Post by alyadmirer on May 18, 2016 21:58:20 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen it is time for our Main Event!” the Announcer bellowed to the redlining crowd. “The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Rachel Raker, hailing from Bridgeport California she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds, she is the challenger… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
MACHINE GUN BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uf3FOEL3KjE
Fans worldwide saw the color drain from the arena like a plug had been pulled, the bright Technicolor replaced by a scratchy black & white. Simultaneous with the fade came a burst of new school in the form of Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’. It was to this melding of eras that the Dangerous Dame and the Fixer announced their presence. Dressed in a half length (it ended about mid-thigh) grey trench coat and matching fedora, Veronica Treymane strode to the top of the ramp and shouted, “I MAY FAVOR BLACK AND WHITE, BUT TONIGHT IS ALL ABOUT BLACK AND BLUE… AND GOLD! NOW REACH FOR THE SKY, YOUSE MUGS!” With that she pulled her coat aside and raised the replica Thompson’s overhead to send a line of blazing pyro into the overhead rafters. Angling it over one shoulder when the clip hit empty, Veronica bumped knuckles with her older sister, then started down the aisle.
VERONICA TREYMANE:
RACHEL RAKER:
With the challenger wasting no time reaching the ring, the Spring Break crowd didn’t have to wait long for a good glimpse of the Pinstripe Powerhouse’s battle attire. Tonight she wore 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.
Uncharacteristically quiet since the Thompson introduced her, Veronica went straight up the steps, doffed her fedora and flipped it to Rachel before dipping between the ropes. Iron and coat came off next, both handed to head official Nick Castle, who treated them with the proper reverence. More than ready for her first solo outing against FAWN’s most obnoxious measuring stick. Treymane raised an index finger to the crowd, then settled in against the buckles opposite the stage and waited for the World Champion to slink into view.
The Associates’ loss at ‘War’ stung senior and junior partner alike as VanBuren and Suguitan waited behind the curtains for the music of the newly anointed challenger to fade. Soon enough Treymane would fade into history as well, another hurdle fate and Bethany Christian had flung in front of the slender socialite, pushed aside and stuffed into the dustbin of Jerseys she’d dispatched.
Listening backstage, both women were ready to spit fire, but it’s only the ivory-skinned Manhattanite who would be putting her championship and, to some, her legacy on the line. The incredible potential of Veronica Treymane might be realized tonight or Baby could show again how no one could touch her resourcefulness in using all the tools at her disposal.
Speaking of which, the woman who had taken the Associates’ pin in the previous Pay Per View, was in the ear of the champion.
“This bytch isn’t worth the leather in that belt, let alone the gold,” Alexis assured, shining up the faceplate with a rub of her right forearm.
The blonde nodded nervously shifting from one foot to the other.
“This is your stage and she’s only a bit player in your play,” the Filipino Phenom continued.
Portia and her powerhouse moved to the edge of the entrance and, when 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, they took a deep breath and pushed through.
HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVzvRsl4rEM
PORTIA OPHELIA VANBUREN:
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
The crowd rose to its feet as one in one of the most-repeated rituals in FAWN history. The masses jeered Baby with every ounce of capacity their lungs could find. The sound is at a decibel level no one else could elicit, particularly with the slender socialite in possession of FAWN’s biggest prize.
The head of what was left of VB&A floats 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. Portia 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, Alexis beside her.
The sinewy blonde reaches the ring and turned her focus to Raker’s irrational sibling, shaking her head at the Godfather wannabe. She laid the belt on her shoulder and considers responding to the traitorous Rachel’s demand for the ref to check for a certain pair of gold knux.
Instead, Portia offered a familiar toss of her flaxen mane as she made her way up the 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 slid into the ring only after Suguitan widened the ropes for her, Portia’s protégé loudly talking up her boss while assisting her entrance. Alexis stunned in her skin-tight, red mini and pumps, the copper skin of her arms and legs resplendent.
The Announcer broke in as Lyle’s baby girl stretched in her corner.
“And her opponent… accompanied to the ring by her partner in VanBuren & Associates, Alexis Suguitan…from Manhattan and Easthampton, New York and Monaco City, Monaco, standing five feet seven inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds, she is the THREE TIME FAWN World Champion… Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV!”
Portia lowered the big belt to her waist and caressed it in front of the challenger.
“There’s only one boss, Treymane,” Baby shouted. “And no amount of pretending to be a gangster changes that.”
Portia turned and strode to her curvy back-up, handing the belt to Alexis who in turn provided it to the ref. The official showed it off, the crowd growing more excited by the second, particularly when Veronica inspected the grand prize before the zebra presented the World belt to a FAWN flunky for safekeeping.
VanBuren shared a knowing nod with Alexis and turned to face the next generation’s Great White Dope, Portia ready to revel in shutting down the next colossal failure disguised as a hand-picked successor.
The bell CLANGED and Portia came out of her corner at a quick stalk, a marked departure from her usual ‘let the Jersey trash come to me’ approach. Whether this was due to her general disdain for all things Raker, an effort to show her protégé the importance of seizing initiative or some other motive altogether, no one could say, but the challenger wasn’t about to waste a chance to get after the World Champion. The blondes met at center ring and kept right on moving, VanBuren and Treymane doing their best to walk through the other without giving an inch of ground. Eventually it evolved into a forehead-grinding staredown, with Portia perhaps the tiniest bit more aggressive, if only to compensate for Treymane’s slight height and weight advantage.
“So you think you’re a challenger, do you Jersey?” the champ hissed after a few seconds of tense silence. “You think you’re a THREAT to me and my organization? I’ve got news for you, little sister, you’re nothing more than a cautionary tale. Over the course of the next hour I am going to drag you across every inch of this ring and I’ll be watching Rachel’s face the whole time. And then, long after you’ve stopped begging to leave the ring, I’ll do what Alexis couldn’t… I’ll break--”
Veronica drew back just far enough to WHUNK VanBuren across the bridge of the nose with a Headbutt. The Trust Fund Terror staggered back, one hand pressed to her face while the other held her foe at bay. “You sure you’re Alexis’s boss, daisy?” Treymane asked. “She would’ve at least swung on me by now. You seem perfectly happy to talk my--”
Portia whipped around in a lethal little circle and flew at the other blonde with her right arm extended for a stiff Discus Lariat. Veronica didn’t have enough time to move out of the way so she took a step back, braced on her left foot and brought her right leg up ’n across at a sharp angle. Her knee THWHUMPED against Baby’s chest hard enough to set the champ on her heels with both arms crossed to her aching sternum. While VanBuren might’ve had her heart set on a methodical dissection, Treymane’s plans were much more direct, as evidenced by the single quick Jab she banged off the other blonde’s chin. Portia’s head snapped back and her hands came up to inspect the damage, thus allowing the Pinstripe Powerhouse to claim the left in a Wristlock.
A quick spin put pressure on Baby’s elbow and shoulder and set Veronica on her six for a Hammerlock. From there she halved her grip and dipped under Portia’s right arm to slip around in front of the now one-handed champion. No talking from the challenger now, (she’d read the dossier Rachel put together on POV more than a dozen times) instead she coiled her free arm around Portia’s head and drew her into a Front Facelock. VanBuren managed to land a few punches to Treymane’s ribs even with an arm pinioned between her shoulders, it just wasn’t enough to stop Rachel’s little sister from powering her up, over and down with a THWHAMMING Vertical Suplex.
HAMMERLOCK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kGH9Wj-wy0
Baby sat up at once, her tweaked arm moving from back to front so she could cradle it against her chest. That was the plan at least. In reality that tingling wing didn’t make it more than halfway around before Veronica snatched it in both hands and wrenched it out full length. “Let go, Jersey! I’m not going to let a ham-fisted bumbler like you NNNGGGGGHHH!”
Veronica drilled a quick Knee into the socialite’s forehead, then put a hand on Portia’s chest and forced her down flat. Quick to plant her right foot on Portia’s upturned wrist, Treymane rose to her full height and promptly left her feet in a gorgeous vertical leap. “PULL IN YOUR ARM, POR--” Alexis’s shouted warning came to a premature end when Treymane came THWHAPPING down tummy-first atop VanBuren’s vulnerable arm. Portia snarled, rolled onto her right side and drew the arm close again only to curse loudly when the challenger grabbed a double handful of hair and hauled her to a seat.
ARM-TRAPPED STANDING SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_85_5lwWig
“OW!” Portia bellowed it far louder than necessary. “Dammit Castle, keep this Boardwalk C.H.U.D. outta my hairHEY! NO, DAMMIT! F*CK!”
Veronica, who’d clamped down on VanBuren’s left wrist again, rolled her eyes. “Make up your mind, Daisy. I’ll either snatch you bald or break your arm, which is it gonna be?”
Portia snorted a laugh in spite of her anger. “Oh Jersey, you have no idea what I’m gonna do to eeeerrrrrggggghhhh!”
Treymane slung the captured arm across her lower back, then hooked her right foot against the inside of Portia’s right thigh and pushed out, cranking the limb at an awkward angle. With her right arm looped around the neutralized limb, Treymane gripped her own left wrist, while that hand sank into VanBuren’s ribs. “You don’t really need two arms, do you, Daisy?” Veronica asked several seconds into the hold. “After all, you’ve never done a day of real work in your life.”
GROUNDED ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZA56rVi5WY
“That’s rich coming from the girl dressed like a TMC villain.” Portia grimaced. “And remind me, isn’t your sister a convicted fel--” the champ clenched her teeth when Treymane simultaneously pressed down and tugged back on her blonde’s arm.
“You’ll wanna be real careful about the next words that come out of your mouth, daisy.” Veronica’s teeth were clenched almost as tightly as her opponent’s. “Aside from being a lie, it’s the sort of thing that could get your shoulder seperatAAAARRRGHHH!”
Already bracing herself for Castle’s grating squawk of protest, Portia reached over her left shoulder and RAKED the challenger’s eyes. “HEY!” Nick barked right on cue. “Watch the eyes, Portia!”
“I wasn’t anywhere near her eyes!” Baby protested as she slithered free of the Armbar. “I was merely trying to massage my shoulder and this idiot stuck her fat face in my way!” Castle didn’t buy it for a second, not that VanBuren gave him much time to argue the point before she twined her fingers in the challenger’s hair. Hurrying to her feet while Treymane was still on her knees, Baby jerked the tyro’s head back n’ forth a few times before THUNKING a Kneelift between her eyes. “Oh yeah, that felt good.” Portia hit a second Kneelift, then looked to Alexis. “I see why you enjoyed beating her ass.”
Alexis grinned and pounded a hand against the mat. “Keep it up, boss lady. Make her pay!”
VanBuren nodded agreement, not that she needed the encouragement after what this bytch had done to her organization. Hauling the other blonde to a doubled-over semblance of verticality, Portia waggled her hips a bit, then unloaded a series of Kneelifts to Veronica’s belly. Left-right-left-right. thum-thum-thum-THUMP! Baby’s pert little glutes rolled beneath those sequined briefs until a particularly nasty blow dropped the Dangerous Dame to all fours. “Oh, I don’t think so.” VanBuren smirked. “You don’t get to fall down until I say so.” She JERKED Treymane to her feet, prized one hand loose and CRAAACKED her across the face. “Are you starting to understand me, Jersey? It would’ve been so much better for you to stand in my shadow, but now you’re gonna whimper beneath my NNNNNNGHHHH!”
Veronica grabbed the champ in a Three Quarters Facelock, dropped to one knee and drove VanBuren’s noggin against the sturdy joint. Portia reared back, staggered, came to a stop because the Pinstripe Powerhouse caught her left wrist. She jerked POV forward and the fans thought she was looking for a Short-Arm Clothesline but that wasn’t the case at all. Instead she twisted around behind Portia’s back and cinched on the Hammerlock one more time. Then she crooked her free arm around Baby’s neck in an Inverted Facelock and dropped to her tush to THWHUNK the base of Portia’s skull with an Inverted DDT that just so happened to land all the champ’s weight on that trapped arm.
HAMMERLOCK INVERTED DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PzbLsMIILlI
The Sinister Socialite groaned loudly but didn’t pull her wounded arm to safety, so Veronica pounced across her midsection and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
and FAWN’s most storied vessel for fan disdain threw a shoulder off the canvas to the great displeasure of the unwashed masses. Treymane did her best to hide the frustration of being a second away from claiming the organization’s top prize and signaling a changing of the guard in more ways than one, but she’s quickly back to work, tugging Portia up as she rose.
She set the wobbly Manhattanite in an unsteady stance and backpedaled to the ropes, looking for a little added momentum. Rachel cut off a move by Alexis to interrupt the action, a staredown from the Associates’ former lead counsel enough to prevent Suguitan for reaching for an ankle to trip up the challenger. Instead, Veronica surged forward and delivered a little Chicago Lightning in the Orlando sky. The Pinstripe Powerhouse spun into a leaping stomp to VanBuren’s forehead that sent her foe spinning in a pirouette, though somehow Baby remained upright through the violent 360-degree turn.
CHICAGO LIGHTNING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XeI2eEI-9TY&nohtml5=False
Treymane nodded her head in respect for the World Champion. However, that respect didn’t extend to giving Portia a chance to recover. Grabbing a wrist, the bigger blonde raised VanBuren’s arm, spun beneath it to get side by side with the dazed socialite, then RIPPED Portia off her moorings with a Russian Leg Sweep/Clothesline that decleated Baby and sent her CRASHING to the deck.
LEG SWEEP & CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=offb723nWzI
Kneeling beside the gobsmacked blonde, Veronica hooked a leg and got...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Again VanBuren was able to keep her reign in place, Alexis drawing a hand through her long raven locks, momentarily breathing easier now that her mentor’s control extends for at least another three seconds. She slapped the canvas with both hands, trying to wake Portia from her stupor, but the domination of Treymane throughout was clearly taking its toll.
The Neo-noir Knockout ripped Baby up to a seat with a handful of flaxen locks and slapped on a Chinlock from behind, sticking her right knee deep into VanBuren’s spine. The stunned Portia wakened to the pain from her backbone, wincing and hissing.
The official gave Treymane the courtesy of asking Fortune’s Favorite if she wanted to hand over her World Title to which VanBuren responded emphatically in the negative with a swipe at the man’s nose.
“You’re determined to make this a long good-bye, aren’t you?” Veronica whispered in Baby’s ear. “Suits me. Then you can file Chapter 11 for VB&A because it’s done.” A growling VanBuren threw an elbow but found nothing but air.
Veronica grabbed the arm and quickly secured the other. She started to maneuver Baby to her chest to test Portia’s resolve in the Noirevoir.
Seemingly responding to Alexis’ warning shouts, the champ did her best to rotate, wriggle and swivel to keep her ‘$’ firmly planted on the canvas. Frustrating Veronica from acquiring her submission, Treymane changed course, instead using her Double Chickenwing to pull Portia to her feet from behind and then used them to toss the three-time champion like a rag doll over her head with a Suplex. The throw had the crowd buzzing as Portia landed heavily several feet away and rolled to a flaccid jumble.
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BBLddyW2XhY
Baby reached out a tremulous arm and snatched the bottom rope. She tugged the rubber-coated steel to drag her way into a corner and under the ropes for a sidebar with her lone remaining Associate. Unfortunately for Lyle’s Little Girl, she found her former lawyer waiting. Rachel delivered an injunction in the form of a forearm shiver, VanBuren’s head snapping away from the connection, her body following the noggin back under the ropes and into what had been Veronica’s playground, the match turning into a veritable crowning ceremony.
Treymane nodded to her sister with a grin and a wink. She gathered a handful of locks when a dumbstruck Portia made it to all fours. Exploding into action, VanBuren swung a forearm of her own, this one heading between Veronica’s thighs, but the Knockout parried the effort with a kick of the limb and hauled the reeling Portia the rest of the way up.
“Metrics,” Veronica verbally tweaked the flagging champion.
A sagging VanBuren’s hands shot up and laced behind the challenger’s braincase. Baby nestled the crown of her head tight to Treymane’s chin and dropped to her knees, pulling Veronica along for the ride and busting away from the Pinstripe Powerhouse with a Jawbreaker.
As Veronica turned and stumbled into her corner, catching herself with the help of the ropes, Portia remained on her haunches, trying to regain her bearings. The veteran looks gassed, her hair a messy tangle, her face covered in a sheen of sweat. The blonde drew in great tugs of oxygen as she pushed up and turned to face a Clothesline from the charging challenger.
Portia skillfully ducked the effort and, when Veronica immediately skidded to a stop just behind, VanBuren was at the ready, hooking her elbows with those of the Knockout. She dropped to her knees and leaned forward, folding Veronica atop and her and sliding Treymane’s shoulders to the mat for ONE…and that’s all, as Treymane tumbled out of the surprise pinning combination.
Veronica scrambles to her feet and raced at the still rising VanBuren. But the crafty veteran took advantage of her position and tangled her legs with those of her foe when she slipped to the side, delivering Veronica to the deck with a Drop Toe Hold. Treymane checked the bridge of her nose with both hands after landing facefirst and the momentary loss of concentration allowed the slender socialite to rise and collect Veronica’s ankles.
Portia spun her one-time, would-be recruit to her back and lifted a poised boot over Veronica’s sweet spot, Portia spreading the powerful legs of the challenger to make the target even more inviting. Treymane couldn’t help but reflexively lift her palms and ‘window wash’ a plea, though she had to know the request would fall on deaf ears.
And so it did.
VanBuren SLAMMED her boot into Veronica’s crotch. Treymane writhed in agony from the vicious Low Blow and Baby, instead of trying to control her thrashing, disdainfully threw Veronica’s legs aside. She turned to Raker, walking to her former employee while Rachel’s sister retched on the canvas a few feet away.
“Did you tell her these matches; they aren’t won on points? All I need is a second to take advantage of her stupidity and all those physical gifts get swept aside.”
Before VanBuren allowed an answer, she turned and raced to Veronica, leaping into the air and sending a knee THUMPING into Treymane’s temple. The Neo-Noir Knockout spasmed with a violent flop and Baby dropped to Veronica’s side, quickly lying across her in a crossbody pin while hooking the far leg for...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The throbbing from POV’s crotch-shot delayed Treymane’s kickout but the crowd seemed hardly surprised when it came and came strongly, forcing VanBuren to her knees. The patrician didn’t hesitate, however, tugging Veronica to a kneel with a Front Facelock before falling backward and DRIVING the challenger’s face and forehead into the canvas with a low-rise DDT.
Portia shoved the flaccid form of a vulnerable Treymane to her back and it’s Rachel’s turn to clench her backside in fear as the official slapped the canvas for...
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOO!
Again Treymane saved herself, though this time it is significantly less forceful, the challenger barely flinching enough to ease a shoulder a few inches off the canvas.
Portia only glanced at Castle for a moment, she saved the full force of her disdain for Rachel. “Really Rache, sending this cub in to get mauled in your place? I thought West was manipulative, but you put her in the shade.” Raker only stewed, which was fine with Baby, she didn’t much care to hear what the soulless ginger might have to say in her defense. Poised within easy reaching distance of the floored challenger, VanBuren ran her hands through Treymane’s hair and treated her vulnerable noggin to a few hard shakes before hauling her to boot leather. “I know, I know dear, your nethers are feeling all fluttery with terror. I’d tell you not to worry, but it’d be terrible advice. That feeling is the only defense mechanisms idiots like you have when in the presence of unparalleled greatGUUURRHHHK!”
The Dangerous Dame wrapped a hand around Portia’s throat and squeezed hard enough to compress the taunt down to a surprised little whine. All this happened in full view of the ref, who wasted no time in warning Treymane off the illegal tactic. VanBuren had no doubt that Castle would enforce the count, he was disgustingly dutiful after all, but she had no intention of enduring this indignity until he reached ‘FOUR!’ on a laboriously slow count. Therefore she crooked both hands into claws and raaaaaaaaaaaked them across Veronica’s eyes.
Two wrongs didn’t make a right, as evidenced by the warning Nick threw her way. Portia was beyond such trivialities however and she paid him no mind as she brushed the weakened stranglehold off her windpipe. Though partially blinded, Veronica was still dangerously close, so the champ ducked and wrapped her arms around the challenger’s upper thighs. Hands clasped just below the swell of blonde buttocks, the Trust Fund Terror rose up on tiptoes and promptly dropped to one knee, all the better to THWHUMP Treymane’s already sore undercarriage against the waiting plank of her thigh.
Veronica groaned and crumpled forward without losing her footing, a show of strength that would’ve annoyed POV to no end if she hadn’t thought to secure the younger woman’s pate in a Side Headlock. “You ARE strong, I can’t deny that.” Portia admitted as she marched / dragged her rival to the nearest set of strands. “You would’ve made an excellent addition to the Associates, but you’re just too damned willful. That sort of stubbornness just doesn’t sit will with me. Whenever I see it… I have to break it.”
And so she did her level best, VanBuren forcing Veronica’s protesting face against the top rope a heartbeat or so before she set off on a leisurely stroll around ringside. “Yes, that’s right, wail and blubber all you like, it will do you no good!” Baby chided as Treymane suffered the kiss of that rubber-coated steel. “I’m afraid the only mercy you’ll find is the kind that comes after taking a ride on my 9-11!” Closing fast on the corner, VanBuren switched her grip to a double handful of blonde hair and practically ran Treymane into a BWUUUUNING collision with the roughly-padded steel ring. The Pinstripe Powerhouse’s legs gave a nasty shimmy but she still didn’t fall down, much to Portia’s chagrin. Determined to leave this would-be usurper whimpering at her feet, the CEO slipped an arm between Veronica’s legs and another over one shoulder. The FAWNatics groaned in anticipation of a Tree of Woe, yet VanBuren’s actual plan proved that much more unpleasant. Hoisting the heavier battler to chest-level with a hardworking groan, Portia laid her opponent across the top rope on either side of the corner so that her tummy was left exposed.
“Just sit tight… Daisy.” Portia traced her fingers across Treymane’s midsection, then patted her backside in supremely condescending fashion. “You’ll be back in the locker room and sobbing into a tub of Rocky Road… after you’ve puked your guts out of course.”
She wheeled around, took a few strutting steps, then broke into a limber run that took her to the opposite corner, where she hopped onto the second buckle just long enough to throw double birds at the whole of the FAWN arena. A short leap n’ twist brought her back to the mat for a trip down her own back-trail at a dangerously high rate of speed. Trapped on her awkward perch, Treymane could tell something terrible was headed her way but she couldn’t muster the strength to roll clear before “OOOOFFFFFFFFFFHHHHHH!”
Portia hopped up and THUMPED the point of her right knee into the challenger’s navel. Veronica popped out of the corner and landed in a rasping pile sandwiched between the challenger and the ropes. Even in these dire circumstances the big blonde retained enough presence of mind to grab hold of the bottom rope. “Break…” she groaned. “Get her back, I’m in the EERRRGGGGGHHH!”
Baby sank her talons into the ingénue’s face and pulled her away from sanctuary caveman-style. “Call the damned infractions, Castle!” a frustrated Rachel demanded from outside. “I know you saw that!”
Portia looked in the Fixer’s direction, a haughty smirk plastered on her patrician features. “Keep your mouth shut, Raker. The little brat is finally getting what she wanted. It’s not your fault she’s totally overwhelmed!”
Shifting her attention back to the defanged dame, Portia dragged Treymane to her feet, jabbed a Kneelift into her belly, then grabbed hold of a wrist in either hand. These she pulled tight against Veronica’s neck, then twisted around so she and her prey were standing back to back. After a moment to waggle her $ sheathed cheeks, Portia pushed onto her toes and dropped to her knees to THAWHAM Veronica down on the back of her head and shoulders with a Straightjacket Neckbreaker. Treymane’s long legs kicked up and flopped back, perfect targets for Portia, who snagged them under her armpits. Folding the Jersey in half with a gorgeous Matchbook, VanBuren stretched herself out full length with one cheek resting on her foe’s rump through a count of…
STRAIGHTJACKET NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-JQGVD6oC18
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Treymane powered loose, flopping over onto her side with half a second to spare. VanBuren sat back on her haunches, a look of disgust stamped on her face. “Really, Castle? You want to drag out this humiliation a little longer? Fine. But when Bethany comes to me whining about her new broken toy, I’m sending her to you.” With that she cupped Treymane’s ears and scraped her off the canvas. Slapping on a Side Headlock, she walked a circuit around the squared circle, one that ended with her facing a beaming Alexis.
“Finish her off, Baby!” Suguitan crowed. “Show that piece of Jersey trash why you’re the champ!”
Portia nodded. “Take notes, Lex. This is how you stamp a tramp.”
She squeezed the Headlock a little tighter, charged the ropes and sprang into the air, Baby’s knees rising to chest level so she could brace her feet against the top rope. Only that’s not what happened. What happened was this: Treymane put one hand against Portia’s butt, the other against her ribs and pushed up, hoisting the champ a little higher than intended. Denied the ropes as a springboard, a wide-eyed VanBuren went sailing out into the void and plummeted straight down on an equally startled Alexis. The crowd leapt up and roared, joyous in their celebration of this unexpected market crash.
Veronica celebrated too, though it was a much more low key affair, considering she was slumped in the ropes and sucking wind. After several deep breaths she flipped hair out of her eyes and slipped through the ropes, ready to resume the work of breaking down Baby’s loathsome machine.
With the Associates in a tangled jumble at her feet when Treymane dropped to the floor, Portia pushing at Alexis, trying to free herself from her penthouse powerhouse, Veronica helps out. The big blonde sank a set of nails into Portia’s scalp and tugged her loose. A yelping VanBuren squealed “HAIR”, but Castle was just starting a different count for the legal members of the match being outside the ropes.
As Baby reached with both hands for the wrist above Treymane’s controlling hand, Veronica delivered an echoing paintbrush of a Bytch Slap to Baby’s cheek with the other. As the crowd ‘woohs’ reflexively, Portia was sent into a pirouette from the force of the blow and stumbled into a rising Suguitan. With both Associates within easy reach, Veronica gathered up a handful each of flaxen and ebony locks and drew back the noggins of both women.
With Portia and Alexis both wide-eyed, shaking their heads in the negative, Treymane CLUNKED forehead to forehead, VB&A suffering through a brutal meeting of the minds. The skulls of both ladies snapped away from the impact, but each showed the wherewithal to remain vertical, if staggered.
The crowd roaring, the Pinstripe Powerhouse cleaning house in the Associates’ crowded neighborhood, Veronica collected each again, preparing for an encore performance of the coconut crunching. She reared back each head again, but this time both Portia and Alexis lifted a leg and braced against each other to block the banging.
Having thwarted Treymane, each turned to Veronica and delivered a Toe Kick to the tanned tummy of the blonde, doubling her over with a loud grunt. Mentor and protégé turned to each other and share a high-five before returning their attention to Treymane. But as they reached for one sister, the other, Rachel, came flying in from above. Coming off her perch on the nearby corner, Raker earned a gasp from the FAWNatics as she soared then plummeted, taking out both Associates in a Crossbody that brought the capacity crowd to their feet.
With all three women grounded, the Fixer on top, Raker took turns throwing right forearm shivers into the jaws of both former teammates, VanBuren and Suguitan on the receiving end one after the other; one, two and three times.
Meanwhile, Veronica rolled into the ring to stop Castle’s count, only to roll back out despite clearly being able to pick up the count out victory. Instead, she helped Alexis to her feet while Rachel did the same for VanBuren. They aimed the Associates down the length of ring and flung each with an Irish Whip, only for the Associates to reverse the toss. Instead, it’s Veronica and Rachel racing to the steel barriers and they turned into simultaneous back-first collisions with the unforgiving metal.
Blonde and redhead arched in agony, both women dropping to their knees as the crowd deflated. Portia and Alexis gathered their reserves and strode to their foes. They tugged Treymane up and, each wrapping a set of arms around a thigh, vaulted Veronica into the air, making sure to drop her throat across the top of the barricade. The head of the Capone wannabe whiplashed from the connection and Treymane ended on her back, staring blankly into the rafters.
It’s Portia’s turn to slip in and out of the ring to garner another twenty-spot as the Associates’ former counsel would be made to pay for going all Super Girl moments earlier. Alexis and Portia dragged Raker up and shoved her back-first into the side of the ring, the redhead’s spine again taking a battering. Rachel stumbled away from the impact wincing and unaware as she walked into a double Toe Kick. The Associates each collected Rach in a Front Facelock and lifted the Fixer high. The women kept Rachel vertical stalling on the double Suplex before finally letting her tumble over.
AND OH WHAT AN IMPACT! Raker wasn’t sent to the thinly padded cement. Instead her lower vertebrae CRASHED down across the metal barricade and the disturbing end looked like it might have ended Raker’s night if not more, the FAWNatics groaning in sympathy as a boneless Rachel slid down the inside of the obstacle after being dissected by its top bar.
As Rachel mewled in pain, weakly reaching for her lower spine, both Associates rose to their feet joyous, each wiping her hands, confident Rachel had been dealt with for the evening. This hardly helped when a vertical Veronica raced at the turning team with both Clotheslining arms drawn. Treymane NAILED Alexis, dropping the exotique like a bad habit with her right. But Portia managed to duck under the left and wheeled into a snappy Spin Kick to a turning Treymane’s jaw.
Veronica flopped into the side of the apron and Baby quickly bundled the dazed Treymane under the ropes. VanBuren followed her foe in and dragged the beleaguered blonde to her feet, Castle happy to finally have his legal women back in the ring. The crowd was less than happy, however, when VanBuren collected a Hammerlock on the doubled Veronica. With the arm captured, she tugged Treymane into a Front Facelock and forced the bigger blonde up into her lap, Treymane’s legs reflexively wrapping around the slender socialite.
In the flash of an eye, Portia showed the would-be gamechanger the real Color of Money. Throwing her weight in reverse and laying out, Baby DROVE Veronica’s skull into the canvas like a lawn-dart, spiking Treymane with the Cradle Hammerlock DDT that surely meant the match.
THE COLOR OF MONEY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jeENkUBLt1I
Treymane was turned to jelly instantly, flopping in a somersault to her back and spreading into a semiconscious starfish. A grinning Portia reveled in the boos and catcalls and eased into a Crossbody pin, hooking the far leg for the anticlimactic...
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Somehow the Pinstripe Powerhouse, maybe out of an involuntary spasm, kicked free of the pinning combination. A slackjawed Portia stared at Castle who could only shrug, he also in disbelief as he held up two fingers.
Baby ran both sets of fingers through her shoulder-length golden locks, emerald eyes wide in shock. A soft groan from Veronica broke the hypnotized stare and VanBuren worked the body of the battered blonde into a seated position. VanBuren dropped to her side behind her foe, preparing to finish off Treymane. If she couldn’t knock her into next week, Portia could Stretch a Buck all the way to a HUGE win with her leg spread submission finisher.
STRETCHING A BUCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcgDGJvz9GM&index=23&list=PL6D543E88E233B021
Laid out on her left side, VanBuren threaded both legs around the challenger’s right thigh and crossed her ankles to secure one half of the deadly hold. In the same instant she snagged Treymane’s left ankle in both hands and PULLED the long limb toward her at a vicious angle. That in conjunction with a hard pulse through the Scissors had the Dangerous Dame moaning in anguish, her hands fretfully divided between tending to her defenseless hamstrings and tugging at her own hair to make sure she didn’t tap out on instinct. Sensing that big gold belt snugged around her waist again, Baby poured more power into the Wishbone, sweat pouring off her lissome frame as she attempted to rip Veronica straight up the middle. “Give it up, Jersey!” the champion barked to her mewling prey. “You couldn’t beat Alexis, you sure as hell can’t beat me!” She emphasized the point by CRAAAAAAAANNNNKING up on the big blonde’s captured ankle.
Veronica shook her head ‘no’ at once, but Castle conducted his own check, he wasn’t about to let one of his charges injure herself through sheer stubbornness. “What do you say, Veronica?” he asked quietly. “Need me to call for the bell?”
“No!” she rasped. “Daisy’s not gonna beat me like this!”
“Then you’ll have to figure a way out of this.” the ref countered. “Because I’ll call the match if it looks like you can’t defend yourself.”
“Of COURSE she can’t defend herself!” VanBuren broke in. “If she was anything but helpless, could I do this?” The champion pulled her right hand away from Veronica’s ankle, shaped it into a claw and stuffed it down the waistband of opposing trunks.
“AAAHHHHH GAAAAHHHHHDDDD!” Treymane yowled. “STAAAAAHHHP BYTCH!”
Portia only squeezed harder, letting those well manicured talons work their magic. “GIVE UP, JERSEY! BEG FOR MERCY! I SAID BENNNNGGGGGGHHHH!” Twisting her hips in the direction of Baby’s hateful voice, Veronica snatched a huge handful of hair, yanked the veteran’s head up at a sharp angle and THWHUNKED it against the canvas like a basketball. Portia groaned and the Buck got a little looser, at least until she shook it “NNGH! NNGH! NNGH! NNNNGGGGHHHHH!”
Veronica sensed the Trust Fund Terror trying to re-set, so she repeated the skull-jostling maneuver over and over and over again, only stopping when Nick reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. By then the Stretch was a distant memory, Portia’s Scissors a mere shadow, the Ankle control entirely gone and the once destructive claw laid limp across the challenger’s right thigh. Sighing with relief even as she cringed with pain, Treymane slid clear of her attacker and crawled into the ropes to ensure herself a little quiet time. She needn’t have worried on that front as Portia made no move to follow, she was too busy cradling her head in her arms, a valiant but futile effort to ease the Dame-induced migraine.
Positioned between them, Castle gave champ and challenger several seconds to regain their footing with no outside motivation. When neither did, he cleared his throat and began to count. “ONE… TWO… THREE…. FOUR… FIVE…” Veronica reached up, grabbed hold of the top rope and used it to haul herself to boot-leather, a state heavily assisted by the rubber-coated steel. “SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE…” Portia rolled to her hands and knees, pushed off and clambered to her full height with perhaps a second to spare.
Paying no attention to the smattering of grudging applause, Lyle’s little girl pointed an imperious finger at the Pinstripe Powerhouse and demanded. “You. To me, now. It’s time I finished this.”
Veronica flipped hair off her eyes. “Without your golden knux? I doubt it, Daisy.”
VanBuren extended a hand and raised her middle finger. “Doubt that. Get over here. Don’t make me tell you again.”
Treymane did as commanded, if only because she really wanted Baby to know the taste of her elbow-pad in the next two minutes. Stomping toward one another like the last survivors of two once great armies, VanBuren and Treymane reared back for a spiteful Collar & Elbow… only for Portia to spike a Toe Kick into Veronica’s navel. The big blonde doubled over or at least started to, the Sinister Socialite shivered her chin with a European Uppercut before she could get too far. Going low even as the challenger reeled back on her heels, POV looped her arms around Treymane’s upper thighs and “EERRRGGGGGGGHHH!”
The Dangerous Dame’s left arm went up and then came straight down, the point of her elbow THUMPING into the crown of Portia’s skull. Still woozy from the last bludgeoning, VanBuren only soaked up two more elbow smashes before she abandoned offense in the hopes of defending her head. No such luck, the vengeful challenger formed her right hand into a wide claw and ‘smecked it against her opponent’s pained, patrician features. Portia let loose a muffled wail and clamped down on Veronica’s wrist with both hands, understandably concerned that the Jersey bytch might try to crush her skull with an Iron Claw. Under different circumstances Treymane very well might’ve tried for the surrender, but at the moment she wasn’t feeling nearly that patient. Which was why she snatched a handful of Portia’s trunks at the waist and hoisted her skyward before tossing to the canvas with a spine-rattling THWHAM!
IRON CLAW SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ua0WPLSGroE
VanBuren hit hard, bounced to a seat and stayed there just long enough for the Dangerous Dame to snatch a huge handful of hair. Hissing as the challenger hauled her up like nothing more than a sack of laundry, Portia pushed at Veronica’s chest and muttered, “Wuuhhh… watch those hands… Jersey. You’re getting a little grabOOOFFFFHHHH!”
Veronica tagged her with an Elbow Smash from the right, an open-handed Slap from the left, a low kick from the right that ‘snapped’ against Baby’s left thigh and heartless Backfist to the cheek all in the span of about two seconds. Perhaps it was the speed of delivery which kept the champion on her feet, whatever it was, Veronica put an end to that when she wheeled around on the spot and damn near took Portia’s head off with a Roaring Lariat.
DRIVE BY NIGHT FLURRY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=C0c8wv7uHDY
Well and truly battered in the Drive By Night Flurry, the CEO of VB&A landed on her back, rolled through to her knees and somehow started to rise. Full verticality was only heartbeats away when Treymane hit her with a Spear that would’ve driven her into the canvas if the challenger hadn’t hoisted her onto one shoulder and charged full force into the nearest corner. The temptation to reduce Portia to blubbering, uva-nourished rubble was great, yet Veronica only delivered one follow-up Shoulderblock before rising to her full height. With Portia smeared against the buckles for every bit of support she could get, it wasn’t hard for Treymane to thread the champion’s arms over the top rope. “Time for you to learn a valuable lesson, Baby.” Treymane said with a smile. “The Market can turn on anyone, at any time.”
VanBuren’s eyes went wide. “Nuuuhhh…NO! Don’t you f*cking HOOOFFFHHH!”
Treymane plowed a huge Kneelift into her foe’s tummy, then wheeled around and hopped onto the second rope. Grinning out at the now red-lining crowd, Veronica slipped her thumbs into her waistband and pulled those pinstripes down far enough to reveal a glorious half moon. Portia’s reaction wasn’t nearly as positive as the FAWNatics, not that she had time to do much more than cringe in the few heartbeats prior to Veronica settling on her mug with a gloriously counterfeit Bare Ass Market.
“OH HELL NO!” an indignant Alexis roared over the first part of Treymane’s ride. “GET OFF HER RIGHT NOW, BYTCH! I MEAN IT!” Veronica looked down at her and ground a little harder, a brazen insult that forced the Penthouse Panther to spring onto the apron.
Nick saw the intrusion and quickly moved to intercept, leaving the flailing champion alone at the tender mercies of her cheeky challenger. “Back to the floor, Alexis. I mean it.” the official said sternly. “Don’t make me throw you out of here.”
“I’d like to see you try, little man.” Suguitan’s words were for the zebra, but her eyes were locked on Veronica. “Lay so much as a hand on me and I’ll--”
“What?” Treymane interrupted. “Complain about it on Twitter? Tear a sign in half? You sound like Portia even before she had my ass on her face!”
Alexis’s pretty face twisted into a vulpine mask of hate. “That’s it, bytch. You just signed your own death warrant.” She stormed down the edge of the apron despite Nick’s protestations and was within seconds of sinking her claws into Veronica’s hair (or face) when a limping Rachel stalked up on her six and DRILLED the bottom edge of that marble clipboard into the back of Alexis’s right knee. The blindsided exotique let out a startled shriek and plummeted to the floor, the injured joint pulled to her chest long before she hit the ground.
“STAY. DOWN. LEX.” Raker barked at her former stablemate. “Or I’ll put you down.” she added softly.
While Castle didn’t exactly approve of the redhead’s methods, he was more than happy to return his attention to Veronica, who was still swabbing booty on an increasingly sluggish Portia Ophelia VanBuren. “I think that’s enough of that, don’t you, Veronica?”
The Dangerous Dame smiled broadly and wiggled her tush one more time. “Whatever you say, stripes.” Treymane stood up, snapped her briefs back into place and dropped to the mat amidst a thunderous ovation from the crowd. Looking over the smudgy, gasping features of the woman who’d lorded over her sister for the last few years, Veronica was sorely tempted to unleash a barrage of trashtalk, not to mention bytch slaps and straight right hands. But in the end cooler heads prevailed and she settled for grabbing a huge handful of hair. VanBuren groaned and tried to remain in the buckles when Treymane tugged, alas the challenger would not be denied and the blonde was rousted from her safe haven. Didn’t go far though, Treymane almost immediately dipped a shoulder and ‘hupped’ Baby up n’ across in a Fireman’s Carry. Then she swung around, backed into the corner and carefully climbed onto the second rope. “STORY’S OVER, MUGS!” she roared to the red-lining crowd. “IT’S TIME TO FADE TO BLACK!” With that she leapt off, twisted through a half circle and THAWHAMMED Portia into the mat a good three quarters of the way across the ring courtesy a ridiculously huge Samoan Drop! Baby bounced clear, started to sit up and was shoved back to the unforgiving mat.
FADE TO BLACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=niw_LA8WTS0
Then Veronica slid across her chest, hooked the far leg and pulled that knee up to her chin while Castle, Rachel and the FAWNatics counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Portia eased a shoulder up so late in the count that Nick threw a negating signal to the Timekeeper to keep him from ringing the bell. Dumbfounded, Veronica leaned back on her haunches and ran a hand through her hair. “Nuuuhhhhh…. not good enough…. Jersey.” Portia sputtered from somewhere in that smoldering wreckage. “You’ll never… be a champion. You and your prison rat sister… they’ll only WORK for champiUUNNNNNGGGGGHH!”
Treymane laced her hands together, raised them high overhead and brought a Double Axehandle THWHUMPING down into the pit of her antagonist’s stomach. The Trust Fund Terror sat up from the force of the strike, giving Veronica an excellent opportunity to scoot into place behind her, albeit back to. Planted on her knees, the big blonde reached back, took hold of VanBuren’s wrists and jerked her arms backward, all the better to loop them around her own shins. Leaning back put the full weight of her tush on the base of Portia’s neck AND effectively pinned the champion’s arms to the canvas, meaning the Pinstripe Powerhouse encountered no resistance when she grabbed first one knee and then the other.
The severity of her situation burned through the fog in Portia’s mind and she started shaking her head ‘no!’ over and over again. “DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, JERSEY! TRASH LIKE YOU DOESN’T AAAAAHHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAHHK STAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHP!” Veronica wrenched Portia’s slender stems forward and out, spreading them in a merciless ‘V’ that saw the pits of the champ’s knees almost level with her ears. One lucky side of the arena got to see Baby’s agonized mug and the infamous $ on her glutes at the same time, as the Touch of Evil folded her up into the most uncomfortable Matchbook in all the world.
TOUCH OF EVIL @ 8:45
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9r6HQFvQpc
Alternately tugging on and spreading her foe’s gams, Treymane also bounced in place, constantly driving the medicine ball of her backside into the base of Portia’s neck. “GIVE IT UP!” Veronica bellowed. “OR I’LL TIE YOUR ANKLES BEHIND YOUR EARS! SEE IF I DON’T, DAISY!”
“THIS TITLE’S MIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!” Portia’s retort broke off in a keening wail as the determined challenger put a little more torque on her already strained thighs. “YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS, JERSEY! I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU’LL--ALEXIS! ALEXIS GODDAMMIT, HELP ME!” Baby saw movement outside and immediately honed in on the lone remaining Associate, who’d only just now clambered to her feet. Unaware of Suguitan’s run-in with the clipboard, VanBuren addressed her protégé in her usual cool, collected way, more than ready to give up a second straight DQ loss to retain her World Championship. “GET HER OFF ME, ALEXIS! GET IN HERE AND TAKE HER OUT!”
Alexis started to comply but the Filipino Phenom locked eyes with Raker on the opposite side of the ring as she readied to leap and roll into the ring. Rachel didn’t say anything, she only raised the clipboard. That was enough. Suddenly more aware of the pain in her right knee than ever, Suguitan yelped and grasped at her damaged joint, sliding back to the floor instead of into the ring to save her boss.
"FIGHT THROUGH THE PAIN, BYTCH!" Portia raved in a delirium of anguish and disbelief. “I SAVED YOU FROM OBSCURITY! YOU OWE ME! SAVE ME FROM THIS JERSEY WHORAAAAAAAARRRRRRHHHHH SSSSHHHHHIIITTT!” Veronica pulled and stretched Baby to the breaking point. It seemed like she was doing her damndest to make Portia kiss her own ass. “STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHPP!” the Trust Fund Terror sobbed. “I QUIT! I QUIT! JUST GET THE F*CK OFFA ME!”
Castle called for the bell at once and Veronica bounded to her feet and put both hands over her mouth as the bell sounded and the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and the NEW FAWN WORLD CHAMPION…. VERONICA TREYMANE!”
Rachel slid under the bottom rope, popped up and wrapped her younger sister in a crushing hug while the capacity crowd roared their approval. When they broke apart Nick was waiting with the big gold belt. He went to hand it to Veronica, but Rachel held out a hand. “Do you mind?” The ref looked to the new champ, who nodded approval. Raker took the strap, slipped it around Treymane’s waist and snapped it tight. Then she took her by the wrist and raised it to the rafters. Castle did the same on the other side and the reaction she received almost made the blonde burst into tears.
“See this belt around my waist?” Veronica asked the camera when it drew in for a close-up of the leather and gold. “It’s not a piece of jewelry, it’s not a relic to be held for ransom, it’s a symbol of excellence. It says that on this night, in this ring, I am the BEST FAWN has to offer. Now I know there are women in the back who don’t believe that. They think they’re the best and ya know what, that’s what they SHOULD think. But this belt says otherwise and so do I. So listen up, ladies. You want a shot at me? You want a shot at this?” she smacked the shiny faceplate. “All you gotta do is ask. No rings to kiss, no hoops to jump through, just pick your corner and wait for the bell. By the time it rings again I promise you’ll know why I am the Most Dangerous Dame FAWN’s ever seen.”
To drive the point home, she slipped a boot under Portia’s side and slopped her onto her tummy. Then she raised a boot, set it atop the sequined $ and pressed down hard. Baby groaned but didn’t resist, she was too preoccupied with her physical and psychological aches and just what she was going to do with the Associate who’d failed her at the worst possible moment.
Above her, the new queen of the ring undid the belt and held it overhead with both hands, an excellent cover shot for the next issue of Gladiatrix and a perfect view to end this most triumphant Spring Break.
MACHINE GUN BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uf3FOEL3KjE
Fans worldwide saw the color drain from the arena like a plug had been pulled, the bright Technicolor replaced by a scratchy black & white. Simultaneous with the fade came a burst of new school in the form of Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’. It was to this melding of eras that the Dangerous Dame and the Fixer announced their presence. Dressed in a half length (it ended about mid-thigh) grey trench coat and matching fedora, Veronica Treymane strode to the top of the ramp and shouted, “I MAY FAVOR BLACK AND WHITE, BUT TONIGHT IS ALL ABOUT BLACK AND BLUE… AND GOLD! NOW REACH FOR THE SKY, YOUSE MUGS!” With that she pulled her coat aside and raised the replica Thompson’s overhead to send a line of blazing pyro into the overhead rafters. Angling it over one shoulder when the clip hit empty, Veronica bumped knuckles with her older sister, then started down the aisle.
VERONICA TREYMANE:
RACHEL RAKER:
With the challenger wasting no time reaching the ring, the Spring Break crowd didn’t have to wait long for a good glimpse of the Pinstripe Powerhouse’s battle attire. Tonight she wore 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.
Uncharacteristically quiet since the Thompson introduced her, Veronica went straight up the steps, doffed her fedora and flipped it to Rachel before dipping between the ropes. Iron and coat came off next, both handed to head official Nick Castle, who treated them with the proper reverence. More than ready for her first solo outing against FAWN’s most obnoxious measuring stick. Treymane raised an index finger to the crowd, then settled in against the buckles opposite the stage and waited for the World Champion to slink into view.
The Associates’ loss at ‘War’ stung senior and junior partner alike as VanBuren and Suguitan waited behind the curtains for the music of the newly anointed challenger to fade. Soon enough Treymane would fade into history as well, another hurdle fate and Bethany Christian had flung in front of the slender socialite, pushed aside and stuffed into the dustbin of Jerseys she’d dispatched.
Listening backstage, both women were ready to spit fire, but it’s only the ivory-skinned Manhattanite who would be putting her championship and, to some, her legacy on the line. The incredible potential of Veronica Treymane might be realized tonight or Baby could show again how no one could touch her resourcefulness in using all the tools at her disposal.
Speaking of which, the woman who had taken the Associates’ pin in the previous Pay Per View, was in the ear of the champion.
“This bytch isn’t worth the leather in that belt, let alone the gold,” Alexis assured, shining up the faceplate with a rub of her right forearm.
The blonde nodded nervously shifting from one foot to the other.
“This is your stage and she’s only a bit player in your play,” the Filipino Phenom continued.
Portia and her powerhouse moved to the edge of the entrance and, when 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, they took a deep breath and pushed through.
HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVzvRsl4rEM
PORTIA OPHELIA VANBUREN:
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
The crowd rose to its feet as one in one of the most-repeated rituals in FAWN history. The masses jeered Baby with every ounce of capacity their lungs could find. The sound is at a decibel level no one else could elicit, particularly with the slender socialite in possession of FAWN’s biggest prize.
The head of what was left of VB&A floats 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. Portia 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, Alexis beside her.
The sinewy blonde reaches the ring and turned her focus to Raker’s irrational sibling, shaking her head at the Godfather wannabe. She laid the belt on her shoulder and considers responding to the traitorous Rachel’s demand for the ref to check for a certain pair of gold knux.
Instead, Portia offered a familiar toss of her flaxen mane as she made her way up the 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 slid into the ring only after Suguitan widened the ropes for her, Portia’s protégé loudly talking up her boss while assisting her entrance. Alexis stunned in her skin-tight, red mini and pumps, the copper skin of her arms and legs resplendent.
The Announcer broke in as Lyle’s baby girl stretched in her corner.
“And her opponent… accompanied to the ring by her partner in VanBuren & Associates, Alexis Suguitan…from Manhattan and Easthampton, New York and Monaco City, Monaco, standing five feet seven inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds, she is the THREE TIME FAWN World Champion… Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV!”
Portia lowered the big belt to her waist and caressed it in front of the challenger.
“There’s only one boss, Treymane,” Baby shouted. “And no amount of pretending to be a gangster changes that.”
Portia turned and strode to her curvy back-up, handing the belt to Alexis who in turn provided it to the ref. The official showed it off, the crowd growing more excited by the second, particularly when Veronica inspected the grand prize before the zebra presented the World belt to a FAWN flunky for safekeeping.
VanBuren shared a knowing nod with Alexis and turned to face the next generation’s Great White Dope, Portia ready to revel in shutting down the next colossal failure disguised as a hand-picked successor.
The bell CLANGED and Portia came out of her corner at a quick stalk, a marked departure from her usual ‘let the Jersey trash come to me’ approach. Whether this was due to her general disdain for all things Raker, an effort to show her protégé the importance of seizing initiative or some other motive altogether, no one could say, but the challenger wasn’t about to waste a chance to get after the World Champion. The blondes met at center ring and kept right on moving, VanBuren and Treymane doing their best to walk through the other without giving an inch of ground. Eventually it evolved into a forehead-grinding staredown, with Portia perhaps the tiniest bit more aggressive, if only to compensate for Treymane’s slight height and weight advantage.
“So you think you’re a challenger, do you Jersey?” the champ hissed after a few seconds of tense silence. “You think you’re a THREAT to me and my organization? I’ve got news for you, little sister, you’re nothing more than a cautionary tale. Over the course of the next hour I am going to drag you across every inch of this ring and I’ll be watching Rachel’s face the whole time. And then, long after you’ve stopped begging to leave the ring, I’ll do what Alexis couldn’t… I’ll break--”
Veronica drew back just far enough to WHUNK VanBuren across the bridge of the nose with a Headbutt. The Trust Fund Terror staggered back, one hand pressed to her face while the other held her foe at bay. “You sure you’re Alexis’s boss, daisy?” Treymane asked. “She would’ve at least swung on me by now. You seem perfectly happy to talk my--”
Portia whipped around in a lethal little circle and flew at the other blonde with her right arm extended for a stiff Discus Lariat. Veronica didn’t have enough time to move out of the way so she took a step back, braced on her left foot and brought her right leg up ’n across at a sharp angle. Her knee THWHUMPED against Baby’s chest hard enough to set the champ on her heels with both arms crossed to her aching sternum. While VanBuren might’ve had her heart set on a methodical dissection, Treymane’s plans were much more direct, as evidenced by the single quick Jab she banged off the other blonde’s chin. Portia’s head snapped back and her hands came up to inspect the damage, thus allowing the Pinstripe Powerhouse to claim the left in a Wristlock.
A quick spin put pressure on Baby’s elbow and shoulder and set Veronica on her six for a Hammerlock. From there she halved her grip and dipped under Portia’s right arm to slip around in front of the now one-handed champion. No talking from the challenger now, (she’d read the dossier Rachel put together on POV more than a dozen times) instead she coiled her free arm around Portia’s head and drew her into a Front Facelock. VanBuren managed to land a few punches to Treymane’s ribs even with an arm pinioned between her shoulders, it just wasn’t enough to stop Rachel’s little sister from powering her up, over and down with a THWHAMMING Vertical Suplex.
HAMMERLOCK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kGH9Wj-wy0
Baby sat up at once, her tweaked arm moving from back to front so she could cradle it against her chest. That was the plan at least. In reality that tingling wing didn’t make it more than halfway around before Veronica snatched it in both hands and wrenched it out full length. “Let go, Jersey! I’m not going to let a ham-fisted bumbler like you NNNGGGGGHHH!”
Veronica drilled a quick Knee into the socialite’s forehead, then put a hand on Portia’s chest and forced her down flat. Quick to plant her right foot on Portia’s upturned wrist, Treymane rose to her full height and promptly left her feet in a gorgeous vertical leap. “PULL IN YOUR ARM, POR--” Alexis’s shouted warning came to a premature end when Treymane came THWHAPPING down tummy-first atop VanBuren’s vulnerable arm. Portia snarled, rolled onto her right side and drew the arm close again only to curse loudly when the challenger grabbed a double handful of hair and hauled her to a seat.
ARM-TRAPPED STANDING SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_85_5lwWig
“OW!” Portia bellowed it far louder than necessary. “Dammit Castle, keep this Boardwalk C.H.U.D. outta my hairHEY! NO, DAMMIT! F*CK!”
Veronica, who’d clamped down on VanBuren’s left wrist again, rolled her eyes. “Make up your mind, Daisy. I’ll either snatch you bald or break your arm, which is it gonna be?”
Portia snorted a laugh in spite of her anger. “Oh Jersey, you have no idea what I’m gonna do to eeeerrrrrggggghhhh!”
Treymane slung the captured arm across her lower back, then hooked her right foot against the inside of Portia’s right thigh and pushed out, cranking the limb at an awkward angle. With her right arm looped around the neutralized limb, Treymane gripped her own left wrist, while that hand sank into VanBuren’s ribs. “You don’t really need two arms, do you, Daisy?” Veronica asked several seconds into the hold. “After all, you’ve never done a day of real work in your life.”
GROUNDED ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZA56rVi5WY
“That’s rich coming from the girl dressed like a TMC villain.” Portia grimaced. “And remind me, isn’t your sister a convicted fel--” the champ clenched her teeth when Treymane simultaneously pressed down and tugged back on her blonde’s arm.
“You’ll wanna be real careful about the next words that come out of your mouth, daisy.” Veronica’s teeth were clenched almost as tightly as her opponent’s. “Aside from being a lie, it’s the sort of thing that could get your shoulder seperatAAAARRRGHHH!”
Already bracing herself for Castle’s grating squawk of protest, Portia reached over her left shoulder and RAKED the challenger’s eyes. “HEY!” Nick barked right on cue. “Watch the eyes, Portia!”
“I wasn’t anywhere near her eyes!” Baby protested as she slithered free of the Armbar. “I was merely trying to massage my shoulder and this idiot stuck her fat face in my way!” Castle didn’t buy it for a second, not that VanBuren gave him much time to argue the point before she twined her fingers in the challenger’s hair. Hurrying to her feet while Treymane was still on her knees, Baby jerked the tyro’s head back n’ forth a few times before THUNKING a Kneelift between her eyes. “Oh yeah, that felt good.” Portia hit a second Kneelift, then looked to Alexis. “I see why you enjoyed beating her ass.”
Alexis grinned and pounded a hand against the mat. “Keep it up, boss lady. Make her pay!”
VanBuren nodded agreement, not that she needed the encouragement after what this bytch had done to her organization. Hauling the other blonde to a doubled-over semblance of verticality, Portia waggled her hips a bit, then unloaded a series of Kneelifts to Veronica’s belly. Left-right-left-right. thum-thum-thum-THUMP! Baby’s pert little glutes rolled beneath those sequined briefs until a particularly nasty blow dropped the Dangerous Dame to all fours. “Oh, I don’t think so.” VanBuren smirked. “You don’t get to fall down until I say so.” She JERKED Treymane to her feet, prized one hand loose and CRAAACKED her across the face. “Are you starting to understand me, Jersey? It would’ve been so much better for you to stand in my shadow, but now you’re gonna whimper beneath my NNNNNNGHHHH!”
Veronica grabbed the champ in a Three Quarters Facelock, dropped to one knee and drove VanBuren’s noggin against the sturdy joint. Portia reared back, staggered, came to a stop because the Pinstripe Powerhouse caught her left wrist. She jerked POV forward and the fans thought she was looking for a Short-Arm Clothesline but that wasn’t the case at all. Instead she twisted around behind Portia’s back and cinched on the Hammerlock one more time. Then she crooked her free arm around Baby’s neck in an Inverted Facelock and dropped to her tush to THWHUNK the base of Portia’s skull with an Inverted DDT that just so happened to land all the champ’s weight on that trapped arm.
HAMMERLOCK INVERTED DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PzbLsMIILlI
The Sinister Socialite groaned loudly but didn’t pull her wounded arm to safety, so Veronica pounced across her midsection and hooked the far leg for…
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and FAWN’s most storied vessel for fan disdain threw a shoulder off the canvas to the great displeasure of the unwashed masses. Treymane did her best to hide the frustration of being a second away from claiming the organization’s top prize and signaling a changing of the guard in more ways than one, but she’s quickly back to work, tugging Portia up as she rose.
She set the wobbly Manhattanite in an unsteady stance and backpedaled to the ropes, looking for a little added momentum. Rachel cut off a move by Alexis to interrupt the action, a staredown from the Associates’ former lead counsel enough to prevent Suguitan for reaching for an ankle to trip up the challenger. Instead, Veronica surged forward and delivered a little Chicago Lightning in the Orlando sky. The Pinstripe Powerhouse spun into a leaping stomp to VanBuren’s forehead that sent her foe spinning in a pirouette, though somehow Baby remained upright through the violent 360-degree turn.
CHICAGO LIGHTNING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XeI2eEI-9TY&nohtml5=False
Treymane nodded her head in respect for the World Champion. However, that respect didn’t extend to giving Portia a chance to recover. Grabbing a wrist, the bigger blonde raised VanBuren’s arm, spun beneath it to get side by side with the dazed socialite, then RIPPED Portia off her moorings with a Russian Leg Sweep/Clothesline that decleated Baby and sent her CRASHING to the deck.
LEG SWEEP & CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=offb723nWzI
Kneeling beside the gobsmacked blonde, Veronica hooked a leg and got...
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Again VanBuren was able to keep her reign in place, Alexis drawing a hand through her long raven locks, momentarily breathing easier now that her mentor’s control extends for at least another three seconds. She slapped the canvas with both hands, trying to wake Portia from her stupor, but the domination of Treymane throughout was clearly taking its toll.
The Neo-noir Knockout ripped Baby up to a seat with a handful of flaxen locks and slapped on a Chinlock from behind, sticking her right knee deep into VanBuren’s spine. The stunned Portia wakened to the pain from her backbone, wincing and hissing.
The official gave Treymane the courtesy of asking Fortune’s Favorite if she wanted to hand over her World Title to which VanBuren responded emphatically in the negative with a swipe at the man’s nose.
“You’re determined to make this a long good-bye, aren’t you?” Veronica whispered in Baby’s ear. “Suits me. Then you can file Chapter 11 for VB&A because it’s done.” A growling VanBuren threw an elbow but found nothing but air.
Veronica grabbed the arm and quickly secured the other. She started to maneuver Baby to her chest to test Portia’s resolve in the Noirevoir.
Seemingly responding to Alexis’ warning shouts, the champ did her best to rotate, wriggle and swivel to keep her ‘$’ firmly planted on the canvas. Frustrating Veronica from acquiring her submission, Treymane changed course, instead using her Double Chickenwing to pull Portia to her feet from behind and then used them to toss the three-time champion like a rag doll over her head with a Suplex. The throw had the crowd buzzing as Portia landed heavily several feet away and rolled to a flaccid jumble.
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BBLddyW2XhY
Baby reached out a tremulous arm and snatched the bottom rope. She tugged the rubber-coated steel to drag her way into a corner and under the ropes for a sidebar with her lone remaining Associate. Unfortunately for Lyle’s Little Girl, she found her former lawyer waiting. Rachel delivered an injunction in the form of a forearm shiver, VanBuren’s head snapping away from the connection, her body following the noggin back under the ropes and into what had been Veronica’s playground, the match turning into a veritable crowning ceremony.
Treymane nodded to her sister with a grin and a wink. She gathered a handful of locks when a dumbstruck Portia made it to all fours. Exploding into action, VanBuren swung a forearm of her own, this one heading between Veronica’s thighs, but the Knockout parried the effort with a kick of the limb and hauled the reeling Portia the rest of the way up.
“Metrics,” Veronica verbally tweaked the flagging champion.
A sagging VanBuren’s hands shot up and laced behind the challenger’s braincase. Baby nestled the crown of her head tight to Treymane’s chin and dropped to her knees, pulling Veronica along for the ride and busting away from the Pinstripe Powerhouse with a Jawbreaker.
As Veronica turned and stumbled into her corner, catching herself with the help of the ropes, Portia remained on her haunches, trying to regain her bearings. The veteran looks gassed, her hair a messy tangle, her face covered in a sheen of sweat. The blonde drew in great tugs of oxygen as she pushed up and turned to face a Clothesline from the charging challenger.
Portia skillfully ducked the effort and, when Veronica immediately skidded to a stop just behind, VanBuren was at the ready, hooking her elbows with those of the Knockout. She dropped to her knees and leaned forward, folding Veronica atop and her and sliding Treymane’s shoulders to the mat for ONE…and that’s all, as Treymane tumbled out of the surprise pinning combination.
Veronica scrambles to her feet and raced at the still rising VanBuren. But the crafty veteran took advantage of her position and tangled her legs with those of her foe when she slipped to the side, delivering Veronica to the deck with a Drop Toe Hold. Treymane checked the bridge of her nose with both hands after landing facefirst and the momentary loss of concentration allowed the slender socialite to rise and collect Veronica’s ankles.
Portia spun her one-time, would-be recruit to her back and lifted a poised boot over Veronica’s sweet spot, Portia spreading the powerful legs of the challenger to make the target even more inviting. Treymane couldn’t help but reflexively lift her palms and ‘window wash’ a plea, though she had to know the request would fall on deaf ears.
And so it did.
VanBuren SLAMMED her boot into Veronica’s crotch. Treymane writhed in agony from the vicious Low Blow and Baby, instead of trying to control her thrashing, disdainfully threw Veronica’s legs aside. She turned to Raker, walking to her former employee while Rachel’s sister retched on the canvas a few feet away.
“Did you tell her these matches; they aren’t won on points? All I need is a second to take advantage of her stupidity and all those physical gifts get swept aside.”
Before VanBuren allowed an answer, she turned and raced to Veronica, leaping into the air and sending a knee THUMPING into Treymane’s temple. The Neo-Noir Knockout spasmed with a violent flop and Baby dropped to Veronica’s side, quickly lying across her in a crossbody pin while hooking the far leg for...
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The throbbing from POV’s crotch-shot delayed Treymane’s kickout but the crowd seemed hardly surprised when it came and came strongly, forcing VanBuren to her knees. The patrician didn’t hesitate, however, tugging Veronica to a kneel with a Front Facelock before falling backward and DRIVING the challenger’s face and forehead into the canvas with a low-rise DDT.
Portia shoved the flaccid form of a vulnerable Treymane to her back and it’s Rachel’s turn to clench her backside in fear as the official slapped the canvas for...
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Again Treymane saved herself, though this time it is significantly less forceful, the challenger barely flinching enough to ease a shoulder a few inches off the canvas.
Portia only glanced at Castle for a moment, she saved the full force of her disdain for Rachel. “Really Rache, sending this cub in to get mauled in your place? I thought West was manipulative, but you put her in the shade.” Raker only stewed, which was fine with Baby, she didn’t much care to hear what the soulless ginger might have to say in her defense. Poised within easy reaching distance of the floored challenger, VanBuren ran her hands through Treymane’s hair and treated her vulnerable noggin to a few hard shakes before hauling her to boot leather. “I know, I know dear, your nethers are feeling all fluttery with terror. I’d tell you not to worry, but it’d be terrible advice. That feeling is the only defense mechanisms idiots like you have when in the presence of unparalleled greatGUUURRHHHK!”
The Dangerous Dame wrapped a hand around Portia’s throat and squeezed hard enough to compress the taunt down to a surprised little whine. All this happened in full view of the ref, who wasted no time in warning Treymane off the illegal tactic. VanBuren had no doubt that Castle would enforce the count, he was disgustingly dutiful after all, but she had no intention of enduring this indignity until he reached ‘FOUR!’ on a laboriously slow count. Therefore she crooked both hands into claws and raaaaaaaaaaaked them across Veronica’s eyes.
Two wrongs didn’t make a right, as evidenced by the warning Nick threw her way. Portia was beyond such trivialities however and she paid him no mind as she brushed the weakened stranglehold off her windpipe. Though partially blinded, Veronica was still dangerously close, so the champ ducked and wrapped her arms around the challenger’s upper thighs. Hands clasped just below the swell of blonde buttocks, the Trust Fund Terror rose up on tiptoes and promptly dropped to one knee, all the better to THWHUMP Treymane’s already sore undercarriage against the waiting plank of her thigh.
Veronica groaned and crumpled forward without losing her footing, a show of strength that would’ve annoyed POV to no end if she hadn’t thought to secure the younger woman’s pate in a Side Headlock. “You ARE strong, I can’t deny that.” Portia admitted as she marched / dragged her rival to the nearest set of strands. “You would’ve made an excellent addition to the Associates, but you’re just too damned willful. That sort of stubbornness just doesn’t sit will with me. Whenever I see it… I have to break it.”
And so she did her level best, VanBuren forcing Veronica’s protesting face against the top rope a heartbeat or so before she set off on a leisurely stroll around ringside. “Yes, that’s right, wail and blubber all you like, it will do you no good!” Baby chided as Treymane suffered the kiss of that rubber-coated steel. “I’m afraid the only mercy you’ll find is the kind that comes after taking a ride on my 9-11!” Closing fast on the corner, VanBuren switched her grip to a double handful of blonde hair and practically ran Treymane into a BWUUUUNING collision with the roughly-padded steel ring. The Pinstripe Powerhouse’s legs gave a nasty shimmy but she still didn’t fall down, much to Portia’s chagrin. Determined to leave this would-be usurper whimpering at her feet, the CEO slipped an arm between Veronica’s legs and another over one shoulder. The FAWNatics groaned in anticipation of a Tree of Woe, yet VanBuren’s actual plan proved that much more unpleasant. Hoisting the heavier battler to chest-level with a hardworking groan, Portia laid her opponent across the top rope on either side of the corner so that her tummy was left exposed.
“Just sit tight… Daisy.” Portia traced her fingers across Treymane’s midsection, then patted her backside in supremely condescending fashion. “You’ll be back in the locker room and sobbing into a tub of Rocky Road… after you’ve puked your guts out of course.”
She wheeled around, took a few strutting steps, then broke into a limber run that took her to the opposite corner, where she hopped onto the second buckle just long enough to throw double birds at the whole of the FAWN arena. A short leap n’ twist brought her back to the mat for a trip down her own back-trail at a dangerously high rate of speed. Trapped on her awkward perch, Treymane could tell something terrible was headed her way but she couldn’t muster the strength to roll clear before “OOOOFFFFFFFFFFHHHHHH!”
Portia hopped up and THUMPED the point of her right knee into the challenger’s navel. Veronica popped out of the corner and landed in a rasping pile sandwiched between the challenger and the ropes. Even in these dire circumstances the big blonde retained enough presence of mind to grab hold of the bottom rope. “Break…” she groaned. “Get her back, I’m in the EERRRGGGGGHHH!”
Baby sank her talons into the ingénue’s face and pulled her away from sanctuary caveman-style. “Call the damned infractions, Castle!” a frustrated Rachel demanded from outside. “I know you saw that!”
Portia looked in the Fixer’s direction, a haughty smirk plastered on her patrician features. “Keep your mouth shut, Raker. The little brat is finally getting what she wanted. It’s not your fault she’s totally overwhelmed!”
Shifting her attention back to the defanged dame, Portia dragged Treymane to her feet, jabbed a Kneelift into her belly, then grabbed hold of a wrist in either hand. These she pulled tight against Veronica’s neck, then twisted around so she and her prey were standing back to back. After a moment to waggle her $ sheathed cheeks, Portia pushed onto her toes and dropped to her knees to THAWHAM Veronica down on the back of her head and shoulders with a Straightjacket Neckbreaker. Treymane’s long legs kicked up and flopped back, perfect targets for Portia, who snagged them under her armpits. Folding the Jersey in half with a gorgeous Matchbook, VanBuren stretched herself out full length with one cheek resting on her foe’s rump through a count of…
STRAIGHTJACKET NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-JQGVD6oC18
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Treymane powered loose, flopping over onto her side with half a second to spare. VanBuren sat back on her haunches, a look of disgust stamped on her face. “Really, Castle? You want to drag out this humiliation a little longer? Fine. But when Bethany comes to me whining about her new broken toy, I’m sending her to you.” With that she cupped Treymane’s ears and scraped her off the canvas. Slapping on a Side Headlock, she walked a circuit around the squared circle, one that ended with her facing a beaming Alexis.
“Finish her off, Baby!” Suguitan crowed. “Show that piece of Jersey trash why you’re the champ!”
Portia nodded. “Take notes, Lex. This is how you stamp a tramp.”
She squeezed the Headlock a little tighter, charged the ropes and sprang into the air, Baby’s knees rising to chest level so she could brace her feet against the top rope. Only that’s not what happened. What happened was this: Treymane put one hand against Portia’s butt, the other against her ribs and pushed up, hoisting the champ a little higher than intended. Denied the ropes as a springboard, a wide-eyed VanBuren went sailing out into the void and plummeted straight down on an equally startled Alexis. The crowd leapt up and roared, joyous in their celebration of this unexpected market crash.
Veronica celebrated too, though it was a much more low key affair, considering she was slumped in the ropes and sucking wind. After several deep breaths she flipped hair out of her eyes and slipped through the ropes, ready to resume the work of breaking down Baby’s loathsome machine.
With the Associates in a tangled jumble at her feet when Treymane dropped to the floor, Portia pushing at Alexis, trying to free herself from her penthouse powerhouse, Veronica helps out. The big blonde sank a set of nails into Portia’s scalp and tugged her loose. A yelping VanBuren squealed “HAIR”, but Castle was just starting a different count for the legal members of the match being outside the ropes.
As Baby reached with both hands for the wrist above Treymane’s controlling hand, Veronica delivered an echoing paintbrush of a Bytch Slap to Baby’s cheek with the other. As the crowd ‘woohs’ reflexively, Portia was sent into a pirouette from the force of the blow and stumbled into a rising Suguitan. With both Associates within easy reach, Veronica gathered up a handful each of flaxen and ebony locks and drew back the noggins of both women.
With Portia and Alexis both wide-eyed, shaking their heads in the negative, Treymane CLUNKED forehead to forehead, VB&A suffering through a brutal meeting of the minds. The skulls of both ladies snapped away from the impact, but each showed the wherewithal to remain vertical, if staggered.
The crowd roaring, the Pinstripe Powerhouse cleaning house in the Associates’ crowded neighborhood, Veronica collected each again, preparing for an encore performance of the coconut crunching. She reared back each head again, but this time both Portia and Alexis lifted a leg and braced against each other to block the banging.
Having thwarted Treymane, each turned to Veronica and delivered a Toe Kick to the tanned tummy of the blonde, doubling her over with a loud grunt. Mentor and protégé turned to each other and share a high-five before returning their attention to Treymane. But as they reached for one sister, the other, Rachel, came flying in from above. Coming off her perch on the nearby corner, Raker earned a gasp from the FAWNatics as she soared then plummeted, taking out both Associates in a Crossbody that brought the capacity crowd to their feet.
With all three women grounded, the Fixer on top, Raker took turns throwing right forearm shivers into the jaws of both former teammates, VanBuren and Suguitan on the receiving end one after the other; one, two and three times.
Meanwhile, Veronica rolled into the ring to stop Castle’s count, only to roll back out despite clearly being able to pick up the count out victory. Instead, she helped Alexis to her feet while Rachel did the same for VanBuren. They aimed the Associates down the length of ring and flung each with an Irish Whip, only for the Associates to reverse the toss. Instead, it’s Veronica and Rachel racing to the steel barriers and they turned into simultaneous back-first collisions with the unforgiving metal.
Blonde and redhead arched in agony, both women dropping to their knees as the crowd deflated. Portia and Alexis gathered their reserves and strode to their foes. They tugged Treymane up and, each wrapping a set of arms around a thigh, vaulted Veronica into the air, making sure to drop her throat across the top of the barricade. The head of the Capone wannabe whiplashed from the connection and Treymane ended on her back, staring blankly into the rafters.
It’s Portia’s turn to slip in and out of the ring to garner another twenty-spot as the Associates’ former counsel would be made to pay for going all Super Girl moments earlier. Alexis and Portia dragged Raker up and shoved her back-first into the side of the ring, the redhead’s spine again taking a battering. Rachel stumbled away from the impact wincing and unaware as she walked into a double Toe Kick. The Associates each collected Rach in a Front Facelock and lifted the Fixer high. The women kept Rachel vertical stalling on the double Suplex before finally letting her tumble over.
AND OH WHAT AN IMPACT! Raker wasn’t sent to the thinly padded cement. Instead her lower vertebrae CRASHED down across the metal barricade and the disturbing end looked like it might have ended Raker’s night if not more, the FAWNatics groaning in sympathy as a boneless Rachel slid down the inside of the obstacle after being dissected by its top bar.
As Rachel mewled in pain, weakly reaching for her lower spine, both Associates rose to their feet joyous, each wiping her hands, confident Rachel had been dealt with for the evening. This hardly helped when a vertical Veronica raced at the turning team with both Clotheslining arms drawn. Treymane NAILED Alexis, dropping the exotique like a bad habit with her right. But Portia managed to duck under the left and wheeled into a snappy Spin Kick to a turning Treymane’s jaw.
Veronica flopped into the side of the apron and Baby quickly bundled the dazed Treymane under the ropes. VanBuren followed her foe in and dragged the beleaguered blonde to her feet, Castle happy to finally have his legal women back in the ring. The crowd was less than happy, however, when VanBuren collected a Hammerlock on the doubled Veronica. With the arm captured, she tugged Treymane into a Front Facelock and forced the bigger blonde up into her lap, Treymane’s legs reflexively wrapping around the slender socialite.
In the flash of an eye, Portia showed the would-be gamechanger the real Color of Money. Throwing her weight in reverse and laying out, Baby DROVE Veronica’s skull into the canvas like a lawn-dart, spiking Treymane with the Cradle Hammerlock DDT that surely meant the match.
THE COLOR OF MONEY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jeENkUBLt1I
Treymane was turned to jelly instantly, flopping in a somersault to her back and spreading into a semiconscious starfish. A grinning Portia reveled in the boos and catcalls and eased into a Crossbody pin, hooking the far leg for the anticlimactic...
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Somehow the Pinstripe Powerhouse, maybe out of an involuntary spasm, kicked free of the pinning combination. A slackjawed Portia stared at Castle who could only shrug, he also in disbelief as he held up two fingers.
Baby ran both sets of fingers through her shoulder-length golden locks, emerald eyes wide in shock. A soft groan from Veronica broke the hypnotized stare and VanBuren worked the body of the battered blonde into a seated position. VanBuren dropped to her side behind her foe, preparing to finish off Treymane. If she couldn’t knock her into next week, Portia could Stretch a Buck all the way to a HUGE win with her leg spread submission finisher.
STRETCHING A BUCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcgDGJvz9GM&index=23&list=PL6D543E88E233B021
Laid out on her left side, VanBuren threaded both legs around the challenger’s right thigh and crossed her ankles to secure one half of the deadly hold. In the same instant she snagged Treymane’s left ankle in both hands and PULLED the long limb toward her at a vicious angle. That in conjunction with a hard pulse through the Scissors had the Dangerous Dame moaning in anguish, her hands fretfully divided between tending to her defenseless hamstrings and tugging at her own hair to make sure she didn’t tap out on instinct. Sensing that big gold belt snugged around her waist again, Baby poured more power into the Wishbone, sweat pouring off her lissome frame as she attempted to rip Veronica straight up the middle. “Give it up, Jersey!” the champion barked to her mewling prey. “You couldn’t beat Alexis, you sure as hell can’t beat me!” She emphasized the point by CRAAAAAAAANNNNKING up on the big blonde’s captured ankle.
Veronica shook her head ‘no’ at once, but Castle conducted his own check, he wasn’t about to let one of his charges injure herself through sheer stubbornness. “What do you say, Veronica?” he asked quietly. “Need me to call for the bell?”
“No!” she rasped. “Daisy’s not gonna beat me like this!”
“Then you’ll have to figure a way out of this.” the ref countered. “Because I’ll call the match if it looks like you can’t defend yourself.”
“Of COURSE she can’t defend herself!” VanBuren broke in. “If she was anything but helpless, could I do this?” The champion pulled her right hand away from Veronica’s ankle, shaped it into a claw and stuffed it down the waistband of opposing trunks.
“AAAHHHHH GAAAAHHHHHDDDD!” Treymane yowled. “STAAAAAHHHP BYTCH!”
Portia only squeezed harder, letting those well manicured talons work their magic. “GIVE UP, JERSEY! BEG FOR MERCY! I SAID BENNNNGGGGGGHHHH!” Twisting her hips in the direction of Baby’s hateful voice, Veronica snatched a huge handful of hair, yanked the veteran’s head up at a sharp angle and THWHUNKED it against the canvas like a basketball. Portia groaned and the Buck got a little looser, at least until she shook it “NNGH! NNGH! NNGH! NNNNGGGGHHHHH!”
Veronica sensed the Trust Fund Terror trying to re-set, so she repeated the skull-jostling maneuver over and over and over again, only stopping when Nick reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. By then the Stretch was a distant memory, Portia’s Scissors a mere shadow, the Ankle control entirely gone and the once destructive claw laid limp across the challenger’s right thigh. Sighing with relief even as she cringed with pain, Treymane slid clear of her attacker and crawled into the ropes to ensure herself a little quiet time. She needn’t have worried on that front as Portia made no move to follow, she was too busy cradling her head in her arms, a valiant but futile effort to ease the Dame-induced migraine.
Positioned between them, Castle gave champ and challenger several seconds to regain their footing with no outside motivation. When neither did, he cleared his throat and began to count. “ONE… TWO… THREE…. FOUR… FIVE…” Veronica reached up, grabbed hold of the top rope and used it to haul herself to boot-leather, a state heavily assisted by the rubber-coated steel. “SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE…” Portia rolled to her hands and knees, pushed off and clambered to her full height with perhaps a second to spare.
Paying no attention to the smattering of grudging applause, Lyle’s little girl pointed an imperious finger at the Pinstripe Powerhouse and demanded. “You. To me, now. It’s time I finished this.”
Veronica flipped hair off her eyes. “Without your golden knux? I doubt it, Daisy.”
VanBuren extended a hand and raised her middle finger. “Doubt that. Get over here. Don’t make me tell you again.”
Treymane did as commanded, if only because she really wanted Baby to know the taste of her elbow-pad in the next two minutes. Stomping toward one another like the last survivors of two once great armies, VanBuren and Treymane reared back for a spiteful Collar & Elbow… only for Portia to spike a Toe Kick into Veronica’s navel. The big blonde doubled over or at least started to, the Sinister Socialite shivered her chin with a European Uppercut before she could get too far. Going low even as the challenger reeled back on her heels, POV looped her arms around Treymane’s upper thighs and “EERRRGGGGGGGHHH!”
The Dangerous Dame’s left arm went up and then came straight down, the point of her elbow THUMPING into the crown of Portia’s skull. Still woozy from the last bludgeoning, VanBuren only soaked up two more elbow smashes before she abandoned offense in the hopes of defending her head. No such luck, the vengeful challenger formed her right hand into a wide claw and ‘smecked it against her opponent’s pained, patrician features. Portia let loose a muffled wail and clamped down on Veronica’s wrist with both hands, understandably concerned that the Jersey bytch might try to crush her skull with an Iron Claw. Under different circumstances Treymane very well might’ve tried for the surrender, but at the moment she wasn’t feeling nearly that patient. Which was why she snatched a handful of Portia’s trunks at the waist and hoisted her skyward before tossing to the canvas with a spine-rattling THWHAM!
IRON CLAW SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ua0WPLSGroE
VanBuren hit hard, bounced to a seat and stayed there just long enough for the Dangerous Dame to snatch a huge handful of hair. Hissing as the challenger hauled her up like nothing more than a sack of laundry, Portia pushed at Veronica’s chest and muttered, “Wuuhhh… watch those hands… Jersey. You’re getting a little grabOOOFFFFHHHH!”
Veronica tagged her with an Elbow Smash from the right, an open-handed Slap from the left, a low kick from the right that ‘snapped’ against Baby’s left thigh and heartless Backfist to the cheek all in the span of about two seconds. Perhaps it was the speed of delivery which kept the champion on her feet, whatever it was, Veronica put an end to that when she wheeled around on the spot and damn near took Portia’s head off with a Roaring Lariat.
DRIVE BY NIGHT FLURRY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=C0c8wv7uHDY
Well and truly battered in the Drive By Night Flurry, the CEO of VB&A landed on her back, rolled through to her knees and somehow started to rise. Full verticality was only heartbeats away when Treymane hit her with a Spear that would’ve driven her into the canvas if the challenger hadn’t hoisted her onto one shoulder and charged full force into the nearest corner. The temptation to reduce Portia to blubbering, uva-nourished rubble was great, yet Veronica only delivered one follow-up Shoulderblock before rising to her full height. With Portia smeared against the buckles for every bit of support she could get, it wasn’t hard for Treymane to thread the champion’s arms over the top rope. “Time for you to learn a valuable lesson, Baby.” Treymane said with a smile. “The Market can turn on anyone, at any time.”
VanBuren’s eyes went wide. “Nuuuhhh…NO! Don’t you f*cking HOOOFFFHHH!”
Treymane plowed a huge Kneelift into her foe’s tummy, then wheeled around and hopped onto the second rope. Grinning out at the now red-lining crowd, Veronica slipped her thumbs into her waistband and pulled those pinstripes down far enough to reveal a glorious half moon. Portia’s reaction wasn’t nearly as positive as the FAWNatics, not that she had time to do much more than cringe in the few heartbeats prior to Veronica settling on her mug with a gloriously counterfeit Bare Ass Market.
“OH HELL NO!” an indignant Alexis roared over the first part of Treymane’s ride. “GET OFF HER RIGHT NOW, BYTCH! I MEAN IT!” Veronica looked down at her and ground a little harder, a brazen insult that forced the Penthouse Panther to spring onto the apron.
Nick saw the intrusion and quickly moved to intercept, leaving the flailing champion alone at the tender mercies of her cheeky challenger. “Back to the floor, Alexis. I mean it.” the official said sternly. “Don’t make me throw you out of here.”
“I’d like to see you try, little man.” Suguitan’s words were for the zebra, but her eyes were locked on Veronica. “Lay so much as a hand on me and I’ll--”
“What?” Treymane interrupted. “Complain about it on Twitter? Tear a sign in half? You sound like Portia even before she had my ass on her face!”
Alexis’s pretty face twisted into a vulpine mask of hate. “That’s it, bytch. You just signed your own death warrant.” She stormed down the edge of the apron despite Nick’s protestations and was within seconds of sinking her claws into Veronica’s hair (or face) when a limping Rachel stalked up on her six and DRILLED the bottom edge of that marble clipboard into the back of Alexis’s right knee. The blindsided exotique let out a startled shriek and plummeted to the floor, the injured joint pulled to her chest long before she hit the ground.
“STAY. DOWN. LEX.” Raker barked at her former stablemate. “Or I’ll put you down.” she added softly.
While Castle didn’t exactly approve of the redhead’s methods, he was more than happy to return his attention to Veronica, who was still swabbing booty on an increasingly sluggish Portia Ophelia VanBuren. “I think that’s enough of that, don’t you, Veronica?”
The Dangerous Dame smiled broadly and wiggled her tush one more time. “Whatever you say, stripes.” Treymane stood up, snapped her briefs back into place and dropped to the mat amidst a thunderous ovation from the crowd. Looking over the smudgy, gasping features of the woman who’d lorded over her sister for the last few years, Veronica was sorely tempted to unleash a barrage of trashtalk, not to mention bytch slaps and straight right hands. But in the end cooler heads prevailed and she settled for grabbing a huge handful of hair. VanBuren groaned and tried to remain in the buckles when Treymane tugged, alas the challenger would not be denied and the blonde was rousted from her safe haven. Didn’t go far though, Treymane almost immediately dipped a shoulder and ‘hupped’ Baby up n’ across in a Fireman’s Carry. Then she swung around, backed into the corner and carefully climbed onto the second rope. “STORY’S OVER, MUGS!” she roared to the red-lining crowd. “IT’S TIME TO FADE TO BLACK!” With that she leapt off, twisted through a half circle and THAWHAMMED Portia into the mat a good three quarters of the way across the ring courtesy a ridiculously huge Samoan Drop! Baby bounced clear, started to sit up and was shoved back to the unforgiving mat.
FADE TO BLACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=niw_LA8WTS0
Then Veronica slid across her chest, hooked the far leg and pulled that knee up to her chin while Castle, Rachel and the FAWNatics counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Portia eased a shoulder up so late in the count that Nick threw a negating signal to the Timekeeper to keep him from ringing the bell. Dumbfounded, Veronica leaned back on her haunches and ran a hand through her hair. “Nuuuhhhhh…. not good enough…. Jersey.” Portia sputtered from somewhere in that smoldering wreckage. “You’ll never… be a champion. You and your prison rat sister… they’ll only WORK for champiUUNNNNNGGGGGHH!”
Treymane laced her hands together, raised them high overhead and brought a Double Axehandle THWHUMPING down into the pit of her antagonist’s stomach. The Trust Fund Terror sat up from the force of the strike, giving Veronica an excellent opportunity to scoot into place behind her, albeit back to. Planted on her knees, the big blonde reached back, took hold of VanBuren’s wrists and jerked her arms backward, all the better to loop them around her own shins. Leaning back put the full weight of her tush on the base of Portia’s neck AND effectively pinned the champion’s arms to the canvas, meaning the Pinstripe Powerhouse encountered no resistance when she grabbed first one knee and then the other.
The severity of her situation burned through the fog in Portia’s mind and she started shaking her head ‘no!’ over and over again. “DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, JERSEY! TRASH LIKE YOU DOESN’T AAAAAHHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAHHK STAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHP!” Veronica wrenched Portia’s slender stems forward and out, spreading them in a merciless ‘V’ that saw the pits of the champ’s knees almost level with her ears. One lucky side of the arena got to see Baby’s agonized mug and the infamous $ on her glutes at the same time, as the Touch of Evil folded her up into the most uncomfortable Matchbook in all the world.
TOUCH OF EVIL @ 8:45
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9r6HQFvQpc
Alternately tugging on and spreading her foe’s gams, Treymane also bounced in place, constantly driving the medicine ball of her backside into the base of Portia’s neck. “GIVE IT UP!” Veronica bellowed. “OR I’LL TIE YOUR ANKLES BEHIND YOUR EARS! SEE IF I DON’T, DAISY!”
“THIS TITLE’S MIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!” Portia’s retort broke off in a keening wail as the determined challenger put a little more torque on her already strained thighs. “YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS, JERSEY! I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU’LL--ALEXIS! ALEXIS GODDAMMIT, HELP ME!” Baby saw movement outside and immediately honed in on the lone remaining Associate, who’d only just now clambered to her feet. Unaware of Suguitan’s run-in with the clipboard, VanBuren addressed her protégé in her usual cool, collected way, more than ready to give up a second straight DQ loss to retain her World Championship. “GET HER OFF ME, ALEXIS! GET IN HERE AND TAKE HER OUT!”
Alexis started to comply but the Filipino Phenom locked eyes with Raker on the opposite side of the ring as she readied to leap and roll into the ring. Rachel didn’t say anything, she only raised the clipboard. That was enough. Suddenly more aware of the pain in her right knee than ever, Suguitan yelped and grasped at her damaged joint, sliding back to the floor instead of into the ring to save her boss.
"FIGHT THROUGH THE PAIN, BYTCH!" Portia raved in a delirium of anguish and disbelief. “I SAVED YOU FROM OBSCURITY! YOU OWE ME! SAVE ME FROM THIS JERSEY WHORAAAAAAAARRRRRRHHHHH SSSSHHHHHIIITTT!” Veronica pulled and stretched Baby to the breaking point. It seemed like she was doing her damndest to make Portia kiss her own ass. “STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHPP!” the Trust Fund Terror sobbed. “I QUIT! I QUIT! JUST GET THE F*CK OFFA ME!”
Castle called for the bell at once and Veronica bounded to her feet and put both hands over her mouth as the bell sounded and the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and the NEW FAWN WORLD CHAMPION…. VERONICA TREYMANE!”
Rachel slid under the bottom rope, popped up and wrapped her younger sister in a crushing hug while the capacity crowd roared their approval. When they broke apart Nick was waiting with the big gold belt. He went to hand it to Veronica, but Rachel held out a hand. “Do you mind?” The ref looked to the new champ, who nodded approval. Raker took the strap, slipped it around Treymane’s waist and snapped it tight. Then she took her by the wrist and raised it to the rafters. Castle did the same on the other side and the reaction she received almost made the blonde burst into tears.
“See this belt around my waist?” Veronica asked the camera when it drew in for a close-up of the leather and gold. “It’s not a piece of jewelry, it’s not a relic to be held for ransom, it’s a symbol of excellence. It says that on this night, in this ring, I am the BEST FAWN has to offer. Now I know there are women in the back who don’t believe that. They think they’re the best and ya know what, that’s what they SHOULD think. But this belt says otherwise and so do I. So listen up, ladies. You want a shot at me? You want a shot at this?” she smacked the shiny faceplate. “All you gotta do is ask. No rings to kiss, no hoops to jump through, just pick your corner and wait for the bell. By the time it rings again I promise you’ll know why I am the Most Dangerous Dame FAWN’s ever seen.”
To drive the point home, she slipped a boot under Portia’s side and slopped her onto her tummy. Then she raised a boot, set it atop the sequined $ and pressed down hard. Baby groaned but didn’t resist, she was too preoccupied with her physical and psychological aches and just what she was going to do with the Associate who’d failed her at the worst possible moment.
Above her, the new queen of the ring undid the belt and held it overhead with both hands, an excellent cover shot for the next issue of Gladiatrix and a perfect view to end this most triumphant Spring Break.