Post by SammieSinclair on Mar 8, 2015 20:39:13 GMT
After Ingrid’s title run with the EurAsian championship she took some time away from the ring to refocus . The FAWNatics excited by her return are happy to see the Bikini Teamer back in action. The cheers rally start to build as the ViQueen’s music begins.
The Hives "TICK TICK BOOM"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1M02bAWDFkI&ob=av2n
Ingrid pushes through the curtain, a ball of blonde motion. The blonde come out to a warm welcome from the FAWN crowd. The Swede is a huge fan favorite, her looks are just the beginning, Halstrom has shown herself to be a real battler even if she doesn’t always come out on top. Stopping at the top of the ramp Ingrid throws her arms in the air and when the next "BOOM" happens in the song the tiny Viking throws her arms down and loud pyro blasts boom on the sides of the stage.
The ring announcer makes the intro for the blondes, “Introducing first… she is 111 pounds of pure Swedish Sex appeal…From Halstrom Sweden… Ingrid Halstrom!
Ingrid Halstrom
Ingrid wears a blue bikini with yellow crosses on her breasts and matching bottoms, the flag of Sweden has never looked better. Her pads are black with Swedish flags on the knee pads. Halstrom’s long blonde hair is pulled back in a fighting ponytail, she looks ready for tonight’s battle.
The Swede dances down the aisle slapping the out stretched hands of the fans along the rails, at times stopping to dance with hips flying Ingrid works her way around the ring. Halstrom greets many of the fans, Ingrid stops short as she finds a fan has done a sign for her, excited Ingrid literally bounces as she reads, “The VIQUEEN will Cease and Desist the Associates!”
Ingrid gives her supporter a big hug, which probably will lead to many more signs for next time, she then rolls under the bottom rope popping to her feet quick. Ingrid steps on the bottom rope and leans far over the top rope saluting the crowd.
Ingrid moves to her corner allowing the referee to check her pads and boots, even giving the lucky man a little shimmy as he does his job. Halstrom waits for the arrival of Associate, the blonde stretching while she waits. The Swedish flyweight’s face scrunches up as she waits for the former inmate.
With the former Eurasian titleholder safely centered in the ring, 'Dark Horses'
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_5oE0ijhKg )
takes the place of the Swede’s entrance melody and the crowd immediately turns to a darker place, releasing a mixture of positive and negative though with her recent association the latter overwhelms the former. This is particularly the case when the Fixer strides through the curtain with a fellow Associate on her shoulder.
The lead counsel and her muscle, the junior member of VB&A at her side, head directly for the ring without delay, avoiding any contact with the reaching hands of the FAWNatics. The Fixer’s attire is eye-catching to say the least, a sleeveless crimson one piece featuring a plunging ‘V’ neckline, wide lapels, an exceptionally high military style collar and three shiny black buttons descending in a straight line from the tip of the ‘V’ to just below her navel. The look was completed with glossy black pads and boots. The announcer pushes his voice over the music and crowd.
“And introducing her opponent, accompanied by Alexis Sugutian, representing VanBuren & Associates, hailing from Willow Grove Connecticut, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds, she is the Fixer… RACHEL RAKER!”
Rachel Raker...
Alexis Suguitan...
Having cast her lot with the Trust Fund Terror, Rachel’s response is an unforgiving barrage of jeers and catcalls. Barely registering their reaction one way or the other, Raker and Suguitan make their way to the squared circle with an unbreakable focus.
Reaching the ring, each Associate walks around in an opposite direction. Within, Ingrid keeps her head on a swivel to keep track of both. The women meet in their chosen corner and while the powerpacked Alexis remains on the floor, Rachel rolls underneath the bottom rope and pops to her feet, bouncing and stretching, businesslike in every way.
The Crimson Counsel turns and climbs the corner to the middle ropes and raises a fist in recognition of those who recognize the value of a job well done, no matter for whom it is done. Hopping down shortly thereafter, she shares a word with the Filipino force in her corner and turns, composing an opening statement for the Bikini Team member while the referee inspects her wrists, elbows and knees.
Satisfied, the man calls for the bell and Raker wheels out of her corner to the right, stretching her arms out in front of her, and wriggling her fingers.
Ingrid bounces out of her corner, giving up a good bit of size against the redhead she keeps her distance trying to get a gage on Rachel’s movements. Halstrom quickly shuffles by the spot close to the Associate on the outside of the ring not wanting to give Alexis a chance to get involved. Raker turns in a tighter circle keeping the blonde in front of her. The Swede moves in raising her arms for the lock up, Rachel seems more than willing to meet her head on. Together the two beauties tie up with a slight smacking of flesh, Ingrid’s legs and buttocks quivering to hold her place against the bigger and stronger woman. The Crimson Counsel moves her hand from the back of the Swede’s neck up to the ponytail and yanks backwards sending Ingrid down to the canvas on her tight little rump.
Ingrid booty scoots back a few feet a hurt look on her face rubbing her scalp, “Hey! She’s cheating.” Unfortunately the referee was behind Rachel at the time of the infraction and missed it completely. Halstrom climbs back to her feet frustrated, but ready for another chance at the redhead.
Rachel motions Halstrom up. "I've done my due diligence, sweetheart. You're better than you look, but you're of no danger to me." The words drive the blonde up faster than the action and they lock up in a more a standard collar-and-elbow, each struggling for an advantage until Raker pulls the Swede into a tight side headlock, wrenching away on Halstrom's noggin. Rachel balls her opposite hand and turns the bodies of both women away from the zebra, ready to deliver a series of punches to the flawless features of her foe outside the sight of the law.
Ingrid pushes on Raker’s hips trying to pop her head out the back, but Rachel moves her to the right angle and unleashes the barrage of fists slam into the pretty blonde’s forehead and the bridge of her nose. The referee races around as Ingrid stomps her feet and waves her arms, but the Crimson Counsel turns with him keeping the zebra on her hip and clueless to the slight in fraction. Rachel loads up one final push that sends Halstrom stumbling back to another booty landing on the canvas. The stunned Viqueen sits glassy eyed on the mat while Rachel holds her hand up claiming the blow was a palm strike not the closed fist it was.
Raker slides by the ref and delivers soccer kicks to the downed Swede's ribs. Ingrid is sent rolling toward the edge of the mat. Directly in front of the striped-shirt, Rachel raises her right hand high and balls it into a fist. "You want to see what I can do with this?" The man grabs Rachel by the arm and insists she open the hand. But while the two have, at least on Rachel's part, a choreographed conversation, Alexis reaches in to grab a handful of flaxen locks and pull Ingrid's upper half under the bottom rope so she can lay a heavy-handed forearm beatdown on the Bikini Teamer.
The first trio of forearms slam down across Ingrid’s shoulder blades with loud thumps, Alexis then flips the tiny blonde over and rains down the forearms to Ingrid’s chest and bosom. Rachel keeps her side bar with the referee going as the Filipino hammers away. Finally Rachel shouts “FINE HAVE IT YOUR WAY!” as a signal to the junior partner, and Suguitan shoves the Swede back under the ring ropes where Rachel can easily gather the blonde.
Moving to Hallstrom, the VB&A barrister plucks Ingrid off the canvas and to her feet by the braincase. Leaning her deep into the cables, Raker bounds out with her foe and Irish whips the Bikini Teamer off to the far ropes. Waiting a tick or two, Rachel takes off after her moving target, planning on making a particularly harsh point with a Running STO that would let Ingrid know she wouldn't be getting off with a slap on the wrist tonight.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Knibgj3w89M )
When she bounces off the ropes Ingrid heads right towards the approaching Lead Counsel, Rachel closes is with speed arm extended. Raker hooks her leg behind Halstrom’s as her arm catches Ingrid across the throat, the blonde’s feet go out from under her flipping her over so she comes down on the back of her neck. Ingrid’s legs fold up over, the toes of her boots hitting the canvas above her head. The FAWNatics don’t enjoy the action and boo heartily, but Rachel ignores the gallery and moves around putting her palms on the Swede’s up turned rump keeping her match booked on the mat as the referee gets down on the canvas.
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Halstrom flops to the side, having kept herself alive but remaining in serious trouble. Raker rises above the dazed Swede and lands a boot to Ingrid's belly, then bosom then head before moving on her way to the nearest corner. Reaching the buckles, she scales them carefully before spinning to face her target. Alexis tries to raise some applause for the Fixer, but it's a futile attempt. Instead, the FAWNatics plead for Hallstrom to move before Rachel can launch from a stance on the top buckle. Raker takes to the sky like a missile, her body in a tight single file, head leading the way as she hopes to nail the Swede with a Diving Headbutt.
@ 1:32 ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1aUNzS25WA ).
Ingrid remains motionless as Rachel makes her accent, and is still ideal when the Associate takes flight. The crowd warns the blonde of the imminent danger, Raker flies on course. At the last moment, the former EusAsian champ rolls away, leaving the redhead to plow head first into the thinly padded plywood. The fans cheer for the first time since Ingrid’s entrance as Alexis throws her arms in the air at the turn of events. Ingrid crawls to the ropes using the strands to help get back to her feet, Rachel rolls to her back hand pressed against her forehead. Ingrid takes several deep breaths before while she waits for Rachel to rise, the Viqueen waiting to deliver a drop kick to the redhead.
Raker makes it to her haunches, seemingly stopped there from a wave of pain from her noggin. Wincing, she halts her rise to muster the balance to make it the rest of the way. Ingrid, however, has no reason to wait that long. Racing to the Associate, she leaps, her boots leading the way. And the dropkick THUMPS into the chin of Rachel, folding Raker, thighs on calves, her head and shoulders on the canvas. Trying to get her folded legs out from underneath, Rachel lolls to the side and keeps rolling.
Reaching her chest, she pushes up to all fours but Hallstrom is upon her quickly, delivering a kick to Rachel's ribs that sends the redhead barrel rolling to the deck. A gagging Raker ends on her backside, propping up her top half with palms pressed to the canvas. She holds one up one plaintively as she butt scoots away from the advancing blonde, calling for a continuance.
The Swede following the retreating litigator keeps Rachel crab walking and booty scooting towards the corner she earlier leaped from. With her back to the turnbuckles Raker demands that the official back the blonde off, but before her appeal is heard Halstrom stomps a boot down on the redhead’s tummy. Ingrid uses the referee’s count to stomp a mudhole into Rachel’s chest and stomach. Having bent the rules a bit Ingrid turns at four and races back to the middle of the ring before she turns racing back looking to give Raker the Swedish version of a bronco buster.
On the outside, Alexis races to her fellow Associate while Ingrid moves to the middle. When the Bikini Teamer turns and sprints toward the dumbfounded lawyer, a busting to be done, Suguitan is able to grab a wrist of Raker and pull her out of harm's way, namely to the outside where Alexis hugs her business partner close, helping keep Rachel on her feet. Offering assurances, Alexis supports the Fixer under a shoulder, keeping Raker vertical. "Clipboard. Let me see it," Raker demands. Alexis nods, helping her back toward the Associate corner, apparently so Rachel can adjust an erroneous strategic point.
Rachel makes her escape before Ingrid commits with a leap, so the Swede pulls up before falling into any trap. Halstrom throws her hands in the air, and then turns to the referee, but the man is little help other than beginning to count out the lead counselor. The tiny Viqueen decides to take a more direct route, as the Associates make their way towards their corner Ingrid turns racing for the opposite ropes. Bouncing off the strands the Former EurAsian Champ speeds across the ring her aim is a suicide dive into both of the members of VanBuren & Associates.
Comfortable in their pair, Alexis and Rachel stride back to the corner for their sidebar and review of the notes on the Swede. But the blonde decides she'll interject before the Associates can reach their conference area. Flying between the top and middle strands, the tanned Bikini Teamer puts her lithe body on the line and strikes paydirt. SLAMMING into the twosome, both Associates bigger than her, Hallstrom uses her velocity as a weapon and sends both Sugutian and Raker flying to the floor, the women ending in a three-way jumble of torsos and limbs. The FAWNatics chant 'HOLY SHYT' as the blonde on the top of the pile extricates herself and decides what to do with Rachel, Alexis or both.
Ingrid brushes away the weakly grabbing hands of both Rachel and Alexis, when she gets up right.
Halstrom stomps down on Suguitan’s tummy to keep her down while the Swede gets Raker back in the ring. The referee has started counting both women out, but Ingrid’s plan is to get things back in the ring as quickly as possible, and with Rachel. The Viqueen reaches down pulling Raker back to her feet and grabs her by the scruff of the neck and seat of the pants. Ingrid runs the redhead towards the ring tossing her into the ring under the bottom rope. Rachel rolls over several times before coming to a stop face up in the ring, the tiny blonde begins to climb on to the apron, but she’s caught by the Filipino on the outside. Alexis takes advantage of the referee checking on Rachel to slam a forearm into Ingrid’s back stunning the smaller woman. The junior partner knows she has to work quickly to avoid being caught by the zebra, Alexis wraps her arms around the Bikini Teamer’s waist and lifts. Alexis just drops down sending Ingrid face first into the ring apron, the Filipino rolls backwards looking like she’s still out from the suicide dive. Ingrid leans on the ring apron groaning weakly as she rubs her face.
The Fixer rolls to her feet, not quite as badly damaged as she'd led to believe and keen to take advantage of her junior partner's assistance. Rachel strides to the ropes and reaches through, snatching a double handful of flaxen locks. Hallstrom yips in pain as she's torn by her follicles to a stance on the outside apron. Raker transfers her grip to a front facelock. She reaches over the cables with her opposite hand to grab the very limited material on Ingrid's hip, ready to suplex the Swede up and over, both back into the ring and to a rather substantial meeting with the mat.
The FAWNatics try informing the referee of the cheating that took place and lead to Ingrid being in the clutches of the Crimson Counselor. Halstrom thinks about hooking her foot around the ring rope, but that thought comes a flash too late. Rachel doesn’t pause as she takes Halstrom to the apex and then falls with her as she suplexes the blonde to the thinly padded plywood. The impact bounces Ingrid up to a seated position her head thrown back, but the lack of air cause the scream to be a silent one.
Halstrom’s bust thrust forward as her spine tingles, the pain freezing her in place as Raker climbs to her feet to continue her argument.
Approaching from behind, the Associates' lead counsel wraps her hands around the back of Ingrid's neck and yanks the wincing blonde to her feet. With Hallstrom turned away from her, Rachel slips an arm through the legs of the diminutive Swede and pops the Bikini Teamer off the deck and across her shoulders, Ingrid pointed to the rafters. Arms wrapping around Ingrid's neck and legs, a delighted Raker marches around the ring with her cargo, driving sharp pains through Ingrid's backbone. Halting after a trip around the squared circle, the lawyer decides to cross-examine Hallstrom's vertebrae, dipping to pop the blonde off her shoulders, over her head, and down to bended knee when Raker genuflects, planning to plant Ingrid across with an Argentine Backbreaker
@ :55
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lo5bJxLm24k )
The tiny blonde’s arms and legs bounce wildly as she jostled across the bigger woman’s shoulders. Ingrid looks like a rag doll flopping around until Raker shrugs her off her shoulders. Halstrom sails over Rachel’s head as she drops down to a knee, the already abused spine slams down on to the redhead’s posted leg. Ingrid cries out in pain, she flops off Rachel’s thigh to the canvas where she rolls to her stomach, a hand going to her back as she moans in pain. Halstrom is motionless as the Crimson Counselor is about to continue her examination of this witness. A commotion starts to rise in the crowd, on her way through the fans is Gretchen Vaughn-VanBuren. Portia’s step mom not hiding the fact walks through the crowd, ignoring the fans that are excited to see her for a change.
Gretchen Vaughn-VanBuren...
Suguitan notices immediately, a snarl curling her lips. Alexis shouts at the ref, demanding he stop the match and remove Vaughn-VanBuren from the premises but the man seems totally uninterested in anything outside the ring. Inside the ring, the look of a blasted blonde seems to appeal to the Fixer and the redhead decides to continue to up the big impact quotient on the smaller grappler. Plucking Ingrid to her feet, Rachel slips under her flaccid near arm and surrounds the blonde's waist. Dipping slightly, the Associate prepares to lift Hallstrom off the deck, send her HIGH then send her DOWN with her signature 'Hard Time'.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=PR2PZQB-uU0 )
Ingrid eeps as Rachel drops one hand from her waist to her womanhood to get more leverage as she lifts the blonde. Halstrom slams down flat on her back again, wind knocked out of her lungs and the pain already in her spine leaves the former champ frozen in pain. Rachel climbs on top still unaware of the arrival of the Trophy Wife as Gretchen climbs over the security railing. Alexis stays on the opposite side of the ring as Gretchen takes up a spot at ring side, the brunette just watches for the moment. Rachel floats over covering Ingrid for a pinfall after hitting the Hard Times.
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOO!
Ingrid kicks out with a half second to spare, but getting her shoulder off the canvas was all the energy she has right now. Gretchen still watching tries to get Rachel’s attention just by walking up and down along the ring apron.
And she most definitely does after what Gretchen managed against the Associates both current and former not long ago. Raker turns to Alexis and demands she keep a wary eye on Vaughn-VanBuren and Suguitan nod, moving around a corner so he's only one away from where her fellow raven-haired grappler is stationed. "I advise you stay clear of this match," Raker alerts Portia's stepmom. "You aren't dealing with a Bug this time." Gretchen smiles broadly, shrugging. Positioning Ingrid on her backside, Rachel moves to a stance over her shoulders, leaning her crotch into the neck of her foe. She places her hands on either side and seemingly tries to twist the blonde's head off her shoulders
@0:05
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=eaWxba4jKQw )
The referee keeps his focus in the ring as Rachel pushes on the top of Ingrid’s head and pulls on her chin while leaning her weight on her as well. “Ingrid, You ok? You want to call it here say the word.” The ViQueen can shake her head or open her mouth much to answer, she waves a finger ‘no’ and begins kicking the heel of her boot into the canvas trying to find some relief or distraction from the pain. Gretchen sees Suguitan moving, and starts walking a bit closer to so now they are in the same side of the ring, but still at different corners. GVVB starts pounding on the ring apron in time with Halstrom’s heel kicks and the FAWNatics join in trying to help the ViQueen get out of the painful hold.
Deciding to go back to shattering what's left of the former Lightweight Champion rather than wearing her down. Raker dismounts the blonde. Raker spins around the front of the aching Hallstrom to land a soccer kick to her chest and then one to her chin, laying the blonde out on her back in a spreadeagle.
Raker strolls by Lyle's wife and points down at the Gold digger. "You're pushing your luck and it's going to run out." The redhead turns from Gretchen and moves to the corner nearest Alexis, climbing up and turning to a stirring Ingrid. She motions the blonde to rise and when Hallstrom does and turns in her direction, Rachel leaps toward the Scandinavian beauty with right arm drawn, ready to remove head from shoulders with a Diving Lariat.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoQeBhZnsdw ).
Staggering around Ingrid turns into Raker’s path, the redhead launching herself off the turnbuckle. Halstrom battered through the match, but during her feud with the Asian Invasion the ViQueen shows how resilient she can be. Ingrid ducks out of Rachel’s way, the extended arm passing inches over her ponytail. The Swede races to the corner hopping on to the middle strands looking to spin and send a drop kick at the turning Rachel. She might have succeed, but Alexis reaches out pulling her feet off the turnbuckles sending her face first into the canvas. The referee getting out of the way of the Associate in the ring, missed the actions of the one on the outside, but Gretchen did see Suguitan. The Gold Digger had her excuse now heads towards the Filipino. In the ring Rachel again is delivered a gift as Ingrid tries to crawl up to her feet.
And while Raker accepts her present, pulling the Swede up on rubbery legs, Alexis protests her innocence first to the accusing eye of the referee and then to the jeering crowd. She waves her hands at the FAWNatics and turns back to the action. But Suguitan gets a little more action than she expects. Bearing down on her is the lowered shoulder of Gretchen and Portia's stepmom BURIES it into Suguitan's golden-brown midriff. Alexis folds around the joint and is lifted off her feet before being DRIVEN into the thinly-padded floor. Gutted by Gretchen, Alexis groans and gags beneath Vaughn-VanBuren who remains on all fours above the splayed Filipino. Raker's seen the attack and tosses her blonde ragdoll away, moving to the corner nearest the gold digger. "Bad miscalculation," Raker informs, "maybe your last."
Gretchen climbing off of Alexis, but before rising pounds a forearm down on to the brunette’s chest, looking up at the redhead the Trophy Wife says, “Really looks like you’ve made the mistake Rachel.” She points behind Rachel, the thought of a ready Bikini Teamer being behind her shoots through the Crimson Counselor’s mind. Ingrid though has only managed to crawl out to the middle of the squared circle, her head down as she tries to recover while Gretchen has Rachel’s attention. Portia’s step mom smiles as Raker turns back to her, “You’re just going to have to do it on your own Rachel, no more help.” To make her point Gretchen stomps down on Alexis’s golden brown tummy.
Rachel backs her way toward Ingrid, still chatting with GVVB. "And you're going to find out I haven't perjured myself." Raker waves in the direction of the ramp where Gretchen's stepdaughter and the newly minted Associate Kylie Sanders stride shoulder to shoulder toward the ring, a stranger sight perhaps never seen in all of FAWN's existence. Rachel smiles and waves at a suddenly less pleased Gretchen and turns to her almost forgotten foe. "GUFFFFF!" Ingrid, having made it to her feet, delivers a toe kick deep into Raker's gut, doubling over the lead counsel, Rachel's baby blues going wide.
The numbers game turning against her, Gretchen peels Alexis off the canvas and whips her into the security railing, the size of the Associates taken out of play, the Gold Digger still needs to deal with the accruing numbers. In the ring, Ingrid is at least keeping Rachel busy and the ViQueen takes Raker by the noggin. Gretchen moves around to the opposite side of the ring as Kylie and Portia arrive, hoping they may split to come at her and then the big brunette can deal with Kylie, safe in the knowledge Portia cannot touch her, though she can’t touch Portia either. Halstrom squeezes her headlock on Raker grinding Rachel’s head between forearm and hip. The tiny blonde takes off with Raker in tow hoping to drive her into the canvas with a bulldog before Rachel can escape.
Portia VanBuren...
Kylie Sanders...
It only takes a few steps for Ingrid to launch her legs into the air. The Swede sits out and PLANTS The Fixer’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood. Rachel bounces halfway up to kneeling before gravity stops her and pulls her down into another collision with the canvas, her mug again leading the way.
Seeing Portia and Kylie’s approach, Ingrid quickly shovels the dazed Associate to her back and covers the Red Menace with a crossbody pin, rolling Raker into a tight cradle for ONE…TWO…and Rachel fights free, spilling onto her side.
Seeing the solicitor’s survival, VanBuren and Sanders take a calculated risk Raker can keep from falling to the Bikini Teamer until the cavalry can arrive. But for now, the two FAWN icons stride purposefully around the ring, each taking an opposite direction to reach Baby’s stepmom.
Showing perhaps a little too much initiative, Sanders beats Portia to the raven-haired powerhouse and the two get to brawling right from Jump Street. It takes but a few connections between them for the bigger Gretchen to start making the bigger impacts and within a half-dozen seconds Kylie takes a knee, her head bobbling, hazel eyes glassy. The gold digger palms the top of the elfin blonde’s head.
“Nice recruit, Portia,” Vaughn-VanBuren snickers, right fist poised to send Sanders even lower. “But I thought you already had the has-been territory covered for your group.”
Gretchen turns to go nose to nose with the fuming VanBuren.
“Careful now,” the gold digger says, “you don’t want to touch me and have Daddy drop your allowance. Do you? I’m going to break your new toy the very same day you take it out of the box.”
In the ring, the Associates’ night is going no better. Ingrid sends a boot into Rachel’s ribs sending Raker to her back. As soon as she ends there, the lithe, tanned Scandinavian forward flips over the splayed counsel, her stems SLAMMING across Rachel’s throat and chest in an acrobatic leg drop. The redhead spasms, her legs pushing high into the air before she settles flat to the canvas once more. Hallstrom keeps her legs across Raker for the ONE…TWO…and again Rachel keeps the match alive by throwing a shoulder off the canvas.
While the FAWNatics groan in disappointment, their attention is very much diverted to the outside. There, a pained Alexis is to a seated position, but remains unable to rise, leaning against the steel barrier she’d rammed moments earlier. Not far away, Gretchen drops a big elbow to the crown of Kylie’s skull that crosses Sanders’ eyes, Ky not dropping to the floor from her kneel only because Vaughn-VanBuren still has a hold on her flaxen locks. Next to her father’s bride, Portia seethes, her ivory skin flushing.
“Your father always was a wise man,” Gretchen assures. “Good of him to stop you from getting yourself in over your head. You know I’d leave you a shell, just like I’m going to do to this poor pathetic trash you pulled off the pile.”
As Gretchen pulls a wobbly Kylie to her feet outside the ring, Ingrid is doing likewise to Rachel inside the squared circle. The blonde tugs Raker’s noggin into a tight front facelock and throws a limp arm of Rachel’s over her shoulder. Pressing her free hand into the redhead’s midriff, the slight Swede manages to vault Rachel off the deck. Hallstrom lifts the Associate so the crown of her head points to the mat then impressively holds Raker there for a tick or two before sitting out and PLANTING Rachel to the deck with her signature Rune Slam.
@ 1:29 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rb8XSum_eLg&feature=related ).
Ingrid hooks her arms behind the lifeless Raker’s knees, Rachel demolished between the Bikini Teamer’s extended gams. The crowd gleefully chants with the slaps of the mat for ONE…TWO…THRENOO! Somehow, the litigator resuscitates enough to kick her way free, leaving the seated Scandinavian flabbergasted.
The ref hops to his feet holding two fingers high. As he does, movement out of the corner of his eye is too much to miss. Gretchen, having swept an arm between Kylie’s legs from behind, dips and launches Sanders into the air and across her powerful shoulders. Gretchen’s arms swing around Kylie’s neck on one side and her legs on the other, capturing the Hawkeye in a Torture Rack.
As Vaughn-VanBuren bounces, Kylie howls in agony, waving her arms wildly as if to submit, the pain too much. The official demands Gretchen put the newly minted Associate down, but she grins in response.
“Disqualify me.”
Inside the ring, the tawny-skinned Swede maneuvers the shellshocked Raker so she can wrap her arms around the ivory thighs of the legal counsel. Though small of size, Hallstrom starts to tug a weakly wriggling Raker off the canvas, ready to put an end to this trial with the Valkyrie.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yEhoLGZgyb0)
But before the one-time tag champion can get Rachel situated, Alexis slides in the ring from the side opposite Gretchen’s fun. Popping to her feet, and with a kendo stick in hand, Suguitan CROWNS the Swede’s skull. Ingrid’s grip melts and she timbers to the deck, immediately in as bad a shape or worse than the reeling Raker.
As Suguitan scrambles for the exit, the gold digger, with her hands full of Hawkeye, screams at the ref to turn around. But by the time he does, the damage is done. Rachel crawls to the starfished Ingrid and throws an arm across her chest for the ONE…TWO…THRNOOO!
The FAWNatics explode in astonishment and delight, a seemingly unconscious Hallstrom throwing a shoulder up.
But their mood quickly changes to the polar opposite when, with the pin attempt having distracted everyone in the arena, Portia slipping on a familiar set of glittering, gilded gold knux, Baby lines up her stepmom and lowers the BOOM, jawjacking Gretchen into next week.
Lyle’s bride and a wailing Kylie tumble to the floor, the gold digger out cold from the gold quickly slipped off Portia’s fingers and tucked under the hem of her dress.
As a mewling Kylie works at the knots in her back, Portia stands in a straddle over her comatose stepmom.
“Guess this means Daddy likes me best, bytch.”
Though neither woman inside the ring looks all that much better than the coldcocked Gretchen, at least VB&A’s lead counsel is moving. It takes long seconds for the Red Menace to reach her feet and several more for her to approach anything near menacing, but she manages to pull a ragdolled Hallstrom to her feet and ‘hup’ the diminutive blonde into a fireman’s carry.
The FAWNatics know what’s in store and they plead with Ingrid to escape, but the blow from Alexis’ weapon has effectively anesthetized Ingrid. Rachel loops her near arm across the back of the Swede's neck and holds tight. With her other arm, she shoves Hallstrom’s legs up and off her shoulders, sending her foe’s torso and legs flailing out behind. Simultaneous with the shove, Raker sits out hard, driving the back of her foe's head and neck into the canvas, even as it's tucked under her arm.
And living up to its name, at least as far as Ingrid is concerned, the Riot Stopper leaves the Bikini Teamer unresponsive and spread-eagled. A quick float-around leaves Rachel tight atop her opponent in a lateral press. Sensing every bit of fight is gone from Ingrid, Raker doesn’t bother to hook a leg and the ONE…TWO…THREE…proves her right.
Rachel falls prostrate across her KOd foe while on the outside, an overjoyed Alexis quickly moves to join her. As the Filipino enters, the official, not wanting to be responsible for whatever VB&A has in mind, exits. And as the switch occurs, the ring announcer makes the result official.
“Your winner…via pinfall…The Fixer…Rachel Raker.”
The crowd already surly from Portia’s metal-aided sucker punch lets loose with a cacophonous round of jeers.
Still wincing, Kylie walks to VanBuren and gives her a supportive slap on the back. They both look down on the insensate gold digger, Portia clearly reveling in the sight.
“You took one for the team,” Baby notes in hushed tones to the elfin blonde. “I and we appreciate it. That cow is on the ground as much by your hand as mine.”
Kylie beams as VanBuren continues.
“You proved I’ve made another wise business decision. You’ll find out soon enough you’ve made one as well.”
The Hives "TICK TICK BOOM"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1M02bAWDFkI&ob=av2n
Ingrid pushes through the curtain, a ball of blonde motion. The blonde come out to a warm welcome from the FAWN crowd. The Swede is a huge fan favorite, her looks are just the beginning, Halstrom has shown herself to be a real battler even if she doesn’t always come out on top. Stopping at the top of the ramp Ingrid throws her arms in the air and when the next "BOOM" happens in the song the tiny Viking throws her arms down and loud pyro blasts boom on the sides of the stage.
The ring announcer makes the intro for the blondes, “Introducing first… she is 111 pounds of pure Swedish Sex appeal…From Halstrom Sweden… Ingrid Halstrom!
Ingrid Halstrom
Ingrid wears a blue bikini with yellow crosses on her breasts and matching bottoms, the flag of Sweden has never looked better. Her pads are black with Swedish flags on the knee pads. Halstrom’s long blonde hair is pulled back in a fighting ponytail, she looks ready for tonight’s battle.
The Swede dances down the aisle slapping the out stretched hands of the fans along the rails, at times stopping to dance with hips flying Ingrid works her way around the ring. Halstrom greets many of the fans, Ingrid stops short as she finds a fan has done a sign for her, excited Ingrid literally bounces as she reads, “The VIQUEEN will Cease and Desist the Associates!”
Ingrid gives her supporter a big hug, which probably will lead to many more signs for next time, she then rolls under the bottom rope popping to her feet quick. Ingrid steps on the bottom rope and leans far over the top rope saluting the crowd.
Ingrid moves to her corner allowing the referee to check her pads and boots, even giving the lucky man a little shimmy as he does his job. Halstrom waits for the arrival of Associate, the blonde stretching while she waits. The Swedish flyweight’s face scrunches up as she waits for the former inmate.
With the former Eurasian titleholder safely centered in the ring, 'Dark Horses'
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_5oE0ijhKg )
takes the place of the Swede’s entrance melody and the crowd immediately turns to a darker place, releasing a mixture of positive and negative though with her recent association the latter overwhelms the former. This is particularly the case when the Fixer strides through the curtain with a fellow Associate on her shoulder.
The lead counsel and her muscle, the junior member of VB&A at her side, head directly for the ring without delay, avoiding any contact with the reaching hands of the FAWNatics. The Fixer’s attire is eye-catching to say the least, a sleeveless crimson one piece featuring a plunging ‘V’ neckline, wide lapels, an exceptionally high military style collar and three shiny black buttons descending in a straight line from the tip of the ‘V’ to just below her navel. The look was completed with glossy black pads and boots. The announcer pushes his voice over the music and crowd.
“And introducing her opponent, accompanied by Alexis Sugutian, representing VanBuren & Associates, hailing from Willow Grove Connecticut, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds, she is the Fixer… RACHEL RAKER!”
Rachel Raker...
Alexis Suguitan...
Having cast her lot with the Trust Fund Terror, Rachel’s response is an unforgiving barrage of jeers and catcalls. Barely registering their reaction one way or the other, Raker and Suguitan make their way to the squared circle with an unbreakable focus.
Reaching the ring, each Associate walks around in an opposite direction. Within, Ingrid keeps her head on a swivel to keep track of both. The women meet in their chosen corner and while the powerpacked Alexis remains on the floor, Rachel rolls underneath the bottom rope and pops to her feet, bouncing and stretching, businesslike in every way.
The Crimson Counsel turns and climbs the corner to the middle ropes and raises a fist in recognition of those who recognize the value of a job well done, no matter for whom it is done. Hopping down shortly thereafter, she shares a word with the Filipino force in her corner and turns, composing an opening statement for the Bikini Team member while the referee inspects her wrists, elbows and knees.
Satisfied, the man calls for the bell and Raker wheels out of her corner to the right, stretching her arms out in front of her, and wriggling her fingers.
Ingrid bounces out of her corner, giving up a good bit of size against the redhead she keeps her distance trying to get a gage on Rachel’s movements. Halstrom quickly shuffles by the spot close to the Associate on the outside of the ring not wanting to give Alexis a chance to get involved. Raker turns in a tighter circle keeping the blonde in front of her. The Swede moves in raising her arms for the lock up, Rachel seems more than willing to meet her head on. Together the two beauties tie up with a slight smacking of flesh, Ingrid’s legs and buttocks quivering to hold her place against the bigger and stronger woman. The Crimson Counsel moves her hand from the back of the Swede’s neck up to the ponytail and yanks backwards sending Ingrid down to the canvas on her tight little rump.
Ingrid booty scoots back a few feet a hurt look on her face rubbing her scalp, “Hey! She’s cheating.” Unfortunately the referee was behind Rachel at the time of the infraction and missed it completely. Halstrom climbs back to her feet frustrated, but ready for another chance at the redhead.
Rachel motions Halstrom up. "I've done my due diligence, sweetheart. You're better than you look, but you're of no danger to me." The words drive the blonde up faster than the action and they lock up in a more a standard collar-and-elbow, each struggling for an advantage until Raker pulls the Swede into a tight side headlock, wrenching away on Halstrom's noggin. Rachel balls her opposite hand and turns the bodies of both women away from the zebra, ready to deliver a series of punches to the flawless features of her foe outside the sight of the law.
Ingrid pushes on Raker’s hips trying to pop her head out the back, but Rachel moves her to the right angle and unleashes the barrage of fists slam into the pretty blonde’s forehead and the bridge of her nose. The referee races around as Ingrid stomps her feet and waves her arms, but the Crimson Counsel turns with him keeping the zebra on her hip and clueless to the slight in fraction. Rachel loads up one final push that sends Halstrom stumbling back to another booty landing on the canvas. The stunned Viqueen sits glassy eyed on the mat while Rachel holds her hand up claiming the blow was a palm strike not the closed fist it was.
Raker slides by the ref and delivers soccer kicks to the downed Swede's ribs. Ingrid is sent rolling toward the edge of the mat. Directly in front of the striped-shirt, Rachel raises her right hand high and balls it into a fist. "You want to see what I can do with this?" The man grabs Rachel by the arm and insists she open the hand. But while the two have, at least on Rachel's part, a choreographed conversation, Alexis reaches in to grab a handful of flaxen locks and pull Ingrid's upper half under the bottom rope so she can lay a heavy-handed forearm beatdown on the Bikini Teamer.
The first trio of forearms slam down across Ingrid’s shoulder blades with loud thumps, Alexis then flips the tiny blonde over and rains down the forearms to Ingrid’s chest and bosom. Rachel keeps her side bar with the referee going as the Filipino hammers away. Finally Rachel shouts “FINE HAVE IT YOUR WAY!” as a signal to the junior partner, and Suguitan shoves the Swede back under the ring ropes where Rachel can easily gather the blonde.
Moving to Hallstrom, the VB&A barrister plucks Ingrid off the canvas and to her feet by the braincase. Leaning her deep into the cables, Raker bounds out with her foe and Irish whips the Bikini Teamer off to the far ropes. Waiting a tick or two, Rachel takes off after her moving target, planning on making a particularly harsh point with a Running STO that would let Ingrid know she wouldn't be getting off with a slap on the wrist tonight.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Knibgj3w89M )
When she bounces off the ropes Ingrid heads right towards the approaching Lead Counsel, Rachel closes is with speed arm extended. Raker hooks her leg behind Halstrom’s as her arm catches Ingrid across the throat, the blonde’s feet go out from under her flipping her over so she comes down on the back of her neck. Ingrid’s legs fold up over, the toes of her boots hitting the canvas above her head. The FAWNatics don’t enjoy the action and boo heartily, but Rachel ignores the gallery and moves around putting her palms on the Swede’s up turned rump keeping her match booked on the mat as the referee gets down on the canvas.
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Halstrom flops to the side, having kept herself alive but remaining in serious trouble. Raker rises above the dazed Swede and lands a boot to Ingrid's belly, then bosom then head before moving on her way to the nearest corner. Reaching the buckles, she scales them carefully before spinning to face her target. Alexis tries to raise some applause for the Fixer, but it's a futile attempt. Instead, the FAWNatics plead for Hallstrom to move before Rachel can launch from a stance on the top buckle. Raker takes to the sky like a missile, her body in a tight single file, head leading the way as she hopes to nail the Swede with a Diving Headbutt.
@ 1:32 ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1aUNzS25WA ).
Ingrid remains motionless as Rachel makes her accent, and is still ideal when the Associate takes flight. The crowd warns the blonde of the imminent danger, Raker flies on course. At the last moment, the former EusAsian champ rolls away, leaving the redhead to plow head first into the thinly padded plywood. The fans cheer for the first time since Ingrid’s entrance as Alexis throws her arms in the air at the turn of events. Ingrid crawls to the ropes using the strands to help get back to her feet, Rachel rolls to her back hand pressed against her forehead. Ingrid takes several deep breaths before while she waits for Rachel to rise, the Viqueen waiting to deliver a drop kick to the redhead.
Raker makes it to her haunches, seemingly stopped there from a wave of pain from her noggin. Wincing, she halts her rise to muster the balance to make it the rest of the way. Ingrid, however, has no reason to wait that long. Racing to the Associate, she leaps, her boots leading the way. And the dropkick THUMPS into the chin of Rachel, folding Raker, thighs on calves, her head and shoulders on the canvas. Trying to get her folded legs out from underneath, Rachel lolls to the side and keeps rolling.
Reaching her chest, she pushes up to all fours but Hallstrom is upon her quickly, delivering a kick to Rachel's ribs that sends the redhead barrel rolling to the deck. A gagging Raker ends on her backside, propping up her top half with palms pressed to the canvas. She holds one up one plaintively as she butt scoots away from the advancing blonde, calling for a continuance.
The Swede following the retreating litigator keeps Rachel crab walking and booty scooting towards the corner she earlier leaped from. With her back to the turnbuckles Raker demands that the official back the blonde off, but before her appeal is heard Halstrom stomps a boot down on the redhead’s tummy. Ingrid uses the referee’s count to stomp a mudhole into Rachel’s chest and stomach. Having bent the rules a bit Ingrid turns at four and races back to the middle of the ring before she turns racing back looking to give Raker the Swedish version of a bronco buster.
On the outside, Alexis races to her fellow Associate while Ingrid moves to the middle. When the Bikini Teamer turns and sprints toward the dumbfounded lawyer, a busting to be done, Suguitan is able to grab a wrist of Raker and pull her out of harm's way, namely to the outside where Alexis hugs her business partner close, helping keep Rachel on her feet. Offering assurances, Alexis supports the Fixer under a shoulder, keeping Raker vertical. "Clipboard. Let me see it," Raker demands. Alexis nods, helping her back toward the Associate corner, apparently so Rachel can adjust an erroneous strategic point.
Rachel makes her escape before Ingrid commits with a leap, so the Swede pulls up before falling into any trap. Halstrom throws her hands in the air, and then turns to the referee, but the man is little help other than beginning to count out the lead counselor. The tiny Viqueen decides to take a more direct route, as the Associates make their way towards their corner Ingrid turns racing for the opposite ropes. Bouncing off the strands the Former EurAsian Champ speeds across the ring her aim is a suicide dive into both of the members of VanBuren & Associates.
Comfortable in their pair, Alexis and Rachel stride back to the corner for their sidebar and review of the notes on the Swede. But the blonde decides she'll interject before the Associates can reach their conference area. Flying between the top and middle strands, the tanned Bikini Teamer puts her lithe body on the line and strikes paydirt. SLAMMING into the twosome, both Associates bigger than her, Hallstrom uses her velocity as a weapon and sends both Sugutian and Raker flying to the floor, the women ending in a three-way jumble of torsos and limbs. The FAWNatics chant 'HOLY SHYT' as the blonde on the top of the pile extricates herself and decides what to do with Rachel, Alexis or both.
Ingrid brushes away the weakly grabbing hands of both Rachel and Alexis, when she gets up right.
Halstrom stomps down on Suguitan’s tummy to keep her down while the Swede gets Raker back in the ring. The referee has started counting both women out, but Ingrid’s plan is to get things back in the ring as quickly as possible, and with Rachel. The Viqueen reaches down pulling Raker back to her feet and grabs her by the scruff of the neck and seat of the pants. Ingrid runs the redhead towards the ring tossing her into the ring under the bottom rope. Rachel rolls over several times before coming to a stop face up in the ring, the tiny blonde begins to climb on to the apron, but she’s caught by the Filipino on the outside. Alexis takes advantage of the referee checking on Rachel to slam a forearm into Ingrid’s back stunning the smaller woman. The junior partner knows she has to work quickly to avoid being caught by the zebra, Alexis wraps her arms around the Bikini Teamer’s waist and lifts. Alexis just drops down sending Ingrid face first into the ring apron, the Filipino rolls backwards looking like she’s still out from the suicide dive. Ingrid leans on the ring apron groaning weakly as she rubs her face.
The Fixer rolls to her feet, not quite as badly damaged as she'd led to believe and keen to take advantage of her junior partner's assistance. Rachel strides to the ropes and reaches through, snatching a double handful of flaxen locks. Hallstrom yips in pain as she's torn by her follicles to a stance on the outside apron. Raker transfers her grip to a front facelock. She reaches over the cables with her opposite hand to grab the very limited material on Ingrid's hip, ready to suplex the Swede up and over, both back into the ring and to a rather substantial meeting with the mat.
The FAWNatics try informing the referee of the cheating that took place and lead to Ingrid being in the clutches of the Crimson Counselor. Halstrom thinks about hooking her foot around the ring rope, but that thought comes a flash too late. Rachel doesn’t pause as she takes Halstrom to the apex and then falls with her as she suplexes the blonde to the thinly padded plywood. The impact bounces Ingrid up to a seated position her head thrown back, but the lack of air cause the scream to be a silent one.
Halstrom’s bust thrust forward as her spine tingles, the pain freezing her in place as Raker climbs to her feet to continue her argument.
Approaching from behind, the Associates' lead counsel wraps her hands around the back of Ingrid's neck and yanks the wincing blonde to her feet. With Hallstrom turned away from her, Rachel slips an arm through the legs of the diminutive Swede and pops the Bikini Teamer off the deck and across her shoulders, Ingrid pointed to the rafters. Arms wrapping around Ingrid's neck and legs, a delighted Raker marches around the ring with her cargo, driving sharp pains through Ingrid's backbone. Halting after a trip around the squared circle, the lawyer decides to cross-examine Hallstrom's vertebrae, dipping to pop the blonde off her shoulders, over her head, and down to bended knee when Raker genuflects, planning to plant Ingrid across with an Argentine Backbreaker
@ :55
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lo5bJxLm24k )
The tiny blonde’s arms and legs bounce wildly as she jostled across the bigger woman’s shoulders. Ingrid looks like a rag doll flopping around until Raker shrugs her off her shoulders. Halstrom sails over Rachel’s head as she drops down to a knee, the already abused spine slams down on to the redhead’s posted leg. Ingrid cries out in pain, she flops off Rachel’s thigh to the canvas where she rolls to her stomach, a hand going to her back as she moans in pain. Halstrom is motionless as the Crimson Counselor is about to continue her examination of this witness. A commotion starts to rise in the crowd, on her way through the fans is Gretchen Vaughn-VanBuren. Portia’s step mom not hiding the fact walks through the crowd, ignoring the fans that are excited to see her for a change.
Gretchen Vaughn-VanBuren...
Suguitan notices immediately, a snarl curling her lips. Alexis shouts at the ref, demanding he stop the match and remove Vaughn-VanBuren from the premises but the man seems totally uninterested in anything outside the ring. Inside the ring, the look of a blasted blonde seems to appeal to the Fixer and the redhead decides to continue to up the big impact quotient on the smaller grappler. Plucking Ingrid to her feet, Rachel slips under her flaccid near arm and surrounds the blonde's waist. Dipping slightly, the Associate prepares to lift Hallstrom off the deck, send her HIGH then send her DOWN with her signature 'Hard Time'.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=PR2PZQB-uU0 )
Ingrid eeps as Rachel drops one hand from her waist to her womanhood to get more leverage as she lifts the blonde. Halstrom slams down flat on her back again, wind knocked out of her lungs and the pain already in her spine leaves the former champ frozen in pain. Rachel climbs on top still unaware of the arrival of the Trophy Wife as Gretchen climbs over the security railing. Alexis stays on the opposite side of the ring as Gretchen takes up a spot at ring side, the brunette just watches for the moment. Rachel floats over covering Ingrid for a pinfall after hitting the Hard Times.
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOO!
Ingrid kicks out with a half second to spare, but getting her shoulder off the canvas was all the energy she has right now. Gretchen still watching tries to get Rachel’s attention just by walking up and down along the ring apron.
And she most definitely does after what Gretchen managed against the Associates both current and former not long ago. Raker turns to Alexis and demands she keep a wary eye on Vaughn-VanBuren and Suguitan nod, moving around a corner so he's only one away from where her fellow raven-haired grappler is stationed. "I advise you stay clear of this match," Raker alerts Portia's stepmom. "You aren't dealing with a Bug this time." Gretchen smiles broadly, shrugging. Positioning Ingrid on her backside, Rachel moves to a stance over her shoulders, leaning her crotch into the neck of her foe. She places her hands on either side and seemingly tries to twist the blonde's head off her shoulders
@0:05
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=eaWxba4jKQw )
The referee keeps his focus in the ring as Rachel pushes on the top of Ingrid’s head and pulls on her chin while leaning her weight on her as well. “Ingrid, You ok? You want to call it here say the word.” The ViQueen can shake her head or open her mouth much to answer, she waves a finger ‘no’ and begins kicking the heel of her boot into the canvas trying to find some relief or distraction from the pain. Gretchen sees Suguitan moving, and starts walking a bit closer to so now they are in the same side of the ring, but still at different corners. GVVB starts pounding on the ring apron in time with Halstrom’s heel kicks and the FAWNatics join in trying to help the ViQueen get out of the painful hold.
Deciding to go back to shattering what's left of the former Lightweight Champion rather than wearing her down. Raker dismounts the blonde. Raker spins around the front of the aching Hallstrom to land a soccer kick to her chest and then one to her chin, laying the blonde out on her back in a spreadeagle.
Raker strolls by Lyle's wife and points down at the Gold digger. "You're pushing your luck and it's going to run out." The redhead turns from Gretchen and moves to the corner nearest Alexis, climbing up and turning to a stirring Ingrid. She motions the blonde to rise and when Hallstrom does and turns in her direction, Rachel leaps toward the Scandinavian beauty with right arm drawn, ready to remove head from shoulders with a Diving Lariat.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoQeBhZnsdw ).
Staggering around Ingrid turns into Raker’s path, the redhead launching herself off the turnbuckle. Halstrom battered through the match, but during her feud with the Asian Invasion the ViQueen shows how resilient she can be. Ingrid ducks out of Rachel’s way, the extended arm passing inches over her ponytail. The Swede races to the corner hopping on to the middle strands looking to spin and send a drop kick at the turning Rachel. She might have succeed, but Alexis reaches out pulling her feet off the turnbuckles sending her face first into the canvas. The referee getting out of the way of the Associate in the ring, missed the actions of the one on the outside, but Gretchen did see Suguitan. The Gold Digger had her excuse now heads towards the Filipino. In the ring Rachel again is delivered a gift as Ingrid tries to crawl up to her feet.
And while Raker accepts her present, pulling the Swede up on rubbery legs, Alexis protests her innocence first to the accusing eye of the referee and then to the jeering crowd. She waves her hands at the FAWNatics and turns back to the action. But Suguitan gets a little more action than she expects. Bearing down on her is the lowered shoulder of Gretchen and Portia's stepmom BURIES it into Suguitan's golden-brown midriff. Alexis folds around the joint and is lifted off her feet before being DRIVEN into the thinly-padded floor. Gutted by Gretchen, Alexis groans and gags beneath Vaughn-VanBuren who remains on all fours above the splayed Filipino. Raker's seen the attack and tosses her blonde ragdoll away, moving to the corner nearest the gold digger. "Bad miscalculation," Raker informs, "maybe your last."
Gretchen climbing off of Alexis, but before rising pounds a forearm down on to the brunette’s chest, looking up at the redhead the Trophy Wife says, “Really looks like you’ve made the mistake Rachel.” She points behind Rachel, the thought of a ready Bikini Teamer being behind her shoots through the Crimson Counselor’s mind. Ingrid though has only managed to crawl out to the middle of the squared circle, her head down as she tries to recover while Gretchen has Rachel’s attention. Portia’s step mom smiles as Raker turns back to her, “You’re just going to have to do it on your own Rachel, no more help.” To make her point Gretchen stomps down on Alexis’s golden brown tummy.
Rachel backs her way toward Ingrid, still chatting with GVVB. "And you're going to find out I haven't perjured myself." Raker waves in the direction of the ramp where Gretchen's stepdaughter and the newly minted Associate Kylie Sanders stride shoulder to shoulder toward the ring, a stranger sight perhaps never seen in all of FAWN's existence. Rachel smiles and waves at a suddenly less pleased Gretchen and turns to her almost forgotten foe. "GUFFFFF!" Ingrid, having made it to her feet, delivers a toe kick deep into Raker's gut, doubling over the lead counsel, Rachel's baby blues going wide.
The numbers game turning against her, Gretchen peels Alexis off the canvas and whips her into the security railing, the size of the Associates taken out of play, the Gold Digger still needs to deal with the accruing numbers. In the ring, Ingrid is at least keeping Rachel busy and the ViQueen takes Raker by the noggin. Gretchen moves around to the opposite side of the ring as Kylie and Portia arrive, hoping they may split to come at her and then the big brunette can deal with Kylie, safe in the knowledge Portia cannot touch her, though she can’t touch Portia either. Halstrom squeezes her headlock on Raker grinding Rachel’s head between forearm and hip. The tiny blonde takes off with Raker in tow hoping to drive her into the canvas with a bulldog before Rachel can escape.
Portia VanBuren...
Kylie Sanders...
It only takes a few steps for Ingrid to launch her legs into the air. The Swede sits out and PLANTS The Fixer’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood. Rachel bounces halfway up to kneeling before gravity stops her and pulls her down into another collision with the canvas, her mug again leading the way.
Seeing Portia and Kylie’s approach, Ingrid quickly shovels the dazed Associate to her back and covers the Red Menace with a crossbody pin, rolling Raker into a tight cradle for ONE…TWO…and Rachel fights free, spilling onto her side.
Seeing the solicitor’s survival, VanBuren and Sanders take a calculated risk Raker can keep from falling to the Bikini Teamer until the cavalry can arrive. But for now, the two FAWN icons stride purposefully around the ring, each taking an opposite direction to reach Baby’s stepmom.
Showing perhaps a little too much initiative, Sanders beats Portia to the raven-haired powerhouse and the two get to brawling right from Jump Street. It takes but a few connections between them for the bigger Gretchen to start making the bigger impacts and within a half-dozen seconds Kylie takes a knee, her head bobbling, hazel eyes glassy. The gold digger palms the top of the elfin blonde’s head.
“Nice recruit, Portia,” Vaughn-VanBuren snickers, right fist poised to send Sanders even lower. “But I thought you already had the has-been territory covered for your group.”
Gretchen turns to go nose to nose with the fuming VanBuren.
“Careful now,” the gold digger says, “you don’t want to touch me and have Daddy drop your allowance. Do you? I’m going to break your new toy the very same day you take it out of the box.”
In the ring, the Associates’ night is going no better. Ingrid sends a boot into Rachel’s ribs sending Raker to her back. As soon as she ends there, the lithe, tanned Scandinavian forward flips over the splayed counsel, her stems SLAMMING across Rachel’s throat and chest in an acrobatic leg drop. The redhead spasms, her legs pushing high into the air before she settles flat to the canvas once more. Hallstrom keeps her legs across Raker for the ONE…TWO…and again Rachel keeps the match alive by throwing a shoulder off the canvas.
While the FAWNatics groan in disappointment, their attention is very much diverted to the outside. There, a pained Alexis is to a seated position, but remains unable to rise, leaning against the steel barrier she’d rammed moments earlier. Not far away, Gretchen drops a big elbow to the crown of Kylie’s skull that crosses Sanders’ eyes, Ky not dropping to the floor from her kneel only because Vaughn-VanBuren still has a hold on her flaxen locks. Next to her father’s bride, Portia seethes, her ivory skin flushing.
“Your father always was a wise man,” Gretchen assures. “Good of him to stop you from getting yourself in over your head. You know I’d leave you a shell, just like I’m going to do to this poor pathetic trash you pulled off the pile.”
As Gretchen pulls a wobbly Kylie to her feet outside the ring, Ingrid is doing likewise to Rachel inside the squared circle. The blonde tugs Raker’s noggin into a tight front facelock and throws a limp arm of Rachel’s over her shoulder. Pressing her free hand into the redhead’s midriff, the slight Swede manages to vault Rachel off the deck. Hallstrom lifts the Associate so the crown of her head points to the mat then impressively holds Raker there for a tick or two before sitting out and PLANTING Rachel to the deck with her signature Rune Slam.
@ 1:29 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rb8XSum_eLg&feature=related ).
Ingrid hooks her arms behind the lifeless Raker’s knees, Rachel demolished between the Bikini Teamer’s extended gams. The crowd gleefully chants with the slaps of the mat for ONE…TWO…THRENOO! Somehow, the litigator resuscitates enough to kick her way free, leaving the seated Scandinavian flabbergasted.
The ref hops to his feet holding two fingers high. As he does, movement out of the corner of his eye is too much to miss. Gretchen, having swept an arm between Kylie’s legs from behind, dips and launches Sanders into the air and across her powerful shoulders. Gretchen’s arms swing around Kylie’s neck on one side and her legs on the other, capturing the Hawkeye in a Torture Rack.
As Vaughn-VanBuren bounces, Kylie howls in agony, waving her arms wildly as if to submit, the pain too much. The official demands Gretchen put the newly minted Associate down, but she grins in response.
“Disqualify me.”
Inside the ring, the tawny-skinned Swede maneuvers the shellshocked Raker so she can wrap her arms around the ivory thighs of the legal counsel. Though small of size, Hallstrom starts to tug a weakly wriggling Raker off the canvas, ready to put an end to this trial with the Valkyrie.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yEhoLGZgyb0)
But before the one-time tag champion can get Rachel situated, Alexis slides in the ring from the side opposite Gretchen’s fun. Popping to her feet, and with a kendo stick in hand, Suguitan CROWNS the Swede’s skull. Ingrid’s grip melts and she timbers to the deck, immediately in as bad a shape or worse than the reeling Raker.
As Suguitan scrambles for the exit, the gold digger, with her hands full of Hawkeye, screams at the ref to turn around. But by the time he does, the damage is done. Rachel crawls to the starfished Ingrid and throws an arm across her chest for the ONE…TWO…THRNOOO!
The FAWNatics explode in astonishment and delight, a seemingly unconscious Hallstrom throwing a shoulder up.
But their mood quickly changes to the polar opposite when, with the pin attempt having distracted everyone in the arena, Portia slipping on a familiar set of glittering, gilded gold knux, Baby lines up her stepmom and lowers the BOOM, jawjacking Gretchen into next week.
Lyle’s bride and a wailing Kylie tumble to the floor, the gold digger out cold from the gold quickly slipped off Portia’s fingers and tucked under the hem of her dress.
As a mewling Kylie works at the knots in her back, Portia stands in a straddle over her comatose stepmom.
“Guess this means Daddy likes me best, bytch.”
Though neither woman inside the ring looks all that much better than the coldcocked Gretchen, at least VB&A’s lead counsel is moving. It takes long seconds for the Red Menace to reach her feet and several more for her to approach anything near menacing, but she manages to pull a ragdolled Hallstrom to her feet and ‘hup’ the diminutive blonde into a fireman’s carry.
The FAWNatics know what’s in store and they plead with Ingrid to escape, but the blow from Alexis’ weapon has effectively anesthetized Ingrid. Rachel loops her near arm across the back of the Swede's neck and holds tight. With her other arm, she shoves Hallstrom’s legs up and off her shoulders, sending her foe’s torso and legs flailing out behind. Simultaneous with the shove, Raker sits out hard, driving the back of her foe's head and neck into the canvas, even as it's tucked under her arm.
And living up to its name, at least as far as Ingrid is concerned, the Riot Stopper leaves the Bikini Teamer unresponsive and spread-eagled. A quick float-around leaves Rachel tight atop her opponent in a lateral press. Sensing every bit of fight is gone from Ingrid, Raker doesn’t bother to hook a leg and the ONE…TWO…THREE…proves her right.
Rachel falls prostrate across her KOd foe while on the outside, an overjoyed Alexis quickly moves to join her. As the Filipino enters, the official, not wanting to be responsible for whatever VB&A has in mind, exits. And as the switch occurs, the ring announcer makes the result official.
“Your winner…via pinfall…The Fixer…Rachel Raker.”
The crowd already surly from Portia’s metal-aided sucker punch lets loose with a cacophonous round of jeers.
Still wincing, Kylie walks to VanBuren and gives her a supportive slap on the back. They both look down on the insensate gold digger, Portia clearly reveling in the sight.
“You took one for the team,” Baby notes in hushed tones to the elfin blonde. “I and we appreciate it. That cow is on the ground as much by your hand as mine.”
Kylie beams as VanBuren continues.
“You proved I’ve made another wise business decision. You’ll find out soon enough you’ve made one as well.”