Post by alyadmirer on Jul 15, 2016 23:34:49 GMT
The Announcer hadn’t even risen from his seat when the speakers coughed up the sounds of heavy equipment at a construction site. Then a wailing harmonica cut through the din and those assembled for Summer Swelter sprang to their feet to welcome FAWN’s Deep Woods Destroyer. “Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Jackson, Tennessee she stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-eight pounds, she is the Tennessee Terror, the Queen of Razorback Holler, I give to you HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
HARLEY JO COLLINS:
Accompanied by the wailing harmonica and pounding drums of Godsmack‘s ‘Shine Down‘, the backwoods brawler stepped through the curtain and looked out across the crowd with an inscrutable little half smile. As was her custom, Collins was sheathed from view in a pair of shapeless denim overalls that would‘ve been sacrilege if the regulars didn’t know what came next. Even more circumspect than normal this evening, Harley Jo dug into overalls, removed a small bottle of Fireball and helped herself to a long swig. Apparently fortified by her libation, the Ace of Spades pocketed her poison and headed for the squared circle.
Collins’s long stride made short work of the aisle and would’ve done the same to the steps if she hadn’t paused at the base thereof. A hand went to her shoulders and undid the clasps on the overalls, leaving them in a puddle at her feat. Their absence revealed a black fightin’ rumble-kini, white pads and ‘Stars and Bars’ patterned boots. Once clear of the shed denim she slid under the bottom rope and pushed to her feet and strode to the middle of the ring. Arms spread wide, she turned in a slow circle that ended with a wink to the hard camera. After a few more seconds she headed to a far corner and backed into the buckles. Tonight she found herself in a rather interesting, not entirely comfortable position. The brunette certainly wasn’t afraid of the woman on the other side of the curtain, yet Harley couldn’t shake the vague notion that she was being used. She didn’t like it one bit.
With the hillbilly playing queen of the hill inside the ring, the copper-skinned beauty was a picture of calm confidence. Next to her, Portia VanBuren, without the belt proclaiming her FAWN’s best, slapped the junior and only remaining partner of VanBuren & Associates on the left shoulder.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
PORTIA OPHELIA VANBUREN:
“This is where we start the road back. Don’t overlook Collins. She’s hardnosed and put ME on the shelf, so who knows what she could do to YOU.”
Alexis’ face turned sour. It was the kind of remark she’d come to expect and live with in trade for the forward momentum being associated with Baby provided her career. And perhaps Portia without a belt would turn her attention more to a woman who could reclaim it, namely her.
Alexis pretended to listen intently to VanBuren’s final advice when a familiar refrain trumpeted through the speakers, the sound bringing back thoughts of FAWN and Portia past. Nostalgia certainly hadn’t made the fans’ hearts grow fonder, as ‘The World is Not Enough’ from Garbage couldn’t get through its sweeping instrumental opening without encountering a wall of jeers.
THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8C5NLfYdZaE
Baby smirked at the reaction to her old song and Suguitan’s current accompaniment.
The tall raven-haired grappler moved through the curtains, proceeding to center stage where she trained an imperious gaze over the FAWNatics. She spread her arms and legs wide and cast her eyes downward. Alexis was clad in her familiar and much-appreciated red velvet bra and panties with sheer red stockings on long, flawless legs that were blissfully free of boots.
By her side was the beltless Baby, many in the crowd taking time to interrupt their boos to make certain Portia understood she’s no longer a champion. VanBuren offered the FAWNatics a thrusting one-arm salute in response.
“Please, Suguitan interjected. “Tonight should be about me.”
VanBuren growled but nodded.
“Fair enough. It will be.”
Clapping her hands together overhead, Alexis started her march to the ring, striding down the ramp and aisle with no attention paid to the rabid crowd. The senior Associate followed, likewise keeping out of reach of the rabble.
As the Filipino superstar reached ringside and rose up the steps, the Announcer took to the microphone.
“And her opponent. Hailing from Manila in the Philippines. She stands five feet and eight inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is VanBuren & Associates’ junior partner, ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
Portia followed her powerhouse player up, Suguitan waiting as the slender socialite remembered she’s to take a seat on the middle rope while pushing the top strand up. Portia acceded to the junior partner, allowing Alexis to slide easily between. Moving directly to the middle of the ring, Suguitan showed a budding presence that ALMOST made people forget Portia’s in the building. However, in case that might occur, the champ shouted out to her protégé.
“Put this bytch in the hospital. Preferably in her backwoods, unglamorous burg.”
Portia’s counsel ended when the bell sounded, the former World Champion dropping off the apron following a reassuring squeeze of her protégé’s shoulder. Bolstered by Baby’s support and stratagems, Alexis strode to the center of the squared circle, her stockinged feet making quiet little ‘whicking’ sounds against the rough canvas. Harley Jo hadn’t moved since first reaching her corner, had in fact, watched the deliberations between VanBuren and the younger woman like a timber rattler that meant to do some real bad wrong.
If any of this registered with Suguitan it didn’t show on her face, only thing there was an expression of haughty exasperation. “Get out of here you web-toed piece of backwoods opossum shyt.” she snapped. “Your bill is LONG past due and it’s time I collected.”
Collins let her eyes flick to Portia for the briefest of moments. Then she honed in on the Ferocious Filipino and closed the distance in a few long strides. “Here I am, darlin’.” the lanky brunette drawled. “Now what’s so important that you felt the need to call on me with nary a civilized--”
Suguitan’s right hand flicked up and across, CRAAACKING Collins’s cheek hard enough to twist her head nearly ninety degrees. “Keep your mouth shut, shytkicker.” the catfighter snarled. “When I want your opinion I’ll make you beg for NNNGGGHHHH!”
Harley Jo answered with a short, sharp jab, almost a Rabbit Punch, that PWAAAKED Alexis square in the mouth. Alexis stamped back, one hand to her mush to better check her teeth. “If it’s a whuppin’ you’re after you could’ve just said so.” the Vicious Volunteer murmured. “What say you run your ropes and I’ll run mine. We’ll meet in the middle and discuss your concerns.”
Suguitan looked up, her dark eyes tossing sparks. “F*cking hillbilly weirdo. You’re on.” She pulled an about face and ran the ropes while Harley Jo did the same. The brunettes built up a surprising head of steam considering their relatively short runways, thus making it even more surprising when they THWOCKED together with stereo Shoulderblocks that only backed them up a step or two.
Where Alexis looked annoyed, Collins regarded her foe with the faintest trace of respect. “I’ll be. Perhaps you aren’t just another lackey after all. Another go, darlin’?”
Alexis flipped her off and hit the strands a second time. The THWHOCK was just as loud but neither woman gave more than a step or two of ground, much to Portia’s chagrin. “Stop toying with her, ‘Lex!” she smacked the mat in irritation. “Bytch may look like a Deliverance castoff, but she’s dangerous! Knock her ass down!”
Harley noted that Alexis didn’t take her eyes off her during Baby’s coaching, another small point in the youngster’s favor. “Don’t mind her, I think you’re doing a great job. Certainly hit harder than that squalling bag of sticks. What’cha say? Third time’s a charm, right?”
Alexis rolled her shoulders and dipped her head ever so slightly. “Bring it, backwoods.”
Harley did, the big brunette moving with a speed that was almost eerie in a woman known mostly for her power and brawling game. Not that Alexis was jogging by any means, she matched the Tennessee Terror stride for stride, which was why it hurt so much when Collins leapt up and THWHAPPED her feet into Suguitan’s tummy and chin! The Dropkick almost turned Alexis inside out, indeed her toes were pointed straight at the rafters when she came down on her left shoulder and hip.
RUNNING DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBuCt82WY8k
An impatient woman might’ve scrambled onto the downed battler and gone for a quick cover. Harley Jo didn’t even bother. Yes, the Dropkick was a thing of beauty and it delighted her to know the youngster’s gut was roiling, but she’d seen plenty of Alexis in action a ‘Mania or so back and she knew damned well that Portia’s last follower wasn’t going down that quick. So she took her time in crawling over to Suguitan for a handful of hair. “Up, darlin’. You don’t want people to start thinkin’ ya like bein’ down here.” No response from Suguitan, she was still trying to clear her blinking circuits. Collins didn’t take the silence personally, in truth it was a welcome respite from someone like VanBuren, who’d been born without the ability to keep her mouth shut.
Hauling the woozy brunette up with that hank of hair, Harley Jo transitioned to a perfectly legal Three Quarters Facelock and turned the both of them so their backs were to Portia. Then she rose onto her toes and dropped to one knee, all the better to somersault Alexis onto her rump with a gorgeous Snapmare. The catfighter grunted and reached for her tailbone, only to have Collins snuggle in behind and hook her left leg over Suguitan’s left arm. In the next instant she pulled Alexis’s right arm straight up and dipped beneath it, all the better to wrench the limb beneath her left armpit. Cupping her left hand around the exotique’s chin, the Hellraiser craaaaaaaaaaaaaanked backward on the modified Abdominal Stretch until Alexis grimaced and pounded her heels against the mat.
GROUNDED ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Kq2VRnCtck
Al Carpenter strolled over and would’ve checked on his charge if Harley hadn’t held up a warding hand. “Hold off a minute, stripes. It’s time I had a word with the kitten.”
“Grrrhhh…. go f*ck yourself.” Alexis snarled. “I got nothing to say to a piece of garbage like AAAAAAHHHH SHYT!”
That heretofore unoccupied hand curled into a spade and ‘SMECKED’ into Suguitan’s exposed right flank. Now Alexis was no ingénue, she’d faced some brutal talons on the carpets of her native Manila and even worse once she’d reached FAWN, but Collins’s grip was enough to make her suck in a sharp breath. “Not gonna tap out, are ya?” Harley asked even as she tried to work her fingers between the other brunette’s ribs. “I ain’t meanin’ to break ya at the moment, just wanted a minute of your time.” Alexis snarled and redoubled her efforts to escape, but didn’t expressly tell Harley to shut up, so she leaned in close and put her lips to the catfighter’s ear. “Something to mull while we’re sittin’ here pinking your ribs. What do you, Cricket Munro and Kylie Sanders all have in common?”
In no mood for Collins’s garbage, pressed her left hand into the taller woman’s encroaching thigh and applied some claw of her own. “Told you I’m not interested in your shyt, weirdo. Now let me go or get ready to bleEEERRRGGGHHH!”
Harley hooked two fingers into her opponent’s mouth and widened her smile with a remarkably unpleasant fishhook. Slipping it loose after only a few seconds, Collins reefed back on the Abdominal Stretch and murmured, “Asked you a question girl, I expect you to think on it. What do you have in common with Cricket and Kylie?”
“Nothing!” Alexis barked almost in spite of herself. “They were nothing but pathetic deadweight and I’m the future of this goddamned promotion!”
Harley smiled, shook her head ‘no’. “Good effort, but no. At one point you all thought you meant something to Portia Ophelia VanBuren.”
On the outside, Portia observed Collins whispering to Suguitan with narrowed eyes. Having experienced the redneck’s mind games herself on more than one occasion, she didn’t like the idea of Collins planting a bug (metaphorical or literal) in her Associate’s ear. “Hey, Carpenter!” she rounded the corner, smacked the apron and pointed at the tangled brunettes. “Don’t let her keep running her mouth! We both know that too much twang from that close can cause permanent brain damage!”
Harley looked up, shifted her attention to VanBuren and smiled. “Don’t worry your fragile little self none, Baby. ‘Lexis and I were just havin’ a pleasant conversation before things got too heated. We’re done now though, ain’t we ‘lexis?” Portia thought she was full of shyt and started to say as much, but then Collins let loose of the Stretch and backed off, leaving Alexis to tend to her abused midsection.
Suguitan winced as she rolled a shoulder toward Collins’ attack to stretch out the muscles on that side of her frame. Not sure why Harley Jo had let her off the fishhook but happy all the same, Alexis wheeled around the ring until she’s back in her corner, Harley Jo claiming the middle.
“Ask her what it was like when I put her on the shelf for a year. Made her consider staying far, far away from FAWN,” Harley drawled.
The Filipino Phenom growled at the lanky brunette. She’d recently had some trying times with VanBuren, a bear market as it were, but she still felt protective when someone outside the Associates attacked her mentor. For her part, Baby ignored the South Jersey.
“Don’t listen to her. Don’t listen to anyone but me,” Portia advised. “We’ve had some setbacks and everyone is sensing weakness. That’s when you have to be at your strongest. Attack. And keep attacking. You’ve got the first opportunity to pull us out of this. Take advantage.”
Alexis nodded and moved toward her foe. As HJC responded in kind, Suguitan flashed a Toe Kick at the hillbilly, but Collins caught the limb before Suguitan’s boot could reach its target.
“Whatever advice she gave you…not good,” Harley informed.
The Tennessee Terror tossed ‘Lexis’s leg away and the tawny-skinned beauty spun in a 180, Harley Jo snuggling in from behind with a Bear Hug. She gave the Associate a countrified version of the Heimlich, Alexis’ dark eyes bulging as she exhaled forcefully. Leaning back, HJ took ‘Lexis off her feet. Suguitan’s limbs flailed wildly, arms trying to reach Collins, feet searching for the canvas. Neither did for several long seconds, more oxygen leaving and her abs seizing from the pressure.
Harley Jo couldn’t keep the Filipino off the deck forever, but she continued to constrict around ‘Lexis’ tummy once Suguitan was set down. When the Associate started walking the pair of them to the ropes, Collins changed course and ripped Suguitan off her feet, tossing the copper-skinned grappler over her shoulders with a Belly-to-Back Suplex. Alexis landed heavy on her head and shoulders, somersaulting over to her chest. She cradled the back of her braincase with both hands as her boots pattered against the canvas.
Harley Jo rolled off her back and pushed to her feet. She offered a quick wink at VanBuren then moved to Suguitan, sinking her nails into her foe’s scalp.
“Ya’ever wonder why Veronica’s rocking the next gen thing to the World Title? Could it be ‘cause she’s doin’ it on her own?”
Pulled to her knees, Alexis turned and sent a balled fist into Collins’ gut. HJ doubled slightly, a gasp of surprise escaping, but a clubbing return blow to the back of Alexis’s head subdued Suguitan. Harley tugged Alexis the rest of the way up and transferred her grip to a wrist before sending Suguitan on her way with an Irish Whip.
On her foe’s rebound, Harley Jo took off like she’s been shot out of a Lookout Mountain cannon and nearly removed the Filipino’s head from her body with a Running Big Boot.
RUNNING BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMqcstOD2jY
Laid out like on a slab, Alexis clung to a shred of consciousness while, on the sidelines, Portia ran her hands through her flaxen follicles. Collins dropped next to the Associate and covered her in a Crossbody Press, hooking a leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Alexis shot a shoulder up but managed little more.
HJ seemed unconcerned and she scraped Alexis off the canvas as she rose. She’d been ‘kept away’ from Portia through the years, no doubt through payouts from the VanBuren family to Bethany Christian, and she was going to enjoy tormenting Baby, even if by proxy.
Showing her power, Collins placed a palm on the chest of the risen Alexis and another on her lower pelvis and heaved the mass of the Associate heavenward, lifting her foe in a jaw-dropping Military Press. The Vicious Volunteer kept her there, drawing cheers from the crowd, before laying out and offering her knees to the plummeting Suguitan. Alexis was gored by the bony joints with a Gutbuster, HJ’s specialty.
]DOUBLE KNEE GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HpDMRd2HtEk
A loud groan escaped Alexis’ quivering lips, Suguitan brought back to life as a gagging, belly-hugging foil for the emergence of the Tennessee Terror. As Alexis rocked on her back from side to side, embracing her copper-skinned abdomen, Harley Jo rose and took a stroll by the corner Portia inhabited.
“Come in and save her,” Collins demanded. “I’ll tell the ref to allow it, honey. Or are you facing the same problem she did when you lost your title. Neither of you have any…guts.”
“Shut your mouth and do your job. If you can, hillbilly,” Portia responded.
HJ rolled her eyes. “I expect better trash than that from you. You’re losing it in every way, aren’t you?”
Collins turned and strode back to Alexis, who’s made it to her haunches, but still wrapped one arm around her midriff, grimacing.
Harley Jo motioned Alexis to get her ass up and the flagging Filipino Phenom did so, staggering when she reaches her stockinged feet, but recovering before an advancing Collins arrives with a knee directed at the golden-brown belly of the catfighter.
Alexis managed to shift to the side and swept the lanky Volunteer by. Suguitan grabbed Harley’s long dark locks before she got out of reach and RIPPED HJ to the deck with two handfuls of hair.
The Filipino sent a stomp to Harley Jo’s forehead as Collins started to rise and when the Volunteer was sent flat to the mat from the impact, Alexis ‘facewashed’ Harley Jo with the same foot, rubbing it into her features with abandon. More humiliating than hurtful, Collins grabbed Alexis’ ankle with both hands and threw the Associate off. Redfaced, she scrambled to her feet only to be met with a Spin Kick to the temple from Suguitan.
SIDE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_dyj3F58jKk
A gobsmacked Harley Jo twisted in a wobbly pirouette until she was collected by the surging Associate. Alexis leaned the long and lanky Volunteer back in her grasp stabilizing over a bended knee. She hauled HJ up only to send her hurtling to the canvas with a ring-rattling STO Driver.
STO DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oGaIdmCPqfY
Alexis covered the blasted brunette, hooking the far leg for good measure for the...
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and Harley Jo kicked her way free, rolling to her chest and pushing up to all fours, though she seemed unable to push toward vertical any further, frozen there in a daze.
On one knee next to her, Alexis’ sensibilities emerged instantly. She nestled close to Collins’ side and swept an underhanded right in from behind, ready to sink a claw into the exposed nether regions of the veteran grappler to show off the catty attacks no one in FAWN ever had to teach her.
“AAAAAWWWWWW GAAAAWWDDAAAAMMMIT!” Harley bellowed as Suguitan applied her hateful clamp to the taller woman’s undercarriage.
Alexis only smiled and flexed her manicured nails a little bit harder, but Portia slapped the mat with both hands and pointed to the official. “Did you hear her just now! I’m sure you did! You know that nonsensical babbling is inbred Jersey for ‘I quit!’ Ring the goddamned bell!”
Al had no intention on calling off a Harley Jo Collins bout without incontrovertible proof of surrender first, but even if he had leaned in that direction, Alexis shook her head and growled, “Don’t even think about it. I’m not through making this bytch suffer.”
Collins, who’d dug her own fingers into the mat in preparation of a slog toward the ropes, flipped hair out of her eyes and managed a wheezy smirk. “Suffering? Darlin’, this ain’t no more than a mild inconvenience. Appreciate the conviction though, your boss would’ve helped herself to any shortcut she could EERRRGGGGHHHH!”
Alexis curled her left hand into an identical claw and raaaaaaaaaaaaked it across the Southerner’s eyes before cupping her chin and wrenching it backward. “She’s not my BOSS, we’re ASSOCIATES.” the red-clad exotique sneered. “And SHE’S not your problem tonight. I am, bytch.” She emphasized as much by applying even more pressure to that eye-watering Crotch Claw.
Collins groaned and might’ve crumpled to her belly if her arms hadn’t held steady at the last possible second. Keeping her breathing as shallow as possible, the penitent lovely clenched her jaw and began inching toward the ropes. Of course it had to be the side occupied by VanBuren, who was clearly enjoying every agonizing second of the embarrassing journey. Harley Jo kept her pace steady however, indeed she actually picked up the pace over the last few feet just in case Baby got cute and tried to pull the ropes out of her reach.
Portia didn’t resort to such blatant assists, choosing instead to trace a taunting finger over the Tennessean’s wrist when Collins snatched the bottom rope and demanded, “BREAK!”
“Work the count!” Portia’s words were meant for Suguitan, even though they were barked inches from Harley Jo’s nose. “Make her feel every second! You know that filthy sump hole of hers can’t--” the former FAWN World Champion trailed off into irritated silence when her protégé ended the Claw before the official even reached ‘TWO!’ on his count. About to chide Alexis for taking an unnecessary breather, Portia actually offered up a satisfied nod when the catfighter helped herself to Harley Jo’s hair and pulled her up just high enough to drape throat-first over the middle rope.
“Don’t even think about it, Alexis.” Al warned the Penthouse Panther even as she grabbed the top rope in both hands and put her right foot between Collins’s shoulders.
Shifting focus to the ref for the briefest of moments, Suguitan cooed, “Go ahead, disqualify me. Then there’s NOTHING to keep me from beating your lame ass.” The zebra had a response that wasn’t quite politic, not that Alexis waited around to hear it. Rather she climbed up onto the taller woman’s back and pushed down with both feet while simultaneously jerking up on the rubber-coated steel. Harley Jo flailed and writhed but height and power meant nothing when you had no leverage. In the end she was forced to rely on the kindness of Al Carpenter, unfortunately it only kicked in after a seemingly eternal ‘FOUR!’ count.
Finally feeling confident with Collins retching and massaging her throat, Suguitan leaned into the ropes to better address her employer. “I appreciate the support, Portia. Really I do. But I don’t need running commentary on how to bring you her head. Just step back and watch me do what I do best.”
A shadow flickered across the blonde’s face, but not so fast that Alexis didn’t see it. Once it was gone the Sinister Socialite raised her hands and did as suggested. “All right. You’ve got a plan and it’s working. Keep it up.”
The Ferocious Filipino meant to do exactly that, if the double claw she sank into Harley Jo’s hair was any indication. Muscling the weak-kneed battler to boot-leather in a series of fits and starts, Suguitan turned Collins around and promptly clouted her across the tits. “You want this to end, Deliverance? All you gotta do is beg for Portia’s mercy!” Alexis illustrated the merits of this suggestion by pounding Harley Jo’s bra a second time.
Collins hooked an arm over the supporting strands, then smirked, yes, smirked in Alexis’s face. “Why in the hell would I do that? Portia ain’t never put any sorta hurt on me, not like this one, anyway. Oh and by the way, breakKUUNNNNGGGGHH!” Harley Jo almost doubled over as Alexis slammed the beefy plank of her left thigh across that vulnerable tummy.
The tawny import didn’t let her get that far though, she helped herself HJC’s hair and angled her head and upper body through the space between top and middle ropes. “Get her out of the ropes, Alexis.” Al’s tone had reached that of an exasperated teacher who would brook no more foolishness. “I mean it, I’ve disqualified Portia before and I’ll--”
Alexis raised both hands and took a single step backward. “All right, ALL RIGHT! Damn, just stop talking! How the hell does Jacobs put up with your mouth?”
The lanky black & white sighed. “I’ll have you know she--”
Suguitan snatched hold of Harley’s left wrist, stepped in close then jerked back with all her strength to TWANG her prey’s throat against the top rope in a cruelly improvised Hot Shot! Collins’s head snapped back and she immediately dropped to one knee, coughing, gagging and generally sounding awful while Alexis loomed over her, hands on her hips.
PENTHOUSE HOT SHOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MINZmV3-CR8
“You may be hot shyt in Bumblef*ck B.F.E. or wherever the hell it is freaks like you come from.” Suguitan sneered down at the breathless beauty. “But this ring is just another penthouse. And bytch, NOBODY owns a penthouse like Alexis Suguitan.”
Harley Jo didn’t have the wind to offer any cogent response, so the Filipino Phenom cupped her ears in both hands and dragged her away from the (supposed) safety of the ropes. Pausing dead center of the squared circle, Suguitan muscled Collins to her feet and immediately doubled her over with a Toe Kick. “Get your camera out, Baby!” Alexis told her mentor after she’d drew the Tennessee Terror’s head between her thighs. “You’re gonna want a picture of this!”
VanBuren didn’t look entirely sold, but she produced a gold-plated smart phone worth more than the GNP of some developing nations and trained it on the ring. Truth be told, her expression did brighten when Alexis slipped her arms under the Southerner’s biceps and worked her fingers into opposing trunks. “That’s it!” Baby cheered. “Peel ‘em right off her nasty back!”
Alexis nodded agreement. “You can have ‘em for your trophy casWHOOAAAHH SHHIIIIITT!”
Exhalation turned to horrified surprise when Collins dipped her knees and sloooowly straightened up. Alexis kicked her legs in a valiant effort to return even a single foot to the canvas, alas Harley Jo’s height made all the difference and it wasn’t long before the Vicious Volunteer was standing tall with Alexis draped down her back like the world’s most unwilling cape.
“HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO LET HER KEEP CHEATING, CARPENTER?” Portia leapt to the apron in defense of her last Associate, “PUT A STOP TO THIS RIGHT NOW!”
Not about to let the official deal with Portia’s meddling, Collins took a step back and answered, “He can’t stop it, darlin’. Neither can you.” She pushed up to tiptoe, then dropped to her tush, just THWHONKING the crown of Alexis’s skull into the canvas with an improvised Fire Thunder Driver. Though primarily known for her gut-busting offense, Collins clearly knew a thing or two about head drops as well, as Suguitan popped off her back to land in an insensate sprawl just behind the resurgent Southerner.
THINGS GOIN' SOUTH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-m-QipiMt88
Harley Jo pivoted to make the cover on the flattened Filipino, grabbing her near leg and pressing Alexis into a Half Matchbook for...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Suguitan shoved a shoulder up to the great disappointment of the FAWNatics. Portia wiped her brow of perspiration and slapped the canvas in a staccato burst to get Alexis off her back, but it’s Collins who obliged her, instead of a remarkable recovery from her junior partner in VB&A.
The Vicious Volunteer lifted Suguitan to a seated position then swung a long lean leg over a shoulder to make sure she stayed grounded. The brunette wrapped her left arm under and around the copper-skinned beauty’s chin and drew her back in a modified Dragon maneuver. But instead of securing a full Sleeper with her opposite arm, she added a nasty belly claw to the golden-brown expanse of Alexis’ midriff.
An expert in the abdominal arts, Collins RIPPED into the Filipino’s tummy, sinking her digits deep before flexing her palm and fingers, gnawing her way into the ab wall of her foe, digging soft grunts and mewls from ‘Lexis. Suguitan’s face was etched in anguish while Collins showed equal parts concentration and pleasure.
“Now. Now you can give it up, darlin’,” Harley Jo informed.
She dug her nails in farther still and twisted the meat she’s gathered. Alexis yelped, sweat pouring down her face. She shook her head ‘no’ when Al asked and Portia added a loud “HELL NO!” just in case.
“That’s some health care you provide to your employees,” HJ offered, as she stared over at VanBuren, loving to rattle Portia’s cage.
I’m not her employ…AHHHHGAWWWD.”
Alexis’ voice ended in a significantly higher volume when Harley Jo worked her Belly Claw like the old hand she was. And when she pulled her talons free and pounded the meaty bottom of a fist one…two…three times into the still pink indentations, Alexis’ yelps turned to guttural groans in quick succession.
Collins dismounted and pulled Alexis up with her, Suguitan still doubled over and moaning from the ravaging of her tummy. Unsurprisingly, the Tennessee Terror was far from done with her specialty.
From Alexis’ side, the lanky brunette tugged Suguitan’s left arm between her own thighs, thumping it into her crotch hard enough to bring an ‘eep’ from Alexis and lift the catfighter to tiptoes. From there, Harley Jo stretched her frame across Alexis’ back and swept under the Associate’s opposite arm.
With her ‘Pumphandle’ secured, Collins vaulted Alexis into the air, spun her in midair, and lets gravity take its course, Suguitan dropping across bended knee with another Gutbuster.
PUMPHANDLE GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8pZOnlnByFE
Harley Jo shoved the gagging grappler off her bony joint, Alexis slopping to her back. HJ mounted her foe in a Schoolgirl Press this time, apparently feeling confident her foe’s roiling tummy would keep her frozen in place for...
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
It’s more like half a split-second keeping Collins from the win and the fans from a roaring celebration as Alexis seemed to have learned the art of stubbornness from Portia at the very least.
VanBuren pumped a fist when she saw Suguitan survive by the slimmest of margins. She demanded Alexis escape the clutches of the backwoods bully to have a powwow with the lead Associate on the outside. Suguitan made some progress toward that end, but Collins, on her feet next to a crawling Alexis, put an end to her travels with a punt to the Filipino’s ribs, sending Alexis barrel rolling into a retching puddle.
Harley Jo shifted her attention to Baby.
“This really works better, doesn’t it?” Collins asked. “You let another woman take the beating you deserve. I get stiffer competition. The people get a better match. Everybody wins.”
Portia swallowed her response, flushing a petulant pink as she stared emerald lasers through the South Jersey hillbilly.
“Shut your mouth and do your job,” Portia hissed nearly under earshot of Collins.
“Thanks, hon. I will. And you don’t even have to compensate. Seeing your face and her limp body when she loses is more than enough.”
Collins returned to a still gasping Alexis, giving her a ‘I haven’t forgotten you’ stomp to the navel that had Suguitan choking all over again. Alexis rolled to her back to remove any opportunity for another boot or another immediate pinning attempt.
It did prevent that but not from HJ securing a Chinlock and using it to wrench the faltering Alexis to her feet once more, the veteran becoming perilously close to toying with the overmatched Associate.
Harley Jo turned Suguitan to face her and ducked with arms wide to accept the wobbly Filipino into her Crossbody grip, lifting and backflipping Alexis in her arms on the way to another bended knee belly breaker HJ monikered the Trailer Park Drop.
But Alexis added a little extra ‘oomph’ behind her flip and landed on her feet next to the startled Collins. Suguitan THUMPED a lifted knee into the brunette’s gut, providing a modicum of payback. But she quickly planned to add more. Pulling the lowered head of Collins into a Front Facelock, Alexis tossed Harley Jo’s arm over the back of her neck and reached for her lower pelvis.
Suguitan finally got a chance to show she also had not a little bit of power behind her, forcing the tall Tennessean vertical, heels over head, before dropping her face and chest first to the canvas with a Gourdbuster.
GOURBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2E9GxNMdCE
Collins spun to her back, eyes wide, spreading in a starfish. But Alexis dropped to one knee in recovery mode instead of going for a pin.
“ALEXIS!” Portia shouted, drawing the gaze and ire of the junior partner.
VanBuren motions to the momentarily waylaid Volunteer who was already sitting up.
“You might want to…”
Portia lett the finish of the sentence come to Alexis and the raven-haired beauty growled but nods at her mentor.
“I might,” she whispered to herself.
Letting the growl grow into a full throated roar (both because she was understandably angry and to stifle a possible groan) Alexis rounded on Harley Jo, snatched a double handful of hair and BWONKED the back of her head into the apron as hard as she could. “Keep off the hair, Alexis! You‘re better than that!” Carpenter warned at once.
“She doesn’t need you to tell her that!” Portia scoffed. “Of COURSE she’s better, she’s my assoc--partner!”
Suguitan, who’d already removed her talons from Collins’s tresses, kept her eyes locked on the grounded brunette as she whispered, “Don’t need you to tell me either, Baby.”
‘Baby’ was still on her lips when she planted her left shin atop Harley’s right bicep to keep that limb pinned in place. As simple as it was brilliant, this seemingly minor precaution meant the Tennessee Terror had only one of those hateful claws for defense once the Penthouse Panther wrapped both hands around her throat and started to squeeze. Eyes snapping open as soon as her air was cut off, Collins reached up to grab at her attacker’s face but Alexis twisted her head to the side and drew back as best she could. Doing so kept her face away from the Southerner’s questing fingers, unfortunately her hair was well within reach and HJC put a kink in her neck with a single savage yank.
“Enough, both of you!” Al swatted his brunettes on the shoulder in hopes of ending the catty exchange. Fat chance, the tangled lovelies only put that much more strength into their respective grips, forcing the beleaguered zebra to start his count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOU--”
Alexis released and jabbed her thumbs into Collins’s eyes to end the hair pull in a single stroke. “Excellent work, Alexis!” VanBuren pounded the mat, then clapped several times as her protégé scraped the blinded buffoon off the canvas. “Drop her on her head! She’s not that smart to begin with, put her lights out and we can destroy her at our leisure!”
Suguitan didn’t much feel like sharing her prey after the hell she’d been through over the last few minutes, but she didn’t feel like wasting breath either, so she maintained a hardworking silence while reeling the other brunette’s head into a Front Facelock. Under normal working conditions Portia forbade any reference to the Black Queen and that included Brainbusters of all types, however Suguitan was of the mind that this was HER fight and Portia wanted the lanky bytch dropped on her head, didn’t she? Figuring it was better to ask forgiveness than permission, Alexis hooked a strong handful of black waistband, dipped her knees and “UUUNNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!”
Her knees almost buckled when Harley Jo reached up and sank a claw into her right flank. Leaning into her adversary to stay upright, Alexis tried to blast a knee into her opponent’s ribs, alas the fire in her gut kept both boots rooted to the mat.
“FIGHT THROUGH IT, ‘LEXIS!” Portia barked. “IF I CAN DO IT, SO CAN YOU!”
Alexis *almost* coughed ‘When have you done this?’ Instead she kicked her feet forward and laid out on her back to THWHONK Collins’s forehead into the mat with a huge DDT. Harley Jo somersaulted onto her back and didn’t move, this giving Alexis all the time she needed to drape an exhausted arm over her chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Collins lifted a shoulder, breaking the count.
“STAND HER BACK UP!” Portia right back to coaching, even before her girl could push to one knee and catch her breath. “Hook the Panty Peeler in again! She’s not strong enough to block it twice!”
Alexis kept her head down so the blonde couldn’t see the grimace of pain on her face. It certainly wasn’t a lack of desire on her part, in fact there was nothing in the world she’d like better than splitting Collins up the middle en route to a humiliating victory, but the older woman’s claws were MURDER. Hitting the Gourdbuster earlier was pure adrenaline, when she’d tried the Brainbuster it felt like her midsection was going to rip like wet tissue paper and that was before another round of the goddamned claw.
Portia didn’t hear or see these deliberations of course, she only the last remaining member of her organization wasting precious time when there was a Jersey in need of stomping. “REST ON YOUR OWN TIME, ALEXIS!” the former World Champion snarled. “MAKE THAT BYTCH SUFFER!”
Nodding more to herself than VanBuren, Suguitan collected the other brunette’s hair and hauled her to boot-leather in a series of pained jerks. A Toe Kick to the navel treated Collins to the briefest taste of her own medicine and allowed the Ferocious Filipino to apply a Standing Headscissors. Minimal pressure was applied to the squeeze itself, Alexis focused all her efforts on butterflying the taller wrestler’s arms. Finding a smile once her splayed fingers found Harley Jo’s black briefs, Suguitan dipped her knees and YAAAAAAAAAAAANKED up on the wedgie at the same time as she hoisted / spun the vulnerable brunette off her feet. T’was an impressive sight no doubt, Collins turned over in midair like a Flyweight and THWHAMMED to the mat with resounding force. It was without question the most emphatic Panty Peeler the powerful exotique had ever delivered, which made it all the more baffling to fan and detractor alike when Suguitan twisted onto her side and curled into a loose ball without ever going for the pin.
Carpenter flew to her side, the often gawky looking ref demonstrating an unusual grace in tending to the downed battler. “Where does it hurt, Alexis?” he asked quietly. “Point if you can’t tell me.” He’d half expected some rasping curse, which made it all the more startling when Suguitan put a hand to her ribs and patted them ever so gently.
“Here.” she indicated the focus of Collins’s clawing. “Hurts to breathe.”
Al moved her hand aside and prodded as gently as he could. “It doesn’t feel like anything’s broken.” he said after a few seconds. “But if you don’t think you can continue just say the word and I’ll--”
“DON’T YOU DARE!” Portia screamed from the outside. “YOU QUIT ONCE, ALEXIS! NEVER AGAIN! GIVE HER A STANDING TEN, CARPENTER! SHE’LL BE FINE!”
The ref didn’t even acknowledge VanBuren, focusing instead on Suguitan. “Your call, Lex. What do you say?”
“Ten count.” she answered through gritted teeth. “That’s all I need.” Looking doubtful, Carpenter stood up and backed off a few steps. Elsewhere, Harley Jo Collins watched the action from one knee with an expression that was impossible to identify. “Take a breather, Harley.” Al advised her. “You could both use this.”
The Vicious Volunteer made no comment, choosing instead to watch as Al and the FAWNatics started to count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE--”
Alexis groaned, sat up and clambered to verticality with practically no time left on the clock.
“Why you puttin’ yourself through this, girl’?” Collins’s voice was curiously free of malice. “I busted you up inside, everyone in this building can see that, yourself included. Ain’t no shame in not gettin’ up when you can’t.”
Suguitan sucked in a deep breath that hurt like fire. “That’s the thing, Collins. I CAN get up. Now step up so I can kick your skinny redneck ass.”
Harley actually took a step back to look the other brunette up and down. “You’re asking for trouble, girl. Hospital trouble Understand me?”
Suguitan raised both hands, beckoned her forward. “Get over here, trailer trash.”
The Tennessee Terror sighed, then raised her hands and came on fast. Alexis moved in to meet her, did in fact get her hands into the veteran’s hair a heartbeat before Collins pivoted on one foot and THWHUMPED a knee into her belly. Alexis retched, doubled over and might’ve collapsed to her knees if Harley Jo hadn’t snatched a handful of hair. Hauling her up, she reached for a wrist and “EERRGGGHHH!”
Suguitan raked her across the eyes, secured her own Wristlock and slung Collins into the NO! HJC dug in her heels and hurled Alexis to the ropes in her place. Only vaguely aware of Portia watching from her place on the other side of the ropes, Alexis turned around, hit the strands and--something hooked her left foot and she stumbled hard, almost falling in the process. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” the stunned exotique shouted down at her mentor. “ALL THAT ADVICE AND YOU CAN’T NNNNGGGHHH!”
Harley Jo caught her with an Elbow Smash to the back of the head, slopping Suguitan into the ropes. Crowding in against her back, the limber brunette curled her left arm over Alexis’s left shoulder and slipped her right hand through the younger woman’s legs to apply a grip to her undercarriage. Alexis’s eyes went wide with pain, followed by shock when Collins dipped down and popped her hips to fling the Penthouse Panther up, over and DOWN onto her brutalized belly courtesy an Inverted Exploder.
INVERTED EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A301jbTsoq4
Alexis bounced to one knee, put a hand against the mat and damned if she didn’t rise up on THWHACK! Harley rushed in like a freight train, leaned back on her right foot and just drove her left shin into the other woman’s face full force. The catfighter went down at once, her stockinged feet pointing into the rafters when the back of her aching head collided with the canvas.
MOONSHINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2QFtli1VXQ8
Well and thoroughly plastered by that dose of Moonshine, a glassy-eyed Alexis offered no complaint when Collins planted that hateful left shin across her chest, hooked her right leg up tight and pulled it forward in a domineering half matchbook. Heartbeats later Carpenter swooped in beside the brunette pile and counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Harley Jo nodded when the bell clanged, but she didn’t relinquish the cover. Instead she leaned down and whispered something in Suguitan’s ear. Whatever passed between them would remain a mystery, as the Announcer overrode everything with his proclamation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
Tossing away the insensate limb without a second look, the Vicious Volunteer stood up and went straight to Portia’s side of the squared circle. “I know damned well what you did here tonight.” she told Baby, who’s expression remained carefully neutral. “And I’m going to let it slide just this once because I wanted to know what your girl had in the tank. Now I do. So if you even THINK about using me to do your dirty work again, I’ll ruin your other knee.”
Portia’s patrician features could’ve been carved from marble. “Are you done, Harley?”
“For now.”
“Then would you kindly vacate the premises so I can tend to my Associate?” Collins regarded her for a moment, shook her head ever so slightly and slipped through the ropes, making sure to land within inches of VanBuren. Portia didn’t flinch, just maintained that icy cool until Collins was more than halfway up the ramp.
Fortune’s Favorite turned to the mess in the ring. Dressed in a black mini, hopping to the canvas from the floor might be a little tricky, so Baby sidled to the steps and made her way up, shaking her head as she did. At the top, she called for a microphone, the crowd getting increasingly nervous at that request.
The blonde slipped through the ropes and kicked off her pumps, moving to the softly stirring Suguitan.
“You don’t think I know?” Portia asked rhetorically. “The attitude. The backtalk.”
Baby hovered over the Filipino Phenom, standing in a straddle above her. She reached down a right hand and a seemingly confused Alexis reflexively reached back for help up. But instead, Portia slapped the hand away then paintbrushed her Associate’s face, drawing a huge ‘oooooh’ from the crowd.
“I’m to stand idly by while you decide when VB&A comes to an end? On your whim? YOU ALREADY COST ME THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP and I’m supposed to allow you that too?”
VanBuren drove a stomp into Alexis’ golden-brown midriff, sending her retching to a seated position and Baby followed with a knee to the chin that flattened the junior member.
“It doesn’t work that way, bytch. I’m the one to declare this Association over…NOT YOU!”
Portia backpedaled, dropped the mic, and plucked Alexis’ ankles off the mat, spreading the long, powerful legs wide. Still in a stupor, Suguitan had enough awareness to understand her predicament and she pled her case, shaking her head and ‘washing windows’ with her palms.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Portia! Honestly, I don’t!”
“Really? No idea? You’re just like Raker. Looking for the right time to stab me in the back. I taught you everything you know. And you should have known to stop Treymane. Then you believe you’re an equal? An equal to me? Bytch, don’t even.”
VanBuren raised her right stockinged foot and let it linger over Alexis’ kitty.
“I made…made…a mistake is all,” Suguitan stammered. “But if you do this, YOU’LL be making the biggest one of your life.”
Portia’s lips pursed in a creased smirk and, wordlessly, she viciously SLAMMED her foot into Alexis’ crotch. The raven-haired grappler spasmed, her hands rushing between her thighs as she ‘crunched’ her way to a ‘V’ position. Portia ground the foot into Suguitan’s privates, Alexis mewling, her dark eyes welling.
“Bad time to threaten me,” VanBuren informed.
Portia continued to grind her foot into the tender tissue.
“Consider this your pink slip.”
Baby removed her invading sole and watched as Alexis collapsed into a ball around the blasted pussy and her shredded abdomen. Portia lowered into a kneeling straddle, stretching Alexis out of her tuck.
“However, there is the matter of your severance.”
The slender socialite laid into Alexis’ flawless features with a series of fists, piling up a dozen before sliding her forward-facing mount to the Filipino’s chest.
“You know what comes next. And if you don’t catch the first plane back to Manilla, it’ll happen again and again.”
Baby waggles her derriere up and over Alexis’ chin, rubbing her undercarriage into the mug of her former Associate as she spun in a 180. Settling in a Reverse Face Sit, Alexis’ muffled cries vibrate against her crotch.
Cutting off Alexis’ air supply was not nearly enough however and Portia reached forward to collect Suguitan’s frozen, lower limbs. The copper-skinned beauty sucked in a few deep breaths but quickly VanBuren had the legs matchbooked in her possession and dropped her cheeks back on the greasy face of the former Associate.
Baby transferred the cradle to her left arm and walked her right set of fingers to Alexis’ crotch, slipping them under Suguitan’s red stain panties and sinking them in, nails to skin.
The clenching claw set Alexis to bucking, but Portia was an expert in riding out the efforts to escape and when Suguitan’s flails lessened, Portia’s increase.
The blonde bastion of bytchiness pumped her undercarriage forward and back across the features on the semiconscious Suguitan, faster and faster. She released Alexis’ leaden legs and planted her palms on Suguitan’s bosom, squeezing the satiny flesh as she bit her lower lip. Increasing her pace, it’s Portia who started to moan, sticking a couple fingers underneath to assist Alexis’ nose and lips, until a tremor shook Portia’s frame and the ride slowed to a stop. Resting atop the ‘fired’ Filipino, Baby swept both hands over her drenched face and through her matted flaxen locks.
Baby rose from her seat to her knees, Alexis’ mug coated with more than a sheen of sweat. VanBuren snatched the microphone and drew it to trembling lips.
“Best work you’ve ever done with us,” Baby informed.
She struggled to her feet, spent, and planted a foot on the tummy of the unconscious Phenom.
“Whoever wakes her up, tell her she has twenty-four hours to vacate this state and forty-eight hours for the country. Or I WILL do this again until she leaves.”
The jeers were eardrum-abusing but Portia paid them no mind, dropping the mic on Alexis’ chest, VanBuren looking thoroughly satisfied in more ways than one.
She’d had the final ‘word’ in the dissolution of VB&A and that was worth, well, not more than money, but it felt awfully good.
HARLEY JO COLLINS:
Accompanied by the wailing harmonica and pounding drums of Godsmack‘s ‘Shine Down‘, the backwoods brawler stepped through the curtain and looked out across the crowd with an inscrutable little half smile. As was her custom, Collins was sheathed from view in a pair of shapeless denim overalls that would‘ve been sacrilege if the regulars didn’t know what came next. Even more circumspect than normal this evening, Harley Jo dug into overalls, removed a small bottle of Fireball and helped herself to a long swig. Apparently fortified by her libation, the Ace of Spades pocketed her poison and headed for the squared circle.
Collins’s long stride made short work of the aisle and would’ve done the same to the steps if she hadn’t paused at the base thereof. A hand went to her shoulders and undid the clasps on the overalls, leaving them in a puddle at her feat. Their absence revealed a black fightin’ rumble-kini, white pads and ‘Stars and Bars’ patterned boots. Once clear of the shed denim she slid under the bottom rope and pushed to her feet and strode to the middle of the ring. Arms spread wide, she turned in a slow circle that ended with a wink to the hard camera. After a few more seconds she headed to a far corner and backed into the buckles. Tonight she found herself in a rather interesting, not entirely comfortable position. The brunette certainly wasn’t afraid of the woman on the other side of the curtain, yet Harley couldn’t shake the vague notion that she was being used. She didn’t like it one bit.
With the hillbilly playing queen of the hill inside the ring, the copper-skinned beauty was a picture of calm confidence. Next to her, Portia VanBuren, without the belt proclaiming her FAWN’s best, slapped the junior and only remaining partner of VanBuren & Associates on the left shoulder.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
PORTIA OPHELIA VANBUREN:
“This is where we start the road back. Don’t overlook Collins. She’s hardnosed and put ME on the shelf, so who knows what she could do to YOU.”
Alexis’ face turned sour. It was the kind of remark she’d come to expect and live with in trade for the forward momentum being associated with Baby provided her career. And perhaps Portia without a belt would turn her attention more to a woman who could reclaim it, namely her.
Alexis pretended to listen intently to VanBuren’s final advice when a familiar refrain trumpeted through the speakers, the sound bringing back thoughts of FAWN and Portia past. Nostalgia certainly hadn’t made the fans’ hearts grow fonder, as ‘The World is Not Enough’ from Garbage couldn’t get through its sweeping instrumental opening without encountering a wall of jeers.
THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8C5NLfYdZaE
Baby smirked at the reaction to her old song and Suguitan’s current accompaniment.
The tall raven-haired grappler moved through the curtains, proceeding to center stage where she trained an imperious gaze over the FAWNatics. She spread her arms and legs wide and cast her eyes downward. Alexis was clad in her familiar and much-appreciated red velvet bra and panties with sheer red stockings on long, flawless legs that were blissfully free of boots.
By her side was the beltless Baby, many in the crowd taking time to interrupt their boos to make certain Portia understood she’s no longer a champion. VanBuren offered the FAWNatics a thrusting one-arm salute in response.
“Please, Suguitan interjected. “Tonight should be about me.”
VanBuren growled but nodded.
“Fair enough. It will be.”
Clapping her hands together overhead, Alexis started her march to the ring, striding down the ramp and aisle with no attention paid to the rabid crowd. The senior Associate followed, likewise keeping out of reach of the rabble.
As the Filipino superstar reached ringside and rose up the steps, the Announcer took to the microphone.
“And her opponent. Hailing from Manila in the Philippines. She stands five feet and eight inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is VanBuren & Associates’ junior partner, ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
Portia followed her powerhouse player up, Suguitan waiting as the slender socialite remembered she’s to take a seat on the middle rope while pushing the top strand up. Portia acceded to the junior partner, allowing Alexis to slide easily between. Moving directly to the middle of the ring, Suguitan showed a budding presence that ALMOST made people forget Portia’s in the building. However, in case that might occur, the champ shouted out to her protégé.
“Put this bytch in the hospital. Preferably in her backwoods, unglamorous burg.”
Portia’s counsel ended when the bell sounded, the former World Champion dropping off the apron following a reassuring squeeze of her protégé’s shoulder. Bolstered by Baby’s support and stratagems, Alexis strode to the center of the squared circle, her stockinged feet making quiet little ‘whicking’ sounds against the rough canvas. Harley Jo hadn’t moved since first reaching her corner, had in fact, watched the deliberations between VanBuren and the younger woman like a timber rattler that meant to do some real bad wrong.
If any of this registered with Suguitan it didn’t show on her face, only thing there was an expression of haughty exasperation. “Get out of here you web-toed piece of backwoods opossum shyt.” she snapped. “Your bill is LONG past due and it’s time I collected.”
Collins let her eyes flick to Portia for the briefest of moments. Then she honed in on the Ferocious Filipino and closed the distance in a few long strides. “Here I am, darlin’.” the lanky brunette drawled. “Now what’s so important that you felt the need to call on me with nary a civilized--”
Suguitan’s right hand flicked up and across, CRAAACKING Collins’s cheek hard enough to twist her head nearly ninety degrees. “Keep your mouth shut, shytkicker.” the catfighter snarled. “When I want your opinion I’ll make you beg for NNNGGGHHHH!”
Harley Jo answered with a short, sharp jab, almost a Rabbit Punch, that PWAAAKED Alexis square in the mouth. Alexis stamped back, one hand to her mush to better check her teeth. “If it’s a whuppin’ you’re after you could’ve just said so.” the Vicious Volunteer murmured. “What say you run your ropes and I’ll run mine. We’ll meet in the middle and discuss your concerns.”
Suguitan looked up, her dark eyes tossing sparks. “F*cking hillbilly weirdo. You’re on.” She pulled an about face and ran the ropes while Harley Jo did the same. The brunettes built up a surprising head of steam considering their relatively short runways, thus making it even more surprising when they THWOCKED together with stereo Shoulderblocks that only backed them up a step or two.
Where Alexis looked annoyed, Collins regarded her foe with the faintest trace of respect. “I’ll be. Perhaps you aren’t just another lackey after all. Another go, darlin’?”
Alexis flipped her off and hit the strands a second time. The THWHOCK was just as loud but neither woman gave more than a step or two of ground, much to Portia’s chagrin. “Stop toying with her, ‘Lex!” she smacked the mat in irritation. “Bytch may look like a Deliverance castoff, but she’s dangerous! Knock her ass down!”
Harley noted that Alexis didn’t take her eyes off her during Baby’s coaching, another small point in the youngster’s favor. “Don’t mind her, I think you’re doing a great job. Certainly hit harder than that squalling bag of sticks. What’cha say? Third time’s a charm, right?”
Alexis rolled her shoulders and dipped her head ever so slightly. “Bring it, backwoods.”
Harley did, the big brunette moving with a speed that was almost eerie in a woman known mostly for her power and brawling game. Not that Alexis was jogging by any means, she matched the Tennessee Terror stride for stride, which was why it hurt so much when Collins leapt up and THWHAPPED her feet into Suguitan’s tummy and chin! The Dropkick almost turned Alexis inside out, indeed her toes were pointed straight at the rafters when she came down on her left shoulder and hip.
RUNNING DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBuCt82WY8k
An impatient woman might’ve scrambled onto the downed battler and gone for a quick cover. Harley Jo didn’t even bother. Yes, the Dropkick was a thing of beauty and it delighted her to know the youngster’s gut was roiling, but she’d seen plenty of Alexis in action a ‘Mania or so back and she knew damned well that Portia’s last follower wasn’t going down that quick. So she took her time in crawling over to Suguitan for a handful of hair. “Up, darlin’. You don’t want people to start thinkin’ ya like bein’ down here.” No response from Suguitan, she was still trying to clear her blinking circuits. Collins didn’t take the silence personally, in truth it was a welcome respite from someone like VanBuren, who’d been born without the ability to keep her mouth shut.
Hauling the woozy brunette up with that hank of hair, Harley Jo transitioned to a perfectly legal Three Quarters Facelock and turned the both of them so their backs were to Portia. Then she rose onto her toes and dropped to one knee, all the better to somersault Alexis onto her rump with a gorgeous Snapmare. The catfighter grunted and reached for her tailbone, only to have Collins snuggle in behind and hook her left leg over Suguitan’s left arm. In the next instant she pulled Alexis’s right arm straight up and dipped beneath it, all the better to wrench the limb beneath her left armpit. Cupping her left hand around the exotique’s chin, the Hellraiser craaaaaaaaaaaaaanked backward on the modified Abdominal Stretch until Alexis grimaced and pounded her heels against the mat.
GROUNDED ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Kq2VRnCtck
Al Carpenter strolled over and would’ve checked on his charge if Harley hadn’t held up a warding hand. “Hold off a minute, stripes. It’s time I had a word with the kitten.”
“Grrrhhh…. go f*ck yourself.” Alexis snarled. “I got nothing to say to a piece of garbage like AAAAAAHHHH SHYT!”
That heretofore unoccupied hand curled into a spade and ‘SMECKED’ into Suguitan’s exposed right flank. Now Alexis was no ingénue, she’d faced some brutal talons on the carpets of her native Manila and even worse once she’d reached FAWN, but Collins’s grip was enough to make her suck in a sharp breath. “Not gonna tap out, are ya?” Harley asked even as she tried to work her fingers between the other brunette’s ribs. “I ain’t meanin’ to break ya at the moment, just wanted a minute of your time.” Alexis snarled and redoubled her efforts to escape, but didn’t expressly tell Harley to shut up, so she leaned in close and put her lips to the catfighter’s ear. “Something to mull while we’re sittin’ here pinking your ribs. What do you, Cricket Munro and Kylie Sanders all have in common?”
In no mood for Collins’s garbage, pressed her left hand into the taller woman’s encroaching thigh and applied some claw of her own. “Told you I’m not interested in your shyt, weirdo. Now let me go or get ready to bleEEERRRGGGHHH!”
Harley hooked two fingers into her opponent’s mouth and widened her smile with a remarkably unpleasant fishhook. Slipping it loose after only a few seconds, Collins reefed back on the Abdominal Stretch and murmured, “Asked you a question girl, I expect you to think on it. What do you have in common with Cricket and Kylie?”
“Nothing!” Alexis barked almost in spite of herself. “They were nothing but pathetic deadweight and I’m the future of this goddamned promotion!”
Harley smiled, shook her head ‘no’. “Good effort, but no. At one point you all thought you meant something to Portia Ophelia VanBuren.”
On the outside, Portia observed Collins whispering to Suguitan with narrowed eyes. Having experienced the redneck’s mind games herself on more than one occasion, she didn’t like the idea of Collins planting a bug (metaphorical or literal) in her Associate’s ear. “Hey, Carpenter!” she rounded the corner, smacked the apron and pointed at the tangled brunettes. “Don’t let her keep running her mouth! We both know that too much twang from that close can cause permanent brain damage!”
Harley looked up, shifted her attention to VanBuren and smiled. “Don’t worry your fragile little self none, Baby. ‘Lexis and I were just havin’ a pleasant conversation before things got too heated. We’re done now though, ain’t we ‘lexis?” Portia thought she was full of shyt and started to say as much, but then Collins let loose of the Stretch and backed off, leaving Alexis to tend to her abused midsection.
Suguitan winced as she rolled a shoulder toward Collins’ attack to stretch out the muscles on that side of her frame. Not sure why Harley Jo had let her off the fishhook but happy all the same, Alexis wheeled around the ring until she’s back in her corner, Harley Jo claiming the middle.
“Ask her what it was like when I put her on the shelf for a year. Made her consider staying far, far away from FAWN,” Harley drawled.
The Filipino Phenom growled at the lanky brunette. She’d recently had some trying times with VanBuren, a bear market as it were, but she still felt protective when someone outside the Associates attacked her mentor. For her part, Baby ignored the South Jersey.
“Don’t listen to her. Don’t listen to anyone but me,” Portia advised. “We’ve had some setbacks and everyone is sensing weakness. That’s when you have to be at your strongest. Attack. And keep attacking. You’ve got the first opportunity to pull us out of this. Take advantage.”
Alexis nodded and moved toward her foe. As HJC responded in kind, Suguitan flashed a Toe Kick at the hillbilly, but Collins caught the limb before Suguitan’s boot could reach its target.
“Whatever advice she gave you…not good,” Harley informed.
The Tennessee Terror tossed ‘Lexis’s leg away and the tawny-skinned beauty spun in a 180, Harley Jo snuggling in from behind with a Bear Hug. She gave the Associate a countrified version of the Heimlich, Alexis’ dark eyes bulging as she exhaled forcefully. Leaning back, HJ took ‘Lexis off her feet. Suguitan’s limbs flailed wildly, arms trying to reach Collins, feet searching for the canvas. Neither did for several long seconds, more oxygen leaving and her abs seizing from the pressure.
Harley Jo couldn’t keep the Filipino off the deck forever, but she continued to constrict around ‘Lexis’ tummy once Suguitan was set down. When the Associate started walking the pair of them to the ropes, Collins changed course and ripped Suguitan off her feet, tossing the copper-skinned grappler over her shoulders with a Belly-to-Back Suplex. Alexis landed heavy on her head and shoulders, somersaulting over to her chest. She cradled the back of her braincase with both hands as her boots pattered against the canvas.
Harley Jo rolled off her back and pushed to her feet. She offered a quick wink at VanBuren then moved to Suguitan, sinking her nails into her foe’s scalp.
“Ya’ever wonder why Veronica’s rocking the next gen thing to the World Title? Could it be ‘cause she’s doin’ it on her own?”
Pulled to her knees, Alexis turned and sent a balled fist into Collins’ gut. HJ doubled slightly, a gasp of surprise escaping, but a clubbing return blow to the back of Alexis’s head subdued Suguitan. Harley tugged Alexis the rest of the way up and transferred her grip to a wrist before sending Suguitan on her way with an Irish Whip.
On her foe’s rebound, Harley Jo took off like she’s been shot out of a Lookout Mountain cannon and nearly removed the Filipino’s head from her body with a Running Big Boot.
RUNNING BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMqcstOD2jY
Laid out like on a slab, Alexis clung to a shred of consciousness while, on the sidelines, Portia ran her hands through her flaxen follicles. Collins dropped next to the Associate and covered her in a Crossbody Press, hooking a leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Alexis shot a shoulder up but managed little more.
HJ seemed unconcerned and she scraped Alexis off the canvas as she rose. She’d been ‘kept away’ from Portia through the years, no doubt through payouts from the VanBuren family to Bethany Christian, and she was going to enjoy tormenting Baby, even if by proxy.
Showing her power, Collins placed a palm on the chest of the risen Alexis and another on her lower pelvis and heaved the mass of the Associate heavenward, lifting her foe in a jaw-dropping Military Press. The Vicious Volunteer kept her there, drawing cheers from the crowd, before laying out and offering her knees to the plummeting Suguitan. Alexis was gored by the bony joints with a Gutbuster, HJ’s specialty.
]DOUBLE KNEE GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HpDMRd2HtEk
A loud groan escaped Alexis’ quivering lips, Suguitan brought back to life as a gagging, belly-hugging foil for the emergence of the Tennessee Terror. As Alexis rocked on her back from side to side, embracing her copper-skinned abdomen, Harley Jo rose and took a stroll by the corner Portia inhabited.
“Come in and save her,” Collins demanded. “I’ll tell the ref to allow it, honey. Or are you facing the same problem she did when you lost your title. Neither of you have any…guts.”
“Shut your mouth and do your job. If you can, hillbilly,” Portia responded.
HJ rolled her eyes. “I expect better trash than that from you. You’re losing it in every way, aren’t you?”
Collins turned and strode back to Alexis, who’s made it to her haunches, but still wrapped one arm around her midriff, grimacing.
Harley Jo motioned Alexis to get her ass up and the flagging Filipino Phenom did so, staggering when she reaches her stockinged feet, but recovering before an advancing Collins arrives with a knee directed at the golden-brown belly of the catfighter.
Alexis managed to shift to the side and swept the lanky Volunteer by. Suguitan grabbed Harley’s long dark locks before she got out of reach and RIPPED HJ to the deck with two handfuls of hair.
The Filipino sent a stomp to Harley Jo’s forehead as Collins started to rise and when the Volunteer was sent flat to the mat from the impact, Alexis ‘facewashed’ Harley Jo with the same foot, rubbing it into her features with abandon. More humiliating than hurtful, Collins grabbed Alexis’ ankle with both hands and threw the Associate off. Redfaced, she scrambled to her feet only to be met with a Spin Kick to the temple from Suguitan.
SIDE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_dyj3F58jKk
A gobsmacked Harley Jo twisted in a wobbly pirouette until she was collected by the surging Associate. Alexis leaned the long and lanky Volunteer back in her grasp stabilizing over a bended knee. She hauled HJ up only to send her hurtling to the canvas with a ring-rattling STO Driver.
STO DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oGaIdmCPqfY
Alexis covered the blasted brunette, hooking the far leg for good measure for the...
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and Harley Jo kicked her way free, rolling to her chest and pushing up to all fours, though she seemed unable to push toward vertical any further, frozen there in a daze.
On one knee next to her, Alexis’ sensibilities emerged instantly. She nestled close to Collins’ side and swept an underhanded right in from behind, ready to sink a claw into the exposed nether regions of the veteran grappler to show off the catty attacks no one in FAWN ever had to teach her.
“AAAAAWWWWWW GAAAAWWDDAAAAMMMIT!” Harley bellowed as Suguitan applied her hateful clamp to the taller woman’s undercarriage.
Alexis only smiled and flexed her manicured nails a little bit harder, but Portia slapped the mat with both hands and pointed to the official. “Did you hear her just now! I’m sure you did! You know that nonsensical babbling is inbred Jersey for ‘I quit!’ Ring the goddamned bell!”
Al had no intention on calling off a Harley Jo Collins bout without incontrovertible proof of surrender first, but even if he had leaned in that direction, Alexis shook her head and growled, “Don’t even think about it. I’m not through making this bytch suffer.”
Collins, who’d dug her own fingers into the mat in preparation of a slog toward the ropes, flipped hair out of her eyes and managed a wheezy smirk. “Suffering? Darlin’, this ain’t no more than a mild inconvenience. Appreciate the conviction though, your boss would’ve helped herself to any shortcut she could EERRRGGGGHHHH!”
Alexis curled her left hand into an identical claw and raaaaaaaaaaaaked it across the Southerner’s eyes before cupping her chin and wrenching it backward. “She’s not my BOSS, we’re ASSOCIATES.” the red-clad exotique sneered. “And SHE’S not your problem tonight. I am, bytch.” She emphasized as much by applying even more pressure to that eye-watering Crotch Claw.
Collins groaned and might’ve crumpled to her belly if her arms hadn’t held steady at the last possible second. Keeping her breathing as shallow as possible, the penitent lovely clenched her jaw and began inching toward the ropes. Of course it had to be the side occupied by VanBuren, who was clearly enjoying every agonizing second of the embarrassing journey. Harley Jo kept her pace steady however, indeed she actually picked up the pace over the last few feet just in case Baby got cute and tried to pull the ropes out of her reach.
Portia didn’t resort to such blatant assists, choosing instead to trace a taunting finger over the Tennessean’s wrist when Collins snatched the bottom rope and demanded, “BREAK!”
“Work the count!” Portia’s words were meant for Suguitan, even though they were barked inches from Harley Jo’s nose. “Make her feel every second! You know that filthy sump hole of hers can’t--” the former FAWN World Champion trailed off into irritated silence when her protégé ended the Claw before the official even reached ‘TWO!’ on his count. About to chide Alexis for taking an unnecessary breather, Portia actually offered up a satisfied nod when the catfighter helped herself to Harley Jo’s hair and pulled her up just high enough to drape throat-first over the middle rope.
“Don’t even think about it, Alexis.” Al warned the Penthouse Panther even as she grabbed the top rope in both hands and put her right foot between Collins’s shoulders.
Shifting focus to the ref for the briefest of moments, Suguitan cooed, “Go ahead, disqualify me. Then there’s NOTHING to keep me from beating your lame ass.” The zebra had a response that wasn’t quite politic, not that Alexis waited around to hear it. Rather she climbed up onto the taller woman’s back and pushed down with both feet while simultaneously jerking up on the rubber-coated steel. Harley Jo flailed and writhed but height and power meant nothing when you had no leverage. In the end she was forced to rely on the kindness of Al Carpenter, unfortunately it only kicked in after a seemingly eternal ‘FOUR!’ count.
Finally feeling confident with Collins retching and massaging her throat, Suguitan leaned into the ropes to better address her employer. “I appreciate the support, Portia. Really I do. But I don’t need running commentary on how to bring you her head. Just step back and watch me do what I do best.”
A shadow flickered across the blonde’s face, but not so fast that Alexis didn’t see it. Once it was gone the Sinister Socialite raised her hands and did as suggested. “All right. You’ve got a plan and it’s working. Keep it up.”
The Ferocious Filipino meant to do exactly that, if the double claw she sank into Harley Jo’s hair was any indication. Muscling the weak-kneed battler to boot-leather in a series of fits and starts, Suguitan turned Collins around and promptly clouted her across the tits. “You want this to end, Deliverance? All you gotta do is beg for Portia’s mercy!” Alexis illustrated the merits of this suggestion by pounding Harley Jo’s bra a second time.
Collins hooked an arm over the supporting strands, then smirked, yes, smirked in Alexis’s face. “Why in the hell would I do that? Portia ain’t never put any sorta hurt on me, not like this one, anyway. Oh and by the way, breakKUUNNNNGGGGHH!” Harley Jo almost doubled over as Alexis slammed the beefy plank of her left thigh across that vulnerable tummy.
The tawny import didn’t let her get that far though, she helped herself HJC’s hair and angled her head and upper body through the space between top and middle ropes. “Get her out of the ropes, Alexis.” Al’s tone had reached that of an exasperated teacher who would brook no more foolishness. “I mean it, I’ve disqualified Portia before and I’ll--”
Alexis raised both hands and took a single step backward. “All right, ALL RIGHT! Damn, just stop talking! How the hell does Jacobs put up with your mouth?”
The lanky black & white sighed. “I’ll have you know she--”
Suguitan snatched hold of Harley’s left wrist, stepped in close then jerked back with all her strength to TWANG her prey’s throat against the top rope in a cruelly improvised Hot Shot! Collins’s head snapped back and she immediately dropped to one knee, coughing, gagging and generally sounding awful while Alexis loomed over her, hands on her hips.
PENTHOUSE HOT SHOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MINZmV3-CR8
“You may be hot shyt in Bumblef*ck B.F.E. or wherever the hell it is freaks like you come from.” Suguitan sneered down at the breathless beauty. “But this ring is just another penthouse. And bytch, NOBODY owns a penthouse like Alexis Suguitan.”
Harley Jo didn’t have the wind to offer any cogent response, so the Filipino Phenom cupped her ears in both hands and dragged her away from the (supposed) safety of the ropes. Pausing dead center of the squared circle, Suguitan muscled Collins to her feet and immediately doubled her over with a Toe Kick. “Get your camera out, Baby!” Alexis told her mentor after she’d drew the Tennessee Terror’s head between her thighs. “You’re gonna want a picture of this!”
VanBuren didn’t look entirely sold, but she produced a gold-plated smart phone worth more than the GNP of some developing nations and trained it on the ring. Truth be told, her expression did brighten when Alexis slipped her arms under the Southerner’s biceps and worked her fingers into opposing trunks. “That’s it!” Baby cheered. “Peel ‘em right off her nasty back!”
Alexis nodded agreement. “You can have ‘em for your trophy casWHOOAAAHH SHHIIIIITT!”
Exhalation turned to horrified surprise when Collins dipped her knees and sloooowly straightened up. Alexis kicked her legs in a valiant effort to return even a single foot to the canvas, alas Harley Jo’s height made all the difference and it wasn’t long before the Vicious Volunteer was standing tall with Alexis draped down her back like the world’s most unwilling cape.
“HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO LET HER KEEP CHEATING, CARPENTER?” Portia leapt to the apron in defense of her last Associate, “PUT A STOP TO THIS RIGHT NOW!”
Not about to let the official deal with Portia’s meddling, Collins took a step back and answered, “He can’t stop it, darlin’. Neither can you.” She pushed up to tiptoe, then dropped to her tush, just THWHONKING the crown of Alexis’s skull into the canvas with an improvised Fire Thunder Driver. Though primarily known for her gut-busting offense, Collins clearly knew a thing or two about head drops as well, as Suguitan popped off her back to land in an insensate sprawl just behind the resurgent Southerner.
THINGS GOIN' SOUTH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-m-QipiMt88
Harley Jo pivoted to make the cover on the flattened Filipino, grabbing her near leg and pressing Alexis into a Half Matchbook for...
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
Suguitan shoved a shoulder up to the great disappointment of the FAWNatics. Portia wiped her brow of perspiration and slapped the canvas in a staccato burst to get Alexis off her back, but it’s Collins who obliged her, instead of a remarkable recovery from her junior partner in VB&A.
The Vicious Volunteer lifted Suguitan to a seated position then swung a long lean leg over a shoulder to make sure she stayed grounded. The brunette wrapped her left arm under and around the copper-skinned beauty’s chin and drew her back in a modified Dragon maneuver. But instead of securing a full Sleeper with her opposite arm, she added a nasty belly claw to the golden-brown expanse of Alexis’ midriff.
An expert in the abdominal arts, Collins RIPPED into the Filipino’s tummy, sinking her digits deep before flexing her palm and fingers, gnawing her way into the ab wall of her foe, digging soft grunts and mewls from ‘Lexis. Suguitan’s face was etched in anguish while Collins showed equal parts concentration and pleasure.
“Now. Now you can give it up, darlin’,” Harley Jo informed.
She dug her nails in farther still and twisted the meat she’s gathered. Alexis yelped, sweat pouring down her face. She shook her head ‘no’ when Al asked and Portia added a loud “HELL NO!” just in case.
“That’s some health care you provide to your employees,” HJ offered, as she stared over at VanBuren, loving to rattle Portia’s cage.
I’m not her employ…AHHHHGAWWWD.”
Alexis’ voice ended in a significantly higher volume when Harley Jo worked her Belly Claw like the old hand she was. And when she pulled her talons free and pounded the meaty bottom of a fist one…two…three times into the still pink indentations, Alexis’ yelps turned to guttural groans in quick succession.
Collins dismounted and pulled Alexis up with her, Suguitan still doubled over and moaning from the ravaging of her tummy. Unsurprisingly, the Tennessee Terror was far from done with her specialty.
From Alexis’ side, the lanky brunette tugged Suguitan’s left arm between her own thighs, thumping it into her crotch hard enough to bring an ‘eep’ from Alexis and lift the catfighter to tiptoes. From there, Harley Jo stretched her frame across Alexis’ back and swept under the Associate’s opposite arm.
With her ‘Pumphandle’ secured, Collins vaulted Alexis into the air, spun her in midair, and lets gravity take its course, Suguitan dropping across bended knee with another Gutbuster.
PUMPHANDLE GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8pZOnlnByFE
Harley Jo shoved the gagging grappler off her bony joint, Alexis slopping to her back. HJ mounted her foe in a Schoolgirl Press this time, apparently feeling confident her foe’s roiling tummy would keep her frozen in place for...
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
It’s more like half a split-second keeping Collins from the win and the fans from a roaring celebration as Alexis seemed to have learned the art of stubbornness from Portia at the very least.
VanBuren pumped a fist when she saw Suguitan survive by the slimmest of margins. She demanded Alexis escape the clutches of the backwoods bully to have a powwow with the lead Associate on the outside. Suguitan made some progress toward that end, but Collins, on her feet next to a crawling Alexis, put an end to her travels with a punt to the Filipino’s ribs, sending Alexis barrel rolling into a retching puddle.
Harley Jo shifted her attention to Baby.
“This really works better, doesn’t it?” Collins asked. “You let another woman take the beating you deserve. I get stiffer competition. The people get a better match. Everybody wins.”
Portia swallowed her response, flushing a petulant pink as she stared emerald lasers through the South Jersey hillbilly.
“Shut your mouth and do your job,” Portia hissed nearly under earshot of Collins.
“Thanks, hon. I will. And you don’t even have to compensate. Seeing your face and her limp body when she loses is more than enough.”
Collins returned to a still gasping Alexis, giving her a ‘I haven’t forgotten you’ stomp to the navel that had Suguitan choking all over again. Alexis rolled to her back to remove any opportunity for another boot or another immediate pinning attempt.
It did prevent that but not from HJ securing a Chinlock and using it to wrench the faltering Alexis to her feet once more, the veteran becoming perilously close to toying with the overmatched Associate.
Harley Jo turned Suguitan to face her and ducked with arms wide to accept the wobbly Filipino into her Crossbody grip, lifting and backflipping Alexis in her arms on the way to another bended knee belly breaker HJ monikered the Trailer Park Drop.
But Alexis added a little extra ‘oomph’ behind her flip and landed on her feet next to the startled Collins. Suguitan THUMPED a lifted knee into the brunette’s gut, providing a modicum of payback. But she quickly planned to add more. Pulling the lowered head of Collins into a Front Facelock, Alexis tossed Harley Jo’s arm over the back of her neck and reached for her lower pelvis.
Suguitan finally got a chance to show she also had not a little bit of power behind her, forcing the tall Tennessean vertical, heels over head, before dropping her face and chest first to the canvas with a Gourdbuster.
GOURBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2E9GxNMdCE
Collins spun to her back, eyes wide, spreading in a starfish. But Alexis dropped to one knee in recovery mode instead of going for a pin.
“ALEXIS!” Portia shouted, drawing the gaze and ire of the junior partner.
VanBuren motions to the momentarily waylaid Volunteer who was already sitting up.
“You might want to…”
Portia lett the finish of the sentence come to Alexis and the raven-haired beauty growled but nods at her mentor.
“I might,” she whispered to herself.
Letting the growl grow into a full throated roar (both because she was understandably angry and to stifle a possible groan) Alexis rounded on Harley Jo, snatched a double handful of hair and BWONKED the back of her head into the apron as hard as she could. “Keep off the hair, Alexis! You‘re better than that!” Carpenter warned at once.
“She doesn’t need you to tell her that!” Portia scoffed. “Of COURSE she’s better, she’s my assoc--partner!”
Suguitan, who’d already removed her talons from Collins’s tresses, kept her eyes locked on the grounded brunette as she whispered, “Don’t need you to tell me either, Baby.”
‘Baby’ was still on her lips when she planted her left shin atop Harley’s right bicep to keep that limb pinned in place. As simple as it was brilliant, this seemingly minor precaution meant the Tennessee Terror had only one of those hateful claws for defense once the Penthouse Panther wrapped both hands around her throat and started to squeeze. Eyes snapping open as soon as her air was cut off, Collins reached up to grab at her attacker’s face but Alexis twisted her head to the side and drew back as best she could. Doing so kept her face away from the Southerner’s questing fingers, unfortunately her hair was well within reach and HJC put a kink in her neck with a single savage yank.
“Enough, both of you!” Al swatted his brunettes on the shoulder in hopes of ending the catty exchange. Fat chance, the tangled lovelies only put that much more strength into their respective grips, forcing the beleaguered zebra to start his count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOU--”
Alexis released and jabbed her thumbs into Collins’s eyes to end the hair pull in a single stroke. “Excellent work, Alexis!” VanBuren pounded the mat, then clapped several times as her protégé scraped the blinded buffoon off the canvas. “Drop her on her head! She’s not that smart to begin with, put her lights out and we can destroy her at our leisure!”
Suguitan didn’t much feel like sharing her prey after the hell she’d been through over the last few minutes, but she didn’t feel like wasting breath either, so she maintained a hardworking silence while reeling the other brunette’s head into a Front Facelock. Under normal working conditions Portia forbade any reference to the Black Queen and that included Brainbusters of all types, however Suguitan was of the mind that this was HER fight and Portia wanted the lanky bytch dropped on her head, didn’t she? Figuring it was better to ask forgiveness than permission, Alexis hooked a strong handful of black waistband, dipped her knees and “UUUNNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!”
Her knees almost buckled when Harley Jo reached up and sank a claw into her right flank. Leaning into her adversary to stay upright, Alexis tried to blast a knee into her opponent’s ribs, alas the fire in her gut kept both boots rooted to the mat.
“FIGHT THROUGH IT, ‘LEXIS!” Portia barked. “IF I CAN DO IT, SO CAN YOU!”
Alexis *almost* coughed ‘When have you done this?’ Instead she kicked her feet forward and laid out on her back to THWHONK Collins’s forehead into the mat with a huge DDT. Harley Jo somersaulted onto her back and didn’t move, this giving Alexis all the time she needed to drape an exhausted arm over her chest for the…
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Collins lifted a shoulder, breaking the count.
“STAND HER BACK UP!” Portia right back to coaching, even before her girl could push to one knee and catch her breath. “Hook the Panty Peeler in again! She’s not strong enough to block it twice!”
Alexis kept her head down so the blonde couldn’t see the grimace of pain on her face. It certainly wasn’t a lack of desire on her part, in fact there was nothing in the world she’d like better than splitting Collins up the middle en route to a humiliating victory, but the older woman’s claws were MURDER. Hitting the Gourdbuster earlier was pure adrenaline, when she’d tried the Brainbuster it felt like her midsection was going to rip like wet tissue paper and that was before another round of the goddamned claw.
Portia didn’t hear or see these deliberations of course, she only the last remaining member of her organization wasting precious time when there was a Jersey in need of stomping. “REST ON YOUR OWN TIME, ALEXIS!” the former World Champion snarled. “MAKE THAT BYTCH SUFFER!”
Nodding more to herself than VanBuren, Suguitan collected the other brunette’s hair and hauled her to boot-leather in a series of pained jerks. A Toe Kick to the navel treated Collins to the briefest taste of her own medicine and allowed the Ferocious Filipino to apply a Standing Headscissors. Minimal pressure was applied to the squeeze itself, Alexis focused all her efforts on butterflying the taller wrestler’s arms. Finding a smile once her splayed fingers found Harley Jo’s black briefs, Suguitan dipped her knees and YAAAAAAAAAAAANKED up on the wedgie at the same time as she hoisted / spun the vulnerable brunette off her feet. T’was an impressive sight no doubt, Collins turned over in midair like a Flyweight and THWHAMMED to the mat with resounding force. It was without question the most emphatic Panty Peeler the powerful exotique had ever delivered, which made it all the more baffling to fan and detractor alike when Suguitan twisted onto her side and curled into a loose ball without ever going for the pin.
Carpenter flew to her side, the often gawky looking ref demonstrating an unusual grace in tending to the downed battler. “Where does it hurt, Alexis?” he asked quietly. “Point if you can’t tell me.” He’d half expected some rasping curse, which made it all the more startling when Suguitan put a hand to her ribs and patted them ever so gently.
“Here.” she indicated the focus of Collins’s clawing. “Hurts to breathe.”
Al moved her hand aside and prodded as gently as he could. “It doesn’t feel like anything’s broken.” he said after a few seconds. “But if you don’t think you can continue just say the word and I’ll--”
“DON’T YOU DARE!” Portia screamed from the outside. “YOU QUIT ONCE, ALEXIS! NEVER AGAIN! GIVE HER A STANDING TEN, CARPENTER! SHE’LL BE FINE!”
The ref didn’t even acknowledge VanBuren, focusing instead on Suguitan. “Your call, Lex. What do you say?”
“Ten count.” she answered through gritted teeth. “That’s all I need.” Looking doubtful, Carpenter stood up and backed off a few steps. Elsewhere, Harley Jo Collins watched the action from one knee with an expression that was impossible to identify. “Take a breather, Harley.” Al advised her. “You could both use this.”
The Vicious Volunteer made no comment, choosing instead to watch as Al and the FAWNatics started to count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE--”
Alexis groaned, sat up and clambered to verticality with practically no time left on the clock.
“Why you puttin’ yourself through this, girl’?” Collins’s voice was curiously free of malice. “I busted you up inside, everyone in this building can see that, yourself included. Ain’t no shame in not gettin’ up when you can’t.”
Suguitan sucked in a deep breath that hurt like fire. “That’s the thing, Collins. I CAN get up. Now step up so I can kick your skinny redneck ass.”
Harley actually took a step back to look the other brunette up and down. “You’re asking for trouble, girl. Hospital trouble Understand me?”
Suguitan raised both hands, beckoned her forward. “Get over here, trailer trash.”
The Tennessee Terror sighed, then raised her hands and came on fast. Alexis moved in to meet her, did in fact get her hands into the veteran’s hair a heartbeat before Collins pivoted on one foot and THWHUMPED a knee into her belly. Alexis retched, doubled over and might’ve collapsed to her knees if Harley Jo hadn’t snatched a handful of hair. Hauling her up, she reached for a wrist and “EERRGGGHHH!”
Suguitan raked her across the eyes, secured her own Wristlock and slung Collins into the NO! HJC dug in her heels and hurled Alexis to the ropes in her place. Only vaguely aware of Portia watching from her place on the other side of the ropes, Alexis turned around, hit the strands and--something hooked her left foot and she stumbled hard, almost falling in the process. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” the stunned exotique shouted down at her mentor. “ALL THAT ADVICE AND YOU CAN’T NNNNGGGHHH!”
Harley Jo caught her with an Elbow Smash to the back of the head, slopping Suguitan into the ropes. Crowding in against her back, the limber brunette curled her left arm over Alexis’s left shoulder and slipped her right hand through the younger woman’s legs to apply a grip to her undercarriage. Alexis’s eyes went wide with pain, followed by shock when Collins dipped down and popped her hips to fling the Penthouse Panther up, over and DOWN onto her brutalized belly courtesy an Inverted Exploder.
INVERTED EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A301jbTsoq4
Alexis bounced to one knee, put a hand against the mat and damned if she didn’t rise up on THWHACK! Harley rushed in like a freight train, leaned back on her right foot and just drove her left shin into the other woman’s face full force. The catfighter went down at once, her stockinged feet pointing into the rafters when the back of her aching head collided with the canvas.
MOONSHINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2QFtli1VXQ8
Well and thoroughly plastered by that dose of Moonshine, a glassy-eyed Alexis offered no complaint when Collins planted that hateful left shin across her chest, hooked her right leg up tight and pulled it forward in a domineering half matchbook. Heartbeats later Carpenter swooped in beside the brunette pile and counted off…
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THREE!
Harley Jo nodded when the bell clanged, but she didn’t relinquish the cover. Instead she leaned down and whispered something in Suguitan’s ear. Whatever passed between them would remain a mystery, as the Announcer overrode everything with his proclamation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… HARLEY JO COLLINS!”
Tossing away the insensate limb without a second look, the Vicious Volunteer stood up and went straight to Portia’s side of the squared circle. “I know damned well what you did here tonight.” she told Baby, who’s expression remained carefully neutral. “And I’m going to let it slide just this once because I wanted to know what your girl had in the tank. Now I do. So if you even THINK about using me to do your dirty work again, I’ll ruin your other knee.”
Portia’s patrician features could’ve been carved from marble. “Are you done, Harley?”
“For now.”
“Then would you kindly vacate the premises so I can tend to my Associate?” Collins regarded her for a moment, shook her head ever so slightly and slipped through the ropes, making sure to land within inches of VanBuren. Portia didn’t flinch, just maintained that icy cool until Collins was more than halfway up the ramp.
Fortune’s Favorite turned to the mess in the ring. Dressed in a black mini, hopping to the canvas from the floor might be a little tricky, so Baby sidled to the steps and made her way up, shaking her head as she did. At the top, she called for a microphone, the crowd getting increasingly nervous at that request.
The blonde slipped through the ropes and kicked off her pumps, moving to the softly stirring Suguitan.
“You don’t think I know?” Portia asked rhetorically. “The attitude. The backtalk.”
Baby hovered over the Filipino Phenom, standing in a straddle above her. She reached down a right hand and a seemingly confused Alexis reflexively reached back for help up. But instead, Portia slapped the hand away then paintbrushed her Associate’s face, drawing a huge ‘oooooh’ from the crowd.
“I’m to stand idly by while you decide when VB&A comes to an end? On your whim? YOU ALREADY COST ME THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP and I’m supposed to allow you that too?”
VanBuren drove a stomp into Alexis’ golden-brown midriff, sending her retching to a seated position and Baby followed with a knee to the chin that flattened the junior member.
“It doesn’t work that way, bytch. I’m the one to declare this Association over…NOT YOU!”
Portia backpedaled, dropped the mic, and plucked Alexis’ ankles off the mat, spreading the long, powerful legs wide. Still in a stupor, Suguitan had enough awareness to understand her predicament and she pled her case, shaking her head and ‘washing windows’ with her palms.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Portia! Honestly, I don’t!”
“Really? No idea? You’re just like Raker. Looking for the right time to stab me in the back. I taught you everything you know. And you should have known to stop Treymane. Then you believe you’re an equal? An equal to me? Bytch, don’t even.”
VanBuren raised her right stockinged foot and let it linger over Alexis’ kitty.
“I made…made…a mistake is all,” Suguitan stammered. “But if you do this, YOU’LL be making the biggest one of your life.”
Portia’s lips pursed in a creased smirk and, wordlessly, she viciously SLAMMED her foot into Alexis’ crotch. The raven-haired grappler spasmed, her hands rushing between her thighs as she ‘crunched’ her way to a ‘V’ position. Portia ground the foot into Suguitan’s privates, Alexis mewling, her dark eyes welling.
“Bad time to threaten me,” VanBuren informed.
Portia continued to grind her foot into the tender tissue.
“Consider this your pink slip.”
Baby removed her invading sole and watched as Alexis collapsed into a ball around the blasted pussy and her shredded abdomen. Portia lowered into a kneeling straddle, stretching Alexis out of her tuck.
“However, there is the matter of your severance.”
The slender socialite laid into Alexis’ flawless features with a series of fists, piling up a dozen before sliding her forward-facing mount to the Filipino’s chest.
“You know what comes next. And if you don’t catch the first plane back to Manilla, it’ll happen again and again.”
Baby waggles her derriere up and over Alexis’ chin, rubbing her undercarriage into the mug of her former Associate as she spun in a 180. Settling in a Reverse Face Sit, Alexis’ muffled cries vibrate against her crotch.
Cutting off Alexis’ air supply was not nearly enough however and Portia reached forward to collect Suguitan’s frozen, lower limbs. The copper-skinned beauty sucked in a few deep breaths but quickly VanBuren had the legs matchbooked in her possession and dropped her cheeks back on the greasy face of the former Associate.
Baby transferred the cradle to her left arm and walked her right set of fingers to Alexis’ crotch, slipping them under Suguitan’s red stain panties and sinking them in, nails to skin.
The clenching claw set Alexis to bucking, but Portia was an expert in riding out the efforts to escape and when Suguitan’s flails lessened, Portia’s increase.
The blonde bastion of bytchiness pumped her undercarriage forward and back across the features on the semiconscious Suguitan, faster and faster. She released Alexis’ leaden legs and planted her palms on Suguitan’s bosom, squeezing the satiny flesh as she bit her lower lip. Increasing her pace, it’s Portia who started to moan, sticking a couple fingers underneath to assist Alexis’ nose and lips, until a tremor shook Portia’s frame and the ride slowed to a stop. Resting atop the ‘fired’ Filipino, Baby swept both hands over her drenched face and through her matted flaxen locks.
Baby rose from her seat to her knees, Alexis’ mug coated with more than a sheen of sweat. VanBuren snatched the microphone and drew it to trembling lips.
“Best work you’ve ever done with us,” Baby informed.
She struggled to her feet, spent, and planted a foot on the tummy of the unconscious Phenom.
“Whoever wakes her up, tell her she has twenty-four hours to vacate this state and forty-eight hours for the country. Or I WILL do this again until she leaves.”
The jeers were eardrum-abusing but Portia paid them no mind, dropping the mic on Alexis’ chest, VanBuren looking thoroughly satisfied in more ways than one.
She’d had the final ‘word’ in the dissolution of VB&A and that was worth, well, not more than money, but it felt awfully good.