Post by alyadmirer on Apr 19, 2016 19:16:04 GMT
The March to War had lead through many hellacious battles and though the crowd was understandably tired, they dipped into their reserves when the Announcer stepped into the light one more time. “Ladies and gentlemen it is time for our Main Event! The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, at a combined weight of two hundred and sixty one pounds, they are RACHEL RAKER AND VERONICA TREYMANE!”
For viewers at home the blonde’s last name signaled an abrupt chromatic change, one that bathed the arena in 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 and her Fixer sister strode into view.
MACHINE GUN BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uf3FOEL3KjE
VERONICA TREYMANE:
RACHEL RAKER:
Dressed in a half length (it ended about mid-thigh) grey trench coat and matching fedora, Veronica Treymane looked out at the crowd and told them, “Baby and Kitty might spit poison, but me and this dame right here? We spit FIRE!” Beside her, Rachel pulled her own coat (it was black as midnight) aside and the siblings raised a pair of replica Thompson sub-machine guns to blister the floor with a blazing line of pyro. Slinging the weapons over their shoulders only when the clips clicked empty, Treymane and Raker bumped fists, then started down the ramp.
With blonde and redhead moving fast and their coat flapping open, the FAWN faithful got a much better view of their ring attire. For this latest row against the champ and her pet kitty, the Pinstripe Powerhouse 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. As for Rachel, she’d chosen a black pinstriped version of her standard crimson one piece, the suit featuring a plunging ‘V’ neckline, wide lapels, an exceptionally high military style collar and three shiny black buttons descending in a straight line from the tip of the ‘V’ to just below her navel. The look was completed with glossy black pads and boots.
More eager than ever to get their hands on the pair of Daisies that’d tried to relegate them to ‘Associate’ status forever, Raker and Treymane circled the ring and opposite directions, then hopped onto the apron and slipped through the ropes in stereo. Handing their irons to Nick Castle one right after the other, blonde and redhead peeled off their coats and dropped them into the arms of a FAWN tech waiting at ringside. Thus prepared for battle, the recently reunited siblings headed to their corner to keep a wary eye on the stage, just in case Rachel’s former employer had something untoward on her devious mind.
With the simpering sibling saps waiting in the ring for Associated greatness, FAWN’s newest and likely greatest tag team, at least as far anyone with taste was sure to realize, stood prepared to makes its inaugural appearance.
Coming off a less than glorious post-match after Alexis had claimed a seminal submission from Treymane, both Portia and Alexis bounced on the balls of their feet in anticipation.
If there was any doubt whose music would be played for the team’s entrance, well that person clearly hadn’t been paying attention for the last dozen years.
The sounds of ‘How You Like Me Now' from Heavy, the drumbeating clarion call of FAWN’s infamous socialite coursed through the arena’s speakers, and the duo took a deep breath and push through.
HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVzvRsl4rEM
Portia and her powerhouse headed to center stage as the crowd rose to its feet in one of the most oft-repeated rituals in FAWN history. The masses jeered Baby with every ounce of capacity their lungs could muster and Alexis was surrounded in the hate by association. Though to be fair to Fortune’s Favorite, the Filipino Phenom had certainly earned her share of disdain with her burgeoning career, the exotic beauty rising perilously close to top of the card.
PORTIA OPHELIA VANBUREN:
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
Still, the decibel level elicited my POV remained unmatched, particularly with the slender socialite in possession of FAWN’s biggest prize.
The head of what remained of VB&A floated like a feather over the hatred, the enormous gold plate on the belt around her waist lifting her rather than weighing her down. Next to her, Alexis pointed at the accessory, letting everyone know the hardware remained where it belongs despite every hopeless effort to remove it.
Beaming, Baby started down the aisle. She slapped her faceplate then unsnapped the leather and lifted the belt overhead; the familiar, eardrum-injuring cascade of catcalls echoing through the confines at the volume of a jet engine.
The sinewy blonde reached the ring, her emerald eyes never leaving the duplicitous Jersey’s that could have made VB&A an unstoppable force. Putting the coulda-beens aside, Baby laid the belt on her left shoulder and shook her head in disgust at Rachel and her bigger baby sis.
Portia offered a familiar toss of her flaxen mane as she made her way up the ring steps.
VanBuren wore her trademark daringly scant black bikini emblazoned with a green, sparkling dollar sign on her infamous and flawless derriere. Baby’s uva-nourished, ivory skin glowed next to the black swatches, her attire completed with green pads and black boots. The footwear contained a green outline of the state of New Jersey, an iconic red circle with a slash superimposed atop the Garden State. The blonde patrician waited on the apron for her partner to join her.
VanBuren slid into the ring only after Suguitan widened the ropes for her, Portia’s protégé joining her boss after assisting her entrance. Alexis stunned in her jawdropping and much-appreciated red velvet bra and panties; sheer red stockings completing the ensemble as her feet remained free of boots. She followed her mentor to the middle, quickly going shoulder to shoulder with Portia. Alexis moved the World Title belt over to her right shoulder and the women turned to head for the Associates’ corner as the Announcer broke in.
“And introducing their opponents, at a combined weight of two hundred and fifty-four pounds; from Manhattan and Easthampton, New York and Monaco City, Monaco; she is the THREE TIME FAWN World Champion from Manhattan, Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV; AND, by her side, from Manila in the Phillippines, she is the Filipino Phenom, Alexis Suguitan. Together, they are VanBuren & Associates!”
Portia turned to face her foes and, behind her, Alexis provides a last-minute shoulder massage to her boss, the copper-skinned powerhouse and ivory-skinned icon staring holes through their soon-to-be competition, apparently trying to judge who might come at them first and thus respond accordingly.
The bell sounded with Alexis and Veronica starting for their respective teams and they went straight for one another, their issues clearly not settled despite finishing the best of three series at Heartbroken. In no mood for talk after the disastrous events of that card, Suguitan picked up the pace as she closed the distance and practically threw herself at Treymane, who welcomed her with open arms and curved claws. The ‘smeck’ of their Collar & Elbow Lock-Up was effectively swallowed by the roars of the FAWNatics, not to mention snarls from both combatants, as they augmented their legal grips with huge handfuls of hair.
Startled by the blonde’s cattiness for the briefest of spans, Alexis bared her teeth, squared her shoulders and yanked on Treymane’s hair hard enough to bare her throat. Veronica grimaced, then responded with a tug that made Suguitan’s eyes water. They were still pulling and stamping when Nick Castle stepped in and swatted them both on the shoulder. “All right you two, knock that tawdry shyt off! I want a clean break and both hands up. This is a wrestling match, remember?” Blonde and brunette eased off and slowly did as the official bade. Not because they gave a damn about a clean fight, but because neither wanted to incur the official’s ire this early on.
Raking a hand through her dark hair, Alexis looked Veronica up n’ down and curled her lip at what she saw. “I thought wrecking your shyt twice would be enough for you to learn your place, but I guess you really are the stupid sister. And considering what Rachel did last month, that’s saying something.”
Treymane raised her hands and settled into a grappler’s crouch but she didn’t attempt to circle, she didn’t want to get caught with Suguitan on one side and Baby on the other. “What idiocy was that, Daisy? Standing up to your gutless coward of a boss? Or giving your cheating, cheap-shotting ass a taste of your own medicine?”
Alexis’s response came through clenched teeth. “Both. And I sure as f*ck didn’t need either of them to beat you, bytch.”
“Please. The one time we fought without them at ringside, you ended up whimpering into my--”
Alexis decked her with a Haymaker of a right that would’ve knocked Treymane flat if she hadn’t turned her head a heartbeat before the blow connected. As it was she still staggered to the right and fought to keep upright while her knees steadied out.
“Watch the closed fist, Alexis!” Nick snapped. “You know better than WHOA!”
The senior official dove out of the way to avoid Veronica, who threw herself into Suguitan with a European Uppercut leading the way. Alexis took the blow flush and stumbled back, one hand pressed to her stinging jaw. “You and me, one on one. Anytime you want. Anywhere you want, Alexis.” the Dangerous Dame offered. “Just name the time and place and I will be happy to beat you to your knees.”
Portia said something from the Associate’s corner but Suguitan paid no mind, her focus was on Veronica and no one else. Putting one foot forward, she pressed a stocking-clad toe to the canvas and ‘swiiiiished’ a line between them. “Now.” she said. “Right now, you coddled piece of prep school tra--”
Veronica lunged for a clench, only to go low and slam a shoulder into Suguitan’s tummy. Plowing forward even as she wrapped her arms around the exotique’s upper thighs, Treymane hauled her up sack of potatoes style and stomped straight to a neutral corner, where she BWUUUNGED her against the buckles. A single stiff Shoulderblock slowed Suguitan long enough for the blonde to drape her arms over the top rope, which in turn left Alexis vulnerable to the Knife-Edge Chop she CRAAAACKED across the other woman’s chest. The catfighter yelped, started to push off and found herself stuffed even deeper into the corner by a vengeful Treymane. Forearm braced roughly across the other woman’s throat, Veronica leaned in to hiss, “You want to see how ‘coddled’ I am, kitty? Let me show you.”
Alexis didn’t really want that at all, unfortunately she couldn’t make her objection known before Treymane lit into her cleavage with a trio of wince-inducing Chops. The ‘WOOOOS!’ were still fading when the Pinstripe Powerhouse helped herself to a double handful of brunette jugg and squeeeeeeezed for all she was worth.
No stranger to a rack attack, Alexis was still surprised and more importantly, angered, by the fact that this twit was getting catty with her. “Oh bytch, you have no idea what you’re starting.” she growled. “I’m gonna strangle you with your own toPPNNNNNGGGHH!”
Veronica shut her up with a Headbutt across the bridge of the nose. “What was that about strangling, Daisy? You having trouble breathing?” Alexis wasn’t, at least not until the blonde wrapped both hands around her throat and started to squeeze.
Portia, who had no use for the officiating staff until they could make her life easier, slapped her turnbuckle and shouted, “Get that Jersey tramp off Alexis’s throat, Castle! Isn’t that what they’re paying you for?”
It was indeed, not that Nick bothered to answer, as he was already admonishing Treymane about the chokehold. She heard everything the ref said, she just chose not to acknowledge it until he reached ‘FOUR’ on the count. “Get off my back.” she huffed. “I’m not gonna kill the tramp, but I am gonna make her pay for what EERRRRGGHHH!”
Short of breath but far from defenseless, Suguitan flicked out a hand and slashed Treymane across the eyes. That was followed up with a Kneelift to the tummy and a double handful of hair, all the better to switch their positions in the corner. “So you wanna catfight with me, cupcake?” Alexis ignored Castle just as pointedly as her rival had done but took her breast punishment a step further by working her hands beneath the blonde’s cups. “I hope you’re ready to scream.”
Pinching Veronica’s nipples between thumb and forefinger, the Ferocious Filipino treated her prey to a ferocious three second twist. It would’ve been longer if not for the presence of the zebra, as it was, she ended it before he could start a count, which meant she had a little more time for her next trick. Grabbing the rope to Treymane’s right, Alexis planted all her weight on her left leg and brought her right foot up into the hollow of her foe’s throat.
Thoroughly unimpressed with Castle’s ability to keep control of the action thus far, Rachel clapped loudly and called, “Get them out of the corner, Castle! You can do better than this!” To his credit, the ref was already at ‘THREE!’ on his count, not that Raker cared while her sister was coughing and sputtering. No, her mood only brightened when Veronica stopped pulling and clawing at Alexis’s ankle and affixed an underhanded claw grip to the exotique’s crotch. Caught off guard by the talon in her trunks, Alexis abandoned the Foot Choke at once and CRAAACKED Veronica across the mouth with a Bytch Slap to break the Claw.
“Keep your hands off my trunks, bytch.” the Junior Partner threatened. “Unless you’re ready to pick them out of your OOOFFFFFFHHHH!” Grabbing the top rope for extra support, Treymane raised her knees to chest level, then pistoned both feet into Suguitan’s chest with a Mule Kick. Alexis didn’t go down, but she did backpedal more than halfway across the ring before catching her balance. She was about to come for Veronica again when Portia reached a hand over the ropes.
“A tag, Alexis. If you would.”
The brunette took a deep breath without taking her eyes from Veronica. “We’re not done yet, Treymane.” She stalked over to corner and smacked Baby’s outstretched hand.
Though she wanted nothing more than a shot at the FAWN World Champion, Veronica knew someone else who wanted it just as much, which was why she headed to her sister’s side of town and made the tag.
Portia slid through the ropes, immediately taking on a frustrated frown.
“I understand,” she shouted after Veronica. “Run home little girl. Go get big sister.” Baby bleated the rest under her breath. “That’s the traitorous Jersey I want.”
The words barely escaped VanBuren’s lips before she rushed the entering Raker and whether Baby had gone off Rachel’s script for her or not, the slender socialite caught her former lead counsel with a raised knee to the chest before the redhead could get fully oriented.
Grabbing Raker by a wrist, Portia pivoted with her former Associate and whipped Rachel to the opposite strands. As the redhead hit the cables and returned, Portia took off like the Q-train through Lower Manhattan. She raised her right boot to introduce it to Raker’s chin but the Fixer ducked under and sped on to her second u-turn. While she did, Portia skidded to a stop and started to turn toward an onrushing Raker. Leaping, she spun into a Leg Lariat that took Rachel across the throat. Raker’s legs flew out in front of her, the back of her head clunking against the canvas.
Baby hovered over the flattened litigator. She stared down at her former Associate.
“Looks like you should have been studying me as much as the Jerseys I was paying you to study.”
VanBuren backpedaled to the ropes behind her and lifted off above the splayed Rachel, rising in a can-opener configuration to drop a right knee into Rachel’s forehead. The trip up went much better than the one down for Portia as when she tried to deliver the balled joint to her foe, Rachel rolled clear and Baby BANGED her knee into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Portia bounced back to vertical, hopping on her left leg. She pulled the right knee close, failing to keep her curses under her breath. With a beaming Veronica clapping on the sidelines, Rachel scurried to her feet.
“I didn’t just carry that clipboard around to use as a weapon to save your flat ass,” Raker informed before surging toward the wincing VanBuren. She dropped Baby like she’d dropped her Associate tag, sing a stiff Clothesline to deck the veteran blonde. To her credit, Portia scrambled to her feet but was met with a repeat performance from Rachel. VanBuren wobbled up this time, taking a wild left-handed swing, Raker ducked under.
The redhead quickly slipped an arm between Portia’s unsteady stems and ‘hupped’ FAWN’s World Champion across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Instantly, the fans perk to a possible Riot Stopper and an abrupt end to tonight’s festivities, but VanBuren flailed her way out of the predicament, landing behind Raker.
Portia reached over Rachel’s shoulders, cupping her laced fingers under her former Associate’s chin and leapt into a tuck, pressing her knees into Rachel’s shoulderblades. VanBuren threw her weight backward and RIPPED Raker off her feet, ‘backstabbing’ the Fixer in a beautiful show of ingenuity that left Rachel arched in pain, her gameplanning well countered.
The champ clambered to a spasming Rachel and flattened her to the canvas with a Crossbody pin, Portia hooking a leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
and Raker kicks free with the second slap, rolling to her side. Baby pushed to her feet, keeping a set of fingers buried in her former counsel’s locks, tugging Rachel’s head from side to side.
“Scribbling in a pad is what you’re good at,” VanBuren assured. “Leave the wrestling to the professionals.”
Portia banged a knee into Rachel’s jaw to keep her pacified while she hauled her to her feet and into a tight face-to-face, chest-to-chest embrace. VanBuren tightened her hug, drawing a breathy grunt from Rachel then launched Raker into the air in front of her. VanBuren genuflected under the airborne redhead and split her wickets with a nasty Inverted Atomic Drop. Rachel hopped off bended knee pigeon-toed, mouth agape, hands reflexively slipping between her thighs.
On the outside, a pleased Alexis nodded her head and slapped the top turnbuckle to get the attention of the lead Associate. Portia waved her off and adds a dismissive “Wait your turn” over her shoulder.
VanBuren caught up with a waddling Raker and shoved her to a chest-first connection with the ropes. Baby lowered the redhead’s noggin and stuffed it and her upper torso between the middle and uppermost cable. Fortune’s Favorite then leapt onto Raker’s back, scissoring her sinewy, lightly tanned stems around the waist of her foe, taking a seat on the middle rope. Simultaneously, she secured a Rear Naked Choke and went to work on the Fixer, throttling the life from the turncoat. Portia ignored Castle’s calls and his count, until it got to a loud emphatic ‘FOUR’ when she dismounted, raising her hands high in the air, innocent as a babe.
ROPE ASSISTED REAR NAKED CHOKE @ 00:40
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-GRsq-sUsuY
Portia gave Raker no more than a couple ragged breaths before she grabbed another handful of hair and dragged her out of the ropes, leading her to center stage, delighted as she eyeballed Treymane.
“You’re not playing with the puppy anymore, sweetheart,” VanBuren informed Veronica. “I’m the perfect purebred, one hundred percent, top bytch in this company.”
As if to prove it, Portia dipped and scooped the rubber-legged redhead off the deck and skillfully positioned her into Tombstone position, the crowd aghast at Baby’s ability to go big and maybe…go home soon after. The socialite held Raker in the fateful position, the crown of Rachel’s head pointed to the canvas. But instead of sitting out, VanBuren ripped Raker’s head and torso upward with a violent swing and sendt her splattering to the deck with an Inverted Facebuster that would make Maddy Crane jealous.
INVERTED FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-PAU2MF4Ws
Rachel SLAMMED down hard, bouncing off her face and chest to a kneeling position, the redhead settling to her haunches. Portia placed a domineering palm on Raker’s noggin.
“You don’t think I know to add some new moves you haven’t seen before, Rach? It’s funny those closest to me underestimate me the most.”
Portia moved her arms under those of the beleaguered barrister and lifted the jelly-legged redhead to her feet. Baby ‘accompanies’ Rachel to the Associate corner, tossing her in the last few feet, Raker hitting home chest-first.
“Turn and hold her,” Portia demanded and Alexis did as she’s told, keeping the turncoat strapped in place, Rachel fighting vainly to free her biceps from Suguitan’s curling arms.
A protesting Veronica pled her case and Castle seemed amenable but his slack on starting a count was accepted willingly by Baby. The World Champ turned her back to Raker and mounted the middle ropes, one leg on either side of the corner and Raker. Peeling the green, sequin dollar-sign down her flawless uva-nourished derriere, VanBuren reminded Raker in spectacular fashion there’s always a Bare Ass Market around the corner, as Baby shoved her bared backside into the face of the ex-con.
Raker flailed in Alexis’ grip, unable to break free as Portia continued to swish figure-8s, scrubbing her taut ass into Rachel’s mug. Veronica’s shouts broke Castle out of a hypnotic fog and he started his count on the blonde one-percenter. At ‘FOUR’, Portia hopped down from her station, letting Rachel’s greasy face emerge. Simultaneously, Alexis released to recover her legal status and shoved Raker forward, the redhead staggering a few steps before falling to her knees, head bowed, no studying of metrics having prepared her for this.
With Portia pulling her scant lower togs back into place next to the corner, Alexis reached over the top rope and tagged Baby’s right shoulder, Castle nodding at the transfer of power to the junior Associate.
A startled Portia gave a momentary scowl but finally nods. Not that it made a difference as Suguitan was already halfway in.
“Don’t mess it up,” Portia related to her protégé. “If we don’t see Treymane in the ring again today, that’s a good thing.”
Alexis didn’t answer, she already had her hands full of Raker’s hair, all the better to drag her to the center of the squared circle. Already wobbly-legged following Portia’s beatdown, it didn’t take more than a pair of Kneelifts to the gut to drop the redhead to her knees directly in front of Suguitan. “You’re gonna pay for decking me with that chair.” Alexis shifted one hand to the back of Rachel’s head, snatched a whole lotta hair and cranked her neck backward at an unpleasant angle. “You’re gonna pay for almost costing Portia the title.” She splayed her other hand into a five-tined talon, applied it directly to the penitent battler’s face and dug in with white-knuckled relish. “And you’re gonna pay,” she trailed off to a near whisper, “for choosing your castoff sister over me.”
“What was that, Alexis?” Portia called from the Associate’s corner.
“I said she’s never gonna stop paying!” The Filipino Phenom doubled down on the Iron Claw, the angle of her fingers indicating a clear desire to crush Raker’s skull like an apple. Alexis’s control of her noggin made it impossible for Rachel to shake her head or mutter a ‘no’ when Castle asked if she wanted to surrender, so she pulled one hand away from Suguitan’s encroaching wrist and waggled a finger ‘no, no, no!’ “She’s giving up!” the brunette barked to the zebra. “Look at her, she’s quitting right OOOFFFFFHH!”
Raker suddenly shifted her focus downward, snatching a hearty grip on Alexis’s waistband to pull her into a left handed body shot that THUMPED against the catfighter’s toned tummy. “YEAH, GET HER RACHEL!” Veronica shouted from her corner as big sis fired more ordinance into Suguitan’s midriff. “SHOW THAT PAMPERED BRAT HOW IT’S DONE!”
Alexis looked up from her claw to regard the Dangerous Dame with narrow, hateful eyes. “Pampered? I swear to God, I’m gonna destroy NNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Rachel made her pay for the inattention with a short, powerful Uppercut that hit *just* above the waist of her foe’s satin briefs. “DAMMIT ALEXIS!” Portia shouted as the redheaded betrayer shrugged off the claw and clambered to boot leather. “DON’T TAKE YOUR EYES OFF HER, SHE FIGHTS LIKE AN EX-CON, REM--”
Alexis raised both hands overhead and brought them ‘SHUMPING’ down like a pair of axes into Rachel’s collarbone. “I KNOW HOW SHE FIGHTS!” Suguitan snapped right back. “I’M THE ONE WHO ACTUALLY TRAINED WITH HER, REME--”
THWHACK! The Fixer put Alexis’s head on a swivel courtesy of a straight left hand to the cheek. Clearing off all a’stumble and wobbly butt, Alexis didn’t even make it clear of arm’s reach before Raker grabbed the nape of her neck and drew her in close. A quick Forearm Smash to the welt left by her punch gave Rachel all the time needed to force the brunette’s head between her thighs. Soon as that was done she wrapped her arms around Alexis’s ribs and muscled her up over one shoulder. A Canadian Backbreaker would’ve been painful enough, but Raker shifted her hands to Suguitan’s biceps one at a time and hoisted her all the higher with a perfect crucifix. Barely resisting the urge to throw a taunt in Baby’s direction, Raker wheeled toward her sister’s corner and charged full speed ahead. Not quite sure what Rache had in mind, Veronica dropped off the apron. Good thing she did, as big sister immediately hit the brakes and hurled Alexis into a BWUUUNGING spine-first collision with the top turnbuckle!
MIDNIGHT EXPRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKKyWElpJu4
The crowd gasped, Portia cringed, Alexis reeled and Rachel held her in place just long enough to ‘clap’ the Pinstripe Powerhouse back into the fray. More than a little eager to repay the woman who’d beaten her in their Best of Three series, Treymane scrambled into a crouch on the top rope and said, “Send her walking, I need some room.” Rachel knew what she had in mind so she spanked a Kneelift across Suguitan’s belly, stepped aside and shoved her off in one smooth motion.
“GET THE LEAD OUT, ALEXIS!” VanBuren ordered from the far side of the ring. “DON’T LET THEM--” the champ threw up her hands in exasperation when Treymane leapt off the top, caught her Junior Partner in a Side Headlock and landed on her tush to THAWHUNK Alexis’s forehead into the canvas with a huge Diving Bulldog!
DIVING BULLDOG @ 00:08
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4Nxvl6X4IA
Suguitan flopped like a fish out of water but didn’t roll to her back, so Veronica hooked her with a Half Nelson and helped her along, This was followed by a snug Crossbody Press and a hooked leg that netted…
ONE…
TWO…
The Ferocious Filipino lifted a shoulder shortly after ‘TWO’, thus justifying Portia’s decision not to enter the ring. “Shake it off, Alexis!” the CEO of VB&A called. “You’re better than the both of them combined, so knock ‘em on their asses and get over--”
“Oh would you just shut up?” Veronica asked without looking away from the task of peeling Alexis off the canvas. A sharp shove sent the crippled catfighter backpedaling into Raker’s corner and allowed the Dangerous Dame an opportunity to focus her attention on the World Champion. Closing on Portia at a slow stalk, the blonde continued, “No one in this arena actually believes you want into this ring, so just keep your mouth shut while we dismantle your hench-bytch.”
Infuriated by this brat’s utter lack of respect, Portia leaned over the ropes and growled, “Why don’t you come over here and say it again, Jersey!”
Treymane kept coming, she was more than halfway across the ring now. “What’s wrong, Baby? Hearing aid not turned all the way up tonight?”
VanBuren didn’t swipe at her, though she very much wanted to. She just needed to keep this idiot distracted while Alexis-- Portia cursed as she realized the trap. “GODDAMMIT CASTLE!” she bellowed at the official. “PAY ATTENTION TO THE ACTION!”
Nick turned to look (Veronica did not) a little too late. If he’d been a heartbeat quicker he would’ve seen Rachel with one hand clamped over Alexis’s mouth and another affixed to the vulnerable topography of her undercarriage. As it was he only noted Suguitan slumped in enemy territory and Rachel holding the tag rope, a perfect picture of innocence.
“You think you’re smart don’t you, Jersey?” the Trust Fund Terror hissed.
“I think you finally f*cked with the wrong family, Daisy.” Veronica whipped around, charged the corner and THWHACKED a vicious Yakuza Kick into Alexis’s chin. If their positions were reversed Alexis would’ve forced her foot down Treymane’s throat, but the blonde had no interest in such theatrics, she only tagged her sister back in and peeled the brunette off the buckles. Rachel took possession of Suguitan’s other wrist and after leading her to the center, they slung the cranky catfighter into the strands with a tandem Irish Whip.
Sturdy enough to maintain a quick pace even after heavy punishment, Alexis’s durability became a liability as she was moving at top speed when she returned to the sisters and was greeted by stereo Toe Kicks. Alexis doubled over, Veronica cleared off and Rachel ran the ropes to her left. Unaware of the trouble barreling down on her, Suguitan sucked in a deep breath and lifted her THUNK! Raker caught her across the temple with a vicious Knee Trembler that spun the brunette directly into Veronica, who slapped on a Front Facelock. The DDT that followed was immediate and emphatic, Alexis’s forehead THWHUMPING against the mat hard enough to make the FAWNatics groan.
TEAMWORK @ 00:27
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vKJQ3u7PH0g
Treymane wasn’t legal so she rolled under the bottom rope and returned to her corner just in time to accept a tag from the redhead.
“OH COME ON, CASTLE!” Portia fumed from the Associates side of town. “THIS DOUBLE TEAMING BULLSHYT ISN’T LEGAL!”
Lined up with her sister for another vicious bit of tandem offense, Rachel looked toward the champ and smirked. “Don’t waste your breath, Baby. You and I both know this is perfectly legal.”
And while Portia wasted a little more in verbal complaints, she conspicuously held her ground outside the ropes as the blonde siblings stared her down. Grabbing a wrist of the Filipino Phenom, Veronica hauled the rubbery exotique to her feet where she buried a knee into the copper-skinned midriff of the Associate. With Suguitan bent over in front of her, Treymane sent Alexis’ own arm between her legs, thumping it into the catfighter’s kitty. Alexis mewled as she lifted to tiptoes and Treymane secured her Pumphandle with an ab stretch of a grip with her opposite arm.
The Dangerous Dame vaulted Suguitan high into the air, face and chest pointed to the rafters before sending her down emphatically across bended knee, Veronica surely placing some of the Associate’s vertebrae in new locations.
JOURNEY INTO FEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-2mVWZigWA
With the Journey into Fear made by Alexis, Veronica shoveled the ragdoll off her pointed knee, Suguitan stumbling drunkenly toward an awaiting Rachel who accepted her gladly with a scooping arm, Alexis ending on the shoulders of the Fixer. Collecting herself, Raker forced the Associate powerhouse off, sending her CRASHING to the canvas with her signature Switchblade Smile.
SWITCHBLADE SMILE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6CLDU8cH0E
Alexis was putty next to the beaming but illegal former Associate. Rachel gave a wink at the fuming Portia, VanBuren with a white knuckle grip on the top rope.
Knowing Veronica very well might be able to scoop up what little was left of Alexis and finish her off within a Maltese Noose, Portia called out to the blonde as the official directed Rachel back to her position outside the ropes.
“You want to show what you’ve got against the big time and not the second string?" Portia shouted hurriedly as Treymane started to pluck Alexis off the canvas for what seems likely a finishing touch. “Throw her over here and you’ll see whether I’m scared to face some delusional gun moll wannabe.”
With the rubbery Alexis standing, with Veronica’s considerable help, a grin widened on Treymane’s face. Apparently as much as she wanted to even up the war against her rival, getting a shot against the ‘all talk, no action’ leader of the Associates and World Champion was too much to pass up.
Veronica shoved Suguitan to her corner and the bronzed beauty retained her stumbling gait long enough to dive into a tag of Portia’s palm. VanBuren hesitated, demanding Veronica move back, which she did gladly.
“Show me why you’re the World Champion, Portia,” Veronica said matter-of-factly.
Baby slipped her way through the cables, perhaps saving the match but now facing down one of FAWN’s most dangerous up-and-comers. Looking a lot less sure of herself than with Raker, Baby nonetheless moved forward and gamely tied up with the big blonde in a Collar & Elbow. After a moment of struggle, Veronica heaved Baby a half dozen feet across the ring. Portia landed on her feet and backpedaled until she ended on her taut little ass cheeks. Treymane gazed at VanBuren, flashing her perfect pearlies. She pulled out a pantomime Tommy Gun and lett Portia have it, Baby flinching more from the movement toward her than the invisible bullets.
Furious at the laughter from the front rows, Baby pushed to her feet and barreled across the canvas, driving a buried shoulder into Treymane. She looked up in shock as the big blonde’s barely moved an inch. Veronica offered a chance to try again and VanBuren turned to take it, ready to race off for a u-turn and another charge but she got barely a step when the cheeky mobster grabbed a handful of flaxen locks and yanked Baby’s mane. Portia’s legs flwq out from under her and her back and skull clunked off the canvas. Veronica turned toward her sister.
“I’m so glad I did thisAHHHHH.”
Treymane didn’t get to finish her sentence, instead immediately getting a chance to reconsider her thought when Fortune’s Favorite managed to ab crunch her way out of her horizontal position on the mat and within range of sending a balled right fist thrusting into the big blonde’s crotch. The Dangerous Dame folded around the impact, face twisting in pain. A grunting Baby struggled to her feet.
“Not much of a teacher, are you?” Portia purred at her former lawyer before spinning toward the ropes, rebounding and NAILING Treymane with a Yakuza Kick that delivers Veronica to the deck in violent fashion
YAKUZA KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_QXJ5rGs1Wg
A frustrated Rachel growled “apparently not” under her breath, pissed her sibling’s overconfidence, against a World Champ no less, had left them on the short end of the stick.
And the slender socialite seemed determined to make it shorter. Grabbing Veronica by her golden mop, Baby pulled her up to her knees. Treymane sent a short right into Portia’s midriff that doubled the champ with a grunt, but Portia responded with a big elbow to the crown of Veronica’s dome. Momentarily stunned, Treymane could manage little to stop the Trust Fund Terror from drawing her up and bullying the bigger blonde to a corner, Portia taking the inside. She climbed to the middle ropes, a wobbly Veronica facing her.
Treymane seemed to reach for a scooping grip under Portia’s thighs, but before she could secure it and perhaps turn into a Powerbomb, Portia leapt from her perch and PLANTED the Pinstripe Powerhouse to the deck with her signature Boob Job.
BOOB JOB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJs-L1k19lU
VanBuren bounced off the flattened Treymane and skidded to a stop on her knees only a few feet from her former lead counsel.
“Do you have another sister out there, Rach? One who isn’t a convict or thinks she’s one from the 30s? Because I’m having fun beating the crap out of both of you.”
Portia popped to her feet and walked to Veronica, who cradled her head with both hands, soles of her feet pounding in pain and frustration on the floorboards of the mat. VanBuren placed a boot on the cleft of Veronica’s bosom and Treymane shoved it off before the official could get down in time for ‘ONE’.
Baby took a glance back at her own corner. Alexis was up, leaning heavily against the ring-post, wiping her raven locks off her forehead and over her neck.
“Feeling better?” VanBuren asked dryly. “I could use some help.”
Alexis nodded her head and Portia dragged the reeling Veronica off the canvas by a wrist. She buggywhipped the big blonde to the Associates’ corner. Treymane’s back took a surprisingly powerful collision with the buckles and Alexis adding a forearm shot to the spine for good measure before Portia delivered an A-cup mini-splash to Veronica that again seemed to take significant starch out of the struggling Treymane.
“Get her up,” Portia barked. And Suguitan didn’t need any clarification. Slipping in without benefit of a tag, the Filipino Phenom lifted her fellow destroyer-class to a seat on the top rope next to the corner. Meanwhile Portia mounted the middle ropes on either side of the buckles and collected Treymane’s head in a Front Facelock. Portia forced Veronica to stand and instantly the FAWNatics howled for Veronica to escape Baby’s signature Soho Uh-oh.
All too often the hopes of the faithful fell on deaf ears and yet sometimes they were answered in the most spectacular of fashions. This was one of those times. Teetering on the edge of a very nasty fall, Treymane clamped onto the top rope in her left hand and wrenched the right free of Portia’s control. In the same motion she curled that hand into a fist and pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED it into the champ’s ribs, a short, ferocious flurry of blows that ended only when she freed herself from that dangerous Facelock. A Headbutt to the bridge of the nose sent VanBuren reeling backward, indeed she might’ve toppled to the floor several feet below if Alexis hadn’t put a bracing hand against the small of her back.
“Thanks Daisy, that’s just what I needed.” The Dangerous Dame grabbed Baby’s hair, pulled her forward and slapped on a Front Facelock of her own. Then she helped herself to a handful of black tights and muscled Portia all the way to three o’clock, a feat all the more impressive when you remembered she was balanced on the middle rope! The crowd gaped, thinking ‘Superplex!’ as one, yet Treymane had something entirely different in mind. Angling her hips toward the ring, she tossed the veteran battler forward and down, VanBuren easily clearing the ring -post to land astride the rubber-coated steel with an eye watering TWAAAAAAANG!
Having hurried out of the way so as to avoid Portia’s falling form, Suguitan ‘smacked!’ her groaning mentor on the shoulder and slipped through the ropes just as Veronica clambered in from her side. “You no-good bytch.” Alexis hissed even as she reached for the blonde’s long locks. “I’ll teach you not to f*ck with us if it’s the last thing I UUNNNNGGGHHH!”
Veronica met her with an equally vicious hair-pull and raised the stakes with a Kneelift across the tummy. Jerking the catfighter upright before she could so much as wheeze, the Pinstripe Powerhouse drew her close and spat, “You’re the one learning a lesson, sister. A lesson about what happens to tramps who make the wrong choicEERRRGGGHHH!”
Suguitan punched her in the belly, shoved her clear and just like that the fight was back on between of the strongest members of FAWN’s new guard. Steadfastly refusing to grant her rival so much as a single step, Veronica and Alexis squared their shoulders and hammered away, punching, slapping, gouging and clawing for almost twenty seconds before Suguitan landed a surprisingly technical European Uppercut that rocked the blonde back on her heels. “How ya like that, ‘Ronnie?” the brunette asked, her voice dripping with scorn. “The next one’s gonna break your--” Suguitan ‘eeped’ and dove out of the way a half-tic before Veronica slammed her right boot through the spot so recently occupied by her head. This was good news for Alexis and bad news for Portia, who’d heretofore been suffering in silence behind her brawling protégé. The bolt of Chicago Lightning struck Baby square across the side of the face and she windmilled off her perch to land in a heap on the thin blue mats outside the ring.
Crowded up against the ropes, Veronica looked down at the billion dollar wreckage and smirked. “What good’s a human shield that ducks out of the way, BabyAARRRRGGGGHHHH!”
The Filipino Phenom pressed her hands to the sides of Treymane’s noggin and gouged her eyes hard enough to drag the startled blonde toward the center of the ring. Forcing Veronica’s head between her thighs, Suguitan slipped her right arm between her foe’s gams and curled the left under her tummy. Those hands met in a knot just above Treymane’s trunks and then she was flipped head over heels, possibly for a Faceplant or a Piledriver or, “AAAAAAAAHHHHWWW FAAAAAAAAYYYK!”
Veronica cried long and loud when Alexis halved the Cradle and applied her right hand to blonde undercarriage. “QUIT!” Suguitan bellowed over the wailing. “WE BOTH KNOW YOU’RE A LOSER, SO STOP WASTING MY TIME!” She squeezed harder, fully aware that those pinstriped bottoms did nothing to ease the pain wrought by her well-manicured nails.
Treymane couldn’t shake her head ‘no’ and even waggling a finger was a bit problematic in this position, so she was forced to mewl out several ‘NOOOOOO!’s when Castle asked if she’d had enough. Angered by Veronica’s refusal to submit to the crotch crushing attack, Suguitan bore down yet again and growled, “Tell your sister to give up while she still can, Rachel. If I have to reach under these slutty trunks she’s gonna reg--” The Penthouse Panther trailed off when she saw that Raker’s corner was empty. “The f*ck?” she looked around. “Where the hell did you-- PORTIA, LOOK OUT!”
On the outside, VanBuren rose up and looked around just in time to see Rachel DRILL the bottom of that marble clipboard deep into her tummy. Baby gaped and slopped forward, good thing the Fixer was ready, willing and able to hoist her onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Trusting her sister to hold out a little while longer, Raker coiled her left arm around Portia’s left thigh and used her right arm to pull the Trust Fund Terror’s noggin in snug beneath her right arm. “Here’s a metric I’ve been waiting to share with you for a long time, Baby.” Raker broke into a jog, popped onto her toes after perhaps half a dozen good paces and dropped to her tush to THAWHUMP the back of Portia’s skull into barely-padded floor with a devastating Riot Stopper.
RIOT STOPPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIGp8vu8H_U
Noticeably distraught by what she’d just witnessed, Alexis eased up on the Claw grip as she turned her ire on Nick Castle. “What the hell was that? Aren’t you gonna do anything about WHOOAAAHH NNNNGGGHHHH!”
The senior official might well HAVE done something if the Dangerous Dame hadn’t chosen that particular moment to wriggle loose of the painful trap. Now mired in nothing more than a Standing Headscissors, Veronica put her hands against Alexis’s shins and straightened up so fast the resultant Back Body Drop THWHUMPED Alexis down on her butt, rather than her back. Roaring in equal parts pain and frustration, Suguitan rolled to all fours, scrambled to verticality and threw herself at the wobbly-legged blonde. Big mistake. Veronica stuffed her hands against Alexis’s tummy and sent her shooting into the air with a single forceful shove. Stepping in a little closer during the brunette’s assent, Treymane wrapped her arms around Alexis’s hips and THWHAMMED her down on her back courtesy of an emphatic Pop-Up Powerbomb.
POP-UP POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dWVT1Q_ATl8
Hands on her thighs in the wake of the emphatic maneuver, Veronica ignored those FAWNatics urging her to go for the cover and instead bent down and filled her hands with the brunette’s hair. “Get up.” she commanded the copper-skinned crusher. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Damn near turned off by the Powerbomb, Suguitan was in no condition to ignore the order, nor did she offer any complaint when the blonde laced both hands across the back of Alexis’s neck and twisted her head sharply toward her left shoulder. Alexis moaned and swatted at her attacker’s hips and forearms, but it was a lost cause. The Cravate was only a few seconds old when Treymane dipped her knees and pulled up, forcing Alexis to hop and lace her legs around opposing waist. Holding still just long enough to make sure the brunette’s Scissors would hold, Veronica cranked the simple hold a little tighter, then started to spin in a dangerously smooth circle. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Treymane pushed onto her toes and dropped to her butt, the impact sending Alexis’s head whiplashing to the mat with vile force.
Laid out nice and flat by her fall from the Maltese Noose, the Ferocious Filipino ’ooooffffffhhed’ when Veronica crawled into a high n’ tight Schoolgirl pin and sat down with all her weight. Helping herself to Alexis’s hair, Veronica pulled that sweaty mug directly into her tights, thus forcing an up close and personal inspection of her pinstripes while the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded an end to the match but Treymane wasn’t quite through yet. She jerked Alexis’s mewling face back ‘n forth and ground her hips for torrid emphasis while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall, RACHEL RAKER AND VERONICA TREYMANE!”
“Come on, Veronica.” Nick tapped the blonde’s shoulders. “You won clean. There’s no reason to drag it out any further.”
Veronica stopped grinding, but Alexis’s nose retained its previous intimate proximity to her crotch. “I can think of plenty of reasons, Nick.” she huffed. “But they can wait until the next time we go one on one..” The Dangerous Dame released her death-grip and jabbed a finger under the insensate brunette’s nose. “Don’t forget about me, Daisy.”
Suguitan said nothing, so Treymane got to her feet and embraced Rachel, who’d slid into the ring a moment prior. Castle was waiting to raise their hands when the hug ended, the sisters greeted with a hero’s welcome for setting Portia’s empire back on its heels, even if only for a night.
“Good job, Veronica.” Rachel noted afterward. “Alexis is a tough out, putting her down will get some attention from the front office.”
Treymane mopped a forearm across her brow. “I don’t care about the suits. As long as they’re happy,” she indicated the sold out crowd, “and they’re not,” a thumb was jerked toward Alexis, “I’ll do fine. And you’re no slouch yourself, sis. Was that Baby’s skull I head hitting the floor out there?”
Raker smiled in spite of her aches. “I do believe it was. While I don’t usually condone vengeance on a previous employer, I must admit that was quite satis--”
“Enjoy it while you can, Jersey’s!” Blonde and redhead looked to the outside of the ring, where a shaken Portia VanBuren had laid claim to her World Championship and a microphone. “Sure, you can put down the intern in a meaningless tag team match, but neither of you can beat me with gold on the line, not that you’ll ever get the chance to--”
Baby shut up and the crowd got shockingly loud when the speakers at the top of the ramp let loose with Disturbed’s ‘The Game’. Bethany Christian breezed through the curtain a moment thereafter, the executive cutting a powerful figure in a wine red skirt and jacket combo. Silencing her anthem with a quick gesture, Bethany honed in on the champion with an icy smile. “Portia, how many times do I have to tell you, don’t overstep your authority? As one of FAWN’s only three time World Champions, you’ve certainly earned plenty of clout, but that doesn’t mean you can cherry pick your opponents.”
“CHERRY PICK?” VanBuren exploded. “I BEAT ARMSTRONG! I BEAT DARE! I BEAT LONDON! AND I WOULD’VE BEAT BURLINGAME IF IT WASN’T FOR AN INCOMPETANT INTERN!”
The Trust Fund Terror might’ve continued if Christian hadn’t raised a hand. “Be that as it may, the FAWN World Champion has been on the losing end of her last two outings. As far as I’m concerned that means she needs to prove herself before she can start dictating terms again.”
Portia looked like she could’ve chewed nails, but somehow she kept her tone level when she said, “Very well, Bethany. What piece of Jersey trash gets the next trip to the incinerator?”
“How about the woman who might’ve made an excellent Associate, if you hadn’t talked down to her and her sister at every turn? At Spring Break you’ll defend your World Title against Veronica Treymane. Veronica, you’re more than welcome to have Rachel in your corner. Portia, you can have Alexis in yours… assuming she wants to be there.”
Disturbed kicked up again and Bethany took her leave after a small wave to the infuriated champion. Still stunned by Christian’s announcement, Treymane turned to her sister with wide eyes. “So… what do you charge for metric analysis?”
“I believe I’ll take this case pro bono.” Veronica hugged her again, then turned to Portia. “Keep that belt shining bright, Baby. I want it to sparkle when Castle snaps it around my waist.”
“In your dreams, Jersey. Next month I’ll finish what Alexis started.” her gaze shifted to Raker. “And I’ll finish you too, if you think about getting in my way.”
“Don’t worry yourself, Portia. I won’t lay a hand on you until after you’re over the shock of losing the title for a third time.” With the issue tabled for the night, Raker and Treymane vacated the ring and headed up the aisle to a well deserved celebration.
Careful to wait until the duplicitous sisters were out of sight, Portia slid under the bottom rope and strode over to Alexis, who was only now starting to stir. “Suuuuhhhhh… sorry, Portia.” Suguitan moaned when the champ laid a hand on her shoulder. “I couldn’t get to you before Rachel--”
“It’s my fault, Alexis.” VanBuren interrupted gently. “I should’ve been paying more attention. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to stop Treymane from taking advantage of you. But tonight is almost over and what’s done is done. Now we need to start thinking about Spring Break.” Baby helped the catfighter up and started outlining a general plan as she guided them both toward the ropes.
Alexis remained silent. She nodded in all the right places but she didn’t actually hear anything. She was still trying to wrap her head around the idea the Portia Ophelia VanBuren had apologized for… well… anything.
For viewers at home the blonde’s last name signaled an abrupt chromatic change, one that bathed the arena in 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 and her Fixer sister strode into view.
MACHINE GUN BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uf3FOEL3KjE
VERONICA TREYMANE:
RACHEL RAKER:
Dressed in a half length (it ended about mid-thigh) grey trench coat and matching fedora, Veronica Treymane looked out at the crowd and told them, “Baby and Kitty might spit poison, but me and this dame right here? We spit FIRE!” Beside her, Rachel pulled her own coat (it was black as midnight) aside and the siblings raised a pair of replica Thompson sub-machine guns to blister the floor with a blazing line of pyro. Slinging the weapons over their shoulders only when the clips clicked empty, Treymane and Raker bumped fists, then started down the ramp.
With blonde and redhead moving fast and their coat flapping open, the FAWN faithful got a much better view of their ring attire. For this latest row against the champ and her pet kitty, the Pinstripe Powerhouse 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. As for Rachel, she’d chosen a black pinstriped version of her standard crimson one piece, the suit featuring a plunging ‘V’ neckline, wide lapels, an exceptionally high military style collar and three shiny black buttons descending in a straight line from the tip of the ‘V’ to just below her navel. The look was completed with glossy black pads and boots.
More eager than ever to get their hands on the pair of Daisies that’d tried to relegate them to ‘Associate’ status forever, Raker and Treymane circled the ring and opposite directions, then hopped onto the apron and slipped through the ropes in stereo. Handing their irons to Nick Castle one right after the other, blonde and redhead peeled off their coats and dropped them into the arms of a FAWN tech waiting at ringside. Thus prepared for battle, the recently reunited siblings headed to their corner to keep a wary eye on the stage, just in case Rachel’s former employer had something untoward on her devious mind.
With the simpering sibling saps waiting in the ring for Associated greatness, FAWN’s newest and likely greatest tag team, at least as far anyone with taste was sure to realize, stood prepared to makes its inaugural appearance.
Coming off a less than glorious post-match after Alexis had claimed a seminal submission from Treymane, both Portia and Alexis bounced on the balls of their feet in anticipation.
If there was any doubt whose music would be played for the team’s entrance, well that person clearly hadn’t been paying attention for the last dozen years.
The sounds of ‘How You Like Me Now' from Heavy, the drumbeating clarion call of FAWN’s infamous socialite coursed through the arena’s speakers, and the duo took a deep breath and push through.
HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVzvRsl4rEM
Portia and her powerhouse headed to center stage as the crowd rose to its feet in one of the most oft-repeated rituals in FAWN history. The masses jeered Baby with every ounce of capacity their lungs could muster and Alexis was surrounded in the hate by association. Though to be fair to Fortune’s Favorite, the Filipino Phenom had certainly earned her share of disdain with her burgeoning career, the exotic beauty rising perilously close to top of the card.
PORTIA OPHELIA VANBUREN:
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
Still, the decibel level elicited my POV remained unmatched, particularly with the slender socialite in possession of FAWN’s biggest prize.
The head of what remained of VB&A floated like a feather over the hatred, the enormous gold plate on the belt around her waist lifting her rather than weighing her down. Next to her, Alexis pointed at the accessory, letting everyone know the hardware remained where it belongs despite every hopeless effort to remove it.
Beaming, Baby started down the aisle. She slapped her faceplate then unsnapped the leather and lifted the belt overhead; the familiar, eardrum-injuring cascade of catcalls echoing through the confines at the volume of a jet engine.
The sinewy blonde reached the ring, her emerald eyes never leaving the duplicitous Jersey’s that could have made VB&A an unstoppable force. Putting the coulda-beens aside, Baby laid the belt on her left shoulder and shook her head in disgust at Rachel and her bigger baby sis.
Portia offered a familiar toss of her flaxen mane as she made her way up the ring steps.
VanBuren wore her trademark daringly scant black bikini emblazoned with a green, sparkling dollar sign on her infamous and flawless derriere. Baby’s uva-nourished, ivory skin glowed next to the black swatches, her attire completed with green pads and black boots. The footwear contained a green outline of the state of New Jersey, an iconic red circle with a slash superimposed atop the Garden State. The blonde patrician waited on the apron for her partner to join her.
VanBuren slid into the ring only after Suguitan widened the ropes for her, Portia’s protégé joining her boss after assisting her entrance. Alexis stunned in her jawdropping and much-appreciated red velvet bra and panties; sheer red stockings completing the ensemble as her feet remained free of boots. She followed her mentor to the middle, quickly going shoulder to shoulder with Portia. Alexis moved the World Title belt over to her right shoulder and the women turned to head for the Associates’ corner as the Announcer broke in.
“And introducing their opponents, at a combined weight of two hundred and fifty-four pounds; from Manhattan and Easthampton, New York and Monaco City, Monaco; she is the THREE TIME FAWN World Champion from Manhattan, Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV; AND, by her side, from Manila in the Phillippines, she is the Filipino Phenom, Alexis Suguitan. Together, they are VanBuren & Associates!”
Portia turned to face her foes and, behind her, Alexis provides a last-minute shoulder massage to her boss, the copper-skinned powerhouse and ivory-skinned icon staring holes through their soon-to-be competition, apparently trying to judge who might come at them first and thus respond accordingly.
The bell sounded with Alexis and Veronica starting for their respective teams and they went straight for one another, their issues clearly not settled despite finishing the best of three series at Heartbroken. In no mood for talk after the disastrous events of that card, Suguitan picked up the pace as she closed the distance and practically threw herself at Treymane, who welcomed her with open arms and curved claws. The ‘smeck’ of their Collar & Elbow Lock-Up was effectively swallowed by the roars of the FAWNatics, not to mention snarls from both combatants, as they augmented their legal grips with huge handfuls of hair.
Startled by the blonde’s cattiness for the briefest of spans, Alexis bared her teeth, squared her shoulders and yanked on Treymane’s hair hard enough to bare her throat. Veronica grimaced, then responded with a tug that made Suguitan’s eyes water. They were still pulling and stamping when Nick Castle stepped in and swatted them both on the shoulder. “All right you two, knock that tawdry shyt off! I want a clean break and both hands up. This is a wrestling match, remember?” Blonde and brunette eased off and slowly did as the official bade. Not because they gave a damn about a clean fight, but because neither wanted to incur the official’s ire this early on.
Raking a hand through her dark hair, Alexis looked Veronica up n’ down and curled her lip at what she saw. “I thought wrecking your shyt twice would be enough for you to learn your place, but I guess you really are the stupid sister. And considering what Rachel did last month, that’s saying something.”
Treymane raised her hands and settled into a grappler’s crouch but she didn’t attempt to circle, she didn’t want to get caught with Suguitan on one side and Baby on the other. “What idiocy was that, Daisy? Standing up to your gutless coward of a boss? Or giving your cheating, cheap-shotting ass a taste of your own medicine?”
Alexis’s response came through clenched teeth. “Both. And I sure as f*ck didn’t need either of them to beat you, bytch.”
“Please. The one time we fought without them at ringside, you ended up whimpering into my--”
Alexis decked her with a Haymaker of a right that would’ve knocked Treymane flat if she hadn’t turned her head a heartbeat before the blow connected. As it was she still staggered to the right and fought to keep upright while her knees steadied out.
“Watch the closed fist, Alexis!” Nick snapped. “You know better than WHOA!”
The senior official dove out of the way to avoid Veronica, who threw herself into Suguitan with a European Uppercut leading the way. Alexis took the blow flush and stumbled back, one hand pressed to her stinging jaw. “You and me, one on one. Anytime you want. Anywhere you want, Alexis.” the Dangerous Dame offered. “Just name the time and place and I will be happy to beat you to your knees.”
Portia said something from the Associate’s corner but Suguitan paid no mind, her focus was on Veronica and no one else. Putting one foot forward, she pressed a stocking-clad toe to the canvas and ‘swiiiiished’ a line between them. “Now.” she said. “Right now, you coddled piece of prep school tra--”
Veronica lunged for a clench, only to go low and slam a shoulder into Suguitan’s tummy. Plowing forward even as she wrapped her arms around the exotique’s upper thighs, Treymane hauled her up sack of potatoes style and stomped straight to a neutral corner, where she BWUUUNGED her against the buckles. A single stiff Shoulderblock slowed Suguitan long enough for the blonde to drape her arms over the top rope, which in turn left Alexis vulnerable to the Knife-Edge Chop she CRAAAACKED across the other woman’s chest. The catfighter yelped, started to push off and found herself stuffed even deeper into the corner by a vengeful Treymane. Forearm braced roughly across the other woman’s throat, Veronica leaned in to hiss, “You want to see how ‘coddled’ I am, kitty? Let me show you.”
Alexis didn’t really want that at all, unfortunately she couldn’t make her objection known before Treymane lit into her cleavage with a trio of wince-inducing Chops. The ‘WOOOOS!’ were still fading when the Pinstripe Powerhouse helped herself to a double handful of brunette jugg and squeeeeeeezed for all she was worth.
No stranger to a rack attack, Alexis was still surprised and more importantly, angered, by the fact that this twit was getting catty with her. “Oh bytch, you have no idea what you’re starting.” she growled. “I’m gonna strangle you with your own toPPNNNNNGGGHH!”
Veronica shut her up with a Headbutt across the bridge of the nose. “What was that about strangling, Daisy? You having trouble breathing?” Alexis wasn’t, at least not until the blonde wrapped both hands around her throat and started to squeeze.
Portia, who had no use for the officiating staff until they could make her life easier, slapped her turnbuckle and shouted, “Get that Jersey tramp off Alexis’s throat, Castle! Isn’t that what they’re paying you for?”
It was indeed, not that Nick bothered to answer, as he was already admonishing Treymane about the chokehold. She heard everything the ref said, she just chose not to acknowledge it until he reached ‘FOUR’ on the count. “Get off my back.” she huffed. “I’m not gonna kill the tramp, but I am gonna make her pay for what EERRRRGGHHH!”
Short of breath but far from defenseless, Suguitan flicked out a hand and slashed Treymane across the eyes. That was followed up with a Kneelift to the tummy and a double handful of hair, all the better to switch their positions in the corner. “So you wanna catfight with me, cupcake?” Alexis ignored Castle just as pointedly as her rival had done but took her breast punishment a step further by working her hands beneath the blonde’s cups. “I hope you’re ready to scream.”
Pinching Veronica’s nipples between thumb and forefinger, the Ferocious Filipino treated her prey to a ferocious three second twist. It would’ve been longer if not for the presence of the zebra, as it was, she ended it before he could start a count, which meant she had a little more time for her next trick. Grabbing the rope to Treymane’s right, Alexis planted all her weight on her left leg and brought her right foot up into the hollow of her foe’s throat.
Thoroughly unimpressed with Castle’s ability to keep control of the action thus far, Rachel clapped loudly and called, “Get them out of the corner, Castle! You can do better than this!” To his credit, the ref was already at ‘THREE!’ on his count, not that Raker cared while her sister was coughing and sputtering. No, her mood only brightened when Veronica stopped pulling and clawing at Alexis’s ankle and affixed an underhanded claw grip to the exotique’s crotch. Caught off guard by the talon in her trunks, Alexis abandoned the Foot Choke at once and CRAAACKED Veronica across the mouth with a Bytch Slap to break the Claw.
“Keep your hands off my trunks, bytch.” the Junior Partner threatened. “Unless you’re ready to pick them out of your OOOFFFFFFHHHH!” Grabbing the top rope for extra support, Treymane raised her knees to chest level, then pistoned both feet into Suguitan’s chest with a Mule Kick. Alexis didn’t go down, but she did backpedal more than halfway across the ring before catching her balance. She was about to come for Veronica again when Portia reached a hand over the ropes.
“A tag, Alexis. If you would.”
The brunette took a deep breath without taking her eyes from Veronica. “We’re not done yet, Treymane.” She stalked over to corner and smacked Baby’s outstretched hand.
Though she wanted nothing more than a shot at the FAWN World Champion, Veronica knew someone else who wanted it just as much, which was why she headed to her sister’s side of town and made the tag.
Portia slid through the ropes, immediately taking on a frustrated frown.
“I understand,” she shouted after Veronica. “Run home little girl. Go get big sister.” Baby bleated the rest under her breath. “That’s the traitorous Jersey I want.”
The words barely escaped VanBuren’s lips before she rushed the entering Raker and whether Baby had gone off Rachel’s script for her or not, the slender socialite caught her former lead counsel with a raised knee to the chest before the redhead could get fully oriented.
Grabbing Raker by a wrist, Portia pivoted with her former Associate and whipped Rachel to the opposite strands. As the redhead hit the cables and returned, Portia took off like the Q-train through Lower Manhattan. She raised her right boot to introduce it to Raker’s chin but the Fixer ducked under and sped on to her second u-turn. While she did, Portia skidded to a stop and started to turn toward an onrushing Raker. Leaping, she spun into a Leg Lariat that took Rachel across the throat. Raker’s legs flew out in front of her, the back of her head clunking against the canvas.
Baby hovered over the flattened litigator. She stared down at her former Associate.
“Looks like you should have been studying me as much as the Jerseys I was paying you to study.”
VanBuren backpedaled to the ropes behind her and lifted off above the splayed Rachel, rising in a can-opener configuration to drop a right knee into Rachel’s forehead. The trip up went much better than the one down for Portia as when she tried to deliver the balled joint to her foe, Rachel rolled clear and Baby BANGED her knee into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Portia bounced back to vertical, hopping on her left leg. She pulled the right knee close, failing to keep her curses under her breath. With a beaming Veronica clapping on the sidelines, Rachel scurried to her feet.
“I didn’t just carry that clipboard around to use as a weapon to save your flat ass,” Raker informed before surging toward the wincing VanBuren. She dropped Baby like she’d dropped her Associate tag, sing a stiff Clothesline to deck the veteran blonde. To her credit, Portia scrambled to her feet but was met with a repeat performance from Rachel. VanBuren wobbled up this time, taking a wild left-handed swing, Raker ducked under.
The redhead quickly slipped an arm between Portia’s unsteady stems and ‘hupped’ FAWN’s World Champion across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Instantly, the fans perk to a possible Riot Stopper and an abrupt end to tonight’s festivities, but VanBuren flailed her way out of the predicament, landing behind Raker.
Portia reached over Rachel’s shoulders, cupping her laced fingers under her former Associate’s chin and leapt into a tuck, pressing her knees into Rachel’s shoulderblades. VanBuren threw her weight backward and RIPPED Raker off her feet, ‘backstabbing’ the Fixer in a beautiful show of ingenuity that left Rachel arched in pain, her gameplanning well countered.
The champ clambered to a spasming Rachel and flattened her to the canvas with a Crossbody pin, Portia hooking a leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
and Raker kicks free with the second slap, rolling to her side. Baby pushed to her feet, keeping a set of fingers buried in her former counsel’s locks, tugging Rachel’s head from side to side.
“Scribbling in a pad is what you’re good at,” VanBuren assured. “Leave the wrestling to the professionals.”
Portia banged a knee into Rachel’s jaw to keep her pacified while she hauled her to her feet and into a tight face-to-face, chest-to-chest embrace. VanBuren tightened her hug, drawing a breathy grunt from Rachel then launched Raker into the air in front of her. VanBuren genuflected under the airborne redhead and split her wickets with a nasty Inverted Atomic Drop. Rachel hopped off bended knee pigeon-toed, mouth agape, hands reflexively slipping between her thighs.
On the outside, a pleased Alexis nodded her head and slapped the top turnbuckle to get the attention of the lead Associate. Portia waved her off and adds a dismissive “Wait your turn” over her shoulder.
VanBuren caught up with a waddling Raker and shoved her to a chest-first connection with the ropes. Baby lowered the redhead’s noggin and stuffed it and her upper torso between the middle and uppermost cable. Fortune’s Favorite then leapt onto Raker’s back, scissoring her sinewy, lightly tanned stems around the waist of her foe, taking a seat on the middle rope. Simultaneously, she secured a Rear Naked Choke and went to work on the Fixer, throttling the life from the turncoat. Portia ignored Castle’s calls and his count, until it got to a loud emphatic ‘FOUR’ when she dismounted, raising her hands high in the air, innocent as a babe.
ROPE ASSISTED REAR NAKED CHOKE @ 00:40
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-GRsq-sUsuY
Portia gave Raker no more than a couple ragged breaths before she grabbed another handful of hair and dragged her out of the ropes, leading her to center stage, delighted as she eyeballed Treymane.
“You’re not playing with the puppy anymore, sweetheart,” VanBuren informed Veronica. “I’m the perfect purebred, one hundred percent, top bytch in this company.”
As if to prove it, Portia dipped and scooped the rubber-legged redhead off the deck and skillfully positioned her into Tombstone position, the crowd aghast at Baby’s ability to go big and maybe…go home soon after. The socialite held Raker in the fateful position, the crown of Rachel’s head pointed to the canvas. But instead of sitting out, VanBuren ripped Raker’s head and torso upward with a violent swing and sendt her splattering to the deck with an Inverted Facebuster that would make Maddy Crane jealous.
INVERTED FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-PAU2MF4Ws
Rachel SLAMMED down hard, bouncing off her face and chest to a kneeling position, the redhead settling to her haunches. Portia placed a domineering palm on Raker’s noggin.
“You don’t think I know to add some new moves you haven’t seen before, Rach? It’s funny those closest to me underestimate me the most.”
Portia moved her arms under those of the beleaguered barrister and lifted the jelly-legged redhead to her feet. Baby ‘accompanies’ Rachel to the Associate corner, tossing her in the last few feet, Raker hitting home chest-first.
“Turn and hold her,” Portia demanded and Alexis did as she’s told, keeping the turncoat strapped in place, Rachel fighting vainly to free her biceps from Suguitan’s curling arms.
A protesting Veronica pled her case and Castle seemed amenable but his slack on starting a count was accepted willingly by Baby. The World Champ turned her back to Raker and mounted the middle ropes, one leg on either side of the corner and Raker. Peeling the green, sequin dollar-sign down her flawless uva-nourished derriere, VanBuren reminded Raker in spectacular fashion there’s always a Bare Ass Market around the corner, as Baby shoved her bared backside into the face of the ex-con.
Raker flailed in Alexis’ grip, unable to break free as Portia continued to swish figure-8s, scrubbing her taut ass into Rachel’s mug. Veronica’s shouts broke Castle out of a hypnotic fog and he started his count on the blonde one-percenter. At ‘FOUR’, Portia hopped down from her station, letting Rachel’s greasy face emerge. Simultaneously, Alexis released to recover her legal status and shoved Raker forward, the redhead staggering a few steps before falling to her knees, head bowed, no studying of metrics having prepared her for this.
With Portia pulling her scant lower togs back into place next to the corner, Alexis reached over the top rope and tagged Baby’s right shoulder, Castle nodding at the transfer of power to the junior Associate.
A startled Portia gave a momentary scowl but finally nods. Not that it made a difference as Suguitan was already halfway in.
“Don’t mess it up,” Portia related to her protégé. “If we don’t see Treymane in the ring again today, that’s a good thing.”
Alexis didn’t answer, she already had her hands full of Raker’s hair, all the better to drag her to the center of the squared circle. Already wobbly-legged following Portia’s beatdown, it didn’t take more than a pair of Kneelifts to the gut to drop the redhead to her knees directly in front of Suguitan. “You’re gonna pay for decking me with that chair.” Alexis shifted one hand to the back of Rachel’s head, snatched a whole lotta hair and cranked her neck backward at an unpleasant angle. “You’re gonna pay for almost costing Portia the title.” She splayed her other hand into a five-tined talon, applied it directly to the penitent battler’s face and dug in with white-knuckled relish. “And you’re gonna pay,” she trailed off to a near whisper, “for choosing your castoff sister over me.”
“What was that, Alexis?” Portia called from the Associate’s corner.
“I said she’s never gonna stop paying!” The Filipino Phenom doubled down on the Iron Claw, the angle of her fingers indicating a clear desire to crush Raker’s skull like an apple. Alexis’s control of her noggin made it impossible for Rachel to shake her head or mutter a ‘no’ when Castle asked if she wanted to surrender, so she pulled one hand away from Suguitan’s encroaching wrist and waggled a finger ‘no, no, no!’ “She’s giving up!” the brunette barked to the zebra. “Look at her, she’s quitting right OOOFFFFFHH!”
Raker suddenly shifted her focus downward, snatching a hearty grip on Alexis’s waistband to pull her into a left handed body shot that THUMPED against the catfighter’s toned tummy. “YEAH, GET HER RACHEL!” Veronica shouted from her corner as big sis fired more ordinance into Suguitan’s midriff. “SHOW THAT PAMPERED BRAT HOW IT’S DONE!”
Alexis looked up from her claw to regard the Dangerous Dame with narrow, hateful eyes. “Pampered? I swear to God, I’m gonna destroy NNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Rachel made her pay for the inattention with a short, powerful Uppercut that hit *just* above the waist of her foe’s satin briefs. “DAMMIT ALEXIS!” Portia shouted as the redheaded betrayer shrugged off the claw and clambered to boot leather. “DON’T TAKE YOUR EYES OFF HER, SHE FIGHTS LIKE AN EX-CON, REM--”
Alexis raised both hands overhead and brought them ‘SHUMPING’ down like a pair of axes into Rachel’s collarbone. “I KNOW HOW SHE FIGHTS!” Suguitan snapped right back. “I’M THE ONE WHO ACTUALLY TRAINED WITH HER, REME--”
THWHACK! The Fixer put Alexis’s head on a swivel courtesy of a straight left hand to the cheek. Clearing off all a’stumble and wobbly butt, Alexis didn’t even make it clear of arm’s reach before Raker grabbed the nape of her neck and drew her in close. A quick Forearm Smash to the welt left by her punch gave Rachel all the time needed to force the brunette’s head between her thighs. Soon as that was done she wrapped her arms around Alexis’s ribs and muscled her up over one shoulder. A Canadian Backbreaker would’ve been painful enough, but Raker shifted her hands to Suguitan’s biceps one at a time and hoisted her all the higher with a perfect crucifix. Barely resisting the urge to throw a taunt in Baby’s direction, Raker wheeled toward her sister’s corner and charged full speed ahead. Not quite sure what Rache had in mind, Veronica dropped off the apron. Good thing she did, as big sister immediately hit the brakes and hurled Alexis into a BWUUUNGING spine-first collision with the top turnbuckle!
MIDNIGHT EXPRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKKyWElpJu4
The crowd gasped, Portia cringed, Alexis reeled and Rachel held her in place just long enough to ‘clap’ the Pinstripe Powerhouse back into the fray. More than a little eager to repay the woman who’d beaten her in their Best of Three series, Treymane scrambled into a crouch on the top rope and said, “Send her walking, I need some room.” Rachel knew what she had in mind so she spanked a Kneelift across Suguitan’s belly, stepped aside and shoved her off in one smooth motion.
“GET THE LEAD OUT, ALEXIS!” VanBuren ordered from the far side of the ring. “DON’T LET THEM--” the champ threw up her hands in exasperation when Treymane leapt off the top, caught her Junior Partner in a Side Headlock and landed on her tush to THAWHUNK Alexis’s forehead into the canvas with a huge Diving Bulldog!
DIVING BULLDOG @ 00:08
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4Nxvl6X4IA
Suguitan flopped like a fish out of water but didn’t roll to her back, so Veronica hooked her with a Half Nelson and helped her along, This was followed by a snug Crossbody Press and a hooked leg that netted…
ONE…
TWO…
The Ferocious Filipino lifted a shoulder shortly after ‘TWO’, thus justifying Portia’s decision not to enter the ring. “Shake it off, Alexis!” the CEO of VB&A called. “You’re better than the both of them combined, so knock ‘em on their asses and get over--”
“Oh would you just shut up?” Veronica asked without looking away from the task of peeling Alexis off the canvas. A sharp shove sent the crippled catfighter backpedaling into Raker’s corner and allowed the Dangerous Dame an opportunity to focus her attention on the World Champion. Closing on Portia at a slow stalk, the blonde continued, “No one in this arena actually believes you want into this ring, so just keep your mouth shut while we dismantle your hench-bytch.”
Infuriated by this brat’s utter lack of respect, Portia leaned over the ropes and growled, “Why don’t you come over here and say it again, Jersey!”
Treymane kept coming, she was more than halfway across the ring now. “What’s wrong, Baby? Hearing aid not turned all the way up tonight?”
VanBuren didn’t swipe at her, though she very much wanted to. She just needed to keep this idiot distracted while Alexis-- Portia cursed as she realized the trap. “GODDAMMIT CASTLE!” she bellowed at the official. “PAY ATTENTION TO THE ACTION!”
Nick turned to look (Veronica did not) a little too late. If he’d been a heartbeat quicker he would’ve seen Rachel with one hand clamped over Alexis’s mouth and another affixed to the vulnerable topography of her undercarriage. As it was he only noted Suguitan slumped in enemy territory and Rachel holding the tag rope, a perfect picture of innocence.
“You think you’re smart don’t you, Jersey?” the Trust Fund Terror hissed.
“I think you finally f*cked with the wrong family, Daisy.” Veronica whipped around, charged the corner and THWHACKED a vicious Yakuza Kick into Alexis’s chin. If their positions were reversed Alexis would’ve forced her foot down Treymane’s throat, but the blonde had no interest in such theatrics, she only tagged her sister back in and peeled the brunette off the buckles. Rachel took possession of Suguitan’s other wrist and after leading her to the center, they slung the cranky catfighter into the strands with a tandem Irish Whip.
Sturdy enough to maintain a quick pace even after heavy punishment, Alexis’s durability became a liability as she was moving at top speed when she returned to the sisters and was greeted by stereo Toe Kicks. Alexis doubled over, Veronica cleared off and Rachel ran the ropes to her left. Unaware of the trouble barreling down on her, Suguitan sucked in a deep breath and lifted her THUNK! Raker caught her across the temple with a vicious Knee Trembler that spun the brunette directly into Veronica, who slapped on a Front Facelock. The DDT that followed was immediate and emphatic, Alexis’s forehead THWHUMPING against the mat hard enough to make the FAWNatics groan.
TEAMWORK @ 00:27
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vKJQ3u7PH0g
Treymane wasn’t legal so she rolled under the bottom rope and returned to her corner just in time to accept a tag from the redhead.
“OH COME ON, CASTLE!” Portia fumed from the Associates side of town. “THIS DOUBLE TEAMING BULLSHYT ISN’T LEGAL!”
Lined up with her sister for another vicious bit of tandem offense, Rachel looked toward the champ and smirked. “Don’t waste your breath, Baby. You and I both know this is perfectly legal.”
And while Portia wasted a little more in verbal complaints, she conspicuously held her ground outside the ropes as the blonde siblings stared her down. Grabbing a wrist of the Filipino Phenom, Veronica hauled the rubbery exotique to her feet where she buried a knee into the copper-skinned midriff of the Associate. With Suguitan bent over in front of her, Treymane sent Alexis’ own arm between her legs, thumping it into the catfighter’s kitty. Alexis mewled as she lifted to tiptoes and Treymane secured her Pumphandle with an ab stretch of a grip with her opposite arm.
The Dangerous Dame vaulted Suguitan high into the air, face and chest pointed to the rafters before sending her down emphatically across bended knee, Veronica surely placing some of the Associate’s vertebrae in new locations.
JOURNEY INTO FEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-2mVWZigWA
With the Journey into Fear made by Alexis, Veronica shoveled the ragdoll off her pointed knee, Suguitan stumbling drunkenly toward an awaiting Rachel who accepted her gladly with a scooping arm, Alexis ending on the shoulders of the Fixer. Collecting herself, Raker forced the Associate powerhouse off, sending her CRASHING to the canvas with her signature Switchblade Smile.
SWITCHBLADE SMILE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6CLDU8cH0E
Alexis was putty next to the beaming but illegal former Associate. Rachel gave a wink at the fuming Portia, VanBuren with a white knuckle grip on the top rope.
Knowing Veronica very well might be able to scoop up what little was left of Alexis and finish her off within a Maltese Noose, Portia called out to the blonde as the official directed Rachel back to her position outside the ropes.
“You want to show what you’ve got against the big time and not the second string?" Portia shouted hurriedly as Treymane started to pluck Alexis off the canvas for what seems likely a finishing touch. “Throw her over here and you’ll see whether I’m scared to face some delusional gun moll wannabe.”
With the rubbery Alexis standing, with Veronica’s considerable help, a grin widened on Treymane’s face. Apparently as much as she wanted to even up the war against her rival, getting a shot against the ‘all talk, no action’ leader of the Associates and World Champion was too much to pass up.
Veronica shoved Suguitan to her corner and the bronzed beauty retained her stumbling gait long enough to dive into a tag of Portia’s palm. VanBuren hesitated, demanding Veronica move back, which she did gladly.
“Show me why you’re the World Champion, Portia,” Veronica said matter-of-factly.
Baby slipped her way through the cables, perhaps saving the match but now facing down one of FAWN’s most dangerous up-and-comers. Looking a lot less sure of herself than with Raker, Baby nonetheless moved forward and gamely tied up with the big blonde in a Collar & Elbow. After a moment of struggle, Veronica heaved Baby a half dozen feet across the ring. Portia landed on her feet and backpedaled until she ended on her taut little ass cheeks. Treymane gazed at VanBuren, flashing her perfect pearlies. She pulled out a pantomime Tommy Gun and lett Portia have it, Baby flinching more from the movement toward her than the invisible bullets.
Furious at the laughter from the front rows, Baby pushed to her feet and barreled across the canvas, driving a buried shoulder into Treymane. She looked up in shock as the big blonde’s barely moved an inch. Veronica offered a chance to try again and VanBuren turned to take it, ready to race off for a u-turn and another charge but she got barely a step when the cheeky mobster grabbed a handful of flaxen locks and yanked Baby’s mane. Portia’s legs flwq out from under her and her back and skull clunked off the canvas. Veronica turned toward her sister.
“I’m so glad I did thisAHHHHH.”
Treymane didn’t get to finish her sentence, instead immediately getting a chance to reconsider her thought when Fortune’s Favorite managed to ab crunch her way out of her horizontal position on the mat and within range of sending a balled right fist thrusting into the big blonde’s crotch. The Dangerous Dame folded around the impact, face twisting in pain. A grunting Baby struggled to her feet.
“Not much of a teacher, are you?” Portia purred at her former lawyer before spinning toward the ropes, rebounding and NAILING Treymane with a Yakuza Kick that delivers Veronica to the deck in violent fashion
YAKUZA KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_QXJ5rGs1Wg
A frustrated Rachel growled “apparently not” under her breath, pissed her sibling’s overconfidence, against a World Champ no less, had left them on the short end of the stick.
And the slender socialite seemed determined to make it shorter. Grabbing Veronica by her golden mop, Baby pulled her up to her knees. Treymane sent a short right into Portia’s midriff that doubled the champ with a grunt, but Portia responded with a big elbow to the crown of Veronica’s dome. Momentarily stunned, Treymane could manage little to stop the Trust Fund Terror from drawing her up and bullying the bigger blonde to a corner, Portia taking the inside. She climbed to the middle ropes, a wobbly Veronica facing her.
Treymane seemed to reach for a scooping grip under Portia’s thighs, but before she could secure it and perhaps turn into a Powerbomb, Portia leapt from her perch and PLANTED the Pinstripe Powerhouse to the deck with her signature Boob Job.
BOOB JOB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJs-L1k19lU
VanBuren bounced off the flattened Treymane and skidded to a stop on her knees only a few feet from her former lead counsel.
“Do you have another sister out there, Rach? One who isn’t a convict or thinks she’s one from the 30s? Because I’m having fun beating the crap out of both of you.”
Portia popped to her feet and walked to Veronica, who cradled her head with both hands, soles of her feet pounding in pain and frustration on the floorboards of the mat. VanBuren placed a boot on the cleft of Veronica’s bosom and Treymane shoved it off before the official could get down in time for ‘ONE’.
Baby took a glance back at her own corner. Alexis was up, leaning heavily against the ring-post, wiping her raven locks off her forehead and over her neck.
“Feeling better?” VanBuren asked dryly. “I could use some help.”
Alexis nodded her head and Portia dragged the reeling Veronica off the canvas by a wrist. She buggywhipped the big blonde to the Associates’ corner. Treymane’s back took a surprisingly powerful collision with the buckles and Alexis adding a forearm shot to the spine for good measure before Portia delivered an A-cup mini-splash to Veronica that again seemed to take significant starch out of the struggling Treymane.
“Get her up,” Portia barked. And Suguitan didn’t need any clarification. Slipping in without benefit of a tag, the Filipino Phenom lifted her fellow destroyer-class to a seat on the top rope next to the corner. Meanwhile Portia mounted the middle ropes on either side of the buckles and collected Treymane’s head in a Front Facelock. Portia forced Veronica to stand and instantly the FAWNatics howled for Veronica to escape Baby’s signature Soho Uh-oh.
All too often the hopes of the faithful fell on deaf ears and yet sometimes they were answered in the most spectacular of fashions. This was one of those times. Teetering on the edge of a very nasty fall, Treymane clamped onto the top rope in her left hand and wrenched the right free of Portia’s control. In the same motion she curled that hand into a fist and pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED it into the champ’s ribs, a short, ferocious flurry of blows that ended only when she freed herself from that dangerous Facelock. A Headbutt to the bridge of the nose sent VanBuren reeling backward, indeed she might’ve toppled to the floor several feet below if Alexis hadn’t put a bracing hand against the small of her back.
“Thanks Daisy, that’s just what I needed.” The Dangerous Dame grabbed Baby’s hair, pulled her forward and slapped on a Front Facelock of her own. Then she helped herself to a handful of black tights and muscled Portia all the way to three o’clock, a feat all the more impressive when you remembered she was balanced on the middle rope! The crowd gaped, thinking ‘Superplex!’ as one, yet Treymane had something entirely different in mind. Angling her hips toward the ring, she tossed the veteran battler forward and down, VanBuren easily clearing the ring -post to land astride the rubber-coated steel with an eye watering TWAAAAAAANG!
Having hurried out of the way so as to avoid Portia’s falling form, Suguitan ‘smacked!’ her groaning mentor on the shoulder and slipped through the ropes just as Veronica clambered in from her side. “You no-good bytch.” Alexis hissed even as she reached for the blonde’s long locks. “I’ll teach you not to f*ck with us if it’s the last thing I UUNNNNGGGHHH!”
Veronica met her with an equally vicious hair-pull and raised the stakes with a Kneelift across the tummy. Jerking the catfighter upright before she could so much as wheeze, the Pinstripe Powerhouse drew her close and spat, “You’re the one learning a lesson, sister. A lesson about what happens to tramps who make the wrong choicEERRRGGGHHH!”
Suguitan punched her in the belly, shoved her clear and just like that the fight was back on between of the strongest members of FAWN’s new guard. Steadfastly refusing to grant her rival so much as a single step, Veronica and Alexis squared their shoulders and hammered away, punching, slapping, gouging and clawing for almost twenty seconds before Suguitan landed a surprisingly technical European Uppercut that rocked the blonde back on her heels. “How ya like that, ‘Ronnie?” the brunette asked, her voice dripping with scorn. “The next one’s gonna break your--” Suguitan ‘eeped’ and dove out of the way a half-tic before Veronica slammed her right boot through the spot so recently occupied by her head. This was good news for Alexis and bad news for Portia, who’d heretofore been suffering in silence behind her brawling protégé. The bolt of Chicago Lightning struck Baby square across the side of the face and she windmilled off her perch to land in a heap on the thin blue mats outside the ring.
Crowded up against the ropes, Veronica looked down at the billion dollar wreckage and smirked. “What good’s a human shield that ducks out of the way, BabyAARRRRGGGGHHHH!”
The Filipino Phenom pressed her hands to the sides of Treymane’s noggin and gouged her eyes hard enough to drag the startled blonde toward the center of the ring. Forcing Veronica’s head between her thighs, Suguitan slipped her right arm between her foe’s gams and curled the left under her tummy. Those hands met in a knot just above Treymane’s trunks and then she was flipped head over heels, possibly for a Faceplant or a Piledriver or, “AAAAAAAAHHHHWWW FAAAAAAAAYYYK!”
Veronica cried long and loud when Alexis halved the Cradle and applied her right hand to blonde undercarriage. “QUIT!” Suguitan bellowed over the wailing. “WE BOTH KNOW YOU’RE A LOSER, SO STOP WASTING MY TIME!” She squeezed harder, fully aware that those pinstriped bottoms did nothing to ease the pain wrought by her well-manicured nails.
Treymane couldn’t shake her head ‘no’ and even waggling a finger was a bit problematic in this position, so she was forced to mewl out several ‘NOOOOOO!’s when Castle asked if she’d had enough. Angered by Veronica’s refusal to submit to the crotch crushing attack, Suguitan bore down yet again and growled, “Tell your sister to give up while she still can, Rachel. If I have to reach under these slutty trunks she’s gonna reg--” The Penthouse Panther trailed off when she saw that Raker’s corner was empty. “The f*ck?” she looked around. “Where the hell did you-- PORTIA, LOOK OUT!”
On the outside, VanBuren rose up and looked around just in time to see Rachel DRILL the bottom of that marble clipboard deep into her tummy. Baby gaped and slopped forward, good thing the Fixer was ready, willing and able to hoist her onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Trusting her sister to hold out a little while longer, Raker coiled her left arm around Portia’s left thigh and used her right arm to pull the Trust Fund Terror’s noggin in snug beneath her right arm. “Here’s a metric I’ve been waiting to share with you for a long time, Baby.” Raker broke into a jog, popped onto her toes after perhaps half a dozen good paces and dropped to her tush to THAWHUMP the back of Portia’s skull into barely-padded floor with a devastating Riot Stopper.
RIOT STOPPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIGp8vu8H_U
Noticeably distraught by what she’d just witnessed, Alexis eased up on the Claw grip as she turned her ire on Nick Castle. “What the hell was that? Aren’t you gonna do anything about WHOOAAAHH NNNNGGGHHHH!”
The senior official might well HAVE done something if the Dangerous Dame hadn’t chosen that particular moment to wriggle loose of the painful trap. Now mired in nothing more than a Standing Headscissors, Veronica put her hands against Alexis’s shins and straightened up so fast the resultant Back Body Drop THWHUMPED Alexis down on her butt, rather than her back. Roaring in equal parts pain and frustration, Suguitan rolled to all fours, scrambled to verticality and threw herself at the wobbly-legged blonde. Big mistake. Veronica stuffed her hands against Alexis’s tummy and sent her shooting into the air with a single forceful shove. Stepping in a little closer during the brunette’s assent, Treymane wrapped her arms around Alexis’s hips and THWHAMMED her down on her back courtesy of an emphatic Pop-Up Powerbomb.
POP-UP POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dWVT1Q_ATl8
Hands on her thighs in the wake of the emphatic maneuver, Veronica ignored those FAWNatics urging her to go for the cover and instead bent down and filled her hands with the brunette’s hair. “Get up.” she commanded the copper-skinned crusher. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Damn near turned off by the Powerbomb, Suguitan was in no condition to ignore the order, nor did she offer any complaint when the blonde laced both hands across the back of Alexis’s neck and twisted her head sharply toward her left shoulder. Alexis moaned and swatted at her attacker’s hips and forearms, but it was a lost cause. The Cravate was only a few seconds old when Treymane dipped her knees and pulled up, forcing Alexis to hop and lace her legs around opposing waist. Holding still just long enough to make sure the brunette’s Scissors would hold, Veronica cranked the simple hold a little tighter, then started to spin in a dangerously smooth circle. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Treymane pushed onto her toes and dropped to her butt, the impact sending Alexis’s head whiplashing to the mat with vile force.
Laid out nice and flat by her fall from the Maltese Noose, the Ferocious Filipino ’ooooffffffhhed’ when Veronica crawled into a high n’ tight Schoolgirl pin and sat down with all her weight. Helping herself to Alexis’s hair, Veronica pulled that sweaty mug directly into her tights, thus forcing an up close and personal inspection of her pinstripes while the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded an end to the match but Treymane wasn’t quite through yet. She jerked Alexis’s mewling face back ‘n forth and ground her hips for torrid emphasis while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall, RACHEL RAKER AND VERONICA TREYMANE!”
“Come on, Veronica.” Nick tapped the blonde’s shoulders. “You won clean. There’s no reason to drag it out any further.”
Veronica stopped grinding, but Alexis’s nose retained its previous intimate proximity to her crotch. “I can think of plenty of reasons, Nick.” she huffed. “But they can wait until the next time we go one on one..” The Dangerous Dame released her death-grip and jabbed a finger under the insensate brunette’s nose. “Don’t forget about me, Daisy.”
Suguitan said nothing, so Treymane got to her feet and embraced Rachel, who’d slid into the ring a moment prior. Castle was waiting to raise their hands when the hug ended, the sisters greeted with a hero’s welcome for setting Portia’s empire back on its heels, even if only for a night.
“Good job, Veronica.” Rachel noted afterward. “Alexis is a tough out, putting her down will get some attention from the front office.”
Treymane mopped a forearm across her brow. “I don’t care about the suits. As long as they’re happy,” she indicated the sold out crowd, “and they’re not,” a thumb was jerked toward Alexis, “I’ll do fine. And you’re no slouch yourself, sis. Was that Baby’s skull I head hitting the floor out there?”
Raker smiled in spite of her aches. “I do believe it was. While I don’t usually condone vengeance on a previous employer, I must admit that was quite satis--”
“Enjoy it while you can, Jersey’s!” Blonde and redhead looked to the outside of the ring, where a shaken Portia VanBuren had laid claim to her World Championship and a microphone. “Sure, you can put down the intern in a meaningless tag team match, but neither of you can beat me with gold on the line, not that you’ll ever get the chance to--”
Baby shut up and the crowd got shockingly loud when the speakers at the top of the ramp let loose with Disturbed’s ‘The Game’. Bethany Christian breezed through the curtain a moment thereafter, the executive cutting a powerful figure in a wine red skirt and jacket combo. Silencing her anthem with a quick gesture, Bethany honed in on the champion with an icy smile. “Portia, how many times do I have to tell you, don’t overstep your authority? As one of FAWN’s only three time World Champions, you’ve certainly earned plenty of clout, but that doesn’t mean you can cherry pick your opponents.”
“CHERRY PICK?” VanBuren exploded. “I BEAT ARMSTRONG! I BEAT DARE! I BEAT LONDON! AND I WOULD’VE BEAT BURLINGAME IF IT WASN’T FOR AN INCOMPETANT INTERN!”
The Trust Fund Terror might’ve continued if Christian hadn’t raised a hand. “Be that as it may, the FAWN World Champion has been on the losing end of her last two outings. As far as I’m concerned that means she needs to prove herself before she can start dictating terms again.”
Portia looked like she could’ve chewed nails, but somehow she kept her tone level when she said, “Very well, Bethany. What piece of Jersey trash gets the next trip to the incinerator?”
“How about the woman who might’ve made an excellent Associate, if you hadn’t talked down to her and her sister at every turn? At Spring Break you’ll defend your World Title against Veronica Treymane. Veronica, you’re more than welcome to have Rachel in your corner. Portia, you can have Alexis in yours… assuming she wants to be there.”
Disturbed kicked up again and Bethany took her leave after a small wave to the infuriated champion. Still stunned by Christian’s announcement, Treymane turned to her sister with wide eyes. “So… what do you charge for metric analysis?”
“I believe I’ll take this case pro bono.” Veronica hugged her again, then turned to Portia. “Keep that belt shining bright, Baby. I want it to sparkle when Castle snaps it around my waist.”
“In your dreams, Jersey. Next month I’ll finish what Alexis started.” her gaze shifted to Raker. “And I’ll finish you too, if you think about getting in my way.”
“Don’t worry yourself, Portia. I won’t lay a hand on you until after you’re over the shock of losing the title for a third time.” With the issue tabled for the night, Raker and Treymane vacated the ring and headed up the aisle to a well deserved celebration.
Careful to wait until the duplicitous sisters were out of sight, Portia slid under the bottom rope and strode over to Alexis, who was only now starting to stir. “Suuuuhhhhh… sorry, Portia.” Suguitan moaned when the champ laid a hand on her shoulder. “I couldn’t get to you before Rachel--”
“It’s my fault, Alexis.” VanBuren interrupted gently. “I should’ve been paying more attention. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to stop Treymane from taking advantage of you. But tonight is almost over and what’s done is done. Now we need to start thinking about Spring Break.” Baby helped the catfighter up and started outlining a general plan as she guided them both toward the ropes.
Alexis remained silent. She nodded in all the right places but she didn’t actually hear anything. She was still trying to wrap her head around the idea the Portia Ophelia VanBuren had apologized for… well… anything.
