Post by bigfan on Oct 31, 2016 22:04:11 GMT
After sending a FAWN legend not to mention her former mentor into an imposed retirement, Portia VanBuren not heard or seen since being carted out in an ambulance, the demand on the Penthouse Panther Alexis Suguitan’s schedule had grown exponentially.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
And when Alexis was named Veronica Treymane’s dance partner in the headliner of the biggest show of the year, FAWNamania, she’d moved from future star to next in line to be queen of FAWN’s New Era.
Listening to Lily Burlingame (in a tight little red cocktail number) prattle on about other Mania matches has Alexis’ anger peaked. There was only one match of consequence.
LILY BURLINGAME:
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“Get me out there, midget from outer space,” Suguitan shouts from off-camera, Alexis dressed in faded skinny denim and a black t with ‘$uguitan’ in gold script across the cotton.
Lily’s nose scrunches in anger but she continues on, trying to ignore the backseat directing.
“I mean now, muchkin!” the former Associate shouts.
“I’m sorry for the interruption, ladies and gentlemen,” Lily responds, “we have an unexpected guest on the sidelines who apparently has something to say. And let’s see if she can talk without Portia pulling the strings at her side.”
The copper-skinned beauty marches in from stage right, indignant, ‘chesting’ into the small brunette, forcing Burlingame a step to her side.
“Ready or not the new face of FAWN is here to enlighten you without any assistance from the pea-sized, peabrain “journalist”. All you need to do is hold the microphone close to my lips, sweetheart, like a good little inanimate object.”
Lily looks for a moment like she’s about to clock Alexis in the jaw with her amplifier but apparently thinks better of it.
“You would like to say something, Miss Suguitan?”
Alexis holds an index finger to her lips. “Shhhhh”
Lily bites her lower lip and holds the stick to her interviewee, the Filipino Phenom turning her attention to the lens.
“As most of you are aware, I will be facing a fraud in THE MATCH at Mania. The blonde bimbo who time-machined her way from the Roaring Twenties into a position where she plainly doesn’t belong.”
“She is not the face of the New Era. She is an impostor who stumbled into the perfect circumstances and a weak champion. She beat the figurehead of VB&A. Not the power behind that throne.”
“I proved Portia was nothing but a weak old woman propped up by me.”
Alexis offers an impressive double bicep flex as emphasis.
“And when I chose to, I sent her off to a retirement community where she can sip prune juice through a straw.”
“I destroyed Portia. The current champ barely survived her. And if my plans would have been followed, Veronica Treymane would be a VB&A intern as I speak.”
Alexis shakes her head then sweeps her long ebony locks over a shoulder in frustration.
“So it’s only fitting I not only dethrone Veronica but put her back in the position that best suits her, my employee. To that end, I have confirmed with Bethany Christian and had it added to our contract that the loser of THE MATCH will be the other’s valet for the rest of the calendar year.”
“It’s not enough of a message to take her title. I will take her dignity and force her to learn the work ethic that has made me the best this organization has to offer.”
“So Treymane, if you’ve got the guts, sign the amended contract and let these people see you in the job you are most qualified to fill…MY BYTCH!”
Alexis turns and stalks off leaving Lily’s first question dangling at the tip of her tongue.
“Alright,” Burlingame offers with a shrug. “Short and not so sweet. I can’t say I agree with Miss Suguitan’ attitude and don’t think she has a shred of common sense but she doesn’t lack for confidence and strength and Veronica will certainly have her hands full in the World Title tilt. Let’s go to commercial and when we come back, we’ll try to determine who really is the Best Brit in FAWN before four big name Britons show us at Mania.”
As the camera operator signals Lily is clear, Burlingame grumbles at the exiting Alexis.
“Lucky you’re not a lightweight,” she growls under her breath, “or I’d show you all about another world.”
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FAWN.com Video Exclusive
The ‘Mania logo filled the screen in a vibrant splash of white, gold and red before fading into the sort of sharp-edged grayscale that was the hallmark of FAWN’s current World Champion. Sure enough, it faded to a medium shot of Veronica Treymane standing alone on the top floor of the arena’s parking lot. Her back turned, the Neo-Noir Knockout looked out over the sea of lights that was downtown Orlando while her right hand rested atop the title, which was itself draped across the railing with its faceplate pointing toward the camera.
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Clad in her usual trench coat and fedora, ‘Ronnie looked like a femme fatale plotting her next move or a general surveying a captured country.
Perhaps she was both.
After several more seconds of silence, the blonde said, “I really thought that taking the gold from around Baby’s waist would end the threat of the Associates for good. After all, Portia had discarded Cricket and exploited Kylie into exile and proved herself a spineless fraud to my sister. In fact the only woman by her side the night I put her down was Alexis Suguitan, and you all remember what she did there at the end, don’t you? She abandoned VanBuren to me because she didn’t have the guts to endure the pain in a wounded knee. Or maybe Alexis just can’t stand the fact that she‘s always been defined by someone else. Maybe that’s why she tried to cripple her own mentor. Maybe that’s why she jumped me from behind after I’d just won a war with Lyssa Zahn. And maybe, just maybe, that’s why she thinks I’d turn down this challenge of hers.”
Treymane paused, turned around and grabbed her belt.
“Is that it, Alexis? You can’t stand the fact that for everything you’ve accomplished, the fans still see you as nothing more than Portia’s second banana. But rather than do anything to try and separate yourself from your old boss, you’ve gone and painted yourself into a corner. Because I accept your challenge, Alexis. And when I beat you… when that bell brings you back to consciousness, you’re going to be right back where you were at the beginning of the 2016. Standing in the shadow of a World Champion.”
The Dangerous Dame abruptly pushed off the wall and strode much closer to the camera. “THIS is what you want so bad, Daisy? You think having THIS around your waist will make you the best in the World? You couldn’t be more wrong, baby. Wearing the belt means nothing. Holding the belt means nothing, hell, I’ll let you hold it during all my defenses for the rest of the year just so you understand. Ten pounds of leather and gold does not a champion make, Alexis. A champion gets up when she’s knocked down. A champion respects every woman that stands against her, even if the woman in question is a gutless, preening coward. You know what a champion doesn’t do, Alexis? A champion doesn’t beg off when her knee hurts. A champion doesn’t fall to the floor, curl up in a ball and wait for it all to be over. Then and only then does she earn the right to do this…”
Veronica hoisted the title one handed, a talisman that brought Technicolor back to the world in a brilliant flood.
“And call herself the World Champion. You don’t understand that now, Alexis. But come ‘Mania, you will. And even if you don’t get it then, I’m not too worried. After all, you’ve got the rest of the year to get it through your head. See you at Fawnamania, Daisy.”
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
And when Alexis was named Veronica Treymane’s dance partner in the headliner of the biggest show of the year, FAWNamania, she’d moved from future star to next in line to be queen of FAWN’s New Era.
Listening to Lily Burlingame (in a tight little red cocktail number) prattle on about other Mania matches has Alexis’ anger peaked. There was only one match of consequence.
LILY BURLINGAME:
“Get me out there, midget from outer space,” Suguitan shouts from off-camera, Alexis dressed in faded skinny denim and a black t with ‘$uguitan’ in gold script across the cotton.
Lily’s nose scrunches in anger but she continues on, trying to ignore the backseat directing.
“I mean now, muchkin!” the former Associate shouts.
“I’m sorry for the interruption, ladies and gentlemen,” Lily responds, “we have an unexpected guest on the sidelines who apparently has something to say. And let’s see if she can talk without Portia pulling the strings at her side.”
The copper-skinned beauty marches in from stage right, indignant, ‘chesting’ into the small brunette, forcing Burlingame a step to her side.
“Ready or not the new face of FAWN is here to enlighten you without any assistance from the pea-sized, peabrain “journalist”. All you need to do is hold the microphone close to my lips, sweetheart, like a good little inanimate object.”
Lily looks for a moment like she’s about to clock Alexis in the jaw with her amplifier but apparently thinks better of it.
“You would like to say something, Miss Suguitan?”
Alexis holds an index finger to her lips. “Shhhhh”
Lily bites her lower lip and holds the stick to her interviewee, the Filipino Phenom turning her attention to the lens.
“As most of you are aware, I will be facing a fraud in THE MATCH at Mania. The blonde bimbo who time-machined her way from the Roaring Twenties into a position where she plainly doesn’t belong.”
“She is not the face of the New Era. She is an impostor who stumbled into the perfect circumstances and a weak champion. She beat the figurehead of VB&A. Not the power behind that throne.”
“I proved Portia was nothing but a weak old woman propped up by me.”
Alexis offers an impressive double bicep flex as emphasis.
“And when I chose to, I sent her off to a retirement community where she can sip prune juice through a straw.”
“I destroyed Portia. The current champ barely survived her. And if my plans would have been followed, Veronica Treymane would be a VB&A intern as I speak.”
Alexis shakes her head then sweeps her long ebony locks over a shoulder in frustration.
“So it’s only fitting I not only dethrone Veronica but put her back in the position that best suits her, my employee. To that end, I have confirmed with Bethany Christian and had it added to our contract that the loser of THE MATCH will be the other’s valet for the rest of the calendar year.”
“It’s not enough of a message to take her title. I will take her dignity and force her to learn the work ethic that has made me the best this organization has to offer.”
“So Treymane, if you’ve got the guts, sign the amended contract and let these people see you in the job you are most qualified to fill…MY BYTCH!”
Alexis turns and stalks off leaving Lily’s first question dangling at the tip of her tongue.
“Alright,” Burlingame offers with a shrug. “Short and not so sweet. I can’t say I agree with Miss Suguitan’ attitude and don’t think she has a shred of common sense but she doesn’t lack for confidence and strength and Veronica will certainly have her hands full in the World Title tilt. Let’s go to commercial and when we come back, we’ll try to determine who really is the Best Brit in FAWN before four big name Britons show us at Mania.”
As the camera operator signals Lily is clear, Burlingame grumbles at the exiting Alexis.
“Lucky you’re not a lightweight,” she growls under her breath, “or I’d show you all about another world.”
********
FAWN.com Video Exclusive
The ‘Mania logo filled the screen in a vibrant splash of white, gold and red before fading into the sort of sharp-edged grayscale that was the hallmark of FAWN’s current World Champion. Sure enough, it faded to a medium shot of Veronica Treymane standing alone on the top floor of the arena’s parking lot. Her back turned, the Neo-Noir Knockout looked out over the sea of lights that was downtown Orlando while her right hand rested atop the title, which was itself draped across the railing with its faceplate pointing toward the camera.
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Clad in her usual trench coat and fedora, ‘Ronnie looked like a femme fatale plotting her next move or a general surveying a captured country.
Perhaps she was both.
After several more seconds of silence, the blonde said, “I really thought that taking the gold from around Baby’s waist would end the threat of the Associates for good. After all, Portia had discarded Cricket and exploited Kylie into exile and proved herself a spineless fraud to my sister. In fact the only woman by her side the night I put her down was Alexis Suguitan, and you all remember what she did there at the end, don’t you? She abandoned VanBuren to me because she didn’t have the guts to endure the pain in a wounded knee. Or maybe Alexis just can’t stand the fact that she‘s always been defined by someone else. Maybe that’s why she tried to cripple her own mentor. Maybe that’s why she jumped me from behind after I’d just won a war with Lyssa Zahn. And maybe, just maybe, that’s why she thinks I’d turn down this challenge of hers.”
Treymane paused, turned around and grabbed her belt.
“Is that it, Alexis? You can’t stand the fact that for everything you’ve accomplished, the fans still see you as nothing more than Portia’s second banana. But rather than do anything to try and separate yourself from your old boss, you’ve gone and painted yourself into a corner. Because I accept your challenge, Alexis. And when I beat you… when that bell brings you back to consciousness, you’re going to be right back where you were at the beginning of the 2016. Standing in the shadow of a World Champion.”
The Dangerous Dame abruptly pushed off the wall and strode much closer to the camera. “THIS is what you want so bad, Daisy? You think having THIS around your waist will make you the best in the World? You couldn’t be more wrong, baby. Wearing the belt means nothing. Holding the belt means nothing, hell, I’ll let you hold it during all my defenses for the rest of the year just so you understand. Ten pounds of leather and gold does not a champion make, Alexis. A champion gets up when she’s knocked down. A champion respects every woman that stands against her, even if the woman in question is a gutless, preening coward. You know what a champion doesn’t do, Alexis? A champion doesn’t beg off when her knee hurts. A champion doesn’t fall to the floor, curl up in a ball and wait for it all to be over. Then and only then does she earn the right to do this…”
Veronica hoisted the title one handed, a talisman that brought Technicolor back to the world in a brilliant flood.
“And call herself the World Champion. You don’t understand that now, Alexis. But come ‘Mania, you will. And even if you don’t get it then, I’m not too worried. After all, you’ve got the rest of the year to get it through your head. See you at Fawnamania, Daisy.”