Post by bigfan on Dec 4, 2016 8:14:41 GMT
With it time for Cold November Pain’s grand finale, the crowd was poised to blow the lid off the arena and when the expectant silence was broken by Shinedown’s “Heroes”, the FAWNatics ERUPTED into THUNDEROUS cheers.
HEROES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qi8q_t3le60
“Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall with a one hour time limit!”” the Announcer declares, “and it is for the FAWN WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!”
Even with the amplification, the man’s voice was nearly drowned by the roar of the crowd.
“Introducing first, she is the challenger, Hailing from Denver, Colorado. She stands five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. She is a former WOLF World champion, FAWN World champion and FAWN Tag Team champion. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Camouflage Crusher… the Army of One Hot Chick… BEEECCCKKKYYY CLLLAAAYYYTTTOOONNN!!!!!"
BECKY CLAYTON:
Bex burst through the curtains, settling mid-stage with a look that screams her second reign as Queen of the Hill was starting within an hour. The imposing robo-babe greeted her fans with a jaunty two-fisted bicep flex. Clayton was decked out in a camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with matching forest green pads and boots and a few wraps of camouflage wrist tape.
Having rallied proper support from her troops, Becky started down to the squared circle. Though she’s obviously eager to get tonight’s war underway, the gorgeous GI still took time to slap hands on both sides of the aisle, every ounce of support from her Brigade would come in handy tonight.
Breaking into a jog once she’s traversed the aisle, Clayton bounded up the steel steps and leaps over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, Becky spun toward the hard camera and snapped off a crisp salute. Finally, a bit of nervousness showed as her music faded and she begins eagerly pacing back and forth down the length of the ring, waiting for the champion to provide her what might be the last opportunity of a FAWN lifetime.
Castle was in the midst of checking Becky’s artillery when the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing first, accompanied to the ring by her Gun Moll, Alexis Suguitan,” this brought a roar from the FAWNatics, as many were getting a peak at the brunette’s new look for the very first time, “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
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
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’. Prior to ‘Mania the champ would’ve come through the curtain just about now, but tonight she was preceded by the aforementioned Moll, Alexis slinking into view with her eyes glittering and her head held high. “Go on, go ahead and say it, I can see it all over your faces!” she told the roaring crowd. “I make this hokey crap look GOOD!”
Indeed she did. Instead of her usual white togs or slinky red satin, the former Associate was dressed in a short black dress, ruffled at the bottom, then segueing into a double breasted black and white pin-stripe jacket with black satin lapels and matching cuffs rolled up above her elbows. Perhaps in a nod to her AHW roots, the bottom edges of her jacket narrowed down to the width of garters and damned if they didn’t clip into the sheer stockings that stopped around mid-thigh. The look was finished with a black kerchief around her neck and a gleaming white hat with a black band cocked at a rakish angle. She looked like a mobster’s wife about to stroll into a PI’s office in search of assistance… or to ice the lout before he learned too much.
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Smirking as cameras went off all over, Suguitan stepped aside and glanced back to the curtain, careful to keep her face neutral as the champion stormed into view. Sheathed in the black edition of her usual trench-coat and fedora, Veronica Treymane posted up at the top of the ramp and bellowed, “ON YOUR FEET YOU’SE MUGS, IT’S ABOUT TO GET LOUD!”
Anyone who wasn’t already on their feet (there were only a few) hopped to as Treymane whipped 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. Beside her, Alexis couldn’t help but dip her head in silent approval, the blonde was an insufferable bytch, but she knew how to make an entrance. Setting it on her shoulder once the clip hit empty, Treymane tipped her hat to the crowd, then motioned Suguitan to join her on the march to ringside.
For tonight’s battle against a former World Champion and one of the single strongest women in professional wrestling period, the Dangerous Dame her usual ‘championship’ togs, boy-cut trunks in dark blue with white pinstripes. Her top was 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.
Careful to keep one eye on Alexis and the other on Becky, Veronica slapped several hands on either side of the aisle, then did the same as she made a circuit of the squared circle. Quick to ascend the steel steps, she set her hat on the post, then shrugged off the jacket and handed it and the barking iron to Alexis. “Remember our last conversation, Alexis?”
Suguitan sighed so heavily she thought she might dislocate her jaw. “No pointing it at Gordy.”
“Unless?”
“Unless Joanna says it’s ok. Damn, ONE TIME and now you won’t let me do anything fun.”
Treymane looked around the ring, saw someone holding a sign that said ‘FROM MANILLA TO JERSEY, BABY’S GONNA GET YOU, ALEXIS!’ She nodded in his direction. “Feel free to have fun with your fan club.”
Suguitan noted the mouth breather and dismissed him at once. “You’re not the boss of me.” Veronica arched an eyebrow. “Oh f*ck off.”
The Penthouse Panther stomped over to the Timekeeper to drop off Veronica’s gangster shtick while the champ dipped through the ropes and thanked the crowd with one more pose before offering wrists, knees and boots for final inspection.
The bell sounded and the crowd, already amped, got that much louder as the pair of blonde powerhouses left their respective corners on a beeline for the center of the ring. Slowing her pace as the distance shrank, Becky came to a stop and offered her right hand to the champion, who shook it at once. “Good luck, Veronica.” Clayton said when they broke apart shortly thereafter. “I hope you came ready for a fight because I’m going all on for that World Title. Gonna hit you as hard as I can, girl. I won’t injure you, but I will hurt you. All night long if I have to.”
Veronica nodded and rolled her shoulders, a competitive smile curling her lips ever so slightly. “I didn’t come into a match with one half of the BFG’s expecting any slap and tickle nonsense, Daisy. Bring the heaviest ordinance you’ve got, because I’m ready for a fire--”
“Oh for F*CK’s sake, just slap her face already! You’re the goddamned World Champ!”
Veronica sighed, held up a finger to Becky, then glanced to her valet. “One more comment and you’ll wear polka dots instead of pinstripes. Understood?”
The Penthouse Panther narrowed her eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.”
Suguitan didn’t, so Treymane returned her attention to the challenger. “Sorry about that. Where were we?”
Becky smiled and licked her teeth. “You were just about to bring everything you’ve got.”
Treymane stepped back, raised one hand and beckoned the challenger forward with a ‘just bring it’ that got the FAWNatics roaring all over again. “Whenever you’re ready, DaisYEEERRGGGHH!”
The Camouflage Crusher swatted Veronica’s hand aside, stormed through the breach and cinched one powerful arm around the blonde’s noggin. Jerking Treymane forward and down, Becky locked her hands and wedged the champ’s temple against the point of her left hip in a brawny Side Headlock. Well versed in using the basics to wear down even the most stubborn foes, Clayton pushed onto her tiptoes, squeezed a little harder and quickly dropped to one knee, forcing Treymane to follow along with her adjustments or risk losing her balance entirely.
The Dangerous Dame did so quite admirably, thanks in no small part to the arm she’d curled across her attacker’s lower back. Palming Clayton’s right hip for extra leverage, Veronica tested Becky’s tummy with a few tart slaps, then set to work pushing at her left elbow. Becky soaked up the resistance without comment, shook her head ‘no’ and poured a little more pressure into the younger woman’s temples. “That’s not gonna do it, ‘Ronnie.” she said with a grin. “Can’t finesse your way out of this Bear TraWHOOOAAAHH!”
Having reached the same conclusion herself, Treymane knotted her hands around Clayton’s waist and surged back to a vertical base. Even more impressive, she muscled the other blonde off the mat by a good three feet! The CNP crowd braced themselves for a Backdrop Suplex but Treymane was out to make a point a bit more emphatic than simple offense. So rather than dump Clayton on the back of her head, she stomped over to the ropes and hoisted Becky even higher! Setting her foe down on the apron once she’d cleared the strands, Treymane grabbed the middle rope in both hands and waited for Castle to start the count.
She didn’t wait long, Becky released the Headlock before the ref said so much as a word. Free of the squeeze, Veronica straightened up fast and smoothed back her hair without breaking eye contact with Becky. After a moment she said, “I don’t need finesse, Daisy. I’m stronger than you and I’m happy to prove it.” Gauntlet dropped, she backed off fast so Clayton could join her without fear of a cheap shot.
Becky, who’s competitive juices always ran at a steady simmer, found herself at rolling boil after Treymane deposited her on the apron like a lightweight, grabbed hold of the top rope and vaulted back into the ring like her last name was London or Burlingame. Landing in a springy crouch, Clayton started forward and circled left, forcing Treymane to turn with her to thwart the flanking attempt. “You’re stronger than you look, ‘Ronnie.” Becky noted as she probed the champ’s defenses for weaknesses. “Care to find out how strong I am?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
The blondes drew together like they were magnetized, nose to nose, tummy to tummy as they sought to impose will from the Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Clayton had momentum on her side thanks to her initial lunge, but she didn’t make it more than three steps before Treymane dug in and ground the march to a halt. Just as surprising, the Neo-Noir Knockout reclaimed all that ground and several steps more, forcing the Army of One Hot Chick to plant one leg behind her like an improvised kickstand. Veronica grunted, then snarled ever so softly when Clayton steadied her footing and pushed the champ back on her heels. No marching for either of them this time, the strong blondes broke apart with a mutual shove and resumed circling.
“What’s the matter, champ?” Becky asked after a couple rotations. “Not as strong as you thought you were?”
“Oh, I’m as strong as I’ve ever been.” Treymane answered at once. “Just a little surprised you weren’t able to push me around more when I was only giving you half power.”
Clayton stopped and shook her head, clearly amused. “Sass? That’s what I get for taking it easy on you? All right ‘Ronnie, we’ll go full auto from here on NGGGHHH!”
Veronica stepped forward and clouted Clayton across the tits with a Forearm Smash that rocked her back several steps. “I’m the World Champion, Daisy. Half measures aren’t going to work on mUUFFFHH!”
Clayton returned fire with a Forearm of her own and immediately followed it with an open-handed slap that twisted the younger blonde’s head to one side. “You’re not gonna be champ for long if you slap me in the face agNNNNGGGHHH!”
Veronica grabbed a double handful of Becky’s hair, pulled her down and brought her right knee up to THWHONK against opposing forehead. Becky staggered but didn’t lose her balance so Treymane walked her down and CRAAACKED a huge overhand slap to the challenger’s décolletage. “Fine.” Veronica sniped as the robo-babe staggered around in a surprised circle. “If your cheeks can’t handle the sting, how about I knee your face and slap your titsNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Becky lunged across the gap to deck her antagonist with a huge right hand, then grabbed Treymane by the scruff of the neck to hold her in place while she scooped her up on one shoulder. Cupping buttocks in one hand and the back of Veronica’s neck in the other, Clayton pushed onto tiptoes and tossed her burden to the canvas like she was nothing more than a sack of leaves. Veronica hit hard and bounced to a seat so Becky planted one foot, reared back and THWHACKED a Soccer Kick flush between her rival’s shoulders.
Treymane groaned and arched her back, which thrust her chest forward and made it a target too inviting for the challenger to pass up. Racing by on the champ’s right, Clayton hit the ropes full speed, bounced out and dove at her prey in a low flying Shoulderblock that could’ve bruised Treymane’s sternum if she hadn’t rolled clear at just the right time. Forced into an unpleasant skid along shoulder and hip, Becky came to a stop a few feet away, rose to her knees and was promptly leveled by a Running Knee that struck her along the base of the skull. Dropping to her knees even as Clayton slopped out on her chest, Veronica slapped on a Half Nelson and rolled the Camouflage Crusher onto her back so she could slide into place atop her chest, Crossbody style. Far leg hooked high and tight, Treymane pushed onto her toes and nodded along with Castle’s count…
ONE…
TWO…
Becky shoved the champion off at ‘TWO!’ or just before and sat up immediately thereafter. Knowing damned well what sort of fight she was in for, Treymane slid behind her foe, slipped both arms under Clayton’s biceps and laced her fingers across the back of the veteran’s neck. Pushing down hard on the Full Nelson, Veronica rose up on one knee and leaned forward to apply even more pressure.
“Fight out or tap out, Becky.” she muttered. “Either way, don’t make me wait.”
The Army grunt struggled as Treymane drove the ball of her bony joint between Becky’s shoulderblades.
“I said,” the Neo-Noir Knockout continued.
But before Veronica could add anything further, her robo-babe rival leans back, helping Veronica thrust her knee in even deeper but also giving Becky the leverage to rise in front of the champion with her arms still trapped. Having to follow Clayton up to keep her Nelson intact, Treymane’s biceps flexed, her blonde locks swooshing from side to side as she shook her head in dismay.
Giving up her grip just as Becky seemed ready to power out, Veronica’s hands shifted to a Three Quarters Facelock and she flipped the Army of One Hot Chick to a seat with a Snapmare. Treymane raced to the ropes in front of Clayton and rebounded toward a Soccer Kick to the chin of the veteran, Alexis offering a golf clap from the sidelines in support.
But as the champ swung her boot through, Becky dropped to her back and let the limb shoot over. Grabbing Treymane’s planted leg, Clayton yanked and sent the Knockout spilling to the deck face and chest-first. Becky dove atop Veronica, reestablishing her Side Headlock. The dirty blonde hardbody rose, tugging a groaning Treymane with her.
Surging to a corner with the titleholder in tow, Clayton looked ready to leap into a Bulldog, but the GI drew her captive all the way to the buckles. Racing up the corner using her foe as a base, Becky planted her boots against the top buckle and pumped her folded legs. The U-turn sent Clayton flying away from the corner and whipping Veronica around with her, Treymane’s face PLANTED into the thinly-covered plywood with a Springboard Bulldog of sorts.
A blasted Veronica barrel rolled to her back, dark eyes glassy as they gazed to the rafters. Beside her, a seated Clayton climbed atop her foe, hooking a leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
Treymane bucked loose, shoving Becky up to her haunches in the process. Clayton pushed to her feet.
“Don’t want to make you wait, Ronnie,” Becky snarled.
She grabbed a shoulder and an elbow and directed the Dangerous Dame to her feet, switching seamlessly to press her palms into chest and pelvis as Clayton started to send the champ up in a Military Press, the crowd ‘ooohing’ as Clayton tried to shove Veronica high overhead.
But halfway up the wriggling Treymane slipped free and slid down Clayton’s back, the effort to go this big a bit premature on the part of the GI.
Feeling her lose control of Veronica, Clayton immediately took off for the ropes in but only gets a step before the Neo-Noir Knockout reached out, grabbed her foe’s dirty blonde locks with both hands and ripped Clayton to her back, the Army brat’s spine SLAMMING against the canvas. The New Era Natural looked down at a wincing Becky.
“My reign’s longer than yours, but then again, it was the night I won it,” Treymane verbally parried before skipping over Clayton and rebounding out of the strands to her foe’s side. Veronica leapt, long sinewy legs extended over Becky’s throat and chest.
Treymane landed with a resounding THUMP, but her foe’s rolled clear and the yipping Ronnie rubbed at her bruised tailbone while Clayton scrambled to her feet.
“So I guess I better get another one,” Becky barked, collecting Veronica’s head with two hands and pulling the blonde to her feet.
Veronica brought a right fist with her and planted it against Becky’s jaw. The head of the Army brat swung wildly but returned with a right-fisted volley alongside, the return fire finding a home against Ronnie’s chin.
The enamored crowd chanted ‘YAY…’YAY’…’YAY’…’YAY’ as the following four punches cracked into their target, each woman taking her turn, the FAWNatics enjoying their favorites tearing into the other, fair and square against the jaw. The only dissenter was Veronica’s seemingly uninterested valet, Alexis, who ‘BOO’ed each of the connections with a smirk creasing her lips, the disdain louder for her boss than the challenger.
Treymane blocked Clayton’s follow-up fist and leveled a return right at the point of the veteran’s chin. But Becky ducked under, her arms wrapping tightly around the ivory-skinned tummy of the World Champion. Cinching tight, Clayton exploded out of her crouch and heaved Veronica up and WAY over, the blonde CRASHING to the canvas from an Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex.
Treymane skidded to a stop after the collision, her body arching in pain as she reached for the base of her spine. Her massage was cut short as a risen Clayton stomped a boot into her foe’s lower vertebrae. Snatching Veronica by the scruff of the champ’s neck, Becky hauled Treymane to her feet and rushed her foe to the nearest set of buckles.
The GI drew the head of a wide-eyed Veronica back and SLAMMED her face into the top ONE…TWO…THREE times. On the floor below the corner post, Alexis started a count the fans picked up and Becky seemed inspired, THUMPING the blonde’s braincase in EIGHT…NINE…and TEN TIMES.
Releasing, Clayton watched as Ronnie drunkenly staggered out to mid-ring. Clayton raised the middle and index fingers on her right hand and pointed them at her eyes then at Alexis.
“Don’t even think about it, private!” Becky shouted.
The Filipino held up outstretched palms.
“Always been a fan, old-timer. Even if Portia called you a soft touch.”
“I’ve broken that bytch in half,” Becky growled, turning her attention back to the champion, whose wobbly trek had turned her in a loop headed back toward Clayton.
“Yeah. But I finished the job,” Suguitan mumbled under her breath as Becky settled in a three-point stance.
The GI exploded out of the starting block and SPEARED the HOLY HELL out of Veronica, the Neo-Noir Knockout folding at the waist, nearly ripped in half by the look of the impact. Becky DROVE the demolished Treymane into the deck and pressed tight in a full body pin after the spread-eagled Ronnie slid to a stop, the blonde’s limbs pointed to every direction on the compass.
Becky’s palms press into the wrists of the soon-to-be former champion for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Veronica rolled to the right and ended atop the startled Clayton for…
ONE…
TWO…
Becky rolled the duo back to their previous position, the ref counting…
ONE…
TWO…
This time Treymane kicked her way free, the hardbody veteran using the momentum to pop to her feet. She turned an eye toward the official who held up two fingers and Clayton nodded.
“Alright,” she said, laying a boot into Veronica’s ribs.
Treymane’s body collapsed around the impact. The Dangerous Dame groaning as she rolled to her chest and pushed to all fours before a stomp to the middle of her spinal column from the challenger returned her to the canvas.
“On your feet, recruit,” Becky shouted, motioning Veronica up for more, the non-millennials in the crowd roaring for one of the faves of the old guard.
Over the course of the last six years Veronica had honed her craft under the tutelage of her older sister, Susannah Burlingame, Sydney Deschain and even Cassandra Vale. Suffice to say, she’d developed an immunity to even the roughest of training techniques a long time ago. Even so, she didn’t much care for Clayton treating her like some wet behind the ears Daisy fresh off the bus from basic training, which was why she powered to her feet mere seconds after the Camouflage Crusher made her demand.
“What’s next, Sarge?” Treymane asked without bothering to mop the sweat from her brow. “Can we keep wrestling or do I have to run the obstacle course first?”
Becky smirked and rolled her shoulders. “The obstacle’s right here, ‘Ronnie. If you think you need to hit the ropes before you give it a shot…” she extended her hand to the strands behind the champion. “…be my guest.”
Veronica pondered this for a moment, then backed up and twisted around on one heel. Outside, Alexis sighed deeply. “God you’re such nerds, would you two just hit each other allHEY! GREAT SHOT, TREYMANE!” Suguitan blanched, put a hand over her mouth, then muttered, “I mean, go suck a tailpipe, asshat.” The reason for Alexis’s retracted statement came when Veronica’s about face (and apparent retreat) transformed into a three sixty spin that ended with her THWHACKING her right forearm into Clayton’s left cheek.
DISCUS FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpMvPSX3lJA
Caught off guard by the abrupt retaliation, Becky stumbled heavily but steadied herself without taking a knee. Blinking off the worst of the fog, Becky regarded Veronica with watchful, narrowed eyes. “Not exactly above board, sweetheart.”
Treymane stood her ground. “Stomping a girl flat when she’s trying to get off her knees isn’t all that sporting either, private Daisy. So make up your mind. Are you here to wrestle? Or are you here to figNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Clayton answered the question with a straight right hand that snapped the other blonde’s head to the side in a tangle of long locks and a spray of fine sweat. Now it was the Pinstripe Powerhouse’s turn to stagger. She may very well have made it to the ropes if Becky hadn’t reached out and stuffed both hands into the champion‘s armpits. Without so much as a word she took a big step back, torqued her hips and hurled Treymane up, over and most importantly down, ‘Ronnie just CRASHING to the deck as victim of a bunker busting Beal Toss.
Impressed in spite of herself, a wide-eyed Alexis smacked the mat in decidedly tentative fashion. “Uhhhh, you got her now, boss! Just let her keep tossing you, she’s bound to get tired sooner or later!” Veronica heard the ‘advice’ but paid it no mind, she was too busy sucking wind and peeling herself off the mat. She’d barely reached one knee when the challenger stomped over, planted a boot against her shoulder and pushed hard enough to spill Treymane onto her back.
“I came here to win a World Championship.” Becky finally answered her foe’s question as Veronica set about picking herself up again. “Whether it’s a wrestling match, a bar fight or a good old fashioned beatdown, I’ll do whatever’s necessary.”
Upright once more, the Dangerous Dame massaged some of the kinks from her shoulders and lower back. “Sounding decidedly mercenary there, Daisy. Since when did you start believing in shades of gray?”
“Ever since a pair of undeserving showoffs strolled into this place and took credit for finishing off Portia VanBuren. Everyone knows Baby was always running scared from me, and yet you and your pet bytch (Alexis: “HEY!”) are reaping the benefits of my campaign.”
Anger flashed across Treymane’s pretty face, yet she managed to reel in the worst of her retort. Voice low and cool, she said, “I broke her down, Alexis mopped her up. It’s not my fault… or hers… that you could never finish the joNNNGGGGHHH!”
Becky stamped in, snatched a huge handful of hair and THWHUNKED a Headbutt square between the younger woman’s eyes. Eyes watering something fierce, Treymane tried to clinch the challenger into a stalemate and ate a stiff slap for her troubles. “Don’t you DARE lecture me on getting the job done!” Clayton seethed. “I might take that from London or even West, but I’m sure as f*ck not going to take it from the punk-ass little sister of FAWN’s favorite ex-GGGUUUNNNHHHH!”
Fighting through her stupor to dish out some serious retribution, Treymane stormed into the breach and shut Clayton’s trap with a quick, mean Forearm Smash across the mouth. This lead into an equally mean left-handed slap upside the head and a hard low kick to the challenger’s left shin. Becky snarled, raised that foot off the mat without thinking and was thus quite off balance when the Neo-Noir Knockout whipped around and PWAAAAKED her beneath the eye with a huge Spinning Backfist. Becky took the blow full force and still didn’t go down so Treymane peeled off one more twist and would’ve turned her inside out with a Discus Lariat if Clayton hadn’t charged forward and THWHAPPED a heavy Kneelift across opposing midsection!
Damn-near T-Boned out of her Drive By Night Flurry, Treymane could only gape in gut-shot anguish when Becky wrapped one hand around her throat stuffed the other between her thighs. The Army Brat’s first attempt at a Military Press hadn’t gone all that well, this one however went off without a hitch, as evidenced by the ‘ooohhh’s’ and ‘aaaaahhhh’s’ of the sold-out crowd and the champ’s reluctant valet. Forcing herself to maintain the stall for much longer than the usual duration, Becky turned in a slow circle and bellowed, “THIS IS MY NIGHT, FAWN! THIS DAME IS GOOD, BUT SHE’S NO MATCH FOR ME!” Suguitan started to offer up one opinion or another only to stifle it behind a cringe when Clayton twisted a quarter circle and let gravity deposit the World Champ on her right shoulder. Corralling her across the hips and neck, the rampaging robo-babe pushed onto tiptoes and dove forward and down to THAWHAM her victim into the mat!
BLACK OPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ojeREsI-CT0
Starfished and glassy eyed after her encounter with Black Ops, Treymane offered no resistance when Becky slid across her chest and hooked the far leg. She’d just pulled it tight when Castle swooped in to count…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Veronica kicked out at two and a half, leaving Alexis simultaneously irritated and relieved. “C’mon TCM!” the exotic brunette snapped. “Get off your ass and show this has-been how it’s done!”
Clayton looked up from the task of filling her hands with Treymane’s hair. “What’d you say, penthouse?”
“I said spike her no-talent, pinstripe lovin’ ass!” the Filipino Phenom changed her story without missing a beat.
Dismissing Suguitan with a contemptuous snort, Becky twined her fingers a little deeper into Veronica’s hair and used those hooks to haul her to boot-leather. With the Dangerous Dame in no position to stop her, Clayton dipped under Treymane’s right arm even as she hooked her own right arm across the champ’s chest. Pressing her other hand to the small of Veronica’s back to keep her in one place, the Army of One Hot Chick shifted weight to her left foot and methodically THWHUMPED her right thigh into her rival’s abs not once, not twice, but half a dozen times! Increasingly pliant as the drubbing continued, Treymane might’ve slopped to her knees if Becky hadn’t grabbed a handful of waistband and straightened her up with a callous wedgie.
“Guess that means you’ve had enough.” Clayton said to no one in particular. “Good, let’s finish this.” No more preamble, she only dipped her knees hauled Treymane off her feet for-- THWHONK! Veronica curled her right arm around Becky’s head and held on for dear life, a desperation counter than turned the huge Uranage into an equally thunderous DDT! Planted full force against the canvas, Becky somersaulted onto her back and immediately swaddled her head in her arms while Treymane rolled the other way and curled up around her devastated midsection.
Clayton and Treymane struggled with their maladies, the war between them exacting its toll. It’s the younger woman who forced through the pain more quickly, ignoring it to push to her feet and stride toward the stunned Becky. The powerful reversal leaving the GI in an addled state, Veronica was able to corral the dirty blonde’s noggin and tug Clayton to vertical.
The Pinstripe Powerhouse thrust a knee into Becky’s navel on the way, lifting the Army grunt to tiptoes while simultaneously doubling her over. Working to a position next to the side of the bowed Clayton, Treymane tugged Becky’s left arm between her foe’s legs, making sure to thump it uncomfortably into Clayton’s crotch, while slipping her torso under the opposite arm of her foe, securing a Pumphandle position on the veteran.
Shouting defiantly, Veronica launched the Army of One Hot Chick high into her arms, cradled at shoulder level. The Dangerous Dame dropped to one knee and nearly split Becky’s backbone in two with her signature ‘Journey Into Fear’.
JOURNEY INTO FEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-2mVWZigWA
The crowd groaned sympathetically as Treymane pushed what’s left of Clayton off her knee and let the GI pool on the canvas, the Daisy damaged, likely beyond repair for tonight’s title tilt. On the sidelines, Alexis mustered the requisite amount of enthusiasm, rolling her dark eyes.
Ronnie dropped across the mewling Becky, hooking her far leg to boot for the satisfying…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Clayton shoved a shoulder off, showing not inordinate strength but instead determination not to give up on her chance to be FAWN’s Queen of the Hill. Alexis failed to hide a slight fist pump while a smirking, kneeling Treymane considered other ideas.
“Bad idea to bring up Rach, Sarge,” Ronnie informed. “Not a way to win hearts and minds.”
Veronica rose and brought Becky along, tugging the pliant Camo Crusader up but keeping her bent at the waist. Treymane looped her arms under those of Becky and locked in the Double Underhook, Clayton squirming but in no condition to break loose from the champion.
Veronica used her solid base and gravity to bring Becky to the canvas, dropping to her back and propping Becky in the air above her. The Pinstriper slipped her legs inside those of Clayton and stretched the stems of the Army grunt wide. Her foe trapped in a Butterfly style Wishbone Stretch, Treymane worked all four limbs viciously while keeping the blood draining to Clayton’s braincase in a beautiful work of submission art.
BUTTERFLY WISHBONE STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtlnYqY7ZdI
The FAWNatics roared their approval as Veronica kept Clayton suspended in the embarrassing, limb-testing torture, the assembled and the Filipino Phenom picking up a chant of “TAP…TAP…TAP” out of appreciation for the work of the Powerhouse.
Not that Clayton could tap, but she also refused to provide a verbal surrender and the one-time World titleholder outlasted Treymane’s ability to keep her shoulders off the mat, Ronnie giving up the lock and tossing Clayton aside when the ref slapped for ‘ONE’.
Ending on her side, curled into a loose ball, Becky rolled her shoulders then gave her inner thighs a squeeze to massage her groin muscles back from the tensed stretch they’d endured.
“Feeling a little creaky?” Veronica snarked, shaking out her arms before using them to slap a Headlock on her foe and yank Clayton to wobbly feet. Showing the fight that made her a star, Becky ignored the battering, broke free and swept a lightning-quick Leg Lariat toward the throat of the champ. But Veronica ducked the effort and when Becky pirouetted through a 360 to face Treymane once more, the Pinstripe Powerhouse threw an arm across Becky’s chest and launched the Army of One Hot Chick skyward, laying out to deliver a ring-rattling arm-trap STO.
ARM TRAP STO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XBkXk6XnH2g
Veronica reached for the far leg of the blasted Becky, the limp limb pulled into a cradle, Clayton’s knee pressed to her chest by the champ for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Clayton fought out of another hole and managed to stay alive in the fight for her second title reign. She flopped to her side, glassy-eyed but remaining viable if for at least three more seconds.
Veronica seemed set on the time being not much more than that, furiously tugging the rubbery Clayton to her feet by a wrist and using that handhold to draw Becky’s arm across her throat. Veronica bent Becky toward her signature Kiss Me Deadly.
But before Treymane could leap to a tuck atop Clayton’s spine and rip her to the deck with disastrous results for the GI, Becky spun out of the straightjacket grip and summoned her remaining adrenaline supply to tug Treymane side by side, facing in the opposite direction, and LAUNCHING the Neo-Noir Knockout HIGH and PLANTING Veronica with a lethal Uranage!
URANAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SIi4MIfiIbE
Treymane spread out in a demolished starfish next to a splayed, facedown Becky. The two exhausted grapplers laid motionless for several long seconds, the official starting his count on both and reaching ‘SIX’ before Becky lifted an arm akin to overcooked spaghetti and dropped it across Veronica’s chest for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Veronica shoved the limb off, appearing able to do no more. However, it’s all she needed to stay alive. The blonde rolled to her chest and pushed to hands and knees while Clayton sat up next to her. The veteran stared at the World Champion with a startled gaze showing Becky now had an inkling as to why Veronica’s made it so far so fast. Alexis knew the feeling all too well. She scowled at the result, momentarily turning her gaze to the FAWNatics.
That there’s anything approaching a race to verticality had the crowd revved to full capacity, ‘This is awesome’ chants breaking out throughout the crowd.
While both women reached their feet together, the GI did so in working order. Becky grabbed Treymane by a shoulder and spun the champ to face her. Still in a daze, Veronica could manage little when Clayton dipped and slung an arm between the long sinewy stems of the Dangerous Dame.
Becky ‘hupped’ her foe across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry, deftly folding Treymane’s legs in an ‘X’ at the shins. Clayton’s steadied herself, controlling Veronica’s suddenly frantic writhing, and spun the champ off, sending her plummeting to the canvas between her extended legs as she sits out, hitting her signature ‘Army of One.’
ARMY OF ONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nz9GPZjiL3A
With Veronica pre-packaged for the pin, all Becky had to do was hold on for the anticlimactic three-count.
A delighted Alexis led the crowd with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEENOOOO!
Suguitan’s hands raced into her ebony locks and raked her mane back in amazement and that’s only a fraction of the response in a distraught Clayton who stared at the ref with pleading eyes, only to receive two raised fingers. She gaped into space gobsmacked by the kick-out, a chant of ‘BECK-EE…BECK-EE…BECK-EE’ barely breaking through.
That a veteran could still be surprised was on display in spades, but Becky’s Brigade finally prodded the GI back to action. She rose majestically, glistening and awesome in her strength and stamina. The robo-babe lifted a thumb to her throat and drew it across, signaling the end, though delayed, was VERY near..
Grabbing a still horizontal Veronica by the head with both hands, Clayton dragged the jellied blonde to her feet then scooped and lifted the champion to her right shoulder, Treymane suspended, half of the champ’s frame on each side, Becky ready to finish things with her SNAFU.
But before Clayton could shift her grip to Ronnie’s skull and drop to the canvas, Treymane fought out of Becky’s grasp, dropping to the mat behind her challenger. Veronica shoved the GI forward and the Army of One Hot Chick used the momentum to race into the ropes, rebound, and sprint at a wavering Treymane, Becky lifting the Biggest Boot of her life at the chin of the champ.
Cringing in anticipation of the impact, Alexis started to look away, then dropped her jaw alongside the FAWNatics when Veronica exploded into the incoming challenger and unleashed a Big Boot of her own! The stereo strikes THWHACKED off their intended targets and Clayton and Treymane spun away from one another like puppets with cut strings.
GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-t-DWvt7CNU
If one had landed atop the other the match would’ve been over then and there, but the blondes crashed down a few feet removed from one another, leaving Castle to deliver the standing ten count. Damned near certain this one was gonna end in a double stoppage, the senior official waited as long as he could before starting in. “ONE… TWO…. THREE… FOUR… FIVE…. SIX… SEVEN…. EIGHT… NINE…”
Becky sat up and Veronica pushed to one knee, the weary warriors refusing to let their clash finish with anything so indecisive as a tie. Though neither woman looked like what you’d call steady, Clayton regained the high ground a little before the Dangerous Dame and made her pay for the second place finish with a ramshackle Double Axehandle delivered between Treymane’s shoulders. Veronica hit the deck with a groan that got a bit wheezier when Becky hopped up off her knees and crashed down across her exposed back in a Splash. Seemingly galvanized by the feel of Treymane yielding beneath her, the Camouflage Crusher pounded a fist against the mat, then shot the Half Nelson and rolled Veronica onto her back to stretch out atop her chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
A hand under Becky’s chin forced the break with half a second to spare AND burned through a small but important piece of Clayton’s self control. “You want to slap me? Huh, you want to slap me?” She snatched hold of Veronica’s hair in one hand, yanked her to a seat and pinked her cheek with a stiff forehand slap. Clayton followed with another and another and another, years of frustration finally bubbling over in the form of this furious, bytchy barrage. Credit to the World Champion, she tried to cover up, even got a hand in the robo-babe’s face at one point, yet the resistance only spurred Becky to increased hostilities and Treymane was ultimately ‘slapped down’ until she was once again flat on the canvas. Clayton immediately hooked one leg and jammed her other forearm against the ridge of her rival’s jaw. “YOU’RE DONE, RECRUIT!” the challenger barked like a drill sergeant as Castle swooped in to count…
ONE…
TWO…
Veronica wrenched loose, rolling onto her stomach almost in time with the ‘TWO!’
“Goddamned right!” Suguitan pounded a fist against the apron without realizing what she’d done. “Get your ass up, Pinstri--”
Clayton leveled her with a death glare that killed Alexis’s support on the spot. Graced with relative peace and quiet once again, Becky grabbed Veronica at shoulder and hip and tugged her onto her back once more. She didn’t go for a pin though, rather she knotted her hands into a Double Axehandle and THWHUMPED it deep into the pit of the Neo-Noir Knockout’s tummy. Treymane sat up with a heavy ‘guuuuhhhhh!’ then got knocked right back down when Clayton slammed that same Axehandle off her chin!
Still no follow up cover as the powerful blonde got to her feet, skipped over the pinstriped wreckage and ran the ropes. Once bounce wasn’t enough and neither was two, as Clayton hopped over her fallen prey a grand total of three times before she finally launched into a leap high enough to allow full extension on the truncated Frog Splash she THWHAMMED across Treymane’s abdomen! Veronica’s legs popped up and Becky bundled both of ‘em, the domineering veteran transitioning into a seamless back-press that had Treymane’s rump pointed toward the rafters for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Veronica got a shoulder up at the last possible second, leaving the FAWNatics delighted, Becky disgusted and Alexis some odd combination of the two. Lips set in a grim, determined line, the Army of One Hot Chick got to her feet and stamped on the champion’s chest to make sure she didn’t rise in the next few seconds. “That girl’s gonna miss three to four weeks with cracked ribs, Nick.” Becky told the ref as she headed toward the nearest corner. “And it’s all because you’re counting too f*cking slow.”
Castle decided silence was the best option, so he kept his distance and let Clayton slip onto the apron without comment. Reaching the top floor in relatively short order despite her aches and pains, Becky heard cheers and smiled at the appreciation for her rarely seen high flying game. Then she heard Suguitan mutter something vaguely positive and cursed because Treymane was on her feet when she should’ve been sucking wind on the canvas. Dismissing her anger in the span between heartbeats, Clayton steadied her footing then stood up straight, all the better to welcome the stumbling champion. “All right, recruit,” Becky murmured as Veronica shambled her way toward the corner, “you wanted the heaviest ordinance? You got it.”
Already on the edge of their seats, the sold out crowd leapt to their feet as Clayton took to the sky with a flawless Diving Crossbody that took Treymane across the chest with a heavy THWHAP! The blondes went down hard with the challenger on top, but it didn’t last long because the Dangerous Dame somersaulted through the landing and clambered to boot leather with Becky squirming in place against her chest.
“Note to self,” Alexis said under her breath, “Don’t dive at this bytch.”
More cheers from the FAWNatics when Veronica tossed her burden from one stall to another, Clayton landing slumped on opposing shoulders for a Powerbomb. Hands already locked, Veronica pushed up on tiptoe and TWHAWHAMMED the Camouflage Crusher into the thinly-sheathed plywood. Becky’s head bounced nastily but her shoulders stayed planted so Castle hurried over and-- Treymane let out a growl and hauled the gobsmacked battler back to start for a SECOND Powerbomb in perhaps three seconds. Practically crated by the high power offense, damned if Clayton didn’t squeeeeeeeeze her legs around the champion’s head and pound a half dozen woozy punches off her forehead. It was all for naught, Treymane just hoisted her up again and put another Becky shaped divot in the mat with a third Powerbomb! Breaking her clasp after that last impact, Veronica braced her hands against Clayton’s lower back and shoved hard enough to roll her backward into a discombobulated crouch.
The Neo-Noir Knockout rushed in at once, burying her hands in Becky’s hair, hauling her upright and stuffing her head under one arm. The Double Underhook came next, Treymane’s hands sliding under the challenger’s armpits and lacing tight across her upper back. All too familiar with what happened next, Suguitan shook the middle rope and called, “C’mon Clayton, you got this! Don’t let her do-- oh for f*ck’s sake.” Veronica swung to the right, then snapped left and spun over into a flawless barrel roll that THWHONKED Becky’s forehead into the mat. Clayton hit at an angle and corkscrewed onto her back where she remained glassy and dazed when Treymane splashed down atop her chest. Far leg hooked tight, Veronica kept her other palm pressed to the mat while Castle counted off…
DAISY CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NvK1MwS-Ng
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded over the roar of the crowd, granting Treymane permission to drop her opponent’s leg and lean back on her haunches. Exhausted in a way she’d never felt after a win, Veronica barely mustered the energy to raise a hand when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
Nick approached with the strap at about the same time Alexis slid under the bottom rope. Veronica went on the defensive at once, but when Suguitan got to her feet she went for Clayton. “Don’t even think about it, Alexis.” the champ croaked. “I won. That’s enough.”
“Really?” the brunette’s tone was sharp with incredulity. “She bytch-slapped you like you were nothing but swimsuit SPAM! Dog-face needs to learn a lesson!”
Veronica shook her head and walked over. “She can slap me all she wants, I still won. Tempers flare when the stakes are high, you know that as well as I do. Here, help me help her up.”
Suguitan rolled her eyes dangerously hard, but she did in fact help Treymane get Clayton on her feet. “You’re damned lucky.” Alexis sneered before Veronica had a chance to speak. “I would’ve made you my bytch for all that crap you pulled. Lucky for you the champ’s feeling generous.” Done with kindness for the day (quite possibly the month) Alexis moved to a corner and started jawing with some idiot foolish enough to wear a Portia shirt in her presence.
“That’s the hardest I’ve ever been hit.” Veronica told Becky. “And I had a cage match with Cassandra Vale.”
Clayton sighed and closed her eyes, the powerful battler clearly struggling with her emotions after coming up short in another effort to claim FAWN’s top prize. “Wasn’t enough, though. It’s never en--” she trailed off and shook her head. “You hit damned hard too, Veronica. Thank you for the opportunity. I hope to earn another while that belt is still around your waist.” Becky extended a hand, Veronica took it and pulled her into a one-armed hug.
“Whenever you want.” she murmured in Clayton’s ear. “All you have to do is ask.”
Becky nodded, pulled away. “I will. But not until I’ve earned the right to do so. Be seein’ you, champ.”
Summoning a last bit of energy, Clayton saluted the victor, then turned around and limped her way out of the ring, leaving Veronica to celebrate with the Treymane Gang and one miffed Penthouse Panther.
HEROES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qi8q_t3le60
“Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall with a one hour time limit!”” the Announcer declares, “and it is for the FAWN WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!”
Even with the amplification, the man’s voice was nearly drowned by the roar of the crowd.
“Introducing first, she is the challenger, Hailing from Denver, Colorado. She stands five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. She is a former WOLF World champion, FAWN World champion and FAWN Tag Team champion. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Camouflage Crusher… the Army of One Hot Chick… BEEECCCKKKYYY CLLLAAAYYYTTTOOONNN!!!!!"
BECKY CLAYTON:
Bex burst through the curtains, settling mid-stage with a look that screams her second reign as Queen of the Hill was starting within an hour. The imposing robo-babe greeted her fans with a jaunty two-fisted bicep flex. Clayton was decked out in a camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with matching forest green pads and boots and a few wraps of camouflage wrist tape.
Having rallied proper support from her troops, Becky started down to the squared circle. Though she’s obviously eager to get tonight’s war underway, the gorgeous GI still took time to slap hands on both sides of the aisle, every ounce of support from her Brigade would come in handy tonight.
Breaking into a jog once she’s traversed the aisle, Clayton bounded up the steel steps and leaps over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, Becky spun toward the hard camera and snapped off a crisp salute. Finally, a bit of nervousness showed as her music faded and she begins eagerly pacing back and forth down the length of the ring, waiting for the champion to provide her what might be the last opportunity of a FAWN lifetime.
Castle was in the midst of checking Becky’s artillery when the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing first, accompanied to the ring by her Gun Moll, Alexis Suguitan,” this brought a roar from the FAWNatics, as many were getting a peak at the brunette’s new look for the very first time, “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
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
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’. Prior to ‘Mania the champ would’ve come through the curtain just about now, but tonight she was preceded by the aforementioned Moll, Alexis slinking into view with her eyes glittering and her head held high. “Go on, go ahead and say it, I can see it all over your faces!” she told the roaring crowd. “I make this hokey crap look GOOD!”
Indeed she did. Instead of her usual white togs or slinky red satin, the former Associate was dressed in a short black dress, ruffled at the bottom, then segueing into a double breasted black and white pin-stripe jacket with black satin lapels and matching cuffs rolled up above her elbows. Perhaps in a nod to her AHW roots, the bottom edges of her jacket narrowed down to the width of garters and damned if they didn’t clip into the sheer stockings that stopped around mid-thigh. The look was finished with a black kerchief around her neck and a gleaming white hat with a black band cocked at a rakish angle. She looked like a mobster’s wife about to stroll into a PI’s office in search of assistance… or to ice the lout before he learned too much.
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Smirking as cameras went off all over, Suguitan stepped aside and glanced back to the curtain, careful to keep her face neutral as the champion stormed into view. Sheathed in the black edition of her usual trench-coat and fedora, Veronica Treymane posted up at the top of the ramp and bellowed, “ON YOUR FEET YOU’SE MUGS, IT’S ABOUT TO GET LOUD!”
Anyone who wasn’t already on their feet (there were only a few) hopped to as Treymane whipped 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. Beside her, Alexis couldn’t help but dip her head in silent approval, the blonde was an insufferable bytch, but she knew how to make an entrance. Setting it on her shoulder once the clip hit empty, Treymane tipped her hat to the crowd, then motioned Suguitan to join her on the march to ringside.
For tonight’s battle against a former World Champion and one of the single strongest women in professional wrestling period, the Dangerous Dame her usual ‘championship’ togs, boy-cut trunks in dark blue with white pinstripes. Her top was 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.
Careful to keep one eye on Alexis and the other on Becky, Veronica slapped several hands on either side of the aisle, then did the same as she made a circuit of the squared circle. Quick to ascend the steel steps, she set her hat on the post, then shrugged off the jacket and handed it and the barking iron to Alexis. “Remember our last conversation, Alexis?”
Suguitan sighed so heavily she thought she might dislocate her jaw. “No pointing it at Gordy.”
“Unless?”
“Unless Joanna says it’s ok. Damn, ONE TIME and now you won’t let me do anything fun.”
Treymane looked around the ring, saw someone holding a sign that said ‘FROM MANILLA TO JERSEY, BABY’S GONNA GET YOU, ALEXIS!’ She nodded in his direction. “Feel free to have fun with your fan club.”
Suguitan noted the mouth breather and dismissed him at once. “You’re not the boss of me.” Veronica arched an eyebrow. “Oh f*ck off.”
The Penthouse Panther stomped over to the Timekeeper to drop off Veronica’s gangster shtick while the champ dipped through the ropes and thanked the crowd with one more pose before offering wrists, knees and boots for final inspection.
The bell sounded and the crowd, already amped, got that much louder as the pair of blonde powerhouses left their respective corners on a beeline for the center of the ring. Slowing her pace as the distance shrank, Becky came to a stop and offered her right hand to the champion, who shook it at once. “Good luck, Veronica.” Clayton said when they broke apart shortly thereafter. “I hope you came ready for a fight because I’m going all on for that World Title. Gonna hit you as hard as I can, girl. I won’t injure you, but I will hurt you. All night long if I have to.”
Veronica nodded and rolled her shoulders, a competitive smile curling her lips ever so slightly. “I didn’t come into a match with one half of the BFG’s expecting any slap and tickle nonsense, Daisy. Bring the heaviest ordinance you’ve got, because I’m ready for a fire--”
“Oh for F*CK’s sake, just slap her face already! You’re the goddamned World Champ!”
Veronica sighed, held up a finger to Becky, then glanced to her valet. “One more comment and you’ll wear polka dots instead of pinstripes. Understood?”
The Penthouse Panther narrowed her eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.”
Suguitan didn’t, so Treymane returned her attention to the challenger. “Sorry about that. Where were we?”
Becky smiled and licked her teeth. “You were just about to bring everything you’ve got.”
Treymane stepped back, raised one hand and beckoned the challenger forward with a ‘just bring it’ that got the FAWNatics roaring all over again. “Whenever you’re ready, DaisYEEERRGGGHH!”
The Camouflage Crusher swatted Veronica’s hand aside, stormed through the breach and cinched one powerful arm around the blonde’s noggin. Jerking Treymane forward and down, Becky locked her hands and wedged the champ’s temple against the point of her left hip in a brawny Side Headlock. Well versed in using the basics to wear down even the most stubborn foes, Clayton pushed onto her tiptoes, squeezed a little harder and quickly dropped to one knee, forcing Treymane to follow along with her adjustments or risk losing her balance entirely.
The Dangerous Dame did so quite admirably, thanks in no small part to the arm she’d curled across her attacker’s lower back. Palming Clayton’s right hip for extra leverage, Veronica tested Becky’s tummy with a few tart slaps, then set to work pushing at her left elbow. Becky soaked up the resistance without comment, shook her head ‘no’ and poured a little more pressure into the younger woman’s temples. “That’s not gonna do it, ‘Ronnie.” she said with a grin. “Can’t finesse your way out of this Bear TraWHOOOAAAHH!”
Having reached the same conclusion herself, Treymane knotted her hands around Clayton’s waist and surged back to a vertical base. Even more impressive, she muscled the other blonde off the mat by a good three feet! The CNP crowd braced themselves for a Backdrop Suplex but Treymane was out to make a point a bit more emphatic than simple offense. So rather than dump Clayton on the back of her head, she stomped over to the ropes and hoisted Becky even higher! Setting her foe down on the apron once she’d cleared the strands, Treymane grabbed the middle rope in both hands and waited for Castle to start the count.
She didn’t wait long, Becky released the Headlock before the ref said so much as a word. Free of the squeeze, Veronica straightened up fast and smoothed back her hair without breaking eye contact with Becky. After a moment she said, “I don’t need finesse, Daisy. I’m stronger than you and I’m happy to prove it.” Gauntlet dropped, she backed off fast so Clayton could join her without fear of a cheap shot.
Becky, who’s competitive juices always ran at a steady simmer, found herself at rolling boil after Treymane deposited her on the apron like a lightweight, grabbed hold of the top rope and vaulted back into the ring like her last name was London or Burlingame. Landing in a springy crouch, Clayton started forward and circled left, forcing Treymane to turn with her to thwart the flanking attempt. “You’re stronger than you look, ‘Ronnie.” Becky noted as she probed the champ’s defenses for weaknesses. “Care to find out how strong I am?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
The blondes drew together like they were magnetized, nose to nose, tummy to tummy as they sought to impose will from the Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Clayton had momentum on her side thanks to her initial lunge, but she didn’t make it more than three steps before Treymane dug in and ground the march to a halt. Just as surprising, the Neo-Noir Knockout reclaimed all that ground and several steps more, forcing the Army of One Hot Chick to plant one leg behind her like an improvised kickstand. Veronica grunted, then snarled ever so softly when Clayton steadied her footing and pushed the champ back on her heels. No marching for either of them this time, the strong blondes broke apart with a mutual shove and resumed circling.
“What’s the matter, champ?” Becky asked after a couple rotations. “Not as strong as you thought you were?”
“Oh, I’m as strong as I’ve ever been.” Treymane answered at once. “Just a little surprised you weren’t able to push me around more when I was only giving you half power.”
Clayton stopped and shook her head, clearly amused. “Sass? That’s what I get for taking it easy on you? All right ‘Ronnie, we’ll go full auto from here on NGGGHHH!”
Veronica stepped forward and clouted Clayton across the tits with a Forearm Smash that rocked her back several steps. “I’m the World Champion, Daisy. Half measures aren’t going to work on mUUFFFHH!”
Clayton returned fire with a Forearm of her own and immediately followed it with an open-handed slap that twisted the younger blonde’s head to one side. “You’re not gonna be champ for long if you slap me in the face agNNNNGGGHHH!”
Veronica grabbed a double handful of Becky’s hair, pulled her down and brought her right knee up to THWHONK against opposing forehead. Becky staggered but didn’t lose her balance so Treymane walked her down and CRAAACKED a huge overhand slap to the challenger’s décolletage. “Fine.” Veronica sniped as the robo-babe staggered around in a surprised circle. “If your cheeks can’t handle the sting, how about I knee your face and slap your titsNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Becky lunged across the gap to deck her antagonist with a huge right hand, then grabbed Treymane by the scruff of the neck to hold her in place while she scooped her up on one shoulder. Cupping buttocks in one hand and the back of Veronica’s neck in the other, Clayton pushed onto tiptoes and tossed her burden to the canvas like she was nothing more than a sack of leaves. Veronica hit hard and bounced to a seat so Becky planted one foot, reared back and THWHACKED a Soccer Kick flush between her rival’s shoulders.
Treymane groaned and arched her back, which thrust her chest forward and made it a target too inviting for the challenger to pass up. Racing by on the champ’s right, Clayton hit the ropes full speed, bounced out and dove at her prey in a low flying Shoulderblock that could’ve bruised Treymane’s sternum if she hadn’t rolled clear at just the right time. Forced into an unpleasant skid along shoulder and hip, Becky came to a stop a few feet away, rose to her knees and was promptly leveled by a Running Knee that struck her along the base of the skull. Dropping to her knees even as Clayton slopped out on her chest, Veronica slapped on a Half Nelson and rolled the Camouflage Crusher onto her back so she could slide into place atop her chest, Crossbody style. Far leg hooked high and tight, Treymane pushed onto her toes and nodded along with Castle’s count…
ONE…
TWO…
Becky shoved the champion off at ‘TWO!’ or just before and sat up immediately thereafter. Knowing damned well what sort of fight she was in for, Treymane slid behind her foe, slipped both arms under Clayton’s biceps and laced her fingers across the back of the veteran’s neck. Pushing down hard on the Full Nelson, Veronica rose up on one knee and leaned forward to apply even more pressure.
“Fight out or tap out, Becky.” she muttered. “Either way, don’t make me wait.”
The Army grunt struggled as Treymane drove the ball of her bony joint between Becky’s shoulderblades.
“I said,” the Neo-Noir Knockout continued.
But before Veronica could add anything further, her robo-babe rival leans back, helping Veronica thrust her knee in even deeper but also giving Becky the leverage to rise in front of the champion with her arms still trapped. Having to follow Clayton up to keep her Nelson intact, Treymane’s biceps flexed, her blonde locks swooshing from side to side as she shook her head in dismay.
Giving up her grip just as Becky seemed ready to power out, Veronica’s hands shifted to a Three Quarters Facelock and she flipped the Army of One Hot Chick to a seat with a Snapmare. Treymane raced to the ropes in front of Clayton and rebounded toward a Soccer Kick to the chin of the veteran, Alexis offering a golf clap from the sidelines in support.
But as the champ swung her boot through, Becky dropped to her back and let the limb shoot over. Grabbing Treymane’s planted leg, Clayton yanked and sent the Knockout spilling to the deck face and chest-first. Becky dove atop Veronica, reestablishing her Side Headlock. The dirty blonde hardbody rose, tugging a groaning Treymane with her.
Surging to a corner with the titleholder in tow, Clayton looked ready to leap into a Bulldog, but the GI drew her captive all the way to the buckles. Racing up the corner using her foe as a base, Becky planted her boots against the top buckle and pumped her folded legs. The U-turn sent Clayton flying away from the corner and whipping Veronica around with her, Treymane’s face PLANTED into the thinly-covered plywood with a Springboard Bulldog of sorts.
A blasted Veronica barrel rolled to her back, dark eyes glassy as they gazed to the rafters. Beside her, a seated Clayton climbed atop her foe, hooking a leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
Treymane bucked loose, shoving Becky up to her haunches in the process. Clayton pushed to her feet.
“Don’t want to make you wait, Ronnie,” Becky snarled.
She grabbed a shoulder and an elbow and directed the Dangerous Dame to her feet, switching seamlessly to press her palms into chest and pelvis as Clayton started to send the champ up in a Military Press, the crowd ‘ooohing’ as Clayton tried to shove Veronica high overhead.
But halfway up the wriggling Treymane slipped free and slid down Clayton’s back, the effort to go this big a bit premature on the part of the GI.
Feeling her lose control of Veronica, Clayton immediately took off for the ropes in but only gets a step before the Neo-Noir Knockout reached out, grabbed her foe’s dirty blonde locks with both hands and ripped Clayton to her back, the Army brat’s spine SLAMMING against the canvas. The New Era Natural looked down at a wincing Becky.
“My reign’s longer than yours, but then again, it was the night I won it,” Treymane verbally parried before skipping over Clayton and rebounding out of the strands to her foe’s side. Veronica leapt, long sinewy legs extended over Becky’s throat and chest.
Treymane landed with a resounding THUMP, but her foe’s rolled clear and the yipping Ronnie rubbed at her bruised tailbone while Clayton scrambled to her feet.
“So I guess I better get another one,” Becky barked, collecting Veronica’s head with two hands and pulling the blonde to her feet.
Veronica brought a right fist with her and planted it against Becky’s jaw. The head of the Army brat swung wildly but returned with a right-fisted volley alongside, the return fire finding a home against Ronnie’s chin.
The enamored crowd chanted ‘YAY…’YAY’…’YAY’…’YAY’ as the following four punches cracked into their target, each woman taking her turn, the FAWNatics enjoying their favorites tearing into the other, fair and square against the jaw. The only dissenter was Veronica’s seemingly uninterested valet, Alexis, who ‘BOO’ed each of the connections with a smirk creasing her lips, the disdain louder for her boss than the challenger.
Treymane blocked Clayton’s follow-up fist and leveled a return right at the point of the veteran’s chin. But Becky ducked under, her arms wrapping tightly around the ivory-skinned tummy of the World Champion. Cinching tight, Clayton exploded out of her crouch and heaved Veronica up and WAY over, the blonde CRASHING to the canvas from an Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex.
Treymane skidded to a stop after the collision, her body arching in pain as she reached for the base of her spine. Her massage was cut short as a risen Clayton stomped a boot into her foe’s lower vertebrae. Snatching Veronica by the scruff of the champ’s neck, Becky hauled Treymane to her feet and rushed her foe to the nearest set of buckles.
The GI drew the head of a wide-eyed Veronica back and SLAMMED her face into the top ONE…TWO…THREE times. On the floor below the corner post, Alexis started a count the fans picked up and Becky seemed inspired, THUMPING the blonde’s braincase in EIGHT…NINE…and TEN TIMES.
Releasing, Clayton watched as Ronnie drunkenly staggered out to mid-ring. Clayton raised the middle and index fingers on her right hand and pointed them at her eyes then at Alexis.
“Don’t even think about it, private!” Becky shouted.
The Filipino held up outstretched palms.
“Always been a fan, old-timer. Even if Portia called you a soft touch.”
“I’ve broken that bytch in half,” Becky growled, turning her attention back to the champion, whose wobbly trek had turned her in a loop headed back toward Clayton.
“Yeah. But I finished the job,” Suguitan mumbled under her breath as Becky settled in a three-point stance.
The GI exploded out of the starting block and SPEARED the HOLY HELL out of Veronica, the Neo-Noir Knockout folding at the waist, nearly ripped in half by the look of the impact. Becky DROVE the demolished Treymane into the deck and pressed tight in a full body pin after the spread-eagled Ronnie slid to a stop, the blonde’s limbs pointed to every direction on the compass.
Becky’s palms press into the wrists of the soon-to-be former champion for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Veronica rolled to the right and ended atop the startled Clayton for…
ONE…
TWO…
Becky rolled the duo back to their previous position, the ref counting…
ONE…
TWO…
This time Treymane kicked her way free, the hardbody veteran using the momentum to pop to her feet. She turned an eye toward the official who held up two fingers and Clayton nodded.
“Alright,” she said, laying a boot into Veronica’s ribs.
Treymane’s body collapsed around the impact. The Dangerous Dame groaning as she rolled to her chest and pushed to all fours before a stomp to the middle of her spinal column from the challenger returned her to the canvas.
“On your feet, recruit,” Becky shouted, motioning Veronica up for more, the non-millennials in the crowd roaring for one of the faves of the old guard.
Over the course of the last six years Veronica had honed her craft under the tutelage of her older sister, Susannah Burlingame, Sydney Deschain and even Cassandra Vale. Suffice to say, she’d developed an immunity to even the roughest of training techniques a long time ago. Even so, she didn’t much care for Clayton treating her like some wet behind the ears Daisy fresh off the bus from basic training, which was why she powered to her feet mere seconds after the Camouflage Crusher made her demand.
“What’s next, Sarge?” Treymane asked without bothering to mop the sweat from her brow. “Can we keep wrestling or do I have to run the obstacle course first?”
Becky smirked and rolled her shoulders. “The obstacle’s right here, ‘Ronnie. If you think you need to hit the ropes before you give it a shot…” she extended her hand to the strands behind the champion. “…be my guest.”
Veronica pondered this for a moment, then backed up and twisted around on one heel. Outside, Alexis sighed deeply. “God you’re such nerds, would you two just hit each other allHEY! GREAT SHOT, TREYMANE!” Suguitan blanched, put a hand over her mouth, then muttered, “I mean, go suck a tailpipe, asshat.” The reason for Alexis’s retracted statement came when Veronica’s about face (and apparent retreat) transformed into a three sixty spin that ended with her THWHACKING her right forearm into Clayton’s left cheek.
DISCUS FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpMvPSX3lJA
Caught off guard by the abrupt retaliation, Becky stumbled heavily but steadied herself without taking a knee. Blinking off the worst of the fog, Becky regarded Veronica with watchful, narrowed eyes. “Not exactly above board, sweetheart.”
Treymane stood her ground. “Stomping a girl flat when she’s trying to get off her knees isn’t all that sporting either, private Daisy. So make up your mind. Are you here to wrestle? Or are you here to figNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Clayton answered the question with a straight right hand that snapped the other blonde’s head to the side in a tangle of long locks and a spray of fine sweat. Now it was the Pinstripe Powerhouse’s turn to stagger. She may very well have made it to the ropes if Becky hadn’t reached out and stuffed both hands into the champion‘s armpits. Without so much as a word she took a big step back, torqued her hips and hurled Treymane up, over and most importantly down, ‘Ronnie just CRASHING to the deck as victim of a bunker busting Beal Toss.
Impressed in spite of herself, a wide-eyed Alexis smacked the mat in decidedly tentative fashion. “Uhhhh, you got her now, boss! Just let her keep tossing you, she’s bound to get tired sooner or later!” Veronica heard the ‘advice’ but paid it no mind, she was too busy sucking wind and peeling herself off the mat. She’d barely reached one knee when the challenger stomped over, planted a boot against her shoulder and pushed hard enough to spill Treymane onto her back.
“I came here to win a World Championship.” Becky finally answered her foe’s question as Veronica set about picking herself up again. “Whether it’s a wrestling match, a bar fight or a good old fashioned beatdown, I’ll do whatever’s necessary.”
Upright once more, the Dangerous Dame massaged some of the kinks from her shoulders and lower back. “Sounding decidedly mercenary there, Daisy. Since when did you start believing in shades of gray?”
“Ever since a pair of undeserving showoffs strolled into this place and took credit for finishing off Portia VanBuren. Everyone knows Baby was always running scared from me, and yet you and your pet bytch (Alexis: “HEY!”) are reaping the benefits of my campaign.”
Anger flashed across Treymane’s pretty face, yet she managed to reel in the worst of her retort. Voice low and cool, she said, “I broke her down, Alexis mopped her up. It’s not my fault… or hers… that you could never finish the joNNNGGGGHHH!”
Becky stamped in, snatched a huge handful of hair and THWHUNKED a Headbutt square between the younger woman’s eyes. Eyes watering something fierce, Treymane tried to clinch the challenger into a stalemate and ate a stiff slap for her troubles. “Don’t you DARE lecture me on getting the job done!” Clayton seethed. “I might take that from London or even West, but I’m sure as f*ck not going to take it from the punk-ass little sister of FAWN’s favorite ex-GGGUUUNNNHHHH!”
Fighting through her stupor to dish out some serious retribution, Treymane stormed into the breach and shut Clayton’s trap with a quick, mean Forearm Smash across the mouth. This lead into an equally mean left-handed slap upside the head and a hard low kick to the challenger’s left shin. Becky snarled, raised that foot off the mat without thinking and was thus quite off balance when the Neo-Noir Knockout whipped around and PWAAAAKED her beneath the eye with a huge Spinning Backfist. Becky took the blow full force and still didn’t go down so Treymane peeled off one more twist and would’ve turned her inside out with a Discus Lariat if Clayton hadn’t charged forward and THWHAPPED a heavy Kneelift across opposing midsection!
Damn-near T-Boned out of her Drive By Night Flurry, Treymane could only gape in gut-shot anguish when Becky wrapped one hand around her throat stuffed the other between her thighs. The Army Brat’s first attempt at a Military Press hadn’t gone all that well, this one however went off without a hitch, as evidenced by the ‘ooohhh’s’ and ‘aaaaahhhh’s’ of the sold-out crowd and the champ’s reluctant valet. Forcing herself to maintain the stall for much longer than the usual duration, Becky turned in a slow circle and bellowed, “THIS IS MY NIGHT, FAWN! THIS DAME IS GOOD, BUT SHE’S NO MATCH FOR ME!” Suguitan started to offer up one opinion or another only to stifle it behind a cringe when Clayton twisted a quarter circle and let gravity deposit the World Champ on her right shoulder. Corralling her across the hips and neck, the rampaging robo-babe pushed onto tiptoes and dove forward and down to THAWHAM her victim into the mat!
BLACK OPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ojeREsI-CT0
Starfished and glassy eyed after her encounter with Black Ops, Treymane offered no resistance when Becky slid across her chest and hooked the far leg. She’d just pulled it tight when Castle swooped in to count…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Veronica kicked out at two and a half, leaving Alexis simultaneously irritated and relieved. “C’mon TCM!” the exotic brunette snapped. “Get off your ass and show this has-been how it’s done!”
Clayton looked up from the task of filling her hands with Treymane’s hair. “What’d you say, penthouse?”
“I said spike her no-talent, pinstripe lovin’ ass!” the Filipino Phenom changed her story without missing a beat.
Dismissing Suguitan with a contemptuous snort, Becky twined her fingers a little deeper into Veronica’s hair and used those hooks to haul her to boot-leather. With the Dangerous Dame in no position to stop her, Clayton dipped under Treymane’s right arm even as she hooked her own right arm across the champ’s chest. Pressing her other hand to the small of Veronica’s back to keep her in one place, the Army of One Hot Chick shifted weight to her left foot and methodically THWHUMPED her right thigh into her rival’s abs not once, not twice, but half a dozen times! Increasingly pliant as the drubbing continued, Treymane might’ve slopped to her knees if Becky hadn’t grabbed a handful of waistband and straightened her up with a callous wedgie.
“Guess that means you’ve had enough.” Clayton said to no one in particular. “Good, let’s finish this.” No more preamble, she only dipped her knees hauled Treymane off her feet for-- THWHONK! Veronica curled her right arm around Becky’s head and held on for dear life, a desperation counter than turned the huge Uranage into an equally thunderous DDT! Planted full force against the canvas, Becky somersaulted onto her back and immediately swaddled her head in her arms while Treymane rolled the other way and curled up around her devastated midsection.
Clayton and Treymane struggled with their maladies, the war between them exacting its toll. It’s the younger woman who forced through the pain more quickly, ignoring it to push to her feet and stride toward the stunned Becky. The powerful reversal leaving the GI in an addled state, Veronica was able to corral the dirty blonde’s noggin and tug Clayton to vertical.
The Pinstripe Powerhouse thrust a knee into Becky’s navel on the way, lifting the Army grunt to tiptoes while simultaneously doubling her over. Working to a position next to the side of the bowed Clayton, Treymane tugged Becky’s left arm between her foe’s legs, making sure to thump it uncomfortably into Clayton’s crotch, while slipping her torso under the opposite arm of her foe, securing a Pumphandle position on the veteran.
Shouting defiantly, Veronica launched the Army of One Hot Chick high into her arms, cradled at shoulder level. The Dangerous Dame dropped to one knee and nearly split Becky’s backbone in two with her signature ‘Journey Into Fear’.
JOURNEY INTO FEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-2mVWZigWA
The crowd groaned sympathetically as Treymane pushed what’s left of Clayton off her knee and let the GI pool on the canvas, the Daisy damaged, likely beyond repair for tonight’s title tilt. On the sidelines, Alexis mustered the requisite amount of enthusiasm, rolling her dark eyes.
Ronnie dropped across the mewling Becky, hooking her far leg to boot for the satisfying…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Clayton shoved a shoulder off, showing not inordinate strength but instead determination not to give up on her chance to be FAWN’s Queen of the Hill. Alexis failed to hide a slight fist pump while a smirking, kneeling Treymane considered other ideas.
“Bad idea to bring up Rach, Sarge,” Ronnie informed. “Not a way to win hearts and minds.”
Veronica rose and brought Becky along, tugging the pliant Camo Crusader up but keeping her bent at the waist. Treymane looped her arms under those of Becky and locked in the Double Underhook, Clayton squirming but in no condition to break loose from the champion.
Veronica used her solid base and gravity to bring Becky to the canvas, dropping to her back and propping Becky in the air above her. The Pinstriper slipped her legs inside those of Clayton and stretched the stems of the Army grunt wide. Her foe trapped in a Butterfly style Wishbone Stretch, Treymane worked all four limbs viciously while keeping the blood draining to Clayton’s braincase in a beautiful work of submission art.
BUTTERFLY WISHBONE STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtlnYqY7ZdI
The FAWNatics roared their approval as Veronica kept Clayton suspended in the embarrassing, limb-testing torture, the assembled and the Filipino Phenom picking up a chant of “TAP…TAP…TAP” out of appreciation for the work of the Powerhouse.
Not that Clayton could tap, but she also refused to provide a verbal surrender and the one-time World titleholder outlasted Treymane’s ability to keep her shoulders off the mat, Ronnie giving up the lock and tossing Clayton aside when the ref slapped for ‘ONE’.
Ending on her side, curled into a loose ball, Becky rolled her shoulders then gave her inner thighs a squeeze to massage her groin muscles back from the tensed stretch they’d endured.
“Feeling a little creaky?” Veronica snarked, shaking out her arms before using them to slap a Headlock on her foe and yank Clayton to wobbly feet. Showing the fight that made her a star, Becky ignored the battering, broke free and swept a lightning-quick Leg Lariat toward the throat of the champ. But Veronica ducked the effort and when Becky pirouetted through a 360 to face Treymane once more, the Pinstripe Powerhouse threw an arm across Becky’s chest and launched the Army of One Hot Chick skyward, laying out to deliver a ring-rattling arm-trap STO.
ARM TRAP STO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XBkXk6XnH2g
Veronica reached for the far leg of the blasted Becky, the limp limb pulled into a cradle, Clayton’s knee pressed to her chest by the champ for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Clayton fought out of another hole and managed to stay alive in the fight for her second title reign. She flopped to her side, glassy-eyed but remaining viable if for at least three more seconds.
Veronica seemed set on the time being not much more than that, furiously tugging the rubbery Clayton to her feet by a wrist and using that handhold to draw Becky’s arm across her throat. Veronica bent Becky toward her signature Kiss Me Deadly.
But before Treymane could leap to a tuck atop Clayton’s spine and rip her to the deck with disastrous results for the GI, Becky spun out of the straightjacket grip and summoned her remaining adrenaline supply to tug Treymane side by side, facing in the opposite direction, and LAUNCHING the Neo-Noir Knockout HIGH and PLANTING Veronica with a lethal Uranage!
URANAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SIi4MIfiIbE
Treymane spread out in a demolished starfish next to a splayed, facedown Becky. The two exhausted grapplers laid motionless for several long seconds, the official starting his count on both and reaching ‘SIX’ before Becky lifted an arm akin to overcooked spaghetti and dropped it across Veronica’s chest for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Veronica shoved the limb off, appearing able to do no more. However, it’s all she needed to stay alive. The blonde rolled to her chest and pushed to hands and knees while Clayton sat up next to her. The veteran stared at the World Champion with a startled gaze showing Becky now had an inkling as to why Veronica’s made it so far so fast. Alexis knew the feeling all too well. She scowled at the result, momentarily turning her gaze to the FAWNatics.
That there’s anything approaching a race to verticality had the crowd revved to full capacity, ‘This is awesome’ chants breaking out throughout the crowd.
While both women reached their feet together, the GI did so in working order. Becky grabbed Treymane by a shoulder and spun the champ to face her. Still in a daze, Veronica could manage little when Clayton dipped and slung an arm between the long sinewy stems of the Dangerous Dame.
Becky ‘hupped’ her foe across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry, deftly folding Treymane’s legs in an ‘X’ at the shins. Clayton’s steadied herself, controlling Veronica’s suddenly frantic writhing, and spun the champ off, sending her plummeting to the canvas between her extended legs as she sits out, hitting her signature ‘Army of One.’
ARMY OF ONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nz9GPZjiL3A
With Veronica pre-packaged for the pin, all Becky had to do was hold on for the anticlimactic three-count.
A delighted Alexis led the crowd with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEENOOOO!
Suguitan’s hands raced into her ebony locks and raked her mane back in amazement and that’s only a fraction of the response in a distraught Clayton who stared at the ref with pleading eyes, only to receive two raised fingers. She gaped into space gobsmacked by the kick-out, a chant of ‘BECK-EE…BECK-EE…BECK-EE’ barely breaking through.
That a veteran could still be surprised was on display in spades, but Becky’s Brigade finally prodded the GI back to action. She rose majestically, glistening and awesome in her strength and stamina. The robo-babe lifted a thumb to her throat and drew it across, signaling the end, though delayed, was VERY near..
Grabbing a still horizontal Veronica by the head with both hands, Clayton dragged the jellied blonde to her feet then scooped and lifted the champion to her right shoulder, Treymane suspended, half of the champ’s frame on each side, Becky ready to finish things with her SNAFU.
But before Clayton could shift her grip to Ronnie’s skull and drop to the canvas, Treymane fought out of Becky’s grasp, dropping to the mat behind her challenger. Veronica shoved the GI forward and the Army of One Hot Chick used the momentum to race into the ropes, rebound, and sprint at a wavering Treymane, Becky lifting the Biggest Boot of her life at the chin of the champ.
Cringing in anticipation of the impact, Alexis started to look away, then dropped her jaw alongside the FAWNatics when Veronica exploded into the incoming challenger and unleashed a Big Boot of her own! The stereo strikes THWHACKED off their intended targets and Clayton and Treymane spun away from one another like puppets with cut strings.
GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-t-DWvt7CNU
If one had landed atop the other the match would’ve been over then and there, but the blondes crashed down a few feet removed from one another, leaving Castle to deliver the standing ten count. Damned near certain this one was gonna end in a double stoppage, the senior official waited as long as he could before starting in. “ONE… TWO…. THREE… FOUR… FIVE…. SIX… SEVEN…. EIGHT… NINE…”
Becky sat up and Veronica pushed to one knee, the weary warriors refusing to let their clash finish with anything so indecisive as a tie. Though neither woman looked like what you’d call steady, Clayton regained the high ground a little before the Dangerous Dame and made her pay for the second place finish with a ramshackle Double Axehandle delivered between Treymane’s shoulders. Veronica hit the deck with a groan that got a bit wheezier when Becky hopped up off her knees and crashed down across her exposed back in a Splash. Seemingly galvanized by the feel of Treymane yielding beneath her, the Camouflage Crusher pounded a fist against the mat, then shot the Half Nelson and rolled Veronica onto her back to stretch out atop her chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
A hand under Becky’s chin forced the break with half a second to spare AND burned through a small but important piece of Clayton’s self control. “You want to slap me? Huh, you want to slap me?” She snatched hold of Veronica’s hair in one hand, yanked her to a seat and pinked her cheek with a stiff forehand slap. Clayton followed with another and another and another, years of frustration finally bubbling over in the form of this furious, bytchy barrage. Credit to the World Champion, she tried to cover up, even got a hand in the robo-babe’s face at one point, yet the resistance only spurred Becky to increased hostilities and Treymane was ultimately ‘slapped down’ until she was once again flat on the canvas. Clayton immediately hooked one leg and jammed her other forearm against the ridge of her rival’s jaw. “YOU’RE DONE, RECRUIT!” the challenger barked like a drill sergeant as Castle swooped in to count…
ONE…
TWO…
Veronica wrenched loose, rolling onto her stomach almost in time with the ‘TWO!’
“Goddamned right!” Suguitan pounded a fist against the apron without realizing what she’d done. “Get your ass up, Pinstri--”
Clayton leveled her with a death glare that killed Alexis’s support on the spot. Graced with relative peace and quiet once again, Becky grabbed Veronica at shoulder and hip and tugged her onto her back once more. She didn’t go for a pin though, rather she knotted her hands into a Double Axehandle and THWHUMPED it deep into the pit of the Neo-Noir Knockout’s tummy. Treymane sat up with a heavy ‘guuuuhhhhh!’ then got knocked right back down when Clayton slammed that same Axehandle off her chin!
Still no follow up cover as the powerful blonde got to her feet, skipped over the pinstriped wreckage and ran the ropes. Once bounce wasn’t enough and neither was two, as Clayton hopped over her fallen prey a grand total of three times before she finally launched into a leap high enough to allow full extension on the truncated Frog Splash she THWHAMMED across Treymane’s abdomen! Veronica’s legs popped up and Becky bundled both of ‘em, the domineering veteran transitioning into a seamless back-press that had Treymane’s rump pointed toward the rafters for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Veronica got a shoulder up at the last possible second, leaving the FAWNatics delighted, Becky disgusted and Alexis some odd combination of the two. Lips set in a grim, determined line, the Army of One Hot Chick got to her feet and stamped on the champion’s chest to make sure she didn’t rise in the next few seconds. “That girl’s gonna miss three to four weeks with cracked ribs, Nick.” Becky told the ref as she headed toward the nearest corner. “And it’s all because you’re counting too f*cking slow.”
Castle decided silence was the best option, so he kept his distance and let Clayton slip onto the apron without comment. Reaching the top floor in relatively short order despite her aches and pains, Becky heard cheers and smiled at the appreciation for her rarely seen high flying game. Then she heard Suguitan mutter something vaguely positive and cursed because Treymane was on her feet when she should’ve been sucking wind on the canvas. Dismissing her anger in the span between heartbeats, Clayton steadied her footing then stood up straight, all the better to welcome the stumbling champion. “All right, recruit,” Becky murmured as Veronica shambled her way toward the corner, “you wanted the heaviest ordinance? You got it.”
Already on the edge of their seats, the sold out crowd leapt to their feet as Clayton took to the sky with a flawless Diving Crossbody that took Treymane across the chest with a heavy THWHAP! The blondes went down hard with the challenger on top, but it didn’t last long because the Dangerous Dame somersaulted through the landing and clambered to boot leather with Becky squirming in place against her chest.
“Note to self,” Alexis said under her breath, “Don’t dive at this bytch.”
More cheers from the FAWNatics when Veronica tossed her burden from one stall to another, Clayton landing slumped on opposing shoulders for a Powerbomb. Hands already locked, Veronica pushed up on tiptoe and TWHAWHAMMED the Camouflage Crusher into the thinly-sheathed plywood. Becky’s head bounced nastily but her shoulders stayed planted so Castle hurried over and-- Treymane let out a growl and hauled the gobsmacked battler back to start for a SECOND Powerbomb in perhaps three seconds. Practically crated by the high power offense, damned if Clayton didn’t squeeeeeeeeze her legs around the champion’s head and pound a half dozen woozy punches off her forehead. It was all for naught, Treymane just hoisted her up again and put another Becky shaped divot in the mat with a third Powerbomb! Breaking her clasp after that last impact, Veronica braced her hands against Clayton’s lower back and shoved hard enough to roll her backward into a discombobulated crouch.
The Neo-Noir Knockout rushed in at once, burying her hands in Becky’s hair, hauling her upright and stuffing her head under one arm. The Double Underhook came next, Treymane’s hands sliding under the challenger’s armpits and lacing tight across her upper back. All too familiar with what happened next, Suguitan shook the middle rope and called, “C’mon Clayton, you got this! Don’t let her do-- oh for f*ck’s sake.” Veronica swung to the right, then snapped left and spun over into a flawless barrel roll that THWHONKED Becky’s forehead into the mat. Clayton hit at an angle and corkscrewed onto her back where she remained glassy and dazed when Treymane splashed down atop her chest. Far leg hooked tight, Veronica kept her other palm pressed to the mat while Castle counted off…
DAISY CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NvK1MwS-Ng
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded over the roar of the crowd, granting Treymane permission to drop her opponent’s leg and lean back on her haunches. Exhausted in a way she’d never felt after a win, Veronica barely mustered the energy to raise a hand when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
Nick approached with the strap at about the same time Alexis slid under the bottom rope. Veronica went on the defensive at once, but when Suguitan got to her feet she went for Clayton. “Don’t even think about it, Alexis.” the champ croaked. “I won. That’s enough.”
“Really?” the brunette’s tone was sharp with incredulity. “She bytch-slapped you like you were nothing but swimsuit SPAM! Dog-face needs to learn a lesson!”
Veronica shook her head and walked over. “She can slap me all she wants, I still won. Tempers flare when the stakes are high, you know that as well as I do. Here, help me help her up.”
Suguitan rolled her eyes dangerously hard, but she did in fact help Treymane get Clayton on her feet. “You’re damned lucky.” Alexis sneered before Veronica had a chance to speak. “I would’ve made you my bytch for all that crap you pulled. Lucky for you the champ’s feeling generous.” Done with kindness for the day (quite possibly the month) Alexis moved to a corner and started jawing with some idiot foolish enough to wear a Portia shirt in her presence.
“That’s the hardest I’ve ever been hit.” Veronica told Becky. “And I had a cage match with Cassandra Vale.”
Clayton sighed and closed her eyes, the powerful battler clearly struggling with her emotions after coming up short in another effort to claim FAWN’s top prize. “Wasn’t enough, though. It’s never en--” she trailed off and shook her head. “You hit damned hard too, Veronica. Thank you for the opportunity. I hope to earn another while that belt is still around your waist.” Becky extended a hand, Veronica took it and pulled her into a one-armed hug.
“Whenever you want.” she murmured in Clayton’s ear. “All you have to do is ask.”
Becky nodded, pulled away. “I will. But not until I’ve earned the right to do so. Be seein’ you, champ.”
Summoning a last bit of energy, Clayton saluted the victor, then turned around and limped her way out of the ring, leaving Veronica to celebrate with the Treymane Gang and one miffed Penthouse Panther.