Post by alyadmirer on Aug 12, 2016 22:29:51 GMT
PORTIA OPHELIA VANBUREN:
Galled by the fact that brass had decided the lame ass Manila knockoff would enter second, the slender socialite bounced from one foot to the other.
“Baggage is gone,” Portia mumbled as a mantra, assuring herself that rolling without an Associate was surely the best thing that’s happened to her.
When the sound of ‘How You Like Me Now' from Heavy, the drumbeating clarion call of FAWN’s infamous icon coursed through the arena’s speakers, Baby took a deep breath and pushed through.
HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVzvRsl4rEM
The crowd rose to its feet as a whole in one of the most oft-repeated rituals in FAWN history. The masses jeered Baby with every ounce of capacity their lungs could muster. The sound was at a decibel level no one else could elicit. Even with the ‘big belt’ gone from Portia’s waist, the hatred of Lyle VanBuren’s only child was off the charts.
Baby started down the aisle, paying the jeers no mind. Instead, Portia was totally absorbed in the memories of how Suguitan had cost her the World Title. How the bytch had tried to deny it. How she’d squealed and begged beneath the 9-11. Baring her teeth in a wicked smirk, VanBuren strode through the familiar, eardrum-injuring cascade of catcalls echoing through the confines at the volume of a jet engine.
The sinewy blonde reached the ring and offered a familiar toss of her golden mane as she made her way up the steps. VanBuren eschewed her trademark scant black bikini emblazoned with a green, sparkling dollar sign on her infamous and flawless derriere for her alternative green with gold dollar sign, perhaps to make a clear cut from VB&A. Baby’s uva-nourished, ivory skin glowed next to the emerald swatches, her attire completed with gold pads and boots. The footwear contained a green outline of the state of New Jersey, an iconic red circle with a slash superimposed atop the Garden State.
The blonde patrician waited at the ropes and motioned for Al Carpenter to come open them for her.
“Do your job, Jersey,” Portia demanded with a haughty sniff.
Carpenter did as bade, carefully sitting on the second strand and raising the top so the former World Champion could glide into the squared circle.
As Portia started to stretch out in the far corner, the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Last Woman Standing match! Introducing first, hailing from Manhattan and Easthampton, New York and Monaco City, Monaco, standing five feet seven inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds, she is the former THREE TIME FAWN World Champion… Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV!”
Portia moved to the center of the ring to better regard the teeming mass of Florida-Jersey filth. “You thought I taught her a harsh lesson last time? It’s nothing compared to what you’ll get tonight.”
Portia turned with a wicked flaxen hair flip and strode back to her corner, waggling her golden dollar sign at the crowd, as if to let them know in big matches like this, she’s still the smart money.
The Red, White & Bruised contingent was still giving Portia the ol’ Holy Hell when the lights went out all over the arena. Far from the murky gloom of the Church of Eternal Midnight or the expectant darkness of that preceded Lily Burlingame’s comet, this had an obvious focal point in the FAWNtron, which showed a quickly shifting montage of metropolitan skylines from around the world. New York, London, Paris, Sydney, Los Angeles, Rio and ultimately Orlando, with the FAWN arena on prominent display. The speakers kicked in as the locals started to cheer, the volume of the former more than loud enough to make sure everyone heard the opening to Fall Out Boy’s ‘Centuries’.
CENTURIES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZEnQogAd8U
Some legends are told,
Some turn to dust or to gold,
But you will remember me,
Remember me for centuries.
Light returned in time with the first verse, revealing some startling changes that earned a surprised buzz from the crowd. For starters, each side of the ramp was lined with half a dozen burly secret services types in black suits. Backs to the surprised fans, they kept their eyes trained on the entryway, where the traditional curtain had been replaced with a set of frosted glass double doors emblazoned with a single name:
$UGUITAN
And just one mistake,
Is all it will take.
Go down in history,
Remember me for centuries.
Someone on the other side damned near kicked the doors off their hinges and out strode Portia’s old protégé looking more motivated than she had in a very, very long time. Calm, cool and collected despite the roar of the crowd and the pounding of her own heart, the Filipino Phenom tipped her head down, allowing the sunglasses she wore to slide down her nose. Dark eyes locked on Portia, Alexis pointed a condemning finger at the blonde, then stormed her way toward the ring.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
“And introducing 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 ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
Along with the new anthem came some dramatic sartorial changes as well. Gone was the red velvet, in it’s place was a gleaming white two piece that almost seemed to glow against the mellow copper of her complexion. The pro-style trappings continued with matching knee-pads and shin-high boots, the former adorned with the same stylized $ seen on the double doors. Last but not least was the voluminous sleeveless mink coat, an accessory that would’ve looked just as appropriate at a red carpet premiere or adorning the shoulders of some warrior queen as she strode onto the battlefield.
Paying no attention to the fans or her new security detail, Suguitan traversed the ramp and ascended the steps in silence. It wasn’t until she’d slipped through the ropes to claim the center of the ring that she found time for words and those were reserved for referee Al Carpenter. “My coat, if you would, Mr. Carpenter.”
Less wary than he would’ve been if Alexis and Portia were still a united front, Al moved in to help, but stopped when Suguitan held up a hand. Without speaking, she swung around so that her back was to VanBuren. The Penthouse Panther stretched her arms wide and smiled. “Proceed.”
The ref did as he was told, carefully slipping the mink off one shoulder and then the other. Its absence revealed a final detail about Suguitan’s new attire, a glittery golden $ stretched taut across her sculpted backside. Glancing over one shoulder to smirk at VanBuren, Alexis murmured, “Your money’s no good here, Baby. Don’t worry, I’ve got ya covered.”
Portia snarled and started out of her corner but Suguitan was already retreating to her side of the ring and Al was wise enough interpose himself between the former Associates.
Tossing her glasses to a ringside flunky once she was in the ropes, Suguitan threw her arms over the top rope and waited for the opening bell. Once it sounded she was gonna trash Portia VanBuren’s FAWN stock once and for all.
Understandably conflicted as to just who they wanted to / should cheer in this colossal clash of Bad Girls, the FAWNatics kicked it up to a fever pitch when the bell sounded, presumably because they hoped blonde and brunette would simply beat the ever loving snot out of one another. Portia paid them no attention at all of course, she was still fuming over the slight of that ungrateful Jersey’s flashy new entrance heaped upon the indignity of coming to the ring first. Alexis saw her coming and was tempted to slip through the ropes as Baby so often had, yet she dismissed the notion after only a moment. Portia Ophelia VanBuren would’ve slipped through the ropes, but she wasn’t the Trust Fund Terror. She was Alexis Suguitan and the Penthouse Panther met her prey head on.
Circling right out of the buckles to slow Baby’s advance, Suguitan trailed her fingers along the top rope as she kept a careful eye on the blonde. “Why’d you slow down, Portia?” she asked the question loud enough for the first few rows to make it out. “Starting to realize you made the biggest mistake of your career?”
Posted up in center ring, VanBuren turned to watch the arrogant idiot but made no move to chase her. This was HER ring and the Jersey’s did HER bidding. “You’re still on the continent, ‘Lexis. You’re the one that made the mistake. Showing up for this match? It might as well be your last will and testament.”
Alexis’s temper flared and she closed on Portia without actually drawing within grappling range. “Did you really think I was going to run, Baby? NO ONE humiliates me like that and gets away with it. Especially not the woman I kept relevant for the better part of two--”
CRAAACK!
VanBuren stepped into the breach and silenced the brunette with a Bytch Slap stiffer than any she’d ever landed on a mouth that didn’t belong to Shea London. “YOU kept ME relevant? Need I remind you that you were nothing but a jobber in satin panties losing to Lisa Dream before I plucked you from obscurity. I am the ONLY reason you’re not still languishing in Bangor, so it is my absolute RIGHT to humiliate you however I see NNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
The Ferocious Filipino clipped Baby’s jaw with a savage, hateful backhanded Bytch Slap that rocked the former World Champion on her heels. So focused on her opponent that she didn’t notice the first (and possibly only) babyface pop of her career, Alexis said, “I’m gonna give you one chance, Portia. Wrestle me like I’m an equal and win or lose, I’ll stay out of your way once the match is over. But if you insist on treating me like any of the other Jersey’s in that locker room, I will happily treat you like my BYTCH.”
Portia brushed a thumb across the side of her mouth, checking for blood. Finding none, she locked eyes with Alexis and murmured, “You’re going to bawl into my dollar sign, Jersey.”
“You’ll beg into mine first.”
The promise was barely out of her mouth when Suguitan pounced on the veteran and swept her into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. One hand found the nape of Baby’s neck at once and Alexis took great delight in wrenching VanBuren’s head back as she marched her toward the nearest corner. “Little different from all our sparring, isn’t it, Baby?” Alexis chuckled as she wrenched the blonde’s head back n’ forth despite Carpenter’s warnings. “I finally don’t have to hold back anyERRRGGGHHH!”
Portia let go of Suguitan’s bicep, brought that hand up and across and raaaaaaaaaaaked the younger woman’s eyes with extreme prejudice. Suguitan yelped and tried to disengage only to find herself caught in a stern Side Headlock. “Don’t you dare complain about the Eye Rake, little man.” Baby sneered as she marched the struggling former Associate into the buckles. “She was pulling my hair, now she’s not. Let me handle this my own way and it’ll be easier on both of us.”
In no need of an answer from the man in stripes, the Sinister Socialite relinquished the Headlock just in time to hoist Alexis’s noggin up and BWUUUNG it into the top turnbuckle. Alexis grunted and promptly stuffed an elbow into VanBuren’s trim tummy, so the blonde reared back on tiptoe and bashed the younger woman’s forehead against the roughly-padded steel half a dozen more times. She would’ve made it a full dozen if not for the presence of the official, but cut off early to spare herself the nattering of the official.
Not that this meant good things for Suguitan because nothing could be further from the truth. Head still ringing from the pounding on the buckles, the brunette tried to slide out of the corner, alas Portia snatched her by the shoulder and spun her into place back-first. Clamping a vise-like claw around the lower half of the other woman’s whimpering traitor’s face, VanBuren squeezed hard and cooed, “You’re not going anywhere, Jersey. Not until I show you just how worthless you are without my good name backing you up.”
Baby slapped Alexis for good measure, then grabbed hold of the ropes to the brunette’s right and stepped onto the bottom strand. Balanced on her left foot, she raised the right up high and braced it against the side of Suguitan’s face. “Kiss my boot, Jersey. I said KISS IT!” Portia thrust her foot violently forward, just throttling her senseless while the ref and fans jeered vehemently. Aware of the count in a way only a veteran could be, the Trust Fund Terror ended the abuse at ‘FOUR!’ and hopped from her perch. Hands up as a sign of good faith, she backed off and walked a loop just long enough to keep her in Al’s good graces when she returned a few seconds later.
SHOE SHINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUWEVySCRow
UVA-nourished thigh CHUPPED across the belly knocked a little more wind from Alexis’s lungs and the follow up SMACK to the face kept her from clearing her head before the haughty blonde mounted the second rope. Working her fingers into Suguitan’s hair, Portia smirked and said, “I admit, I’ve often wondered what it would feel like to have you groveling at my mercy. It’ll be a pleasure to find out.”
Stunned but hardly defenseless, Alexis raised both hands and sank hiss-worthy claws into her old boss’s ribs, just above her hips. “Huuuuhhhh…who’s groveling, bytch? I’m just letting you tire your old ass ouMMMMPPPPPGGHHHHHH!”
Portia jerked Alexis’s face into her tummy and arched her back, an old, infrequently used embarrassment tactic that she thought perfect for scrubbing away Suguitan’s sass mouth… and her nose, perhaps. “Don’t worry Lex, you’ll taste the Bear Market later, right now I’m just softening you up.” The wicked washboarding continued on for another ‘FOUR!’ count and just like before, VanBuren hopped down with no comment. “Don’t say a word to her.” she warned Carpenter when he made a move to check on the Filipino Phenom. “You don’t pay attention to a single thing she says until her nose is wedged against my trunks, understand?”
Al started to reply so of course Portia brushed right by him. If the ref was talking back it meant she was free to resume her corner work and that’s exactly what she did. Back on the middle turnbuckle for the second time in less than a minute, the domineering blonde pulled Alexis’s head back with her left hand and cocked the right into a fist. “Time for you to learn just how badly you f*cked up, Jersey.” That fist came down, went up and came down again. A skilled striker even without the assistance of her favorite accessory, VanBuren couldn’t help but smirk when the fans tallied the count for her.
‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!”
Hopping off just shy of a complete set, Baby slapped on a Side Headlock, yanked Suguitan free of the corner and forced her head down against the top rope. “Let’s go for a walk, bytch.” She pressed down and started to stroll, just grrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiinding the brunette’s face against the rubber-coated steel. Alexis groaned and struggled, but didn’t wail the way Portia had hoped, so she pressed down even harder and “WHOOAAAHHHNNNNNGGHH!”
Alexis twisted out of the Headlock, spinning low in front of the startled blonde as she did so. Right shoulder wedged against VanBuren’s belly, Alexis wrapped her left arm around her opponent’s hips and charged back the way they’d came to BWUUUUUNG Baby against the buckles with an emphatic Shoulderblock!
Gutted and carried to the corner, Portia’s spine SLAMMED into the buckles, her body rocked by the strength Suguitan had at her employ. The socialite slid down to her boot soles as Alexis backed away, rubbing at her eyes and cursing. VanBuren drew in a couple deep breaths. She’d offered Associate status to Alexis to provide VB&A a power game, but to feel that game turned against her sent a shiver of realization down her aching backbone.
This match being a ten-count Last Woman Standing battle for ownership of the VanBuren & Associates’ name already painted Portia in a corner, the smarks in the crowd understanding what an advantage this gave the Filipino. But as Alexis’ sight cleared and she charged to put THIS shoulder THROUGH Baby’s midriff, they and Suguitan again learned that when it came to her name, Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV could not be labeled an underdog.
Lifting her legs high, Portia let the rushing Suguitan fly in beneath her, Alexis’s right shoulder finding nothing to stop it before SLAMMING into the steel post. Landing astride, Alexis’ back, VanBuren clamped a scissors around the midsection of the junior member and threw her bodyweight forward. Startling the FAWNatics, Baby flipped into a somersaulting Powerbomb of Suguitan, dropping not only Alexis’ shoulders to the mat but the jaws of the crowd.
Stacked between VanBuren’s lithe legs, her dollar sign pointed to the rafter, $uguitan bicycles her legs wildly while a smirking Portia spank-spank-spank-spank-spank-SPANKED! a rude little tune out on her tush. Growling in hate and embarrassment, Suguitan twisted a shoulder clear and scrambled away to create some valuable distance between herself and Baby. Cradling her head with an arm, her dark eyes still watery, Alexis reached a three-point stance before an already standing Portia sent a boot into the back of Suguitan’s left knee. Alexis genuflected, yelping in pain as she did. The sound was music to the ears of Fortune’s Favorite.
Portia grabbed a handful of raven locks and pulled the dipped head of Suguitan up so Alexis looked into Portia’s piercing emerald pools.
“I know there are people out there who think I’m only interested in gold and you have to pay for costing me mine. But my name and my unending list of accomplishments mean so much more.”
Portia leveled a balled right hand and NAILED Alexis between the eyes, her foe’s copper-skinned legs growing wobbly, even with Suguitan on her knees.
“Some women sit on the sidelines, happy to roll in mud given the chance,” Portia explained. “You and I were better than that. I still am.”
VanBuren delivered another fist and another before finally punctuating with an elbow to the crown of Alexis’ noggin that, when Portia let loose of her grip on Suguitan’s mane, sending the junior member to horizontal.
Portia hopped on to the nearby bottom rope, grabbing the top with both hands. She stared out into the crowd, a trademark smirk emerging.
“I hear you people, hoping and praying,” she shouted. “Praying Treymane ushered in a new age.”
Baby dropped down from her perch and aimed a boot at the chest of a partially risen Suguitan, the Filipino sagging on her haunches. Portia’s leg swung toward Alexis’ bosom but her arms shot in front to catch the kick. The crowd roared as Alexis rose to a full kneel with the leg in her possession. But VanBuren leapt into the air and rotated into a THWACKING Enzugiri with her left that sent Alexis faceplanting into the canvas. Portia, bouncing to her feet, raised her arms high and wide.
“I am ageless,” the blonde assured. “Veronica. I will get your name on a contract before your reign is through. And the incompetence of this street trash won’t be there to save you.” Returning her attention to the aforementioned trash, VanBuren shoveled Alexis onto her back, leaned down and SLAPPED the Penthouse Panther hard enough to make her palm tingle. “Stay down, Jersey.”
Suguitan ‘crunched’ her way up into range of taking a swipe at Portia, but the socialite stomped her back down.
“Did I say you could get up?”
The blonde reached down and sank her nails into Alexis’ scalp and tugged violently upward.
“Now I do,” she added.
Baby hauled Suguitan to her feet and the bronzed battler was led to a corner on rubbery legs. VanBuren SLAMMED Alexis’ face into the top buckle a half-dozen times before sliding by her junior partner. Her back to the corner, Portia climbed to the middle ropes on either side, her hands full of Alexis’ ebony locks, ready to deliver the Boob Job.
But as Portia hopped from her perch, Alexis wrapped her arms around Baby’s thighs, pivoted in a 180 and dropped to her knees, PLANTING Portia to the deck in a modified Powerbomb that rattled the ring and changed the game. Pins didn’t do a damned thing to end the match, but that didn’t stop Suguitan from Matchbooking the blonde and maaaaaaaasssshing a hand into her face until Portia kicked free and slopped to her side. Alexis ended in the same condition though on her right shoulder to Portia’s left. They faced each other, both temporarily unable to create offense or even defense.
Perhaps surprisingly, it’s VanBuren who was the first to reach for her foe until a poke of Alexis’ thumb found an emerald eye of the slender socialite. Portia howled in pain and protest, screaming at Carpenter for a disqualification as she rolled from shoulder to shoulder, rubbing at her injured socket.
Al gave Alexis a stern talking to, one VanBuren no doubt received a thousand times in her career, and like Portia, Alexis barely paid the man any mind. Pushing to her feet wearily, Alexis robustly ripped Baby there with a left set of fingers wrapped tightly in her foe’s flaxen locks.
“These people are as stupid as you say, Portia,” Alexis growled, “but they got something right.”
Suguitan transferred her grip to a wrist and flung Portia across the canvas. Baby barreled into the ropes at full speed and came out of them just as fast, bearing down on a leaping, spinning Alexis. The Filipino delivered a Spin Kick some might have expected to detach Portia’s head from her body but it did send the blonde rocketing to the deck, VanBuren ending in a splayed starfish at Alexis’ feet.
SPIN KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_dyj3F58jKk
The copper-skinned beauty stared down at the uncomprehending Portia.
“Your generation may not be done, but I’m going to make sure you are.”
Portia greeted this with woozy silence, a reaction that disappointed Suguitan until she raised one (recently) booted foot and stamped down on the blonde’s left knee. Portia growled and sat up fast, drawing the throbbing joint close to her chest. Alexis let her tend to the ache in peace, that made it easier for her to grab VanBuren by the ears. She could’ve hauled the veteran to verticality without twisting her ears, but the Penthouse Panther’s mentor had constantly reminded her to pile on the hurt at every opportunity, so she did her best to remove Portia’s ears from her head while simultaneously setting the blonde on her feet.
“Should’ve treated me like a partner, Portia.” Alexis admonished shortly after switching over to a perfectly innocuous grip on her opponent’s left ankle. “With me at your side you could’ve stayed on top another three years, maybe even five. But you threw me away like the rest of the Associates and so your story ends tonignNNNGGHHH!”
VanBuren coiled her left arm around the younger woman’s skull and yanked her down into a grinding Side Headlock. “You delusional, arrogant, CHILD!” she sneered in between temple-gnashing squeezes. “Do you think you’re the first New Money Jersey that promised to take me out? Do you think you’ll be the last? Admit it, Lexis, we both know I’ll still be stealing spotlights when you’re begging for quarters to do the laundrWHOOOAAAAHH NNNNNNGGGGGGGHHH!” Suguitan forced Baby’s captured heel against her tush, then dipped her knees and muscled the startled bendyback to chest-level She sank to one knee just as quickly and the Sinister Socialite yowled in pain as she was deposited shin-first across the powerful exotique’s waiting knee.
SHINBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3bZFSbYBcU
The resultant jolt almost took Portia off her feet, but that impromptu Headlock let her remain upright after the Shinbreaker. The tenacity actually didn’t bother Alexis, indeed she capitalized on the proximity by pounding an elbow into VanBuren’s tummy until the Headlock was so loose she just shook it off. Stepping away from the former World Champion with one foot still in her possession, “Remember how you never allowed Rachel and I to target your knees when we sparring?” Alexis cooed. “I think I’ll enjoy this.”
Portia shook her head ‘no’ and waggled both hands to emphasize the point. “Don’t do it, ‘Lexis! That’s a cheap way to fight and whatever you are, it’s not OOOOWWW!”
The Ferocious Filipino dipped under the exposed limb and laid out on her right side with a textbook Dragon Screw that sent Portia tumbling to the mat with her left foot STILL in the former Associate’s possession! On her feet in an instant, Suguitan tucked the other wrestler’s lower leg beneath her right arm to keep it immobilized while she reached down with her left hand and palmed the back of Baby’s neck. A single quick yank got Portia up and hopping on her remaining. “What’ve you done? Studied every it of Collins footage you could find?” Portia barked even as she tried to remove the catfighter’s nose with a flurry of swats. “If you’d ever paid attention you’d have remembered that didn’t work ten years ago. It’s not going to work nowWWAAAARRRGGGHHH!”
DRAGON SCREW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mS6tOwGa2A4
Alexis twisted under the exposed limb a second time, sending Portia to the mat with a brand spankin’ new kink in her right knee. Back on her feet in no time, Suguitan tightened her grip on Baby’s captured leg and laid a possessive hand on her knee. “Didn’t work? You sure about that, Portia? I seem to recall you spent almost a year on the shelf after that match.”
Never one to waste a lull in combat, VanBuren gouged her elbows into the canvas and started dragging herself toward the ropes. “Spending time on the shelf is worlds different from staying on the shelf, Jersey. I’ll teach you that soon enougHHOOOOOOOHHH SHYT!”
Alexis dug in her heels, lifted the Trust Fund Terror into a near headstand, then turned her over onto her tummy and sat on the small of her back to secure an agonizing Single Leg Crab. “Don’t bother slappin’ that mat just yet, hag!” Alexis taunted when the hold was less than ten seconds old. “Last woman standing rules, remember? Let’s show the world what arthritis is gonna do to your scrawny ass sooner than later!” With that she slid back to a seat just beneath VanBuren’s shoulders and craaaaaaaaaaaaaanked the veteran’s leg into an unpleasant ‘V’ shape.
SINGLE LEG CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkrAzY0XtAk
Very much aware that the sole of her right foot was far closer to the back of her head than she would’ve liked, Portia buried her hands in her own strawberry blonde locks and pulled hard enough to blot out the worst of the pain for a moment. The fire in her scalp lent a moment of clarity, one that allowed her to see the strands were much closer than originally imagined. It was truly a piss poor bit of ring management, one that she would’ve soundly upbraided the brunette for had they still been on the same side. Since they weren’t, Baby only dug her elbows against the canvas and started hossing their combined weight to sanctuary.
Mildly perturbed by the shifting and jouncing, Alexis looked over one shoulder and rolled her eyes. “Carpenter can’t enforce a rope break, Baby. He can just sit there and listen to you whimper while I tie your ankles behind your ears.”
It took every bit of Portia’s considerable will power to remain silent, she couldn’t STAND letting this up-jumped piece of carpet rolling shyt bad mouth her in front of the world, but she allowed it because--blinding agony she knew all too well exploded in her crotch and raced north all the way to the hollow of her throat. “AAAAAAAAHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHHK! YOU CHEAP JERSEY BYTCH! GET OFFA MY TRUNKS!” the lissome lovely wailed at the top of her lungs.
Alas, Suguitan had no intention of ending her claw. She had two years of frustration to work out and every little pinch, twist, tweak and squeeze lightened her spirits that much more. “What’s the matter, boss?” she chided. “This old junk can’t take what you dish out anymore? Tell ya what, I’ll let you go as soon as you sign over the 9-11 to me. Helluva bargain, don’t you think?” She gouged the faintly limned outlines of Portia’s womanhood to emphasize the value of her offer.
Portia actually laughed in spite of the hellish pain in her nethers. “Ooooohhh Lexis, I am going to ruin you, kitten. You thought the ride at the end of Summer Swelter was bad? You’re NEVER gonna stop crying after I AAAAAWWWWWW GAAAAAAAAAAWD!”
The Penthouse Panther slipped her talon in through one of the blonde’s leg holes and attacked VanBuren’s undercarriage directly.
Though Last Woman Standing rules implied the ten count was the end all, be all, Carpenter was still free to ask after his charges, especially if he thought one couldn’t continue. He did so now. “What do you say, Portia? Do you need me to call for the--”
“I’ll buy your apartment complex and turn it into a Whole Foods if you so much as THINK of ending this match.” she hissed through gritted teeth. Al liked his complex very much so he backed off without comment and damned if Portia didn’t reach the ropes less than ten seconds later. As Alexis had mentioned, the ref couldn’t enforce a break, so VanBuren didn’t ask for one. Rather she crawled under the bottom strand and kept right on going, the former champ damn near sliding down the apron headfirst. The press of ropes at her back finally forced Alexis to break the hold of her own volition and so she backed into the middle of the ring while Baby collected herself out on the floor.
The pain in her trunks was bad and the burn in her knee was troubling, yet Portia had dealt with far worse in her storied career and she was back on her feet before the ref was through chiding Suguitan for her trunk wor--OOOOOOHHHHHHH! The FAWNatics let out a surprised cry when a charging Suguitan went low for a skidding Dropkick aimed straight for Portia’s chest. But Portia answered this unexpected offense with an equally startling defense. Snatching the top of the apron in both hands, Baby pulled it up and stepped back, creating an impromptu cave that swallowed her duplicitous protégé up to the hips!
“What the hellNNNNNGGGHHHHH!” Alexis tried to pull herself out at once, leaving her chin exposed to the Roaring Hook that Portia stuffed down her throat.
ROARING HOOK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmAMxs4JhRo
The neck snap from the force of Portia’s connection might have given the Filipino Phenom a case of whiplash, her jaw jacked by power VanBuren rarely relied on. Alexis melted to her haunches, disappearing behind the apron.
Portia shook out her right hand, wincing. She rolled into the ring and struggled to one knee.
“Start counting that flunky’s ass out!” Baby demanded.
“Can’t do it,” Al replied, already backing up, knowing Portia’s incendiary temper. “She’s got to be counted out in the ring.”
“Good GAWWWD! Where do you zebras come up with all of these rules? Have you ever been in a fight, Carpenter?”
Al started to respond but instantly Portia held up her hand.
“Rhetorical!”
The golden-brown body of Suguitan slipped out from under the apron, spilling toward the crowd. That’s the impetus Portia needed to continue the fight. The blonde moved to the ropes nearest Alexis and seemed ready to slip through. But as Suguitan rose, Baby turned and sprinted in the opposite direction. Hitting the cables hard, Fortune’s Favorite rebounded at full speed toward her target.
With her back to the ring, Alexis heard the loud patter of boot leather to mat and spun to see a soaring Baby. Portia flew through the ropes like SuperSocialite and BLASTED into Alexis with a Suicide Dive.
The crowd was suitably impressed by both the cajones and the accuracy of VanBuren, Portia hardly looking like the creaky veteran who got her wins by hook and crook as many on the roster claim. Instead, she lowered the boom on the bigger, badder and now flatter Alexis.
Portia hopped to her feet, the bikini-clad beauty in black’s ivory skin glistening like a beacon of badness. She hovered over the aching Alexis.
“That crotch claw of yours,” she shouted at Suguitan, Alexis pulling herself to a seated position against the barricade. “Bytch. You didn’t do anything but hit the ‘On’ button.”
VanBuren lined up to the junior partner’s right and proceeded to blast away with Soccer Kick after kick to Alexis’ chest, the FAWNatics unable to help themselves as they counted the meaty THWUMPS up to ‘TEN!’
Thankfully for Portia and the fans, Carpenter didn’t have to start a count until his charges regained the ring. Once her work on the floor was done, Baby peeled Alexis off the deck and guided her former protégé to the ring’s edge. With a grunt, she heaved the ho onto the canvas and rolled her back in. The slender socialite hopped to the deck, but climbed the outside of the nearby corner instead of following.
Climbing over the top of the post, Portia took a seat on the top buckle and watched along with the rest of the assembled. On point, Carpenter’s already started a new count. This one would eliminate Alexis if ‘TEN’ was reached. Thankfully, for those whose skin crawled at the arrogant and entitled Manhattanite, Suguitan made it to one knee by ‘FOUR’ and was pushing up at ‘SIX’.
The problem for those same people, Portia rising to her feet and launching from her perch to the right of the rising Phenom, the blonde’s elbow poised high to crown the forehead of the exquisite exotique. But with a groan ready to escape the FAWNatics in unison, Alexis steeled herself for impact. She caught VanBuren, practically prepackaged for a Power Slam. In a smooth flawless motion, the Associates’ power player nearly sent Baby THROUGH the canvas, flipping the blonde over in her grip and depositing, with interest, the three-time former World Champion to a ring-rattling collision, back to the deck.
VanBuren twisted in anguish, her spine arching as she cried out, reaching for the base of her backbone. The throngs erupted in surprise and delight, then demanded Suguitan take advantage. But the Filipino grappler’s used everything left in the tank for that special moment. Genuflecting next to the agonizing Portia, Alexis seemed frozen.
Shrugging, Carpenter shouted out a ‘ONE!’ and Suguitan immediately pushed to her feet, the ref’s count shifting to VanBuren alone. But Alexis wasn’t waiting. She sank her nails into the left A-cup of the socialite and the black swatch covering it, pulling the arched VanBuren up by her teat. Howling like a scalded dog, Portia demanded then pleaded for Suguitan to let go. Instead, Alexis sank her opposite set of nails into the socialite’s other breast, squeezing for all she’s worth.
With Alexis face to face with her former mentor, ravaging the blonde, she drew a healthy dose of extra attention from the packed house by proceeding to Suplex VanBuren by her breast claws. A wailing Baby flipped over Alexis’ shoulder, landing HARD on her spine. This time one hand goes to the base of her vertebrae, the other rubbing at her tits, Portia hardly caring when she lets some nip slip as she attempted to soothe her savaged breasts.
“You crazy bytch,” Portia whined. “I’m Portia Fucking VanBuren.”
Standing behind the now seated Baby, Alexis dipped cupped hands under the chin of the blonde and forced her right knee into the base of Portia’s neck. Alexis yaaaanked back on VanBuren’s head, working the slender blonde over, her copper-skinned biceps flexing in the effort to bring her boss to heel.
But as much fun as punishing the mewling VanBuren was, and it clearly was from the satisfied look on Suguitan’s face, the Filipino shifted her focus, instead using the grip on Baby’s noggin to rip the former World Champ to her feet.
Alexis swept a staggered Portia into a Front Facelock, lifting a harsh right knee into the cleft of Portia’s modest bosom, VanBuren lifted to tiptoes and beyond from the force of the impact. Suguitan threw a limp arm of Baby over her neck and settled into a momentary crouch. Grunting, Alexis vaulted Portia skyward, lifting the ivory-skinned Manhattanite ass over tea kettle, stalling out with VanBuren vertical and in desperate danger.
Instead of sending the blonde tumbling over, Alexis SMASHED Porta to the deck the way she came up with a Gourdbuster, VanBuren PLANTED to the deck. Suguitan’s former mentor bounced and rolled from the force of the impact, ending on her back.
GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2E9GxNMdCE
But again, Alexis hardly looked eager for Al to use his counting fingers to get to ‘ten’. The Penthouse Panther moved to the head Associate and ripped her up again, this time Portia dependent on Alexis to keep her upright, the blonde dazed and leaning heavily into the Filipino.
“Your check-cashing days are over, Portia,” Suguitan whispered into the socialite’s ear. “I’m endorsing now.”
Alexis violently tugged Portia into double underhooks, the crowd getting nervously excited with each show of control the bronzed beauty accumulates. But when Alexis tradeed in the underhooks for a dual reach for Portia’s bikini bottoms, slipped her fingers underneath the pasted-on black triangle covering Portia’s flawless ass and gave Baby the wedgie of a lifetime, VanBuren’s ‘dollar sign’ vanishing into her crack along with the rest of her bottoms, the crowd explodes with anticipation.
Using the atomic wedgie, Alexis forward flipped the flagging VanBuren up her body. She caught Portia’s thighs on her shoulders and sat out, sending Lyle’s little girl plummeting into the deck, the back of Baby’s head and shoulders DRIVEN into the canvas with Alexis’ signature Panty Peeler.
PANTY PEELER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygT59MX-owY
Instead of holding on for the matchbook pin, Suguitan immediately tossed the demolished blonde to her side, VanBuren ending in a motionless heap, the crowd buzzing loudly over the first real threat at a ten-count for the night.
Al held off just long enough to make sure the brunette wasn’t planning to splash, drop, stomp or otherwise abuse her opposition in the next few seconds. Once satisfied he positioned himself near Portia and started to count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN--”
The former FAWN World Champion sat up, earning a groan of derision from the crowd. Simply reaching a seat didn’t stop the ref’s count, but it must’ve been enough for Alexis, who immediately rushed the ropes directly in front of the vulnerable blonde. Any questions over how Alexis would make the transition from wrestling in stockings to boots was emphatically answered the moment she flicked out her right foot and THWHACKED her heel between Baby’s eyes!
LOW RUNNING BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ty7xU6UWA6g
Portia went down at once and Carpenter moved in to start another count but Suguitan shook her head ‘no’. “Save your breath. The wicked witch still has some left in the tank, don’t you, Portia?” VanBuren rolled onto her side and put the heel of her right hand against the bridge of her nose. “Keep it up, Jersey. You’re just making it worse on yoursOH NO YOU DON’T! GET HER OFF ME, CARPENTER!”
Alexis had laid claim to Portia’s ankles and stretched her legs wide, which caused the lithesome blonde an understandable amount of distress. The thought of ‘window washing’ her way out of the predicament never once crossed VanBuren’s mind, she did however bark a steady stream of demands at the official, even as she scrambled toward the presumed safety of the ropes. Alexis made no move to stop her former employer’s retreat. She knew damned well that VanBuren was too cheap to have bought Carpenter’s assistance, which meant the strands couldn’t do a damned thing to save her. Even so, she occasionally jerked the struggling battler back by several inches, if only to scuff up that sinewy alabaster frame.
Eventually Baby managed to grab the bottom rope, but rather than demand a break she tried to pull herself out onto the floor for a second time. “Don’t think so, boss lady.” Suguitan dug in her heels and stepped back a couple steps. “We’re not done until the ambulance arrives!”
Portia didn’t bother to answer, she was putting every bit of her upper body strength into crawling clear of the squared circle. Only it wasn’t working. Oh, her death-grip on the bottom rope held fast, but the Penthouse Panther had an identical grip on the veteran’s ankles and every backward step stretched VanBuren a little tighter. When it became clear that neither Carpenter or the duplicitous sneak were going to give her a break, Portia halved her grip just long enough to twist herself over. Doing so forced Suguitan to switch hands on the blonde’s ankles which she did with a smirk. “What do you think you’re doing, Baby? Alexis teased when POV hoisted herself from the bottom rope to the middle in one awkward motion. “Climbing all the way up just means a harder landing when I pull you off the ropes!” She illustrated this point by jostling Baby’s ankles hard enough to make her ‘eeeep!’ Even so, she clung to the rubber-coated steel, hell, she clambered to the top rope! “Beg me to let you go.” Alexis demanded over the rumble of the crowd. “Scream it for the whole arena to hear and I’ll finish you off quick.”
The idea of begging anyone for mercy, let alone this no class piece of new money shyt, had Portia’s green eyes tossing sparks. Glancing back over her right shoulder, she sneered, “I’m going to use you like a goddamned hand puppet, AlexAAHNNNNHH!”
Alexis set the former champ’s ankles atop her shoulders, cupped her calves and dipped into a low crouch. Then she pushed up and tossed VanBuren’s legs up and forward. The sold out crowd cringed at the idea of anyone soaring over the top rope that way, thankfully the momentum was such that the Sinister Socialite ended her arc in a straight up and down headstand. Of course such an arrangement meant Portia was quite defenseless, as she and the FAWNatics discovered when Suguitan reared back on her left foot and THWHACKED a Savate Kick into the blonde’s upside down face!
Baby’s noggin snapped back at a vicious angle and she may have very well dropped straight to the canvas if Alexis hadn’t stepped in and caught her in an improvised Fireman’s Carry. “I’M TIRED OF SEEING SOMEONE ELSE’S NAME ON THE BUILDING!” the Filipino Phenom bellowed as she stomped around showing off her burden. “FROM NOW ON, I RUN THIS PLACE!” Boos from several parts of the arena, but these were quickly overtaken by grudging applause when Alexis ‘hupped’ VanBuren from the Fireman’s Carry to a classic Powerbomb stall in a single easy motion. A better ring general than most (including Baby) gave her credit for, Suguitan angled ‘em both toward a corner on the far side of the ring and set off at a brisk pace. Far too woozy to really understand the danger, Portia just cupped the back of her attacker’s neck, not that it was enough to stop the younger woman from tossing her into the turnbuckles spine-first.
TURNBUCKLE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-FHsWEAXng
There was a low, ugly BWUUUUNG followed by an incredulous roar from the FAWNatics when Portia stumbled away from the crash site without losing her footing. Count Alexis among those surprised by the blonde’s resilience, yet where the dopes on the other side of the guardrail only responded by stuffing their face full of popcorn or downing another swig of beer, the Penthouse Panther celebrated VanBuren’s stubborn verticality with a Toe Kick that struck home square between the thighs. Portia gaped and doubled over, offering her head to the Front Facelock Alexis had waiting. Slinging POV’s left arm across the back of her neck, Alexis bent down, grabbed her left leg behind the knee and wrenched it up in a domineering cradle. Trap set, Suguitan powered the former World Champ up like it was nothing, twisted her hips and sat out on her butt to THAWHUNK Portia down on the back of her neck.
FROM PENTHOUSE TO POORHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-bHOADMTFE
Slinging Portia’s leg away the instant they touched down, Alexis scooted away and hurried to her feet, lest she be tempted to spoil the count by grinding Portia’s nose. “COUNT!” she roared to Carpenter. “COUNT HER DOWN!”
She needn’t have worried, Al was already in position to carry out the order. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT…NINE…’
Portia rolled onto her belly, pushed up and lurched toward the ropes with less than a heartbeat to spare. Alexis didn’t really know if her old boss was trying to make a break for it or simply heading to the ropes on instinct but that minor mystery didn’t stop her from snatching VanBuren by the hair as she dipped through the strands. “Not a chance, Baby.” Alexis jerked her head from side to side, then stepped out onto the narrow ledge of apron. “You wanna leave this place? You leave at my discretion. And once you’re gone, you’re NEVER coming back.”
Dragging Fortune’s Favorite out along with her, Alexis applied another Front Facelock and secured another cradle. “Ummmhhhh, Alexis?” Al spoke for the whole audience. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
The battle-weary brunette spared him a brief glance. “Doing what London, Collins, Sanders, Armstrong, Deschain and West never could. I’m ending this miserable bytch.”
With that she gathered her reserves and boosted Portia overhead with a huge roar. Only vaguely aware that they were holding their breath out of concern for freakin’ Portia Ophelia VanBuren, the FAWNatics actually pled the blonde’s case before Suguitan ran down the apron, hopped off and dropped to a seat on the steel steps leading to the squared circle. The BAW-WOOOOOOOONG! of Portia’s head striking the unforgiving metal was immediately drowned out by a whole arena’s full of fans screaming ‘HOLY SHYT!’ at the top of their lungs.
After Alexis released, Portia’s limp body flowed down the steps like rain from a downpour, puddling at the bottom. The seated Suguitan winced as she rose, the ass-to-steel landing not a pleasant one, but when she looked down upon the demolished VanBuren, a wide beaming grin emerged.
The Filipino Phenom stood in a straddle of the boneless mess that was Portia. With Baby knocked to kingdom come, it didn’t appear an easy task to dead-lift the body of the lead Associate, but the adrenaline pumping through the copper-skinned beauty allowed Alexis to manage it with ease, lifting what’s left of the blonde to the deck and stuffing her under the bottom rope.
Alexis eased her way in, rose, and rolled Portia’s carcass to the center with a shove of her boot.
“Start any time, Carpenter. I just put VB&A in Chapter 11 and nothing short of electroshock paddles is moving that loser.”
The man did as he’s told, rattling off the first seven numerals, the roar of the crowd growing with each one. The Penthouse Panther strode next to her devastated prey, making a circle around the spread-eagled VanBuren. She settled in a stance next to Baby’s left side, sure she’s pointed toward the main camera lens when claiming her victory, a lesson Portia explained to her on Day One of her time as an Associate.
Suguitan spread arms and legs wide as Al shouted out ‘EIGHT’, the FAWNatics joining him in ‘NINE’ and finally the all-important ‘TEN’! Carpenter called for the bell, but the victorious Alexis motioned to the crowd to keep counting and at least half took her up, moving through ‘FIFTEEN’ at the point the ring announcer makes things official.
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER… VIA A TEN-COUNT KNOCKOUT… ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
The crowd roared in response and KEPT COUNTING... ’NINETEEN’…’TWENTY’… TWENTY-ONE’. The gorgeous exotique was chuckling now, reveling in the piling on of the FAWNatics’ as she gazed down on the still lifeless Portia.
Less enthused was a worried Carpenter who called for the EMTs frantically. From the back, a stretcher was wheeled down to the ring post-haste. The men in white stationed it ringside and slid into the squared circle with a flatboard and a neck brace. The med-techs worked meticulously with the unconscious VanBuren, strapping her to the board and locking her head and neck in place.
All the while the count continued from the unsympathetic crowd… ’FORTY-EIGHT’… ’FORTY-NINE’… ’FIFTY’! A delighted Alexis waved her arms, directing them to continue, occasionally looking down on VanBuren and jawing at her.
As the men slid Portia under the ropes and placed her gently on the stretcher, Suguitan moved to the ropes and cheekily waved Portia and the past bye-bye. As Baby was wheeled to the side of the ramp and toward the back end of an ambulance that’s been pulled into the arena bowl, its ‘cherries’ flashing, the crowd continued. ‘EIGHTY’…’EIGHTY-ONE…’EIGHT-TWO’.
The EMTs knocked frantically on the closed doors and, when it didn’t open, they worked feverishly at the handle. Suddenly, the doors swung wide with incredible force, both men sent staggering away, falling flat to the floor in a daze.
The count continued with a few stalwarts…’NINETY-EIGHT…’NINETY-NINE’…’ONE HUNDRED’! Otherwise, the confused crowd and an equally curious Alexis watched as one CRICKET MUNRO emerged from the ambulance.
CRICKET MUNRO:
The former tag partner of Portia and, when last seen, battered and banished ex-Associate scrambled next to the horizontal VanBuren and TAGGED her with slap after slap after slap, Baby finally stirring.
Strapped down, Portia’s helpless next to her former friend and the diminutive Munro let loose on the slender socialite, jacking Portia with forearm after forearm. Finally, climbing aboard Portia’s conveyance, she leapt into the air, delivering an Elbow Drop to the cleft of Portia’s A-cups that sent a series of spasms through VanBuren.
With the crowd blowing the roof off, Cricket seemed satiated for the time being. The blonde disengaged, moves to the ambulance and tugged out a ramp she used to push the once-again comatose VanBuren into the back.
After tossing away the ramp and slamming the doors behind Baby, she turned to the crowd and bowed, Alexis still in the ring, cheering her on as well. She moved to the driver’s side and clambered in. Quickly behind, the sirens wailed and whatever was left of Portia Ophelia VanVuren IV was motored out of the arena. If Munro was charitable, it might be to a nearby ICU.
In the ring, Alexis had acquired a microphone and waited for the buzz to lower to a reasonable din.
“You’re welcome,” she shouted. “You can consider the hostile takeover and dissolution of VanBuren & Associates, not to mention Portia VanBuren’s career, concluded!”
The FAWNatics exploded as one in jubilation.
“BUT…” Alexis shouted. “BUT…BUT…BUT…you can also consider the end of Veronica Treymane’s title reign just as surely over when I next see her in the ring.”
The assembled were less enthusiastic, cheers turning to jeers.
“Shut your damn mouths and get another ambulance ready! I ended the old queen. Left her nothing but a memory. I’ll end the new queen in similar gruesome fashion. Count the days, people! COUNT…THE…DAYS.”
Galled by the fact that brass had decided the lame ass Manila knockoff would enter second, the slender socialite bounced from one foot to the other.
“Baggage is gone,” Portia mumbled as a mantra, assuring herself that rolling without an Associate was surely the best thing that’s happened to her.
When the sound of ‘How You Like Me Now' from Heavy, the drumbeating clarion call of FAWN’s infamous icon coursed through the arena’s speakers, Baby took a deep breath and pushed through.
HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVzvRsl4rEM
The crowd rose to its feet as a whole in one of the most oft-repeated rituals in FAWN history. The masses jeered Baby with every ounce of capacity their lungs could muster. The sound was at a decibel level no one else could elicit. Even with the ‘big belt’ gone from Portia’s waist, the hatred of Lyle VanBuren’s only child was off the charts.
Baby started down the aisle, paying the jeers no mind. Instead, Portia was totally absorbed in the memories of how Suguitan had cost her the World Title. How the bytch had tried to deny it. How she’d squealed and begged beneath the 9-11. Baring her teeth in a wicked smirk, VanBuren strode through the familiar, eardrum-injuring cascade of catcalls echoing through the confines at the volume of a jet engine.
The sinewy blonde reached the ring and offered a familiar toss of her golden mane as she made her way up the steps. VanBuren eschewed her trademark scant black bikini emblazoned with a green, sparkling dollar sign on her infamous and flawless derriere for her alternative green with gold dollar sign, perhaps to make a clear cut from VB&A. Baby’s uva-nourished, ivory skin glowed next to the emerald swatches, her attire completed with gold pads and boots. The footwear contained a green outline of the state of New Jersey, an iconic red circle with a slash superimposed atop the Garden State.
The blonde patrician waited at the ropes and motioned for Al Carpenter to come open them for her.
“Do your job, Jersey,” Portia demanded with a haughty sniff.
Carpenter did as bade, carefully sitting on the second strand and raising the top so the former World Champion could glide into the squared circle.
As Portia started to stretch out in the far corner, the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Last Woman Standing match! Introducing first, hailing from Manhattan and Easthampton, New York and Monaco City, Monaco, standing five feet seven inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds, she is the former THREE TIME FAWN World Champion… Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV!”
Portia moved to the center of the ring to better regard the teeming mass of Florida-Jersey filth. “You thought I taught her a harsh lesson last time? It’s nothing compared to what you’ll get tonight.”
Portia turned with a wicked flaxen hair flip and strode back to her corner, waggling her golden dollar sign at the crowd, as if to let them know in big matches like this, she’s still the smart money.
The Red, White & Bruised contingent was still giving Portia the ol’ Holy Hell when the lights went out all over the arena. Far from the murky gloom of the Church of Eternal Midnight or the expectant darkness of that preceded Lily Burlingame’s comet, this had an obvious focal point in the FAWNtron, which showed a quickly shifting montage of metropolitan skylines from around the world. New York, London, Paris, Sydney, Los Angeles, Rio and ultimately Orlando, with the FAWN arena on prominent display. The speakers kicked in as the locals started to cheer, the volume of the former more than loud enough to make sure everyone heard the opening to Fall Out Boy’s ‘Centuries’.
CENTURIES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZEnQogAd8U
Some legends are told,
Some turn to dust or to gold,
But you will remember me,
Remember me for centuries.
Light returned in time with the first verse, revealing some startling changes that earned a surprised buzz from the crowd. For starters, each side of the ramp was lined with half a dozen burly secret services types in black suits. Backs to the surprised fans, they kept their eyes trained on the entryway, where the traditional curtain had been replaced with a set of frosted glass double doors emblazoned with a single name:
$UGUITAN
And just one mistake,
Is all it will take.
Go down in history,
Remember me for centuries.
Someone on the other side damned near kicked the doors off their hinges and out strode Portia’s old protégé looking more motivated than she had in a very, very long time. Calm, cool and collected despite the roar of the crowd and the pounding of her own heart, the Filipino Phenom tipped her head down, allowing the sunglasses she wore to slide down her nose. Dark eyes locked on Portia, Alexis pointed a condemning finger at the blonde, then stormed her way toward the ring.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
“And introducing 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 ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
Along with the new anthem came some dramatic sartorial changes as well. Gone was the red velvet, in it’s place was a gleaming white two piece that almost seemed to glow against the mellow copper of her complexion. The pro-style trappings continued with matching knee-pads and shin-high boots, the former adorned with the same stylized $ seen on the double doors. Last but not least was the voluminous sleeveless mink coat, an accessory that would’ve looked just as appropriate at a red carpet premiere or adorning the shoulders of some warrior queen as she strode onto the battlefield.
Paying no attention to the fans or her new security detail, Suguitan traversed the ramp and ascended the steps in silence. It wasn’t until she’d slipped through the ropes to claim the center of the ring that she found time for words and those were reserved for referee Al Carpenter. “My coat, if you would, Mr. Carpenter.”
Less wary than he would’ve been if Alexis and Portia were still a united front, Al moved in to help, but stopped when Suguitan held up a hand. Without speaking, she swung around so that her back was to VanBuren. The Penthouse Panther stretched her arms wide and smiled. “Proceed.”
The ref did as he was told, carefully slipping the mink off one shoulder and then the other. Its absence revealed a final detail about Suguitan’s new attire, a glittery golden $ stretched taut across her sculpted backside. Glancing over one shoulder to smirk at VanBuren, Alexis murmured, “Your money’s no good here, Baby. Don’t worry, I’ve got ya covered.”
Portia snarled and started out of her corner but Suguitan was already retreating to her side of the ring and Al was wise enough interpose himself between the former Associates.
Tossing her glasses to a ringside flunky once she was in the ropes, Suguitan threw her arms over the top rope and waited for the opening bell. Once it sounded she was gonna trash Portia VanBuren’s FAWN stock once and for all.
Understandably conflicted as to just who they wanted to / should cheer in this colossal clash of Bad Girls, the FAWNatics kicked it up to a fever pitch when the bell sounded, presumably because they hoped blonde and brunette would simply beat the ever loving snot out of one another. Portia paid them no attention at all of course, she was still fuming over the slight of that ungrateful Jersey’s flashy new entrance heaped upon the indignity of coming to the ring first. Alexis saw her coming and was tempted to slip through the ropes as Baby so often had, yet she dismissed the notion after only a moment. Portia Ophelia VanBuren would’ve slipped through the ropes, but she wasn’t the Trust Fund Terror. She was Alexis Suguitan and the Penthouse Panther met her prey head on.
Circling right out of the buckles to slow Baby’s advance, Suguitan trailed her fingers along the top rope as she kept a careful eye on the blonde. “Why’d you slow down, Portia?” she asked the question loud enough for the first few rows to make it out. “Starting to realize you made the biggest mistake of your career?”
Posted up in center ring, VanBuren turned to watch the arrogant idiot but made no move to chase her. This was HER ring and the Jersey’s did HER bidding. “You’re still on the continent, ‘Lexis. You’re the one that made the mistake. Showing up for this match? It might as well be your last will and testament.”
Alexis’s temper flared and she closed on Portia without actually drawing within grappling range. “Did you really think I was going to run, Baby? NO ONE humiliates me like that and gets away with it. Especially not the woman I kept relevant for the better part of two--”
CRAAACK!
VanBuren stepped into the breach and silenced the brunette with a Bytch Slap stiffer than any she’d ever landed on a mouth that didn’t belong to Shea London. “YOU kept ME relevant? Need I remind you that you were nothing but a jobber in satin panties losing to Lisa Dream before I plucked you from obscurity. I am the ONLY reason you’re not still languishing in Bangor, so it is my absolute RIGHT to humiliate you however I see NNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
The Ferocious Filipino clipped Baby’s jaw with a savage, hateful backhanded Bytch Slap that rocked the former World Champion on her heels. So focused on her opponent that she didn’t notice the first (and possibly only) babyface pop of her career, Alexis said, “I’m gonna give you one chance, Portia. Wrestle me like I’m an equal and win or lose, I’ll stay out of your way once the match is over. But if you insist on treating me like any of the other Jersey’s in that locker room, I will happily treat you like my BYTCH.”
Portia brushed a thumb across the side of her mouth, checking for blood. Finding none, she locked eyes with Alexis and murmured, “You’re going to bawl into my dollar sign, Jersey.”
“You’ll beg into mine first.”
The promise was barely out of her mouth when Suguitan pounced on the veteran and swept her into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. One hand found the nape of Baby’s neck at once and Alexis took great delight in wrenching VanBuren’s head back as she marched her toward the nearest corner. “Little different from all our sparring, isn’t it, Baby?” Alexis chuckled as she wrenched the blonde’s head back n’ forth despite Carpenter’s warnings. “I finally don’t have to hold back anyERRRGGGHHH!”
Portia let go of Suguitan’s bicep, brought that hand up and across and raaaaaaaaaaaked the younger woman’s eyes with extreme prejudice. Suguitan yelped and tried to disengage only to find herself caught in a stern Side Headlock. “Don’t you dare complain about the Eye Rake, little man.” Baby sneered as she marched the struggling former Associate into the buckles. “She was pulling my hair, now she’s not. Let me handle this my own way and it’ll be easier on both of us.”
In no need of an answer from the man in stripes, the Sinister Socialite relinquished the Headlock just in time to hoist Alexis’s noggin up and BWUUUNG it into the top turnbuckle. Alexis grunted and promptly stuffed an elbow into VanBuren’s trim tummy, so the blonde reared back on tiptoe and bashed the younger woman’s forehead against the roughly-padded steel half a dozen more times. She would’ve made it a full dozen if not for the presence of the official, but cut off early to spare herself the nattering of the official.
Not that this meant good things for Suguitan because nothing could be further from the truth. Head still ringing from the pounding on the buckles, the brunette tried to slide out of the corner, alas Portia snatched her by the shoulder and spun her into place back-first. Clamping a vise-like claw around the lower half of the other woman’s whimpering traitor’s face, VanBuren squeezed hard and cooed, “You’re not going anywhere, Jersey. Not until I show you just how worthless you are without my good name backing you up.”
Baby slapped Alexis for good measure, then grabbed hold of the ropes to the brunette’s right and stepped onto the bottom strand. Balanced on her left foot, she raised the right up high and braced it against the side of Suguitan’s face. “Kiss my boot, Jersey. I said KISS IT!” Portia thrust her foot violently forward, just throttling her senseless while the ref and fans jeered vehemently. Aware of the count in a way only a veteran could be, the Trust Fund Terror ended the abuse at ‘FOUR!’ and hopped from her perch. Hands up as a sign of good faith, she backed off and walked a loop just long enough to keep her in Al’s good graces when she returned a few seconds later.
SHOE SHINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUWEVySCRow
UVA-nourished thigh CHUPPED across the belly knocked a little more wind from Alexis’s lungs and the follow up SMACK to the face kept her from clearing her head before the haughty blonde mounted the second rope. Working her fingers into Suguitan’s hair, Portia smirked and said, “I admit, I’ve often wondered what it would feel like to have you groveling at my mercy. It’ll be a pleasure to find out.”
Stunned but hardly defenseless, Alexis raised both hands and sank hiss-worthy claws into her old boss’s ribs, just above her hips. “Huuuuhhhh…who’s groveling, bytch? I’m just letting you tire your old ass ouMMMMPPPPPGGHHHHHH!”
Portia jerked Alexis’s face into her tummy and arched her back, an old, infrequently used embarrassment tactic that she thought perfect for scrubbing away Suguitan’s sass mouth… and her nose, perhaps. “Don’t worry Lex, you’ll taste the Bear Market later, right now I’m just softening you up.” The wicked washboarding continued on for another ‘FOUR!’ count and just like before, VanBuren hopped down with no comment. “Don’t say a word to her.” she warned Carpenter when he made a move to check on the Filipino Phenom. “You don’t pay attention to a single thing she says until her nose is wedged against my trunks, understand?”
Al started to reply so of course Portia brushed right by him. If the ref was talking back it meant she was free to resume her corner work and that’s exactly what she did. Back on the middle turnbuckle for the second time in less than a minute, the domineering blonde pulled Alexis’s head back with her left hand and cocked the right into a fist. “Time for you to learn just how badly you f*cked up, Jersey.” That fist came down, went up and came down again. A skilled striker even without the assistance of her favorite accessory, VanBuren couldn’t help but smirk when the fans tallied the count for her.
‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!”
Hopping off just shy of a complete set, Baby slapped on a Side Headlock, yanked Suguitan free of the corner and forced her head down against the top rope. “Let’s go for a walk, bytch.” She pressed down and started to stroll, just grrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiinding the brunette’s face against the rubber-coated steel. Alexis groaned and struggled, but didn’t wail the way Portia had hoped, so she pressed down even harder and “WHOOAAAHHHNNNNNGGHH!”
Alexis twisted out of the Headlock, spinning low in front of the startled blonde as she did so. Right shoulder wedged against VanBuren’s belly, Alexis wrapped her left arm around her opponent’s hips and charged back the way they’d came to BWUUUUUNG Baby against the buckles with an emphatic Shoulderblock!
Gutted and carried to the corner, Portia’s spine SLAMMED into the buckles, her body rocked by the strength Suguitan had at her employ. The socialite slid down to her boot soles as Alexis backed away, rubbing at her eyes and cursing. VanBuren drew in a couple deep breaths. She’d offered Associate status to Alexis to provide VB&A a power game, but to feel that game turned against her sent a shiver of realization down her aching backbone.
This match being a ten-count Last Woman Standing battle for ownership of the VanBuren & Associates’ name already painted Portia in a corner, the smarks in the crowd understanding what an advantage this gave the Filipino. But as Alexis’ sight cleared and she charged to put THIS shoulder THROUGH Baby’s midriff, they and Suguitan again learned that when it came to her name, Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV could not be labeled an underdog.
Lifting her legs high, Portia let the rushing Suguitan fly in beneath her, Alexis’s right shoulder finding nothing to stop it before SLAMMING into the steel post. Landing astride, Alexis’ back, VanBuren clamped a scissors around the midsection of the junior member and threw her bodyweight forward. Startling the FAWNatics, Baby flipped into a somersaulting Powerbomb of Suguitan, dropping not only Alexis’ shoulders to the mat but the jaws of the crowd.
Stacked between VanBuren’s lithe legs, her dollar sign pointed to the rafter, $uguitan bicycles her legs wildly while a smirking Portia spank-spank-spank-spank-spank-SPANKED! a rude little tune out on her tush. Growling in hate and embarrassment, Suguitan twisted a shoulder clear and scrambled away to create some valuable distance between herself and Baby. Cradling her head with an arm, her dark eyes still watery, Alexis reached a three-point stance before an already standing Portia sent a boot into the back of Suguitan’s left knee. Alexis genuflected, yelping in pain as she did. The sound was music to the ears of Fortune’s Favorite.
Portia grabbed a handful of raven locks and pulled the dipped head of Suguitan up so Alexis looked into Portia’s piercing emerald pools.
“I know there are people out there who think I’m only interested in gold and you have to pay for costing me mine. But my name and my unending list of accomplishments mean so much more.”
Portia leveled a balled right hand and NAILED Alexis between the eyes, her foe’s copper-skinned legs growing wobbly, even with Suguitan on her knees.
“Some women sit on the sidelines, happy to roll in mud given the chance,” Portia explained. “You and I were better than that. I still am.”
VanBuren delivered another fist and another before finally punctuating with an elbow to the crown of Alexis’ noggin that, when Portia let loose of her grip on Suguitan’s mane, sending the junior member to horizontal.
Portia hopped on to the nearby bottom rope, grabbing the top with both hands. She stared out into the crowd, a trademark smirk emerging.
“I hear you people, hoping and praying,” she shouted. “Praying Treymane ushered in a new age.”
Baby dropped down from her perch and aimed a boot at the chest of a partially risen Suguitan, the Filipino sagging on her haunches. Portia’s leg swung toward Alexis’ bosom but her arms shot in front to catch the kick. The crowd roared as Alexis rose to a full kneel with the leg in her possession. But VanBuren leapt into the air and rotated into a THWACKING Enzugiri with her left that sent Alexis faceplanting into the canvas. Portia, bouncing to her feet, raised her arms high and wide.
“I am ageless,” the blonde assured. “Veronica. I will get your name on a contract before your reign is through. And the incompetence of this street trash won’t be there to save you.” Returning her attention to the aforementioned trash, VanBuren shoveled Alexis onto her back, leaned down and SLAPPED the Penthouse Panther hard enough to make her palm tingle. “Stay down, Jersey.”
Suguitan ‘crunched’ her way up into range of taking a swipe at Portia, but the socialite stomped her back down.
“Did I say you could get up?”
The blonde reached down and sank her nails into Alexis’ scalp and tugged violently upward.
“Now I do,” she added.
Baby hauled Suguitan to her feet and the bronzed battler was led to a corner on rubbery legs. VanBuren SLAMMED Alexis’ face into the top buckle a half-dozen times before sliding by her junior partner. Her back to the corner, Portia climbed to the middle ropes on either side, her hands full of Alexis’ ebony locks, ready to deliver the Boob Job.
But as Portia hopped from her perch, Alexis wrapped her arms around Baby’s thighs, pivoted in a 180 and dropped to her knees, PLANTING Portia to the deck in a modified Powerbomb that rattled the ring and changed the game. Pins didn’t do a damned thing to end the match, but that didn’t stop Suguitan from Matchbooking the blonde and maaaaaaaasssshing a hand into her face until Portia kicked free and slopped to her side. Alexis ended in the same condition though on her right shoulder to Portia’s left. They faced each other, both temporarily unable to create offense or even defense.
Perhaps surprisingly, it’s VanBuren who was the first to reach for her foe until a poke of Alexis’ thumb found an emerald eye of the slender socialite. Portia howled in pain and protest, screaming at Carpenter for a disqualification as she rolled from shoulder to shoulder, rubbing at her injured socket.
Al gave Alexis a stern talking to, one VanBuren no doubt received a thousand times in her career, and like Portia, Alexis barely paid the man any mind. Pushing to her feet wearily, Alexis robustly ripped Baby there with a left set of fingers wrapped tightly in her foe’s flaxen locks.
“These people are as stupid as you say, Portia,” Alexis growled, “but they got something right.”
Suguitan transferred her grip to a wrist and flung Portia across the canvas. Baby barreled into the ropes at full speed and came out of them just as fast, bearing down on a leaping, spinning Alexis. The Filipino delivered a Spin Kick some might have expected to detach Portia’s head from her body but it did send the blonde rocketing to the deck, VanBuren ending in a splayed starfish at Alexis’ feet.
SPIN KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_dyj3F58jKk
The copper-skinned beauty stared down at the uncomprehending Portia.
“Your generation may not be done, but I’m going to make sure you are.”
Portia greeted this with woozy silence, a reaction that disappointed Suguitan until she raised one (recently) booted foot and stamped down on the blonde’s left knee. Portia growled and sat up fast, drawing the throbbing joint close to her chest. Alexis let her tend to the ache in peace, that made it easier for her to grab VanBuren by the ears. She could’ve hauled the veteran to verticality without twisting her ears, but the Penthouse Panther’s mentor had constantly reminded her to pile on the hurt at every opportunity, so she did her best to remove Portia’s ears from her head while simultaneously setting the blonde on her feet.
“Should’ve treated me like a partner, Portia.” Alexis admonished shortly after switching over to a perfectly innocuous grip on her opponent’s left ankle. “With me at your side you could’ve stayed on top another three years, maybe even five. But you threw me away like the rest of the Associates and so your story ends tonignNNNGGHHH!”
VanBuren coiled her left arm around the younger woman’s skull and yanked her down into a grinding Side Headlock. “You delusional, arrogant, CHILD!” she sneered in between temple-gnashing squeezes. “Do you think you’re the first New Money Jersey that promised to take me out? Do you think you’ll be the last? Admit it, Lexis, we both know I’ll still be stealing spotlights when you’re begging for quarters to do the laundrWHOOOAAAAHH NNNNNNGGGGGGGHHH!” Suguitan forced Baby’s captured heel against her tush, then dipped her knees and muscled the startled bendyback to chest-level She sank to one knee just as quickly and the Sinister Socialite yowled in pain as she was deposited shin-first across the powerful exotique’s waiting knee.
SHINBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3bZFSbYBcU
The resultant jolt almost took Portia off her feet, but that impromptu Headlock let her remain upright after the Shinbreaker. The tenacity actually didn’t bother Alexis, indeed she capitalized on the proximity by pounding an elbow into VanBuren’s tummy until the Headlock was so loose she just shook it off. Stepping away from the former World Champion with one foot still in her possession, “Remember how you never allowed Rachel and I to target your knees when we sparring?” Alexis cooed. “I think I’ll enjoy this.”
Portia shook her head ‘no’ and waggled both hands to emphasize the point. “Don’t do it, ‘Lexis! That’s a cheap way to fight and whatever you are, it’s not OOOOWWW!”
The Ferocious Filipino dipped under the exposed limb and laid out on her right side with a textbook Dragon Screw that sent Portia tumbling to the mat with her left foot STILL in the former Associate’s possession! On her feet in an instant, Suguitan tucked the other wrestler’s lower leg beneath her right arm to keep it immobilized while she reached down with her left hand and palmed the back of Baby’s neck. A single quick yank got Portia up and hopping on her remaining. “What’ve you done? Studied every it of Collins footage you could find?” Portia barked even as she tried to remove the catfighter’s nose with a flurry of swats. “If you’d ever paid attention you’d have remembered that didn’t work ten years ago. It’s not going to work nowWWAAAARRRGGGHHH!”
DRAGON SCREW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mS6tOwGa2A4
Alexis twisted under the exposed limb a second time, sending Portia to the mat with a brand spankin’ new kink in her right knee. Back on her feet in no time, Suguitan tightened her grip on Baby’s captured leg and laid a possessive hand on her knee. “Didn’t work? You sure about that, Portia? I seem to recall you spent almost a year on the shelf after that match.”
Never one to waste a lull in combat, VanBuren gouged her elbows into the canvas and started dragging herself toward the ropes. “Spending time on the shelf is worlds different from staying on the shelf, Jersey. I’ll teach you that soon enougHHOOOOOOOHHH SHYT!”
Alexis dug in her heels, lifted the Trust Fund Terror into a near headstand, then turned her over onto her tummy and sat on the small of her back to secure an agonizing Single Leg Crab. “Don’t bother slappin’ that mat just yet, hag!” Alexis taunted when the hold was less than ten seconds old. “Last woman standing rules, remember? Let’s show the world what arthritis is gonna do to your scrawny ass sooner than later!” With that she slid back to a seat just beneath VanBuren’s shoulders and craaaaaaaaaaaaaanked the veteran’s leg into an unpleasant ‘V’ shape.
SINGLE LEG CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkrAzY0XtAk
Very much aware that the sole of her right foot was far closer to the back of her head than she would’ve liked, Portia buried her hands in her own strawberry blonde locks and pulled hard enough to blot out the worst of the pain for a moment. The fire in her scalp lent a moment of clarity, one that allowed her to see the strands were much closer than originally imagined. It was truly a piss poor bit of ring management, one that she would’ve soundly upbraided the brunette for had they still been on the same side. Since they weren’t, Baby only dug her elbows against the canvas and started hossing their combined weight to sanctuary.
Mildly perturbed by the shifting and jouncing, Alexis looked over one shoulder and rolled her eyes. “Carpenter can’t enforce a rope break, Baby. He can just sit there and listen to you whimper while I tie your ankles behind your ears.”
It took every bit of Portia’s considerable will power to remain silent, she couldn’t STAND letting this up-jumped piece of carpet rolling shyt bad mouth her in front of the world, but she allowed it because--blinding agony she knew all too well exploded in her crotch and raced north all the way to the hollow of her throat. “AAAAAAAAHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHHK! YOU CHEAP JERSEY BYTCH! GET OFFA MY TRUNKS!” the lissome lovely wailed at the top of her lungs.
Alas, Suguitan had no intention of ending her claw. She had two years of frustration to work out and every little pinch, twist, tweak and squeeze lightened her spirits that much more. “What’s the matter, boss?” she chided. “This old junk can’t take what you dish out anymore? Tell ya what, I’ll let you go as soon as you sign over the 9-11 to me. Helluva bargain, don’t you think?” She gouged the faintly limned outlines of Portia’s womanhood to emphasize the value of her offer.
Portia actually laughed in spite of the hellish pain in her nethers. “Ooooohhh Lexis, I am going to ruin you, kitten. You thought the ride at the end of Summer Swelter was bad? You’re NEVER gonna stop crying after I AAAAAWWWWWW GAAAAAAAAAAWD!”
The Penthouse Panther slipped her talon in through one of the blonde’s leg holes and attacked VanBuren’s undercarriage directly.
Though Last Woman Standing rules implied the ten count was the end all, be all, Carpenter was still free to ask after his charges, especially if he thought one couldn’t continue. He did so now. “What do you say, Portia? Do you need me to call for the--”
“I’ll buy your apartment complex and turn it into a Whole Foods if you so much as THINK of ending this match.” she hissed through gritted teeth. Al liked his complex very much so he backed off without comment and damned if Portia didn’t reach the ropes less than ten seconds later. As Alexis had mentioned, the ref couldn’t enforce a break, so VanBuren didn’t ask for one. Rather she crawled under the bottom strand and kept right on going, the former champ damn near sliding down the apron headfirst. The press of ropes at her back finally forced Alexis to break the hold of her own volition and so she backed into the middle of the ring while Baby collected herself out on the floor.
The pain in her trunks was bad and the burn in her knee was troubling, yet Portia had dealt with far worse in her storied career and she was back on her feet before the ref was through chiding Suguitan for her trunk wor--OOOOOOHHHHHHH! The FAWNatics let out a surprised cry when a charging Suguitan went low for a skidding Dropkick aimed straight for Portia’s chest. But Portia answered this unexpected offense with an equally startling defense. Snatching the top of the apron in both hands, Baby pulled it up and stepped back, creating an impromptu cave that swallowed her duplicitous protégé up to the hips!
“What the hellNNNNNGGGHHHHH!” Alexis tried to pull herself out at once, leaving her chin exposed to the Roaring Hook that Portia stuffed down her throat.
ROARING HOOK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmAMxs4JhRo
The neck snap from the force of Portia’s connection might have given the Filipino Phenom a case of whiplash, her jaw jacked by power VanBuren rarely relied on. Alexis melted to her haunches, disappearing behind the apron.
Portia shook out her right hand, wincing. She rolled into the ring and struggled to one knee.
“Start counting that flunky’s ass out!” Baby demanded.
“Can’t do it,” Al replied, already backing up, knowing Portia’s incendiary temper. “She’s got to be counted out in the ring.”
“Good GAWWWD! Where do you zebras come up with all of these rules? Have you ever been in a fight, Carpenter?”
Al started to respond but instantly Portia held up her hand.
“Rhetorical!”
The golden-brown body of Suguitan slipped out from under the apron, spilling toward the crowd. That’s the impetus Portia needed to continue the fight. The blonde moved to the ropes nearest Alexis and seemed ready to slip through. But as Suguitan rose, Baby turned and sprinted in the opposite direction. Hitting the cables hard, Fortune’s Favorite rebounded at full speed toward her target.
With her back to the ring, Alexis heard the loud patter of boot leather to mat and spun to see a soaring Baby. Portia flew through the ropes like SuperSocialite and BLASTED into Alexis with a Suicide Dive.
The crowd was suitably impressed by both the cajones and the accuracy of VanBuren, Portia hardly looking like the creaky veteran who got her wins by hook and crook as many on the roster claim. Instead, she lowered the boom on the bigger, badder and now flatter Alexis.
Portia hopped to her feet, the bikini-clad beauty in black’s ivory skin glistening like a beacon of badness. She hovered over the aching Alexis.
“That crotch claw of yours,” she shouted at Suguitan, Alexis pulling herself to a seated position against the barricade. “Bytch. You didn’t do anything but hit the ‘On’ button.”
VanBuren lined up to the junior partner’s right and proceeded to blast away with Soccer Kick after kick to Alexis’ chest, the FAWNatics unable to help themselves as they counted the meaty THWUMPS up to ‘TEN!’
Thankfully for Portia and the fans, Carpenter didn’t have to start a count until his charges regained the ring. Once her work on the floor was done, Baby peeled Alexis off the deck and guided her former protégé to the ring’s edge. With a grunt, she heaved the ho onto the canvas and rolled her back in. The slender socialite hopped to the deck, but climbed the outside of the nearby corner instead of following.
Climbing over the top of the post, Portia took a seat on the top buckle and watched along with the rest of the assembled. On point, Carpenter’s already started a new count. This one would eliminate Alexis if ‘TEN’ was reached. Thankfully, for those whose skin crawled at the arrogant and entitled Manhattanite, Suguitan made it to one knee by ‘FOUR’ and was pushing up at ‘SIX’.
The problem for those same people, Portia rising to her feet and launching from her perch to the right of the rising Phenom, the blonde’s elbow poised high to crown the forehead of the exquisite exotique. But with a groan ready to escape the FAWNatics in unison, Alexis steeled herself for impact. She caught VanBuren, practically prepackaged for a Power Slam. In a smooth flawless motion, the Associates’ power player nearly sent Baby THROUGH the canvas, flipping the blonde over in her grip and depositing, with interest, the three-time former World Champion to a ring-rattling collision, back to the deck.
VanBuren twisted in anguish, her spine arching as she cried out, reaching for the base of her backbone. The throngs erupted in surprise and delight, then demanded Suguitan take advantage. But the Filipino grappler’s used everything left in the tank for that special moment. Genuflecting next to the agonizing Portia, Alexis seemed frozen.
Shrugging, Carpenter shouted out a ‘ONE!’ and Suguitan immediately pushed to her feet, the ref’s count shifting to VanBuren alone. But Alexis wasn’t waiting. She sank her nails into the left A-cup of the socialite and the black swatch covering it, pulling the arched VanBuren up by her teat. Howling like a scalded dog, Portia demanded then pleaded for Suguitan to let go. Instead, Alexis sank her opposite set of nails into the socialite’s other breast, squeezing for all she’s worth.
With Alexis face to face with her former mentor, ravaging the blonde, she drew a healthy dose of extra attention from the packed house by proceeding to Suplex VanBuren by her breast claws. A wailing Baby flipped over Alexis’ shoulder, landing HARD on her spine. This time one hand goes to the base of her vertebrae, the other rubbing at her tits, Portia hardly caring when she lets some nip slip as she attempted to soothe her savaged breasts.
“You crazy bytch,” Portia whined. “I’m Portia Fucking VanBuren.”
Standing behind the now seated Baby, Alexis dipped cupped hands under the chin of the blonde and forced her right knee into the base of Portia’s neck. Alexis yaaaanked back on VanBuren’s head, working the slender blonde over, her copper-skinned biceps flexing in the effort to bring her boss to heel.
But as much fun as punishing the mewling VanBuren was, and it clearly was from the satisfied look on Suguitan’s face, the Filipino shifted her focus, instead using the grip on Baby’s noggin to rip the former World Champ to her feet.
Alexis swept a staggered Portia into a Front Facelock, lifting a harsh right knee into the cleft of Portia’s modest bosom, VanBuren lifted to tiptoes and beyond from the force of the impact. Suguitan threw a limp arm of Baby over her neck and settled into a momentary crouch. Grunting, Alexis vaulted Portia skyward, lifting the ivory-skinned Manhattanite ass over tea kettle, stalling out with VanBuren vertical and in desperate danger.
Instead of sending the blonde tumbling over, Alexis SMASHED Porta to the deck the way she came up with a Gourdbuster, VanBuren PLANTED to the deck. Suguitan’s former mentor bounced and rolled from the force of the impact, ending on her back.
GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2E9GxNMdCE
But again, Alexis hardly looked eager for Al to use his counting fingers to get to ‘ten’. The Penthouse Panther moved to the head Associate and ripped her up again, this time Portia dependent on Alexis to keep her upright, the blonde dazed and leaning heavily into the Filipino.
“Your check-cashing days are over, Portia,” Suguitan whispered into the socialite’s ear. “I’m endorsing now.”
Alexis violently tugged Portia into double underhooks, the crowd getting nervously excited with each show of control the bronzed beauty accumulates. But when Alexis tradeed in the underhooks for a dual reach for Portia’s bikini bottoms, slipped her fingers underneath the pasted-on black triangle covering Portia’s flawless ass and gave Baby the wedgie of a lifetime, VanBuren’s ‘dollar sign’ vanishing into her crack along with the rest of her bottoms, the crowd explodes with anticipation.
Using the atomic wedgie, Alexis forward flipped the flagging VanBuren up her body. She caught Portia’s thighs on her shoulders and sat out, sending Lyle’s little girl plummeting into the deck, the back of Baby’s head and shoulders DRIVEN into the canvas with Alexis’ signature Panty Peeler.
PANTY PEELER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygT59MX-owY
Instead of holding on for the matchbook pin, Suguitan immediately tossed the demolished blonde to her side, VanBuren ending in a motionless heap, the crowd buzzing loudly over the first real threat at a ten-count for the night.
Al held off just long enough to make sure the brunette wasn’t planning to splash, drop, stomp or otherwise abuse her opposition in the next few seconds. Once satisfied he positioned himself near Portia and started to count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN--”
The former FAWN World Champion sat up, earning a groan of derision from the crowd. Simply reaching a seat didn’t stop the ref’s count, but it must’ve been enough for Alexis, who immediately rushed the ropes directly in front of the vulnerable blonde. Any questions over how Alexis would make the transition from wrestling in stockings to boots was emphatically answered the moment she flicked out her right foot and THWHACKED her heel between Baby’s eyes!
LOW RUNNING BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ty7xU6UWA6g
Portia went down at once and Carpenter moved in to start another count but Suguitan shook her head ‘no’. “Save your breath. The wicked witch still has some left in the tank, don’t you, Portia?” VanBuren rolled onto her side and put the heel of her right hand against the bridge of her nose. “Keep it up, Jersey. You’re just making it worse on yoursOH NO YOU DON’T! GET HER OFF ME, CARPENTER!”
Alexis had laid claim to Portia’s ankles and stretched her legs wide, which caused the lithesome blonde an understandable amount of distress. The thought of ‘window washing’ her way out of the predicament never once crossed VanBuren’s mind, she did however bark a steady stream of demands at the official, even as she scrambled toward the presumed safety of the ropes. Alexis made no move to stop her former employer’s retreat. She knew damned well that VanBuren was too cheap to have bought Carpenter’s assistance, which meant the strands couldn’t do a damned thing to save her. Even so, she occasionally jerked the struggling battler back by several inches, if only to scuff up that sinewy alabaster frame.
Eventually Baby managed to grab the bottom rope, but rather than demand a break she tried to pull herself out onto the floor for a second time. “Don’t think so, boss lady.” Suguitan dug in her heels and stepped back a couple steps. “We’re not done until the ambulance arrives!”
Portia didn’t bother to answer, she was putting every bit of her upper body strength into crawling clear of the squared circle. Only it wasn’t working. Oh, her death-grip on the bottom rope held fast, but the Penthouse Panther had an identical grip on the veteran’s ankles and every backward step stretched VanBuren a little tighter. When it became clear that neither Carpenter or the duplicitous sneak were going to give her a break, Portia halved her grip just long enough to twist herself over. Doing so forced Suguitan to switch hands on the blonde’s ankles which she did with a smirk. “What do you think you’re doing, Baby? Alexis teased when POV hoisted herself from the bottom rope to the middle in one awkward motion. “Climbing all the way up just means a harder landing when I pull you off the ropes!” She illustrated this point by jostling Baby’s ankles hard enough to make her ‘eeeep!’ Even so, she clung to the rubber-coated steel, hell, she clambered to the top rope! “Beg me to let you go.” Alexis demanded over the rumble of the crowd. “Scream it for the whole arena to hear and I’ll finish you off quick.”
The idea of begging anyone for mercy, let alone this no class piece of new money shyt, had Portia’s green eyes tossing sparks. Glancing back over her right shoulder, she sneered, “I’m going to use you like a goddamned hand puppet, AlexAAHNNNNHH!”
Alexis set the former champ’s ankles atop her shoulders, cupped her calves and dipped into a low crouch. Then she pushed up and tossed VanBuren’s legs up and forward. The sold out crowd cringed at the idea of anyone soaring over the top rope that way, thankfully the momentum was such that the Sinister Socialite ended her arc in a straight up and down headstand. Of course such an arrangement meant Portia was quite defenseless, as she and the FAWNatics discovered when Suguitan reared back on her left foot and THWHACKED a Savate Kick into the blonde’s upside down face!
Baby’s noggin snapped back at a vicious angle and she may have very well dropped straight to the canvas if Alexis hadn’t stepped in and caught her in an improvised Fireman’s Carry. “I’M TIRED OF SEEING SOMEONE ELSE’S NAME ON THE BUILDING!” the Filipino Phenom bellowed as she stomped around showing off her burden. “FROM NOW ON, I RUN THIS PLACE!” Boos from several parts of the arena, but these were quickly overtaken by grudging applause when Alexis ‘hupped’ VanBuren from the Fireman’s Carry to a classic Powerbomb stall in a single easy motion. A better ring general than most (including Baby) gave her credit for, Suguitan angled ‘em both toward a corner on the far side of the ring and set off at a brisk pace. Far too woozy to really understand the danger, Portia just cupped the back of her attacker’s neck, not that it was enough to stop the younger woman from tossing her into the turnbuckles spine-first.
TURNBUCKLE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-FHsWEAXng
There was a low, ugly BWUUUUNG followed by an incredulous roar from the FAWNatics when Portia stumbled away from the crash site without losing her footing. Count Alexis among those surprised by the blonde’s resilience, yet where the dopes on the other side of the guardrail only responded by stuffing their face full of popcorn or downing another swig of beer, the Penthouse Panther celebrated VanBuren’s stubborn verticality with a Toe Kick that struck home square between the thighs. Portia gaped and doubled over, offering her head to the Front Facelock Alexis had waiting. Slinging POV’s left arm across the back of her neck, Alexis bent down, grabbed her left leg behind the knee and wrenched it up in a domineering cradle. Trap set, Suguitan powered the former World Champ up like it was nothing, twisted her hips and sat out on her butt to THAWHUNK Portia down on the back of her neck.
FROM PENTHOUSE TO POORHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-bHOADMTFE
Slinging Portia’s leg away the instant they touched down, Alexis scooted away and hurried to her feet, lest she be tempted to spoil the count by grinding Portia’s nose. “COUNT!” she roared to Carpenter. “COUNT HER DOWN!”
She needn’t have worried, Al was already in position to carry out the order. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT…NINE…’
Portia rolled onto her belly, pushed up and lurched toward the ropes with less than a heartbeat to spare. Alexis didn’t really know if her old boss was trying to make a break for it or simply heading to the ropes on instinct but that minor mystery didn’t stop her from snatching VanBuren by the hair as she dipped through the strands. “Not a chance, Baby.” Alexis jerked her head from side to side, then stepped out onto the narrow ledge of apron. “You wanna leave this place? You leave at my discretion. And once you’re gone, you’re NEVER coming back.”
Dragging Fortune’s Favorite out along with her, Alexis applied another Front Facelock and secured another cradle. “Ummmhhhh, Alexis?” Al spoke for the whole audience. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
The battle-weary brunette spared him a brief glance. “Doing what London, Collins, Sanders, Armstrong, Deschain and West never could. I’m ending this miserable bytch.”
With that she gathered her reserves and boosted Portia overhead with a huge roar. Only vaguely aware that they were holding their breath out of concern for freakin’ Portia Ophelia VanBuren, the FAWNatics actually pled the blonde’s case before Suguitan ran down the apron, hopped off and dropped to a seat on the steel steps leading to the squared circle. The BAW-WOOOOOOOONG! of Portia’s head striking the unforgiving metal was immediately drowned out by a whole arena’s full of fans screaming ‘HOLY SHYT!’ at the top of their lungs.
After Alexis released, Portia’s limp body flowed down the steps like rain from a downpour, puddling at the bottom. The seated Suguitan winced as she rose, the ass-to-steel landing not a pleasant one, but when she looked down upon the demolished VanBuren, a wide beaming grin emerged.
The Filipino Phenom stood in a straddle of the boneless mess that was Portia. With Baby knocked to kingdom come, it didn’t appear an easy task to dead-lift the body of the lead Associate, but the adrenaline pumping through the copper-skinned beauty allowed Alexis to manage it with ease, lifting what’s left of the blonde to the deck and stuffing her under the bottom rope.
Alexis eased her way in, rose, and rolled Portia’s carcass to the center with a shove of her boot.
“Start any time, Carpenter. I just put VB&A in Chapter 11 and nothing short of electroshock paddles is moving that loser.”
The man did as he’s told, rattling off the first seven numerals, the roar of the crowd growing with each one. The Penthouse Panther strode next to her devastated prey, making a circle around the spread-eagled VanBuren. She settled in a stance next to Baby’s left side, sure she’s pointed toward the main camera lens when claiming her victory, a lesson Portia explained to her on Day One of her time as an Associate.
Suguitan spread arms and legs wide as Al shouted out ‘EIGHT’, the FAWNatics joining him in ‘NINE’ and finally the all-important ‘TEN’! Carpenter called for the bell, but the victorious Alexis motioned to the crowd to keep counting and at least half took her up, moving through ‘FIFTEEN’ at the point the ring announcer makes things official.
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER… VIA A TEN-COUNT KNOCKOUT… ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
The crowd roared in response and KEPT COUNTING... ’NINETEEN’…’TWENTY’… TWENTY-ONE’. The gorgeous exotique was chuckling now, reveling in the piling on of the FAWNatics’ as she gazed down on the still lifeless Portia.
Less enthused was a worried Carpenter who called for the EMTs frantically. From the back, a stretcher was wheeled down to the ring post-haste. The men in white stationed it ringside and slid into the squared circle with a flatboard and a neck brace. The med-techs worked meticulously with the unconscious VanBuren, strapping her to the board and locking her head and neck in place.
All the while the count continued from the unsympathetic crowd… ’FORTY-EIGHT’… ’FORTY-NINE’… ’FIFTY’! A delighted Alexis waved her arms, directing them to continue, occasionally looking down on VanBuren and jawing at her.
As the men slid Portia under the ropes and placed her gently on the stretcher, Suguitan moved to the ropes and cheekily waved Portia and the past bye-bye. As Baby was wheeled to the side of the ramp and toward the back end of an ambulance that’s been pulled into the arena bowl, its ‘cherries’ flashing, the crowd continued. ‘EIGHTY’…’EIGHTY-ONE…’EIGHT-TWO’.
The EMTs knocked frantically on the closed doors and, when it didn’t open, they worked feverishly at the handle. Suddenly, the doors swung wide with incredible force, both men sent staggering away, falling flat to the floor in a daze.
The count continued with a few stalwarts…’NINETY-EIGHT…’NINETY-NINE’…’ONE HUNDRED’! Otherwise, the confused crowd and an equally curious Alexis watched as one CRICKET MUNRO emerged from the ambulance.
CRICKET MUNRO:
The former tag partner of Portia and, when last seen, battered and banished ex-Associate scrambled next to the horizontal VanBuren and TAGGED her with slap after slap after slap, Baby finally stirring.
Strapped down, Portia’s helpless next to her former friend and the diminutive Munro let loose on the slender socialite, jacking Portia with forearm after forearm. Finally, climbing aboard Portia’s conveyance, she leapt into the air, delivering an Elbow Drop to the cleft of Portia’s A-cups that sent a series of spasms through VanBuren.
With the crowd blowing the roof off, Cricket seemed satiated for the time being. The blonde disengaged, moves to the ambulance and tugged out a ramp she used to push the once-again comatose VanBuren into the back.
After tossing away the ramp and slamming the doors behind Baby, she turned to the crowd and bowed, Alexis still in the ring, cheering her on as well. She moved to the driver’s side and clambered in. Quickly behind, the sirens wailed and whatever was left of Portia Ophelia VanVuren IV was motored out of the arena. If Munro was charitable, it might be to a nearby ICU.
In the ring, Alexis had acquired a microphone and waited for the buzz to lower to a reasonable din.
“You’re welcome,” she shouted. “You can consider the hostile takeover and dissolution of VanBuren & Associates, not to mention Portia VanBuren’s career, concluded!”
The FAWNatics exploded as one in jubilation.
“BUT…” Alexis shouted. “BUT…BUT…BUT…you can also consider the end of Veronica Treymane’s title reign just as surely over when I next see her in the ring.”
The assembled were less enthusiastic, cheers turning to jeers.
“Shut your damn mouths and get another ambulance ready! I ended the old queen. Left her nothing but a memory. I’ll end the new queen in similar gruesome fashion. Count the days, people! COUNT…THE…DAYS.”