Post by alyadmirer on Mar 14, 2016 21:40:49 GMT
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
Perhaps because Alexis had received the opportunity to come out second in their prior forays into the ring, Bethany placed the Associates in lead-off tonight. The threatening threesome were at the ready, waiting for their cue, a gregarious VanBuren, World Title belt around her slender midriff; while Rachel reviewed her metrics with the Filipino Phenom. If anyone knew tonight’s foe, it’s the woman’s sibling and FAWN’s greatest scout. Not that after two previous recent battles, Suguitan didn’t know Veronica like the back of her golden-brown hand.
RACHEL RAKER:
Still, Alexis listened intently, trying to pick up every little nugget when a familiar, old-school refrain trumpeted through the speakers, the sound bringing back thoughts of FAWN and Portia past. Nostalgia certainly hadn’t made the fans’ hearts grow fonder, as ‘The World is Not Enough’ from Garbage couldn’t even get through its sweeping instrumental opening without encountering a wall of jeers.
THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8C5NLfYdZaE
Baby smirked at the reaction to her old song and Suguitan’s current accompaniment.
PORTIA OPHELIA VANBUREN:
“So we’re focused tonight, correct? No repeats of that penthouse pratfall ,” Baby demanded. “Follow the plan and I’ll chip in where I can. Veronica will show us what she’s got and you’ll show her more. Then we’ll decide if she’s Associate material once and for all.”
Alexis nodded and got a slap on the back from her boss as she headed through the part in the curtain.
The tall, exotic brunette moved to center stage where she swept an imperious gaze over the FAWNatics. She spread her copper-skinned arms and legs wide and cast her eyes downward. Alexis was clad in her familiar and much-appreciated red velvet bra and panties with sheer red stockings on long, flawless legs that were blissfully free of boots.
Behind and to either side were Raker and VanBuren. The main event would be Baby’s showcase so she allowed Alexis to have the spotlight for now. Clapping her hands together overhead, Alexis started on her march to the ring, striding down the ramp and aisle with no attention paid to the rabid crowd. The more senior Associates followed, likewise keeping out of reach of the rabble.
As the raven-haired beauty reached ringside and rose up the steps, the Ring Announcer took to the microphone.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Hailing from Manila in the Philippines, she stands five feet and eight inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is VanBuren & Associates’ junior partner, ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
Rachel and Portia followed their powerhouse player up. Each took a seat on the middle rope while pushing the top strand up, allowing Alexis to slide easily between. Moving directly to the middle of the ring, Suguitan showed a building presence and confidence that ALMOST makes people forget Portia’s in the building. However, in case that might occur, the champ shouted out to her protégé.
“Don’t forget. This isn’t just a test for her. It’s one for you as well.”
Her warning delivered, Baby and her lead counsel dropped to the floor and sidebarred at the Associates’ designated corner, going over last-minute plans while Alexis fidgeted nervously, ready to start this third and tiebreaking match in a series between two of FAWN’s most dangerous young lions.
The capacity crowd was still throwing serious shade when the Announcer gave them a reason to cheer. “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!”
For viewers at home the blonde’s last name was a talisman, one that turned the arena a scratchy black & white in the blink of an eye. Along with it came a decidedly modern combination of guitar and drums, the thrumming beat that heralded Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’. Shortly thereafter the Magnificent Moll strode through the curtain.
MACHINE GUN BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uf3FOEL3KjE
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Dressed in a half length (it ended about mid-thigh) grey trench coat and matching fedora, Veronica Treymane looked out at the crowd and asked, “Kitty brought her claws and her goons…. SO I BROUGHT MY IRON!” She whipped open the coat with her free hand and leveled her replica Thompson sub-machinegun on the aisle, which she proceeded to rake the air with a blistering line of pyro that did a damned good job imitating real artillery. When the clip was exhausted Treymane raised it to her lips, blew smoke off the barrel and started her way down the aisle.
With the blonde moving fast and the coat flapping out in her wake, the FAWN faithful got a much better view of her ring attire. For this deciding bout against the woman who was quickly becoming her archrival she sported boy-cut trunks in grey with white pinstripes and topped with a sturdy white belt. The top was a matching one-third length bustier with small buttons running up the center and white edging atop the cups. These halves were connected thin white suspenders, while her pads at knee and elbow were charcoal grey. The outfit was finished with matte-black boots that rose to mid-shin.
Pausing for the occasional picture or handshake with some of her ever-growing ‘Partners in Crime‘, Treymane strode down the ramp then went left at the end and headed up the steel steps where she placed a hand on the brim of her fedora. Headgear properly secured, the Dangerous Dame slipped through the ropes and strode to Algernon Carpenter, to whom she handed her firepower. “Don’t let Portia anywhere near this thing, not unless you want to explain to brass when she takes a few pot shots at London’s Legions.”
Al snorted, knowing damned well Portia might do that, blanks and pyro be damned. “I’ll keep it safe, Veronica.”
Satisfied, the powerful blonde turned her attention to Alexis, who’d stopped twitching the second she entered the ring.
“You’re mine.” Suguitan mouthed.
Veronica shook her head ever so slightly. “You’re going down tonight, Daisy.” she murmured. “And then I’m coming for your boss.” There was little more to say, so Treymane backed into the opposite corner, where she kept her eyes locked on the catfighter while Carpenter went through final instructions and inspections
CLANG! Alexis came off the corner fast, with none of her usual stomp and swagger. Not that her stride showed anything less than total confidence because nothing could be further from the truth. The reason for Suguitan’s haste was simple. Treymane had embarrassed her on the penthouse carpet back at Season’s Beatings and every day since that galling defeat had been an agony of anticipation and frustration. Now that the chance for vengeance was finally nigh, the Filipino Phenom meant to use every second of the twenty minutes at her disposal. Of course the target of her ire had no intention of simply letting the brunette romp to victory, indeed the Dangerous Dame had plans of her own, most of which ended with one or both feet set firmly atop Alexis’s chest. Closing on Suguitan with identical speed, the blonde raised her hands and lunged as her attacker did the same.
The Collar & Elbow survived as intended for less than a heartbeat before Alexis curled one claw into the thick tangle of Treymane’s hair, all the better to wrench her head back n’ forth. Veronica cried out in surprise and pain but did not call Carpenter’s attention to the infraction. Instead she twined her fingers into Alexis’s sleek locks and pulled hard enough to make the catfighter’s eyes water. Gifted with far better eyesight than Portia gave him credit for, Al barked a warning within three seconds of the initial clench. “Get off the hair, both of you! Don’t make me tell you twice!”
Alexis actually did as bade, a development so startling that Treymane followed suite. Unfortunately the obedience was a distraction, one that lasted just long enough for Suguitan to THWHAP the broadest, strongest part of her right knee across Veronica’s tummy. Filling her hands with the blonde’s hair even before the ‘OOOOFFFFFFFHH!’ left her foe’s lips, Portia’s protégé bustled over to the nearest corner and bwung-bwung-BWUUUNGED Treymane’s forehead into the top turnbuckle.
There would’ve been more if the Pinstripe Powerhouse hadn’t snatched hold of the ropes in both hands to halt the abuse. Alexis snarled, then pulled back on Treymane’s hair until she did a little snarling of her own. “Final interview, princess.” the brunette smirked. “Now’s when we separate the goddesses from the EERRGGH!”
Veronica halved her steadying grip on the ropes to pound an elbow into her foe’s taut midsection. “Again?” she huffed. “Thought we did that when I made you quit into my trunOOOWWWW!”
Mention of that fateful evening in late December earned Treymane a savage raking, one that ran from the curve of her shoulders all the way to the small of her back. The burning sting of it undid her remaining control over the top rope, not that she even realized it until Suguitan resumed the grip on her hair and tapped a quick Toe Kick into the pit of her left knee. Eyes wide with surprise, Veronica’s yelp of surprise transformed into a stunned groan when the red-clad battler reared back and bounced her forehead off the middle buckle.
“All right Alexis, get her on her feet and out of the corner.” Carpenter chided once the brunette pulled her prey back to better observe the damage. “Come on now, you’ve got a whole ring to--really? Right in front of me?”
Obviously disinclined to oblige the official’s request, Suguitan pulled Treymane back just enough to stretch her out facedown against the bottom buckle. In the next instant she helped herself to the top rope, mounted the prone blonde and balanced her stockinged feet on the back of Veronica’s head. It wasn’t quite a Curbstomp since there was no actual stomping, yet it was clearly a most unpleasant predicament, as evidenced by Treymane’s hapless thrashing and muffled squealing, not to mention the savage delight etched on Suguitan’s face. Mashing the other woman’s face against the rough canvas covering until the ref hit ‘FOUR!’ on his count, Alexis hopped down, laid claim to Veronica’s ankles and draaaaaaaaagged her into the middle of the squared circle.
Dropping her burden with obvious disdain, the Filipino Phenom strutted around to Treymane’s side, wedged a foot against her ribs and rolled the red-faced bytch onto her back. “Suck it, loser.” the brunette laid a domineering foot across the blonde’s face and pushed down while Al tolled off…
ONE…
TWO…
“AAAAHHH DAMMIT!” Alexis hopped away to lean awkwardly against the ropes, one hand squeezing the toes that Veronica tried to chew off. Aware of a soft snicker coming from behind and below, Suguitan looked over her shoulder to glare at Portia. “That’s NOT funny.” she spat.
VanBuren snorted. “It’s kinda funny. Get back on her, Lexie.”
Alexis scowled and shifted her attention to Rachel. “You teach this chick it’s ok to bite? Or was that Burlingame?”
Raker looked up from her notes. “I suspect we both taught her what to do when someone put a foot near her mouth. You know better, Alexis.”
“Nahhhhh, I don’t think she does.” Suguitan rounded on one heel and found Treymane back on her feet. Meeting the brunette’s eye, Veronica went on. “But she looks like a quick study. Correction, she TASTES like a quick study.”
“You wanna know what I taste like, bytch?” Alexis purred. “All you had to do was ask.”
“Do I have to ask you to stop hanging out in the ropes too? Get out here and fight, Daisy.”
Alexis came at her like a shot, the catfighter’s crimson nails presenting a flashing vanguard aimed at the blonde’s-- “NNGGGHH!”
Treymane dipped under the slash, lunged in and put all her weight behind a Low Uppercut that THWHUMPED against the exotique’s flat tummy. Suguitan gasped and went up onto her toes even as she doubled over around her aching midsection. The Pinstripe Powerhouse rose as her opposition sank but she was kind enough to help Alexis right herself with a savage swipe down her nearly bare back. Her silence a stark contrast to the snarl twisting her mouth, Alexis swung on Treymane again and ended up trapped in a Side Headlock for her troubles.
“Heard you talking to the boss, earlier.” Veronica muttered as she marched them both over to Portia and Rachel’s side of the ring. “I’m a little hurt that you didn’t introductions, thankfully I know how to make a great first impression.” Suguitan cursed, then groaned when the blonde drilled a short Kneelift into her booty. Forced between the top and middle ropes by the abrupt strike, Alexis tried to back out but had her arms seized and threaded over the top rope.
Immediately thereafter Veronica cupped her chin in one hand and puuuuuuuuullled backward to better display the Penthouse Panther’s chest in front of her fellow Associates. “This is really where you’re putting all your stock, Baby?” Veronica asked from over her opponent’s left shoulder. “Daisy here is nothing but a glorified underwear model. A glorified underwear model who didn’t make it more than fifteen seconds in an imitation 9-11 I might add.”
Alexis tried to twist her head free, alas Treymane clamped down and pulled the back of her neck tight against the rubber-coated steel. “Enjoy this while you can, bytch. I’m going to shred you when I get outta UUUNNNNGGGGGHH!”
The Dangerous Dame brought her right arm up, down and in, THWHAPPING her foe across the chest with a clubbing blow. This was followed by a stiff Forearm Smash delivered her upper back. Half a dozen of each followed, a brutal bit of two-part harmony that would’ve continued ad infinitum if not for Al Carpenter. “Get her out of the ropes, Veronica. This should be a clean match.”
Treymane nodded sympathetically. “I understand, Al. Hold on though, Alexis’s got something on her chest.”
“Don’t you f*cking dEEERRRGGGGGGGHHHH!”
Too late.
Veronica reached between the ropes, cupped Suguitan’s defenseless bounty and clamped down until her knuckles turned white.
Veronica adds a couple more forearms to the chest of the dark-haired beauty before stepping away from the wincing Suguitan, meeting Al’s letter of the law a second before it became something more. But nothing said she had to help Alexis find her way out from between the rubber-coated steel cables. Beneath the hanging Associate, Rachel motioned for Alexis to stay where she was to get a breather, but Suguitan’s face turned sour and she dipped and turned back through, only to EAT a European Uppercut to the chin that nearly lifted her off her feet. Staggered, she fell back into the ropes but the tension propelled her to an awaiting Treymane. Veronica wrapped her arms around the Filipino’s chest, lifted, turned and deposited Alexis to the canvas in ring-rattling fashion.
The Pinstripe Powerhouse leapt over her fallen foe, delivering a Leg Drop across Alexis’ throat, sending the copper-skinned body into a spasm before falling still beneath the blonde’s draped leg for...
ONE…
TWO…
and Suguitan pushed the limb off, rolling to her side.
But as she did, Veronica was already mid-scramble, positioning her body to take full advantage of the side and the arm Alexis left exposed. Grabbing the limb, she forced the Associate to her back while furiously wrenching on the Fujiwara Armbar.
FUJIWARA ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JW0NV_UxyPs
Veronica turned to increase the pressure, pushing her back into Alexis’ side, Suguitan chirping in pain, shaking her head when Carpenter asked if she wants to give in and cede the best two of three to Treymane.
From the sidelines, Portia offered demands rather than encouragement, placing Alexis’ efforts to escape the submission in terms of saving Baby from embarrassment rather than Alexis from a loss or a dislocated shoulder. After a nearly a dozen seconds of torture, Suguitan was able to rotate and lay an ankle atop the bottom rope, Al dutifully calling for a break which the Pinstripe Powerhouse provided at ‘FOUR’.
Treymane rose and hovered over Alexis, Portia’s muscle cringing, grasping at her aching arm and locking her opposite leg around the other at the ankle so she couldn’t be easily pulled free of the cables.
Outside, Portia walked around the corner, unlocked her junior Associate’s lower limbs and tugged her out under the strand, cradling her close for some conversation that no doubt included some corrections in strategy and effort. But while the Associates discussed the change in plans, Treymane took off like a shot for the opposite ropes. She rebounded at full speed and, cruiserweight be damned, threw her body between the middle and upper ropes, barreling into both VanBuren and Suguitan with a Suicide Dive that sent Portia and Alexis flying to the steel barricade behind them, the backs of both women rammed into the unforgiving metal. Each slid down the divider to a pained seat.
Veronica quickly pushed to her feet and delivered a boot to the cleft of each woman’s bosom, much to the delight of the FAWNatics.
“Just so you know, I’d be a better Associate, if I’d ever lower myself to be one.”
The blonde delivered another stomp as they tried to rise, putting each back down, firmly on their asses.
Veronica caught movement out of the corner of her eye and spun to find her sister. Rachel took notes but didn’t intercede. Her eyes flashed to Veronica’s, a prideful spark subtle, but nonetheless clear. She turned her face toward a groaning VanBuren.
“I suggest you find a way to deal with Miss Treymane together, as it seems one…”
Rachel let the words trail off, realizing Portia was generally the only Associate from which snark was appreciated.
As it happens, Veronica decided one will be sufficient as she sank her nails into Alexis’ scalp and tugged her to verticality. Grabbing a wrist, she spun and whipped Suguitan back-first into the apron. The Filipino arched in agony as her spine cracked into the side of the mat. Veronica grabbed a shoulder and a handful of trunks on her foe’s hip to toss Alexis like a soused bar patron back into the ring.
The blonde turned and gave the stirring Portia a final powerful stomp to the A-cups to send her flat to the cement floor, all under the watchful eye of the Associates’ lead counsel. The Pinstripe Powerhouse turned and slid into the squared circle to join her opponent, popping to her feet by the time Alexis had made it to hands and knees.
But instead of furthering her attack, she waited on Alexis’ six, poised for the raven-haired beauty to make her feet. Once done, Alexis spun to find her rival and discovered a clenched right hand to her jaw. Veronica followed with a wicked left-handed Bytch Slap to the bent Associate, followed by a Kneelift to the face that violently straightened the beleaguered Suguitan before a Discus Clothesline nearly removed Alexis’ head from her body and sent her rocketing back to the canvas.
The crowd was roaring as a dominant Treymane pirouetted to a stop and eschewed another pin attempt, instead reveling in showing the Associates what they’re missing and, more importantly, will continue to miss.
On the outside, Raker had resumed her position in the Associates’ corner while a wobbly Portia weaved toward her lawyer. With Alexis’ compatriots accounted for, Veronica grabbed the downed and dazed Alexis by a shoulder and her long dark mane, forcing Suguitan up to rubbery legs, Alexis bent and sagging.
Veronica approached from her foe’s left side, grabbing Alexis’ left arm and forcing it through her legs. She snatched the Pumphandle while reaching across Suguitan’s back with her other arm, securing the right arm of her rival and stretching the copper-skinned abs of the junior Associate. With her tool secured, Veronica vaulted a drained Alexis off the canvas high and genuflected, sending the catfighter plunging to her bended knee, Alexis’ back badly dented if not broken by the debilitating maneuver.
PUMPHANDLE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-2mVWZigWA
Veronica sloughed off what’s left of Alexis and Suguitan puddled in front of her.
Treymane took a moment to stare down VanBuren and gave Baby the ‘safe sign’ to make Portia aware her stooge was done and to come at her in person next time. She then dropped to a Crossbody pin, hooking a leg for the...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Alexis surprised the blonde by rolling a shoulder up, if weakly, remaining alive, if barely.
Hands on her thighs, Treymane took a moment to catch her breath and mop a forearm across her brow before working her fingers into Suguitan’s battle damp hair. “You’re good, Daisy.” she said. “Tough too, even if I hate to admit it. But Baby’s been stroking your ego so much you’ve forgotten what it’s like to really suffer between these ropes. That’s why I’m here.”
“I don’t need any reminders from you, Veronica.” Alexis huffed even as the Dangerous Dame peeled her off the canvas. “I was fighting for rent money on the carpets of Manila while you were still writing letters to prison in your all girls UUUNNGGGHH!”
Veronica jerked her into a Kneelift that knocked the brunette up on her toes and thrust her rump backward at a rather ignominious angle. “Did you talk as much shyt then too?” She didn’t wait for an answer, choosing instead to sling the Filipino Phenom across the squared circle as hard as she could. Distracted by her aches and the galling realization that Rachel’s little sister was kicking her ass, Alexis didn’t realize the corner was close until it practically filled her vision. Whirling at the last possible second, she BWUUUNGED into the buckles spine-first and bounced out like a hockey player checked against the glass. As for the woman responsible for the checking, she stalked into Suguitan’s personal space, dipped a shoulder and threaded an arm through Alexis’s thighs.
“You’re looking a little down in the mouth, Daisy.” Veronica chided after she’d muscled the catfighter up into a Fireman’s Carry. “How’s bout you and I go for a little spin?” T’was an offer Suguitan could’ve most certainly refused, if given the opportunity. Alas, Veronica was already twirling by the time Alexis voiced her first protest and by then it was far too late.
Let us take a moment to reflect on the humble Airplane Spin. Tame in comparison to some of the embarrassments dished out in a FAWN ring and yet it was always mentioned as one of the moves a talent hated to endure simply because it showed the world how thoroughly helpless the recipient was for the duration. Alexis proved no different, she wailed and kicked her feet, even smacked at Treymane’s back several times, but none of it could stop the pinstriped dervish from keeping her in the spin cycle for almost twenty seconds. Alexis finally sucked in a deep breath when the ride came to a stop, which turned out to be a bad idea because Veronica tossed her up n’ forward while simultaneously dropping to her knees. The beautiful brunette landed flat on her face, chest and belly, bounced up onto her knees and started to flop over, only to stop short when Treymane snatched her hair.
FIREMAN'S CARRY FACEPLANT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-fRm54vJgVw
“Not quite done on the canvas yet, doll.” She forced Alexis back down on her belly, then swung around so she was stretched out perpendicular across the vulnerable exotique’s upper back. Resting on her left hip and shoulder, Veronica caught Alexis’s right arm in a tight Scissors and trapped her left arm under the blonde’s right armpit almost immediately thereafter. With Noirevoir locked in tight, Treymane craaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the stretch to put fight-winning torque on her opponent’s arms and shoulders.
NOIREVOIR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLpNsgv6tNg
“DON’T YOU GIVE UP, ALEXIS!” Portia barked from her spot beside the apron. “DON’T YOU DARE QUIT ON ME!”
Alexis, who’d been shaking her head ‘no’ in response to similar queries from Carpenter and Treymane, looked up and fixed her employer with a look of frustrated rage. “You wanna fight her, Baby?”
Utterly unaccustomed to that sort of response from her protégé, Portia fell into a surly silence that held even when Suguitan started bicycling her legs to inch ever so closer to the ropes. Rachel on the other hand set her clipboard at a discrete spot on the apron and started to clap, as well as coach. “Excellent work ladies, both of you! Veronica, lets see some more pressure on that Armbar! Alexis, I’ve seen you fight through worse than this! Gut it out and make those ropes!”
Startled into action by the unexpected coaching, sister and friend alike responded in kind, with Treymane trying to break Suguitan’s will and Suguitan trying to break Treymane’s control. In this particular contest it was the brunette who triumphed, as she wriggled and stretched until she angled her right foot over the bottom rope. “Break!” she groaned with none of her usual arrogance. “Let off, I’m in the ropes, bytch.”
Veronica reefed on it ‘til the ref reached ‘THREE!’ then disengaged and backed off to collect herself while the catfighter did the same. Perched on one knee while leaning heavily against the strands, Suguitan kept her eyes on Veronica without ever sparing a glance for her fellow Associates. When she did glance to the outside, her words were for Rachel, not Portia. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Rache. But I am going to beat your sister’s ass.”
“I’d be more offended if you didn’t, Alexis. Have at it.”
Purposely ignoring Portia’s irritated stare, Alexis got up, snapped her distended panties back into place and stepped to her opposition. “Tell me something, Nick at Nite.” she taunted the smirking blonde. “When were you going to give me your best shot?”
Treymane rolled her shoulders, tucked a few strands of hair behind her ears. “When I was sure you could take all the stuff that came before it. So far I’m not convinced.”
Alexis took a few steps closer and stretched her arms wide. “I am. Bring every bullet you got, honey. It’s time we had a shootout.” Veronica obliged her quickly, the Dangerous Dame moving in with her fists high and tight. Suguitan met her in the middle and the fists began flying at once, blonde and brunette demonstrating a remarkable degree of technical skill in their fisticuffs despite the catty nature of earlier skirmishes. They circled, lunged, feinted and clinched for the better part of a minute. Alexis the more aggressive with her jabs and crosses, while Veronica paced herself but made every hook and uppercut count. One particularly snappy example of the latter set Suguitan back on her heels, forcing Treymane to reach out for a handful of hair to keep her within range.
This proved a mistake, as the Ferocious Filipino swatted her hand away and darted in close so that Veronica’s reachin’ arm was draped over her right shoulder. Circling her arms around the startled battler’s head, Suguitan locked her hands, sprang into the air and landed on her butt to THWHUNK Treymane’s chin into the point of her shoulder! Veronica whipped back to vertical and should’ve lost her balance, meaning Alexis was all the more annoyed when the blonde staggered but remained upright.
SHOULDER JAWBREAKER @ 00:09
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G20k80FP0yQ
Scrambling to her feet, Suguitan stomped over, reared back and CRA-CRAAACKED her rival with a Forehand / Backhand Bytch Slap combination. “SHAKE IT OFF, DAISY!” she shouted at the reeling fighter. “I’M STILL WAITING FOR YOUR BEST!”
The words were barely out Alexis’s mouth when Veronica twisted around on one heel and hopped off her plant foot with a Big Boot aimed squarely at the brunette’s chin. Struck by Chicago Lightning during their previous encounters, the catfighter kept her head just long enough to tuck and slide beneath the devastating strike. Rather than turn around she raced for the ropes, bounced off and made her return just as Treymane was righting herself. THWHACK! Alexis’s stockinged foot smashed into Veronica’s chin and knocked her flat in less time than it took for the crowd to finish a single ‘OOOOHHHH!’
Portia roared for a cover, but the Junior Partner had different plans. Sliding her foot into better position, she pinched Treymane’s nose between her toes and pressed down, just grrrrrrriiiiiiinding the wickedly sheathed sole against her protesting features. “Tap the mat, baby.” Suguitan purred, “Squeal surrender and I’ll let Rachel carry you out of here herse--”
“DON’T PLAY WITH HER, GODDAMMIT!” Portia bellowed from the outside. “SHE’S TOO DANGEROUS TO PLAY WITH, JUST FINISH HER OFF AND BE DONE WITH IT!”
The lack of faith in VanBuren’s tone removed Alexis’s foot faster than any ref could’ve managed. Fixing the blonde with a broiling stare, the brunette hissed, “I don’t NEED your advice, Portia! The way she’s fighting, this chick would’ve finished you ten minutes ago!”
Portia rolled her emerald eyes accusingly at the junior member of the Associates and no further words were needed by the exotique. Alexis grumbled as she dropped into a Crossbody pin of the blonde and gets a ONE…before Treymane kicked out of the attempt.
Alexis turned toward VanBuren but Baby wasn’t having it. “Don’t even,” the slender socialite shouted. “Show me you’re better.”
The Filipino beauty took to that idea, tugging her rival to her feet. Suguitan kept Veronica stooped, pulling the head of the Pinstripe Powerhouse between her thighs. With Treymane locked into the Standing Headscissors, Alexis eagerly collected both arms in a Double Underhook, but then decided there’s a better way…her way. Reaching down Veronica’s back, she slipped her fingers underneath the leg holes of the blonde’s trunks and, using the loser’s togs against her, lifted Veronica with a world class WEDGIE!
Up Treymane rolled off the canvas and into Alexis’ lap until her head was pointed to the canvas and it’s quickly and violently DOWN, Veronica landing on the back of her skull and neck in frightening fashion, a victim of Alexis’ signature Panty Peeler.
PANTY PEELER: (w/ Wedgie replacing Butterfly Lock)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F2MUUYRPAIM
The Associate folded Veronica into an embarrassing Matchbook, hands pressed down on the back of Treymane’s knees as the blonde’s pinstriped backside was pointed to the rafters. Alexis nodded her head along with the slaps of Al’s hand to the canvas for the...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Veronica tumbled to the side, removing one shoulder from the canvas in the process, stunning both Alexis and Portia, Baby caught holding her arms high and wide in a sign of victory for her protégé. Meanwhile, Rachel covered a smirk with her clipboard.
Baby was too surprised to complain which allowed Alexis the freedom to carry the load. Suguitan hopped to her feet and chested into Carpenter, demanding an explanation. He limited his response to two raised fingers and Alexis raised one back in kind, her middle. Turning back to her foe, Alexis found Treymane moving, pushing up on all fours.
Alexis quickly moved to a standing forward straddle of Veronica and dropped her booty into the lower spine of the blonde, forcing Treymane flat to her chest. The Filipino beauty followed the failing would-be-but-don’t-want-to-be Associate down and ended seated on the back of the blonde’s knees. Reaching forward, Alexis slapped at Veronica’s sides, reflexively drawing back her foe’s hands in protection and Suguitan grabbed each by the wrist.
It’s then Alexis’ Device got put into real motion as she extended her long copper-skinned stems forward, crossing her ankles at Veronica’s chin. The move was as worthy a concoction as any put together by Jenny Jacobs and Alexis leeeeaned back with her Brannock. Treymane squealed to life, no longer touting how she’s too good to be an Associate, only groaning as Suguitan pulled her like taffy, the blonde’s back arched in agony, her arms appearing near to coming out of their sockets, Alexis expertly using her legs to bend Ronnie’s neck to a harrowing degree.
When the call for submission came, it’s not from someone in the ring. Neither Alexis, deep in concentration to break the blonde, nor the official asked first. Instead, it’s Portia VanBuren who recommended the best course of action for the Pinstripe Powerhouse was to admit she’s not worthy of being an Associate by throwing in the towel, Baby apparently not having taken to being publicly turned down by Treymane.
With Veronica’s limbs controlled and her body stretched to the breaking point, it seemed only a matter of time, but second after second passes without the blonde giving in and it’s Portia’s patience that snapped.
“HARDER!” screamed the Trust Fund Terror, demanding her protégé wring the capitulation from Veronica and still it didn’t come. “I SAID…” Portia let the words hang as Alexis dutifully turned up the angle in Treymane’s backbone to disturbing degrees, Veronica now staring up at the rafters, her backbone bent so far.
Suddenly, Baby couldn’t take any further refusal.
“Let her go,” she said softly but sternly.
“But I’ve got her,” Alexis grunted, pulling in her legs in to increase the agony again. “I’ve got…”
“You’ve got nothing but the opportunity to show she can take your best,” Portia insisted. “LET…HER…GO!”
Alexis drew her legs wide and released her grips on Veronica’s wrists, letting the blonde flop face-first to the deck, mewling weakly, a hand gingerly moving to her lower spine.
“The brat wasn’t going to give up,” Portia informed, ignoring her own calls for surrender moments before. “Rachel told you that. Do you even read her tendency metrics? Knock the bytch the hell out so we can have some fun with her.” VanBuren seemed to realize whowas beside her. She turned away from Rachel and made an ‘oops’ face to the crowd, garnering more than a few laughs from the nearby FAWNatics.
Alexis wasn’t in on the joke either, pushing to her feet and hovering over the broken blonde. Broken but not beaten. She laid into Veronica with a set of stomps to every piece of the blonde’s body she could find with her red stockinged feet.
But showing incredible resolve, Treymane started to rise with each stomp instead of cower. Slowly she made it to vertical despite the onslaught when Alexis turned from attacking with her feet, instead resorting to a set of wicked Mongolian Chops to either nape of Veronica’s neck. Those slow the momentum of the Pinstripe Powerhouse and another set nearly knocked her back down to one knee, Treymane wavering. A third set surely would have if Alexis didn’t also quickly switch her Knife-Edges out for claws and sink each set into the bosom of the blonde.
Squeeeezing the flesh violently, the Filipino catfighter ‘helped’ keep Veronica upright with her dual breast claws, Alexis then rocking Treymane from side to side with the brutal control.
“Maybe Portia was right. Better to play with you some more, you mousy little wannabNNNNGGGHH!”
Her hands occupied, Alexis was short on defenses when Veronica curled her right hand into a fist and slammed it into the brunette’s mouth. The claws loosened for a moment, then got that much tighter after Suguitan shook her head clear. “That all you got, Dick Tracy?” she taunted. “Love taps aren’t gonna keep me out of your training NNGGHH!”
Treymane swatted Alexis’s hands aside, grabbed a double handful of hair and jerked her down into a high Kneelift that THWONKED off the Associate’s forehead. The catfighter staggered, caught her balance and glared daggers at Veronica, who was eyeing her just as balefully. “Bring those cheap ass press-on nails over here again and I’ll feed them to you, bytch.” the Dangerous Dame promised.
Alexis curled her fingers into wicked hooks that caught the overhead lights. “Big words, little sister. Think you can back them up?”
“You’ll never find out cowering in Portia’s shadow.” Treymane spat back.
The smirk on Suguitan’s face withered and died an instant before she pounced at the blonde with those face shredding talons leading the THWHACK! Veronica turned her back on the brunette, or rather she spun around just long enough to build up a head of steam for the Rolling Elbow she caromed off her attacker’s jaw. Alexis went down like a sack of mail but damned if she didn’t immediately scramble back to verticality, albeit with an obvious shimmy in her knees.
ROLLING ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jg9RlgF0d4g
“Don’t worry about your jaw, Daisy.” Veronica taunted. “I’ll make sure to throw your nails through a juicer before I serve them--”
“F*CK YOU!” the Ferocious Filipino exploded forward again, only this time she whipped her left leg up for a glorious Yakuza Kick that put her foot through the spot occupied by Treymane’s skull less than a second prior. Cursing aloud as she came up empty, Suguitan spun around and let out a startled little ‘eep’ as Veronica slipped an arm between her thighs and boosted her into another Fireman’s Carry. Instinctually preparing herself for another ride on the Airplane Spin, Alexis was all the more surprised (not to mention displeased) when the Pinstripe Powerhouse tossed her from Fireman’s Carry to Powerbomb stall, then dropped to her knees in the blink of an eye. There was a THAWHAM, followed by roars from the crowd, followed by shrieks from Portia as Treymane wedged her shoulders into the pits of Alexis’s knees to fold her in half for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The junior Associate rolled from shoulders to tummy with just enough time to spare Baby the indignity of diving under the bottom rope to break the count. Having noticed the near infraction from the corner of her eye, Veronica raked a hand through her hair before beckoning the champion into the ring. “Your girl’s not getting it done, Baby. You wanna slide in here, see if you can’t do any better?”
“I don’t need to lift a finger to know I’m better than you, Jersey.” VanBuren scolded. “Now avert your gaze and don’t let Alexis humiliate you too badly.”
Veronica scoffed, worked her hands deep into Suguitan’s war-weary locks and peeled her off the mat. Alexis’s knees were still bent quite deep when the brunette lashed out with both hands and raaaaaaaaaaaaaaked her adversary across the eyes.
“Watch the eyes, Alexis!” Carpenter barked. “I’m not going to tolerate that shyt!”
She answered with a smirk. “Please. You date Jenny Jacobs, clearly you’ll tolerate a great deal.” With that she shifted one hand to the nape of Treymane’s neck and rushed the ropes on the Associates side of the ring, Portia’s protégé clearly meaning to toss the blonde at her boss’s feet as some sort of tawdry offering. Only it didn’t quite play out as the exotique intended. See, Veronica clamped down on HER neck, then twisted her hips to turn the ladies in a half circle and hurl the catfighter out into the void.
Or not.
Suguitan snatched hold of the top rope in both hands as she sailed over and used it as an anchor to haul herself into a landing on the apron. Having cleared out fast when it looked like Alexis might divebomb the area, Portia and Rachel moved back in beside their partner’s flanks to present a united front. Tired but far from beaten, the Penthouse Panther pulled herself closer to the apron with one hand and stuffed the other against Veronica’s mug in a savage pie-facing. “Back the f*ck up, geek.” she huffed. “This is the closest trash like you will ever get to the Associa--” THWHACK! Veronica whipped around, hopped up and put the heel of her right boot square on Alexis’s chin courtesy of huge peal of Chicago Lightning.
CHICAGO LIGHTNING @ 3:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5gNOKjb9cQ
By all wrestling logic the gobsmacked brunette should’ve tumbled down onto her conspirators, yet somehow Suguitan maintained her precarious perch. Swaying like a lone leaf in a gale, Alexis raised her other hand and beckoned the blonde forward. “Huuuhhh…. uuuunnnnggggghhh…. is that all…. daisy? Your sister hits harder when we spaRRRNNNNGGGGHH!”
Veronica slapped the taste out of her mouth but the decimated catfighter STILL clung tight, so the Pinstripe Powerhouse rounded on one heel and ran to the other side of the ring. The noise of the crowd was such that she didn’t hear Alexis mutter to Portia, hell, it was so loud that Portia almost didn’t hear, but the World Champ knew an opportunity when she saw one and so she stood her ground until Treymane raced back and launched herself at Alexis’s midsection for a rib-crushing Spe--
Suguitan twisted aside, putting her back to Carpenter and thus creating a blind spot that lasted just long enough for VanBuren to snatch the clipboard from Raker’s hands. In the next instant she THWHONKED the thin sheet of marble against Treymane’s forehead, thus freezing a potentially crushing Suicide Dive in its tracks.
Stunned by the vicious turn of events, Raker grabbed the clipboard away from Baby and shoved her back on her heels one handed. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” she bellowed at Fortune’s Favorite even as Alexis slipped back into the ring and Veronica hung limp over the second strand. “I GAVE YOU EVERY METRIC NECESSARY AND IN RETURN YOU PROMISED ME A CLEAN MAT--”
“I’M CHANGING THE DEAL!” Portia roared back. “YOU SAID SHE’D JOIN! YOU PROMISED ME SHE’D JOIN! INSTEAD SHE’S TREATED US LIKE SHYT THE WHOLE NIGHT! THIS IS ON YOU, RACHEL! SO SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND DON’T OPEN IT AGAIN UNTIL I SAY SO!”
Only vaguely aware of the disagreement between her partners, Alexis Suguitan helped herself to a handful of Veronica’s waistband and peeled her off the ropes in a single violent tug. Legs turned to spaghetti by the clipboard shot, Treymane offered no resistance as Alexis spun her around and unleashed a spiteful Toe Kick to the crotch. A Front Facelock and Standing Cradle followed, the only hooks Alexis needed to hoist her prey up, over and DOWN! Suguitan sat out with legs spread in a wide ‘V’ meaning Treymane crashed down on the back of her head and shoulders, the latest FAWN lass to take the trip from Penthouse to Poor House.
FROM PENTHOUSE TO POOR HOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4JtCWNhYX4
Barely able to contain her excitement, Alexis tossed the cradled leg aside, pushed to her knees and slid forward to drop the full weight of her bronzed buttocks on Veronica’s forehead. “Here’s some penthouse payback, slut.” Sidling the soles of her feet in against the sides of Veronica’s noggin, Alexis crooked her right hand into a claw and affixed it to the center of her foe’s pinstriped trunks for all of five seconds before she let loose and wormed her fingers under blonde waistband. Bearing down with twice the force, Alexis worked her tush in taut little figure eights, her pattern all the better to hear and feel the Devastated Dame’s cries reverberating off her undercarriage.
“AAAAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHPPP! GET OFFFAAA MEEEEEEEE!”
Alexis only shook her head ‘no’ and clamped down harder. After several seconds of increased struggles the blonde started to fade, yet that wasn’t enough for the vindictive catfighter. Eyes glinting wickedly, she slipped three fingers into Treymane’s sanctum sanctorum and unleashed every bit of hell her heart had to offer.
Caught in a perfect maelstrom of agony, humiliation and manipulation, Veronica Treymane planted her feet, bridged up as hard as she could and sank white-knuckled claws into the brunette’s bunched glutes. All it earned her was a harder grind and more forceful probing from the bytch mounted up top. Stifling an ugly sob with a promise to extract a terrible vengeance some day, she flattened one hand into a paddle and tapped the mat three times.
“YES!” Alexis removed her claw, grabbed hold of Treymane’s waistband and yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked it up and forward, tormenting the defeated battler with a heartless inverted wedgie while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
Outside the ring, Portia bared her teeth in a ferocious grin and smacked Raker on the shoulder. “There. Job done. Now, it’s time for you to prove yourself to the Associates.”
Rachel took in a deep breath and rolled her shoulders. “I’ve proved myself to you every day for the last three years. What else do you want from me?”
“Right now? I want you to get me a chair. Go. GO.”
The redhead held Baby’s gaze for several seconds before she turned around and went to fetch a chair from the Timekeeper’s position. By the time she made her way back to the squared circle Portia was celebrating with Alexis, the two of them strutting snide little circles around Veronica while occasionally pausing to put a domineering boot on tummy, tits or cheek. Approaching the festivities with a decided lack of humor, VBA’s lead counsel extended the chair to the champion. “As you requested.”
Portia shook her head. “Oh no, it’s not for me. That’s yours. As I said, you need to prove yourself. Alexis, scrape that piece of Jersey trash off the mat.”
Still coming off her victory high, Suguitan hooked her hands under the blonde’s armpits and hauled her to boot-leather. Controlling Treymane with a Wristlock and a handful of hair, the Ferocious Filipino wheeled her toward Portia and Rachel. “Like her make-up? It’s a little smudgy, but I think the whimpering tramp look goes great on her.”
VanBuren grinned, Raker said nothing. After a moment, the Trust Fund Terror smacked the chair in Rachel’s hands. “Your sister could have stood at our side… YOUR side and helped us run FAWN. Instead she mocked us, embarrassed us, and generally treated us like garbage. I won’t stand that from anyone, even if she is your family. She’s gotta be put down, Rachel. And you’re gonna be the one that pulls the trigger.”
Raker looked from Portia to the chair and back again. “If I refuse?”
“You won’t refuse.” VanBuren answered bluntly. “Without my connections you’re doing tax returns for idiots at H&R block every March. You of all people know that business always comes first. And this is business… that just happens to be personal. Now GET. TO. IT.”
Rachel thought about for a long while, then handed Baby her clipboard. “Hold this, please.”
Portia took it one handed and that’s when Rachel THWHUMPED the rounded edge of the chair deep into her midsection! Breathless with surprise and pain, the gaping champion raised a hand to push Raker away and BWANG! Rachel wound up with a home run swing that slammed into the side of Baby’s head. Knocked for a loop by the unexpected shot, Portia crumpled to her knees, then pitched forward onto her face in an unconscious sprawl.
Elsewhere, Alexis Suguitan watched Raker’s defection with slack jawed astonishment. Eventually she shoved the knock-kneed blonde aside and went for her traitorous older sister. “What the HELL do you think you’re doing, Rachel? You just threw away the best thing you ever--” she fell silent when the redhead put the edge of the chair under her chin.
“Walk away, Alexis.” Rachel said softly. “I understand where your loyalties lie and while I can’t fault you for them, I’m not about to let you take another shot at my sister. So back off and head up the ramp. The refs will deliver Portia to you shortly.”
Suguitan sucked in a deep breath, then nodded once and raised her hands overhead. “All right, Rachel. It’s your life to throw away. I’m not gonna stop you.”
With that she backed up, turned around and started toward the ropes… only to about face and leap at THWUMP! The sneak attack never got off the blocks, thanks to a second bolt of Chicago Lightning delivered straight to the catfighter’s jaw. Alexis went down on her back, Veronica collapsed to one knee and the FAWNatics sprang to their feet when Rachel strode over and helped her sister up.
“Thuuuu…. thanks.” Treymane huffed. “Think you might be out of a job though… sorry about that.”
Raker looked down at the wreckage of her former associates. “Don’t be. I’ve never been exclusive as Portia believed. I’ll be just fine. And so will you. We might have to stick together for a while, though. Baby and Alexis aren’t going to take this very well.”
Veronica smirked and planted a foot on Alexis’s heaving chest. The loss hurt no question, but the grind of her boot against Suguitan’s cups eased the worst of the sting. “I think I’ll be fine. Now that I’ve got some back up.”
Rachel tossed the chair aside and pulled her sister into a forceful hug. “I’ve missed you, Rox--Veronica.”
“Missed you too, sis. Can we get out of here? The new money stink is starting to get to me.”
Raker moved to the ropes and sat down on the middle strand to allow Treymane passage to the floor. Joining her shortly thereafter, Rachel took the blonde’s wrist and raised it to the rafters. Veronica might’ve lost the match, but leaving Portia stretched out and asleep with a steel-induced migraine? Rachel could think of no better reason to throw a party.
Perhaps because Alexis had received the opportunity to come out second in their prior forays into the ring, Bethany placed the Associates in lead-off tonight. The threatening threesome were at the ready, waiting for their cue, a gregarious VanBuren, World Title belt around her slender midriff; while Rachel reviewed her metrics with the Filipino Phenom. If anyone knew tonight’s foe, it’s the woman’s sibling and FAWN’s greatest scout. Not that after two previous recent battles, Suguitan didn’t know Veronica like the back of her golden-brown hand.
RACHEL RAKER:
Still, Alexis listened intently, trying to pick up every little nugget when a familiar, old-school refrain trumpeted through the speakers, the sound bringing back thoughts of FAWN and Portia past. Nostalgia certainly hadn’t made the fans’ hearts grow fonder, as ‘The World is Not Enough’ from Garbage couldn’t even get through its sweeping instrumental opening without encountering a wall of jeers.
THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8C5NLfYdZaE
Baby smirked at the reaction to her old song and Suguitan’s current accompaniment.
PORTIA OPHELIA VANBUREN:
“So we’re focused tonight, correct? No repeats of that penthouse pratfall ,” Baby demanded. “Follow the plan and I’ll chip in where I can. Veronica will show us what she’s got and you’ll show her more. Then we’ll decide if she’s Associate material once and for all.”
Alexis nodded and got a slap on the back from her boss as she headed through the part in the curtain.
The tall, exotic brunette moved to center stage where she swept an imperious gaze over the FAWNatics. She spread her copper-skinned arms and legs wide and cast her eyes downward. Alexis was clad in her familiar and much-appreciated red velvet bra and panties with sheer red stockings on long, flawless legs that were blissfully free of boots.
Behind and to either side were Raker and VanBuren. The main event would be Baby’s showcase so she allowed Alexis to have the spotlight for now. Clapping her hands together overhead, Alexis started on her march to the ring, striding down the ramp and aisle with no attention paid to the rabid crowd. The more senior Associates followed, likewise keeping out of reach of the rabble.
As the raven-haired beauty reached ringside and rose up the steps, the Ring Announcer took to the microphone.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Hailing from Manila in the Philippines, she stands five feet and eight inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is VanBuren & Associates’ junior partner, ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
Rachel and Portia followed their powerhouse player up. Each took a seat on the middle rope while pushing the top strand up, allowing Alexis to slide easily between. Moving directly to the middle of the ring, Suguitan showed a building presence and confidence that ALMOST makes people forget Portia’s in the building. However, in case that might occur, the champ shouted out to her protégé.
“Don’t forget. This isn’t just a test for her. It’s one for you as well.”
Her warning delivered, Baby and her lead counsel dropped to the floor and sidebarred at the Associates’ designated corner, going over last-minute plans while Alexis fidgeted nervously, ready to start this third and tiebreaking match in a series between two of FAWN’s most dangerous young lions.
The capacity crowd was still throwing serious shade when the Announcer gave them a reason to cheer. “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!”
For viewers at home the blonde’s last name was a talisman, one that turned the arena a scratchy black & white in the blink of an eye. Along with it came a decidedly modern combination of guitar and drums, the thrumming beat that heralded Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’. Shortly thereafter the Magnificent Moll strode through the curtain.
MACHINE GUN BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uf3FOEL3KjE
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Dressed in a half length (it ended about mid-thigh) grey trench coat and matching fedora, Veronica Treymane looked out at the crowd and asked, “Kitty brought her claws and her goons…. SO I BROUGHT MY IRON!” She whipped open the coat with her free hand and leveled her replica Thompson sub-machinegun on the aisle, which she proceeded to rake the air with a blistering line of pyro that did a damned good job imitating real artillery. When the clip was exhausted Treymane raised it to her lips, blew smoke off the barrel and started her way down the aisle.
With the blonde moving fast and the coat flapping out in her wake, the FAWN faithful got a much better view of her ring attire. For this deciding bout against the woman who was quickly becoming her archrival she sported boy-cut trunks in grey with white pinstripes and topped with a sturdy white belt. The top was a matching one-third length bustier with small buttons running up the center and white edging atop the cups. These halves were connected thin white suspenders, while her pads at knee and elbow were charcoal grey. The outfit was finished with matte-black boots that rose to mid-shin.
Pausing for the occasional picture or handshake with some of her ever-growing ‘Partners in Crime‘, Treymane strode down the ramp then went left at the end and headed up the steel steps where she placed a hand on the brim of her fedora. Headgear properly secured, the Dangerous Dame slipped through the ropes and strode to Algernon Carpenter, to whom she handed her firepower. “Don’t let Portia anywhere near this thing, not unless you want to explain to brass when she takes a few pot shots at London’s Legions.”
Al snorted, knowing damned well Portia might do that, blanks and pyro be damned. “I’ll keep it safe, Veronica.”
Satisfied, the powerful blonde turned her attention to Alexis, who’d stopped twitching the second she entered the ring.
“You’re mine.” Suguitan mouthed.
Veronica shook her head ever so slightly. “You’re going down tonight, Daisy.” she murmured. “And then I’m coming for your boss.” There was little more to say, so Treymane backed into the opposite corner, where she kept her eyes locked on the catfighter while Carpenter went through final instructions and inspections
CLANG! Alexis came off the corner fast, with none of her usual stomp and swagger. Not that her stride showed anything less than total confidence because nothing could be further from the truth. The reason for Suguitan’s haste was simple. Treymane had embarrassed her on the penthouse carpet back at Season’s Beatings and every day since that galling defeat had been an agony of anticipation and frustration. Now that the chance for vengeance was finally nigh, the Filipino Phenom meant to use every second of the twenty minutes at her disposal. Of course the target of her ire had no intention of simply letting the brunette romp to victory, indeed the Dangerous Dame had plans of her own, most of which ended with one or both feet set firmly atop Alexis’s chest. Closing on Suguitan with identical speed, the blonde raised her hands and lunged as her attacker did the same.
The Collar & Elbow survived as intended for less than a heartbeat before Alexis curled one claw into the thick tangle of Treymane’s hair, all the better to wrench her head back n’ forth. Veronica cried out in surprise and pain but did not call Carpenter’s attention to the infraction. Instead she twined her fingers into Alexis’s sleek locks and pulled hard enough to make the catfighter’s eyes water. Gifted with far better eyesight than Portia gave him credit for, Al barked a warning within three seconds of the initial clench. “Get off the hair, both of you! Don’t make me tell you twice!”
Alexis actually did as bade, a development so startling that Treymane followed suite. Unfortunately the obedience was a distraction, one that lasted just long enough for Suguitan to THWHAP the broadest, strongest part of her right knee across Veronica’s tummy. Filling her hands with the blonde’s hair even before the ‘OOOOFFFFFFFHH!’ left her foe’s lips, Portia’s protégé bustled over to the nearest corner and bwung-bwung-BWUUUNGED Treymane’s forehead into the top turnbuckle.
There would’ve been more if the Pinstripe Powerhouse hadn’t snatched hold of the ropes in both hands to halt the abuse. Alexis snarled, then pulled back on Treymane’s hair until she did a little snarling of her own. “Final interview, princess.” the brunette smirked. “Now’s when we separate the goddesses from the EERRGGH!”
Veronica halved her steadying grip on the ropes to pound an elbow into her foe’s taut midsection. “Again?” she huffed. “Thought we did that when I made you quit into my trunOOOWWWW!”
Mention of that fateful evening in late December earned Treymane a savage raking, one that ran from the curve of her shoulders all the way to the small of her back. The burning sting of it undid her remaining control over the top rope, not that she even realized it until Suguitan resumed the grip on her hair and tapped a quick Toe Kick into the pit of her left knee. Eyes wide with surprise, Veronica’s yelp of surprise transformed into a stunned groan when the red-clad battler reared back and bounced her forehead off the middle buckle.
“All right Alexis, get her on her feet and out of the corner.” Carpenter chided once the brunette pulled her prey back to better observe the damage. “Come on now, you’ve got a whole ring to--really? Right in front of me?”
Obviously disinclined to oblige the official’s request, Suguitan pulled Treymane back just enough to stretch her out facedown against the bottom buckle. In the next instant she helped herself to the top rope, mounted the prone blonde and balanced her stockinged feet on the back of Veronica’s head. It wasn’t quite a Curbstomp since there was no actual stomping, yet it was clearly a most unpleasant predicament, as evidenced by Treymane’s hapless thrashing and muffled squealing, not to mention the savage delight etched on Suguitan’s face. Mashing the other woman’s face against the rough canvas covering until the ref hit ‘FOUR!’ on his count, Alexis hopped down, laid claim to Veronica’s ankles and draaaaaaaaagged her into the middle of the squared circle.
Dropping her burden with obvious disdain, the Filipino Phenom strutted around to Treymane’s side, wedged a foot against her ribs and rolled the red-faced bytch onto her back. “Suck it, loser.” the brunette laid a domineering foot across the blonde’s face and pushed down while Al tolled off…
ONE…
TWO…
“AAAAHHH DAMMIT!” Alexis hopped away to lean awkwardly against the ropes, one hand squeezing the toes that Veronica tried to chew off. Aware of a soft snicker coming from behind and below, Suguitan looked over her shoulder to glare at Portia. “That’s NOT funny.” she spat.
VanBuren snorted. “It’s kinda funny. Get back on her, Lexie.”
Alexis scowled and shifted her attention to Rachel. “You teach this chick it’s ok to bite? Or was that Burlingame?”
Raker looked up from her notes. “I suspect we both taught her what to do when someone put a foot near her mouth. You know better, Alexis.”
“Nahhhhh, I don’t think she does.” Suguitan rounded on one heel and found Treymane back on her feet. Meeting the brunette’s eye, Veronica went on. “But she looks like a quick study. Correction, she TASTES like a quick study.”
“You wanna know what I taste like, bytch?” Alexis purred. “All you had to do was ask.”
“Do I have to ask you to stop hanging out in the ropes too? Get out here and fight, Daisy.”
Alexis came at her like a shot, the catfighter’s crimson nails presenting a flashing vanguard aimed at the blonde’s-- “NNGGGHH!”
Treymane dipped under the slash, lunged in and put all her weight behind a Low Uppercut that THWHUMPED against the exotique’s flat tummy. Suguitan gasped and went up onto her toes even as she doubled over around her aching midsection. The Pinstripe Powerhouse rose as her opposition sank but she was kind enough to help Alexis right herself with a savage swipe down her nearly bare back. Her silence a stark contrast to the snarl twisting her mouth, Alexis swung on Treymane again and ended up trapped in a Side Headlock for her troubles.
“Heard you talking to the boss, earlier.” Veronica muttered as she marched them both over to Portia and Rachel’s side of the ring. “I’m a little hurt that you didn’t introductions, thankfully I know how to make a great first impression.” Suguitan cursed, then groaned when the blonde drilled a short Kneelift into her booty. Forced between the top and middle ropes by the abrupt strike, Alexis tried to back out but had her arms seized and threaded over the top rope.
Immediately thereafter Veronica cupped her chin in one hand and puuuuuuuuullled backward to better display the Penthouse Panther’s chest in front of her fellow Associates. “This is really where you’re putting all your stock, Baby?” Veronica asked from over her opponent’s left shoulder. “Daisy here is nothing but a glorified underwear model. A glorified underwear model who didn’t make it more than fifteen seconds in an imitation 9-11 I might add.”
Alexis tried to twist her head free, alas Treymane clamped down and pulled the back of her neck tight against the rubber-coated steel. “Enjoy this while you can, bytch. I’m going to shred you when I get outta UUUNNNNGGGGGHH!”
The Dangerous Dame brought her right arm up, down and in, THWHAPPING her foe across the chest with a clubbing blow. This was followed by a stiff Forearm Smash delivered her upper back. Half a dozen of each followed, a brutal bit of two-part harmony that would’ve continued ad infinitum if not for Al Carpenter. “Get her out of the ropes, Veronica. This should be a clean match.”
Treymane nodded sympathetically. “I understand, Al. Hold on though, Alexis’s got something on her chest.”
“Don’t you f*cking dEEERRRGGGGGGGHHHH!”
Too late.
Veronica reached between the ropes, cupped Suguitan’s defenseless bounty and clamped down until her knuckles turned white.
Veronica adds a couple more forearms to the chest of the dark-haired beauty before stepping away from the wincing Suguitan, meeting Al’s letter of the law a second before it became something more. But nothing said she had to help Alexis find her way out from between the rubber-coated steel cables. Beneath the hanging Associate, Rachel motioned for Alexis to stay where she was to get a breather, but Suguitan’s face turned sour and she dipped and turned back through, only to EAT a European Uppercut to the chin that nearly lifted her off her feet. Staggered, she fell back into the ropes but the tension propelled her to an awaiting Treymane. Veronica wrapped her arms around the Filipino’s chest, lifted, turned and deposited Alexis to the canvas in ring-rattling fashion.
The Pinstripe Powerhouse leapt over her fallen foe, delivering a Leg Drop across Alexis’ throat, sending the copper-skinned body into a spasm before falling still beneath the blonde’s draped leg for...
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and Suguitan pushed the limb off, rolling to her side.
But as she did, Veronica was already mid-scramble, positioning her body to take full advantage of the side and the arm Alexis left exposed. Grabbing the limb, she forced the Associate to her back while furiously wrenching on the Fujiwara Armbar.
FUJIWARA ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JW0NV_UxyPs
Veronica turned to increase the pressure, pushing her back into Alexis’ side, Suguitan chirping in pain, shaking her head when Carpenter asked if she wants to give in and cede the best two of three to Treymane.
From the sidelines, Portia offered demands rather than encouragement, placing Alexis’ efforts to escape the submission in terms of saving Baby from embarrassment rather than Alexis from a loss or a dislocated shoulder. After a nearly a dozen seconds of torture, Suguitan was able to rotate and lay an ankle atop the bottom rope, Al dutifully calling for a break which the Pinstripe Powerhouse provided at ‘FOUR’.
Treymane rose and hovered over Alexis, Portia’s muscle cringing, grasping at her aching arm and locking her opposite leg around the other at the ankle so she couldn’t be easily pulled free of the cables.
Outside, Portia walked around the corner, unlocked her junior Associate’s lower limbs and tugged her out under the strand, cradling her close for some conversation that no doubt included some corrections in strategy and effort. But while the Associates discussed the change in plans, Treymane took off like a shot for the opposite ropes. She rebounded at full speed and, cruiserweight be damned, threw her body between the middle and upper ropes, barreling into both VanBuren and Suguitan with a Suicide Dive that sent Portia and Alexis flying to the steel barricade behind them, the backs of both women rammed into the unforgiving metal. Each slid down the divider to a pained seat.
Veronica quickly pushed to her feet and delivered a boot to the cleft of each woman’s bosom, much to the delight of the FAWNatics.
“Just so you know, I’d be a better Associate, if I’d ever lower myself to be one.”
The blonde delivered another stomp as they tried to rise, putting each back down, firmly on their asses.
Veronica caught movement out of the corner of her eye and spun to find her sister. Rachel took notes but didn’t intercede. Her eyes flashed to Veronica’s, a prideful spark subtle, but nonetheless clear. She turned her face toward a groaning VanBuren.
“I suggest you find a way to deal with Miss Treymane together, as it seems one…”
Rachel let the words trail off, realizing Portia was generally the only Associate from which snark was appreciated.
As it happens, Veronica decided one will be sufficient as she sank her nails into Alexis’ scalp and tugged her to verticality. Grabbing a wrist, she spun and whipped Suguitan back-first into the apron. The Filipino arched in agony as her spine cracked into the side of the mat. Veronica grabbed a shoulder and a handful of trunks on her foe’s hip to toss Alexis like a soused bar patron back into the ring.
The blonde turned and gave the stirring Portia a final powerful stomp to the A-cups to send her flat to the cement floor, all under the watchful eye of the Associates’ lead counsel. The Pinstripe Powerhouse turned and slid into the squared circle to join her opponent, popping to her feet by the time Alexis had made it to hands and knees.
But instead of furthering her attack, she waited on Alexis’ six, poised for the raven-haired beauty to make her feet. Once done, Alexis spun to find her rival and discovered a clenched right hand to her jaw. Veronica followed with a wicked left-handed Bytch Slap to the bent Associate, followed by a Kneelift to the face that violently straightened the beleaguered Suguitan before a Discus Clothesline nearly removed Alexis’ head from her body and sent her rocketing back to the canvas.
The crowd was roaring as a dominant Treymane pirouetted to a stop and eschewed another pin attempt, instead reveling in showing the Associates what they’re missing and, more importantly, will continue to miss.
On the outside, Raker had resumed her position in the Associates’ corner while a wobbly Portia weaved toward her lawyer. With Alexis’ compatriots accounted for, Veronica grabbed the downed and dazed Alexis by a shoulder and her long dark mane, forcing Suguitan up to rubbery legs, Alexis bent and sagging.
Veronica approached from her foe’s left side, grabbing Alexis’ left arm and forcing it through her legs. She snatched the Pumphandle while reaching across Suguitan’s back with her other arm, securing the right arm of her rival and stretching the copper-skinned abs of the junior Associate. With her tool secured, Veronica vaulted a drained Alexis off the canvas high and genuflected, sending the catfighter plunging to her bended knee, Alexis’ back badly dented if not broken by the debilitating maneuver.
PUMPHANDLE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-2mVWZigWA
Veronica sloughed off what’s left of Alexis and Suguitan puddled in front of her.
Treymane took a moment to stare down VanBuren and gave Baby the ‘safe sign’ to make Portia aware her stooge was done and to come at her in person next time. She then dropped to a Crossbody pin, hooking a leg for the...
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THRNOOO!
Alexis surprised the blonde by rolling a shoulder up, if weakly, remaining alive, if barely.
Hands on her thighs, Treymane took a moment to catch her breath and mop a forearm across her brow before working her fingers into Suguitan’s battle damp hair. “You’re good, Daisy.” she said. “Tough too, even if I hate to admit it. But Baby’s been stroking your ego so much you’ve forgotten what it’s like to really suffer between these ropes. That’s why I’m here.”
“I don’t need any reminders from you, Veronica.” Alexis huffed even as the Dangerous Dame peeled her off the canvas. “I was fighting for rent money on the carpets of Manila while you were still writing letters to prison in your all girls UUUNNGGGHH!”
Veronica jerked her into a Kneelift that knocked the brunette up on her toes and thrust her rump backward at a rather ignominious angle. “Did you talk as much shyt then too?” She didn’t wait for an answer, choosing instead to sling the Filipino Phenom across the squared circle as hard as she could. Distracted by her aches and the galling realization that Rachel’s little sister was kicking her ass, Alexis didn’t realize the corner was close until it practically filled her vision. Whirling at the last possible second, she BWUUUNGED into the buckles spine-first and bounced out like a hockey player checked against the glass. As for the woman responsible for the checking, she stalked into Suguitan’s personal space, dipped a shoulder and threaded an arm through Alexis’s thighs.
“You’re looking a little down in the mouth, Daisy.” Veronica chided after she’d muscled the catfighter up into a Fireman’s Carry. “How’s bout you and I go for a little spin?” T’was an offer Suguitan could’ve most certainly refused, if given the opportunity. Alas, Veronica was already twirling by the time Alexis voiced her first protest and by then it was far too late.
Let us take a moment to reflect on the humble Airplane Spin. Tame in comparison to some of the embarrassments dished out in a FAWN ring and yet it was always mentioned as one of the moves a talent hated to endure simply because it showed the world how thoroughly helpless the recipient was for the duration. Alexis proved no different, she wailed and kicked her feet, even smacked at Treymane’s back several times, but none of it could stop the pinstriped dervish from keeping her in the spin cycle for almost twenty seconds. Alexis finally sucked in a deep breath when the ride came to a stop, which turned out to be a bad idea because Veronica tossed her up n’ forward while simultaneously dropping to her knees. The beautiful brunette landed flat on her face, chest and belly, bounced up onto her knees and started to flop over, only to stop short when Treymane snatched her hair.
FIREMAN'S CARRY FACEPLANT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-fRm54vJgVw
“Not quite done on the canvas yet, doll.” She forced Alexis back down on her belly, then swung around so she was stretched out perpendicular across the vulnerable exotique’s upper back. Resting on her left hip and shoulder, Veronica caught Alexis’s right arm in a tight Scissors and trapped her left arm under the blonde’s right armpit almost immediately thereafter. With Noirevoir locked in tight, Treymane craaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the stretch to put fight-winning torque on her opponent’s arms and shoulders.
NOIREVOIR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLpNsgv6tNg
“DON’T YOU GIVE UP, ALEXIS!” Portia barked from her spot beside the apron. “DON’T YOU DARE QUIT ON ME!”
Alexis, who’d been shaking her head ‘no’ in response to similar queries from Carpenter and Treymane, looked up and fixed her employer with a look of frustrated rage. “You wanna fight her, Baby?”
Utterly unaccustomed to that sort of response from her protégé, Portia fell into a surly silence that held even when Suguitan started bicycling her legs to inch ever so closer to the ropes. Rachel on the other hand set her clipboard at a discrete spot on the apron and started to clap, as well as coach. “Excellent work ladies, both of you! Veronica, lets see some more pressure on that Armbar! Alexis, I’ve seen you fight through worse than this! Gut it out and make those ropes!”
Startled into action by the unexpected coaching, sister and friend alike responded in kind, with Treymane trying to break Suguitan’s will and Suguitan trying to break Treymane’s control. In this particular contest it was the brunette who triumphed, as she wriggled and stretched until she angled her right foot over the bottom rope. “Break!” she groaned with none of her usual arrogance. “Let off, I’m in the ropes, bytch.”
Veronica reefed on it ‘til the ref reached ‘THREE!’ then disengaged and backed off to collect herself while the catfighter did the same. Perched on one knee while leaning heavily against the strands, Suguitan kept her eyes on Veronica without ever sparing a glance for her fellow Associates. When she did glance to the outside, her words were for Rachel, not Portia. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Rache. But I am going to beat your sister’s ass.”
“I’d be more offended if you didn’t, Alexis. Have at it.”
Purposely ignoring Portia’s irritated stare, Alexis got up, snapped her distended panties back into place and stepped to her opposition. “Tell me something, Nick at Nite.” she taunted the smirking blonde. “When were you going to give me your best shot?”
Treymane rolled her shoulders, tucked a few strands of hair behind her ears. “When I was sure you could take all the stuff that came before it. So far I’m not convinced.”
Alexis took a few steps closer and stretched her arms wide. “I am. Bring every bullet you got, honey. It’s time we had a shootout.” Veronica obliged her quickly, the Dangerous Dame moving in with her fists high and tight. Suguitan met her in the middle and the fists began flying at once, blonde and brunette demonstrating a remarkable degree of technical skill in their fisticuffs despite the catty nature of earlier skirmishes. They circled, lunged, feinted and clinched for the better part of a minute. Alexis the more aggressive with her jabs and crosses, while Veronica paced herself but made every hook and uppercut count. One particularly snappy example of the latter set Suguitan back on her heels, forcing Treymane to reach out for a handful of hair to keep her within range.
This proved a mistake, as the Ferocious Filipino swatted her hand away and darted in close so that Veronica’s reachin’ arm was draped over her right shoulder. Circling her arms around the startled battler’s head, Suguitan locked her hands, sprang into the air and landed on her butt to THWHUNK Treymane’s chin into the point of her shoulder! Veronica whipped back to vertical and should’ve lost her balance, meaning Alexis was all the more annoyed when the blonde staggered but remained upright.
SHOULDER JAWBREAKER @ 00:09
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G20k80FP0yQ
Scrambling to her feet, Suguitan stomped over, reared back and CRA-CRAAACKED her rival with a Forehand / Backhand Bytch Slap combination. “SHAKE IT OFF, DAISY!” she shouted at the reeling fighter. “I’M STILL WAITING FOR YOUR BEST!”
The words were barely out Alexis’s mouth when Veronica twisted around on one heel and hopped off her plant foot with a Big Boot aimed squarely at the brunette’s chin. Struck by Chicago Lightning during their previous encounters, the catfighter kept her head just long enough to tuck and slide beneath the devastating strike. Rather than turn around she raced for the ropes, bounced off and made her return just as Treymane was righting herself. THWHACK! Alexis’s stockinged foot smashed into Veronica’s chin and knocked her flat in less time than it took for the crowd to finish a single ‘OOOOHHHH!’
Portia roared for a cover, but the Junior Partner had different plans. Sliding her foot into better position, she pinched Treymane’s nose between her toes and pressed down, just grrrrrrriiiiiiinding the wickedly sheathed sole against her protesting features. “Tap the mat, baby.” Suguitan purred, “Squeal surrender and I’ll let Rachel carry you out of here herse--”
“DON’T PLAY WITH HER, GODDAMMIT!” Portia bellowed from the outside. “SHE’S TOO DANGEROUS TO PLAY WITH, JUST FINISH HER OFF AND BE DONE WITH IT!”
The lack of faith in VanBuren’s tone removed Alexis’s foot faster than any ref could’ve managed. Fixing the blonde with a broiling stare, the brunette hissed, “I don’t NEED your advice, Portia! The way she’s fighting, this chick would’ve finished you ten minutes ago!”
Portia rolled her emerald eyes accusingly at the junior member of the Associates and no further words were needed by the exotique. Alexis grumbled as she dropped into a Crossbody pin of the blonde and gets a ONE…before Treymane kicked out of the attempt.
Alexis turned toward VanBuren but Baby wasn’t having it. “Don’t even,” the slender socialite shouted. “Show me you’re better.”
The Filipino beauty took to that idea, tugging her rival to her feet. Suguitan kept Veronica stooped, pulling the head of the Pinstripe Powerhouse between her thighs. With Treymane locked into the Standing Headscissors, Alexis eagerly collected both arms in a Double Underhook, but then decided there’s a better way…her way. Reaching down Veronica’s back, she slipped her fingers underneath the leg holes of the blonde’s trunks and, using the loser’s togs against her, lifted Veronica with a world class WEDGIE!
Up Treymane rolled off the canvas and into Alexis’ lap until her head was pointed to the canvas and it’s quickly and violently DOWN, Veronica landing on the back of her skull and neck in frightening fashion, a victim of Alexis’ signature Panty Peeler.
PANTY PEELER: (w/ Wedgie replacing Butterfly Lock)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F2MUUYRPAIM
The Associate folded Veronica into an embarrassing Matchbook, hands pressed down on the back of Treymane’s knees as the blonde’s pinstriped backside was pointed to the rafters. Alexis nodded her head along with the slaps of Al’s hand to the canvas for the...
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THRNOOO!
Veronica tumbled to the side, removing one shoulder from the canvas in the process, stunning both Alexis and Portia, Baby caught holding her arms high and wide in a sign of victory for her protégé. Meanwhile, Rachel covered a smirk with her clipboard.
Baby was too surprised to complain which allowed Alexis the freedom to carry the load. Suguitan hopped to her feet and chested into Carpenter, demanding an explanation. He limited his response to two raised fingers and Alexis raised one back in kind, her middle. Turning back to her foe, Alexis found Treymane moving, pushing up on all fours.
Alexis quickly moved to a standing forward straddle of Veronica and dropped her booty into the lower spine of the blonde, forcing Treymane flat to her chest. The Filipino beauty followed the failing would-be-but-don’t-want-to-be Associate down and ended seated on the back of the blonde’s knees. Reaching forward, Alexis slapped at Veronica’s sides, reflexively drawing back her foe’s hands in protection and Suguitan grabbed each by the wrist.
It’s then Alexis’ Device got put into real motion as she extended her long copper-skinned stems forward, crossing her ankles at Veronica’s chin. The move was as worthy a concoction as any put together by Jenny Jacobs and Alexis leeeeaned back with her Brannock. Treymane squealed to life, no longer touting how she’s too good to be an Associate, only groaning as Suguitan pulled her like taffy, the blonde’s back arched in agony, her arms appearing near to coming out of their sockets, Alexis expertly using her legs to bend Ronnie’s neck to a harrowing degree.
When the call for submission came, it’s not from someone in the ring. Neither Alexis, deep in concentration to break the blonde, nor the official asked first. Instead, it’s Portia VanBuren who recommended the best course of action for the Pinstripe Powerhouse was to admit she’s not worthy of being an Associate by throwing in the towel, Baby apparently not having taken to being publicly turned down by Treymane.
With Veronica’s limbs controlled and her body stretched to the breaking point, it seemed only a matter of time, but second after second passes without the blonde giving in and it’s Portia’s patience that snapped.
“HARDER!” screamed the Trust Fund Terror, demanding her protégé wring the capitulation from Veronica and still it didn’t come. “I SAID…” Portia let the words hang as Alexis dutifully turned up the angle in Treymane’s backbone to disturbing degrees, Veronica now staring up at the rafters, her backbone bent so far.
Suddenly, Baby couldn’t take any further refusal.
“Let her go,” she said softly but sternly.
“But I’ve got her,” Alexis grunted, pulling in her legs in to increase the agony again. “I’ve got…”
“You’ve got nothing but the opportunity to show she can take your best,” Portia insisted. “LET…HER…GO!”
Alexis drew her legs wide and released her grips on Veronica’s wrists, letting the blonde flop face-first to the deck, mewling weakly, a hand gingerly moving to her lower spine.
“The brat wasn’t going to give up,” Portia informed, ignoring her own calls for surrender moments before. “Rachel told you that. Do you even read her tendency metrics? Knock the bytch the hell out so we can have some fun with her.” VanBuren seemed to realize whowas beside her. She turned away from Rachel and made an ‘oops’ face to the crowd, garnering more than a few laughs from the nearby FAWNatics.
Alexis wasn’t in on the joke either, pushing to her feet and hovering over the broken blonde. Broken but not beaten. She laid into Veronica with a set of stomps to every piece of the blonde’s body she could find with her red stockinged feet.
But showing incredible resolve, Treymane started to rise with each stomp instead of cower. Slowly she made it to vertical despite the onslaught when Alexis turned from attacking with her feet, instead resorting to a set of wicked Mongolian Chops to either nape of Veronica’s neck. Those slow the momentum of the Pinstripe Powerhouse and another set nearly knocked her back down to one knee, Treymane wavering. A third set surely would have if Alexis didn’t also quickly switch her Knife-Edges out for claws and sink each set into the bosom of the blonde.
Squeeeezing the flesh violently, the Filipino catfighter ‘helped’ keep Veronica upright with her dual breast claws, Alexis then rocking Treymane from side to side with the brutal control.
“Maybe Portia was right. Better to play with you some more, you mousy little wannabNNNNGGGHH!”
Her hands occupied, Alexis was short on defenses when Veronica curled her right hand into a fist and slammed it into the brunette’s mouth. The claws loosened for a moment, then got that much tighter after Suguitan shook her head clear. “That all you got, Dick Tracy?” she taunted. “Love taps aren’t gonna keep me out of your training NNGGHH!”
Treymane swatted Alexis’s hands aside, grabbed a double handful of hair and jerked her down into a high Kneelift that THWONKED off the Associate’s forehead. The catfighter staggered, caught her balance and glared daggers at Veronica, who was eyeing her just as balefully. “Bring those cheap ass press-on nails over here again and I’ll feed them to you, bytch.” the Dangerous Dame promised.
Alexis curled her fingers into wicked hooks that caught the overhead lights. “Big words, little sister. Think you can back them up?”
“You’ll never find out cowering in Portia’s shadow.” Treymane spat back.
The smirk on Suguitan’s face withered and died an instant before she pounced at the blonde with those face shredding talons leading the THWHACK! Veronica turned her back on the brunette, or rather she spun around just long enough to build up a head of steam for the Rolling Elbow she caromed off her attacker’s jaw. Alexis went down like a sack of mail but damned if she didn’t immediately scramble back to verticality, albeit with an obvious shimmy in her knees.
ROLLING ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jg9RlgF0d4g
“Don’t worry about your jaw, Daisy.” Veronica taunted. “I’ll make sure to throw your nails through a juicer before I serve them--”
“F*CK YOU!” the Ferocious Filipino exploded forward again, only this time she whipped her left leg up for a glorious Yakuza Kick that put her foot through the spot occupied by Treymane’s skull less than a second prior. Cursing aloud as she came up empty, Suguitan spun around and let out a startled little ‘eep’ as Veronica slipped an arm between her thighs and boosted her into another Fireman’s Carry. Instinctually preparing herself for another ride on the Airplane Spin, Alexis was all the more surprised (not to mention displeased) when the Pinstripe Powerhouse tossed her from Fireman’s Carry to Powerbomb stall, then dropped to her knees in the blink of an eye. There was a THAWHAM, followed by roars from the crowd, followed by shrieks from Portia as Treymane wedged her shoulders into the pits of Alexis’s knees to fold her in half for the…
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
The junior Associate rolled from shoulders to tummy with just enough time to spare Baby the indignity of diving under the bottom rope to break the count. Having noticed the near infraction from the corner of her eye, Veronica raked a hand through her hair before beckoning the champion into the ring. “Your girl’s not getting it done, Baby. You wanna slide in here, see if you can’t do any better?”
“I don’t need to lift a finger to know I’m better than you, Jersey.” VanBuren scolded. “Now avert your gaze and don’t let Alexis humiliate you too badly.”
Veronica scoffed, worked her hands deep into Suguitan’s war-weary locks and peeled her off the mat. Alexis’s knees were still bent quite deep when the brunette lashed out with both hands and raaaaaaaaaaaaaaked her adversary across the eyes.
“Watch the eyes, Alexis!” Carpenter barked. “I’m not going to tolerate that shyt!”
She answered with a smirk. “Please. You date Jenny Jacobs, clearly you’ll tolerate a great deal.” With that she shifted one hand to the nape of Treymane’s neck and rushed the ropes on the Associates side of the ring, Portia’s protégé clearly meaning to toss the blonde at her boss’s feet as some sort of tawdry offering. Only it didn’t quite play out as the exotique intended. See, Veronica clamped down on HER neck, then twisted her hips to turn the ladies in a half circle and hurl the catfighter out into the void.
Or not.
Suguitan snatched hold of the top rope in both hands as she sailed over and used it as an anchor to haul herself into a landing on the apron. Having cleared out fast when it looked like Alexis might divebomb the area, Portia and Rachel moved back in beside their partner’s flanks to present a united front. Tired but far from beaten, the Penthouse Panther pulled herself closer to the apron with one hand and stuffed the other against Veronica’s mug in a savage pie-facing. “Back the f*ck up, geek.” she huffed. “This is the closest trash like you will ever get to the Associa--” THWHACK! Veronica whipped around, hopped up and put the heel of her right boot square on Alexis’s chin courtesy of huge peal of Chicago Lightning.
CHICAGO LIGHTNING @ 3:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5gNOKjb9cQ
By all wrestling logic the gobsmacked brunette should’ve tumbled down onto her conspirators, yet somehow Suguitan maintained her precarious perch. Swaying like a lone leaf in a gale, Alexis raised her other hand and beckoned the blonde forward. “Huuuhhh…. uuuunnnnggggghhh…. is that all…. daisy? Your sister hits harder when we spaRRRNNNNGGGGHH!”
Veronica slapped the taste out of her mouth but the decimated catfighter STILL clung tight, so the Pinstripe Powerhouse rounded on one heel and ran to the other side of the ring. The noise of the crowd was such that she didn’t hear Alexis mutter to Portia, hell, it was so loud that Portia almost didn’t hear, but the World Champ knew an opportunity when she saw one and so she stood her ground until Treymane raced back and launched herself at Alexis’s midsection for a rib-crushing Spe--
Suguitan twisted aside, putting her back to Carpenter and thus creating a blind spot that lasted just long enough for VanBuren to snatch the clipboard from Raker’s hands. In the next instant she THWHONKED the thin sheet of marble against Treymane’s forehead, thus freezing a potentially crushing Suicide Dive in its tracks.
Stunned by the vicious turn of events, Raker grabbed the clipboard away from Baby and shoved her back on her heels one handed. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” she bellowed at Fortune’s Favorite even as Alexis slipped back into the ring and Veronica hung limp over the second strand. “I GAVE YOU EVERY METRIC NECESSARY AND IN RETURN YOU PROMISED ME A CLEAN MAT--”
“I’M CHANGING THE DEAL!” Portia roared back. “YOU SAID SHE’D JOIN! YOU PROMISED ME SHE’D JOIN! INSTEAD SHE’S TREATED US LIKE SHYT THE WHOLE NIGHT! THIS IS ON YOU, RACHEL! SO SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND DON’T OPEN IT AGAIN UNTIL I SAY SO!”
Only vaguely aware of the disagreement between her partners, Alexis Suguitan helped herself to a handful of Veronica’s waistband and peeled her off the ropes in a single violent tug. Legs turned to spaghetti by the clipboard shot, Treymane offered no resistance as Alexis spun her around and unleashed a spiteful Toe Kick to the crotch. A Front Facelock and Standing Cradle followed, the only hooks Alexis needed to hoist her prey up, over and DOWN! Suguitan sat out with legs spread in a wide ‘V’ meaning Treymane crashed down on the back of her head and shoulders, the latest FAWN lass to take the trip from Penthouse to Poor House.
FROM PENTHOUSE TO POOR HOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4JtCWNhYX4
Barely able to contain her excitement, Alexis tossed the cradled leg aside, pushed to her knees and slid forward to drop the full weight of her bronzed buttocks on Veronica’s forehead. “Here’s some penthouse payback, slut.” Sidling the soles of her feet in against the sides of Veronica’s noggin, Alexis crooked her right hand into a claw and affixed it to the center of her foe’s pinstriped trunks for all of five seconds before she let loose and wormed her fingers under blonde waistband. Bearing down with twice the force, Alexis worked her tush in taut little figure eights, her pattern all the better to hear and feel the Devastated Dame’s cries reverberating off her undercarriage.
“AAAAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHPPP! GET OFFFAAA MEEEEEEEE!”
Alexis only shook her head ‘no’ and clamped down harder. After several seconds of increased struggles the blonde started to fade, yet that wasn’t enough for the vindictive catfighter. Eyes glinting wickedly, she slipped three fingers into Treymane’s sanctum sanctorum and unleashed every bit of hell her heart had to offer.
Caught in a perfect maelstrom of agony, humiliation and manipulation, Veronica Treymane planted her feet, bridged up as hard as she could and sank white-knuckled claws into the brunette’s bunched glutes. All it earned her was a harder grind and more forceful probing from the bytch mounted up top. Stifling an ugly sob with a promise to extract a terrible vengeance some day, she flattened one hand into a paddle and tapped the mat three times.
“YES!” Alexis removed her claw, grabbed hold of Treymane’s waistband and yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked it up and forward, tormenting the defeated battler with a heartless inverted wedgie while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
Outside the ring, Portia bared her teeth in a ferocious grin and smacked Raker on the shoulder. “There. Job done. Now, it’s time for you to prove yourself to the Associates.”
Rachel took in a deep breath and rolled her shoulders. “I’ve proved myself to you every day for the last three years. What else do you want from me?”
“Right now? I want you to get me a chair. Go. GO.”
The redhead held Baby’s gaze for several seconds before she turned around and went to fetch a chair from the Timekeeper’s position. By the time she made her way back to the squared circle Portia was celebrating with Alexis, the two of them strutting snide little circles around Veronica while occasionally pausing to put a domineering boot on tummy, tits or cheek. Approaching the festivities with a decided lack of humor, VBA’s lead counsel extended the chair to the champion. “As you requested.”
Portia shook her head. “Oh no, it’s not for me. That’s yours. As I said, you need to prove yourself. Alexis, scrape that piece of Jersey trash off the mat.”
Still coming off her victory high, Suguitan hooked her hands under the blonde’s armpits and hauled her to boot-leather. Controlling Treymane with a Wristlock and a handful of hair, the Ferocious Filipino wheeled her toward Portia and Rachel. “Like her make-up? It’s a little smudgy, but I think the whimpering tramp look goes great on her.”
VanBuren grinned, Raker said nothing. After a moment, the Trust Fund Terror smacked the chair in Rachel’s hands. “Your sister could have stood at our side… YOUR side and helped us run FAWN. Instead she mocked us, embarrassed us, and generally treated us like garbage. I won’t stand that from anyone, even if she is your family. She’s gotta be put down, Rachel. And you’re gonna be the one that pulls the trigger.”
Raker looked from Portia to the chair and back again. “If I refuse?”
“You won’t refuse.” VanBuren answered bluntly. “Without my connections you’re doing tax returns for idiots at H&R block every March. You of all people know that business always comes first. And this is business… that just happens to be personal. Now GET. TO. IT.”
Rachel thought about for a long while, then handed Baby her clipboard. “Hold this, please.”
Portia took it one handed and that’s when Rachel THWHUMPED the rounded edge of the chair deep into her midsection! Breathless with surprise and pain, the gaping champion raised a hand to push Raker away and BWANG! Rachel wound up with a home run swing that slammed into the side of Baby’s head. Knocked for a loop by the unexpected shot, Portia crumpled to her knees, then pitched forward onto her face in an unconscious sprawl.
Elsewhere, Alexis Suguitan watched Raker’s defection with slack jawed astonishment. Eventually she shoved the knock-kneed blonde aside and went for her traitorous older sister. “What the HELL do you think you’re doing, Rachel? You just threw away the best thing you ever--” she fell silent when the redhead put the edge of the chair under her chin.
“Walk away, Alexis.” Rachel said softly. “I understand where your loyalties lie and while I can’t fault you for them, I’m not about to let you take another shot at my sister. So back off and head up the ramp. The refs will deliver Portia to you shortly.”
Suguitan sucked in a deep breath, then nodded once and raised her hands overhead. “All right, Rachel. It’s your life to throw away. I’m not gonna stop you.”
With that she backed up, turned around and started toward the ropes… only to about face and leap at THWUMP! The sneak attack never got off the blocks, thanks to a second bolt of Chicago Lightning delivered straight to the catfighter’s jaw. Alexis went down on her back, Veronica collapsed to one knee and the FAWNatics sprang to their feet when Rachel strode over and helped her sister up.
“Thuuuu…. thanks.” Treymane huffed. “Think you might be out of a job though… sorry about that.”
Raker looked down at the wreckage of her former associates. “Don’t be. I’ve never been exclusive as Portia believed. I’ll be just fine. And so will you. We might have to stick together for a while, though. Baby and Alexis aren’t going to take this very well.”
Veronica smirked and planted a foot on Alexis’s heaving chest. The loss hurt no question, but the grind of her boot against Suguitan’s cups eased the worst of the sting. “I think I’ll be fine. Now that I’ve got some back up.”
Rachel tossed the chair aside and pulled her sister into a forceful hug. “I’ve missed you, Rox--Veronica.”
“Missed you too, sis. Can we get out of here? The new money stink is starting to get to me.”
Raker moved to the ropes and sat down on the middle strand to allow Treymane passage to the floor. Joining her shortly thereafter, Rachel took the blonde’s wrist and raised it to the rafters. Veronica might’ve lost the match, but leaving Portia stretched out and asleep with a steel-induced migraine? Rachel could think of no better reason to throw a party.
