Post by alyadmirer on Jan 14, 2016 0:30:52 GMT
The Season’s Beatings feed cut from ringside to what was apparently the inside of a luxury cabin somewhere in the heart of the Great North Woods, but was in reality one of the Madhouse’s cunningly designed replica penthouses. T’was a cozy space indeed, featuring rough hewn wooden walls adorned with antique maps, wildlife prints and a few impressive but tasteful hunting trophies. The carpet was a deep, red wine color and the furniture was couches and easy chairs done in leather or velvet, depending on their place in the room. Off to one side an open set of double doors revealed a bed roughly the size of a wading pool. And along the back wall was a massive flagstone fireplace that contained a crackling blaze, albeit carefully screened in. Centered in front of this conflagration were two women and one man. The man was Al Carpenter and he looked exceedingly nervous because he was between the two women and they were staring daggers through one another.
The identity of those tense tigresses was revealed when the Announcer piped up from his safe haven back at the FAWN Arena. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an Apartment Wrestling Match scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first, hailing from Manila in the Philippines. She stands five feet eight inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is VanBuren & Associates junior partner, ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
Draped in a black silk robe from shoulder to upper thigh, Alexis stepped forward, undid the sash and shrugged the robe from her shoulders in a single practiced move. Beneath lay her usual fightin’ attire of red velvet bra and panties and matching red stockings. Somehow it looked even more appropriate here than it did in the ring. Favoring her foe with a little smirk, Suguitan took a step back and gestured to the other, a clear invitation to show off what she brought to the carpet. The blonde in question waited until the Announcer had his say.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Bridgeport California, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Neo-Noir Knockout… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
VERONICA TREYMANE:
No stranger to penthouse pugilistics herself, the Dangerous Dame undid the sash at her waist and peeled off the robe with a little flourish. Rather than simply tossing it aside, she draped it over Carpenter’s shoulder and smiled when he blushed slightly. “It’s ok, Al. You can say I wore it best.”
Hard to argue the point from his angle or any other, to be honest. Like her opponent Veronica had chosen sturdy lingerie, but where Alexis had gone with red velvet she’d picked a forest green satin that stood out wonderfully against her fair skin and golden locks. Those few fans allowed to witness this battle firsthand certainly seemed to think so, as there was more than one low, appreciative whistle directed at the statuesque stunner.
Mildly irritated by the blonde’s comfort on what she percieved as her turf, Suguitan rolled her eyes and backed off, clearly impatient for the start of the match.
Carpenter called for the bell, a seasonal little chime perfectly in keeping with the Great North Woods ambience of the space, yet entirely out of character with the violence it called to order. “I’m glad you accepted this rematch.” Alexis said from her corner of the carpet. “I wasn’t sure you would, even with the prospect of employment with the Associates as incentive. It can be hard on a girl’s psyche when she gets outwrestled the way you did. And yet here you are.”
Veronica’s face didn’t so much as twitch, but her dark eyes crackled with anticipation. “Yet here I am.” she agreed. “Back for the second round. On your home turf no less. Feeling any pressure?”
Suguitan flashed her a ‘who me?” sort of grin, then padded out into the center of the living room. “Tell me ‘Ronnie, may I call you Ronnie? I’m going to call you Ronnie. Why would I feel any pressure whatsoever? I pinned your shoulders to the mat in our first meeting. The only reason you’re getting a second look is because Portia was mildly impressed. And your sister put in a good word, of course. Can’t discount the value of nepotism. After all, Nyssa’s made a career of it, hasn’t she?”
Treymane didn’t answer that question, she was more interested in Alexis’s rather limited view of history. Hands held midway between shoulders and waist, the blonde strolled out of her corner to take up a position less than a yard removed from her rival. “You did manage to put me down, Lexie. Took you a thumb to the eye and a Hot Shot across the top rope, but you stacked me up for three whole seconds.” She took a big step forward, cutting the distance between them to mere inches. “But you couldn’t KEEP me down, could you? You know why I got a callback? Yeah you do. Because how useful is a lieutenant who can’t keep the opposition out of her boss’s hair for more than three seconds?”
Far from intimidated, Suguitan went nose to nose with the blonde while the small crowd sucked in a very deep breath. “I can keep you down as long as I want.” Alexis cooed. “In fact I can make you beg to STAY down. And that’s what I’ll do if you don’t show me the proper respect.”
“You want my respect, you snotty brat? Earn it.” Treymane chested into her foe hard enough to rock Alexis back a step.
Disliking the impressed murmur that ran through the assembled, Suguitan contemplated her options before stretching her arms wide. “You’ve got guts, kitten. I’ll give you that.” she said loudly enough for the whole penthouse to hear. “And even if you aren’t worthy of being a full fledged Associate I think you have a great future as my personal assistant. So go ahead, Veronica Treymane. Take your best shot and prove your NNNNGGGGHHH!”
Veronica drew back her right hand like she meant to slap the taste out of Suguitan’s mouth only to tuck in at the last second for a THWHAPPING Forearm Smash. Prepared for a Slap but not the Shiver, Alexis stamped around in an angry little circle to walk off the worst of the sting. When it died down she flipped hair out of her eyes and glared at the blonde. “That all you got, pussy?”
Treymane smirked. “Looks to be about all your tits can handle, honey.”
“Let’s see how your jaw holds up.”
The Filipino Phenom pounced, fired off a Haymaker of her own and cursed aloud when Veronica blocked it with her forearm. This time Alexis did get slapped, a sharp, brisk shot that rocked her back on her heels. Treymane snatched a bra-strap before she got too far, slipped her other arm through the brunette’s legs and grabbed a healthy handful of buttocks. She was maybe a half tic from scooping Suguitan up for a Body Slam when the catfighter folded her right arm into a dagger and jabbed the point of it square into the crown of her opponent’s skull.
Veronica grunted but didn’t quite disengage so Alexis pounded her noggin three more times. The last shot started her backing off, unfortunately she didn’t do it fast enough to keep Suguitan’s hands out of her hair. Thrilled by the feel of Veronica’s hair straining against her scalp, Portia’s protégé drove a single Kneelift into Treymane’s forehead, then straightened her up and yanked back n’ forth for a good solid five seconds. Then she stepped away, planted her feet and torqued her hips to send her blonde flying like the world’s most gorgeous Frisbee.
Whatever aesthetics Treymane might’ve satisfied while airborne completely vanished the instant she THWHUMPED against the thick pile of the carpet. Recovering quickly enough, she pushed up on one hand and rubbed the back of her head with the oth--THWHUMP! She rolled clear a heartbeat before Alexis’s feet slammed into the spot previously occupied by her ribs. Unperturbed by this narrow escape, Suguitan bent over, snatched a handful of hair and SMACKED Treymane across the mouth once, twice, three times!
“Did you really think you were gonna muscle me around that easy? This is MY game, kitten! You’re just here to scream and cry while I sharpen my UUGGGHHHH!”
Veronica clambered to one knee and drove her forearm between the brunette’s thighs. It wasn’t *quite* a low blow, it did however stun Suguitan long enough for the blonde to muscle her up, over and down with a hefty Fireman’s Carry. Dismissing a strong urge to sit on Alexis’s mug then and there, Treymane rose onto her knees and crawled forward far enough to pin the other woman’s biceps with her shins. Then she sat down hard, driving her butt into Suguitan’s chest with enough force to drive the breath from her lungs.
Alexis ‘nnnngggghhhed’, tried to buck the blonde off and discovered her arms were practically useless. “Get your fat ass off me!” she barked following a second failed attempt.
Veronica only smiled and bounced a little harder, all the better to let the brunette feel her weight. “Nothin’ fat about it, daisy.” Veronica snarked. “It’s just the right size for keeping you nice and docile while I--” she scrunched her hands into fists and pik-pak-pekked a quick left, right, left combination into Suguitan’s tummy. Alexis grimaced and hissed. The shots weren’t all that strong, but she could tell that Treymane was holding back. Worse, Veronica knew she knew.
“Belly’s holding up pretty good right now, Lexie.” the Pinstripe Powerhouse noted. “Think it’ll do as well if I actually put some weight behind these punches?”
“If it’s the same weight you’re putting behind your ass I don’t have a prayERRGGHH!”
Veronica punched her in the stomach again, this time making sure to corkscrew her wrist so that the catfighter could really feel her knuckles. “Ohhhhh, felt a little more give that time. You skipping ab day at the gym, Lexie?”
“I only need half sessions if you’re throwing punches that weak.” Suguitan growled. “Seriously, didn’t Rachel teach you how to hit a OOOFFFFFHHH!”
Treymane pounded a Double Axehandle into her opponent’s midsection then broke it apart to shove the brunette’s legs down when they popped off the carpet. “So you’re ready for the real fun to start, huh daisy? Ok, lets play scratching post.”
Fingers hooked, she braced them against Alexis’s fluttering golden tummy and promptly raaaaaaaaaaked her from navel to sternum more than half a dozen times. Give her credit, Alexis didn’t sit there and take it, she bucked and writhed and even kicked her legs up a couple times. Once she even ‘shumped’ her calves around the blonde’s neck, alas she couldn’t get her ankles locked before wrenched her way clear. “Good thing we aren’t doing this between the ropes.” Veronica chuckled. “I would’ve pinned you about three times alreadYAAARRRGGHHOOOWWWW!”
Alexis’s biceps were pinned but she still had *just* enough reach to grab hold of Treymane’s dark green briefs. The wedgie that was equally salacious and effective, forcing Veronica to relinquish her perch to scamper over to a less populated corner of the room to fix her distended bottoms in peace.
Relieved of Treymane, Alexis brushed her hands across her midriff, as if trying to swipe away the welts, but they’re only growing in redness against her copper skin. Suguitan growled as she rotated from her back to all fours and looked with a dark laser focus at Veronica shifting her lower togs back into place.
The blonde strode toward the Associate, making sure to gather her foot placement on the carpet so she can lift a pendulum-like right toward the Filipino’s chin, but Alexis intercepted the kick before it hit home and she threw Veronica’s leg away as hard as she could manage, sending Treymane stumbling to the shag next to the room’s king-size.
Veronica used the bed to push to her feet quickly, but Portia’s protégé was already there and charging. She ducked a shoulder and PLOWED into Veronica’s chest, knocking her fellow destroyer class grappler to the mattress. Suguitan, at home in her environs, landed squarely on top and quickly had Treymane’s wrists stuck to the sheets. She looked down with an evil grin and waited for Veronica to get lippy.
“So are you waiting for a kisAAHHHH”
Suguitan RAMMED her forehead right between the peepers of the Pinstripe Powerhouse, shutting her up. The blonde’s noggin snapped back and bounced off the mattress. Using a momentary state of confusion from her flaxen-haired foe, Alexis released her grip, hopped to her feet and leapt into the air above Veronica SPLASHING across the tummy of her fellow Associate’s baby sis, CRUSHING Ronnie with a Crossbody that drew a deep grunt from the blonde and a body-to-body smeck of satisfaction for the veteran catfighter.
Moving to the foot of the bed, Alexis tugged out the sheets from beneath the mattress and quickly fashioned the lower end into a makeshift cord. She started to wrap it around Veronica’s ankles and hurriedly knotted it in place as Treymane struggles hardily to shift her lower limbs from Alexis’ Girl Scout practice. With her legs lashed, Veronica cursed a blue streak.
“Take it up with Rachel after the match,” Alexis chuckled. “Maybe she can get me DQd in appellate court, but for now…”
Suguitan grabbed Veronica by her long blonde locks and dragged her foe to the edge of the bed so her upper half draped over the side, head, shoulders and torso overturned with her beautiful backside and legs still on the mattress. Treymane fought to work her legs free and was quickly making slack in the sheets, but not before Alexis moved a dozen feet away and hit the shag running. She leapt as she closed in and NAILED Ronnie with a Dropkick to the face that drew some sympathetic ‘OOOOH’s from the limited lucky in the crowd.
Enjoying the upside down glaze in Veronica’s features, Alexis laid comfortably on the carpet, stuffing her bare tootsies into Veronica’s face, skilled enough to close the blonde’s nostrils between the big and second toe of her right foot. Veronica snorted back to life and weakly pushed Suguitan’s foot away.
As Alexis rose, Veronica tried to do the same with an ab crunch or two to get fully back to the mattress, but Alexis put an end to that with a couple violent side kicks to her foe’s navel.
Suguitan lowered and knelt next to a groaning Treymane as the blonde continued to shift her ankles back-n-forth and side-to-side, slowly making progress. The Filipino beauty strummed her fingers lightly but threateningly on Veronica’s thinly sheathed crotch.
“Now what should I do next?” she asked coyly.
One overexcited gentleman on the edge of the room could only manage “DO IT!”
The instruction seemed sufficient for the junior member of VanBuren & Associates and she curled her fingers, digging them viciously into the blonde’s crotch, ‘”chewing” the digits into Veronica’s privates.
“You know,” Alexis informed over Veronica’s mewls. “Portia thinks you’d be valuable. Me?”
Alexis flexed her stilletto-like fingers, sending her ruby tips pressing deep into the lycra and the flesh beneath.
“Not so much.”
Veronica bit her lower lip, but another ungodly squeeeeze from the catfighter drew an anguished yelp from the blonde that became a looping kick to the crown of Alexis’ head, Veronica “inspired” enough to break free from her silken binding and semi-somersault into an attack on her tormentor.
Alexis flopped to the carpet a few feet away, growling as she wrapped both arms around the top of her noggin. Meanwhile, Veronica “crunched” her way to the top of the mattress and rolled to the other side, dropping off the opposite edge before turtling into a protective ball, trying to assuage her burning undercarriage.
Alexis gave her scalp a final rub and hopped to her feet. She raced to the bed and scrambled across on hands and knees, ready to pounce on the potential Associate on the other side and out of view. But before she could slide off, a hand shot up from beneath where those from where Suguitan had departed could see. The palm encircled the front of Alexis’ throat, the exotic brunette going wide-eyed as she gasped for air.
It’s not a zombie rising from the grave to strangle the life from Portia’s protégé, though from the blind side, it wasn’t hard to imagine, that was until the gorgeous, sweat-speckled face of Veronica comes into view, a force of vengeance as she rose, compelling Alexis to a bedded kneel as she grabbed desperately at Treymane’s wrist, trying to pry her way free.
Veronica moved her feet, then winced as she stepped one foot and then the other onto the raised mattress, forcing Alexis to follow suit, both catty crushers balancing perilously. But with her chokehold in place, Veronica’s in command of the unsteady ballet on the bed. A Choke Slam looks in order, but Veronica wasn’t going to be satisfied with one onto the cushy “canvas” of the bed and the crowd starts to buzz as she moved a struggling fearful Suguitan to the edge, apparently more than ready to send the Filipino catfighter up then hurtling far to the floor below, no amount of shag to save her from a spine-rattling and perhaps fateful conclusion.
Desperate to avoid such a decisive blow so early into the bout, Alexis dug in her toes as best she could and wrapped a chokehold of her own around the blonde’s throat. “Luuhh… let me GO.” she growled while clamping down on her attacker’s neck.
Not to be dissuaded, Treymane slapped Suguitan’s face with her free hand, then snatched hold of her foe’s red satin waistband and treated it to a vicious tug.
The wedgie drew a pained hiss followed by a quick, violent rebuke in the form of an overhand Forearm Smash that crashed down on Veronica’s Goozlin’ arm. Sucking a deep breath the instant she was free, Alexis sank into a crouch, stuffed her right shoulder into opposing tummy and wrapped her arms around Treymane’s upper thighs. With a grunt and a sneer she rose onto her tiptoes and dropped forward and down to PFHWHUMP her burden onto the comforter in an improvised Spinebuster.
“You’re outclassed tonight, bytch.” Suguitan growled from her perch between the blonde’s splayed gams. “You may be a bad ass in the ring and filthy back alleys, but the penthouse is MY playgrouNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Seasoned Apartment House Wrestler though she was, Alexis’s desire to talk trash meant she temporarily forgot she’d dumped Treymane on a mattress and not thinly-sheathed plywood. She recognized the error only when Veronica ‘smecked’ her legs around the Associate’s waist and bore down with crushing force. Head tossed back in a stunned groan, Suguitan braced splayed hands against those encroaching knees and dug in as deep as she could.
Veronica grimaced, shifted her ankles and treated her opponent to another rough constriction. Propped on her elbows, Treymane let Alexis wallow in hurt for a good five seconds before she demanded, “Give it up, daisy. Before your ribs do it for GRRHH! Ok, is that how you want it? I can play that game.”
The ‘game’ in question involved claws. Suguitan’s were attached just above the blonde’s knees, though her thumbs were hooked in behind to better gouge at the soft flesh. “Better to just give up now, slut.” Alexis huffed while her nails did the work. “If I start to scratch, you’re going to bleed outTTERRRGGGHH OOOOWWWW YOU BYTCH!”
Treymane sat up, shot both hands forward and affixed them to her foe’s breasts. She didn’t pull the satin cups aside but that was a small mercy considering the way her white-knuckled talons sank into the vulnerable flesh. Using her thumbs to attack from the underside, Veronica twisted her wrists away from one another while simultaneously jiggling Alexis’s bounty up n’ down, up n’ down. “Yeah, I’m a bytch.” the Dangerous Dame admitted over the sounds of Suguitan’s suffering. “But it takes one to know one… and to beat onNNNGGGHH!”
Alexis slapped her across the mouth, then filled her hands with the blonde’s locks and pulled her close. “One warning f*ckface. Let go of my tits right now or you’ll scream yourself hoarSUUUUFFFFFHHHH!” Veronica did, but only to thwhap-thwhap-THWHAP a trio of Forearm Smashes into the Filipino lovely’s chest. Then she resumed the Breast Claw with even more vigor, making a special point to scrape the tips of her fingernails into the angry pink furrows.
*Almost* as hurt as she was mad, Suguitan SMACKED Treymane in the face, grabbed a double handful of hair and wrenched back ‘n forth until the blonde shrieked in agony. Far from satisfied, Alexis delivered two ringing overhand slaps to Treymane’s tits before rubbing the cups with the ball of her thumbs. “There they are.” the brunette cooed as she felt Veronica’s nipples strain against the concealing fabric. “Let’s show baby how it’s done.” With that she pinched down, twisted her wrists and pulled back until it was the potential Associate wailing with pain. “What’s the matter, cupcake?!” Alexis sounded overjoyed despite the ten tines tearing at her own tits. “Prissy little boobs can’t take it? Better give up before I twist ‘em right offFAAAAAAAHHHHHGGGGHHH!”
Veronica upped the ante by jerking Alexis’s top down and securing a pincer grip of her own. “I can take anything you got, daisy.” she growled through clenched teeth. “Anything at allLLEERROOOOWWWW!”
Suguitan abruptly abandoned the double claw to RAKE her nails across Treymane’s eyes. The vicious titty twister faded enough for Alexis to draw a shuddery breath. Even more important, it gave her enough time to PWAAAK a short, straight punch into her attacker’s briefs. Veronica wailed, reached for her groin and wailed again when Alexis snatched hold of her wrists. “You’re dead now, princess.” the vicious catfighter purred. “Hope you like the taste of velvet.”
Not actually caring if she did or not, Suguitan wriggled free of the loosened Scissors, straddled her blonde’s waist and slammed her captured wrists into the mattress no less than half a dozen times. Weakened by the Low Blow, Veronica managed a commendable bridge nonetheless. Alas it wasn’t enough to buck Alexis off when the brunette scampered forward and dropped her bronzed buttocks squarely on Treymane’s face. Thighs clamped tight against her squealing prey’s cheeks, the Filipino Phenom bounced up n’ down and enjoyed an evil cackle before turning her attention to the murmuring audience. “Get those phones ready, losers! This pussy is about to beg for mercy and I know ALL of you could use a new ring tone! Consider it my present to you!”
Her tone was hardly genuine, yet that didn’t stop most everyone in attendance from readying their phones for the impending surrend--
“AAAARRRGGHHHH FAAAAAAHHHHHHK!” Alexis’s joy turned to paralyzed shock for a reason the guests couldn’t discern. It wasn’t until she released Veronica’s wrists and pounded at her forehead that they realized the blonde had sank her teeth into those grinding red briefs. Far from pleased with the situation despite Suguitan’s wailing, Treymane kicked her legs up, hooked them under the brunette’s armpits and pulled back to roll her from her perch. Of course doing so also freed Alexis from the attack on her crotch and she made the most of it by tumbling backward into a tense crouch.
One hand pressed to her assaulted trunks, Suguitan clambered to verticality while a panting, smudgy faced Treymane did the same. “You’re goddamned dead.” Alexis promised the Pinstripe Powerhouse. “I don’t care who’s sister you are, no one chews on my junk and lives to see the sun come up.”
Veronica ‘flicked’ her distended briefs into place across her cheeks. “You think that was chewing? Daisy, that was nothing but a nibble. If I start to chew, you start to--” she would’ve said ‘cry’ if Alexis hadn’t pounced with talons aimed at her eyes. Rather than answer with claws of her own, Treymane pivoted on her left foot and brought her right leg up in a high Kneelift that THWONKED against the brunette’s forehead. Alexis staggered back a few steps, then gave up a whole lot more when Veronica grabbed her by the throat and marched her to the edge of the bed. Squeezing the catfighter’s throat with absolutely no thought to Suguitan’s safety, the blonde slung her prey’s near arm across her shoulder and helped herself to a huge handful of waistband.
No escape this time, Alexis didn’t even get to ‘eep’ when Treymane lifted her up and hurled her off the bed. THWHUMP! It wasn’t a tumble from the top turnbuckle but it sure as hell wasn’t pleasant, if the Associate’s shocked, wide-eyed gasp was any indication. Reduced to crippled twitching by the fall, Suguitan dug in with her heels and her elbows and managed to turn in a twisty quarter circle. Above her, Veronica came *this* close to hopping down from the bed before reconsidering at the last second.
“You showed me a pretty good Splash earlier, daisy.” she muttered under her breath. “Now let me show you mine.”
With that, she started to bounce up n’ down, the Dangerous Dame gathering strength for the tidal wave that’d wash Alexis out of the penthouse on a crushing defeat.
But as the Pinstripe Powerhouse shot into the air above the splayed Filipino, aiming to descend in a Crossbody splash on Alexis and the plush shag beneath, Suguitan pulled her knees up and Treymane gored herself in the gut on her landing.
Veronica rolled off the double-pointed impact, holding her belly and groaning, eyes wide in pain and disbelief and, next to her, the Associate was in shape that’s little better. Alexis let her legs straighten and rolled to her chest, but was slow to manage more.
Thankfully for the rivals, there’s no count to beat, but there was the other woman. Each rose slowly if nearly simultaneously, Alexis reached her stockinged feet a split second earlier and dipped a shoulder, charging Treymane. She tackled the blonde, drawing a throaty ‘OOOOOF’ from Veronica. She sent Rachel’s sister into a backpedal toward the fast approaching drywall.
But the Fixer’s sibling didn’t just take the blow, which ended a considerable ‘crunching’ of her spine, but corralled Alexis’ head in the crook of her left arm, keeping the brunette’s braincase tucked under her limb tightly. When Ronnie’s backbone hit the penthouse wall, the crown of Suguitan’s skull was driven in as well, the effort acting as a makeshift, vertical form of a DDT.
Alexis popped out from under Treymane’s arm after the collision, dark eyes dizzied. She wobbled in a 180 and staggered away from the wincing Veronica.
”Don’t think very well on your feet, do you Alexis?” the blonde asked, striding after the dazed Associate. “That seems to be a trademark of the women Rachel advises. I’m sure it’s good money, but she can do SO much better.”
The catfighting veteran continued to bide time in retreat and Veronica’s had enough of that trend, pattering her feet across the carpet and diving into the exotique as she crossed in front of an overstuffed leather chair. Both beauties flew into the furniture and unsurprisingly it tipped over, spilling Veronica and Alexis out.
The sound of spectators on the move could be heard over the groans of the combatants as the privileged few tried to get an unobstructed view around the chair. They needn’t have bothered as an unidentified arm soon pushed the chair out of the way. The owner was immediately seen to be the Pinstripe Powerhouse, her other hand buried in the raven locks of a dazed Alexis. Treymane, quickly up on her knees, held the head of a battered horizontal Alexis up by her dark locks, like a hunter on safari with her prize of a big cat. But unlike most of those tableaus, this big game suddenly shrieked to life, shot toward the hunter, and sank one set of nails into Veronica’s bosom while raking the other set across the blonde’s dark peepers.
Treymane howled in pain, eyes quickly shuttered, both palms wrapping around Alexis’ wrist. Veronica tugged the mauling digits off with a feral shout and pushed Suguitan away. When she opened her windows on the world they’re bloodshot and watery and most importantly not working well. Veronica stretched her arms out in front of her, feeling for her foe, but Alexis scrambled out of reach.
The Filipino penthouse playa scurried to the nightstand beside the bed, shoving off the lamp and plucking it off the floor. Using the top of the diminutive desk as a battering ram, she raced the wooden face toward the risen, mostly sightless Powerhouse. Veronica was able to straighten to her full height, taking her head out of range, but Suguitan still butted the top of the nightstand into Veronica’s chest, knocking her flat and taking the wind out of the would-be VB&A recruit’s sails
Alexis skidded to a stop and tossed her weapon away, walking back to the waylaid blonde. Her vision slowly returning, Veronica cannot like what she saw filling her sightlines, ceiling replaced by angry Associate.
Suguitan moved to a forward facing, standing straddle of Treymane and dropped directly down into Veronica’s open midriff, her derriere SLAMMING deep into the blonde’s solar plexus. Ronnie jackknifed from the impact and that was made a momentary advantage when it brought her close enough to Alexis’ head to grab onto her long dark locks. Without a second’s hesitation, Veronica SLAMMED a Headbutt into the bridge of Alexis’s nose.
The Associate yelped in pain, hands instantly flying to her beak. The catfighter nasally informed the Pinstripe Powerhouse she’s in for a world of hurt or more explicit words to that effect.
Shoulders back on the shag after she reclined, the still breathless and mounted blonde started to wriggle out from under Alexis. But the penthouse veteran put a quick end to that by leaning forward from her haunches around Veronica’s hips to fall to all fours. It’s a ruinous situation for the blonde when Alexis’s palms don’t land flat to the carpet on either side of her frame. Instead, Suguitan made sure they land atop Treymane’s fulsome breasts, first flattening them to her breastbone, as much as they could be, then, with all the precision of a woman accustomed to using her nails as stilettos, Alexis shredded into the tender teats, squeezing and scratching, shifting and mauling,
Veronica tried to shove her rival off to escape Alexis’ catty handiwork, but the junior member of VB&A had all her weight leaning into the dual claws and it’s a terrible task for the mewling Treymane.
“Go on and quit, you sniveling tramp!” Suguitan taunted in response to her foe’s questionable escape attempts. “And I’ll tell Portia you’re not interested in the position. Not that she’d want a pussy like you working with her anyOOOFFFFHHH!” Treymane stopped trying to remove the brunette’s claws and started pounding awkward punches into Suguitan’s taut tummy. Alexis grimaced, bared her teeth in a savage smile and made her blonde pay for the resistance by hooking her calves behind Veronica’s.
“AAAAAHHH FAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHK!” Treymane’s scream was long and loud as Suguitan’s Double Leg Grapevine stretched her hamstrings to the snapping point.
“Oh, you think that hurts, little girl?” the catfighter snickered. “THIS hurts!”
A single sharp tug freed Veronica’s bounty from their cups and gave the Ferocious Filipino two new targets for her talons. Veronica’s breath caught in her throat. “Don’t even think about it, daiSEERRGHHHHHHH BYTCH!”
“Oh, I’m doing more than thinking about it!” Alexis gave the captured nipples another vicious pinch, then added a slow twiiiisssssssst and pull that had the audience wincing right along with the blonde.
Careful to stay *just* clear of both lady’s reach, Al Carpenter knelt beside the action and said, “What do you say, Veronica? Do you want me to call it?”
“Haven’t you been listening?” Alexis chided. “She’s been saying ‘aaaaaawwwwwww gaaaawwwwd it hurts! It hurts Alexis! Please let my pathetic titties goUUURRRRRGGGHHHK!”
Honing in on Suguitan’s hateful voice, the Dangerous Dame curled her left hand into a ‘C’ shaped hook and thrust her middle and ring fingers into the catfighter’s startled mouth. Slipping those digits under Suguitan’s tongue, Treymane wedged her thumb against the shelf of her tormentor’s chin and bore down in an agonizing Mandible Claw.
Give the hellcat her due, Alexis actually pinched her foe’s nubs a little tighter, but it lasted for no more than five seconds before she abandoned ‘em to better deal with the agony in her gullet. “What’s the matter, daisy?” Veronica’s voice was a shuddery shadow of it’s usual confident self, yet the keen ear noted a solid undertone of sass as she struggled to a seat. “Got nothing to say when you run afoul of a real claw?” Alexis’s dark eyes narrowed to hateful slots and she did indeed mutter something around the blonde’s grip, not that it sounded like much more than pained whimpering. “What’s that?” Veronica huffed. “Your slutty bra is starting to chafe? Let me get that for you.” Suguitan didn’t get time to object before Veronica tugged her top down and applied a vindictive claw to her left breast.
Quick to note the sudden slump in Alexis’s shoulders, Al asked, “What about you, Alexis? If you want out just say the word.”
She turned a pained glance on the zebra, which got a small smile from Treymane. After all that tough talk, Portia’s heir apparent was about to “EERRRGGGGHHH!”
A pair of wickedly curved claws shot out and raaaaaaaaaaaked across Veronica’s face. A second scoring loosened the blonde’s clamp enough for Suguitan to spit it out and after that it was off to the races. Helping herself to a sweaty handful of Treymane’s locks, Alexis scrambled to her feet and forced the penitent battler into a Front Facelock. Then she kicked her feet forward and laid out on her back to THWHUMP Veronica’s noggin into the carpet courtesy a DDT.
Veronica jolted violently then settled out on her tummy, not moving save to cradle an arm against her aching skull. That was all just fine with Alexis, as she was using the reprieve to steady her breathing and work the kinks from her jaw. After a moment she sat up, pulled her right knee close to her chest and proceeded to peel that red nylon down her leg.
“What’re you gonna do with the stocking, Alexis?” Al asked pointedly.
“Whatever I damned well please, dork. You know AHW rules.”
He did, which was why the official was so worried.
Turned out there was good cause. Holding her hosiery at both ends, Alexis stretched it garrote tight and got to her feet. Rather than wait for Treymane to rise on her own, she kicked at the blonde with her bare foot, peppering ribs, buttock and shoulder with a flurry of taunting stomps. “Get up, bytch. I’m done wasting time on you! Stand your worthless ass up one more time so I can finish this right!”
Veronica groaned, rose to all fours and angrily slapped Sugitan’s foot away when she tried for another kick. Alexis offered no rebuke, choosing instead to swing around behind the Dangerous Dame. As of yet unaware of this development, Treymane sucked in a few deep breaths, then clambered to verticality. That was about the time she realized she didn’t have a bead on Suguitan’s position. It was also the precise moment when Alexis pulled the stocking noose down over her foe’s throat and cinched it tight.
“Go on and scream if you want!” the cruel catfighter hissed in her prey’s ear. “Oh wait, you CAN’TTWHOOAHHHNNNNNGGGHH!”
Suguitan’s air deprivation ended less than three seconds after it began because Veronica snatched a double handful of hair and dropped to one knee to send the brunette tumbling onto her butt with a quick Snapmare. Understandably startled, the evil exotique scrambled to her feet and THWHACK! Treymane pivoted around on her left heel, sprang into the air and damned near kicked Alexis’s head off her shoulders! Caught flush on the jaw by a thunderous bolt of Chicago Lightning, Suguitan did a drunken about-face and spilled to the carpet in front of a small group of wide-eyed fans.
Al had seen some sudden reversals in his day, but that one surprised even him. “How the hell’d you make that look so easy?” he questioned the rasping blonde.
Veronica cracked a smile. “Rachel told me Lexie might try something like that. Offered to show me a little exercise yard self defense. Paid off, didn’t it?”
“I’ll say.” the official agreed.
The Pinstripe Powerhouse might’ve paused to savor her victory a little while longer if Alexis hadn’t groaned and pushed onto her hands. “Oh, I don’t think so honey.” She stomped over, straddled the brunette’s waist and dropped a Butt Bomb onto her upper back.
Alexis hit the carpet hard, tried to push off again and found herself pinned. “Get offa me, bytch.” she grunted. “I’m gonna strangle the life outta HEY! NO! THAT’S MINEERRRGGGGHHHHH CHEAP SLUT!” Suguitan had been reaching for her weaponized nylons when Treymane snatched them out of her grasp. In the next instant she laid claim to the brunette’s wrists, twisted them behind her back and bound her hands together with several Gaiman-class knots.
“Nothing cheap in the penthouse sweetie.” Veronica smirked. “Everything‘s legal. And everything costs the world.” Grasping her opponent by the shoulder, Treymane pushed to one knee and flopped the immobilized lass onto her back.
“You’re so dead!” Alexis growled. “I don’t give a shyt about your connections, I’m gonna paint these walls with your TEARSSSSEEERRRGGHHHHHH!”
Veronica twisted around and plopped her buns on Suguitan’s nose, much to the crowd’s delight and the brunette’s disgust. The squealing catfighter couldn’t do much with her hands tied and pinned beneath her torso but it didn’t stop her from twisting from side to side and kicking her legs up for a desperation sciss--
”GAAAAAAAHHHHMMMMPPPPPPHHHH!” Her resistance reached an abrupt, emphatic end when Treymane shot her right hand out and clamped it to the center of Alexis’s panties.
“Oh what, don’t tell me you’re surprised?!” Veronica scoffed as Alexis sobbed into her domineering glutes. “Isn’t the whole point to impress your boss?”
The crowd chuckled and clapped but Suguitan went on skidding her heels into the carpet so the Dangerous Dame gripped her clawin’ wrist and leaned down onto it to put even more power behind the purloined 9-11.
Smothered, covered and subjugated, Alexis struggled against her bonds and the growing fire in her loins for a full twenty seconds before her pride finally snapped its tether and ran away. “STAAAHHHB!” she wailed. “AYEGHIB! AYEGIBHUP!”
Already close, Al glanced to an unobtrusive little man over in the corner and flashed a signal. Back in the arena, the bell sounded and the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
Veronica gave her foe’s undercarriage one more squeeze, then let loose and almost offered up a double bicep flex before she remembered her bra was hanging loose. The pose came following a quick adjustment, as did a condescending pat of her opponent’s groin. “Good fight, daisy.” Treymane huffed after she’d regained her feet. “A little dirtier than I’d wanted, but it all worked out fine, didn’t it?” She raised one foot and planted it between Alexis’s breasts. “If your boss still wants to talk, she knows how to get a hold of me. And if she doesn’t… well, we’ll always have the penthouse, won’t we?”
The identity of those tense tigresses was revealed when the Announcer piped up from his safe haven back at the FAWN Arena. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an Apartment Wrestling Match scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first, hailing from Manila in the Philippines. She stands five feet eight inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is VanBuren & Associates junior partner, ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
Draped in a black silk robe from shoulder to upper thigh, Alexis stepped forward, undid the sash and shrugged the robe from her shoulders in a single practiced move. Beneath lay her usual fightin’ attire of red velvet bra and panties and matching red stockings. Somehow it looked even more appropriate here than it did in the ring. Favoring her foe with a little smirk, Suguitan took a step back and gestured to the other, a clear invitation to show off what she brought to the carpet. The blonde in question waited until the Announcer had his say.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Bridgeport California, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Neo-Noir Knockout… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
VERONICA TREYMANE:
No stranger to penthouse pugilistics herself, the Dangerous Dame undid the sash at her waist and peeled off the robe with a little flourish. Rather than simply tossing it aside, she draped it over Carpenter’s shoulder and smiled when he blushed slightly. “It’s ok, Al. You can say I wore it best.”
Hard to argue the point from his angle or any other, to be honest. Like her opponent Veronica had chosen sturdy lingerie, but where Alexis had gone with red velvet she’d picked a forest green satin that stood out wonderfully against her fair skin and golden locks. Those few fans allowed to witness this battle firsthand certainly seemed to think so, as there was more than one low, appreciative whistle directed at the statuesque stunner.
Mildly irritated by the blonde’s comfort on what she percieved as her turf, Suguitan rolled her eyes and backed off, clearly impatient for the start of the match.
Carpenter called for the bell, a seasonal little chime perfectly in keeping with the Great North Woods ambience of the space, yet entirely out of character with the violence it called to order. “I’m glad you accepted this rematch.” Alexis said from her corner of the carpet. “I wasn’t sure you would, even with the prospect of employment with the Associates as incentive. It can be hard on a girl’s psyche when she gets outwrestled the way you did. And yet here you are.”
Veronica’s face didn’t so much as twitch, but her dark eyes crackled with anticipation. “Yet here I am.” she agreed. “Back for the second round. On your home turf no less. Feeling any pressure?”
Suguitan flashed her a ‘who me?” sort of grin, then padded out into the center of the living room. “Tell me ‘Ronnie, may I call you Ronnie? I’m going to call you Ronnie. Why would I feel any pressure whatsoever? I pinned your shoulders to the mat in our first meeting. The only reason you’re getting a second look is because Portia was mildly impressed. And your sister put in a good word, of course. Can’t discount the value of nepotism. After all, Nyssa’s made a career of it, hasn’t she?”
Treymane didn’t answer that question, she was more interested in Alexis’s rather limited view of history. Hands held midway between shoulders and waist, the blonde strolled out of her corner to take up a position less than a yard removed from her rival. “You did manage to put me down, Lexie. Took you a thumb to the eye and a Hot Shot across the top rope, but you stacked me up for three whole seconds.” She took a big step forward, cutting the distance between them to mere inches. “But you couldn’t KEEP me down, could you? You know why I got a callback? Yeah you do. Because how useful is a lieutenant who can’t keep the opposition out of her boss’s hair for more than three seconds?”
Far from intimidated, Suguitan went nose to nose with the blonde while the small crowd sucked in a very deep breath. “I can keep you down as long as I want.” Alexis cooed. “In fact I can make you beg to STAY down. And that’s what I’ll do if you don’t show me the proper respect.”
“You want my respect, you snotty brat? Earn it.” Treymane chested into her foe hard enough to rock Alexis back a step.
Disliking the impressed murmur that ran through the assembled, Suguitan contemplated her options before stretching her arms wide. “You’ve got guts, kitten. I’ll give you that.” she said loudly enough for the whole penthouse to hear. “And even if you aren’t worthy of being a full fledged Associate I think you have a great future as my personal assistant. So go ahead, Veronica Treymane. Take your best shot and prove your NNNNGGGGHHH!”
Veronica drew back her right hand like she meant to slap the taste out of Suguitan’s mouth only to tuck in at the last second for a THWHAPPING Forearm Smash. Prepared for a Slap but not the Shiver, Alexis stamped around in an angry little circle to walk off the worst of the sting. When it died down she flipped hair out of her eyes and glared at the blonde. “That all you got, pussy?”
Treymane smirked. “Looks to be about all your tits can handle, honey.”
“Let’s see how your jaw holds up.”
The Filipino Phenom pounced, fired off a Haymaker of her own and cursed aloud when Veronica blocked it with her forearm. This time Alexis did get slapped, a sharp, brisk shot that rocked her back on her heels. Treymane snatched a bra-strap before she got too far, slipped her other arm through the brunette’s legs and grabbed a healthy handful of buttocks. She was maybe a half tic from scooping Suguitan up for a Body Slam when the catfighter folded her right arm into a dagger and jabbed the point of it square into the crown of her opponent’s skull.
Veronica grunted but didn’t quite disengage so Alexis pounded her noggin three more times. The last shot started her backing off, unfortunately she didn’t do it fast enough to keep Suguitan’s hands out of her hair. Thrilled by the feel of Veronica’s hair straining against her scalp, Portia’s protégé drove a single Kneelift into Treymane’s forehead, then straightened her up and yanked back n’ forth for a good solid five seconds. Then she stepped away, planted her feet and torqued her hips to send her blonde flying like the world’s most gorgeous Frisbee.
Whatever aesthetics Treymane might’ve satisfied while airborne completely vanished the instant she THWHUMPED against the thick pile of the carpet. Recovering quickly enough, she pushed up on one hand and rubbed the back of her head with the oth--THWHUMP! She rolled clear a heartbeat before Alexis’s feet slammed into the spot previously occupied by her ribs. Unperturbed by this narrow escape, Suguitan bent over, snatched a handful of hair and SMACKED Treymane across the mouth once, twice, three times!
“Did you really think you were gonna muscle me around that easy? This is MY game, kitten! You’re just here to scream and cry while I sharpen my UUGGGHHHH!”
Veronica clambered to one knee and drove her forearm between the brunette’s thighs. It wasn’t *quite* a low blow, it did however stun Suguitan long enough for the blonde to muscle her up, over and down with a hefty Fireman’s Carry. Dismissing a strong urge to sit on Alexis’s mug then and there, Treymane rose onto her knees and crawled forward far enough to pin the other woman’s biceps with her shins. Then she sat down hard, driving her butt into Suguitan’s chest with enough force to drive the breath from her lungs.
Alexis ‘nnnngggghhhed’, tried to buck the blonde off and discovered her arms were practically useless. “Get your fat ass off me!” she barked following a second failed attempt.
Veronica only smiled and bounced a little harder, all the better to let the brunette feel her weight. “Nothin’ fat about it, daisy.” Veronica snarked. “It’s just the right size for keeping you nice and docile while I--” she scrunched her hands into fists and pik-pak-pekked a quick left, right, left combination into Suguitan’s tummy. Alexis grimaced and hissed. The shots weren’t all that strong, but she could tell that Treymane was holding back. Worse, Veronica knew she knew.
“Belly’s holding up pretty good right now, Lexie.” the Pinstripe Powerhouse noted. “Think it’ll do as well if I actually put some weight behind these punches?”
“If it’s the same weight you’re putting behind your ass I don’t have a prayERRGGHH!”
Veronica punched her in the stomach again, this time making sure to corkscrew her wrist so that the catfighter could really feel her knuckles. “Ohhhhh, felt a little more give that time. You skipping ab day at the gym, Lexie?”
“I only need half sessions if you’re throwing punches that weak.” Suguitan growled. “Seriously, didn’t Rachel teach you how to hit a OOOFFFFFHHH!”
Treymane pounded a Double Axehandle into her opponent’s midsection then broke it apart to shove the brunette’s legs down when they popped off the carpet. “So you’re ready for the real fun to start, huh daisy? Ok, lets play scratching post.”
Fingers hooked, she braced them against Alexis’s fluttering golden tummy and promptly raaaaaaaaaaked her from navel to sternum more than half a dozen times. Give her credit, Alexis didn’t sit there and take it, she bucked and writhed and even kicked her legs up a couple times. Once she even ‘shumped’ her calves around the blonde’s neck, alas she couldn’t get her ankles locked before wrenched her way clear. “Good thing we aren’t doing this between the ropes.” Veronica chuckled. “I would’ve pinned you about three times alreadYAAARRRGGHHOOOWWWW!”
Alexis’s biceps were pinned but she still had *just* enough reach to grab hold of Treymane’s dark green briefs. The wedgie that was equally salacious and effective, forcing Veronica to relinquish her perch to scamper over to a less populated corner of the room to fix her distended bottoms in peace.
Relieved of Treymane, Alexis brushed her hands across her midriff, as if trying to swipe away the welts, but they’re only growing in redness against her copper skin. Suguitan growled as she rotated from her back to all fours and looked with a dark laser focus at Veronica shifting her lower togs back into place.
The blonde strode toward the Associate, making sure to gather her foot placement on the carpet so she can lift a pendulum-like right toward the Filipino’s chin, but Alexis intercepted the kick before it hit home and she threw Veronica’s leg away as hard as she could manage, sending Treymane stumbling to the shag next to the room’s king-size.
Veronica used the bed to push to her feet quickly, but Portia’s protégé was already there and charging. She ducked a shoulder and PLOWED into Veronica’s chest, knocking her fellow destroyer class grappler to the mattress. Suguitan, at home in her environs, landed squarely on top and quickly had Treymane’s wrists stuck to the sheets. She looked down with an evil grin and waited for Veronica to get lippy.
“So are you waiting for a kisAAHHHH”
Suguitan RAMMED her forehead right between the peepers of the Pinstripe Powerhouse, shutting her up. The blonde’s noggin snapped back and bounced off the mattress. Using a momentary state of confusion from her flaxen-haired foe, Alexis released her grip, hopped to her feet and leapt into the air above Veronica SPLASHING across the tummy of her fellow Associate’s baby sis, CRUSHING Ronnie with a Crossbody that drew a deep grunt from the blonde and a body-to-body smeck of satisfaction for the veteran catfighter.
Moving to the foot of the bed, Alexis tugged out the sheets from beneath the mattress and quickly fashioned the lower end into a makeshift cord. She started to wrap it around Veronica’s ankles and hurriedly knotted it in place as Treymane struggles hardily to shift her lower limbs from Alexis’ Girl Scout practice. With her legs lashed, Veronica cursed a blue streak.
“Take it up with Rachel after the match,” Alexis chuckled. “Maybe she can get me DQd in appellate court, but for now…”
Suguitan grabbed Veronica by her long blonde locks and dragged her foe to the edge of the bed so her upper half draped over the side, head, shoulders and torso overturned with her beautiful backside and legs still on the mattress. Treymane fought to work her legs free and was quickly making slack in the sheets, but not before Alexis moved a dozen feet away and hit the shag running. She leapt as she closed in and NAILED Ronnie with a Dropkick to the face that drew some sympathetic ‘OOOOH’s from the limited lucky in the crowd.
Enjoying the upside down glaze in Veronica’s features, Alexis laid comfortably on the carpet, stuffing her bare tootsies into Veronica’s face, skilled enough to close the blonde’s nostrils between the big and second toe of her right foot. Veronica snorted back to life and weakly pushed Suguitan’s foot away.
As Alexis rose, Veronica tried to do the same with an ab crunch or two to get fully back to the mattress, but Alexis put an end to that with a couple violent side kicks to her foe’s navel.
Suguitan lowered and knelt next to a groaning Treymane as the blonde continued to shift her ankles back-n-forth and side-to-side, slowly making progress. The Filipino beauty strummed her fingers lightly but threateningly on Veronica’s thinly sheathed crotch.
“Now what should I do next?” she asked coyly.
One overexcited gentleman on the edge of the room could only manage “DO IT!”
The instruction seemed sufficient for the junior member of VanBuren & Associates and she curled her fingers, digging them viciously into the blonde’s crotch, ‘”chewing” the digits into Veronica’s privates.
“You know,” Alexis informed over Veronica’s mewls. “Portia thinks you’d be valuable. Me?”
Alexis flexed her stilletto-like fingers, sending her ruby tips pressing deep into the lycra and the flesh beneath.
“Not so much.”
Veronica bit her lower lip, but another ungodly squeeeeze from the catfighter drew an anguished yelp from the blonde that became a looping kick to the crown of Alexis’ head, Veronica “inspired” enough to break free from her silken binding and semi-somersault into an attack on her tormentor.
Alexis flopped to the carpet a few feet away, growling as she wrapped both arms around the top of her noggin. Meanwhile, Veronica “crunched” her way to the top of the mattress and rolled to the other side, dropping off the opposite edge before turtling into a protective ball, trying to assuage her burning undercarriage.
Alexis gave her scalp a final rub and hopped to her feet. She raced to the bed and scrambled across on hands and knees, ready to pounce on the potential Associate on the other side and out of view. But before she could slide off, a hand shot up from beneath where those from where Suguitan had departed could see. The palm encircled the front of Alexis’ throat, the exotic brunette going wide-eyed as she gasped for air.
It’s not a zombie rising from the grave to strangle the life from Portia’s protégé, though from the blind side, it wasn’t hard to imagine, that was until the gorgeous, sweat-speckled face of Veronica comes into view, a force of vengeance as she rose, compelling Alexis to a bedded kneel as she grabbed desperately at Treymane’s wrist, trying to pry her way free.
Veronica moved her feet, then winced as she stepped one foot and then the other onto the raised mattress, forcing Alexis to follow suit, both catty crushers balancing perilously. But with her chokehold in place, Veronica’s in command of the unsteady ballet on the bed. A Choke Slam looks in order, but Veronica wasn’t going to be satisfied with one onto the cushy “canvas” of the bed and the crowd starts to buzz as she moved a struggling fearful Suguitan to the edge, apparently more than ready to send the Filipino catfighter up then hurtling far to the floor below, no amount of shag to save her from a spine-rattling and perhaps fateful conclusion.
Desperate to avoid such a decisive blow so early into the bout, Alexis dug in her toes as best she could and wrapped a chokehold of her own around the blonde’s throat. “Luuhh… let me GO.” she growled while clamping down on her attacker’s neck.
Not to be dissuaded, Treymane slapped Suguitan’s face with her free hand, then snatched hold of her foe’s red satin waistband and treated it to a vicious tug.
The wedgie drew a pained hiss followed by a quick, violent rebuke in the form of an overhand Forearm Smash that crashed down on Veronica’s Goozlin’ arm. Sucking a deep breath the instant she was free, Alexis sank into a crouch, stuffed her right shoulder into opposing tummy and wrapped her arms around Treymane’s upper thighs. With a grunt and a sneer she rose onto her tiptoes and dropped forward and down to PFHWHUMP her burden onto the comforter in an improvised Spinebuster.
“You’re outclassed tonight, bytch.” Suguitan growled from her perch between the blonde’s splayed gams. “You may be a bad ass in the ring and filthy back alleys, but the penthouse is MY playgrouNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Seasoned Apartment House Wrestler though she was, Alexis’s desire to talk trash meant she temporarily forgot she’d dumped Treymane on a mattress and not thinly-sheathed plywood. She recognized the error only when Veronica ‘smecked’ her legs around the Associate’s waist and bore down with crushing force. Head tossed back in a stunned groan, Suguitan braced splayed hands against those encroaching knees and dug in as deep as she could.
Veronica grimaced, shifted her ankles and treated her opponent to another rough constriction. Propped on her elbows, Treymane let Alexis wallow in hurt for a good five seconds before she demanded, “Give it up, daisy. Before your ribs do it for GRRHH! Ok, is that how you want it? I can play that game.”
The ‘game’ in question involved claws. Suguitan’s were attached just above the blonde’s knees, though her thumbs were hooked in behind to better gouge at the soft flesh. “Better to just give up now, slut.” Alexis huffed while her nails did the work. “If I start to scratch, you’re going to bleed outTTERRRGGGHH OOOOWWWW YOU BYTCH!”
Treymane sat up, shot both hands forward and affixed them to her foe’s breasts. She didn’t pull the satin cups aside but that was a small mercy considering the way her white-knuckled talons sank into the vulnerable flesh. Using her thumbs to attack from the underside, Veronica twisted her wrists away from one another while simultaneously jiggling Alexis’s bounty up n’ down, up n’ down. “Yeah, I’m a bytch.” the Dangerous Dame admitted over the sounds of Suguitan’s suffering. “But it takes one to know one… and to beat onNNNGGGHH!”
Alexis slapped her across the mouth, then filled her hands with the blonde’s locks and pulled her close. “One warning f*ckface. Let go of my tits right now or you’ll scream yourself hoarSUUUUFFFFFHHHH!” Veronica did, but only to thwhap-thwhap-THWHAP a trio of Forearm Smashes into the Filipino lovely’s chest. Then she resumed the Breast Claw with even more vigor, making a special point to scrape the tips of her fingernails into the angry pink furrows.
*Almost* as hurt as she was mad, Suguitan SMACKED Treymane in the face, grabbed a double handful of hair and wrenched back ‘n forth until the blonde shrieked in agony. Far from satisfied, Alexis delivered two ringing overhand slaps to Treymane’s tits before rubbing the cups with the ball of her thumbs. “There they are.” the brunette cooed as she felt Veronica’s nipples strain against the concealing fabric. “Let’s show baby how it’s done.” With that she pinched down, twisted her wrists and pulled back until it was the potential Associate wailing with pain. “What’s the matter, cupcake?!” Alexis sounded overjoyed despite the ten tines tearing at her own tits. “Prissy little boobs can’t take it? Better give up before I twist ‘em right offFAAAAAAAHHHHHGGGGHHH!”
Veronica upped the ante by jerking Alexis’s top down and securing a pincer grip of her own. “I can take anything you got, daisy.” she growled through clenched teeth. “Anything at allLLEERROOOOWWWW!”
Suguitan abruptly abandoned the double claw to RAKE her nails across Treymane’s eyes. The vicious titty twister faded enough for Alexis to draw a shuddery breath. Even more important, it gave her enough time to PWAAAK a short, straight punch into her attacker’s briefs. Veronica wailed, reached for her groin and wailed again when Alexis snatched hold of her wrists. “You’re dead now, princess.” the vicious catfighter purred. “Hope you like the taste of velvet.”
Not actually caring if she did or not, Suguitan wriggled free of the loosened Scissors, straddled her blonde’s waist and slammed her captured wrists into the mattress no less than half a dozen times. Weakened by the Low Blow, Veronica managed a commendable bridge nonetheless. Alas it wasn’t enough to buck Alexis off when the brunette scampered forward and dropped her bronzed buttocks squarely on Treymane’s face. Thighs clamped tight against her squealing prey’s cheeks, the Filipino Phenom bounced up n’ down and enjoyed an evil cackle before turning her attention to the murmuring audience. “Get those phones ready, losers! This pussy is about to beg for mercy and I know ALL of you could use a new ring tone! Consider it my present to you!”
Her tone was hardly genuine, yet that didn’t stop most everyone in attendance from readying their phones for the impending surrend--
“AAAARRRGGHHHH FAAAAAAHHHHHHK!” Alexis’s joy turned to paralyzed shock for a reason the guests couldn’t discern. It wasn’t until she released Veronica’s wrists and pounded at her forehead that they realized the blonde had sank her teeth into those grinding red briefs. Far from pleased with the situation despite Suguitan’s wailing, Treymane kicked her legs up, hooked them under the brunette’s armpits and pulled back to roll her from her perch. Of course doing so also freed Alexis from the attack on her crotch and she made the most of it by tumbling backward into a tense crouch.
One hand pressed to her assaulted trunks, Suguitan clambered to verticality while a panting, smudgy faced Treymane did the same. “You’re goddamned dead.” Alexis promised the Pinstripe Powerhouse. “I don’t care who’s sister you are, no one chews on my junk and lives to see the sun come up.”
Veronica ‘flicked’ her distended briefs into place across her cheeks. “You think that was chewing? Daisy, that was nothing but a nibble. If I start to chew, you start to--” she would’ve said ‘cry’ if Alexis hadn’t pounced with talons aimed at her eyes. Rather than answer with claws of her own, Treymane pivoted on her left foot and brought her right leg up in a high Kneelift that THWONKED against the brunette’s forehead. Alexis staggered back a few steps, then gave up a whole lot more when Veronica grabbed her by the throat and marched her to the edge of the bed. Squeezing the catfighter’s throat with absolutely no thought to Suguitan’s safety, the blonde slung her prey’s near arm across her shoulder and helped herself to a huge handful of waistband.
No escape this time, Alexis didn’t even get to ‘eep’ when Treymane lifted her up and hurled her off the bed. THWHUMP! It wasn’t a tumble from the top turnbuckle but it sure as hell wasn’t pleasant, if the Associate’s shocked, wide-eyed gasp was any indication. Reduced to crippled twitching by the fall, Suguitan dug in with her heels and her elbows and managed to turn in a twisty quarter circle. Above her, Veronica came *this* close to hopping down from the bed before reconsidering at the last second.
“You showed me a pretty good Splash earlier, daisy.” she muttered under her breath. “Now let me show you mine.”
With that, she started to bounce up n’ down, the Dangerous Dame gathering strength for the tidal wave that’d wash Alexis out of the penthouse on a crushing defeat.
But as the Pinstripe Powerhouse shot into the air above the splayed Filipino, aiming to descend in a Crossbody splash on Alexis and the plush shag beneath, Suguitan pulled her knees up and Treymane gored herself in the gut on her landing.
Veronica rolled off the double-pointed impact, holding her belly and groaning, eyes wide in pain and disbelief and, next to her, the Associate was in shape that’s little better. Alexis let her legs straighten and rolled to her chest, but was slow to manage more.
Thankfully for the rivals, there’s no count to beat, but there was the other woman. Each rose slowly if nearly simultaneously, Alexis reached her stockinged feet a split second earlier and dipped a shoulder, charging Treymane. She tackled the blonde, drawing a throaty ‘OOOOOF’ from Veronica. She sent Rachel’s sister into a backpedal toward the fast approaching drywall.
But the Fixer’s sibling didn’t just take the blow, which ended a considerable ‘crunching’ of her spine, but corralled Alexis’ head in the crook of her left arm, keeping the brunette’s braincase tucked under her limb tightly. When Ronnie’s backbone hit the penthouse wall, the crown of Suguitan’s skull was driven in as well, the effort acting as a makeshift, vertical form of a DDT.
Alexis popped out from under Treymane’s arm after the collision, dark eyes dizzied. She wobbled in a 180 and staggered away from the wincing Veronica.
”Don’t think very well on your feet, do you Alexis?” the blonde asked, striding after the dazed Associate. “That seems to be a trademark of the women Rachel advises. I’m sure it’s good money, but she can do SO much better.”
The catfighting veteran continued to bide time in retreat and Veronica’s had enough of that trend, pattering her feet across the carpet and diving into the exotique as she crossed in front of an overstuffed leather chair. Both beauties flew into the furniture and unsurprisingly it tipped over, spilling Veronica and Alexis out.
The sound of spectators on the move could be heard over the groans of the combatants as the privileged few tried to get an unobstructed view around the chair. They needn’t have bothered as an unidentified arm soon pushed the chair out of the way. The owner was immediately seen to be the Pinstripe Powerhouse, her other hand buried in the raven locks of a dazed Alexis. Treymane, quickly up on her knees, held the head of a battered horizontal Alexis up by her dark locks, like a hunter on safari with her prize of a big cat. But unlike most of those tableaus, this big game suddenly shrieked to life, shot toward the hunter, and sank one set of nails into Veronica’s bosom while raking the other set across the blonde’s dark peepers.
Treymane howled in pain, eyes quickly shuttered, both palms wrapping around Alexis’ wrist. Veronica tugged the mauling digits off with a feral shout and pushed Suguitan away. When she opened her windows on the world they’re bloodshot and watery and most importantly not working well. Veronica stretched her arms out in front of her, feeling for her foe, but Alexis scrambled out of reach.
The Filipino penthouse playa scurried to the nightstand beside the bed, shoving off the lamp and plucking it off the floor. Using the top of the diminutive desk as a battering ram, she raced the wooden face toward the risen, mostly sightless Powerhouse. Veronica was able to straighten to her full height, taking her head out of range, but Suguitan still butted the top of the nightstand into Veronica’s chest, knocking her flat and taking the wind out of the would-be VB&A recruit’s sails
Alexis skidded to a stop and tossed her weapon away, walking back to the waylaid blonde. Her vision slowly returning, Veronica cannot like what she saw filling her sightlines, ceiling replaced by angry Associate.
Suguitan moved to a forward facing, standing straddle of Treymane and dropped directly down into Veronica’s open midriff, her derriere SLAMMING deep into the blonde’s solar plexus. Ronnie jackknifed from the impact and that was made a momentary advantage when it brought her close enough to Alexis’ head to grab onto her long dark locks. Without a second’s hesitation, Veronica SLAMMED a Headbutt into the bridge of Alexis’s nose.
The Associate yelped in pain, hands instantly flying to her beak. The catfighter nasally informed the Pinstripe Powerhouse she’s in for a world of hurt or more explicit words to that effect.
Shoulders back on the shag after she reclined, the still breathless and mounted blonde started to wriggle out from under Alexis. But the penthouse veteran put a quick end to that by leaning forward from her haunches around Veronica’s hips to fall to all fours. It’s a ruinous situation for the blonde when Alexis’s palms don’t land flat to the carpet on either side of her frame. Instead, Suguitan made sure they land atop Treymane’s fulsome breasts, first flattening them to her breastbone, as much as they could be, then, with all the precision of a woman accustomed to using her nails as stilettos, Alexis shredded into the tender teats, squeezing and scratching, shifting and mauling,
Veronica tried to shove her rival off to escape Alexis’ catty handiwork, but the junior member of VB&A had all her weight leaning into the dual claws and it’s a terrible task for the mewling Treymane.
“Go on and quit, you sniveling tramp!” Suguitan taunted in response to her foe’s questionable escape attempts. “And I’ll tell Portia you’re not interested in the position. Not that she’d want a pussy like you working with her anyOOOFFFFHHH!” Treymane stopped trying to remove the brunette’s claws and started pounding awkward punches into Suguitan’s taut tummy. Alexis grimaced, bared her teeth in a savage smile and made her blonde pay for the resistance by hooking her calves behind Veronica’s.
“AAAAAHHH FAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHK!” Treymane’s scream was long and loud as Suguitan’s Double Leg Grapevine stretched her hamstrings to the snapping point.
“Oh, you think that hurts, little girl?” the catfighter snickered. “THIS hurts!”
A single sharp tug freed Veronica’s bounty from their cups and gave the Ferocious Filipino two new targets for her talons. Veronica’s breath caught in her throat. “Don’t even think about it, daiSEERRGHHHHHHH BYTCH!”
“Oh, I’m doing more than thinking about it!” Alexis gave the captured nipples another vicious pinch, then added a slow twiiiisssssssst and pull that had the audience wincing right along with the blonde.
Careful to stay *just* clear of both lady’s reach, Al Carpenter knelt beside the action and said, “What do you say, Veronica? Do you want me to call it?”
“Haven’t you been listening?” Alexis chided. “She’s been saying ‘aaaaaawwwwwww gaaaawwwwd it hurts! It hurts Alexis! Please let my pathetic titties goUUURRRRRGGGHHHK!”
Honing in on Suguitan’s hateful voice, the Dangerous Dame curled her left hand into a ‘C’ shaped hook and thrust her middle and ring fingers into the catfighter’s startled mouth. Slipping those digits under Suguitan’s tongue, Treymane wedged her thumb against the shelf of her tormentor’s chin and bore down in an agonizing Mandible Claw.
Give the hellcat her due, Alexis actually pinched her foe’s nubs a little tighter, but it lasted for no more than five seconds before she abandoned ‘em to better deal with the agony in her gullet. “What’s the matter, daisy?” Veronica’s voice was a shuddery shadow of it’s usual confident self, yet the keen ear noted a solid undertone of sass as she struggled to a seat. “Got nothing to say when you run afoul of a real claw?” Alexis’s dark eyes narrowed to hateful slots and she did indeed mutter something around the blonde’s grip, not that it sounded like much more than pained whimpering. “What’s that?” Veronica huffed. “Your slutty bra is starting to chafe? Let me get that for you.” Suguitan didn’t get time to object before Veronica tugged her top down and applied a vindictive claw to her left breast.
Quick to note the sudden slump in Alexis’s shoulders, Al asked, “What about you, Alexis? If you want out just say the word.”
She turned a pained glance on the zebra, which got a small smile from Treymane. After all that tough talk, Portia’s heir apparent was about to “EERRRGGGGHHH!”
A pair of wickedly curved claws shot out and raaaaaaaaaaaked across Veronica’s face. A second scoring loosened the blonde’s clamp enough for Suguitan to spit it out and after that it was off to the races. Helping herself to a sweaty handful of Treymane’s locks, Alexis scrambled to her feet and forced the penitent battler into a Front Facelock. Then she kicked her feet forward and laid out on her back to THWHUMP Veronica’s noggin into the carpet courtesy a DDT.
Veronica jolted violently then settled out on her tummy, not moving save to cradle an arm against her aching skull. That was all just fine with Alexis, as she was using the reprieve to steady her breathing and work the kinks from her jaw. After a moment she sat up, pulled her right knee close to her chest and proceeded to peel that red nylon down her leg.
“What’re you gonna do with the stocking, Alexis?” Al asked pointedly.
“Whatever I damned well please, dork. You know AHW rules.”
He did, which was why the official was so worried.
Turned out there was good cause. Holding her hosiery at both ends, Alexis stretched it garrote tight and got to her feet. Rather than wait for Treymane to rise on her own, she kicked at the blonde with her bare foot, peppering ribs, buttock and shoulder with a flurry of taunting stomps. “Get up, bytch. I’m done wasting time on you! Stand your worthless ass up one more time so I can finish this right!”
Veronica groaned, rose to all fours and angrily slapped Sugitan’s foot away when she tried for another kick. Alexis offered no rebuke, choosing instead to swing around behind the Dangerous Dame. As of yet unaware of this development, Treymane sucked in a few deep breaths, then clambered to verticality. That was about the time she realized she didn’t have a bead on Suguitan’s position. It was also the precise moment when Alexis pulled the stocking noose down over her foe’s throat and cinched it tight.
“Go on and scream if you want!” the cruel catfighter hissed in her prey’s ear. “Oh wait, you CAN’TTWHOOAHHHNNNNNGGGHH!”
Suguitan’s air deprivation ended less than three seconds after it began because Veronica snatched a double handful of hair and dropped to one knee to send the brunette tumbling onto her butt with a quick Snapmare. Understandably startled, the evil exotique scrambled to her feet and THWHACK! Treymane pivoted around on her left heel, sprang into the air and damned near kicked Alexis’s head off her shoulders! Caught flush on the jaw by a thunderous bolt of Chicago Lightning, Suguitan did a drunken about-face and spilled to the carpet in front of a small group of wide-eyed fans.
Al had seen some sudden reversals in his day, but that one surprised even him. “How the hell’d you make that look so easy?” he questioned the rasping blonde.
Veronica cracked a smile. “Rachel told me Lexie might try something like that. Offered to show me a little exercise yard self defense. Paid off, didn’t it?”
“I’ll say.” the official agreed.
The Pinstripe Powerhouse might’ve paused to savor her victory a little while longer if Alexis hadn’t groaned and pushed onto her hands. “Oh, I don’t think so honey.” She stomped over, straddled the brunette’s waist and dropped a Butt Bomb onto her upper back.
Alexis hit the carpet hard, tried to push off again and found herself pinned. “Get offa me, bytch.” she grunted. “I’m gonna strangle the life outta HEY! NO! THAT’S MINEERRRGGGGHHHHH CHEAP SLUT!” Suguitan had been reaching for her weaponized nylons when Treymane snatched them out of her grasp. In the next instant she laid claim to the brunette’s wrists, twisted them behind her back and bound her hands together with several Gaiman-class knots.
“Nothing cheap in the penthouse sweetie.” Veronica smirked. “Everything‘s legal. And everything costs the world.” Grasping her opponent by the shoulder, Treymane pushed to one knee and flopped the immobilized lass onto her back.
“You’re so dead!” Alexis growled. “I don’t give a shyt about your connections, I’m gonna paint these walls with your TEARSSSSEEERRRGGHHHHHH!”
Veronica twisted around and plopped her buns on Suguitan’s nose, much to the crowd’s delight and the brunette’s disgust. The squealing catfighter couldn’t do much with her hands tied and pinned beneath her torso but it didn’t stop her from twisting from side to side and kicking her legs up for a desperation sciss--
”GAAAAAAAHHHHMMMMPPPPPPHHHH!” Her resistance reached an abrupt, emphatic end when Treymane shot her right hand out and clamped it to the center of Alexis’s panties.
“Oh what, don’t tell me you’re surprised?!” Veronica scoffed as Alexis sobbed into her domineering glutes. “Isn’t the whole point to impress your boss?”
The crowd chuckled and clapped but Suguitan went on skidding her heels into the carpet so the Dangerous Dame gripped her clawin’ wrist and leaned down onto it to put even more power behind the purloined 9-11.
Smothered, covered and subjugated, Alexis struggled against her bonds and the growing fire in her loins for a full twenty seconds before her pride finally snapped its tether and ran away. “STAAAHHHB!” she wailed. “AYEGHIB! AYEGIBHUP!”
Already close, Al glanced to an unobtrusive little man over in the corner and flashed a signal. Back in the arena, the bell sounded and the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
Veronica gave her foe’s undercarriage one more squeeze, then let loose and almost offered up a double bicep flex before she remembered her bra was hanging loose. The pose came following a quick adjustment, as did a condescending pat of her opponent’s groin. “Good fight, daisy.” Treymane huffed after she’d regained her feet. “A little dirtier than I’d wanted, but it all worked out fine, didn’t it?” She raised one foot and planted it between Alexis’s breasts. “If your boss still wants to talk, she knows how to get a hold of me. And if she doesn’t… well, we’ll always have the penthouse, won’t we?”