Post by bigfan on Jun 8, 2017 23:09:27 GMT
The lights went out all over the arena. But far from the murky gloom of the Church of Eternal Midnight or the expectant darkness of that preceded Lily Burlingame’s comet, this had an obvious focal point in the FAWNtron, which showed a quickly shifting montage of metropolitan skylines from around the world. New York, London, Paris, Sydney, Los Angeles, Rio and ultimately Orlando, with the FAWN arena on prominent display. The speakers kicked in as the locals started to cheer, the volume of the former more than loud enough to make sure everyone heard the opening to Fall Out Boy’s ‘Centuries’.
CENTURIES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZEnQogAd8U
Some legends are told,
Some turn to dust or to gold,
But you will remember me,
Remember me for centuries.
Light returned in time with the first verse, revealing that each side of the ramp was lined with half a dozen burly secret services types in black suits. Backs to the surprised fans, they kept their eyes trained on the entryway, where the traditional curtain had been replaced with a set of frosted glass double doors emblazoned with a single name:
$UGUITAN
And just one mistake,
Is all it will take.
Go down in history,
Remember me for centuries.
Someone on the other side damn near kicked the doors off their hinges and out strode the Filipino Phenom looking every bit the powerhouse who’d sent a legend, Portia VanBuren, into retirement. Calm, cool and collected despite the roar of the crowd and the pounding of her own heart, the Penthouse Panther tipped her head, allowing the sunglasses she wore to slide down her nose. Dark eyes locked on those throughout the crowd. Alexis flashed them a quick smirk and strode purposefully toward the ring.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Manila in the Philippines, she stands five feet and eight inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
Long gone is the Lexy’s red velvet, in its place a gleaming white two piece that seemed to glow against the mellow copper of her complexion. The pro-style trappings continued with matching knee-pads and shin-high boots, the former adorned with the same stylized $ seen on the double doors. Last but not least was the voluminous sleeveless mink coat, an accessory that would’ve looked just as appropriate at a red carpet premiere or adorning the shoulders of some warrior queen as she strode onto the battlefield.
Paying minimal attention to the hands straining in her direction, Suguitan ascended the ring steps. She slipped through the ropes to claim the center of the ring and calls the official over to remove her fur.
Without speaking, Alexis turned her back to the man, the former Associate stretching her arms wide. “Proceed.”
The ref does as he’s told, carefully slipping the mink off one shoulder and then the other. Its absence revealed a final detail about Suguitan’s new attire, a glittery golden $ stretched taut across her sculpted backside, claiming Portia’s legacy even as she ended the FAWN original’s tempestuous career.
Alexis retreated to her side of the ring. She tossed her glasses to a ringside flunky and threw her arms over the top rope, waiting for the arrival of her foe.
“And introducing her opponent,” the Announcer called over the roar of the Mayhem crowd,” hailing from San Antonio Texas, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty three pounds. She is the Lone Wolf, the Dark Star and the Blackest Hat of them all… LEAH MONTOYA!”
Boos from the front row to the cheap seats, the sound of the Texan‘s name drawing a poisonous reaction from everyone within hearing. The jeers grew even louder when the lights went out and the sound system kicked into the heavy guitar and drum riff that marked Chevelle’s ’Hats off to the Bull’. Bright amidst the bass and boos, a small flame blossomed at the center of the stage then split in two directions and raced around on an erratic path before meeting again several feet below. The upper deck saw the pattern clearly and by now everyone who’d been a regular viewer since her rebirth knew what was being drawn -- a huge circle containing a five pointed star.
LEAH MONTOYA:
THOOMP!’ A spotlight exploded along with the chorus and there was Leah Montoya, a woman simultaneously hotter than the desert in August and colder than a wind off the plains in December. For tonight’s battle with one of the stars of the so-called ‘new generation’, the truculent Texan wore simple black trunks and a matching tankini top patterned in the style an old fashioned western vest. Her elbow pads were matte black, as were those at her knees, though they were emblazoned with large silver stars. Her boots were shiny black leather and a closer inspection revealed the presence of wicked spurs that glittered dull red beneath the lights. Montoya’s hands were heavily taped from the base of her fingers to well past her wrists and lest you forget the weapon that instilled fear into the hearts of cattle and catfighter alike, there was the heavy length of bull rope tied to a tarnished brass bell.
Pretty, cruel features face was shadowed by the brim of her black Stetson, Leah *might* have flashed the briefest of smiles as she made her way to the squared circle. Ignoring the crowd for the sheep they were, Leah hopped onto the apron like a lightweight, then dipped between the ropes and sauntered to the center of the ring. Tipping her hat back with an index finger Eyes locked on the stage, Montoya raised the bull rope high overhead to summon an eruption of silver sparks from each corner, not to mention a fresh round of boos from those assembled. After the pyro faded away Leah removed her hat and handed it to Al Carpenter, who handled it with the proper reverence. Same went for the bull rope, cowbell and spurs, though it took a great deal of convincing on his part to make Leah part with the tricks of her trade. No less dangerous when armed with nothing save her fists, Montoya strolled into a far corner and settled in to stare down the next woman to wear her brand.
The bell clanged and both women left their corners, Leah heading right while Alexis went left in slow circle that began to shrink following their first circuit of the squared circle. This apparent reluctance from two of FAWN’s notorious hard cases proved quite puzzling to a large portion of the crowd, though it made perfect sense upon further consideration. Ruthless though they were, neither Montoya or Suguitan were anyone’s idea of foolish, and approaching an unknown entity with dukes up was most definitely foolish. They knew of each other by reputation of course. The Lone Wolf had mowed down wave after wave of opposition with her cowbell and bull rope and Alexis herself considered the savage leather strap beating the Texan put on Autumn Sammain to be among the finest in FAWN’s history. As for Leah, she was of the mind that any woman who could put Portia Van Buren out of the fed for good was someone worthy of her respect, at least until they met nose to nose in the center of the ring.
Such a meeting would happen quickly, their circle drawn tight enough to allow them the occasional feint or swat at an outstretched hand. Eventually they slowed to a stop and while they weren’t exactly nose to nose, it could have been with a single step from either woman. “Like your style, darlin.’” Leah told her opponent after a short silence. “The ambulance job you put on Baby was a thing of beauty.”
Alexis smiled, the Filipino Phenom eager to battle a foe that wouldn’t squeal to the ref after a hair pull or a quick yank on the waistband. “Yes, yes it was. Want one for yourself?”
“Step on up if you’ve got what it takes.”
Suguitan did just that, raising her hands and snatching hold of Montoya’s “NNGGH!” Leah stepped in and drilled a Headbutt between Alexis’s eyes before the catfighter set her talons to work. Alexis cursed, staggered, then steadied out because Montoya hooked her right arm under the other brunette’s left bicep. PAK-PAK-PAK! Leah pounded three straight left hands into Suguitan’s belly. The gut shots sent Alexis’s defenses south, meaning she was vulnerable to the follow-up Headbutt Leah drilled into her temple. Alexis grunted, CRAAACKED Leah’s cheek with a Bytch Slap, then curled that hand into a claw and set it loose on the curve of her opponent’s left breast.
Now it was Montoya who grimaced, though she made no attempt to free her bounty or release the Arm-Trap. “Not bad, darlin’.” the Texan murmured. “I think you and me are gonna get along just OFFFFHH!”
The Penthouse Panther pivoted into Montoya and drilled a Kneelift into her tummy without bothering to end the Breast Claw, indeed she squeezed that much harder once she’d reset her footing. “Get along?” Suguitan narrowed her focus to Leah’s nipple, pinching and tweaking through the thin lycra to impose her will. “Is that Texas for ‘I’m going to sit on your face and maul your crotch all night? Because if it is, yeah, we’ll get along just--”
She would have said ‘fine’ if Montoya hadn’t slipped a hand beneath one of Alexis’s cups for a little tweaking of her own. “I meant ‘get along’ in the sense that we are of the same mind on certain topics.” Montoya explained as she answered one of Suguitan’s vicious twists with an equally callous pinch. “Doesn’t mean you won’t end the night in tears, but hopefully it means you won’t complain about--” Leah drew in a sharp breath as Alexis got into her one-piece via the arm hole.
No words now, only a taunting smile from the Ferocious Filipino as she put Montoya’s nub through the ringer. The Dark Star matched her tit-for-tat, both brunettes willing themselves to hide the pain of this rather peculiar Test of Strength. Their standoff was nearly thirty seconds old when Al Carpenter cleared his throat with a polite little cough and stepped up to the action. Careful to keep his gaze somewhere around their respective foreheads, the official said, “Ladies, there’s nothing illegal about your current… arrangement, but perhaps you could broaden the scope of your campaign a bit?”
Alexis didn’t even look at him. “Sure, nerd.” She cupped her hand over Montoya’s breast and sunk her nails in deep. Leah hissed and shook her head, waving off the worst of the hurt. Bearing down on Suguitan’s trapped arm, the Texan rose up on her toes, forcing the white-clad battler to do the same. Then she took Alexis’s nub between thumb & forefinger and twisted like she meant to take it as a trophy.
‘Lexis swallowed a groan, responded with another winning smile. “That all you got, cowgirl? I thought you wanted to fight NNNNNGGHHHH!”
Montoya stuffed a Kneelift into her foe’s crotch and relinquished her pincher to easier catch the catfighter in a Front Facelock when she doubled over. Transitioning out of the arm-trap to snatch hold of Alexis’s waistband, Leah muscled the other woman overhead, shifted a bit and put her free hand against Suguitan’s tummy and gave her a hard push! What started as a simple Vertical Suplex sent Alexis into a high, floaty arc that dropped her flat on her back halfway across the ring with a resounding THAWHAM!
VERTICAL SUPLEX TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iI-rQzSUDE8
Alexis ‘ooofffhed’ and sat up, one hand rubbing at her lower back while the other reached for the strands. Mildly disappointed to see the catfighter seeking refuge in the ropes, Leah strolled over and swatted a swift kick into that questing limb. “None of that now, darlin’. “We don’t ask for mercy and we sure as hell don’t give it.”
Alexis shook the sting out of her hand and rose to one knee. “I’ll remember that when I’ve got you whimpering and helpNNNNNNGGHHHH!”
Positioned behind the seated brunette, Montoya gripped Alexis’s shoulder, pushed onto her toes and dropped down to drill the point of her elbow into the crown of Alexis’s noggin. Two more Elbow Drops kept Suguitan sludgy and pliable as Montoya dragged her to verticality. “Gonna have to do more than talk tuff if you wanna get me down, darlin’. Maybe try somethin’ like this.” The Lone Wolf crouched and wrapped her arms around the Filipino’s upper thighs. Hands knotted against the strong shelf of Alexis’s glutes, Leah lifted her up into the air and went down on one knee to spike Alexis’s undercarriage against her posted thigh.
Doubled over by the Inverted Atomic Drop, Suguitan reached for the Texan’s hair only to come up short when Montoya swept her to the mat with a Double Leg Takedown. Still in control of Alexis’s ankles, Leah spread those tawny stems wide and looked down at the stunned exotique. “Not gonna plead off, are ya?” Leah chided. “Figured hangin’ around with ‘Ronnie Treymane might’ve made you soft.”
Alexis struggled, but couldn’t free her legs. Steeling herself for what came next, she curled both hands into fists and flipped Leah off. “Give it your worst you roughneck piece of NNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHH!”
Montoya sprang up, kicked both legs forward and brought them slamming down on Alexis’s inner thighs. Wishboned by the Texas Spread, Suguitan sat up with both hands wedged between her thighs, the usually savvy warrior unaware that Montoya had reclaimed the high ground after a quick back somersault. THWHACK! The Low Dropkick took Alexis in the forehead and knocked her into a loopy spread-eagle that lasted until Leah plucked her right leg off the mat and spun around it in a nice little do-si-do.
TEXAS SPREAD & LOW DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LD4Jj_PEovk
“NO!” Alexis sat up fast and reached forward a bit too slow, as Montoya hooked her right leg over the brunette’s exposed right ankle to secure the Figure Four.
“Yes, darlin’. Dig deep now, this is gonna hurt.” With that Leah braced her hands against the canvas and hoisted her tush off the mat to set off bolts of anguish all through the catfighter’s captured stems.
Alexis bit her lower lip as Leah poured on the pressure. The Filipino Phenom, being run ragged by the doe-eyed cowgirl, could hold it in no longer when Montoya lifted into a bridge, increasing the agony several-fold. She howled in pain, tearing into her own ebony mane to spread the anguish. She squealed out an emphatic ‘no’ when Al asked if she wanted to surrender.
Lifting on her own palms, Suguitan rotated her frame and tried to drag Leah to the ropes. With her foe inching closer to an escape, Montoya took a calculated risk, rolling away from the cables to draw Alexis with her. An instantaneous stop put both women on their chests, and left the power of the leglock in Alexis’s gams, but the clever Montoya kept the momentum going and the movement ended in a full 360 spin with Leah back in control of her Figure-Four near the middle of the ring.
Now far removed from her planned escape route, the former Associate swallowed hard as she stared into the grinning face of Montoya. The brunette drew another anguished cry from Alexis.
“Ain’t like wrestlin’ a pampered princess, is it?” Leah asked.
Beads of sweat coursing freely, her left leg feeling like it’s about to shatter, Alexis shook her head in anticipation of another offer from Carpenter; deciding Montoya didn’t need or deserve an answer, at least a verbal one.
Instead, Alexis started rocking from side to side. It’s Leah’s turn to shake her noggin, the brunette in disbelief as Suguitan was finally able to roll and stop the women onto their chests. Montoya’s reaction was immediate and it became painfully obvious showing Alexis another way out of the hold wasn’t such a good idea. Yipping, Leah’s able to break loose of the knot and scrambled to her feet while an aching Alexis pulled her pained stem in close.
Or she tried to, an attentive Leah striding back to the downed Suguitan and snatching the left limb at the ankle. Leah leapt into a front flip, taking the leg with her and when the Texan hitt the deck, Suguitan’s stem snaps back violently, her hamstring and groin stretched to the snapping point.
An agonized Alexis rose to a seated position, legs extended in front of her as Leah rolled through her flip and hopped to vertical. She turned and sped at Suguitan from behind, landing a vicious Soccer Kick to the exotic’s spine. Alexis’s back arched in pain as the boot thumped into her backbone.
“Expected better, darlin’” Montoya informed. “But then I’m often disappointed with my competition.”
Leaning over, Leah sank her nails into the Filipino’s ebony strands and ripped the reeling Alexis to her feet. Going ‘old school’, she snaked her arms around Suguitan’s head and neck, tightening when she sank the Sleeper in place. Leah leaned her body into her foe, forcing the former Associate’s chin into her cleavage as she worked to cut off the blood flow to the Filipino’s brain.
Alexis’ flailing lessened perceptibly after several seconds and her legs gave a shimmy. But as it seemed she might be reduced to her knees, Suguitan lifted both arms and cupped her hands around the back of Leah’s skull and pulled her foe’s chin tight to the crown of her head. Before Montoya could counter, Alexis dropped to knees and DROVE the top of her cranium into Montoya’s jaw. Leah staggered away from the penitent Suguitan, making it a few steps before dropping to a knee.
Knowing time was of the essence, the Filipino Phenom pushed to her feet and turned to find a rising Montoya. Closing the gap between them, the copper-skinned beauty whipped into a savage Spin Kick that cracked off Leah’s jaw.
SPIN KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_dyj3F58jKk
The head of the pale cowgirl snapped away from the impact, sending Montoya into a violent pirouette. With Leah ending in front of her foe, Alexis raised a pair of Knife-Edges high and SLAMMED them down into either nape of Montoya’s neck. Somehow the doe-eyed brunette managed to remain off her knees, though her body drooped loosely from the Mongolian Chops.
Buoyed by seizing control, Alexis grabbed hold of the aching Texan and leaned her back in an arch. In rapid succession, she lifted the squirming Montoya up then Clotheslined her to the deck with an STO Driver that left the cowgirl looking like she’s been bucked from a bull.
STO DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oGaIdmCPqfY
Alexis draped her frame atop the splayed Leah in a Crossbody Pin and forced the…
ONE…
TWO…
Montoya shoved a shoulder up, keeping the fight going, though Suguitan was quick to make Leah pay for the defiance.
The woman who sent Portia VanBuren to the showers for good hauled a flagging Montoya to her feet, making sure to keep her bodyweight draped atop a bent-at-the-waist Leah. Alexis started to collect a Double-Underhook but decided to get catty and instead found double handfuls of Leah’s wardrobe. Instead of using captured arms, Alexis wedgied a howling Montoya off her feet.
The powerful Penthouse Panther flipped the suddenly beleaguered Leah up her body, catching her foe in a seated position on her shoulders. It took but a split-second for Suguitan to change Montoya’s direction from up to down and Alexis splattered the cowgirl into the thinly-sheathed plywood with her signature Panty Peeler.
PANTY PEELER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygT59MX-owY
With Leah’s ass pointed to the rafters and her shoulders plastered on the canvas between Alexis’s extended legs, Suguitan’s arms wrapped around Montoya’s overturned tummy, Al slid to the deck beside the pinning predicament and slapped out…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Leah somehow flopped to the her side, barely alive, but hanging on, showing the Texas-sized fortitude that made her a tough out against even the top of the roster.
A frustrated Alexis shoved Leah the rest of the way over, Montoya ending on her chest. Almost immediately she pushed up to all fours and a seated Suguitan looked on with amazement and not a little dismay.
Pushing to her feet and beating a slowly rising Montoya there, the Filipino Phenom was at the ready with a Toe Kick to the tummy of the turning Texan. Doubled and gasping, Leah’s head was tugged between Alexis’ thighs. The catfighter lifted her right arm high and reached it over and down the back of the ivory-skinned brunette, sending it between Leah’s legs.
But instead of instantly lifting the cowgirl for a Neutralizer, she sank her nails into Montoya’s kitty. A squeal emerged from between the former Associate’s thighs as the Filipino drove her digits into the spandex-sheathed sex of Montoya. Alexis provided a palm-flexing squeeze of Leah’s crotch before lifting Montoya to vertical, ass-over-tea kettle and slammed her back down face and chest first.
NEUTRALIZER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rwz93envqso
Exhausted but clearly satisfied with the impact, Suguitan knelt on her haunches. She raised her arms into a wide ‘V’, knowing she’s finished off the Texan. She patted the head of a motionless Montoya then deliberately rolled the barely conscious brunette to her back.
Alexis dropped her palms atop the shoulders of Montoya and leaned forward to press her weight and keep Leah down for the required…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
T’was a classic ‘Sexy Pin’ to be sure, alas it sacrificed effectiveness for allure, as Suguitan discovered when Leah squirmed a shoulder up with half a second to spare. Stifling an irritated curse, Alexis laid claim to the Texan’s wrists and pinned them high overhead. In the same motion she pushed up and slid forward to plant her undercarriage snug against the other brunette’s mouth and nose. Hands on her hips, Alexis treated the fuming battler to a taunting smile as Carpenter went for another count…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Though primarily known for the brawling, the Lone Wolf displayed some serious grapping chops when she planted her feet and bridged high enough to dump Suguitan onto all fours. A year ago the Penthouse Panther would’ve scrambled to her feet and snarled at the ref about a slow count, tonight she immediately twisted around in a half circle, grabbed a double handful of Leah’s hair and hefted her head just high enough to BWUNK it against the deck.
“Watch the hair, ‘Lex.” Al chided. “This isn’t the penthouse.”
“And isn’t she lucky for that?” Suguitan didn’t offer any sass beyond that, rather she snaked her arms around the back of Montoya’s noggin and stretched out in a sort of push-up position, one that saw the Texan’s upturned face stuffed into the vengeful exotique’s décolletage! Trying not to waste air on a groan as she endured the combination smother / neck crank, Leah didn’t bother to lift a shoulder, as Suguitan’s encroaching arms meant a pin wasn’t in the offering. Instead she focused on her attacker’s shoulders and flanks, first with quick punches and stiff slaps, then with slow, deep claw rakes when Alexis wouldn’t let go. The Ferocious Filipino endured it all with a hardworking smirk, even when it felt like the trapped woman’s nails were about to draw blood.
“Tap that mat whenever you want, Tex.” she said after pulling the noose a little tighter. “Wouldn’t bother trying to talk, though. It all sounds like useless whimpering from up ERRRHHH bytch!” Leah sent her hands north to Alexis’s hair and pulled back far enough to make the former Associate look into the lights. “Make her break it, Carpenter.” Suguitan demanded without actually looking at the zebra. “This isn’t the penthouse, after all.”
Al agreed, so he went down on one knee and swatted Montoya’s bicep. Let go of her hair, Leah. C’mon now, break it up.”
Leah did, though their mild surprise at the quick break ended in a hiss of pain from Alexis when the Lone Wolf slid her hands down that bronzed torso and hooked her waistband on both sides. “AAAAAAHHHH DAMMMIT!” Suguitan’s roar was brittle with pain and anger as Montoya punished her with an emphatic wedgie. The hateful sawing combined with a fresh round of squirming freed Leah’s face long enough for the flushing fighter to draw a few deep breaths, however Suguitan was proving quite tenacious with the Reverse Breast Smother and she quickly stuffed Leah’s face back in the blast furnace of her cleavage, making sure to bend the Texan’s nose against her sternum in the process.
“Go on Tex, drink from those juggs.” Alexis huffed at the prone pugilist. “Drink until you’re about ready to pass UNGH! UNGH! NNNNGGGHHHH!”
Leah abandoned the wedgie in favor of a second hair hold, one that saw her yank the Filipino’s head forward rather than back. It didn’t break the smother, but the shift in position let Montoya drive her right knee up into the crown of her attacker’s head once, twice, three times. The third shot finally undid the clasp of Suguitan’s arms and though all Leah really wanted was a quiet moment to breath, she tugged Alexis a little farther south and brought her legs up one more time, all the better to ‘smeck’ them around the Penthouse Panther’s skull. Ankles locked, Montoya cinched her arms around that gulping midsection and rolled Alexis onto her back.
“There, I think that’s a lot better.” Leah huffed after she’d relinquished the Waistlock in favor of bracing both hands against the mat. “And this is better yet!”
Shifting all her weight to her right hand, Leah reached back, snagged Alexis by the hair and pulled her in tight while she shifted from the standard Reverse Headscissors to the even more punishing Reverse Figure Four. With Suguitan’s chin wedged into the southern curve of her glutes, Leah grabbed hold of her right ankle and pulled it forward, which forced Alexis’s nose that much closer to that domineering backside. Noting the pain and embarrassment on the other brunette’s face, Montoya forced a slow, grinding pulse through her stems before she said, “Did pretty good with your tits in my face, darlin’. Think you’ll be as good when you’re snuggling my ass?”
The pressure on her skull meant Suguitan couldn’t shake her head ‘no’ so she answered with a quick flurry of slaps to her opponent’s flanks. The Dark Star only rolled her eyes and increased the squeeze. “Give it up, kitty. Unless you want me to pop your ridiculous head like a rrrrgggghhhhhh… so, that’s how we’re playing?” Leah’s disdain in the face of Alexis’s retaliatory wedgie seemed more than a touch hypocritical to Carpenter, not that he chose to voice such an opinion while Suguitan tried to split up the middle. Ignoring the sting and bite of the wedgie as best she could, Montoya let go of her ankle, crooked that hand into a claw and affixed it to the center of her opponent’s white briefs without so much as a word of warning.
“AAAAAAHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAHK!” Alexis wailed in anguish, forgetting all about the wedgie as she attempted to free her undercarriage from the vicious vise. But Leah was nothing if not patient and she worked the Claw / Scissors combination in perfect harmony until Alexis’s frantically kicking stems slowed to a mere twitch.
Easing off the Crotch Claw to tease the catfighter with a condescending caress, Leah waggled her hips and murmured, “Give it up, darlin’. You’re through.”
Suguitan still couldn’t shake her head, so she waggled a finger to let the official know she wasn’t giving in. “Fuuuuhhhh…. f*ck you, cowgirl.” Alexis rasped. “I’m not submitting to ooohhhhhhh GAAAAWWD!” ‘Lexie found herself pulling at her own hair for the second time in the match as Leah went under her waistband to attack in a way that was much more Manhattan penthouse than rural Texas ranch.
“Bringing back memories of Baby?” Leah asked as her hand caused ripples and bulges beneath Suguitan’s briefs. “My technique ain’t as refined I’d imagine, but I don’t hear any complaints.” Alexis bit her bottom lip, bridged as best she could and punished Montoya’s cheeks with a pair of short, CRAAACKING slaps. None of it did anything to break the Scissors or the intrusion into her sanctum sanctorum.
“What do you say, Alexis?” Carpenter’s tone was tinged with concern as he asked the brunette’s condition. “Do you need me to call it?”
“Nuuuhhh… NO!” she barked. “I beat the real Portia. No way some redneck ass version of the 9-11 is putting me MMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Leah broke the Headscissors and straightened up, the Terrible Texan fully engulfing Suguitan’s nose in a Reverse Face Sit. “Gonna wish you’d tapped when you had the chance, honey.” Montoya taunted as she buffed Alexis’s features to a humiliated shine. “Now I got no reason not to ride you into the sunAAARRRRGGGHHHH!”
Sheer proximity allowed a desperate Penthouse Panther to sink her jaws into Leah’s inner thigh! Relinquishing the claw to stuff a few hard punches into the other brunette’s gut, Montoya pushed to her feet and stomped away to inspect the damage while a weary Suguitan half rolled, half crawled her way toward the bottom rope.
Rubbing at the welt Alexis’ teeth provided, Leah cursed not so much under her breath, and turned to find Suguitan slithering along the canvas toward a time out. Grabbing the bottom rope, the reeling Filipino Phenom started to tug her way out when Montoya latched onto both ankles.
“Did I say ya could leave?” Leah asked, yanking the Penthouse Panther back toward the middle of the ring.
Alexis growled in response, too intent on keeping her grip for any verbal response. As Leah raised Alexis’ legs, the exotic beauty moved her grip to the middle ropes, then the top, before Montoya finally tore her free. Alexis plummeted to the canvas face and chest first, thumping into the thinly-covered plywood.
Diving atop her foe, Montoya planted her backside in the base of Alexis’ spine as she settled in a forward-facing crouch. Quickly, the ivory-skinned cowgirl posted one of her foe’s arms over bended knee and did likewise with the other. As the erstwhile catfighter squirmed for her freedom, Leah laced her fingers and cupped them under Suguitan’s chin, yaaanking back in a Camel Clutch Amara Singh might be proud to call her own.
After a couple hauls backward, the Filipino’s face was pointed to the rafters, her body formed into an awkward and agonizing fishhook shape.
“Give,” Leah advised. “Give or I’ll snap you.”
Alexis could only manage a muffled ‘nnmmmmph’. It’s enough for Carpenter to understand and he waved off any thought of the match being discontinued, at least at the moment.
Montoya snarled at the obstinate, copper-skinned grappler, testing her vertebrae for another half-dozen seconds before slipping her knees out from under Alexis’s arms and throwing Suguitan’s flawless features into the deck, Alexis’s head bouncing brutally off the deck.
Showing her annoyance, Leah rose and put a couple boots to the base of Alexis’s ravaged spine, Montoya surely wishing they were of the steel-toed variety.
“You’re supposed to be the next ‘big thing’? I don’t see it,” the Texan admonishes. “I think you’re a perpetual ‘second banana’. Y’know, I could use someone to tie my boots.”
Montoya slammed the shoe leather down again, this time forcing Alexis from all fours to flat to the mat, Suguitan wincing and mewling beneath a grinding heel.
“I’m gonna…” Alexis began, but Leah cut her foe off.
“You’re only gonna get up because I want you up.”
The cowgirl grabbed a handful of raven locks and scraped Alexis off the deck. Showing plenty of aftereffects, Suguitan couldn’t prevent herself from being sent for the ride to the opposite cables. The final survivor of the disbanded VB&A sprinted back at a charging Leah and gets nearly decapitated with a diving lariat of a Clothesline from Montoya. Her ravaged back and the back of her braincase sent a rattle through the ring on impact, legs flying in front of her before the landing.
Beside her, Leah ended on her knees a few feet past the splayed Filipino. She turned and scrambled back to her demolished foe, climbing aboard in a domineering Schoolgirl Pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Alexis managed to throw a shoulder off the deck if little more, Leah’s continued control wearing on the battered exotique.
If Alexis hadn’t been able to turn the tide in the growing mismatch, she certainly had Leah irritated. The brunette popped to her feet and got in Al’s grill, demanding to know if he was aware of the number coming after ‘two’. Informed he did, the furious Texan advised Carpenter not to mess with her and returned her attention to the flagging Filipino, who showed her resilience by struggling it to all fours.
Leah made short work of that progress by providing a punt to Alexis’s left set of ribs. Suguitan was sent rolling away from the rampaging Texan, grasping around her abdomen when she tumbled to a stop.
Noticing she’s barely a foot from the ropes, Suguitan rolled her way under before Leah’s arrival. Instead of dropping to the floor, she swung her legs off first to give herself a proper landing. But while Alexis was still in that seated position, Montoya latched onto her raven locks. Leah tugged Suguitan to her feet with the threat of losing a handful of the follicles and bent Alexis’ torso back over the uppermost cable.
Raising a scythe-like right arm, Montoya swung it down into the upper chest of the beleaguered catfighter. The force of the blow finally created the desired destination for Suguitan as she rebounded off the rubber-coated steel and went sprawling to the floor, a large red welt-line emerging from the novel Clothesline.
Leah took a brief stroll along the strands, glancing at the pooled Alexis, considering letting Al’s count do her dirty work. But the cowgirl apparently decided it’s a Texan’s duty to do such work for herself. Dropping to the canvas, she slid out of the ring and joined Alexis on the cement.
Dipping, Leah sank her nails into Alexis’s scalp and drew Suguitan out of her jumble, bringing Alexis to her knees. Montoya forced her copper-skinned foe to ‘walk’ to the steel barricade then BANGED Suguitan’s braincase into the metal, the ‘clacking’ sound drawing more than a few winces from the FAWNatics in the front row. Those fans watched Alexis’ almond-shaped eyes glaze, Suguitan wobbly on her haunches. Leah looked out into the crowd while continuing to possess Alexis’ head with a handful of ebony strands.
“Daddy didn’t raise no girls to accept sitting in the background. Bethany is gonna damn well HAVE to pay attention to this!”
Leah lifted Alexis up, but only so much as to drape her throat over the pipe at the top of the barricade. She leaned her weight on top, sending Alexis into a fit of gasping flails only stopped when the veteran released and strode to the squared circle, where she rolled under the bottom rope to break the count.
To Carpenter’s dismay, she abandoned the inside just as quickly, rejoining the beatdown of Suguitan already in progress.
Leah plucked the flaccid Alexis off the steel divider that kept the rabble from the talent and aimed Alexis down the length of the ring. Using a dual handle on the Penthouse Panther’s wrist, she sent Suguitan on the unscheduled trip. Or that was the plan. Stiffening, Alexis planted her feet and reversed the Whip. Only to have the cowgirl double-reverse it on her, Suguitan just HURLED into the barricade, Alexis, perhaps unwisely, turning her spine into the metal and taking the full brunt against her aching vertebrae.
Alexis’ back arched in agony as she slid down the metal, taking a seat at its base, legs extended.
A smirking Leah walked toward her debilitated foe, taking a brief moment to roll into the ring and left with a chuckling ‘adios’ to Al on the way. Montoya hovered over the besieged Alexis.
“Looks like Portia wasn’t the only one who could only survive as part of a pack,” the Lone Wolf proclaimed.
Suguitan didn’t even raise her head, she only put a weary hand on the other brunette’s thigh and pushed. Montoya didn’t even sway. “That it? C’mon darlin’, lemme see those famous claws.”
The crumpled catfighter pushed her with a little more strength, alas the resistance (or perhaps lack thereof) angered Leah because she clamped down on Alexis’s wrist and jerked her up into a THWHUMPING Kneelift across the midsection. Suguitan’s dark eyes bugged, her knees went weak and she would’ve collapsed like a penitent if Montoya hadn’t helped herself to a double handful of trunks n’ tresses and tossed her under the bottom rope.
“You know you’re losin’, right?” Leah asked once she’d slid in after her prey. “You’re gettin’ that pretty little ass beat right the hell into the dirt and everyone in this building is lovin’ it.”
“Fuuuhhh… f*ck you, bytch.” Alexis huffed from all fours. “You haven’t won NNNNGGGGGHHH GOD!”
The Dark Star punted her in the gut one more time, the force of it curling Alexis into a ball around ribs that felt like they’d crack at any moment. Face quite dispassionate for someone doling out so thorough a beating, Montoya stalked around her vulnerable adversary in search of the perfect angle. “You should be embarrassed, girl. These people paid good money to see two women leave it all in the ring and you’ve been half-assing it all night. Hell, I’m barely sweating and you look like the bad side of a Gatorade ad.”
Leah flicked out a foot, driving the point of that boot into Alexis’s right buttock.” Suguitan hissed and swiped at the intrusion, but Montoya was already on her way. “Get up and fight me, darlin’, Get up and fight or I’ll strip you bare and hog tie you in the middle of the ring. Test me, see if I’m ly--”
The Ferocious Filipino popped to boot leather and hurled herself at Leah to snag a huge handful of hair. The other sought the Texan’s thighs or rather between them, Alexis eager to repay an earlier humiliation. “There, bytch!” she growled as the first squeeze forced Montoya to tiptoe. “You still wanna fiEEERRRRHHHH!”
Leah did want to fight, as evidenced when she steeled herself against Suguitan’s grip and jabbed a thumb into the exotique’s eye! Alexis’s grip went slack at once, but it didn’t come loose until the Texan grabbed her by the wrist and reeled her across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. With Alexis’s head resting heavy atop her left shoulder, Montoya shifted so she could hook that arm around the back of Suguitan’s head and pull it down snug against her left hip. That adjustment turned the whole works at a forty-five degree angle, with the flagging phenom stretched tight against her tormentor’s strong back. The FAWNatics booed loudly, several of them urging Alexis to rally against the increasingly dominant Texan. These pleas would go unanswered as Montoya twisted down and to the left, then snapped around the other way to sling Suguitan out and back in a high, floaty arc even as Leah dropped down flat on her back. In the end they landed beside one another, Montoya in relative comfort while Alexis’s poor abused vertebrae endured a fresh agony. Sensing an opportunity for one more show of dominance, Leah rose to her knees and pressed one hand to Suguitan’s tummy and the other atop her breasts. Al noted the cover at once and dove in to check on the aftermath of the San Antonio Storm…
SAN ANTONIO STORM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1SvIJQgmeJE
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Resounding jeers from the skyboxes to the cheap seats when Montoya grabbed a hank of hair and lifted Alexis’s head off the mat. “Would ya look at that, Algernon?” Montoya said with a cold smile. “She’s not done fighting after all.”
The ref started to upbraid her but went right into a warning instead as the Black Hat mounted her prone victim and caromed a whole fusillade of punches into her forehead. Leah rose when the count reached ‘FOUR’ and sauntered to the nearest corner without so much as a word to Alexis, the official or anyone else for that matter. Moving with a great sense of urgency for a woman who’d just abandoned a potential three count, Montoya stepped out onto the apron and climbed to the high rent district while Suguitan was still looking up at the lights. High above, the Lone Wolf tipped her invisible hat to Al before she took to the skies in a gorgeous leap. Though not known as a high flyer, Leah got some great hang time as she pumped her knees to chest level, then kicked both legs out and leaned straight back to bring down every bit of her hundred and thirty plus pounds crashing down on THAWHAAAAAAMMM!
Alexis didn’t really roll, it was more like an exhausted slide that moved her just close enough to the ropes to leave Montoya crashing down on bare canvas. Bounced to a seat after the failed Senton, Leah was still deep in crisis management mode when Suguitan hooked an arm under her left bicep and scissored both legs around her right bicep. Then she rolled backward onto her hip and shoulder, drawing the stunned Texan to the mat in a Crucifix good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Leah bucked loose a split-second too late and went straight for the other brunette but damned if ‘Lexie didn’t beat her to the bottom rope by the slimmest of margins. Battered though she was, Alexis managed to straighten up and raise her hand when the Announcer bellowed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
“That’s right, DARLIN’.” Suguitan huffed at the apoplectic beauty prowling the squared circle. “I’m the winner and you’re the loseNNNNNGHHH!”
A Forearm Smash crashed into the base of Alexis’s neck, sending her sprawling to all fours. Immediately thereafter she was scraped off the floor, hustled to the edge of the ring and slung under the bottom rope. “Thank you kindly, Lyssa.” Montoya grunted as she helped herself to the reeling catfighter. “Might I impose on your generosity one more time in the matter of this particular idiot?” she jerked her head in Al’s direction.
LYSSA ZAHN:
Lyssa Zahn dove under the bottom rope, popped to her feet and intercepted the ref before he could so much as start to bytch at her partner in crime. “Stop your complaining stripes, this is all your fault anyway. If it wasn’t for that fast count of yours we wouldn’t be out here addressing this miscarriage of justice, would we?”
“Knock it off, Lyssa.” he barked. “She got arrogant and then she got caught. Now-- dammit Leah, put her down!”
Leah, who’d hauled her prey up and strapped her into a sort of Inverted Full Nelson, looked over her shoulder and smirked. “Yessir, lemme get right on that.” Good as her word, Montoya hauled Alexis high into the air, then dropped forward onto her knees to PLANT the Ferocious Filipino with a ring-rattling Cattle Driver!
CATTLE DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFiUuoRMF0w
Al cringed along with the rest of the fans, then sighed in disgust when Zahn kept him trapped in the corner. “Dammit Lyssa, haven’t you two done enough? Get the hell out of my way so I can check on her!”
The Social Media Superstar looked over her shoulder at Suguitan before turning back to the ref. “Oh, you wanna make sure she’s ok? No worries, I got you!” “No, Lyssa, you don’t have to WHOOOAOOOFFFHHH!”
Zahn gave the poor dope a rough shove that sent him tumbling between the top and middle ropes. “And there goes the moderator.” a smirking Lyssa said once Al hit the floor. “That piece of shyt have anything left worth taking, Leah?”
Montoya mulled it over, nodded and filled both hands with Suguitan’s hair. “How about a little System Crash before we add her to your Wall?”
Lyssa reached into the hip pocket of her jeans and pulled out her phone to confirm a full charge. “Oh yeah, that is a GREAT idea. Meet ya in the middle, cowgirl.”
The Lone Wolf slapped Alexis across the face by way of a parting gift as she headed the corner opposite the Tweeting Terror. With Alexis positioned between them, Leah and Lyssa exchanged a salute before-- strong hands grabbed Zahn by the ankles and yanked her legs out from underneath. “Bytch, I don’t know your game but NNNNNGGGGHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHK!”
Those hands yanked again, dragging the unsuspecting battler into a vicious crotch on ring-post collision. “Wanna know my game, Daisy?” Veronica Treymane patted Zahn’s butt, then plucked the phone from the trapped brunette’s pocket. “This is my game.”
VERONICA TREYMANE:
“Don’t even think about it, sugar.” Leah threatened the former World Champion from the other side of the ropes. “Put it back and get out of here before we--”
Treymane dropped the phone, raised a heel and brought it down on the screen with a wholly satisfying CRRUUNNCH!
Montoya cursed and flew through the ropes while Veronica did the same, the Dangerous Dame claiming the high ground behind her wounded frenemy. “Whuuu… what’re you doing here?” Suguitan muttered. “I had ‘em right where I wanted them.”
“Good to see you too, ‘Lexis.” Treymane said without taking her eyes off Zahn and Montoya. “Can you stand?”
“Don’t ask stupid questions.” Suguitan grabbed Veronica’s hand and hauled herself to verticality.
Elsewhere, Leah extricated Lyssa from Treymane’s trap and started to pull her away from the squared circle. They made it all of three steps before Zahn noticed her shattered phone and let out a howl of rage. “Oh, you time warped hipster bytch, you are gonna get a whole Wall of Shame all to your godddamned self!”
Veronica extended a hand and offered Lyssa a beckoning finger. “Step right up, Daisy. You and I can exchange decorating ideas.”
Zahn snarled, grabbed hold of the middle rope and planted one knee on the apron before Leah laid a hand on her shoulder. “They don’t dictate terms, Gizmo. WE dictate terms.”
Lyssa almost ignored her, but in the end she dropped back beside the Dark Star. “She’s right. We do dictate the terms around here. You’ll find that out soon enough.”
“Come back any time, f*ckers.” Alexis growled. “I’m not through with either of you yet.”
“You have no idea, kitten.” Leah murmured. “No idea at all.”
With that she turned away, hopped over the guardrail and vanished into the crowd. Lyssa delayed her exit just long enough to flip them both the bird, then joined her partner in the seething sea of FAWNatics.
Alexis and Veronica watched for a good fifteen seconds, wary about the Black Hats trying a second strike from a different angle. When they didn’t return, blonde and brunette shared a quick hug in the center of the ring. “Thanks for the assist. I’ll get you back later.”
“Might have to be sooner than I’d like. Something tells me those dames aren’t the patient type.”
“Just means a shorter wait before I kick their asses. Hey,” she swatted Veronica on the arm. “raise my hand.”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse did so, to a raucous ovation from the crowd. “See? Not hard to be liked, ‘Lex.”
“Don’t push your luck or I’ll kick your ass too.”
“Treymane rolled her eyes. “Let’s go. You need an ice bath and I’ve got a title to regain.”
“I’m first in line once you kick Jacobs’s ass, right?”
“Yeah sure, you wanna be my valet again?”
“Please. You don’t want me out there again. I make that damned Fedora look good.”
“That you do.”
CENTURIES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZEnQogAd8U
Some legends are told,
Some turn to dust or to gold,
But you will remember me,
Remember me for centuries.
Light returned in time with the first verse, revealing that each side of the ramp was lined with half a dozen burly secret services types in black suits. Backs to the surprised fans, they kept their eyes trained on the entryway, where the traditional curtain had been replaced with a set of frosted glass double doors emblazoned with a single name:
$UGUITAN
And just one mistake,
Is all it will take.
Go down in history,
Remember me for centuries.
Someone on the other side damn near kicked the doors off their hinges and out strode the Filipino Phenom looking every bit the powerhouse who’d sent a legend, Portia VanBuren, into retirement. Calm, cool and collected despite the roar of the crowd and the pounding of her own heart, the Penthouse Panther tipped her head, allowing the sunglasses she wore to slide down her nose. Dark eyes locked on those throughout the crowd. Alexis flashed them a quick smirk and strode purposefully toward the ring.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Manila in the Philippines, she stands five feet and eight inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
Long gone is the Lexy’s red velvet, in its place a gleaming white two piece that seemed to glow against the mellow copper of her complexion. The pro-style trappings continued with matching knee-pads and shin-high boots, the former adorned with the same stylized $ seen on the double doors. Last but not least was the voluminous sleeveless mink coat, an accessory that would’ve looked just as appropriate at a red carpet premiere or adorning the shoulders of some warrior queen as she strode onto the battlefield.
Paying minimal attention to the hands straining in her direction, Suguitan ascended the ring steps. She slipped through the ropes to claim the center of the ring and calls the official over to remove her fur.
Without speaking, Alexis turned her back to the man, the former Associate stretching her arms wide. “Proceed.”
The ref does as he’s told, carefully slipping the mink off one shoulder and then the other. Its absence revealed a final detail about Suguitan’s new attire, a glittery golden $ stretched taut across her sculpted backside, claiming Portia’s legacy even as she ended the FAWN original’s tempestuous career.
Alexis retreated to her side of the ring. She tossed her glasses to a ringside flunky and threw her arms over the top rope, waiting for the arrival of her foe.
“And introducing her opponent,” the Announcer called over the roar of the Mayhem crowd,” hailing from San Antonio Texas, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty three pounds. She is the Lone Wolf, the Dark Star and the Blackest Hat of them all… LEAH MONTOYA!”
Boos from the front row to the cheap seats, the sound of the Texan‘s name drawing a poisonous reaction from everyone within hearing. The jeers grew even louder when the lights went out and the sound system kicked into the heavy guitar and drum riff that marked Chevelle’s ’Hats off to the Bull’. Bright amidst the bass and boos, a small flame blossomed at the center of the stage then split in two directions and raced around on an erratic path before meeting again several feet below. The upper deck saw the pattern clearly and by now everyone who’d been a regular viewer since her rebirth knew what was being drawn -- a huge circle containing a five pointed star.
LEAH MONTOYA:
THOOMP!’ A spotlight exploded along with the chorus and there was Leah Montoya, a woman simultaneously hotter than the desert in August and colder than a wind off the plains in December. For tonight’s battle with one of the stars of the so-called ‘new generation’, the truculent Texan wore simple black trunks and a matching tankini top patterned in the style an old fashioned western vest. Her elbow pads were matte black, as were those at her knees, though they were emblazoned with large silver stars. Her boots were shiny black leather and a closer inspection revealed the presence of wicked spurs that glittered dull red beneath the lights. Montoya’s hands were heavily taped from the base of her fingers to well past her wrists and lest you forget the weapon that instilled fear into the hearts of cattle and catfighter alike, there was the heavy length of bull rope tied to a tarnished brass bell.
Pretty, cruel features face was shadowed by the brim of her black Stetson, Leah *might* have flashed the briefest of smiles as she made her way to the squared circle. Ignoring the crowd for the sheep they were, Leah hopped onto the apron like a lightweight, then dipped between the ropes and sauntered to the center of the ring. Tipping her hat back with an index finger Eyes locked on the stage, Montoya raised the bull rope high overhead to summon an eruption of silver sparks from each corner, not to mention a fresh round of boos from those assembled. After the pyro faded away Leah removed her hat and handed it to Al Carpenter, who handled it with the proper reverence. Same went for the bull rope, cowbell and spurs, though it took a great deal of convincing on his part to make Leah part with the tricks of her trade. No less dangerous when armed with nothing save her fists, Montoya strolled into a far corner and settled in to stare down the next woman to wear her brand.
The bell clanged and both women left their corners, Leah heading right while Alexis went left in slow circle that began to shrink following their first circuit of the squared circle. This apparent reluctance from two of FAWN’s notorious hard cases proved quite puzzling to a large portion of the crowd, though it made perfect sense upon further consideration. Ruthless though they were, neither Montoya or Suguitan were anyone’s idea of foolish, and approaching an unknown entity with dukes up was most definitely foolish. They knew of each other by reputation of course. The Lone Wolf had mowed down wave after wave of opposition with her cowbell and bull rope and Alexis herself considered the savage leather strap beating the Texan put on Autumn Sammain to be among the finest in FAWN’s history. As for Leah, she was of the mind that any woman who could put Portia Van Buren out of the fed for good was someone worthy of her respect, at least until they met nose to nose in the center of the ring.
Such a meeting would happen quickly, their circle drawn tight enough to allow them the occasional feint or swat at an outstretched hand. Eventually they slowed to a stop and while they weren’t exactly nose to nose, it could have been with a single step from either woman. “Like your style, darlin.’” Leah told her opponent after a short silence. “The ambulance job you put on Baby was a thing of beauty.”
Alexis smiled, the Filipino Phenom eager to battle a foe that wouldn’t squeal to the ref after a hair pull or a quick yank on the waistband. “Yes, yes it was. Want one for yourself?”
“Step on up if you’ve got what it takes.”
Suguitan did just that, raising her hands and snatching hold of Montoya’s “NNGGH!” Leah stepped in and drilled a Headbutt between Alexis’s eyes before the catfighter set her talons to work. Alexis cursed, staggered, then steadied out because Montoya hooked her right arm under the other brunette’s left bicep. PAK-PAK-PAK! Leah pounded three straight left hands into Suguitan’s belly. The gut shots sent Alexis’s defenses south, meaning she was vulnerable to the follow-up Headbutt Leah drilled into her temple. Alexis grunted, CRAAACKED Leah’s cheek with a Bytch Slap, then curled that hand into a claw and set it loose on the curve of her opponent’s left breast.
Now it was Montoya who grimaced, though she made no attempt to free her bounty or release the Arm-Trap. “Not bad, darlin’.” the Texan murmured. “I think you and me are gonna get along just OFFFFHH!”
The Penthouse Panther pivoted into Montoya and drilled a Kneelift into her tummy without bothering to end the Breast Claw, indeed she squeezed that much harder once she’d reset her footing. “Get along?” Suguitan narrowed her focus to Leah’s nipple, pinching and tweaking through the thin lycra to impose her will. “Is that Texas for ‘I’m going to sit on your face and maul your crotch all night? Because if it is, yeah, we’ll get along just--”
She would have said ‘fine’ if Montoya hadn’t slipped a hand beneath one of Alexis’s cups for a little tweaking of her own. “I meant ‘get along’ in the sense that we are of the same mind on certain topics.” Montoya explained as she answered one of Suguitan’s vicious twists with an equally callous pinch. “Doesn’t mean you won’t end the night in tears, but hopefully it means you won’t complain about--” Leah drew in a sharp breath as Alexis got into her one-piece via the arm hole.
No words now, only a taunting smile from the Ferocious Filipino as she put Montoya’s nub through the ringer. The Dark Star matched her tit-for-tat, both brunettes willing themselves to hide the pain of this rather peculiar Test of Strength. Their standoff was nearly thirty seconds old when Al Carpenter cleared his throat with a polite little cough and stepped up to the action. Careful to keep his gaze somewhere around their respective foreheads, the official said, “Ladies, there’s nothing illegal about your current… arrangement, but perhaps you could broaden the scope of your campaign a bit?”
Alexis didn’t even look at him. “Sure, nerd.” She cupped her hand over Montoya’s breast and sunk her nails in deep. Leah hissed and shook her head, waving off the worst of the hurt. Bearing down on Suguitan’s trapped arm, the Texan rose up on her toes, forcing the white-clad battler to do the same. Then she took Alexis’s nub between thumb & forefinger and twisted like she meant to take it as a trophy.
‘Lexis swallowed a groan, responded with another winning smile. “That all you got, cowgirl? I thought you wanted to fight NNNNNGGHHHH!”
Montoya stuffed a Kneelift into her foe’s crotch and relinquished her pincher to easier catch the catfighter in a Front Facelock when she doubled over. Transitioning out of the arm-trap to snatch hold of Alexis’s waistband, Leah muscled the other woman overhead, shifted a bit and put her free hand against Suguitan’s tummy and gave her a hard push! What started as a simple Vertical Suplex sent Alexis into a high, floaty arc that dropped her flat on her back halfway across the ring with a resounding THAWHAM!
VERTICAL SUPLEX TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iI-rQzSUDE8
Alexis ‘ooofffhed’ and sat up, one hand rubbing at her lower back while the other reached for the strands. Mildly disappointed to see the catfighter seeking refuge in the ropes, Leah strolled over and swatted a swift kick into that questing limb. “None of that now, darlin’. “We don’t ask for mercy and we sure as hell don’t give it.”
Alexis shook the sting out of her hand and rose to one knee. “I’ll remember that when I’ve got you whimpering and helpNNNNNNGGHHHH!”
Positioned behind the seated brunette, Montoya gripped Alexis’s shoulder, pushed onto her toes and dropped down to drill the point of her elbow into the crown of Alexis’s noggin. Two more Elbow Drops kept Suguitan sludgy and pliable as Montoya dragged her to verticality. “Gonna have to do more than talk tuff if you wanna get me down, darlin’. Maybe try somethin’ like this.” The Lone Wolf crouched and wrapped her arms around the Filipino’s upper thighs. Hands knotted against the strong shelf of Alexis’s glutes, Leah lifted her up into the air and went down on one knee to spike Alexis’s undercarriage against her posted thigh.
Doubled over by the Inverted Atomic Drop, Suguitan reached for the Texan’s hair only to come up short when Montoya swept her to the mat with a Double Leg Takedown. Still in control of Alexis’s ankles, Leah spread those tawny stems wide and looked down at the stunned exotique. “Not gonna plead off, are ya?” Leah chided. “Figured hangin’ around with ‘Ronnie Treymane might’ve made you soft.”
Alexis struggled, but couldn’t free her legs. Steeling herself for what came next, she curled both hands into fists and flipped Leah off. “Give it your worst you roughneck piece of NNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHH!”
Montoya sprang up, kicked both legs forward and brought them slamming down on Alexis’s inner thighs. Wishboned by the Texas Spread, Suguitan sat up with both hands wedged between her thighs, the usually savvy warrior unaware that Montoya had reclaimed the high ground after a quick back somersault. THWHACK! The Low Dropkick took Alexis in the forehead and knocked her into a loopy spread-eagle that lasted until Leah plucked her right leg off the mat and spun around it in a nice little do-si-do.
TEXAS SPREAD & LOW DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LD4Jj_PEovk
“NO!” Alexis sat up fast and reached forward a bit too slow, as Montoya hooked her right leg over the brunette’s exposed right ankle to secure the Figure Four.
“Yes, darlin’. Dig deep now, this is gonna hurt.” With that Leah braced her hands against the canvas and hoisted her tush off the mat to set off bolts of anguish all through the catfighter’s captured stems.
Alexis bit her lower lip as Leah poured on the pressure. The Filipino Phenom, being run ragged by the doe-eyed cowgirl, could hold it in no longer when Montoya lifted into a bridge, increasing the agony several-fold. She howled in pain, tearing into her own ebony mane to spread the anguish. She squealed out an emphatic ‘no’ when Al asked if she wanted to surrender.
Lifting on her own palms, Suguitan rotated her frame and tried to drag Leah to the ropes. With her foe inching closer to an escape, Montoya took a calculated risk, rolling away from the cables to draw Alexis with her. An instantaneous stop put both women on their chests, and left the power of the leglock in Alexis’s gams, but the clever Montoya kept the momentum going and the movement ended in a full 360 spin with Leah back in control of her Figure-Four near the middle of the ring.
Now far removed from her planned escape route, the former Associate swallowed hard as she stared into the grinning face of Montoya. The brunette drew another anguished cry from Alexis.
“Ain’t like wrestlin’ a pampered princess, is it?” Leah asked.
Beads of sweat coursing freely, her left leg feeling like it’s about to shatter, Alexis shook her head in anticipation of another offer from Carpenter; deciding Montoya didn’t need or deserve an answer, at least a verbal one.
Instead, Alexis started rocking from side to side. It’s Leah’s turn to shake her noggin, the brunette in disbelief as Suguitan was finally able to roll and stop the women onto their chests. Montoya’s reaction was immediate and it became painfully obvious showing Alexis another way out of the hold wasn’t such a good idea. Yipping, Leah’s able to break loose of the knot and scrambled to her feet while an aching Alexis pulled her pained stem in close.
Or she tried to, an attentive Leah striding back to the downed Suguitan and snatching the left limb at the ankle. Leah leapt into a front flip, taking the leg with her and when the Texan hitt the deck, Suguitan’s stem snaps back violently, her hamstring and groin stretched to the snapping point.
An agonized Alexis rose to a seated position, legs extended in front of her as Leah rolled through her flip and hopped to vertical. She turned and sped at Suguitan from behind, landing a vicious Soccer Kick to the exotic’s spine. Alexis’s back arched in pain as the boot thumped into her backbone.
“Expected better, darlin’” Montoya informed. “But then I’m often disappointed with my competition.”
Leaning over, Leah sank her nails into the Filipino’s ebony strands and ripped the reeling Alexis to her feet. Going ‘old school’, she snaked her arms around Suguitan’s head and neck, tightening when she sank the Sleeper in place. Leah leaned her body into her foe, forcing the former Associate’s chin into her cleavage as she worked to cut off the blood flow to the Filipino’s brain.
Alexis’ flailing lessened perceptibly after several seconds and her legs gave a shimmy. But as it seemed she might be reduced to her knees, Suguitan lifted both arms and cupped her hands around the back of Leah’s skull and pulled her foe’s chin tight to the crown of her head. Before Montoya could counter, Alexis dropped to knees and DROVE the top of her cranium into Montoya’s jaw. Leah staggered away from the penitent Suguitan, making it a few steps before dropping to a knee.
Knowing time was of the essence, the Filipino Phenom pushed to her feet and turned to find a rising Montoya. Closing the gap between them, the copper-skinned beauty whipped into a savage Spin Kick that cracked off Leah’s jaw.
SPIN KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_dyj3F58jKk
The head of the pale cowgirl snapped away from the impact, sending Montoya into a violent pirouette. With Leah ending in front of her foe, Alexis raised a pair of Knife-Edges high and SLAMMED them down into either nape of Montoya’s neck. Somehow the doe-eyed brunette managed to remain off her knees, though her body drooped loosely from the Mongolian Chops.
Buoyed by seizing control, Alexis grabbed hold of the aching Texan and leaned her back in an arch. In rapid succession, she lifted the squirming Montoya up then Clotheslined her to the deck with an STO Driver that left the cowgirl looking like she’s been bucked from a bull.
STO DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oGaIdmCPqfY
Alexis draped her frame atop the splayed Leah in a Crossbody Pin and forced the…
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Montoya shoved a shoulder up, keeping the fight going, though Suguitan was quick to make Leah pay for the defiance.
The woman who sent Portia VanBuren to the showers for good hauled a flagging Montoya to her feet, making sure to keep her bodyweight draped atop a bent-at-the-waist Leah. Alexis started to collect a Double-Underhook but decided to get catty and instead found double handfuls of Leah’s wardrobe. Instead of using captured arms, Alexis wedgied a howling Montoya off her feet.
The powerful Penthouse Panther flipped the suddenly beleaguered Leah up her body, catching her foe in a seated position on her shoulders. It took but a split-second for Suguitan to change Montoya’s direction from up to down and Alexis splattered the cowgirl into the thinly-sheathed plywood with her signature Panty Peeler.
PANTY PEELER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygT59MX-owY
With Leah’s ass pointed to the rafters and her shoulders plastered on the canvas between Alexis’s extended legs, Suguitan’s arms wrapped around Montoya’s overturned tummy, Al slid to the deck beside the pinning predicament and slapped out…
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Leah somehow flopped to the her side, barely alive, but hanging on, showing the Texas-sized fortitude that made her a tough out against even the top of the roster.
A frustrated Alexis shoved Leah the rest of the way over, Montoya ending on her chest. Almost immediately she pushed up to all fours and a seated Suguitan looked on with amazement and not a little dismay.
Pushing to her feet and beating a slowly rising Montoya there, the Filipino Phenom was at the ready with a Toe Kick to the tummy of the turning Texan. Doubled and gasping, Leah’s head was tugged between Alexis’ thighs. The catfighter lifted her right arm high and reached it over and down the back of the ivory-skinned brunette, sending it between Leah’s legs.
But instead of instantly lifting the cowgirl for a Neutralizer, she sank her nails into Montoya’s kitty. A squeal emerged from between the former Associate’s thighs as the Filipino drove her digits into the spandex-sheathed sex of Montoya. Alexis provided a palm-flexing squeeze of Leah’s crotch before lifting Montoya to vertical, ass-over-tea kettle and slammed her back down face and chest first.
NEUTRALIZER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rwz93envqso
Exhausted but clearly satisfied with the impact, Suguitan knelt on her haunches. She raised her arms into a wide ‘V’, knowing she’s finished off the Texan. She patted the head of a motionless Montoya then deliberately rolled the barely conscious brunette to her back.
Alexis dropped her palms atop the shoulders of Montoya and leaned forward to press her weight and keep Leah down for the required…
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T’was a classic ‘Sexy Pin’ to be sure, alas it sacrificed effectiveness for allure, as Suguitan discovered when Leah squirmed a shoulder up with half a second to spare. Stifling an irritated curse, Alexis laid claim to the Texan’s wrists and pinned them high overhead. In the same motion she pushed up and slid forward to plant her undercarriage snug against the other brunette’s mouth and nose. Hands on her hips, Alexis treated the fuming battler to a taunting smile as Carpenter went for another count…
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Though primarily known for the brawling, the Lone Wolf displayed some serious grapping chops when she planted her feet and bridged high enough to dump Suguitan onto all fours. A year ago the Penthouse Panther would’ve scrambled to her feet and snarled at the ref about a slow count, tonight she immediately twisted around in a half circle, grabbed a double handful of Leah’s hair and hefted her head just high enough to BWUNK it against the deck.
“Watch the hair, ‘Lex.” Al chided. “This isn’t the penthouse.”
“And isn’t she lucky for that?” Suguitan didn’t offer any sass beyond that, rather she snaked her arms around the back of Montoya’s noggin and stretched out in a sort of push-up position, one that saw the Texan’s upturned face stuffed into the vengeful exotique’s décolletage! Trying not to waste air on a groan as she endured the combination smother / neck crank, Leah didn’t bother to lift a shoulder, as Suguitan’s encroaching arms meant a pin wasn’t in the offering. Instead she focused on her attacker’s shoulders and flanks, first with quick punches and stiff slaps, then with slow, deep claw rakes when Alexis wouldn’t let go. The Ferocious Filipino endured it all with a hardworking smirk, even when it felt like the trapped woman’s nails were about to draw blood.
“Tap that mat whenever you want, Tex.” she said after pulling the noose a little tighter. “Wouldn’t bother trying to talk, though. It all sounds like useless whimpering from up ERRRHHH bytch!” Leah sent her hands north to Alexis’s hair and pulled back far enough to make the former Associate look into the lights. “Make her break it, Carpenter.” Suguitan demanded without actually looking at the zebra. “This isn’t the penthouse, after all.”
Al agreed, so he went down on one knee and swatted Montoya’s bicep. Let go of her hair, Leah. C’mon now, break it up.”
Leah did, though their mild surprise at the quick break ended in a hiss of pain from Alexis when the Lone Wolf slid her hands down that bronzed torso and hooked her waistband on both sides. “AAAAAAHHHH DAMMMIT!” Suguitan’s roar was brittle with pain and anger as Montoya punished her with an emphatic wedgie. The hateful sawing combined with a fresh round of squirming freed Leah’s face long enough for the flushing fighter to draw a few deep breaths, however Suguitan was proving quite tenacious with the Reverse Breast Smother and she quickly stuffed Leah’s face back in the blast furnace of her cleavage, making sure to bend the Texan’s nose against her sternum in the process.
“Go on Tex, drink from those juggs.” Alexis huffed at the prone pugilist. “Drink until you’re about ready to pass UNGH! UNGH! NNNNGGGHHHH!”
Leah abandoned the wedgie in favor of a second hair hold, one that saw her yank the Filipino’s head forward rather than back. It didn’t break the smother, but the shift in position let Montoya drive her right knee up into the crown of her attacker’s head once, twice, three times. The third shot finally undid the clasp of Suguitan’s arms and though all Leah really wanted was a quiet moment to breath, she tugged Alexis a little farther south and brought her legs up one more time, all the better to ‘smeck’ them around the Penthouse Panther’s skull. Ankles locked, Montoya cinched her arms around that gulping midsection and rolled Alexis onto her back.
“There, I think that’s a lot better.” Leah huffed after she’d relinquished the Waistlock in favor of bracing both hands against the mat. “And this is better yet!”
Shifting all her weight to her right hand, Leah reached back, snagged Alexis by the hair and pulled her in tight while she shifted from the standard Reverse Headscissors to the even more punishing Reverse Figure Four. With Suguitan’s chin wedged into the southern curve of her glutes, Leah grabbed hold of her right ankle and pulled it forward, which forced Alexis’s nose that much closer to that domineering backside. Noting the pain and embarrassment on the other brunette’s face, Montoya forced a slow, grinding pulse through her stems before she said, “Did pretty good with your tits in my face, darlin’. Think you’ll be as good when you’re snuggling my ass?”
The pressure on her skull meant Suguitan couldn’t shake her head ‘no’ so she answered with a quick flurry of slaps to her opponent’s flanks. The Dark Star only rolled her eyes and increased the squeeze. “Give it up, kitty. Unless you want me to pop your ridiculous head like a rrrrgggghhhhhh… so, that’s how we’re playing?” Leah’s disdain in the face of Alexis’s retaliatory wedgie seemed more than a touch hypocritical to Carpenter, not that he chose to voice such an opinion while Suguitan tried to split up the middle. Ignoring the sting and bite of the wedgie as best she could, Montoya let go of her ankle, crooked that hand into a claw and affixed it to the center of her opponent’s white briefs without so much as a word of warning.
“AAAAAAHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAHK!” Alexis wailed in anguish, forgetting all about the wedgie as she attempted to free her undercarriage from the vicious vise. But Leah was nothing if not patient and she worked the Claw / Scissors combination in perfect harmony until Alexis’s frantically kicking stems slowed to a mere twitch.
Easing off the Crotch Claw to tease the catfighter with a condescending caress, Leah waggled her hips and murmured, “Give it up, darlin’. You’re through.”
Suguitan still couldn’t shake her head, so she waggled a finger to let the official know she wasn’t giving in. “Fuuuuhhhh…. f*ck you, cowgirl.” Alexis rasped. “I’m not submitting to ooohhhhhhh GAAAAWWD!” ‘Lexie found herself pulling at her own hair for the second time in the match as Leah went under her waistband to attack in a way that was much more Manhattan penthouse than rural Texas ranch.
“Bringing back memories of Baby?” Leah asked as her hand caused ripples and bulges beneath Suguitan’s briefs. “My technique ain’t as refined I’d imagine, but I don’t hear any complaints.” Alexis bit her bottom lip, bridged as best she could and punished Montoya’s cheeks with a pair of short, CRAAACKING slaps. None of it did anything to break the Scissors or the intrusion into her sanctum sanctorum.
“What do you say, Alexis?” Carpenter’s tone was tinged with concern as he asked the brunette’s condition. “Do you need me to call it?”
“Nuuuhhh… NO!” she barked. “I beat the real Portia. No way some redneck ass version of the 9-11 is putting me MMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Leah broke the Headscissors and straightened up, the Terrible Texan fully engulfing Suguitan’s nose in a Reverse Face Sit. “Gonna wish you’d tapped when you had the chance, honey.” Montoya taunted as she buffed Alexis’s features to a humiliated shine. “Now I got no reason not to ride you into the sunAAARRRRGGGHHHH!”
Sheer proximity allowed a desperate Penthouse Panther to sink her jaws into Leah’s inner thigh! Relinquishing the claw to stuff a few hard punches into the other brunette’s gut, Montoya pushed to her feet and stomped away to inspect the damage while a weary Suguitan half rolled, half crawled her way toward the bottom rope.
Rubbing at the welt Alexis’ teeth provided, Leah cursed not so much under her breath, and turned to find Suguitan slithering along the canvas toward a time out. Grabbing the bottom rope, the reeling Filipino Phenom started to tug her way out when Montoya latched onto both ankles.
“Did I say ya could leave?” Leah asked, yanking the Penthouse Panther back toward the middle of the ring.
Alexis growled in response, too intent on keeping her grip for any verbal response. As Leah raised Alexis’ legs, the exotic beauty moved her grip to the middle ropes, then the top, before Montoya finally tore her free. Alexis plummeted to the canvas face and chest first, thumping into the thinly-covered plywood.
Diving atop her foe, Montoya planted her backside in the base of Alexis’ spine as she settled in a forward-facing crouch. Quickly, the ivory-skinned cowgirl posted one of her foe’s arms over bended knee and did likewise with the other. As the erstwhile catfighter squirmed for her freedom, Leah laced her fingers and cupped them under Suguitan’s chin, yaaanking back in a Camel Clutch Amara Singh might be proud to call her own.
After a couple hauls backward, the Filipino’s face was pointed to the rafters, her body formed into an awkward and agonizing fishhook shape.
“Give,” Leah advised. “Give or I’ll snap you.”
Alexis could only manage a muffled ‘nnmmmmph’. It’s enough for Carpenter to understand and he waved off any thought of the match being discontinued, at least at the moment.
Montoya snarled at the obstinate, copper-skinned grappler, testing her vertebrae for another half-dozen seconds before slipping her knees out from under Alexis’s arms and throwing Suguitan’s flawless features into the deck, Alexis’s head bouncing brutally off the deck.
Showing her annoyance, Leah rose and put a couple boots to the base of Alexis’s ravaged spine, Montoya surely wishing they were of the steel-toed variety.
“You’re supposed to be the next ‘big thing’? I don’t see it,” the Texan admonishes. “I think you’re a perpetual ‘second banana’. Y’know, I could use someone to tie my boots.”
Montoya slammed the shoe leather down again, this time forcing Alexis from all fours to flat to the mat, Suguitan wincing and mewling beneath a grinding heel.
“I’m gonna…” Alexis began, but Leah cut her foe off.
“You’re only gonna get up because I want you up.”
The cowgirl grabbed a handful of raven locks and scraped Alexis off the deck. Showing plenty of aftereffects, Suguitan couldn’t prevent herself from being sent for the ride to the opposite cables. The final survivor of the disbanded VB&A sprinted back at a charging Leah and gets nearly decapitated with a diving lariat of a Clothesline from Montoya. Her ravaged back and the back of her braincase sent a rattle through the ring on impact, legs flying in front of her before the landing.
Beside her, Leah ended on her knees a few feet past the splayed Filipino. She turned and scrambled back to her demolished foe, climbing aboard in a domineering Schoolgirl Pin for the…
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Alexis managed to throw a shoulder off the deck if little more, Leah’s continued control wearing on the battered exotique.
If Alexis hadn’t been able to turn the tide in the growing mismatch, she certainly had Leah irritated. The brunette popped to her feet and got in Al’s grill, demanding to know if he was aware of the number coming after ‘two’. Informed he did, the furious Texan advised Carpenter not to mess with her and returned her attention to the flagging Filipino, who showed her resilience by struggling it to all fours.
Leah made short work of that progress by providing a punt to Alexis’s left set of ribs. Suguitan was sent rolling away from the rampaging Texan, grasping around her abdomen when she tumbled to a stop.
Noticing she’s barely a foot from the ropes, Suguitan rolled her way under before Leah’s arrival. Instead of dropping to the floor, she swung her legs off first to give herself a proper landing. But while Alexis was still in that seated position, Montoya latched onto her raven locks. Leah tugged Suguitan to her feet with the threat of losing a handful of the follicles and bent Alexis’ torso back over the uppermost cable.
Raising a scythe-like right arm, Montoya swung it down into the upper chest of the beleaguered catfighter. The force of the blow finally created the desired destination for Suguitan as she rebounded off the rubber-coated steel and went sprawling to the floor, a large red welt-line emerging from the novel Clothesline.
Leah took a brief stroll along the strands, glancing at the pooled Alexis, considering letting Al’s count do her dirty work. But the cowgirl apparently decided it’s a Texan’s duty to do such work for herself. Dropping to the canvas, she slid out of the ring and joined Alexis on the cement.
Dipping, Leah sank her nails into Alexis’s scalp and drew Suguitan out of her jumble, bringing Alexis to her knees. Montoya forced her copper-skinned foe to ‘walk’ to the steel barricade then BANGED Suguitan’s braincase into the metal, the ‘clacking’ sound drawing more than a few winces from the FAWNatics in the front row. Those fans watched Alexis’ almond-shaped eyes glaze, Suguitan wobbly on her haunches. Leah looked out into the crowd while continuing to possess Alexis’ head with a handful of ebony strands.
“Daddy didn’t raise no girls to accept sitting in the background. Bethany is gonna damn well HAVE to pay attention to this!”
Leah lifted Alexis up, but only so much as to drape her throat over the pipe at the top of the barricade. She leaned her weight on top, sending Alexis into a fit of gasping flails only stopped when the veteran released and strode to the squared circle, where she rolled under the bottom rope to break the count.
To Carpenter’s dismay, she abandoned the inside just as quickly, rejoining the beatdown of Suguitan already in progress.
Leah plucked the flaccid Alexis off the steel divider that kept the rabble from the talent and aimed Alexis down the length of the ring. Using a dual handle on the Penthouse Panther’s wrist, she sent Suguitan on the unscheduled trip. Or that was the plan. Stiffening, Alexis planted her feet and reversed the Whip. Only to have the cowgirl double-reverse it on her, Suguitan just HURLED into the barricade, Alexis, perhaps unwisely, turning her spine into the metal and taking the full brunt against her aching vertebrae.
Alexis’ back arched in agony as she slid down the metal, taking a seat at its base, legs extended.
A smirking Leah walked toward her debilitated foe, taking a brief moment to roll into the ring and left with a chuckling ‘adios’ to Al on the way. Montoya hovered over the besieged Alexis.
“Looks like Portia wasn’t the only one who could only survive as part of a pack,” the Lone Wolf proclaimed.
Suguitan didn’t even raise her head, she only put a weary hand on the other brunette’s thigh and pushed. Montoya didn’t even sway. “That it? C’mon darlin’, lemme see those famous claws.”
The crumpled catfighter pushed her with a little more strength, alas the resistance (or perhaps lack thereof) angered Leah because she clamped down on Alexis’s wrist and jerked her up into a THWHUMPING Kneelift across the midsection. Suguitan’s dark eyes bugged, her knees went weak and she would’ve collapsed like a penitent if Montoya hadn’t helped herself to a double handful of trunks n’ tresses and tossed her under the bottom rope.
“You know you’re losin’, right?” Leah asked once she’d slid in after her prey. “You’re gettin’ that pretty little ass beat right the hell into the dirt and everyone in this building is lovin’ it.”
“Fuuuhhh… f*ck you, bytch.” Alexis huffed from all fours. “You haven’t won NNNNGGGGGHHH GOD!”
The Dark Star punted her in the gut one more time, the force of it curling Alexis into a ball around ribs that felt like they’d crack at any moment. Face quite dispassionate for someone doling out so thorough a beating, Montoya stalked around her vulnerable adversary in search of the perfect angle. “You should be embarrassed, girl. These people paid good money to see two women leave it all in the ring and you’ve been half-assing it all night. Hell, I’m barely sweating and you look like the bad side of a Gatorade ad.”
Leah flicked out a foot, driving the point of that boot into Alexis’s right buttock.” Suguitan hissed and swiped at the intrusion, but Montoya was already on her way. “Get up and fight me, darlin’, Get up and fight or I’ll strip you bare and hog tie you in the middle of the ring. Test me, see if I’m ly--”
The Ferocious Filipino popped to boot leather and hurled herself at Leah to snag a huge handful of hair. The other sought the Texan’s thighs or rather between them, Alexis eager to repay an earlier humiliation. “There, bytch!” she growled as the first squeeze forced Montoya to tiptoe. “You still wanna fiEEERRRRHHHH!”
Leah did want to fight, as evidenced when she steeled herself against Suguitan’s grip and jabbed a thumb into the exotique’s eye! Alexis’s grip went slack at once, but it didn’t come loose until the Texan grabbed her by the wrist and reeled her across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. With Alexis’s head resting heavy atop her left shoulder, Montoya shifted so she could hook that arm around the back of Suguitan’s head and pull it down snug against her left hip. That adjustment turned the whole works at a forty-five degree angle, with the flagging phenom stretched tight against her tormentor’s strong back. The FAWNatics booed loudly, several of them urging Alexis to rally against the increasingly dominant Texan. These pleas would go unanswered as Montoya twisted down and to the left, then snapped around the other way to sling Suguitan out and back in a high, floaty arc even as Leah dropped down flat on her back. In the end they landed beside one another, Montoya in relative comfort while Alexis’s poor abused vertebrae endured a fresh agony. Sensing an opportunity for one more show of dominance, Leah rose to her knees and pressed one hand to Suguitan’s tummy and the other atop her breasts. Al noted the cover at once and dove in to check on the aftermath of the San Antonio Storm…
SAN ANTONIO STORM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1SvIJQgmeJE
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Resounding jeers from the skyboxes to the cheap seats when Montoya grabbed a hank of hair and lifted Alexis’s head off the mat. “Would ya look at that, Algernon?” Montoya said with a cold smile. “She’s not done fighting after all.”
The ref started to upbraid her but went right into a warning instead as the Black Hat mounted her prone victim and caromed a whole fusillade of punches into her forehead. Leah rose when the count reached ‘FOUR’ and sauntered to the nearest corner without so much as a word to Alexis, the official or anyone else for that matter. Moving with a great sense of urgency for a woman who’d just abandoned a potential three count, Montoya stepped out onto the apron and climbed to the high rent district while Suguitan was still looking up at the lights. High above, the Lone Wolf tipped her invisible hat to Al before she took to the skies in a gorgeous leap. Though not known as a high flyer, Leah got some great hang time as she pumped her knees to chest level, then kicked both legs out and leaned straight back to bring down every bit of her hundred and thirty plus pounds crashing down on THAWHAAAAAAMMM!
Alexis didn’t really roll, it was more like an exhausted slide that moved her just close enough to the ropes to leave Montoya crashing down on bare canvas. Bounced to a seat after the failed Senton, Leah was still deep in crisis management mode when Suguitan hooked an arm under her left bicep and scissored both legs around her right bicep. Then she rolled backward onto her hip and shoulder, drawing the stunned Texan to the mat in a Crucifix good for the…
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Leah bucked loose a split-second too late and went straight for the other brunette but damned if ‘Lexie didn’t beat her to the bottom rope by the slimmest of margins. Battered though she was, Alexis managed to straighten up and raise her hand when the Announcer bellowed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ALEXIS SUGUITAN!”
“That’s right, DARLIN’.” Suguitan huffed at the apoplectic beauty prowling the squared circle. “I’m the winner and you’re the loseNNNNNGHHH!”
A Forearm Smash crashed into the base of Alexis’s neck, sending her sprawling to all fours. Immediately thereafter she was scraped off the floor, hustled to the edge of the ring and slung under the bottom rope. “Thank you kindly, Lyssa.” Montoya grunted as she helped herself to the reeling catfighter. “Might I impose on your generosity one more time in the matter of this particular idiot?” she jerked her head in Al’s direction.
LYSSA ZAHN:
Lyssa Zahn dove under the bottom rope, popped to her feet and intercepted the ref before he could so much as start to bytch at her partner in crime. “Stop your complaining stripes, this is all your fault anyway. If it wasn’t for that fast count of yours we wouldn’t be out here addressing this miscarriage of justice, would we?”
“Knock it off, Lyssa.” he barked. “She got arrogant and then she got caught. Now-- dammit Leah, put her down!”
Leah, who’d hauled her prey up and strapped her into a sort of Inverted Full Nelson, looked over her shoulder and smirked. “Yessir, lemme get right on that.” Good as her word, Montoya hauled Alexis high into the air, then dropped forward onto her knees to PLANT the Ferocious Filipino with a ring-rattling Cattle Driver!
CATTLE DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFiUuoRMF0w
Al cringed along with the rest of the fans, then sighed in disgust when Zahn kept him trapped in the corner. “Dammit Lyssa, haven’t you two done enough? Get the hell out of my way so I can check on her!”
The Social Media Superstar looked over her shoulder at Suguitan before turning back to the ref. “Oh, you wanna make sure she’s ok? No worries, I got you!” “No, Lyssa, you don’t have to WHOOOAOOOFFFHHH!”
Zahn gave the poor dope a rough shove that sent him tumbling between the top and middle ropes. “And there goes the moderator.” a smirking Lyssa said once Al hit the floor. “That piece of shyt have anything left worth taking, Leah?”
Montoya mulled it over, nodded and filled both hands with Suguitan’s hair. “How about a little System Crash before we add her to your Wall?”
Lyssa reached into the hip pocket of her jeans and pulled out her phone to confirm a full charge. “Oh yeah, that is a GREAT idea. Meet ya in the middle, cowgirl.”
The Lone Wolf slapped Alexis across the face by way of a parting gift as she headed the corner opposite the Tweeting Terror. With Alexis positioned between them, Leah and Lyssa exchanged a salute before-- strong hands grabbed Zahn by the ankles and yanked her legs out from underneath. “Bytch, I don’t know your game but NNNNNGGGGHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHK!”
Those hands yanked again, dragging the unsuspecting battler into a vicious crotch on ring-post collision. “Wanna know my game, Daisy?” Veronica Treymane patted Zahn’s butt, then plucked the phone from the trapped brunette’s pocket. “This is my game.”
VERONICA TREYMANE:
“Don’t even think about it, sugar.” Leah threatened the former World Champion from the other side of the ropes. “Put it back and get out of here before we--”
Treymane dropped the phone, raised a heel and brought it down on the screen with a wholly satisfying CRRUUNNCH!
Montoya cursed and flew through the ropes while Veronica did the same, the Dangerous Dame claiming the high ground behind her wounded frenemy. “Whuuu… what’re you doing here?” Suguitan muttered. “I had ‘em right where I wanted them.”
“Good to see you too, ‘Lexis.” Treymane said without taking her eyes off Zahn and Montoya. “Can you stand?”
“Don’t ask stupid questions.” Suguitan grabbed Veronica’s hand and hauled herself to verticality.
Elsewhere, Leah extricated Lyssa from Treymane’s trap and started to pull her away from the squared circle. They made it all of three steps before Zahn noticed her shattered phone and let out a howl of rage. “Oh, you time warped hipster bytch, you are gonna get a whole Wall of Shame all to your godddamned self!”
Veronica extended a hand and offered Lyssa a beckoning finger. “Step right up, Daisy. You and I can exchange decorating ideas.”
Zahn snarled, grabbed hold of the middle rope and planted one knee on the apron before Leah laid a hand on her shoulder. “They don’t dictate terms, Gizmo. WE dictate terms.”
Lyssa almost ignored her, but in the end she dropped back beside the Dark Star. “She’s right. We do dictate the terms around here. You’ll find that out soon enough.”
“Come back any time, f*ckers.” Alexis growled. “I’m not through with either of you yet.”
“You have no idea, kitten.” Leah murmured. “No idea at all.”
With that she turned away, hopped over the guardrail and vanished into the crowd. Lyssa delayed her exit just long enough to flip them both the bird, then joined her partner in the seething sea of FAWNatics.
Alexis and Veronica watched for a good fifteen seconds, wary about the Black Hats trying a second strike from a different angle. When they didn’t return, blonde and brunette shared a quick hug in the center of the ring. “Thanks for the assist. I’ll get you back later.”
“Might have to be sooner than I’d like. Something tells me those dames aren’t the patient type.”
“Just means a shorter wait before I kick their asses. Hey,” she swatted Veronica on the arm. “raise my hand.”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse did so, to a raucous ovation from the crowd. “See? Not hard to be liked, ‘Lex.”
“Don’t push your luck or I’ll kick your ass too.”
“Treymane rolled her eyes. “Let’s go. You need an ice bath and I’ve got a title to regain.”
“I’m first in line once you kick Jacobs’s ass, right?”
“Yeah sure, you wanna be my valet again?”
“Please. You don’t want me out there again. I make that damned Fedora look good.”
“That you do.”