Post by hawkeye on Feb 3, 2021 1:55:22 GMT
Portia VanBuren IV stomps back and forth, pacing backstage like a caged animal, as if she’s been told her limo’s taken a wrong turn and has to travel down the full length of the Jersey Turnpike.
After her team failed miserably to gain its revenge against Leggs, Inc. at Seasons’ Beatings, the Gold Standard routed by the blossoming Amazons, ending any chance the former champs would reclaim the gold in the foreseeable future, Baby at least found the opportunity to set things straight with her and the Phenom.
After the match, she and the singular woman she now represents, took out their frustration on the partner they blame for the calamitous performance, the Penthouse Panther Alexis Suguitan.
VanBuren even went so far as to send her beloved polo mallet Precious rocketing into the Filipinos’s undercarriage in an emphatic exclamation point of a firing. Though long delayed in coming, it seemed Portia avenged herself once and for all for the way Alexis retired VanBuren from in-ring action years ago, sending Baby out to pasture in an ambulance.
But to her dismay, Fortune’s Favorite finds herself and her Golden Empress Amara Singh signed to the grudgiest of matches, the only saving grace, the slender socialite could remain on the outside as Amara’s manager instead of risking life and limb against the dangerous Panther.
Priyanka Chopra and Pitbull and their groove "Exotic” breaks through the murmur on the opposite side of the curtains, the accompaniment heralding the return to singles action of the Subcontinental Siren.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPhhZg9v9NU ).
Moving through is a set of musclebound men, clad in gold loin clothes and sandals. Excited yet repulsed by the classic homecoming of the Empress, the despicable Singh draws the enmity of the FAWNatics.
AMARA SINGH
The behemoths carry an ornate bed, where upon the Bollywood Bombshell lies. As the ‘exotic’ grappler is carried toward the ring on the curious conveyance, the FAWNatics batter her with boos. And the anger only grows when the scorned Manhattanite follows, shouting directions at Singh’s conveyors.
PORTIA VANBUREN
Flawless in her immaculate, white tennis togs; a form-fitting, Louis Vuitton tank, short skirt with white socks and thousand-dollar immaculate tennies, VanBuren leads the men and their Empress. In her right hand is Precious, Baby pointing the way to the ring.
Behind and above, the copper-skinned beauty writhes on her cushioned platform to the sound of the catchy beat. Below, the men’s gaze never leaves Portia, oblivious to the outstretched hands of the fans and the movements of the bronzed, ebony-haired beauty above.
The announcer greets the spectacular arrival of the Subcontinent’s most acclaimed warrior.
"The next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit. Standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 133 pounds from Cawnpore, India…Amara Singh."
Having reached their destination, the men lower the ornate bed so it’s even with the apron and Singh gracefully slides from bedside to ringside. Portia helps Singh slide from beneath a sparkling golden robe, revealing the curvy form beneath.
The momentary striptease draws a round of rabid applause within the jeers, Singh dropping a pearly sneer upon the peasants. She moves through the ropes, taking center stage.
Amara is clad in an ornately designed, gold bra and matching gold and red, lacy harem pants, her feet bare. Her raven tresses fall just past her shoulders in wild waves, dark copper skin glowing under the lights. Singh raises a microphone to her full rosy lips, but VanBuren, having entered behind, requests Amara provide her the amplifier.
“Alexis,” Portia begins, “Your idiocy knows no bounds. After causing the end of an epic tag title run Amara created with my guidance, you dare step in the ring against us. You deserved the humiliation you received at Beatings. You gave Leggs those titles and we gave you what you earned.
“We let you survive, free to open dark shows, while Amara and I claim the World Title she warrants. Now you foolishly want to press your luck. You’ve decided to end your career tonight Jersey. I can’t wait to see the Empress break you and see the medics sweep you into the dustbin of history.”
The FAWNatics don’t seem to appreciate Portia’s prediction and they let her know.
Sneering at their jeers, VanBuren drops the mic and leads Singh to her corner where the duo discuss strategy against their former colleague.
The flawless exotique can wait no longer, breaking through the curtains and moving to center stage. She stares daggers at her former partner and manager, blood in her dark pools. Her reputation as bridesmaid but never bride squelched by her tag title run, Alexis, on her own once more, seems to have the chip squarely back on her shoulder, particularly after Portia’s vile mallet-enhanced uppercut.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN
The golden-brown, destroyer-class beauty bounces from one foot to another, battle gear perfectly positioned on her flawless form. Microphone already in hand, she pulls it to her lips.
“Portia! You know what I can do. First. I’m going to do to your lackey what I did to you. Put the bytch in a wheelchair and roll her onto the first flight to New Delhi. Next. I’m taking your managerial career just like I took the pathetic excuse for a wrestling profession in the ring.”
Suguitan drops the stick and breaks two joined fists apart in a snapping motion. Instantly, Baby dips through the ropes and drops to the floor, pointing Amara in the Panther’s direction, Baby clearly taking heed.
The FAWNtron shows a quickly shifting montage of metropolitan skylines from around the world; Chicago, New York, London, Paris, Sydney, Los Angeles, Rio and ultimately Orlando, with the FAWN arena on prominent display. The speakers kick in, Fall Out Boy’s ‘Centuries’ blasting through the bowl.
Some legends are told,
Some turn to dust or to gold,
But you will remember me,
Remember me for centuries.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBr7kECsjcQ )
The CEO of $uguitan Unlimited raises her arms high, a war cry emanating from her lips. The usually icy Penthouse Panther is anything but tonight, the FAWNatics offering some hopeful applause as she heads down the ramp.
Understanding he may not get the chance once Alexis is inside the ring, the announcer takes his opportunity.
“And her opponent. From Manila in the Philippines, she stands five feet and eight inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Penthouse Panther, the Filipino Phenom; she is ALEXIS SUGUITAAAAAAAAN!”
The CEO sports a gleaming white two piece that almost glows against the copper of her complexion. The pro-style trappings continue with matching knee-pads and shin-high boots, the former adorned with stylized ‘$’ signs. Last but not least is a voluminous sleeveless mink coat, an accessory that would look just as appropriate at a red carpet premiere or adorning the shoulders of some warrior queen as she strides into battle.
Suguitan is all business, passing on slapping hands with the crowd. She ascends the ring steps and slips through the ropes, asking senior official Nick Castle to relieve her of her ivory-hued garb.
As he complies, Suguitan charges Amara, catching the Empress off-guard and pounding Singh back into the buckles of her corner.
After tossing the fur to the floor below, Castle wildly waves for the bell and it tolls as Alexis delivers forearm after forearm to Singh’s jaw, rocking her former partner, Baby shrieking for Castle to regain control.
Nick arrives, shouting at Suguitan to let the Empress out of the corner. Instead, Alexis spins and collects the dipped head of Singh over a shoulder in a ¾ facelock before transferring her grip to the Indian’s dark locks. The Phenom flips Amara toward the center of the ring with a hairmare, Amara landing HARD on her backside. The wincing Singh reaches for her tailbone as Alexis surges toward her from behind.
Suguitan uses Singh as a literal stepping stone, SMASHING Amara’s face into the deck as she plants her boot between the shoulderbalaes of the Subcontinental Siren and walks over her former partner to the far ropes. Hitting the rubber-coated steel, she sprints at her seated target and THUMPS a soccer kick into Singh’s chest, knocking Amara flat to the canvas, Singh covering her bosom with a swaddling arm.
Alexis stares at her erstwhile manager, the woman she retired from in-ring competition before returning as allies to become a fearsome team with the Empress.
“When she’s sent to the poor house from the penthouse, I’ll be coming for you next.”
VanBuren swallows hard but steels herself.
“There’s a reason she’s with me and you’re not. She’s a winner.”
“Is she?” Alexis asks, surrounding Amara’s head in her hands and roughly tugging the grimacing Singh to her feet.
Suguitan ROCKS the Indian with a European Uppercut under her chin, Amara’s arms pinwheeling to keep herself upright. The Filipino NAILS her foe with a second and a third, the Empress’ back soon pressed into the buckles, an arm thrown over the top rope on either side to help keep her upright.
Alexis’ attack is unrelenting. With the Indian cornered, Suguitan fashions both hands into blades and CHOPS them down into either side of the golden-brown neck of the Subcontinental Siren. But Alexis doesn’t stop with one set, instead unleashing a flurry of Mongolian Chops until Amara is brought to her knees from the pounding.
The Penthouse Panther shows some of her pre-FAWN apartment house experience, turning both cheeks and PUSHING them into Amara’s mug, giving the Empress a healthy scrub with her bountiful backside.
At the count of ‘FOUR’, Alexis strides away from a sputtering, greasy-faced Singh, Amara wearily pulling to her feet with the help of the strands. It’s unfortunate timing for the reeling Singh as a charging Suguitan BURIES her under an avalanche splash of Phenomenal Filipino.
A dazed Amara staggers out of the buckles when the Panther bounces off, Alexis quickly catching her foe from behind. Suguitan dips, wrapping her arms around Amara’s coppery-skinned thighs while pushing her head between. Showing the strength that made her war with Veronica Treymane legendary, Alexis lifts a bug-eyed Amara to an electric chair position atop her shoulders. She shrugs Singh backwards so Amara drapes down her back, still trapped in mid-air by the Filipino’s grip of her legs.
Alexis walks her cargo toward Singh’s corner and her manager on the floor below. She winks at Baby then sends Amara hurtling forward, sending Singh’s face SMASHING into the bottom buckle with an Inverted Alabama Slam.
Inverted Alabama Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yp0hcfWRG7k )
The crowd groans in sympathy, Singh’s noggin snapping back violently from the impact. Alexis grabs the Empress by her ankles and drags her toward center stage where she flips the semi-conscious Indian to her back then settles her body tight in a crossbody press for the…
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Portia’s biting her lower lip as Singh kicks out of the pinning predicament before Castle’s third slap. Alexis, up to her haunches next to the splayed Amara, holds her thumb and index finger a couple inches apart.
“Still so sure?” the Panther hisses at the FAWN legend.
Alexis grabs a wrist and pulls the dazed Singh to her feet, Amara wobbling next to the dominant Phenom. Moving side to side, both women pointed in the same direction, Alexis grapevines her right leg around Amara’s left then pivots 90 degrees and lifts her left leg over the back of a dipped Empress’ neck. Suguitan captures her former partner’s far arm, securing an octopus stretch.
Octopus Stretch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=-joY-4jQuXo )
She buries an elbow into Amara’s ribs initially but then adds her own penthouse touch, turning the digging joint into a clutching claw of Singh’s bosom, the apartment house roots of the Filipino showing themselves as she squeezes and scrapes the tender flesh, demanding Singh surrender.
Castle asks if Amara wants to capitulate, but VanBuren answers for her charge, screaming a vehement “NO!”
Amara shows her negative in a different way, forcing through the agonizing pain to straighten her stooped frame. A suddenly flustered Alexis shakes her head in disbelief before Singh lays out, CRUSHING Suguitan beneath with a makeshift Samoan Drop that breaks the Subcontinental Siren out of the submission hold and puts a temporary end to the Panther’s match domination.
Neither coppery-hued beauty is quick to rise, each struggling to reach vertical, but Amara, having taken most of the pounding, reaches her feet a tick after Alexis, the Phenom pulling Singh into a side headlock.
Amara’s hands move the hips of her fellow former tag champion and shoves Suguitan off and away, Alexis using the momentum to hit the cables in front of her and rebound at full speed toward the Indian stationed mid-ring. Alexis buries a shoulder slightly as she closes the gap and RAMS into Amara. Singh backtracks a step but no more, the Phenom unable to hide her surprise Singh remains on her feet.
The Empress motions for Alexis to try again and Suguitan is more than happy to take another shot. She turns and gets no more than a step toward the ropes before Singh reaches out, sinks her fingers into Alexis’ ebony locks, and rips the Filipino warrior to the deck, getting catty with the infamous catfighter.
Amara leaps above the grimacing Suguitan and DRIVES an elbow smash into the cleft of the Filipino’s spandex-clad bosom, Alexis spasming from the blow to her breastbone.
The Empress quickly mounts her foe in a kneeling forward-facing straddle of the CEO of $uguitan Unlimited. She batters away with fists and forearms, Alexis desperately covering with a cage of forearms blocking most of the blows but not all. However, as Alexis concentrates above, the vile Singh raises a knee and RAMS it into the Phenom’s crotch.
Alexis’ dark eyes bulge as she shoots to a seated position, hands burying between her thighs, trying unsuccessfully to push out the invading knee, Amara grinding it in to increase the pounding pain.
“Ya…ya…ya,” Alexis stutters, her voice cracking.
“You asked for it,” Portia shouts from the sidelines. “This woman’s a thoroughbred, an elite. She carried you.”
As VanBuren continues, Singh rises and pulls a knock-kneed Alexis up with her.
“And now you’re going to learn what WE already know, she will be something you NEVER will. A WORLD CHAMPION!”
With Suguitan frozen in front of her, stooped and mewling, Amara pivots and sends a blazing backhand chop into the chest of the Filipino, staggering the Penthouse Panther. Alexis waddles in reverse until Amara catches her and delivers another SMACK eliciting the requisite ‘WOOOO’ from the FAWNatics. The onslaught continues until the blistered Alexis is cornered above Baby, the slender socialite beaming about the turn of fortune.
“Sweet bridesmaid,” Portia roars, “I used you. We used you. And for that use you were sufficient. Until you weren’t. Now we’re going to toss you in the garbage and let them send you back to Manila C.O.D.”
But the words seem to energize Alexis. She grabs Amara by the shoulders and swings her by, switching positions with the startled Indian. Suguitan pivots 90 degrees and raises her right leg, stuffing the boot sole sideways under Singh’s chin. She pushes upward and back, forcing the gasping Empress to lean back over the top buckle.
Portia wails at Castle to break the contact, screaming at the lead official to get the Phenom off her so-called future champion.
“Ask if your bride can breathe, bytch,” Alexis shouts at her former friend/enemy/manager.
The Filipino relents at ‘FOUR’, pulling her golden-brown lower limb away but immediately returning the attack to the choking Amara. Suguitan scoops Singh up under the thighs and plants her in a seat on the top buckle. With Portia directly below, desperately trying to distract Alexis, the Penthouse Panther leaps to a stance on the middle ropes.
The Phenom collects her foe in a double underhook then tugs the Subcontinental Siren to a dangerous stance on either side of the top buckle. It’s a huge gravity assist from there as the exotique in white yanks the unsteady Singh off her perch, laying out and delivering the Filipino Butterfly to her former partner from the penthouse. Amara’s spine THUMPS against the canvas, the momentum of the fearsome collision forcing her to a seated position before she flops to a shoulder demolished.
Filipino Butterfly ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Orz-JWT9QEI )
Thankfully for the frantic VanBuren, Alexis isn’t in much better shape. She lies on her back, staring at the rafters, trying to regain her strength and bearings. Finally, Suguitan rolls to her chest, pushes to all fours, and crawls to Singh, flopping her carcass across the top of the wrecked Empress for the…
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THRNOOO!
Amara answers her manager’s prayers, shifting a shoulder off the canvas to the enormous disappointment of the crowd, the FAWNatics warming to the Phenom the more she drives Baby batty.
While Singh’s saves herself, she’s unable to budge after the reflex keeps her alive in the match. Alexis rolls up to her haunches next to what’s left of the Empress and stares knowingly, understanding her former partner is a bytch, but a tough one.
Slowly, the golden-brown grappler rises and stares a hole through VanBuren, drawing a thumb across her throat before turning her attention back to Singh. She grabs Amara by her head and tugs the rubbery Indian to unsteady feet. Wrapping her right arm around the back of Amara’s neck while ducking under Singh’s right arm, the Phenom grabs the Empress’ left wrist with her left hand then launches and spins her airborne foe, SLAMMING Amara down face and chest-first with her Manilla Gorilla.
Manilla Gorilla ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=QvMnTXTU5tw ) 00:18
Laid out in a single file, semiconscious, Amara’s easily shoved to her back by the rampaging Panther, Alexis dropping across her opponent’s shoulders and chest in a lateral press for the…
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THRNOOO!
Again, Singh digs deep to survive, inching a shoulder off the canvas in the nick of time. Suguitan rises to her knees and sweeping her hands through her long charcoal locks, more disbelief showing this time.
Perhaps realizing her charge needs a heaping helping of recovery time, Portia leaps to the apron and shouts at Castle. Nick takes the bait, turning and scolding the slender socialite. As the two argue, Alexis slips to her feet, surreptitiously backpedaling toward the Manhattanite before turning in a flash and surging into a forearm smash to VanBuren’s patrician features. Portia’s sent flying to the floor below, crashing and burning, ending in a stunned spreadeagle.
A beaming Alexis has every vote in the house now, the crowd roaring. She turns to find a wobbly Singh erect but falling into the ropes behind her. The Empress rebounds into a drunken stumble, directly into a charging Alexis who RIPS Singh off her feet with a thermonuclear clothesline from hell. Amara’s sent through a backflip from the force of the impact, crashing to her chest, unmoving.
The Phenom skids to a stop and takes a moment to enjoy the wreckage both on the floor and the mat.
“You bytches carried me?” she screams. “I don’t think so!”
Suguitan lowers to a forward-facing seat on the pits of Singh’s knees. Leaning forward, she slaps Amara’s sides, reflexively drawing back the Indian’s arms then snatching them at the wrists. The long coppery legs of the Filipino extend and Alexis crosses her feet under the chin of her fellow former tag champ. Locking the limbs at the ankles, Suguitan pulls back on her ‘handles’, drawing an awakening Singh into an agonizing surfboard-like maneuver the Phenom called her Panther’s Prey.
Arched in anguish, her chest thrust forward, head leaned back, arms pulled nearly from their sockets, back at a disturbing arc, Amara can do little but sob and survive. Alexis tips back until her shoulders are nearly on the canvas, increasing the curve of Singh’s spine to unnerving proportions.
“Ask her,” Alexis grunts, and Castle, standing in front of the welled eyes of the Indian, does as he’s told.
“Nuh…uh…no,” Amara stutters unconvincingly, but it counts as a denial all the same.
Alexis punishes her former teammate for another half-dozen seconds before frustration and weariness in her arms directs the Phenom to unlock her ankles and pull one boot behind the skull of the Empress. Releasing her grip on Singh’s wrists, Alexis simultaneously STOMPS Amara’s features into the thinly-sheathed plywood with formidable force, the Subcontinental Siren’s noggin bouncing off the deck disconcertingly before she’s again face down and stilled.
A risen Portia, leaning heavily against the apron, shouts at the woman she’s chosen over Alexis, but Singh isn’t responding, battered senseless by the CEO of $uguitan Unlimited.
“Buyer’s remorse?” Alexis shouts over a shoulder while rolling the insensate Singh to her back and climbing aboard in a schoolgirl pin, the Phenom’s shins pressed atop the golden biceps of the Indian warrior. Alexis raises her arms high in celebration as Castle counts out the…
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…no movement from the comatose Singh. But no THREE.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Suguitan bellows at the zebra.
Castle points behind the Filipino, showing Amara’s left ankle draped over the bottom cable.
“Fine,” the Panther growls, dismounting and pulling a slack Singh to stooped feet, Amara leaning heavily against her for to remain on her feet. The Empress stuffs a short stubby punch into Alexis’ breadbasket, drawing a soft grunt from Suguitan before a clubbing overhand right from the Phenm sends Singh to one knee, spinal column arching.
“Karma Amara,” Suguitan purrs, cupping a palm under the lowered chin of Singh and ‘helping’ the waylaid Indian back to something approaching vertical.
But before Alexis can continue the dismantling, Amara’s right hand flashes to her foe’s dark pools, blinding the Panther with a scrape of her nails. Suguitan shrieks in pain, turning and staggering away, sightless. She finds the ropes and feels her way to a corner before turning and rubbing furiously at her peepers.
“You’re going to PUUUUUHHH.”
Suguitan’s words are cut short as an ambling Amara still has enough left to leap with knee raised and ready, ramming the bony joint into the cleft of the Phenom’s bosom.
Singh takes a couple deep breaths after the collision, wearily lifting her right arm high but showing no lack of power in pointing the elbow and bringing it THUMPING down into the crown of Suguitan’s cranium. The potency of the connection drops Alexis to her backside, stems stretched in front of her, eyes glazed.
“Never could seal the deal,” Singh grunts between inhales, turning her cheeks to the reclined Filipino then STUFFING her ass into Alexis’ face. Swallowing Suguitan’s features, Amara swishes her behind across the mug of the flailing Alexis. The Phenom sputters when Singh pulls her booty away for a moment, the Filipino’s features greasy from the Harem Shake stinkface before she’s enveloped again, the Empress pounding and sweeping, the Panther’s thrashing slowing as she puts her hands against Amara’s hips and tries to shove instead.
Portia pumps her fist as the Empress grinds her golden bounty against Suguitan’s face.
“Give it to her,” VanBuren shouts. “Give her every last curve.”
Baby, not known for hers, enjoys the humiliating display of the woman who ended her in-ring career, even if Alexis helped her become FAWN’s foremost manager.
Apparently determining Alexis has been sufficiently Harem Shaken, Singh pulls her derriere from the Phenom’s features, Alexis drenched from the humidity of the mask.
“Get your ass up,” the Bollywood Bombshell demands, scooping the spent Sugutian up under her arms and leaning her foe into the buckles. Amara pivots and whistles a backhand chop that echoes through the arena, Alexis resuscitated into a painful grimace by the blow.
“Cream’s rising, bytch,” Singh informs, before administering another stinging chop.
Suguitan doesn’t take to the dissing, violently switching positions with a startled Amara. But before the golden-brown grappler can provide payback, Singh lands a forearm shiver to the jaw, staggering Suguitan, the Filipino backpedaling a couple steps, barely holding on to her verticality.
Amara, showing her underrated athleticism, places her palms on the top rope, either side of the corner, and hops to the middle ropes. Fluidly, she scampers to the top and launches, legs leading the way. They clamp shut around the head of her foe and she lets momentum do the rest, RIPPING Suguitan off her feet with the flying headscissors.
Flying headscissors ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1xvMNy-v44 ) 00:03
The Penthouse Panther is sent sliding across the canvas, but to her credit, she uses the momentum to scamper to her feet. She turns and sluggishly charges the rising Indian combatant. Easily halted with a deep toe kick to the tummy, Alexis is doubled at the waist in front of a drenched Singh. Amara wipes some errant ebony strands off her face and tugs the lowered noggin of the Phenom between her thighs.
With the standing head scissors secured, Amara wraps her arms around the gulping tummy of Suguitan. Showing her more familiar strength, she flips the destroyer-class brunette up her body, catching Alexis in a Canadian Backbreaker across her right shoulder.
Canadian Back breaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=OF76fLbtYSw ) 00:52
With her arms still enveloping the midriff of the overturned Phenom, Alexis curled on either side of the shoulder thrust into the base of her spine, Amara marches in a tight circle, showing off her prize to every corner of the arena. She shakes the breaker, drawing yet more anguish out of the hold, each step sending a pulse of pain through the Panther.
Still aware of her surroundings, Suguitan gets close enough to push off a set of ropes and flip from the precarious predicament, landing in front of the amazed Amara. Howver, Singh reacts quickly, spinning into a vicious heel kick to the chin, flattening Alexis to the canvas in a wide spreadeagle.
Spinning Heel Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=mrgdN-4NZP0 ) 00:17
The Empress dives atop her peasant in a lateral press, hooking the far leg for the…
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Suguitan shoves a shoulder up, slopping to her side beside the sneering Singh.
Unhappy with Alexis’ persistence, Amara grabs her foe by a wrist and shoulder and drags the faltering Suguitan to her feet. She aims her former partner at the corner above the elated Baby, then heaves the Phenom toward her former manager with an Irish Whip.
Alexis flies into the buckles, turning into a back-first collision. Rocked, she tosses her arms over the top ropes to stay upright but only creates an inviting target for the surging Subcontinental Siren. Singh sprints across the canvas with VanBuren sneaking her palms around an ankle to keep Alexis secured for her arrival.
Leaping into an avalanche splash, a wide-eyed Amara finds the corner empty, the Filipino shaking off Portia’s grip and sliding out of the way. Singh CRASHES into the unoccupied angle, thumping her chest into the top buckle and bouncing away in a drunken 180 straight into a side kick to her coppery tummy. Amara doubles with a guttural groan.
With the tide turning, a frantic VanBuren leaps to the apron of her corner, shouting at Castle, informing him of the Panther’s nonexistent chicanery. As she loudly makes her case, Alexis pulls Amara’s lowered head between her thighs, swaddles Singh’s belly and vaults the Bollywood Bombshell onto her shoulders.
Treating Amara like a lightweight, Alexis heaves her former teammate into the corner, the back of Amara’s skull CRASHING into the top buckle while an errant arm of the Empress strikes the temple of the ill-tempered Portia, VanBuren knocked to the floor in a heap, cradling her head, the sellout crowd reveling in the moment.
Turnbuckle Powerbomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9J-a1fSeTM )
With Singh collapsed at the foot of her corner and her manager down for the count on the floor, Alexis goes about mopping up the mess of her past to create a World Title-challenging future.
Suguitan hauls a demolished Singh to her feet, doubling her over with a knee deposited DEEP into the Indian’s gut. Reaching down the length of her foe’s back, Alexis slips her fingers beneath the spandex of either leg sleeve of Singh’s gear. She tugs the thin polymer toward her, creating an agonizing wedgie that draws a mewling Singh to her tiptoes, the Bollywood Bombshell set to receive the pulverizing Panty Peeler, a wedgie-assisted Tiger Driver of the former apartment wrestler’s own creation that would end the argument of who the real Standardbearer is once and for all.
Panty Peeler ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqvKljfy3Xo )
But as Alexis starts to lift for the final say, Portia, back on the apron, reaches over the ropes and latches onto the rising legs of her client, bringing Amara back to earth to the chagrin of the fans and the complaint of Castle.
VanBuren taunts the thwarted Alexis and Suguitan tosses Singh aside to make a point with her former boss. Baby has a glittering goal of her own, namely the gold knux sneakily surrounding her right fist. She swings for Alexis’ chin but the Phenom ducks under the right cross. Grabbing Baby’s arm Alexis tugs Portia into the ring, Baby flipping over the strands and CRASHING down across her spine.
Violently tugged her former manager to stooped feet, Alexis provides a twofer, YANKING VanBuren’s ivory drawers HIGH between her thighs, Portia shrieking in pain from the wedged material. And up VanBuren goes for certain destruction. Until from behind, Amara throws a clip into the back of Alexis’ left knee. Suguitan collapses to the canvas in anguish, grasping at her lower limb as a frantic Baby pulls lycra from her personal space.
As Portia completes her wardrobe housekeeping, an angered Amara lifts and pulls a stooped, limping Alexis to center stage, again stuffing braincase between thighs. Singh doesn’t falter, VAULTING Alexis high atop her shoulders and sitting out for the PowerBollyBomb.
PowerBollyBomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjSpD_5Lu08 )
The impact rattles the ring and drives the consciousness from Suguitan. Castle quickly drops to the Phenom’s side to count out the win, but a snarling Singh tosses Alexis’ stems aside, sweeping Suguitan to her chest.
She mounts her foe in a forward-facing crouch and the crowd groans in worry as they know very well what’s coming. There’s no escape for the flaccid Alexis, her arms posted over each knee. Amara laces her fingers and places the cupped hands under Suguitan’s chin.
The ultimate agony of the Bolly Clutch is quickly in full force when Amara leeeeans back taking Alexis’ upper torso with her, ravaging the Phenom’s neck and spine, drawing the Filipino out of her stupor and into a bawling anguish, the Panther trapped.
Bollywood Clutch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-vwCVj6cfI&list=PL0kg7jYEdPNEIDCmVTkNAV9wCLD8AvSw8 )
Suguitan is soon gazing at the rafters so curved is her vertebrae, Amara enjoying every second of the torture until Alexis can take no more, squealing out “I QUIT’ a half dozen times after twice as many seconds.
Nick leaps to his feet, hastily calling for the bell and receiving it. He turns back to a wailing Alexis, Singh attempting to break the back of the captured Panther and well on her way until Castle threatens to overturn the decision.
Amara relents letting a sobbing Suguitan’s chest drop to the deck. Singh pushes to her feet and has her arm raised as the announcer makes the result official.
“Your winner…by submission…Amara Singh!”
As the crowd provides their halfhearted disapproval, an enraged Portia shoves Alexis to her back and mounts her face in a reverse straddle, pounding her undercarriage into the Phenom’s features. She demands Amara fold what’s left of Alexis and hand over the golden-brown legs of the fading star.
Baby secures each under an arm as she waggles her pert backside into Suguitan’s face then digs a set of nails into Alexis’ sweetspot. The final cries of the Phenom are swallowed by VanBuren’s ass, as she ends the pain and humiliation by smothering Suguitan into oblivion, the Panther’s arms flailing weakly as she’s run over by the vintage Portia 911, the limbs finally falling still over her head.
Baby allows the comatose Alexis to fold out of the catastrophic cradle. She rises flushed and dewy from sweat, the manager grasping a moment of her glory days to celebrate the victory of her franchise player and the final ultimate dissolution of $uguitan Unlimited.
Baby rises and stares down at Alexis’ haggard yet resplendent body, wiping her hands.
“I always get the last word, bytch. You’re terminated.”
After her team failed miserably to gain its revenge against Leggs, Inc. at Seasons’ Beatings, the Gold Standard routed by the blossoming Amazons, ending any chance the former champs would reclaim the gold in the foreseeable future, Baby at least found the opportunity to set things straight with her and the Phenom.
After the match, she and the singular woman she now represents, took out their frustration on the partner they blame for the calamitous performance, the Penthouse Panther Alexis Suguitan.
VanBuren even went so far as to send her beloved polo mallet Precious rocketing into the Filipinos’s undercarriage in an emphatic exclamation point of a firing. Though long delayed in coming, it seemed Portia avenged herself once and for all for the way Alexis retired VanBuren from in-ring action years ago, sending Baby out to pasture in an ambulance.
But to her dismay, Fortune’s Favorite finds herself and her Golden Empress Amara Singh signed to the grudgiest of matches, the only saving grace, the slender socialite could remain on the outside as Amara’s manager instead of risking life and limb against the dangerous Panther.
Priyanka Chopra and Pitbull and their groove "Exotic” breaks through the murmur on the opposite side of the curtains, the accompaniment heralding the return to singles action of the Subcontinental Siren.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPhhZg9v9NU ).
Moving through is a set of musclebound men, clad in gold loin clothes and sandals. Excited yet repulsed by the classic homecoming of the Empress, the despicable Singh draws the enmity of the FAWNatics.
AMARA SINGH
The behemoths carry an ornate bed, where upon the Bollywood Bombshell lies. As the ‘exotic’ grappler is carried toward the ring on the curious conveyance, the FAWNatics batter her with boos. And the anger only grows when the scorned Manhattanite follows, shouting directions at Singh’s conveyors.
PORTIA VANBUREN
Flawless in her immaculate, white tennis togs; a form-fitting, Louis Vuitton tank, short skirt with white socks and thousand-dollar immaculate tennies, VanBuren leads the men and their Empress. In her right hand is Precious, Baby pointing the way to the ring.
Behind and above, the copper-skinned beauty writhes on her cushioned platform to the sound of the catchy beat. Below, the men’s gaze never leaves Portia, oblivious to the outstretched hands of the fans and the movements of the bronzed, ebony-haired beauty above.
The announcer greets the spectacular arrival of the Subcontinent’s most acclaimed warrior.
"The next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit. Standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 133 pounds from Cawnpore, India…Amara Singh."
Having reached their destination, the men lower the ornate bed so it’s even with the apron and Singh gracefully slides from bedside to ringside. Portia helps Singh slide from beneath a sparkling golden robe, revealing the curvy form beneath.
The momentary striptease draws a round of rabid applause within the jeers, Singh dropping a pearly sneer upon the peasants. She moves through the ropes, taking center stage.
Amara is clad in an ornately designed, gold bra and matching gold and red, lacy harem pants, her feet bare. Her raven tresses fall just past her shoulders in wild waves, dark copper skin glowing under the lights. Singh raises a microphone to her full rosy lips, but VanBuren, having entered behind, requests Amara provide her the amplifier.
“Alexis,” Portia begins, “Your idiocy knows no bounds. After causing the end of an epic tag title run Amara created with my guidance, you dare step in the ring against us. You deserved the humiliation you received at Beatings. You gave Leggs those titles and we gave you what you earned.
“We let you survive, free to open dark shows, while Amara and I claim the World Title she warrants. Now you foolishly want to press your luck. You’ve decided to end your career tonight Jersey. I can’t wait to see the Empress break you and see the medics sweep you into the dustbin of history.”
The FAWNatics don’t seem to appreciate Portia’s prediction and they let her know.
Sneering at their jeers, VanBuren drops the mic and leads Singh to her corner where the duo discuss strategy against their former colleague.
The flawless exotique can wait no longer, breaking through the curtains and moving to center stage. She stares daggers at her former partner and manager, blood in her dark pools. Her reputation as bridesmaid but never bride squelched by her tag title run, Alexis, on her own once more, seems to have the chip squarely back on her shoulder, particularly after Portia’s vile mallet-enhanced uppercut.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN
The golden-brown, destroyer-class beauty bounces from one foot to another, battle gear perfectly positioned on her flawless form. Microphone already in hand, she pulls it to her lips.
“Portia! You know what I can do. First. I’m going to do to your lackey what I did to you. Put the bytch in a wheelchair and roll her onto the first flight to New Delhi. Next. I’m taking your managerial career just like I took the pathetic excuse for a wrestling profession in the ring.”
Suguitan drops the stick and breaks two joined fists apart in a snapping motion. Instantly, Baby dips through the ropes and drops to the floor, pointing Amara in the Panther’s direction, Baby clearly taking heed.
The FAWNtron shows a quickly shifting montage of metropolitan skylines from around the world; Chicago, New York, London, Paris, Sydney, Los Angeles, Rio and ultimately Orlando, with the FAWN arena on prominent display. The speakers kick in, Fall Out Boy’s ‘Centuries’ blasting through the bowl.
Some legends are told,
Some turn to dust or to gold,
But you will remember me,
Remember me for centuries.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBr7kECsjcQ )
The CEO of $uguitan Unlimited raises her arms high, a war cry emanating from her lips. The usually icy Penthouse Panther is anything but tonight, the FAWNatics offering some hopeful applause as she heads down the ramp.
Understanding he may not get the chance once Alexis is inside the ring, the announcer takes his opportunity.
“And her opponent. From Manila in the Philippines, she stands five feet and eight inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Penthouse Panther, the Filipino Phenom; she is ALEXIS SUGUITAAAAAAAAN!”
The CEO sports a gleaming white two piece that almost glows against the copper of her complexion. The pro-style trappings continue with matching knee-pads and shin-high boots, the former adorned with stylized ‘$’ signs. Last but not least is a voluminous sleeveless mink coat, an accessory that would look just as appropriate at a red carpet premiere or adorning the shoulders of some warrior queen as she strides into battle.
Suguitan is all business, passing on slapping hands with the crowd. She ascends the ring steps and slips through the ropes, asking senior official Nick Castle to relieve her of her ivory-hued garb.
As he complies, Suguitan charges Amara, catching the Empress off-guard and pounding Singh back into the buckles of her corner.
After tossing the fur to the floor below, Castle wildly waves for the bell and it tolls as Alexis delivers forearm after forearm to Singh’s jaw, rocking her former partner, Baby shrieking for Castle to regain control.
Nick arrives, shouting at Suguitan to let the Empress out of the corner. Instead, Alexis spins and collects the dipped head of Singh over a shoulder in a ¾ facelock before transferring her grip to the Indian’s dark locks. The Phenom flips Amara toward the center of the ring with a hairmare, Amara landing HARD on her backside. The wincing Singh reaches for her tailbone as Alexis surges toward her from behind.
Suguitan uses Singh as a literal stepping stone, SMASHING Amara’s face into the deck as she plants her boot between the shoulderbalaes of the Subcontinental Siren and walks over her former partner to the far ropes. Hitting the rubber-coated steel, she sprints at her seated target and THUMPS a soccer kick into Singh’s chest, knocking Amara flat to the canvas, Singh covering her bosom with a swaddling arm.
Alexis stares at her erstwhile manager, the woman she retired from in-ring competition before returning as allies to become a fearsome team with the Empress.
“When she’s sent to the poor house from the penthouse, I’ll be coming for you next.”
VanBuren swallows hard but steels herself.
“There’s a reason she’s with me and you’re not. She’s a winner.”
“Is she?” Alexis asks, surrounding Amara’s head in her hands and roughly tugging the grimacing Singh to her feet.
Suguitan ROCKS the Indian with a European Uppercut under her chin, Amara’s arms pinwheeling to keep herself upright. The Filipino NAILS her foe with a second and a third, the Empress’ back soon pressed into the buckles, an arm thrown over the top rope on either side to help keep her upright.
Alexis’ attack is unrelenting. With the Indian cornered, Suguitan fashions both hands into blades and CHOPS them down into either side of the golden-brown neck of the Subcontinental Siren. But Alexis doesn’t stop with one set, instead unleashing a flurry of Mongolian Chops until Amara is brought to her knees from the pounding.
The Penthouse Panther shows some of her pre-FAWN apartment house experience, turning both cheeks and PUSHING them into Amara’s mug, giving the Empress a healthy scrub with her bountiful backside.
At the count of ‘FOUR’, Alexis strides away from a sputtering, greasy-faced Singh, Amara wearily pulling to her feet with the help of the strands. It’s unfortunate timing for the reeling Singh as a charging Suguitan BURIES her under an avalanche splash of Phenomenal Filipino.
A dazed Amara staggers out of the buckles when the Panther bounces off, Alexis quickly catching her foe from behind. Suguitan dips, wrapping her arms around Amara’s coppery-skinned thighs while pushing her head between. Showing the strength that made her war with Veronica Treymane legendary, Alexis lifts a bug-eyed Amara to an electric chair position atop her shoulders. She shrugs Singh backwards so Amara drapes down her back, still trapped in mid-air by the Filipino’s grip of her legs.
Alexis walks her cargo toward Singh’s corner and her manager on the floor below. She winks at Baby then sends Amara hurtling forward, sending Singh’s face SMASHING into the bottom buckle with an Inverted Alabama Slam.
Inverted Alabama Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yp0hcfWRG7k )
The crowd groans in sympathy, Singh’s noggin snapping back violently from the impact. Alexis grabs the Empress by her ankles and drags her toward center stage where she flips the semi-conscious Indian to her back then settles her body tight in a crossbody press for the…
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Portia’s biting her lower lip as Singh kicks out of the pinning predicament before Castle’s third slap. Alexis, up to her haunches next to the splayed Amara, holds her thumb and index finger a couple inches apart.
“Still so sure?” the Panther hisses at the FAWN legend.
Alexis grabs a wrist and pulls the dazed Singh to her feet, Amara wobbling next to the dominant Phenom. Moving side to side, both women pointed in the same direction, Alexis grapevines her right leg around Amara’s left then pivots 90 degrees and lifts her left leg over the back of a dipped Empress’ neck. Suguitan captures her former partner’s far arm, securing an octopus stretch.
Octopus Stretch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=-joY-4jQuXo )
She buries an elbow into Amara’s ribs initially but then adds her own penthouse touch, turning the digging joint into a clutching claw of Singh’s bosom, the apartment house roots of the Filipino showing themselves as she squeezes and scrapes the tender flesh, demanding Singh surrender.
Castle asks if Amara wants to capitulate, but VanBuren answers for her charge, screaming a vehement “NO!”
Amara shows her negative in a different way, forcing through the agonizing pain to straighten her stooped frame. A suddenly flustered Alexis shakes her head in disbelief before Singh lays out, CRUSHING Suguitan beneath with a makeshift Samoan Drop that breaks the Subcontinental Siren out of the submission hold and puts a temporary end to the Panther’s match domination.
Neither coppery-hued beauty is quick to rise, each struggling to reach vertical, but Amara, having taken most of the pounding, reaches her feet a tick after Alexis, the Phenom pulling Singh into a side headlock.
Amara’s hands move the hips of her fellow former tag champion and shoves Suguitan off and away, Alexis using the momentum to hit the cables in front of her and rebound at full speed toward the Indian stationed mid-ring. Alexis buries a shoulder slightly as she closes the gap and RAMS into Amara. Singh backtracks a step but no more, the Phenom unable to hide her surprise Singh remains on her feet.
The Empress motions for Alexis to try again and Suguitan is more than happy to take another shot. She turns and gets no more than a step toward the ropes before Singh reaches out, sinks her fingers into Alexis’ ebony locks, and rips the Filipino warrior to the deck, getting catty with the infamous catfighter.
Amara leaps above the grimacing Suguitan and DRIVES an elbow smash into the cleft of the Filipino’s spandex-clad bosom, Alexis spasming from the blow to her breastbone.
The Empress quickly mounts her foe in a kneeling forward-facing straddle of the CEO of $uguitan Unlimited. She batters away with fists and forearms, Alexis desperately covering with a cage of forearms blocking most of the blows but not all. However, as Alexis concentrates above, the vile Singh raises a knee and RAMS it into the Phenom’s crotch.
Alexis’ dark eyes bulge as she shoots to a seated position, hands burying between her thighs, trying unsuccessfully to push out the invading knee, Amara grinding it in to increase the pounding pain.
“Ya…ya…ya,” Alexis stutters, her voice cracking.
“You asked for it,” Portia shouts from the sidelines. “This woman’s a thoroughbred, an elite. She carried you.”
As VanBuren continues, Singh rises and pulls a knock-kneed Alexis up with her.
“And now you’re going to learn what WE already know, she will be something you NEVER will. A WORLD CHAMPION!”
With Suguitan frozen in front of her, stooped and mewling, Amara pivots and sends a blazing backhand chop into the chest of the Filipino, staggering the Penthouse Panther. Alexis waddles in reverse until Amara catches her and delivers another SMACK eliciting the requisite ‘WOOOO’ from the FAWNatics. The onslaught continues until the blistered Alexis is cornered above Baby, the slender socialite beaming about the turn of fortune.
“Sweet bridesmaid,” Portia roars, “I used you. We used you. And for that use you were sufficient. Until you weren’t. Now we’re going to toss you in the garbage and let them send you back to Manila C.O.D.”
But the words seem to energize Alexis. She grabs Amara by the shoulders and swings her by, switching positions with the startled Indian. Suguitan pivots 90 degrees and raises her right leg, stuffing the boot sole sideways under Singh’s chin. She pushes upward and back, forcing the gasping Empress to lean back over the top buckle.
Portia wails at Castle to break the contact, screaming at the lead official to get the Phenom off her so-called future champion.
“Ask if your bride can breathe, bytch,” Alexis shouts at her former friend/enemy/manager.
The Filipino relents at ‘FOUR’, pulling her golden-brown lower limb away but immediately returning the attack to the choking Amara. Suguitan scoops Singh up under the thighs and plants her in a seat on the top buckle. With Portia directly below, desperately trying to distract Alexis, the Penthouse Panther leaps to a stance on the middle ropes.
The Phenom collects her foe in a double underhook then tugs the Subcontinental Siren to a dangerous stance on either side of the top buckle. It’s a huge gravity assist from there as the exotique in white yanks the unsteady Singh off her perch, laying out and delivering the Filipino Butterfly to her former partner from the penthouse. Amara’s spine THUMPS against the canvas, the momentum of the fearsome collision forcing her to a seated position before she flops to a shoulder demolished.
Filipino Butterfly ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Orz-JWT9QEI )
Thankfully for the frantic VanBuren, Alexis isn’t in much better shape. She lies on her back, staring at the rafters, trying to regain her strength and bearings. Finally, Suguitan rolls to her chest, pushes to all fours, and crawls to Singh, flopping her carcass across the top of the wrecked Empress for the…
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THRNOOO!
Amara answers her manager’s prayers, shifting a shoulder off the canvas to the enormous disappointment of the crowd, the FAWNatics warming to the Phenom the more she drives Baby batty.
While Singh’s saves herself, she’s unable to budge after the reflex keeps her alive in the match. Alexis rolls up to her haunches next to what’s left of the Empress and stares knowingly, understanding her former partner is a bytch, but a tough one.
Slowly, the golden-brown grappler rises and stares a hole through VanBuren, drawing a thumb across her throat before turning her attention back to Singh. She grabs Amara by her head and tugs the rubbery Indian to unsteady feet. Wrapping her right arm around the back of Amara’s neck while ducking under Singh’s right arm, the Phenom grabs the Empress’ left wrist with her left hand then launches and spins her airborne foe, SLAMMING Amara down face and chest-first with her Manilla Gorilla.
Manilla Gorilla ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=QvMnTXTU5tw ) 00:18
Laid out in a single file, semiconscious, Amara’s easily shoved to her back by the rampaging Panther, Alexis dropping across her opponent’s shoulders and chest in a lateral press for the…
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THRNOOO!
Again, Singh digs deep to survive, inching a shoulder off the canvas in the nick of time. Suguitan rises to her knees and sweeping her hands through her long charcoal locks, more disbelief showing this time.
Perhaps realizing her charge needs a heaping helping of recovery time, Portia leaps to the apron and shouts at Castle. Nick takes the bait, turning and scolding the slender socialite. As the two argue, Alexis slips to her feet, surreptitiously backpedaling toward the Manhattanite before turning in a flash and surging into a forearm smash to VanBuren’s patrician features. Portia’s sent flying to the floor below, crashing and burning, ending in a stunned spreadeagle.
A beaming Alexis has every vote in the house now, the crowd roaring. She turns to find a wobbly Singh erect but falling into the ropes behind her. The Empress rebounds into a drunken stumble, directly into a charging Alexis who RIPS Singh off her feet with a thermonuclear clothesline from hell. Amara’s sent through a backflip from the force of the impact, crashing to her chest, unmoving.
The Phenom skids to a stop and takes a moment to enjoy the wreckage both on the floor and the mat.
“You bytches carried me?” she screams. “I don’t think so!”
Suguitan lowers to a forward-facing seat on the pits of Singh’s knees. Leaning forward, she slaps Amara’s sides, reflexively drawing back the Indian’s arms then snatching them at the wrists. The long coppery legs of the Filipino extend and Alexis crosses her feet under the chin of her fellow former tag champ. Locking the limbs at the ankles, Suguitan pulls back on her ‘handles’, drawing an awakening Singh into an agonizing surfboard-like maneuver the Phenom called her Panther’s Prey.
Arched in anguish, her chest thrust forward, head leaned back, arms pulled nearly from their sockets, back at a disturbing arc, Amara can do little but sob and survive. Alexis tips back until her shoulders are nearly on the canvas, increasing the curve of Singh’s spine to unnerving proportions.
“Ask her,” Alexis grunts, and Castle, standing in front of the welled eyes of the Indian, does as he’s told.
“Nuh…uh…no,” Amara stutters unconvincingly, but it counts as a denial all the same.
Alexis punishes her former teammate for another half-dozen seconds before frustration and weariness in her arms directs the Phenom to unlock her ankles and pull one boot behind the skull of the Empress. Releasing her grip on Singh’s wrists, Alexis simultaneously STOMPS Amara’s features into the thinly-sheathed plywood with formidable force, the Subcontinental Siren’s noggin bouncing off the deck disconcertingly before she’s again face down and stilled.
A risen Portia, leaning heavily against the apron, shouts at the woman she’s chosen over Alexis, but Singh isn’t responding, battered senseless by the CEO of $uguitan Unlimited.
“Buyer’s remorse?” Alexis shouts over a shoulder while rolling the insensate Singh to her back and climbing aboard in a schoolgirl pin, the Phenom’s shins pressed atop the golden biceps of the Indian warrior. Alexis raises her arms high in celebration as Castle counts out the…
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…no movement from the comatose Singh. But no THREE.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Suguitan bellows at the zebra.
Castle points behind the Filipino, showing Amara’s left ankle draped over the bottom cable.
“Fine,” the Panther growls, dismounting and pulling a slack Singh to stooped feet, Amara leaning heavily against her for to remain on her feet. The Empress stuffs a short stubby punch into Alexis’ breadbasket, drawing a soft grunt from Suguitan before a clubbing overhand right from the Phenm sends Singh to one knee, spinal column arching.
“Karma Amara,” Suguitan purrs, cupping a palm under the lowered chin of Singh and ‘helping’ the waylaid Indian back to something approaching vertical.
But before Alexis can continue the dismantling, Amara’s right hand flashes to her foe’s dark pools, blinding the Panther with a scrape of her nails. Suguitan shrieks in pain, turning and staggering away, sightless. She finds the ropes and feels her way to a corner before turning and rubbing furiously at her peepers.
“You’re going to PUUUUUHHH.”
Suguitan’s words are cut short as an ambling Amara still has enough left to leap with knee raised and ready, ramming the bony joint into the cleft of the Phenom’s bosom.
Singh takes a couple deep breaths after the collision, wearily lifting her right arm high but showing no lack of power in pointing the elbow and bringing it THUMPING down into the crown of Suguitan’s cranium. The potency of the connection drops Alexis to her backside, stems stretched in front of her, eyes glazed.
“Never could seal the deal,” Singh grunts between inhales, turning her cheeks to the reclined Filipino then STUFFING her ass into Alexis’ face. Swallowing Suguitan’s features, Amara swishes her behind across the mug of the flailing Alexis. The Phenom sputters when Singh pulls her booty away for a moment, the Filipino’s features greasy from the Harem Shake stinkface before she’s enveloped again, the Empress pounding and sweeping, the Panther’s thrashing slowing as she puts her hands against Amara’s hips and tries to shove instead.
Portia pumps her fist as the Empress grinds her golden bounty against Suguitan’s face.
“Give it to her,” VanBuren shouts. “Give her every last curve.”
Baby, not known for hers, enjoys the humiliating display of the woman who ended her in-ring career, even if Alexis helped her become FAWN’s foremost manager.
Apparently determining Alexis has been sufficiently Harem Shaken, Singh pulls her derriere from the Phenom’s features, Alexis drenched from the humidity of the mask.
“Get your ass up,” the Bollywood Bombshell demands, scooping the spent Sugutian up under her arms and leaning her foe into the buckles. Amara pivots and whistles a backhand chop that echoes through the arena, Alexis resuscitated into a painful grimace by the blow.
“Cream’s rising, bytch,” Singh informs, before administering another stinging chop.
Suguitan doesn’t take to the dissing, violently switching positions with a startled Amara. But before the golden-brown grappler can provide payback, Singh lands a forearm shiver to the jaw, staggering Suguitan, the Filipino backpedaling a couple steps, barely holding on to her verticality.
Amara, showing her underrated athleticism, places her palms on the top rope, either side of the corner, and hops to the middle ropes. Fluidly, she scampers to the top and launches, legs leading the way. They clamp shut around the head of her foe and she lets momentum do the rest, RIPPING Suguitan off her feet with the flying headscissors.
Flying headscissors ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1xvMNy-v44 ) 00:03
The Penthouse Panther is sent sliding across the canvas, but to her credit, she uses the momentum to scamper to her feet. She turns and sluggishly charges the rising Indian combatant. Easily halted with a deep toe kick to the tummy, Alexis is doubled at the waist in front of a drenched Singh. Amara wipes some errant ebony strands off her face and tugs the lowered noggin of the Phenom between her thighs.
With the standing head scissors secured, Amara wraps her arms around the gulping tummy of Suguitan. Showing her more familiar strength, she flips the destroyer-class brunette up her body, catching Alexis in a Canadian Backbreaker across her right shoulder.
Canadian Back breaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=OF76fLbtYSw ) 00:52
With her arms still enveloping the midriff of the overturned Phenom, Alexis curled on either side of the shoulder thrust into the base of her spine, Amara marches in a tight circle, showing off her prize to every corner of the arena. She shakes the breaker, drawing yet more anguish out of the hold, each step sending a pulse of pain through the Panther.
Still aware of her surroundings, Suguitan gets close enough to push off a set of ropes and flip from the precarious predicament, landing in front of the amazed Amara. Howver, Singh reacts quickly, spinning into a vicious heel kick to the chin, flattening Alexis to the canvas in a wide spreadeagle.
Spinning Heel Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=mrgdN-4NZP0 ) 00:17
The Empress dives atop her peasant in a lateral press, hooking the far leg for the…
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Suguitan shoves a shoulder up, slopping to her side beside the sneering Singh.
Unhappy with Alexis’ persistence, Amara grabs her foe by a wrist and shoulder and drags the faltering Suguitan to her feet. She aims her former partner at the corner above the elated Baby, then heaves the Phenom toward her former manager with an Irish Whip.
Alexis flies into the buckles, turning into a back-first collision. Rocked, she tosses her arms over the top ropes to stay upright but only creates an inviting target for the surging Subcontinental Siren. Singh sprints across the canvas with VanBuren sneaking her palms around an ankle to keep Alexis secured for her arrival.
Leaping into an avalanche splash, a wide-eyed Amara finds the corner empty, the Filipino shaking off Portia’s grip and sliding out of the way. Singh CRASHES into the unoccupied angle, thumping her chest into the top buckle and bouncing away in a drunken 180 straight into a side kick to her coppery tummy. Amara doubles with a guttural groan.
With the tide turning, a frantic VanBuren leaps to the apron of her corner, shouting at Castle, informing him of the Panther’s nonexistent chicanery. As she loudly makes her case, Alexis pulls Amara’s lowered head between her thighs, swaddles Singh’s belly and vaults the Bollywood Bombshell onto her shoulders.
Treating Amara like a lightweight, Alexis heaves her former teammate into the corner, the back of Amara’s skull CRASHING into the top buckle while an errant arm of the Empress strikes the temple of the ill-tempered Portia, VanBuren knocked to the floor in a heap, cradling her head, the sellout crowd reveling in the moment.
Turnbuckle Powerbomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9J-a1fSeTM )
With Singh collapsed at the foot of her corner and her manager down for the count on the floor, Alexis goes about mopping up the mess of her past to create a World Title-challenging future.
Suguitan hauls a demolished Singh to her feet, doubling her over with a knee deposited DEEP into the Indian’s gut. Reaching down the length of her foe’s back, Alexis slips her fingers beneath the spandex of either leg sleeve of Singh’s gear. She tugs the thin polymer toward her, creating an agonizing wedgie that draws a mewling Singh to her tiptoes, the Bollywood Bombshell set to receive the pulverizing Panty Peeler, a wedgie-assisted Tiger Driver of the former apartment wrestler’s own creation that would end the argument of who the real Standardbearer is once and for all.
Panty Peeler ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqvKljfy3Xo )
But as Alexis starts to lift for the final say, Portia, back on the apron, reaches over the ropes and latches onto the rising legs of her client, bringing Amara back to earth to the chagrin of the fans and the complaint of Castle.
VanBuren taunts the thwarted Alexis and Suguitan tosses Singh aside to make a point with her former boss. Baby has a glittering goal of her own, namely the gold knux sneakily surrounding her right fist. She swings for Alexis’ chin but the Phenom ducks under the right cross. Grabbing Baby’s arm Alexis tugs Portia into the ring, Baby flipping over the strands and CRASHING down across her spine.
Violently tugged her former manager to stooped feet, Alexis provides a twofer, YANKING VanBuren’s ivory drawers HIGH between her thighs, Portia shrieking in pain from the wedged material. And up VanBuren goes for certain destruction. Until from behind, Amara throws a clip into the back of Alexis’ left knee. Suguitan collapses to the canvas in anguish, grasping at her lower limb as a frantic Baby pulls lycra from her personal space.
As Portia completes her wardrobe housekeeping, an angered Amara lifts and pulls a stooped, limping Alexis to center stage, again stuffing braincase between thighs. Singh doesn’t falter, VAULTING Alexis high atop her shoulders and sitting out for the PowerBollyBomb.
PowerBollyBomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjSpD_5Lu08 )
The impact rattles the ring and drives the consciousness from Suguitan. Castle quickly drops to the Phenom’s side to count out the win, but a snarling Singh tosses Alexis’ stems aside, sweeping Suguitan to her chest.
She mounts her foe in a forward-facing crouch and the crowd groans in worry as they know very well what’s coming. There’s no escape for the flaccid Alexis, her arms posted over each knee. Amara laces her fingers and places the cupped hands under Suguitan’s chin.
The ultimate agony of the Bolly Clutch is quickly in full force when Amara leeeeans back taking Alexis’ upper torso with her, ravaging the Phenom’s neck and spine, drawing the Filipino out of her stupor and into a bawling anguish, the Panther trapped.
Bollywood Clutch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-vwCVj6cfI&list=PL0kg7jYEdPNEIDCmVTkNAV9wCLD8AvSw8 )
Suguitan is soon gazing at the rafters so curved is her vertebrae, Amara enjoying every second of the torture until Alexis can take no more, squealing out “I QUIT’ a half dozen times after twice as many seconds.
Nick leaps to his feet, hastily calling for the bell and receiving it. He turns back to a wailing Alexis, Singh attempting to break the back of the captured Panther and well on her way until Castle threatens to overturn the decision.
Amara relents letting a sobbing Suguitan’s chest drop to the deck. Singh pushes to her feet and has her arm raised as the announcer makes the result official.
“Your winner…by submission…Amara Singh!”
As the crowd provides their halfhearted disapproval, an enraged Portia shoves Alexis to her back and mounts her face in a reverse straddle, pounding her undercarriage into the Phenom’s features. She demands Amara fold what’s left of Alexis and hand over the golden-brown legs of the fading star.
Baby secures each under an arm as she waggles her pert backside into Suguitan’s face then digs a set of nails into Alexis’ sweetspot. The final cries of the Phenom are swallowed by VanBuren’s ass, as she ends the pain and humiliation by smothering Suguitan into oblivion, the Panther’s arms flailing weakly as she’s run over by the vintage Portia 911, the limbs finally falling still over her head.
Baby allows the comatose Alexis to fold out of the catastrophic cradle. She rises flushed and dewy from sweat, the manager grasping a moment of her glory days to celebrate the victory of her franchise player and the final ultimate dissolution of $uguitan Unlimited.
Baby rises and stares down at Alexis’ haggard yet resplendent body, wiping her hands.
“I always get the last word, bytch. You’re terminated.”