Post by bigfan on Oct 1, 2016 3:43:55 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer called over the din of the crowd. “It is time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger, hailing from Foxriver, New York... She stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is the Social Media Superstar... She is... LYYYSSSSSSAAA ZAAAHHHNNN!!!!!”
Rage gave way to silence, albeit just for a moment. When the speakers came back to life, it’s Adelitas Way’s “Criticize” that pulses through the airwaves...
LYSSA ZAHN:
Right on cue, the curtains slid apart and a ravishing brunette strode into view and paused atop the stage to take a trio of selfies. Apparently as satisfied with herself as she was disgusted with the crowd, the Vine Vixen slipped the smart phone back into a snug elastic band on her right arm and started down the aisle.
`For her first shot at FAWN gold, the Tweeting Tyrant wore predominately black spandex: a two piece, the top with thin, pink shoulder straps set at a slight angle, and a pink mesh “plate” over the clavicle, rising into a collar. The bottom rim of this piece and the neckline of the bikini top worked to create almost a heart-shaped “cleavage window.” Matching bottoms (with pink trim), pink wristbands and pads, and black boots complete the look.
Zahn made her way to the ring with a satisfied smirk, basking as much in the derisive jeers as the whistles and looks of appreciation. As the saying went, the worst thing in wrestling was to be ignored, and one thing was certain: wherever the venue, Lyssa Zahn was NEVER ignored. The brunette climbed the steps, slipped through the ropes and nearly skipped to her corner. Settling in against the buckles, Lyssa produced her phone once more and went to work setting up a half dozen different alerts for all the delightful things she was gonna do to the hopelessly outmatched champion.
While Nick Castle doing his best to check the challenger’s pads and boots (a task made all the more difficult because Zahn was actively trolling some poor dopes in the front row), the Announcer raised his mic and called, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Bridgeport California she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds, she is the FAWN World Champion… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Grayscale seeped in through the Technicolor as the Treymane Gang greeted their heroine with a boisterous roar. Along with the muted color scheme came a frenetic touch of the modern in the form of Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’. The music was barely five seconds in when the champ stormed through the curtain. Greeting the crowd minus her usual trench coat, fedora and replica Thompson, Veronica hit the stage and full stride, which increased to a sprint as soon as she’d pulled the World Title from around her waist. Racing down the aisle with no attention paid to the hands and signs extended to her, Treymane dove under the bottom rope, tossed the strap aside and went straight for Lyssa.
Zahn saw her coming but made no effort to attack or defend because Nick stepped into the blonde’s path and held out one hand. “Ease up, ‘Ronnie. I know you’re mad, but--”
“MAD?” Treymane snarled. “Mad? No Nick, I’m not mad. Mad is a flat tire or a train during rush hour, that BYTCH and her pet Texan put my sister in the hospital. So I’m gonna do the same to her!”
“And you’ll have the chance, as soon as the bell rings.” Castle said soothingly. “Now, go to your corner so I can check you over.”
Behind the official, Lyssa smirked at the seething champion. “What, you’re going to let him stop you? C’mon champ, I expected better.”
The Dangerous Dame cursed and tried to go around the zebra, but Castle moved with her and put a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t play her game, girl. The sooner you get to your corner, the sooner I can ring the bell.”
Treymane took a deep breath, then nodded once and backed into the opposite corner. Nick followed shortly thereafter. For her battle with the snarking bytch that’d put Rachel on the shelf, the Pinstripe Powerhouse wore the ’championship edition’ of her standard togs. They were still boy-cut trunks with white pinstripes and a sturdy white belt, but the grey had been replaced with midnight blue. This change carried through to her top, a matching one-third length bustier with small buttons running up the center and white edging atop the cups. These halves were connected thin white suspenders, while her pads at knee and elbow were the same dark blue. The outfit was finished with matte-black boots that rose to mid-shin.
Once the inspection was finished and the World Title scooped from the canvas where Treymane had tossed it, Castle moved to the center of the squared circle and called for the bell.
Noting the clang, Lyssa took one more picture of the blabbering troglodyte in the first row and set a reminder to block him on all social media outlets just as soon as the match was-- a flicker of movement from straight ahead prompted her to look up and thus gave the challenger *just* enough time to see Veronica storming her way. Too close to muster a real defense and not about to drop her phone, Zahn dipped her torso between the top and middle ropes and said, “Back her up, Castle! It’s not right to jump a girl when she’s putting trolls in their place.”
Nick did indeed step in front of the blonde, but he saved his admonition for Lyssa. “Everyone knows you don’t feed the trolls, Lys. Now put your phone down and get out here, this is the Main Event for cryin’ out loud!”
The smirk on her foe’s mouth told Treymane that Zahn knew exactly where she was, yet the champ held her tongue because the brunette exited the buckles the instant she’d set her phone aside. Circling off to Veronica’s left, Lyssa raised her hands to chest level but didn’t look particularly worried when the Dangerous Dame closed on her for the second time. “Sorry for the delay there, ‘Ronnie.” she said. “You know what it’s like dealing with idiots who don’t know when to shut up. Here, let’s start this off right.” The Tweeting Tyrant took a step back and raised her left hand to the rafters for a Test of Strength. “C’mon, show me what you’ve goNNNNGGGHHH!”
Veronica didn’t feign accepting the Test before punching her foe in the mouth, she simply waded in and snapped Zahn’s head back with a straight right hand. Turned around by the power of the blonde’s shot, Lyssa shuffled to a safe distance with one hand pressed to her mashed mug. Finding no teeth in her cupped palm, Lyssa lowered that hand and looked over her shoulder to fix Veronica with a wicked smile. “That’s it? One barely saloon worthy Haymaker is all you can muster for dear old big sister?” She turned to face Treymane and trailed her tongue over those smugly perfect teeth. “If someone had done what we did to someone I love I would’ve ended them by now. Guess Rachel doesn’t mean as much now that you’ve got the gold around your waist.”
Veronica bared her teeth and started forward, only to call it off when a twitch from the brunette told her she was walking into Zahn’s trap. “Don’t worry about Rachel, Daisy.” the Pinstripe Powerhouse noted after she’d raked a soothing hand through her hair. “Worry about Leah. Worry about what I’m going to do to you tonight.”
Lyssa rolled her shoulders and hunched forward in an expectant grappler’s crouch. “First, I’m not worried about your sister because I know exactly what we did to her. Second, I already know what you’ll do for me tonight. You’re gonna make me the new World Champ--”
Raucous cheers all ‘round as Treymane pounced on the challenger, sweeping her into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Veronica’s anger let her push Zahn back a few steps immediately after the clench, after that Lyssa dug in her heels and blonde and brunette stamped around in a mean little tummy-on-tummy circle as they sought to impose will. The stalemate was perhaps ten seconds old when Lyssa slid one hand up the back of Treymane’s neck to grab a whole lotta hair. The pull that followed was hardly subtle, but the Dangerous Dame didn’t call for the referee, she didn’t even yelp. Instead she plunged one hand into Zahn’s dark tresses and pulled hard.
“OOOOWWWWW NIIIICK!” Lyssa shouted in a near hysterical whine. “SHE’S PULLING MY HAIRWHOOAAHH OOFFH! ROPES! DAMMIT YOU IDIOT, I’M IN THE ROPNNNNGGGGHHH!”
In no mood to let the other woman manipulate the rules, Treymane used the illegal grip like a lead to stack Lyssa’s back against the ropes. Hands raised for a clean break as soon as Zahn started to whine, Veronica stepped away and CRA-CRAAACKED a spiteful forehand / backhand combo across her opponent’s cheeks. Though hardly match ending shots, the slaps knocked the phony hurt off Lyssa’s face and left genuine anger (not to mention a warm pink flush) in its place.
Offering a smile of her own in response to Zahn’s snarl, Treymane asked, “What’s wrong, Daisy? You mad?” The smile dropped away. “Good. Because I am furious. And I’m going to stay that way until my boot is crushing down on that trashy little cleavage window.”
Lyssa found another smile, not that there was anything pleasant about the expression. “Oh, ‘Ronnie, ‘Ronnie, ‘Ronnie. I sense a LOT of anger management classes in your future. Don’t worry, it’ll give you something to do in between bouts of physical therapy.”
Veronica shook her head in irritation, backed up a little and stretched her arms wide, inviting the challenger to join her. “Tell me something, brat. How are you gonna post any of your bullshyt if I’ve broken all your fing--” The Social Media Superstar came off the ropes with a Toe Kick aimed squarely at her blonde’s navel. Treymane didn’t move, rather she flicked out both hands and caught Lyssa’s ankle with only an inch or two to spare. Eyes locked on the hopping, cursing brunette, Veronica made her intentions perfectly clear. “I am going to whip your ass, Daisy.” She tossed the captured limb down and back, the pendulum swing of it forcing Zahn to lean forward which in turn made her an easy target for the Kneelift that Treymane THUNKED off her forehead!
KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1BaWpoB7Ku4
Rocked back on her heels, Lyssa held out a hand to ward off the champion’s advance, but the Neo-Noir Knockout slapped it aside and spread her arms in a wide ‘C’ to collect Zahn over one shoulder and between both legs. Muscling Lyssa onto her shoulder in a single smooth motion, Veronica tossed her burden to the canvas with a spine-tingling Scoop Slam. Not a game changing maneuver, but Treymane immediately raised her right foot high and certainly would’ve stomped on her opponent’s skull if Zahn hadn’t rolled clear with a heartbeat to spare.
Gifted with the ring presence of a twenty year veteran at this relatively early stage of her career (Lyssa credited this to the proliferation of smart phones and social media, always had to know where those cameras were, right?) the brunette slid under the bottom rope and pushed to one knee on the narrow ledge of the apron. “You gonna give her a warning or something, Castle?” Zahn snapped at the official as she ‘snapped’ her trunks snug against her haunches. “Bytch just tried to put her foot through my skull.”
“Lucky for us rolled out of the way.” he said blandly. “Catch your breath and get back in the ring, Lyssa.”
Zahn snorted. “I don’t need to catch my breath, this troll couldn’t make me break a sweat. But you damned well bet I’ll be on Rate-a-Ref later tonight giving you an ‘F’ for this disgustingly biased--”
Veronica closed in fast and snatched a double handful of hair, clearly meaning to Beal Toss her adversary into the squared circle. Lyssa didn’t bother to protest this particular hair pull, indeed she was smiling as she pressed her palms to the champ’s head and gouged her thumbs into Veronica’s eyes! Veronica shrieked and forgot all about the hair hold in favor of clamping down on the brunette’s wrists. Again, Zahn didn’t bother to fight against the resistance, she simply jerked Treymane forward and THWHUNKED a nasty Headbutt into the bridge of her nose.
“NNNNGGGHHHH!” Veronica coughed out a nasal groan and started to back off, unfortunately Lyssa still had hold of her head and she pulled the taller battler’s upper body between the top and middle ropes. Positioned off to the champion’s left, Zahn braced her left arm across Treymane’s shoulders to keep her wedged in place while she addressed the FAWNatics. “You thought what Leah and I did to Rachel was ugly? You idiots are gonna have to verify your age before you can see what happens to this piece of trash!” The crowd booed heartily, then groaned in sympathetic hurt as the challenger traumatized Veronica’s tummy and tits with half a dozen Kneelifts in perhaps half as many seconds. Treymane huffed and groaned through each one, the flailing champ straining to catch hold of a rope even as Zahn pounded the air from her lungs.
KNEECOPLASTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fdRih1KheTI
Eventually Castle closed in on his side of the ropes and said, “Hands up and step away, Lyssa. She’s in the ropes, after all.” The Tweeting Tyrant did as she was told, holding both hands high overhead without a word of complaint. Indeed, she didn’t say so much as a word when she twisted sideways and flicked her hips into the side of Veronica’s noggin with a dull THUMP! The ref barked disapproval and tried to get between blonde and brunette, but Lyssa already had the Dangerous Dame in a Front Facelock. Forced to climb through the ropes at a very awkward angle, Treymane hooked her right arm around the top strand and curled her left hand into a fist, all the better to ‘pwak’ Zahn’s ribs with stiff little punches. “That all you got, baby?” Lyssa snarked as she soaked up her foe’s resistance. “I thought someone who worked so hard to pass herself off as a gangster would at least throw hands like onWHOOOANNNNNGGHHHH!”
Treymane stopped punching and wrapped that arm around the brunette’s midsection. A hearty tug on Zahn’s waistband loosened the Facelock more than enough for Veronica to trundle her opponent all the way down the apron and into a BWUUUNKING back-first collision with the ring post. Lyssa cried out and let loose, not that her newfound freedom stopped Treymane from jarring the other woman’s spine a second time.
“You talk a real good game from behind a keyboard, Daisy.” Veronica snapped after she’d straightened up in front of the stunned battler. “But we both know you’re out of your league when it comes to an actual fiAAAGGHHH BYTCH!”
Zahn flicked out a hand, jabbing her thumb into the champ’s left eye before she could finish. This was followed by a swift kick to the shin that doubled Treymane over and allowed Lyssa to reapply the Front Facelock. No trolling in round two, the black-clad beauty simply stepped off the apron and let gravity yank her prey down into a THWHUNKING skull on apron DDT! Veronica’s head snapped back and she flopped over onto her back, a fortuitously draped arm the only thing that kept her from dripping from the ring to the floor.
APRON DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0ASHreZt0I
Beside her, Lyssa ran a hand through her hair and flicked her briefs back into place with an angry little grimace. Curling that wicked talon into Treymane’s long hair, she lifted her head off the mat and sneered, “Listen closely asshole, because I’m only going to say this once. My WORDS, as vicious as they are, are the very LEAST dangerous part of my arsenal.” As if to prove the point, Zahn turned her back on the champion and pulled Veronica’s head into position across the point of her right shoulder. Fingers laced tight across Treymane’s chin, Lyssa stepped forward and out and laid out on her back to THWHUMP her foe against the barely-padded floor!
The Neckbreaker piled on top of the DDT left Veronica a shivering wreck rolled over onto her tummy to better swaddle her head in both arms. “That’s a good look on you, ‘Ronnie.” Lyssa noted as she surveyed the damage. “And it’ll look even better plastered all over Instagram.” With that she strutted down the narrow aisle to the next corner, grabbed her phone and headed back to the scene of the crash. She’d expected Treymane to still be hugging the floor, so the Social Media Superstar was more than a little irritated to discover her blonde pushed up on one knee.
“Damn, that was a great shot you ruined!” Lyssa tucked the phone into the band around her right bicep, something told her she’d need it sooner than later. “Oh well, guess I’ll just have to make another one!”
Filling her hands with Treymane’s hair as soon as she was close enough, the brunette hauled the champ to boot-leather and promptly got a measure of revenge by DRIVING her lower back into the apron. Veronica shouted in boozy hurt and tried to slide free of her rival’s grasp, but Zahn kept a possessive arm around her waist. Castle counted ‘TWELVE!’ right about then, prompting a nod from Lyssa. “More than enough time. Practically an eternity!” Abandoning her makeshift Waistlock for a far more traditional Wristlock, the Pintrest Pin-Up took a giant step backward, dropped her hips and slung Veronica straight at the steel guardrail!
Treymane saw the impact coming and willed herself to turn around, alas there wasn’t nearly time enough and she BWAAAANGED gut-first into the unforgiving obstruction. Directly behind, Zahn waited just long enough to make sure Treymane wasn’t going to tumble into the first row. Thusly satisfied, she slid under the bottom rope and smirked up at Nick. “C’mon Castle, take a selfie with me. You know you wanna be on my wall of cool zebras.
“You have never, ever had a wall of cool zebras, Lyssa. Now stop messing around and get it back in the ring.”
Lyssa grinned even wider as she dipped out onto the floor. “I KNEW you were a follower!”
All business again once her attention returned to the flagging champion, Zahn grabbed Treymane’s waistband and tied the wedgie score en route to peeling her off the steel. “Just found out that Nick’s a follower.” Lyssa told Veronica as she turned her in a half circle. “You’re gonna follow me too, it’ll just take a little convincing first. Here, let’s take a Selfie. And no duck face!”
Slipping her phone from its holster, Zahn stood shoulder to shoulder with the blonde and draped her right arm across the back of Treymane’s neck. As this was going on she also crooked her right leg around Veronica’s left. Phone clutched in her right hand, Lyssa leaned forward and snapped back, just SLAMMING the Neo-Noir Knockout’s shoulders and back into the guardrail courtesy a vicious Russian Leg Sweep. Sliding to a seat with her arm still curled around the back of Treymane’s neck, Zahn laid her head on the blonde’s shoulders and snapped off one, two, three pictures in rapid succession. “Probably not the best picture you’ve ever taken.” the brunette chided once she’d disengaged and regained her feet. “But what a memento!”
No answer from Veronica of course, she was too busy trying to gather her wits after this bout with augmented brutality. Only mildly disappointed in the lack of banter, Zahn hoisted her blonde off the floor and made as if to shovel her under the bottom rope but forced her into a Standing Headscissors instead. Positioned parallel to the apron, Lyssa leaned down and wrapped her arms around the champ’s waist.
“Know what else would make a good memento? Facetiming the press conference where you relinquish the World Title due to injury. Just IMAGINE how much sympathy your untalented ass will get!” Already seeing that press conference in crystal clear 4G, Zahn bent her knees and-- Veronica planted her feet and deadweighted the brunette to foil whatever it was she had in mind. “Too late to fight back, bytch.” Lyssa grunted. “I already broke the internet, now it’s time to break yOOOUAAHHHH NNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Palming the backs of her tormentor’s thighs for extra leverage, Treymane stood up straight, a shift that left Lyssa strapped to her six like a most unwilling backpack. But if Zahn thought that predicament was unpleasant, things got downright nasty when the Pinstripe Powerhouse turned toward the ring and snapped forward and down! Lyssa was whipped off the blonde’s back and THWHUMPED shoulders-first along the edge of the apron in an Alabama Slam that had even the most devoted of heel haters cringing!
APRON ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9Wl6ou0Leo
Pushing hair off her eyes in the aftermath of that spine-wracking counter, Veronica looked down at the brunette’s pain-crimped face and growled, “Gonna take a lot more than Giraffe Filters and funny cat memes to break me, Daisy.” Lyssa’s vaunted wit came up dry in terms of a response, not that Treymane minded the silence in the slightest. Lifting Zahn off the floor with a double handful of hair and nary a care about what sort of damage it might do to the challenger’s scalp, the Neo-Noir Knockout spun Lyssa around and secured her at trunks and tresses. Yanking up on the former while she jerked back on the latter, Treymane backed up a little and urged Nick to do the same, presumably so he wouldn’t get bowled over when she tossed Zahn back into the squared circle.
It certainly sounded like the next logical step, which probably explained why everyone was so taken aback when Veronica took two steps toward the apron, then wheeled around and tossed Lyssa so hard she was parallel to the guardrail when she BWAAAANGED back-first across that unpleasant steel! Several front row FAWNatics gaped and followed that with a ‘HOLY SHIT!’ chant that soon echoed throughout the whole arena.
Veronica noted it only in passing, as she’d taken the opportunity to roll under the bottom rope. Increasingly worried about the punishment his wrestlers were enduring out there on the floor, Nick crowded the ropes after the blonde slid back out and said, “C’mon Veronica, get it back in the ring, ok? I know you know you can’t really defend that title outside the ring.”
Treymane spared him a long glance even though it was obvious she wanted to get back to the challenger. “Don’t worry Shamus, I’ll pin that tomato can in the middle of the ring one, two, three. But before I do she’s going to pay for what happened to Rachel.”
Thoughts of her older sister got the Pinstripe Powerhouse fired up all over again, the anger putting a little bounce in her step as she stalked over to where Lyssa Zahn had pulled herself to a seat against those cool steel bars. “One chance, Daisy.” Veronica told the grimacing challenger. “Apologize for that sneak attack and we can finish this in the ring like--”
“F*ck your sister.” Lyssa spat her hate through a weary smile. “And f*ck you too, Daaaaaiiisssy! Me and Leah, we enjoyed every second of beating that ginger bytch down, just like I’m gonna enjoy Skyping your tears to the whole worLLDEERRUUHHHRRK!”
Grabbing the top of the guardrail to keep herself steady, Treymane angled her right foot across Zahn’s neck and pushed that long, dangerous limb out to full extension while simultaneously sinking her left knee into a very deep crouch. It was a choke, plain and simple. Veronica made no effort to disguise her efforts, she was far too busy throttling her prey to bother with such civilities. “What was that, Daisy?” Veronica taunted as the pressure she exerted sloooooowly pushed Lyssa and the barricade backward out of optimal strangling range. “Sounded to me like you’ve got something in your throat. Could be a frog, could be my boot, with all your whining I can’t tell.”
Breath whistling in and out of her partially freed windpipe, Zahn slapped and pushed at the champion’s boot until she was able force it all the way off her neck. “Juuuhhh…. still waiting for a real fight, bytch. Where are those scrappy Exercise Yard tactics Rachel used against us? Didn’t stop us from putting her in the infirmary, but at least she made us work for it beNNNNNNGHHHH!”
Veronica grabbed the top of the barricade again, reared back on her left heel and THWHUNKED her right knee straight between Lyssa’s eyes. That shut Zahn’s mouth and got the crowd to ‘ooooohing’ again, problem was Treymane wanted everyone on the other side of the barricade to keep their mouths shut so she could better appreciate Lyssa’s wailing. Sinking into a straddle of the brunette’s upper thighs, Veronica cupped Zahn’s ears, pulled her head forward and BWUNKED it against the guardrail.
“That nasty enough for you, Daisy? Or should I leave scars? I bet all of your followers would love to watch a live feed of Vannacutt sewing your head together with staples and super glue.”
Lyssa actually had the guts to smile at her tormentor. “Tough talk, princess. Everyone knows Rachel’s the real power, you’re just some prissy little brat trying to talk tough in big sister’s clothNNNNNGGHHH!”
Veronica bounced the back of her opponent’s skull against the steel for a second time, then twisted her head sideways (so that Lyssa’s right cheek was pressed against the bars) and draaaaaaaaaaaagged her face back n’ forth! Now the wails from Lyssa were almost loud enough to drown out the shocked murmurs of the nearest FAWNatics, unfortunately neither could overcome the sound of Castle’s count, which had drifted quite a bit higher during the latest exchange of unpleasantness. Dropping Zahn’s throbbing noggin with obvious disdain, Veronica crossed the aisle, pulled herself under the bottom rope and immediately slid back to the floor.
“I’ll call it, ‘Ronnie.” Nick said flatly. “I don’t care if Bethany or Anciline rips me a new one afterward, I’m not going to let you two cripple each other.”
Clearly conflicted, Treymane looked to Zahn before honing in on the official again. “Rachel spent a night in the hospital, Nick. Because of Leah Montoya and Lyssa Zahn. They need to pay for what they did.”
“Of course. Make her pay in the ring.”
“Soon.” the blonde answered.
“I’ll give you ‘til ten, girl.” Castle told her as she rounded on Lyssa. “If you’re not back in here by then, I’ll disqualify you both.”
Veronica nodded silent agreement, so the ref started his count one more time. Moving a little bit quicker now that she had a hard deadline, the Pinstripe Powerhouse snatched hold of Lyssa’s battle damp hair and hauled her to boot leather. The prolonged bludgeoning had made the challenger quite pliable, so much in fact that Treymane didn’t have to bother with a Toe Kick to set up her Standing Headscissors. Securing a Double Underhook instead of the usual Waistlock, Veronica swept the half dozen faces directly in front of her and told ‘em, “Youse mugs are gonna wanna move for this.” The fresh bruises on their shins lent credence to the champion’s words and they were effectively cleared off when Veronica spun Lyssa up, turned her over and BWUUUUNGED her down across the barricade shoulders-first!
Zahn’s mouth dropped open, her scream escaping in a high wheeze that went unnoticed by everyone save the vindictive World Champion. Someway, somehow, Lyssa peeled herself off the steel and clambered into Treymane for a sloppy, desperate clench. Veronica welcomed her in with a clench of her own and immediately used it to drag Zahn across the aisle. While her vengeance was far from sated, Castle’s truncated count was already at ‘SIX!’ and Treymane had no intention of letting it end anywhere but the center of the ring. So she muscled Lyssa around, secured a Standing Half Nelson and added on a handful of waistband to finally shovel her under the bottom rope.
Treymane hopped onto the apron to avoid the count out, but she didn’t go over or through the ropes just yet. “You were real patient while I worked out some of my issues on the floor, Nick.” Veronica told the ref after she’d reached the nearest corner. “So I’m going to thank you with something I think you’ll appreciate.” Nick said nothing, choosing instead to keep a safe distance as the blonde climbed all the way to the top floor. The crowd rose along with her, offering the Neo-Noir Knockout increasingly fervent support in the heartbeats before she leapt from her perch and brought the back of her right thigh THAWHAMMING down atop Lyssa’s chest! Spinning to one knee after the Guillotine Leg Drop left her foe a splattered wreck on the canvas, Treymane leaned over in a Crossbody, hooked the far leg and pulled it up for…
GUILLOTINE LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAd-XCKcf2Y
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Zahn pulled her leg free and rolled onto shoulder and hip, turning her back on the domineering champion. Veronica cast a glance in Nick’s direction, more on instinct than any real question about the count. In truth she was glad the brunette was still in the game. She hadn’t had enough of punishing Lyssa quite yet and she didn’t want Castle or any of the other officials trying to hold her back if she continued on after the bell. “Still hanging in there, Daisy?” the Dangerous Dame worked one hand deep into Zahn’s dark locks. “Good. Maybe you are more than an obnoxious, self-aggrandizing little shyt in love with her phone.”
Lyssa snarled, pushed herself off the mat to better alleviate the fiery burn in her scalp. “Oh yeah sweetie, I’m a helluva lot more than that.” she muttered. “I’m also the chick that beat your sister’s ass so bad FAWN had no choice but to put me in the ring with NNNNNNGGHHH!”
Positioned off Zahn’s left shoulder, Treymane shifted her weight to her left foot and drove the point of her right knee up into the hollow of her opponent’s lower back. Lyssa’s knees went weak and she might’ve dropped to a much needed penance if the blonde hadn’t dipped down and curled her right arm around Zahn’s midsection. In the same instant she corralled the challenger’s calves and muscled her off the canvas. Forgoing the urge to display her prey for the red-lining crowd, Veronica turned in a quarter circle, popped up on her toes and dropped to one knee, a short, unpleasant drop that THWHUMPED Zahn’s traumatized spine over the meaty curve of her tormentor’s right thigh.
PENDULUM BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=24PcnKN1278
The resultant jolt started Lyssa tumbling off Treymane’s knee, but the champ clamped hold of knee and chin and puuuuuuussssssshed down. Nick noted the remarkably unpleasant angle of Zahn’s back and moved in to check her status only to stop short when Veronica shook her head ‘no’. “Don’t ask her anything, Nick. I want all her fans to have plenty of material for their Vines and Tweets. Lyssa understands, don’t you Lyssa?” Treymane jostled her knee and applied more pressure on both ends of the Backbreaker.
Caught in a galling swirl of pain and embarrassment the likes of which she’d never endured in her burgeoning career, Zahn slapped at her opponent’s encroaching wrist with one hand and reached for her hair with the other. “Yeerrrgggghhh… you’re in way over your head, bytch. Last girl that started a flame war with me? I did a whole podcast from atop her whimpering faceEEERRRGGHHHHH BYTCH!”
Veronica pulled her left hand from Zahn’s thigh, crooked it into a claw and applied it between the brunette’s thighs.
“C’mon Veronica, you’re better than that.” Castle said of the unseemly, yet legal maneuver.
“But she’s not, Nick. So I’m gonna work this Daisy over until she learns to respect AAAGGGGHHH!”
Driven to desperation by the anguish in her spine and groin, Zahn stopped prizing at the champion’s wrist and lashed out with a claw swipe that just so happened to catch Treymane across the eyes. The Backbreaker loosened considerably but Lyssa still remained trapped, so she clamped down on the blonde’s face and squeezed until the squealing battler had to abandon the submission to save her own features.
Almost sobbing with relief, Zahn hit the canvas and immediately barrel rolled her way all the way to the edge of the ring. She didn’t slip out onto the floor however. Sore as she was, the Tweeting Tyrant had no intention of ceding the ring to her rival. One hand pressed to her knotted back, Lyssa reached up with the other, grabbed hold of the middle strand and slooooowly hauled herself to a seat. From there it was much easier to regain her feet, though it should be noted that the brunette settled into the ropes the instant she was fully upright. Arms slung over the top strand, Zahn flipped hair out of her eyes and taunted, “Stop fixing your make-up, princess. I want everyone in the arena to see your tears cutting through all that slutty masca--”
Veronica, who’d been rubbing at her clawed features with little more than a growl of complaint, exploded in a flat out run and whipped her right foot toward Zahn’s chin. It wasn’t a true bolt of Chicago Lightning but it still would’ve lit up her target but good if Lyssa hadn’t spun aside with a heartbeat to spare. There was a low, evil ‘TWANG’ followed by a piercing shriek from Treymane and cringing groans from the audience as the champion’s crotch collided with the rubber-coated steel.
Showing a smile for the first time since this snotty bytch had thrown her into the barricade, Lyssa snuggled in on her foe’s left side and cooed, “Normally I’d rush over to get my phone. The look on your face is just PRICELESS and I know it’d get me a couple hundred new followers. But I’m gonna keep this one just for me because I really want to hear you SCREAM!” Veronica sucked in a breath to offer some sort of response but Lyssa grabbed the rope on either side of her and started jerking it up and down and so a scream was all that came out.
“All right, that’s enough Lyssa! Get her off the ropes!” Castle said after the challenger burned through his internal five count with no sign of stopping.
Zahn yanked up on the rope one more time, then spared a glance for the referee. “Whatever you say, dork. Lemme see if I can help the champ walk it off.” Shifting her control to the nape of Treymane’s neck and the waistband of her pinstriped trunks, Zahn ‘walked’ her opponent along the ropes, just grrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiinding Veronica’s helpless undercarriage until they were within easy reach of the corner. Lyssa would’ve happily pounded the idiot’s skull into the top turnbuckle, unfortunately Castle was damned near barking in her ear, so Zahn sidled in as close as she could and muscled / dragged the wincing blonde across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Clambering away from the ropes before Treymane could think of grabbing hold for a break, Zahn charged into the center of the squared circle and dropped straight back to PLANT Veronica on the mat with a Samoan Drop.
SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbegS8PXpq8
Veronica jolted violently but Lyssa kept her left leg cradled and rolled back on her heels to press down on the blonde’s chest and belly for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Neo-Noir Knockout shoved the challenger away, saving her reign with a full second to spare. That was about the amount of time Zahn gave her to catch her breath. Then her hands were buried in the blonde’s hair and hauling her to verticality with extreme prejudice. Though Lyssa was relatively new to the Main Roster, the FAWNatics had quickly picked up on her penchant for near constant trash talk, so they were a little surprised when the brunette tended to the task at hand in utter silence. Posted up directly behind her rival, Zahn slung Treymane’s left arm over her shoulders, leaned forward and wrapped her right arm around opposing waist. Bracing her left hand against the back of Veronica’s left thigh, the Social Media Superstar powered the other woman onto her shoulder, then twisted her to one side and dropped to one knee to THWHUMP Treymane with a spiteful Backbreaker.
BACKDROP BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWthLMpEXw8
Zahn shoved her away at once and followed up with a quick Double Axhandle to the tummy to make sure the black & white beeyotch didn’t roll one way or the other. On her feet shortly thereafter, Lyssa took up a position beside the champ’s left arm, peeled off a quick about-face and ran the ropes. Veronica was still prone and groaning when the brunette raced back, leapt up and landed ass-first atop her foe’s tits! Treymane shuddered and Castle moved in to make a count, but Zahn got up before one and took off again, this time to the strands directly south of her drop zone. The second Zahn Bomb hit as hard as the first, Veronica’s legs kicking up in woozy distress as more air was crushed from her lungs.
Only halfway there, Lyssa regained her feet and executed another quarter turn to run the ropes on her prey’s right. Payload number three hit a little harder than its older siblings, the topography of Veronica’s lovely terrain understandable softened by the sternum-shivering ordinance. The sight of Treymane’s legs popped up and within easy grasp was a tempting target indeed, but Lyssa had always been a completionist and she wasn’t about to stop when there was one more bomb to be delivered. Springing to verticality without attempting a cover, the Vine Vixen planted a foot on either side of her opponent’s head.
“Feel free to struggle all you want when I settle in.” the challenger’s tone was almost gracious. “I’ll put a grainy black and white filter on the footage and add some sad music, maybe ‘Mad World’, that always makes the losers cry, right?”
Prone and nearly defenseless in the wake of Zahn’s resurgence, Veronica still found the wherewithal to reach for her attacker’s right boot. “Eeerrhhh… huuuhhhh… don’t bother with a filter… Daisy. You’re gonna be seeing nothing but stripes before I’m finished with AAAARRRRHHHH!”
Lyssa hopped, put her feet together and raaaaaaked the soles of her boots down the champion’s forehead in a bit of old school heeling Treymane would’ve appreciated in any other circumstance. Hands pressed to her face, the blonde rolled to one side but that wouldn’t do at all, so Zahn grabbed her by the shoulders and forced Veronica right back to where she started. Then she whipped around and made tracks for the ropes, the black-clad battler making the return trip in no more than half a dozen long strides. Taking to the air from several feet away, Lyssa raised her knees to chest level like a college girl doing a cannonball, only this wasn’t summer break and there was no pool, only hurting expanse of Veronica’s chest.
“OOOOFFFFFFHHHMMMMPPPPHHHHH!”
The last Zahn Bomb hit the hardest or perhaps it just felt that way because the Tweeting Tyrant slid back and planted her glutes on Treymane’s face while the champ was still sucking wind! Slipping her arms under Veronica’s knees in the same instant, Zahn folded the Pinstripe Powerhouse in half with the Reverse Matchbook and nodded along while Castle counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Zahn hadn’t bothered to control her opponent’s arms, thus allowing Veronica to stuff both hands against the challenger’s tush and shove with all the force a desperate champion could muster. It proved more than enough, dropping Lyssa onto one knee just off the blonde’s right hip. Zahn let her eyes go to Nick as she mouthed ‘Three?’ but she’d refocused on the Dangerous Dame before he finished shaking his head ‘no’.
Claws filled with Veronica’s hair, Zahn got to her feet and pulled until her rival did the same. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but you and I are remarkably alike.” Lyssa seemed far more sincere than usual, surprising perhaps because she was actively trying to remove chunks of Treymane’s scalp as she marched her into the ropes. “When you consider the metrics, be it simple ones like height and weight or more complex ones like average match time, when we kick out of near-falls, you and I are… well, damned near identical.”
Lined up in front of the strands now, Zahn slipped Veronica’s upper body between the top and middle rope, then straightened her up and neatly twined her arms over the top. “And yet, the odds makers in Vegas give me a significant edge in this match. Do you know why that is, Veronica?” Breath coming through gritted teeth, Treymane shook her head and growled, “Because you’ve learned to game their system, is that it, DaisNNNNNNGGHHH!”
The Tweeting Tyrant cupped her hands over Veronica’s chin and puuuuuulllled back, just bending her neck against the rubber-coated steel.
“Break the hold, Lyssa! I said break it, she’s in the ropes!” Castle made the demand almost immediately, the senior official didn’t want a rope-centric variation on the earlier barricade incident. Of course Zahn made no move to disengage, so he sighed and began the count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Lyssa broke the Chinlock and pushed Treymane’s arms off the rope, leaving the blonde to collapse to her knees, chest pressed heavily against the second rope. Getting back to the conversation Castle so rudely interrupted, the brunette grabbed hold of the top rope, braced her left knee across the back of Veronica’s neck and pushed herself off the mat. This simple shift forced Treymane’s windpipe against the middle strand, which meant Lyssa had to speak loudly to be heard over the coughing and retching.
“It’s because you’re a good girl who occasionally does bad things and I am a bad girl who regularly does terrible things. YOU will always feel guilty afterward whereas I will record every second from every angle and then make a bytchin’ montage of--”
“OFF HER THROAT NOW, ZAHN!” Nick barked next to her right ear. “I threatened to DQ her, don’t think I won’t do the same to--”
“You’re not gonna do a GODDAMNED THING!” the Pintrest Pin-Up slid off her mount and went straight at the ref. “That whiny little bytch exploited the twenty count to abuse me on the outside for the better part of two minutes and you, YOU, Mr. Senior Official, let that happen! So now that the tables are rightly turned, you’re going to back the f*ck off and keep your counts slow and soft while I show pretty little ‘Ronnie the ropes of wrestling in the digital age! Got it, asshole?”
She didn’t give him a chance to respond, instead whirling around and storming back to the gasping, red-faced blonde. Another double fistful of hair got Treymane’s neck clear of the rope, but anyone expecting mercy was doomed for disappointment because Lyssa only pulled Veronica away long enough turn her over. “You really think you’re good enough to hang with me? You think you deserve the belt around your waist? Bytch, you’re not gonna have enough face left to earn a spot on my Wall of Shame!”
Forcing the blonde down so that the back of her neck was wedged against the bottom rope, Zahn stood up, grabbed the top rope in both hands and braced her right heel against Treymane’s chin. It wasn’t exactly a Stranglehold when Lyssa sank into a deep crouch, but the cringe-worthy angle of Veronica’s neck combined with the frantic tattoo of her heels against the canvas was more than enough to convince the FAWNatics she was heartbeats away from becoming a human Pez Dispenser.
Much slower to start his count than usual, Castle waited almost ten seconds before he strode over and patted Lyssa on the shoulder. “Break it, Lyssa. I won’t ask again.”
To his surprise, the brunette broke away and raked a hand through her hair. “Well now,” she said with a small smirk, “perhaps you’re not as biased as I thought.”
Dismissing him with a cheeky little wave, Lyssa bent down, helped herself to the blonde’s ankles and dragged her clear of the ropes with one huge YANK! Veronica hit the canvas hard, groaned and rolled onto her tummy, the Neo-Noir Knockout desperate to fight her way back into this championship match. Alas Lyssa Zahn offered nothing save a Standing Headscissors and a possessive slap of her opponent’s backside. “I see you taking pictures!” Zahn called to the crowd. “Hashtag Wall of Shame better be on every damned one, you get me?”
This demand was greeted by a wall of jeers, which grew into worried boos when the challenger bent down and cupped her palms into the pits of Treymane’s knees. Then she bent down and hoisted Veronica up into position for one of the most brutal head-drops out there, the Package Piledriver. The FAWNatics braced themselves for the devastating maneuver, only to groan and sigh at the same time when Zahn lifted her burden that much higher and THWAMMED her into the mat spine-first. The Troll Bomb wasn’t *quite* as deadly as the move it pretended to be, but it was far from painless, as evidenced by the violent way Treymane bounced on impact. The canvas beneath her was still shaking when Lyssa floated into a Crossbody and hooked the far leg for…
TROLL BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_DH9yiclPY
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Veronica raised her right shoulder with half a heartbeat to spare, the narrow escape earning a thunderous reaction from the sold-out crowd. Zahn’s reaction was equally volatile, though hers had more in common with blink and you’ll miss it destruction as opposed to mere noise. Slinging a leg over the champ’s waist, the Pintrest Pin-Up snatched a double handful of hair and proceeded to BOUNCE Treymane’s skull like a particularly stubborn basketball.
“STAY DOWN YOU DUMB BYTCH!” she roared between thumps. “OR YOU AND RACHEL CAN SHARE A ROOM AT THE--”
She would’ve said ‘ICU’ if Castle hadn’t grabbed her by the elbow and yanked her to boot leather in a single swift motion. “Last warning, Lyssa.” there was no intimidating Nick now, hell, Zahn might’ve backed up a step or two if she wasn’t in the grip of a red rage. “Fight clean or I’ll make sure the fine they slap you with makes you wish you’d never heard of the Main Event.”
Zahn jerked her arm away, for a moment it looked like she might actually put an elbow through the zebra’s face. Instead she raked a hand through her hair and sneered, “You didn’t stop this when you had the chance, douchebag. It’s all on you.”
Turning around without another word, Lyssa planted a stomp in the center of her opponent’s tummy en route to the nearest corner. Though not top of anyone’s list when it came to high flyers, Zahn displayed a great deal of innate agility as she took hold of the top strand and leapt to the top floor without missing a beat. Landing in a crouch that faced the wreckage of the Dangerous Dame, Lyssa straightened up and pulled her phone from the band around her arm. “Next time I’ll wear a Go Pro.” she muttered. “Stills will have to do for now.” She snapped off three good shots in rapid succession, tucked the phone away and leapt out into the void. Touching her toes just as she reached the apex of her ascent, Zahn stretched out full length and THA-WHAMMED down on the mat so recently occupied by Veronica Treymane!
Still close enough to feel every tremor when Lyssa hit home, the Pinstripe Powerhouse sat up and put a hand to her aching face. Beside her, Zahn rested on her knees, the gut-shot brunette leaned forward almost double to better swaddle her roiling gut. Pitiless in the wake of the rough treatment she’d suffered as of late, Veronica pursed her lips and let out a chipper little whistle to get the challenger’s attention. Zahn raised her head without thinking and paid the price with a stern backhand that CRAAACKED her head to one side.
“You’re not going to a hospital when this is over, Daisy.” the champion promised. “You’re getting dumped out in the alley with the rest of the traNNNNNNNGGGHH!”
The Vine Vixen Bytch Slapped her right back and just like that it was on, blonde and brunette teeing off from equally awkward positions simply because they were too enraged to bother with anything so complicated as standing up. Back and forth, right and left, tick & tock they went, a full fifteen seconds of uninterrupted slugging that only ended when Treymane blocked Zahn’s latest effort and rebuked her with a stern European Uppercut across the chin. Lyssa reeled, leaned forward and hissed as she felt the champion’s fingers twine in her hair.
“Time to stand up, Daisy.” Veronica huffed. “You may be a gutless fame whore, but you’re also the challenger, which means you’re gonna be standing when I finish you ofFFEEERRGGGGHHH!”
Lyssa raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaked her opponent’s face with both hands, snatched hold of her hair and clambered to boot leather with Treymane dragged up alongside. “And you’re nothing but an undeserving charisma vacuum.” Zahn noted in the midst of pounding a Kneelift directly into the waistline of her rival’s trunks. “But you’re still the FAWN World Champion, which means your face is about to become the MVP on my Wall of Shame.”
With Veronica already doubled over from the almost Low Blow, Zahn forced the blonde’s head under her right arm and slipped her arms under opposing biceps to secure a Double Underhook. Fingers laced tight, Lyssa dipped her knees and pull-- Veronica set her feet and bore down to remain anchored to the mat, much to Lyssa’s disgust.
“Too late for that, bytch. Your pathetic ass is about to go viral!”
She bent down, gathered her reserves and yanked Treymane free of her moorings NO! The Dangerous Dame kicked her feet wildly and returned to terra firma. To make matters worse (for the brunette, at least), she dropped to one knee, making it all but impossible for Zahn to get her off the ground. Equally determined not to let her quarry escape, Lyssa did half the Double Underhook so she could reach down and claim a huge handful of Veronica’s trunks. “So you want to get poster-ized with the wedgie from hell? Whatever you say, chamPEERRRRRRGHHHH FAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Even reduced, Zahn’s clutch was too strong to simply break, so Veronica turned her head into the brunette’s ribs and bit down, a more than justifiable receipt for all the liberties Zahn had taken over the last twenty minutes. Far too surprised to inform the ref of the illegal tactic, Lyssa forgot all about the wedgie and pounded half a dozen overhand Forearm Smashes into the champ’s back and shoulders. Veronica soaked them up with a groan, helped herself to one more chomp, then pressed her palms into Zahn’s midsection and SHOVED! Lyssa stumbled backward, hit the ropes and came off ‘em at a near sprint, the Tweeting Tyrant showing a Lariat aimed right at her prey’s ne--
Treymane intercepted with a straight Forearm Smash at the last possible second and immediately followed it with an open handed Slap! Zahn groaned, raised her hands to defend and promptly fell victim to the snappy kick Veronica bounced off her left shin. Hobbled, she started to clear off, just not fast enough to get clear of an Ellis-worthy Backhand that THWHAPPED off her right ear! Lyssa was in full retreat by then, the once sure-footed battler stepping in fencepost holes as she bounced off the ropes for the second time in less than a minute. THWHAP! Delighted roars from the crowd as Veronica whipped around in a circle and came out the other side with a Discus Lariat that smashed across her opponent’s collarbone.
It should’ve sent Lyssa’s head into the front row or at the very least turned her inside out, so you can understand why the crowd was so shocked when the Tweeting Tyrant bounced into the ropes and came back in a drunken lurch. Somewhat less surprised was Veronica Treymane, who’d turned around and thrown herself into the ropes the instant she realized Zahn was still vertical. Closing the distance in very short order, the vengeful champ whipped up her right leg and SMASHED the sole of her boot into Lyssa’s chin with a huge Big Boot!
Zahn went down in a heap and the FAWNatics roared for Veronica to cover, but the thought never crossed her mind. She was too busy thinking about Rachel in the infirmary to let Lyssa off easy, which was why she snatched a double handful of hair and peeled her off the mat. On her feet, but the sort of sludgy pliable that suggested she wasn’t quite aware of her surroundings, Lyssa Zahn only groaned when Treymane slid her arms under brunette biceps and locked her hands to complete the Double Underhook. Turning in a circle both to disorient her prey and to show her off to the whole arena, the Dangerous Dame came to rest glaring at a cameraman watching from the apron.
“For anyone who thinks they can get at me through my sister, pay attention.”
Returning her ire to the exposed curve of Lyssa’s back, Veronica swung to the right, then snapped left and spun over into a flawless barrel roll that THWHUNKED Lyssa’s forehead into the mat. The Vine Vixen rumbled onto her back and Treymane was right there to pile on, the vindictive blonde sitting her tush directly on the challenger’s chest. Leaning back to hook the left leg, Treymane pulled the limb off the mat in a rough Half Matchbook and nodded in time with Castle’s count of…
DAISY CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NvK1MwS-Ng
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded and the crowd roared, but Veronica didn’t give up her seat. Aside from the exhaustion, she wanted to make sure the sadistic brunette still felt every bit of her weight when the Announcer did his thing. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
Tossing Zahn’s leg down once the last echoes of her name had faded into the rafters, Veronica got to her feet and accepted the World Title from Castle. “Nice match, Veronica.” he said with a smile. “I’d say that was your toughest win yetNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Nick was shoved from behind, tumbled forward and caught Treymane with an awkward Headbutt before crumpling to all fours. Strap momentarily forgotten in the wake of this unexpected violence, Treymane rubbed her face and muttered, “That’s cheap shyt, Montoya. Even for youNNNNNNNGGHHHH!”
The belt was snatched from her hands and promptly TWHUMPED against her forehead, Veronica knocked flat on her back in a single stroke. From somewhere high in the haze overhead, a voice that was familiar but most certainly not Leah Montoya chided, “The cowgirl does good work I’ll admit, but I gave her a bottle of Jack Daniels to take the night off.”
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
Alexis Suguitan held the World Title in one hand, read the nameplate and shook her head in disgust. “Ridiculous. I made you my bytch over and over again and somehow you got to this before I did. Whatever. The hag is gone and soon the fluke will join her.”
Tossing the ten pounds of leather and gold aside, the Penthouse Panther buried her hands in Veronica’s hair and hoisted her to boot leather. With no need to worry about protocol or even basic wrestling etiquette, Alexis slammed a knee into her longtime rival’s groin, then caught her in a Front Facelock when Veronica doubled over in agony. Tossing the blonde’s left arm across the back of her neck, Alexis bent down, grabbed Treymane’s left leg behind the knee and wrenched it up in an aggressive cradle. A quick check of the ramp confirmed no zebras were heading toward the ring, so Suguitan powered the World Champ into the air and turned in a couple of languid circles before she twisted her hips and sat out on her butt to THAWHUNK Veronica down on the back of her head and shoulders.
“I know you know what comes next.” Alexis patted the blonde’s cheek and flashed a wicked smile. “But don’t worry, I’m gonna give you some time to think about it. “How’s Mania sound? Well do this again in the Main Event and I’ll show you one more time why I am the future of this business. Got that… Daisy?”
No response from Treymane, so Alexis got to her feet, sauntered over to the belt and claimed it again. Planting a foot on the champ’s defenseless cheek, the CEO of $UGUITAN inc raised the championship high, giving the capacity crowd a glimpse of the future as the broadcast faded to black.
Rage gave way to silence, albeit just for a moment. When the speakers came back to life, it’s Adelitas Way’s “Criticize” that pulses through the airwaves...
LYSSA ZAHN:
Right on cue, the curtains slid apart and a ravishing brunette strode into view and paused atop the stage to take a trio of selfies. Apparently as satisfied with herself as she was disgusted with the crowd, the Vine Vixen slipped the smart phone back into a snug elastic band on her right arm and started down the aisle.
`For her first shot at FAWN gold, the Tweeting Tyrant wore predominately black spandex: a two piece, the top with thin, pink shoulder straps set at a slight angle, and a pink mesh “plate” over the clavicle, rising into a collar. The bottom rim of this piece and the neckline of the bikini top worked to create almost a heart-shaped “cleavage window.” Matching bottoms (with pink trim), pink wristbands and pads, and black boots complete the look.
Zahn made her way to the ring with a satisfied smirk, basking as much in the derisive jeers as the whistles and looks of appreciation. As the saying went, the worst thing in wrestling was to be ignored, and one thing was certain: wherever the venue, Lyssa Zahn was NEVER ignored. The brunette climbed the steps, slipped through the ropes and nearly skipped to her corner. Settling in against the buckles, Lyssa produced her phone once more and went to work setting up a half dozen different alerts for all the delightful things she was gonna do to the hopelessly outmatched champion.
While Nick Castle doing his best to check the challenger’s pads and boots (a task made all the more difficult because Zahn was actively trolling some poor dopes in the front row), the Announcer raised his mic and called, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Bridgeport California she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds, she is the FAWN World Champion… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Grayscale seeped in through the Technicolor as the Treymane Gang greeted their heroine with a boisterous roar. Along with the muted color scheme came a frenetic touch of the modern in the form of Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’. The music was barely five seconds in when the champ stormed through the curtain. Greeting the crowd minus her usual trench coat, fedora and replica Thompson, Veronica hit the stage and full stride, which increased to a sprint as soon as she’d pulled the World Title from around her waist. Racing down the aisle with no attention paid to the hands and signs extended to her, Treymane dove under the bottom rope, tossed the strap aside and went straight for Lyssa.
Zahn saw her coming but made no effort to attack or defend because Nick stepped into the blonde’s path and held out one hand. “Ease up, ‘Ronnie. I know you’re mad, but--”
“MAD?” Treymane snarled. “Mad? No Nick, I’m not mad. Mad is a flat tire or a train during rush hour, that BYTCH and her pet Texan put my sister in the hospital. So I’m gonna do the same to her!”
“And you’ll have the chance, as soon as the bell rings.” Castle said soothingly. “Now, go to your corner so I can check you over.”
Behind the official, Lyssa smirked at the seething champion. “What, you’re going to let him stop you? C’mon champ, I expected better.”
The Dangerous Dame cursed and tried to go around the zebra, but Castle moved with her and put a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t play her game, girl. The sooner you get to your corner, the sooner I can ring the bell.”
Treymane took a deep breath, then nodded once and backed into the opposite corner. Nick followed shortly thereafter. For her battle with the snarking bytch that’d put Rachel on the shelf, the Pinstripe Powerhouse wore the ’championship edition’ of her standard togs. They were still boy-cut trunks with white pinstripes and a sturdy white belt, but the grey had been replaced with midnight blue. This change carried through to her top, a matching one-third length bustier with small buttons running up the center and white edging atop the cups. These halves were connected thin white suspenders, while her pads at knee and elbow were the same dark blue. The outfit was finished with matte-black boots that rose to mid-shin.
Once the inspection was finished and the World Title scooped from the canvas where Treymane had tossed it, Castle moved to the center of the squared circle and called for the bell.
Noting the clang, Lyssa took one more picture of the blabbering troglodyte in the first row and set a reminder to block him on all social media outlets just as soon as the match was-- a flicker of movement from straight ahead prompted her to look up and thus gave the challenger *just* enough time to see Veronica storming her way. Too close to muster a real defense and not about to drop her phone, Zahn dipped her torso between the top and middle ropes and said, “Back her up, Castle! It’s not right to jump a girl when she’s putting trolls in their place.”
Nick did indeed step in front of the blonde, but he saved his admonition for Lyssa. “Everyone knows you don’t feed the trolls, Lys. Now put your phone down and get out here, this is the Main Event for cryin’ out loud!”
The smirk on her foe’s mouth told Treymane that Zahn knew exactly where she was, yet the champ held her tongue because the brunette exited the buckles the instant she’d set her phone aside. Circling off to Veronica’s left, Lyssa raised her hands to chest level but didn’t look particularly worried when the Dangerous Dame closed on her for the second time. “Sorry for the delay there, ‘Ronnie.” she said. “You know what it’s like dealing with idiots who don’t know when to shut up. Here, let’s start this off right.” The Tweeting Tyrant took a step back and raised her left hand to the rafters for a Test of Strength. “C’mon, show me what you’ve goNNNNGGGHHH!”
Veronica didn’t feign accepting the Test before punching her foe in the mouth, she simply waded in and snapped Zahn’s head back with a straight right hand. Turned around by the power of the blonde’s shot, Lyssa shuffled to a safe distance with one hand pressed to her mashed mug. Finding no teeth in her cupped palm, Lyssa lowered that hand and looked over her shoulder to fix Veronica with a wicked smile. “That’s it? One barely saloon worthy Haymaker is all you can muster for dear old big sister?” She turned to face Treymane and trailed her tongue over those smugly perfect teeth. “If someone had done what we did to someone I love I would’ve ended them by now. Guess Rachel doesn’t mean as much now that you’ve got the gold around your waist.”
Veronica bared her teeth and started forward, only to call it off when a twitch from the brunette told her she was walking into Zahn’s trap. “Don’t worry about Rachel, Daisy.” the Pinstripe Powerhouse noted after she’d raked a soothing hand through her hair. “Worry about Leah. Worry about what I’m going to do to you tonight.”
Lyssa rolled her shoulders and hunched forward in an expectant grappler’s crouch. “First, I’m not worried about your sister because I know exactly what we did to her. Second, I already know what you’ll do for me tonight. You’re gonna make me the new World Champ--”
Raucous cheers all ‘round as Treymane pounced on the challenger, sweeping her into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Veronica’s anger let her push Zahn back a few steps immediately after the clench, after that Lyssa dug in her heels and blonde and brunette stamped around in a mean little tummy-on-tummy circle as they sought to impose will. The stalemate was perhaps ten seconds old when Lyssa slid one hand up the back of Treymane’s neck to grab a whole lotta hair. The pull that followed was hardly subtle, but the Dangerous Dame didn’t call for the referee, she didn’t even yelp. Instead she plunged one hand into Zahn’s dark tresses and pulled hard.
“OOOOWWWWW NIIIICK!” Lyssa shouted in a near hysterical whine. “SHE’S PULLING MY HAIRWHOOAAHH OOFFH! ROPES! DAMMIT YOU IDIOT, I’M IN THE ROPNNNNGGGGHHH!”
In no mood to let the other woman manipulate the rules, Treymane used the illegal grip like a lead to stack Lyssa’s back against the ropes. Hands raised for a clean break as soon as Zahn started to whine, Veronica stepped away and CRA-CRAAACKED a spiteful forehand / backhand combo across her opponent’s cheeks. Though hardly match ending shots, the slaps knocked the phony hurt off Lyssa’s face and left genuine anger (not to mention a warm pink flush) in its place.
Offering a smile of her own in response to Zahn’s snarl, Treymane asked, “What’s wrong, Daisy? You mad?” The smile dropped away. “Good. Because I am furious. And I’m going to stay that way until my boot is crushing down on that trashy little cleavage window.”
Lyssa found another smile, not that there was anything pleasant about the expression. “Oh, ‘Ronnie, ‘Ronnie, ‘Ronnie. I sense a LOT of anger management classes in your future. Don’t worry, it’ll give you something to do in between bouts of physical therapy.”
Veronica shook her head in irritation, backed up a little and stretched her arms wide, inviting the challenger to join her. “Tell me something, brat. How are you gonna post any of your bullshyt if I’ve broken all your fing--” The Social Media Superstar came off the ropes with a Toe Kick aimed squarely at her blonde’s navel. Treymane didn’t move, rather she flicked out both hands and caught Lyssa’s ankle with only an inch or two to spare. Eyes locked on the hopping, cursing brunette, Veronica made her intentions perfectly clear. “I am going to whip your ass, Daisy.” She tossed the captured limb down and back, the pendulum swing of it forcing Zahn to lean forward which in turn made her an easy target for the Kneelift that Treymane THUNKED off her forehead!
KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1BaWpoB7Ku4
Rocked back on her heels, Lyssa held out a hand to ward off the champion’s advance, but the Neo-Noir Knockout slapped it aside and spread her arms in a wide ‘C’ to collect Zahn over one shoulder and between both legs. Muscling Lyssa onto her shoulder in a single smooth motion, Veronica tossed her burden to the canvas with a spine-tingling Scoop Slam. Not a game changing maneuver, but Treymane immediately raised her right foot high and certainly would’ve stomped on her opponent’s skull if Zahn hadn’t rolled clear with a heartbeat to spare.
Gifted with the ring presence of a twenty year veteran at this relatively early stage of her career (Lyssa credited this to the proliferation of smart phones and social media, always had to know where those cameras were, right?) the brunette slid under the bottom rope and pushed to one knee on the narrow ledge of the apron. “You gonna give her a warning or something, Castle?” Zahn snapped at the official as she ‘snapped’ her trunks snug against her haunches. “Bytch just tried to put her foot through my skull.”
“Lucky for us rolled out of the way.” he said blandly. “Catch your breath and get back in the ring, Lyssa.”
Zahn snorted. “I don’t need to catch my breath, this troll couldn’t make me break a sweat. But you damned well bet I’ll be on Rate-a-Ref later tonight giving you an ‘F’ for this disgustingly biased--”
Veronica closed in fast and snatched a double handful of hair, clearly meaning to Beal Toss her adversary into the squared circle. Lyssa didn’t bother to protest this particular hair pull, indeed she was smiling as she pressed her palms to the champ’s head and gouged her thumbs into Veronica’s eyes! Veronica shrieked and forgot all about the hair hold in favor of clamping down on the brunette’s wrists. Again, Zahn didn’t bother to fight against the resistance, she simply jerked Treymane forward and THWHUNKED a nasty Headbutt into the bridge of her nose.
“NNNNGGGHHHH!” Veronica coughed out a nasal groan and started to back off, unfortunately Lyssa still had hold of her head and she pulled the taller battler’s upper body between the top and middle ropes. Positioned off to the champion’s left, Zahn braced her left arm across Treymane’s shoulders to keep her wedged in place while she addressed the FAWNatics. “You thought what Leah and I did to Rachel was ugly? You idiots are gonna have to verify your age before you can see what happens to this piece of trash!” The crowd booed heartily, then groaned in sympathetic hurt as the challenger traumatized Veronica’s tummy and tits with half a dozen Kneelifts in perhaps half as many seconds. Treymane huffed and groaned through each one, the flailing champ straining to catch hold of a rope even as Zahn pounded the air from her lungs.
KNEECOPLASTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fdRih1KheTI
Eventually Castle closed in on his side of the ropes and said, “Hands up and step away, Lyssa. She’s in the ropes, after all.” The Tweeting Tyrant did as she was told, holding both hands high overhead without a word of complaint. Indeed, she didn’t say so much as a word when she twisted sideways and flicked her hips into the side of Veronica’s noggin with a dull THUMP! The ref barked disapproval and tried to get between blonde and brunette, but Lyssa already had the Dangerous Dame in a Front Facelock. Forced to climb through the ropes at a very awkward angle, Treymane hooked her right arm around the top strand and curled her left hand into a fist, all the better to ‘pwak’ Zahn’s ribs with stiff little punches. “That all you got, baby?” Lyssa snarked as she soaked up her foe’s resistance. “I thought someone who worked so hard to pass herself off as a gangster would at least throw hands like onWHOOOANNNNNGGHHHH!”
Treymane stopped punching and wrapped that arm around the brunette’s midsection. A hearty tug on Zahn’s waistband loosened the Facelock more than enough for Veronica to trundle her opponent all the way down the apron and into a BWUUUNKING back-first collision with the ring post. Lyssa cried out and let loose, not that her newfound freedom stopped Treymane from jarring the other woman’s spine a second time.
“You talk a real good game from behind a keyboard, Daisy.” Veronica snapped after she’d straightened up in front of the stunned battler. “But we both know you’re out of your league when it comes to an actual fiAAAGGHHH BYTCH!”
Zahn flicked out a hand, jabbing her thumb into the champ’s left eye before she could finish. This was followed by a swift kick to the shin that doubled Treymane over and allowed Lyssa to reapply the Front Facelock. No trolling in round two, the black-clad beauty simply stepped off the apron and let gravity yank her prey down into a THWHUNKING skull on apron DDT! Veronica’s head snapped back and she flopped over onto her back, a fortuitously draped arm the only thing that kept her from dripping from the ring to the floor.
APRON DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0ASHreZt0I
Beside her, Lyssa ran a hand through her hair and flicked her briefs back into place with an angry little grimace. Curling that wicked talon into Treymane’s long hair, she lifted her head off the mat and sneered, “Listen closely asshole, because I’m only going to say this once. My WORDS, as vicious as they are, are the very LEAST dangerous part of my arsenal.” As if to prove the point, Zahn turned her back on the champion and pulled Veronica’s head into position across the point of her right shoulder. Fingers laced tight across Treymane’s chin, Lyssa stepped forward and out and laid out on her back to THWHUMP her foe against the barely-padded floor!
The Neckbreaker piled on top of the DDT left Veronica a shivering wreck rolled over onto her tummy to better swaddle her head in both arms. “That’s a good look on you, ‘Ronnie.” Lyssa noted as she surveyed the damage. “And it’ll look even better plastered all over Instagram.” With that she strutted down the narrow aisle to the next corner, grabbed her phone and headed back to the scene of the crash. She’d expected Treymane to still be hugging the floor, so the Social Media Superstar was more than a little irritated to discover her blonde pushed up on one knee.
“Damn, that was a great shot you ruined!” Lyssa tucked the phone into the band around her right bicep, something told her she’d need it sooner than later. “Oh well, guess I’ll just have to make another one!”
Filling her hands with Treymane’s hair as soon as she was close enough, the brunette hauled the champ to boot-leather and promptly got a measure of revenge by DRIVING her lower back into the apron. Veronica shouted in boozy hurt and tried to slide free of her rival’s grasp, but Zahn kept a possessive arm around her waist. Castle counted ‘TWELVE!’ right about then, prompting a nod from Lyssa. “More than enough time. Practically an eternity!” Abandoning her makeshift Waistlock for a far more traditional Wristlock, the Pintrest Pin-Up took a giant step backward, dropped her hips and slung Veronica straight at the steel guardrail!
Treymane saw the impact coming and willed herself to turn around, alas there wasn’t nearly time enough and she BWAAAANGED gut-first into the unforgiving obstruction. Directly behind, Zahn waited just long enough to make sure Treymane wasn’t going to tumble into the first row. Thusly satisfied, she slid under the bottom rope and smirked up at Nick. “C’mon Castle, take a selfie with me. You know you wanna be on my wall of cool zebras.
“You have never, ever had a wall of cool zebras, Lyssa. Now stop messing around and get it back in the ring.”
Lyssa grinned even wider as she dipped out onto the floor. “I KNEW you were a follower!”
All business again once her attention returned to the flagging champion, Zahn grabbed Treymane’s waistband and tied the wedgie score en route to peeling her off the steel. “Just found out that Nick’s a follower.” Lyssa told Veronica as she turned her in a half circle. “You’re gonna follow me too, it’ll just take a little convincing first. Here, let’s take a Selfie. And no duck face!”
Slipping her phone from its holster, Zahn stood shoulder to shoulder with the blonde and draped her right arm across the back of Treymane’s neck. As this was going on she also crooked her right leg around Veronica’s left. Phone clutched in her right hand, Lyssa leaned forward and snapped back, just SLAMMING the Neo-Noir Knockout’s shoulders and back into the guardrail courtesy a vicious Russian Leg Sweep. Sliding to a seat with her arm still curled around the back of Treymane’s neck, Zahn laid her head on the blonde’s shoulders and snapped off one, two, three pictures in rapid succession. “Probably not the best picture you’ve ever taken.” the brunette chided once she’d disengaged and regained her feet. “But what a memento!”
No answer from Veronica of course, she was too busy trying to gather her wits after this bout with augmented brutality. Only mildly disappointed in the lack of banter, Zahn hoisted her blonde off the floor and made as if to shovel her under the bottom rope but forced her into a Standing Headscissors instead. Positioned parallel to the apron, Lyssa leaned down and wrapped her arms around the champ’s waist.
“Know what else would make a good memento? Facetiming the press conference where you relinquish the World Title due to injury. Just IMAGINE how much sympathy your untalented ass will get!” Already seeing that press conference in crystal clear 4G, Zahn bent her knees and-- Veronica planted her feet and deadweighted the brunette to foil whatever it was she had in mind. “Too late to fight back, bytch.” Lyssa grunted. “I already broke the internet, now it’s time to break yOOOUAAHHHH NNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Palming the backs of her tormentor’s thighs for extra leverage, Treymane stood up straight, a shift that left Lyssa strapped to her six like a most unwilling backpack. But if Zahn thought that predicament was unpleasant, things got downright nasty when the Pinstripe Powerhouse turned toward the ring and snapped forward and down! Lyssa was whipped off the blonde’s back and THWHUMPED shoulders-first along the edge of the apron in an Alabama Slam that had even the most devoted of heel haters cringing!
APRON ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9Wl6ou0Leo
Pushing hair off her eyes in the aftermath of that spine-wracking counter, Veronica looked down at the brunette’s pain-crimped face and growled, “Gonna take a lot more than Giraffe Filters and funny cat memes to break me, Daisy.” Lyssa’s vaunted wit came up dry in terms of a response, not that Treymane minded the silence in the slightest. Lifting Zahn off the floor with a double handful of hair and nary a care about what sort of damage it might do to the challenger’s scalp, the Neo-Noir Knockout spun Lyssa around and secured her at trunks and tresses. Yanking up on the former while she jerked back on the latter, Treymane backed up a little and urged Nick to do the same, presumably so he wouldn’t get bowled over when she tossed Zahn back into the squared circle.
It certainly sounded like the next logical step, which probably explained why everyone was so taken aback when Veronica took two steps toward the apron, then wheeled around and tossed Lyssa so hard she was parallel to the guardrail when she BWAAAANGED back-first across that unpleasant steel! Several front row FAWNatics gaped and followed that with a ‘HOLY SHIT!’ chant that soon echoed throughout the whole arena.
Veronica noted it only in passing, as she’d taken the opportunity to roll under the bottom rope. Increasingly worried about the punishment his wrestlers were enduring out there on the floor, Nick crowded the ropes after the blonde slid back out and said, “C’mon Veronica, get it back in the ring, ok? I know you know you can’t really defend that title outside the ring.”
Treymane spared him a long glance even though it was obvious she wanted to get back to the challenger. “Don’t worry Shamus, I’ll pin that tomato can in the middle of the ring one, two, three. But before I do she’s going to pay for what happened to Rachel.”
Thoughts of her older sister got the Pinstripe Powerhouse fired up all over again, the anger putting a little bounce in her step as she stalked over to where Lyssa Zahn had pulled herself to a seat against those cool steel bars. “One chance, Daisy.” Veronica told the grimacing challenger. “Apologize for that sneak attack and we can finish this in the ring like--”
“F*ck your sister.” Lyssa spat her hate through a weary smile. “And f*ck you too, Daaaaaiiisssy! Me and Leah, we enjoyed every second of beating that ginger bytch down, just like I’m gonna enjoy Skyping your tears to the whole worLLDEERRUUHHHRRK!”
Grabbing the top of the guardrail to keep herself steady, Treymane angled her right foot across Zahn’s neck and pushed that long, dangerous limb out to full extension while simultaneously sinking her left knee into a very deep crouch. It was a choke, plain and simple. Veronica made no effort to disguise her efforts, she was far too busy throttling her prey to bother with such civilities. “What was that, Daisy?” Veronica taunted as the pressure she exerted sloooooowly pushed Lyssa and the barricade backward out of optimal strangling range. “Sounded to me like you’ve got something in your throat. Could be a frog, could be my boot, with all your whining I can’t tell.”
Breath whistling in and out of her partially freed windpipe, Zahn slapped and pushed at the champion’s boot until she was able force it all the way off her neck. “Juuuhhh…. still waiting for a real fight, bytch. Where are those scrappy Exercise Yard tactics Rachel used against us? Didn’t stop us from putting her in the infirmary, but at least she made us work for it beNNNNNNGHHHH!”
Veronica grabbed the top of the barricade again, reared back on her left heel and THWHUNKED her right knee straight between Lyssa’s eyes. That shut Zahn’s mouth and got the crowd to ‘ooooohing’ again, problem was Treymane wanted everyone on the other side of the barricade to keep their mouths shut so she could better appreciate Lyssa’s wailing. Sinking into a straddle of the brunette’s upper thighs, Veronica cupped Zahn’s ears, pulled her head forward and BWUNKED it against the guardrail.
“That nasty enough for you, Daisy? Or should I leave scars? I bet all of your followers would love to watch a live feed of Vannacutt sewing your head together with staples and super glue.”
Lyssa actually had the guts to smile at her tormentor. “Tough talk, princess. Everyone knows Rachel’s the real power, you’re just some prissy little brat trying to talk tough in big sister’s clothNNNNNGGHHH!”
Veronica bounced the back of her opponent’s skull against the steel for a second time, then twisted her head sideways (so that Lyssa’s right cheek was pressed against the bars) and draaaaaaaaaaaagged her face back n’ forth! Now the wails from Lyssa were almost loud enough to drown out the shocked murmurs of the nearest FAWNatics, unfortunately neither could overcome the sound of Castle’s count, which had drifted quite a bit higher during the latest exchange of unpleasantness. Dropping Zahn’s throbbing noggin with obvious disdain, Veronica crossed the aisle, pulled herself under the bottom rope and immediately slid back to the floor.
“I’ll call it, ‘Ronnie.” Nick said flatly. “I don’t care if Bethany or Anciline rips me a new one afterward, I’m not going to let you two cripple each other.”
Clearly conflicted, Treymane looked to Zahn before honing in on the official again. “Rachel spent a night in the hospital, Nick. Because of Leah Montoya and Lyssa Zahn. They need to pay for what they did.”
“Of course. Make her pay in the ring.”
“Soon.” the blonde answered.
“I’ll give you ‘til ten, girl.” Castle told her as she rounded on Lyssa. “If you’re not back in here by then, I’ll disqualify you both.”
Veronica nodded silent agreement, so the ref started his count one more time. Moving a little bit quicker now that she had a hard deadline, the Pinstripe Powerhouse snatched hold of Lyssa’s battle damp hair and hauled her to boot leather. The prolonged bludgeoning had made the challenger quite pliable, so much in fact that Treymane didn’t have to bother with a Toe Kick to set up her Standing Headscissors. Securing a Double Underhook instead of the usual Waistlock, Veronica swept the half dozen faces directly in front of her and told ‘em, “Youse mugs are gonna wanna move for this.” The fresh bruises on their shins lent credence to the champion’s words and they were effectively cleared off when Veronica spun Lyssa up, turned her over and BWUUUUNGED her down across the barricade shoulders-first!
Zahn’s mouth dropped open, her scream escaping in a high wheeze that went unnoticed by everyone save the vindictive World Champion. Someway, somehow, Lyssa peeled herself off the steel and clambered into Treymane for a sloppy, desperate clench. Veronica welcomed her in with a clench of her own and immediately used it to drag Zahn across the aisle. While her vengeance was far from sated, Castle’s truncated count was already at ‘SIX!’ and Treymane had no intention of letting it end anywhere but the center of the ring. So she muscled Lyssa around, secured a Standing Half Nelson and added on a handful of waistband to finally shovel her under the bottom rope.
Treymane hopped onto the apron to avoid the count out, but she didn’t go over or through the ropes just yet. “You were real patient while I worked out some of my issues on the floor, Nick.” Veronica told the ref after she’d reached the nearest corner. “So I’m going to thank you with something I think you’ll appreciate.” Nick said nothing, choosing instead to keep a safe distance as the blonde climbed all the way to the top floor. The crowd rose along with her, offering the Neo-Noir Knockout increasingly fervent support in the heartbeats before she leapt from her perch and brought the back of her right thigh THAWHAMMING down atop Lyssa’s chest! Spinning to one knee after the Guillotine Leg Drop left her foe a splattered wreck on the canvas, Treymane leaned over in a Crossbody, hooked the far leg and pulled it up for…
GUILLOTINE LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAd-XCKcf2Y
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Zahn pulled her leg free and rolled onto shoulder and hip, turning her back on the domineering champion. Veronica cast a glance in Nick’s direction, more on instinct than any real question about the count. In truth she was glad the brunette was still in the game. She hadn’t had enough of punishing Lyssa quite yet and she didn’t want Castle or any of the other officials trying to hold her back if she continued on after the bell. “Still hanging in there, Daisy?” the Dangerous Dame worked one hand deep into Zahn’s dark locks. “Good. Maybe you are more than an obnoxious, self-aggrandizing little shyt in love with her phone.”
Lyssa snarled, pushed herself off the mat to better alleviate the fiery burn in her scalp. “Oh yeah sweetie, I’m a helluva lot more than that.” she muttered. “I’m also the chick that beat your sister’s ass so bad FAWN had no choice but to put me in the ring with NNNNNNGGHHH!”
Positioned off Zahn’s left shoulder, Treymane shifted her weight to her left foot and drove the point of her right knee up into the hollow of her opponent’s lower back. Lyssa’s knees went weak and she might’ve dropped to a much needed penance if the blonde hadn’t dipped down and curled her right arm around Zahn’s midsection. In the same instant she corralled the challenger’s calves and muscled her off the canvas. Forgoing the urge to display her prey for the red-lining crowd, Veronica turned in a quarter circle, popped up on her toes and dropped to one knee, a short, unpleasant drop that THWHUMPED Zahn’s traumatized spine over the meaty curve of her tormentor’s right thigh.
PENDULUM BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=24PcnKN1278
The resultant jolt started Lyssa tumbling off Treymane’s knee, but the champ clamped hold of knee and chin and puuuuuuussssssshed down. Nick noted the remarkably unpleasant angle of Zahn’s back and moved in to check her status only to stop short when Veronica shook her head ‘no’. “Don’t ask her anything, Nick. I want all her fans to have plenty of material for their Vines and Tweets. Lyssa understands, don’t you Lyssa?” Treymane jostled her knee and applied more pressure on both ends of the Backbreaker.
Caught in a galling swirl of pain and embarrassment the likes of which she’d never endured in her burgeoning career, Zahn slapped at her opponent’s encroaching wrist with one hand and reached for her hair with the other. “Yeerrrgggghhh… you’re in way over your head, bytch. Last girl that started a flame war with me? I did a whole podcast from atop her whimpering faceEEERRRGGHHHHH BYTCH!”
Veronica pulled her left hand from Zahn’s thigh, crooked it into a claw and applied it between the brunette’s thighs.
“C’mon Veronica, you’re better than that.” Castle said of the unseemly, yet legal maneuver.
“But she’s not, Nick. So I’m gonna work this Daisy over until she learns to respect AAAGGGGHHH!”
Driven to desperation by the anguish in her spine and groin, Zahn stopped prizing at the champion’s wrist and lashed out with a claw swipe that just so happened to catch Treymane across the eyes. The Backbreaker loosened considerably but Lyssa still remained trapped, so she clamped down on the blonde’s face and squeezed until the squealing battler had to abandon the submission to save her own features.
Almost sobbing with relief, Zahn hit the canvas and immediately barrel rolled her way all the way to the edge of the ring. She didn’t slip out onto the floor however. Sore as she was, the Tweeting Tyrant had no intention of ceding the ring to her rival. One hand pressed to her knotted back, Lyssa reached up with the other, grabbed hold of the middle strand and slooooowly hauled herself to a seat. From there it was much easier to regain her feet, though it should be noted that the brunette settled into the ropes the instant she was fully upright. Arms slung over the top strand, Zahn flipped hair out of her eyes and taunted, “Stop fixing your make-up, princess. I want everyone in the arena to see your tears cutting through all that slutty masca--”
Veronica, who’d been rubbing at her clawed features with little more than a growl of complaint, exploded in a flat out run and whipped her right foot toward Zahn’s chin. It wasn’t a true bolt of Chicago Lightning but it still would’ve lit up her target but good if Lyssa hadn’t spun aside with a heartbeat to spare. There was a low, evil ‘TWANG’ followed by a piercing shriek from Treymane and cringing groans from the audience as the champion’s crotch collided with the rubber-coated steel.
Showing a smile for the first time since this snotty bytch had thrown her into the barricade, Lyssa snuggled in on her foe’s left side and cooed, “Normally I’d rush over to get my phone. The look on your face is just PRICELESS and I know it’d get me a couple hundred new followers. But I’m gonna keep this one just for me because I really want to hear you SCREAM!” Veronica sucked in a breath to offer some sort of response but Lyssa grabbed the rope on either side of her and started jerking it up and down and so a scream was all that came out.
“All right, that’s enough Lyssa! Get her off the ropes!” Castle said after the challenger burned through his internal five count with no sign of stopping.
Zahn yanked up on the rope one more time, then spared a glance for the referee. “Whatever you say, dork. Lemme see if I can help the champ walk it off.” Shifting her control to the nape of Treymane’s neck and the waistband of her pinstriped trunks, Zahn ‘walked’ her opponent along the ropes, just grrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiinding Veronica’s helpless undercarriage until they were within easy reach of the corner. Lyssa would’ve happily pounded the idiot’s skull into the top turnbuckle, unfortunately Castle was damned near barking in her ear, so Zahn sidled in as close as she could and muscled / dragged the wincing blonde across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Clambering away from the ropes before Treymane could think of grabbing hold for a break, Zahn charged into the center of the squared circle and dropped straight back to PLANT Veronica on the mat with a Samoan Drop.
SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbegS8PXpq8
Veronica jolted violently but Lyssa kept her left leg cradled and rolled back on her heels to press down on the blonde’s chest and belly for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Neo-Noir Knockout shoved the challenger away, saving her reign with a full second to spare. That was about the amount of time Zahn gave her to catch her breath. Then her hands were buried in the blonde’s hair and hauling her to verticality with extreme prejudice. Though Lyssa was relatively new to the Main Roster, the FAWNatics had quickly picked up on her penchant for near constant trash talk, so they were a little surprised when the brunette tended to the task at hand in utter silence. Posted up directly behind her rival, Zahn slung Treymane’s left arm over her shoulders, leaned forward and wrapped her right arm around opposing waist. Bracing her left hand against the back of Veronica’s left thigh, the Social Media Superstar powered the other woman onto her shoulder, then twisted her to one side and dropped to one knee to THWHUMP Treymane with a spiteful Backbreaker.
BACKDROP BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWthLMpEXw8
Zahn shoved her away at once and followed up with a quick Double Axhandle to the tummy to make sure the black & white beeyotch didn’t roll one way or the other. On her feet shortly thereafter, Lyssa took up a position beside the champ’s left arm, peeled off a quick about-face and ran the ropes. Veronica was still prone and groaning when the brunette raced back, leapt up and landed ass-first atop her foe’s tits! Treymane shuddered and Castle moved in to make a count, but Zahn got up before one and took off again, this time to the strands directly south of her drop zone. The second Zahn Bomb hit as hard as the first, Veronica’s legs kicking up in woozy distress as more air was crushed from her lungs.
Only halfway there, Lyssa regained her feet and executed another quarter turn to run the ropes on her prey’s right. Payload number three hit a little harder than its older siblings, the topography of Veronica’s lovely terrain understandable softened by the sternum-shivering ordinance. The sight of Treymane’s legs popped up and within easy grasp was a tempting target indeed, but Lyssa had always been a completionist and she wasn’t about to stop when there was one more bomb to be delivered. Springing to verticality without attempting a cover, the Vine Vixen planted a foot on either side of her opponent’s head.
“Feel free to struggle all you want when I settle in.” the challenger’s tone was almost gracious. “I’ll put a grainy black and white filter on the footage and add some sad music, maybe ‘Mad World’, that always makes the losers cry, right?”
Prone and nearly defenseless in the wake of Zahn’s resurgence, Veronica still found the wherewithal to reach for her attacker’s right boot. “Eeerrhhh… huuuhhhh… don’t bother with a filter… Daisy. You’re gonna be seeing nothing but stripes before I’m finished with AAAARRRRHHHH!”
Lyssa hopped, put her feet together and raaaaaaked the soles of her boots down the champion’s forehead in a bit of old school heeling Treymane would’ve appreciated in any other circumstance. Hands pressed to her face, the blonde rolled to one side but that wouldn’t do at all, so Zahn grabbed her by the shoulders and forced Veronica right back to where she started. Then she whipped around and made tracks for the ropes, the black-clad battler making the return trip in no more than half a dozen long strides. Taking to the air from several feet away, Lyssa raised her knees to chest level like a college girl doing a cannonball, only this wasn’t summer break and there was no pool, only hurting expanse of Veronica’s chest.
“OOOOFFFFFFHHHMMMMPPPPHHHHH!”
The last Zahn Bomb hit the hardest or perhaps it just felt that way because the Tweeting Tyrant slid back and planted her glutes on Treymane’s face while the champ was still sucking wind! Slipping her arms under Veronica’s knees in the same instant, Zahn folded the Pinstripe Powerhouse in half with the Reverse Matchbook and nodded along while Castle counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Zahn hadn’t bothered to control her opponent’s arms, thus allowing Veronica to stuff both hands against the challenger’s tush and shove with all the force a desperate champion could muster. It proved more than enough, dropping Lyssa onto one knee just off the blonde’s right hip. Zahn let her eyes go to Nick as she mouthed ‘Three?’ but she’d refocused on the Dangerous Dame before he finished shaking his head ‘no’.
Claws filled with Veronica’s hair, Zahn got to her feet and pulled until her rival did the same. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but you and I are remarkably alike.” Lyssa seemed far more sincere than usual, surprising perhaps because she was actively trying to remove chunks of Treymane’s scalp as she marched her into the ropes. “When you consider the metrics, be it simple ones like height and weight or more complex ones like average match time, when we kick out of near-falls, you and I are… well, damned near identical.”
Lined up in front of the strands now, Zahn slipped Veronica’s upper body between the top and middle rope, then straightened her up and neatly twined her arms over the top. “And yet, the odds makers in Vegas give me a significant edge in this match. Do you know why that is, Veronica?” Breath coming through gritted teeth, Treymane shook her head and growled, “Because you’ve learned to game their system, is that it, DaisNNNNNNGGHHH!”
The Tweeting Tyrant cupped her hands over Veronica’s chin and puuuuuulllled back, just bending her neck against the rubber-coated steel.
“Break the hold, Lyssa! I said break it, she’s in the ropes!” Castle made the demand almost immediately, the senior official didn’t want a rope-centric variation on the earlier barricade incident. Of course Zahn made no move to disengage, so he sighed and began the count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Lyssa broke the Chinlock and pushed Treymane’s arms off the rope, leaving the blonde to collapse to her knees, chest pressed heavily against the second rope. Getting back to the conversation Castle so rudely interrupted, the brunette grabbed hold of the top rope, braced her left knee across the back of Veronica’s neck and pushed herself off the mat. This simple shift forced Treymane’s windpipe against the middle strand, which meant Lyssa had to speak loudly to be heard over the coughing and retching.
“It’s because you’re a good girl who occasionally does bad things and I am a bad girl who regularly does terrible things. YOU will always feel guilty afterward whereas I will record every second from every angle and then make a bytchin’ montage of--”
“OFF HER THROAT NOW, ZAHN!” Nick barked next to her right ear. “I threatened to DQ her, don’t think I won’t do the same to--”
“You’re not gonna do a GODDAMNED THING!” the Pintrest Pin-Up slid off her mount and went straight at the ref. “That whiny little bytch exploited the twenty count to abuse me on the outside for the better part of two minutes and you, YOU, Mr. Senior Official, let that happen! So now that the tables are rightly turned, you’re going to back the f*ck off and keep your counts slow and soft while I show pretty little ‘Ronnie the ropes of wrestling in the digital age! Got it, asshole?”
She didn’t give him a chance to respond, instead whirling around and storming back to the gasping, red-faced blonde. Another double fistful of hair got Treymane’s neck clear of the rope, but anyone expecting mercy was doomed for disappointment because Lyssa only pulled Veronica away long enough turn her over. “You really think you’re good enough to hang with me? You think you deserve the belt around your waist? Bytch, you’re not gonna have enough face left to earn a spot on my Wall of Shame!”
Forcing the blonde down so that the back of her neck was wedged against the bottom rope, Zahn stood up, grabbed the top rope in both hands and braced her right heel against Treymane’s chin. It wasn’t exactly a Stranglehold when Lyssa sank into a deep crouch, but the cringe-worthy angle of Veronica’s neck combined with the frantic tattoo of her heels against the canvas was more than enough to convince the FAWNatics she was heartbeats away from becoming a human Pez Dispenser.
Much slower to start his count than usual, Castle waited almost ten seconds before he strode over and patted Lyssa on the shoulder. “Break it, Lyssa. I won’t ask again.”
To his surprise, the brunette broke away and raked a hand through her hair. “Well now,” she said with a small smirk, “perhaps you’re not as biased as I thought.”
Dismissing him with a cheeky little wave, Lyssa bent down, helped herself to the blonde’s ankles and dragged her clear of the ropes with one huge YANK! Veronica hit the canvas hard, groaned and rolled onto her tummy, the Neo-Noir Knockout desperate to fight her way back into this championship match. Alas Lyssa Zahn offered nothing save a Standing Headscissors and a possessive slap of her opponent’s backside. “I see you taking pictures!” Zahn called to the crowd. “Hashtag Wall of Shame better be on every damned one, you get me?”
This demand was greeted by a wall of jeers, which grew into worried boos when the challenger bent down and cupped her palms into the pits of Treymane’s knees. Then she bent down and hoisted Veronica up into position for one of the most brutal head-drops out there, the Package Piledriver. The FAWNatics braced themselves for the devastating maneuver, only to groan and sigh at the same time when Zahn lifted her burden that much higher and THWAMMED her into the mat spine-first. The Troll Bomb wasn’t *quite* as deadly as the move it pretended to be, but it was far from painless, as evidenced by the violent way Treymane bounced on impact. The canvas beneath her was still shaking when Lyssa floated into a Crossbody and hooked the far leg for…
TROLL BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_DH9yiclPY
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Veronica raised her right shoulder with half a heartbeat to spare, the narrow escape earning a thunderous reaction from the sold-out crowd. Zahn’s reaction was equally volatile, though hers had more in common with blink and you’ll miss it destruction as opposed to mere noise. Slinging a leg over the champ’s waist, the Pintrest Pin-Up snatched a double handful of hair and proceeded to BOUNCE Treymane’s skull like a particularly stubborn basketball.
“STAY DOWN YOU DUMB BYTCH!” she roared between thumps. “OR YOU AND RACHEL CAN SHARE A ROOM AT THE--”
She would’ve said ‘ICU’ if Castle hadn’t grabbed her by the elbow and yanked her to boot leather in a single swift motion. “Last warning, Lyssa.” there was no intimidating Nick now, hell, Zahn might’ve backed up a step or two if she wasn’t in the grip of a red rage. “Fight clean or I’ll make sure the fine they slap you with makes you wish you’d never heard of the Main Event.”
Zahn jerked her arm away, for a moment it looked like she might actually put an elbow through the zebra’s face. Instead she raked a hand through her hair and sneered, “You didn’t stop this when you had the chance, douchebag. It’s all on you.”
Turning around without another word, Lyssa planted a stomp in the center of her opponent’s tummy en route to the nearest corner. Though not top of anyone’s list when it came to high flyers, Zahn displayed a great deal of innate agility as she took hold of the top strand and leapt to the top floor without missing a beat. Landing in a crouch that faced the wreckage of the Dangerous Dame, Lyssa straightened up and pulled her phone from the band around her arm. “Next time I’ll wear a Go Pro.” she muttered. “Stills will have to do for now.” She snapped off three good shots in rapid succession, tucked the phone away and leapt out into the void. Touching her toes just as she reached the apex of her ascent, Zahn stretched out full length and THA-WHAMMED down on the mat so recently occupied by Veronica Treymane!
Still close enough to feel every tremor when Lyssa hit home, the Pinstripe Powerhouse sat up and put a hand to her aching face. Beside her, Zahn rested on her knees, the gut-shot brunette leaned forward almost double to better swaddle her roiling gut. Pitiless in the wake of the rough treatment she’d suffered as of late, Veronica pursed her lips and let out a chipper little whistle to get the challenger’s attention. Zahn raised her head without thinking and paid the price with a stern backhand that CRAAACKED her head to one side.
“You’re not going to a hospital when this is over, Daisy.” the champion promised. “You’re getting dumped out in the alley with the rest of the traNNNNNNNGGGHH!”
The Vine Vixen Bytch Slapped her right back and just like that it was on, blonde and brunette teeing off from equally awkward positions simply because they were too enraged to bother with anything so complicated as standing up. Back and forth, right and left, tick & tock they went, a full fifteen seconds of uninterrupted slugging that only ended when Treymane blocked Zahn’s latest effort and rebuked her with a stern European Uppercut across the chin. Lyssa reeled, leaned forward and hissed as she felt the champion’s fingers twine in her hair.
“Time to stand up, Daisy.” Veronica huffed. “You may be a gutless fame whore, but you’re also the challenger, which means you’re gonna be standing when I finish you ofFFEEERRGGGGHHH!”
Lyssa raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaked her opponent’s face with both hands, snatched hold of her hair and clambered to boot leather with Treymane dragged up alongside. “And you’re nothing but an undeserving charisma vacuum.” Zahn noted in the midst of pounding a Kneelift directly into the waistline of her rival’s trunks. “But you’re still the FAWN World Champion, which means your face is about to become the MVP on my Wall of Shame.”
With Veronica already doubled over from the almost Low Blow, Zahn forced the blonde’s head under her right arm and slipped her arms under opposing biceps to secure a Double Underhook. Fingers laced tight, Lyssa dipped her knees and pull-- Veronica set her feet and bore down to remain anchored to the mat, much to Lyssa’s disgust.
“Too late for that, bytch. Your pathetic ass is about to go viral!”
She bent down, gathered her reserves and yanked Treymane free of her moorings NO! The Dangerous Dame kicked her feet wildly and returned to terra firma. To make matters worse (for the brunette, at least), she dropped to one knee, making it all but impossible for Zahn to get her off the ground. Equally determined not to let her quarry escape, Lyssa did half the Double Underhook so she could reach down and claim a huge handful of Veronica’s trunks. “So you want to get poster-ized with the wedgie from hell? Whatever you say, chamPEERRRRRRGHHHH FAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Even reduced, Zahn’s clutch was too strong to simply break, so Veronica turned her head into the brunette’s ribs and bit down, a more than justifiable receipt for all the liberties Zahn had taken over the last twenty minutes. Far too surprised to inform the ref of the illegal tactic, Lyssa forgot all about the wedgie and pounded half a dozen overhand Forearm Smashes into the champ’s back and shoulders. Veronica soaked them up with a groan, helped herself to one more chomp, then pressed her palms into Zahn’s midsection and SHOVED! Lyssa stumbled backward, hit the ropes and came off ‘em at a near sprint, the Tweeting Tyrant showing a Lariat aimed right at her prey’s ne--
Treymane intercepted with a straight Forearm Smash at the last possible second and immediately followed it with an open handed Slap! Zahn groaned, raised her hands to defend and promptly fell victim to the snappy kick Veronica bounced off her left shin. Hobbled, she started to clear off, just not fast enough to get clear of an Ellis-worthy Backhand that THWHAPPED off her right ear! Lyssa was in full retreat by then, the once sure-footed battler stepping in fencepost holes as she bounced off the ropes for the second time in less than a minute. THWHAP! Delighted roars from the crowd as Veronica whipped around in a circle and came out the other side with a Discus Lariat that smashed across her opponent’s collarbone.
It should’ve sent Lyssa’s head into the front row or at the very least turned her inside out, so you can understand why the crowd was so shocked when the Tweeting Tyrant bounced into the ropes and came back in a drunken lurch. Somewhat less surprised was Veronica Treymane, who’d turned around and thrown herself into the ropes the instant she realized Zahn was still vertical. Closing the distance in very short order, the vengeful champ whipped up her right leg and SMASHED the sole of her boot into Lyssa’s chin with a huge Big Boot!
Zahn went down in a heap and the FAWNatics roared for Veronica to cover, but the thought never crossed her mind. She was too busy thinking about Rachel in the infirmary to let Lyssa off easy, which was why she snatched a double handful of hair and peeled her off the mat. On her feet, but the sort of sludgy pliable that suggested she wasn’t quite aware of her surroundings, Lyssa Zahn only groaned when Treymane slid her arms under brunette biceps and locked her hands to complete the Double Underhook. Turning in a circle both to disorient her prey and to show her off to the whole arena, the Dangerous Dame came to rest glaring at a cameraman watching from the apron.
“For anyone who thinks they can get at me through my sister, pay attention.”
Returning her ire to the exposed curve of Lyssa’s back, Veronica swung to the right, then snapped left and spun over into a flawless barrel roll that THWHUNKED Lyssa’s forehead into the mat. The Vine Vixen rumbled onto her back and Treymane was right there to pile on, the vindictive blonde sitting her tush directly on the challenger’s chest. Leaning back to hook the left leg, Treymane pulled the limb off the mat in a rough Half Matchbook and nodded in time with Castle’s count of…
DAISY CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NvK1MwS-Ng
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded and the crowd roared, but Veronica didn’t give up her seat. Aside from the exhaustion, she wanted to make sure the sadistic brunette still felt every bit of her weight when the Announcer did his thing. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
Tossing Zahn’s leg down once the last echoes of her name had faded into the rafters, Veronica got to her feet and accepted the World Title from Castle. “Nice match, Veronica.” he said with a smile. “I’d say that was your toughest win yetNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Nick was shoved from behind, tumbled forward and caught Treymane with an awkward Headbutt before crumpling to all fours. Strap momentarily forgotten in the wake of this unexpected violence, Treymane rubbed her face and muttered, “That’s cheap shyt, Montoya. Even for youNNNNNNNGGHHHH!”
The belt was snatched from her hands and promptly TWHUMPED against her forehead, Veronica knocked flat on her back in a single stroke. From somewhere high in the haze overhead, a voice that was familiar but most certainly not Leah Montoya chided, “The cowgirl does good work I’ll admit, but I gave her a bottle of Jack Daniels to take the night off.”
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
Alexis Suguitan held the World Title in one hand, read the nameplate and shook her head in disgust. “Ridiculous. I made you my bytch over and over again and somehow you got to this before I did. Whatever. The hag is gone and soon the fluke will join her.”
Tossing the ten pounds of leather and gold aside, the Penthouse Panther buried her hands in Veronica’s hair and hoisted her to boot leather. With no need to worry about protocol or even basic wrestling etiquette, Alexis slammed a knee into her longtime rival’s groin, then caught her in a Front Facelock when Veronica doubled over in agony. Tossing the blonde’s left arm across the back of her neck, Alexis bent down, grabbed Treymane’s left leg behind the knee and wrenched it up in an aggressive cradle. A quick check of the ramp confirmed no zebras were heading toward the ring, so Suguitan powered the World Champ into the air and turned in a couple of languid circles before she twisted her hips and sat out on her butt to THAWHUNK Veronica down on the back of her head and shoulders.
“I know you know what comes next.” Alexis patted the blonde’s cheek and flashed a wicked smile. “But don’t worry, I’m gonna give you some time to think about it. “How’s Mania sound? Well do this again in the Main Event and I’ll show you one more time why I am the future of this business. Got that… Daisy?”
No response from Treymane, so Alexis got to her feet, sauntered over to the belt and claimed it again. Planting a foot on the champ’s defenseless cheek, the CEO of $UGUITAN inc raised the championship high, giving the capacity crowd a glimpse of the future as the broadcast faded to black.