Post by bigfan on Jan 10, 2017 1:33:22 GMT
With the FAWNatics at high boil, more than ready for the headline match to be called to order, the speakers crackled to life, Trina’s “Da Baddest Bytch” playing loud and clear.
DA BADDEST BYTCHl:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LelyKR72gBI
That serves as more than enough of a cue for the audience to lose their collective shyt.Seconds later, the curtain parted and out stepped a physical specimen every bit as striking as any in the history of FAWN... and then some.
The organization’s Amazon moved to center stage and stood, alone, the rumored injured Ashley Locke and the Greek Goddess Adrianna Papadopolous nowhere to be seen. Tonight’s show would be all about the ascendancy of the most feared wrestler on Planet FAWN.
PANDORA:
As she strode down the ramp, ignoring the cacophony and the reach of a forest of arms, the near six-footer looks gloriously majestic, seemingly full recovered from the loss of her tag title. Presumably replacement gold was not far away.
As the Beach Bomber reached the squared circle, the Announcer did his due diligence. “Our final match of the evening is scheduled for one fall with a SIXTY minute time limit and is for the FAWN World Championship!”
The crowd roars, realizing with these two, it might just go the full time. The big beach blonde started up the steps and slid through seductively, ready to reclaim the top spot and hold sway over the singles’ world as she had done the tag.
“First, the challenger,” the announcer resumed, “hailing from parts unknown… She stands five feet eleven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and fifty-one pounds… Representing the Black Court, she is the one… the only… the incomparable… PAAANNNDDDOOORRRAAA!!!!!”
While there aren’t many women on the roster that could make the likes of Maggie Connor and Becky Clayton look like lightweights, Pandora certainly qualified. Standing just south of six feet tall, her stark bikini top was stretched to its limits to contain her double-Ds. As she moved to center stage, the lights danced off Pandora’s impossibly bronzed, impossibly smooth abdomen. Her taut undercarriage was sheathed in a matching set of bikini bottoms, with three aqua buttons befitting her Miami roots leading toward a tied off stretch of fabric on her left hip that extend halfway down her thigh. And when your legs never end, that’s a LONG way.
Calling for a microphone, Pandora waited impatiently for a FAWN flunky to race into the ring and provide the Amazon her amplification. Panny raised the device to her lips as her music and the jeering crowd fades.
“Ladies and gentlemen, after being robbed by those drunk, clover jockeys from Galway,”
The assembled let Pandora they didn’t agree with that characterization of the Kanes, Maeve and Moira the newly crowned THREE-time tag champions.
“Emily West, in her infinite wisdom and charity, is allowing me to reclaim my rightful place as FAWN’s preeminent wrestler. All hail the Black Queen. And people…get down on your knees and pledge allegiance to the Ultimate Amazonian Warrior!”
Pandora threw the stick to the canvas, raising her arms high and wide, reveling in her proclamation…until a stirring turns her face to one of fury. Who would dare interrupt this moment before its rightful completion?
The champ, that’s who.
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’, anthem for a woman who was quickly earning her bona fides as the face of the promotion’s ‘next generation’. Happy to lend his assistance to proceedings, the Announcer called, “And “And introducing first, accompanied to the ring by her Gun Moll, Alexis Suguitan,” more cheers, as the faithful had grown to enjoy the snarky dynamic between the champ and her involuntary valet, “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!”
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
Alexis came through the curtain first, either to pave the way for the champ or to steal a bit of her spotlight, no one knew for sure. Either way, the Penthouse Panther looked stunning in a short white 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 red kerchief around her neck and a gleaming white hat with a black band cocked at a rakish angle.
Pleased with the reaction in spite of her constant irritation over carrying out the month’s long loser’s penalty, Suguitan moved aside and actually extended a hand to show off the Dangerous Dame as she stepped into view. Armored in the black edition of her usual trench-coat and fedora, Veronica Treymane posted up at the top of the ramp and bellowed, “LOOK ALIVE YOUSE MUGS, IT’S TIME WE SLAYED A GIANT!”
VERONICA TREYMANE:
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 flicked her hair and grinned, clearly enjoying the attention brought by the pyrotechnics. 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 woman with even more physical presence than her last challenger, the Neo-Noir Knockout wore 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.
Attention never fully leaving the colossal challenger, 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 Thompson to Alexis.
“Gordy was running his mouth on Twitter earlier this week. I think you should let me do something about it.”
“Use your words, Alexis, not the Thompson.”
“Oh COME ON, it makes my words so much more meaningful!”
“Play nice and maybe I’ll get you a prop Derringer as a late Christmas present.”
“Screw that noise. I deserve a machine gun, dammit.”
“Then be good.”
Stifling a curse, Alexis strode off to the Timekeeper’s table to drop off the champ’s regalia while Treymane slipped through the ropes and saluted the crowd one more time before offering her wrists and knees to Nick Castle for final inspection.
Conventional wisdom said that one took a more methodical approach when opposing that colossal blonde known far & wide as Pandora. That even the most agile and fleetest of foot waited for the Court’s powerhouse to come forward on her own terms, to lure her into a bad angle in the hopes of taking advantage in that brief moment when she was off balance. Under NO circumstances was any wrestler in her right mind to charge the blonde at the bell, to blitzkrieg rush down the Beach Bomber’s throat and fire away with everything at your disposal.
But that was conventional wisdom.
Veronica Treymane didn’t have much use for conventional wisdom.
At least, that’s the thought that flashed through everyone’s mind when the bell sounded and the Dangerous Dame sprinted across the canvas like her target was magnetized. It must’ve surprised Pandy too because she didn’t even get her guard halfway up when the smaller blonde leapt up and THWHUMPED her right knee against the challenger’s chest. Her back still braced against the turnbuckles, Pandora let loose an incredulous ‘OOOOFFFFHH!’ as the champ drove a great deal of oxygen from her vaunted lungs.
Oh so aware that every single heartbeat counted in a battle against the near six footer, Treymane wrapped an arm around the back of Pandora’s noggin and held on tight as she set her feet on the middle strand. Jerking Pandy’s cheek against her own not unimpressive curves, Veronica curled her other hand into a fist and pounded half a dozen lightning quick Hammer Punches into her opponent’s forehead. Pandora didn’t quite shake it off, but Treymane could feel her shifting and knew she needed to do the same before the terrible titan could get her bearings. So she THUNKED a short Headbutt between Pandy’s eyes, then hopped down and grabbed the middle rope in both hands.
Already rocked back on her heels, the Neo-Noir Knockout surged forward, Treymane throwing every bit of her hundred and thirty plus pounds behind the Shoulderblock she THWHUMPED into Pandora’s midsection. Any other woman would’ve ended up with their butts wedged atop the second turnbuckle but the challenger only grunted and made a noise that sounded very much like irritation. Her mood grew a little less pleasant when Treymane drew back and piled on with half a dozen more Shoulderblocks all in the course of perhaps five seconds.
There would’ve been a lot more in the offering (Veronica could tell Panda’s butt wasn’t on the buckle yet and that meant there was plenty work to do) but she’d spent enough time in the corner to draw Nick’s attention. “All right, Veronica, raise your hands and back off, I want a clean break.”
In what was either gutsy or foolish depending on your outlook, Veronica straightened up, raised both hands overhead and went practically nose to nose with the Curvaceous Colossus. Seemingly nonplussed by the champion’s quick start, Pandora took a single step forward which in turn pressed her breasts against Treymane’s in a none too subtle display of aggression. “Seriously, you’re gonna give him a clean break?” she scoffed. “This is your one chance to go on the offensive and you’re gonna merc it just because a zebra told you NNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Pinstriped Powerhouse grabbed a double handful of Pandy’s hair and jerked her down even as she brought her right knee up and across. Bone collided with bone and Pandora reeled back on her heels just far enough for the champion to reset her footing. Then she repeated the process twice more and when she DID back off the blue-clad battler might’ve been reeling ever so slightly.
“Keep it clean next time, huh champ?” Castle chided as she stormed out of the corner. “I get that this is a big match for you, but the rules cover the Destroyers t--”
Veronica charged the buckles, twisted around in a tight circle and hopped off her plant foot to THWHACK the heel of her right boot against the side of Pandora’s face! The crowd went nuts as Pandy sizzled through that jolt of Chicago Lightning, but though it left her rockin’ and rolling, the former World Champion was still far too vertical for Treymane’s liking. In an effort to remedy that state she peeled out of the corner, raced to mid-ring and came right back for another THWHACKING bolt of Chicago Lightning!
Pandora groaned and sagged backward against the buckles, an arm thrown over the top rope presumably the only thing that kept her from dropping to her haunches. Calm, cool and collected in spite of the fact that the challenger just soaked up a double dose of the same shot that floored Becky Clayton, Treymane reversed out of the corner and made a beeline to the center for the third time in well under a minute. Then she charged, spun and lashed out with-- “GUUUHHHHH!” Pandora stepped out to meet her, and by ‘meet’ I mean she swatted Veronica’s leg aside and wrapped both hands around her throat. Demonstrating the strength that was still so terrifying even after her record setting run with Adrianna and Ashley, Panda lifted the Dangerous Dame straight off the mat and proceeded to squeeze with all her might!
Momentarily too surprised to recognize the choke, Treymane’s brain quickly caught up with her body and she started to cough and writhe and throw desperate punches against the other blonde’s noggin. Might as well have been nothing, the Beach Bomber kept right on throttling her until Castle hurried over and swatted her shoulder. “Enough of the choke, Pandora! Put her down right now!”
Pandora smirked and hoisted her burden higher, forcing the ref to start the count. At ‘FOUR!’, the challenger twisted around and dropped Treymane into a breathless seat on the top turnbuckle. Making no effort to keep the smirk off her face, the Courtier turned to the crowd with an index finger raised to her lips. The following ‘shhhhhhh’ did indeed quiet the crowd, at least until Pandora reared back and CRAAACKED her opponent’s tits with an Overhand Slap so stiff it sent Veronica tumbling over the ropes to the floor some twelve feet below!
Instead of being pleased with the incredible show of force, Pandora only looked annoyed. After a glance at the wreckage on the mats, she looked to Castle. “I don’t suppose you’ll go get her, will you?”
Nick shook his head ‘no’. “You put her there, you go get her, Pandy.”
“Guess I’ll have to. Otherwise the little idiot won’t beat the count.”
The ref wasn’t quite sure about that, not that he was foolish enough to say so out loud. Resigned to fetching the fragile little idiot that’d happened into HER World Title, Pandora stepped over the top rope, dropped to the floor and reached Treymane in all of two strides. “Don’t even think about getting yourself counted out, little girl.” she threatened in the midst of peeling Treymane off the thin blue mats. “If I even get a hint of you running from this fight, I might have to do, well, something like this.”
Murmurs of concern, then flat out groans from the crowd as Pandora slipped an arm through Veronica’s legs and hoisted her up onto her shoulder for a Scoop Slam. In truth it was more like a Toss Slam, as the Curvaceous Colossus took a few steps forward and tossed the smaller grappler more than halfway down the narrow aisle. Veronica hit with a heavy THWHUMP and immediately arched her back to alleviate the worst of the pain. Whether or not it worked was anyone’s guess, as the champ was still down and out when Pandora strolled over and helped herself to another handful of hair.
“Back in you go, little gangster. It’s about time you learned what sort of damage a real weapon can do.”
With one hand curled around Treymane’s throat, Pandora wedged the other against her prey’s inner thigh and muscled her overhead in an effortless Military Press. No pause to show off for the simpletons in the front row, Pandora simply turned to the squared circle and shoved / tossed Treymane between the top and middle rope!
Veronica barrel rolled to the center of the ring, ending splayed on her back, the FAWNatics booing the holy hell out of the blonde Amazon as Pandora hopped to the apron, putting her top to the test, then feigned stepping over the top rope before sliding between top and middle with a grin.
Apparently taking the controversial end of her tag title reign in stride, Panny leisurely strolled to the woman who’d established herself as The New Era’s poster girl and drove a huge stomp into ’Ronnie’s gut. Veronica jackknifed around the boot, eyes bulging. She gasped like she’s been gutted.
Everything Pandora did, even the simple things, seemed to have a different level of impact and, when Panny pulled the champ up by a wrist, whipped her to the ropes and Discus Clotheslined Veronica on her return so harshly, the destroyer-class titleholder backflipped into a face-down splatter to the mat, no one looked completely surprised.
Least of all it seemed Pandora herself, who stood in a straddle of the demolished champion. Veronica started the match a house afire and none of it mattered a bit, the busty beach blonde taking control in a way none could match.
Pandora didn’t bother rolling ‘Ronnie to her back and going for a pin. Instead, she forced the dazed Dame to her feet, quickly doubling the gangster over with a Toe Kick to the tummy that looked like it might end with Pandy’s big toe emerging through Treymane’s spine. Bent at the waist in front of Pandora, never a good place to be, as several dozen women could attest, Veronica had her tummy wrapped by a stooping Pandora’s arms.
The Curvaceous Colossus vaulted Veronica up in a front flip, momentarily resting the reeling World Champ on her right shoulder.
“There’s a champ and then there’s the best,” Pandora shouted. “In a couple minutes, they’ll BOTH be me.”
With that said, Pandora tossed Treymane to a face and chest-first collision with the mat that rattled the ring, her Dominator leaving the Pinstripe Powerhouse a weakened shell.
DOMINATOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sDgsgIwHUg
This time, Pandora did roll her fellow blonde to a starfish and took a right knee onto the cleft of the champ’s bosom for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Veronica threw a shoulder up to the crowd’s relief. Even Panny looked like she might have been disappointed if the woman who’d dethroned Portia VanBuren lost before all of the punishment she apparently planned had been delivered.
And after the magicians of dirty tricks, the Kanes, found a way to beat her and her two Court compatriots, tonight was as much about a show of force as putting gold back around her waist.
The Amazon rose from her knee and shoveled Veronica in a roll toward the nearest corner with her boot. Having placed the pliant powerhouse perfectly, Pandora strode to the buckles and climbed to the middle ropes, a sole on either side. Grabbing the top versions with both hands, she bounced in place, picking up steam and drawing a worried groan from the crowd who knew it’s time, it’s time, it’s Panny time.
Pandora launched up and out, her legs flying high and back behind her and the Amazon’s infamous tummy SLAPPED hard across that of Treymane, the Dangerous Dame again looking like she’s nearly split in two by a crushing Colossus.
PANNY BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rUcmBaYe87I
Pandora hooked the raised legs of a V-shaped, bug-eyed ‘Ronnie and rolled her into a tight cradle for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The crowd let loose with an audible sigh of relief as Veronica kicked free a few inches before the third slap came down to make the Amazon a two time World Champ.
The leader of what, in retrospect, had to be considered FAWN’s best tag team ever, slapped the mat with a hint of frustration. She rolled to her knees in an MMA-like mount of Ronnie, grapevining her legs around those of the titleholder she lowered and slide up the frame of her foe. Hovering over the bewildered blonde, Panny lowered her golden abdomen into Veronica’s face and began smothering Treymane with her flawless tummy.
Veronica flailed wildly, her oxygen supply cut until she could force her face to the side, breathlessly. The champ shoved at Panny’s hips, budging her slightly. It seemed only Pandora was going to move Pandora and she used her arms to push up while keeping Veronica from bucking with her grapevines below, then mini-splashed the glistening features of the Pinstripe Powerhouse with a drop of her belly, adding insult and injury in healthy combination. Having made her point, Pandora unhooked her legs and pushed to her feet, raising her arms high and wide.
“Now you see why Portia and Kylie are cowards, but smart cowards,” she shouted to the crowd.
“This woman is no coward. Emily told me as much. But I told Emily if she wasn’t, it was a championship-ending mistake. The Black Queen isn’t the only genius in the Court.”
Pandora tapped a temple with an index finger, showing she was not only FAWN’s ultimate body but a damned powerful brain too.
Standing next to the dismantled Treymane, a still Panny became a series of handholds for the struggling Dame to use to get to her feet. In her state, it’s not clear Veronica knew she’s climbing her curvy foe until she reached Pandora’s unmistakable rack and Treymane tore into the bounty with a pair of claws, Panny’s smirk instantly translated to a shriek of pain.
Veronica twisted her handfuls of flesh, the crowd roaring with approval. But a pained Pandora quickly raised both arms and brought them down in a set of Mongolian Chops to Veronica’s traps that made lead out of the champ’s arms, the Pinstripe Powerhouse losing her grips. Another massive pair of strikes dropped a grimacing ‘Ronnie to her knees in front of the challenger, paying homage to the pain Pandora could provide.
A furious Panny gave her gurls a quick massage, shifting them back into place in her top. She turned back to Veronica and cupped a hand under ‘Ronnie’s chin, lifting the champion lightly, only to tag her with a blistering Bytch Slap to Treymane’s left cheek. The champion sent into a violent 180 Pandora used to her advantage.
One of the arms of the Curvaceous Colossus wrapped over Veronica’s left shoulder while the other slides between the champ’s thighs. With barely a hint of effort, Pandora propelled Veronica into the air, pivoting with the Dangerous Dame and PLANTING her to the deck in brutal fashion with her Boogey Slam.
BOOGEY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L7d_5_5XV1Y
A demolished Veronica absently rolled to her back after the hellacious impact and Pandora rested her chest across Veronica in a Crossbody pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEENOOO!
Pandora leaned back on her haunches, mopped a hand across her barely damp brow and turned a curious eye on the referee. “You surprise me, Castle. I never would’ve taken you for someone who liked to linger around car accidents.”
“And you never struck me as the sort who’d want a quick count to mar the start of a title reign.” Nick deadpanned.
Pandora snorted. “You’re going to count to ten when I finish this punk off, little man.”
Plunging a hand into Treymane’s hair without even looking at the champ, the Beach Bomber got to her feet and forced Veronica to stand alongside. A Front Facelock followed quickly thereafter, Pandy simply palming the top of her foe’s noggin to force her low enough to secure the simple grip. Tossing Treymane’s near arm over her shoulder with the air of a woman finishing some menial but necessary task, Pandora helped herself to a handful of Veronica’s waistband and damn near bared her backside with the wedgie that helped power the smaller blonde’s ascent to high noon.
Quiet though they were after the challenger’s demoralizing flurry of offense, the Season’s Beatings crowd came to life again as the seconds rolled by. ‘ONE… TWO…. THREE… FOUR… FIVE…. SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NIOOOOHHHHHH!’
The Dangerous Dame brought her right knee up as fast as she could, which meant it hit the crown of Pandora’s skull with a low THWHUNK! Any other woman on the roster (hell, probably the continent) would’ve dropped her burden after one such brain-rattling collision, so of course it took ‘Ronnie a good half dozen to make the Curvaceous Colossus return her to the canvas. Focusing all her willpower to blunt the worst of her vertigo, Treymane actually turned her back on the challenger and leaned forward to better THWHACK a scintillating Back Kick into the pit of Panda’s vengeful midriff.
The blonde ‘oofffhed’ and doubled over, giving Veronica just enough time to swing back around for a Front Facelock of her own. Spurred by the roar of the crowd, the Neo-Noir Knockout leaned forward to put a little extra mustard on her DDT, then-- more OOOHHHH’s from the crowd, but for all the wrong reasons as Pandora braced splayed hands against Treymane’s tummy and straightened up while simultaneously extending her arms high overhead. Veronica was launched into the lights for what would’ve been a helluva freefall Flapjack if Pandora hadn’t stepped in and tagged her chin mid-descent with a European Uppercut that THWHAPPED off the cheap seats!
Turned inside out well before she hit the ground, Treymane landed hard on her left hip and shoulder, then slopped onto her tummy. Too irritated by the unexpected spark of resistance to bother with a cover, Pandora reached down, grabbed the champ’s distended togs and hauled her to boot leather. “I know Sue trained you. I know you think that makes you special.” Pandy noted after she’d laid claim to the Pinstripe Powerhouse’s left wrist. “It does not. She’s once in a generation. You… you’re just like all the others I’ve crushed.”
Assessment made, Pandora stepped back, dropped a hip and hurled Treymane at the corner on the far side of the ring. Too woozy to achieve her usual speed even with Pandora’s assist, Veronica was still movin’ at a pretty decent clip when she spun around and slammed into the thinly-padded steel. Pandora, having followed the champ’s back trail under the assumption that Treymane was too stubborn to go down, noted the continued verticality and actually picked up the pace right as she left her feet and stretched both arms wide for a gold-winning Avalanche “UNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Veronica twisted aside within an ace of oblivion, leaving the challenger to go tits-first into the top turnbuckle. Cursing the miss even as she sucked wind, Pandy grabbed hold of the top rope with both hands, meaning she was remarkably exposed when Treymane stepped alongside and THWHACKED a kick into the pit of right knee! Pandora shuddered hard but she also maintained her grip on the strands, meaning she didn’t go down. Veronica took it all in stride, she planted her right shoulder Pandora’s back and shoved forward with all her might, thus compressing Panda’s assets with another unpleasant collision.
Knowing she only had a few seconds (if that) before Castle tried to get them out of the corner, Veronica lowered her head, wedged it between the bigger blonde’s shoulders and unleashed a merciless flurry right hands, each one SPANKING off Pandora’s liver. The Beach Bomber wailed in actual hurt this time, in fact she might’ve crumpled to her knees if not for her position against the buckles. Veronica didn’t seem to care either way, she just kept hammering away until the senior official strode over and tapped her ribs.
“Out of the corner, ‘Ronnie.” Considering the damage she’d taken over the last several minutes, Castle expected the champ to use every bit of his count, so he was more than a little surprise when she stepped away without so much as a word of protest. Understanding dawned immediately thereafter when the Dangerous Dame slipped through the ropes and dropped to the floor on the other side of the ring-post.
“Wasn’t just Sue who trained me, Daisy.” Veronica huffed as she grabbed the challenger’s ankles. “Big sis taught me plenty too.”
In case anyone doubted the veracity of her claim, Veronica stepped back and yanked hard, earning herself a raucous ‘TIMBER!’ cheer when Pandora went down flat on her back. Things got even louder when Treymane stepped in and giant stepped right back out again, the pair of giant steps more than enough to THWHUMP Pandora’s undercarriage against the unforgiving steel!
“AHHHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHK!” Pandora sat up and howled, one hand flying to her abused center, the other swatting against the ropes, the corner, the turnbuckle, anything she could find for support. “You’re dead now, bitch.” the challenger snarled when she’d steadied the tiniest bit. “I’m going to put you on the injured list for a LONG TI-NO! DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT RRRGGGGGGHHHHH!”
Outside, Veronica took Pandora’s left ankle in both hands, pulled that leg away from her torso and then THWHUMPED it against the post! “Thought about it!” Veronica barked loud enough to be heard over Pandora’s wails. “Decided I’d risk it. Seems like it paid off, right Daisy?”
Pandora responded with more curses, so Treymane wheeled around and stomped away from the scene of the crime, adjusting her bottoms as she did so. Turning back when she was about halfway to the next corner, Veronica charged, spun and hopped to unload yet another peal of Chicago Lightning, this one to the side of her opponent’s exposed thigh! Unable to defend against the pinpoint attack in her current state, Pandora could only wail as her knee was almost wrapped around the cool steel of the ring post. Back in the ring, Castle had reached ‘FIFTEEN!’ on his count and was starting to wonder if Treymane was going to take a count-out. He was disabused of this notion when the Neo-Noir Knockout sidled up the apron, rolled under the bottom rope… and promptly rolled back out.
“Not gonna let you use the count forever, Veronica.” the zebra noted as Treymane reclaimed her foe’s ankles.
“Don’t need forever, Shamus.” Treymane extended Pandora’s gams full length, then folded the blonde’s left shin over her right thigh in an all too familiar numeral. “Hell, I probably don’t even need a minute.”
“Buuuhhhh… bytch.” Pandora groaned. “You better HOPE you break my leg. Because if you don’t I’m gonna snap you in AAAARRRRRRHHHHHHH GAAAAAAHD DAAAAMMMIT!”
Veronica dropped backward, kicked her own stems up and hooked them over Pandora’s exposed ankle to put excruciating torque on an already ghastly hold. On their feet to better observe Panda writhing and wailing like a mere mortal, the FAWNatics bellowed, ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’ even if they knew the challenger would be free of the gammy trap sooner than later.
RINGPOST FIGURE FOUR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0n7lHePwl6Q
There were no doubt notes being taken by someone in the Black Court as Nick Castle was slow to end the torture on the Blonde Amazon, the official giving Treymane a full five seconds before starting his count. Veronica used every bit of it in an attempt to shred Pandora’s knee. Over the last few, Panny screamed bloody murder as her leg may have reached a breaking point.
Veronica released before the DQ came, unclasping her Leglock, rotating and dropping her boots to the floor. Looking damn gangster, Veronica raised a hand high to the roar of the crowd and walked down the length of the ring. She shared a high-five with a more supportive Alexis, Suguitan apparently caught up in the moment of a seeing FAWN’s Most Feared in dire straits.
The Pinstripe Powerhouse turned to see Pandora feverishly working at her knee, scowl and worry stamped on her face in equal measure. The busty blonde pushed to her feet, a pronounced limp in her step as she leaned heavily against the apron.
“Nail her ass,” Alexis whispered in the champ’s ear. “Or better yet, nail her knee again.”
Veronica seemed to take the advice as she’s immediately off like a shot, racing to Panny. Closing in, she lifted a boot, going for a stomp to the kneecap of the injured stem. Thinking quickly, Pandora pushed off her good leg, throwing her body up to the apron and rolling under the ropes as Veronica went skidding by.
Treymane caught herself at the metal barricade, a smirk emerging on her glistening features. She shrugged and turned back to the ring, more than happy to go predator on Pandora’s ass inside the squared circle.
Using the ropes to pull her majestic frame to vertical, Pandora leaned against the cables, facing out to the roaring crowd. Veronica hopped to the apron a few feet away and stalked toward her challenger, right fist at the ready to deck the beach blonde.
But before she could put the Black Courtier to the canvas, Panny flashed a thumb to the champ’s right eye and Veronica shrieked in pain. Grabbing the head of a stooped Treymane, Pandora pulled her fellow blonde through, over the middle rope, but halted when Veronica’s ankles laid across the cable, Treymane’s body still raised and extended.
The challenger laid out, SPIKING Veronica’s skull into the canvas with an aided and impactful DDT. At once, the delirious crowd was silenced. Pandora roughly and hurriedly shoved Veronica to her back and covered for the…
ONE…
TWO…
And Panny feels no movement for THREE.
Indeed, Veronica’s shoulders remained on the canvas, but when Pandora started to rise for her second World Title reign, she saw Castle pointing at the ropes and Treymane’s leg propped over the bottom one.
Pandora sank her hands into her flaxen locks and ruffled the strands in furious frustration.
“DAMMMIT!” she shouted, pushing gingerly to her feet.
Panny limped her way in a wide arc, trying and only partially succeeding in bringing her knee back into proper working order. Still, it’s enough to haul a semi-cooperative Treymane to her feet.
Pandora shoved Veronica into the corner so she could let the buckles take on Treymane’s weight.
Delicately, at least on one side, the Amazon climbed to the bottom ropes and STUFFED the seemingly infinite expanse of her tanned tummy into Veronica’s mug. Swiping her infamous abs into the champ’s face, she then shifted her pelvis to slap her belly into the features of the Powerhouse, adding some insult to Veronica’s injury with a little Navel Gazing.
Beneath, Veronica’s torso squirmed, her arms flailing. Pandora reveled in the ineffective response, wrapping an arm around the back of the neck of the Dangerous Dame. Using her legs to push off as best she could, Pandora stepped off her low-rope perch and dropped to her back, again PLANTING Veronica’s cranium to canvas with another supercharged DDT.
This one came with enough impact and from such an angle that Veronica flipped to her back from the collision, skidding to a stop in a wide spreadeagle, motionless a few feet from Pandora who sat up with a wry smile plastered across her face.
“She can’t beat me when I’m on one leg,” the Amazon shouted, not without some evidence.
Instead of going for a pin, Panny winced as she pushed to her feet and hovered over the splayed champion. Not testing her injured knee, Pandora decided not to stray from her foe, instead immediately launching off one leg into the air above Veronica’s head and SPLASHING the face of the Powerhouse with a Tummy Tuck.
Veronica’s legs and torso twitched from the impact then fall still, Treymane still sucking on Amazon abs as Nick dropped to the canvas and slapped out the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Helped by how high Pandora’s pin was on her frame, Veronica managed to bicep curl her foe through a barrel roll off her body, continuing her reign for the time being.
Panny pushed to hands and knees, her head snapping toward the champion, blonde locks momentarily spread in a fan before falling across her shoulders.
“I get it,” she panted. “Don’t want to give it up. But you don’t have a choice.”
Pandora crawled to a still splayed Veronica and dove on top of her in a Reverse JMD Sleeper, wrapping her arms beneath the head of the champion.
Having been plunged into the satiny, humid darkness of Pandora’s bounty, Veronica’s body acted as though it’s electrified.
A grinning Panny rode out the thrashing with clenched teeth, safe in knowing Veronica’s getting no air, as she felt the tug of Treymane’s lips on her cleavage.
On the sidelines, Alexis couldn’t hide a smile at the humiliating manner in which her employer was going to lose her gold, but she put up a solid front, slapping the canvas and urging Treymane to fight her way free.
Shoving and twisting and thrusting her body like a fish out of water, Veronica did just that, the fact that it’s an improvised reverse smother rather than one where Pandora was pressing down with her full body weight, saved the title holder.
Treymane emerged greasy-faced and gasping, rising to a seated position but making it no further.
“You’re no fun,” growled the Amazon, as she pushed to her feet. “This is going to hurt you AND me,” she added. “But fine.”
Grabbing Veronica by her head, she tugged the Pinstripe Powerhouse to her feet and drew her into a Front Facelock, throwing a limp arm of Ronnie’s over her neck. Moving a hand to the champ’s hip, Pandora grimaced in preparation for a test of her wounded knee she was apparently hoping to avoid as she readied to launch Veronica up for ‘All the Evils of the World’ to make her a two-time World Champion.
Hooks set deep, Pandora clenched her jaw and muscled the demolished champ up over “UNNNGHHH!” The Courtier got her burden all the way to three o’clock, but a hard twinge in her bad knee forced her to return Treymane back to start. To make matters worse, the Pinstripe Powerhouse reared back and drilled a short, sharp kick into Pandora’s thigh just above her throbbing knee. Panda wailed, let loose and doubled over, both hands instinctively flying to the damaged joint. Acting just as quickly, Veronica buried both hands in the challenger’s hair and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. In the next instant she wrapped her arms around Pandora’s waist, dipped her knees and flipped the Curvaceous Colossus end over end! Against any other opposition Veronica would’ve given them some time to think about it, but against this particular threat she immediately kicked her feet forward and dropped to her tush, just THWONKING the crown of Pandora’s skull against the canvas.
The FAWNatics screamed their approval even as the blue-clad battler went ramrod straight before slopping over onto her back in a boneless starfish. Spinning to one knee immediately thereafter, Treymane would’ve gone for a cover if the other blonde hadn’t rolled over onto her tummy and clambered to all fours. “HIT HER AGAIN, TREYMANE!” Suguitan shouted as she pounded the apron with both hands. “DON’T LET HER GET UP, JUST HIT HER UNTIL SHE’S--YEAH, THAT’S IT!”
Having created some distance when she realized Pandy was on the rise, Veronica backed into the ropes on the Destroyer’s right, bounced out and built up a good head of steam before she TONKED her left knee into the side of opposing noggin. Big sister’s Knee Trembler knocked Pandora flat, alas it was a matter of mere heartbeats before she made it to one knee like some insatiable catfighting Terminator.
KNEE TREMBLERl
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqsgdfPIeGo
Seemingly unflustered by her opponent’s durability, Veronica hit the ropes directly in front of Pandora, raced back, dropped low and THWOCKED her right heel between the Courtier’s eyes as hard as she could. The Cement Shoe knocked Panda head over heels, the former World Champ landing with her tush to the rafters and both heels somewhere around her ears. The crowd (and Alexis) once again urged the Neo-Noir Knockout to cover her adversary and Pandora once again thwarted the effort by tumbling over onto her belly before the champ could so much as shoot a Half Nelson.
CEMENT SHOE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bERWMyavY9E
Almost pulling her hair in frustration, Alexis let out a deep sigh and called, “You’ve gotta keep her down, Treymane. Even with that bad wheel, she gets up and she’s gonna crush you.”
Veronica drew in a deep breath, nodded once. “I know, that’s why I’m going to crush her first.” Suguitan had no idea how the champ was going to accomplish such a task, especially with Pandora already back to one knee, but she was too invested to offer any snark. Eyes locked on the limping lioness, Treymane circled around to Panda’s six, bounced off the ropes for the third time in less than a minute and came in low and fast. Pandora was just about at full verticality when Treymane’s right shoulder just SLAMMED into the pit of her left knee in a Chopblock that might as well have been a Spear. The challenger’s leg flew up in a Rock-ette’s impression gone wrong, as the momentum turned her inside out in mid-air before she came down on the back of her head and shoulders. Stifling a sob behind clenched teeth, Pandora slopped onto her back, tried to sit up and ate a heel to the forehead for her troubles.
“DOWN, Daisy.” Veronica huffed to the finally flattened battler.
For once Pandora obliged her, the Delectable Dreadnaught too hurt to muster a response. Too pragmatic to risk wasting time on a celebration, Treymane glanced around, decided the positioning was right and strode for the nearest corner. Through the ropes in a trice, the Pinstripe Powerhouse climbed to the third floor and stood tall. Finally taking a moment to acknowledge the thunderous level of noise, Veronica grabbed an invisible Thompson, leveled it on Pandora and fired off a long burst. With the fans cheering louder than ever, Treymane leapt into the lights, kicked both legs up to hip level and came down with the back of her right thigh THWHUMPING across the challenger’s throat. Pandora’s own stems flopped up on impact, but Veronica didn’t hook ‘em until she’d swung around into a Crossbody Press. Then she snagged ‘em both and folded Panda in half, the champ squinting into the overhead lights while Castle counted…
GUILLOTINE LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAd-XCKcf2Y
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Beach Bomber wrenched her good leg loose and that was enough to keep the match going for at least another few seconds. Alexis screamed for Castle’s head and the crowd wasn’t far behind, Treymane on the other hand didn’t even raise fingers to the ref. Instead she buried her fingers in Pandora’s hair and yanked her to one knee. A quick, short kick to the left leg kept the blonde hobbling long enough to haul her up into a snug Double Underhook. With the base of Pandora’s neck tucked against the gulping expanse of her own tummy, Veronica swung to the right, then snapped left and spun over into a flawless barrel roll that SPIKED Pandora’s forehead into the mat. The Curvaceous Colossus flopped onto her back and this time Veronica didn’t waste a second in coming aboard with a miniature Splash. Careful to snag that wounded left leg for her cradle, the dark-eyed blonde yanked Panda’s knee up to just beneath her chin while the official counted…
DAISY CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NvK1MwS-Ng
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Pandora twitched a shoulder off the mat at the last possible second, earning an incredulous, albeit slightly grudging cheer from those assembled.
“Holy SHYT.” Treymane muttered after she’d sucked in a deep breath. “What’s it gonna take to keep you down, Daisy?”
“Muuuhhhhh…. more than you’ve got in that little pop-gun, honNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Veronica grabbed a huge handful of the other blonde’s hair and jerked her into a Forearm Smash flush across the mouth. “Rhetorical question, Panny. I know exactly what needs to be done.”
On her feet shortly thereafter, the weary champ trudged to Pandora’s feet and claimed one in each hand. On the outside, Alexis pounded the apron and almost cheered before she remembered she was rooting for the challenger to whoop this punk’s ass. Didn’t make a bit of difference in the end, as the roar of the crowd more than made up for Suguitan’s silence. Far too focused on the task at hand (leg?) to worry about her valet’s consternation, Veronica did a quick do-si-do around the felled blonde’s left leg, then reclaimed her right ankle and extended that limb out straight to establish the dreaded ‘4’.
The gammy shifting burned through some of the fog in Pandora’s brain and she raised an exhausted hand. “Duuuhhhh…. don’t. Let go of my fahking legGGSSSSERRRRAAAAAAHHHH SHYT!”
FIGURE FOUR LEG-LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuq77exl7Ns
Treymane dropped to a seat, slipped her left leg over Pandora’s vulnerable ankle and pushed up on her hands to apply hellish torque with the Figure Four Leglock. Pandora sat up and shrieked, one hand pawing at her knee, the other swiping at Treymane’s nose, but the champ was leaned back just far enough to keep herself safe. “GIVE UP!” Veronica demanded as she rocked up and down. “I don’t want to put you on the shelf, but I will if you’re too stupid to quit!”
“What do you say, Pandora?” Nick found himself in the unusual position of making a legitimate surrender inquiry to the Courtier. “Need me to call--”
“F*CK NO!” Pandora bellowed as she shook her head ‘no’ the sweat flying in a fine mist. “I’M NOT GONNA TAP TO THIS SCRAWNY BYTCHEERRRGGHHHH!”
Treymane rose up as high as she could go and just poured wrenched that ravaged knee. “It’s over, girl!” the Dangerous Dame rasped. “Admit it before it costs you a kWHOAH!”
Pandora shot a fist into the air and sloooooowly started to roll onto her side. Amazed by the challenger’s strength even at this late stage, Veronica fell silent to better focus her energies on keeping the Figure Four in her favor. Fight though she might, Pandora kept on gaining ground until both blondes were balanced on knee and hip. An eternity seemed to pass as they hung on the precipice, though it couldn’t have been more than a second or two. Then Veronica torqued her hips and rolled them back to start, Pandora wailing as the champ sank it in deeper than ever. Almost breathless while the hold was in flux, the sold out crowd burst into cheers followed by a ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’ chant that dissolved into glorious madness when Panda smacked the canvas three times!
“YES!” Veronica pumped a fist in the air, then flexed her biceps with the Figure Four still in place. She didn’t relinquish the hold until the bell clanged and the Announcer confirmed it. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL FAWN WORLD CHAMPION… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse accepted her gold from Castle and held it high after she’d planted a conquering foot on Pandora’s fluttering tummy.
Impressed in spite of herself, Alexis slipped through the ropes and walked over to the victorious blonde. “Goddamn, Treymane. There were a dozen times in that match when I thought you were done, but you fought through and…” Suguitan trailed off, hating the idea that she was praising the woman who’d beaten her at ‘Mania. Even so, she nodded and said, “Good work.”
“Thanks, Lex. Go on, get outta here. Consider yourself off for the rest of the night.”
“F*ck that, you’re gonna drink for free anywhere in town tonight, I’m gonna be in on that.” Alexis answered without really thinking about it.”
“Mooching on my tab, Daisy? Gonna have to raise my hand if you wanna do that.”
“You evil bytch.”
Treymane just tapped her wrist. The Penthouse Panther rolled her eyes, grabbed Veronica’s wrist and raised it to the rafters. Duty fulfilled, she made a quick exit, leaving the Neo-Noir Knockout to enjoy a few victory laps as the last show of the year faded to black.
DA BADDEST BYTCHl:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LelyKR72gBI
That serves as more than enough of a cue for the audience to lose their collective shyt.Seconds later, the curtain parted and out stepped a physical specimen every bit as striking as any in the history of FAWN... and then some.
The organization’s Amazon moved to center stage and stood, alone, the rumored injured Ashley Locke and the Greek Goddess Adrianna Papadopolous nowhere to be seen. Tonight’s show would be all about the ascendancy of the most feared wrestler on Planet FAWN.
PANDORA:
As she strode down the ramp, ignoring the cacophony and the reach of a forest of arms, the near six-footer looks gloriously majestic, seemingly full recovered from the loss of her tag title. Presumably replacement gold was not far away.
As the Beach Bomber reached the squared circle, the Announcer did his due diligence. “Our final match of the evening is scheduled for one fall with a SIXTY minute time limit and is for the FAWN World Championship!”
The crowd roars, realizing with these two, it might just go the full time. The big beach blonde started up the steps and slid through seductively, ready to reclaim the top spot and hold sway over the singles’ world as she had done the tag.
“First, the challenger,” the announcer resumed, “hailing from parts unknown… She stands five feet eleven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and fifty-one pounds… Representing the Black Court, she is the one… the only… the incomparable… PAAANNNDDDOOORRRAAA!!!!!”
While there aren’t many women on the roster that could make the likes of Maggie Connor and Becky Clayton look like lightweights, Pandora certainly qualified. Standing just south of six feet tall, her stark bikini top was stretched to its limits to contain her double-Ds. As she moved to center stage, the lights danced off Pandora’s impossibly bronzed, impossibly smooth abdomen. Her taut undercarriage was sheathed in a matching set of bikini bottoms, with three aqua buttons befitting her Miami roots leading toward a tied off stretch of fabric on her left hip that extend halfway down her thigh. And when your legs never end, that’s a LONG way.
Calling for a microphone, Pandora waited impatiently for a FAWN flunky to race into the ring and provide the Amazon her amplification. Panny raised the device to her lips as her music and the jeering crowd fades.
“Ladies and gentlemen, after being robbed by those drunk, clover jockeys from Galway,”
The assembled let Pandora they didn’t agree with that characterization of the Kanes, Maeve and Moira the newly crowned THREE-time tag champions.
“Emily West, in her infinite wisdom and charity, is allowing me to reclaim my rightful place as FAWN’s preeminent wrestler. All hail the Black Queen. And people…get down on your knees and pledge allegiance to the Ultimate Amazonian Warrior!”
Pandora threw the stick to the canvas, raising her arms high and wide, reveling in her proclamation…until a stirring turns her face to one of fury. Who would dare interrupt this moment before its rightful completion?
The champ, that’s who.
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’, anthem for a woman who was quickly earning her bona fides as the face of the promotion’s ‘next generation’. Happy to lend his assistance to proceedings, the Announcer called, “And “And introducing first, accompanied to the ring by her Gun Moll, Alexis Suguitan,” more cheers, as the faithful had grown to enjoy the snarky dynamic between the champ and her involuntary valet, “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!”
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
Alexis came through the curtain first, either to pave the way for the champ or to steal a bit of her spotlight, no one knew for sure. Either way, the Penthouse Panther looked stunning in a short white 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 red kerchief around her neck and a gleaming white hat with a black band cocked at a rakish angle.
Pleased with the reaction in spite of her constant irritation over carrying out the month’s long loser’s penalty, Suguitan moved aside and actually extended a hand to show off the Dangerous Dame as she stepped into view. Armored in the black edition of her usual trench-coat and fedora, Veronica Treymane posted up at the top of the ramp and bellowed, “LOOK ALIVE YOUSE MUGS, IT’S TIME WE SLAYED A GIANT!”
VERONICA TREYMANE:
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 flicked her hair and grinned, clearly enjoying the attention brought by the pyrotechnics. 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 woman with even more physical presence than her last challenger, the Neo-Noir Knockout wore 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.
Attention never fully leaving the colossal challenger, 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 Thompson to Alexis.
“Gordy was running his mouth on Twitter earlier this week. I think you should let me do something about it.”
“Use your words, Alexis, not the Thompson.”
“Oh COME ON, it makes my words so much more meaningful!”
“Play nice and maybe I’ll get you a prop Derringer as a late Christmas present.”
“Screw that noise. I deserve a machine gun, dammit.”
“Then be good.”
Stifling a curse, Alexis strode off to the Timekeeper’s table to drop off the champ’s regalia while Treymane slipped through the ropes and saluted the crowd one more time before offering her wrists and knees to Nick Castle for final inspection.
Conventional wisdom said that one took a more methodical approach when opposing that colossal blonde known far & wide as Pandora. That even the most agile and fleetest of foot waited for the Court’s powerhouse to come forward on her own terms, to lure her into a bad angle in the hopes of taking advantage in that brief moment when she was off balance. Under NO circumstances was any wrestler in her right mind to charge the blonde at the bell, to blitzkrieg rush down the Beach Bomber’s throat and fire away with everything at your disposal.
But that was conventional wisdom.
Veronica Treymane didn’t have much use for conventional wisdom.
At least, that’s the thought that flashed through everyone’s mind when the bell sounded and the Dangerous Dame sprinted across the canvas like her target was magnetized. It must’ve surprised Pandy too because she didn’t even get her guard halfway up when the smaller blonde leapt up and THWHUMPED her right knee against the challenger’s chest. Her back still braced against the turnbuckles, Pandora let loose an incredulous ‘OOOOFFFFHH!’ as the champ drove a great deal of oxygen from her vaunted lungs.
Oh so aware that every single heartbeat counted in a battle against the near six footer, Treymane wrapped an arm around the back of Pandora’s noggin and held on tight as she set her feet on the middle strand. Jerking Pandy’s cheek against her own not unimpressive curves, Veronica curled her other hand into a fist and pounded half a dozen lightning quick Hammer Punches into her opponent’s forehead. Pandora didn’t quite shake it off, but Treymane could feel her shifting and knew she needed to do the same before the terrible titan could get her bearings. So she THUNKED a short Headbutt between Pandy’s eyes, then hopped down and grabbed the middle rope in both hands.
Already rocked back on her heels, the Neo-Noir Knockout surged forward, Treymane throwing every bit of her hundred and thirty plus pounds behind the Shoulderblock she THWHUMPED into Pandora’s midsection. Any other woman would’ve ended up with their butts wedged atop the second turnbuckle but the challenger only grunted and made a noise that sounded very much like irritation. Her mood grew a little less pleasant when Treymane drew back and piled on with half a dozen more Shoulderblocks all in the course of perhaps five seconds.
There would’ve been a lot more in the offering (Veronica could tell Panda’s butt wasn’t on the buckle yet and that meant there was plenty work to do) but she’d spent enough time in the corner to draw Nick’s attention. “All right, Veronica, raise your hands and back off, I want a clean break.”
In what was either gutsy or foolish depending on your outlook, Veronica straightened up, raised both hands overhead and went practically nose to nose with the Curvaceous Colossus. Seemingly nonplussed by the champion’s quick start, Pandora took a single step forward which in turn pressed her breasts against Treymane’s in a none too subtle display of aggression. “Seriously, you’re gonna give him a clean break?” she scoffed. “This is your one chance to go on the offensive and you’re gonna merc it just because a zebra told you NNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Pinstriped Powerhouse grabbed a double handful of Pandy’s hair and jerked her down even as she brought her right knee up and across. Bone collided with bone and Pandora reeled back on her heels just far enough for the champion to reset her footing. Then she repeated the process twice more and when she DID back off the blue-clad battler might’ve been reeling ever so slightly.
“Keep it clean next time, huh champ?” Castle chided as she stormed out of the corner. “I get that this is a big match for you, but the rules cover the Destroyers t--”
Veronica charged the buckles, twisted around in a tight circle and hopped off her plant foot to THWHACK the heel of her right boot against the side of Pandora’s face! The crowd went nuts as Pandy sizzled through that jolt of Chicago Lightning, but though it left her rockin’ and rolling, the former World Champion was still far too vertical for Treymane’s liking. In an effort to remedy that state she peeled out of the corner, raced to mid-ring and came right back for another THWHACKING bolt of Chicago Lightning!
Pandora groaned and sagged backward against the buckles, an arm thrown over the top rope presumably the only thing that kept her from dropping to her haunches. Calm, cool and collected in spite of the fact that the challenger just soaked up a double dose of the same shot that floored Becky Clayton, Treymane reversed out of the corner and made a beeline to the center for the third time in well under a minute. Then she charged, spun and lashed out with-- “GUUUHHHHH!” Pandora stepped out to meet her, and by ‘meet’ I mean she swatted Veronica’s leg aside and wrapped both hands around her throat. Demonstrating the strength that was still so terrifying even after her record setting run with Adrianna and Ashley, Panda lifted the Dangerous Dame straight off the mat and proceeded to squeeze with all her might!
Momentarily too surprised to recognize the choke, Treymane’s brain quickly caught up with her body and she started to cough and writhe and throw desperate punches against the other blonde’s noggin. Might as well have been nothing, the Beach Bomber kept right on throttling her until Castle hurried over and swatted her shoulder. “Enough of the choke, Pandora! Put her down right now!”
Pandora smirked and hoisted her burden higher, forcing the ref to start the count. At ‘FOUR!’, the challenger twisted around and dropped Treymane into a breathless seat on the top turnbuckle. Making no effort to keep the smirk off her face, the Courtier turned to the crowd with an index finger raised to her lips. The following ‘shhhhhhh’ did indeed quiet the crowd, at least until Pandora reared back and CRAAACKED her opponent’s tits with an Overhand Slap so stiff it sent Veronica tumbling over the ropes to the floor some twelve feet below!
Instead of being pleased with the incredible show of force, Pandora only looked annoyed. After a glance at the wreckage on the mats, she looked to Castle. “I don’t suppose you’ll go get her, will you?”
Nick shook his head ‘no’. “You put her there, you go get her, Pandy.”
“Guess I’ll have to. Otherwise the little idiot won’t beat the count.”
The ref wasn’t quite sure about that, not that he was foolish enough to say so out loud. Resigned to fetching the fragile little idiot that’d happened into HER World Title, Pandora stepped over the top rope, dropped to the floor and reached Treymane in all of two strides. “Don’t even think about getting yourself counted out, little girl.” she threatened in the midst of peeling Treymane off the thin blue mats. “If I even get a hint of you running from this fight, I might have to do, well, something like this.”
Murmurs of concern, then flat out groans from the crowd as Pandora slipped an arm through Veronica’s legs and hoisted her up onto her shoulder for a Scoop Slam. In truth it was more like a Toss Slam, as the Curvaceous Colossus took a few steps forward and tossed the smaller grappler more than halfway down the narrow aisle. Veronica hit with a heavy THWHUMP and immediately arched her back to alleviate the worst of the pain. Whether or not it worked was anyone’s guess, as the champ was still down and out when Pandora strolled over and helped herself to another handful of hair.
“Back in you go, little gangster. It’s about time you learned what sort of damage a real weapon can do.”
With one hand curled around Treymane’s throat, Pandora wedged the other against her prey’s inner thigh and muscled her overhead in an effortless Military Press. No pause to show off for the simpletons in the front row, Pandora simply turned to the squared circle and shoved / tossed Treymane between the top and middle rope!
Veronica barrel rolled to the center of the ring, ending splayed on her back, the FAWNatics booing the holy hell out of the blonde Amazon as Pandora hopped to the apron, putting her top to the test, then feigned stepping over the top rope before sliding between top and middle with a grin.
Apparently taking the controversial end of her tag title reign in stride, Panny leisurely strolled to the woman who’d established herself as The New Era’s poster girl and drove a huge stomp into ’Ronnie’s gut. Veronica jackknifed around the boot, eyes bulging. She gasped like she’s been gutted.
Everything Pandora did, even the simple things, seemed to have a different level of impact and, when Panny pulled the champ up by a wrist, whipped her to the ropes and Discus Clotheslined Veronica on her return so harshly, the destroyer-class titleholder backflipped into a face-down splatter to the mat, no one looked completely surprised.
Least of all it seemed Pandora herself, who stood in a straddle of the demolished champion. Veronica started the match a house afire and none of it mattered a bit, the busty beach blonde taking control in a way none could match.
Pandora didn’t bother rolling ‘Ronnie to her back and going for a pin. Instead, she forced the dazed Dame to her feet, quickly doubling the gangster over with a Toe Kick to the tummy that looked like it might end with Pandy’s big toe emerging through Treymane’s spine. Bent at the waist in front of Pandora, never a good place to be, as several dozen women could attest, Veronica had her tummy wrapped by a stooping Pandora’s arms.
The Curvaceous Colossus vaulted Veronica up in a front flip, momentarily resting the reeling World Champ on her right shoulder.
“There’s a champ and then there’s the best,” Pandora shouted. “In a couple minutes, they’ll BOTH be me.”
With that said, Pandora tossed Treymane to a face and chest-first collision with the mat that rattled the ring, her Dominator leaving the Pinstripe Powerhouse a weakened shell.
DOMINATOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sDgsgIwHUg
This time, Pandora did roll her fellow blonde to a starfish and took a right knee onto the cleft of the champ’s bosom for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Veronica threw a shoulder up to the crowd’s relief. Even Panny looked like she might have been disappointed if the woman who’d dethroned Portia VanBuren lost before all of the punishment she apparently planned had been delivered.
And after the magicians of dirty tricks, the Kanes, found a way to beat her and her two Court compatriots, tonight was as much about a show of force as putting gold back around her waist.
The Amazon rose from her knee and shoveled Veronica in a roll toward the nearest corner with her boot. Having placed the pliant powerhouse perfectly, Pandora strode to the buckles and climbed to the middle ropes, a sole on either side. Grabbing the top versions with both hands, she bounced in place, picking up steam and drawing a worried groan from the crowd who knew it’s time, it’s time, it’s Panny time.
Pandora launched up and out, her legs flying high and back behind her and the Amazon’s infamous tummy SLAPPED hard across that of Treymane, the Dangerous Dame again looking like she’s nearly split in two by a crushing Colossus.
PANNY BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rUcmBaYe87I
Pandora hooked the raised legs of a V-shaped, bug-eyed ‘Ronnie and rolled her into a tight cradle for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The crowd let loose with an audible sigh of relief as Veronica kicked free a few inches before the third slap came down to make the Amazon a two time World Champ.
The leader of what, in retrospect, had to be considered FAWN’s best tag team ever, slapped the mat with a hint of frustration. She rolled to her knees in an MMA-like mount of Ronnie, grapevining her legs around those of the titleholder she lowered and slide up the frame of her foe. Hovering over the bewildered blonde, Panny lowered her golden abdomen into Veronica’s face and began smothering Treymane with her flawless tummy.
Veronica flailed wildly, her oxygen supply cut until she could force her face to the side, breathlessly. The champ shoved at Panny’s hips, budging her slightly. It seemed only Pandora was going to move Pandora and she used her arms to push up while keeping Veronica from bucking with her grapevines below, then mini-splashed the glistening features of the Pinstripe Powerhouse with a drop of her belly, adding insult and injury in healthy combination. Having made her point, Pandora unhooked her legs and pushed to her feet, raising her arms high and wide.
“Now you see why Portia and Kylie are cowards, but smart cowards,” she shouted to the crowd.
“This woman is no coward. Emily told me as much. But I told Emily if she wasn’t, it was a championship-ending mistake. The Black Queen isn’t the only genius in the Court.”
Pandora tapped a temple with an index finger, showing she was not only FAWN’s ultimate body but a damned powerful brain too.
Standing next to the dismantled Treymane, a still Panny became a series of handholds for the struggling Dame to use to get to her feet. In her state, it’s not clear Veronica knew she’s climbing her curvy foe until she reached Pandora’s unmistakable rack and Treymane tore into the bounty with a pair of claws, Panny’s smirk instantly translated to a shriek of pain.
Veronica twisted her handfuls of flesh, the crowd roaring with approval. But a pained Pandora quickly raised both arms and brought them down in a set of Mongolian Chops to Veronica’s traps that made lead out of the champ’s arms, the Pinstripe Powerhouse losing her grips. Another massive pair of strikes dropped a grimacing ‘Ronnie to her knees in front of the challenger, paying homage to the pain Pandora could provide.
A furious Panny gave her gurls a quick massage, shifting them back into place in her top. She turned back to Veronica and cupped a hand under ‘Ronnie’s chin, lifting the champion lightly, only to tag her with a blistering Bytch Slap to Treymane’s left cheek. The champion sent into a violent 180 Pandora used to her advantage.
One of the arms of the Curvaceous Colossus wrapped over Veronica’s left shoulder while the other slides between the champ’s thighs. With barely a hint of effort, Pandora propelled Veronica into the air, pivoting with the Dangerous Dame and PLANTING her to the deck in brutal fashion with her Boogey Slam.
BOOGEY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L7d_5_5XV1Y
A demolished Veronica absently rolled to her back after the hellacious impact and Pandora rested her chest across Veronica in a Crossbody pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEENOOO!
Pandora leaned back on her haunches, mopped a hand across her barely damp brow and turned a curious eye on the referee. “You surprise me, Castle. I never would’ve taken you for someone who liked to linger around car accidents.”
“And you never struck me as the sort who’d want a quick count to mar the start of a title reign.” Nick deadpanned.
Pandora snorted. “You’re going to count to ten when I finish this punk off, little man.”
Plunging a hand into Treymane’s hair without even looking at the champ, the Beach Bomber got to her feet and forced Veronica to stand alongside. A Front Facelock followed quickly thereafter, Pandy simply palming the top of her foe’s noggin to force her low enough to secure the simple grip. Tossing Treymane’s near arm over her shoulder with the air of a woman finishing some menial but necessary task, Pandora helped herself to a handful of Veronica’s waistband and damn near bared her backside with the wedgie that helped power the smaller blonde’s ascent to high noon.
Quiet though they were after the challenger’s demoralizing flurry of offense, the Season’s Beatings crowd came to life again as the seconds rolled by. ‘ONE… TWO…. THREE… FOUR… FIVE…. SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NIOOOOHHHHHH!’
The Dangerous Dame brought her right knee up as fast as she could, which meant it hit the crown of Pandora’s skull with a low THWHUNK! Any other woman on the roster (hell, probably the continent) would’ve dropped her burden after one such brain-rattling collision, so of course it took ‘Ronnie a good half dozen to make the Curvaceous Colossus return her to the canvas. Focusing all her willpower to blunt the worst of her vertigo, Treymane actually turned her back on the challenger and leaned forward to better THWHACK a scintillating Back Kick into the pit of Panda’s vengeful midriff.
The blonde ‘oofffhed’ and doubled over, giving Veronica just enough time to swing back around for a Front Facelock of her own. Spurred by the roar of the crowd, the Neo-Noir Knockout leaned forward to put a little extra mustard on her DDT, then-- more OOOHHHH’s from the crowd, but for all the wrong reasons as Pandora braced splayed hands against Treymane’s tummy and straightened up while simultaneously extending her arms high overhead. Veronica was launched into the lights for what would’ve been a helluva freefall Flapjack if Pandora hadn’t stepped in and tagged her chin mid-descent with a European Uppercut that THWHAPPED off the cheap seats!
Turned inside out well before she hit the ground, Treymane landed hard on her left hip and shoulder, then slopped onto her tummy. Too irritated by the unexpected spark of resistance to bother with a cover, Pandora reached down, grabbed the champ’s distended togs and hauled her to boot leather. “I know Sue trained you. I know you think that makes you special.” Pandy noted after she’d laid claim to the Pinstripe Powerhouse’s left wrist. “It does not. She’s once in a generation. You… you’re just like all the others I’ve crushed.”
Assessment made, Pandora stepped back, dropped a hip and hurled Treymane at the corner on the far side of the ring. Too woozy to achieve her usual speed even with Pandora’s assist, Veronica was still movin’ at a pretty decent clip when she spun around and slammed into the thinly-padded steel. Pandora, having followed the champ’s back trail under the assumption that Treymane was too stubborn to go down, noted the continued verticality and actually picked up the pace right as she left her feet and stretched both arms wide for a gold-winning Avalanche “UNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Veronica twisted aside within an ace of oblivion, leaving the challenger to go tits-first into the top turnbuckle. Cursing the miss even as she sucked wind, Pandy grabbed hold of the top rope with both hands, meaning she was remarkably exposed when Treymane stepped alongside and THWHACKED a kick into the pit of right knee! Pandora shuddered hard but she also maintained her grip on the strands, meaning she didn’t go down. Veronica took it all in stride, she planted her right shoulder Pandora’s back and shoved forward with all her might, thus compressing Panda’s assets with another unpleasant collision.
Knowing she only had a few seconds (if that) before Castle tried to get them out of the corner, Veronica lowered her head, wedged it between the bigger blonde’s shoulders and unleashed a merciless flurry right hands, each one SPANKING off Pandora’s liver. The Beach Bomber wailed in actual hurt this time, in fact she might’ve crumpled to her knees if not for her position against the buckles. Veronica didn’t seem to care either way, she just kept hammering away until the senior official strode over and tapped her ribs.
“Out of the corner, ‘Ronnie.” Considering the damage she’d taken over the last several minutes, Castle expected the champ to use every bit of his count, so he was more than a little surprise when she stepped away without so much as a word of protest. Understanding dawned immediately thereafter when the Dangerous Dame slipped through the ropes and dropped to the floor on the other side of the ring-post.
“Wasn’t just Sue who trained me, Daisy.” Veronica huffed as she grabbed the challenger’s ankles. “Big sis taught me plenty too.”
In case anyone doubted the veracity of her claim, Veronica stepped back and yanked hard, earning herself a raucous ‘TIMBER!’ cheer when Pandora went down flat on her back. Things got even louder when Treymane stepped in and giant stepped right back out again, the pair of giant steps more than enough to THWHUMP Pandora’s undercarriage against the unforgiving steel!
“AHHHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHK!” Pandora sat up and howled, one hand flying to her abused center, the other swatting against the ropes, the corner, the turnbuckle, anything she could find for support. “You’re dead now, bitch.” the challenger snarled when she’d steadied the tiniest bit. “I’m going to put you on the injured list for a LONG TI-NO! DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT RRRGGGGGGHHHHH!”
Outside, Veronica took Pandora’s left ankle in both hands, pulled that leg away from her torso and then THWHUMPED it against the post! “Thought about it!” Veronica barked loud enough to be heard over Pandora’s wails. “Decided I’d risk it. Seems like it paid off, right Daisy?”
Pandora responded with more curses, so Treymane wheeled around and stomped away from the scene of the crime, adjusting her bottoms as she did so. Turning back when she was about halfway to the next corner, Veronica charged, spun and hopped to unload yet another peal of Chicago Lightning, this one to the side of her opponent’s exposed thigh! Unable to defend against the pinpoint attack in her current state, Pandora could only wail as her knee was almost wrapped around the cool steel of the ring post. Back in the ring, Castle had reached ‘FIFTEEN!’ on his count and was starting to wonder if Treymane was going to take a count-out. He was disabused of this notion when the Neo-Noir Knockout sidled up the apron, rolled under the bottom rope… and promptly rolled back out.
“Not gonna let you use the count forever, Veronica.” the zebra noted as Treymane reclaimed her foe’s ankles.
“Don’t need forever, Shamus.” Treymane extended Pandora’s gams full length, then folded the blonde’s left shin over her right thigh in an all too familiar numeral. “Hell, I probably don’t even need a minute.”
“Buuuhhhh… bytch.” Pandora groaned. “You better HOPE you break my leg. Because if you don’t I’m gonna snap you in AAAARRRRRRHHHHHHH GAAAAAAHD DAAAAMMMIT!”
Veronica dropped backward, kicked her own stems up and hooked them over Pandora’s exposed ankle to put excruciating torque on an already ghastly hold. On their feet to better observe Panda writhing and wailing like a mere mortal, the FAWNatics bellowed, ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’ even if they knew the challenger would be free of the gammy trap sooner than later.
RINGPOST FIGURE FOUR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0n7lHePwl6Q
There were no doubt notes being taken by someone in the Black Court as Nick Castle was slow to end the torture on the Blonde Amazon, the official giving Treymane a full five seconds before starting his count. Veronica used every bit of it in an attempt to shred Pandora’s knee. Over the last few, Panny screamed bloody murder as her leg may have reached a breaking point.
Veronica released before the DQ came, unclasping her Leglock, rotating and dropping her boots to the floor. Looking damn gangster, Veronica raised a hand high to the roar of the crowd and walked down the length of the ring. She shared a high-five with a more supportive Alexis, Suguitan apparently caught up in the moment of a seeing FAWN’s Most Feared in dire straits.
The Pinstripe Powerhouse turned to see Pandora feverishly working at her knee, scowl and worry stamped on her face in equal measure. The busty blonde pushed to her feet, a pronounced limp in her step as she leaned heavily against the apron.
“Nail her ass,” Alexis whispered in the champ’s ear. “Or better yet, nail her knee again.”
Veronica seemed to take the advice as she’s immediately off like a shot, racing to Panny. Closing in, she lifted a boot, going for a stomp to the kneecap of the injured stem. Thinking quickly, Pandora pushed off her good leg, throwing her body up to the apron and rolling under the ropes as Veronica went skidding by.
Treymane caught herself at the metal barricade, a smirk emerging on her glistening features. She shrugged and turned back to the ring, more than happy to go predator on Pandora’s ass inside the squared circle.
Using the ropes to pull her majestic frame to vertical, Pandora leaned against the cables, facing out to the roaring crowd. Veronica hopped to the apron a few feet away and stalked toward her challenger, right fist at the ready to deck the beach blonde.
But before she could put the Black Courtier to the canvas, Panny flashed a thumb to the champ’s right eye and Veronica shrieked in pain. Grabbing the head of a stooped Treymane, Pandora pulled her fellow blonde through, over the middle rope, but halted when Veronica’s ankles laid across the cable, Treymane’s body still raised and extended.
The challenger laid out, SPIKING Veronica’s skull into the canvas with an aided and impactful DDT. At once, the delirious crowd was silenced. Pandora roughly and hurriedly shoved Veronica to her back and covered for the…
ONE…
TWO…
And Panny feels no movement for THREE.
Indeed, Veronica’s shoulders remained on the canvas, but when Pandora started to rise for her second World Title reign, she saw Castle pointing at the ropes and Treymane’s leg propped over the bottom one.
Pandora sank her hands into her flaxen locks and ruffled the strands in furious frustration.
“DAMMMIT!” she shouted, pushing gingerly to her feet.
Panny limped her way in a wide arc, trying and only partially succeeding in bringing her knee back into proper working order. Still, it’s enough to haul a semi-cooperative Treymane to her feet.
Pandora shoved Veronica into the corner so she could let the buckles take on Treymane’s weight.
Delicately, at least on one side, the Amazon climbed to the bottom ropes and STUFFED the seemingly infinite expanse of her tanned tummy into Veronica’s mug. Swiping her infamous abs into the champ’s face, she then shifted her pelvis to slap her belly into the features of the Powerhouse, adding some insult to Veronica’s injury with a little Navel Gazing.
Beneath, Veronica’s torso squirmed, her arms flailing. Pandora reveled in the ineffective response, wrapping an arm around the back of the neck of the Dangerous Dame. Using her legs to push off as best she could, Pandora stepped off her low-rope perch and dropped to her back, again PLANTING Veronica’s cranium to canvas with another supercharged DDT.
This one came with enough impact and from such an angle that Veronica flipped to her back from the collision, skidding to a stop in a wide spreadeagle, motionless a few feet from Pandora who sat up with a wry smile plastered across her face.
“She can’t beat me when I’m on one leg,” the Amazon shouted, not without some evidence.
Instead of going for a pin, Panny winced as she pushed to her feet and hovered over the splayed champion. Not testing her injured knee, Pandora decided not to stray from her foe, instead immediately launching off one leg into the air above Veronica’s head and SPLASHING the face of the Powerhouse with a Tummy Tuck.
Veronica’s legs and torso twitched from the impact then fall still, Treymane still sucking on Amazon abs as Nick dropped to the canvas and slapped out the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Helped by how high Pandora’s pin was on her frame, Veronica managed to bicep curl her foe through a barrel roll off her body, continuing her reign for the time being.
Panny pushed to hands and knees, her head snapping toward the champion, blonde locks momentarily spread in a fan before falling across her shoulders.
“I get it,” she panted. “Don’t want to give it up. But you don’t have a choice.”
Pandora crawled to a still splayed Veronica and dove on top of her in a Reverse JMD Sleeper, wrapping her arms beneath the head of the champion.
Having been plunged into the satiny, humid darkness of Pandora’s bounty, Veronica’s body acted as though it’s electrified.
A grinning Panny rode out the thrashing with clenched teeth, safe in knowing Veronica’s getting no air, as she felt the tug of Treymane’s lips on her cleavage.
On the sidelines, Alexis couldn’t hide a smile at the humiliating manner in which her employer was going to lose her gold, but she put up a solid front, slapping the canvas and urging Treymane to fight her way free.
Shoving and twisting and thrusting her body like a fish out of water, Veronica did just that, the fact that it’s an improvised reverse smother rather than one where Pandora was pressing down with her full body weight, saved the title holder.
Treymane emerged greasy-faced and gasping, rising to a seated position but making it no further.
“You’re no fun,” growled the Amazon, as she pushed to her feet. “This is going to hurt you AND me,” she added. “But fine.”
Grabbing Veronica by her head, she tugged the Pinstripe Powerhouse to her feet and drew her into a Front Facelock, throwing a limp arm of Ronnie’s over her neck. Moving a hand to the champ’s hip, Pandora grimaced in preparation for a test of her wounded knee she was apparently hoping to avoid as she readied to launch Veronica up for ‘All the Evils of the World’ to make her a two-time World Champion.
Hooks set deep, Pandora clenched her jaw and muscled the demolished champ up over “UNNNGHHH!” The Courtier got her burden all the way to three o’clock, but a hard twinge in her bad knee forced her to return Treymane back to start. To make matters worse, the Pinstripe Powerhouse reared back and drilled a short, sharp kick into Pandora’s thigh just above her throbbing knee. Panda wailed, let loose and doubled over, both hands instinctively flying to the damaged joint. Acting just as quickly, Veronica buried both hands in the challenger’s hair and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. In the next instant she wrapped her arms around Pandora’s waist, dipped her knees and flipped the Curvaceous Colossus end over end! Against any other opposition Veronica would’ve given them some time to think about it, but against this particular threat she immediately kicked her feet forward and dropped to her tush, just THWONKING the crown of Pandora’s skull against the canvas.
The FAWNatics screamed their approval even as the blue-clad battler went ramrod straight before slopping over onto her back in a boneless starfish. Spinning to one knee immediately thereafter, Treymane would’ve gone for a cover if the other blonde hadn’t rolled over onto her tummy and clambered to all fours. “HIT HER AGAIN, TREYMANE!” Suguitan shouted as she pounded the apron with both hands. “DON’T LET HER GET UP, JUST HIT HER UNTIL SHE’S--YEAH, THAT’S IT!”
Having created some distance when she realized Pandy was on the rise, Veronica backed into the ropes on the Destroyer’s right, bounced out and built up a good head of steam before she TONKED her left knee into the side of opposing noggin. Big sister’s Knee Trembler knocked Pandora flat, alas it was a matter of mere heartbeats before she made it to one knee like some insatiable catfighting Terminator.
KNEE TREMBLERl
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqsgdfPIeGo
Seemingly unflustered by her opponent’s durability, Veronica hit the ropes directly in front of Pandora, raced back, dropped low and THWOCKED her right heel between the Courtier’s eyes as hard as she could. The Cement Shoe knocked Panda head over heels, the former World Champ landing with her tush to the rafters and both heels somewhere around her ears. The crowd (and Alexis) once again urged the Neo-Noir Knockout to cover her adversary and Pandora once again thwarted the effort by tumbling over onto her belly before the champ could so much as shoot a Half Nelson.
CEMENT SHOE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bERWMyavY9E
Almost pulling her hair in frustration, Alexis let out a deep sigh and called, “You’ve gotta keep her down, Treymane. Even with that bad wheel, she gets up and she’s gonna crush you.”
Veronica drew in a deep breath, nodded once. “I know, that’s why I’m going to crush her first.” Suguitan had no idea how the champ was going to accomplish such a task, especially with Pandora already back to one knee, but she was too invested to offer any snark. Eyes locked on the limping lioness, Treymane circled around to Panda’s six, bounced off the ropes for the third time in less than a minute and came in low and fast. Pandora was just about at full verticality when Treymane’s right shoulder just SLAMMED into the pit of her left knee in a Chopblock that might as well have been a Spear. The challenger’s leg flew up in a Rock-ette’s impression gone wrong, as the momentum turned her inside out in mid-air before she came down on the back of her head and shoulders. Stifling a sob behind clenched teeth, Pandora slopped onto her back, tried to sit up and ate a heel to the forehead for her troubles.
“DOWN, Daisy.” Veronica huffed to the finally flattened battler.
For once Pandora obliged her, the Delectable Dreadnaught too hurt to muster a response. Too pragmatic to risk wasting time on a celebration, Treymane glanced around, decided the positioning was right and strode for the nearest corner. Through the ropes in a trice, the Pinstripe Powerhouse climbed to the third floor and stood tall. Finally taking a moment to acknowledge the thunderous level of noise, Veronica grabbed an invisible Thompson, leveled it on Pandora and fired off a long burst. With the fans cheering louder than ever, Treymane leapt into the lights, kicked both legs up to hip level and came down with the back of her right thigh THWHUMPING across the challenger’s throat. Pandora’s own stems flopped up on impact, but Veronica didn’t hook ‘em until she’d swung around into a Crossbody Press. Then she snagged ‘em both and folded Panda in half, the champ squinting into the overhead lights while Castle counted…
GUILLOTINE LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAd-XCKcf2Y
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Beach Bomber wrenched her good leg loose and that was enough to keep the match going for at least another few seconds. Alexis screamed for Castle’s head and the crowd wasn’t far behind, Treymane on the other hand didn’t even raise fingers to the ref. Instead she buried her fingers in Pandora’s hair and yanked her to one knee. A quick, short kick to the left leg kept the blonde hobbling long enough to haul her up into a snug Double Underhook. With the base of Pandora’s neck tucked against the gulping expanse of her own tummy, Veronica swung to the right, then snapped left and spun over into a flawless barrel roll that SPIKED Pandora’s forehead into the mat. The Curvaceous Colossus flopped onto her back and this time Veronica didn’t waste a second in coming aboard with a miniature Splash. Careful to snag that wounded left leg for her cradle, the dark-eyed blonde yanked Panda’s knee up to just beneath her chin while the official counted…
DAISY CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NvK1MwS-Ng
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Pandora twitched a shoulder off the mat at the last possible second, earning an incredulous, albeit slightly grudging cheer from those assembled.
“Holy SHYT.” Treymane muttered after she’d sucked in a deep breath. “What’s it gonna take to keep you down, Daisy?”
“Muuuhhhhh…. more than you’ve got in that little pop-gun, honNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Veronica grabbed a huge handful of the other blonde’s hair and jerked her into a Forearm Smash flush across the mouth. “Rhetorical question, Panny. I know exactly what needs to be done.”
On her feet shortly thereafter, the weary champ trudged to Pandora’s feet and claimed one in each hand. On the outside, Alexis pounded the apron and almost cheered before she remembered she was rooting for the challenger to whoop this punk’s ass. Didn’t make a bit of difference in the end, as the roar of the crowd more than made up for Suguitan’s silence. Far too focused on the task at hand (leg?) to worry about her valet’s consternation, Veronica did a quick do-si-do around the felled blonde’s left leg, then reclaimed her right ankle and extended that limb out straight to establish the dreaded ‘4’.
The gammy shifting burned through some of the fog in Pandora’s brain and she raised an exhausted hand. “Duuuhhhh…. don’t. Let go of my fahking legGGSSSSERRRRAAAAAAHHHH SHYT!”
FIGURE FOUR LEG-LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuq77exl7Ns
Treymane dropped to a seat, slipped her left leg over Pandora’s vulnerable ankle and pushed up on her hands to apply hellish torque with the Figure Four Leglock. Pandora sat up and shrieked, one hand pawing at her knee, the other swiping at Treymane’s nose, but the champ was leaned back just far enough to keep herself safe. “GIVE UP!” Veronica demanded as she rocked up and down. “I don’t want to put you on the shelf, but I will if you’re too stupid to quit!”
“What do you say, Pandora?” Nick found himself in the unusual position of making a legitimate surrender inquiry to the Courtier. “Need me to call--”
“F*CK NO!” Pandora bellowed as she shook her head ‘no’ the sweat flying in a fine mist. “I’M NOT GONNA TAP TO THIS SCRAWNY BYTCHEERRRGGHHHH!”
Treymane rose up as high as she could go and just poured wrenched that ravaged knee. “It’s over, girl!” the Dangerous Dame rasped. “Admit it before it costs you a kWHOAH!”
Pandora shot a fist into the air and sloooooowly started to roll onto her side. Amazed by the challenger’s strength even at this late stage, Veronica fell silent to better focus her energies on keeping the Figure Four in her favor. Fight though she might, Pandora kept on gaining ground until both blondes were balanced on knee and hip. An eternity seemed to pass as they hung on the precipice, though it couldn’t have been more than a second or two. Then Veronica torqued her hips and rolled them back to start, Pandora wailing as the champ sank it in deeper than ever. Almost breathless while the hold was in flux, the sold out crowd burst into cheers followed by a ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’ chant that dissolved into glorious madness when Panda smacked the canvas three times!
“YES!” Veronica pumped a fist in the air, then flexed her biceps with the Figure Four still in place. She didn’t relinquish the hold until the bell clanged and the Announcer confirmed it. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL FAWN WORLD CHAMPION… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse accepted her gold from Castle and held it high after she’d planted a conquering foot on Pandora’s fluttering tummy.
Impressed in spite of herself, Alexis slipped through the ropes and walked over to the victorious blonde. “Goddamn, Treymane. There were a dozen times in that match when I thought you were done, but you fought through and…” Suguitan trailed off, hating the idea that she was praising the woman who’d beaten her at ‘Mania. Even so, she nodded and said, “Good work.”
“Thanks, Lex. Go on, get outta here. Consider yourself off for the rest of the night.”
“F*ck that, you’re gonna drink for free anywhere in town tonight, I’m gonna be in on that.” Alexis answered without really thinking about it.”
“Mooching on my tab, Daisy? Gonna have to raise my hand if you wanna do that.”
“You evil bytch.”
Treymane just tapped her wrist. The Penthouse Panther rolled her eyes, grabbed Veronica’s wrist and raised it to the rafters. Duty fulfilled, she made a quick exit, leaving the Neo-Noir Knockout to enjoy a few victory laps as the last show of the year faded to black.