Post by walkindude on Apr 11, 2020 18:53:26 GMT
Posted to FAWN.com approximately one week ago…
From the FAWN logo we fade to a shot of Joanna Coleman standing beside a tall, powerfully built blonde somewhere in the backstage area. Nodding to the viewers at home the longtime commentator said, “Hello again, FAWNatics. Joanna Coleman here with none other than the Dangerous Dame, Ms. Veronica Treymane. ‘Ronnie, good to see you as always.”
VERONICA TREYMANE:
The former World Champion offered her friend a quick smile. “Feeling’s mutual, Jo.”
“So the last time we saw you on pay-per-view you closed out an intense series with Marisol ‘Diamonds’ Ayala, putting her down in a hard-fought Sleeper Challenge. With Diamonds in your rearview mirror and March to War fast approaching, what’s next for the Pinstripe Power--”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, WHOA!” interrupted a snide voice from somewhere off camera. Eyes drawn to the source of the disturbance, Coleman and Treymane frowned as the camera pulled back to reveal Luisa Campos strolling in from the left. “What sort of biased reporting is this, Joanna?” Pearls scoffed. “I’d have expected something better, even from the likes of you. Diamonds in this puta’s rearview? I think not. Do the math, sweetie. ‘Ronnie and Marisol are tied at one a’piece, that means NOTHING is over.”
LUISA CAMPOS:
“That so, Luisa?” Veronica replied after she‘d shooed Joanna away from the prospect of violence. “Sure seems over to me if Diamonds can’t even bother to issue a challenge in persNNNNGGGHHH!”
MARISOL AYALA:
Marisol roared in from the right, the Destroyer class Diamond catching Treymane amidships with a rough Spear that THWHUM-THWHUNKED her against the wall! Veronica hit hard and folded around the encroaching brunette but didn’t go down as she managed to cinch an arm around Ayala’s head for an impromptu Front Facelock. Yoking up on the grip even as Diamonds started driving shoulder after shoulder into her midsection, Treymane crooked her free arm into a tire-iron and brought it down across the brunette’s shoulders no less than half a dozen times. She punctuated these with a Kneelift strong enough to make Marisol gasp in pain, but any thoughts of a jailbreak were thoroughly quashed when Pearls darted in from outta nowhere and THWHACKED a pinpoint Super Kick offa the side of ‘Ronnie’s face!
The back of Treymane’s head bounced against the wall and her grip relaxed noticeably, thus allowing Ayala to wrest loose. Wrapping one hand around the blonde’s throat, she crooked her other arm and unleashed a torrent of bludgeoning Forearm Smashes against the Magnificent Moll’s chest and sternum. Clearly stunned, Veronica tried her damndest to fight back, but Luisa caught hold of one wrist and just smashed it against the cinderblock wall until Treymane’s protests slowed to almost nothing.
“Hold her, Pearls.” Marisol ordered a heartbeat before she took several steps backward. “I’m gonna drive this puta through the goddamned wall.”
Campos did as bade, the smaller brunette continuing to soften ‘Ronnie up with a few Shoulderblocks of her own. Shortly thereafter Diamonds barreled in like a runaway freight train, the brunette bombshell moving so fast Pearls barely got clear before her partner SMASHED Veronica against the wall with an Avalanche Splash.
Treymane ‘OOOOOFFFFFFFHED!’ and her knees went weak but she didn’t go down because Marisol refused to back away. Leaning in close, Ayala murmured, “Does this feel like we’re done, gangster? Does it feel over? I’ve got an idea. Beg me for mercy. Beg me to not break your ribs and this can all be over.”
Treymane shook her head ‘no’. “Nuuuuhhhh… not on your life, Daisy.” she rasped. “I don’t beg thugsSSSNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Diamonds drove her knee into the Gorgeous Gangster’s crotch, then grabbed her wrists and pinned them overhead to make sure Veronica stayed upright until her legs were steady enough to do the job without assistance. “Hold her again, Pearls.” Luisa hurried over, took command of Treymane’s wrists and pounded a few more Kneelifts into her tummy just because she could. “Gonna wish you’d begged when you had the chance, slut.” Marisol cooed as she patted her victim’s cheek. “It’ll be so much harder with a crushed ribcage.” the big brunette slapped her partner’s shoulders and backed up. “Hold her tight, Luisa. I’m gonna splatter her all over this f*cking wall.”
“She’s not going anywhere, Diamonds.” Luisa purred. “You can take all the time you wa--”
BWAAAANG!
Pearls was cut off by the distinctive sound of a steel chair colliding with someone’s back, followed by a started groan from Marisol and a second cringe-worthy BWAAANG! “What the f*ck? Marisol? Marisol are you--”
“She’s a little preoccupied at the moment, Pearly.” said a voice from Luisa’s six. “But if you’d like to chat with me… I could pull up a seat.”
Abandoning her grip on Treymane’s wrists to square off with the interloper, Campos snarled in disgust to find herself facing off with none other than the Star Strider, Lily Burlingame.
LILY BURLINGAME:
“I don’t know what your problem is, rich girl.” Luisa hissed. “But you just made the worst mistake of your f*cking-- NO DON’T!”
Lily raised the chair like she meant to bring it down on Marisol’s back a third time, but she stopped at the sound of Campos’ demand. “You want her to walk out of here under her own power, Luisa? Let go of ‘Ronnie and back the hell off. RIGHT. NOW.”
Luisa’s upper lip curled in a vicious snarl, the expression of a predator denied its rightful prey. “Oh puta you have no idea who you’re messing--all right! ALL RIGHT!”
Pearls let go, raised her hands and took a step back.
As for Treymane, she peeled herself off the wall and trudged over to Lily, the blonde making a careful effort to trundle around Marisol. “Thuuuuhhhh… thanks, Lil’.” Veronica groaned. “I owe ya one.”
“Hey, what’re friends f--”
“They’re good for getting your ass kicked.” Luisa broke in. “Better enjoy this moment sluts, because Marisol and I are going to make you f*cking pay.”
Lily raised the chair one more time, then tossed it away with a derisive clatter. “I got nothing at March to War, ‘Ronnie. What about you?”
“What a coincidence, my calendar’s clear too.” Treymane said softly.
Lily smiled, flashed Luisa a wink. “See ya there, Pearly.”
With that blonde and brunette backed off down the hall, neither of them willing to turn away until they were well clear of Diamonds & Pearls.
When they were gone, Luisa rushed to Marisol and dropped to one knee beside her. “You ok, Diamonds?”
“Fine.” Ayala hissed. “I’ll be even better when I’ve snapped those two puta’s over my knee.”
“Treymane is yours.” Campos replied. “Burlingame though…she’s MINE.”
From the FAWN logo we fade to a shot of Joanna Coleman standing beside a tall, powerfully built blonde somewhere in the backstage area. Nodding to the viewers at home the longtime commentator said, “Hello again, FAWNatics. Joanna Coleman here with none other than the Dangerous Dame, Ms. Veronica Treymane. ‘Ronnie, good to see you as always.”
VERONICA TREYMANE:
The former World Champion offered her friend a quick smile. “Feeling’s mutual, Jo.”
“So the last time we saw you on pay-per-view you closed out an intense series with Marisol ‘Diamonds’ Ayala, putting her down in a hard-fought Sleeper Challenge. With Diamonds in your rearview mirror and March to War fast approaching, what’s next for the Pinstripe Power--”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, WHOA!” interrupted a snide voice from somewhere off camera. Eyes drawn to the source of the disturbance, Coleman and Treymane frowned as the camera pulled back to reveal Luisa Campos strolling in from the left. “What sort of biased reporting is this, Joanna?” Pearls scoffed. “I’d have expected something better, even from the likes of you. Diamonds in this puta’s rearview? I think not. Do the math, sweetie. ‘Ronnie and Marisol are tied at one a’piece, that means NOTHING is over.”
LUISA CAMPOS:
“That so, Luisa?” Veronica replied after she‘d shooed Joanna away from the prospect of violence. “Sure seems over to me if Diamonds can’t even bother to issue a challenge in persNNNNGGGHHH!”
MARISOL AYALA:
Marisol roared in from the right, the Destroyer class Diamond catching Treymane amidships with a rough Spear that THWHUM-THWHUNKED her against the wall! Veronica hit hard and folded around the encroaching brunette but didn’t go down as she managed to cinch an arm around Ayala’s head for an impromptu Front Facelock. Yoking up on the grip even as Diamonds started driving shoulder after shoulder into her midsection, Treymane crooked her free arm into a tire-iron and brought it down across the brunette’s shoulders no less than half a dozen times. She punctuated these with a Kneelift strong enough to make Marisol gasp in pain, but any thoughts of a jailbreak were thoroughly quashed when Pearls darted in from outta nowhere and THWHACKED a pinpoint Super Kick offa the side of ‘Ronnie’s face!
The back of Treymane’s head bounced against the wall and her grip relaxed noticeably, thus allowing Ayala to wrest loose. Wrapping one hand around the blonde’s throat, she crooked her other arm and unleashed a torrent of bludgeoning Forearm Smashes against the Magnificent Moll’s chest and sternum. Clearly stunned, Veronica tried her damndest to fight back, but Luisa caught hold of one wrist and just smashed it against the cinderblock wall until Treymane’s protests slowed to almost nothing.
“Hold her, Pearls.” Marisol ordered a heartbeat before she took several steps backward. “I’m gonna drive this puta through the goddamned wall.”
Campos did as bade, the smaller brunette continuing to soften ‘Ronnie up with a few Shoulderblocks of her own. Shortly thereafter Diamonds barreled in like a runaway freight train, the brunette bombshell moving so fast Pearls barely got clear before her partner SMASHED Veronica against the wall with an Avalanche Splash.
Treymane ‘OOOOOFFFFFFFHED!’ and her knees went weak but she didn’t go down because Marisol refused to back away. Leaning in close, Ayala murmured, “Does this feel like we’re done, gangster? Does it feel over? I’ve got an idea. Beg me for mercy. Beg me to not break your ribs and this can all be over.”
Treymane shook her head ‘no’. “Nuuuuhhhh… not on your life, Daisy.” she rasped. “I don’t beg thugsSSSNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Diamonds drove her knee into the Gorgeous Gangster’s crotch, then grabbed her wrists and pinned them overhead to make sure Veronica stayed upright until her legs were steady enough to do the job without assistance. “Hold her again, Pearls.” Luisa hurried over, took command of Treymane’s wrists and pounded a few more Kneelifts into her tummy just because she could. “Gonna wish you’d begged when you had the chance, slut.” Marisol cooed as she patted her victim’s cheek. “It’ll be so much harder with a crushed ribcage.” the big brunette slapped her partner’s shoulders and backed up. “Hold her tight, Luisa. I’m gonna splatter her all over this f*cking wall.”
“She’s not going anywhere, Diamonds.” Luisa purred. “You can take all the time you wa--”
BWAAAANG!
Pearls was cut off by the distinctive sound of a steel chair colliding with someone’s back, followed by a started groan from Marisol and a second cringe-worthy BWAAANG! “What the f*ck? Marisol? Marisol are you--”
“She’s a little preoccupied at the moment, Pearly.” said a voice from Luisa’s six. “But if you’d like to chat with me… I could pull up a seat.”
Abandoning her grip on Treymane’s wrists to square off with the interloper, Campos snarled in disgust to find herself facing off with none other than the Star Strider, Lily Burlingame.
LILY BURLINGAME:
“I don’t know what your problem is, rich girl.” Luisa hissed. “But you just made the worst mistake of your f*cking-- NO DON’T!”
Lily raised the chair like she meant to bring it down on Marisol’s back a third time, but she stopped at the sound of Campos’ demand. “You want her to walk out of here under her own power, Luisa? Let go of ‘Ronnie and back the hell off. RIGHT. NOW.”
Luisa’s upper lip curled in a vicious snarl, the expression of a predator denied its rightful prey. “Oh puta you have no idea who you’re messing--all right! ALL RIGHT!”
Pearls let go, raised her hands and took a step back.
As for Treymane, she peeled herself off the wall and trudged over to Lily, the blonde making a careful effort to trundle around Marisol. “Thuuuuhhhh… thanks, Lil’.” Veronica groaned. “I owe ya one.”
“Hey, what’re friends f--”
“They’re good for getting your ass kicked.” Luisa broke in. “Better enjoy this moment sluts, because Marisol and I are going to make you f*cking pay.”
Lily raised the chair one more time, then tossed it away with a derisive clatter. “I got nothing at March to War, ‘Ronnie. What about you?”
“What a coincidence, my calendar’s clear too.” Treymane said softly.
Lily smiled, flashed Luisa a wink. “See ya there, Pearly.”
With that blonde and brunette backed off down the hall, neither of them willing to turn away until they were well clear of Diamonds & Pearls.
When they were gone, Luisa rushed to Marisol and dropped to one knee beside her. “You ok, Diamonds?”
“Fine.” Ayala hissed. “I’ll be even better when I’ve snapped those two puta’s over my knee.”
“Treymane is yours.” Campos replied. “Burlingame though…she’s MINE.”