Post by SammieSinclair on May 10, 2015 21:26:21 GMT
The Pay-per-view crowd settles down after the previous match as the house lights dim. Through this darkness, the speakers hissed softly, then offered up something so ordinary, but so out of place that it set the FAWNatics abuzz with curiosity. It wasn’t a wailing guitar riff or pounding drumbeat that tolled through the cavernous space, it was the brassy, resonant CLANG-CLONG of church bells.
Wedding bells, to be more precise.
The bells chimed half a dozen times before fading out and in their place rose a high, keening tone that folks took to be ringing in their ears before coming to realize it was a steadily held organ note. Eventually the organ faded out too and by then those with a knack for such things had recognized the tune as A.F.I.’s ‘Prelude 12-21’
KISS MY EYES AND LAY ME TO SLEEP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CrZkrEZ9C8Y
‘This is what I brought you, this you can keep.
This is what I brought, you may forget me.
I promise to depart, just promise one thing.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.’
The end of the first verse brought a single blue-white spotlight to the stage and where there had been nothing earlier, a solitary figure stands.
The light drops and the music ends.
The lights crack back on and,
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Begins play
By now a good number of fans were in the know of the issues Gretchen had gone through, as the ring announcer greets her, “And introducing first, she weighs in at one hundred and forty-one pounds, she is…GRETCHEN VAUGHN!”
Gretchen Vaughn-Van Buren
Gretchen has given up her normal ring gear, but her attire looks very familiar. Tonight the busty brunette is wearing a simple black bikini with green dollar signs on each bosom and her matching black bottoms. The Gold Digger finishes off the outfit with simple black pads and boots.
Offering no response to the boos and cheers, the soon to be ex-Vaughn-VanBuren traverses the ramp without a word, then climbed the ring steps and waits on the apron, looking around the arena the brunette slips through the ropes. Gretchen moves to the center of the ring, her arrival in the squared circle brought the lights back with a muted ‘thoomp’.
Vaughn-VanBuren runs the ropes a few times before stopping again in the center of the ring giving the crowd a crooked smile, clearly she has planned for tonight. Gretchen turns to the referee, “This is going to be ugly, I’m going to do things to Portia that her asshole father will feel.”
Portia Van-Buren
There is no reveling in the hatred tonight. Redfaced and furious, Baby doesn’t seem to realize anyone else is in the arena but the woman wearing HER gear and most of the morons seeming to think to better effect.
The sinewy blonde grits her perfect pearlies as she offers a familiar toss of her flaxen mane from one side to the other. VanBuren is striking in a chromatically inverted version of her foe’s battle fatigues.
Her customary scant black string bikini and green sequin dollar sign is stood on its head, with the blonde in a daring emerald green two-piece with black dollar sign on her infamous and flawless derriere. Baby’s uva-nourished, ivory skin glows next to the bright green swatches, her attire completed with black pads but green boots, the footwear containing the black outline of the state of New Jersey, an iconic red circle with a slash superimposed atop the Garden State.
Her stride growing faster, the blonde patrician reaches the ring, circling as she growls at her soon-to-be former stepmother. Reaching the steps, the ring announcer breaks in.
“And her opponent… NOT Accompanied to the ring by her fellow partners in VanBuren & Associates.”
The assembled cheer loudly while VanBuren bears her snarling teeth while she reaches the apron and slides through the ropes carefully, her emerald eyes never leaving the woman she would leave penniless, or at least without any VanBuren pennies to speak of.
“…from Manhattan and Easthampton, New York and Monaco City, Monaco, standing five feet seven inches tall and weighing in at 120 pounds, she is Lyle VanVuren’s pride and joy, the former TWO TIME FAWN World Champion, and the only real VanBuren in the ring… Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV!”
Portia moves to the corner opposite Gretchen and calls for a microphone. One is hurriedly dispatched to her.
“Just so you people who live under a rock are aware and I suspect that’s at least half. Tonight. Miss Slimy Golddigger over there not only loses her name with the loss I’m going to beat her over the head with, but she loses all the money that goes with it. No settlement. Nada.”
Portia turns her gaze solidly toward the big raven-haired grappler in black, her black.
“Never get in a fight over cash with a VanBuren, bytch. You really should have known that already.”
Portia turns to the nearest lens and purses her lips to give a smooch.
“I love you, Daddy. This beatdown is for you.”
Portia tosses the microphone to the flunky on the floor and gets in a few final stretches as the crowd lets loose with some last pre-match jeers at Fortune’s Favorite.
The FAWNatics clearly have picked a side, and it’s the brunette’s. Gretchen leans in her corner as Portia stretches, she seems less than impressed with her step daughter. Pushing off the pads Vaughn takes just a few steps out into the ring, “What’s the reverse of an Oedipus Complex? You wish you could have been me.” Cupping her bosoms she adds, “And not just for the obvious reasons.” Gretchen hopes that brings Baby out of her corner with speed so she can light her up with a clothesline to start the match.
Portia smirks at her shoe tops, shaking her head, blonde hair rocking from side to side. "All you're proving is what a crazy bytch you are, Gretch." VanBuren strolls a few steps. "And why Daddy was right to kick you to the curb." Her meandering instantly turns into a sprint toward Vaughn, ruby nails bared to give Gretchen's scalp a not so invigorating massage. But as Portia gets within arm's length, Vaughn surges forward, catching VanBuren flush across the clavicle, ripping the slender socialite off her moorings, Baby splattering to the deck with a reverberating THUMP. Not waiting for any further foreplay, the ref calls for the bell and the timekeeper obliges.
Gretchen turns herself around after leveling Portia, the Gold Digger reaches down for a handful of golden locks, “You should have brought that whore house you call a law firm with you.” Bringing Baby back to her feet roughly Vaughn spins her around pushing her towards the pads of the corner Vaughn just left. To keep the blonde from getting her stems back under her Gretchen gut punches Portia once. The referee wants them out of the corner, but Gretchen ignores him and stings the blonde’s bosom with a quick chop. Gretchen reaches for one wrist to whip Portia across the ring, but Baby brings her other hand up raking her eyes. Vaughn cries, “BEOYTCH!” as she stumbles away along the ropes blindly.
The crowd reacts in feral fashion, disgusted if unsurprised by the vicious act. Never one for misunderstanding her situation or failing to take a shortcut, VanBuren chases after her retreating stepmom. Giving up size and power to the gold digger, Portia is more than ready to go low to save a huge chunk of the family fortune. The blonde geunflects behind the blinded Gretchen and draws back a bowed right arm like a pendulum, ready to swing it forward, part Vaughn's thighs and cut the slut down to size.
Some of the FAWNatics try warning the Trophy Wife, but Gretchen’s movements are too slow and Portia catches her and brings her thin forearm speeding up between her wickets. Vaughn wails and white knuckles the top ring rope to keep from toppling over, her knees knock and if her eyes weren’t watering from the rake then are now rimmed from the pain down below. Portia slowly drawls her arm from between Gretchen’s thighs before standing and admiring her work.
"I can ask Daddy to give you a bus fare to Tampa if you quit right now. You can hit the retirement homes in St. Pete by the time the early bird special is being served." Portia cackles as she grabs a wrist and spins the pained visage of Vaughn toward her. VanBuren deftly ducks under a wayward right fist and uses the momentum to launch the bigger, raven-haired grappler toward the opposite ropes. When Gretchen hits, Portia takes off like a shot. She'd never be known as one of the top athletes in FAWN but when it came to fundamentals she could be as crisp as anyone when properly motivated and with 25 percent of Lyle's wealth on the line, her dropkick is headed directly for Gretchen's chin.
There is an odd little gait to Gretchen’s run across the ring, but she stays up right and hits the opposite strands. Propelled back the brunette still has trouble focusing her vision through the watery view heads headlong into Baby’s boots as Portia elevates and tags Vaughn right on the chin. Gretchen blasted backwards lands starfished on the canvas her large breasts rolling in the bikini threatening to come free of their holders.
VanBuren clambers to her feet. "I believe two pails tied with string would be more appropriate for those udders," Baby chides. Portia gives each gurl a stomp, trying to flatten the oversized mushrooms but unable. Grabbing a handful of dark locks, VanBuren tugs Gretchen to her feet and walks her to the nearest set of ropes. Forcing Vaughn's eyes down across the top cable, Portia draaaags Vaughn's peepers along the abrading rubber-coated steel. Gretchen yelps in pain until the duo reaches the next set of buckles, where Portia draws back Gretchen's head and THUMPS it into the top. Slipping inside Gretchen and rising to a seat on the same buckle, Vaughn turned toward her, Portia starts to step off the middle ropes, prepared to ride Gretchen to the deck and flatten that chest more successfully with her Boob Job.
BOOB JOB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJs-L1k19lU
Portia’s assault on her step-mom is as vicious and relentless as the FAWNatics would expect. Before pride and hatred had been the driving forces, tonight is much more important to Baby, it’s about Money. The Senior Partner can’t pass up adding a little humiliation to the equations before she leaps, pulling Gretchen’s face into her crotch and scrubbing the Gold Digger’s face. Pushing off the ropes Portia starts her ride, it doesn’t take long to realize her destination has been re-routed. Gretchen stumbles back not going down though, her hands coming up to Portia’s small rump as she turns holding a shocked Baby aloft. Portia releases one of her hand holds on Gretchen’s hair raising a fist to try and pound her way off her hated rival’s shoulders, but the Trophy Wife falls forward power bombing the lanky blonde into the canvas. Gretchen bounces off her knees flopping over on her back as both women are laid out.
With the power of stepmom being brought to bear, Baby's body seems ready to explode when it hits the canvas, her limbs flying out to every position on the compass. When she skids to a stop, the glazed green of Portia's eyes blink wide and, as her senses return, so does the immense pain in her back. Portia arches in anguish, hand moving to the base of her backbone. Seeing Vaughn is still fighting to her feet feeds the head Associate enough adrenaline to reach hands and knees but the blonde stalls out, her body not responding to demands to get vertical. VanBuren does shove off her palms, making it to a kneel and, as Gretchen strides toward her, Baby throws a straight right at the gold digger's navel.
Gretchen is just reaching for a handful of hair when Portia’s right catches her in the tummy, she grunts loudly. Vaughn brings her knee up into Portia’s chest in return. Baby fires a second punch to the brunette’s tummy, this one doesn’t have nearly as much behind it. Gretchen pushes the blonde’s head down and swings her free arm like a hammer bringing it down across her shoulders sending Portia flat on the canvas again. The Gold Digger steps over Baby’s hips and bends down, Gretchen ready to show off more of her power by locking her step daughter in a full nelson and yanking her back up to her feet.
With the length but lacking the size of Mommy Dearest, Baby's efforts to first avoid Gretchen's snaking arms and then, once applied, fight her way free from the nelson, prove fruitless. Locked in, VanBuren is forced to join Gretchen on her boot soles, Vaughn tucked close behind her, waggling Portia's head violently from side to side. "Twenty-five percent," Vaughn whispers. "That's what YOU gave me when you signed this contract. Think Lyle will love you as much when that's in my account?" An exasperated Portia tries to throw an elbow to Gretchen's temple but the nelson is too secure, so Baby tries to fight her way to the ropes and step through before Gretchen can do any more damage.
The Trophy Wife forces Portia’s chin down into her chest, but the blonde keeps her legs moving. It’s not exactly a straight path, but she gets close enough to slip a leg through the ropes and demands, “Get this Jersey off me!” The referee agrees ordering Gretchen back, but the busty brunette has other plans pushing Portia chest first into the ropes dragging her smaller bosom along the ropes as the referee starts to count. The Gold Digger drops the full nelson and steps back at four, Portia barely has time to get out, “Cheating Bit” before Mommy Dearest moves back in and spins Baby around whipping her across the ring. While Lyle’s little girl crosses the ring Gretchen moves to the center waiting for Portia to powerslam her.
The slender socialite throws her body into the cables with the momentum Vaughn has provided. She rebounds at full speed, the head Associate staring down a roadblock in the form of her father's soon-to-be ex as she approaches. Showing no fear, Portia lowers a shoulder, determined to knock her rival flat and show who the REAL VanBuren is. But a split-second before the collision, Gretchen pivots slightly, plucks a racing Portia off the deck and lifts her in a speedy, front-flipping arc ending in a mat thumping slam that looks like it nearly sends Baby THROUGH the canvas. Instead, the blonde in color-of-money green bounces a full inch off the deck and spasms into a wincing bridge Vaughn flattens with a double axhandle to the gut.
Gretchen pushes Portia flat saying, “You’re not paying me by the hour, so let’s just get this over with.” The busty Brunette falls down on top of the blonde. Grinding her much bigger rack into Baby’s, the referee ready to make Gretchen a very rich woman.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Lyle had to breathe a deep sigh of relief as his daughter saves is wealth. The soon to be ex-Mrs. VanBuren looks annoyed, but planting one hand on breast the other on tummy she pushes up off Portia. Gretchen starts to bend down to pick Portia up, but changes her mind and stomps down on her stomach. The Trophy Wife’s second option is to turn to racing to the ropes and comes back to splash down across the Senior Partner.
The stunned socialite shakes her head, trying to slip some of her senses back into place. For whatever reason, Vaughn isn't on her, making her life miserable. And immediately what that means to Portia is she soon will be. Baby starts to fold her way up, emerald eyes shifting to find the wayward Trophy Wife. And quickly enough, VanBuren has far too much of the raven-haired Jersey in her grill. The curvy gold digger comes down like an avalanche of flesh atop one of the few women who could claim multiple World Title reigns. The resume doesn't help VanBuren at the moment however as Gretchen CRUSHES her stepdaughter in a crossbody sandwich, a huge exhale bursting through Portia's lips.
“That’s the sound of the money leaving your daddy’s account.” Gretchen snickers as she leaves her weight atop Portia. The Gold Digger again pushes up off Baby, half way up she reaches out for a handful of blonde follicles to bring the Senior Partner up with her. Portia looks like she could use a continuance right about now. Gretchen over rules that motion though and changes her grip to the scruff of Baby’s neck running her at the turnbuckles bouncing the blonde’s head off the top pad. Winded and woozy Portia is muscled around by step mom and propped in the corner while the busty brunette spins and runs to the center of the ring before spinning again this time racing back looking for a corner splash.
Like her infamous Bachelorette Party showdown with Gretchen, that was still talked about with reverence by FAWN execs, less so by VanBuren, Portia doesn't seem to have an answer for Vaughn's size and strength. Baby looks flaccid in the buckles as Gretchen sprints toward her. But when Vaughn leaps toward her avalanche collision, the lead Associate has enough to use the ropes to her left and yank herself free from the crash zone, leaving nothing but corner for the gold digger's destination. Gretchen THUMPS into the buckles, her head snapping back and around as she stumbles away. To her left. Portia races into action, VanBuren quickly catching her Stepmom with a side headlock. Surging forward with the staggering Vaughn, Portia leaps, legs extended, hoping to drive the Trophy Wife's skull into the canvas with a bulldog.
She only takes a few steps after gathering Gretchen before Portia leaps throwing her legs out almost like a drop kick as she rides the brunette down to the canvas with the bulldog. Vaughn kneels on the canvas with her head in the divot she left on impact. Portia takes several deep breaths, her pert bosom rising with each inhale. The break is a short one as she heads back towards Mommy Dearest, Gretchen only manages to flop over on to her right side with a groan as she holds a palm to her forehead.
Portia gathers the wrist attached to that palm and lifts it high, driving boots into Gretchen's ribs until she rolls to her chest. Once there, Baby snatches up the other and draws both arms high and behind Vaughn. In a standing straddle of the Trophy Wife, Portia places the sole of her right boot behind Gretchen's noggin as she pulls back on the arms, lifting the raven-haired grappler's upper half high. Portia shows no quarter will be given when it comes to saving VanBuren family funds and she CURBSTOMPS her rival's face into the deck with classic viciousness. Still holding onto Gretchen's wrists, Baby drops to a seat on Vaughn's pear-shaped behind, ready to work her Soho Surfboard, driving her boots into Gretchen's shoulderblades and yannking back on Vaughn's upper limbs.
The FAWNatics in front of her, see the panic on Gretchen’s face just before the curbstomp and the glassy vacant look when Portia pulls her back into the Soho Surfboard. The referee kneels out in front of the busty brunette, when he first asks if Vaughn wants to submit he gets no answer. Portia yells, “She’s out cold! Call it!” Gretchen’s dangling head comes up groaning, “Nooooo.” Portia leans back pulling more of the Gold Digger’s torso off the canvas, the muscles on Portia’s thighs standing out as she tries to pull Gretchen’s arms off. The Trophy Wife still refuses to give up her money.
After stretching the limbs for a dozen seconds, Portia finally releases, letting Vaughn flop to the mat. But Baby isn't done trying to wring a submission out of Daddy's soon-to-be ex. Rising to her knees, Portia exchanges both wrists for ankle. She lifts and twists the limb around the back of her neck and starts to scoot forward, bringing the limb with her as she tries to force Gretchen to capitulate, forcing the gold digger's toes ever closer to the top of her head with a modified Boston Crab
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Gretchen squirms looking over one shoulder then the other to try and find an escape from Portia’s latest torture hold. Portia scoots around and straightens up putting more pressure on the brunette’s leg. Vaughn still refuses to surrender what she’s come to believe to be her money. While the hold is painful Gretchen is able to move around a good bit trying to find that way out, but Portia adds a twist to the modified Boston Crab as she sinks strong fingers into the brunette’s defenseless neither region. Gretchen yelps in shocked pain, her movements slow, but she starts crawling towards the ropes trying to get their before the Lead Associate can do too much damage. Portia demands Gretchen’s submission, the referee offers, but finally Vaughn reaches the ropes and screams, “Get her off me!”
Portia screws her talons in for a full four-count before releasing both crotch and leg. She rises and lands a stomp to the base of Vaughn's spine as a temporary farewell, Baby hovering no more than a step away as Stepmom groans her way up with the help of the ropes. But when Portia finds Gretchen to be taking too much time in her less than humble opinion, she spins Vaughn to face the FAWNatics and starts to mount the Trophy Wife with a tight scissors around the ivory midriff of Mommy Dearest. VanBuren's arms start to wrap as well, Portia planning to choke as much life from Gretchen as the good graces of the official will allow.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-GRsq-sUsuY @ 0:39
Portia’s powerful legs stick out of the ring as she crushes Gretchen’s waist, and her choke hold also allows the blonde to dig into Vaughn’s pretty face as well. Baby rakes at eyes, nose, and even fish hooks the corner of Gretchen’s mouth, all within the new four count. The Lead Associate knows better to let her hatred over ride the business, getting disqualified would give Gretchen the money. Stepping back Portia makes sure the referee takes is attention back off her before she moves back and kicks Mommy Dearest in the navel. Gretchen grunts loudly as the air leaves her body from the boot, the referee orders Portia back again. Glaring at the official Baby does move back, but Gretchen sees an opening and sucking it up explodes off the ropes looking to clothesline Lyle’s little girl.
Confidence growing, VanBuren looks to keep the pressure on, stepping back to Vaughn and the well once too often as it turns out. For when an adrenaline-fueled Gretchen launches out of the cable, her right arm drawn, Portia is caught by surprise. The limb CRASHES across Baby's upper chest and sends her legs flying out in front of her. Back crashing to the deck, Portia nonetheless speedily scrambles to her feet, only to get decked again by another scythe-like swing. Determined but dizzied, Portia's second trip up isn't nearly as quick and has a significant wobble.
Gretchen never leaves her own shaky feet, Portia has given her a good beating here tonight. When VanBuren rises the second time she realizes Gretchen is behind her and panics spinning around, but the Gold Digger meets her with a boot to the tummy. The shot finds its mark and Portia doubles over the plaintiff pushes the Senior Partner now further reaching down her back and wrapping her arms around Baby’s tummy. The black clad brunette takes a deep breath before attempting to lift Portia up in a Canadian Backbreaker and deposit her in one of the corners.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=miOeTPa0u5c
Gretchen flips the slender socialite up her frame and Baby ends over Vaughn's right shoulder in an agonizing, upturned arch. A mewling VanBuren tries to wriggle free and slide down Gretchen's back but the clamps across the blonde's A-cups keep her strapped in place. The Trophy Wife marches around the ring, driving her shoulder into Portia's spine with every step, the Trust Fund Terror's emerald eyes cinching shut as its her turn to try and survive the pain. With the squirming of Lyle's only child contained, Gretchen sprints as fast as she's able with her cargo and sandwiches VanBuren into the deck with a violent impact. Portia shudders but somehow remains balled, overturned and on the top buckle, not to mention very vulnerable as the gold digger takes a stroll away from the corner.
The referee steps in to protect the vulnerable Baby, but can only do so much for her as Gretchen moves back in. Lyle’s soon to be ex-wife reaches out with claws bared starting on the back of Portia’s thighs she rakes over her up turned rump and down her back to her shoulders. Portia wails in pain wiggling trying to unhook herself, but after raking the flawless skin Gretchen kicks her in the spine knocking her off the turnbuckles into a heap. The Gold Digger backs up long enough to rest the referee’s counts, VanBuren tries getting up on her own, but the brunette is there to ‘help’ her up and leads her out into the ring. The FAWNatics give a cheer as they see Gretchen push Portia over at the waist and reach between her thighs from behind to set up the pumphandle facebuster Gretchen calls Hell Hath No Fury.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sr5AIFkAbqc
Drawing Portia's left arm between her legs, the raven-haired gold digger streches across her stepdaughter's back, snatching the opposite limb of the socialite in the process. With Portia turned pumphandle, the blonde squirms for freedom but doesn't manage before Vaughn launches her in a perilous flip. When Lyle's bride sits out she drops Portia face first into an explosive impact. The crowd groans in sympathy, if but for a second, as Baby bounces off the canvas from the force of the blow, rolling to a lifeless spreadeagle, Portia apparently being sent to hell with plenty of fury. The ref slides in to count to three which in this instance would mean millions...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOO!
Lyle keeps is place on the ranking of world Billionaires, at least for now. Gretchen looks at the referee unbelievingly asking, “Three?” the man holds up only two fingers. Vaughn runs a hand through her sweat soaked hair, but her attention quickly turns back to Baby. “The fans will have to forgive me, but you deserve this.” The Gold Digger pushes the blonde over on to her stomach kneeling between her extended legs. Gretchen slaps her hands on Portia’s hips lifting her butt up to give her access to the center of the green trunks. Lyle’s bride raises a hand fingers open as she prepares to give Lyle’s little brat a good mauling before taking his money.
Portia howls in anguish, fidgeting becoming flailing as her Stepmom resuscitates her in most foul fashion, driving her digits in below and squeezing for every dollar's worth. The claw into Portia's privates sends an electric shock of pain storming through the blonde. VanBuren's body seizes from the attack, her body spasming, her lips curling then opening in a shriek as Vaughn continues to make her husband's daughter a personal handpuppet. Baby tries to close her legs around the invasion, but the effort is a weak one, the blonde unable to lock the limbs around the choking grasp of her kitty. "STAHPPP" she sobs, her abs crunching her upper body off the mat, her own hands dipped into her blonde locks and tearing at her own mane to spread the pain.
Portia quickly lets the referee know she’s not submitting even though she really wishes Gretchen would stop. The Gold Digger gives her grip a final twist before roughly pulling her hand away from Poritia womanhood. Gretchen isn’t done with her mortal enemy, she grabs the waist band of Baby’s bottoms and pulls them up her back as far as the fabric allows giving Portia a painful wedgie to add to her problems. The Trophy Wife lays down on the mewling Senior Partner’s back whispering in her ear, “Just so you know, I’m going to make you give me the money Beoytch.” Gretchen hooks her arms under Baby pulling her up as she rises. Gretchen leads her foe to the center of the ring, it looks like she’s going to set her up for an atomic drop, but instead the brunette is going for her backdrop facebuster.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFpQaOEcnZk
With VanBuren in a bad way, the power of Gretchen really begins to show, Vaughn easily lifting the blonde to her feet and snuggling in close as she shifts to one side, encircling the socialite's waist. As Gretchen vaults Portia high, her stems even higher, VanBuren knows she's going to have her wickets split. AT the zenith, she pleads "no...no...no" but Vaughn catches her daughter napping instead going back in the direction of 'Hell Hath', SLAMMING Portia's face and chest first into the canvas in brutally powerpacked fashion. Baby remains splayed face down and unmoving, the crowd loving every seemingly inexorable second of Gretchen moving toward her just reward.
Since her home life started falling apart, Gretchen has found unsuspected support from the FAWNatics. In truth it maybe just their dislike of POVBIV than them liking the Gold Digger. Either way Gretchen gives the crowd a small salute before she reaches down grabbing for Portia’s back strap and her hair. The brunette doesn’t lift Baby this time, she just flips the blonde to her back. Vaughn strolls down to the Senior Partner’s long gams and picks up both ankles holding them up in a loose ‘V’. Portia squeals covering her crotch thinking her Step Mom is going to attack her sweet spot again, but the Trophy Wife steps one leg through and plants it next to Portia’s hip. Lyle’s only daughter is about to be locked in the Gold Digger’s figure four.
Baby is relieved for a moment, until she gets a better idea of what Vaughn has in store. She tries to pull her legs free of Gretchen's grip but the clawing of her crotch leaves the muscles in her legs in less than proper working order. Vaughn spins and knots her legs with Portia's then drops to the mat. She completes the four, locking the legs in place and leeeaning back. VanBuren's body is tortured anew by her Stepmom. She writhes in pain, rolling from one shoulder to another to keep from being pinned. Ripping at her own flaxen locks, Portia shouts an angry 'NO" at the ref when he inquires. She presses up to her palms and lobs a wad of saliva at Mommy, missing her face by an inch. The anger in Gretchen's eyes doesn't bode well, but before she can take it out on Lyle's only child, Portia tries rolling to her chest and reversing the Figure Four, extracting a little revenge on Vaughn.
The rocking gets both women on their sides, giving Portia some relief as Gretchen tries to force her back over. Portia has been fighting since she was a teen and that experience pays off, she times Gretchen’s movement perfectly and goes with it. The Gold Digger takes Baby to her back again, the blonde though uses that and they keep going over. Gretchen cries as she’s turned belly down and the strain is on her gams, Portia plants her palms on the canvas pushing her torso off the canvas turning up the pressure on the brunette’s shapely legs. The Trophy Wife’s face is twisted in pain, but Vaughn starts crawling and dragging herself and Baby towards the ropes. It’s a long trip and there are a few pauses, but finally she grabs on to the bottom strand crying, “Get this Beoytch off me!”
VanBuren feigns she can't unknot her legs so the ref provides an unwanted assist. Portia limps to her feet, her lower half aching. The blonde shakes out her legs and positions her patch of green more modestly. By the time she does, Gretchen is already on her feet and turning. Baby surges toward her rival, grimacing and grunting as she lifts a knee into Vaughn's chest. With Gretchen momentarily pacified, Portia snatches her wrists and spins so she's back to back with her soon-to-be ex-mommy. Gretchen's arms are drawn across her neck with Portia ready to sit out and advance her rising fortune and keep her Daddy's in place with a neckbreaker.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nEO3HPj8k44
Falling to the canvas Portia pulls Gretchen down snapping her neck over the blonde’s shoulder as they land with a loud crash. The impact bounces the busty brunette up to a seated position, she wraps her arms around her head holding her skull and neck. Portia sits up on her own turning over on all fours crawling over to Gretchen pulling her down by the shoulders going for a cover. The Lead Associate presses herself down across the brunette’s pillowy bosom hooking her leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOO!
Gretchen kicks out with half a second to spare, Portia swings a leg over her step mom grabbing a handful of hair lifting Vaughn’s head up. Baby hammers a right hand into her Father’s soon to be ex, “For you information, we added a clause. The loser has to pay the winner’s legal bills.” Portia hammers another closed fist into Gretcchen’s hair line, “So I’ll have Rachel set up a payment plan since you’ll be a broke ass skank.”
Portia lays an extra bytch slap as a calling card then rises, tugging Gretchen up with her. Taking a wrist, she heaves Vaughn toward the far buckles with surprising force. The Trophy Wife SLAMS into the buckles and drops to her behind. VanBuren is immediately sprinting toward her, leaping as she approaches to deliver a much-needed Facelift for Gretchen.
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Climbing off the dazed Gretchen, Portia boots the inviting chest of the gold digger a full ten-spot before dragging Gretchen to her feet. Stuffing her deep into the buckles, Vaughn slumping but upright, Baby turns and hops to the bottom ropes. "You can rip off my wardrobe," Portia snorts, "but you can't touch what's underneath...figuratively." WIth that, VanBuren peels her bottoms down just enough to give Gretchen an close-up view of a Bare Ass Market.
Observant fans notices the lack of tan line on Portia’s skin, Gretchen getting the best view doesn’t realize the fact. The Senior Partner presses her derriere against her hated rivals face scrubbing with vigor, and she keeps going as Gretchen sinks into the corner. The Bare Ass Market drives Vaughn down on to her bottom and the referee finally overcomes the shock and remembers to start a count on Baby. Portia uses all of the count to grind away on Mommy Dearest. When VanBuren steps away she leaves a greasey faced Gretchen sputtering in her wake and she pulls her bottoms back up to a more modest position. The Gold Digger turns her heads trying to spit the taste off her lips, her breasts now on the outside of their containers after Portia’s stomping.
"Humiliating you is just the cherry on top," Portia says, wide grin emerging. Baby grabs the wrists of her topless Stepmom and drags Gretchen several feet out of the corner. She drops the dazed Vaughn flat and gets in her face. "I'm going to pierce your black heart then take you for a drive in my 911, bytch. Then you can hit the streets and make your living outside of my sight." VanBuren heads for the nearest corner and climbs to the top, turning to face Gretchen. She signals to the crowd, drawing a resounding round of jeers, then lifts off in a high parbola toward her brokeass bytch of a Stepmom. She drops with right knee pointed to the cleft of Gretchen's uncovered bosom, ready to set the raven-haired gold digger up for the end.
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Many of the FAWNatics jump to their feet as Portia takes flight, the arc is true Portia driving her knee into Gretchen’s heart. Vaughn’s body jolts like she’s been electrocuted, her breasts rolling around her chest wildly. Portia executes a somersault after her landing and then one-eighties around to put an end to the nightmare that was her father’s marriage to this woman. Portia plants her palms on the ample bosom of the most hated Jersey she’s ever meet.
ONE…
TWO…
THRKICKOUT!
Gretchen shoots her arm up into the air pulling her shoulder up with only heartbeats to spare. Baby looks at the referee with a wave of anger. The crowd’s attention is pulled from the ring as someone walks through the curtain and down the ramp, but it’s not a wrestler, it’s Portia’s Daddy. Lyle is coming to the ring.
Lionel Van-Buren
A look of satisfaction on his face, Lyle strides to Portia's corner, Baby's green eyes locking on her Daddy. She mouths a "love you" and he nods in return but then motions to his soon-to-be-ex. Baby slaps the taste out of Gretchen's mouth. "You're going to be awake for this...for part of this." The slender socialite starts to scoot her undercarriage atop Gretchen's face, coming from forehead downward, ready to shut off all respiratory passages with a glory-grabbing sit on her Stepmom's features. And, to add to the moment, she plans to cradle up Gretchen's legs and finalize with a vengeful grasp of Gretchen's junk. Surely every FAWNatic understands this bytch is getting nothing less than the full Portia 911.
Lyle starts to a corner, but then changes his mind and motions to one of the ring attendants who brings him a chair. The FAWN minion holds the chair out for the Billionaire, Portia’s Daddy raises an eyebrow and the staffer gets the hind and opens the chair placing it and even wipes it down before Lyle takes the seat. Portia slides forward, and seeing the distended top she takes the time to rip it from this bytch that dared wear her outfit. Baby bends forward reaching for Vaughn’s legs, but the in trouble Gold Digger brings her right leg shooting up her knee blasting her step daughter in the noggin. VanBuren is knocked backwards. Gretchen turns over on to her stomach and crawls for the ropes, while Portia crawls to the opposite ropes. Lyle brushing off his pants leg doesn’t look up, “Portia, please stop fooling around this has already taken much too long.”
"Yes, of course, Daddy," Portia responds. She leans into the ropes behind her to add some immediate momentum and springs toward the glistening Vaughn. Racing to the gold digger leaning into the opposite cables, Portia extends her sinewy right stem, boot leading the way toward Gretchen's jaw with a Yakuza Kick
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A split-second before impact, the wobbly Gretchen spins out of the way and Portia's lead leg flies over the top cable, dragging the rest of Baby's body along. VanBuren ends riding the top rope, pain coursing through her already aching undercarriage as reflected by her pain-twisted features.
Gretchen falls back into the ropes bouncing Portia, which sends the rubber coated steel digging into her center. Whimpering VanBuren drawls the attention of the Trophy Wife, the sweat soaked brunette smiling as she takes the top strand in both hands, “Lyle said you always loved riding.”
Gretchen gets the ropes bouncing Portia bobbing on top of her steed, crying out with each jolt to her private area. The FAWNatics love it jeering at Portia like the crowd at a western bar watching someone ride the mechanical bull. The ride gets too wild and Baby is dismounted into a heap on the canvas, she curls up into a fetal ball hands wedged between her thighs. Gretchen moves over to the blonde hooking her under the arms and dragging her to the center of the squared circle. The Gold Digger said she would make Baby give her the money, sitting down behind the blonde, Vaughn wraps her legs around Portia to set up a Dragon Sleeper to convince VanBuren the pain isn’t worth the money.
Gretchen wraps her left arm around Portia's throat in a backhand grip and draws Baby's head back, arching VanBuren's back simultaneously. The blonde writhes within Vaughn's grasp, but the raven-haired grappler's scissors helps in keeping the slender socialite contained. Outside, Lyle straightens noticeably in his chair. He adjusts his tie, but holds his tongue. The official asks if VanBuren wants to give in, but Portia shakes her hand. Kicking her feet, Baby tries to scrape her boot soles against the canvas, desperately trying to work some slack into Gretchen's grip.
All of Portia’s squirming leads to little as she’s held tight, the Gold Digger brings her free hand over and grips the fabric between the blonde’s breast yanking until the strings give way and now Portia is topless as well. Gretchen starts, “Last chance…Never mind!” the busty brunette starts mauling pert breasts with gusto. Lyle now stands as Portia’s wails in pain, but the Senior Partner still refuses to admit defeat or give up any part of the family estate to this mistake of her father’s. Gretchen holding Baby tight mauls and slaps with abandon, Lyle now at ringside orders his daughter, “Portia! Take care of business.”
Gretchen smooches at her hubby and continues to rip into his daughter's chest. Portia, in Vaughn's lap, gets her boot soles on the canvas and drives her body backwards. Unable to break free of Gretchen's limbs, both arms and legs, the flagging blonde realizes her only way out is to roll Vaughn onto her shoulders and sneak away with the cash with a quick, unexpected three-count.
ONE…
TWO…
THUMP!
Gretchen forces her way up and in the process slams Portia’s already aching undercarriage into the canvas. Lyle had a hopeful look for a moment, but it fades quickly. Vaughn pushes Portia out from between her legs, climbing back to her feet. The head Associate rocking in agony at her feet as Gretchen puts a boot on top of Lyle’s only child, “Send the money now and I’ll let your demon spawn go.” Lyle looks like he’s about to lose his classic cool, but he quickly recovers, “It’s not over yet my dear.” The Trophy Wife shrugs and bends down to hair haul a worn Portia back to her feet. Gretchen looks over at Lyle for one last time as his wife, “I call this the Billion Dollar Finisher.”
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The teary-eyed Baby wobbles in front of Gretchen, face to face. She throws a weak punch toward Vaughn's jaw, but the Trophy Wife dips under, wrapping her arms around VanBuren's midriff. Twirling the Trust Fund Terror in front of her, Gretchen moves Portia from heads-up to tails, Baby's braincase scissored between legs. But this is no simple piledriver. One by one, Gretchen reaches up and collects Portia's legs, folding them forward and streeetching out the groin muscles of Lyle's baby girl. Not wanting to have the crown of her head hit the canvas, Portia reflexively wraps her arms around Vaugh's tummy to remain affixed, but that only leaves Gretchen able to bounce up and down, no lullaby this. Her kitty already crushed, the humilaiting predicament stretches the muscles around it, adding searing to the pulsating throbs from below. “PORTIA!” Lyle bellows over the sobbing of his daughter, the magnate gulping noticeably as Gretchen continues the unique torment.
The referee orbits around the pair looking for the best spot to check on Portia. With the blonde clinging to her Gretchen doesn’t have to hold all of her weight and she’s able to give each gam long hard tugs. The referee kneels behind the brunette looking between her legs, “What do you say Portia? Just give me a sign and I’ll stop this.” Vaughn stops bouncing as much as she settles in to a very long stretch of Baby’s wishboned legs. Lyle is not happy but in a rare case seems to be unsure what he can do, so he screams,
“Portia, don’t you dare!”
Gretchen continues to work her Billion Dollar Finisher for all she's worth, working up a lather and drawing mewls, and chrips and groans and finally...finally..."I...I..." Portia stutters..."I SUBMIT" she shrieks. The admission releases a torrent of sobs, knowing she's given up much more than a match. But it's not enough for Gretchen, even if it is for the ref, who calls for the bell. "Tell all these people so there's a clear verbal contract what you give me. Other than your pathetic hide in this match." VanBuren hyperventilates as her father drops down into his chair, shaking his head and the ring announcer proceeds with "Your winner...by submission...Gretchen Vaughn." "You get 25 percent of VanBuren Inc." Portia howls. 25 percent of everything?" Gretchen asks with a sneering grin at Lyle. "YES! YES! YES! 25 percent of EVERYTHING!"
Gretchen rises up on her toes and falls forward on to her knees piledriving the defeated blonde into the canvas. Vaughn lets her former step daughter’s body fall, the move leaves her in a reverse face sit looking directly at Lyle. If the piledriver didn’t sent Portia into the peaceful abyss, the lack of air will soon do so. The newly liberated Trophy Wife motions to one of the ring attendants and the man comes running to the ring and slides a smart phone and a microphone to the brunette. Portia may have got a breath or two as Vaughn reaches for the devices, but then she leans back sealing the Senior Partner in the musky dark again. Putting the phone on Portia’s flat tummy Gretchen raises the mic, “You have your result Lyle, but I don’t have my money yet.” Poking a finger at the screen of the phone Gretchen looks up when she’s ready, “You get Portia back when I get my money.” To make her point the busty brunette tosses the mic aside and slips her hand inside the blonde’s green togs, Portia begins squirming as her sweet meat is attacked again. Gretchen yells, “I’m waiting!”
Lyle looks up, more dejection than fight. "I'm doing this because I'm a man of my word," he announces loudly, pulling out his phone and pounding on the glass plate. "Not for you and not for my failure of a daughter." The tycoon punches a few more times with his index finger then once with the thumb before sticking the device back into his pocket. He rises and, without a further word exits, leaving his only child to whatever further Gretchen might have in mind.
Gretchen waits watch, distracted enough to stop mauling Portia for the moment then a smile grows on her face. The woman that is no longer a Trophy Wife starts to stand, but then reaches down pulling on Portia’s bottoms until the thin hip connections give way and Gretchen holds Baby’s bottoms. Vaughn goes and finds her top and Portia’s, before returning to the comatose blonde putting a boot on her bare kitty, “I got your Daddy’s money. And well, I’m taking your bikini. The only two things I want from this marriage, your Dad’s money and your pride.”
Vaughn turns and heads for the ropes, slipping through she stands on the outside of the ring and announces, “Drinks on me tonight at the Lamb!” The FAWNatics cheer as the brunette laughs and drops to the floor slapping any extended hand sent her way.
Wedding bells, to be more precise.
The bells chimed half a dozen times before fading out and in their place rose a high, keening tone that folks took to be ringing in their ears before coming to realize it was a steadily held organ note. Eventually the organ faded out too and by then those with a knack for such things had recognized the tune as A.F.I.’s ‘Prelude 12-21’
KISS MY EYES AND LAY ME TO SLEEP:
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‘This is what I brought you, this you can keep.
This is what I brought, you may forget me.
I promise to depart, just promise one thing.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.’
The end of the first verse brought a single blue-white spotlight to the stage and where there had been nothing earlier, a solitary figure stands.
The light drops and the music ends.
The lights crack back on and,
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Begins play
By now a good number of fans were in the know of the issues Gretchen had gone through, as the ring announcer greets her, “And introducing first, she weighs in at one hundred and forty-one pounds, she is…GRETCHEN VAUGHN!”
Gretchen Vaughn-Van Buren
Gretchen has given up her normal ring gear, but her attire looks very familiar. Tonight the busty brunette is wearing a simple black bikini with green dollar signs on each bosom and her matching black bottoms. The Gold Digger finishes off the outfit with simple black pads and boots.
Offering no response to the boos and cheers, the soon to be ex-Vaughn-VanBuren traverses the ramp without a word, then climbed the ring steps and waits on the apron, looking around the arena the brunette slips through the ropes. Gretchen moves to the center of the ring, her arrival in the squared circle brought the lights back with a muted ‘thoomp’.
Vaughn-VanBuren runs the ropes a few times before stopping again in the center of the ring giving the crowd a crooked smile, clearly she has planned for tonight. Gretchen turns to the referee, “This is going to be ugly, I’m going to do things to Portia that her asshole father will feel.”
Portia Van-Buren
There is no reveling in the hatred tonight. Redfaced and furious, Baby doesn’t seem to realize anyone else is in the arena but the woman wearing HER gear and most of the morons seeming to think to better effect.
The sinewy blonde grits her perfect pearlies as she offers a familiar toss of her flaxen mane from one side to the other. VanBuren is striking in a chromatically inverted version of her foe’s battle fatigues.
Her customary scant black string bikini and green sequin dollar sign is stood on its head, with the blonde in a daring emerald green two-piece with black dollar sign on her infamous and flawless derriere. Baby’s uva-nourished, ivory skin glows next to the bright green swatches, her attire completed with black pads but green boots, the footwear containing the black outline of the state of New Jersey, an iconic red circle with a slash superimposed atop the Garden State.
Her stride growing faster, the blonde patrician reaches the ring, circling as she growls at her soon-to-be former stepmother. Reaching the steps, the ring announcer breaks in.
“And her opponent… NOT Accompanied to the ring by her fellow partners in VanBuren & Associates.”
The assembled cheer loudly while VanBuren bears her snarling teeth while she reaches the apron and slides through the ropes carefully, her emerald eyes never leaving the woman she would leave penniless, or at least without any VanBuren pennies to speak of.
“…from Manhattan and Easthampton, New York and Monaco City, Monaco, standing five feet seven inches tall and weighing in at 120 pounds, she is Lyle VanVuren’s pride and joy, the former TWO TIME FAWN World Champion, and the only real VanBuren in the ring… Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV!”
Portia moves to the corner opposite Gretchen and calls for a microphone. One is hurriedly dispatched to her.
“Just so you people who live under a rock are aware and I suspect that’s at least half. Tonight. Miss Slimy Golddigger over there not only loses her name with the loss I’m going to beat her over the head with, but she loses all the money that goes with it. No settlement. Nada.”
Portia turns her gaze solidly toward the big raven-haired grappler in black, her black.
“Never get in a fight over cash with a VanBuren, bytch. You really should have known that already.”
Portia turns to the nearest lens and purses her lips to give a smooch.
“I love you, Daddy. This beatdown is for you.”
Portia tosses the microphone to the flunky on the floor and gets in a few final stretches as the crowd lets loose with some last pre-match jeers at Fortune’s Favorite.
The FAWNatics clearly have picked a side, and it’s the brunette’s. Gretchen leans in her corner as Portia stretches, she seems less than impressed with her step daughter. Pushing off the pads Vaughn takes just a few steps out into the ring, “What’s the reverse of an Oedipus Complex? You wish you could have been me.” Cupping her bosoms she adds, “And not just for the obvious reasons.” Gretchen hopes that brings Baby out of her corner with speed so she can light her up with a clothesline to start the match.
Portia smirks at her shoe tops, shaking her head, blonde hair rocking from side to side. "All you're proving is what a crazy bytch you are, Gretch." VanBuren strolls a few steps. "And why Daddy was right to kick you to the curb." Her meandering instantly turns into a sprint toward Vaughn, ruby nails bared to give Gretchen's scalp a not so invigorating massage. But as Portia gets within arm's length, Vaughn surges forward, catching VanBuren flush across the clavicle, ripping the slender socialite off her moorings, Baby splattering to the deck with a reverberating THUMP. Not waiting for any further foreplay, the ref calls for the bell and the timekeeper obliges.
Gretchen turns herself around after leveling Portia, the Gold Digger reaches down for a handful of golden locks, “You should have brought that whore house you call a law firm with you.” Bringing Baby back to her feet roughly Vaughn spins her around pushing her towards the pads of the corner Vaughn just left. To keep the blonde from getting her stems back under her Gretchen gut punches Portia once. The referee wants them out of the corner, but Gretchen ignores him and stings the blonde’s bosom with a quick chop. Gretchen reaches for one wrist to whip Portia across the ring, but Baby brings her other hand up raking her eyes. Vaughn cries, “BEOYTCH!” as she stumbles away along the ropes blindly.
The crowd reacts in feral fashion, disgusted if unsurprised by the vicious act. Never one for misunderstanding her situation or failing to take a shortcut, VanBuren chases after her retreating stepmom. Giving up size and power to the gold digger, Portia is more than ready to go low to save a huge chunk of the family fortune. The blonde geunflects behind the blinded Gretchen and draws back a bowed right arm like a pendulum, ready to swing it forward, part Vaughn's thighs and cut the slut down to size.
Some of the FAWNatics try warning the Trophy Wife, but Gretchen’s movements are too slow and Portia catches her and brings her thin forearm speeding up between her wickets. Vaughn wails and white knuckles the top ring rope to keep from toppling over, her knees knock and if her eyes weren’t watering from the rake then are now rimmed from the pain down below. Portia slowly drawls her arm from between Gretchen’s thighs before standing and admiring her work.
"I can ask Daddy to give you a bus fare to Tampa if you quit right now. You can hit the retirement homes in St. Pete by the time the early bird special is being served." Portia cackles as she grabs a wrist and spins the pained visage of Vaughn toward her. VanBuren deftly ducks under a wayward right fist and uses the momentum to launch the bigger, raven-haired grappler toward the opposite ropes. When Gretchen hits, Portia takes off like a shot. She'd never be known as one of the top athletes in FAWN but when it came to fundamentals she could be as crisp as anyone when properly motivated and with 25 percent of Lyle's wealth on the line, her dropkick is headed directly for Gretchen's chin.
There is an odd little gait to Gretchen’s run across the ring, but she stays up right and hits the opposite strands. Propelled back the brunette still has trouble focusing her vision through the watery view heads headlong into Baby’s boots as Portia elevates and tags Vaughn right on the chin. Gretchen blasted backwards lands starfished on the canvas her large breasts rolling in the bikini threatening to come free of their holders.
VanBuren clambers to her feet. "I believe two pails tied with string would be more appropriate for those udders," Baby chides. Portia gives each gurl a stomp, trying to flatten the oversized mushrooms but unable. Grabbing a handful of dark locks, VanBuren tugs Gretchen to her feet and walks her to the nearest set of ropes. Forcing Vaughn's eyes down across the top cable, Portia draaaags Vaughn's peepers along the abrading rubber-coated steel. Gretchen yelps in pain until the duo reaches the next set of buckles, where Portia draws back Gretchen's head and THUMPS it into the top. Slipping inside Gretchen and rising to a seat on the same buckle, Vaughn turned toward her, Portia starts to step off the middle ropes, prepared to ride Gretchen to the deck and flatten that chest more successfully with her Boob Job.
BOOB JOB:
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Portia’s assault on her step-mom is as vicious and relentless as the FAWNatics would expect. Before pride and hatred had been the driving forces, tonight is much more important to Baby, it’s about Money. The Senior Partner can’t pass up adding a little humiliation to the equations before she leaps, pulling Gretchen’s face into her crotch and scrubbing the Gold Digger’s face. Pushing off the ropes Portia starts her ride, it doesn’t take long to realize her destination has been re-routed. Gretchen stumbles back not going down though, her hands coming up to Portia’s small rump as she turns holding a shocked Baby aloft. Portia releases one of her hand holds on Gretchen’s hair raising a fist to try and pound her way off her hated rival’s shoulders, but the Trophy Wife falls forward power bombing the lanky blonde into the canvas. Gretchen bounces off her knees flopping over on her back as both women are laid out.
With the power of stepmom being brought to bear, Baby's body seems ready to explode when it hits the canvas, her limbs flying out to every position on the compass. When she skids to a stop, the glazed green of Portia's eyes blink wide and, as her senses return, so does the immense pain in her back. Portia arches in anguish, hand moving to the base of her backbone. Seeing Vaughn is still fighting to her feet feeds the head Associate enough adrenaline to reach hands and knees but the blonde stalls out, her body not responding to demands to get vertical. VanBuren does shove off her palms, making it to a kneel and, as Gretchen strides toward her, Baby throws a straight right at the gold digger's navel.
Gretchen is just reaching for a handful of hair when Portia’s right catches her in the tummy, she grunts loudly. Vaughn brings her knee up into Portia’s chest in return. Baby fires a second punch to the brunette’s tummy, this one doesn’t have nearly as much behind it. Gretchen pushes the blonde’s head down and swings her free arm like a hammer bringing it down across her shoulders sending Portia flat on the canvas again. The Gold Digger steps over Baby’s hips and bends down, Gretchen ready to show off more of her power by locking her step daughter in a full nelson and yanking her back up to her feet.
With the length but lacking the size of Mommy Dearest, Baby's efforts to first avoid Gretchen's snaking arms and then, once applied, fight her way free from the nelson, prove fruitless. Locked in, VanBuren is forced to join Gretchen on her boot soles, Vaughn tucked close behind her, waggling Portia's head violently from side to side. "Twenty-five percent," Vaughn whispers. "That's what YOU gave me when you signed this contract. Think Lyle will love you as much when that's in my account?" An exasperated Portia tries to throw an elbow to Gretchen's temple but the nelson is too secure, so Baby tries to fight her way to the ropes and step through before Gretchen can do any more damage.
The Trophy Wife forces Portia’s chin down into her chest, but the blonde keeps her legs moving. It’s not exactly a straight path, but she gets close enough to slip a leg through the ropes and demands, “Get this Jersey off me!” The referee agrees ordering Gretchen back, but the busty brunette has other plans pushing Portia chest first into the ropes dragging her smaller bosom along the ropes as the referee starts to count. The Gold Digger drops the full nelson and steps back at four, Portia barely has time to get out, “Cheating Bit” before Mommy Dearest moves back in and spins Baby around whipping her across the ring. While Lyle’s little girl crosses the ring Gretchen moves to the center waiting for Portia to powerslam her.
The slender socialite throws her body into the cables with the momentum Vaughn has provided. She rebounds at full speed, the head Associate staring down a roadblock in the form of her father's soon-to-be ex as she approaches. Showing no fear, Portia lowers a shoulder, determined to knock her rival flat and show who the REAL VanBuren is. But a split-second before the collision, Gretchen pivots slightly, plucks a racing Portia off the deck and lifts her in a speedy, front-flipping arc ending in a mat thumping slam that looks like it nearly sends Baby THROUGH the canvas. Instead, the blonde in color-of-money green bounces a full inch off the deck and spasms into a wincing bridge Vaughn flattens with a double axhandle to the gut.
Gretchen pushes Portia flat saying, “You’re not paying me by the hour, so let’s just get this over with.” The busty Brunette falls down on top of the blonde. Grinding her much bigger rack into Baby’s, the referee ready to make Gretchen a very rich woman.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Lyle had to breathe a deep sigh of relief as his daughter saves is wealth. The soon to be ex-Mrs. VanBuren looks annoyed, but planting one hand on breast the other on tummy she pushes up off Portia. Gretchen starts to bend down to pick Portia up, but changes her mind and stomps down on her stomach. The Trophy Wife’s second option is to turn to racing to the ropes and comes back to splash down across the Senior Partner.
The stunned socialite shakes her head, trying to slip some of her senses back into place. For whatever reason, Vaughn isn't on her, making her life miserable. And immediately what that means to Portia is she soon will be. Baby starts to fold her way up, emerald eyes shifting to find the wayward Trophy Wife. And quickly enough, VanBuren has far too much of the raven-haired Jersey in her grill. The curvy gold digger comes down like an avalanche of flesh atop one of the few women who could claim multiple World Title reigns. The resume doesn't help VanBuren at the moment however as Gretchen CRUSHES her stepdaughter in a crossbody sandwich, a huge exhale bursting through Portia's lips.
“That’s the sound of the money leaving your daddy’s account.” Gretchen snickers as she leaves her weight atop Portia. The Gold Digger again pushes up off Baby, half way up she reaches out for a handful of blonde follicles to bring the Senior Partner up with her. Portia looks like she could use a continuance right about now. Gretchen over rules that motion though and changes her grip to the scruff of Baby’s neck running her at the turnbuckles bouncing the blonde’s head off the top pad. Winded and woozy Portia is muscled around by step mom and propped in the corner while the busty brunette spins and runs to the center of the ring before spinning again this time racing back looking for a corner splash.
Like her infamous Bachelorette Party showdown with Gretchen, that was still talked about with reverence by FAWN execs, less so by VanBuren, Portia doesn't seem to have an answer for Vaughn's size and strength. Baby looks flaccid in the buckles as Gretchen sprints toward her. But when Vaughn leaps toward her avalanche collision, the lead Associate has enough to use the ropes to her left and yank herself free from the crash zone, leaving nothing but corner for the gold digger's destination. Gretchen THUMPS into the buckles, her head snapping back and around as she stumbles away. To her left. Portia races into action, VanBuren quickly catching her Stepmom with a side headlock. Surging forward with the staggering Vaughn, Portia leaps, legs extended, hoping to drive the Trophy Wife's skull into the canvas with a bulldog.
She only takes a few steps after gathering Gretchen before Portia leaps throwing her legs out almost like a drop kick as she rides the brunette down to the canvas with the bulldog. Vaughn kneels on the canvas with her head in the divot she left on impact. Portia takes several deep breaths, her pert bosom rising with each inhale. The break is a short one as she heads back towards Mommy Dearest, Gretchen only manages to flop over on to her right side with a groan as she holds a palm to her forehead.
Portia gathers the wrist attached to that palm and lifts it high, driving boots into Gretchen's ribs until she rolls to her chest. Once there, Baby snatches up the other and draws both arms high and behind Vaughn. In a standing straddle of the Trophy Wife, Portia places the sole of her right boot behind Gretchen's noggin as she pulls back on the arms, lifting the raven-haired grappler's upper half high. Portia shows no quarter will be given when it comes to saving VanBuren family funds and she CURBSTOMPS her rival's face into the deck with classic viciousness. Still holding onto Gretchen's wrists, Baby drops to a seat on Vaughn's pear-shaped behind, ready to work her Soho Surfboard, driving her boots into Gretchen's shoulderblades and yannking back on Vaughn's upper limbs.
The FAWNatics in front of her, see the panic on Gretchen’s face just before the curbstomp and the glassy vacant look when Portia pulls her back into the Soho Surfboard. The referee kneels out in front of the busty brunette, when he first asks if Vaughn wants to submit he gets no answer. Portia yells, “She’s out cold! Call it!” Gretchen’s dangling head comes up groaning, “Nooooo.” Portia leans back pulling more of the Gold Digger’s torso off the canvas, the muscles on Portia’s thighs standing out as she tries to pull Gretchen’s arms off. The Trophy Wife still refuses to give up her money.
After stretching the limbs for a dozen seconds, Portia finally releases, letting Vaughn flop to the mat. But Baby isn't done trying to wring a submission out of Daddy's soon-to-be ex. Rising to her knees, Portia exchanges both wrists for ankle. She lifts and twists the limb around the back of her neck and starts to scoot forward, bringing the limb with her as she tries to force Gretchen to capitulate, forcing the gold digger's toes ever closer to the top of her head with a modified Boston Crab
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Gretchen squirms looking over one shoulder then the other to try and find an escape from Portia’s latest torture hold. Portia scoots around and straightens up putting more pressure on the brunette’s leg. Vaughn still refuses to surrender what she’s come to believe to be her money. While the hold is painful Gretchen is able to move around a good bit trying to find that way out, but Portia adds a twist to the modified Boston Crab as she sinks strong fingers into the brunette’s defenseless neither region. Gretchen yelps in shocked pain, her movements slow, but she starts crawling towards the ropes trying to get their before the Lead Associate can do too much damage. Portia demands Gretchen’s submission, the referee offers, but finally Vaughn reaches the ropes and screams, “Get her off me!”
Portia screws her talons in for a full four-count before releasing both crotch and leg. She rises and lands a stomp to the base of Vaughn's spine as a temporary farewell, Baby hovering no more than a step away as Stepmom groans her way up with the help of the ropes. But when Portia finds Gretchen to be taking too much time in her less than humble opinion, she spins Vaughn to face the FAWNatics and starts to mount the Trophy Wife with a tight scissors around the ivory midriff of Mommy Dearest. VanBuren's arms start to wrap as well, Portia planning to choke as much life from Gretchen as the good graces of the official will allow.
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Portia’s powerful legs stick out of the ring as she crushes Gretchen’s waist, and her choke hold also allows the blonde to dig into Vaughn’s pretty face as well. Baby rakes at eyes, nose, and even fish hooks the corner of Gretchen’s mouth, all within the new four count. The Lead Associate knows better to let her hatred over ride the business, getting disqualified would give Gretchen the money. Stepping back Portia makes sure the referee takes is attention back off her before she moves back and kicks Mommy Dearest in the navel. Gretchen grunts loudly as the air leaves her body from the boot, the referee orders Portia back again. Glaring at the official Baby does move back, but Gretchen sees an opening and sucking it up explodes off the ropes looking to clothesline Lyle’s little girl.
Confidence growing, VanBuren looks to keep the pressure on, stepping back to Vaughn and the well once too often as it turns out. For when an adrenaline-fueled Gretchen launches out of the cable, her right arm drawn, Portia is caught by surprise. The limb CRASHES across Baby's upper chest and sends her legs flying out in front of her. Back crashing to the deck, Portia nonetheless speedily scrambles to her feet, only to get decked again by another scythe-like swing. Determined but dizzied, Portia's second trip up isn't nearly as quick and has a significant wobble.
Gretchen never leaves her own shaky feet, Portia has given her a good beating here tonight. When VanBuren rises the second time she realizes Gretchen is behind her and panics spinning around, but the Gold Digger meets her with a boot to the tummy. The shot finds its mark and Portia doubles over the plaintiff pushes the Senior Partner now further reaching down her back and wrapping her arms around Baby’s tummy. The black clad brunette takes a deep breath before attempting to lift Portia up in a Canadian Backbreaker and deposit her in one of the corners.
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Gretchen flips the slender socialite up her frame and Baby ends over Vaughn's right shoulder in an agonizing, upturned arch. A mewling VanBuren tries to wriggle free and slide down Gretchen's back but the clamps across the blonde's A-cups keep her strapped in place. The Trophy Wife marches around the ring, driving her shoulder into Portia's spine with every step, the Trust Fund Terror's emerald eyes cinching shut as its her turn to try and survive the pain. With the squirming of Lyle's only child contained, Gretchen sprints as fast as she's able with her cargo and sandwiches VanBuren into the deck with a violent impact. Portia shudders but somehow remains balled, overturned and on the top buckle, not to mention very vulnerable as the gold digger takes a stroll away from the corner.
The referee steps in to protect the vulnerable Baby, but can only do so much for her as Gretchen moves back in. Lyle’s soon to be ex-wife reaches out with claws bared starting on the back of Portia’s thighs she rakes over her up turned rump and down her back to her shoulders. Portia wails in pain wiggling trying to unhook herself, but after raking the flawless skin Gretchen kicks her in the spine knocking her off the turnbuckles into a heap. The Gold Digger backs up long enough to rest the referee’s counts, VanBuren tries getting up on her own, but the brunette is there to ‘help’ her up and leads her out into the ring. The FAWNatics give a cheer as they see Gretchen push Portia over at the waist and reach between her thighs from behind to set up the pumphandle facebuster Gretchen calls Hell Hath No Fury.
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Drawing Portia's left arm between her legs, the raven-haired gold digger streches across her stepdaughter's back, snatching the opposite limb of the socialite in the process. With Portia turned pumphandle, the blonde squirms for freedom but doesn't manage before Vaughn launches her in a perilous flip. When Lyle's bride sits out she drops Portia face first into an explosive impact. The crowd groans in sympathy, if but for a second, as Baby bounces off the canvas from the force of the blow, rolling to a lifeless spreadeagle, Portia apparently being sent to hell with plenty of fury. The ref slides in to count to three which in this instance would mean millions...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOO!
Lyle keeps is place on the ranking of world Billionaires, at least for now. Gretchen looks at the referee unbelievingly asking, “Three?” the man holds up only two fingers. Vaughn runs a hand through her sweat soaked hair, but her attention quickly turns back to Baby. “The fans will have to forgive me, but you deserve this.” The Gold Digger pushes the blonde over on to her stomach kneeling between her extended legs. Gretchen slaps her hands on Portia’s hips lifting her butt up to give her access to the center of the green trunks. Lyle’s bride raises a hand fingers open as she prepares to give Lyle’s little brat a good mauling before taking his money.
Portia howls in anguish, fidgeting becoming flailing as her Stepmom resuscitates her in most foul fashion, driving her digits in below and squeezing for every dollar's worth. The claw into Portia's privates sends an electric shock of pain storming through the blonde. VanBuren's body seizes from the attack, her body spasming, her lips curling then opening in a shriek as Vaughn continues to make her husband's daughter a personal handpuppet. Baby tries to close her legs around the invasion, but the effort is a weak one, the blonde unable to lock the limbs around the choking grasp of her kitty. "STAHPPP" she sobs, her abs crunching her upper body off the mat, her own hands dipped into her blonde locks and tearing at her own mane to spread the pain.
Portia quickly lets the referee know she’s not submitting even though she really wishes Gretchen would stop. The Gold Digger gives her grip a final twist before roughly pulling her hand away from Poritia womanhood. Gretchen isn’t done with her mortal enemy, she grabs the waist band of Baby’s bottoms and pulls them up her back as far as the fabric allows giving Portia a painful wedgie to add to her problems. The Trophy Wife lays down on the mewling Senior Partner’s back whispering in her ear, “Just so you know, I’m going to make you give me the money Beoytch.” Gretchen hooks her arms under Baby pulling her up as she rises. Gretchen leads her foe to the center of the ring, it looks like she’s going to set her up for an atomic drop, but instead the brunette is going for her backdrop facebuster.
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With VanBuren in a bad way, the power of Gretchen really begins to show, Vaughn easily lifting the blonde to her feet and snuggling in close as she shifts to one side, encircling the socialite's waist. As Gretchen vaults Portia high, her stems even higher, VanBuren knows she's going to have her wickets split. AT the zenith, she pleads "no...no...no" but Vaughn catches her daughter napping instead going back in the direction of 'Hell Hath', SLAMMING Portia's face and chest first into the canvas in brutally powerpacked fashion. Baby remains splayed face down and unmoving, the crowd loving every seemingly inexorable second of Gretchen moving toward her just reward.
Since her home life started falling apart, Gretchen has found unsuspected support from the FAWNatics. In truth it maybe just their dislike of POVBIV than them liking the Gold Digger. Either way Gretchen gives the crowd a small salute before she reaches down grabbing for Portia’s back strap and her hair. The brunette doesn’t lift Baby this time, she just flips the blonde to her back. Vaughn strolls down to the Senior Partner’s long gams and picks up both ankles holding them up in a loose ‘V’. Portia squeals covering her crotch thinking her Step Mom is going to attack her sweet spot again, but the Trophy Wife steps one leg through and plants it next to Portia’s hip. Lyle’s only daughter is about to be locked in the Gold Digger’s figure four.
Baby is relieved for a moment, until she gets a better idea of what Vaughn has in store. She tries to pull her legs free of Gretchen's grip but the clawing of her crotch leaves the muscles in her legs in less than proper working order. Vaughn spins and knots her legs with Portia's then drops to the mat. She completes the four, locking the legs in place and leeeaning back. VanBuren's body is tortured anew by her Stepmom. She writhes in pain, rolling from one shoulder to another to keep from being pinned. Ripping at her own flaxen locks, Portia shouts an angry 'NO" at the ref when he inquires. She presses up to her palms and lobs a wad of saliva at Mommy, missing her face by an inch. The anger in Gretchen's eyes doesn't bode well, but before she can take it out on Lyle's only child, Portia tries rolling to her chest and reversing the Figure Four, extracting a little revenge on Vaughn.
The rocking gets both women on their sides, giving Portia some relief as Gretchen tries to force her back over. Portia has been fighting since she was a teen and that experience pays off, she times Gretchen’s movement perfectly and goes with it. The Gold Digger takes Baby to her back again, the blonde though uses that and they keep going over. Gretchen cries as she’s turned belly down and the strain is on her gams, Portia plants her palms on the canvas pushing her torso off the canvas turning up the pressure on the brunette’s shapely legs. The Trophy Wife’s face is twisted in pain, but Vaughn starts crawling and dragging herself and Baby towards the ropes. It’s a long trip and there are a few pauses, but finally she grabs on to the bottom strand crying, “Get this Beoytch off me!”
VanBuren feigns she can't unknot her legs so the ref provides an unwanted assist. Portia limps to her feet, her lower half aching. The blonde shakes out her legs and positions her patch of green more modestly. By the time she does, Gretchen is already on her feet and turning. Baby surges toward her rival, grimacing and grunting as she lifts a knee into Vaughn's chest. With Gretchen momentarily pacified, Portia snatches her wrists and spins so she's back to back with her soon-to-be ex-mommy. Gretchen's arms are drawn across her neck with Portia ready to sit out and advance her rising fortune and keep her Daddy's in place with a neckbreaker.
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Falling to the canvas Portia pulls Gretchen down snapping her neck over the blonde’s shoulder as they land with a loud crash. The impact bounces the busty brunette up to a seated position, she wraps her arms around her head holding her skull and neck. Portia sits up on her own turning over on all fours crawling over to Gretchen pulling her down by the shoulders going for a cover. The Lead Associate presses herself down across the brunette’s pillowy bosom hooking her leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOO!
Gretchen kicks out with half a second to spare, Portia swings a leg over her step mom grabbing a handful of hair lifting Vaughn’s head up. Baby hammers a right hand into her Father’s soon to be ex, “For you information, we added a clause. The loser has to pay the winner’s legal bills.” Portia hammers another closed fist into Gretcchen’s hair line, “So I’ll have Rachel set up a payment plan since you’ll be a broke ass skank.”
Portia lays an extra bytch slap as a calling card then rises, tugging Gretchen up with her. Taking a wrist, she heaves Vaughn toward the far buckles with surprising force. The Trophy Wife SLAMS into the buckles and drops to her behind. VanBuren is immediately sprinting toward her, leaping as she approaches to deliver a much-needed Facelift for Gretchen.
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Climbing off the dazed Gretchen, Portia boots the inviting chest of the gold digger a full ten-spot before dragging Gretchen to her feet. Stuffing her deep into the buckles, Vaughn slumping but upright, Baby turns and hops to the bottom ropes. "You can rip off my wardrobe," Portia snorts, "but you can't touch what's underneath...figuratively." WIth that, VanBuren peels her bottoms down just enough to give Gretchen an close-up view of a Bare Ass Market.
Observant fans notices the lack of tan line on Portia’s skin, Gretchen getting the best view doesn’t realize the fact. The Senior Partner presses her derriere against her hated rivals face scrubbing with vigor, and she keeps going as Gretchen sinks into the corner. The Bare Ass Market drives Vaughn down on to her bottom and the referee finally overcomes the shock and remembers to start a count on Baby. Portia uses all of the count to grind away on Mommy Dearest. When VanBuren steps away she leaves a greasey faced Gretchen sputtering in her wake and she pulls her bottoms back up to a more modest position. The Gold Digger turns her heads trying to spit the taste off her lips, her breasts now on the outside of their containers after Portia’s stomping.
"Humiliating you is just the cherry on top," Portia says, wide grin emerging. Baby grabs the wrists of her topless Stepmom and drags Gretchen several feet out of the corner. She drops the dazed Vaughn flat and gets in her face. "I'm going to pierce your black heart then take you for a drive in my 911, bytch. Then you can hit the streets and make your living outside of my sight." VanBuren heads for the nearest corner and climbs to the top, turning to face Gretchen. She signals to the crowd, drawing a resounding round of jeers, then lifts off in a high parbola toward her brokeass bytch of a Stepmom. She drops with right knee pointed to the cleft of Gretchen's uncovered bosom, ready to set the raven-haired gold digger up for the end.
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Many of the FAWNatics jump to their feet as Portia takes flight, the arc is true Portia driving her knee into Gretchen’s heart. Vaughn’s body jolts like she’s been electrocuted, her breasts rolling around her chest wildly. Portia executes a somersault after her landing and then one-eighties around to put an end to the nightmare that was her father’s marriage to this woman. Portia plants her palms on the ample bosom of the most hated Jersey she’s ever meet.
ONE…
TWO…
THRKICKOUT!
Gretchen shoots her arm up into the air pulling her shoulder up with only heartbeats to spare. Baby looks at the referee with a wave of anger. The crowd’s attention is pulled from the ring as someone walks through the curtain and down the ramp, but it’s not a wrestler, it’s Portia’s Daddy. Lyle is coming to the ring.
Lionel Van-Buren
A look of satisfaction on his face, Lyle strides to Portia's corner, Baby's green eyes locking on her Daddy. She mouths a "love you" and he nods in return but then motions to his soon-to-be-ex. Baby slaps the taste out of Gretchen's mouth. "You're going to be awake for this...for part of this." The slender socialite starts to scoot her undercarriage atop Gretchen's face, coming from forehead downward, ready to shut off all respiratory passages with a glory-grabbing sit on her Stepmom's features. And, to add to the moment, she plans to cradle up Gretchen's legs and finalize with a vengeful grasp of Gretchen's junk. Surely every FAWNatic understands this bytch is getting nothing less than the full Portia 911.
Lyle starts to a corner, but then changes his mind and motions to one of the ring attendants who brings him a chair. The FAWN minion holds the chair out for the Billionaire, Portia’s Daddy raises an eyebrow and the staffer gets the hind and opens the chair placing it and even wipes it down before Lyle takes the seat. Portia slides forward, and seeing the distended top she takes the time to rip it from this bytch that dared wear her outfit. Baby bends forward reaching for Vaughn’s legs, but the in trouble Gold Digger brings her right leg shooting up her knee blasting her step daughter in the noggin. VanBuren is knocked backwards. Gretchen turns over on to her stomach and crawls for the ropes, while Portia crawls to the opposite ropes. Lyle brushing off his pants leg doesn’t look up, “Portia, please stop fooling around this has already taken much too long.”
"Yes, of course, Daddy," Portia responds. She leans into the ropes behind her to add some immediate momentum and springs toward the glistening Vaughn. Racing to the gold digger leaning into the opposite cables, Portia extends her sinewy right stem, boot leading the way toward Gretchen's jaw with a Yakuza Kick
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A split-second before impact, the wobbly Gretchen spins out of the way and Portia's lead leg flies over the top cable, dragging the rest of Baby's body along. VanBuren ends riding the top rope, pain coursing through her already aching undercarriage as reflected by her pain-twisted features.
Gretchen falls back into the ropes bouncing Portia, which sends the rubber coated steel digging into her center. Whimpering VanBuren drawls the attention of the Trophy Wife, the sweat soaked brunette smiling as she takes the top strand in both hands, “Lyle said you always loved riding.”
Gretchen gets the ropes bouncing Portia bobbing on top of her steed, crying out with each jolt to her private area. The FAWNatics love it jeering at Portia like the crowd at a western bar watching someone ride the mechanical bull. The ride gets too wild and Baby is dismounted into a heap on the canvas, she curls up into a fetal ball hands wedged between her thighs. Gretchen moves over to the blonde hooking her under the arms and dragging her to the center of the squared circle. The Gold Digger said she would make Baby give her the money, sitting down behind the blonde, Vaughn wraps her legs around Portia to set up a Dragon Sleeper to convince VanBuren the pain isn’t worth the money.
Gretchen wraps her left arm around Portia's throat in a backhand grip and draws Baby's head back, arching VanBuren's back simultaneously. The blonde writhes within Vaughn's grasp, but the raven-haired grappler's scissors helps in keeping the slender socialite contained. Outside, Lyle straightens noticeably in his chair. He adjusts his tie, but holds his tongue. The official asks if VanBuren wants to give in, but Portia shakes her hand. Kicking her feet, Baby tries to scrape her boot soles against the canvas, desperately trying to work some slack into Gretchen's grip.
All of Portia’s squirming leads to little as she’s held tight, the Gold Digger brings her free hand over and grips the fabric between the blonde’s breast yanking until the strings give way and now Portia is topless as well. Gretchen starts, “Last chance…Never mind!” the busty brunette starts mauling pert breasts with gusto. Lyle now stands as Portia’s wails in pain, but the Senior Partner still refuses to admit defeat or give up any part of the family estate to this mistake of her father’s. Gretchen holding Baby tight mauls and slaps with abandon, Lyle now at ringside orders his daughter, “Portia! Take care of business.”
Gretchen smooches at her hubby and continues to rip into his daughter's chest. Portia, in Vaughn's lap, gets her boot soles on the canvas and drives her body backwards. Unable to break free of Gretchen's limbs, both arms and legs, the flagging blonde realizes her only way out is to roll Vaughn onto her shoulders and sneak away with the cash with a quick, unexpected three-count.
ONE…
TWO…
THUMP!
Gretchen forces her way up and in the process slams Portia’s already aching undercarriage into the canvas. Lyle had a hopeful look for a moment, but it fades quickly. Vaughn pushes Portia out from between her legs, climbing back to her feet. The head Associate rocking in agony at her feet as Gretchen puts a boot on top of Lyle’s only child, “Send the money now and I’ll let your demon spawn go.” Lyle looks like he’s about to lose his classic cool, but he quickly recovers, “It’s not over yet my dear.” The Trophy Wife shrugs and bends down to hair haul a worn Portia back to her feet. Gretchen looks over at Lyle for one last time as his wife, “I call this the Billion Dollar Finisher.”
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The teary-eyed Baby wobbles in front of Gretchen, face to face. She throws a weak punch toward Vaughn's jaw, but the Trophy Wife dips under, wrapping her arms around VanBuren's midriff. Twirling the Trust Fund Terror in front of her, Gretchen moves Portia from heads-up to tails, Baby's braincase scissored between legs. But this is no simple piledriver. One by one, Gretchen reaches up and collects Portia's legs, folding them forward and streeetching out the groin muscles of Lyle's baby girl. Not wanting to have the crown of her head hit the canvas, Portia reflexively wraps her arms around Vaugh's tummy to remain affixed, but that only leaves Gretchen able to bounce up and down, no lullaby this. Her kitty already crushed, the humilaiting predicament stretches the muscles around it, adding searing to the pulsating throbs from below. “PORTIA!” Lyle bellows over the sobbing of his daughter, the magnate gulping noticeably as Gretchen continues the unique torment.
The referee orbits around the pair looking for the best spot to check on Portia. With the blonde clinging to her Gretchen doesn’t have to hold all of her weight and she’s able to give each gam long hard tugs. The referee kneels behind the brunette looking between her legs, “What do you say Portia? Just give me a sign and I’ll stop this.” Vaughn stops bouncing as much as she settles in to a very long stretch of Baby’s wishboned legs. Lyle is not happy but in a rare case seems to be unsure what he can do, so he screams,
“Portia, don’t you dare!”
Gretchen continues to work her Billion Dollar Finisher for all she's worth, working up a lather and drawing mewls, and chrips and groans and finally...finally..."I...I..." Portia stutters..."I SUBMIT" she shrieks. The admission releases a torrent of sobs, knowing she's given up much more than a match. But it's not enough for Gretchen, even if it is for the ref, who calls for the bell. "Tell all these people so there's a clear verbal contract what you give me. Other than your pathetic hide in this match." VanBuren hyperventilates as her father drops down into his chair, shaking his head and the ring announcer proceeds with "Your winner...by submission...Gretchen Vaughn." "You get 25 percent of VanBuren Inc." Portia howls. 25 percent of everything?" Gretchen asks with a sneering grin at Lyle. "YES! YES! YES! 25 percent of EVERYTHING!"
Gretchen rises up on her toes and falls forward on to her knees piledriving the defeated blonde into the canvas. Vaughn lets her former step daughter’s body fall, the move leaves her in a reverse face sit looking directly at Lyle. If the piledriver didn’t sent Portia into the peaceful abyss, the lack of air will soon do so. The newly liberated Trophy Wife motions to one of the ring attendants and the man comes running to the ring and slides a smart phone and a microphone to the brunette. Portia may have got a breath or two as Vaughn reaches for the devices, but then she leans back sealing the Senior Partner in the musky dark again. Putting the phone on Portia’s flat tummy Gretchen raises the mic, “You have your result Lyle, but I don’t have my money yet.” Poking a finger at the screen of the phone Gretchen looks up when she’s ready, “You get Portia back when I get my money.” To make her point the busty brunette tosses the mic aside and slips her hand inside the blonde’s green togs, Portia begins squirming as her sweet meat is attacked again. Gretchen yells, “I’m waiting!”
Lyle looks up, more dejection than fight. "I'm doing this because I'm a man of my word," he announces loudly, pulling out his phone and pounding on the glass plate. "Not for you and not for my failure of a daughter." The tycoon punches a few more times with his index finger then once with the thumb before sticking the device back into his pocket. He rises and, without a further word exits, leaving his only child to whatever further Gretchen might have in mind.
Gretchen waits watch, distracted enough to stop mauling Portia for the moment then a smile grows on her face. The woman that is no longer a Trophy Wife starts to stand, but then reaches down pulling on Portia’s bottoms until the thin hip connections give way and Gretchen holds Baby’s bottoms. Vaughn goes and finds her top and Portia’s, before returning to the comatose blonde putting a boot on her bare kitty, “I got your Daddy’s money. And well, I’m taking your bikini. The only two things I want from this marriage, your Dad’s money and your pride.”
Vaughn turns and heads for the ropes, slipping through she stands on the outside of the ring and announces, “Drinks on me tonight at the Lamb!” The FAWNatics cheer as the brunette laughs and drops to the floor slapping any extended hand sent her way.