Post by bigfan on Oct 31, 2016 22:51:22 GMT
The lights go out all over the arena. But far from the murky gloom of the Church of Eternal Midnight or the expectant darkness of that preceded Lily Burlingame’s comet, this had an obvious focal point in the FAWNtron, which showed a quickly shifting montage of metropolitan skylines from around the world. New York, London, Paris, Sydney, Los Angeles, Rio and ultimately Orlando, with the FAWN arena on prominent display. The speakers kicked in as the locals started to cheer, the volume of the former more than loud enough to make sure everyone heard the opening to Fall Out Boy’s ‘Centuries’.
CENTURIES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZEnQogAd8U
Some legends are told,
Some turn to dust or to gold,
But you will remember me,
Remember me for centuries.
Light returned in time with the first verse, revealing that each side of the ramp was lined with half a dozen burly secret services types in black suits. Backs to the surprised fans, they kept their eyes trained on the entryway, where the traditional curtain had been replaced with a set of frosted glass double doors emblazoned with a single name:
$UGUITAN
And just one mistake,
Is all it will take.
Go down in history,
Remember me for centuries.
Someone on the other side damn near kicks the doors off their hinges and out strides Portia’s old protégé looking every bit the powerful woman who’d sent Portia into retirement and was ready to claim FAWN’s top prize. Calm, cool and collected despite the roar of the crowd and the pounding of her own heart, the Filipino Phenom tips her head down, allowing the sunglasses she wears to slide down her nose. Dark eyes lock on those throughout the crowd. Alexis shakes her head disdainfully and strides purposefully toward the ring.
The announcer takes the opportunity to introduce the challenger.
“Our next match is one fall with a 60-minute time limit and is for the FAWN World Championship. First, hailing from Manila in the Philippines, she stands five feet and eight inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
Along with the new anthem come some dramatic sartorial changes as well. Gone is the red velvet, in its place is a gleaming white two piece that almost seems to glow against the mellow copper of her complexion. The pro-style trappings continue with matching knee-pads and shin-high boots, the former adorned with the same stylized $ seen on the double doors. Last but not least was the voluminous sleeveless mink coat, an accessory that would’ve looked just as appropriate at a red carpet premiere or adorning the shoulders of some warrior queen as she strode onto the battlefield.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
Paying no attention to the fans or her new security detail, Suguitan ascended the ring steps. She slips through the ropes to claim the center of the ring and calls the official over to remove her fur.
Without speaking, Alexis turns her back to the man, the Penthouse Panther stretching her arms wide. “Proceed.”
The ref does as he’s told, carefully slipping the mink off one shoulder and then the other. Its absence reveals a final detail about Suguitan’s new attire, a glittery golden $ stretched taut across her sculpted backside.
Alexis retreats to her side of the ring. She tosses her glasses to a ringside flunky and throws her arms over the top rope, waiting for the arrival of the champion, soon to be ex-champion and, just as delightful, valet.
Senior referee Nick Castle was checking (or at least attempting to check) the challenger’s boots and pads when the Announcer produced the golden half of this violent equation. “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!”
MACHINE GUN BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uf3FOEL3KjE
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Black and white rolled into the FAWN Arena as the Treymane Gang greeted their leader and champion with a roar that shivered the rafters. Alongside the grayscale came the grinding opening riff of ‘Machine Gun Blues’. A heartbeat later and the champ was through the curtain, Veronica greeting her legion of muscle and molls with a hard, competitive smile. Draped in a black version of her usual trench-coat and fedora, Veronica Treymane posted up at the top of the ramp and bellowed, “YOU READY FOR A FIREFIGHT, YOU’SE MUGS?”
The sold-out crowd replied that yes, yes they were.
“THEN MAKE SOME NOISE AND REACH FOR THE SKY!” She drew the coat aside to reveal not just the ten pounds of leather and gold strapped around her waist, but the replica Thompson’s resting against one strong, lightly-tanned thigh. In the next instant she hoisted the barking iron overhead and unleashed a fire of blazing pyro into the rafters. Setting it on her shoulder once the clip hit empty, Treymane tipped her hat to the crowd and started down the aisle.
For her first ever Mania’ Main Event and a defining battle against her fiercest rival, the Pinstripe Powerhouse wore a special version of her usual ‘championship’ togs. Instead of dark blue with white pinstripes, her boy-cut trunks were black with gold pinstripes, a theme that 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 gray 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.
Eyes locked on the seething presence of the Penthouse Panther, Veronica made a beeline down the aisle, stomped up the steps and doffed her fedora before stepping between the top and middle ropes. Iron and coat came off next, both handed to Nick, who quickly handed them off to FAWN tech on the outside of the ring. Pulling the belt loose with a quick jerk, Veronica strode to the center of the squared circle, raised her prize and turned to-- find Alexis standing less than six inches away. Not flinching despite the surprise, Treymane rolled her shoulders and asked, “This really how you want to get started, Alexis?”
“I can wait a little longer, princess.” the brunette answered. “Just wanted to make sure didn’t have a chance to run.”
“I’ve got an idea.” Veronica handed the belt to Castle without looking for him. “Just stand right there and meet my eyes for as long as you can. If you’re still here when the bell rings, maybe you’re not as gutless as I thought.”
Suguitan got even closer, her forehead grinding against Treymane‘s. “I’m going to ruin you tonight, bytch. That’s a promise.”
Barely a foot removed from the champion during Castle’s final instructions, Alexis stepped even closer when the CLANG of the bell echoed through the arena. “That belt never looked right around your waist.” Suguitan said softly. “You’ll look much more natural carrying my bags.”
Treymane pursed her lips but didn’t say anything immediately. “You’re gonna regret making this match, Alexis. I won’t demean you like Portia did, but everyone’s going to know you’re working for me. Better get used to pinstripes.” Alexis didn’t say anything to that, so the Dangerous Dame took a step back and raised her right hand for a Test of Strength.
Suguitan glanced up at Veronica’s palm, her own fingers twitching ever so slightly. “Anything you can do, I can do better.” The Filipino Phenom shifted to meet the Test, then changed course to CRAAACK Treymane across the mouth with a hateful Bytch Slap. “Like I said, anything you can do, Daisy.” Alexis smirked. “Which is why I’m not going to waste any time wrestling your overrated ass. You wanna survive? You’ll have to fiEEERRRRGGGGHH!”
Veronica plunged her hands into the brunette’s hair, stepped backward and twisted her hips to fling the challenger off her feet. Unprepared for the overt hostility she had in fact demanded, Suguitan spun through the air, landed hard on her hip and shoulder and rolled into a tense crouch. “Set into a tense crouch by the time Suguitan reached her feet, Treymane didn’t smile as she asked, “That what you had in mind?”
Alexis licked her teeth. “Almost. Here, let me show you.”
She came on fast, helped herself to a double handful of blonde locks and twisted in a harsh circle even as she tried to bare the champ’s scalp. Veronica hissed but didn’t lose her footing because she’d taken hold of Suguitan’s hair as well. Their necks strained at unpleasant angles by the torque of the mutual hair pull, Suguitan and Treymane stamped, stumbled and stalked in angry little circles as they sought to impose dominance over her opponent. More than a little irritated to see a pair of world class talents resorting to such blatantly catty tactics less than a minute into the match, Castle strode over and swatted both ladies on the shoulder. “All right, knock that shyt off! You two know better than that, so break it up and keep it clean!”
“Back off, Nick.” Veronica growled in the midst of trying to snatch her rival bald. “I’m more than willing to give up my hair for AARRGGH!”
Alexis slid one hand from the blonde’s hair and raaaaaaaaked her across the eyes. “You’re gonna give up a lot more than hair, honey!” Suguitan chided as she began marching the half-blinded Dame into a corner on the far side of the ring. “There’s also your teeth, your trunks, your tears and, oh yeah!” Almost to the corner, Alexis THUMPED her opponent into the thinly-padded steel. Crowding in tummy on tummy, she put a forearm against Veronica’s face and grrrrrrrrrrround it back n’ forth. “Your dignity! Can‘t forget that!” Suguitan barked in the face of the struggling champion. As if Treymane wasn’t already having a rough go of it, the Penthouse Panther worked her other hand into a talon and affixed it Veronica’s left breast!
Veronica wailed, stamped her feet and kept on pulling at the brunette’s hair, but Suguitan endured it to dig her nails into the vulnerable orb.
“What’s wrong, ‘Ronnie, does it hurt? Is it too much to bear?” Alexis squeezed that much harder, the cruel catfighter making special effort to work her nails beneath the cup of Veronica’s top. “You know how to make it stop. Just tell Castle you’re ready to carry my baGSSERRROOOOOOW!”
Veronica halved her hold on the challenger’s hair, slid that hand south and grabbed Alexis’s waistband. Then she pushed forward, twisted around and smashed the tawny battler into the buckles while simultaneously THWHUMPING a snug Kneelift between her thighs! Reveling in Suguitan’s shout of pain, Veronica abandoned Alexis’s hair entirely and braced a forearm against her throat. “You’ve taken too much from me already, Daisy.” Treymane leaned in close, putting more and more of her weight against brunette’s neck. “The only thing you’re taking tonight is a beating.” To emphasize, she let go of Suguitan’s togs and drilled a short, mean punch into her opponent’s white togs. Alexis cursed and redoubled her own efforts, resulting in a snarl of pain from the vindictive World Champion.
“All right, that’s ENOUGH!” Castle laid a hand on each woman’s shoulder and tried prizing them apart. “This is a wrestling match and God help me, you’re gonna wrestle!” The words were barely out of his mouth when Treymane let loose and took a giant step, her hands raised to shoulder level.
Doing so forced Alexis to release her own holds and she straightened up in the corner, her eyes locked on the Pinstriped Powerhouse. “Gutless bytch.” Suguitan taunted. “You think I’ll back off when I’ve got you wriggling in a corNNNNNAAAAARRHHH!”
Veronica flicked out her left leg, the point of her boot spiking the challenger’s crotch! Alexis wailed, the crowd popped and Castle got right in Treymane’s face. “What the HELL was that? Do you think I won’t disqualify you?”
“Not tonight you won’t, Nick. You won’t disqualify her, either. Now get out of our way so we can settle this.”
Veronica didn’t wait, she simply sidled by the flummoxed official and climbed into a mount on the second rope. Another handful of hair tilted Suguitan’s head back at a savage angle, which forced her to look into Treymane’s narrowed eyes. “Hope you like wriggling, Daisy.” the blonde purred. “You’re gonna do a lot of it tonight.”
PWAK! Her balled fist came down sharply, Veronica’s knuckles scraping off her brunette’s forehead. The sold-out crowd tolled ‘ONE!’ and then ‘TWO! THREE! FOUR!’ as more punches rained down.
Alexis soaked it up in a rage, the Ferocious Filipino twisting and clawing at her attacker’s glutes even as the ‘Mania crowd finished ‘SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! Veronica let loose of Suguitan’s hair and put her hands on her hips. “Guuuhhhh… get the f*ck offa me, prinMMMPPPHHH!”
Treymane snagged one rope for support, shifted around in a half circle and sat down firmly on Alexis’s upturned features!
Bare Ass Market, Veronica Treymane to Alexis Suguitan.
The champ didn’t bump and grind like Suguitan’s former employer, but she did bounce repeatedly, forcing her nemesis’s pretty face that much tighter against her glutes! Alexis keened like a muffled teakettle and would’ve gouged angry red furrows in Treymane’s legs if the Neo-Noir Knockout hadn’t secured her wrists. “How do those stripes look, Lexis?” Veronica chided. “Pretty good, right?”
Castle closed in again and tapped the champ on the knee. “Off her face, Veronica. Don’t make me ask twice.”
“You don’t have to ask. Just count.” Treymane replied.
The ref did, rattling off a brisk ‘FOUR!’ before Veronica hopped from her panting perch. Slinging an arm around Suguitan’s shoulders like they were old pals, Veronica doubled Alexis over with a rough Headlock and knotted her hands to make sure the challenger didn’t go anywhere. At least not until Treymane charged the open expanse of center ring. Trundling along behind the surging blonde, Alexis joined Veronica in flight a heartbeat after the Dangerous Dame left her feet. THAWHWAM! Treymane planted Suguitan’s forehead into the canvas with a huge Running Bulldog straight from the Shea London playbook. Bounced a good few inches by the impact, Alexis lolled onto her back and ‘ooofffffhed’ in dismay when Veronica dropped over her chest in a Crossbody. Hooking the far leg, Treymane nodded along while the FAWNatics counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The crowd remained in an excited state, the kick-out from the Filipino Phenom so close to being late this early in the match seemingly encouraging the champ to go for broke. The blonde quickly grabbed the deflated Suguitan, Alexis ‘outcatted’ early by the Pinstripe Powerhouse, and tugged the challenger to her feet by her long dark locks.
Veronica swiftly exchanged her grip for a wrist and drew the captured left limb across the throat of the former Associate. Veronica doubled over the tawny-skinned grappler and leapt into a tuck across the back of the bent beauty. Using gravity to her advantage, Treymane dropped to her back and forced Alexis over with her, DRIVING Suguitan across her knees with her signature ‘Kiss Me Deadly’.
KISS ME DEADLY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9GoRlk7bGW8
The battered Alexis spread in a motionless starfish and Veronica climbed aboard in a Crossbody, hooking the far leg of the challenger.
“I like my eggs poached,” Veronica informed the bleary-eyed Suguitan as Castle dropped next to Alexis and slapped the mat for...
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOO!
With the official’s hand no more than an inch off the mat, Alexis weakly shoved a shoulder up and stayed alive, though it hardly seemed her Mania moment was going to be an extended one with the champ meaning to send a message to the entire roster courtesy of putting a quick end to her previously persistent antagonist.
The Neo-Noir Knockout smelled blood in the water. She rose, grabbing Suguitan by the head, and pulled the dazed grappler up with her. Positioning herself so Alexis raised her head directly between the blonde’s legs, Veronica captured both of the Filipino’s arms in underhooks. From there, Treymane rolls/drops to her back, lifting Alexis into a modified version of the Butterfly Lock, Veronica adding a leg stretch to the torturous hold.
LEG SPREAD BUTTERFLY LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtlnYqY7ZdI
Widening legs and wrenching arms, Treymane had a moaning Alexis trapped and tormented, Suguitan wailing in agony. But still, when Castle asked if Alexis wants to give up her shot at FAWN’s biggest prize, the answer is a shouted ‘no’.
Keeping Alexis in place was taking its toll on the champ and her shoulders fell to the mat under the pressure to keep her foe elevated. The attentive Castle slapped the canvas for ONE…TWO…when Veronica raised her shoulders and increased the pressure. Suguitan yelped in pain but didn’t have to survive nearly as long before Veronica’s shoulders hit the canvas and, after ‘ONE’, the blonde gave up her submission, shoving Alexis to the side in crawling out from beneath.
The crowd roared its approval as Veronica scurried to her feet and she rewarded them with a mock shooting of her Tommy Gun into the air above her. Below, Alexis rolled to her chest and pushed to all fours. She crawled toward the ropes for a timeout. However, from behind, Veronica sank her nails into Alexis’ scalp and tugged the raven-haired grappler to her knees.
Suguitan pivoted and sent her right arm arcing in an Uppercut to split Treymane’s wickets, but Veronica managed to catch the arm at the wrist before it could find its target. The Pinstripe Powerhouse stepped over the limb and tumbled to the deck, stretching the captured arm, apparently hoping to dislocate it at her foe’s shoulder.
CROSS ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Bbpc3EoC8o
Suguitan flailed in a panic, trying to lock her hands together to prevent the submission from being applied, but as she had nearly from the start, Veronica got her way, securing the arm. As the blonde tugged, Alexis squealed in anguish and, only by the grace of her opposite leg being within a reasonable distance of the ropes, did she manage to persist in the title tilt.
Laying the lower limb across the bottom cable, the former Associate shouted for a break and Castle obliged with his call a split-second later. Veronica was not so forthcoming, waiting an additional four seconds before releasing.
When she did, Alexis slipped her leg under the rope and rolled out of the ring. She landed on her feet momentarily, but the thoroughness of the recent beat-down had her body collapsing to the thinly-padded cement, the faltering Filipino cradling her injured wing.
Alexis butt-scooted to the barricade, leaning against it as she worked the rotator of her aching shoulder. She raised her ‘good’ left arm in a pointing demand that Veronica be kept in the squared circle and Castle tried to coerce the champ to comply, but Treymane wouldn’t have it. Sensing the opportunity not only to win, but win with style points, Veronica slid through and dropped to the floor.
Despite Alexis’ plaintive, raised hand, Treymane laid a boot to the injured limb, drawing a shriek from Suguitan.
“You’re lucky,” the blonde assured, “I give my employees very good medical.”
Treymane raised her deductible by stomping Alexis’ right shoulder again, sending Suguitan into a thrashing fit, the raven-haired grappler biting her lower lip.
Hearing the count from over her shoulder, the champ traced her steps back to the ring, rolled in, then rolls out, managing to collect the challenger as the one-armed bandit used the metal barricade to make it to vertical.
As Veronica grabbed Alexis’ ‘good’ arm to lead her back to the squared circle, Suguitan tried to raise her injured limb and rake the eyes of the titleholder. But just getting the arm up to Veronica’s chest was a painful ordeal and the former Associate settled for a backhand slap to Veronica’s bosom. Treymane grimaced through the meaty ‘THWACK’ and heaved Suguitan into a barrel roll under the bottom rope.
The blonde followed her would-be valet in and hopped to her feet while Alexis crawled vainly to the opposite side. Whether Suguitan meant to make another trip to the outside was unclear as Veronica mounted her foe in a seated forward straddle across the back of the challenger center stage, Scissoring the copper-skinned beauty and using her foe’s dark mane as reins.
“As much as Portia took advantage of you,” Veronica said, dipping her lips close to an ear, “you do seem lost without her. The moment was never too big for her. I’m afraid it is for you.”
Treymane released her Scissors and rises off her mount, then dropped her backside into the lower spine of the Filipino Phenom, sending Alexis flat to her chest. Suguitan reflexively twisted her ‘good’ arm to rub at the vertebrae the champ butt-bumped.
Mercifully free of Veronica’s clutches, Alexis rolled over onto her back and scooted to the edge of the ring as quickly as she could. She’d just laid a hand on the bottom rope when the blonde closed in and laid claim to her ankles. “Get your f*cking hands off me.” the catfight snarled. “I’m in the ropesNNNNGHHH!”
Under normal circumstances any tug of war between these young women was a closely matched affair, but with Suguitan down to one good arm it only took a strong tug drag her out to the middle of the ring. “GODDAMNED BYTCH!” Alexis kicked her feet frantically and squirmed onto her side, the panic in her eyes evident as she was forced to acknowledge Treymane’s utter domination thus far. “YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR EMBARRASSING OOOFFFFHH!”
Veronica THWHUMPED the base of Suguitan’s neck with a spiteful Double Axehandle that dropped the Filipino Phenom to all fours. “You’re the one with a receipt coming, Alexis. You wanted this badly enough to interrupt me after I’d just fought a war with Lyssa Zahn, so don’t bytch to me now that you’re getting everything you asked for!”
Alexis couldn’t muster the words for a response so Treymane hooked a handful of gleaming white waistband and tugged the challenger back to boot leather. Switching over to a Wristlock with nary a complaint from Suguitan, Veronica stepped away, dropped a shoulder and slung her rival into the strands. Alexis hit, bounced out and ‘eeeped’ in surprise when the Neo-Noir Knockout muscled her into a Fireman’s Carry. Securing Suguitan at neck and thigh, Veronica turned in a slow circle, all the better to speak to the capacity crowd. “Want to know a secret, you’se mugs? I’ve always loved a Hard Goodbye.”
The FAWNatics must’ve felt the same way because they cheered uproariously when the blonde bent her knees and hupped / tossed her burden into the stall for a Powerbo--NOOOO! Alexis twisted in mid-flight to land on her foe’s shoulders Electric Chair-style. Boots crossed in the blink of an eye, Alexis squeeeeeeeeeeeezed the champ’s head with her thighs and cupped Treymane’s chin in her good hand. Wrenching ‘Ronnie’s noggin back as sharply as she could, the Ferocious Filipino crooked her other hand into a claw, hooked it around Veronica’s upper jaw and YANKED!
As startled as the rest of the crowd to find herself mired in this hellish combination of vise and can opener, Veronica gurgled a loud, ugly wail and gripped her attacker’s wrists in hopes of pulling them from her features. In truth she would’ve been better served simply falling backward to drive Suguitan into the canvas, but the suddenness of her challenger’s reprisal had temporarily robbed Treymane of her good sense and it didn’t even start to return until Castle hurried over and swatted the brunette on one thigh. “Get your hand out of her mouth right now, Alexis! The Scissors are fine, but I won’t have you two maiming each other!”
Were it a lesser stage Suguitan may very well have ignored the official’s demand and simply kept mauling until the bell started and the screaming stopped. But it wasn’t a lesser stage, it was Fawnamania and this was THEE Main Event. So the CEO of $uguitan INC stayed her hateful hands, loosened her crushing legs and slid down her prey’s back without so much as a hint of sass. Which was not to say Veronica made a clean getaway because nothing could be further from the truth. Indeed Alexis’s boots had barely touched the ground when she snatched hold of the Pinstriped Powerhouse’s hair and wrenched it backward until she could wedge Treymane’s chin into her left armpit. Her right hand went for the champ’s waistband, not at the hip but just south of her navel, meaning Veronica endured a hellacious Inverted Wedgie when Alexis muscled / yanked her off the mat in a colossal show of force. Blinded to the trouble by the searing anguish of traitorous togs sawing into her undercarriage, Veronica swung up to a near perfect forty-five degree angle before Suguitan twisted in a half circle and dropped to her butt to THAWHAM the blonde’s spine into the thinly-padded plywood courtesy of the Penthouse Paroxysm.
PENTHOUSE PAROXYSM @ 7:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoHjqxzMK3g
“I like my eggs fried.” Alexis sneered as she settled into a snug Crossbody. “And my blondes scrambled. Don’t worry, you’ll learn!” Skidding in on one knee just after the brunette hooked Treymane’s far leg, Nick checked the champ’s shoulders and counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
The Dangerous Dame kicked out simultaneous with ’TWO!’ in a show of power and resilience that Alexis didn’t much care for. Rather than waste precious energy arguing with the zebra, she snatched hold of Treymane’s shoulders and forced her flat right as she slid forward and treated the champ to a faceful of copper and ivory!
“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna give that hag any credit by using her finisher to make you beg.” Alexis growled to Veronica, who’d started kicking, squealing, bucking and twisting the instant she was engulfed in buttocks. “This move is all me!” Placing her bad hand on Treymane’s tummy for a little extra stability, Alexis grabbed hold of Veronica’s already distended waistband and YAAAAAAAAAAANKED up on a second Inverted Wedgie!
Keening precious oxygen into her foe’s glutes, the flailing fighter forced herself to endure the humiliation of the smother in hopes of tearing Alexis’s talon from her trunks. “Oh, I don’t think so, Daisy.” Suguitan relished throwing the insult in her rival’s face (figuratively, at least). “This doesn’t stop until that belt is around my waist!” To emphasize she moved her bracin’ hand to the deep crease between Treymane’s right thigh and torso and sank her claws in deep. The earned a fresh round of wailing from the blonde, who beat her heels against the mat while desperately groping at the challenger’s encroaching wrist. “Go on and tap out, bytch!” Alexis demanded after fifteen more seconds treated her to a pleasant ride, but little else. “Submit before I split you right up the f*cking midDOOOWWWWW SLUT!”
The domineering catfighter’s bumping and grinding got a little too energetic, leading to a slight shift that gave Veronica enough room to twist her head and CHOMP down on those grinding glutes! Forced to verticality by necessity rather than desire, the Penthouse Panther jammed a heel into her opponent’s ravaged crotch before she stalked away to massage the crescent-shaped welt on her backside.
Down on the mat, Treymane rolled to one side, curled into a slight ball and sucked in deep, rasping breaths as she carefully pulled her pinstriped briefs back to a far more comfortable alignment. A sigh of exquisite, shuddering relief was still passing her lips when Suguitan returned and plunged both hands into her hair. “Dumb move, ’Ronnie, DUMB move.” Alexis hissed once the champ was back on her feet. “Now you’re not gonna be strong enough to crawl up the ramp after me.” Swinging around behind Treymane, the white-clad grappler slipped her arms under the Neo-Noir Knockout’s biceps and laced both hands across the base of opposing neck. Then she treated her to a rough push, forcing the champion’s chin into the top of her own cleavage. “Cry, Treymane. Blubber and bawl for those cameras. I know you want to!”
“Not a chance, ‘Lex.” Veronica huffed. “Bawling’s what you’re gonna do when you realize you’ll never be as good as PortNNNGGHHH!” Suguitan pressed her victim’s head down and thum-thum-thum-THUMPED a series of Kneelifts into blonde buttocks. “I’m already better than her, slut.” Alexis taunted. “I’m better than you. I’m better than everyone!” With that she tore Treymane loose of her moorings, released half the Nelson and PLANTED her full length with a ring-rattling Full Nelson Slam!
FULL NELSON SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgqLyCD-5UU
Sensing the championship a mere three slaps away, Alexis dove atop the splayed blonde and hooked the far leg for...
ONE…
TWO…
and Treymane shoved a shoulder up, Alexis furious she hadn’t at least gotten closer to the title-winning three-count than her last attempt.
Suguitan delivered a left forearm to Veronica’s jaw as the champ tried to sit up, the Pinstripe Powerhouse leveled to her side. With the dark eyes of the titleholder on tilt, Alexis had time to rise and take stock. The Filipino Phenom shook out her right arm and yipped in pain. No way was the limb going to be the same without a week’s worth of treatment. But if Portia had taught her anything useful, and it galled Alexis to know she had, it was that recovery was a lot more bearable when you had the World Championship as a balm.
With Veronica enduring her first adversity, the champ rattled her noggin free of some cobwebs and climbed to unsteady feet. A poised Suguitan dipped for a single-leg pick-up in front of the champ and, as soon as the copper-skinned grappler had her grip, she rolled forward onto the deck, taking ’Ronnie with her. The duo tumbled through a somersault, forward for the raven-haired beauty, backward for the blonde. Alexis came out the other side in possession of Treymane’s left ankle and set to work viciously bending the knee of the World Champion with her Calf Slicer.
CALF SLICER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMogBKtnEpI
Treymane yelped in anguish as Portia’s former protégé got as brutal with the blonde as she had in sending VanBuren into the sunset of her career. Suguitan seemed determined to dislocate Ronnie’s leg at the joint and only a desperate reach for the ropes that saw Treymane wrap a palm around the bottom rope stopped it from happening.
Veronica screamed for Suguitan to let go, but only when Castle added his voice and count did the release come. Nick got between the exotic beauty and her target while a struggling Veronica used the cables to make it to vertical. She limped down the length of the ring and leaned her back into the corner, taking her weight off the throbbing limb.
While there’s support in the corner, there’s also danger. Alexis made that clear when she charged and delivers a wicked Slut Stomp. The Yakuza Kick CRACKED into Treymane’s chin, snapping the blonde’ head back in a whiplash motion. In an instant, the gobsmacked champion dropped like a rock, landing on her ass, seated in front of the buckles. Delighted, Suguitan grabbed the top ropes on either side of the corner while stuffing the sole of her left foot across the mouth and nose of the battered blonde. The clever smother caught many unawares, at least until Veronica flailed in a panic, oxygen being denied her until Castle grabbed Alexis by the right arm and wheeled her away.
The former Associate squealed in pain, her injured wing throbbing from Castle’s relatively light tug. The dark eyes of the challenger focused violently upon the zebra, who knew to back up with hands raised, apologizing.
“Do that again,” Alexis growled. She lett the verbal portion of the threat fade away, though the point was made from the look on the man’s face.
Turning to a risen Veronica, Alexis closed the gap between herself and the back of the champion. Raising a double axehandle, Suguitan brought it down toward the rear of the blonde’s skull. But before the joined fists reach the target, a seemingly psychic Ronnie delivered a blind mule kick to Alexis’ nether region, the boot nailing Suguitan’s crotch and freezing her in place, the copper-skinned grappler doubled, dark eyes wide, mouth agape.
Veronica spun with a slight smile already in place, knowing from the feel of the contact, she hit pay-dirt. The 180 turned into 540 degrees, the blonde adding a revolution to CLOCK the lowered chin of the Filipino Phenom with a Discus Kneelift. The impact elevated Alexis off her feet and splattered her into a spread-eagle.
The dazed Suguitan massaged her jaw with glassy eyes. But the dark peepers gained immediate focus when Treymane snatched the challenger by her right wrist. Veronica ripped Alexis to her feet by the injured limb, wringing it out with a buggywhip, the anguish from the weakened wing dropping a howling Alexis to one knee, Suguitan raising her other hand plaintively for Treymane to stop.
“What is it about you Associate bytches,” the Pinstripe Powerhouse barked. “”Writing checks with your mouths your skills can’t possibly cash.”
Veronica used her handle on the limb to tug a yelping Alexis up once more, this time with enough force to send the Penthouse Panther not to boot leather but into her open arms, Treymane snapping her upper limbs tight around the small of Suguitan’s back. Quickly cinching the Bear Hug tight, the champion worked Alexis over, crushing her midriff with pulsing biceps and, when a gasp emerged from Suguitan, shaking her foe violently from side to side, the Filipino getting the rare ragdoll treatment from her opponent.
Treymane seemingly ignoring Alexis’s size and strength, instead rattled her like a lightweight in her embrace. The growingly desperate, bug-eyed and breathless Lexi extended her arms on either side of the blonde’s noggin and slapped her hands together on the backside, ringing the champ’s ears and, in so doing, opening her arms.
Alexis dropped to unsteady feet and rubbery legs in front of the champ, but years of catfight experience in Manila kicked into her rattled consciousness and she latched onto Veronica’s spandex-sheathed bosom with both hands. Squeezing and twisting, Suguitan goes ‘old school’ on the title-holder then taught a brand new lesson by pivoting with her hands still clenched around the teats and sent Veronica crashing to the deck with an extremely modified Hip Toss.
Treymane landed heavy on her tailbone. It’s a difficult choice for the wincing blonde whether to send her hands to her aching backside or to alleviate the burning in her breasts.
Alexis followed with a Soccer Kick to the spine to remind Veronica her decision was on the clock and, apparently as far as Suguitan’s concerned, so was the title reign of the Pinstripe Powerhouse.
Treymane was still grappling with that decision when the Penthouse Panther grabbed her around the ears and twisted her onto all fours. “Get in there, bytch.” the brunette demanded as she reeled the champ into a Standing Headscissors. “It’s time you started realizing who’s in charge around here.” Quite eager to inform Veronica of this fact, Alexis leaned forward, cinched her arms around opposing waist and muscled her up so that the small of Treymane’s back rested unpleasantly on the ball of Suguitan’s right shoulder. A Canadian Backbreaker would’ve been unpleasant enough after suffering through the Penalty Kick, unfortunately for the blonde her situation grew all the more dim when Suguitan laid claim to her biceps and hoisted her that much higher courtesy of a Crucifix.
“YOU SEE THIS, PORTIA!?” the Ferocious Filipino raged to the absentee legend in the midst of showing her prize to all four sides of the squared circle. “THE BYTCH WHO ALMOST BROKE YOU IN HALF IS POWERLESS AGAINST ME!”
The Treymane Gang didn’t much care for that opinion and voiced their displeasure in a shower of boos, which Alexis soaked up like a warm spring rain. With Veronica suspended in a helpless ‘T’ directly overhead, the exotic battler slung her burden forward, then pivoted into position and dropped to one knee so Treymane THWHUMPED down spine-first atop the challenger’s posted thigh! Veronica shrieked and curled into an agonized ‘C’ shape that would’ve held its integrity a lot longer if Alexis hadn’t laid out across her chest with every ounce of her weight. Far leg hooked, Suguitan flashed a ferocious smile as Castle and the FAWNatics tolled…
CRUCIFIX BACKBREAKERl
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cri9F--tmWM
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Dangerous Dame extended her title reign by another three seconds and now it was Suguitan’s turn to scream, albeit in frustration instead of pain. Regaining the tiniest semblance of control only after she’d filled her hands with the blonde’s hair, Alexis scrambled to boot leather and forced Treymane to do the same. Treymane had barely registered this new arrangement when the brunette thumped a Kneelift into her crotch and applied an equally vengeful Standing Headscissors. Another Waistlock signaled a Powerbomb or, strike that, a Piledriver, as the Penthouse Panther flipped the champion upside down.
But rather than dropping to her backside, Suguitan halved the Waistlock and raised her free hand. “Should’ve eaten that pin, Daisy.” Alexis murmured as she fashioned her hand into a claw. “Now you’re gonna beg for mercy.”
“Nnnnnngghhh….. in your dreams, DaisIIIIIIYYY AAAAAAAHHHHHHH YOU BYTCH!”
Suguitan shumped her claw between the champion’s thighs and squeezed ‘til her fingers showed white at the knuckle. Pretty face pursed into a fierce, hardworking scowl, Alexis groped, squeezed, raked and clawed her prey’s undercarriage for a full ten seconds before she flicked a glance at Nick. “Ask her! See if that bytch gives up!”
Castle didn’t approve of his charge’s language, but there was no denying Treymane’s anguish so he closed in and crouched down on one knee. “How are you doing, Veronica? Need me to call for the bell?”
“Nuuhhh…no…. NO!” the Pinstripe Powerhouse wailed as Suguitan’s deadly digits continued their murderous manipulations. “Daisy’s gonna need to work a lot more than my trunks to AAAAAWWW GAAAAAAAAHHHHD STAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHP!”
Alexis ceased her attack just long enough to work her fingers into the left leg-hole of Treymane’s trunks. “IS THAT A SUBMISSION, BYTCH?” Suguitan bellowed over Veronica’s sobbing. “IF IT’S A SUBMISSION I WANNA HEAR YOU SAY EEERRRRGGHHHH!”
Desperate to save herself from this savage mauling, the Neo-Noir Knockout wormed her hands into the back of Suguitan’s kneepads and jammed her fingers into the soft flesh. Legs going numb from the attack on her pressure points, Alexis relinquished the Waistlock and Claw combo so Treymane landed hard on all fours. Squeezing the Scissors tight to keep the blonde’s head in place, Suguitan braced her hands against Treymane’s lower back and huffed, “Stupid skank. I’m gonna claw right through your WHOOOAAAH!” Veronica cupped the challenger’s calves in each hand and clambered to her feet with the startled Alexis draped down her back like a flailing, irritated cape. Too wore out by the trunk torture to show her foe off to the crowd, Veronica dipped her knees and slung Suguitan forward and down while simultaneously dropping to her butt to THAWHAM the catfighter onto the thinly-sheathed plywood with a Sit-Out Alabama Slam. Locking her hands beneath the brunette’s legs, Treymane hooked her heels over opposing biceps and nodded along for the…
SIT-OUT ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ie6-guqV1tg
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Alexis shot a hand into the air, then waggled her index finger ‘no, no, no!’ “Not good enough, bytch!” she grumbled. “Nothing you do is good enough to AAAARRRRRHHHHHH F*CKING BYTCH!”
Treymane had never made a habit of working her opponent’s trunks, but she was more than willing to fight fire with fire, especially when she’d been torched first. So she prized Alexis’s legs apart, clamped down on her ankles and wedged her left heel deep into the fork of Suguitan’s groin! “Don’t ask her, Nick!” Veronica taunted as she grrrrrrrrrrrrround her boot back n’ forth. “I don’t want Daisy to tap out yet, I just want her to SUFFER!” The Pinstripe Powerhouse punctuated this demand by driving her heel into the Filipino’s crotch again and again and again!
Biting her bottom lip to stifle the tears and the screams, Suguitan planted her elbows against the mat and slowly pushed herself to a seat. “Guuuuhhhh…. get your filthy hoof out of my trunks, Treymane. Or I’ll make you eat your togs in the middle of this ring, swear to God I willOOOFFFFFFFHHHH!”
Veronica raised her other leg, cocked it back and jabbed a short, stiff kick off her attacker’s jaw. Suguitan grunted and dropped down flat on her back. Nick noted her shoulders, dove in and counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOO!
The challenger jerked a shoulder off the mat and twisted her hips violently enough to tumble over onto her stomach. Still angry about the attack on her center, Veronica pulled her pushin’ foot back and THWHUMPED a short, mean kick into her opponent’s white-sheathed rear. Alexis cursed and dragged herself away on elbows and knees, the Penthouse Panther looking like a domesticated shadow of her former self as she created some separation.
Content to let the brunette tend to her wounds, Treymane slid in the opposite direction and didn’t stop until she felt the ropes pressed against her back. After a few deep breaths, she reached up, grabbed the top strand and gingerly reclaimed her feet. Over on the other side of the ring, Alexis pressed a hand to her burning crotch and massaged the worst of the pain away. A roar from the crowd told her the black & white bytch was on her feet again, so she scrambled up as quickly as she could and backed into the rubber-coated steel. On the other side of the ring, Treymane flashed a taunting smile. “What’s the matter, Daisy? Is the heartless catfighter more sensitive than she lets on?”
Alexis sucked in a deep breath and let it out hard, her nostrils flaring. “You work a claw like you work that ugly ass fedora.” Suguitan hissed. “Like shyt!”
Veronica ‘snapped’ her togs against her waist and stepped into the center of the squared circle. “Tough talk, slut-bag.” Treymane replied. “How about you get your tawdry ass off those ropes and meet me out here? Or do I have to come over there to dig some more quit out of your trunks?”
Alexis bared her teeth, the challenger’s pretty features twisted into a hateful sneer. The idea that this blonde tramp could eke a win out of her briefs was almost too much to bear. “Bytch, they’re gonna dig you out of my teeth.” With that she started forward, her hands raised in white-knuckled fists. Treymane stormed out to meet her, the champ almost mirroring her opponent’s stance. No time for talking now, the wrestler and the catfighter simply started throwing punches as soon as they could reach the hated other. The initial exchange was one for one, tit for tat, Alexis and Veronica soaking up several heavy shots for the opportunity to test her opponent’s chin.
Never shy about sharing their opinion on a skirmish, the FAWNatics let loose with a derisive ‘BOO!’ when Suguitan rocked the champ back on her heels and a delighted ‘YAY!’ when Treymane turned the Penthouse Panther’s head to the side in a fine spray of sweat. Cursing as the blonde’s latest uppercut set her stepping fencepost holes, Alexis steadied herself and lunged in for another Haymaker only to stop short for a quick, heartless kick aimed for Veronica’s cro-- the Neo-Noir Knockout pivoted slightly and raised her right leg to absorb the kick with her shin.
“You slippery byNNNGGHHH!” Suguitan’s vitriol ended in a quick Forearm Smash to the mouth, courtesy of the infuriated World Champion. Hardly interested in an even exchange of force after the brunette tried to go low, Veronica followed the Forearm Smash with a stinging slap to the ear and brisk low kick to Suguitan’s left shin. Alexis cringed, instinctively raised her leg to protect it from more punishment and that’s when Veronica whipped around and PWAAAKED a Backfist off the side of her head. Really feeling it now, Treymane whipped around in another circle and came out the other end showing a Lariat aimed straight at Alexis’s throNOOOO! The Penthouse Panther darted forward and raaaaaaaaaaaaked her rival from forehead to chin!
Veronica wailed and stumbled back rubbing at her face, alas she’d only made it about three steps when Suguitan grabbed a massive double handful of hair and yanked her down into a Standing Headscissors. The bronze-skinned battler ignored the chance for a demoralizing wedgie (much as it pained her to do so) to ensure the champ had no time to react to the Waistlock cinched around her midsection. Stretched out heavy and mean across her prey’s back, Suguitan let out a triumphant roar as she spun Treymane onto her shoulders for a Powerbomb. Gratification was not instant, as Alexis turned to the nearest corner and set off at a shambling run. Up top, Veronica realized what was about to happen and so she tried to stop it with several frantic punches to the brunette’s pate, but the liberated Associate wouldn’t be denied and she hurled her prey into a spine-jarring collision with the turnbuckles. Veronica hit with a teeth-shivering BWUUUNG but damned if she didn’t keep her footing. In fact she got her hands up for a clench just in case the Filipino Phenom wanted to “UUUUNNNNGGGHH!”
Alexis lowered a shoulder, slammed it into the blonde’s navel and drove her back into the buckles. “You’re not going anywhere, baby.” the brunette was smirking again as she raked hair off her forehead. “Not until I show the world just how badly your market’s gonna crash.” Treymane was too woozy for a real answer, so Alexis turned around, grabbed the top rope and boosted herself into a perch on the second stand. Her backside hanging slightly above the blonde’s pallid mug, Suguitan smirked, waggled her hips and hooked her thumbs into her waistband. “All right, Portia.” she murmured. “THIS one’s for youWHOOOAAAAAHHH!”
Beneath and behind her, Veronica reached up with both arms and hooked the catfighter slightly above the elbows. Hands locked in an instant, Treymane powered out of the corner, forcing Alexis to kick and squirm as the elevated Double Chickenwing put unpleasant torque on her shoulders. Too sore and angry to bother with words at the moment, the Pinstripe Powerhouse pushed onto tiptoes, then slung the challenger forward and down while she released the Chickenwing and dropped onto her back with both knees raised snug across her chest. The fall was a short, but it ended unpleasantly, with Alexis THWHUMPING down tits-first atop Veronica’s upturned knees.
TCM BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Z_yK3pSFuo
Left breathless and gaping in the wake of the TCM Buster, Suguitan inched her way forward in search of the ropes, then let out a wheezy squeal when Alexis grabbed her waistband and reeled her back the way she’d came. Adding a blatant hair tug to better swing the brunette around, Veronica cadged from her foe’s playbook yet again with a vengeful rake of the eyes. Alexis yelped, went to cover her face and had her arms wrenched up over her head in a Double Underhook for the trouble. The crowd went nuts, not that Treymane’s face betrayed any hint of emotion other than righteous anger as she swung to the right. To the uninitiated it looked like the start of an odd Swinging Neckbreaker, but the ‘Mania crowd had seen enough to not be surprised when the champ snapped to the left and spun into a short, violent cyclone that ended with Veronica stretched out on her tummy and Alexis THWHONKED into canvas forehead-first.
DAISY CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NvK1MwS-Ng
Everyone in the stands (and quite a few talents in the back) screamed for Veronica to shoot the Half Nelson en route to a pin and indeed, Treymane rolled Suguitan over, but instead of covering, she dragged her to a seat. “So you want to be the new Portia, do you?” the blonde huffed. “All the swagger. All the glitz. All the arrogance. You can have it, Alexis. You just can’t have gold. I’ll give you something else, though. The same thing I gave your old boss. Hope you like it as much as she did.”
An elbow to the crown of the head meant Suguitan didn’t get a chance to answer and Veronica had plenty of time to swing around so that she was back to back with the flagging Phenom. Set firmly on her knees, the Pinstripe Powerhouse leaned back, seized Alexis’s wrists and tugged her arms backward so she could cinch them right around her own shins. Once those were out of the way she leaned back and planted the full weight of her rump on the back of Suguitan’s neck and pinned her arms to the mat, meaning there was nothing the brunette could do when Veronica laid claim to her knees.
TOUCH OF EVIL @ 8:45
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9r6HQFvQpc
“Nuuuuhhh…. no… stop Veronica. Don’t you f*cking AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!”
Veronica jerked Alexis’s legs forward and out, spreading them in a murderous wishbone that put the pits of Suguitan’s knees about level with her ears. Cheers all around, as FAWNatics around the world took in the sight of Alexis’s straining features and the $uguitan emblazoned across the seat of her trunks at the same time. “GIVE IT UP, ALEXIS!” Veronica demanded even as she worked her legs like a rowing machine. “DON’T THINK YOU’RE GONNA GET OUT OF WORKING FOR ME BY COWERING IN THE HOSPITAL!” She emphasized this point by puuuuuuuuuushing the brunette’s legs into a slowly widening ‘V’.
Alexis clenched her jaw and shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ in an effort to deny the ref’s questions, the crowd’s demand of ‘TAP!’, the growing anguish in her thighs and groin, everything that’d gone so wrong in the last minute or so. “YOU CAN’T BEAT ME!” she roared / screamed at Treymane. “I’M THE FACE OF THE NEW ERA! I’M THE F*CKING C.E.O. AND I SHOULD HAVE THE GOLLDDDEERRRAAAAHH OOOOOHHHHHH SSHHHHHHIIIIIITTT STAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHP!”
Veronica forced the Wishbone that wider, the muscles in her arms standing out in shredded relief as she tortured Alexis’s gams. “DO YOU QUIT, ALEXIS?” the champ barked. “I WANNA HEAR IT!”
Suguitan shook her head ‘no’, then nodded ‘yes’ as the pain finally overwhelmed her reserves. “I QUIT! I QUIT YOU HATEFUL BYTCH! I SUBMIT SO JUST LET ME GOOOOOMMMMMPPPPHHHHH!”
The bell was already clanging and Treymane did indeed release her opponent’s legs, but simply standing wasn’t on her mind at the moment. Rising up on her knees, Veronica pulled Alexis down flat and promptly squatted atop her opponent’s face. She never admitted to anyone, but Treymane considered it a career highlight to hear the Announcer proclaim her victory while Alexis Suguitan burbled into her pinstripes.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL the FAWN World Champion… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
Treymane accepted the belt from Castle, but she didn’t get off her throne. Instead she held it aloft two-handed before slinging it over one shoulder. Finally breaking into a smile, Veronica looked down and said, “Take the rest of the night off, ‘Lexis. I want to see you bright and early tomorrow morning. We start at eight.”
Suguitan snarled something that felt rather pleasant against the blonde’s togs.
“What was that, Daisy?” Treymane reached back and laid a gentle hand on her rival’s crotch.
Alexis cringed, then nodded ever so slightly.
“Good.” Veronica beamed. “I think we’re going to get along fine.” With that she raised the belt again and waggled her cheeks over Alexis’s.
The champ was still enjoying her spoils when ‘Mania faded to black.
CENTURIES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZEnQogAd8U
Some legends are told,
Some turn to dust or to gold,
But you will remember me,
Remember me for centuries.
Light returned in time with the first verse, revealing that each side of the ramp was lined with half a dozen burly secret services types in black suits. Backs to the surprised fans, they kept their eyes trained on the entryway, where the traditional curtain had been replaced with a set of frosted glass double doors emblazoned with a single name:
$UGUITAN
And just one mistake,
Is all it will take.
Go down in history,
Remember me for centuries.
Someone on the other side damn near kicks the doors off their hinges and out strides Portia’s old protégé looking every bit the powerful woman who’d sent Portia into retirement and was ready to claim FAWN’s top prize. Calm, cool and collected despite the roar of the crowd and the pounding of her own heart, the Filipino Phenom tips her head down, allowing the sunglasses she wears to slide down her nose. Dark eyes lock on those throughout the crowd. Alexis shakes her head disdainfully and strides purposefully toward the ring.
The announcer takes the opportunity to introduce the challenger.
“Our next match is one fall with a 60-minute time limit and is for the FAWN World Championship. First, hailing from Manila in the Philippines, she stands five feet and eight inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
Along with the new anthem come some dramatic sartorial changes as well. Gone is the red velvet, in its place is a gleaming white two piece that almost seems to glow against the mellow copper of her complexion. The pro-style trappings continue with matching knee-pads and shin-high boots, the former adorned with the same stylized $ seen on the double doors. Last but not least was the voluminous sleeveless mink coat, an accessory that would’ve looked just as appropriate at a red carpet premiere or adorning the shoulders of some warrior queen as she strode onto the battlefield.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
Paying no attention to the fans or her new security detail, Suguitan ascended the ring steps. She slips through the ropes to claim the center of the ring and calls the official over to remove her fur.
Without speaking, Alexis turns her back to the man, the Penthouse Panther stretching her arms wide. “Proceed.”
The ref does as he’s told, carefully slipping the mink off one shoulder and then the other. Its absence reveals a final detail about Suguitan’s new attire, a glittery golden $ stretched taut across her sculpted backside.
Alexis retreats to her side of the ring. She tosses her glasses to a ringside flunky and throws her arms over the top rope, waiting for the arrival of the champion, soon to be ex-champion and, just as delightful, valet.
Senior referee Nick Castle was checking (or at least attempting to check) the challenger’s boots and pads when the Announcer produced the golden half of this violent equation. “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!”
MACHINE GUN BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uf3FOEL3KjE
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Black and white rolled into the FAWN Arena as the Treymane Gang greeted their leader and champion with a roar that shivered the rafters. Alongside the grayscale came the grinding opening riff of ‘Machine Gun Blues’. A heartbeat later and the champ was through the curtain, Veronica greeting her legion of muscle and molls with a hard, competitive smile. Draped in a black version of her usual trench-coat and fedora, Veronica Treymane posted up at the top of the ramp and bellowed, “YOU READY FOR A FIREFIGHT, YOU’SE MUGS?”
The sold-out crowd replied that yes, yes they were.
“THEN MAKE SOME NOISE AND REACH FOR THE SKY!” She drew the coat aside to reveal not just the ten pounds of leather and gold strapped around her waist, but the replica Thompson’s resting against one strong, lightly-tanned thigh. In the next instant she hoisted the barking iron overhead and unleashed a fire of blazing pyro into the rafters. Setting it on her shoulder once the clip hit empty, Treymane tipped her hat to the crowd and started down the aisle.
For her first ever Mania’ Main Event and a defining battle against her fiercest rival, the Pinstripe Powerhouse wore a special version of her usual ‘championship’ togs. Instead of dark blue with white pinstripes, her boy-cut trunks were black with gold pinstripes, a theme that 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 gray 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.
Eyes locked on the seething presence of the Penthouse Panther, Veronica made a beeline down the aisle, stomped up the steps and doffed her fedora before stepping between the top and middle ropes. Iron and coat came off next, both handed to Nick, who quickly handed them off to FAWN tech on the outside of the ring. Pulling the belt loose with a quick jerk, Veronica strode to the center of the squared circle, raised her prize and turned to-- find Alexis standing less than six inches away. Not flinching despite the surprise, Treymane rolled her shoulders and asked, “This really how you want to get started, Alexis?”
“I can wait a little longer, princess.” the brunette answered. “Just wanted to make sure didn’t have a chance to run.”
“I’ve got an idea.” Veronica handed the belt to Castle without looking for him. “Just stand right there and meet my eyes for as long as you can. If you’re still here when the bell rings, maybe you’re not as gutless as I thought.”
Suguitan got even closer, her forehead grinding against Treymane‘s. “I’m going to ruin you tonight, bytch. That’s a promise.”
Barely a foot removed from the champion during Castle’s final instructions, Alexis stepped even closer when the CLANG of the bell echoed through the arena. “That belt never looked right around your waist.” Suguitan said softly. “You’ll look much more natural carrying my bags.”
Treymane pursed her lips but didn’t say anything immediately. “You’re gonna regret making this match, Alexis. I won’t demean you like Portia did, but everyone’s going to know you’re working for me. Better get used to pinstripes.” Alexis didn’t say anything to that, so the Dangerous Dame took a step back and raised her right hand for a Test of Strength.
Suguitan glanced up at Veronica’s palm, her own fingers twitching ever so slightly. “Anything you can do, I can do better.” The Filipino Phenom shifted to meet the Test, then changed course to CRAAACK Treymane across the mouth with a hateful Bytch Slap. “Like I said, anything you can do, Daisy.” Alexis smirked. “Which is why I’m not going to waste any time wrestling your overrated ass. You wanna survive? You’ll have to fiEEERRRRGGGGHH!”
Veronica plunged her hands into the brunette’s hair, stepped backward and twisted her hips to fling the challenger off her feet. Unprepared for the overt hostility she had in fact demanded, Suguitan spun through the air, landed hard on her hip and shoulder and rolled into a tense crouch. “Set into a tense crouch by the time Suguitan reached her feet, Treymane didn’t smile as she asked, “That what you had in mind?”
Alexis licked her teeth. “Almost. Here, let me show you.”
She came on fast, helped herself to a double handful of blonde locks and twisted in a harsh circle even as she tried to bare the champ’s scalp. Veronica hissed but didn’t lose her footing because she’d taken hold of Suguitan’s hair as well. Their necks strained at unpleasant angles by the torque of the mutual hair pull, Suguitan and Treymane stamped, stumbled and stalked in angry little circles as they sought to impose dominance over her opponent. More than a little irritated to see a pair of world class talents resorting to such blatantly catty tactics less than a minute into the match, Castle strode over and swatted both ladies on the shoulder. “All right, knock that shyt off! You two know better than that, so break it up and keep it clean!”
“Back off, Nick.” Veronica growled in the midst of trying to snatch her rival bald. “I’m more than willing to give up my hair for AARRGGH!”
Alexis slid one hand from the blonde’s hair and raaaaaaaaked her across the eyes. “You’re gonna give up a lot more than hair, honey!” Suguitan chided as she began marching the half-blinded Dame into a corner on the far side of the ring. “There’s also your teeth, your trunks, your tears and, oh yeah!” Almost to the corner, Alexis THUMPED her opponent into the thinly-padded steel. Crowding in tummy on tummy, she put a forearm against Veronica’s face and grrrrrrrrrrround it back n’ forth. “Your dignity! Can‘t forget that!” Suguitan barked in the face of the struggling champion. As if Treymane wasn’t already having a rough go of it, the Penthouse Panther worked her other hand into a talon and affixed it Veronica’s left breast!
Veronica wailed, stamped her feet and kept on pulling at the brunette’s hair, but Suguitan endured it to dig her nails into the vulnerable orb.
“What’s wrong, ‘Ronnie, does it hurt? Is it too much to bear?” Alexis squeezed that much harder, the cruel catfighter making special effort to work her nails beneath the cup of Veronica’s top. “You know how to make it stop. Just tell Castle you’re ready to carry my baGSSERRROOOOOOW!”
Veronica halved her hold on the challenger’s hair, slid that hand south and grabbed Alexis’s waistband. Then she pushed forward, twisted around and smashed the tawny battler into the buckles while simultaneously THWHUMPING a snug Kneelift between her thighs! Reveling in Suguitan’s shout of pain, Veronica abandoned Alexis’s hair entirely and braced a forearm against her throat. “You’ve taken too much from me already, Daisy.” Treymane leaned in close, putting more and more of her weight against brunette’s neck. “The only thing you’re taking tonight is a beating.” To emphasize, she let go of Suguitan’s togs and drilled a short, mean punch into her opponent’s white togs. Alexis cursed and redoubled her own efforts, resulting in a snarl of pain from the vindictive World Champion.
“All right, that’s ENOUGH!” Castle laid a hand on each woman’s shoulder and tried prizing them apart. “This is a wrestling match and God help me, you’re gonna wrestle!” The words were barely out of his mouth when Treymane let loose and took a giant step, her hands raised to shoulder level.
Doing so forced Alexis to release her own holds and she straightened up in the corner, her eyes locked on the Pinstriped Powerhouse. “Gutless bytch.” Suguitan taunted. “You think I’ll back off when I’ve got you wriggling in a corNNNNNAAAAARRHHH!”
Veronica flicked out her left leg, the point of her boot spiking the challenger’s crotch! Alexis wailed, the crowd popped and Castle got right in Treymane’s face. “What the HELL was that? Do you think I won’t disqualify you?”
“Not tonight you won’t, Nick. You won’t disqualify her, either. Now get out of our way so we can settle this.”
Veronica didn’t wait, she simply sidled by the flummoxed official and climbed into a mount on the second rope. Another handful of hair tilted Suguitan’s head back at a savage angle, which forced her to look into Treymane’s narrowed eyes. “Hope you like wriggling, Daisy.” the blonde purred. “You’re gonna do a lot of it tonight.”
PWAK! Her balled fist came down sharply, Veronica’s knuckles scraping off her brunette’s forehead. The sold-out crowd tolled ‘ONE!’ and then ‘TWO! THREE! FOUR!’ as more punches rained down.
Alexis soaked it up in a rage, the Ferocious Filipino twisting and clawing at her attacker’s glutes even as the ‘Mania crowd finished ‘SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! Veronica let loose of Suguitan’s hair and put her hands on her hips. “Guuuhhhh… get the f*ck offa me, prinMMMPPPHHH!”
Treymane snagged one rope for support, shifted around in a half circle and sat down firmly on Alexis’s upturned features!
Bare Ass Market, Veronica Treymane to Alexis Suguitan.
The champ didn’t bump and grind like Suguitan’s former employer, but she did bounce repeatedly, forcing her nemesis’s pretty face that much tighter against her glutes! Alexis keened like a muffled teakettle and would’ve gouged angry red furrows in Treymane’s legs if the Neo-Noir Knockout hadn’t secured her wrists. “How do those stripes look, Lexis?” Veronica chided. “Pretty good, right?”
Castle closed in again and tapped the champ on the knee. “Off her face, Veronica. Don’t make me ask twice.”
“You don’t have to ask. Just count.” Treymane replied.
The ref did, rattling off a brisk ‘FOUR!’ before Veronica hopped from her panting perch. Slinging an arm around Suguitan’s shoulders like they were old pals, Veronica doubled Alexis over with a rough Headlock and knotted her hands to make sure the challenger didn’t go anywhere. At least not until Treymane charged the open expanse of center ring. Trundling along behind the surging blonde, Alexis joined Veronica in flight a heartbeat after the Dangerous Dame left her feet. THAWHWAM! Treymane planted Suguitan’s forehead into the canvas with a huge Running Bulldog straight from the Shea London playbook. Bounced a good few inches by the impact, Alexis lolled onto her back and ‘ooofffffhed’ in dismay when Veronica dropped over her chest in a Crossbody. Hooking the far leg, Treymane nodded along while the FAWNatics counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The crowd remained in an excited state, the kick-out from the Filipino Phenom so close to being late this early in the match seemingly encouraging the champ to go for broke. The blonde quickly grabbed the deflated Suguitan, Alexis ‘outcatted’ early by the Pinstripe Powerhouse, and tugged the challenger to her feet by her long dark locks.
Veronica swiftly exchanged her grip for a wrist and drew the captured left limb across the throat of the former Associate. Veronica doubled over the tawny-skinned grappler and leapt into a tuck across the back of the bent beauty. Using gravity to her advantage, Treymane dropped to her back and forced Alexis over with her, DRIVING Suguitan across her knees with her signature ‘Kiss Me Deadly’.
KISS ME DEADLY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9GoRlk7bGW8
The battered Alexis spread in a motionless starfish and Veronica climbed aboard in a Crossbody, hooking the far leg of the challenger.
“I like my eggs poached,” Veronica informed the bleary-eyed Suguitan as Castle dropped next to Alexis and slapped the mat for...
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOO!
With the official’s hand no more than an inch off the mat, Alexis weakly shoved a shoulder up and stayed alive, though it hardly seemed her Mania moment was going to be an extended one with the champ meaning to send a message to the entire roster courtesy of putting a quick end to her previously persistent antagonist.
The Neo-Noir Knockout smelled blood in the water. She rose, grabbing Suguitan by the head, and pulled the dazed grappler up with her. Positioning herself so Alexis raised her head directly between the blonde’s legs, Veronica captured both of the Filipino’s arms in underhooks. From there, Treymane rolls/drops to her back, lifting Alexis into a modified version of the Butterfly Lock, Veronica adding a leg stretch to the torturous hold.
LEG SPREAD BUTTERFLY LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtlnYqY7ZdI
Widening legs and wrenching arms, Treymane had a moaning Alexis trapped and tormented, Suguitan wailing in agony. But still, when Castle asked if Alexis wants to give up her shot at FAWN’s biggest prize, the answer is a shouted ‘no’.
Keeping Alexis in place was taking its toll on the champ and her shoulders fell to the mat under the pressure to keep her foe elevated. The attentive Castle slapped the canvas for ONE…TWO…when Veronica raised her shoulders and increased the pressure. Suguitan yelped in pain but didn’t have to survive nearly as long before Veronica’s shoulders hit the canvas and, after ‘ONE’, the blonde gave up her submission, shoving Alexis to the side in crawling out from beneath.
The crowd roared its approval as Veronica scurried to her feet and she rewarded them with a mock shooting of her Tommy Gun into the air above her. Below, Alexis rolled to her chest and pushed to all fours. She crawled toward the ropes for a timeout. However, from behind, Veronica sank her nails into Alexis’ scalp and tugged the raven-haired grappler to her knees.
Suguitan pivoted and sent her right arm arcing in an Uppercut to split Treymane’s wickets, but Veronica managed to catch the arm at the wrist before it could find its target. The Pinstripe Powerhouse stepped over the limb and tumbled to the deck, stretching the captured arm, apparently hoping to dislocate it at her foe’s shoulder.
CROSS ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Bbpc3EoC8o
Suguitan flailed in a panic, trying to lock her hands together to prevent the submission from being applied, but as she had nearly from the start, Veronica got her way, securing the arm. As the blonde tugged, Alexis squealed in anguish and, only by the grace of her opposite leg being within a reasonable distance of the ropes, did she manage to persist in the title tilt.
Laying the lower limb across the bottom cable, the former Associate shouted for a break and Castle obliged with his call a split-second later. Veronica was not so forthcoming, waiting an additional four seconds before releasing.
When she did, Alexis slipped her leg under the rope and rolled out of the ring. She landed on her feet momentarily, but the thoroughness of the recent beat-down had her body collapsing to the thinly-padded cement, the faltering Filipino cradling her injured wing.
Alexis butt-scooted to the barricade, leaning against it as she worked the rotator of her aching shoulder. She raised her ‘good’ left arm in a pointing demand that Veronica be kept in the squared circle and Castle tried to coerce the champ to comply, but Treymane wouldn’t have it. Sensing the opportunity not only to win, but win with style points, Veronica slid through and dropped to the floor.
Despite Alexis’ plaintive, raised hand, Treymane laid a boot to the injured limb, drawing a shriek from Suguitan.
“You’re lucky,” the blonde assured, “I give my employees very good medical.”
Treymane raised her deductible by stomping Alexis’ right shoulder again, sending Suguitan into a thrashing fit, the raven-haired grappler biting her lower lip.
Hearing the count from over her shoulder, the champ traced her steps back to the ring, rolled in, then rolls out, managing to collect the challenger as the one-armed bandit used the metal barricade to make it to vertical.
As Veronica grabbed Alexis’ ‘good’ arm to lead her back to the squared circle, Suguitan tried to raise her injured limb and rake the eyes of the titleholder. But just getting the arm up to Veronica’s chest was a painful ordeal and the former Associate settled for a backhand slap to Veronica’s bosom. Treymane grimaced through the meaty ‘THWACK’ and heaved Suguitan into a barrel roll under the bottom rope.
The blonde followed her would-be valet in and hopped to her feet while Alexis crawled vainly to the opposite side. Whether Suguitan meant to make another trip to the outside was unclear as Veronica mounted her foe in a seated forward straddle across the back of the challenger center stage, Scissoring the copper-skinned beauty and using her foe’s dark mane as reins.
“As much as Portia took advantage of you,” Veronica said, dipping her lips close to an ear, “you do seem lost without her. The moment was never too big for her. I’m afraid it is for you.”
Treymane released her Scissors and rises off her mount, then dropped her backside into the lower spine of the Filipino Phenom, sending Alexis flat to her chest. Suguitan reflexively twisted her ‘good’ arm to rub at the vertebrae the champ butt-bumped.
Mercifully free of Veronica’s clutches, Alexis rolled over onto her back and scooted to the edge of the ring as quickly as she could. She’d just laid a hand on the bottom rope when the blonde closed in and laid claim to her ankles. “Get your f*cking hands off me.” the catfight snarled. “I’m in the ropesNNNNGHHH!”
Under normal circumstances any tug of war between these young women was a closely matched affair, but with Suguitan down to one good arm it only took a strong tug drag her out to the middle of the ring. “GODDAMNED BYTCH!” Alexis kicked her feet frantically and squirmed onto her side, the panic in her eyes evident as she was forced to acknowledge Treymane’s utter domination thus far. “YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR EMBARRASSING OOOFFFFHH!”
Veronica THWHUMPED the base of Suguitan’s neck with a spiteful Double Axehandle that dropped the Filipino Phenom to all fours. “You’re the one with a receipt coming, Alexis. You wanted this badly enough to interrupt me after I’d just fought a war with Lyssa Zahn, so don’t bytch to me now that you’re getting everything you asked for!”
Alexis couldn’t muster the words for a response so Treymane hooked a handful of gleaming white waistband and tugged the challenger back to boot leather. Switching over to a Wristlock with nary a complaint from Suguitan, Veronica stepped away, dropped a shoulder and slung her rival into the strands. Alexis hit, bounced out and ‘eeeped’ in surprise when the Neo-Noir Knockout muscled her into a Fireman’s Carry. Securing Suguitan at neck and thigh, Veronica turned in a slow circle, all the better to speak to the capacity crowd. “Want to know a secret, you’se mugs? I’ve always loved a Hard Goodbye.”
The FAWNatics must’ve felt the same way because they cheered uproariously when the blonde bent her knees and hupped / tossed her burden into the stall for a Powerbo--NOOOO! Alexis twisted in mid-flight to land on her foe’s shoulders Electric Chair-style. Boots crossed in the blink of an eye, Alexis squeeeeeeeeeeeezed the champ’s head with her thighs and cupped Treymane’s chin in her good hand. Wrenching ‘Ronnie’s noggin back as sharply as she could, the Ferocious Filipino crooked her other hand into a claw, hooked it around Veronica’s upper jaw and YANKED!
As startled as the rest of the crowd to find herself mired in this hellish combination of vise and can opener, Veronica gurgled a loud, ugly wail and gripped her attacker’s wrists in hopes of pulling them from her features. In truth she would’ve been better served simply falling backward to drive Suguitan into the canvas, but the suddenness of her challenger’s reprisal had temporarily robbed Treymane of her good sense and it didn’t even start to return until Castle hurried over and swatted the brunette on one thigh. “Get your hand out of her mouth right now, Alexis! The Scissors are fine, but I won’t have you two maiming each other!”
Were it a lesser stage Suguitan may very well have ignored the official’s demand and simply kept mauling until the bell started and the screaming stopped. But it wasn’t a lesser stage, it was Fawnamania and this was THEE Main Event. So the CEO of $uguitan INC stayed her hateful hands, loosened her crushing legs and slid down her prey’s back without so much as a hint of sass. Which was not to say Veronica made a clean getaway because nothing could be further from the truth. Indeed Alexis’s boots had barely touched the ground when she snatched hold of the Pinstriped Powerhouse’s hair and wrenched it backward until she could wedge Treymane’s chin into her left armpit. Her right hand went for the champ’s waistband, not at the hip but just south of her navel, meaning Veronica endured a hellacious Inverted Wedgie when Alexis muscled / yanked her off the mat in a colossal show of force. Blinded to the trouble by the searing anguish of traitorous togs sawing into her undercarriage, Veronica swung up to a near perfect forty-five degree angle before Suguitan twisted in a half circle and dropped to her butt to THAWHAM the blonde’s spine into the thinly-padded plywood courtesy of the Penthouse Paroxysm.
PENTHOUSE PAROXYSM @ 7:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoHjqxzMK3g
“I like my eggs fried.” Alexis sneered as she settled into a snug Crossbody. “And my blondes scrambled. Don’t worry, you’ll learn!” Skidding in on one knee just after the brunette hooked Treymane’s far leg, Nick checked the champ’s shoulders and counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
The Dangerous Dame kicked out simultaneous with ’TWO!’ in a show of power and resilience that Alexis didn’t much care for. Rather than waste precious energy arguing with the zebra, she snatched hold of Treymane’s shoulders and forced her flat right as she slid forward and treated the champ to a faceful of copper and ivory!
“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna give that hag any credit by using her finisher to make you beg.” Alexis growled to Veronica, who’d started kicking, squealing, bucking and twisting the instant she was engulfed in buttocks. “This move is all me!” Placing her bad hand on Treymane’s tummy for a little extra stability, Alexis grabbed hold of Veronica’s already distended waistband and YAAAAAAAAAAANKED up on a second Inverted Wedgie!
Keening precious oxygen into her foe’s glutes, the flailing fighter forced herself to endure the humiliation of the smother in hopes of tearing Alexis’s talon from her trunks. “Oh, I don’t think so, Daisy.” Suguitan relished throwing the insult in her rival’s face (figuratively, at least). “This doesn’t stop until that belt is around my waist!” To emphasize she moved her bracin’ hand to the deep crease between Treymane’s right thigh and torso and sank her claws in deep. The earned a fresh round of wailing from the blonde, who beat her heels against the mat while desperately groping at the challenger’s encroaching wrist. “Go on and tap out, bytch!” Alexis demanded after fifteen more seconds treated her to a pleasant ride, but little else. “Submit before I split you right up the f*cking midDOOOWWWWW SLUT!”
The domineering catfighter’s bumping and grinding got a little too energetic, leading to a slight shift that gave Veronica enough room to twist her head and CHOMP down on those grinding glutes! Forced to verticality by necessity rather than desire, the Penthouse Panther jammed a heel into her opponent’s ravaged crotch before she stalked away to massage the crescent-shaped welt on her backside.
Down on the mat, Treymane rolled to one side, curled into a slight ball and sucked in deep, rasping breaths as she carefully pulled her pinstriped briefs back to a far more comfortable alignment. A sigh of exquisite, shuddering relief was still passing her lips when Suguitan returned and plunged both hands into her hair. “Dumb move, ’Ronnie, DUMB move.” Alexis hissed once the champ was back on her feet. “Now you’re not gonna be strong enough to crawl up the ramp after me.” Swinging around behind Treymane, the white-clad grappler slipped her arms under the Neo-Noir Knockout’s biceps and laced both hands across the base of opposing neck. Then she treated her to a rough push, forcing the champion’s chin into the top of her own cleavage. “Cry, Treymane. Blubber and bawl for those cameras. I know you want to!”
“Not a chance, ‘Lex.” Veronica huffed. “Bawling’s what you’re gonna do when you realize you’ll never be as good as PortNNNGGHHH!” Suguitan pressed her victim’s head down and thum-thum-thum-THUMPED a series of Kneelifts into blonde buttocks. “I’m already better than her, slut.” Alexis taunted. “I’m better than you. I’m better than everyone!” With that she tore Treymane loose of her moorings, released half the Nelson and PLANTED her full length with a ring-rattling Full Nelson Slam!
FULL NELSON SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgqLyCD-5UU
Sensing the championship a mere three slaps away, Alexis dove atop the splayed blonde and hooked the far leg for...
ONE…
TWO…
and Treymane shoved a shoulder up, Alexis furious she hadn’t at least gotten closer to the title-winning three-count than her last attempt.
Suguitan delivered a left forearm to Veronica’s jaw as the champ tried to sit up, the Pinstripe Powerhouse leveled to her side. With the dark eyes of the titleholder on tilt, Alexis had time to rise and take stock. The Filipino Phenom shook out her right arm and yipped in pain. No way was the limb going to be the same without a week’s worth of treatment. But if Portia had taught her anything useful, and it galled Alexis to know she had, it was that recovery was a lot more bearable when you had the World Championship as a balm.
With Veronica enduring her first adversity, the champ rattled her noggin free of some cobwebs and climbed to unsteady feet. A poised Suguitan dipped for a single-leg pick-up in front of the champ and, as soon as the copper-skinned grappler had her grip, she rolled forward onto the deck, taking ’Ronnie with her. The duo tumbled through a somersault, forward for the raven-haired beauty, backward for the blonde. Alexis came out the other side in possession of Treymane’s left ankle and set to work viciously bending the knee of the World Champion with her Calf Slicer.
CALF SLICER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMogBKtnEpI
Treymane yelped in anguish as Portia’s former protégé got as brutal with the blonde as she had in sending VanBuren into the sunset of her career. Suguitan seemed determined to dislocate Ronnie’s leg at the joint and only a desperate reach for the ropes that saw Treymane wrap a palm around the bottom rope stopped it from happening.
Veronica screamed for Suguitan to let go, but only when Castle added his voice and count did the release come. Nick got between the exotic beauty and her target while a struggling Veronica used the cables to make it to vertical. She limped down the length of the ring and leaned her back into the corner, taking her weight off the throbbing limb.
While there’s support in the corner, there’s also danger. Alexis made that clear when she charged and delivers a wicked Slut Stomp. The Yakuza Kick CRACKED into Treymane’s chin, snapping the blonde’ head back in a whiplash motion. In an instant, the gobsmacked champion dropped like a rock, landing on her ass, seated in front of the buckles. Delighted, Suguitan grabbed the top ropes on either side of the corner while stuffing the sole of her left foot across the mouth and nose of the battered blonde. The clever smother caught many unawares, at least until Veronica flailed in a panic, oxygen being denied her until Castle grabbed Alexis by the right arm and wheeled her away.
The former Associate squealed in pain, her injured wing throbbing from Castle’s relatively light tug. The dark eyes of the challenger focused violently upon the zebra, who knew to back up with hands raised, apologizing.
“Do that again,” Alexis growled. She lett the verbal portion of the threat fade away, though the point was made from the look on the man’s face.
Turning to a risen Veronica, Alexis closed the gap between herself and the back of the champion. Raising a double axehandle, Suguitan brought it down toward the rear of the blonde’s skull. But before the joined fists reach the target, a seemingly psychic Ronnie delivered a blind mule kick to Alexis’ nether region, the boot nailing Suguitan’s crotch and freezing her in place, the copper-skinned grappler doubled, dark eyes wide, mouth agape.
Veronica spun with a slight smile already in place, knowing from the feel of the contact, she hit pay-dirt. The 180 turned into 540 degrees, the blonde adding a revolution to CLOCK the lowered chin of the Filipino Phenom with a Discus Kneelift. The impact elevated Alexis off her feet and splattered her into a spread-eagle.
The dazed Suguitan massaged her jaw with glassy eyes. But the dark peepers gained immediate focus when Treymane snatched the challenger by her right wrist. Veronica ripped Alexis to her feet by the injured limb, wringing it out with a buggywhip, the anguish from the weakened wing dropping a howling Alexis to one knee, Suguitan raising her other hand plaintively for Treymane to stop.
“What is it about you Associate bytches,” the Pinstripe Powerhouse barked. “”Writing checks with your mouths your skills can’t possibly cash.”
Veronica used her handle on the limb to tug a yelping Alexis up once more, this time with enough force to send the Penthouse Panther not to boot leather but into her open arms, Treymane snapping her upper limbs tight around the small of Suguitan’s back. Quickly cinching the Bear Hug tight, the champion worked Alexis over, crushing her midriff with pulsing biceps and, when a gasp emerged from Suguitan, shaking her foe violently from side to side, the Filipino getting the rare ragdoll treatment from her opponent.
Treymane seemingly ignoring Alexis’s size and strength, instead rattled her like a lightweight in her embrace. The growingly desperate, bug-eyed and breathless Lexi extended her arms on either side of the blonde’s noggin and slapped her hands together on the backside, ringing the champ’s ears and, in so doing, opening her arms.
Alexis dropped to unsteady feet and rubbery legs in front of the champ, but years of catfight experience in Manila kicked into her rattled consciousness and she latched onto Veronica’s spandex-sheathed bosom with both hands. Squeezing and twisting, Suguitan goes ‘old school’ on the title-holder then taught a brand new lesson by pivoting with her hands still clenched around the teats and sent Veronica crashing to the deck with an extremely modified Hip Toss.
Treymane landed heavy on her tailbone. It’s a difficult choice for the wincing blonde whether to send her hands to her aching backside or to alleviate the burning in her breasts.
Alexis followed with a Soccer Kick to the spine to remind Veronica her decision was on the clock and, apparently as far as Suguitan’s concerned, so was the title reign of the Pinstripe Powerhouse.
Treymane was still grappling with that decision when the Penthouse Panther grabbed her around the ears and twisted her onto all fours. “Get in there, bytch.” the brunette demanded as she reeled the champ into a Standing Headscissors. “It’s time you started realizing who’s in charge around here.” Quite eager to inform Veronica of this fact, Alexis leaned forward, cinched her arms around opposing waist and muscled her up so that the small of Treymane’s back rested unpleasantly on the ball of Suguitan’s right shoulder. A Canadian Backbreaker would’ve been unpleasant enough after suffering through the Penalty Kick, unfortunately for the blonde her situation grew all the more dim when Suguitan laid claim to her biceps and hoisted her that much higher courtesy of a Crucifix.
“YOU SEE THIS, PORTIA!?” the Ferocious Filipino raged to the absentee legend in the midst of showing her prize to all four sides of the squared circle. “THE BYTCH WHO ALMOST BROKE YOU IN HALF IS POWERLESS AGAINST ME!”
The Treymane Gang didn’t much care for that opinion and voiced their displeasure in a shower of boos, which Alexis soaked up like a warm spring rain. With Veronica suspended in a helpless ‘T’ directly overhead, the exotic battler slung her burden forward, then pivoted into position and dropped to one knee so Treymane THWHUMPED down spine-first atop the challenger’s posted thigh! Veronica shrieked and curled into an agonized ‘C’ shape that would’ve held its integrity a lot longer if Alexis hadn’t laid out across her chest with every ounce of her weight. Far leg hooked, Suguitan flashed a ferocious smile as Castle and the FAWNatics tolled…
CRUCIFIX BACKBREAKERl
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cri9F--tmWM
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Dangerous Dame extended her title reign by another three seconds and now it was Suguitan’s turn to scream, albeit in frustration instead of pain. Regaining the tiniest semblance of control only after she’d filled her hands with the blonde’s hair, Alexis scrambled to boot leather and forced Treymane to do the same. Treymane had barely registered this new arrangement when the brunette thumped a Kneelift into her crotch and applied an equally vengeful Standing Headscissors. Another Waistlock signaled a Powerbomb or, strike that, a Piledriver, as the Penthouse Panther flipped the champion upside down.
But rather than dropping to her backside, Suguitan halved the Waistlock and raised her free hand. “Should’ve eaten that pin, Daisy.” Alexis murmured as she fashioned her hand into a claw. “Now you’re gonna beg for mercy.”
“Nnnnnngghhh….. in your dreams, DaisIIIIIIYYY AAAAAAAHHHHHHH YOU BYTCH!”
Suguitan shumped her claw between the champion’s thighs and squeezed ‘til her fingers showed white at the knuckle. Pretty face pursed into a fierce, hardworking scowl, Alexis groped, squeezed, raked and clawed her prey’s undercarriage for a full ten seconds before she flicked a glance at Nick. “Ask her! See if that bytch gives up!”
Castle didn’t approve of his charge’s language, but there was no denying Treymane’s anguish so he closed in and crouched down on one knee. “How are you doing, Veronica? Need me to call for the bell?”
“Nuuhhh…no…. NO!” the Pinstripe Powerhouse wailed as Suguitan’s deadly digits continued their murderous manipulations. “Daisy’s gonna need to work a lot more than my trunks to AAAAAWWW GAAAAAAAAHHHHD STAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHP!”
Alexis ceased her attack just long enough to work her fingers into the left leg-hole of Treymane’s trunks. “IS THAT A SUBMISSION, BYTCH?” Suguitan bellowed over Veronica’s sobbing. “IF IT’S A SUBMISSION I WANNA HEAR YOU SAY EEERRRRGGHHHH!”
Desperate to save herself from this savage mauling, the Neo-Noir Knockout wormed her hands into the back of Suguitan’s kneepads and jammed her fingers into the soft flesh. Legs going numb from the attack on her pressure points, Alexis relinquished the Waistlock and Claw combo so Treymane landed hard on all fours. Squeezing the Scissors tight to keep the blonde’s head in place, Suguitan braced her hands against Treymane’s lower back and huffed, “Stupid skank. I’m gonna claw right through your WHOOOAAAH!” Veronica cupped the challenger’s calves in each hand and clambered to her feet with the startled Alexis draped down her back like a flailing, irritated cape. Too wore out by the trunk torture to show her foe off to the crowd, Veronica dipped her knees and slung Suguitan forward and down while simultaneously dropping to her butt to THAWHAM the catfighter onto the thinly-sheathed plywood with a Sit-Out Alabama Slam. Locking her hands beneath the brunette’s legs, Treymane hooked her heels over opposing biceps and nodded along for the…
SIT-OUT ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ie6-guqV1tg
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Alexis shot a hand into the air, then waggled her index finger ‘no, no, no!’ “Not good enough, bytch!” she grumbled. “Nothing you do is good enough to AAAARRRRRHHHHHH F*CKING BYTCH!”
Treymane had never made a habit of working her opponent’s trunks, but she was more than willing to fight fire with fire, especially when she’d been torched first. So she prized Alexis’s legs apart, clamped down on her ankles and wedged her left heel deep into the fork of Suguitan’s groin! “Don’t ask her, Nick!” Veronica taunted as she grrrrrrrrrrrrround her boot back n’ forth. “I don’t want Daisy to tap out yet, I just want her to SUFFER!” The Pinstripe Powerhouse punctuated this demand by driving her heel into the Filipino’s crotch again and again and again!
Biting her bottom lip to stifle the tears and the screams, Suguitan planted her elbows against the mat and slowly pushed herself to a seat. “Guuuuhhhh…. get your filthy hoof out of my trunks, Treymane. Or I’ll make you eat your togs in the middle of this ring, swear to God I willOOOFFFFFFFHHHH!”
Veronica raised her other leg, cocked it back and jabbed a short, stiff kick off her attacker’s jaw. Suguitan grunted and dropped down flat on her back. Nick noted her shoulders, dove in and counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOO!
The challenger jerked a shoulder off the mat and twisted her hips violently enough to tumble over onto her stomach. Still angry about the attack on her center, Veronica pulled her pushin’ foot back and THWHUMPED a short, mean kick into her opponent’s white-sheathed rear. Alexis cursed and dragged herself away on elbows and knees, the Penthouse Panther looking like a domesticated shadow of her former self as she created some separation.
Content to let the brunette tend to her wounds, Treymane slid in the opposite direction and didn’t stop until she felt the ropes pressed against her back. After a few deep breaths, she reached up, grabbed the top strand and gingerly reclaimed her feet. Over on the other side of the ring, Alexis pressed a hand to her burning crotch and massaged the worst of the pain away. A roar from the crowd told her the black & white bytch was on her feet again, so she scrambled up as quickly as she could and backed into the rubber-coated steel. On the other side of the ring, Treymane flashed a taunting smile. “What’s the matter, Daisy? Is the heartless catfighter more sensitive than she lets on?”
Alexis sucked in a deep breath and let it out hard, her nostrils flaring. “You work a claw like you work that ugly ass fedora.” Suguitan hissed. “Like shyt!”
Veronica ‘snapped’ her togs against her waist and stepped into the center of the squared circle. “Tough talk, slut-bag.” Treymane replied. “How about you get your tawdry ass off those ropes and meet me out here? Or do I have to come over there to dig some more quit out of your trunks?”
Alexis bared her teeth, the challenger’s pretty features twisted into a hateful sneer. The idea that this blonde tramp could eke a win out of her briefs was almost too much to bear. “Bytch, they’re gonna dig you out of my teeth.” With that she started forward, her hands raised in white-knuckled fists. Treymane stormed out to meet her, the champ almost mirroring her opponent’s stance. No time for talking now, the wrestler and the catfighter simply started throwing punches as soon as they could reach the hated other. The initial exchange was one for one, tit for tat, Alexis and Veronica soaking up several heavy shots for the opportunity to test her opponent’s chin.
Never shy about sharing their opinion on a skirmish, the FAWNatics let loose with a derisive ‘BOO!’ when Suguitan rocked the champ back on her heels and a delighted ‘YAY!’ when Treymane turned the Penthouse Panther’s head to the side in a fine spray of sweat. Cursing as the blonde’s latest uppercut set her stepping fencepost holes, Alexis steadied herself and lunged in for another Haymaker only to stop short for a quick, heartless kick aimed for Veronica’s cro-- the Neo-Noir Knockout pivoted slightly and raised her right leg to absorb the kick with her shin.
“You slippery byNNNGGHHH!” Suguitan’s vitriol ended in a quick Forearm Smash to the mouth, courtesy of the infuriated World Champion. Hardly interested in an even exchange of force after the brunette tried to go low, Veronica followed the Forearm Smash with a stinging slap to the ear and brisk low kick to Suguitan’s left shin. Alexis cringed, instinctively raised her leg to protect it from more punishment and that’s when Veronica whipped around and PWAAAKED a Backfist off the side of her head. Really feeling it now, Treymane whipped around in another circle and came out the other end showing a Lariat aimed straight at Alexis’s throNOOOO! The Penthouse Panther darted forward and raaaaaaaaaaaaked her rival from forehead to chin!
Veronica wailed and stumbled back rubbing at her face, alas she’d only made it about three steps when Suguitan grabbed a massive double handful of hair and yanked her down into a Standing Headscissors. The bronze-skinned battler ignored the chance for a demoralizing wedgie (much as it pained her to do so) to ensure the champ had no time to react to the Waistlock cinched around her midsection. Stretched out heavy and mean across her prey’s back, Suguitan let out a triumphant roar as she spun Treymane onto her shoulders for a Powerbomb. Gratification was not instant, as Alexis turned to the nearest corner and set off at a shambling run. Up top, Veronica realized what was about to happen and so she tried to stop it with several frantic punches to the brunette’s pate, but the liberated Associate wouldn’t be denied and she hurled her prey into a spine-jarring collision with the turnbuckles. Veronica hit with a teeth-shivering BWUUUNG but damned if she didn’t keep her footing. In fact she got her hands up for a clench just in case the Filipino Phenom wanted to “UUUUNNNNGGGHH!”
Alexis lowered a shoulder, slammed it into the blonde’s navel and drove her back into the buckles. “You’re not going anywhere, baby.” the brunette was smirking again as she raked hair off her forehead. “Not until I show the world just how badly your market’s gonna crash.” Treymane was too woozy for a real answer, so Alexis turned around, grabbed the top rope and boosted herself into a perch on the second stand. Her backside hanging slightly above the blonde’s pallid mug, Suguitan smirked, waggled her hips and hooked her thumbs into her waistband. “All right, Portia.” she murmured. “THIS one’s for youWHOOOAAAAAHHH!”
Beneath and behind her, Veronica reached up with both arms and hooked the catfighter slightly above the elbows. Hands locked in an instant, Treymane powered out of the corner, forcing Alexis to kick and squirm as the elevated Double Chickenwing put unpleasant torque on her shoulders. Too sore and angry to bother with words at the moment, the Pinstripe Powerhouse pushed onto tiptoes, then slung the challenger forward and down while she released the Chickenwing and dropped onto her back with both knees raised snug across her chest. The fall was a short, but it ended unpleasantly, with Alexis THWHUMPING down tits-first atop Veronica’s upturned knees.
TCM BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Z_yK3pSFuo
Left breathless and gaping in the wake of the TCM Buster, Suguitan inched her way forward in search of the ropes, then let out a wheezy squeal when Alexis grabbed her waistband and reeled her back the way she’d came. Adding a blatant hair tug to better swing the brunette around, Veronica cadged from her foe’s playbook yet again with a vengeful rake of the eyes. Alexis yelped, went to cover her face and had her arms wrenched up over her head in a Double Underhook for the trouble. The crowd went nuts, not that Treymane’s face betrayed any hint of emotion other than righteous anger as she swung to the right. To the uninitiated it looked like the start of an odd Swinging Neckbreaker, but the ‘Mania crowd had seen enough to not be surprised when the champ snapped to the left and spun into a short, violent cyclone that ended with Veronica stretched out on her tummy and Alexis THWHONKED into canvas forehead-first.
DAISY CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NvK1MwS-Ng
Everyone in the stands (and quite a few talents in the back) screamed for Veronica to shoot the Half Nelson en route to a pin and indeed, Treymane rolled Suguitan over, but instead of covering, she dragged her to a seat. “So you want to be the new Portia, do you?” the blonde huffed. “All the swagger. All the glitz. All the arrogance. You can have it, Alexis. You just can’t have gold. I’ll give you something else, though. The same thing I gave your old boss. Hope you like it as much as she did.”
An elbow to the crown of the head meant Suguitan didn’t get a chance to answer and Veronica had plenty of time to swing around so that she was back to back with the flagging Phenom. Set firmly on her knees, the Pinstripe Powerhouse leaned back, seized Alexis’s wrists and tugged her arms backward so she could cinch them right around her own shins. Once those were out of the way she leaned back and planted the full weight of her rump on the back of Suguitan’s neck and pinned her arms to the mat, meaning there was nothing the brunette could do when Veronica laid claim to her knees.
TOUCH OF EVIL @ 8:45
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9r6HQFvQpc
“Nuuuuhhh…. no… stop Veronica. Don’t you f*cking AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!”
Veronica jerked Alexis’s legs forward and out, spreading them in a murderous wishbone that put the pits of Suguitan’s knees about level with her ears. Cheers all around, as FAWNatics around the world took in the sight of Alexis’s straining features and the $uguitan emblazoned across the seat of her trunks at the same time. “GIVE IT UP, ALEXIS!” Veronica demanded even as she worked her legs like a rowing machine. “DON’T THINK YOU’RE GONNA GET OUT OF WORKING FOR ME BY COWERING IN THE HOSPITAL!” She emphasized this point by puuuuuuuuuushing the brunette’s legs into a slowly widening ‘V’.
Alexis clenched her jaw and shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ in an effort to deny the ref’s questions, the crowd’s demand of ‘TAP!’, the growing anguish in her thighs and groin, everything that’d gone so wrong in the last minute or so. “YOU CAN’T BEAT ME!” she roared / screamed at Treymane. “I’M THE FACE OF THE NEW ERA! I’M THE F*CKING C.E.O. AND I SHOULD HAVE THE GOLLDDDEERRRAAAAHH OOOOOHHHHHH SSHHHHHHIIIIIITTT STAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHP!”
Veronica forced the Wishbone that wider, the muscles in her arms standing out in shredded relief as she tortured Alexis’s gams. “DO YOU QUIT, ALEXIS?” the champ barked. “I WANNA HEAR IT!”
Suguitan shook her head ‘no’, then nodded ‘yes’ as the pain finally overwhelmed her reserves. “I QUIT! I QUIT YOU HATEFUL BYTCH! I SUBMIT SO JUST LET ME GOOOOOMMMMMPPPPHHHHH!”
The bell was already clanging and Treymane did indeed release her opponent’s legs, but simply standing wasn’t on her mind at the moment. Rising up on her knees, Veronica pulled Alexis down flat and promptly squatted atop her opponent’s face. She never admitted to anyone, but Treymane considered it a career highlight to hear the Announcer proclaim her victory while Alexis Suguitan burbled into her pinstripes.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL the FAWN World Champion… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
Treymane accepted the belt from Castle, but she didn’t get off her throne. Instead she held it aloft two-handed before slinging it over one shoulder. Finally breaking into a smile, Veronica looked down and said, “Take the rest of the night off, ‘Lexis. I want to see you bright and early tomorrow morning. We start at eight.”
Suguitan snarled something that felt rather pleasant against the blonde’s togs.
“What was that, Daisy?” Treymane reached back and laid a gentle hand on her rival’s crotch.
Alexis cringed, then nodded ever so slightly.
“Good.” Veronica beamed. “I think we’re going to get along fine.” With that she raised the belt again and waggled her cheeks over Alexis’s.
The champ was still enjoying her spoils when ‘Mania faded to black.