Post by hawkeye on Nov 27, 2023 0:22:57 GMT
FAWN's annual Anthology of Anguish was far closer to the finale than the cold open, yet there were still a couple more tales of terror on the list, as evidenced by the communal shudder than ran through the Basement Dwellers when the Madhouse's signature floating camera took hold of the 'tron and set loose on a dizzying path through the bowels of the old building. Following seemingly countless random turns down a series of increasingly narrow industrial hallways, the camera veered into a freight elevator of distressingly antique vintage. The cramped confines of the elevator were actually quite prosaic save for a small sign plastered above the rows of buttons. The sign was bone white, with deep red letters that looked... sticky. It read:
These Woods Aren't Safe At Night
The camera bobbled in place so its fellow passengers could mull the warning, which most were still doing when the door shut with a loud groan and the elevator chugged down, down, down, nearly a full minute of down before rattling to a stop. The camera wasted no time escaping the narrow space and despite coming out in the grimiest hallway yet, it showed no hesitation in blazing a trail. Several more turns followed and then the journey ended in front of a door with a brass panel that read:
Posted: No Tresspassing
Immune to such warnings, the camera barged through and into the hunting grounds of the Madhouse's newest Queen.
Those fans that'd been following ownership of this particular real estate for any length of time couldn't help but let out a surprised gasp when they saw what the Camouflage Crusher had done to the place. Gone were the Gothic flourishes favored by both Brewster and Lemarchand and there was absolutely no evidence of the stark, minimalist madness Winterrest imparted. In their places was something more akin to an elegant hunting lodge than a haunted castle. The central staircase still dominated the first floor, but the floors were all hardwood burnished to a mellow glow. Here and there were worn area rugs that provided a bit of padding, but it was clear that prolonged encounters on the ground would be most unpleasant. To the left of the stairs was what appeared to be a dining hall dominated by a huge wooden table capable of seating a dozen or more and beyond that, in what clearly had to be a marvelous feat of trickery carried out by the Madhouse design team, the whole wall was a series of glass 'windows' looking out on a snow dusted mountain vista from somewhere deep in the Rockies. Off to the right was a flagstone fireplace roughly the size of a Pullman car faced by a U-shaped ring of couches and easy chairs. Referee Al Carpenter was waiting beside one of these chairs when a word from his ear-piece told him the guests were about to arrive. Looking concerned as ever, the lanky zebra moved to the foot of the stairs as the Announcer began to speak.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with no time limit and it is for possession of the Queen's Chambers for the next year! Introducing first, she is the challenger. Hailing from Bridgeport, Connecticut, she stands five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one-hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Neo-Noir Knockout, this is VERONICA TREYMANE!”
VERONICA TREYMANE:
A raucous round of applause from those watching from a few floors up when 'Machine Gun Blues' hit the speakers and the Dangerous Dame stormed through the doors like a woman on a mission. Usually happy to play through the pomp and circumstance of introductions, the former World Champion glared around the first floor and, not seeing her adversary, started straight for the stairs. She might've bounded out of reach if Al wasn't very good at his job and even then he had to reach out to catch her by the wrist.
“Gotta hang back for a little bit longer, 'Ronnie.” he explained. “This place runs on traditions. Gotta respect that, even if you loathe current ownership.”
Treymane didn't look happy, but after a moment she backpedaled down the stairs and took up position beside the official. For tonight's battle against a woman she'd grown to despise, the sturdy blonde stunner sported AHW-approved black & white pinstriped briefs and a matching tank-top. Letting out a slow breath to steady herself, Veronica nodded, looked around and muttered, “Looks like someone never got over their crush on Ernest Hemingway.”
Al snorted but didn't outright laugh, he didn't quite dare while he was looking at the series of taxidermied animal heads mounted on the wall behind the banquet table. “Better say that with a smile. You wouldn't want to join the poor elk over there would you?”
Treymane didn't get a chance to respond before the Announcer broke in. “And introducing her opponent. Hailing from Denver, Colorado, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and forty three pounds. She is one half of the FAWN Tag Team Champions and the reigning, defending Queen of the Madhouse. This is BECKY CLAYTON!”
BECKY CLAYTON:
When she'd entered these Chambers as a challenger, the sound of 'White Flag' on the speakers had raised unanimous cheers. Entering as queen, it drew nothing but disdain, the response only growing louder as the BFG appeared on the second floor landing and made her way down the stairs. Like her opponent, Bex was decked out in a fightin' tank-top and panties, but where 'Ronnie chose pinstripes, Clayton went with a seasonally appropriate orange and black camouflage pattern. Lips curled up in a smirk as she reached the foyer, Clayton brushed by Carpenter and chested into Treymane hard enough to bump the blonde backward. “I'm so glad it's you.” Becky sneered even as Treymane caught her balance and surged in nose to nose. “I thought it might be Pandora, or even Sue, but I'm SO glad it's your whiny, overrated ass, Treymane.”
“That tune's going to change real quick, Daisy.” Veronica murmured. “You may leave with gold, but you sure as hell won't be a Queen in the morning.”
“That's what you fucking think.” Clayton hissed. “I'm gonna rule this place for as long as I damned well please. Just like I already rule your ass.”
The promises of pain and suffering continued until Al ever so carefully threaded an arm between his charges. “Ladies, please.” he said softly. “Step back and acknowledge that you understand the rules of the match as I have laid them out for you earlier this evening.”
Becky actually did, the former World Champ, current Tag Champ and owner of these chambers offering the official a winning smile. “No need for such formality in the Great Lodge, Carpenter.” she murmured before turning her attention back to Veronica. “We all know the 'rules' of this fight come down to 'please don't maim the whiny bitch intruding on my property.'”
Carpenter sighed. “And do you promise not to maim anyone this evening, Bex?”
“Oh, I'll try. But I can't promise a fucking thing.”
The ref shifted his gaze to Treymane, who was still glaring a hole through the other Destroyer. “And you, Veronica? You promise not to maim anyone in your bid for this place?”
“I could care less about the real estate, Sheamus.” the blonde answered. “I'm here to make the Daisy who 'owns' it regret every gutless decision she's made in the last--”
'Ronnie was interrupted not by some keening screech or Gothic church bell, but the deep, ominous 'huuhwhaaaaaaaaa!' of a hunting horn.
The sound caught both she and Carpenter by surprise, Clayton however had been waiting for just such a signal and she kicked off the festivities with a quick, vicious Bitch Slap that CRACKED off the interloper's mouth! Treymane's head snapped back in a cloud of gold, so Bex snatched a handful of hair and reeled her in close to deliver another slap before mashing her foe's cheeks together between thumb and forefinger. “You have no idea what I'm going to put you through tonight, honeybunch.” she sneered. “You may have walked in as a gangster, but you're leaving with your head or your panties mounted over the fireplacNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Shaking off her initial surprise, 'Ronnie caught hold of Clayton's wrist and wrenched it away from her face just to THUNK a quick Headbutt into the bridge of her rival's nose! Becky staggered, albeit not nearly as much as the blonde would've liked, so the Pinstripe Powerhouse reared back and CLAPPED Clayton's cheek with a backhand swat that sent the brunette stumbling to one side!
Treymane could've reached out and brought her back with a handful of hair, instead she gave chase and warmed her foe's cheek with two more quick slaps. The third blow seemed to break Clayton out of her stupor, but all she managed was a furious growl before Veronica raised both hands high overhead and brought them CRAAACKING down on the Peacemaker's breasts!
“The decoration may scream Hemingway.” 'Ronnie huffed as Becky backed off with one arm crossed over her chest. “But we all know this place is just a dressed-up prison yard. And Daisy, tonight I'm making you my prison bitngh!”
Clayton recovered her bearings and shot in low and fast to drive a shoulder into the pit of Treymane's stomach. In the same instant she hooked her arms around the challenger's upper thighs and would've dumped her to the hardwood floor if Veronica hadn't hunched forward and slapped on a rough Front Facelock. Locking both hands in a snug S-grip, the Gorgeous Gangster yoked up and wrenched her foe back and forth to effectively stuff the takedown attempt. Of course Clayton didn't much appreciate the defense so she draaaaaaaaaaaagged her nails across Treymane's thighs just below the swell of her glutes, then grabbed a double handful of those pinstripe briefs and yanked them up in a hateful wedgie!
Treymane cursed and went up on tiptoe to alleviate the pain, but she didn't relinquish her control over the brunette's noggin. Instead she pumped a couple Kneelifts into Bex's midsection, then halved her grip so she could hunch over and deliver a few hard slaps to the Queen's bunched buns. “That all you got?” she snapped at the fuming brunette. “You really think you're gonna maim me with a goddamned wedgie?”
Clayton snarled and pulled on her bottoms again but Treymane didn't answer with a tug of her own. Instead she curled her slappin' hand into a spade and dragged it all the way from the small of her back up to her bra-strap just to repeat the pass half a dozen more times! Once she was finally satisfied with the welts raised in her wake, the blonde grabbed hold of Bex's bra-strap and pulled it up just to SNAP it against her bare skin!
“BITCH!” Becky yelped louder than she cared to admit. “I'm gonna rip you apart for thaNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Treymane pounded her across the lower back with three Overhead Forearm Smashes, then abandoned the Facelock so she could snake her arms around Clayton's midsection in a brawny Gutwrench. 'Ooooooooooohhh!' from the distant FAWNatics when the Dangerous Dame muscled Becky off her feet and tromped over to the couch opposite the fireplace. Positioned behind and slightly to the left of the furniture, Veronica drew back and swung her burden like a mallet so that Clayton's left hip THWHUMPED against the corner!
Becky groaned and abandoned the wedgie to pound some elbows into Treymane's lower back, alas she only managed a few glancing blows before the the blonde smashed her into the hard corner one, two, three more times! With Becky hanging petulantly in her grasp, the Pinstripe Powerhouse pivoted around so she was facing the unobtrusive cameraman broadcasting all the action to everyone in the Madhouse and the world beyond. Offering them a sly smile, Treymane freed her left hand and made a show of flattening it into a paddle before she unleashed a withering barrage of swats on those vulnerable glutes!
“FUCKER!” Clayton shrieked as her buns began to roast. “YOU'RE GONNA HHNNGGGH!”
'Ronnie punished her with a retaliatory wedgie, then doubled down on the Gutwrench so she could muscle the BFG up 'n over the back of the couch, an awkward, albeit padded landing that would've been far more tolerable if the back of the brunette's skull hadn't bounced offa the heavy armrest. Pleased by the heavy thump of her foe bouncing atop the sturdy couch, Veronica allowed herself a moment to smooth back her hair and undo the wedgie Clayton had inflicted upon her a few moments prior. Then it was right back to work, the strong blonde stunner circling around to the front of the couch where she grabbed hold of Becky's ankles and jerked her forward so she was stretched out full length.
Being dazed from the landing didn't stop Clayton from trying to sit up, it did however prevent her from offering any meaningful defense when Treymane grabbed hold of one shoulder and pwak-pwak-PWAAAK'ed a trio of heavy punches into the Queen's flat tummy! “Bitch!” Bex soaked up the blows and snatched a double handful of hair in the ropes of drawing 'Ronnie in close, alas the blonde gripped her attacker's shoulders in return and made her pay for the encroachment by THUMPING a heavy knee down onto those aching abdominals!
Clayton 'oooofffffhed' and forgot all about the Gorgeous Gangster's hair, choosing instead to push and shove at Treymane's encroaching knee. Veronica didn't try to stop her, she did however keep [i[grrrrrrrrriiiiinding[/i] the bony joint back and forth to force even more air from the brunette's lungs. She'd been at it for several seconds when the Camouflage Crusher stopped trying to push that impaling knee away and instead grabbed hold of her opponent's rack for a malicious, white-knuckle squeeze!
“Stuck up priss.” Clayton sneered as she gouged, crushed and generally mistreated her foe's girls. “Thought you could come in here and roughhouse with me? I'm gonna SHRED you before I let you crawl outta this placHHHRRRGGGHHHH!”
The Dangerous Dame made no effort to pull Becky's claws away, instead she grabbed the brunette's shoulders and pressed her down flat against the cushions so there was no twisting out of the way when she DROVE her left knee into Clayton's crotch! A second shot delivered immediately thereafter put Becky on the defensive, unfortunately Veronica grabbed both wrists and pinned them against the armrest so she could keep thumping and smashing away with the point of her knee!
“You're gonna shred me, Daisy?” Treymane's tone was calm, cool, and collected, though it was impossible to miss the current of meanness that ran under it all. “That's a pretty tough stance for a loser that can't get my knee away from her crotch. You any better at defending your tits?” Without waiting for an answer Veronica forced Clayton's wrists together so she could seize both in one hand. The blonde's free hand sought out the brunette's bounty and set about repaying previous slights with alternating slaps and squeezes to both vulnerable orbs.
“Kuuuuuhhhh... keep running that mouth, slut.” Clayton strained and fought against the catty assault, but her position was poor and that constantly grinding knee robbed her efforts of their usual strength. “You and I both know I'm gonna shut you up with a faceful of ass before this is all ov—oh bitch, don't you fuckin' darOOOOOWWW!”
Veronica, who'd waited the better part of a year for this one on one bout against her longtime rival, jerked down the cup sheathing Clayton's left breast, took her nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisted as hard as she could! Becky jolted like she'd been touched by a live wire, so Treymane pounded her with another Kneelift between the thighs so she could climb into a full straddle while still twisting and tweaking at the exposed nub.
“Ask her if she quits, Sheamus.” Treymane told the official after she'd taken the time to drive her tush into Clayton's tummy. “She's certainly not acting like someone who's interested in fighting all nig--”
Becky kicked both legs up and hooked them under the blonde's armpits! One strong backward yank was enough to make Treymane abandon her claw grip, but this didn't free Becky because the Gorgeous Gangster swiftly locked her hands and leaned forward to turn the would-be escape into a Matchbook! Baring her teeth at the brunette's snarl of frustration, 'Ronnie began to bounce in place, repeatedly THUMPING the medicine ball curve of her backside into the pit of Clayton's stomach. “Gonna tell the zebra you quit?” Treymane asked her foe after an especially hard landing forced an audible groan from the former World Champion. “Or are you going to take the three count like a cowAAAAAARRRHHHH BITCH!”
Bex was in no position to escape her current predicament, yet Veronica's trap meant her hands were occupied elsewhere which in turn meant there was no way for her to stop the Camouflage Crusher from catching a double fistful of waistband just below the blonde's navel and yanking them a good six inches north in a hellacious Inverted Wedgie! Veronica let loose at once so she could seize hold of Clayton's wrists, a goal she accomplished for a heartbeat or two before Becky popped her hips and sat up as hard as she could! This adjustment sent Treymane tumbling backward in an awkward somersault that freed her from the wedgie and deposited her on the floor by the far end of the couch. She was up in an instant and pounced on Becky, who'd just barely made it to her feet when she plunged both hands into the Destroyer's hair.
“Gotcha now you nasty HHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Clayton jabbed a thumb in 'Ronnie's eye, then grabbed her bottoms fore and aft and yanked them up in a brutal sawing motion that earned groans of sympathetic anguish from everyone watching from afar! “Oh, you got me, do ya bitch?” Bex was all wild eyes and gleaming teeth as she continued to dish out the catty torment. “I wonder, can you actually do anything about it or are ya gonna stand there and whi--”
Treymane buried both hands in the brunette's hair and would've smashed her between the eyes with a Headbutt if Clayton hadn't interrupted with a heavy Kneelift between the thighs! Veronica's knees sagged and she crumpled against the Peacemaker in a boozy clinch that lasted until Becky squirmed loose and slipped an arm between her legs. Throwing her other arm over the blonde's shoulder, Clayton scooped Treymane up onto one shoulder like a sack of mail, then tromped over to the low, tasteful coffee table and—sensing what was about to happen, Al Carpenter pleaded for temperance. “Bex please, do ya really hafta--” KER-ASH!
The One Woman Army went up on tiptoe, then slung 'Ronnie onto and through the furniture! The coffee table snapped in two while Veronica arched up in a bridge that probably would've lasted quite a bit longer if Clayton hadn't stomped on her chest to knock the blonde flat. Hands on her hips with that domineering foot still in place, Becky looked at the official and demanded, “Count.” Al did as told, swooping in beside the wreckage to swat the floor...
ONE...
TWO...
The Pinstripe Powerhouse swatted Clayton's foot away and twisted onto her side with slightly less than a full second to spare.
“You think that impresses me?” Becky scoffed as she bent down and filled her hands with the blonde's hair. “You're gonna have to do a lot more than play tackling dummy to hang with me, honeybunch.”
“Yuuuuhhhhh... you're the one who can't hang.” Treymane grunted as she was hauled to her feet in fits and starts. “That's why you went for my eyes. That's why you're renting space in my truNNNNGGGHHH!”
Becky clubbed her adversary across the shoulders with a huge Overhand Forearm Smash, then followed it up with another awful Kneelift, this one just below the blonde's navel. “What kind of gangster pisses and moans about a fair fight?” Clayton scoffed. “Oh that's right, a shitty-ass knock-off wannabe does!”
Slipping her right arm through Veronica's thighs, Bex made a point to grab a great clapping handful of buttock before she muscled Treymane back onto her shoulder. Simply slamming her prey through the wrecked table would've been good enough for most women, so of course Clayton moved around to the next side and then slung Veronica down as hard as she could! Another awful CRUNCH as the halves became quarters and though Treymane was stretched out flat on the rug, the BFG did not try for a pin. Instead she strolled back over to the couch and climbed up onto the cushions. Turning to face her prone rival, Bex flipped 'Ronnie off with both hands, then leapt from her perch and THWHUMPED down across Treymane's tummy with every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds! The demolished Dame's legs kicked up on impact, but Clayton only swatted them down so she could place controlling hands on Treymane's chest and belly while Carpenter counted...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Veronica got a hand under Becky's chin and shoved her clear of the cover, a show of resistance which cost her dearly as Clayton promptly balled her right hand into a fist and delivered no less than half a dozen Hammer Punches to the challenger's vulnerable midsection! “Still think you're fucking tuff?” the Camouflage Crusher barked at the groaning blonde. “Let me show you what you REALLY are!”
With that she sidled up to Treymane's head, swung a leg over and sat down with her full weight firm atop those upturned features! Snatching hold of 'Ronnie's wrists the instant she began to flail, Clayton forced them tight against the other woman's fluttering tummy and began working her hips this way and that! “Yeah, you think you're tuff? You think you're a challenger? Honeybunch, you're nothing but a seat! And not even the most comfortable seat in this place!” Mashing Treymane's wrists together so she could control them with one hand, Becky got some revenge by stuffing her free hand under 'Ronnie's tank-top so she could squeeze, pluck and rake to her heart's content. Biting her bottom lip in a coy smile when a particularly nasty twist earned an equally shrill reverberation against her undercarriage, the Queen of the Madhouse glanced to Al and muttered, “Count this loser down.”
Already close to the action, Carpenter dropped to his knees and swatted the floor...
ONE....
TWO...
THRENOOOOO!
Veronica popped her hips and shot her legs up and back, threading them under the brunette's armpits. Like Becky earlier, she sought to prize her enemy from the mount and like Becky she was only partially successful. She did manage to lift the BFG off her chest long enough to raise a shoulder (and draw a deep breath) but then Clayton wrapped her arms around the Pinstripe Powerhouse's upper thighs and leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaned all the way back in an equally demoralizing Reverse Matchbook!
“Did you manage to turn your pretty little face to one side?” Bex bounced a little harder when she heard more of Treymane's grunting and groaning than previous. “Normally I'd turn you face up right away, but I want everyone to hear you scream.”
“Huuuuhhh... huuuhhh.... only thing they're going to hear is your tears on the hardwood, DaisyYAAAAARRRRHHH FAAAAAHHHHK!”
Clayton curled her right hand into a claw and affixed it directly to the center of her opponent's bottoms! “Ask her!” Becky ordered Al as she poured on the pressure with that agonizing clamp! “Ask her if she wants to submit right now or wait until her nose is trapped between my--”
“FUCK OFF!” Treymane bellowed. “I won't give to a piece of shit like you!”
Bex's eyes narrowed to furious slots. “Is that so? Let's see if you really mean HHHHRRRRGGGGGHH!”
'Ronnie felt the brunette's fingers teasing her waistband and knew she meant to start working underneath in short order so she forced Clayton to reconsider that idea by grabbing a huge handful of those camouflage briefs for a retaliatory wedgie! Furious over the resistance, Becky curled that claw into a fist, raised it high overhead and brought a single nauseating strike down on her foe's center! The grip on her briefs didn't quite disintegrate, but it was certainly a non-issue when the former World Champion slung Treymane's legs aside and clambered to verticality with a disgusted little sniff.
“You wanna keep fighting?” Clayton 'flicked' her distended bottoms back into place, then scuffed a couple of light, taunting kicks against the side of Veronica's face. “C'mon bitch, don't waste my time. Lemme hear you say you wanna keep fighting.”
“Kiss my ass.” Veronica growled as she rolled onto all fours. “I'll never stop fightNNNGGHH!” The Peacemaker joined both hands into single fist, went up on tiptoe and then dropped to one knee to THUMP her rival between the shoulders with a huge Double Axehandle! A few more Overhand Forearm Smashes followed, Bex just pounding away on her opponent's shoulders like she was using a tire iron to put dents in sheet metal. Eventually she switched over to a Front Facelock and used it to haul the woozy blonde to her feet.
“C'mere. C'mon honeybunch, come right this way.” the Camouflage Crusher chided as she used the Facelock and a handful of waistband to walk Treymane into position behind one of the overstuffed easy chairs. “I'm gonna make you quit in front of all these people, 'Ronnie. Make you wail like a little bitch who will NEVER set foot in the Queen's Chambers again. And there's nothing you can do about it.”
The Gorgeous Gangster had thoughts, alas she wasn't able to voice them because Clayton pumped a hard punch into her ribs! Temporarily breaking her control on Treymane's trunks so she could sling the other Destroyer's near arm across her shoulders, Becky resumed her previous control and muscled Veronica directly overhead! Only instead of dropping back to complete the Vertical Suplex, she stepped forward and dropped her burden gut-first across the chair's headrest!
“HHHHRRGGGHHHHH!” Treymane's knees thumped against the seat and the chair rocked in place, but Becky grabbed hold on either side to keep it from tumbling over. Shifting to a grip on the blonde's hair shortly thereafter, Clayton settled into a slight crouch and lifted Veronica's head so she could murmur in one ear. “You got no chance in this place, honeybunch.” she said softly. “You can go inside a ring, I'll give you that. But the ring has rules and as much as you pretend to be a bad bitch, you're the biggest goody two-shoes I've ever met. So here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna tell the world how horribly outclassed you are tonight. And in exchange I'm going to let you leave her under your own pow--”
“I've got a better idea, dog-face.” Treymane grunted. “How about you eat shit and diEENNNNGGGHH!”
The Camouflage Crusher clobbered her rival with a quick Headbutt, then followed up with a Hip Attack to the temple in short order. “I love it when you try to sound like a bad-ass.” she snorted as she abandoned the hair-hold to circle around to the front of the chair. “All right cutie, you're such a hard-case, lets see you prove it.” Becky climbed onto the chair, the powerhouse brunette planting her knees on either side so she could settle into a rather comfortable seat upon her opponent's calves. Chest and tummy heavy against the curve of Treymane's back, Clayton looped her arms around the other wrestler's waist, then locked her hands and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed like a python crushing a mouse. “Break my grip, Ms. Bad-Ass.” Bex cooed against the nape of her prey's neck. “Break it before I break your fucking ribs.”
Now, fighting loose from a Becky Clayton Bear Hug was no easy feat under the best of circumstances and unfortunately for Veronica Treymane, her current circumstances were far from ideal. Draped awkwardly over the back of the chair with the brunette snugged in close behind, she had to straighten up just to even attempt working her elbows down through that brawny trap and every time she tried the Peacemaker just squirmed in a little closer and gouged those knotted fists a little deeper. Quick to note the strain developing on his charge's face, Al got to minimum safe distance and asked, “How you doing, 'Ronnie? You hanging in th--”
“She's about to cry, obviously.” Clayton taunted. “She thought she was going to storm in here and take over, but now she's blubbering like a toddler who lost all her Halloween candy to the school bullrrrgghhh!”
Treymane braced her hands against the top of the chair and pushed up as hard as she could, then reached over her right shoulder with her left hand and managed to catch a hold of the BFG's dark hair! “That the best you can do, cupcake? Clayton huffed, clearly more irritated than hurt. “I'm over here threatening to break bones and you're gonna pull myOOOOOWWWW FUCK YOU!”
If 'Ronnie had to pull hair, she almost always did it to control, tonight she narrowed her focus to a single hank and viciously tore it from her opponent's scalp!
“Threats are all you've got, Daisy.” Treymane managed a smile as she flicked the shorn locks to the floor. “Well, that and a whole headful of hair to leave on the RRRGGHHHHHHHHHH!”
Becky squeezed even harder, the former World Champ sliding her coil up so those knotted fists were just below the blonde's sternum! “Got you too, bitch.” she snarled. “And you can pull all you want, you're not getting awRRRGGHHH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Shifting the Hug up meant Clayton's head was a little bit higher than before and Treymane took advantage by hooking her right arm around the back of the brunette's skull! Drawing the other wrestler down into what was essentially a very awkward Headlock, 'Ronnie bounced her attacker's forehead against the top of the headrest half a dozen times, then began draaaaaaaaaaaagging her rival's forehead back and forth against the fabric!
“Rrrrrgghhhh leggo!” Bex squeezed harder than ever, the Pinstripe Powerhouse answered with a constriction of her own before helping herself to another hank of hair.
“Why don't you break my ribs if you want me to let go, honeybunch?” Treymane taunted. “That was a real threat, right? Not just more shit coming from your mouOOFFFHH! NGH! NGH!” Becky halved the Hug, curled her left hand into a fist and pounded it against the blonde's flank at least half a dozen times! “No more threats for you tonight, fucker.” the Camouflage Crusher explained. “Just promise after promise after promAAAAAAARRRRHHHHH FAAAAAAAHHHK!”
Veronica cupped her right hand beneath Clayton's chin so she could pull her head up at a sharp angle. This was more awkward than painful, the actual hurt didn't start until the Dangerous Dame curled her left hand into a spade and dragged it across the Queen's eyes like she meant to scratch them out! Such wanton violence would've drawn immediate condemnation within the confines of the squared circle, but down here in the bowels of the Madhouse Al Carpenter could only join the distant FAWNatics in cringing at the vicious display.
Refusing to switch tactics until the last remnants of the Hug fell away, Treymane immediately sucked in a breath that would've made her whimper if she hadn't stifled it behind clenched teeth. A final rake followed, then she doubled down on the hair-hold and THWHUMPED Bex's forehead against the top of the headrest as hard as she could! A strong but undeniably woozy Forearm Smash to the small of her back made 'Ronnie release her grip and rather than press the attack Clayton struggled to verticality and pushed off with a sulky little shove.
She'd made it all of two steps when the Dangerous Dame lurched after her, Treymane grabbing a handful of the brunette's waistband to pull her back and down into the chair where she immediately secured a Full Nelson and Bodyscissors! Quite content to sit in silence while she alternated between rib-straining constrictions and neck-wrenching compressions, Veronica let the Peacemaker have it with both barrels for a good twenty seconds before she dug her chin into the nape of Clayton's neck just to make her a little more miserable.
“How're those ribs, Daisy?” she purred in Becky's ear. “And how's your neck, for that matter? Which one do you think will hold out the longest?”
“Duuuhhhh.... don't flatter yourself, honey.” Bex grimaced. “They'll both be fine when you're flat on the floor taking all your oxygen through my assSSSEEEEEHHHHH GAAAAAAAAHH!”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse kicked her legs straight forward and pushed down on the Full Nelson so that Clayton's chin was grinding against her sternum! Battle-tossed hair obscured most of the brunette's face, but body language was more than enough for the official to know she was in serious trouble. “Talk to me, Bex.” he said. “Do you need me to call for the--”
“Shut your hole, Carpenter.” the BFG groaned. “That's the only thing I need from ERRR-ERRR-EERRRRRR!”
'Ronnie bounced in place and kicked her legs up and down, the blonde shifting from methodical punishment to aggressive torture as she worked to wring a surrender from the other wrestler's lips! “You don't talk to him, Daisy.” No teasing from Treymane now, her voice was nothing but hot shells tinking against cold pavement. “You talk to me. And only if you're begging to qu--”
The Gorgeous Gangster hissed in disgust when Clayton snatched a double handful of hair and pulled hard! “You think I'm gonna quit against a pussy like you?” she sneered. “You could barely keep my shoulders to the mat for a three count, you'll NEVER be strong enough to ooooohhhhhh YOU BITCH!”
Becky's hands were occupied with the blonde's hair, so 'Ronnie freed her right hand and began to dig and gouge the brunette's breasts. Working those vulnerable jugs with the same enmity seen in the Scissors and Nelson, Treymane put her lips to Becky's ear and hissed, “Alexis told me I should've sat on your face after our first match. I told her that beating you was satisfying enough, but the more I think about it, the more I realize she was right. A little stint in the Pinstripe Prison is just the thing for that shitty attitude of WHOAH!”
Wresting free of the Half Nelson meant Clayton was free to deal with those callous claws, but instead she set both hands against the arm rests and clambered to verticality with the Scissors still intact! Tromping over to the remains of the smashed coffee table, Becky hooked her arms around the blonde's thighs and turned in a half circle so she could—“HHHHRRRGGGGGH!”
Not about to take a third trip onto that poor destroyed furniture, Veronica abandoned her claw grips and grabbed hold of Clayton's ears, which she proceeded to twist like radio dials! The Camouflage Crusher cried out and released Treymane's legs so she could latch onto the blonde's wrists! She was still trying to prize 'Ronnie's hands away when the Dangerous Dame DRILLED a Headbutt into the nape of her neck! Clayton shuddered on the spot but didn't go down, which meant Treymane didn't have to waste time scraping her off the floor. Instead she dipped her head beneath the brunette's right arm and deftly looped her right arm around the Queen's waist. With her right hand braced against Becky's glutes, Veronica boosted Becky onto the point of her right shoulder for what looked like a Backdrop Suplex. Only rather than drop to the carpet, she stepped forward and almost casually pulled out from the blonde so that she plummeted straight down onto the wooden detritus!
Bex writhed like a snake with a broken back, was in fact still twitching when the Gorgeous Gangster pressed a foot to the side of her face and earned a roar from the distant crowd with a double bicep flex that lasted through the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Clayton slapped the challenger's foot away, then turned onto her side to prevent another quick cover. “Tacky bitch.” she groaned. “You're gonna wish you'd never UUUNNNGGGHHH!”
In no mood to tolerate the brunette's mouth after enduring it during her torturous time folded over the back of the chair, 'Ronnie helped herself to a good sized piece of the broken coffee table, hoisted it high overhead, then dropped to one knee and THWHUMPED it against her antagonist's ribs! “Wish I'd never shown you any respect, Clayton.” the Dangerous Damer growled as she rocked and ground her weapon against Bex's struggling flank. “You never deserved any of it and I'm furious that it took me so long to see through your bullsh--”
“FUCK OFF!” Becky twisted onto her back, elbowing the bludgeon out of the way in the process. “You sanctimonious little shit, you aren't talented enough to carry my bags, let alone talk to me that waNNNGGGHHH!”
Treymane raised her weapon again and brought the wide side down on her foe's forehead with a loud THONK! The One Woman Army went down like a sack of mail so Veronica laid the piece of table on her face, then got up and planted a foot atop it to keep it in place. In the next instant she seized the brunette's wrists and pulled her arms up while simultaneously pressing / stamping down in a hellish AHW approved inversion of the classic Surfboard!
It wasn't a pretty move by any means but it was certainly effective, as evidenced by Becky's pattering heels and distended squealing. “Not good enough to carry your bags, huh?” Treymane offered up a hard smile as she flipped the hair out of her eyes. “Trust me, Daisy, I'll carry them out alongside your unconscious ass when this is all over!” She paused for another hair flip and another sharp twist of her ankle to grind the encroaching wood down on Becky's face. “Although knowing how gutless you've become in the last year, I wouldn't be surprised if you tapped out rather than pass out. Is that it, Clayton? You ready to tap out to save your coward's face?”
“FHUG YOO!” the Peacemaker's shrieked reply had an odd, distorted quality that sent a shiver up Al Carpenter's spine. “NEHBER TAP OUT! NEHBER QUID TO YOO, YOO PEEZ OF--”
A collective gasp from the FAWNatics and an audible 'oh fuck!' from the official when 'Ronnie Treymane released her opponent's wrists and hopped into the air to deliver a Lily Burlingame-approved Double Stomp to that poor fragment of abused coffee table! There was an awful CRAAACK! followed by muffled groaning from the Camouflage Crusher as she flopped onto her side and pressed both hands to her aching mug. Bex was still assessing the damage when the Gorgeous Gangster shoveled her onto her back and swung a leg over the brunette's head to sit down with every bit of her weight on Clayton's nose!
“Count her down!” Treymane told Carpenter as she claimed Becky's wrists to ensure a most secure stay at the Pinstripe Prison. The vulnerable Destroyer's twitching told Al a blonde victory wasn't a foregone conclusion, but there was certainly no doubt of Clayton's shoulders being glued to the floor when he started to count...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Becky planted both feet and bridged up while twisting hard to the right, her abrupt shift proving just strong enough to toss Veronica from her perch with whisper to spare. Veronica was hardly discouraged though, indeed she was all smiles as she plunged a hand into Becky's dark hair. Taking a glimpse around, her eyes fell on a set of double doors not too far beyond the ring of sofas and chairs that'd contained their battle thus far. “Sheamus, would you be a dear and open that door?” she asked the ref. “I'd do it myself, but my hands are about to be full of garbage.”
Carpenter didn't answer, he just walked over to the door and swung it open. A quick look inside brought a sigh of relief, apparently whatever he beheld wasn't as worse as the jars full of ground glass, barbed wire, and salt he'd been expecting.
Treymane took no notice of this, she was too busy hauling Clayton to her feet with a double handful of hair. “Legs are looking a little rubbery there, Queen.” the blonde opined as she swung into position on Clayton's six. “Not sure if they're up for the walk through that door, so I'm gonna do them a favor and carry your overrated ass the whole way.”
“Yuuuuhhhhh... you're so fucking dead.” Bex rasped. “You're finished when this is over, slut. You're never gonna UUUUNNNGGGGHH!”
Treymane dropped to one knee and THWHUMPED a vicious Forearm up into the brunette's crotch! Transforming that callous blow into a more supportive palm on the tummy as the brunette's legs started to give way, 'Ronnie pulled Becky back down across her shoulders even as she rose to her full height. Her left hand cupped over the point of Clayton's chin made it a full on Torture Rack and the Pinstripe Powerhouse craaaaaaaaaaaaanked down tight on both ends as she strolled toward those open doors!
The space was plenty wide enough for Treymane to get through even with Becky stretched out on her shoulders, yet that didn't stop 'Ronnnie from veering to the left so she could bounce Clayton's skull off the door frame as she walked into what looked like the billiard room of a prohibition era steel baron.
“Well damn, would you look at this.” the Dangerous Dame sounded genuinely impressed as she took in the massive pool table in the center, the dartboards and small bar along the back wall and perhaps the most eye-catching feature, an expansive collection of promotional and action stills from the whole Becky's career. “A shrine to yourself, why I am I not surprised?” Treymane muttered as she moved around looking for a proper place to offload her burden. “Did Celia help you put this together or have you always wanted to crow about how great you—rrrggghhhhh—leggo, bitch.”
Becky, who'd managed to grab a fistful of the challenger's hair, only pulled that much harder. “Damn right I know how great I am, asshole.” she snarled. “You know it too, and I'm going to make you scream it in front of everyone before AAARRRHHH FAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Veronica's right hand, which had been pulling down on the brunette's thigh, abruptly turned inward and clamped down on the juncture of her rival's thighs! “Ask her.” she told Al Carpenter even as the BFG wailed to rattle the walls. “She sounds more quitter than queen to me.”
“Tell me something, Bex.” the ref called over the noise. “You need me to call it, just say the--” “EAT SHIT!” Clayton shrieked. “I don't quit, so don't waste my OOOOOHHHH GAAAAAH!” The Dangerous Dame repaid a slight from earlier in the battle by catching hold of the brunette's waistband and yanking it up as high as she could! “You're finished, Daisy.” 'Ronnie promised in the midst of pulling down on Becky's chin and pulling up on those distended trunks. “If I don't break you in half, I'll split you right up the middle. So just admit you're beaten and EEERRRGGHHH!”
Clayton's hand had remained buried in the blonde's hair despite all of Treymane's tortures which meant she didn't have to reach very far when she let loose and raked her fingers across Veronica's eyes! The viciousness of the swipe loosened Treymane's grip to the point that Bex could've wriggled loose then and there, but even in that awkward arrangement the Peacemaker was eager to dish out more punishment so she scraped the Gorgeous Gangster's face almost half a dozen times before she finally tumbled free and landed on one knee behind the bleary-eyed challenger.
Not entirely sure of their position in the room at the moment, Clayton played the odds by bracing both hands against the small of her foe's back and shoving with all her might. Damned if it didn't pay off, she she heard Treymane stumble forward only a few steps before she THUMPED gut-first into the edge of the pool table! “This is my house, honeybunch.” Becky rasped as she rose to her full height. “My game. My rules. And one thing you're going to learn...” she trudged up behind the gasping blonde, pressing her hips to 'Ronnie's buns while her left hand clamped down on the blonde's shoulders. “...nothing's finished until I say it is.”
The proclamation was still leaving her lips when the brunette half of Psy Ops balled her right hand into a fist and pak-pak-PAAAK'ED a trio of pitiless shots into her rival's liver!
Treymane sobbed aloud and crumpled forward onto the smooth green felt with both arms strapped across her roiling, nauseated midsection. Behind her, Clayton shifted her left hand from Veronica's shoulder to her cheek so she could force the other side of her face down flat against the felt. As for her other hand, she made a few adjustment to her own mistreated bottoms, then reared back and treated the other wrestler to a great gaudy SLAP across the buttocks. “I just punched your guts out, honeybunch.” Bex emphasized the point with another hard slap. “So go ahead and tell Carpenter you're throwing in the towel before I REALLY start to embarrass you.”
“Yuuuuhhhh... yuuuuhhhh.... you're the only embarrassment in this room, Clayton.” Treymane gurgled. “You used to stand for something, now you're just another of Blassenville's experiments. A freak rampaging through the countryside before the villagers put her do--”
CRAAACK! Infuriated by the disrespect shown in her own home, Clayton stormed away from the vulnerable blonde and snatched a cue from a nearby rack. Holding it like a baseball bat, she returned to Treymane and brought it down across her upper back! Veronica shrieked and straightened up like she'd been hit by lightning, which meant Bex had to adjust her angle for the next swing which hit home across the small of her prey's back!
“I'm better than you, asshole.” the Camouflage Crusher hissed after 'Ronnie crumpled forward with one hand pressed against the pool table and another rubbing at the welt Clayton had raised across her back. “Always have been. Always will be. That it took Blassenville, of all people, to finally show me how good I actually am... well, I'm surprised as you--”
Treymane whipped around and lunged for the brunette with a massive Haymaker that would've dented Becky's chin if she hadn't possessed the presence of mind to jab the tip of the pool cue into her attacker's navel.
“Slow bitch, corner pocket!” Clayton taunted 'Ronnie folded up around the improvised skewer. Halving her grip so she could grab hold of the other wrestler's hair, Bex yanked Treymane upright, then shoved her back against the pool table. “You were never going to beat me in here, honeybunch.” she explained while returning to her previous two-handed grip on the cue. “All you were gonna do is remind the locker room that no one is safe if I don't want them to be!”
With that, she CRAAACKED a vicious blow across Veronica's abs and while the blonde doubled up just as Clayton anticipated, she had not foreseen the former World Champion swatting the weapon down and straightening up almost at once.
“Is that all you've got?” 'Ronnie slapped the new welt hard enough to make Al cringe. “I thought you were tuff, Daisy. But here you are throwing shots like a brat who doesn't expect to take one in return.”
There was a shift in Clayton's shoulders, subtle, but noticeable nonetheless, that made it clear she was seething. “Last time I checked, you didn't have a weapNNHH!”
Veronica lashed out with viper-speed and CLAPPED Becky across the mouth with a hard Bitch Slap! Baring her teeth as the BFG stumbled back a step, Treymane noted, “I don't need a weapon to deal with a soft girl like you. All things being equal, if only one of us can leave on her feet, it's gonna be--”
CRACK! Clayton stepped in and swung for the fences with a shot that lit into the blonde's right flank, but rather than collapse in anguish, Treymane clamped her arm down on the cue to keep it locked in place. “Celia sure did a great job giving you a shitty new attitude.” 'Ronnie purred to her infuriated rival. “Too bad she couldn't do anything about your fucking backbone.”
Eyes wide with fury as her grip on the cue tightened, Becky hissed, “Oh honey, they're gonna take you out of here in buckSRRGGH!”
Veronica caught a handful of hair, lunged forward and THWHUNKED the One Woman Army between the eyes with a Headbutt! Becky didn't let go, so the Pinstripe Powerhouse bludgeoned her with two more blows and what would've been a third had she not finally relented. Taking possession of the weapon as Clayton turned her back and staggered away, Treymane switched her grip around just to bring the cue slashing down like a broadsword between the brunette's shoulders!
“FUCKER!” Bex went up on tiptoe and skidded down the long side of the pool table as she tried to put some distance between herself and the blonde. “YOU'RE GONNA NNNNGGGGGHHH!”
The Dangerous Dame once again proved the validity of that nickname when she SMASHED the cue across Becky's shoulders and snapped the poor, misused thing in half! The strength of it dropped Clayton to all fours, a position she still occupied when Veronica bent down and buried both hands in her hair. Hauling Bex to her feet in fits and starts, Treymane remained silent as she curled her left arm around the brunette's throat so that Clayton's chin was snug in the crook of her elbow. From there she cupped her right hand against the back of Becky's head, which also allowed the Pinstripe Powerhouse a better grip on her own right bicep.
Snuggled in close behind the woozy grappler, 'Ronnie planted a quick smooch on Becky's left temple, then murmured, “G'night Daisy.” and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed down on the Sleeper! Unlike what the name would suggest, Becky Clayton did not go to sleep. Indeed she thrashed to life like someone hit with a dose of smelling salts, not that the kinetic flailing did anything to break the blonde's grip. Certainly wasn't an easy ride though, Veronica twisted and spun along with her adversary, the Gorgeous Gangster doing everything in her considerable power to keep as much weight on Clayton's neck as possib—“HHHRRRGGGHH!”
Cheers from the remote crowd when Treymane hopped up and threaded her legs around Becky's waist in a crushing Bodyscissors! Slowing considerably as she was forced to carry Treymane's weight, the Camouflage Crusher leaned against the pool table for support, but there was no mistaking the tremble in her legs as the seconds ticked by.
“What do you say, Bex?” Carpenter asked after his charge had lurched around the corner seemingly in search of some unknown reprieve. “You need me to call for--”
Clayton straightened up without warning, lurched away from the table, then slung herself back that way to THWHUNK Treymane's right hip into the edge of the pool table! 'Ronnie groaned and the Scissors loosened for a moment, but when Becky pulled clear for a second smash the blonde hoisted herself up a little higher and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed her prey's ribs tighter than ever! “GAAAAAAHHHHHH!” Bex pitched forward, probably would've toppled onto her face if she hadn't grabbed hold of the table like a lifeline.
Snuggled in close behind, Treymane wrenched the Sleeper back and forth, then leaned in and gouged the point of her chin into the nape of her prey's neck. “Go to sleep, Daisy.” the Dangerous Dame growled in Clayton's ear. “At least that way you won't have to hear the Announcer calling my WHOOAAAAHH!”
The Peacemaker bellowed like some escaped denizen of Hell as she poured the rest of her reserves into rising to full verticality. In the same instant she broke into a drunken sprint that took the both of 'em down the long side of pool table and beyond, Becky still picking up speed when she twisted around and THAWHUMPED Treymane against the wall!
“FUCKIN' LEMME GO!” Clayton roared as Treymane's hooks loosened, but didn't relent. “Swear to God, Treymane, if you don't let me go I'll AAAAAAAAWWWWWW FAAAAAAAHK!” The Dangerous Dame leaned in close and sank her teeth into the right side of her foe's neck! Becky sobbed pitiably and started flailing and swatting at Treymane's head. For a moment Al thought she was giving it up, but then her hand moved on to one of the dartboards they'd nearly knocked off the walls. The board itself was far too large and awkward for Becky to tug it free one handed; the darts however... Carpenter realized what she had in mind just as Clayton yanked the darts loose, alas he didn't have the opportunity to say so much as a word before she jabbed the darts into Treymane's encroaching forearm!
That finally popped Veronica's Scissors wide open, but damned if she didn't abandon the Sleeper until the BFG spiked her with the darts three more times. Gasping like a drowning woman as oxygen finally returned to her lungs, Bex let loose of the darts so she could reach back with both hands and grab hold of the blonde's hair. In the next instant she took a giant step forward and dropped to one knee while simultaneously flipping Veronica over her shoulder with a Snapmare that planted the challenger flat on her butt!
Crumpling back against the wall while she tried to steady her pounding head, a wild-eyed Becky Clayton clawed and scraped at her right elbow for a few seconds before a clearer portion of her brain reminded her she wasn't wearing an elbow pad. That seemed to return some semblance of awareness, as she flipped hair out of her eyes and nodded to no one in particular. As for Veronica, she was flat on her butt and rubbing at her tailbone while trying to catch her bear—the Camouflage Crusher exploded off the wall and shot in low to THWHUNK her right elbow into Treymane's left cheek!
MOAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gFYUl1n_js
'Ronnie's head snapped to one side and the rest of her followed close behind, the blonde's poor noggin hitting the hardwood floor with an audible THUNK! Al was on top of the action in a span of heartbeats, the lanky zebra obviously concerned about his vulnerable charge. Unfortunately he wasn't able to check on Treymane before Becky wriggled in behind her prone victim and secured a Bodyscissors / Sleeper combination of her own!
“TAP OUT!” Clayton reefed back like she meant to tear the blonde's head from her shoulders and bore down on the Scissors with every intention of cracking ribs. “TAP OUT, TREYMANE!” she barked again.”TAP THE FUCK OUT!”
No response from the challenger save for the faint fluttering of eyelids and the shine of something that Al expected was a bit of drool coming from the corner of her mouth. Working with the practiced efficiency of someone who already knows the outcome, he took hold of Treymane's left wrist and raised her arm into the air. No surprise when it dropped to the floor as soon as he released it. “ONE!” he called out.
A second lift produced identical results, though it got a louder reaction from the FAWNatics watching a few floors above. “TWO!”
That's right.” Becky Clayton squeezed like an anaconda as Al raised her rival's hand for the third time. “Go to sleep you fucking poseur. Go the fuck to sleep!”
Carpenter let go and 'Ronnie's arm collapsed to the floor once again. The ref didn't call say anything, he just tossed a signal to the camera, then started tapping Becky's elbow in an effort to make her break the crushing hold. But Becky didn't let go. Not until the disembodied voice of the Announcer crept in to confirm, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knock-out and STILL the Queen of the Madhouse... BECKY CLAYTON!”
Breaking the Sleeper while keeping the Scissors intact, the victorious BMD rudely mussed 'Ronnie's hair before repeatedly swatting the back of her head. This brought no protest from the blonde, so she disengaged the Scissors and nudged Treymane over onto her back. On her knees a moment thereafter, Clayton put both hands on her thighs and took deep breaths in an effort to steady her swimming head. Eventually Al moved in beside her and offered a hand, which the brunette dismissed with an angry flip of the wrist.
“Fuck off, Carpenter.”
“No, Becky, I won't.” the ref answered. “She's out cold and you can barely stand, there's no need to--”
Clayton crawled forward to settle into an exhausted Front Face Sit. Hands on her knees now, the Camouflage Crusher bobbled in place, though doing so made her back throb and her head spin. Even so, she worked a hand into Veronica's battle damp hair and yanked her head up to stuff the conquered challenger's face against the furnace of her crotch. Squeezing 'Ronnie's skull between her thighs as hard as she could, Bex bounced again and hissed, “Scream, honeybunch! That's the least you can do for strutting in here and fucking up my place! Scream, damn you!”
But the devastated Dame didn't scream. Didn't even whimper. She just soaked up the superfluous abuse until exhaustion and disgust caused Clayton to crawl away like a woman three times her age.
Al again offered his hand and Bex again refused, choosing instead to rise with the aid of the pool table. Eyes closed until she felt capable of standing up straight, Becky Clayton looked down and very deliberately set her foot atop the blonde's slumbering cheek. From there she turned to Carpenter and demanded, “Raise my hand.”
Al did so while the Peacemaker made a show of grinding the ball of her foot against Treymane's face.
“You may be a Gangster out there.” she growled down at the blonde. “You may be a former World Champion out there, but in here? In here you're just another trophy for the wall.” Bex paused, shifted her attention to the camera. “That's all ANY of you are. Better luck next year, losers.”
***
Shortly thereafter...
As 'Ronnie Treymane slowly regained consciousness, her surroundings remained hazy. Her head throbbed, and her body ached from the brutal match she had just been through. In her dazed state, she managed to mumble a few words. "What happened? Did that bitch... did she STAB me?”
Al nodded confirmation, his somber expression more than enough to explain the dart attack and the subsequent results thereof. Groaning in disgust and disappointment, the exhausted blonde made it to her feet, trudged through the front door and started making her way toward the elevator. Her steps were slow and heavy as she walked down the dimly lit corridor, seemingly the only sound save for the low, insectile buzz of the overhead lights. Suddenly, a mysterious figure sprang from the deep shadows of an innocuous alcove and folded the Gorgeous Gangster in half with a massive Spear! Treymane crunched up moaning in pain as the mysterious attacker pushed to her feet to loom over the blonde. After a moment she drew back her hood to reveal none other than the Executrix herself, Dayna Erza!
DAYNA ERZA
Treymane's groans reverberated through the dimly lit corridor as she struggled to piece together the chaotic turn of events. The sudden and ruthless assault by the former World Champion had left her in a disoriented state. Her battered body throbbed, the lingering pain from the grueling match mingling with the fresh agony of the blindside assault. With a mixture of confusion and distress etched on her face, she weakly whispered, "... Dayna?"
The Corporate Punisher crouched beside the fallen battler and seized 'Ronnie's face, her grip on Treymane's cheeks firm but filled with menace. "This is just the beginning," she hissed, her voice laced with anger and determination. "I'll make sure FAWN never forgets who I am and what I'm capable of."
Amid the growing commotion backstage, security personnel and technicians moved in to prize the brunette from her vulnerable prey. Dayna offered no real resistance, though she did make sure to place a foot on Treymane's chest before she turned and walked off into the gloom of the Madhouse.
These Woods Aren't Safe At Night
The camera bobbled in place so its fellow passengers could mull the warning, which most were still doing when the door shut with a loud groan and the elevator chugged down, down, down, nearly a full minute of down before rattling to a stop. The camera wasted no time escaping the narrow space and despite coming out in the grimiest hallway yet, it showed no hesitation in blazing a trail. Several more turns followed and then the journey ended in front of a door with a brass panel that read:
Posted: No Tresspassing
Immune to such warnings, the camera barged through and into the hunting grounds of the Madhouse's newest Queen.
Those fans that'd been following ownership of this particular real estate for any length of time couldn't help but let out a surprised gasp when they saw what the Camouflage Crusher had done to the place. Gone were the Gothic flourishes favored by both Brewster and Lemarchand and there was absolutely no evidence of the stark, minimalist madness Winterrest imparted. In their places was something more akin to an elegant hunting lodge than a haunted castle. The central staircase still dominated the first floor, but the floors were all hardwood burnished to a mellow glow. Here and there were worn area rugs that provided a bit of padding, but it was clear that prolonged encounters on the ground would be most unpleasant. To the left of the stairs was what appeared to be a dining hall dominated by a huge wooden table capable of seating a dozen or more and beyond that, in what clearly had to be a marvelous feat of trickery carried out by the Madhouse design team, the whole wall was a series of glass 'windows' looking out on a snow dusted mountain vista from somewhere deep in the Rockies. Off to the right was a flagstone fireplace roughly the size of a Pullman car faced by a U-shaped ring of couches and easy chairs. Referee Al Carpenter was waiting beside one of these chairs when a word from his ear-piece told him the guests were about to arrive. Looking concerned as ever, the lanky zebra moved to the foot of the stairs as the Announcer began to speak.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with no time limit and it is for possession of the Queen's Chambers for the next year! Introducing first, she is the challenger. Hailing from Bridgeport, Connecticut, she stands five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one-hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Neo-Noir Knockout, this is VERONICA TREYMANE!”
VERONICA TREYMANE:
A raucous round of applause from those watching from a few floors up when 'Machine Gun Blues' hit the speakers and the Dangerous Dame stormed through the doors like a woman on a mission. Usually happy to play through the pomp and circumstance of introductions, the former World Champion glared around the first floor and, not seeing her adversary, started straight for the stairs. She might've bounded out of reach if Al wasn't very good at his job and even then he had to reach out to catch her by the wrist.
“Gotta hang back for a little bit longer, 'Ronnie.” he explained. “This place runs on traditions. Gotta respect that, even if you loathe current ownership.”
Treymane didn't look happy, but after a moment she backpedaled down the stairs and took up position beside the official. For tonight's battle against a woman she'd grown to despise, the sturdy blonde stunner sported AHW-approved black & white pinstriped briefs and a matching tank-top. Letting out a slow breath to steady herself, Veronica nodded, looked around and muttered, “Looks like someone never got over their crush on Ernest Hemingway.”
Al snorted but didn't outright laugh, he didn't quite dare while he was looking at the series of taxidermied animal heads mounted on the wall behind the banquet table. “Better say that with a smile. You wouldn't want to join the poor elk over there would you?”
Treymane didn't get a chance to respond before the Announcer broke in. “And introducing her opponent. Hailing from Denver, Colorado, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and forty three pounds. She is one half of the FAWN Tag Team Champions and the reigning, defending Queen of the Madhouse. This is BECKY CLAYTON!”
BECKY CLAYTON:
When she'd entered these Chambers as a challenger, the sound of 'White Flag' on the speakers had raised unanimous cheers. Entering as queen, it drew nothing but disdain, the response only growing louder as the BFG appeared on the second floor landing and made her way down the stairs. Like her opponent, Bex was decked out in a fightin' tank-top and panties, but where 'Ronnie chose pinstripes, Clayton went with a seasonally appropriate orange and black camouflage pattern. Lips curled up in a smirk as she reached the foyer, Clayton brushed by Carpenter and chested into Treymane hard enough to bump the blonde backward. “I'm so glad it's you.” Becky sneered even as Treymane caught her balance and surged in nose to nose. “I thought it might be Pandora, or even Sue, but I'm SO glad it's your whiny, overrated ass, Treymane.”
“That tune's going to change real quick, Daisy.” Veronica murmured. “You may leave with gold, but you sure as hell won't be a Queen in the morning.”
“That's what you fucking think.” Clayton hissed. “I'm gonna rule this place for as long as I damned well please. Just like I already rule your ass.”
The promises of pain and suffering continued until Al ever so carefully threaded an arm between his charges. “Ladies, please.” he said softly. “Step back and acknowledge that you understand the rules of the match as I have laid them out for you earlier this evening.”
Becky actually did, the former World Champ, current Tag Champ and owner of these chambers offering the official a winning smile. “No need for such formality in the Great Lodge, Carpenter.” she murmured before turning her attention back to Veronica. “We all know the 'rules' of this fight come down to 'please don't maim the whiny bitch intruding on my property.'”
Carpenter sighed. “And do you promise not to maim anyone this evening, Bex?”
“Oh, I'll try. But I can't promise a fucking thing.”
The ref shifted his gaze to Treymane, who was still glaring a hole through the other Destroyer. “And you, Veronica? You promise not to maim anyone in your bid for this place?”
“I could care less about the real estate, Sheamus.” the blonde answered. “I'm here to make the Daisy who 'owns' it regret every gutless decision she's made in the last--”
'Ronnie was interrupted not by some keening screech or Gothic church bell, but the deep, ominous 'huuhwhaaaaaaaaa!' of a hunting horn.
The sound caught both she and Carpenter by surprise, Clayton however had been waiting for just such a signal and she kicked off the festivities with a quick, vicious Bitch Slap that CRACKED off the interloper's mouth! Treymane's head snapped back in a cloud of gold, so Bex snatched a handful of hair and reeled her in close to deliver another slap before mashing her foe's cheeks together between thumb and forefinger. “You have no idea what I'm going to put you through tonight, honeybunch.” she sneered. “You may have walked in as a gangster, but you're leaving with your head or your panties mounted over the fireplacNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Shaking off her initial surprise, 'Ronnie caught hold of Clayton's wrist and wrenched it away from her face just to THUNK a quick Headbutt into the bridge of her rival's nose! Becky staggered, albeit not nearly as much as the blonde would've liked, so the Pinstripe Powerhouse reared back and CLAPPED Clayton's cheek with a backhand swat that sent the brunette stumbling to one side!
Treymane could've reached out and brought her back with a handful of hair, instead she gave chase and warmed her foe's cheek with two more quick slaps. The third blow seemed to break Clayton out of her stupor, but all she managed was a furious growl before Veronica raised both hands high overhead and brought them CRAAACKING down on the Peacemaker's breasts!
“The decoration may scream Hemingway.” 'Ronnie huffed as Becky backed off with one arm crossed over her chest. “But we all know this place is just a dressed-up prison yard. And Daisy, tonight I'm making you my prison bitngh!”
Clayton recovered her bearings and shot in low and fast to drive a shoulder into the pit of Treymane's stomach. In the same instant she hooked her arms around the challenger's upper thighs and would've dumped her to the hardwood floor if Veronica hadn't hunched forward and slapped on a rough Front Facelock. Locking both hands in a snug S-grip, the Gorgeous Gangster yoked up and wrenched her foe back and forth to effectively stuff the takedown attempt. Of course Clayton didn't much appreciate the defense so she draaaaaaaaaaaagged her nails across Treymane's thighs just below the swell of her glutes, then grabbed a double handful of those pinstripe briefs and yanked them up in a hateful wedgie!
Treymane cursed and went up on tiptoe to alleviate the pain, but she didn't relinquish her control over the brunette's noggin. Instead she pumped a couple Kneelifts into Bex's midsection, then halved her grip so she could hunch over and deliver a few hard slaps to the Queen's bunched buns. “That all you got?” she snapped at the fuming brunette. “You really think you're gonna maim me with a goddamned wedgie?”
Clayton snarled and pulled on her bottoms again but Treymane didn't answer with a tug of her own. Instead she curled her slappin' hand into a spade and dragged it all the way from the small of her back up to her bra-strap just to repeat the pass half a dozen more times! Once she was finally satisfied with the welts raised in her wake, the blonde grabbed hold of Bex's bra-strap and pulled it up just to SNAP it against her bare skin!
“BITCH!” Becky yelped louder than she cared to admit. “I'm gonna rip you apart for thaNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Treymane pounded her across the lower back with three Overhead Forearm Smashes, then abandoned the Facelock so she could snake her arms around Clayton's midsection in a brawny Gutwrench. 'Ooooooooooohhh!' from the distant FAWNatics when the Dangerous Dame muscled Becky off her feet and tromped over to the couch opposite the fireplace. Positioned behind and slightly to the left of the furniture, Veronica drew back and swung her burden like a mallet so that Clayton's left hip THWHUMPED against the corner!
Becky groaned and abandoned the wedgie to pound some elbows into Treymane's lower back, alas she only managed a few glancing blows before the the blonde smashed her into the hard corner one, two, three more times! With Becky hanging petulantly in her grasp, the Pinstripe Powerhouse pivoted around so she was facing the unobtrusive cameraman broadcasting all the action to everyone in the Madhouse and the world beyond. Offering them a sly smile, Treymane freed her left hand and made a show of flattening it into a paddle before she unleashed a withering barrage of swats on those vulnerable glutes!
“FUCKER!” Clayton shrieked as her buns began to roast. “YOU'RE GONNA HHNNGGGH!”
'Ronnie punished her with a retaliatory wedgie, then doubled down on the Gutwrench so she could muscle the BFG up 'n over the back of the couch, an awkward, albeit padded landing that would've been far more tolerable if the back of the brunette's skull hadn't bounced offa the heavy armrest. Pleased by the heavy thump of her foe bouncing atop the sturdy couch, Veronica allowed herself a moment to smooth back her hair and undo the wedgie Clayton had inflicted upon her a few moments prior. Then it was right back to work, the strong blonde stunner circling around to the front of the couch where she grabbed hold of Becky's ankles and jerked her forward so she was stretched out full length.
Being dazed from the landing didn't stop Clayton from trying to sit up, it did however prevent her from offering any meaningful defense when Treymane grabbed hold of one shoulder and pwak-pwak-PWAAAK'ed a trio of heavy punches into the Queen's flat tummy! “Bitch!” Bex soaked up the blows and snatched a double handful of hair in the ropes of drawing 'Ronnie in close, alas the blonde gripped her attacker's shoulders in return and made her pay for the encroachment by THUMPING a heavy knee down onto those aching abdominals!
Clayton 'oooofffffhed' and forgot all about the Gorgeous Gangster's hair, choosing instead to push and shove at Treymane's encroaching knee. Veronica didn't try to stop her, she did however keep [i[grrrrrrrrriiiiinding[/i] the bony joint back and forth to force even more air from the brunette's lungs. She'd been at it for several seconds when the Camouflage Crusher stopped trying to push that impaling knee away and instead grabbed hold of her opponent's rack for a malicious, white-knuckle squeeze!
“Stuck up priss.” Clayton sneered as she gouged, crushed and generally mistreated her foe's girls. “Thought you could come in here and roughhouse with me? I'm gonna SHRED you before I let you crawl outta this placHHHRRRGGGHHHH!”
The Dangerous Dame made no effort to pull Becky's claws away, instead she grabbed the brunette's shoulders and pressed her down flat against the cushions so there was no twisting out of the way when she DROVE her left knee into Clayton's crotch! A second shot delivered immediately thereafter put Becky on the defensive, unfortunately Veronica grabbed both wrists and pinned them against the armrest so she could keep thumping and smashing away with the point of her knee!
“You're gonna shred me, Daisy?” Treymane's tone was calm, cool, and collected, though it was impossible to miss the current of meanness that ran under it all. “That's a pretty tough stance for a loser that can't get my knee away from her crotch. You any better at defending your tits?” Without waiting for an answer Veronica forced Clayton's wrists together so she could seize both in one hand. The blonde's free hand sought out the brunette's bounty and set about repaying previous slights with alternating slaps and squeezes to both vulnerable orbs.
“Kuuuuuhhhh... keep running that mouth, slut.” Clayton strained and fought against the catty assault, but her position was poor and that constantly grinding knee robbed her efforts of their usual strength. “You and I both know I'm gonna shut you up with a faceful of ass before this is all ov—oh bitch, don't you fuckin' darOOOOOWWW!”
Veronica, who'd waited the better part of a year for this one on one bout against her longtime rival, jerked down the cup sheathing Clayton's left breast, took her nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisted as hard as she could! Becky jolted like she'd been touched by a live wire, so Treymane pounded her with another Kneelift between the thighs so she could climb into a full straddle while still twisting and tweaking at the exposed nub.
“Ask her if she quits, Sheamus.” Treymane told the official after she'd taken the time to drive her tush into Clayton's tummy. “She's certainly not acting like someone who's interested in fighting all nig--”
Becky kicked both legs up and hooked them under the blonde's armpits! One strong backward yank was enough to make Treymane abandon her claw grip, but this didn't free Becky because the Gorgeous Gangster swiftly locked her hands and leaned forward to turn the would-be escape into a Matchbook! Baring her teeth at the brunette's snarl of frustration, 'Ronnie began to bounce in place, repeatedly THUMPING the medicine ball curve of her backside into the pit of Clayton's stomach. “Gonna tell the zebra you quit?” Treymane asked her foe after an especially hard landing forced an audible groan from the former World Champion. “Or are you going to take the three count like a cowAAAAAARRRHHHH BITCH!”
Bex was in no position to escape her current predicament, yet Veronica's trap meant her hands were occupied elsewhere which in turn meant there was no way for her to stop the Camouflage Crusher from catching a double fistful of waistband just below the blonde's navel and yanking them a good six inches north in a hellacious Inverted Wedgie! Veronica let loose at once so she could seize hold of Clayton's wrists, a goal she accomplished for a heartbeat or two before Becky popped her hips and sat up as hard as she could! This adjustment sent Treymane tumbling backward in an awkward somersault that freed her from the wedgie and deposited her on the floor by the far end of the couch. She was up in an instant and pounced on Becky, who'd just barely made it to her feet when she plunged both hands into the Destroyer's hair.
“Gotcha now you nasty HHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Clayton jabbed a thumb in 'Ronnie's eye, then grabbed her bottoms fore and aft and yanked them up in a brutal sawing motion that earned groans of sympathetic anguish from everyone watching from afar! “Oh, you got me, do ya bitch?” Bex was all wild eyes and gleaming teeth as she continued to dish out the catty torment. “I wonder, can you actually do anything about it or are ya gonna stand there and whi--”
Treymane buried both hands in the brunette's hair and would've smashed her between the eyes with a Headbutt if Clayton hadn't interrupted with a heavy Kneelift between the thighs! Veronica's knees sagged and she crumpled against the Peacemaker in a boozy clinch that lasted until Becky squirmed loose and slipped an arm between her legs. Throwing her other arm over the blonde's shoulder, Clayton scooped Treymane up onto one shoulder like a sack of mail, then tromped over to the low, tasteful coffee table and—sensing what was about to happen, Al Carpenter pleaded for temperance. “Bex please, do ya really hafta--” KER-ASH!
The One Woman Army went up on tiptoe, then slung 'Ronnie onto and through the furniture! The coffee table snapped in two while Veronica arched up in a bridge that probably would've lasted quite a bit longer if Clayton hadn't stomped on her chest to knock the blonde flat. Hands on her hips with that domineering foot still in place, Becky looked at the official and demanded, “Count.” Al did as told, swooping in beside the wreckage to swat the floor...
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The Pinstripe Powerhouse swatted Clayton's foot away and twisted onto her side with slightly less than a full second to spare.
“You think that impresses me?” Becky scoffed as she bent down and filled her hands with the blonde's hair. “You're gonna have to do a lot more than play tackling dummy to hang with me, honeybunch.”
“Yuuuuhhhhh... you're the one who can't hang.” Treymane grunted as she was hauled to her feet in fits and starts. “That's why you went for my eyes. That's why you're renting space in my truNNNNGGGHHH!”
Becky clubbed her adversary across the shoulders with a huge Overhand Forearm Smash, then followed it up with another awful Kneelift, this one just below the blonde's navel. “What kind of gangster pisses and moans about a fair fight?” Clayton scoffed. “Oh that's right, a shitty-ass knock-off wannabe does!”
Slipping her right arm through Veronica's thighs, Bex made a point to grab a great clapping handful of buttock before she muscled Treymane back onto her shoulder. Simply slamming her prey through the wrecked table would've been good enough for most women, so of course Clayton moved around to the next side and then slung Veronica down as hard as she could! Another awful CRUNCH as the halves became quarters and though Treymane was stretched out flat on the rug, the BFG did not try for a pin. Instead she strolled back over to the couch and climbed up onto the cushions. Turning to face her prone rival, Bex flipped 'Ronnie off with both hands, then leapt from her perch and THWHUMPED down across Treymane's tummy with every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds! The demolished Dame's legs kicked up on impact, but Clayton only swatted them down so she could place controlling hands on Treymane's chest and belly while Carpenter counted...
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Veronica got a hand under Becky's chin and shoved her clear of the cover, a show of resistance which cost her dearly as Clayton promptly balled her right hand into a fist and delivered no less than half a dozen Hammer Punches to the challenger's vulnerable midsection! “Still think you're fucking tuff?” the Camouflage Crusher barked at the groaning blonde. “Let me show you what you REALLY are!”
With that she sidled up to Treymane's head, swung a leg over and sat down with her full weight firm atop those upturned features! Snatching hold of 'Ronnie's wrists the instant she began to flail, Clayton forced them tight against the other woman's fluttering tummy and began working her hips this way and that! “Yeah, you think you're tuff? You think you're a challenger? Honeybunch, you're nothing but a seat! And not even the most comfortable seat in this place!” Mashing Treymane's wrists together so she could control them with one hand, Becky got some revenge by stuffing her free hand under 'Ronnie's tank-top so she could squeeze, pluck and rake to her heart's content. Biting her bottom lip in a coy smile when a particularly nasty twist earned an equally shrill reverberation against her undercarriage, the Queen of the Madhouse glanced to Al and muttered, “Count this loser down.”
Already close to the action, Carpenter dropped to his knees and swatted the floor...
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Veronica popped her hips and shot her legs up and back, threading them under the brunette's armpits. Like Becky earlier, she sought to prize her enemy from the mount and like Becky she was only partially successful. She did manage to lift the BFG off her chest long enough to raise a shoulder (and draw a deep breath) but then Clayton wrapped her arms around the Pinstripe Powerhouse's upper thighs and leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaned all the way back in an equally demoralizing Reverse Matchbook!
“Did you manage to turn your pretty little face to one side?” Bex bounced a little harder when she heard more of Treymane's grunting and groaning than previous. “Normally I'd turn you face up right away, but I want everyone to hear you scream.”
“Huuuuhhh... huuuhhh.... only thing they're going to hear is your tears on the hardwood, DaisyYAAAAARRRRHHH FAAAAAHHHHK!”
Clayton curled her right hand into a claw and affixed it directly to the center of her opponent's bottoms! “Ask her!” Becky ordered Al as she poured on the pressure with that agonizing clamp! “Ask her if she wants to submit right now or wait until her nose is trapped between my--”
“FUCK OFF!” Treymane bellowed. “I won't give to a piece of shit like you!”
Bex's eyes narrowed to furious slots. “Is that so? Let's see if you really mean HHHHRRRRGGGGGHH!”
'Ronnie felt the brunette's fingers teasing her waistband and knew she meant to start working underneath in short order so she forced Clayton to reconsider that idea by grabbing a huge handful of those camouflage briefs for a retaliatory wedgie! Furious over the resistance, Becky curled that claw into a fist, raised it high overhead and brought a single nauseating strike down on her foe's center! The grip on her briefs didn't quite disintegrate, but it was certainly a non-issue when the former World Champion slung Treymane's legs aside and clambered to verticality with a disgusted little sniff.
“You wanna keep fighting?” Clayton 'flicked' her distended bottoms back into place, then scuffed a couple of light, taunting kicks against the side of Veronica's face. “C'mon bitch, don't waste my time. Lemme hear you say you wanna keep fighting.”
“Kiss my ass.” Veronica growled as she rolled onto all fours. “I'll never stop fightNNNGGHH!” The Peacemaker joined both hands into single fist, went up on tiptoe and then dropped to one knee to THUMP her rival between the shoulders with a huge Double Axehandle! A few more Overhand Forearm Smashes followed, Bex just pounding away on her opponent's shoulders like she was using a tire iron to put dents in sheet metal. Eventually she switched over to a Front Facelock and used it to haul the woozy blonde to her feet.
“C'mere. C'mon honeybunch, come right this way.” the Camouflage Crusher chided as she used the Facelock and a handful of waistband to walk Treymane into position behind one of the overstuffed easy chairs. “I'm gonna make you quit in front of all these people, 'Ronnie. Make you wail like a little bitch who will NEVER set foot in the Queen's Chambers again. And there's nothing you can do about it.”
The Gorgeous Gangster had thoughts, alas she wasn't able to voice them because Clayton pumped a hard punch into her ribs! Temporarily breaking her control on Treymane's trunks so she could sling the other Destroyer's near arm across her shoulders, Becky resumed her previous control and muscled Veronica directly overhead! Only instead of dropping back to complete the Vertical Suplex, she stepped forward and dropped her burden gut-first across the chair's headrest!
“HHHHRRGGGHHHHH!” Treymane's knees thumped against the seat and the chair rocked in place, but Becky grabbed hold on either side to keep it from tumbling over. Shifting to a grip on the blonde's hair shortly thereafter, Clayton settled into a slight crouch and lifted Veronica's head so she could murmur in one ear. “You got no chance in this place, honeybunch.” she said softly. “You can go inside a ring, I'll give you that. But the ring has rules and as much as you pretend to be a bad bitch, you're the biggest goody two-shoes I've ever met. So here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna tell the world how horribly outclassed you are tonight. And in exchange I'm going to let you leave her under your own pow--”
“I've got a better idea, dog-face.” Treymane grunted. “How about you eat shit and diEENNNNGGGHH!”
The Camouflage Crusher clobbered her rival with a quick Headbutt, then followed up with a Hip Attack to the temple in short order. “I love it when you try to sound like a bad-ass.” she snorted as she abandoned the hair-hold to circle around to the front of the chair. “All right cutie, you're such a hard-case, lets see you prove it.” Becky climbed onto the chair, the powerhouse brunette planting her knees on either side so she could settle into a rather comfortable seat upon her opponent's calves. Chest and tummy heavy against the curve of Treymane's back, Clayton looped her arms around the other wrestler's waist, then locked her hands and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed like a python crushing a mouse. “Break my grip, Ms. Bad-Ass.” Bex cooed against the nape of her prey's neck. “Break it before I break your fucking ribs.”
Now, fighting loose from a Becky Clayton Bear Hug was no easy feat under the best of circumstances and unfortunately for Veronica Treymane, her current circumstances were far from ideal. Draped awkwardly over the back of the chair with the brunette snugged in close behind, she had to straighten up just to even attempt working her elbows down through that brawny trap and every time she tried the Peacemaker just squirmed in a little closer and gouged those knotted fists a little deeper. Quick to note the strain developing on his charge's face, Al got to minimum safe distance and asked, “How you doing, 'Ronnie? You hanging in th--”
“She's about to cry, obviously.” Clayton taunted. “She thought she was going to storm in here and take over, but now she's blubbering like a toddler who lost all her Halloween candy to the school bullrrrgghhh!”
Treymane braced her hands against the top of the chair and pushed up as hard as she could, then reached over her right shoulder with her left hand and managed to catch a hold of the BFG's dark hair! “That the best you can do, cupcake? Clayton huffed, clearly more irritated than hurt. “I'm over here threatening to break bones and you're gonna pull myOOOOOWWWW FUCK YOU!”
If 'Ronnie had to pull hair, she almost always did it to control, tonight she narrowed her focus to a single hank and viciously tore it from her opponent's scalp!
“Threats are all you've got, Daisy.” Treymane managed a smile as she flicked the shorn locks to the floor. “Well, that and a whole headful of hair to leave on the RRRGGHHHHHHHHHH!”
Becky squeezed even harder, the former World Champ sliding her coil up so those knotted fists were just below the blonde's sternum! “Got you too, bitch.” she snarled. “And you can pull all you want, you're not getting awRRRGGHHH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Shifting the Hug up meant Clayton's head was a little bit higher than before and Treymane took advantage by hooking her right arm around the back of the brunette's skull! Drawing the other wrestler down into what was essentially a very awkward Headlock, 'Ronnie bounced her attacker's forehead against the top of the headrest half a dozen times, then began draaaaaaaaaaaagging her rival's forehead back and forth against the fabric!
“Rrrrrgghhhh leggo!” Bex squeezed harder than ever, the Pinstripe Powerhouse answered with a constriction of her own before helping herself to another hank of hair.
“Why don't you break my ribs if you want me to let go, honeybunch?” Treymane taunted. “That was a real threat, right? Not just more shit coming from your mouOOFFFHH! NGH! NGH!” Becky halved the Hug, curled her left hand into a fist and pounded it against the blonde's flank at least half a dozen times! “No more threats for you tonight, fucker.” the Camouflage Crusher explained. “Just promise after promise after promAAAAAAARRRRHHHHH FAAAAAAAHHHK!”
Veronica cupped her right hand beneath Clayton's chin so she could pull her head up at a sharp angle. This was more awkward than painful, the actual hurt didn't start until the Dangerous Dame curled her left hand into a spade and dragged it across the Queen's eyes like she meant to scratch them out! Such wanton violence would've drawn immediate condemnation within the confines of the squared circle, but down here in the bowels of the Madhouse Al Carpenter could only join the distant FAWNatics in cringing at the vicious display.
Refusing to switch tactics until the last remnants of the Hug fell away, Treymane immediately sucked in a breath that would've made her whimper if she hadn't stifled it behind clenched teeth. A final rake followed, then she doubled down on the hair-hold and THWHUMPED Bex's forehead against the top of the headrest as hard as she could! A strong but undeniably woozy Forearm Smash to the small of her back made 'Ronnie release her grip and rather than press the attack Clayton struggled to verticality and pushed off with a sulky little shove.
She'd made it all of two steps when the Dangerous Dame lurched after her, Treymane grabbing a handful of the brunette's waistband to pull her back and down into the chair where she immediately secured a Full Nelson and Bodyscissors! Quite content to sit in silence while she alternated between rib-straining constrictions and neck-wrenching compressions, Veronica let the Peacemaker have it with both barrels for a good twenty seconds before she dug her chin into the nape of Clayton's neck just to make her a little more miserable.
“How're those ribs, Daisy?” she purred in Becky's ear. “And how's your neck, for that matter? Which one do you think will hold out the longest?”
“Duuuhhhh.... don't flatter yourself, honey.” Bex grimaced. “They'll both be fine when you're flat on the floor taking all your oxygen through my assSSSEEEEEHHHHH GAAAAAAAAHH!”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse kicked her legs straight forward and pushed down on the Full Nelson so that Clayton's chin was grinding against her sternum! Battle-tossed hair obscured most of the brunette's face, but body language was more than enough for the official to know she was in serious trouble. “Talk to me, Bex.” he said. “Do you need me to call for the--”
“Shut your hole, Carpenter.” the BFG groaned. “That's the only thing I need from ERRR-ERRR-EERRRRRR!”
'Ronnie bounced in place and kicked her legs up and down, the blonde shifting from methodical punishment to aggressive torture as she worked to wring a surrender from the other wrestler's lips! “You don't talk to him, Daisy.” No teasing from Treymane now, her voice was nothing but hot shells tinking against cold pavement. “You talk to me. And only if you're begging to qu--”
The Gorgeous Gangster hissed in disgust when Clayton snatched a double handful of hair and pulled hard! “You think I'm gonna quit against a pussy like you?” she sneered. “You could barely keep my shoulders to the mat for a three count, you'll NEVER be strong enough to ooooohhhhhh YOU BITCH!”
Becky's hands were occupied with the blonde's hair, so 'Ronnie freed her right hand and began to dig and gouge the brunette's breasts. Working those vulnerable jugs with the same enmity seen in the Scissors and Nelson, Treymane put her lips to Becky's ear and hissed, “Alexis told me I should've sat on your face after our first match. I told her that beating you was satisfying enough, but the more I think about it, the more I realize she was right. A little stint in the Pinstripe Prison is just the thing for that shitty attitude of WHOAH!”
Wresting free of the Half Nelson meant Clayton was free to deal with those callous claws, but instead she set both hands against the arm rests and clambered to verticality with the Scissors still intact! Tromping over to the remains of the smashed coffee table, Becky hooked her arms around the blonde's thighs and turned in a half circle so she could—“HHHHRRRGGGGGH!”
Not about to take a third trip onto that poor destroyed furniture, Veronica abandoned her claw grips and grabbed hold of Clayton's ears, which she proceeded to twist like radio dials! The Camouflage Crusher cried out and released Treymane's legs so she could latch onto the blonde's wrists! She was still trying to prize 'Ronnie's hands away when the Dangerous Dame DRILLED a Headbutt into the nape of her neck! Clayton shuddered on the spot but didn't go down, which meant Treymane didn't have to waste time scraping her off the floor. Instead she dipped her head beneath the brunette's right arm and deftly looped her right arm around the Queen's waist. With her right hand braced against Becky's glutes, Veronica boosted Becky onto the point of her right shoulder for what looked like a Backdrop Suplex. Only rather than drop to the carpet, she stepped forward and almost casually pulled out from the blonde so that she plummeted straight down onto the wooden detritus!
Bex writhed like a snake with a broken back, was in fact still twitching when the Gorgeous Gangster pressed a foot to the side of her face and earned a roar from the distant crowd with a double bicep flex that lasted through the...
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Clayton slapped the challenger's foot away, then turned onto her side to prevent another quick cover. “Tacky bitch.” she groaned. “You're gonna wish you'd never UUUNNNGGGHHH!”
In no mood to tolerate the brunette's mouth after enduring it during her torturous time folded over the back of the chair, 'Ronnie helped herself to a good sized piece of the broken coffee table, hoisted it high overhead, then dropped to one knee and THWHUMPED it against her antagonist's ribs! “Wish I'd never shown you any respect, Clayton.” the Dangerous Damer growled as she rocked and ground her weapon against Bex's struggling flank. “You never deserved any of it and I'm furious that it took me so long to see through your bullsh--”
“FUCK OFF!” Becky twisted onto her back, elbowing the bludgeon out of the way in the process. “You sanctimonious little shit, you aren't talented enough to carry my bags, let alone talk to me that waNNNGGGHHH!”
Treymane raised her weapon again and brought the wide side down on her foe's forehead with a loud THONK! The One Woman Army went down like a sack of mail so Veronica laid the piece of table on her face, then got up and planted a foot atop it to keep it in place. In the next instant she seized the brunette's wrists and pulled her arms up while simultaneously pressing / stamping down in a hellish AHW approved inversion of the classic Surfboard!
It wasn't a pretty move by any means but it was certainly effective, as evidenced by Becky's pattering heels and distended squealing. “Not good enough to carry your bags, huh?” Treymane offered up a hard smile as she flipped the hair out of her eyes. “Trust me, Daisy, I'll carry them out alongside your unconscious ass when this is all over!” She paused for another hair flip and another sharp twist of her ankle to grind the encroaching wood down on Becky's face. “Although knowing how gutless you've become in the last year, I wouldn't be surprised if you tapped out rather than pass out. Is that it, Clayton? You ready to tap out to save your coward's face?”
“FHUG YOO!” the Peacemaker's shrieked reply had an odd, distorted quality that sent a shiver up Al Carpenter's spine. “NEHBER TAP OUT! NEHBER QUID TO YOO, YOO PEEZ OF--”
A collective gasp from the FAWNatics and an audible 'oh fuck!' from the official when 'Ronnie Treymane released her opponent's wrists and hopped into the air to deliver a Lily Burlingame-approved Double Stomp to that poor fragment of abused coffee table! There was an awful CRAAACK! followed by muffled groaning from the Camouflage Crusher as she flopped onto her side and pressed both hands to her aching mug. Bex was still assessing the damage when the Gorgeous Gangster shoveled her onto her back and swung a leg over the brunette's head to sit down with every bit of her weight on Clayton's nose!
“Count her down!” Treymane told Carpenter as she claimed Becky's wrists to ensure a most secure stay at the Pinstripe Prison. The vulnerable Destroyer's twitching told Al a blonde victory wasn't a foregone conclusion, but there was certainly no doubt of Clayton's shoulders being glued to the floor when he started to count...
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Becky planted both feet and bridged up while twisting hard to the right, her abrupt shift proving just strong enough to toss Veronica from her perch with whisper to spare. Veronica was hardly discouraged though, indeed she was all smiles as she plunged a hand into Becky's dark hair. Taking a glimpse around, her eyes fell on a set of double doors not too far beyond the ring of sofas and chairs that'd contained their battle thus far. “Sheamus, would you be a dear and open that door?” she asked the ref. “I'd do it myself, but my hands are about to be full of garbage.”
Carpenter didn't answer, he just walked over to the door and swung it open. A quick look inside brought a sigh of relief, apparently whatever he beheld wasn't as worse as the jars full of ground glass, barbed wire, and salt he'd been expecting.
Treymane took no notice of this, she was too busy hauling Clayton to her feet with a double handful of hair. “Legs are looking a little rubbery there, Queen.” the blonde opined as she swung into position on Clayton's six. “Not sure if they're up for the walk through that door, so I'm gonna do them a favor and carry your overrated ass the whole way.”
“Yuuuuhhhhh... you're so fucking dead.” Bex rasped. “You're finished when this is over, slut. You're never gonna UUUUNNNGGGGHH!”
Treymane dropped to one knee and THWHUMPED a vicious Forearm up into the brunette's crotch! Transforming that callous blow into a more supportive palm on the tummy as the brunette's legs started to give way, 'Ronnie pulled Becky back down across her shoulders even as she rose to her full height. Her left hand cupped over the point of Clayton's chin made it a full on Torture Rack and the Pinstripe Powerhouse craaaaaaaaaaaaanked down tight on both ends as she strolled toward those open doors!
The space was plenty wide enough for Treymane to get through even with Becky stretched out on her shoulders, yet that didn't stop 'Ronnnie from veering to the left so she could bounce Clayton's skull off the door frame as she walked into what looked like the billiard room of a prohibition era steel baron.
“Well damn, would you look at this.” the Dangerous Dame sounded genuinely impressed as she took in the massive pool table in the center, the dartboards and small bar along the back wall and perhaps the most eye-catching feature, an expansive collection of promotional and action stills from the whole Becky's career. “A shrine to yourself, why I am I not surprised?” Treymane muttered as she moved around looking for a proper place to offload her burden. “Did Celia help you put this together or have you always wanted to crow about how great you—rrrggghhhhh—leggo, bitch.”
Becky, who'd managed to grab a fistful of the challenger's hair, only pulled that much harder. “Damn right I know how great I am, asshole.” she snarled. “You know it too, and I'm going to make you scream it in front of everyone before AAARRRHHH FAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Veronica's right hand, which had been pulling down on the brunette's thigh, abruptly turned inward and clamped down on the juncture of her rival's thighs! “Ask her.” she told Al Carpenter even as the BFG wailed to rattle the walls. “She sounds more quitter than queen to me.”
“Tell me something, Bex.” the ref called over the noise. “You need me to call it, just say the--” “EAT SHIT!” Clayton shrieked. “I don't quit, so don't waste my OOOOOHHHH GAAAAAH!” The Dangerous Dame repaid a slight from earlier in the battle by catching hold of the brunette's waistband and yanking it up as high as she could! “You're finished, Daisy.” 'Ronnie promised in the midst of pulling down on Becky's chin and pulling up on those distended trunks. “If I don't break you in half, I'll split you right up the middle. So just admit you're beaten and EEERRRGGHHH!”
Clayton's hand had remained buried in the blonde's hair despite all of Treymane's tortures which meant she didn't have to reach very far when she let loose and raked her fingers across Veronica's eyes! The viciousness of the swipe loosened Treymane's grip to the point that Bex could've wriggled loose then and there, but even in that awkward arrangement the Peacemaker was eager to dish out more punishment so she scraped the Gorgeous Gangster's face almost half a dozen times before she finally tumbled free and landed on one knee behind the bleary-eyed challenger.
Not entirely sure of their position in the room at the moment, Clayton played the odds by bracing both hands against the small of her foe's back and shoving with all her might. Damned if it didn't pay off, she she heard Treymane stumble forward only a few steps before she THUMPED gut-first into the edge of the pool table! “This is my house, honeybunch.” Becky rasped as she rose to her full height. “My game. My rules. And one thing you're going to learn...” she trudged up behind the gasping blonde, pressing her hips to 'Ronnie's buns while her left hand clamped down on the blonde's shoulders. “...nothing's finished until I say it is.”
The proclamation was still leaving her lips when the brunette half of Psy Ops balled her right hand into a fist and pak-pak-PAAAK'ED a trio of pitiless shots into her rival's liver!
Treymane sobbed aloud and crumpled forward onto the smooth green felt with both arms strapped across her roiling, nauseated midsection. Behind her, Clayton shifted her left hand from Veronica's shoulder to her cheek so she could force the other side of her face down flat against the felt. As for her other hand, she made a few adjustment to her own mistreated bottoms, then reared back and treated the other wrestler to a great gaudy SLAP across the buttocks. “I just punched your guts out, honeybunch.” Bex emphasized the point with another hard slap. “So go ahead and tell Carpenter you're throwing in the towel before I REALLY start to embarrass you.”
“Yuuuuhhhh... yuuuuhhhh.... you're the only embarrassment in this room, Clayton.” Treymane gurgled. “You used to stand for something, now you're just another of Blassenville's experiments. A freak rampaging through the countryside before the villagers put her do--”
CRAAACK! Infuriated by the disrespect shown in her own home, Clayton stormed away from the vulnerable blonde and snatched a cue from a nearby rack. Holding it like a baseball bat, she returned to Treymane and brought it down across her upper back! Veronica shrieked and straightened up like she'd been hit by lightning, which meant Bex had to adjust her angle for the next swing which hit home across the small of her prey's back!
“I'm better than you, asshole.” the Camouflage Crusher hissed after 'Ronnie crumpled forward with one hand pressed against the pool table and another rubbing at the welt Clayton had raised across her back. “Always have been. Always will be. That it took Blassenville, of all people, to finally show me how good I actually am... well, I'm surprised as you--”
Treymane whipped around and lunged for the brunette with a massive Haymaker that would've dented Becky's chin if she hadn't possessed the presence of mind to jab the tip of the pool cue into her attacker's navel.
“Slow bitch, corner pocket!” Clayton taunted 'Ronnie folded up around the improvised skewer. Halving her grip so she could grab hold of the other wrestler's hair, Bex yanked Treymane upright, then shoved her back against the pool table. “You were never going to beat me in here, honeybunch.” she explained while returning to her previous two-handed grip on the cue. “All you were gonna do is remind the locker room that no one is safe if I don't want them to be!”
With that, she CRAAACKED a vicious blow across Veronica's abs and while the blonde doubled up just as Clayton anticipated, she had not foreseen the former World Champion swatting the weapon down and straightening up almost at once.
“Is that all you've got?” 'Ronnie slapped the new welt hard enough to make Al cringe. “I thought you were tuff, Daisy. But here you are throwing shots like a brat who doesn't expect to take one in return.”
There was a shift in Clayton's shoulders, subtle, but noticeable nonetheless, that made it clear she was seething. “Last time I checked, you didn't have a weapNNHH!”
Veronica lashed out with viper-speed and CLAPPED Becky across the mouth with a hard Bitch Slap! Baring her teeth as the BFG stumbled back a step, Treymane noted, “I don't need a weapon to deal with a soft girl like you. All things being equal, if only one of us can leave on her feet, it's gonna be--”
CRACK! Clayton stepped in and swung for the fences with a shot that lit into the blonde's right flank, but rather than collapse in anguish, Treymane clamped her arm down on the cue to keep it locked in place. “Celia sure did a great job giving you a shitty new attitude.” 'Ronnie purred to her infuriated rival. “Too bad she couldn't do anything about your fucking backbone.”
Eyes wide with fury as her grip on the cue tightened, Becky hissed, “Oh honey, they're gonna take you out of here in buckSRRGGH!”
Veronica caught a handful of hair, lunged forward and THWHUNKED the One Woman Army between the eyes with a Headbutt! Becky didn't let go, so the Pinstripe Powerhouse bludgeoned her with two more blows and what would've been a third had she not finally relented. Taking possession of the weapon as Clayton turned her back and staggered away, Treymane switched her grip around just to bring the cue slashing down like a broadsword between the brunette's shoulders!
“FUCKER!” Bex went up on tiptoe and skidded down the long side of the pool table as she tried to put some distance between herself and the blonde. “YOU'RE GONNA NNNNGGGGGHHH!”
The Dangerous Dame once again proved the validity of that nickname when she SMASHED the cue across Becky's shoulders and snapped the poor, misused thing in half! The strength of it dropped Clayton to all fours, a position she still occupied when Veronica bent down and buried both hands in her hair. Hauling Bex to her feet in fits and starts, Treymane remained silent as she curled her left arm around the brunette's throat so that Clayton's chin was snug in the crook of her elbow. From there she cupped her right hand against the back of Becky's head, which also allowed the Pinstripe Powerhouse a better grip on her own right bicep.
Snuggled in close behind the woozy grappler, 'Ronnie planted a quick smooch on Becky's left temple, then murmured, “G'night Daisy.” and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed down on the Sleeper! Unlike what the name would suggest, Becky Clayton did not go to sleep. Indeed she thrashed to life like someone hit with a dose of smelling salts, not that the kinetic flailing did anything to break the blonde's grip. Certainly wasn't an easy ride though, Veronica twisted and spun along with her adversary, the Gorgeous Gangster doing everything in her considerable power to keep as much weight on Clayton's neck as possib—“HHHRRRGGGHH!”
Cheers from the remote crowd when Treymane hopped up and threaded her legs around Becky's waist in a crushing Bodyscissors! Slowing considerably as she was forced to carry Treymane's weight, the Camouflage Crusher leaned against the pool table for support, but there was no mistaking the tremble in her legs as the seconds ticked by.
“What do you say, Bex?” Carpenter asked after his charge had lurched around the corner seemingly in search of some unknown reprieve. “You need me to call for--”
Clayton straightened up without warning, lurched away from the table, then slung herself back that way to THWHUNK Treymane's right hip into the edge of the pool table! 'Ronnie groaned and the Scissors loosened for a moment, but when Becky pulled clear for a second smash the blonde hoisted herself up a little higher and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed her prey's ribs tighter than ever! “GAAAAAAHHHHHH!” Bex pitched forward, probably would've toppled onto her face if she hadn't grabbed hold of the table like a lifeline.
Snuggled in close behind, Treymane wrenched the Sleeper back and forth, then leaned in and gouged the point of her chin into the nape of her prey's neck. “Go to sleep, Daisy.” the Dangerous Dame growled in Clayton's ear. “At least that way you won't have to hear the Announcer calling my WHOOAAAAHH!”
The Peacemaker bellowed like some escaped denizen of Hell as she poured the rest of her reserves into rising to full verticality. In the same instant she broke into a drunken sprint that took the both of 'em down the long side of pool table and beyond, Becky still picking up speed when she twisted around and THAWHUMPED Treymane against the wall!
“FUCKIN' LEMME GO!” Clayton roared as Treymane's hooks loosened, but didn't relent. “Swear to God, Treymane, if you don't let me go I'll AAAAAAAAWWWWWW FAAAAAAAHK!” The Dangerous Dame leaned in close and sank her teeth into the right side of her foe's neck! Becky sobbed pitiably and started flailing and swatting at Treymane's head. For a moment Al thought she was giving it up, but then her hand moved on to one of the dartboards they'd nearly knocked off the walls. The board itself was far too large and awkward for Becky to tug it free one handed; the darts however... Carpenter realized what she had in mind just as Clayton yanked the darts loose, alas he didn't have the opportunity to say so much as a word before she jabbed the darts into Treymane's encroaching forearm!
That finally popped Veronica's Scissors wide open, but damned if she didn't abandon the Sleeper until the BFG spiked her with the darts three more times. Gasping like a drowning woman as oxygen finally returned to her lungs, Bex let loose of the darts so she could reach back with both hands and grab hold of the blonde's hair. In the next instant she took a giant step forward and dropped to one knee while simultaneously flipping Veronica over her shoulder with a Snapmare that planted the challenger flat on her butt!
Crumpling back against the wall while she tried to steady her pounding head, a wild-eyed Becky Clayton clawed and scraped at her right elbow for a few seconds before a clearer portion of her brain reminded her she wasn't wearing an elbow pad. That seemed to return some semblance of awareness, as she flipped hair out of her eyes and nodded to no one in particular. As for Veronica, she was flat on her butt and rubbing at her tailbone while trying to catch her bear—the Camouflage Crusher exploded off the wall and shot in low to THWHUNK her right elbow into Treymane's left cheek!
MOAB:
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'Ronnie's head snapped to one side and the rest of her followed close behind, the blonde's poor noggin hitting the hardwood floor with an audible THUNK! Al was on top of the action in a span of heartbeats, the lanky zebra obviously concerned about his vulnerable charge. Unfortunately he wasn't able to check on Treymane before Becky wriggled in behind her prone victim and secured a Bodyscissors / Sleeper combination of her own!
“TAP OUT!” Clayton reefed back like she meant to tear the blonde's head from her shoulders and bore down on the Scissors with every intention of cracking ribs. “TAP OUT, TREYMANE!” she barked again.”TAP THE FUCK OUT!”
No response from the challenger save for the faint fluttering of eyelids and the shine of something that Al expected was a bit of drool coming from the corner of her mouth. Working with the practiced efficiency of someone who already knows the outcome, he took hold of Treymane's left wrist and raised her arm into the air. No surprise when it dropped to the floor as soon as he released it. “ONE!” he called out.
A second lift produced identical results, though it got a louder reaction from the FAWNatics watching a few floors above. “TWO!”
That's right.” Becky Clayton squeezed like an anaconda as Al raised her rival's hand for the third time. “Go to sleep you fucking poseur. Go the fuck to sleep!”
Carpenter let go and 'Ronnie's arm collapsed to the floor once again. The ref didn't call say anything, he just tossed a signal to the camera, then started tapping Becky's elbow in an effort to make her break the crushing hold. But Becky didn't let go. Not until the disembodied voice of the Announcer crept in to confirm, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knock-out and STILL the Queen of the Madhouse... BECKY CLAYTON!”
Breaking the Sleeper while keeping the Scissors intact, the victorious BMD rudely mussed 'Ronnie's hair before repeatedly swatting the back of her head. This brought no protest from the blonde, so she disengaged the Scissors and nudged Treymane over onto her back. On her knees a moment thereafter, Clayton put both hands on her thighs and took deep breaths in an effort to steady her swimming head. Eventually Al moved in beside her and offered a hand, which the brunette dismissed with an angry flip of the wrist.
“Fuck off, Carpenter.”
“No, Becky, I won't.” the ref answered. “She's out cold and you can barely stand, there's no need to--”
Clayton crawled forward to settle into an exhausted Front Face Sit. Hands on her knees now, the Camouflage Crusher bobbled in place, though doing so made her back throb and her head spin. Even so, she worked a hand into Veronica's battle damp hair and yanked her head up to stuff the conquered challenger's face against the furnace of her crotch. Squeezing 'Ronnie's skull between her thighs as hard as she could, Bex bounced again and hissed, “Scream, honeybunch! That's the least you can do for strutting in here and fucking up my place! Scream, damn you!”
But the devastated Dame didn't scream. Didn't even whimper. She just soaked up the superfluous abuse until exhaustion and disgust caused Clayton to crawl away like a woman three times her age.
Al again offered his hand and Bex again refused, choosing instead to rise with the aid of the pool table. Eyes closed until she felt capable of standing up straight, Becky Clayton looked down and very deliberately set her foot atop the blonde's slumbering cheek. From there she turned to Carpenter and demanded, “Raise my hand.”
Al did so while the Peacemaker made a show of grinding the ball of her foot against Treymane's face.
“You may be a Gangster out there.” she growled down at the blonde. “You may be a former World Champion out there, but in here? In here you're just another trophy for the wall.” Bex paused, shifted her attention to the camera. “That's all ANY of you are. Better luck next year, losers.”
***
Shortly thereafter...
As 'Ronnie Treymane slowly regained consciousness, her surroundings remained hazy. Her head throbbed, and her body ached from the brutal match she had just been through. In her dazed state, she managed to mumble a few words. "What happened? Did that bitch... did she STAB me?”
Al nodded confirmation, his somber expression more than enough to explain the dart attack and the subsequent results thereof. Groaning in disgust and disappointment, the exhausted blonde made it to her feet, trudged through the front door and started making her way toward the elevator. Her steps were slow and heavy as she walked down the dimly lit corridor, seemingly the only sound save for the low, insectile buzz of the overhead lights. Suddenly, a mysterious figure sprang from the deep shadows of an innocuous alcove and folded the Gorgeous Gangster in half with a massive Spear! Treymane crunched up moaning in pain as the mysterious attacker pushed to her feet to loom over the blonde. After a moment she drew back her hood to reveal none other than the Executrix herself, Dayna Erza!
DAYNA ERZA
Treymane's groans reverberated through the dimly lit corridor as she struggled to piece together the chaotic turn of events. The sudden and ruthless assault by the former World Champion had left her in a disoriented state. Her battered body throbbed, the lingering pain from the grueling match mingling with the fresh agony of the blindside assault. With a mixture of confusion and distress etched on her face, she weakly whispered, "... Dayna?"
The Corporate Punisher crouched beside the fallen battler and seized 'Ronnie's face, her grip on Treymane's cheeks firm but filled with menace. "This is just the beginning," she hissed, her voice laced with anger and determination. "I'll make sure FAWN never forgets who I am and what I'm capable of."
Amid the growing commotion backstage, security personnel and technicians moved in to prize the brunette from her vulnerable prey. Dayna offered no real resistance, though she did make sure to place a foot on Treymane's chest before she turned and walked off into the gloom of the Madhouse.