Post by bigfan on Jul 23, 2017 20:33:28 GMT
The lights went out all over the arena with one obvious exception and focal point, the FAWNtron. The giant screen 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 kiced in as the locals started to cheer, the volume of the former more than loud enough to make sure everyone hears 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 each side of the ramp was lined with half a dozen burly secret services types in black suits. Backs to the fans, they kept their eyes trained on the entryway, where the traditional curtain was 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.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
Someone on the other side nearly 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, the Penthouse Panther tipped her head down, allowing the sunglasses she wore to slide down her nose. Dark eyes locked on those throughout the crowd. Alexis shook her head disdainfully and strutted purposefully toward the ring.
Long gone was 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 a 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.
Tonight, halfway to the ring, the former Associate halted and turned to survey the stage she’d left as her music faded seemingly prematurely. Waving off her security, Alexis raised an index finger high before lowering it to point directly at the doors which BANGED open again.
Grayscale seeped in through the Technicolor of the Tron and the Treymane Gang greeted their heroine with a boisterous roar as she emerged from the behind the thrust doors, a frenetic touch in the form of Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’ accompanying the blonde, Destroyer-class vision.
MACHINE GUN BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uf3FOEL3KjE
VERONICA TREYMANE:
The Neo-Noir Knockout, sheathed in a half-length (it ended about mid-thigh) grey trench coat and matching fedora, stormed to the top of the ramp and bellowed, “THEY WANTED A WAR? THEY GOT ONE!”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse drew the coat aside to reveal a replica Thompson’s resting against one strong, lightly-tanned thigh. She hoisted the barking iron overhead and unleashed a fire of blazing pyro into the rafters. Setting the ‘gun’ on her shoulder once the clip hit empty, Treymane tipped her hat to the crowd and started down the ramp, dressed for battle in the midnight blue edition of her usual boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, while her pads and boots matched the blue of her trunks. Her boots remained matte black, as per usual.
The Dangerous Dame met Alexis at the base and shared a high five. Together, the newly minted team marched the rest of the way to the ring, Suguitan paying the fans very little mind while Treymane at least offered understated nods of appreciation.
Reaching the ring, Veronica headed up the steps, doffed her fedora to the assembled, setting it on the top of the post, before stepping between the top and middle ropes. Iron and coat came off, both handed to a FAWN flunky who treated them with the proper reverence.
Alexis ascended next. She slipped through the strands and claimed the center of the ring, calling Algernon Carpenter over to remove her fur. Without speaking, Alexis turned her back to the man, the former Associate stretching her arms wide. “Proceed.”
Al did as he’s told, carefully slipping the coat off one shoulder 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 moved to Veronica for a huddle of former deathly enemies as the Announcer took the opportunity to introduce the new teammates.
“Our next contest is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Weighing in tonight at a combined and evenly distributed two hundred and sixty eight pounds, hailing from Manila in the Philippines and Bridgeport California respectively, they are ALEXIS SUGUITAN and VERONICA TREYMANE. Together they are THE PINSTRIPE PANTHERS!”
“And introducing their opponents, weighing in at a combined total of two hundred and sixty-four pounds, hailing from Foxriver, New York and San Antonio, Texas respectively, they are LYSSA ZAHN AND LEAH MONTOYA… THE BLACK HATS!”
Already on their feet to welcome the Panthers, the FAWNatics stayed right where they were to offer equally heartfelt disdain and disgust that wasn’t nearly enough to overwhelm the twanging guitar riff of Local H’s ‘The Misanthrope’.
THE MISANTHROPE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PvUTeAdhmyc
Hack actors choking on the scenery
Mere grist to feed the machinery
Fairy tales and useless fables
Prayers at the children's table
That ends with us Dead
The curtain parted and a pair of brunettes clad in black stepped into view. A few steps ahead of her partner, Lyssa Zahn raised her omnipresent phone and reeled off several seconds of footage, the language of which is not suitable for reprinting here. Snugging the device back into a band on her right arm, Zahn stepped aside and offered her knuckles to Leah Montoya, who bumped them after scowling at the crowd.
LYSSA ZAHN:
LEAH MONTOYA:
“What do you say, Tex?” Lyssa asked, her dark eyes locked on the pair of slobs waiting in the ring, “Ready to show a pair of bytches what happens when you f*ck with our fun?”
Montoya raised her other hand, which was filled with her bull rope and the ominous brass bell that hung from it. “Suguitan’s mine, Gizmo.” the Dark Star murmured. “I want her to bleed.”
Zahn licked her lips and smiled wickedly. “Dibs on the trench coat tramp then. C’mon Tex, lets go make some memes.”
Leah tipped her black Stetson to the Vine Vixen and took point as the mismatched, yet suddenly inseparable pair marched on the ring.
For their first tandem encounter with a pair of women who’d dare defy their cruel amusements, Leah sported 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. Beside her, the Insta-gator wore predominately black spandex: a two piece, the top with thin, pink shoulder straps set at a slight angle, and a pink mesh “plate” over the clavicle, rising into a collar. The bottom rim of this piece and the neckline of the bikini top worked to create almost a heart-shaped “cleavage window.” Matching bottoms (with pink trim), pink wristbands and pads, and black boots complete the look.
Ignoring the FAWNatics entirely, Zahn and Montoya ignored the steps in favor of climbing onto the apron. Suguitan and Treymane started forward, but Al Carpenter stepped in their way, prompting a snicker from Lyssa. “Check it out, Leah.” Lyssa whipped out her phone again and quickly snapped a shot of their fuming adversaries. “How about a caption contest? I got, ‘Dumb bytch’s last known photograph.’ What about you?”
“Before.” the Lone Wolf replied without missing a beat.
“Damn. How do you do that?” No answer from Montoya, she’d dropped off her rope and hat with a FAWN flunky and slipped into the ring. Lyssa did the same, making sure to take a cheeky stroll by the opposing corner on her way to the Black Hat’s side of town.
Alexis and Veronica both had strong reasons to start the match, but in the end the former ceded to the latter because she knew just how she’d feel if some bytch cost her the World Title. Eyes locked on Zahn even before her partner made it all the way through the ropes, Treymane stormed out of their corner with the bell and was damned near running by the time she reached the center and-- the Dangerous Dame lashed out with a Haymaker that would’ve put Lyssa’s head on a swivel if she hadn’t dipped beneath it at the last instant. Twisting around on Treymane’s six, Zahn grabbed hold of the blonde’s waistband and jerked her into a stiff Forearm Smash directly across the small of the back!
Lyssa smirked, enjoying the sound and the sensation of her power reverberating through the other woman’s frame. But this pleasure proved short-lived as Treymane pulled back an elbow and gouged it deep into the brunette’s ribs! The Tweeting Tyrant cried out, staggered back and dropped into another low crouch as Treymane swung for the fences with a wicked Back-Fist. Zahn came out of the crouch fast enough to sweep the former World Champ into a rough Collar & Elbow Tie-Up which she promptly used to bull ‘Ronnie in the direction of her corner.
Treymane gave up three or four big steps, then planted her back foot and leaned all her weight into the advancing brunette. Lyssa’s march came to a grinding halt and since she wasn’t much one for having her plans thwarted, the black-clad battler slid a hand into Veronica’s hair and gave it a sharp yank. Veronica’s yelp of pain transformed into a satisfied smile as she came to understand her opponent’s terms. In honor of those aforementioned terms she worked a hand into Zahn’s dark locks and tried her damndest to remove a great patch of scalp.
Lyssa bared her teeth in anger, though she didn’t wail to the ref like Treymane expected she might. Rather she surged forward and pulled even harder, the torque of it wrenching the Neo-Noir Knockout’s head down at an unpleasant angle. Veronica growled through the pain and answered with another wicked tug, her technique solid enough to get a round of impressed applause from the Penthouse Panther.
Al Carpenter was less enthused, not with the technique, but the infraction in general. “Ok ladies, I know tensions are high, but you’re both above this catty crap. So I need you to uncurl your hands and step back on three, ok? One. Two. Three.”
Treymane and Zahn did as bade, though a great deal slower than the ref would’ve preferred. Still, a clean break was a clean break and-- Lyssa pressed a hand against the side of Treymane’s face and PUSHED, forcing her head to one side. “You’re comin’ at me pretty hot, ‘Ronnie.” Zahn taunted. “You’re not still mad about last--”
‘Month’ was on her lips when the Pinstripe Powerhouse dipped a shoulder and slammed it into Lyssa’s navel. Veronica caught the brunette’s legs behind the knees in the same motion, or one at least, Zahn slipped the right free at the last second and cinched an arm around Treymane’s neck even as she leaned in against her back. The result was a bit of a stalemate, with Veronica’s Single Leg Takedown effectively stymied by Lyssa’s Front Facelock, not that Zahn could do much more than hold her position at the moment.
Confident that she held the advantage (or could at least take it with a little work) Lyssa cranked up on the Facelock, then curled her free arm into a hook shape and TWHAPPED it down across the blonde’s lower back. “This is all your fault, I hope you understand.” Zahn chided after Treymane shrugged off her first shot. “All you had to do was stay in the back while Leah and I were tending to ‘Lexi and you could’ve been a two time World Champ.” She squeezed and rocked the Facelock up n’ down, making a point to grind Veronica’s ears. “But then you stuck your nose in our business AND if that wasn’t bad enough, you crushed my goddamned phone. “So instead of ending the night hoisting gold you ended up nose deep in Jacobs’s ass. Hope it was worth OOFFH!”
Treymane halved her control over Zahn’s gam so she could ball that hand into a fist and slam it into the brunette’s ribs once, twice, three times. “Keep talking, ‘Lyssa.” the Neo-Noir Knockout grunted. “And you’re going to end the night nose deep in an oxygen maskeeerrrrrgggghhhhhh, oh you’re such a bytch!”
No dispute from Zahn, she only helped herself to a bigger handful of those pinstriped briefs and continued sawing ‘em back and forth. “Nice sound byte ‘Ronnie, but I don’t buy it. For all your threats and hot lead, you’re a goody two shoes right down to the bone. Hell, if Suguitan hadn’t put Portia out to pasture, Baby would’ve found a way to 9-11 you out of the title months ago! And if you couldn’t deal with VanBuren’s weak ass old school shyt,” Zahn released the wedgie if only to SMACK and then raaaaaaaake her rival’s glutes with a heavy claw, “there’s no way in hell you’re going to beat AAARRHH FAHHHK!”
Already sick of Zahn’s mouth with the match less than three minutes old, Treymane curled her punchin’ hand into a scoop shape, reached around behind her attacker’s back and treated Lyssa’s undercarriage to a painful squeeze! Now Zahn had cut her teeth on catfights of all varieties so such a tactic was hardly new, however the surprise of it threw the Insta-gator off her game long enough for Veronica to shrug free of the Facelock and double down on her leg control. Boosting Zahn up over her shoulder like she was little more than a sack of leaves, Treymane angled herself at a neutral corner and set off at a brisk run.
Oblivious to the looming threat, Zahn kept right on hammering away at the former champ’s lower back right up to the moment when Veronica leaned forward and drove her burden into the buckles with a teeth-shivering BWUUUNG! The Dame’s inner strategist told her to drive her shoulder into the brunette’s tummy until Al called for a break, but after the galling events of Mayhem she had other ideas. Straightening up fast, Veronica laid her left forearm across Lyssa’s chest and leaned in close, the former World Champ using her bodyweight to keep Zahn glued to the corner when she reached up with the other hand and squeeeeeeeeeezed Lyssa’s left breast.
The Siren of Snap Chat didn’t much appreciate the blonde’s grip, but she wasn’t about to sweat this amateur mauling, so she batted her eyes and cooed, “Is that all there is, Daisy? I thought you were going to get rev--” Lyssa went quiet as the Dangerous Dame slid a knee between the brunette’s thighs and pressed tight. After a moment of tense silence, Zahn murmured, “Go ahead, Treymane. Take your shot now because it’s the only one you’re gonna get.”
Veronica wiggled her knee and leeeeeeeeaned in, making sure Lyssa felt every ounce of the weight against her togs. “You sure about that, Zee? You don’t seem too confident.”
“All right ‘Ronnie, let’s get it out of the corner.” Al said when he walked up on the action. “C’mon, don’t make me start counting.”
Lyssa smirked at the scowl that crossed Treymane’s face. “Yeah ‘Ronnie, get it out of the corner before NNNGGGH BYTCH!”
Veronica jammed her knee into the brunette’s crotch, then leaned in and whispered, “Just one for now, Daisy. I don’t want you too breathless when I’m sitting on your face.”
Threat made, she slipped one hand under Zahn’s right arm and buried the other in her foe’s hair. Then she stepped back, dropped her hips and hurled Lyssa halfway across the ring with a canvas-shivering Beal Toss!
“Sharing is caring, Treymane!” Alexis called from the friendly side of town.
“Sure is.” Veronica agreed as she stomped over to the grimacing grappler. Making no effort at disguise, Treymane dragged her opponent up with a huge hank of hair and led her over to Alexis, who practically licked her lips with anticipation.
Veronica slapped a palm with the Filipino Phenom but instead of entering, Suguitan started to climb the buckles from the outside. The Destroyer-class catfighter showed plenty of agility reaching a stance on the top pad. On the inside, the Pinstripe Powerhouse slipped behind the wincing Zahn and wedged her head between the glossy thighs of the brunette. Ronnie’s arms encircled Lyssa’s stems and Treymane showed off her strength by lifting Lyssa to an awfully high Electric Chair.
Both Montoya and Zahn were squealing in protest but Al was slow to start the count on Alexica. A smirking Suguitan raised thumbs and forefingers to place the wide-eyed Tweeting Tyrant in her sights, Lyssa on a platter as pretty as a picture. Alexis leapt from her perch and Clotheslined Zahn off Veronica’s shoulders. The brunette violently backflipped through the dead drop to the canvas, thumping to the canvas on her face and chest.
Treymane beamed as she headed for her station outside the ropes, glancing over her shoulder at the wreckage and Alexis already picking at it. As she slipped through the ropes, the Dangerous Dame called out.
“Nice to have that shyt working for me for once.”
Alexis bullied Zahn into the ropes, pushing back the strands as far as she could bend them.
“Back atcha blondie,” Suguitan responded with a grunt, as she heaved Lyssa toward the far ropes.
The Penthouse Panther followed to center stage as the Social Media Superstar rebounded toward her. Alexis dipped as Zahn approached and Lyssa got the idea to leapfrog over the Filipino beauty. Bad call. The former Associate straightened as Lyssa launched and Zahn presented herself into Alexis’ arms, hopping into a tight Bear Hug.
Suguitan’s arms constricted around Lyssa’s midriff and a throaty gasp emerged from the former YouTube sensation. Alexis cinched tighter still and shook the holy hell out of Zahn, twisting her from side to side in her grasp. After several seconds of the violent swings, Lyssa’s noggin loosened on her neck and, after a repositioning and strengthening of the Filipino Phenom’s embrace sent Lyssa’s chin plopping onto Alexis’ right shoulder, Suguitan took a long look at the Lone Wolf.
“Guess you really are going to be on your own tonight,” the former Associate snarked.
Lyssa lifted her head and, more than that, both arms, extending one on either side of Suguitan’s head. Ready to ring some ears, Lyssa’s beaten to the tweet as the Asian exotique genuflected and PLANTED Zahn’s crotch atop bended knee with an Inverted Atomic Drop.
The look on Lyssa’s face was worthy of a half dozen snapchats and the brunette was allowed to waddle off Suguitan’s joint. The reason became obvious when Alexis delivered a Spin Kick to the nearly frozen Lyssa. Suguitan’s heel colliding with Lyssa’s temple to drop the demolished Tweetstormtrooper to the deck in a jumbled mess.
SPIN KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_dyj3F58jKk
Her destructive pirouette grinding to a halt, Alexis glanced at Zahn, supremely satisfied, then turned to her former and likely future rival.
“Who am I to deny you the pleasure?” Alexis asks rhetorically.
She strode to a beaming Veronica and tagged her in.
“Whoever said you were the biggest bytch in FAWN?” Ronnie asked as she took the place of the raven-haired grappler.
“Uh, that’d be you,” Alexis responded serenely.
The power-packed blonde sank her nails into Lyssa’s mane and ripped the reeling Social Media Superstar to her knees.
“Oh yeah.”
Admission on the table, Veronica proceeded to lift a half dozen knee shots to Lyssa’s jaw, snapping Zahn’s head back farther with each, Lyssa’s dark mane cascading in all directions until she’s left jellied on her haunches.
Veronica threw the Siren of Snapchat to her face disdainfully, walking over to and by Leah.
“Should I let you in?” Ronnie mused before turning back toward Lyssa. “Nah. I think Daisy wants some more.”
The blonde battler stomped confidently to the penitent Lyssa, Zahn’s chin drooping to her chest. Veronica cupped a hand beneath to draw Lyssa’s dark pools to hers, but Zahn’s head wasn’t the only thing that rose. The Tweetstormtrooper sent her right set of fingers like tines in an Uppercut thrust into Treymane’s sex, the digits immediately clenching tight on Veronica’s privates. The Dangerous Dame rose to tiptoes, her mouth agape.
“AHHHHGAWWD,” the former champion wailed.
From the sidelines, Alexis could only wince in sympathy while Leah perked up considerably, screaming at her partner to make Veronica a sock puppet.
Lyssa did her best, kneading her claw into the thin sheath of spandex, Zahn going all presidential on the butt-puckered Pinstripe Powerhouse.
“Not talking so much now are we, Daisy?” Lyssa queried between pants, still much of her in recovery mode, other than her invading, clenching palm and the stiletto-like fingers extending from them.
Her hands unable to pry Lyssa away from the literal underhanded attack, Veronica instead laced them and managed to drop a Double Axhandle to the crown of Zahn’s cranium. Second and third blows finally stunned the evil brunette enough to force her claw to drop free. On hands and knees, the Social Media Superstar climbed through the wide berth between Treymane’s stems, ‘Ronnie looking like she’d ridden a horse at a gallop for an hour straight.
As Lyssa crawled toward Leah, Veronica waddled toward the outstretched arm of the Filipino Phenom like Hopalong Cassidy. The rivals slapped hands with their partners almost simultaneously, Montoya and Suguitan entering and charging one another. Leah drew first, launching into a lariat of a Clothesline that dropped Alexis like she’s shot.
The former Associate scrambled to her feet but was met with another and the process played out a third time, the back of the Penthouse Panther’s skull slamming against the deck along with her spine. The Asian exotique hit so hard she bounced up to a dazed seat, legs extended in front of her.
The Lone Wolf snatched Alexis’s legs at the ankles and sent Suguitan tumbling to her back as Montoya lifted her foe’s gams and spread them wide. Alexis’s pleading peepers and waving palms didn’t sway a growling Leah, much to her chagrin. Montoya lifted off, her legs inside those of Alexis, and SLAMMED down in her Texas Spread, the Double Leg Drop spreading Alexis’ copper-skinned stems wide, testing the flexibility of the catfighter’s hammies and groin.
Suguitan sat bolt-upright, both hands flying to her thrumming crotch. A perfectly understandable reaction of course, alas it also left her quite vulnerable to the Dark Star, who hadn’t relinquished her splayed perch atop the Filipino’s legs. Grabbing a double handful of Alexis’s dark hair, Leah jerked her close and THUMPED a quick Headbutt between her eyes. “I know you think you’re tough, sugar.” she cooed to the reeling wrestler. “Probably think you’re the meanest bytch walkin’ god’s green earth when you’re dolled up in thousand dollar underwear slappin’ around some debutante skank while a bunch of pudgy millionaires fawn and applaud over every little wedgie, but the simple truth of the matter is this…” the Texan doubled down on her hair-hold and BWUNKED Suguitan’s forehead into the mat between her V’d legs. “Your pretty little underwear modelin’ self wouldn’t survive five minutes in a real fight. And that’s what I mean to give you.”
Case in point, Montoya pressed down on the back of her adversary’s skull and began to scraaaaaaaaaaaape her face back n’ forth against the thinly-sheathed plywood! Alexis wailed and swatted at her attacker’s forearms, but the awkward positioning meant almost no leverage and she was forced to depend on Al for relief and even then it didn’t come until he’d reached ‘FOUR!’ on what felt like a very long count.
Raising her hands to confirm the break, Leah offered the ref a sweet smile, then put her hands to the small of Suguitan’s back and RAKED all the way up to her shoulders! “BYTCH!” Alexis twisted over onto her side and curled into a loose ball, one hand to her groin, the other rubbing at her scored skin.
“That’s Ms. Bytch to you, sugar.” Montoya sniped as she made a few adjustments to her togs. “And put some respect on my name next time or you’ll regret it.”
“Go suck a cattle-prod, f*cker.” the Penthouse Panther growled once she’d made it to all fours. “You haven’t earned anything yeNNNNGGGHHH!”
Leah raised a knee and brought it down on the back of Suguitan’s neck, driving her into the mat for the second time in as many minutes. “You want me to beat some respect out of or into you, kitten?” Leah had her hands in Alexis’s hair and was hauling her to boot leather. “I do believe I can do that.”
Switching over to a perfectly legal Wristlock, Montoya stepped away from her brunette and slung her in the direction of Veronica only to dig in her heels and reel the Filipino back the way she’d came. Dipping her head as Alexis stumbled in, Leah wedged her noggin under Suguitan’s right arm and wrapped her left arm around the other woman’s waist. In the same breath she braced her right hand against the back of Alexis’s right thigh and hoisted her all the way up onto her left shoulder. Cheers from the FAWNatics even though they knew what was gonna happen, it was simply impossible for them to not appreciate a classic Atomic Drop. And this one was as classic as could be, Montoya swinging her burden down as she sank to one knee and THWHUMPED the catfighter’s taut tush on the posted joint.
ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H4YACi-EFKc
Suguitan gaped and bounced up on her toes, one hand instinctually reaching for ‘Ronnie, who was damned near leaned all the way over the top rope. The Lone Wolf let her stagger just far enough to build some hope, then she caught Alexis’s other wrist and used it to spin her around into an Irish Whip toward a neutral set of strands. Veronica and Alexis both cursed the thwarted tag, but where the former had the luxury of returning to the apron, ‘Lexi hit the ropes and raced right back into the thick of things. Montoya was ready and waiting of course, the Terrible Texan slipping her left arm beneath the Exotique’s left armpit. What started as a Hip Toss got a whole lot more brutal when, instead of flipping her foe over onto her back, Leah simply lifted her off the mat by a good six inches before THWHONKING a high Kneelift between Alexis’s eyes!
LIFTING KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rXoOnZNX8dk
No cheers that time just sympathetic groans as Suguitan landed on her feet with hands hanging at her sides like she’d just been poleaxed. She almost certainly would’ve timbered to the deck in a matter of heartbeats if Leah hadn’t reached out and cupped the back of her neck. “You’re durable… but that don’t make you tough, sugar.”
Alexis moved her jaw in something that might have been words under more cogent circumstances, as it was it was just another thing for Montoya to ignore while she hooked her right arm over the other brunette’s right shoulder. From there she reached around with her left hand, angled it through Suguitan’s legs and grabbed hold of her right wrist. With Alexis trapped in a very precarious position, Leah shuffled around ‘til she was looking at Treymane (and Suguitan was looking at Lyssa) the Lone Wolf taunted, “Just stay right where you are, honey. You might make it out of here in one piece after all.” Veronica answered with something unprintable, not that the verbal vitriol kept Montoya from dipping her knees and popping her hips to take Alexis up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with a huge Tex’ploder!
TEX'PLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tZYVPu2fdiI
Leah spun to one knee in perfect position to cover, but she didn’t even consider it. Instead she looked over at Lyssa, who seemed much improved after a few minutes rest on the apron. “Feelin’ better, Gizmo?”
Zahn nodded at once, her dark eyes burning into Suguitan. “Doin’ great, Tex. Be even better when I’m making that bytch suffer.”
“Well let’s do that, shall we?” Helping herself to a two-handed grip on her foe’s right wrist, Leah got to her feet and draaaaaaaaaaaaagged the catfighter into the shadows of the meanest corner of the ring. Lyssa reached out in search of a tag, but Montoya shook her off. “Not just yet, lemme set the scene for ya first.” Lined up so they were both parallel to the ropes, Montoya dropped to a seat and stretched her legs while simultaneously hoisting Alexis’s head off the mat.
“PROTECT YOUR HEAD, ‘LEXIS!” Treymane shouted from the other side of the ring. “SHE’S GONNA--dammit!”
Leah threaded her legs around Suguitan’s head and right arm, the Terrible Texan cinching the pit of her left knee over her right shin to complete the Triangle Choke she called the Round Up. Suguitan gurgled to life, smacking and clawing at Leah’s flank as the Choke stole her air. Montoya endured it without comment or protest, the move wasn’t supposed to be a fight winner, it was only meant to keep the catfighter preoccupied while she reached up and-- SMACK! Lyssa leaned over and tagged herself into the fray, much to Treymane’s chagrin. Already knowing exactly how she was going to punish the Penthouse Panther, Zahn hurried a little ways down the apron until she was lined up dead center with the prone lovely. Then she grabbed the top rope in both hands, leapt into a perch and dropped off just as quickly to THAWHUMP her hundred and thirty-so pounds ass-first onto the small of her target’s back!
Alexis let out a choked groan that transformed into a relieved rasp when Montoya released the Round Up and slid under the bottom rope. Any pleasure over her newfound ability to breathe was brief, as Lyssa grabbed a handful of waistband and hauled her to boot-leather. “You belong to me now, ‘Lexie.” the TweetStormtrooper snarled. “And I am going to make you famous in ways you didn’t even know existed.”
Spinning the flagging Filipino around in a half circle, Zahn scooped Suguitan into place across her chest and tromped to the Black Hats corner, where she laid her burden across the top ropes on a rough diagonal. With the whole of the Alexis’s sturdy frame laid before her, Lyssa put one hand against the other brunette’s belly and raised the other high overhead. “Dream can have her Symphonies.” Lyssa told Leah. “I’m all about the remixes.”
With that she crooked that arm into a short hook and proceeded to THWHAP, THWHAP, THWHAP a brutal series of overhand Forearm Smashes against Alexis’s rack, Lyssa intent on showing the whole world that the Zahnlyphone was the most dangerous instrument in all of FAWN.
Lyssa laced her fingers to form a Double Axhandle and played a different tune on the battered Phenom, DRIVING the balled fists deep into the golden-brown tummy of Suguitan. The force of the blow caused Alexis to jackknife and wretch as she gasped for the oxygen battered from her body. Lyssa turned her back to the raven-haired grappler, dipping slightly in a crouch, and a pair of helpful hands from the opposite side of the buckles shoved the Penthouse Panther off the improvised ‘altar’, Leah rolling Alexis into place in a Fireman’s Carry atop the Social Media Superstar’s shoulders.
Curling her arms around Suguitan’s frame to keep her in place, Lyssa marched to the middle, fighting to maintain possession of the squirming Filipino. It’s long enough as Zahn laid out and PLANTERD Alexis against the canvas with a nasty Samoan Drop. The impact rattled the ring and Suguitan, a shudder moving through Alexis’ body, the former catfighter helpless to stop the rampaging Snapchatter and her cowgirl cohort.
Lyssa sat up, beaming into the raining boos. She feigned a yawn as Leah chuckled from the sidelines. Zahn kipped to her feet and took a ‘drive by’ down Treymane Street.
“Sum of the parts,” the malicious YouTube sensation barked at the blonde. “So much less than they should be. Right?”
Veronica bit her tongue, instead directing her attention to Alexis, trying to verbally pull her partner up from all fours and get her to a tag.
Unhappy with the lack of notice from the former World Champion, Lyssa closed in and slapped the taste from the mouth of the Dangerous Dame. Treymane’s head snapped to the side and before it made it all the way back in place, she’s leaping through the ropes.
Lyssa grabbed Carpenter and literally tossed the ref into Veronica. Al wrapped his arms around the invading Destroyer-class moll, pushing her back to the buckles. For her part, Lyssa ‘helped’ a rising Alexis up the rest of the way to vertical while Leah raced in to join her partner. Each brunette took a wrist and aimed the wobbling Filipino Phenom at the ropes.
The duo sent the former Associate racing to the cables, Alexis throwing her back into the strands and sprinting out of a U-turn. Montoya, having stepped a few feet in front of her partner, dipped and caught Alexis with a hug under the curve of the copper-skinned beauty’s glutes, lifting her HIGH off the canvas. A spinning Lyssa raised her arms high to grasp Alexis in an elevated Three Quarters Facelock and DOWN the menage a trois came with a devastating drop, the supercharged Stunner sending Suguitan to semi-consciousness, Alexis bouncing off the canvas onto her back, a single file of gobsmacked grappler.
Lyssa and Leah, seated on either side of Alexis and pointed in opposite directions reached to give each other a high-five as Carpenter forced a disgusted ‘Ronnie from the ring. After slapping palms with her partner, Zahn headed for the exit, slipping through the cables just as Al turned to find Leah kneeling next to the ruined catfighter.
A confused Carpenter looked to the crowd to let him know whether the tag he’d heard was legit. Try as they might, the FAWnatics didn’t have enough proof to back up their pleas and a grinning Montoya shoved the flaccid Alexis to her back, Suguitan rolling to a limp starfish. Leah mounted what’s left of the Penthouse Panther in a Schoolgirl Press, palms pressing down on the wrists of the Filipino Phenom as she straddled Alexis’ midriff.
From the sidelines, Veronica pleaded with her newly minted partner to escape, but it looks far from probable through…
ONE…
TWO…
And Alexis showed the fight of the champion she’d yet to become by bridging her shoulders off the mat, lifting Leah in the process, Montoya’s dark eyes going wide. Suguitan spilled Montoya off, twisting to the side. It took barely more than a second for Leah to reach her feet while Lexy only had time to get all fours, and pointed in the wrong direction at that.
The Texas Terror mounted her Filipino filly in a forward facing straddle of Alexis’ back. She paddled the rump of her ride, the echoing slap clearly stinging Alexis’s booty AND pride. The exotique started to rise, slowly but surely to vertical, Leah securing a Sleeper hold grip on her foe as she did. Shaking her head and berating the catfighter, Leah showed more than a little concern at the Penthouse Panther’s insistence on making her a backpack, Suguitan scooping Leah’s legs off the canvas. With no connection with the canvas, Montoya had no easy way to put on the brakes as the determined Alexis backpedaled with her cargo.
Halfway, Alexis started to stagger and when Leah used her legs to surround the Panther in a Scissors, it became a certainty any trip to the mat would be Suguitan’s last of the night. But, and it’s a big one, the fight in the Filipino managed to keep her upright long enough to fling herself and her rider into the corner Veronica occupied, sandwiching the Texan in between herself and the buckles.
Treymane didn’t waste any time, reaching over Montoya’s shoulder to slap that of her partner. A forearm bash to the back of Leah’s skull loosened the cowgirl’s Sleeper on Alexis. Suguitan melted to the canvas in an exhausted pool, but the energized blonde was there to take her place, flying through the ropes, grasping Leah’s noggin in a Side Headlock and racing to mid-ring where she SPIKED the face of the Lone Wolf into the deck with a Bulldog any Texan would be proud to call her own.
Not giving Leah a moment of recovery time, the Pinstripe Powerhouse scramblerf into a Crossbody position atop the brunette’s back. Veronica scissoring Leah’s right arm while securing a wrenching grip on her left. The former World Champion reared back into her signature Noirevoir.
NOIREVOIR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLpNsgv6tNg
The crowd exploded in an excited fervor, Veronica in the match for only a handful of seconds and already going for the win. Not far away was a worried Lyssa, Zahn watching intently as Leah’s face twisted and twitched in pain, the Texan biting her lower lip until one nasty tug from Treymane drew a squeal of pain.
With a damaged Alexis still in recovery mode and Al busy asking if Montoya wanted to surrender, the Social Media Superstar slid through the ropes and put the heel to Veronica’s chin, or tried to. For as Lyssa shot her boot, the blonde pulled back further on her submission, curving Montoya’s spinal column all the more, and making Leah a shield. Zahn’s sole CRASHED into her partner’s chest instead!
As Carpenter rose to shoo Lyssa out of the squared circle, Veronica released her grip and, with a couple handfuls of hair, THUMPED the Lone Wolf’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
The swearing TweetstormTrooper took her legal place as Veronica rose, tugging up an unsteady Montoya beside her. Treymane couldn’t help but show off Leah’s state to her partner, Ronnie blowing a kiss to Lyssa before spinning into a Discus Clothesline that nearly ripped Leah’s head from her shoulders, Montoya rocketing to the deck at Treymane’s feet.
Veronica dove atop the splayed Leah in a lateral press, hooking a leg to secure the pin and the win after Al slapped the mat for…
ONE…
TWO…
Whether Montoya was about to get a shoulder up remained unclear as a diving Lyssa drove an Axhandle blow between Veronica’s shoulderblades, breaking the count. The Social Media Superstar grabbed a healthy handful of golden locks and pulled Veronica up, but once vertical Treymane broke free and loaded a right cross that’s preempted by a punt to ‘Ronnie’s pussy from Zahn.
The Pinstripe Powerhouse rose to pained tiptoes, dark eyes bugging as a muddled Carpenter tried to regain control. His job became exponentially more difficult when, after Lyssa tugged a dipped Veronica’s head between her thighs and wrapped her arms around the blonde’s midriff, preparing for something hasty, an awakened Penthouse Panther delivered a Big Boot to Lyssa’s jaw, the brunette whipping to the deck.
Skidding to a stop, Alexis squared off with a charging Leah. Suguitan dipped under a headhunting Lariat from the Texan, corralled Montoya’s head with a two-hand grip then locked the Three Quarters Facelock tight, drawing the back of Leah’s neck to her shoulder. She sat out, snapping the cowgirl, leaving Leah on her side, grasping at her injured vertebrae.
“Alright Alexis, enough of that crap!” Carpenter got an arm around Suguitan’s waist and hauled her away from the chaos even before she’d fully regained her feet. “Back to your corner so I can sort this out!”
The catfighter didn’t argue, though she did point an accusatory finger at Zahn. “Get that piece of shyt out of the ring.” she growled. “Everything will fall into place once you do.”
Al sighed, made a ‘shooing’ gesture, then turned his back and dropped to one knee beside the Social Media Superstar. “On your feet, Lyssa. Or roll out under the bottom rope if you have to. Either way I want you out of the ring before I hit five.”
Zahn cursed, rolled onto her stomach and slowly made it to all fours. “Rate-a-Ref is going to hear about this, jerk-off.” she muttered en route back to the Black Hat side of town.
That left Veronica and Leah, the former slowly hauling herself to verticality after the Low Blow, the latter on one knee with an arm wrapped around the back of her head. Realizing she had the Dark Star to herself once again, Treymane stepped forward, raised a hand and SMACKED the side of her head as hard as she could. “On your feet, cowgirl. We’re not done yet.”
Montoya snarled, rose on woozy legs and immediately forced Veronica back on her heels with a huge two-handed shove. “Watch yourself, Treymane.” Leah spat. “Unless you want to leave this ring with my brand covering every square inch of that pert little ass.”
Veronica caught her balance, raised both hands. “You got it wrong, Daisy. My pert little ass IS the brand that’ll cover every inch of your UNGH!”
Montoya stepped into the breach and smote some serious ruin on Veronica’s rack in the form of a huge Forearm Smash. Teeth bared even as she struggled to catch her balance, Treymane steadied out and stormed back with a Forearm Smash of her own. Leah soaked it up, taunted ‘Ronnie with a ‘how sweet’ sort of air kiss, then turned her head to the side with a huge Haymaker. The Neo-Noir Knockout felt Montoya’s knuckles mash her bottom lip and responded with a punch that caromed off the corner of her opponent’s mouth. Leah tasted copper, spat pink on the mat, then pointed to the strands behind her blonde.
“Run those ropes, Treymane.” she demanded. “It’s not quite ten paces, but it’s more than enough to mow you down.”
Veronica didn’t even twitch. “Better come in guns blazing, honey.” She turned and Leah did the same, the pair of rivals racing away from one another for the sole purpose of building up steam for when they raced back and THWH-THWHACK! Two long, dangerous legs flew off the mat and collided with a pair of sturdy chins, the stereo Big Boots hitting hard enough to rattle the fillings of the FAWNatics in the first few rows. Imagine their amazement then when Montoya and Treymane spun away from the impact and headed for the ropes again, tottering like a drunks on a bender, yet still very much on their feet!
“OVER HERE VERONICA!” Alexis had both feet on the bottom rope and was leaaaaaaaaaaned as far over as she could without falling into the ring. “TAG OUT GIRL, I GOT THIS!”
Elsewhere, Lyssa Zahn offered a similar entreaty. “COME TO ME, TEX! JUST GET ME IN THERE AND I’LL FINISH THESE F*CKERS OFF!”
Much as they were loathe to abandon the fray, Montoya and Treymane were smart enough to know they needed a breather and so they stumbled home short seconds later. The near identical SMACK of palm on palm got the crowd roaring once more as Zahn and Suguitan vaulted over the ropes and headed straight for one another. Lyssa was perhaps a half step quicker and so she swung first, a great gaudy Bytch Slap that would’ve loosened teeth if Alexis hadn’t dipped around behind her and slapped on a Waistlock. Squeezing Zahn’s ribs as hard as she could, the Filipino Phenom hauled the other brunette into the air for something that never got past the lift stage because Lyssa smacked a heel into her attacker’s kneecap.
Suguitan grunted, returned her burden to the mat, then cursed when Zahn dropped to all fours and crawled backward between her splayed legs. On her feet before Alexis managed to turn her back, Zahn reached around the exotique’s hips, but instead of securing a Waistlock she snatched Suguitan’s left wrist in her right hand. Then she stepped back, tugged the catfighter around to face her and immediately put a shoulder through her navel with a short, savage Spear! Alexis landed hard on the back of her head and shoulders, legs kicked up high like she’d absorbed a brutal Powerbomb. Lyssa didn’t give her a chance to sort out the hurts, rather she grabbed Suguitan’s ankles and shoved backward so that she rolled onto all fours.
RIP-CORD SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHdyL9Z2S_c
The TweetStormtrooper was on her in an instant, wedging Alexis’s noggin between her thighs and cinching both arms around her waist for “WHOOOAAAAHHH!”
Alexis gathered her reserves and straightened up, draping Zahn down her back like a cape. No simple Back Drop this, she hooked her right arm over the pit of Lyssa’s left knee and curled her right arm around the back of the other brunette’s head, thus allowing her to snug the Insta-Gator’s skull against the point of her hip. Pointing herself at a neutral corner, Suguitan took off at a dead run that only picked up speed when she whipped around and hurled the both of them into the buckles! The BWUUUNG of back on buckle was promptly overshadowed by the heavy THAWHAM of head to mat as Alexis bounced out and dropped to a seat, just crushing her prey with a nod to her partner’s older sister and former Associate. Suguitan roared with triumph, though she didn’t waste any time in floating across Lyssa’s chest to hook the far leg for…
AIR RAID STAMPEDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XNTqDza6oS8
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Zahn eased a shoulder off the canvas to earn herself at least another three seconds, not to mention a stiff slap from the Penthouse Panther. “Still got a few minutes left on your plan, sweetheart? Good lets use them up!” Nothing but a muttered curse by way of reply, so Alexis hauled her opponent to boot-leather, transitioned to a quick Wristlock and hurled her into a neutral corner. An Avalanche Splash followed shortly thereafter, Suguitan making sure to put all her weight into the tummy on tits, tits on face collision. Mounting the second rope even as Zahn ‘ooooffffh’ed onto her abs, Alexis buried one hand in the Social Media Superstar’s hair and wrenched her head back to better pound knuckles into her hairline. Delighted to assist in Zahn’s comeuppance, the FAWNatics counted along at the top of their lungs. ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!--”
A shriek from Suguitan ended the count one short thanks to the callous wedgie inflicted upon her briefs. Plunging a second hand into Lyssa’s hair to keep her steady, Alexis growled, “You’re going to regret that you desperate sluWHOOOAANNNNGGGHHH!”
Another eye-watering tug and a short, well-placed Headbutt to the crotch loosened Suguitan’s hooks enough for Zahn to get both hands on the Filipino’s tummy and shove as hard as she could. Alexis flew back, landed on her feet and stumbled hard which wouldn’t have been a problem if she hadn’t slammed into an unsuspecting Al Carpenter! The lanky ref didn’t quite swoon, but taking the back of Suguitan’s skull to the point of his chin sent the poor dope tottering away to crumple into a neutral corner with his forehead resting on the top buckle.
Still more than a little woozy herself, Leah Montoya nevertheless noted a golden opportunity. Dropping off the apron, she snatched her bull rope from the Timekeeper’s table and hurled it to Lyssa on the run. “Make it count, Gizmo!” Over on the other side of the ring, Veronica was too absorbed by the Panther on zebra collision to notice Leah’s disappearance. She did however notice the bull rope and cowbell that seemed to float into Zahn’s hands. “Oh hell no.” she growled. “LEXIS, LOOK OUNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Leah grabbed the blonde’s ankles and tugged her off the apron into a short fall that ended with the former champion’s chin CRAAACKING off the rounded plywood edge. To make matters worse, Leah corralled her with a double handful of hair and BWOOONKED her face-first into the unforgiving steel of the ring-post.
Oblivious to her partner’s peril, a muzzy-headed Alexis straightened up just in time to catch a mellow glint of brass before BWAAAOONNNG! Zahn pegged her with a cow-bell assisted Haymaker that dropped the catfighter to her knees on the spot. Too tired to smile over what she’d done (at least for now) Lyssa looked around, spotted Leah heading back to the Black Hat’s side of town and tossed her the rope. Soon as she was in the clear she cupped Alexis’s chin, reeled her into a Standing Headscissors and slipped her hands between Suguitan’s biceps to complete a Double Underhook. Hands locked, she dipped her knees and sloooooooowly muscled Suguitan up until the toes of her boots pointed at the rafters. Working hard to hold her prey steady, Zahn turned in a half circle, then pushed up on her topes and swung Alexis forward and down while simultaneously dropping to her butt. Suguitan THWHAMMED against the deck like a sack of laundry, the impact so forceful and final that she didn’t even bounce in the aftermath.
INSTA-SLAM 2.0:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ahiwH0Oip7Q
Didn’t stop Lyssa, she just slapped on a Half Nelson and shoveled Alexis onto her back. Then she pushed up, slid forward and dropped down, planting her tush atop Suguitan’s mug in an ungainly Reverse Face Sit. Boos from those assembled as Lyssa fashioned her hands into claws and tried to scoop out great hunks of her prey’s tummy. Very much aware that the ref wasn’t doing his job, Zahn glared over at the corner and shouted, “HEY, ASSHAT! STOP LURKING ON MY INSTAGRAM AND GET THE HELL OVER HERE!”
Carpenter let out a low groan, shuffled around and saw the pin from what looked like a million miles away. Somehow he crossed that gulf in only a few strides, though his head felt like it was going to float away when he dropped to one knee. Careful to check Alexis’s shoulders even in his addled state, Al leaned down and slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Lyssa leaned down and gave Alexis’s crotch a rough squeeze, then raked her belly a few times as the Announcer shouted over the jeers, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall… LEAH MONTOYA AND LYSSA ZAHN!”
Give Al credit, he offered his hand to the victorious brunette, so of course Leah shouldered him aside and did the deed herself. “Nice to see you catchin’ that thing one handed, Gizmo.” Leah said with a clap on the shoulder. “We’ll make a cowgirl out of you yet.”
“Not until you let me brand someone, Tex. Hey, Wanna Posterize this bytch?”
Montoya had no such objections, so she planted a foot on Alexis’s chest while the Tweeting Tyrant retrieved her phone from the corner. Back in position a moment later, the Black Hats each planted a boot on Suguitan’s defenseless chest while Zahn snapped a selfie that made them look like titans while Alexis was nothing more than detritus beneath their feet. The single snap might’ve turned into a full on photo shoot if Veronica Treymane hadn’t rolled under the bottom rope, steel chair in hand.
Stilled by the blonde’s equalizer, the Black Hats raised their hands and very slowly crept to the far side of the ring. “No need to rush things, Daisy.” Lyssa said before she slipped through the strands. “She’s already on the Wall of Shame. You’ll go next.”
“Already crushed one phone, Lyssa.” Veronica growled. “Maybe I’ll make you eat the next one.”
“Promises, promises. See ya soon, bytch.” Zahn kissed her goodbye, dropped off the apron and followed Montoya up the ramp, the Social Media Superstar once again on her phone and no doubt adding dubious hashtags to any number of pictures.
A shuffling behind her drew Treymane’s attention to her six, where Alexis was just starting to sit up. “Lex, hey. How’s your head?” Veronica knew it was a dumb question, having felt the wrath of Leah’s cow bell before. “You need me to get a medic?”
Suguitan shook her head no, though it hurt to do so. “I’ll be fine, just give me a minute.”
Treymane did.
“We’ll get them next time, ‘Lex. I’m not gonna let those two--”
Alexis shook her head again. “Thanks but no thanks, ‘Ronnie. Zahn is mine and mine alone. You can have her when I’m done… if there’s anything left.”
The Dangerous Dame nodded, even though she wasn’t entirely pleased with the proclamation. Still, she’d seen that look in Alexis’s eyes more than once from the opposite side of the ring and she knew there was no use in trying to change her mind.
One thing she knew for certain, Lyssa Zahn was in for a hell of a fight.
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 each side of the ramp was lined with half a dozen burly secret services types in black suits. Backs to the fans, they kept their eyes trained on the entryway, where the traditional curtain was 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.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
Someone on the other side nearly 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, the Penthouse Panther tipped her head down, allowing the sunglasses she wore to slide down her nose. Dark eyes locked on those throughout the crowd. Alexis shook her head disdainfully and strutted purposefully toward the ring.
Long gone was 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 a 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.
Tonight, halfway to the ring, the former Associate halted and turned to survey the stage she’d left as her music faded seemingly prematurely. Waving off her security, Alexis raised an index finger high before lowering it to point directly at the doors which BANGED open again.
Grayscale seeped in through the Technicolor of the Tron and the Treymane Gang greeted their heroine with a boisterous roar as she emerged from the behind the thrust doors, a frenetic touch in the form of Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’ accompanying the blonde, Destroyer-class vision.
MACHINE GUN BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uf3FOEL3KjE
VERONICA TREYMANE:
The Neo-Noir Knockout, sheathed in a half-length (it ended about mid-thigh) grey trench coat and matching fedora, stormed to the top of the ramp and bellowed, “THEY WANTED A WAR? THEY GOT ONE!”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse drew the coat aside to reveal a replica Thompson’s resting against one strong, lightly-tanned thigh. She hoisted the barking iron overhead and unleashed a fire of blazing pyro into the rafters. Setting the ‘gun’ on her shoulder once the clip hit empty, Treymane tipped her hat to the crowd and started down the ramp, dressed for battle in the midnight blue edition of her usual boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, while her pads and boots matched the blue of her trunks. Her boots remained matte black, as per usual.
The Dangerous Dame met Alexis at the base and shared a high five. Together, the newly minted team marched the rest of the way to the ring, Suguitan paying the fans very little mind while Treymane at least offered understated nods of appreciation.
Reaching the ring, Veronica headed up the steps, doffed her fedora to the assembled, setting it on the top of the post, before stepping between the top and middle ropes. Iron and coat came off, both handed to a FAWN flunky who treated them with the proper reverence.
Alexis ascended next. She slipped through the strands and claimed the center of the ring, calling Algernon Carpenter over to remove her fur. Without speaking, Alexis turned her back to the man, the former Associate stretching her arms wide. “Proceed.”
Al did as he’s told, carefully slipping the coat off one shoulder 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 moved to Veronica for a huddle of former deathly enemies as the Announcer took the opportunity to introduce the new teammates.
“Our next contest is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Weighing in tonight at a combined and evenly distributed two hundred and sixty eight pounds, hailing from Manila in the Philippines and Bridgeport California respectively, they are ALEXIS SUGUITAN and VERONICA TREYMANE. Together they are THE PINSTRIPE PANTHERS!”
“And introducing their opponents, weighing in at a combined total of two hundred and sixty-four pounds, hailing from Foxriver, New York and San Antonio, Texas respectively, they are LYSSA ZAHN AND LEAH MONTOYA… THE BLACK HATS!”
Already on their feet to welcome the Panthers, the FAWNatics stayed right where they were to offer equally heartfelt disdain and disgust that wasn’t nearly enough to overwhelm the twanging guitar riff of Local H’s ‘The Misanthrope’.
THE MISANTHROPE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PvUTeAdhmyc
Hack actors choking on the scenery
Mere grist to feed the machinery
Fairy tales and useless fables
Prayers at the children's table
That ends with us Dead
The curtain parted and a pair of brunettes clad in black stepped into view. A few steps ahead of her partner, Lyssa Zahn raised her omnipresent phone and reeled off several seconds of footage, the language of which is not suitable for reprinting here. Snugging the device back into a band on her right arm, Zahn stepped aside and offered her knuckles to Leah Montoya, who bumped them after scowling at the crowd.
LYSSA ZAHN:
LEAH MONTOYA:
“What do you say, Tex?” Lyssa asked, her dark eyes locked on the pair of slobs waiting in the ring, “Ready to show a pair of bytches what happens when you f*ck with our fun?”
Montoya raised her other hand, which was filled with her bull rope and the ominous brass bell that hung from it. “Suguitan’s mine, Gizmo.” the Dark Star murmured. “I want her to bleed.”
Zahn licked her lips and smiled wickedly. “Dibs on the trench coat tramp then. C’mon Tex, lets go make some memes.”
Leah tipped her black Stetson to the Vine Vixen and took point as the mismatched, yet suddenly inseparable pair marched on the ring.
For their first tandem encounter with a pair of women who’d dare defy their cruel amusements, Leah sported 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. Beside her, the Insta-gator wore predominately black spandex: a two piece, the top with thin, pink shoulder straps set at a slight angle, and a pink mesh “plate” over the clavicle, rising into a collar. The bottom rim of this piece and the neckline of the bikini top worked to create almost a heart-shaped “cleavage window.” Matching bottoms (with pink trim), pink wristbands and pads, and black boots complete the look.
Ignoring the FAWNatics entirely, Zahn and Montoya ignored the steps in favor of climbing onto the apron. Suguitan and Treymane started forward, but Al Carpenter stepped in their way, prompting a snicker from Lyssa. “Check it out, Leah.” Lyssa whipped out her phone again and quickly snapped a shot of their fuming adversaries. “How about a caption contest? I got, ‘Dumb bytch’s last known photograph.’ What about you?”
“Before.” the Lone Wolf replied without missing a beat.
“Damn. How do you do that?” No answer from Montoya, she’d dropped off her rope and hat with a FAWN flunky and slipped into the ring. Lyssa did the same, making sure to take a cheeky stroll by the opposing corner on her way to the Black Hat’s side of town.
Alexis and Veronica both had strong reasons to start the match, but in the end the former ceded to the latter because she knew just how she’d feel if some bytch cost her the World Title. Eyes locked on Zahn even before her partner made it all the way through the ropes, Treymane stormed out of their corner with the bell and was damned near running by the time she reached the center and-- the Dangerous Dame lashed out with a Haymaker that would’ve put Lyssa’s head on a swivel if she hadn’t dipped beneath it at the last instant. Twisting around on Treymane’s six, Zahn grabbed hold of the blonde’s waistband and jerked her into a stiff Forearm Smash directly across the small of the back!
Lyssa smirked, enjoying the sound and the sensation of her power reverberating through the other woman’s frame. But this pleasure proved short-lived as Treymane pulled back an elbow and gouged it deep into the brunette’s ribs! The Tweeting Tyrant cried out, staggered back and dropped into another low crouch as Treymane swung for the fences with a wicked Back-Fist. Zahn came out of the crouch fast enough to sweep the former World Champ into a rough Collar & Elbow Tie-Up which she promptly used to bull ‘Ronnie in the direction of her corner.
Treymane gave up three or four big steps, then planted her back foot and leaned all her weight into the advancing brunette. Lyssa’s march came to a grinding halt and since she wasn’t much one for having her plans thwarted, the black-clad battler slid a hand into Veronica’s hair and gave it a sharp yank. Veronica’s yelp of pain transformed into a satisfied smile as she came to understand her opponent’s terms. In honor of those aforementioned terms she worked a hand into Zahn’s dark locks and tried her damndest to remove a great patch of scalp.
Lyssa bared her teeth in anger, though she didn’t wail to the ref like Treymane expected she might. Rather she surged forward and pulled even harder, the torque of it wrenching the Neo-Noir Knockout’s head down at an unpleasant angle. Veronica growled through the pain and answered with another wicked tug, her technique solid enough to get a round of impressed applause from the Penthouse Panther.
Al Carpenter was less enthused, not with the technique, but the infraction in general. “Ok ladies, I know tensions are high, but you’re both above this catty crap. So I need you to uncurl your hands and step back on three, ok? One. Two. Three.”
Treymane and Zahn did as bade, though a great deal slower than the ref would’ve preferred. Still, a clean break was a clean break and-- Lyssa pressed a hand against the side of Treymane’s face and PUSHED, forcing her head to one side. “You’re comin’ at me pretty hot, ‘Ronnie.” Zahn taunted. “You’re not still mad about last--”
‘Month’ was on her lips when the Pinstripe Powerhouse dipped a shoulder and slammed it into Lyssa’s navel. Veronica caught the brunette’s legs behind the knees in the same motion, or one at least, Zahn slipped the right free at the last second and cinched an arm around Treymane’s neck even as she leaned in against her back. The result was a bit of a stalemate, with Veronica’s Single Leg Takedown effectively stymied by Lyssa’s Front Facelock, not that Zahn could do much more than hold her position at the moment.
Confident that she held the advantage (or could at least take it with a little work) Lyssa cranked up on the Facelock, then curled her free arm into a hook shape and TWHAPPED it down across the blonde’s lower back. “This is all your fault, I hope you understand.” Zahn chided after Treymane shrugged off her first shot. “All you had to do was stay in the back while Leah and I were tending to ‘Lexi and you could’ve been a two time World Champ.” She squeezed and rocked the Facelock up n’ down, making a point to grind Veronica’s ears. “But then you stuck your nose in our business AND if that wasn’t bad enough, you crushed my goddamned phone. “So instead of ending the night hoisting gold you ended up nose deep in Jacobs’s ass. Hope it was worth OOFFH!”
Treymane halved her control over Zahn’s gam so she could ball that hand into a fist and slam it into the brunette’s ribs once, twice, three times. “Keep talking, ‘Lyssa.” the Neo-Noir Knockout grunted. “And you’re going to end the night nose deep in an oxygen maskeeerrrrrgggghhhhhh, oh you’re such a bytch!”
No dispute from Zahn, she only helped herself to a bigger handful of those pinstriped briefs and continued sawing ‘em back and forth. “Nice sound byte ‘Ronnie, but I don’t buy it. For all your threats and hot lead, you’re a goody two shoes right down to the bone. Hell, if Suguitan hadn’t put Portia out to pasture, Baby would’ve found a way to 9-11 you out of the title months ago! And if you couldn’t deal with VanBuren’s weak ass old school shyt,” Zahn released the wedgie if only to SMACK and then raaaaaaaake her rival’s glutes with a heavy claw, “there’s no way in hell you’re going to beat AAARRHH FAHHHK!”
Already sick of Zahn’s mouth with the match less than three minutes old, Treymane curled her punchin’ hand into a scoop shape, reached around behind her attacker’s back and treated Lyssa’s undercarriage to a painful squeeze! Now Zahn had cut her teeth on catfights of all varieties so such a tactic was hardly new, however the surprise of it threw the Insta-gator off her game long enough for Veronica to shrug free of the Facelock and double down on her leg control. Boosting Zahn up over her shoulder like she was little more than a sack of leaves, Treymane angled herself at a neutral corner and set off at a brisk run.
Oblivious to the looming threat, Zahn kept right on hammering away at the former champ’s lower back right up to the moment when Veronica leaned forward and drove her burden into the buckles with a teeth-shivering BWUUUNG! The Dame’s inner strategist told her to drive her shoulder into the brunette’s tummy until Al called for a break, but after the galling events of Mayhem she had other ideas. Straightening up fast, Veronica laid her left forearm across Lyssa’s chest and leaned in close, the former World Champ using her bodyweight to keep Zahn glued to the corner when she reached up with the other hand and squeeeeeeeeeezed Lyssa’s left breast.
The Siren of Snap Chat didn’t much appreciate the blonde’s grip, but she wasn’t about to sweat this amateur mauling, so she batted her eyes and cooed, “Is that all there is, Daisy? I thought you were going to get rev--” Lyssa went quiet as the Dangerous Dame slid a knee between the brunette’s thighs and pressed tight. After a moment of tense silence, Zahn murmured, “Go ahead, Treymane. Take your shot now because it’s the only one you’re gonna get.”
Veronica wiggled her knee and leeeeeeeeaned in, making sure Lyssa felt every ounce of the weight against her togs. “You sure about that, Zee? You don’t seem too confident.”
“All right ‘Ronnie, let’s get it out of the corner.” Al said when he walked up on the action. “C’mon, don’t make me start counting.”
Lyssa smirked at the scowl that crossed Treymane’s face. “Yeah ‘Ronnie, get it out of the corner before NNNGGGH BYTCH!”
Veronica jammed her knee into the brunette’s crotch, then leaned in and whispered, “Just one for now, Daisy. I don’t want you too breathless when I’m sitting on your face.”
Threat made, she slipped one hand under Zahn’s right arm and buried the other in her foe’s hair. Then she stepped back, dropped her hips and hurled Lyssa halfway across the ring with a canvas-shivering Beal Toss!
“Sharing is caring, Treymane!” Alexis called from the friendly side of town.
“Sure is.” Veronica agreed as she stomped over to the grimacing grappler. Making no effort at disguise, Treymane dragged her opponent up with a huge hank of hair and led her over to Alexis, who practically licked her lips with anticipation.
Veronica slapped a palm with the Filipino Phenom but instead of entering, Suguitan started to climb the buckles from the outside. The Destroyer-class catfighter showed plenty of agility reaching a stance on the top pad. On the inside, the Pinstripe Powerhouse slipped behind the wincing Zahn and wedged her head between the glossy thighs of the brunette. Ronnie’s arms encircled Lyssa’s stems and Treymane showed off her strength by lifting Lyssa to an awfully high Electric Chair.
Both Montoya and Zahn were squealing in protest but Al was slow to start the count on Alexica. A smirking Suguitan raised thumbs and forefingers to place the wide-eyed Tweeting Tyrant in her sights, Lyssa on a platter as pretty as a picture. Alexis leapt from her perch and Clotheslined Zahn off Veronica’s shoulders. The brunette violently backflipped through the dead drop to the canvas, thumping to the canvas on her face and chest.
Treymane beamed as she headed for her station outside the ropes, glancing over her shoulder at the wreckage and Alexis already picking at it. As she slipped through the ropes, the Dangerous Dame called out.
“Nice to have that shyt working for me for once.”
Alexis bullied Zahn into the ropes, pushing back the strands as far as she could bend them.
“Back atcha blondie,” Suguitan responded with a grunt, as she heaved Lyssa toward the far ropes.
The Penthouse Panther followed to center stage as the Social Media Superstar rebounded toward her. Alexis dipped as Zahn approached and Lyssa got the idea to leapfrog over the Filipino beauty. Bad call. The former Associate straightened as Lyssa launched and Zahn presented herself into Alexis’ arms, hopping into a tight Bear Hug.
Suguitan’s arms constricted around Lyssa’s midriff and a throaty gasp emerged from the former YouTube sensation. Alexis cinched tighter still and shook the holy hell out of Zahn, twisting her from side to side in her grasp. After several seconds of the violent swings, Lyssa’s noggin loosened on her neck and, after a repositioning and strengthening of the Filipino Phenom’s embrace sent Lyssa’s chin plopping onto Alexis’ right shoulder, Suguitan took a long look at the Lone Wolf.
“Guess you really are going to be on your own tonight,” the former Associate snarked.
Lyssa lifted her head and, more than that, both arms, extending one on either side of Suguitan’s head. Ready to ring some ears, Lyssa’s beaten to the tweet as the Asian exotique genuflected and PLANTED Zahn’s crotch atop bended knee with an Inverted Atomic Drop.
The look on Lyssa’s face was worthy of a half dozen snapchats and the brunette was allowed to waddle off Suguitan’s joint. The reason became obvious when Alexis delivered a Spin Kick to the nearly frozen Lyssa. Suguitan’s heel colliding with Lyssa’s temple to drop the demolished Tweetstormtrooper to the deck in a jumbled mess.
SPIN KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_dyj3F58jKk
Her destructive pirouette grinding to a halt, Alexis glanced at Zahn, supremely satisfied, then turned to her former and likely future rival.
“Who am I to deny you the pleasure?” Alexis asks rhetorically.
She strode to a beaming Veronica and tagged her in.
“Whoever said you were the biggest bytch in FAWN?” Ronnie asked as she took the place of the raven-haired grappler.
“Uh, that’d be you,” Alexis responded serenely.
The power-packed blonde sank her nails into Lyssa’s mane and ripped the reeling Social Media Superstar to her knees.
“Oh yeah.”
Admission on the table, Veronica proceeded to lift a half dozen knee shots to Lyssa’s jaw, snapping Zahn’s head back farther with each, Lyssa’s dark mane cascading in all directions until she’s left jellied on her haunches.
Veronica threw the Siren of Snapchat to her face disdainfully, walking over to and by Leah.
“Should I let you in?” Ronnie mused before turning back toward Lyssa. “Nah. I think Daisy wants some more.”
The blonde battler stomped confidently to the penitent Lyssa, Zahn’s chin drooping to her chest. Veronica cupped a hand beneath to draw Lyssa’s dark pools to hers, but Zahn’s head wasn’t the only thing that rose. The Tweetstormtrooper sent her right set of fingers like tines in an Uppercut thrust into Treymane’s sex, the digits immediately clenching tight on Veronica’s privates. The Dangerous Dame rose to tiptoes, her mouth agape.
“AHHHHGAWWD,” the former champion wailed.
From the sidelines, Alexis could only wince in sympathy while Leah perked up considerably, screaming at her partner to make Veronica a sock puppet.
Lyssa did her best, kneading her claw into the thin sheath of spandex, Zahn going all presidential on the butt-puckered Pinstripe Powerhouse.
“Not talking so much now are we, Daisy?” Lyssa queried between pants, still much of her in recovery mode, other than her invading, clenching palm and the stiletto-like fingers extending from them.
Her hands unable to pry Lyssa away from the literal underhanded attack, Veronica instead laced them and managed to drop a Double Axhandle to the crown of Zahn’s cranium. Second and third blows finally stunned the evil brunette enough to force her claw to drop free. On hands and knees, the Social Media Superstar climbed through the wide berth between Treymane’s stems, ‘Ronnie looking like she’d ridden a horse at a gallop for an hour straight.
As Lyssa crawled toward Leah, Veronica waddled toward the outstretched arm of the Filipino Phenom like Hopalong Cassidy. The rivals slapped hands with their partners almost simultaneously, Montoya and Suguitan entering and charging one another. Leah drew first, launching into a lariat of a Clothesline that dropped Alexis like she’s shot.
The former Associate scrambled to her feet but was met with another and the process played out a third time, the back of the Penthouse Panther’s skull slamming against the deck along with her spine. The Asian exotique hit so hard she bounced up to a dazed seat, legs extended in front of her.
The Lone Wolf snatched Alexis’s legs at the ankles and sent Suguitan tumbling to her back as Montoya lifted her foe’s gams and spread them wide. Alexis’s pleading peepers and waving palms didn’t sway a growling Leah, much to her chagrin. Montoya lifted off, her legs inside those of Alexis, and SLAMMED down in her Texas Spread, the Double Leg Drop spreading Alexis’ copper-skinned stems wide, testing the flexibility of the catfighter’s hammies and groin.
Suguitan sat bolt-upright, both hands flying to her thrumming crotch. A perfectly understandable reaction of course, alas it also left her quite vulnerable to the Dark Star, who hadn’t relinquished her splayed perch atop the Filipino’s legs. Grabbing a double handful of Alexis’s dark hair, Leah jerked her close and THUMPED a quick Headbutt between her eyes. “I know you think you’re tough, sugar.” she cooed to the reeling wrestler. “Probably think you’re the meanest bytch walkin’ god’s green earth when you’re dolled up in thousand dollar underwear slappin’ around some debutante skank while a bunch of pudgy millionaires fawn and applaud over every little wedgie, but the simple truth of the matter is this…” the Texan doubled down on her hair-hold and BWUNKED Suguitan’s forehead into the mat between her V’d legs. “Your pretty little underwear modelin’ self wouldn’t survive five minutes in a real fight. And that’s what I mean to give you.”
Case in point, Montoya pressed down on the back of her adversary’s skull and began to scraaaaaaaaaaaape her face back n’ forth against the thinly-sheathed plywood! Alexis wailed and swatted at her attacker’s forearms, but the awkward positioning meant almost no leverage and she was forced to depend on Al for relief and even then it didn’t come until he’d reached ‘FOUR!’ on what felt like a very long count.
Raising her hands to confirm the break, Leah offered the ref a sweet smile, then put her hands to the small of Suguitan’s back and RAKED all the way up to her shoulders! “BYTCH!” Alexis twisted over onto her side and curled into a loose ball, one hand to her groin, the other rubbing at her scored skin.
“That’s Ms. Bytch to you, sugar.” Montoya sniped as she made a few adjustments to her togs. “And put some respect on my name next time or you’ll regret it.”
“Go suck a cattle-prod, f*cker.” the Penthouse Panther growled once she’d made it to all fours. “You haven’t earned anything yeNNNNGGGHHH!”
Leah raised a knee and brought it down on the back of Suguitan’s neck, driving her into the mat for the second time in as many minutes. “You want me to beat some respect out of or into you, kitten?” Leah had her hands in Alexis’s hair and was hauling her to boot leather. “I do believe I can do that.”
Switching over to a perfectly legal Wristlock, Montoya stepped away from her brunette and slung her in the direction of Veronica only to dig in her heels and reel the Filipino back the way she’d came. Dipping her head as Alexis stumbled in, Leah wedged her noggin under Suguitan’s right arm and wrapped her left arm around the other woman’s waist. In the same breath she braced her right hand against the back of Alexis’s right thigh and hoisted her all the way up onto her left shoulder. Cheers from the FAWNatics even though they knew what was gonna happen, it was simply impossible for them to not appreciate a classic Atomic Drop. And this one was as classic as could be, Montoya swinging her burden down as she sank to one knee and THWHUMPED the catfighter’s taut tush on the posted joint.
ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H4YACi-EFKc
Suguitan gaped and bounced up on her toes, one hand instinctually reaching for ‘Ronnie, who was damned near leaned all the way over the top rope. The Lone Wolf let her stagger just far enough to build some hope, then she caught Alexis’s other wrist and used it to spin her around into an Irish Whip toward a neutral set of strands. Veronica and Alexis both cursed the thwarted tag, but where the former had the luxury of returning to the apron, ‘Lexi hit the ropes and raced right back into the thick of things. Montoya was ready and waiting of course, the Terrible Texan slipping her left arm beneath the Exotique’s left armpit. What started as a Hip Toss got a whole lot more brutal when, instead of flipping her foe over onto her back, Leah simply lifted her off the mat by a good six inches before THWHONKING a high Kneelift between Alexis’s eyes!
LIFTING KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rXoOnZNX8dk
No cheers that time just sympathetic groans as Suguitan landed on her feet with hands hanging at her sides like she’d just been poleaxed. She almost certainly would’ve timbered to the deck in a matter of heartbeats if Leah hadn’t reached out and cupped the back of her neck. “You’re durable… but that don’t make you tough, sugar.”
Alexis moved her jaw in something that might have been words under more cogent circumstances, as it was it was just another thing for Montoya to ignore while she hooked her right arm over the other brunette’s right shoulder. From there she reached around with her left hand, angled it through Suguitan’s legs and grabbed hold of her right wrist. With Alexis trapped in a very precarious position, Leah shuffled around ‘til she was looking at Treymane (and Suguitan was looking at Lyssa) the Lone Wolf taunted, “Just stay right where you are, honey. You might make it out of here in one piece after all.” Veronica answered with something unprintable, not that the verbal vitriol kept Montoya from dipping her knees and popping her hips to take Alexis up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with a huge Tex’ploder!
TEX'PLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tZYVPu2fdiI
Leah spun to one knee in perfect position to cover, but she didn’t even consider it. Instead she looked over at Lyssa, who seemed much improved after a few minutes rest on the apron. “Feelin’ better, Gizmo?”
Zahn nodded at once, her dark eyes burning into Suguitan. “Doin’ great, Tex. Be even better when I’m making that bytch suffer.”
“Well let’s do that, shall we?” Helping herself to a two-handed grip on her foe’s right wrist, Leah got to her feet and draaaaaaaaaaaaagged the catfighter into the shadows of the meanest corner of the ring. Lyssa reached out in search of a tag, but Montoya shook her off. “Not just yet, lemme set the scene for ya first.” Lined up so they were both parallel to the ropes, Montoya dropped to a seat and stretched her legs while simultaneously hoisting Alexis’s head off the mat.
“PROTECT YOUR HEAD, ‘LEXIS!” Treymane shouted from the other side of the ring. “SHE’S GONNA--dammit!”
Leah threaded her legs around Suguitan’s head and right arm, the Terrible Texan cinching the pit of her left knee over her right shin to complete the Triangle Choke she called the Round Up. Suguitan gurgled to life, smacking and clawing at Leah’s flank as the Choke stole her air. Montoya endured it without comment or protest, the move wasn’t supposed to be a fight winner, it was only meant to keep the catfighter preoccupied while she reached up and-- SMACK! Lyssa leaned over and tagged herself into the fray, much to Treymane’s chagrin. Already knowing exactly how she was going to punish the Penthouse Panther, Zahn hurried a little ways down the apron until she was lined up dead center with the prone lovely. Then she grabbed the top rope in both hands, leapt into a perch and dropped off just as quickly to THAWHUMP her hundred and thirty-so pounds ass-first onto the small of her target’s back!
Alexis let out a choked groan that transformed into a relieved rasp when Montoya released the Round Up and slid under the bottom rope. Any pleasure over her newfound ability to breathe was brief, as Lyssa grabbed a handful of waistband and hauled her to boot-leather. “You belong to me now, ‘Lexie.” the TweetStormtrooper snarled. “And I am going to make you famous in ways you didn’t even know existed.”
Spinning the flagging Filipino around in a half circle, Zahn scooped Suguitan into place across her chest and tromped to the Black Hats corner, where she laid her burden across the top ropes on a rough diagonal. With the whole of the Alexis’s sturdy frame laid before her, Lyssa put one hand against the other brunette’s belly and raised the other high overhead. “Dream can have her Symphonies.” Lyssa told Leah. “I’m all about the remixes.”
With that she crooked that arm into a short hook and proceeded to THWHAP, THWHAP, THWHAP a brutal series of overhand Forearm Smashes against Alexis’s rack, Lyssa intent on showing the whole world that the Zahnlyphone was the most dangerous instrument in all of FAWN.
Lyssa laced her fingers to form a Double Axhandle and played a different tune on the battered Phenom, DRIVING the balled fists deep into the golden-brown tummy of Suguitan. The force of the blow caused Alexis to jackknife and wretch as she gasped for the oxygen battered from her body. Lyssa turned her back to the raven-haired grappler, dipping slightly in a crouch, and a pair of helpful hands from the opposite side of the buckles shoved the Penthouse Panther off the improvised ‘altar’, Leah rolling Alexis into place in a Fireman’s Carry atop the Social Media Superstar’s shoulders.
Curling her arms around Suguitan’s frame to keep her in place, Lyssa marched to the middle, fighting to maintain possession of the squirming Filipino. It’s long enough as Zahn laid out and PLANTERD Alexis against the canvas with a nasty Samoan Drop. The impact rattled the ring and Suguitan, a shudder moving through Alexis’ body, the former catfighter helpless to stop the rampaging Snapchatter and her cowgirl cohort.
Lyssa sat up, beaming into the raining boos. She feigned a yawn as Leah chuckled from the sidelines. Zahn kipped to her feet and took a ‘drive by’ down Treymane Street.
“Sum of the parts,” the malicious YouTube sensation barked at the blonde. “So much less than they should be. Right?”
Veronica bit her tongue, instead directing her attention to Alexis, trying to verbally pull her partner up from all fours and get her to a tag.
Unhappy with the lack of notice from the former World Champion, Lyssa closed in and slapped the taste from the mouth of the Dangerous Dame. Treymane’s head snapped to the side and before it made it all the way back in place, she’s leaping through the ropes.
Lyssa grabbed Carpenter and literally tossed the ref into Veronica. Al wrapped his arms around the invading Destroyer-class moll, pushing her back to the buckles. For her part, Lyssa ‘helped’ a rising Alexis up the rest of the way to vertical while Leah raced in to join her partner. Each brunette took a wrist and aimed the wobbling Filipino Phenom at the ropes.
The duo sent the former Associate racing to the cables, Alexis throwing her back into the strands and sprinting out of a U-turn. Montoya, having stepped a few feet in front of her partner, dipped and caught Alexis with a hug under the curve of the copper-skinned beauty’s glutes, lifting her HIGH off the canvas. A spinning Lyssa raised her arms high to grasp Alexis in an elevated Three Quarters Facelock and DOWN the menage a trois came with a devastating drop, the supercharged Stunner sending Suguitan to semi-consciousness, Alexis bouncing off the canvas onto her back, a single file of gobsmacked grappler.
Lyssa and Leah, seated on either side of Alexis and pointed in opposite directions reached to give each other a high-five as Carpenter forced a disgusted ‘Ronnie from the ring. After slapping palms with her partner, Zahn headed for the exit, slipping through the cables just as Al turned to find Leah kneeling next to the ruined catfighter.
A confused Carpenter looked to the crowd to let him know whether the tag he’d heard was legit. Try as they might, the FAWnatics didn’t have enough proof to back up their pleas and a grinning Montoya shoved the flaccid Alexis to her back, Suguitan rolling to a limp starfish. Leah mounted what’s left of the Penthouse Panther in a Schoolgirl Press, palms pressing down on the wrists of the Filipino Phenom as she straddled Alexis’ midriff.
From the sidelines, Veronica pleaded with her newly minted partner to escape, but it looks far from probable through…
ONE…
TWO…
And Alexis showed the fight of the champion she’d yet to become by bridging her shoulders off the mat, lifting Leah in the process, Montoya’s dark eyes going wide. Suguitan spilled Montoya off, twisting to the side. It took barely more than a second for Leah to reach her feet while Lexy only had time to get all fours, and pointed in the wrong direction at that.
The Texas Terror mounted her Filipino filly in a forward facing straddle of Alexis’ back. She paddled the rump of her ride, the echoing slap clearly stinging Alexis’s booty AND pride. The exotique started to rise, slowly but surely to vertical, Leah securing a Sleeper hold grip on her foe as she did. Shaking her head and berating the catfighter, Leah showed more than a little concern at the Penthouse Panther’s insistence on making her a backpack, Suguitan scooping Leah’s legs off the canvas. With no connection with the canvas, Montoya had no easy way to put on the brakes as the determined Alexis backpedaled with her cargo.
Halfway, Alexis started to stagger and when Leah used her legs to surround the Panther in a Scissors, it became a certainty any trip to the mat would be Suguitan’s last of the night. But, and it’s a big one, the fight in the Filipino managed to keep her upright long enough to fling herself and her rider into the corner Veronica occupied, sandwiching the Texan in between herself and the buckles.
Treymane didn’t waste any time, reaching over Montoya’s shoulder to slap that of her partner. A forearm bash to the back of Leah’s skull loosened the cowgirl’s Sleeper on Alexis. Suguitan melted to the canvas in an exhausted pool, but the energized blonde was there to take her place, flying through the ropes, grasping Leah’s noggin in a Side Headlock and racing to mid-ring where she SPIKED the face of the Lone Wolf into the deck with a Bulldog any Texan would be proud to call her own.
Not giving Leah a moment of recovery time, the Pinstripe Powerhouse scramblerf into a Crossbody position atop the brunette’s back. Veronica scissoring Leah’s right arm while securing a wrenching grip on her left. The former World Champion reared back into her signature Noirevoir.
NOIREVOIR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLpNsgv6tNg
The crowd exploded in an excited fervor, Veronica in the match for only a handful of seconds and already going for the win. Not far away was a worried Lyssa, Zahn watching intently as Leah’s face twisted and twitched in pain, the Texan biting her lower lip until one nasty tug from Treymane drew a squeal of pain.
With a damaged Alexis still in recovery mode and Al busy asking if Montoya wanted to surrender, the Social Media Superstar slid through the ropes and put the heel to Veronica’s chin, or tried to. For as Lyssa shot her boot, the blonde pulled back further on her submission, curving Montoya’s spinal column all the more, and making Leah a shield. Zahn’s sole CRASHED into her partner’s chest instead!
As Carpenter rose to shoo Lyssa out of the squared circle, Veronica released her grip and, with a couple handfuls of hair, THUMPED the Lone Wolf’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
The swearing TweetstormTrooper took her legal place as Veronica rose, tugging up an unsteady Montoya beside her. Treymane couldn’t help but show off Leah’s state to her partner, Ronnie blowing a kiss to Lyssa before spinning into a Discus Clothesline that nearly ripped Leah’s head from her shoulders, Montoya rocketing to the deck at Treymane’s feet.
Veronica dove atop the splayed Leah in a lateral press, hooking a leg to secure the pin and the win after Al slapped the mat for…
ONE…
TWO…
Whether Montoya was about to get a shoulder up remained unclear as a diving Lyssa drove an Axhandle blow between Veronica’s shoulderblades, breaking the count. The Social Media Superstar grabbed a healthy handful of golden locks and pulled Veronica up, but once vertical Treymane broke free and loaded a right cross that’s preempted by a punt to ‘Ronnie’s pussy from Zahn.
The Pinstripe Powerhouse rose to pained tiptoes, dark eyes bugging as a muddled Carpenter tried to regain control. His job became exponentially more difficult when, after Lyssa tugged a dipped Veronica’s head between her thighs and wrapped her arms around the blonde’s midriff, preparing for something hasty, an awakened Penthouse Panther delivered a Big Boot to Lyssa’s jaw, the brunette whipping to the deck.
Skidding to a stop, Alexis squared off with a charging Leah. Suguitan dipped under a headhunting Lariat from the Texan, corralled Montoya’s head with a two-hand grip then locked the Three Quarters Facelock tight, drawing the back of Leah’s neck to her shoulder. She sat out, snapping the cowgirl, leaving Leah on her side, grasping at her injured vertebrae.
“Alright Alexis, enough of that crap!” Carpenter got an arm around Suguitan’s waist and hauled her away from the chaos even before she’d fully regained her feet. “Back to your corner so I can sort this out!”
The catfighter didn’t argue, though she did point an accusatory finger at Zahn. “Get that piece of shyt out of the ring.” she growled. “Everything will fall into place once you do.”
Al sighed, made a ‘shooing’ gesture, then turned his back and dropped to one knee beside the Social Media Superstar. “On your feet, Lyssa. Or roll out under the bottom rope if you have to. Either way I want you out of the ring before I hit five.”
Zahn cursed, rolled onto her stomach and slowly made it to all fours. “Rate-a-Ref is going to hear about this, jerk-off.” she muttered en route back to the Black Hat side of town.
That left Veronica and Leah, the former slowly hauling herself to verticality after the Low Blow, the latter on one knee with an arm wrapped around the back of her head. Realizing she had the Dark Star to herself once again, Treymane stepped forward, raised a hand and SMACKED the side of her head as hard as she could. “On your feet, cowgirl. We’re not done yet.”
Montoya snarled, rose on woozy legs and immediately forced Veronica back on her heels with a huge two-handed shove. “Watch yourself, Treymane.” Leah spat. “Unless you want to leave this ring with my brand covering every square inch of that pert little ass.”
Veronica caught her balance, raised both hands. “You got it wrong, Daisy. My pert little ass IS the brand that’ll cover every inch of your UNGH!”
Montoya stepped into the breach and smote some serious ruin on Veronica’s rack in the form of a huge Forearm Smash. Teeth bared even as she struggled to catch her balance, Treymane steadied out and stormed back with a Forearm Smash of her own. Leah soaked it up, taunted ‘Ronnie with a ‘how sweet’ sort of air kiss, then turned her head to the side with a huge Haymaker. The Neo-Noir Knockout felt Montoya’s knuckles mash her bottom lip and responded with a punch that caromed off the corner of her opponent’s mouth. Leah tasted copper, spat pink on the mat, then pointed to the strands behind her blonde.
“Run those ropes, Treymane.” she demanded. “It’s not quite ten paces, but it’s more than enough to mow you down.”
Veronica didn’t even twitch. “Better come in guns blazing, honey.” She turned and Leah did the same, the pair of rivals racing away from one another for the sole purpose of building up steam for when they raced back and THWH-THWHACK! Two long, dangerous legs flew off the mat and collided with a pair of sturdy chins, the stereo Big Boots hitting hard enough to rattle the fillings of the FAWNatics in the first few rows. Imagine their amazement then when Montoya and Treymane spun away from the impact and headed for the ropes again, tottering like a drunks on a bender, yet still very much on their feet!
“OVER HERE VERONICA!” Alexis had both feet on the bottom rope and was leaaaaaaaaaaned as far over as she could without falling into the ring. “TAG OUT GIRL, I GOT THIS!”
Elsewhere, Lyssa Zahn offered a similar entreaty. “COME TO ME, TEX! JUST GET ME IN THERE AND I’LL FINISH THESE F*CKERS OFF!”
Much as they were loathe to abandon the fray, Montoya and Treymane were smart enough to know they needed a breather and so they stumbled home short seconds later. The near identical SMACK of palm on palm got the crowd roaring once more as Zahn and Suguitan vaulted over the ropes and headed straight for one another. Lyssa was perhaps a half step quicker and so she swung first, a great gaudy Bytch Slap that would’ve loosened teeth if Alexis hadn’t dipped around behind her and slapped on a Waistlock. Squeezing Zahn’s ribs as hard as she could, the Filipino Phenom hauled the other brunette into the air for something that never got past the lift stage because Lyssa smacked a heel into her attacker’s kneecap.
Suguitan grunted, returned her burden to the mat, then cursed when Zahn dropped to all fours and crawled backward between her splayed legs. On her feet before Alexis managed to turn her back, Zahn reached around the exotique’s hips, but instead of securing a Waistlock she snatched Suguitan’s left wrist in her right hand. Then she stepped back, tugged the catfighter around to face her and immediately put a shoulder through her navel with a short, savage Spear! Alexis landed hard on the back of her head and shoulders, legs kicked up high like she’d absorbed a brutal Powerbomb. Lyssa didn’t give her a chance to sort out the hurts, rather she grabbed Suguitan’s ankles and shoved backward so that she rolled onto all fours.
RIP-CORD SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHdyL9Z2S_c
The TweetStormtrooper was on her in an instant, wedging Alexis’s noggin between her thighs and cinching both arms around her waist for “WHOOOAAAAHHH!”
Alexis gathered her reserves and straightened up, draping Zahn down her back like a cape. No simple Back Drop this, she hooked her right arm over the pit of Lyssa’s left knee and curled her right arm around the back of the other brunette’s head, thus allowing her to snug the Insta-Gator’s skull against the point of her hip. Pointing herself at a neutral corner, Suguitan took off at a dead run that only picked up speed when she whipped around and hurled the both of them into the buckles! The BWUUUNG of back on buckle was promptly overshadowed by the heavy THAWHAM of head to mat as Alexis bounced out and dropped to a seat, just crushing her prey with a nod to her partner’s older sister and former Associate. Suguitan roared with triumph, though she didn’t waste any time in floating across Lyssa’s chest to hook the far leg for…
AIR RAID STAMPEDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XNTqDza6oS8
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Zahn eased a shoulder off the canvas to earn herself at least another three seconds, not to mention a stiff slap from the Penthouse Panther. “Still got a few minutes left on your plan, sweetheart? Good lets use them up!” Nothing but a muttered curse by way of reply, so Alexis hauled her opponent to boot-leather, transitioned to a quick Wristlock and hurled her into a neutral corner. An Avalanche Splash followed shortly thereafter, Suguitan making sure to put all her weight into the tummy on tits, tits on face collision. Mounting the second rope even as Zahn ‘ooooffffh’ed onto her abs, Alexis buried one hand in the Social Media Superstar’s hair and wrenched her head back to better pound knuckles into her hairline. Delighted to assist in Zahn’s comeuppance, the FAWNatics counted along at the top of their lungs. ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!--”
A shriek from Suguitan ended the count one short thanks to the callous wedgie inflicted upon her briefs. Plunging a second hand into Lyssa’s hair to keep her steady, Alexis growled, “You’re going to regret that you desperate sluWHOOOAANNNNGGGHHH!”
Another eye-watering tug and a short, well-placed Headbutt to the crotch loosened Suguitan’s hooks enough for Zahn to get both hands on the Filipino’s tummy and shove as hard as she could. Alexis flew back, landed on her feet and stumbled hard which wouldn’t have been a problem if she hadn’t slammed into an unsuspecting Al Carpenter! The lanky ref didn’t quite swoon, but taking the back of Suguitan’s skull to the point of his chin sent the poor dope tottering away to crumple into a neutral corner with his forehead resting on the top buckle.
Still more than a little woozy herself, Leah Montoya nevertheless noted a golden opportunity. Dropping off the apron, she snatched her bull rope from the Timekeeper’s table and hurled it to Lyssa on the run. “Make it count, Gizmo!” Over on the other side of the ring, Veronica was too absorbed by the Panther on zebra collision to notice Leah’s disappearance. She did however notice the bull rope and cowbell that seemed to float into Zahn’s hands. “Oh hell no.” she growled. “LEXIS, LOOK OUNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Leah grabbed the blonde’s ankles and tugged her off the apron into a short fall that ended with the former champion’s chin CRAAACKING off the rounded plywood edge. To make matters worse, Leah corralled her with a double handful of hair and BWOOONKED her face-first into the unforgiving steel of the ring-post.
Oblivious to her partner’s peril, a muzzy-headed Alexis straightened up just in time to catch a mellow glint of brass before BWAAAOONNNG! Zahn pegged her with a cow-bell assisted Haymaker that dropped the catfighter to her knees on the spot. Too tired to smile over what she’d done (at least for now) Lyssa looked around, spotted Leah heading back to the Black Hat’s side of town and tossed her the rope. Soon as she was in the clear she cupped Alexis’s chin, reeled her into a Standing Headscissors and slipped her hands between Suguitan’s biceps to complete a Double Underhook. Hands locked, she dipped her knees and sloooooooowly muscled Suguitan up until the toes of her boots pointed at the rafters. Working hard to hold her prey steady, Zahn turned in a half circle, then pushed up on her topes and swung Alexis forward and down while simultaneously dropping to her butt. Suguitan THWHAMMED against the deck like a sack of laundry, the impact so forceful and final that she didn’t even bounce in the aftermath.
INSTA-SLAM 2.0:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ahiwH0Oip7Q
Didn’t stop Lyssa, she just slapped on a Half Nelson and shoveled Alexis onto her back. Then she pushed up, slid forward and dropped down, planting her tush atop Suguitan’s mug in an ungainly Reverse Face Sit. Boos from those assembled as Lyssa fashioned her hands into claws and tried to scoop out great hunks of her prey’s tummy. Very much aware that the ref wasn’t doing his job, Zahn glared over at the corner and shouted, “HEY, ASSHAT! STOP LURKING ON MY INSTAGRAM AND GET THE HELL OVER HERE!”
Carpenter let out a low groan, shuffled around and saw the pin from what looked like a million miles away. Somehow he crossed that gulf in only a few strides, though his head felt like it was going to float away when he dropped to one knee. Careful to check Alexis’s shoulders even in his addled state, Al leaned down and slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Lyssa leaned down and gave Alexis’s crotch a rough squeeze, then raked her belly a few times as the Announcer shouted over the jeers, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall… LEAH MONTOYA AND LYSSA ZAHN!”
Give Al credit, he offered his hand to the victorious brunette, so of course Leah shouldered him aside and did the deed herself. “Nice to see you catchin’ that thing one handed, Gizmo.” Leah said with a clap on the shoulder. “We’ll make a cowgirl out of you yet.”
“Not until you let me brand someone, Tex. Hey, Wanna Posterize this bytch?”
Montoya had no such objections, so she planted a foot on Alexis’s chest while the Tweeting Tyrant retrieved her phone from the corner. Back in position a moment later, the Black Hats each planted a boot on Suguitan’s defenseless chest while Zahn snapped a selfie that made them look like titans while Alexis was nothing more than detritus beneath their feet. The single snap might’ve turned into a full on photo shoot if Veronica Treymane hadn’t rolled under the bottom rope, steel chair in hand.
Stilled by the blonde’s equalizer, the Black Hats raised their hands and very slowly crept to the far side of the ring. “No need to rush things, Daisy.” Lyssa said before she slipped through the strands. “She’s already on the Wall of Shame. You’ll go next.”
“Already crushed one phone, Lyssa.” Veronica growled. “Maybe I’ll make you eat the next one.”
“Promises, promises. See ya soon, bytch.” Zahn kissed her goodbye, dropped off the apron and followed Montoya up the ramp, the Social Media Superstar once again on her phone and no doubt adding dubious hashtags to any number of pictures.
A shuffling behind her drew Treymane’s attention to her six, where Alexis was just starting to sit up. “Lex, hey. How’s your head?” Veronica knew it was a dumb question, having felt the wrath of Leah’s cow bell before. “You need me to get a medic?”
Suguitan shook her head no, though it hurt to do so. “I’ll be fine, just give me a minute.”
Treymane did.
“We’ll get them next time, ‘Lex. I’m not gonna let those two--”
Alexis shook her head again. “Thanks but no thanks, ‘Ronnie. Zahn is mine and mine alone. You can have her when I’m done… if there’s anything left.”
The Dangerous Dame nodded, even though she wasn’t entirely pleased with the proclamation. Still, she’d seen that look in Alexis’s eyes more than once from the opposite side of the ring and she knew there was no use in trying to change her mind.
One thing she knew for certain, Lyssa Zahn was in for a hell of a fight.