Post by hawkeye on Oct 8, 2024 0:56:50 GMT
The Announcer stepped into the spotlight at center ring and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, if you would please direct your attention to the FAWN'tron.” Those assembled did exactly that and after a moment the 'Mania logo faded away into something usually reserved for All Hallows Evil, the roving drone shot. And where this particular technique was best known for prowling the dingy service tunnels and narrow corridors of the Mad House, tonight was was swooping through the backstage area, starting at gorilla, then passing through catering, down on by the babyface locker room, then audio and sound before hooking a quick left into an elegant, albeit innocuous elevator labeled 'Executive Wing'.
As the elevator began its ascent the Announcer explained, “The following contest is a Boardroom Battle scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Tel Aviv, Israel, she stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-seven pounds. She is The Executrix, DAYNA ERZA!"
DAYNA ERZA:
The elevator door tinged open in time with the former World Champion's name and the camera shot out into an elegant, well-appointed hallway just in time to see an unmistakable figure emerge from a door at the far end. For tonight's decisive engagement with a most irksome adversary, the Corporate Headhunter wore a sleek black pencil skirt, charcoal gray blouse and a short, snug blazer that matched her skirt. Surveying her surroundings with obvious satisfaction, Dayna's mood darkened considerably when Merle the referee emerged from what was probably a copy room to run through last minute checks and details.
“And her opponent, hailing from Bridgeport California she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Pinstripe Powerhouse, the Neo-Noir Knockout, the Magnificent Moll, this is VERONICA TREYMANE!”
VERONICA TREYMANE:
The elevator tinged again and the camera swooped around heartbeats before the doors swung open and the Dangerous Dame stepped into view. Like her opponent, 'Ronnie had elected office-wear in the forms of a smart gray pinstripe skirt and a simple white long-sleeved blouse. There might've been a jacket there too, but for the moment it was hidden by the presence of the blonde's signature trench-coat. No Thompson tonight though, Bethany had been very firm on that particular detail.
The distance between the elevator and the FAWN boardroom was far greater than that between two ring-posts, yet to Merle the wide, carpeted hallway still felt far too narrow and cramped when bookended by the Executrix and the Magnificent Moll. His thoughts were interrupted when Dayna called out, “Congratulations on making it this far, you odious little pretender.”
She stepped out of her low, sensible heels and brushed them aside with one stocking-clad foot before removing her earrings, which she handed to the official with an 'I'm watching you' sort of glare. “But I'm afraid the executive elevator is the greatest glory you'll ever attain. When you leave these hallowed halls you'll do so via the service elevator with only the rest of the day's trash to hide your shame.”
Taking a deep breath helped Veronica resist the urge to simply storm down the hall and put a mugging on the arrogant former World Champion. Rather than reply with words she shrugged out of the heavy trench-coat and hung it on a fashionably sensible rack not far from the elevator doors. Her shoes came next, the blonde tucking them in beneath the rack so she could collect them when all was said and done. Having foregone earrings as an unnecessary risk, the Gorgeous Gangster turned back to her rival and deftly undid the cuffs on her blouse so she could roll the sleeves up to just above her elbows.
“That's where you're wrong, Daisy.” she told the domineering brunette. “I'm gonna leave this place the exact same way I arrived. Well, maybe not exactly the same. I'll probably have a few fresh bumps and bruises, but I'll also have that pretty little skirt of yours clutched in one hand.”
Dayna's dark eyes narrowed and she took a menacing step forward. “Over my dead body, bitch.” she warned.
“Oh, I'm not gonna kill you.” Treymane countered. “I'm just gonna drag your face along every inch of this conformity factory before I sit on it to put you out of your misery.”
Merle took a giant step away from the Boardroom Baroness, he had no interest in being too close after she absorbed such a tawdry threat. But instead of seething, Erza threw her head back and laughed, the sound of it reverberating off the elegant walls of the hallway. “Pretend words from a pretend threat.” she scoffed. Taking a few steps forward, the towering battler stretched her arms wide and demanded, “Come then, little gangster. You think you can stand against the best the world has to offer? Step up and prove your wor—”
'Ronnie went straight for her, the powerful blonde not quite running as she closed the distance on the Executrix. As for Dayna, she held her ground without flinching, indeed she demanded the Dangerous Dame pick up the pace with beckoning fingers and taunting words. Treymane was almost within lunging distance when Erza beat her to it, but rather than go for her opponent she pounced on poor Merle, who clearly wasn't as safe as he'd supposed. Clasping down on the poor dope's shoulders, she said, “Handle this, won't you?” and shoved him directly in front of the oncoming blonde!
Cursing at the unexpected distraction, Veronica caught hold of Merle's biceps to avoid a potentially calamitous collision. She was in the process of shunting him aside when Dayna rushed in and brought her right leg up, the brunette THWHAPPING her foe's chin with a Big Boot!
'Ronnie spun away and crumpled to one knee while the startled ref went stumbling through an open door and almost went ass-over-teakettle thanks to an awkwardly placed rolling chair. Back in the hall, Erza grabbed a double handful of the other Destroyer's long locks and used them to haul her upright only to yank her right back down, Dayna dropping to both knees to THAWHUMP the back of Treymane's skull against the carpeted floor!
“Barely a minute in and you're already down on the floor wailing in pain.” Dayna smirked Treymane's heels pattered out an erratic SOS. “All the reports suggest I should waste as little time as possible in dispensing with you as the stink of your perpetual mediocrity can only slow my return to the FAWN World Championship. But analytics and metrics can be so cold, so impersonal.”
Still holding onto her double handful of hair, Erza bounced 'Ronnie's head a few more times, then treated herself to some aggressive scrubbing before she halved the grip so she could tap the tip of the blonde's nose with an index finger.
“No, your encroachment on this domain is far too egregious to be dealt with swiftly. I'm going to make you suffer, Veronica Treymane. And when I'm done you won't even dare speak my name without lowering your eyeRGGHH!”
Veronica reached up and caught some hair of her own, the former World Champ yanking Dayna forward and down while she brought a knee up to THUMP against her forehead! “You arrogant piece of crap.” Treymane spun to one knee and halved her grip so she could mash Dayna's cheeks together in an insufferable fish-face. “You'll be lucky to say anything with your jaw wired shutHHRRRRGGGH!”
Erza wrapped a hand around the blonde's throat and began to squeeeeeeeeeeze while she flattened her other hand into a paddle and peppered 'Ronnie's cheeks with insufferable little slaps! Treymane wasn't about to endure such insolent treatment with any level of decorum so she clamped down on Dayna's face even tighter and wrapped a couple coils of the brunette's braid around her free hand so she could pull hard enough to wrench the taller woman's head back at an awkward angle.
While such brazen roughhousing would've earned immediate calls for a break within the confines of the squared circle, Merle knew damned well that such a warning would've been useless here in the Executive Wing. Still, silence didn't seem quite appropriate while his charges were trying to maim one another so the official cleared his throat and said, “Ok ladies, how about you break this up and get back to your—”
He was about to say 'feet' when the Pinstripe Powerhouse released her clamp on Erza's mug just long enough to ball that hand into a fist that she promptly smashed against the other wrestler's mouth! Two more identical punches followed and she would've shifted north to Erza's nose if the Headhunter hadn't abandoned her stranglehold to draaaaaaaag her fingers across Veronica's eyes!
Baring her teeth in a ferocious smile as Treymane squalled and swiped at her claw, Dayna repeated the process a few more times and would've kept at it if the Gorgeous Gangster hadn't snatched that wrist in an iron grip. Hardly deterred from punishing the insolent poseur, Erza yanked her hair-hold from side to side, then took Treymane's nose between thumb and forefinger and twisted until she keened like a teakettle!
“On your feet, wage slave.” the brunette ordered as she stood up and used her catty grips to make Veronica do the same. “This intrusion on rarefied ground will not be tolerated.”
Whatever response Treymane might've mustered devolved into a breathy grunt when Erza pounded a quick Kneelift into the pit of her stomach! Unprepared for the skewering blow, Veronica doubled over and found herself corralled in a Front Facelock. Slinging the American's near arm across her shoulders, Dayna grabbed the waistband of Treymane's skirt just above her left hip and muscled her high into the air—NO!
The Magnificent Moll made it to about one o'clock and might have continued on (albeit with her heels brushing the ceiling) if she hadn't curled her right hand into a fist and pounded it into the brunette's left flank! “Feckless little toad!” Erza snapped after she'd returned her foe to the floor. “Resisting the inevitable will only steepen the consequenceRRRGGHHHH!” 'Ronnie raised her right foot and stamped down on Dayna's left, the blonde making certain to twist her ankle on impact to better punish the brunette's toes!
Dayna hissed and tried to disengage, but now it was Treymane bearing down, the Dangerous Dame turning the tables with a Front Facelock of her own. And where Erza had caught her foe's waistband in a search for leverage, Veronica grabbed a whole handful from hem to waistband to ensure there was no squirming loose when she hoisted Dayna up overhead and—Treymane pushed her burden back the way she'd came and stepped away, leaving Erza to plunge through a short free-fall that ended with her hitting the hallway floor with an unpleasant THWHUMP!
The Gourdbuster bounced Dayna up onto her knees, the former World Champ holding both arms across her midsection as she tried to draw a deep breath. “You got a real big mouth, Daisy. I'm not surprised, most suits do.” Veronica huffed as she got to her feet with the heel of one hand swiping at her stinging eyes. “Important question though. Is it big enough for me to fit both feet at the same time? Or just one? I'd like to find out.”
“Spppuuhhh... spare me such deviant inquiries.” Dayna grunted as she tried to catch her breath. “They have no place among the presence of truly worthwhile individuNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Treymane had backed off to put a little more distance between herself and the Boardroom Baroness, now she rushed forward and laid out backward while simultaneously flicking her right leg forward to THWHACK Dayna between the eyes with a Cement Shoe!
CEMENT SHOE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gbhAvf8bSgA
Erza went down, rolled to one side and sat up just to get drawn right back down when 'Ronnie snuggled in behind and dragged her into a Headscissors. Knowing full well that she could pull Dayna's hair all night and never draw a single warning, that's exactly what the blonde did while also attaining a bit of payback by pinching the brunette's nose as hard as she could! “You're really gonna call yourself worthwhile when I'm about to pop your head right off your shoulders? Treymane asked between constrictions. “I think it's time you realized your name's not on the corner office anymore, Daisy.”
HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRHkTmZ4gOY
Desperate to escape Veronica's punishing Headscissors, Erza twisted and rolled onto her belly, forcing the blonde to loosen her grip. With a surge of energy, Dayna folded one of Treymane's legs into a figure-four, tucking one ankle into the other knee pit before sitting on it, expertly trapping her opponent. Veronica hissed in pain, her fists pounding the carpet, but that wasn’t enough to stop Erza from taking it a step further.
Grabbing a handful of Treymane's hair, Dayna yanked her head up and tucked her fingers beneath Veronica’s chin, drawing her into a makeshift Camel Clutch hold. The sight was one to behold—the Executrix, sitting on her opponent like she was a spineless subordinate, dragging back on her neck and bending her spine into a cruel arch. The polished surface of a nearby boardroom table gleamed ominously under the office lights as Treymane squirmed beneath Dayna’s weight.
“Welcome to the grind, Veronica,” Dayna taunted, her fingers digging into Treymane's jaw as she forced her to endure the painful hold. “You don’t get to take shortcuts in my office.”
'Ronnie's eyes darted toward a nearby swivel chair, knocked aside during the chaos. Struggling against the pain, she reached out, fingertips grazing the wheel of the chair. With a final lunge, she gripped the leg of the chair and swung it backward as hard as she could! The heavy base cracked against Dayna’s back with a satisfying THUD, knocking Dayna off her back!
Both women scrambled to their feet, though Veronica was a half-step faster. Seeing a stapler within arm’s reach in a nearby office, the Gorgeous Gangster darted throught the open door, snatched it up and went straight for Dayna. The Executrix raised an arm just in time to block the incoming swing, the metal CLANG of the stapler hitting her wrist echoing through the office space.
“That all you got, office girl?” Treymane sneered, bringing the stapler up again, aiming for Erza's head. But Dayna, still reeling from the earlier hit, twisted away at the last second and shoved the stapler-wielding blonde into a row of file cabinets.
Veronica staggered back, one hand reaching to steady herself against the cabinet. That was all the time the brunette needed. Grabbing a heavy paperweight from a desk, she swung it in a vicious arc, aiming squarely for Treymane's midsection.
Veronica ducked just in time, the paperweight smashing into the file cabinet instead, sending papers flying.
Treymane surged forward with a burst of energy, throwing wild haymakers at Dayna’s head and body. Each punch landed with a satisfying THWACK, driving Dayna back toward a large executive desk. The brunette staggered, hands raised in a desperate attempt to fend off the relentless blows, but the Magnificent Moll would not be denied. One final Haymaker connected squarely with Dayna’s jaw, sending her reeling onto the desk, sprawling across the polished surface amidst scattered papers and pens.
With Dayna vulnerable, Veronica wasted no time. She grabbed the Executrix by her hair, and dragged her to her feet atop the desk. The blonde wrapped her arms around Dayna’s waist and trapped her head between her thighs, locking her in a Standing Headscissors. Veronica planted her feet wide, preparing to hoist Dayna into the air for a devastating Powerbomb from the elevated position.
“You wanted to see how we handle business in the streets?” Veronica growled, her fingers tightening their grip. “You’re about to get an up-close demonstration!”
But Dayna wasn’t finished yet.
As Treymane bent down to secure the Powerbomb, Dayna gritted her teeth and summoned the last of her strength. With a mighty surge, she straightened her back and lifted her opponent just enough to shift Veronica’s balance. In one smooth motion, Dayna grabbed hold of Treymane’s hips and heaved her overhead, countering the Powerbomb with a perfectly executed Back Body Drop!
Veronica’s eyes went wide as she was launched up and over. She crashed down onto the floor with a thunderous WHAM, the back of her head and shoulders slamming against the carpeted floor just in front of the desk. The impact sent shock waves through her body, leaving the Gorgeous Gangster dazed and gasping for breath. Dayna, still standing on top of the desk, took a moment to steady herself, her chest rising and falling heavily. She looked down at Veronica, who writhed on the ground in pain, clutching the back of her head. The Executrix smirked, the pain and exhaustion mixing with her fierce determination to show the blonde who truly ran the boardroom.
“You're not fit to work in my office, let alone take me down,” Dayna muttered, her voice low and filled with venom.
Erza, still perched atop the executive desk, nodded as she surveyed the damage she'd inflicted on Veronica. The sight of the Gorgeous Gangster struggling on the carpet below fueled her next move. Without hesitation, Dayna leaped off the desk, her elbow aimed directly at Treymane’s chest.
THWUMP!
The Executrix's elbow drove deep into Veronica’s sternum, the impact knocking the wind from her lungs! Treymane gasped, her body jolting from the blow as Dayna remained on top of her, soaking in the pained groan of her opponent.
Not the Dayna was satisfied, mind you. She wanted to leave a lasting mark, one that would remind Veronica of who ruled this boardroom long after the match was over. Her gaze shifted to the nearby desk where the stapler lay after their earlier tussle. Grabbing it with cold precision, Dayna stalked back toward her prone foe.
Veronica, still reeling from the Elbow Drop, tried to roll away, but Dayna was quick. Grabbing a fistful of the blonde’s hair, she yanked Veronica’s head back, exposing her face to the cruel glare of the overhead office lights. The brunette raised the stapler menacingly above her head.
“Let’s see if you can still talk your street-trash nonsense after this.” Dayna hissed.
With a sharp, vindictive motion, she brought the stapler down—THWACK!—the metal teeth sinking into the side of Veronica’s face just above her cheekbone! Treymane let out a sharp scream as the staple punched through her skin, leaving a small, brutal mark. Dayna grinned with satisfaction, her breath ragged as she savored her foe's agony.
“That’ll teach you to stay in your lane, little gangster,” Dayna growled before tossing the stapler aside, the clattering echoing loud in the office.
Veronica’s hand instinctively shot to her face, feeling the tiny metal intruder embedded in her skin as she writhed in a mixture of pain and fury.
Dayna, a wicked smile spreading across her face, stepped back slowly, eyes never leaving Veronica as the blonde began to stir. Her eyes gleaming with predatory intent, Erza backed up slowly, positioning herself for a devastating charge. Veronica, still recovering from the stapler assault, staggered to her feet, one hand pressed to her cheek, the pain radiating across her face.
“Let’s see how tough you are when I send you through this wall,” Dayna snarled as she backed up a few steps to create distance for her next move.
Dayna charged like a striking viper, her shoulder lowered, intent on driving Veronica straight through the false wall behind her. She roared as she closed the distance, preparing to land the knockout blow.
But just as Erza was about to make contact, Treymane's instincts kicked in. With a quick sidestep, she deftly dodged the oncoming freight train. Dayna’s eyes widened in shock as her shoulder connected not with Veronica, but with the flimsy wall
CRASH!
The force of Dayna's Spear obliterated the false wall, sending drywall and debris flying everywhere as she barreled through the partition and into the adjoining space! The impact was so sudden and violent that Dayna stumbled forward, completely off balance, her momentum carrying her into a stack of office chairs, sending them toppling over.
Veronica leaned against a nearby desk, breathing hard but with a triumphant grin spreading across her face. Dayna groaned, trapped in the wreckage of the broken wall, trying to pull herself free from the tangled mess of chairs and debris. Veronica, now with a window of opportunity, straightened up, her pain momentarily forgotten as she prepared to make Dayna pay for her overconfidence.
“You think you can run this office, Daisy?” 'Ronnie panted, stalking toward the stunned brunette. “Looks like you’ve got a few things to learn about dodging disasters.”
Seeing Dayna sprawled amidst the wreckage, the Pinstripe Powerhouse seized the moment to press her advantage. Her eyes quickly scanned the room, and a cold look crossed across her face when she spotted an old corded office phone on a nearby desk. Without a second thought, she snatched it up, yanking the coiled cord from the receiver and letting it dangle ominously in her hand.
“You really should upgrade, Dayna,” Veronica muttered as she strode toward the disoriented brunette, still tangled in the rubble. “No way I could pull this off with a cordless phone.”
Dazed from her collision with the wall, Erza groaned and tried to push herself up, but Veronica was already on her. With a quick motion, the blonde wrapped the phone cord around Dayna's neck and pulled it tight, wrenching it back like she was lassoing a prize steer.
“You really think you could put a staple in my face and just get away with it?” Veronica sneered, tightening the cord as Dayna's hands flew to her throat, frantically trying to pry it off. “No chance, Daisy. Bullshit like that comes with a HIGH cost.”
Dayna gagged, gasping for breath as Veronica leaned in, her grip on the cord relentless. The blonde yanked the plastic garrote even tighter, forcing Dayna to her knees in the midst of the debris.
“You should've kept this in the ring, Executrix.” Veronica taunted, leaning close to her opponent's ear. “Surrounded by underlings that can protect you when things go wrong. Out here? There's no one to save you.”
Dayna’s face reddened, her airways constricted by the tightly coiled cord, and her hands flailed in desperation. Veronica gave one final, savage tug, the cord digging into Dayna’s throat as the brunette’s struggles weakened.
Satisfied for the moment, Veronica released the cord, letting Dayna collapse to the floor in a coughing, gasping heap.
Dropping the phone a moment after she released Erza, Treymane rolled her shoulders and took a look around. The space was small and cramped, its already narrow confines made even more so by an accumulation of forgotten chairs, sagging bankers boxes, old placards, rolled posters, you name it. Any ephemera that didn't have an easily definable space ended up in the storeroom.
“While I appreciate your ability to craft an impromptu entrance,” 'Ronnie looked over her shoulder and snorted at the ragged hole the Headhunter's errant Spear had opened, “fire code says there has to be an actual door out of this pla—”
Knocking from somewhere on the other side of the room, then a door whose frame was almost entirely hidden by an easel proclaiming '2022 marks the return of the Rumbrrrrr!' opened wide and Merle called out, “Veronica? Dayna? You in here?”
“Got it in one, Shamus.” the blonde answered. “Though I'm the only one currently on her feet. Girl Boss here had to take a call a little while ago and it took a lot out of herRRRROOOOOWWW SHIT!”
The Executrix was still down and sucking wind, but that didn't make her any less dangerous, as Treymane discovered when Erza glommed onto the discarded phone and promptly THUMPED it down on her foe's left foot! “Ins...insolent pretender.” Dayna rasped as she rose to her knees while 'Ronnie yelped and hopped aside. “You will learn to respect your betters if I have to destroy every room in this wing to NNNNGGGGHH!”
The Dangerous Dame's toes hurt something fierce, yet she was willing to absorb punishment if it meant dishing it out which was why she grabbed a double handful of Dayna's dark hair and yanked her into a shot Kneelift that THUNKED her between the eyes!
Erza's head snapped back and bounced against a blank 'Employee of the Month' plaque but it wasn't enough to make the stunned Destroyer drop the phone. If anything she squeezed it a little tighter and fired back by jabbing the receiver into Treymane's ribs like it was some sort of blunt-tipped shiv! “I've got mediocrity on line two, Ms. Treymane.” Dayna grunted in the midst of clambering to verticality. “She says it's urgent, something about going back to where you belonGGGUUUHHHHH!”
Veronica answered the phone shots with a right hook to the kidney, then pounced on the Boardroom Baroness and cinched both arms around Dayna's waist. Hands knotted against the small of Erza's back, the Magnificent Moll squeeeeeeeeeeeezed hard enough to force the brunette up on tiptoe in hopes of relinquishing the worst of the strain. “C'mon Daisy.” Treymane murmured in Dayna's ear moments after she'd used the Bear Hug to drive her adversary into a precariously high stack of chairs. “You're the big, bad boss bitch, you should be able to put me down Hug to Hug, shouldn't—”
'You' was on Veronica's lips when she felt Dayna's right knee graze across her left thigh with malicious intent. Clocking the Low Blow at the last possible second, Treymane twisted her hips and got her left leg up to take the brunette's knee with her thigh. It wasn't a painless deflection by any means, indeed the Gorgeous Gangster yelped aloud before she managed to catch her balance.
“What's the matter, pencil skirt?” 'Ronnie redoubled her efforts with the Bear Hug and made Ezra pay for the treachery with a few rough shakes. “Those Peloton arms of yours not strong enough to match miNGH! NGH! NGH! HHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Treymane would've swore she heard that damned phone clatter to the floor after she bashed Erza with that Kneelift, so the blonde was understandably furious when Dayna raised it high overhead just to pound her forehead no less than half a dozen times! The iron band around her ribs loosened somewhat but Erza wouldn't settle for anything less than total freedom so she pressed the mouthpiece end against Treymane's right eye and grrrrrrrrroooooonnnnd it back and forth to earn another shriek of pain!
“Get it through that thick head of yours, drone.” Dayna continued to gouge with her molded plastic pestle against the blonde's eye socket while she reached around with her free hand to worry Veronica's shirttails out of her skirt. “I don't take orders from anyone, let alone a wage slave like you. I only make orders and I expect them to be followed to the letter.” She tugged 'Ronnie's shirt loose and reached beneath the skirt to catch hold of the lyrcra waistband she'd expected to find. “So when I say 'scream', it better be like a little BITCHWHOOAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!”
The phone blotting out one eye understandably occupied a lot of Treymane's attention, yet not so much that she didn't realize Erza was about to unleash an eye-watering wedgie. Much as she would've loved to make the Executrix bow down in a wedgie war, Veronica knew there was a more effective tactic available so she rose up on tiptoe as soon as Erza started to yank! This adjustment didn't even take the edge off, it did however hoist Dayna off her feet just high enough to make it hurt like hell when she went to one knee in an Inverted Atomic Drop!
The receiver finally slipped from Erza's grasp and her usually sturdy legs turned to water in the wake of the nauseating blow. Give her credit, she tried to wriggle clear of the Gorgeous Gangster's Grip, but Treymane just 'hupped' the woozy brunette up over one shoulder like a sack of laundry before she headed for the door.
“Out of the way, Merle.” she told the ref who had already cleared off by a wide margin. “I've got a corporate shark that needs gutting.”
Emerging from the dim confines of the storeroom, 'Ronnie found herself in the back left corner of the Executive Boardroom proper, a positively palatial space dominated by a massive table in the center and a floor to ceiling windows on the opposite wall that offered an impressive view of the Orlando skyline.
Looking around for a place to deposit her burden, Treymane noted a small break area featuring an elegant water cooler that probably cost more than her first couple cars. “Kicking your ass has made me a bit parched, Daisy.” the blonde admitted as she started in that direction. “How about a drink before we finish this unpleasantnesSSSRRRGGHHH!”
'Ronnie had thwarted Erza's first wedgie with the Atomic Drop yet thwarted and dissuaded were hardly the same thing and now the blonde paid for this lapse as Dayna snatched a double handful of pinstriped trunks and yaaaaaaaaaaaaanked them to the center of her attacker's back! “Slacking off on the job, Treymane?” Erza sneered as she tried to saw her fellow former World Champion in half, “I should dock your wages for such unmitigated lazineSSRRGGHH!”
Treymane didn't give up a hand to deal with the trunk torture, rather she knotted her mitts below the brunette's backside and sprinted toward the wall just beside the water cooler! Shooting up on tiptoe at the last instant, she drove forward and down to smash the Executrix against the wall with a resounding THUD!
No smashing through this time, but there was no question about the force of impact considering how the water cooler wobbled perilously on its base only to settle down after a timely assist from the official. Blessedly unaware of the averted flood, Veronica got to her feet and quickly undid a few buttons on her blouse before tearing it away to reveal her usual pinstripe bustier top beneath. The skirt went next and she was in the midst of undoing the wedgie when she got another glimpse of the water cooler.
“Well...since we're here.” Treymane stepped over, helped herself to one of the little paper cones and filled it with ice cold water she downed in a single swallow. Tossing the cone in a discreet little trash can after she'd helped herself to a refill, 'Ronnie grabbed a second, filled it up and held it out to her seated nemesis. “Drink up, boss lady.” she ordered. “Don't want to hear you claiming dehydration after I beat that as—”
Erza reached out a hand and swatted most of the offering onto Treymane's knees. “As if...” she rasped. “As if I'd drink from a trough with the rest of the cattAAAAAIIIEEEEEEE YOU GAUCHE BITCH!”
Veronica didn't much appreciate having a gift swatted aside but instead of simply swatting Dayna in return the Magnificent Moll wrapped both arms around the huge jug on top of the water cooler and wrenched it up and to the side to drench the Boardroom Baroness in a heavy, albeit highly localized deluge!
Scrambling away from the icy torrent like it was acid instead of water, a fuming Erza rose to her feet a short distance away and roared, “I'LL TEAR YOU APART FOR THAT DISRESPOOOFFFHH!” The jug was considerably lighter now but it still had plenty of heft to it when shifted her grip and WHUMPED the top into Dayna's midsection!
Erza huffed and crumpled to one knee so Treymane dropped her weapon without a thought and grabbed Dayna's head in both hands so she could draw it beneath her right arm. Just like that she threaded her hands under the brunette's biceps and—“GGAAAAAAAAAAAHHH FUCKER!”
'Ronnie's shrieks echoed off the boardroom walls when Erza twisted her head and chomped down on the blonde's torso! With the Double Underhook not yet secured, Dayna dropped to one knee and grabbed hold of Treymane's skirt just to rip it down to her foe's knees! Embarrassing sure, but it also impeded the other Destroyer's movement, as Veronica realized when the Headhunter grabbed hold of her calves and swept both legs out from under! The Dangerous Dame went down like a felled tree, the back of her head hitting the carpeted floor with a low, ugly THUNK!
As for Dayna, she slowly got to her feet where she took a moment to catch her breath and smooth back her hair. Once that was done she took stock of her soaked skirt, blouse, and jacket and quickly doffed them one after the other to leave her sporting that sleek black and gold two-piece she'd favored as of late. “You have done your best to defile this place, little gangster.” Erza growled to the prone blonde as she picked up the half empty water jug. “But you will fail, as you have failed at all other attempts at greatness because you are far too in love with mediocrity and self delusion. Perhaps though... perhaps if I humiliate you to a degree heretofore deemed impossible... perhaps I can wash away the worst of your foolish tendencies.”
On that threatening note she raised the jug high overhead, then dropped to her knees to THAWHUMP the rounded top into Treymane's midsection! 'Ronnie 'oooffffhed' and sat up, so Erza reared back and BWONKED her forehead with a second hammering blow that knocked the American flat! The pair of concussive collisions left Treymane sprawled in a woozy starfish, but the Executrix didn't consider a pin. Instead she raised the jug one more time only now she flipped it over and dumped the rest of the contents onto her prey with a deep GLOG-GLOG-GLOG![/b]
'Ronnie sputtered and rolled over onto her stomach en route to all fours, alas that was as far as she made it before Dayna circled around and welcomed her into a Standing Headscissors. A Waistlock would've been most appropriate for what the Boardroom Baroness had in mind, so of course she hooked her fingers into the leg-holes of the blonde's distended briefs and inflicted a wedgie strong enough to flip Treymane ass over teakettle! Erza dropped to a seat at once, the Piledriver THWHONKING the crown of Veronica's skull against the sodden floor.
Stretched in a defenseless starfish once more, Veronica's low groan grew to a keening, high-pitched whine when Dayna swung a leg over and climbed aboard, the brunette Destroyer treating herself to a greedy Reverse Face Sit! Pressing her hands to the blonde's gulping tummy, Erza braced the soles of her feet against the sides of Treymane's skull and waggled her hips ever so slightly while Merle dove down beside the action to count...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Dayna hissed in anger and dismay when the Pinstripe Powerhouse inflicted her own wedgie to force Erza out of her mount with half a whisper to spare!
Veronica's defiant wedgie drew an enraged snarl from Dayna, who staggered forward from the force of the yank, her rear-end slipping from Treymane’s face just before the decisive count. The Boardroom Baroness lurched to her feet and shot a look of absolute fury at Merle, who defensively raised his hands to show he was just following the rules.
“You... insubordinate tramp!” Dayna seethed, brushing her damp hair out of her face as she stared down at her opponent. “I will make sure this humiliation is written into your severance papers.”
But 'Ronnie, still dazed from the Piledriver, had more fight left than Dayna realized. As the brunette stalked toward her, Treymane delivered a swift kick to the shin, causing Dayna to stumble. “I’m not done... with you... yet, Boss Lady.” Veronica rasped, trying to pull herself upright.
Dayna hobbled backward, glaring at the scrappy blonde. “Fine then. I’ll show you what happens when you don’t know when to stay down.” She lunged toward Veronica, looking to bring her back down, but Treymane was ready. Summoning all her strength, she caught Dayna by the waist and with a sudden surge, slammed her into the conference room table with a spine-rattling THUD!
Dayna gasped as her back arched in agony, her body draped awkwardly across the edge of the massive table. Veronica was quick to follow up, limping but determined, as she grabbed the Boardroom Baroness by the hair and slammed her head onto the polished wood surface.
BAM!
“Still think you’re calling the shots?” Veronica snarled, pulling her rival up by the scruff of her sleek black-and-gold top before shoving her onto the table. “You want to talk about orders? Let’s see how well you can follow one of mine. Stay down!”
Veronica climbed up onto the table herself, the polished wood groaning under her weight as she stalked the prone Dayna. Grabbing her by the hair again, Veronica pulled Erza to a seated position, then moved 'round behind and looped an arm around the brunette's head in a Sleeper! “Night-night, Daisy,” Treymane whispered venomously into Dayna’s ear as she tightened the choke.
Dayna flailed, kicking her legs and clawing at the blonde's arms in desperation. Her usually pristine ring attire soaked through with water and sweat, her always composed demeanor now a distant memory as she struggled to free herself. But Veronica had the Sleeper locked in tight, and the more Dayna struggled, the tighter Treymane’s grip became.
Desperate, Dayna groped blindly for anything within reach, her hand finally landing on a hefty crystal paperweight near the center of the table. With the last of her strength, she swung it backward, catching Veronica on the temple with a sickening THUNK!
Treymane grunted in pain, her grip immediately slackening as she toppled off the table, clutching the side of her head. Dayna, gasping for air, slumped over the table, her chest heaving as she fought to regain her breath.
Both women were battered and exhausted, but neither was willing to give an inch. Erza slowly rolled off the table, her body aching from the brutal exchange. As she staggered to her feet, she locked eyes with Treymane, who was struggling to pull herself upright using the edge of the table for support.
“You’re going to regret that.” Dayna growled, tossing the paperweight aside. “I am the boss, Treymane, and it’s time I gave you the severance package you deserve.”
With renewed fury, Dayna charged at Veronica once more, looking to finish what she started. But Veronica, ever the street-smart brawler, sidestepped at the last second, sending Dayna crashing headfirst into one of the executive chairs!
Veronica shook off the lingering effects of the blow to her temple, her gaze zeroing in on Dayna, who was pulling herself upright near the overturned executive chair. The tension in the room was palpable, both women battered but unwilling to concede. Summoning her remaining strength, Veronica decided to take the offensive.
"Time to clock out, Boss Lady," she muttered, breaking into a sprint toward Dayna with every intention of plowing her back down to the floor.
But Dayna's eyes flickered with a knowing spark. As Veronica closed the distance, Dayna planted her feet firmly and dipped slightly. Using Veronica's own momentum against her, Dayna deftly hoisted the charging blonde upward. In one fluid motion, she popped Veronica into the air and delivered a crushing European Uppercut as Treymane descended.
POP-UP EUROPEAN UPPERCUT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPBXmmnu74Q
The impact was brutal! Dayna's forearm caught Veronica square under the chin, the force of the blow snapping Treymane's head back and sending her tumbling onto the polished boardroom table. Papers and office supplies scattered in all directions as Veronica landed hard, the table shaking under the force.
Veronica clutched her jaw after the impact of Dayna's devastating counter. The shot had caught her off guard, leaving her momentarily dazed. Sensing an opportunity, Dayna wasted no time. She moved swiftly behind the disoriented blonde and slipped her right arm around Veronica's neck while threading her left arm under Treymane's left arm, locking in a tight cobra clutch.
COBRA CLUTCH @ 1:49
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJdKoLDWM-w
"You're out of your depth, Treymane." Dayna hissed, pulling Veronica back and forth to intensify the hold. "Now you'll finally learn why I'm the one in charge."
'Ronnie's eyes widened as she felt the pressure constricting her airway and the circulation to her head slowing. She clawed at Dayna's encircling arm, trying to pry herself free, but the Executrix had the hold cinched in perfectly.
Merle moved closer, concern etched on his face. "Veronica, do you submit?"
Gritting her teeth, Treymane shook her head defiantly. "Not... a chance," she gasped, her voice strained.
Feeling Veronica's resistance waning, Dayna smirked. "Just let go, and this will all be over."
But the Gorgeous Gangster wasn't done yet. Using her ring awareness, she stomped hard on Dayna's foot. The sudden jolt caused Dayna to loosen her grip just enough for Veronica to twist her body and slip out of the hold. Free but still weakened, Treymane stumbled forward, sucking in deep breaths.
Frustrated, Dayna pursued her, reaching out to grab Veronica's shoulder. Treymane reacted instinctively, spinning around to deliver a sharp elbow to Dayna's jaw. The impact sent the brunette reeling backward.
"Guess you forgot, Daisy—I don't play by your rules," Veronica spat, regaining some of her composure.
Dayna's eyes flashed with anger. "You'll regret that insolence!" She lunged forward, attempting a Clothesline. Veronica ducked under the outstretched arm, running past Dayna toward the large conference table.
Thinking quickly, Veronica hopped onto the table, turning to face Dayna from the elevated position. "Come on up, boss lady. Let's see how you do at the top of the corporate mountain."
Not one to back down, Dayna climbed onto the table, both women now facing each other atop the massive wooden surface. They circled cautiously, the tension palpable.
Dayna struck first, aiming a swift kick at Veronica's midsection. Treymane sidestepped, responding with a snap kick to Dayna's thigh. The Executrix winced but quickly retaliated with a forearm smash that connected with Veronica's shoulder.
The two exchanged blows, neither gaining a clear advantage until Dayna feinted a punch and caught Veronica with a knee to the gut. As Treymane doubled over, Dayna hooked her arm around Veronica's neck, setting up for a DDT onto the hard table surface.
"Time to put you out of commission," Dayna declared.
But Veronica fought back, wrapping her arms around Dayna's waist and lifting her off the table in a display of strength. She drove forward, causing both women to tumble off the table and crash onto the floor amidst scattered papers and office supplies.
They landed side by side, both momentarily stunned from the fall. The disembodied 'Mania audience watched the boardroom with bated breath, all of them captivated by the intense back-and-forth.
Slowly, Veronica crawled toward a nearby chair, using it to pull herself up. Dayna did the same on the opposite side, her eyes never leaving her opponent.
"You're persistent, I'll give you that." Dayna admitted grudgingly.
"Comes with the territory." Veronica replied, wiping a trickle of sweat from her brow.
They approached each other once more. This time, Dayna went low, shooting for Veronica's legs. She managed to grab hold of Treymane's left leg, pulling it out from under her and causing the blonde to fall backward.
Acting quickly, Dayna twisted Veronica's leg into an Ankle Lock, applying pressure to the joint. "Let's see how well you fight when you can't stand," she taunted.
Veronica grimaced, pain shooting up her leg. She clawed at the carpet, trying to find something to leverage herself with. Spotting the overturned water cooler nearby, she reached out and grabbed the empty jug.
With a desperate swing, she brought the jug down toward Dayna. The Executrix saw it coming and released the hold just in time, stepping back to avoid the makeshift weapon.
Using the brief respite, Veronica scrambled to her feet, though she favored her injured ankle. "You're not the only one who can get creative." she said, tossing the jug aside.
Dayna narrowed her eyes. "Resourcefulness won't save you."
"Maybe not, but this might!" Veronica surged forward, ignoring the pain in her ankle, and caught Dayna with a surprise Lou Thesz press, tackling her to the ground. She followed up with a flurry of punches, each one landing with precision.
Dayna covered up, managing to block some of the blows before bucking her hips to dislodge Veronica. The two rolled apart and quickly regained their footing.
Deciding to up the stakes, Dayna glanced at the large glass window that offered a view of the city skyline. A daring idea formed in her mind. "Care for a change of scenery?" she asked slyly.
Before Veronica could respond, Dayna charged and grabbed her by the arm, whipping her toward the window. Treymane collided with the glass, but it held firm. The impact rattled her, and Dayna was quick to capitalize, pressing Veronica against the window.
"You've met your match," Dayna whispered, applying pressure.
Veronica gritted her teeth. "Not... yet." She drove an elbow backward into Dayna's ribs, causing the brunette to step back. Spinning around, Veronica grabbed Dayna and swapped positions, pinning her against the glass.
"How's the view?" Veronica quipped before delivering a series of knees into Dayna's back.
Veronica held Dayna firmly against the glass, each knee strike eliciting a sharp gasp from the Boardroom Baroness. The cityscape served as a dramatic backdrop to their fierce struggle, the twinkling lights contrasting with the intense battle inside.
"Enjoying the scenery?" Veronica taunted, pressing Dayna harder against the glass. She pulled back for another knee strike, but Dayna seized the moment. Bracing herself, Dayna threw her elbow backward, catching Veronica in the side. The unexpected blow caused Treymane to falter, and Dayna used the opportunity to spin around and face her adversary.
Dayna didn't waste a second after delivering the elbow to Veronica's side. Seizing the moment, she dropped low and executed a swift Double Leg Takedown, pulling Treymane's legs out from under her. Veronica hit the floor hard, the wind momentarily knocked out of her. Sensing the tide turning in her favor, Dayna gripped both of Veronica's ankles.
"Time for a little spin, don't you think?" Dayna smirked.
With surprising strength, Dayna began to rotate, lifting Veronica off the ground in a dizzying Giant Swing. Around and around they went, the room becoming a blur for Treymane as she tried to regain her bearings. After several rotations, Dayna released her grip, sending Veronica sliding across the boardroom floor to collide with the base of the conference table.
Veronica groaned, trying to shake off the disorientation. But Dayna was relentless. Before Treymane could rise, Dayna was upon her, grabbing one of her legs and pulling her away from the table's refuge.
"Remember this?" Dayna taunted as she deftly intertwined their limbs, threading Veronica's captured leg over her own and trapping one of Treymane's arms as she flipped her onto her belly. She locked in the Hostile Takeover—her devastating variation of the Texas Cloverleaf with an arm-trap.
HOSTILE TAKEOVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PftA8DWHJ7M
Veronica's eyes widened in alarm as pain shot through her lower back and trapped arm. The memories of their first encounter, where she had been forced to tap out to this very move, flooded back. Gritting her teeth, she fought the urge to submit.
"Ready to admit defeat?" Dayna pressed, increasing the torque on the hold. "There's no escape this time."
Desperate, Veronica scanned her surroundings for anything that could aid her. Her fingers brushed against something smooth and slender—the pen that had rolled off the table earlier. Clutching it tightly, she made a split-second decision.
"Not... today!" Veronica shouted.
With a swift motion, she twisted her upper body as much as the hold allowed and jabbed the pen backward, aiming for Dayna's knee. The sharp point made contact with Dayna's skin, causing her to yelp and instinctively release the hold.
Freed from the painful submission, Veronica scrambled away, her eyes darting around for anything she could use to shift the momentum. Her gaze settled on a small box labeled "Thumbtacks" that sat atop a nearby desk cluttered with office supplies. An idea sparked. Grabbing the box, she flung it across the floor, the tiny metal points scattering in a gleaming arc. The thumbtacks spread out, creating a perilous minefield between her and Dayna.
Tossing the box aside when it was empty, the Magnificent Moll took a couple steps back and raised both hands to beckon her adversary forward. “C'mon Boss Daisy.” she huffed. “You're so eager to teach me a lesson? Let's see how far you'll go to do it.”
Erza regarded the glittering gauntlet with obvious disgust, though she made no motion to cross it in her almost bare feet. “You merely prolong the inevitable, Treymane.” Dayna began to stalk back and forth, the towering brunette looking very much like a predator testing a fence for weaknesses. “Your end WILL come in this very room. And if I should have to replace the carpets because you spilled too much blood... well, that's just another expense I can take out of your loser's purs—”
“You're the only loser in this room.” Treymane interrupted with a certainty that set Erza's teeth on edge. “So tuff and so confident until someone finally steps up to punch you in the mouth, then you're nothing but excuses and dela—HHRRGH!”
Dayna reached the left end of the dangerous thumbtack spray and while she could've walked a few more steps to ensure a totally safe passage, no one was really surprised when she sprang over the trap to sweep her adversary into a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up! The force of impact sent Treymane stumbling backwards, the absentee audience gasping like a thousands strong Greek Chorus when the blonde's heels came within inches of the opposite end of those modern day caltrops! Dayna knew she was close and pushed forward as hard as she could only to hiss in incredulous fury when 'Ronnie squared her shoulders and marched the Executrix back a few steps.
Already angry, Erza grew downright apoplectic when Treymane shifted a hand from the brunette's shoulders to her cheeks, the blonde smooshing them together in a galling fish face! “I'm gonna put you deep in those tacks, Daisy.” Veronica whispered to the wriggling Destroyer. “And everyone but you is gonna cheer their asses off when I doNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!”
Treymane might've been winning the battle up top so Erza shifted focus and THUMPED a single hateful Kneelift in her opponent's crotch! Ripping the poseur's hand away even as her knees almost buckled, Erza wrapped a steely hand around Veronica's throat, slung the American's near arm across her shoulder, then grabbed a massive handful of waistband and inflicted a vengeful wedgie of her own! Those hooks in conjunction with the Low Blow allowed Erza to march her prey over to the edge of the center of the thumbtack crescent, much to the horrified concern of the FAWNatics.
“I hope you enjoyed every moment of relevance up to this point, Treymane.” Dayna cooed. “Because from here on out you're going to be nothing more than the bitch who cried in the thumbtacks at 'Mania!”
Without another word she dipped her knees and tore Veronica into the air for a disgusting Choke Slam atop the ta—NO!The Dangerous Dame drilled her right elbow into the side of Erza's head just before she reached the zenith and that well-timed strike was enough to let her float free of the Goozle without touching a single tack!
Catching hold of Dayna's hair the instant she'd touched down, 'Ronnie yanked-spun the former World Champion around into a Standing Headscissors that had Erza's backside pointed toward the tacks! Lest anyone be confused about Treymane's plans, she made them crystal clear when she wrapped both arms around the Boardroom Baroness' waist and flipped her up onto her shoulders in the stall position for a Powerbo—NO!
Erza unleashed a wild flurry of punches to the blonde's forehead that ultimately allowed her to return to the floor as of yet unscathed. Dazed though she was, Treymane never lost track of her rival and she let loose with a looping Haymaker that would've changed the course of the battle if Erza hadn't ducked it with half a second to spare! Breaking into a sprint the instant she evaded the punch, Dayna slammed on the brakes just to rush back the way she'd came. Dropping a shoulder as Treymane turned to find her, the Executrix launched off her back foot and—THWHACK!
Veronica intercepted the Spear with a perfectly-timed kick to the bridge of the brunette's nose! Dayna crumpled to all fours but didn't stay there long as 'Ronnie returned to the hair-hold and reeled her into another Standing Headscissors! Another Waistlock and another hoist put Erza up on Treymane's shoulders, only this time there was no miraculous escape, only woozy confusion as the Pinstripe Powerhouse twisted around and Powerbombed her onto the be-tacked stretch of carpet with a malicious THAWHUMP-THUD!
“AAAIIIIEEEEEE AAAARRRRHHH FAAAAAAHHHHK!” Dayna's shrieks filled the boardroom just as the FAWNatics watching from afar filled the Arena and the respective living rooms and sports bars with a flood of sympathetic anguish as the Executrix shot to verticality faster than anyone who'd just absorbed a 'Ronnie Treymane Powerbomb should've been capable. Temporarily unaware of anything save the dozens of pinpricks needling her skin, Erza stumbled backward while wildly brushing her arms shoulders and midsection only to step on a few more thumbtacks in the process!
As for Dangerous Dame, she'd backed up several steps as she kept a close eye on the brunette's progress. Delighted to find that Erza's landing had cleared a pretty big patch of tacks, Treymane glanced between floor and foe a couple more times before she crouched down and rushed forward, Veronica using every bit of space between to build up a ferocious head of steam so she could leap over the rest of the tacks and THWHUMP her right arm across Dayna's collarbone with a huge Lariat! Erza got turned inside out by the pitiless strike as both Destroyers were blown free of the glittering minefield and deposited on the carpet in the shadow of the Boardroom's massive table.
Pushing to her haunches beside the gasping battler, Treymane was in perfect position to go for a cover but instead she grabbed a mean handful of Dayna's hair and hauled her upright only to double her over with a Kneelift to the gut. Bracing the nape of Erza's neck against the trim plane of her abdomen, Treymane slipped her hands under the brunette's biceps, then locked them between her shoulders to secure a Double Underhook of sorts. Dayna waggled her arms and sort of minced back and forth, possibly trying to free herself of more tacks, but whatever the stratagem it didn't stop Treymane from swinging to the right only to snap to the left, the former World Champion throwing enough momentum behind the shift to throw both ladies into a smooth barrel roll that THWHUNKED Dayna's forehead against the carpeted floor!
DAISY CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdI4GHjfPIM
Brutally clipped by the Daisy Cutter, Erza shuddered from end to end and would've rolled over onto her back if Treymane hadn't maintained the Double Underhook and used it to drag the bedraggled Baroness back to her feet. “You really deserve some more time in those thumbtacks, Boss Lady.” the Gorgeous Gangster huffed as she forced the other wrestler's head beneath her right arm. “But something tells me you'd rather tap out to office supplies than yours truly and I'm not about to give you that choice.”
“Yuuuuuuhhhh... you don't dictate terms here, pretender.” Dayna grunted as she fought to clear her head of the pounding ache. “You're destined to be my subordinate no matter the areWHOOAAARRRRGGGHHHH!” Treymane yanked the Executrix off her feet again, but this time she twisted under her airborne burden and laid out on her back to THWHUMP Erza onto the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a trip to Gangster's Paradise!
GANGSTER'S PARADISE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jg-2D9WKMpQ
Erza bounced on impact and tumbled to one side, the former World Champion still working to keep a shoulder off the mat in the wake of those two thunderous head drops. To her credit it did work, albeit only temporarily as Veronica wasted little time pulling her onto her back. Merle moved in thinking a cover was inevitable only to step back with some surprise when 'Ronnie hooked on at trunks and tresses to drag the brunette back to her feet.
“Table's ready, Daisy.” Treymane made no effort to hide the massive wedgie she inflicted on Dayna's black briefs in muscling her up into a face-down sprawl on the Boardroom table. Veronica hopped up into a seat beside her rival but didn't move to fully engage, at least not yet. First she drew up her right knee, hooked both thumbs into the top of her stocking and peeled it off her leg in a single smooth motion. “Ahhhh, that's better.” the Gorgeous Gangster slid all the way back onto the table, then climbed over so she was seated by the brunette's left hip. From there she seized hold of Erza's left wrist and stuffed it between her thighs to lock that arm in a snug Scissors. In the same breath she threaded her left arm beneath Dayna's right bicep to wrench that arm back at an awkward angle, but instead of securing the S-grip snug against the side of her prey's chin to complete the Noirevoir, she pulled the shorn stocking as tight as she could and wrapped it around Dayna's head not once, but twice, the icy-eyed blonde making sure her nylon garrote was drawn tight against Erza's mouth. Only then did she gather her reserves and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaank back on the hellish hold!
NOIREVOIR @ 00:18
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gx-wML1K1UU
“HHRRRGGHH! GAARRRRRHHHHHHHHGGGGHHHHHHH!” Dayna flailed to life as she was wrenched back and twisted sharply, the Executrix's long legs flailing and banging on the mellowly-gleaming table!
Crouching down at the edge of the table so he was almost eye-level with the action, Merle asked, “What do you say, Dayna? Need me to call for the bell?” “NHO!” Erza's words were muffled by the improvised bridle, though she shook her head emphatically enough. “NHO, AYE DHON'D GHIV TOO THISS TRASHEEERRRGGGHHHHHHHHH!”
Veronica crossed her wrists left over right and puuuuuuuullllllllled that much harder! “I'd watch my mouth if I were you, Daisy.” Treymane's whole body thrummed like a high tension wire as she poured the hurt into Erza's neck and shoulders. “Unless you really like the taste of these stockings, then by all means, keep up the shit tal—”
“SHUD YOR MOUFF!” Dayna's legs were still bicycling furiously, though she remained stubbornly glued to the same spot. “AYE DHOND AVE TOO LIZZEN TOO TRASHUH LAIG YOO AAARRRRHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHPH!”
Veronica had been using the stocking as a bridle, now she loosened it just enough to become a blindfold, the Gorgeous Gangster drawing it up and yanking it tight across Dayna's eyes! “What was that, Daisy?” Treymane worked the stocking back and forth, aggressively scrubbing the taut material against her foe's eyelids. “You got something to say? Go ahead and say—”
“NOOOOOOOOOO!” Erza shook her head because she couldn't waggle a finger. “NO! I AM THE ONLY AUTHORITY! WHAT I SAY GOOOOOAAAAAARRRHHH NOOOOOOOO!”
Veronica transferred both ends of the stocking to her left hand to free up her right for some white-knuckle pinching of Executrix assets! “I'm sure it does, Daisy.” 'Ronnie worked her grip beneath the slick lycra to do inflict even more hurt. “That's why I'm sure the ref will call for the bell once you—”
“YIELD!” Dayna shouted at the top of her lungs. “I YIELD, DAMN YOU!”
That was enough for Merle who did in fact call for the bell, but Treymane only shook her head 'no' and pulled that much harder. “Screw that 'yield' crap, Daisy.” she muttered. “You submit. Say it! Say it or I'll sit on your fa—”
“NEVER!” Erza wailed. “I CEDED THE MATCH, RELEASE ME AT ONCE YOU NNGGGHH!”
Veronica tossed the stocking away, grabbed a double handful of hair and drove the brunette's forehead into the table with a heavy THWHUNK!
Two more ended the worst of the twitching and Treymane finally released the Noirevoir as the Announcer chimed in over the intercom to confirm, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission... VERONICA TREYMANE!”
The cheers came along with the proclamation, but the Gorgeous Gangster didn't raise a hand. Instead she hooked a Half Nelson and shoveled Erza onto her back. There was some noticeable tinks along with the usual 'smeck' of a body turning over and Veronica cringed when she realized it was the tacks lodged in her foe's back. But the grimace shifted to a smile when the Magnificent Moll swung a leg over and settled in, Treymane resting the full weight of her glorious, blessedly tack-free glutes atop Erza's forehead!
“Mmmmmpppphhhhh....mmmmmmhhhhhhhh!”
'Ronnie smiled, bit her bottom lip and braced the soles of her feet against Dayna's head to prevent her from turning away from the Reverse Face Sit. “Still feel like the boss, Daisy?” the blonde laid her hands atop Erza's tummy and pressed down to dig in with her fingers. “Still feel like an authority?”
“MMMRRRPPPPPHHHHHH!” Erza squealed against the stifling encroachment of the winner's pinstripe prison. “GHEDDHOFFAMEEEYOUBIDGE! AYEDHONAFF-TOOTAGEDISFROMOOOOHHHHYOOOOSLUUUUUD!”
Veronica reached back with her left hand and grabbed the edge of the table, the blonde using it as a kickstand of sorts as she began sweeping back and forth across Dayna's protesting features. “What's wrong, don't like your new cell?” Treymane ruffled her hair with her free hand, the usually reserved Destroyer treating herself to a catty indulgence at her rival's expense. “That hurts my feelings, Daisy. I picked this one out just for you. Figured such a notorious bad-ass would really appreciate the view!” she punctuated this with waggled hips and a prolonged clench of those crushing buns.
“GHEDOFF! GHEDOFF! GHEDOFF!” Erza's heels drummed out an arrhythmic beat while her thudding buns provided a much heavier bass line. “CAHND BREEF! GHEDYOORFHADAZZOFFAMYMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHH!”
The Dangerous Dame leaned forward and secured a white-knuckle claw to the center of her opponent's briefs! “That's lights out, Daisy.” Veronica huffed. “Better quiet down or it'll get real unpleasant.”
“SUHBMID!” Dayna abandoned her pushing so she could swat frantically at the blonde's suffocating glutes. “AYESUHBMID!”
Treymane nodded sagely, though she paid no attention to the increasingly wheezy exhalations. “No time off for good behavior in this joint, Boss Lady.” Veronica murmured as Dayna went through a short burst of furious energy before she finally settled down and faded out, the Executrix leaving the conscious world behind for a pleasant sojourn in the land of Nod.
Allowing herself a sigh of relief as Erza mercifully succumbed to sleep, Treymane straightened up and put her hands on her knees. “Boardroom's yours, Daisy.” she murmured to Dayna. “I don't want it and you'd run it better than I ever could. The ring though. That belongs to me and if you ever forget it,” she reached down and swatted the brunette's insensate tummy, “I'll be more than happy to lock you in Solitary again.”
No answer from Dayna, just the delighted rumble of the distant FAWNatics as the shot faded into a package of Sanders vs. Braddock highlights.
As the elevator began its ascent the Announcer explained, “The following contest is a Boardroom Battle scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Tel Aviv, Israel, she stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-seven pounds. She is The Executrix, DAYNA ERZA!"
DAYNA ERZA:
The elevator door tinged open in time with the former World Champion's name and the camera shot out into an elegant, well-appointed hallway just in time to see an unmistakable figure emerge from a door at the far end. For tonight's decisive engagement with a most irksome adversary, the Corporate Headhunter wore a sleek black pencil skirt, charcoal gray blouse and a short, snug blazer that matched her skirt. Surveying her surroundings with obvious satisfaction, Dayna's mood darkened considerably when Merle the referee emerged from what was probably a copy room to run through last minute checks and details.
“And her opponent, hailing from Bridgeport California she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Pinstripe Powerhouse, the Neo-Noir Knockout, the Magnificent Moll, this is VERONICA TREYMANE!”
VERONICA TREYMANE:
The elevator tinged again and the camera swooped around heartbeats before the doors swung open and the Dangerous Dame stepped into view. Like her opponent, 'Ronnie had elected office-wear in the forms of a smart gray pinstripe skirt and a simple white long-sleeved blouse. There might've been a jacket there too, but for the moment it was hidden by the presence of the blonde's signature trench-coat. No Thompson tonight though, Bethany had been very firm on that particular detail.
The distance between the elevator and the FAWN boardroom was far greater than that between two ring-posts, yet to Merle the wide, carpeted hallway still felt far too narrow and cramped when bookended by the Executrix and the Magnificent Moll. His thoughts were interrupted when Dayna called out, “Congratulations on making it this far, you odious little pretender.”
She stepped out of her low, sensible heels and brushed them aside with one stocking-clad foot before removing her earrings, which she handed to the official with an 'I'm watching you' sort of glare. “But I'm afraid the executive elevator is the greatest glory you'll ever attain. When you leave these hallowed halls you'll do so via the service elevator with only the rest of the day's trash to hide your shame.”
Taking a deep breath helped Veronica resist the urge to simply storm down the hall and put a mugging on the arrogant former World Champion. Rather than reply with words she shrugged out of the heavy trench-coat and hung it on a fashionably sensible rack not far from the elevator doors. Her shoes came next, the blonde tucking them in beneath the rack so she could collect them when all was said and done. Having foregone earrings as an unnecessary risk, the Gorgeous Gangster turned back to her rival and deftly undid the cuffs on her blouse so she could roll the sleeves up to just above her elbows.
“That's where you're wrong, Daisy.” she told the domineering brunette. “I'm gonna leave this place the exact same way I arrived. Well, maybe not exactly the same. I'll probably have a few fresh bumps and bruises, but I'll also have that pretty little skirt of yours clutched in one hand.”
Dayna's dark eyes narrowed and she took a menacing step forward. “Over my dead body, bitch.” she warned.
“Oh, I'm not gonna kill you.” Treymane countered. “I'm just gonna drag your face along every inch of this conformity factory before I sit on it to put you out of your misery.”
Merle took a giant step away from the Boardroom Baroness, he had no interest in being too close after she absorbed such a tawdry threat. But instead of seething, Erza threw her head back and laughed, the sound of it reverberating off the elegant walls of the hallway. “Pretend words from a pretend threat.” she scoffed. Taking a few steps forward, the towering battler stretched her arms wide and demanded, “Come then, little gangster. You think you can stand against the best the world has to offer? Step up and prove your wor—”
'Ronnie went straight for her, the powerful blonde not quite running as she closed the distance on the Executrix. As for Dayna, she held her ground without flinching, indeed she demanded the Dangerous Dame pick up the pace with beckoning fingers and taunting words. Treymane was almost within lunging distance when Erza beat her to it, but rather than go for her opponent she pounced on poor Merle, who clearly wasn't as safe as he'd supposed. Clasping down on the poor dope's shoulders, she said, “Handle this, won't you?” and shoved him directly in front of the oncoming blonde!
Cursing at the unexpected distraction, Veronica caught hold of Merle's biceps to avoid a potentially calamitous collision. She was in the process of shunting him aside when Dayna rushed in and brought her right leg up, the brunette THWHAPPING her foe's chin with a Big Boot!
'Ronnie spun away and crumpled to one knee while the startled ref went stumbling through an open door and almost went ass-over-teakettle thanks to an awkwardly placed rolling chair. Back in the hall, Erza grabbed a double handful of the other Destroyer's long locks and used them to haul her upright only to yank her right back down, Dayna dropping to both knees to THAWHUMP the back of Treymane's skull against the carpeted floor!
“Barely a minute in and you're already down on the floor wailing in pain.” Dayna smirked Treymane's heels pattered out an erratic SOS. “All the reports suggest I should waste as little time as possible in dispensing with you as the stink of your perpetual mediocrity can only slow my return to the FAWN World Championship. But analytics and metrics can be so cold, so impersonal.”
Still holding onto her double handful of hair, Erza bounced 'Ronnie's head a few more times, then treated herself to some aggressive scrubbing before she halved the grip so she could tap the tip of the blonde's nose with an index finger.
“No, your encroachment on this domain is far too egregious to be dealt with swiftly. I'm going to make you suffer, Veronica Treymane. And when I'm done you won't even dare speak my name without lowering your eyeRGGHH!”
Veronica reached up and caught some hair of her own, the former World Champ yanking Dayna forward and down while she brought a knee up to THUMP against her forehead! “You arrogant piece of crap.” Treymane spun to one knee and halved her grip so she could mash Dayna's cheeks together in an insufferable fish-face. “You'll be lucky to say anything with your jaw wired shutHHRRRRGGGH!”
Erza wrapped a hand around the blonde's throat and began to squeeeeeeeeeeze while she flattened her other hand into a paddle and peppered 'Ronnie's cheeks with insufferable little slaps! Treymane wasn't about to endure such insolent treatment with any level of decorum so she clamped down on Dayna's face even tighter and wrapped a couple coils of the brunette's braid around her free hand so she could pull hard enough to wrench the taller woman's head back at an awkward angle.
While such brazen roughhousing would've earned immediate calls for a break within the confines of the squared circle, Merle knew damned well that such a warning would've been useless here in the Executive Wing. Still, silence didn't seem quite appropriate while his charges were trying to maim one another so the official cleared his throat and said, “Ok ladies, how about you break this up and get back to your—”
He was about to say 'feet' when the Pinstripe Powerhouse released her clamp on Erza's mug just long enough to ball that hand into a fist that she promptly smashed against the other wrestler's mouth! Two more identical punches followed and she would've shifted north to Erza's nose if the Headhunter hadn't abandoned her stranglehold to draaaaaaaag her fingers across Veronica's eyes!
Baring her teeth in a ferocious smile as Treymane squalled and swiped at her claw, Dayna repeated the process a few more times and would've kept at it if the Gorgeous Gangster hadn't snatched that wrist in an iron grip. Hardly deterred from punishing the insolent poseur, Erza yanked her hair-hold from side to side, then took Treymane's nose between thumb and forefinger and twisted until she keened like a teakettle!
“On your feet, wage slave.” the brunette ordered as she stood up and used her catty grips to make Veronica do the same. “This intrusion on rarefied ground will not be tolerated.”
Whatever response Treymane might've mustered devolved into a breathy grunt when Erza pounded a quick Kneelift into the pit of her stomach! Unprepared for the skewering blow, Veronica doubled over and found herself corralled in a Front Facelock. Slinging the American's near arm across her shoulders, Dayna grabbed the waistband of Treymane's skirt just above her left hip and muscled her high into the air—NO!
The Magnificent Moll made it to about one o'clock and might have continued on (albeit with her heels brushing the ceiling) if she hadn't curled her right hand into a fist and pounded it into the brunette's left flank! “Feckless little toad!” Erza snapped after she'd returned her foe to the floor. “Resisting the inevitable will only steepen the consequenceRRRGGHHHH!” 'Ronnie raised her right foot and stamped down on Dayna's left, the blonde making certain to twist her ankle on impact to better punish the brunette's toes!
Dayna hissed and tried to disengage, but now it was Treymane bearing down, the Dangerous Dame turning the tables with a Front Facelock of her own. And where Erza had caught her foe's waistband in a search for leverage, Veronica grabbed a whole handful from hem to waistband to ensure there was no squirming loose when she hoisted Dayna up overhead and—Treymane pushed her burden back the way she'd came and stepped away, leaving Erza to plunge through a short free-fall that ended with her hitting the hallway floor with an unpleasant THWHUMP!
The Gourdbuster bounced Dayna up onto her knees, the former World Champ holding both arms across her midsection as she tried to draw a deep breath. “You got a real big mouth, Daisy. I'm not surprised, most suits do.” Veronica huffed as she got to her feet with the heel of one hand swiping at her stinging eyes. “Important question though. Is it big enough for me to fit both feet at the same time? Or just one? I'd like to find out.”
“Spppuuhhh... spare me such deviant inquiries.” Dayna grunted as she tried to catch her breath. “They have no place among the presence of truly worthwhile individuNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Treymane had backed off to put a little more distance between herself and the Boardroom Baroness, now she rushed forward and laid out backward while simultaneously flicking her right leg forward to THWHACK Dayna between the eyes with a Cement Shoe!
CEMENT SHOE:
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Erza went down, rolled to one side and sat up just to get drawn right back down when 'Ronnie snuggled in behind and dragged her into a Headscissors. Knowing full well that she could pull Dayna's hair all night and never draw a single warning, that's exactly what the blonde did while also attaining a bit of payback by pinching the brunette's nose as hard as she could! “You're really gonna call yourself worthwhile when I'm about to pop your head right off your shoulders? Treymane asked between constrictions. “I think it's time you realized your name's not on the corner office anymore, Daisy.”
HEADSCISSORS:
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Desperate to escape Veronica's punishing Headscissors, Erza twisted and rolled onto her belly, forcing the blonde to loosen her grip. With a surge of energy, Dayna folded one of Treymane's legs into a figure-four, tucking one ankle into the other knee pit before sitting on it, expertly trapping her opponent. Veronica hissed in pain, her fists pounding the carpet, but that wasn’t enough to stop Erza from taking it a step further.
Grabbing a handful of Treymane's hair, Dayna yanked her head up and tucked her fingers beneath Veronica’s chin, drawing her into a makeshift Camel Clutch hold. The sight was one to behold—the Executrix, sitting on her opponent like she was a spineless subordinate, dragging back on her neck and bending her spine into a cruel arch. The polished surface of a nearby boardroom table gleamed ominously under the office lights as Treymane squirmed beneath Dayna’s weight.
“Welcome to the grind, Veronica,” Dayna taunted, her fingers digging into Treymane's jaw as she forced her to endure the painful hold. “You don’t get to take shortcuts in my office.”
'Ronnie's eyes darted toward a nearby swivel chair, knocked aside during the chaos. Struggling against the pain, she reached out, fingertips grazing the wheel of the chair. With a final lunge, she gripped the leg of the chair and swung it backward as hard as she could! The heavy base cracked against Dayna’s back with a satisfying THUD, knocking Dayna off her back!
Both women scrambled to their feet, though Veronica was a half-step faster. Seeing a stapler within arm’s reach in a nearby office, the Gorgeous Gangster darted throught the open door, snatched it up and went straight for Dayna. The Executrix raised an arm just in time to block the incoming swing, the metal CLANG of the stapler hitting her wrist echoing through the office space.
“That all you got, office girl?” Treymane sneered, bringing the stapler up again, aiming for Erza's head. But Dayna, still reeling from the earlier hit, twisted away at the last second and shoved the stapler-wielding blonde into a row of file cabinets.
Veronica staggered back, one hand reaching to steady herself against the cabinet. That was all the time the brunette needed. Grabbing a heavy paperweight from a desk, she swung it in a vicious arc, aiming squarely for Treymane's midsection.
Veronica ducked just in time, the paperweight smashing into the file cabinet instead, sending papers flying.
Treymane surged forward with a burst of energy, throwing wild haymakers at Dayna’s head and body. Each punch landed with a satisfying THWACK, driving Dayna back toward a large executive desk. The brunette staggered, hands raised in a desperate attempt to fend off the relentless blows, but the Magnificent Moll would not be denied. One final Haymaker connected squarely with Dayna’s jaw, sending her reeling onto the desk, sprawling across the polished surface amidst scattered papers and pens.
With Dayna vulnerable, Veronica wasted no time. She grabbed the Executrix by her hair, and dragged her to her feet atop the desk. The blonde wrapped her arms around Dayna’s waist and trapped her head between her thighs, locking her in a Standing Headscissors. Veronica planted her feet wide, preparing to hoist Dayna into the air for a devastating Powerbomb from the elevated position.
“You wanted to see how we handle business in the streets?” Veronica growled, her fingers tightening their grip. “You’re about to get an up-close demonstration!”
But Dayna wasn’t finished yet.
As Treymane bent down to secure the Powerbomb, Dayna gritted her teeth and summoned the last of her strength. With a mighty surge, she straightened her back and lifted her opponent just enough to shift Veronica’s balance. In one smooth motion, Dayna grabbed hold of Treymane’s hips and heaved her overhead, countering the Powerbomb with a perfectly executed Back Body Drop!
Veronica’s eyes went wide as she was launched up and over. She crashed down onto the floor with a thunderous WHAM, the back of her head and shoulders slamming against the carpeted floor just in front of the desk. The impact sent shock waves through her body, leaving the Gorgeous Gangster dazed and gasping for breath. Dayna, still standing on top of the desk, took a moment to steady herself, her chest rising and falling heavily. She looked down at Veronica, who writhed on the ground in pain, clutching the back of her head. The Executrix smirked, the pain and exhaustion mixing with her fierce determination to show the blonde who truly ran the boardroom.
“You're not fit to work in my office, let alone take me down,” Dayna muttered, her voice low and filled with venom.
Erza, still perched atop the executive desk, nodded as she surveyed the damage she'd inflicted on Veronica. The sight of the Gorgeous Gangster struggling on the carpet below fueled her next move. Without hesitation, Dayna leaped off the desk, her elbow aimed directly at Treymane’s chest.
THWUMP!
The Executrix's elbow drove deep into Veronica’s sternum, the impact knocking the wind from her lungs! Treymane gasped, her body jolting from the blow as Dayna remained on top of her, soaking in the pained groan of her opponent.
Not the Dayna was satisfied, mind you. She wanted to leave a lasting mark, one that would remind Veronica of who ruled this boardroom long after the match was over. Her gaze shifted to the nearby desk where the stapler lay after their earlier tussle. Grabbing it with cold precision, Dayna stalked back toward her prone foe.
Veronica, still reeling from the Elbow Drop, tried to roll away, but Dayna was quick. Grabbing a fistful of the blonde’s hair, she yanked Veronica’s head back, exposing her face to the cruel glare of the overhead office lights. The brunette raised the stapler menacingly above her head.
“Let’s see if you can still talk your street-trash nonsense after this.” Dayna hissed.
With a sharp, vindictive motion, she brought the stapler down—THWACK!—the metal teeth sinking into the side of Veronica’s face just above her cheekbone! Treymane let out a sharp scream as the staple punched through her skin, leaving a small, brutal mark. Dayna grinned with satisfaction, her breath ragged as she savored her foe's agony.
“That’ll teach you to stay in your lane, little gangster,” Dayna growled before tossing the stapler aside, the clattering echoing loud in the office.
Veronica’s hand instinctively shot to her face, feeling the tiny metal intruder embedded in her skin as she writhed in a mixture of pain and fury.
Dayna, a wicked smile spreading across her face, stepped back slowly, eyes never leaving Veronica as the blonde began to stir. Her eyes gleaming with predatory intent, Erza backed up slowly, positioning herself for a devastating charge. Veronica, still recovering from the stapler assault, staggered to her feet, one hand pressed to her cheek, the pain radiating across her face.
“Let’s see how tough you are when I send you through this wall,” Dayna snarled as she backed up a few steps to create distance for her next move.
Dayna charged like a striking viper, her shoulder lowered, intent on driving Veronica straight through the false wall behind her. She roared as she closed the distance, preparing to land the knockout blow.
But just as Erza was about to make contact, Treymane's instincts kicked in. With a quick sidestep, she deftly dodged the oncoming freight train. Dayna’s eyes widened in shock as her shoulder connected not with Veronica, but with the flimsy wall
CRASH!
The force of Dayna's Spear obliterated the false wall, sending drywall and debris flying everywhere as she barreled through the partition and into the adjoining space! The impact was so sudden and violent that Dayna stumbled forward, completely off balance, her momentum carrying her into a stack of office chairs, sending them toppling over.
Veronica leaned against a nearby desk, breathing hard but with a triumphant grin spreading across her face. Dayna groaned, trapped in the wreckage of the broken wall, trying to pull herself free from the tangled mess of chairs and debris. Veronica, now with a window of opportunity, straightened up, her pain momentarily forgotten as she prepared to make Dayna pay for her overconfidence.
“You think you can run this office, Daisy?” 'Ronnie panted, stalking toward the stunned brunette. “Looks like you’ve got a few things to learn about dodging disasters.”
Seeing Dayna sprawled amidst the wreckage, the Pinstripe Powerhouse seized the moment to press her advantage. Her eyes quickly scanned the room, and a cold look crossed across her face when she spotted an old corded office phone on a nearby desk. Without a second thought, she snatched it up, yanking the coiled cord from the receiver and letting it dangle ominously in her hand.
“You really should upgrade, Dayna,” Veronica muttered as she strode toward the disoriented brunette, still tangled in the rubble. “No way I could pull this off with a cordless phone.”
Dazed from her collision with the wall, Erza groaned and tried to push herself up, but Veronica was already on her. With a quick motion, the blonde wrapped the phone cord around Dayna's neck and pulled it tight, wrenching it back like she was lassoing a prize steer.
“You really think you could put a staple in my face and just get away with it?” Veronica sneered, tightening the cord as Dayna's hands flew to her throat, frantically trying to pry it off. “No chance, Daisy. Bullshit like that comes with a HIGH cost.”
Dayna gagged, gasping for breath as Veronica leaned in, her grip on the cord relentless. The blonde yanked the plastic garrote even tighter, forcing Dayna to her knees in the midst of the debris.
“You should've kept this in the ring, Executrix.” Veronica taunted, leaning close to her opponent's ear. “Surrounded by underlings that can protect you when things go wrong. Out here? There's no one to save you.”
Dayna’s face reddened, her airways constricted by the tightly coiled cord, and her hands flailed in desperation. Veronica gave one final, savage tug, the cord digging into Dayna’s throat as the brunette’s struggles weakened.
Satisfied for the moment, Veronica released the cord, letting Dayna collapse to the floor in a coughing, gasping heap.
Dropping the phone a moment after she released Erza, Treymane rolled her shoulders and took a look around. The space was small and cramped, its already narrow confines made even more so by an accumulation of forgotten chairs, sagging bankers boxes, old placards, rolled posters, you name it. Any ephemera that didn't have an easily definable space ended up in the storeroom.
“While I appreciate your ability to craft an impromptu entrance,” 'Ronnie looked over her shoulder and snorted at the ragged hole the Headhunter's errant Spear had opened, “fire code says there has to be an actual door out of this pla—”
Knocking from somewhere on the other side of the room, then a door whose frame was almost entirely hidden by an easel proclaiming '2022 marks the return of the Rumbrrrrr!' opened wide and Merle called out, “Veronica? Dayna? You in here?”
“Got it in one, Shamus.” the blonde answered. “Though I'm the only one currently on her feet. Girl Boss here had to take a call a little while ago and it took a lot out of herRRRROOOOOWWW SHIT!”
The Executrix was still down and sucking wind, but that didn't make her any less dangerous, as Treymane discovered when Erza glommed onto the discarded phone and promptly THUMPED it down on her foe's left foot! “Ins...insolent pretender.” Dayna rasped as she rose to her knees while 'Ronnie yelped and hopped aside. “You will learn to respect your betters if I have to destroy every room in this wing to NNNNGGGGHH!”
The Dangerous Dame's toes hurt something fierce, yet she was willing to absorb punishment if it meant dishing it out which was why she grabbed a double handful of Dayna's dark hair and yanked her into a shot Kneelift that THUNKED her between the eyes!
Erza's head snapped back and bounced against a blank 'Employee of the Month' plaque but it wasn't enough to make the stunned Destroyer drop the phone. If anything she squeezed it a little tighter and fired back by jabbing the receiver into Treymane's ribs like it was some sort of blunt-tipped shiv! “I've got mediocrity on line two, Ms. Treymane.” Dayna grunted in the midst of clambering to verticality. “She says it's urgent, something about going back to where you belonGGGUUUHHHHH!”
Veronica answered the phone shots with a right hook to the kidney, then pounced on the Boardroom Baroness and cinched both arms around Dayna's waist. Hands knotted against the small of Erza's back, the Magnificent Moll squeeeeeeeeeeeezed hard enough to force the brunette up on tiptoe in hopes of relinquishing the worst of the strain. “C'mon Daisy.” Treymane murmured in Dayna's ear moments after she'd used the Bear Hug to drive her adversary into a precariously high stack of chairs. “You're the big, bad boss bitch, you should be able to put me down Hug to Hug, shouldn't—”
'You' was on Veronica's lips when she felt Dayna's right knee graze across her left thigh with malicious intent. Clocking the Low Blow at the last possible second, Treymane twisted her hips and got her left leg up to take the brunette's knee with her thigh. It wasn't a painless deflection by any means, indeed the Gorgeous Gangster yelped aloud before she managed to catch her balance.
“What's the matter, pencil skirt?” 'Ronnie redoubled her efforts with the Bear Hug and made Ezra pay for the treachery with a few rough shakes. “Those Peloton arms of yours not strong enough to match miNGH! NGH! NGH! HHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Treymane would've swore she heard that damned phone clatter to the floor after she bashed Erza with that Kneelift, so the blonde was understandably furious when Dayna raised it high overhead just to pound her forehead no less than half a dozen times! The iron band around her ribs loosened somewhat but Erza wouldn't settle for anything less than total freedom so she pressed the mouthpiece end against Treymane's right eye and grrrrrrrrroooooonnnnd it back and forth to earn another shriek of pain!
“Get it through that thick head of yours, drone.” Dayna continued to gouge with her molded plastic pestle against the blonde's eye socket while she reached around with her free hand to worry Veronica's shirttails out of her skirt. “I don't take orders from anyone, let alone a wage slave like you. I only make orders and I expect them to be followed to the letter.” She tugged 'Ronnie's shirt loose and reached beneath the skirt to catch hold of the lyrcra waistband she'd expected to find. “So when I say 'scream', it better be like a little BITCHWHOOAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!”
The phone blotting out one eye understandably occupied a lot of Treymane's attention, yet not so much that she didn't realize Erza was about to unleash an eye-watering wedgie. Much as she would've loved to make the Executrix bow down in a wedgie war, Veronica knew there was a more effective tactic available so she rose up on tiptoe as soon as Erza started to yank! This adjustment didn't even take the edge off, it did however hoist Dayna off her feet just high enough to make it hurt like hell when she went to one knee in an Inverted Atomic Drop!
The receiver finally slipped from Erza's grasp and her usually sturdy legs turned to water in the wake of the nauseating blow. Give her credit, she tried to wriggle clear of the Gorgeous Gangster's Grip, but Treymane just 'hupped' the woozy brunette up over one shoulder like a sack of laundry before she headed for the door.
“Out of the way, Merle.” she told the ref who had already cleared off by a wide margin. “I've got a corporate shark that needs gutting.”
Emerging from the dim confines of the storeroom, 'Ronnie found herself in the back left corner of the Executive Boardroom proper, a positively palatial space dominated by a massive table in the center and a floor to ceiling windows on the opposite wall that offered an impressive view of the Orlando skyline.
Looking around for a place to deposit her burden, Treymane noted a small break area featuring an elegant water cooler that probably cost more than her first couple cars. “Kicking your ass has made me a bit parched, Daisy.” the blonde admitted as she started in that direction. “How about a drink before we finish this unpleasantnesSSSRRRGGHHH!”
'Ronnie had thwarted Erza's first wedgie with the Atomic Drop yet thwarted and dissuaded were hardly the same thing and now the blonde paid for this lapse as Dayna snatched a double handful of pinstriped trunks and yaaaaaaaaaaaaanked them to the center of her attacker's back! “Slacking off on the job, Treymane?” Erza sneered as she tried to saw her fellow former World Champion in half, “I should dock your wages for such unmitigated lazineSSRRGGHH!”
Treymane didn't give up a hand to deal with the trunk torture, rather she knotted her mitts below the brunette's backside and sprinted toward the wall just beside the water cooler! Shooting up on tiptoe at the last instant, she drove forward and down to smash the Executrix against the wall with a resounding THUD!
No smashing through this time, but there was no question about the force of impact considering how the water cooler wobbled perilously on its base only to settle down after a timely assist from the official. Blessedly unaware of the averted flood, Veronica got to her feet and quickly undid a few buttons on her blouse before tearing it away to reveal her usual pinstripe bustier top beneath. The skirt went next and she was in the midst of undoing the wedgie when she got another glimpse of the water cooler.
“Well...since we're here.” Treymane stepped over, helped herself to one of the little paper cones and filled it with ice cold water she downed in a single swallow. Tossing the cone in a discreet little trash can after she'd helped herself to a refill, 'Ronnie grabbed a second, filled it up and held it out to her seated nemesis. “Drink up, boss lady.” she ordered. “Don't want to hear you claiming dehydration after I beat that as—”
Erza reached out a hand and swatted most of the offering onto Treymane's knees. “As if...” she rasped. “As if I'd drink from a trough with the rest of the cattAAAAAIIIEEEEEEE YOU GAUCHE BITCH!”
Veronica didn't much appreciate having a gift swatted aside but instead of simply swatting Dayna in return the Magnificent Moll wrapped both arms around the huge jug on top of the water cooler and wrenched it up and to the side to drench the Boardroom Baroness in a heavy, albeit highly localized deluge!
Scrambling away from the icy torrent like it was acid instead of water, a fuming Erza rose to her feet a short distance away and roared, “I'LL TEAR YOU APART FOR THAT DISRESPOOOFFFHH!” The jug was considerably lighter now but it still had plenty of heft to it when shifted her grip and WHUMPED the top into Dayna's midsection!
Erza huffed and crumpled to one knee so Treymane dropped her weapon without a thought and grabbed Dayna's head in both hands so she could draw it beneath her right arm. Just like that she threaded her hands under the brunette's biceps and—“GGAAAAAAAAAAAHHH FUCKER!”
'Ronnie's shrieks echoed off the boardroom walls when Erza twisted her head and chomped down on the blonde's torso! With the Double Underhook not yet secured, Dayna dropped to one knee and grabbed hold of Treymane's skirt just to rip it down to her foe's knees! Embarrassing sure, but it also impeded the other Destroyer's movement, as Veronica realized when the Headhunter grabbed hold of her calves and swept both legs out from under! The Dangerous Dame went down like a felled tree, the back of her head hitting the carpeted floor with a low, ugly THUNK!
As for Dayna, she slowly got to her feet where she took a moment to catch her breath and smooth back her hair. Once that was done she took stock of her soaked skirt, blouse, and jacket and quickly doffed them one after the other to leave her sporting that sleek black and gold two-piece she'd favored as of late. “You have done your best to defile this place, little gangster.” Erza growled to the prone blonde as she picked up the half empty water jug. “But you will fail, as you have failed at all other attempts at greatness because you are far too in love with mediocrity and self delusion. Perhaps though... perhaps if I humiliate you to a degree heretofore deemed impossible... perhaps I can wash away the worst of your foolish tendencies.”
On that threatening note she raised the jug high overhead, then dropped to her knees to THAWHUMP the rounded top into Treymane's midsection! 'Ronnie 'oooffffhed' and sat up, so Erza reared back and BWONKED her forehead with a second hammering blow that knocked the American flat! The pair of concussive collisions left Treymane sprawled in a woozy starfish, but the Executrix didn't consider a pin. Instead she raised the jug one more time only now she flipped it over and dumped the rest of the contents onto her prey with a deep GLOG-GLOG-GLOG![/b]
'Ronnie sputtered and rolled over onto her stomach en route to all fours, alas that was as far as she made it before Dayna circled around and welcomed her into a Standing Headscissors. A Waistlock would've been most appropriate for what the Boardroom Baroness had in mind, so of course she hooked her fingers into the leg-holes of the blonde's distended briefs and inflicted a wedgie strong enough to flip Treymane ass over teakettle! Erza dropped to a seat at once, the Piledriver THWHONKING the crown of Veronica's skull against the sodden floor.
Stretched in a defenseless starfish once more, Veronica's low groan grew to a keening, high-pitched whine when Dayna swung a leg over and climbed aboard, the brunette Destroyer treating herself to a greedy Reverse Face Sit! Pressing her hands to the blonde's gulping tummy, Erza braced the soles of her feet against the sides of Treymane's skull and waggled her hips ever so slightly while Merle dove down beside the action to count...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Dayna hissed in anger and dismay when the Pinstripe Powerhouse inflicted her own wedgie to force Erza out of her mount with half a whisper to spare!
Veronica's defiant wedgie drew an enraged snarl from Dayna, who staggered forward from the force of the yank, her rear-end slipping from Treymane’s face just before the decisive count. The Boardroom Baroness lurched to her feet and shot a look of absolute fury at Merle, who defensively raised his hands to show he was just following the rules.
“You... insubordinate tramp!” Dayna seethed, brushing her damp hair out of her face as she stared down at her opponent. “I will make sure this humiliation is written into your severance papers.”
But 'Ronnie, still dazed from the Piledriver, had more fight left than Dayna realized. As the brunette stalked toward her, Treymane delivered a swift kick to the shin, causing Dayna to stumble. “I’m not done... with you... yet, Boss Lady.” Veronica rasped, trying to pull herself upright.
Dayna hobbled backward, glaring at the scrappy blonde. “Fine then. I’ll show you what happens when you don’t know when to stay down.” She lunged toward Veronica, looking to bring her back down, but Treymane was ready. Summoning all her strength, she caught Dayna by the waist and with a sudden surge, slammed her into the conference room table with a spine-rattling THUD!
Dayna gasped as her back arched in agony, her body draped awkwardly across the edge of the massive table. Veronica was quick to follow up, limping but determined, as she grabbed the Boardroom Baroness by the hair and slammed her head onto the polished wood surface.
BAM!
“Still think you’re calling the shots?” Veronica snarled, pulling her rival up by the scruff of her sleek black-and-gold top before shoving her onto the table. “You want to talk about orders? Let’s see how well you can follow one of mine. Stay down!”
Veronica climbed up onto the table herself, the polished wood groaning under her weight as she stalked the prone Dayna. Grabbing her by the hair again, Veronica pulled Erza to a seated position, then moved 'round behind and looped an arm around the brunette's head in a Sleeper! “Night-night, Daisy,” Treymane whispered venomously into Dayna’s ear as she tightened the choke.
Dayna flailed, kicking her legs and clawing at the blonde's arms in desperation. Her usually pristine ring attire soaked through with water and sweat, her always composed demeanor now a distant memory as she struggled to free herself. But Veronica had the Sleeper locked in tight, and the more Dayna struggled, the tighter Treymane’s grip became.
Desperate, Dayna groped blindly for anything within reach, her hand finally landing on a hefty crystal paperweight near the center of the table. With the last of her strength, she swung it backward, catching Veronica on the temple with a sickening THUNK!
Treymane grunted in pain, her grip immediately slackening as she toppled off the table, clutching the side of her head. Dayna, gasping for air, slumped over the table, her chest heaving as she fought to regain her breath.
Both women were battered and exhausted, but neither was willing to give an inch. Erza slowly rolled off the table, her body aching from the brutal exchange. As she staggered to her feet, she locked eyes with Treymane, who was struggling to pull herself upright using the edge of the table for support.
“You’re going to regret that.” Dayna growled, tossing the paperweight aside. “I am the boss, Treymane, and it’s time I gave you the severance package you deserve.”
With renewed fury, Dayna charged at Veronica once more, looking to finish what she started. But Veronica, ever the street-smart brawler, sidestepped at the last second, sending Dayna crashing headfirst into one of the executive chairs!
Veronica shook off the lingering effects of the blow to her temple, her gaze zeroing in on Dayna, who was pulling herself upright near the overturned executive chair. The tension in the room was palpable, both women battered but unwilling to concede. Summoning her remaining strength, Veronica decided to take the offensive.
"Time to clock out, Boss Lady," she muttered, breaking into a sprint toward Dayna with every intention of plowing her back down to the floor.
But Dayna's eyes flickered with a knowing spark. As Veronica closed the distance, Dayna planted her feet firmly and dipped slightly. Using Veronica's own momentum against her, Dayna deftly hoisted the charging blonde upward. In one fluid motion, she popped Veronica into the air and delivered a crushing European Uppercut as Treymane descended.
POP-UP EUROPEAN UPPERCUT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPBXmmnu74Q
The impact was brutal! Dayna's forearm caught Veronica square under the chin, the force of the blow snapping Treymane's head back and sending her tumbling onto the polished boardroom table. Papers and office supplies scattered in all directions as Veronica landed hard, the table shaking under the force.
Veronica clutched her jaw after the impact of Dayna's devastating counter. The shot had caught her off guard, leaving her momentarily dazed. Sensing an opportunity, Dayna wasted no time. She moved swiftly behind the disoriented blonde and slipped her right arm around Veronica's neck while threading her left arm under Treymane's left arm, locking in a tight cobra clutch.
COBRA CLUTCH @ 1:49
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJdKoLDWM-w
"You're out of your depth, Treymane." Dayna hissed, pulling Veronica back and forth to intensify the hold. "Now you'll finally learn why I'm the one in charge."
'Ronnie's eyes widened as she felt the pressure constricting her airway and the circulation to her head slowing. She clawed at Dayna's encircling arm, trying to pry herself free, but the Executrix had the hold cinched in perfectly.
Merle moved closer, concern etched on his face. "Veronica, do you submit?"
Gritting her teeth, Treymane shook her head defiantly. "Not... a chance," she gasped, her voice strained.
Feeling Veronica's resistance waning, Dayna smirked. "Just let go, and this will all be over."
But the Gorgeous Gangster wasn't done yet. Using her ring awareness, she stomped hard on Dayna's foot. The sudden jolt caused Dayna to loosen her grip just enough for Veronica to twist her body and slip out of the hold. Free but still weakened, Treymane stumbled forward, sucking in deep breaths.
Frustrated, Dayna pursued her, reaching out to grab Veronica's shoulder. Treymane reacted instinctively, spinning around to deliver a sharp elbow to Dayna's jaw. The impact sent the brunette reeling backward.
"Guess you forgot, Daisy—I don't play by your rules," Veronica spat, regaining some of her composure.
Dayna's eyes flashed with anger. "You'll regret that insolence!" She lunged forward, attempting a Clothesline. Veronica ducked under the outstretched arm, running past Dayna toward the large conference table.
Thinking quickly, Veronica hopped onto the table, turning to face Dayna from the elevated position. "Come on up, boss lady. Let's see how you do at the top of the corporate mountain."
Not one to back down, Dayna climbed onto the table, both women now facing each other atop the massive wooden surface. They circled cautiously, the tension palpable.
Dayna struck first, aiming a swift kick at Veronica's midsection. Treymane sidestepped, responding with a snap kick to Dayna's thigh. The Executrix winced but quickly retaliated with a forearm smash that connected with Veronica's shoulder.
The two exchanged blows, neither gaining a clear advantage until Dayna feinted a punch and caught Veronica with a knee to the gut. As Treymane doubled over, Dayna hooked her arm around Veronica's neck, setting up for a DDT onto the hard table surface.
"Time to put you out of commission," Dayna declared.
But Veronica fought back, wrapping her arms around Dayna's waist and lifting her off the table in a display of strength. She drove forward, causing both women to tumble off the table and crash onto the floor amidst scattered papers and office supplies.
They landed side by side, both momentarily stunned from the fall. The disembodied 'Mania audience watched the boardroom with bated breath, all of them captivated by the intense back-and-forth.
Slowly, Veronica crawled toward a nearby chair, using it to pull herself up. Dayna did the same on the opposite side, her eyes never leaving her opponent.
"You're persistent, I'll give you that." Dayna admitted grudgingly.
"Comes with the territory." Veronica replied, wiping a trickle of sweat from her brow.
They approached each other once more. This time, Dayna went low, shooting for Veronica's legs. She managed to grab hold of Treymane's left leg, pulling it out from under her and causing the blonde to fall backward.
Acting quickly, Dayna twisted Veronica's leg into an Ankle Lock, applying pressure to the joint. "Let's see how well you fight when you can't stand," she taunted.
Veronica grimaced, pain shooting up her leg. She clawed at the carpet, trying to find something to leverage herself with. Spotting the overturned water cooler nearby, she reached out and grabbed the empty jug.
With a desperate swing, she brought the jug down toward Dayna. The Executrix saw it coming and released the hold just in time, stepping back to avoid the makeshift weapon.
Using the brief respite, Veronica scrambled to her feet, though she favored her injured ankle. "You're not the only one who can get creative." she said, tossing the jug aside.
Dayna narrowed her eyes. "Resourcefulness won't save you."
"Maybe not, but this might!" Veronica surged forward, ignoring the pain in her ankle, and caught Dayna with a surprise Lou Thesz press, tackling her to the ground. She followed up with a flurry of punches, each one landing with precision.
Dayna covered up, managing to block some of the blows before bucking her hips to dislodge Veronica. The two rolled apart and quickly regained their footing.
Deciding to up the stakes, Dayna glanced at the large glass window that offered a view of the city skyline. A daring idea formed in her mind. "Care for a change of scenery?" she asked slyly.
Before Veronica could respond, Dayna charged and grabbed her by the arm, whipping her toward the window. Treymane collided with the glass, but it held firm. The impact rattled her, and Dayna was quick to capitalize, pressing Veronica against the window.
"You've met your match," Dayna whispered, applying pressure.
Veronica gritted her teeth. "Not... yet." She drove an elbow backward into Dayna's ribs, causing the brunette to step back. Spinning around, Veronica grabbed Dayna and swapped positions, pinning her against the glass.
"How's the view?" Veronica quipped before delivering a series of knees into Dayna's back.
Veronica held Dayna firmly against the glass, each knee strike eliciting a sharp gasp from the Boardroom Baroness. The cityscape served as a dramatic backdrop to their fierce struggle, the twinkling lights contrasting with the intense battle inside.
"Enjoying the scenery?" Veronica taunted, pressing Dayna harder against the glass. She pulled back for another knee strike, but Dayna seized the moment. Bracing herself, Dayna threw her elbow backward, catching Veronica in the side. The unexpected blow caused Treymane to falter, and Dayna used the opportunity to spin around and face her adversary.
Dayna didn't waste a second after delivering the elbow to Veronica's side. Seizing the moment, she dropped low and executed a swift Double Leg Takedown, pulling Treymane's legs out from under her. Veronica hit the floor hard, the wind momentarily knocked out of her. Sensing the tide turning in her favor, Dayna gripped both of Veronica's ankles.
"Time for a little spin, don't you think?" Dayna smirked.
With surprising strength, Dayna began to rotate, lifting Veronica off the ground in a dizzying Giant Swing. Around and around they went, the room becoming a blur for Treymane as she tried to regain her bearings. After several rotations, Dayna released her grip, sending Veronica sliding across the boardroom floor to collide with the base of the conference table.
Veronica groaned, trying to shake off the disorientation. But Dayna was relentless. Before Treymane could rise, Dayna was upon her, grabbing one of her legs and pulling her away from the table's refuge.
"Remember this?" Dayna taunted as she deftly intertwined their limbs, threading Veronica's captured leg over her own and trapping one of Treymane's arms as she flipped her onto her belly. She locked in the Hostile Takeover—her devastating variation of the Texas Cloverleaf with an arm-trap.
HOSTILE TAKEOVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PftA8DWHJ7M
Veronica's eyes widened in alarm as pain shot through her lower back and trapped arm. The memories of their first encounter, where she had been forced to tap out to this very move, flooded back. Gritting her teeth, she fought the urge to submit.
"Ready to admit defeat?" Dayna pressed, increasing the torque on the hold. "There's no escape this time."
Desperate, Veronica scanned her surroundings for anything that could aid her. Her fingers brushed against something smooth and slender—the pen that had rolled off the table earlier. Clutching it tightly, she made a split-second decision.
"Not... today!" Veronica shouted.
With a swift motion, she twisted her upper body as much as the hold allowed and jabbed the pen backward, aiming for Dayna's knee. The sharp point made contact with Dayna's skin, causing her to yelp and instinctively release the hold.
Freed from the painful submission, Veronica scrambled away, her eyes darting around for anything she could use to shift the momentum. Her gaze settled on a small box labeled "Thumbtacks" that sat atop a nearby desk cluttered with office supplies. An idea sparked. Grabbing the box, she flung it across the floor, the tiny metal points scattering in a gleaming arc. The thumbtacks spread out, creating a perilous minefield between her and Dayna.
Tossing the box aside when it was empty, the Magnificent Moll took a couple steps back and raised both hands to beckon her adversary forward. “C'mon Boss Daisy.” she huffed. “You're so eager to teach me a lesson? Let's see how far you'll go to do it.”
Erza regarded the glittering gauntlet with obvious disgust, though she made no motion to cross it in her almost bare feet. “You merely prolong the inevitable, Treymane.” Dayna began to stalk back and forth, the towering brunette looking very much like a predator testing a fence for weaknesses. “Your end WILL come in this very room. And if I should have to replace the carpets because you spilled too much blood... well, that's just another expense I can take out of your loser's purs—”
“You're the only loser in this room.” Treymane interrupted with a certainty that set Erza's teeth on edge. “So tuff and so confident until someone finally steps up to punch you in the mouth, then you're nothing but excuses and dela—HHRRGH!”
Dayna reached the left end of the dangerous thumbtack spray and while she could've walked a few more steps to ensure a totally safe passage, no one was really surprised when she sprang over the trap to sweep her adversary into a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up! The force of impact sent Treymane stumbling backwards, the absentee audience gasping like a thousands strong Greek Chorus when the blonde's heels came within inches of the opposite end of those modern day caltrops! Dayna knew she was close and pushed forward as hard as she could only to hiss in incredulous fury when 'Ronnie squared her shoulders and marched the Executrix back a few steps.
Already angry, Erza grew downright apoplectic when Treymane shifted a hand from the brunette's shoulders to her cheeks, the blonde smooshing them together in a galling fish face! “I'm gonna put you deep in those tacks, Daisy.” Veronica whispered to the wriggling Destroyer. “And everyone but you is gonna cheer their asses off when I doNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!”
Treymane might've been winning the battle up top so Erza shifted focus and THUMPED a single hateful Kneelift in her opponent's crotch! Ripping the poseur's hand away even as her knees almost buckled, Erza wrapped a steely hand around Veronica's throat, slung the American's near arm across her shoulder, then grabbed a massive handful of waistband and inflicted a vengeful wedgie of her own! Those hooks in conjunction with the Low Blow allowed Erza to march her prey over to the edge of the center of the thumbtack crescent, much to the horrified concern of the FAWNatics.
“I hope you enjoyed every moment of relevance up to this point, Treymane.” Dayna cooed. “Because from here on out you're going to be nothing more than the bitch who cried in the thumbtacks at 'Mania!”
Without another word she dipped her knees and tore Veronica into the air for a disgusting Choke Slam atop the ta—NO!The Dangerous Dame drilled her right elbow into the side of Erza's head just before she reached the zenith and that well-timed strike was enough to let her float free of the Goozle without touching a single tack!
Catching hold of Dayna's hair the instant she'd touched down, 'Ronnie yanked-spun the former World Champion around into a Standing Headscissors that had Erza's backside pointed toward the tacks! Lest anyone be confused about Treymane's plans, she made them crystal clear when she wrapped both arms around the Boardroom Baroness' waist and flipped her up onto her shoulders in the stall position for a Powerbo—NO!
Erza unleashed a wild flurry of punches to the blonde's forehead that ultimately allowed her to return to the floor as of yet unscathed. Dazed though she was, Treymane never lost track of her rival and she let loose with a looping Haymaker that would've changed the course of the battle if Erza hadn't ducked it with half a second to spare! Breaking into a sprint the instant she evaded the punch, Dayna slammed on the brakes just to rush back the way she'd came. Dropping a shoulder as Treymane turned to find her, the Executrix launched off her back foot and—THWHACK!
Veronica intercepted the Spear with a perfectly-timed kick to the bridge of the brunette's nose! Dayna crumpled to all fours but didn't stay there long as 'Ronnie returned to the hair-hold and reeled her into another Standing Headscissors! Another Waistlock and another hoist put Erza up on Treymane's shoulders, only this time there was no miraculous escape, only woozy confusion as the Pinstripe Powerhouse twisted around and Powerbombed her onto the be-tacked stretch of carpet with a malicious THAWHUMP-THUD!
“AAAIIIIEEEEEE AAAARRRRHHH FAAAAAAHHHHK!” Dayna's shrieks filled the boardroom just as the FAWNatics watching from afar filled the Arena and the respective living rooms and sports bars with a flood of sympathetic anguish as the Executrix shot to verticality faster than anyone who'd just absorbed a 'Ronnie Treymane Powerbomb should've been capable. Temporarily unaware of anything save the dozens of pinpricks needling her skin, Erza stumbled backward while wildly brushing her arms shoulders and midsection only to step on a few more thumbtacks in the process!
As for Dangerous Dame, she'd backed up several steps as she kept a close eye on the brunette's progress. Delighted to find that Erza's landing had cleared a pretty big patch of tacks, Treymane glanced between floor and foe a couple more times before she crouched down and rushed forward, Veronica using every bit of space between to build up a ferocious head of steam so she could leap over the rest of the tacks and THWHUMP her right arm across Dayna's collarbone with a huge Lariat! Erza got turned inside out by the pitiless strike as both Destroyers were blown free of the glittering minefield and deposited on the carpet in the shadow of the Boardroom's massive table.
Pushing to her haunches beside the gasping battler, Treymane was in perfect position to go for a cover but instead she grabbed a mean handful of Dayna's hair and hauled her upright only to double her over with a Kneelift to the gut. Bracing the nape of Erza's neck against the trim plane of her abdomen, Treymane slipped her hands under the brunette's biceps, then locked them between her shoulders to secure a Double Underhook of sorts. Dayna waggled her arms and sort of minced back and forth, possibly trying to free herself of more tacks, but whatever the stratagem it didn't stop Treymane from swinging to the right only to snap to the left, the former World Champion throwing enough momentum behind the shift to throw both ladies into a smooth barrel roll that THWHUNKED Dayna's forehead against the carpeted floor!
DAISY CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdI4GHjfPIM
Brutally clipped by the Daisy Cutter, Erza shuddered from end to end and would've rolled over onto her back if Treymane hadn't maintained the Double Underhook and used it to drag the bedraggled Baroness back to her feet. “You really deserve some more time in those thumbtacks, Boss Lady.” the Gorgeous Gangster huffed as she forced the other wrestler's head beneath her right arm. “But something tells me you'd rather tap out to office supplies than yours truly and I'm not about to give you that choice.”
“Yuuuuuuhhhh... you don't dictate terms here, pretender.” Dayna grunted as she fought to clear her head of the pounding ache. “You're destined to be my subordinate no matter the areWHOOAAARRRRGGGHHHH!” Treymane yanked the Executrix off her feet again, but this time she twisted under her airborne burden and laid out on her back to THWHUMP Erza onto the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a trip to Gangster's Paradise!
GANGSTER'S PARADISE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jg-2D9WKMpQ
Erza bounced on impact and tumbled to one side, the former World Champion still working to keep a shoulder off the mat in the wake of those two thunderous head drops. To her credit it did work, albeit only temporarily as Veronica wasted little time pulling her onto her back. Merle moved in thinking a cover was inevitable only to step back with some surprise when 'Ronnie hooked on at trunks and tresses to drag the brunette back to her feet.
“Table's ready, Daisy.” Treymane made no effort to hide the massive wedgie she inflicted on Dayna's black briefs in muscling her up into a face-down sprawl on the Boardroom table. Veronica hopped up into a seat beside her rival but didn't move to fully engage, at least not yet. First she drew up her right knee, hooked both thumbs into the top of her stocking and peeled it off her leg in a single smooth motion. “Ahhhh, that's better.” the Gorgeous Gangster slid all the way back onto the table, then climbed over so she was seated by the brunette's left hip. From there she seized hold of Erza's left wrist and stuffed it between her thighs to lock that arm in a snug Scissors. In the same breath she threaded her left arm beneath Dayna's right bicep to wrench that arm back at an awkward angle, but instead of securing the S-grip snug against the side of her prey's chin to complete the Noirevoir, she pulled the shorn stocking as tight as she could and wrapped it around Dayna's head not once, but twice, the icy-eyed blonde making sure her nylon garrote was drawn tight against Erza's mouth. Only then did she gather her reserves and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaank back on the hellish hold!
NOIREVOIR @ 00:18
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gx-wML1K1UU
“HHRRRGGHH! GAARRRRRHHHHHHHHGGGGHHHHHHH!” Dayna flailed to life as she was wrenched back and twisted sharply, the Executrix's long legs flailing and banging on the mellowly-gleaming table!
Crouching down at the edge of the table so he was almost eye-level with the action, Merle asked, “What do you say, Dayna? Need me to call for the bell?” “NHO!” Erza's words were muffled by the improvised bridle, though she shook her head emphatically enough. “NHO, AYE DHON'D GHIV TOO THISS TRASHEEERRRGGGHHHHHHHHH!”
Veronica crossed her wrists left over right and puuuuuuuullllllllled that much harder! “I'd watch my mouth if I were you, Daisy.” Treymane's whole body thrummed like a high tension wire as she poured the hurt into Erza's neck and shoulders. “Unless you really like the taste of these stockings, then by all means, keep up the shit tal—”
“SHUD YOR MOUFF!” Dayna's legs were still bicycling furiously, though she remained stubbornly glued to the same spot. “AYE DHOND AVE TOO LIZZEN TOO TRASHUH LAIG YOO AAARRRRHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHPH!”
Veronica had been using the stocking as a bridle, now she loosened it just enough to become a blindfold, the Gorgeous Gangster drawing it up and yanking it tight across Dayna's eyes! “What was that, Daisy?” Treymane worked the stocking back and forth, aggressively scrubbing the taut material against her foe's eyelids. “You got something to say? Go ahead and say—”
“NOOOOOOOOOO!” Erza shook her head because she couldn't waggle a finger. “NO! I AM THE ONLY AUTHORITY! WHAT I SAY GOOOOOAAAAAARRRHHH NOOOOOOOO!”
Veronica transferred both ends of the stocking to her left hand to free up her right for some white-knuckle pinching of Executrix assets! “I'm sure it does, Daisy.” 'Ronnie worked her grip beneath the slick lycra to do inflict even more hurt. “That's why I'm sure the ref will call for the bell once you—”
“YIELD!” Dayna shouted at the top of her lungs. “I YIELD, DAMN YOU!”
That was enough for Merle who did in fact call for the bell, but Treymane only shook her head 'no' and pulled that much harder. “Screw that 'yield' crap, Daisy.” she muttered. “You submit. Say it! Say it or I'll sit on your fa—”
“NEVER!” Erza wailed. “I CEDED THE MATCH, RELEASE ME AT ONCE YOU NNGGGHH!”
Veronica tossed the stocking away, grabbed a double handful of hair and drove the brunette's forehead into the table with a heavy THWHUNK!
Two more ended the worst of the twitching and Treymane finally released the Noirevoir as the Announcer chimed in over the intercom to confirm, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission... VERONICA TREYMANE!”
The cheers came along with the proclamation, but the Gorgeous Gangster didn't raise a hand. Instead she hooked a Half Nelson and shoveled Erza onto her back. There was some noticeable tinks along with the usual 'smeck' of a body turning over and Veronica cringed when she realized it was the tacks lodged in her foe's back. But the grimace shifted to a smile when the Magnificent Moll swung a leg over and settled in, Treymane resting the full weight of her glorious, blessedly tack-free glutes atop Erza's forehead!
“Mmmmmpppphhhhh....mmmmmmhhhhhhhh!”
'Ronnie smiled, bit her bottom lip and braced the soles of her feet against Dayna's head to prevent her from turning away from the Reverse Face Sit. “Still feel like the boss, Daisy?” the blonde laid her hands atop Erza's tummy and pressed down to dig in with her fingers. “Still feel like an authority?”
“MMMRRRPPPPPHHHHHH!” Erza squealed against the stifling encroachment of the winner's pinstripe prison. “GHEDDHOFFAMEEEYOUBIDGE! AYEDHONAFF-TOOTAGEDISFROMOOOOHHHHYOOOOSLUUUUUD!”
Veronica reached back with her left hand and grabbed the edge of the table, the blonde using it as a kickstand of sorts as she began sweeping back and forth across Dayna's protesting features. “What's wrong, don't like your new cell?” Treymane ruffled her hair with her free hand, the usually reserved Destroyer treating herself to a catty indulgence at her rival's expense. “That hurts my feelings, Daisy. I picked this one out just for you. Figured such a notorious bad-ass would really appreciate the view!” she punctuated this with waggled hips and a prolonged clench of those crushing buns.
“GHEDOFF! GHEDOFF! GHEDOFF!” Erza's heels drummed out an arrhythmic beat while her thudding buns provided a much heavier bass line. “CAHND BREEF! GHEDYOORFHADAZZOFFAMYMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHH!”
The Dangerous Dame leaned forward and secured a white-knuckle claw to the center of her opponent's briefs! “That's lights out, Daisy.” Veronica huffed. “Better quiet down or it'll get real unpleasant.”
“SUHBMID!” Dayna abandoned her pushing so she could swat frantically at the blonde's suffocating glutes. “AYESUHBMID!”
Treymane nodded sagely, though she paid no attention to the increasingly wheezy exhalations. “No time off for good behavior in this joint, Boss Lady.” Veronica murmured as Dayna went through a short burst of furious energy before she finally settled down and faded out, the Executrix leaving the conscious world behind for a pleasant sojourn in the land of Nod.
Allowing herself a sigh of relief as Erza mercifully succumbed to sleep, Treymane straightened up and put her hands on her knees. “Boardroom's yours, Daisy.” she murmured to Dayna. “I don't want it and you'd run it better than I ever could. The ring though. That belongs to me and if you ever forget it,” she reached down and swatted the brunette's insensate tummy, “I'll be more than happy to lock you in Solitary again.”
No answer from Dayna, just the delighted rumble of the distant FAWNatics as the shot faded into a package of Sanders vs. Braddock highlights.