her from TWHAPPING a heavy Forearm Smash off Marisol’s hulking cleavage! Diamonds gave a little ground, so the Gorgeous Gangster squirmed her way from the zebra’s grip and muttered, “Neither of us snuck anything in in our trunks, Shamus. Just ring the damn beLLOOOFFFFHHWHOOAAANNNGGGHH!”
Noting Treymane’s brief distraction, Marisol drove a charging shoulder into the pit of her opponent’s stomach, then muscled her up onto said shoulder and raced to the other side of the ring so she could BWUUUNG Veronica into the roughly-padded steel. Baring her teeth at the clang of the bell, Ayala took the top rope to either side of the blonde and reared back on her heels just to hurtle in full speed ahead once, twice, three times! Maintaining proximity after the third miniature Avalanche, Marisol grrrrrrrrrooound her chest back ‘n forth against the opposition and sneered, “You’re gonna put me to sleep? YOU’RE gonna put me to sleep? Don’t THINK SO, washout. The only thing you’re gonna do tonight is paint my juggs with a nice coat of slobbHHHRRRRGGGHH!”
Veronica looped her arms around the Puerto Rican Powerhouse’s waist and simply lifted her off her feet with a gut-churning Bear Hug! More than happy to battle in the close confines Marisol seemed to crave, Treymane twisted her hips to reverse their positions and once again smear the brunette against the corner. Hug still in place, she pivoted into Ayala and brought her right leg up, just THWHUMPING the broadside of her thigh into the other wrestler’s abdomen. Two more shots got Marisol’s hands out of her hair, so ‘Ronnie draped both arms over the top rope which allowed her to reach across her own chest (right hand effectively patting her left shoulder) and then lay lightning across Marisol’s cleavage with a scintillating Knife-Edge Chop!
Ayala groaned, went to draw one arm across for protection, but Treymane pumped a knee into her gut then set that arm right back where it had been so she could set to work cra-cra-cra-CRAAACKING Diamonds’ reddening rack! “AAAAHHHH F*CK!” Marisol bellowed as Veronica finally let her cover up. “Nasty slut, I’m gonna make you wish you’d--”
A resounding cheer from the sold-out crowd when Treymane filled her hands with Marisol’s heavy curves and squeeeeeeeeezed! “Make me what, Daisy?” the blonde asked as Ayala stamped a foot against the mat to distract herself from the claw. “Make me wish I’d dropped you on your ass the second you and Campos mouthed off to me in the locker room? Too late, I already NNNRRRGGGHH!”
Marisol smashed a short Headbutt against her attacker’s cheek, then swatted those claws away and grabbed a double handful of hair so she could reverse their positions yet again. She’d just stuffed a hand into Treymane’s stunned mug when Carpenter stepped in and said, “C’mon ladies, you need to get it out of the corner at--”
“GET YOUR GODDAMNED HANDS OFF ME!” Ayala tore herself away from the blonde to chase the startled official almost halfway across the ring! “NO DQ’S TONIGHT, ASSHOLE! THAT MEANS YOU DON’T DO SHYT UNTIL SHE’S TAKING A NAPNGHH!”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse stomped outta the corner to drop a rough Double Axehandle across the nape of her opponent’s neck. “Don’t yell at the help, Daisy.” Treymane huffed as she helped herself to a huge handful of dark hair. “I don’t want you running out of breath too soOOOOOWWWW!”
Marisol crooked her hands into claws and raked ‘em both down the blonde’s unsuspecting face! Veronica shrieked, went to push Diamonds away and got snagged in a Wristlock instead. A single ugly yank reeled ‘Ronnie into a Headbutt between the eyes, which in turn meant she offered no resistance when Ayala doubled down on the Wristlock and sent her into the opposite corner with a vindictive Irish Whip. Very much aware of her surroundings despite those stinging peepers, Treymane spun into the Whip so she went into the buckles with her back, rather than her sternum. Wasn’t anyone’s idea of a pleasant end and it only got worse when Diamonds roared in and THAWHAMMED her against the unforgiving corner with a fulsome Avalanche Splash!
“Yeah, that’s right puta, take a good long look.” Ayala cooed when the blonde’s chin dipped into the southern slope of her décolletage. “Soon you won’t be able to see anything else.”
Veronica only groaned, so Marisol snatched her wrist a second time, then cleared off and dropped a shoulder to sling her across the squared circle with another Irish Whip. The subsequent Avalanche Splash hit just as hard as the first, perhaps a little harder since Treymane was still sucking wind when it connected. “Yeah, now you’re starting to get it.” Marisol mounted, the bottom rope, wrapped her arms around the back of Veronica’s noggin and pulled her into the evening’s first Front Sleeper. “Ropes aren’t going to save you tonight, sleepy!” Ayala giggled over the Treymane’s muffled protests. “Gonna have to fight out if you don’t wanna go ouDAMMIT!”
Veronica answered with a counter-hug that prized Marisol off the ropes and planted an awkward knee against her inner thigh. It wasn’t quite an Inverted Atomic Drop, yet it was enough to make Ayala abandon the smother for a double fistful of hair and the Headbutt between the eyes that followed. Veronica’s legs trembled, grew downright unsteady when Marisol sent her backpedaling to the buckles with a rough two-handed shove. There wasn’t much more than a few long strides separating them, yet Diamonds still managed an impressive head of steam before she leapt and TWHACKED a resounding Forearm Smash across the blonde’s jaw!
Treymane’s head snapped to the side, all the better for Ayala to lean in real close. “Don’t worry, puta. I’ll get back to humbling those weak tits soon enough!
On that unpleasant note she turned around and raced across the ring accompanied by a surprised roar from the crowd. This reaction proved a little surprising as Diamonds didn’t believe the majority of those assembled smart or discerning enough to appreciate her obvious superiority. Even so, she showed the tiniest hint of a smile when she whipped around in the opposite corner to “UUUNNNGGGGHHH!”
Turned out the FAWNatics weren’t cheering for her at all, but the blonde who’d followed hot on her heels the whole way. With nowhere to go Ayala was smashed between a rock and a hard(body) place, the curvaceous brunette losing her wind in a single curt exhalation as she was buried beneath Treymane’s vindictive Avalanche Splash. “Hear that, Daisy?” Veronica murmured in Marisol’s ear. “How those people get so much louder each and every time I kick your ass? Well I hope you brought ear plugs because they’re gonna be deafening by the time this match is over.”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse pushed off with a rude little forget me not shove to Ayala’s rack, spun on her heel and ran back to where she’d started presumably to erase the rest of the Splash deficit. However the blonde’s intentions would remain shrouded in mystery because Marisol cadged the very trick she’d just suffered, the Puerto Rican powerhouse roaring after ‘Ronnie to smash the surprised battler with her third Avalanche Splash the instant she turned around! Catching a handful of those long blonde locks immediately thereafter, Marisol shook Treymane’s head from side to side while peppering her cheeks with quick, taunting slaps.
“You think I give a damn about the noise they make, puta?” Ayala sneered. “I HOPE they’re loud. I hope they scream themselves hoarse pleading for you to get out from under my juggs. I hope they’re the last thing you hear before you f*cking black out!”
With that she slapped Veronica’s mouth one more time, then stepped aside and slung the Dangerous Dame outta the corner by the nape of her neck. Wasn’t nearly enough momentum to get her to the other corner but that was fine, Treymane had enough left in the knees to reach the middle of the ring and that was exactly where Ayala wanted her. Leaving the corner at a sharp diagonal, Marisol bounced off the ropes to ’Ronnie’s right and came hurtling in with a Spear pointed at the former World Champ’s navNO! Veronica couldn’t get out of the way so she actually stepped forward and lashed out her left foot to THWHACK Diamonds between the eyes!
Marisol reared back on her heels, arms windmilling wildly as she fought to keep her balance. It was at this inviting target that Treymane leapt, the big blonde Destroyer just unloading with a Superman-style Forearm Smash that took Marisol across the jaw with another resounding THWHACK!
MOLLICIOUS FOREARM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=peqvNkCOmh8
Ayala’s head snapped back and she crumpled to one knee only to earn some grudging applause when she immediately fought back to verti-- Veronica laced her hands around the back of Marisol’s noggin and wrenched it down and to the side, forcing the brunette to double over in the grasp of a painfully simple Cravate.
Though she’d been badly rattled by the Dame’s counterattacks, Ayala refused to simply stand and take punishment, thusly she grabbed hold of Veronica’s waistband to ensure she couldn’t skitter away from the half a dozen weary punches she plowed into blonde navel. “Thuuu… these your best shots, Treymane?” Ayala huffed. “I thought you were supposed to be a big, strong bytcNGH!”
The Magnificent Moll jerked her foe’s head down and brought her left knee up, the two meeting in the middle with a satisfying thunk. “Stronger than you, baby.” Veronica confirmed following another twist / Kneelift pairing. “You know it’s true, even if it eats you up inside to admit eeeerrrrrhhhhh… let go, Marisol. Right now!”
Marisol grimaced and tugged up on the wedgie, earning another pained grunt from her adversary and a cheeky little cheer from those assembled. Jerking the distended material from side to side even as she resumed punching blonde belly, Diamonds snarled, “You’re not stronger than me, puta. No one in that locker room is stronger than AAARRRRHHHUUUNNNNGGGHH!”
Irritated by the wedgie and angered by the brunette’s mouth, Veronica put a stop to both by dipping deep and popping her hips, an explosive rearrangement that took Marisol up, over and down onto the back of her head and shoulders as the victim of a Cravate Suplex! The stunned brunette skidded a little ways before flopping onto her belly, Ayala instinctively fighting to get off her back even though tonight’s rules rendered pin-falls null and void.
CRAVATE SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D-TJcUWcix8
Elsewhere, Veronica Treymane spun to one knee and gingerly flicked her trunks back into a more comfortable arrangement. “Gotcha on the mat now, Daisy.” the blonde murmured once she was back on her feet and closing on the prone Powerhouse. “Time we found out what Diamond Strong really means.”
No response from Ayala, which explained Treymane’s rather measured approach. Closing in from the right, Treymane picked up the pace in the last few steps before she kicked her left leg out straight and crashed to the canvas to THWHUMP the majority of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds across the back of Marisol’s neck in a Leg Drop. Ayala spat a curse and rolled onto her back. “Goddamn, get those cottage cheese legs offa me, TreymanHHHRRRGGGHHHH!”
Sidling in so she was snug against the brunette’s left flank, ‘Ronnie laid claim to Marisol’s left arm and pulled it out straight so she could trap it between her thighs in an impromptu Figure Four. Once that was secure she cinched her left arm around the back of the Puerto Rican’s head, clasped her hands and yoked up on a particularly stern Headlock.
ARM-TRAP HEADLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1bcrDj4bmA
“You sure running your mouth is the best play right now, Daisy?” Veronica asked as her opponent’s boots began a pained, frustrated tattoo on the canvas. “Headlock’s not that far from a Sleeper, wouldn’t take much to OW, bytch, let go right now!”
Marisol, who’d buried her right hand in Treymane’s tresses for some hearty pulling, did no such thing. Indeed she twined that much more hair around her intruding fingers and pulled even harder. “Nothing comes for free, puta. You want out? You’re gonna have to break this holEERRRRHHHH!”
The Dangerous Dame leaaaaaaaaaned back to peel Ayala’s head and shoulders off the mat, a move that greatly increased the strain on the brunette’s neck. After several seconds of this Veronica halved the Headlock and PWAAAKED a stiff right hand to her opponent’s forehead. The unprotected shot was enough to free her locks from Marisol’s grip so she resumed the Headlock full force and squeezed tighter than ever, the former FAWN World Champion clearly savoring the chance to punish the woman that’d been gunning for her ever since she’d returned.
“Get out of the hold, Marisol.” ‘Ronnie demanded after the other wrestler let out a frustrated little squeal. “Get out or tap out, but stop wasting my tiEEERRRRRRHHHH! That really how you want it, Daisy?”
Ayala squeezed the Breast Claw that much tighter, her well-manicured nails digging deep into the blonde’s bounty. “I want it any way that’ll make you hurt, ‘Ronnie.” the brunette spoke her rival’s name with poisonous disdain. “Hasn’t your stupid ass figured that out yetMMRRRPPPPPHHHHHHH!”
The Neo-Noir Knockout wrenched Marisol’s noggin off the mat again, only this time she stuffed Diamonds’ surprised mug against the curve of the very breast she was mauling! Grinning despite the brunette’s clenching fingers, Treymane looked around the ring in search of Al Carpenter. “She can’t tap to this, right Shamus?”
Al nodded. “Correct. According to the rules that I didn’t get to reiterate, Marisol has to win with the Front Sleeper and you have to win with the Sleeper Hold.”
“Perfect.” Veronica emphasized her pleasure by wrenching the Headlock back ‘n forth until a flailing Marisol had to relinquish her claw to push, shove and otherwise swipe at the blonde’s chin. Treymane craned her head to the side to avoid the worst of it, then surged forward and down to bounce the back of Ayala’s skull against the deck while continuing the juggy force-feeding. “Not so fun from that side is it, Daisy?” the blonde asked with a satisfied little growl. “Though I have to admit I can see why you get such a thrill outta RRRGGGGHHH!”
‘Ronnie bared her teeth in anger and pain as Marisol filled one hand with hair and yanked hard enough to make her eyes water. Smile gone now, Treymane squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed, all the muscles in her shoulders and biceps shredding into sharp relief while she continued to suffocate the struggling tag specialist. “Let go of my hair, Daisy. Unless you want me to choke you senseless before I put you to OOOOOWWWWWW SHYT!”
The Headlock melted like a sandcastle in the rain as Treymane’s hands flew to her own hair for a couple heartbeats of frantic tugging before they curled into fists that pounded away at the brunette’s head and shoulders. Understandably preoccupied with her mouthful of blonde bust, Ayala soaked up the first few blows, then managed to get hold of Treymane’s wrists. Wrenching Veronica’s arms out to the side, Marisol continued to chew even as she sat up and clambered to her knees.
From there she swung a leg over the Gorgeous Gangster’s waist and effectively crawled into her lap to force Veronica onto her back. Smiling as her opponent’s wails grew all the louder, Ayala abruptly forced Treymane’s hands straight overhead, then spat out her prize and reared up on her knees just to THWHUMP a heavy, vindictive Butt Bomb into the pit of blonde stomach.
Veronica ‘oooofffhed’, then ‘oooofffhed’ again as Diamonds repeated the oxygen depleting tactic. She was fighting to regain her breath when Marisol leaned in nose to nose. “So you wanna go at my rack, huh puta? You go right ahead, but I’m gonna do the same. Which means I’m going to DESTROY your pathetic tits!”
Treymane squirmed and bucked, but Ayala’s mount was too high and too tight. “Eeerrrhhh… it’s gonna take more than your pointy little rat’s teeth to beat meAAAAAAAWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHK!”
Marisol released her hold on the blonde’s wrists so she could sit up and ‘smeck’ those greedy hands down atop Treymane’s breasts! “DIAMOND TIPPED CLAWS, SLUT!” Ayala bellowed down at her suffering adversary. “THAT’S WHAT’S RIPPING THESE SAD SACKS APART!”
Veronica didn’t answer with words, rather she clamped down on Marisol’s wrists and squeezed with all her might. The Puerto Rican Powerhouse smirked in amusement at the resistance, then anger as her grip began to give way! “Duuuuhhh… diamond-tipped, my ass.” she groaned. “I’m stronger than you and we both know NNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Not about to give up her grip until she was damned sure ready, shifted all of her weight onto her left knee so she could slot the right between Veronica’s thighs with a meaty THUMP. Treymane’s face went pale, her hands abandoning Marisol’s claws to venture toward her throbbing center. Knees dug deep into the other wrestler’s ribs, Ayala halved the claw grip so she could alternately slap and mash Veronica’s pained features. Then it was right back to the Iron Claw, Diamonds rotating her wrists from side to side while her fingers constantly pulsed and dug at the defenseless breast meat. “Go on and submit, puta. Scream it out! SOB it out! You’re still not gonna leave this ring until you’ve gone to sleep beneath the most dangerous rack in all of FAWN!”
“Errrrhhhhhh… you’re delusional, Daisy.” ‘Ronnie rasped through gritted teeth. “Pandora’s got the most dangerous rack title shored up and you remember what I did to her, don’t--”
CRAAACK! CRA-CRACK!
Marisol abandoned her grip to clout Veronica’s face with a gaudy wind-up Bytch Slap immediately followed by a stereo Overhand Slap delivered to the blonde’s scorched cleavage. The Pinstripe Powerhouse sobbed, then crossed her arms over her chest to protect against further punishment.
Grinning from ear to ear in the wake of this display of dominance, Diamonds filled her hands with Veronica’s sweat-damp hair and returned to verticality with the woozy blonde in tow. “Don’t think I’m finished with these yet, puta. Marisol explained in the midst of swatting the undersides of her foe’s breasts. “There’s just plenty more I wanna hurt first!”
Treymane tried to put a stop to the brunette’s plans with a lurching clench, but Ayala stuffed it with a shoulder to the sternum, then grabbed hold of the blonde’s left wrist and hurled her into the nearest corner with a stiff Irish Whip. Unlike the earlier trips to the corner, Marisol remained posted up in the center of the squared circle while ‘Ronnie BWUUUNGED against thinly--padded steel. This turned out to be a prudent choice not because the blonde came off the buckles with any explosive counter but because the force of it sent her stumbling and staggering into the outstretched arms of her beaming attacker!
Quick to slip her right arm between Treymane’s thighs, Marisol slipped her other arm over the Gorgeous Gangster’s right shoulder and hupped her up into position across her chest. With her burden secure she spun ‘round in a full circle to make sure the crowd saw her pinching and patting ‘Ronnie’s tush. After a full rotation she stopped on a dime and whipped in the opposite direction before she dropped to her knees to THWHAM Treymane to the deck with a huge Spinning Power Slam!
DIAMOND SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QAuX9_O_oyo
The Dangerous Dame shuddered on impact and instinct demanded Ayala snuggle in for a cover, but Diamonds only tossed her leg aside and scrambled to boot-leather. No theatrics now, the Puerto Rican Powerhouse hit the strands at a flat run and came back just as fast to ensure maximum momentum when she leapt into the air and came THWHUMPING down across her foe’s midsection! The Big Splash popped Treymane’s legs into the air, so Marisol swatted them down got to her feet and ran the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Her second Big Splash landed as forcefully as the first, if the jolt that passed through Veronica’s frame was any indicator. Some of the more salacious FAWNatics urged Diamonds to secure the Jugg Smother on the spot, a suggestion she dismissed with a derisive middle finger. Rising to her full height beside the breathless grappler, Ayala seized hold of Veronica’s wrist and ankle and draaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her several feet closer to the nearest corner.
“Don’t think about going anywhere, puta.” Marisol teased once she’d dropped Treymane’s limbs. “We’re not finished yet.” With that she stomped to the corner, dipped out onto the apron and climbed into the high rent district. This brought a fresh round of cheers from the Treymane Gang, as did the double birds pointed in their heroine’s direction. Alas Marisol only made a show of adjusting her ‘girls’ before she leapt out into the void and leaned all the way back while simultaneously drawing her knees up to her chest for a sternum-crushing SentNO!
Veronica pulled her knees up to her chest and grit her teeth for a gawdawful collision that hurt her almost as much as it hurt Diamonds. Speaking of whom, Marisol bounced away from the impact and rolled onto one side, her near fetal position closely mirroring that of her twice-splashed opposition.
Quick to take up a position between his grounded charges, Algernon Carpenter looked from Diamonds to Dame and back again several times to see if either would haul herself to boot-leather. When neither did, he began to count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX…”
Ayala and Treymane rolled away from one another, pressed their palms to the mat and rose to all fours. This alone wasn’t enough to halt the official’s count and technically it should’ve progressed even after they’d made it to all fours, however Carpenter knew the brass (and far more importantly, the fans) would’ve flayed him for count out decision so he shut up at “EIGHT!” which just so happened to be the precise moment when blonde and brunette locked eyes.
“Whuuu… why ya breathing so hard, Daisy?” Veronica growled. “Starting to realize your best shots aren’t gonna be enough?”
“Hell no.” Marisol snapped back. “I’m just excited about jugging your overrated ass the f*ck to sleep.”
Treymane raked both hands through her hair, got an audible ‘ooooohhh’ from the crowd when she flicked a mist of sweat in her opponent’s direction. “Hard talk from a soft bytcHHEERRRRHHH!”
Ayala closed without getting up, the curvy battler snatching a huge handful of hair to distract ‘Ronnie from the vengeful right hand she shoveled into the blonde’s stomach. Veronica’s groan transformed into a pained wheeze as Marisol drew her into a crushing Bear Hug, Diamonds pulling her pinstriped prey as close as their respective anatomies would allow. Hands knotted against the hollow of Treymane’s lower back, Ayala snuggled in close and made a point to sink her teeth into the side of Veronica’s neck for a few seconds before she cooed, “You think it’s hard to breathe now, puta? Just wait until you’re huffing and puffing beneath my juNNNGGGHHH!”
The Neo-Noir Knockout made her pay for the encroachment with a crude albeit effective sort of sideways Headbutt that clonked against the brunette’s temple. Marisol’s grip loosened considerably, though Treymane made no effort to free herself from the Hug. Instead she raised her arms high overhead, then brought them down so that her elbows jabbed against Ayala’s biceps. “Slippery bytch.” Marisol hissed in the midst of fighting to regain her original grip on the blonde. “You’re not getting out that easOOOHHHHHFFFHH!”
Treymane slipped her arms beneath the brunette’s pipes and locked on a counter Hug that had the Puerto Rican Powerhouse tossing her head back in breathless anguish. “You wanna keep me locked up, Daisy?” ‘Ronnie’s tone was just as malicious and taunting as her opponent’s had been. “You’re gonna have to build a stronger prisoNNOOOWWWWWW GODDAMMIT!”
Marisol raaaaaaaaaaaked Veronica from buttocks to shoulders no less than three times before she caught a double handful of those pinstriped briefs and pulled like she meant to saw the former World Champion up the middle. “This is no prison, honey.” Ayala’s breath was hot and mean in Treymane’s left ear. “It’s a grave. And I’m going to bury you DEEPHHUUNNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Diamonds’ wail commingled with ‘Ronnie’s, the blonde bellowing in both pain and rage as she redoubled her efforts on the Bear Hug! “Luuuuuhhhh… leggo puta, or I’ll pull this tacky shyt over your head.” Marisol groaned.
“Hrrrrrgghhh… how… how about you let go and I don’t break your ribs like matchsticAAAAAAHHH STAAAAAAAAAHPPPUUUUFFFHHH!”
Infuriated by the painful stalemate, Ayala gouged the point of her chin into the side of Treymane’s neck, a tactic that proved mere precursor to sinking her teeth into the Gorgeous Gangster’s cheek!
Veronica abandoned the Hug in a desperate effort to prize Marisol away from her face, alas this dereliction allowed the brunette to bowl the other wrestler onto her back with Diamonds landing atop her in a rough Full Body Pin. Giving up her rival’s trunks the instant she achieved the mount, Marisol caught Treymane’s wrists and slammed her hands against the canvas even as she slid up and pressed in, the buxom brunette finally securing the dreaded Front Sleeper on her struggling opposition.
“BREATHE IT IN!” Marisol screamed in an overjoyed frenzy as she fought to tie Veronica’s stems down with a Double Leg Grapevine. She achieved this goal a few seconds later and was delighted by the squeal that reverberated against her cleavage when she wrenched the blonde’s legs apart. Falling curiously quiet now that victory was within her grasp, Marisol spread her weight as evenly as she could while working her shoulders from side to side to ensure that ‘Ronnie’s slobbering face wasn’t just sealed, but buffed as well. Head tilted so she could press one cheek to the crown of Treymane’s fevered skull, Ayala teased the blonde with a kiss, then murmured, “Fight it all you want, puta, we both know you’re done.” she leaned in and rolled her shoulders in a saucy little shimmy that put even more jugg weight on those buried features.
Beneath her, Veronica tossed and squirmed, though she made no effort to get her shoulders off the mat, a detail that irked Ayala ever so slightly.
“Squeal for me, Treymane. Squeal as Diamonds grinds you to dust!” Treymane grunted something unintelligible that wasn’t nearly subservient or pleading enough for Marisol’s liking.
It did however draw Al Carpenter over to check on the warring wrestlers. “You want me to check her, Marisol?”
“No idiot, I want you to watch her suffer! Don’t even think about checking her until the wriggling has stopped.” Ayala emphasized this order by lifting her tummy off Treymane’s and bringing it down once, twice, three times, each impact ringing out with a flat, damp SMACK!
“One! Two! Three! Pinned you again, slut! Think I could get a ten count? Think you’d be AWAKE at the end of a ten count?”
Veronica’s answer was a soft, defiant groan, though Diamonds felt certain the thread was much flimsier than it’d been moments before. “Say it into my juggs, puta.” Marisol ground down more enthusiastically than ever. “Tell ‘em they’re Diamond strong!”
Nothing that sounded remotely like such an admission burbled against Ayala’s triumphant curves, so the brunette tossed Treymane’s wrists aside so she could snake her arms around the back of the former World Champ’s head and draw her that much closer. “SAY IT!” Marisol ordered. “SAY IT OR I’LL PUT YOU TO SLEEP AND WAKE YOU UP AGAIN! SAY IT! SAY IT! SAY IT! SAY AAAAAIIIIEEE!”
The Puerto Rican Powerhouse roared in pain and shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ but even the most dull-eyed observer could see that she hadn’t given up an inch of the Front Sleeper. “Let go you nasty bytch.” Marisol hissed plainly though her jaw refused to unclench. “LeggoleggoleggoleggoLET GOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!”
All but motionless since their abrupt release, Veronica’s hands flew up and palmed the sides of Marisol’s noggin. Not content to merely squeeze, she hooked her thumbs into the corners of her opponent’s mouth and forced the brunette’s lips into a pained grin. Pretty face twisted in anguish, Ayala shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ and continued to pour on the jugg even though it was obvious ‘Ronnie was literally chewing away at those smothering curves.
The breathless punishment continued unabated for several more seconds with seemingly no end in-- the Dangerous Dame used her twin hooks to roll Ayala onto her back! This alone wasn’t enough to free her from the Front Sleeper, that’s why Treymane shifted onto her left knee and THWHUMPED the right against the center of Marisol’s trunks in a brutal receipt from earlier in the contest.
Wresting free of Diamonds’ grip with a red-faced gasp, Veronica Treymane reared back on her haunches to unload a whole series of heavy, cudgeling Forearm Smashes to the rack that’d so vexed her as of late. Reactions slowed considerably by the Low Blow, Ayala soaked up no less than half a dozen of these top-traumatizing blows before she was able to raise her arms in a weary guard. Seeing this, Treymane grabbed hold of the brunette’s wrists, not to prize the defenses apart but to ensure Marisol’s claws were otherwise occupied while she indulged in several deep, shuddering breaths.
“Fuuhhh… f*cking witch.” Diamonds moaned. “Dirty f*cking rat-faced witch. You were done! You were done, so you had to gnaw your way ouNGH!”
‘Ronnie caught a handful of hair, lifted Ayala’s head off the mat and simply fetched her a single tart slap to the face. “Does that feel like I’m done, Daisy? Does THIS,” now Treymane did tear through the brunette’s guard, the former World Champion filling both hands with Marisol’s rack for a prolonged, vindictive squeeeeeeeeeze. “Feel like I’m done? No, it doesn’t. It feels like you picked a fight you couldn’t finisSHHHHEERRRAAAAAAAAAWWWWW!”
Ayala countered with her own Breast Claw, though it almost immediately narrowed to a dual pincer as the Puerto Rican Powerhouse focused her attention on the clearly limned outlines of Treymane’s nipples. Finding her smile as Veronica forgot about her grip in favor of scrabbling at the brunette’s wrists, Marisol rolled her hips to get out from under the Gorgeous Gangster, then clambered to boot-leather without once slackening the pressure on her hateful hold. Indeed she used this catty arrangement to haul Veronica to her knees, a position Diamonds very much savored as the blonde had been reduced to a state of pitiful moaning beneath those practiced pincers.
“Up. I said UP, PUTA!” Marisol punctuated the demand by dragging the Dangerous Dame to verticality by nothing more than that terrible torque. Teeth bared in a diabolical grin as she tortured blonde nubs between thumb and forefinger, Marisol pulled Veronica in close and abruptly shifted over to the full Breast Claw once more.
“First I’m going to put you through the ring.” she cooed. “Then I’m gonna bury you beneath my juggs!”
The last word was still coming off her lips when Ayala dipped down and muscled the big blonde off her feeNO! Treymane brought her hands up, joined ‘em together and drove the whole works into the crown of Marisol’s head!
Freed from the ignominious fate of another Puta Bomb, the Magnificent Moll landed on her feet in front of Diamonds and immediately planted her right foot in the other wrestler’s sternum. The resultant strike wasn’t so much a kick as it was a shove, ‘Ronnie creating enough separation to send her tormentor backpedaling into the strands. This reprieve proved short-lived as rather than loll in the ropes Marisol exploded forward, the curvaceous crusher looking to mow down her rival with a late-match Body Avalan--THWHACK! Veronica sprang off her left foot and brought her right knee up into Diamonds’ unsuspecting jaw!
PUSH KICK & LEAPING KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Weq-XeFy1m4
By all rights Ayala should’ve hit the deck in a heap, but the Destroyer class battler only stumbled ‘round in a half circle and tottered toward the ropes she’d just-- Treymane pounced on that offered back, cinching her left arm around Marisol’s throat while her right hand palmed the back of opposing noggin. Sleeper Hold, Veronica Treymane to Marisol AyalNOT QUITE! The extra weight on her back actually propelled Ayala into the ropes, which she seized like a lifeline. “BREAK!” she croaked / roared to Al Carpenter. “BREAK IT BYTCH, I’M IN THE ROPNNNGGGHH!”
Treymane removed her right arm from the Sleeper long enough to bring it down on Marisol’s right elbow! Doing so halved the brunette’s grip on that rubber-coated sanctuary and unfortunately for Diamonds the remaining hook wasn’t enough to stop Veronica from stomping back to the center of the ring with the Sleeper fully secured! Out in the stands the FAWNatics were already chanting ‘NAP!’ at the top of their lungs, so they were more than a little surprised (though not at all displeased) when Treymane crouched down and popped her hips to hurl Diamonds up, over and more importantly down, Marisol landing flat on her face and chest with an emphatic THAWHAM!
SLEEPER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=stUpZ-bcF0w
Ayala bounced onto her knees, reared back on the haunches, then slopped to all fours and damned if she didn’t start trying to fight her way back up! Veronica would’ve admired the brunette’s grit under pleasanter circumstances, as it was, she merely circled around behind Diamonds and helped expedite her return with a huge handful of hair! Soon as she was on her feet the Sleeper was back in place, Treymane catching Ayala’s chin deep in the crook of her left elbow. Squeezing like she meant to crack the brunette’s skull in half, ‘Ronnie planted her feet wide and wrenched the Sleeper back ‘n forth, thus forcing Marisol to move with her if she didn’t want to lose her balance.
More aware of the blood pounding in her ears than she’d care to admit, Ayala dug in her heels and thrust her hips backward into the pit of Treymane’s stomach. It didn’t break the Sleeper but it stopped the gawdawful rag-dolling, which in turn allowed her enough composure to drive the point of her right elbow into Veronica’s ribs several times. “Guuuuhhhh… get offa me, puta.” Marisol mumbled. “Yuuuhh…. you can’t wiNWHOOOAAAAAAHH!”
The Dangerous Dame got low for the second time in as many minutes but not to repeat the Suplex. Instead she muscled Ayala off her feet and began to swing in a circle with Marisol trailed out before her like a vanguard of victory. The crowd counted off ‘THREE!’ full rotations before Veronica slowed down and set Ayala on her butt with a weary plop.
Feet set wider than ever, Treymane leeeeeeeeeeeeeaned in and down, just putting every bit of her weight on the back of Marisol’s head and the top of her shoulders. Diamonds wasn’t fighting nearly so hard anymore. Oh, she still pushed and scraped at the blonde’s biceps, but her attempts to pull hair were easily rebuffed, as were her efforts to make it to one knee. Without warning the Gorgeous Gangster lifted her burden most of the way up, then dropped back to land on the canvas with Marisol heaped in her lap. Ayala’s legs began to kick and thrash so ‘Ronnie snugged her own stems around the brunette’s waist and punished her midsection with a prolonged constriction. Once that was over she threaded her boots around Marisol’s and wrenched them into a near forty-five degree angle.
Red-faced and rasping, Ayala groped for Veronica’s hair yet could find no purchase. Her mood was not improved when Treymane halved the Sleeper to swat the undersides of her opponent’s hulking rack. “Nnnnnnnnhhhhhhhh…. luuuuuhhh…. lemme go bytchhheerrrrrrrrgggghhhhh!”
Veronica cranked the Grapevine a little harder and thrust her up, forcing Marisol to do the same. “Not yet, Daisy. Sounds like you don’t wanna go to bed.”
“GUUUUHHHHH… GET OFF!” Marisol powered to a seat as panic imbued her with a final burst of adrenaline, though that was as far as she got because Treymane sat up with her and deftly turned the brunette onto her stomach. Knees snug against her opponent’s flanks, Veronica leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back on the Sleeper while Ayala’s hand scrabbled for the canvas, then for the blonde’s hair, then her shoulders, then one last halfhearted reach for the ropes before they fell limp at her sides.
“Not yet!” Treymane warned Carpenter off when he started to approach. She squeezed a little more red into Diamonds’ flushed face and jostled the Sleeper for several more seconds. Eventually she nodded and said, “Daisy’s drooling. Now you can check her!”
Al closed in, dropped to one knee and took hold of Marisol’s right wrist. Accompanied by a roar from the crowd, Al raised the brunette’s hand, waited a beat and let go. It dropped to the mat with a soft thump. “ONE!” The ref repeated this test with identical results. “TWO!” Veronica bore down even more, the blonde grimacing with the effort of tucking her rival in for “THREE! She’s out!” Carpenter rose and called for the bell, which arrived within the span of heartbeats.
Breaking into a tired smile at the sound of the CLANG, the Dangerous Dame kept her hooks sank in until the Announcer bellowed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knock-out… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
‘Ronnie ended the Sleeper with a flourish, the victorious blonde holding her hands high while Marisol collapsed into a facedown sprawl. Her shoulders slumped after a few seconds and she leaned forward, Treymane bracing both hands against Ayala’s shoulders to hold herself steady until she felt strong enough to rise to her full height. Silent while she smoothed out her hair, Veronica put her hands on her hips and one boot atop the brunette’s insensate glutes.
“You think you’re big?” she asked the camera. “You think you’re bad? That’s good, Daisy. That’s real good. But you better be at your biggest and your baddest if you shoot off your mouth in my direction. Because if you’re not? This dame will put you down for a spanking and a nap. Remember that, Daisies.”
The crowd responded with raucous cheers and Marisol responded with nothing at all, which was exactly as it should be. Bending down with her foot still in place, the Gorgeous Gangster made a show of brushing off some grit before she flattened that hand into a paddle and SWATTED Diamonds’ rump. Ayala murmured without otherwise stirring, which was also as it should be.
“Sweet dreams, Daisy.” Veronica chided before she stood tall and welcomed the whole gang to the Double Bicep Gun Show. Once that was done she made a quick circuit of the ring, then dipped through the ropes and headed up the aisle without so much as a single backwards glance for the slumbering form of Marisol Ayala.
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. Gaze much flintier than normal, ‘Ronnie trained her attention on the nearest camera to issue a stern warning. “Stay in the back, Campos. Stay WELL in the back. Because if you stick your nose in our business, this…” Treymane raised the Thompson and lit up the aisle with a blistering line of pyro. Once it was done she blew smoke off the barrel and finished, “…will be the very least of your concerns.” Position made clear, the Dangerous Dame dropped the barking iron to her side and made quick time toward the squared circle.
For this somnolent showdown with the Diamond-plated Daisy, the Neo-Noir knockout wore her usual charcoal gray and white 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 gray. Hurrying 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.
Said coat immediately went to referee Al Carpenter, who folded it over one forearm with a certain degree of reverence. “Hope you’ve got that uniform scotch-garded, Shamus.” Treymane told him. “Because there’s gonna be a lot of Diamond drool on it before I’m finished with that punk.”
“Eeeeww, that’s gross, ‘Ronnie. I think I’ll just make sure to keep out of thee, ahem, splash zone.”
Veronica cringed, then grinned. “Good idea, Al. But you won’t have anywhere to run if I get that bytch hooked as tight as I can.”
Al was wondering if he should’ve worn long sleeves for this match when the Announcer began again. “And introducing her opponent, 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 has chosen the Front Sleeper, this is MARISOL ’DIAMONDS’ AYALA!”
LUISA CAMPOS:
MARISOL AYALA:
The curtains burst open as Diamonds & Pearls hit the stage, the latter playing vanguard for the Puerto Rican Powerhouse. The ballistic tandem hadn’t even reached the top of the ramp when Ayala reached out and laid a hand on Campos’ shoulder. Luisa turned around, her features showing surprise, then understanding when Marisol murmured in her ear. Offering her friend a nod and a swat on the rump, Pearls said, “Put her tired ass to sleep, Mar.” then headed back through the curtain while Diamonds stormed down the ramp.
For her second battle with depleted dame, the Destroyer class 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.
Ignoring anything and everything that wasn’t Veronica Treymane, Ayala took a hard left at the foot of the ramp to make her way up the steel steps to the apron. Marisol’s leather jacket came off a heartbeat after she passed through the ropes, which is not to say she simply tossed it aside because that wasn’t true at all. Rather, Diamonds strode straight at the waiting blonde and hurled that doffed attire at her face!
I say ‘at’ rather than ‘into’ because the Dangerous Dame was keyed up to an equal degree and, suspecting just such an approach from her adversary, managed to swat it aside within inches of its destination. Didn’t stop Ayala’s forward march however, she simply chested into the former World Champion with enough force to drive Treymane against the buckles.
“Like how that feels, puta?” Marisol barked over the official’s protestations. “Better get used to it now because they’re gonna be up in your face ALL NIGHT LONGGHHH!”
Veronica cinched her arms around the brunette’s waist, muscled her off her feet and whipped ‘round in a half circle to slam Marisol against the buckles she’d so recently occupied. More than welcome to match Diamonds in a show of topside firepower, Treymane pressed in tight and snapped, “Who do you think you are, Daisy? Mouthing off to me like some brat in need of a spanking and a nap.” ‘Ronnie caught a handful of hair, wrenched Marisol’s head back and leaned in so their noses were touching. “Good news. You’ll get both before I’m finished with--”
“Enough, Enough!” Al Carpenter hooked an arm around Veronica’s midsection and managed to prize her away from Marisol, though not without a great deal of effort. “Dammit Marisol, get to your corner, I have to go through final inspec--”
Ayala stormed outta the corner to THWHACK a straight right hand offa Treymane’s jaw! The blonde’s legs gave a shimmy but that didn’t stop her from TWHAPPING a heavy Forearm Smash off Marisol’s hulking cleavage! Diamonds gave a little ground, so the Gorgeous Gangster squirmed her way from the zebra’s grip and muttered, “Neither of us snuck anything in in our trunks, Shamus. Just ring the damn beLLOOOFFFFHHWHOOAAANNNGGGHH!”
Noting Treymane’s brief distraction, Marisol drove a charging shoulder into the pit of her opponent’s stomach, then muscled her up onto said shoulder and raced to the other side of the ring so she could BWUUUNG Veronica into the roughly-padded steel. Baring her teeth at the clang of the bell, Ayala took the top rope to either side of the blonde and reared back on her heels just to hurtle in full speed ahead once, twice, three times! Maintaining proximity after the third miniature Avalanche, Marisol grrrrrrrrrooound her chest back ‘n forth against the opposition and sneered, “You’re gonna put me to sleep? YOU’RE gonna put me to sleep? Don’t THINK SO, washout. The only thing you’re gonna do tonight is paint my juggs with a nice coat of slobbHHHRRRRGGGHH!”
Veronica looped her arms around the Puerto Rican Powerhouse’s waist and simply lifted her off her feet with a gut-churning Bear Hug! More than happy to battle in the close confines Marisol seemed to crave, Treymane twisted her hips to reverse their positions and once again smear the brunette against the corner. Hug still in place, she pivoted into Ayala and brought her right leg up, just THWHUMPING the broadside of her thigh into the other wrestler’s abdomen. Two more shots got Marisol’s hands out of her hair, so ‘Ronnie draped both arms over the top rope which allowed her to reach across her own chest (right hand effectively patting her left shoulder) and then lay lightning across Marisol’s cleavage with a scintillating Knife-Edge Chop!
Ayala groaned, went to draw one arm across for protection, but Treymane pumped a knee into her gut then set that arm right back where it had been so she could set to work cra-cra-cra-CRAAACKING Diamonds’ reddening rack! “AAAAHHHH F*CK!” Marisol bellowed as Veronica finally let her cover up. “Nasty slut, I’m gonna make you wish you’d--”
A resounding cheer from the sold-out crowd when Treymane filled her hands with Marisol’s heavy curves and squeeeeeeeeezed! “Make me what, Daisy?” the blonde asked as Ayala stamped a foot against the mat to distract herself from the claw. “Make me wish I’d dropped you on your ass the second you and Campos mouthed off to me in the locker room? Too late, I already NNNRRRGGGHH!”
Marisol smashed a short Headbutt against her attacker’s cheek, then swatted those claws away and grabbed a double handful of hair so she could reverse their positions yet again. She’d just stuffed a hand into Treymane’s stunned mug when Carpenter stepped in and said, “C’mon ladies, you need to get it out of the corner at--”
“GET YOUR GODDAMNED HANDS OFF ME!” Ayala tore herself away from the blonde to chase the startled official almost halfway across the ring! “NO DQ’S TONIGHT, ASSHOLE! THAT MEANS YOU DON’T DO SHYT UNTIL SHE’S TAKING A NAPNGHH!”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse stomped outta the corner to drop a rough Double Axehandle across the nape of her opponent’s neck. “Don’t yell at the help, Daisy.” Treymane huffed as she helped herself to a huge handful of dark hair. “I don’t want you running out of breath too soOOOOOWWWW!”
Marisol crooked her hands into claws and raked ‘em both down the blonde’s unsuspecting face! Veronica shrieked, went to push Diamonds away and got snagged in a Wristlock instead. A single ugly yank reeled ‘Ronnie into a Headbutt between the eyes, which in turn meant she offered no resistance when Ayala doubled down on the Wristlock and sent her into the opposite corner with a vindictive Irish Whip. Very much aware of her surroundings despite those stinging peepers, Treymane spun into the Whip so she went into the buckles with her back, rather than her sternum. Wasn’t anyone’s idea of a pleasant end and it only got worse when Diamonds roared in and THAWHAMMED her against the unforgiving corner with a fulsome Avalanche Splash!
“Yeah, that’s right puta, take a good long look.” Ayala cooed when the blonde’s chin dipped into the southern slope of her décolletage. “Soon you won’t be able to see anything else.”
Veronica only groaned, so Marisol snatched her wrist a second time, then cleared off and dropped a shoulder to sling her across the squared circle with another Irish Whip. The subsequent Avalanche Splash hit just as hard as the first, perhaps a little harder since Treymane was still sucking wind when it connected. “Yeah, now you’re starting to get it.” Marisol mounted, the bottom rope, wrapped her arms around the back of Veronica’s noggin and pulled her into the evening’s first Front Sleeper. “Ropes aren’t going to save you tonight, sleepy!” Ayala giggled over the Treymane’s muffled protests. “Gonna have to fight out if you don’t wanna go ouDAMMIT!”
Veronica answered with a counter-hug that prized Marisol off the ropes and planted an awkward knee against her inner thigh. It wasn’t quite an Inverted Atomic Drop, yet it was enough to make Ayala abandon the smother for a double fistful of hair and the Headbutt between the eyes that followed. Veronica’s legs trembled, grew downright unsteady when Marisol sent her backpedaling to the buckles with a rough two-handed shove. There wasn’t much more than a few long strides separating them, yet Diamonds still managed an impressive head of steam before she leapt and TWHACKED a resounding Forearm Smash across the blonde’s jaw!
Treymane’s head snapped to the side, all the better for Ayala to lean in real close. “Don’t worry, puta. I’ll get back to humbling those weak tits soon enough!
On that unpleasant note she turned around and raced across the ring accompanied by a surprised roar from the crowd. This reaction proved a little surprising as Diamonds didn’t believe the majority of those assembled smart or discerning enough to appreciate her obvious superiority. Even so, she showed the tiniest hint of a smile when she whipped around in the opposite corner to “UUUNNNGGGGHHH!”
Turned out the FAWNatics weren’t cheering for her at all, but the blonde who’d followed hot on her heels the whole way. With nowhere to go Ayala was smashed between a rock and a hard(body) place, the curvaceous brunette losing her wind in a single curt exhalation as she was buried beneath Treymane’s vindictive Avalanche Splash. “Hear that, Daisy?” Veronica murmured in Marisol’s ear. “How those people get so much louder each and every time I kick your ass? Well I hope you brought ear plugs because they’re gonna be deafening by the time this match is over.”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse pushed off with a rude little forget me not shove to Ayala’s rack, spun on her heel and ran back to where she’d started presumably to erase the rest of the Splash deficit. However the blonde’s intentions would remain shrouded in mystery because Marisol cadged the very trick she’d just suffered, the Puerto Rican powerhouse roaring after ‘Ronnie to smash the surprised battler with her third Avalanche Splash the instant she turned around! Catching a handful of those long blonde locks immediately thereafter, Marisol shook Treymane’s head from side to side while peppering her cheeks with quick, taunting slaps.
“You think I give a damn about the noise they make, puta?” Ayala sneered. “I HOPE they’re loud. I hope they scream themselves hoarse pleading for you to get out from under my juggs. I hope they’re the last thing you hear before you f*cking black out!”
With that she slapped Veronica’s mouth one more time, then stepped aside and slung the Dangerous Dame outta the corner by the nape of her neck. Wasn’t nearly enough momentum to get her to the other corner but that was fine, Treymane had enough left in the knees to reach the middle of the ring and that was exactly where Ayala wanted her. Leaving the corner at a sharp diagonal, Marisol bounced off the ropes to ’Ronnie’s right and came hurtling in with a Spear pointed at the former World Champ’s navNO! Veronica couldn’t get out of the way so she actually stepped forward and lashed out her left foot to THWHACK Diamonds between the eyes!
Marisol reared back on her heels, arms windmilling wildly as she fought to keep her balance. It was at this inviting target that Treymane leapt, the big blonde Destroyer just unloading with a Superman-style Forearm Smash that took Marisol across the jaw with another resounding THWHACK!
MOLLICIOUS FOREARM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=peqvNkCOmh8
Ayala’s head snapped back and she crumpled to one knee only to earn some grudging applause when she immediately fought back to verti-- Veronica laced her hands around the back of Marisol’s noggin and wrenched it down and to the side, forcing the brunette to double over in the grasp of a painfully simple Cravate.
Though she’d been badly rattled by the Dame’s counterattacks, Ayala refused to simply stand and take punishment, thusly she grabbed hold of Veronica’s waistband to ensure she couldn’t skitter away from the half a dozen weary punches she plowed into blonde navel. “Thuuu… these your best shots, Treymane?” Ayala huffed. “I thought you were supposed to be a big, strong bytcNGH!”
The Magnificent Moll jerked her foe’s head down and brought her left knee up, the two meeting in the middle with a satisfying thunk. “Stronger than you, baby.” Veronica confirmed following another twist / Kneelift pairing. “You know it’s true, even if it eats you up inside to admit eeeerrrrrhhhhh… let go, Marisol. Right now!”
Marisol grimaced and tugged up on the wedgie, earning another pained grunt from her adversary and a cheeky little cheer from those assembled. Jerking the distended material from side to side even as she resumed punching blonde belly, Diamonds snarled, “You’re not stronger than me, puta. No one in that locker room is stronger than AAARRRRHHHUUUNNNNGGGHH!”
Irritated by the wedgie and angered by the brunette’s mouth, Veronica put a stop to both by dipping deep and popping her hips, an explosive rearrangement that took Marisol up, over and down onto the back of her head and shoulders as the victim of a Cravate Suplex! The stunned brunette skidded a little ways before flopping onto her belly, Ayala instinctively fighting to get off her back even though tonight’s rules rendered pin-falls null and void.
CRAVATE SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D-TJcUWcix8
Elsewhere, Veronica Treymane spun to one knee and gingerly flicked her trunks back into a more comfortable arrangement. “Gotcha on the mat now, Daisy.” the blonde murmured once she was back on her feet and closing on the prone Powerhouse. “Time we found out what Diamond Strong really means.”
No response from Ayala, which explained Treymane’s rather measured approach. Closing in from the right, Treymane picked up the pace in the last few steps before she kicked her left leg out straight and crashed to the canvas to THWHUMP the majority of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds across the back of Marisol’s neck in a Leg Drop. Ayala spat a curse and rolled onto her back. “Goddamn, get those cottage cheese legs offa me, TreymanHHHRRRGGGHHHH!”
Sidling in so she was snug against the brunette’s left flank, ‘Ronnie laid claim to Marisol’s left arm and pulled it out straight so she could trap it between her thighs in an impromptu Figure Four. Once that was secure she cinched her left arm around the back of the Puerto Rican’s head, clasped her hands and yoked up on a particularly stern Headlock.
ARM-TRAP HEADLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1bcrDj4bmA
“You sure running your mouth is the best play right now, Daisy?” Veronica asked as her opponent’s boots began a pained, frustrated tattoo on the canvas. “Headlock’s not that far from a Sleeper, wouldn’t take much to OW, bytch, let go right now!”
Marisol, who’d buried her right hand in Treymane’s tresses for some hearty pulling, did no such thing. Indeed she twined that much more hair around her intruding fingers and pulled even harder. “Nothing comes for free, puta. You want out? You’re gonna have to break this holEERRRRHHHH!”
The Dangerous Dame leaaaaaaaaaned back to peel Ayala’s head and shoulders off the mat, a move that greatly increased the strain on the brunette’s neck. After several seconds of this Veronica halved the Headlock and PWAAAKED a stiff right hand to her opponent’s forehead. The unprotected shot was enough to free her locks from Marisol’s grip so she resumed the Headlock full force and squeezed tighter than ever, the former FAWN World Champion clearly savoring the chance to punish the woman that’d been gunning for her ever since she’d returned.
“Get out of the hold, Marisol.” ‘Ronnie demanded after the other wrestler let out a frustrated little squeal. “Get out or tap out, but stop wasting my tiEEERRRRRRHHHH! That really how you want it, Daisy?”
Ayala squeezed the Breast Claw that much tighter, her well-manicured nails digging deep into the blonde’s bounty. “I want it any way that’ll make you hurt, ‘Ronnie.” the brunette spoke her rival’s name with poisonous disdain. “Hasn’t your stupid ass figured that out yetMMRRRPPPPPHHHHHHH!”
The Neo-Noir Knockout wrenched Marisol’s noggin off the mat again, only this time she stuffed Diamonds’ surprised mug against the curve of the very breast she was mauling! Grinning despite the brunette’s clenching fingers, Treymane looked around the ring in search of Al Carpenter. “She can’t tap to this, right Shamus?”
Al nodded. “Correct. According to the rules that I didn’t get to reiterate, Marisol has to win with the Front Sleeper and you have to win with the Sleeper Hold.”
“Perfect.” Veronica emphasized her pleasure by wrenching the Headlock back ‘n forth until a flailing Marisol had to relinquish her claw to push, shove and otherwise swipe at the blonde’s chin. Treymane craned her head to the side to avoid the worst of it, then surged forward and down to bounce the back of Ayala’s skull against the deck while continuing the juggy force-feeding. “Not so fun from that side is it, Daisy?” the blonde asked with a satisfied little growl. “Though I have to admit I can see why you get such a thrill outta RRRGGGGHHH!”
‘Ronnie bared her teeth in anger and pain as Marisol filled one hand with hair and yanked hard enough to make her eyes water. Smile gone now, Treymane squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed, all the muscles in her shoulders and biceps shredding into sharp relief while she continued to suffocate the struggling tag specialist. “Let go of my hair, Daisy. Unless you want me to choke you senseless before I put you to OOOOOWWWWWW SHYT!”
The Headlock melted like a sandcastle in the rain as Treymane’s hands flew to her own hair for a couple heartbeats of frantic tugging before they curled into fists that pounded away at the brunette’s head and shoulders. Understandably preoccupied with her mouthful of blonde bust, Ayala soaked up the first few blows, then managed to get hold of Treymane’s wrists. Wrenching Veronica’s arms out to the side, Marisol continued to chew even as she sat up and clambered to her knees.
From there she swung a leg over the Gorgeous Gangster’s waist and effectively crawled into her lap to force Veronica onto her back. Smiling as her opponent’s wails grew all the louder, Ayala abruptly forced Treymane’s hands straight overhead, then spat out her prize and reared up on her knees just to THWHUMP a heavy, vindictive Butt Bomb into the pit of blonde stomach.
Veronica ‘oooofffhed’, then ‘oooofffhed’ again as Diamonds repeated the oxygen depleting tactic. She was fighting to regain her breath when Marisol leaned in nose to nose. “So you wanna go at my rack, huh puta? You go right ahead, but I’m gonna do the same. Which means I’m going to DESTROY your pathetic tits!”
Treymane squirmed and bucked, but Ayala’s mount was too high and too tight. “Eeerrrhhh… it’s gonna take more than your pointy little rat’s teeth to beat meAAAAAAAWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHK!”
Marisol released her hold on the blonde’s wrists so she could sit up and ‘smeck’ those greedy hands down atop Treymane’s breasts! “DIAMOND TIPPED CLAWS, SLUT!” Ayala bellowed down at her suffering adversary. “THAT’S WHAT’S RIPPING THESE SAD SACKS APART!”
Veronica didn’t answer with words, rather she clamped down on Marisol’s wrists and squeezed with all her might. The Puerto Rican Powerhouse smirked in amusement at the resistance, then anger as her grip began to give way! “Duuuuhhh… diamond-tipped, my ass.” she groaned. “I’m stronger than you and we both know NNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Not about to give up her grip until she was damned sure ready, shifted all of her weight onto her left knee so she could slot the right between Veronica’s thighs with a meaty THUMP. Treymane’s face went pale, her hands abandoning Marisol’s claws to venture toward her throbbing center. Knees dug deep into the other wrestler’s ribs, Ayala halved the claw grip so she could alternately slap and mash Veronica’s pained features. Then it was right back to the Iron Claw, Diamonds rotating her wrists from side to side while her fingers constantly pulsed and dug at the defenseless breast meat. “Go on and submit, puta. Scream it out! SOB it out! You’re still not gonna leave this ring until you’ve gone to sleep beneath the most dangerous rack in all of FAWN!”
“Errrrhhhhhh… you’re delusional, Daisy.” ‘Ronnie rasped through gritted teeth. “Pandora’s got the most dangerous rack title shored up and you remember what I did to her, don’t--”
CRAAACK! CRA-CRACK!
Marisol abandoned her grip to clout Veronica’s face with a gaudy wind-up Bytch Slap immediately followed by a stereo Overhand Slap delivered to the blonde’s scorched cleavage. The Pinstripe Powerhouse sobbed, then crossed her arms over her chest to protect against further punishment.
Grinning from ear to ear in the wake of this display of dominance, Diamonds filled her hands with Veronica’s sweat-damp hair and returned to verticality with the woozy blonde in tow. “Don’t think I’m finished with these yet, puta. Marisol explained in the midst of swatting the undersides of her foe’s breasts. “There’s just plenty more I wanna hurt first!”
Treymane tried to put a stop to the brunette’s plans with a lurching clench, but Ayala stuffed it with a shoulder to the sternum, then grabbed hold of the blonde’s left wrist and hurled her into the nearest corner with a stiff Irish Whip. Unlike the earlier trips to the corner, Marisol remained posted up in the center of the squared circle while ‘Ronnie BWUUUNGED against thinly--padded steel. This turned out to be a prudent choice not because the blonde came off the buckles with any explosive counter but because the force of it sent her stumbling and staggering into the outstretched arms of her beaming attacker!
Quick to slip her right arm between Treymane’s thighs, Marisol slipped her other arm over the Gorgeous Gangster’s right shoulder and hupped her up into position across her chest. With her burden secure she spun ‘round in a full circle to make sure the crowd saw her pinching and patting ‘Ronnie’s tush. After a full rotation she stopped on a dime and whipped in the opposite direction before she dropped to her knees to THWHAM Treymane to the deck with a huge Spinning Power Slam!
DIAMOND SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QAuX9_O_oyo
The Dangerous Dame shuddered on impact and instinct demanded Ayala snuggle in for a cover, but Diamonds only tossed her leg aside and scrambled to boot-leather. No theatrics now, the Puerto Rican Powerhouse hit the strands at a flat run and came back just as fast to ensure maximum momentum when she leapt into the air and came THWHUMPING down across her foe’s midsection! The Big Splash popped Treymane’s legs into the air, so Marisol swatted them down got to her feet and ran the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Her second Big Splash landed as forcefully as the first, if the jolt that passed through Veronica’s frame was any indicator. Some of the more salacious FAWNatics urged Diamonds to secure the Jugg Smother on the spot, a suggestion she dismissed with a derisive middle finger. Rising to her full height beside the breathless grappler, Ayala seized hold of Veronica’s wrist and ankle and draaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her several feet closer to the nearest corner.
“Don’t think about going anywhere, puta.” Marisol teased once she’d dropped Treymane’s limbs. “We’re not finished yet.” With that she stomped to the corner, dipped out onto the apron and climbed into the high rent district. This brought a fresh round of cheers from the Treymane Gang, as did the double birds pointed in their heroine’s direction. Alas Marisol only made a show of adjusting her ‘girls’ before she leapt out into the void and leaned all the way back while simultaneously drawing her knees up to her chest for a sternum-crushing SentNO!
Veronica pulled her knees up to her chest and grit her teeth for a gawdawful collision that hurt her almost as much as it hurt Diamonds. Speaking of whom, Marisol bounced away from the impact and rolled onto one side, her near fetal position closely mirroring that of her twice-splashed opposition.
Quick to take up a position between his grounded charges, Algernon Carpenter looked from Diamonds to Dame and back again several times to see if either would haul herself to boot-leather. When neither did, he began to count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX…”
Ayala and Treymane rolled away from one another, pressed their palms to the mat and rose to all fours. This alone wasn’t enough to halt the official’s count and technically it should’ve progressed even after they’d made it to all fours, however Carpenter knew the brass (and far more importantly, the fans) would’ve flayed him for count out decision so he shut up at “EIGHT!” which just so happened to be the precise moment when blonde and brunette locked eyes.
“Whuuu… why ya breathing so hard, Daisy?” Veronica growled. “Starting to realize your best shots aren’t gonna be enough?”
“Hell no.” Marisol snapped back. “I’m just excited about jugging your overrated ass the f*ck to sleep.”
Treymane raked both hands through her hair, got an audible ‘ooooohhh’ from the crowd when she flicked a mist of sweat in her opponent’s direction. “Hard talk from a soft bytcHHEERRRRHHH!”
Ayala closed without getting up, the curvy battler snatching a huge handful of hair to distract ‘Ronnie from the vengeful right hand she shoveled into the blonde’s stomach. Veronica’s groan transformed into a pained wheeze as Marisol drew her into a crushing Bear Hug, Diamonds pulling her pinstriped prey as close as their respective anatomies would allow. Hands knotted against the hollow of Treymane’s lower back, Ayala snuggled in close and made a point to sink her teeth into the side of Veronica’s neck for a few seconds before she cooed, “You think it’s hard to breathe now, puta? Just wait until you’re huffing and puffing beneath my juNNNGGGHHH!”
The Neo-Noir Knockout made her pay for the encroachment with a crude albeit effective sort of sideways Headbutt that clonked against the brunette’s temple. Marisol’s grip loosened considerably, though Treymane made no effort to free herself from the Hug. Instead she raised her arms high overhead, then brought them down so that her elbows jabbed against Ayala’s biceps. “Slippery bytch.” Marisol hissed in the midst of fighting to regain her original grip on the blonde. “You’re not getting out that easOOOHHHHHFFFHH!”
Treymane slipped her arms beneath the brunette’s pipes and locked on a counter Hug that had the Puerto Rican Powerhouse tossing her head back in breathless anguish. “You wanna keep me locked up, Daisy?” ‘Ronnie’s tone was just as malicious and taunting as her opponent’s had been. “You’re gonna have to build a stronger prisoNNOOOWWWWWW GODDAMMIT!”
Marisol raaaaaaaaaaaked Veronica from buttocks to shoulders no less than three times before she caught a double handful of those pinstriped briefs and pulled like she meant to saw the former World Champion up the middle. “This is no prison, honey.” Ayala’s breath was hot and mean in Treymane’s left ear. “It’s a grave. And I’m going to bury you DEEPHHUUNNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Diamonds’ wail commingled with ‘Ronnie’s, the blonde bellowing in both pain and rage as she redoubled her efforts on the Bear Hug! “Luuuuuhhhh… leggo puta, or I’ll pull this tacky shyt over your head.” Marisol groaned.
“Hrrrrrgghhh… how… how about you let go and I don’t break your ribs like matchsticAAAAAAHHH STAAAAAAAAAHPPPUUUUFFFHHH!”
Infuriated by the painful stalemate, Ayala gouged the point of her chin into the side of Treymane’s neck, a tactic that proved mere precursor to sinking her teeth into the Gorgeous Gangster’s cheek!
Veronica abandoned the Hug in a desperate effort to prize Marisol away from her face, alas this dereliction allowed the brunette to bowl the other wrestler onto her back with Diamonds landing atop her in a rough Full Body Pin. Giving up her rival’s trunks the instant she achieved the mount, Marisol caught Treymane’s wrists and slammed her hands against the canvas even as she slid up and pressed in, the buxom brunette finally securing the dreaded Front Sleeper on her struggling opposition.
“BREATHE IT IN!” Marisol screamed in an overjoyed frenzy as she fought to tie Veronica’s stems down with a Double Leg Grapevine. She achieved this goal a few seconds later and was delighted by the squeal that reverberated against her cleavage when she wrenched the blonde’s legs apart. Falling curiously quiet now that victory was within her grasp, Marisol spread her weight as evenly as she could while working her shoulders from side to side to ensure that ‘Ronnie’s slobbering face wasn’t just sealed, but buffed as well. Head tilted so she could press one cheek to the crown of Treymane’s fevered skull, Ayala teased the blonde with a kiss, then murmured, “Fight it all you want, puta, we both know you’re done.” she leaned in and rolled her shoulders in a saucy little shimmy that put even more jugg weight on those buried features.
Beneath her, Veronica tossed and squirmed, though she made no effort to get her shoulders off the mat, a detail that irked Ayala ever so slightly.
“Squeal for me, Treymane. Squeal as Diamonds grinds you to dust!” Treymane grunted something unintelligible that wasn’t nearly subservient or pleading enough for Marisol’s liking.
It did however draw Al Carpenter over to check on the warring wrestlers. “You want me to check her, Marisol?”
“No idiot, I want you to watch her suffer! Don’t even think about checking her until the wriggling has stopped.” Ayala emphasized this order by lifting her tummy off Treymane’s and bringing it down once, twice, three times, each impact ringing out with a flat, damp SMACK!
“One! Two! Three! Pinned you again, slut! Think I could get a ten count? Think you’d be AWAKE at the end of a ten count?”
Veronica’s answer was a soft, defiant groan, though Diamonds felt certain the thread was much flimsier than it’d been moments before. “Say it into my juggs, puta.” Marisol ground down more enthusiastically than ever. “Tell ‘em they’re Diamond strong!”
Nothing that sounded remotely like such an admission burbled against Ayala’s triumphant curves, so the brunette tossed Treymane’s wrists aside so she could snake her arms around the back of the former World Champ’s head and draw her that much closer. “SAY IT!” Marisol ordered. “SAY IT OR I’LL PUT YOU TO SLEEP AND WAKE YOU UP AGAIN! SAY IT! SAY IT! SAY IT! SAY AAAAAIIIIEEE!”
The Puerto Rican Powerhouse roared in pain and shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ but even the most dull-eyed observer could see that she hadn’t given up an inch of the Front Sleeper. “Let go you nasty bytch.” Marisol hissed plainly though her jaw refused to unclench. “LeggoleggoleggoleggoLET GOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!”
All but motionless since their abrupt release, Veronica’s hands flew up and palmed the sides of Marisol’s noggin. Not content to merely squeeze, she hooked her thumbs into the corners of her opponent’s mouth and forced the brunette’s lips into a pained grin. Pretty face twisted in anguish, Ayala shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ and continued to pour on the jugg even though it was obvious ‘Ronnie was literally chewing away at those smothering curves.
The breathless punishment continued unabated for several more seconds with seemingly no end in-- the Dangerous Dame used her twin hooks to roll Ayala onto her back! This alone wasn’t enough to free her from the Front Sleeper, that’s why Treymane shifted onto her left knee and THWHUMPED the right against the center of Marisol’s trunks in a brutal receipt from earlier in the contest.
Wresting free of Diamonds’ grip with a red-faced gasp, Veronica Treymane reared back on her haunches to unload a whole series of heavy, cudgeling Forearm Smashes to the rack that’d so vexed her as of late. Reactions slowed considerably by the Low Blow, Ayala soaked up no less than half a dozen of these top-traumatizing blows before she was able to raise her arms in a weary guard. Seeing this, Treymane grabbed hold of the brunette’s wrists, not to prize the defenses apart but to ensure Marisol’s claws were otherwise occupied while she indulged in several deep, shuddering breaths.
“Fuuhhh… f*cking witch.” Diamonds moaned. “Dirty f*cking rat-faced witch. You were done! You were done, so you had to gnaw your way ouNGH!”
‘Ronnie caught a handful of hair, lifted Ayala’s head off the mat and simply fetched her a single tart slap to the face. “Does that feel like I’m done, Daisy? Does THIS,” now Treymane did tear through the brunette’s guard, the former World Champion filling both hands with Marisol’s rack for a prolonged, vindictive squeeeeeeeeeze. “Feel like I’m done? No, it doesn’t. It feels like you picked a fight you couldn’t finisSHHHHEERRRAAAAAAAAAWWWWW!”
Ayala countered with her own Breast Claw, though it almost immediately narrowed to a dual pincer as the Puerto Rican Powerhouse focused her attention on the clearly limned outlines of Treymane’s nipples. Finding her smile as Veronica forgot about her grip in favor of scrabbling at the brunette’s wrists, Marisol rolled her hips to get out from under the Gorgeous Gangster, then clambered to boot-leather without once slackening the pressure on her hateful hold. Indeed she used this catty arrangement to haul Veronica to her knees, a position Diamonds very much savored as the blonde had been reduced to a state of pitiful moaning beneath those practiced pincers.
“Up. I said UP, PUTA!” Marisol punctuated the demand by dragging the Dangerous Dame to verticality by nothing more than that terrible torque. Teeth bared in a diabolical grin as she tortured blonde nubs between thumb and forefinger, Marisol pulled Veronica in close and abruptly shifted over to the full Breast Claw once more.
“First I’m going to put you through the ring.” she cooed. “Then I’m gonna bury you beneath my juggs!”
The last word was still coming off her lips when Ayala dipped down and muscled the big blonde off her feeNO! Treymane brought her hands up, joined ‘em together and drove the whole works into the crown of Marisol’s head!
Freed from the ignominious fate of another Puta Bomb, the Magnificent Moll landed on her feet in front of Diamonds and immediately planted her right foot in the other wrestler’s sternum. The resultant strike wasn’t so much a kick as it was a shove, ‘Ronnie creating enough separation to send her tormentor backpedaling into the strands. This reprieve proved short-lived as rather than loll in the ropes Marisol exploded forward, the curvaceous crusher looking to mow down her rival with a late-match Body Avalan--THWHACK! Veronica sprang off her left foot and brought her right knee up into Diamonds’ unsuspecting jaw!
PUSH KICK & LEAPING KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Weq-XeFy1m4
By all rights Ayala should’ve hit the deck in a heap, but the Destroyer class battler only stumbled ‘round in a half circle and tottered toward the ropes she’d just-- Treymane pounced on that offered back, cinching her left arm around Marisol’s throat while her right hand palmed the back of opposing noggin. Sleeper Hold, Veronica Treymane to Marisol AyalNOT QUITE! The extra weight on her back actually propelled Ayala into the ropes, which she seized like a lifeline. “BREAK!” she croaked / roared to Al Carpenter. “BREAK IT BYTCH, I’M IN THE ROPNNNGGGHH!”
Treymane removed her right arm from the Sleeper long enough to bring it down on Marisol’s right elbow! Doing so halved the brunette’s grip on that rubber-coated sanctuary and unfortunately for Diamonds the remaining hook wasn’t enough to stop Veronica from stomping back to the center of the ring with the Sleeper fully secured! Out in the stands the FAWNatics were already chanting ‘NAP!’ at the top of their lungs, so they were more than a little surprised (though not at all displeased) when Treymane crouched down and popped her hips to hurl Diamonds up, over and more importantly down, Marisol landing flat on her face and chest with an emphatic THAWHAM!
SLEEPER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=stUpZ-bcF0w
Ayala bounced onto her knees, reared back on the haunches, then slopped to all fours and damned if she didn’t start trying to fight her way back up! Veronica would’ve admired the brunette’s grit under pleasanter circumstances, as it was, she merely circled around behind Diamonds and helped expedite her return with a huge handful of hair! Soon as she was on her feet the Sleeper was back in place, Treymane catching Ayala’s chin deep in the crook of her left elbow. Squeezing like she meant to crack the brunette’s skull in half, ‘Ronnie planted her feet wide and wrenched the Sleeper back ‘n forth, thus forcing Marisol to move with her if she didn’t want to lose her balance.
More aware of the blood pounding in her ears than she’d care to admit, Ayala dug in her heels and thrust her hips backward into the pit of Treymane’s stomach. It didn’t break the Sleeper but it stopped the gawdawful rag-dolling, which in turn allowed her enough composure to drive the point of her right elbow into Veronica’s ribs several times. “Guuuuhhhh… get offa me, puta.” Marisol mumbled. “Yuuuhh…. you can’t wiNWHOOOAAAAAAHH!”
The Dangerous Dame got low for the second time in as many minutes but not to repeat the Suplex. Instead she muscled Ayala off her feet and began to swing in a circle with Marisol trailed out before her like a vanguard of victory. The crowd counted off ‘THREE!’ full rotations before Veronica slowed down and set Ayala on her butt with a weary plop.
Feet set wider than ever, Treymane leeeeeeeeeeeeeaned in and down, just putting every bit of her weight on the back of Marisol’s head and the top of her shoulders. Diamonds wasn’t fighting nearly so hard anymore. Oh, she still pushed and scraped at the blonde’s biceps, but her attempts to pull hair were easily rebuffed, as were her efforts to make it to one knee. Without warning the Gorgeous Gangster lifted her burden most of the way up, then dropped back to land on the canvas with Marisol heaped in her lap. Ayala’s legs began to kick and thrash so ‘Ronnie snugged her own stems around the brunette’s waist and punished her midsection with a prolonged constriction. Once that was over she threaded her boots around Marisol’s and wrenched them into a near forty-five degree angle.
Red-faced and rasping, Ayala groped for Veronica’s hair yet could find no purchase. Her mood was not improved when Treymane halved the Sleeper to swat the undersides of her opponent’s hulking rack. “Nnnnnnnnhhhhhhhh…. luuuuuhhh…. lemme go bytchhheerrrrrrrrgggghhhhh!”
Veronica cranked the Grapevine a little harder and thrust her up, forcing Marisol to do the same. “Not yet, Daisy. Sounds like you don’t wanna go to bed.”
“GUUUUHHHHH… GET OFF!” Marisol powered to a seat as panic imbued her with a final burst of adrenaline, though that was as far as she got because Treymane sat up with her and deftly turned the brunette onto her stomach. Knees snug against her opponent’s flanks, Veronica leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back on the Sleeper while Ayala’s hand scrabbled for the canvas, then for the blonde’s hair, then her shoulders, then one last halfhearted reach for the ropes before they fell limp at her sides.
“Not yet!” Treymane warned Carpenter off when he started to approach. She squeezed a little more red into Diamonds’ flushed face and jostled the Sleeper for several more seconds. Eventually she nodded and said, “Daisy’s drooling. Now you can check her!”
Al closed in, dropped to one knee and took hold of Marisol’s right wrist. Accompanied by a roar from the crowd, Al raised the brunette’s hand, waited a beat and let go. It dropped to the mat with a soft thump. “ONE!” The ref repeated this test with identical results. “TWO!” Veronica bore down even more, the blonde grimacing with the effort of tucking her rival in for “THREE! She’s out!” Carpenter rose and called for the bell, which arrived within the span of heartbeats.
Breaking into a tired smile at the sound of the CLANG, the Dangerous Dame kept her hooks sank in until the Announcer bellowed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knock-out… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
‘Ronnie ended the Sleeper with a flourish, the victorious blonde holding her hands high while Marisol collapsed into a facedown sprawl. Her shoulders slumped after a few seconds and she leaned forward, Treymane bracing both hands against Ayala’s shoulders to hold herself steady until she felt strong enough to rise to her full height. Silent while she smoothed out her hair, Veronica put her hands on her hips and one boot atop the brunette’s insensate glutes.
“You think you’re big?” she asked the camera. “You think you’re bad? That’s good, Daisy. That’s real good. But you better be at your biggest and your baddest if you shoot off your mouth in my direction. Because if you’re not? This dame will put you down for a spanking and a nap. Remember that, Daisies.”
The crowd responded with raucous cheers and Marisol responded with nothing at all, which was exactly as it should be. Bending down with her foot still in place, the Gorgeous Gangster made a show of brushing off some grit before she flattened that hand into a paddle and SWATTED Diamonds’ rump. Ayala murmured without otherwise stirring, which was also as it should be.
“Sweet dreams, Daisy.” Veronica chided before she stood tall and welcomed the whole gang to the Double Bicep Gun Show. Once that was done she made a quick circuit of the ring, then dipped through the ropes and headed up the aisle without so much as a single backwards glance for the slumbering form of Marisol Ayala.