Post by bigfan on Aug 21, 2017 2:00:59 GMT
The moment of truth arrived for two of the hottest pistols during FAWN’s summer months, the house lights of the arena dimmed, leading to the requisite hoots and hollers from the excited throng. A white-hot beam broke the darkness of tonight’s raucous extravaganza, the spotlight falling upon the upper stage as a lean, lithe brunette gracefully strode into view.
ELIZA BLISS:
Having proven herself worthy of consideration for a Mania title opportunity in repelling Eternal Midnight, the crowd was excited to support their dangerous diva. They offered an ovation worthy of Pavarotti even as the Announcer rushed through his duties so as not to encroach on the Songbird’s breathtaking warbling.
“Ladies and gentlemen it is time for our Main Event of the Evening! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit, wherein the winner will be named Number One Contender and thus go on to face Jenny Jacobs at Fawnamania! Introducing first, hailing from London, England, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds. She is the Superlative Soprano, the Renaissance Woman, this is ELIZA BLISSSSSSSSS!”
A sweet melodious set of notes reached to the heights, the highest high of soprano superlatives failed to capture the breadth and scope of this operatic ecstasy. Nor did it do justice to the woman responsible.
Eliza raised her arms dramatically and serenaded the FAWNatics with her own entrance accompaniment, no one else able to reach the perfect notes of sweet rapture. Blissy set herself on the upper stage. The long locks of the slender, sinewy brunette fell in great cascades, Bliss clad in a tight, lacy black one-piece that clung like a second skin to her lightly tanned form; curious, futuristic, metallic wristbands, glittered from each wrist to only a few inches short of her elbows. Below, she wore tempting, knee-high black leather boots. Still singing, the Englishwoman strode down the aisle belting out the concluding aria of Giulio Cesare, the opera that had made her famous or infamous, depending on fan or foe.
Her checkered past long forgotten, the loyal fans of the Blackbird cheered Bliss mightily as she made her way toward her most important match in the last eight months.
Eliza’s singles’ career ascendant after a long period in the doldrums, the long ago Lightweight champion seemed especially buoyant, her vocal chords providing instant ecstasy as had the ‘Summer of Bliss’, Eliza rising the ranks like a skyrocket on The Fourth.
Approaching the shadow of the ring waving and smiling, she finished her beautiful verse and slapped hands with those lucky enough to be on the aisle.
Now ringside, Eliza circled, making contact with the crowd, particularly pleased with a placard that notes “Declaw the Panther! #grandefinaleofsummerofbliss”
The radiant brunette nods in agreement as she’s handed a microphone.
“It’s time to prove myself and I can think of no one better to fight to do so,” Eliza proclaimed. “I will finish my aria strong, clear and victorious.”
The sinewy soprano handed over the stick and turned to the squared circle with an eruption of applause. She skipped up the steps, slid through the ropes, and kept an eye peeled as she moved to her corner.
With Eliza keeping the ringside FAWNatics entranced with some last second warm-ups, the rest of the crowd was plunged into darkness when the lights went out all over. Not the dire gloom of Eternal Midnight or the hushed stillness that heralded a Burlingame comet, this had an obvious focal point in the FAWNtron, which showed a quickly shifting montage of metropolitan skylines from around the world. New York, London, Paris, Sydney, Los Angeles, Rio and ultimately Orlando, with the FAWN arena on prominent display. The speakers kicked in as those assembled cheered long and loud, the volume of the former more than loud enough to make sure everyone heard the opening to Fall Out Boy’s ‘Centuries’.
Some legends are told,
Some turn to dust or to gold,
But you will remember me,
Remember me for centuries.
Light returned in time with the first verse, revealing that each side of the ramp was lined with half a dozen burly secret services types in black suits. Backs to the roaring throng, they kept their eyes trained on the entryway, where the usual curtain had been replaced with a set of frosted glass double doors emblazoned with a name grown quite familiar to the Orlando faithful.
$UGUITAN
And just one mistake,
Is all it will take.
Go down in history,
Remember me for centuries.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
Oh so eager to get back to the promised land for the second time in as many years, the CEO of $uguitan Incorporated kicked the doors off their hinges and stormed into view with her arms raised high and a war cry on her lips. Surprised by the early show of emotion from the usual icy Penthouse Panther, the FAWNatics offered up even more manmade thunder when Alexis raised an index finger to the rafters, then brought both hands to her waist and ‘strapped’ an invisible belt in place. Grinning at the emphatic response, Alexis locked her eyes on the ring and started down the aisle.
“And introducing her opponent, currently approaching the ring. Hailing from Manila in the Philippines, she stands five feet and eight inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Penthouse Panther, the Filipino Phenom, please welcome ALEXIS SUGUITAAAAAAAAN!”
For tonight’s high stakes battle the CEO sported a gleaming white two piece that almost glowed against the mellow copper of her complexion. The pro-style trappings continued with matching knee-pads and shin-high boots, the former adorned with the same stylized $ seen on the double doors. Last but not least was the voluminous sleeveless mink coat, an accessory that would’ve looked just as appropriate at a red carpet premiere or adorning the shoulders of some warrior queen as she strode onto the battlefield.
Breaking from tradition to extend hands to fans on both sides of the aisle, Suguitan ascended the ring steps accompanied by a thunderous chant of ‘LEXY‘S GONNA MAUL YOU!’ Alexis paused at the apron, nodded approval for the sentiment, then slipped through the ropes and claimed the center of the ring as her own. Honed in on the Blackbird roosted in the far corner, Alexis turned ever so briefly to senior official Nick Castle. Certain he knew what to do, Suguitan returned her attention to Bliss and stretched her arms wide. “Show her what she’s up against, Castle.”
Nick did so, carefully slipping the mink off one shoulder and then the other. Its absence revealed the one last detail of the newcomer’s burgeoning legacy, a glittery golden $ stretched taut across her sculpted backside, the only remaining reminder of her time as Baby’s number one head hunter. Bound and determined to make sure her name burned brighter than Van Buren’s (or anyone else’s for that matter) Alexis slipped off her glasses, handed them to Castle and quickly backed into the opposite corner to await final instructions.
The bell sounded and the sold-out crowd grew all the louder, though a trained ear (such as Eliza’s) noted an undercurrent of hesitancy, as was often the case when two warriors from the side of righteousness did battle for any reason. But said hesitation was felt only by the spectators, the participants didn’t miss a beat as they left their corner on a beeline for the last hurdle between them and the Main Event of FAWN’s biggest show. The Renaissance Woman didn’t much feel like shaking her opponent’s hand at the moment, though she thought a show of respect was necessary, so she extended a fist as she drew to within dancin’ distance with the Filipino Phenom.
Alexis saw the gesture and almost slapped it away before remembering Veronica’s vouching for both of the Blackbirds. Returning the knuckle bump even as she hunched forward in a tense grappler’s crouch. “Treymane says you’re good people.” Alexis noted once they’d started to circle. “I’ll take her at her word, but don’t think for a second that’s going to stop me from putting you down. I’m going to ‘Mania, I’m going to put a beating on Jacobs and I’m going to hoist the World Title for--”
Eliza hit [PAUSE] on Alexis’s announcement by lunging into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up that forced the sturdy exotique back on her heels. The show of aggression didn’t bother Alexis in the slightest, she took a moment to assess the Englishwoman’s power, then dug her heels into the canvas and surged forward to bring her foe’s momentum to a halt. Showing a smile as Bliss got low and tried to resume her forward march, Suguitan forced her back a few steps, then asked, “That all you got, Lizzie? Don’t think you’re gonna win this one with brute stre--” Alexis shut up real quick when the hand grasping her elbow moved toward her mouth, Bliss’s middle and ring fingers already crooked into the ‘C’ of a Cleft Note.
The surprise attempt threw Suguitan off her game just enough for Eliza to muscle her back a few steps, but the Penthouse Panther kept her jaw stubbornly clenched, even as the Brit jabbed a thumb into the shelf of her chin. Satisfied she wasn’t going to secure the Note this early, Eliza treated Alexis to a preview of sorts by taking the CEO’s lower lip in a three-fingered pincer and giving it a little squeeze. “It’s not brute strength that’s going to beat you, Alexis.” she purred. “It’s superior technique and the ability to punish you for the slightest mistaEEERRRGGGGHHH!”
Although she was a certified fan favorite these days, Alexis Suguitan was still very much a catfighter at heart and she wasn’t about to let anyone tease her without paying a heavy price. So she buried a hand in Bliss’s hair and yanked back so she was looking into the rafters. “Get familiar with that view, Lizzie.” Alexis ordered now that her mouth was her own again. “Because you’re going to be seeing a lot of it tonight.”
Before Eliza could respond, Nick Castle walked over and tapped Alexis’s shoulder. “Off the hair, Alexis. This match is too big for cheap crap like that.”
Suguitan only smirked and gave the Songbird’s head a mean little shake. “Oh, I don’t know, Nick. Blissy looks like the sort of chick that enjoys having her hair pulled. Am I right?”
The question was barely out of her mouth when Eliza got in on the act, wrenching her opponent’s head back with a huge handful of dark locks. “Oh, you’re more than welcome to pull on, claw at, or scream into whatever you’d like, dear.” Bliss said with a primness that made Alexis hate her a little bit more. “Just don’t forget to tap out on my thigh when you’ve had enouOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Suguitan gave up all pretense of a clinch in favor of slamming a strong right hand deep into her attacker’s belly. Bliss grunted, stumbled back, then yelped in pain when the white-clad battler tagged her with a short, hard slap across the face. “You’re the only one tapping tonight, girl. Hope you enjoy watching ‘Mania in caterNNNGGGGHHH!”
Eliza cut her off with a quick Kneelift to the navel and tacked on a slap of her own to make sure Alexis knew she wouldn’t tolerate that shyt. “Watch your tongue, alley cat. Or I might just twist if off before you can--”
“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” Eliza and Alexis broke off just after ‘FOUR!’, not that the threat of a double disqualification diverted their attention from the other for even a second. Aware that he’d be fighting an uphill battle all night, Castle still gave it his best. “You two are wrestling, remember, WRESTLING, for a chance to headline our biggest card of the year. So show a little respect and knock off the hair pulling, bytch slapping shyt!”
Neither responded immediately-- Eliza smoothed her hair back while Alexis worked her jaw and ‘snapped’ her trunks a little higher. “I’ll work whatever kind of match I damned well please, Castle.” the Panther muttered. “But if Mary Poppins here thinks she can out-wrestle me… I’m happy to let her try.”
Bliss raised her hands, beckoned the beckoned the catfighter forward. “Bring me your best, Miss Suguitan and I will show you why I deserve to challenge for the World Title.”
Alexis nodded, then pounced, the Destroyer-class brunette sweeping her foe into a second Lock-Up that she promptly transitioned into wince-inducing Hammerlock! Snug behind her Briton, Suguitan kept one hand on Bliss’s right wrist and the other on that elbow as she tried to force the bent limb up between her shoulders. Bliss winced, went to throw a Back Elbow, but the control over her other arm meant Alexis felt it coming and she kept her head well out of the way. Knowing full well a Hammerlock wasn’t enough to turn the tide in her favor, Suguitan shifted weight to her left foot and started THUMPING heavy, methodical Kneelifts into Eliza’s glutes.
“Lucky I like you.” the Panther murmured after half a dozen butt-shivering blows. “Usually I put a bytch over my knee when it’s time for a spaSHYT!”
Eliza spun free of the Hammerlock, twisted into one of her own but immediately gave it up in favor of a Side Headlock. Yanking Alexis’s noggin into the side of her left breast, the Renaissance Woman squeezed with all her might for a good three seconds or so, then yanked the catfighter’s head down so that Suguitan’s temple ground against the bony point of her hip. “Watch who you’re calling a bytch, dearest.” Eliza huffed as the other brunette smacked and pushed at her lower back. “Or I may very well be forced to treat you as su--”
Alexis braced a hand against the small of her foe’s back and shoved hard enough to get Bliss moving, unfortunately for the Filipino Phenom, the Headlock stayed in place and she trailed along behind until the Englishwoman came to a stop. “What’s the matter, dear?” Eliza was grinning and shaking her head ‘no’ as she did her best to cauliflower her opponent’s ears. “I thought you were far too strong to struggle against the likes of WHOOOAAAH!!”
Angered by Bliss’s condescending tone, Alexis wrapped her arms around the Englishwoman’s hips. squeezed hard and hoisted her off the mat by a foot or more! With leverage no longer an issue, Suguitan turned to the nearest set of strands and moved out with Eliza squirming in her grasp like an unruly toddler. Loathe to give up her control over a woman who could bring such power to bear, Eliza tried to force herself back to the canvas and when that didn’t work, she raised her knees until they were almost pressed to her chest. With only a few steps between Alexis and freedom, the Blackbird kicked out, planted both feet against the top rope and pushed off to shoot them back and around, Bliss using the extra momentum to lay out on one side and sling Alexis over her hip in a sort of Springboard Headlock Takedown!
SPRINGBOARD HEADLOCK TAKEDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mKf2vzAqO_o
Hardly a game changer, yet Eliza was still all smiles as she once again forced Alexis to snuggle a faceful of her chest. “Kick and pout all you want, sweetheart.” she chided as the heels of Alexis’s boots pattered against the mat, “But I’m not letting go until you find a way to make me!”
Alexis’s soles scraped over the canvas as she tried to get her feet under her, but it wasn’t managed until Blissy rose and tugged Suguitan along, the exotique still stuck in the diva’s Headlock. Suguitan moved her palms to either hip of her rival and shoved. And while Eliza scooted forward, the former Associate was again moving with her.
Huffing in frustration, Alexis changed tactics, prying at Eliza’s arms, but the Blackbird pivoted fast, forcing Suguitan to stumble over an extended hip. The copper-skinned beauty regained her balance before taking a knee, but again she’s caught snugly in the Headlock of Doom.
The FAWNatics were picking up on it now and they started a chant of “HEAD…LOCK! HEAD…LOCK!”
Eliza giggled and reeeefed on her grip, rubbing her arm against cheek and temple, pinking Alexis’s features nicely, not that they weren’t already starting to blush from the Panther not finding a way to escape.
Finally, deciding she’d take the easy way, the bigger grappler tromped to the nearest ropes and stepped through, causing a call for a break from Castle.
“You need Nick’s help, I get it,” Bliss snorted, releasing at ONE and backing away, hands raised high, a beaming grin growing as Eliza could see she had Suguitan flustered. Alexis stepped out from the cables and dropped into an expectant crouch, but Bliss hung back, waiting for the Filipino to strike the perfect first note.
“I need nothing,” Alexis barked, as she circled, Eliza joining her, “except to beat Jacobs and fulfill my destiny. Like your precious opera, your time’s come and gone.”
The two slammed together mid-ring in a Collar & Elbow. While they’re nearly identical on the vertical plane, Suguitan’s fifteen extra pounds of curves had Bliss on the backpedal in short order. She moved the Songbird toward a corner until, at the last second, perhaps looking forward to thrusting Eliza in and taking over in close quarters, Alexis was swept past when Bliss swiveled and its Suguitan’s spine that bounced against the buckles.
Eliza dipped, grabbed the middle ropes on either side, and fired away with Shoulderblock after Shoulderblock, the Brit stuffing Alexis farther between the top and middle buckles until the gasping, bug-eyed Filipino was wedged deep.
The Blackbird spun and flew to the opposite corner, tagging the top and turning on the breathless Alexis. The sublime soprano sprinted toward her target and leapt from several feet out. While Suguitan was able to wiggle her way out and straighten to her full height, she couldn’t evacuate the corner in time and Bliss buried her with an Avalanche Splash.
Coming from the slender Songbird, it’s not a tidal wave but the sinewy Eliza packed enough punch to leave the copper-skinned beauty a drunken stumblebum when she wobbled out of the corner.
Bliss raced after Alexis and nabbed her with a Side Headlock, but only for an instant. For as she collected the Penthouse Panther’s noggin as she passed, Eliza laid out and tugged Suguitan with her, launching Alexis forward and Bulldogging the CEO of $uguitan, Inc. to the deck. The Filipino’s face SLAMMED into the thinly-covered plywood and the dazed Alexis rolled to her back, staring blankly into the rafters.
Already with a penchant for backing the underdog when the choice on who to cheer was razor thin, Blissy’s choir roared as the Blackbird dove atop Alexis in a Crossbody and hooks the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
Suguitan kicked out with authority, ending in a seated position with Eliza a few feet away on all fours, shrugging apologetically at her idea the fight might be won that easily.
But who wanted to sing a single verse anyway?
The diva knee-walked to Suguitan and wrapped both arms around the braincase of reeling contender. She drew Alexis up with her and ate a head-snapping European Uppercut for her troubles. Having made a handle out of a shoulderstrap of Blissy’s dark garb, the Filipino Phenom pulled her Blackbird in for another whiplash-producing impact, Suguitan’s retaining grip appearing the only thing keeping Eliza from saying hello to the canvas.
“This where I foreclose on you, Bliss. You want my property,” Alexis snapped, bullying the wobbly Eliza into a set of buckles. “But I’ve leveraged myself perfectly to be #1 contender and you’re not interfering.”
Alexis shifted her grip to Eliza’s left wrist and Irish Whipped her foe toward the opposite corner, instantly following behind after her heave of the operatic ho. Ready to crush the soprano a split-second after she hit home, Suguitan’s dark peepers went wide when she saw Eliza leap onto the middle ropes deftly and spring back at the charging Panther, NAILING Alexis between the eyes with a flying Back Elbow.
The woman who’d been considered the “Sure Thing’ after bankrupting Portia VanBuren’s career, was laid out in a sumptuous starfish. Next to Suguitan, Eliza kipped to her feet while Alexis had the sense to roll to her chest to prevent any thought of an immediate pin.
Unfortunately, Bliss was mid-aria, her moves streaming together in perfect harmony and she had no intention of cutting the performance short. Standing at Suguitan’s ankles, her back to Alexis, Blissy laced her left leg with her foe’s and arched back into a bridge. Almost instantly, Eliza found the flawless face of the catfighter and strapped on an Inverted STF.
INVERTED STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=seWPU6LR92E
Eliza wrenched away on Alexis’s noggin and neck.
“Sing for them,” Bliss demanded. “I know you’ve got the voice. I know you know the words.”
Bliss tugged harder still.
“SING!”
But Alexis kept her lips sealed, not only to stop herself from submitting but also so Bliss didn’t try a unique version of the Cleft Note. All the white-clad grappler could manage was to hold on and Eliza’s bridge finally gave out, freeing her, at least for the moment.
The dangerous diva rolled a few feet away to shake out the burning muscles in her limbs. Meanwhile, the faltering ‘Sure Thing’ found rising to all fours a task, Alexis grimacing whenever she moved her neck in the slightest. She rolled to a seat instead, a better position to work out the kinks.
Behind her, Bliss seemed ready to add a few more. Front flipping over Alexis’s right shoulder, Eliza snatched Lexy’s head on the way over and drew it with her to SLAM Suguitan’s face into the deck with a Rolling Neck Snap.
ROLLING NECK SNAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XVhOgHneG08
Alexis whipped back from the impact into a spreadeagle, but both arms quickly cradled her aching collar. An opportune Eliza dove atop her foe in a full body pin, grapevining her legs to keep the CEO of $uguitan, Inc. planted for…
ONE…
TWO…
Alexis showed some of the skill and power that bagged the Filipino her new moniker, bridging up to the crown of her head to keep her ‘Mania dreams alive for a few more seconds.
Alas, the time in question proved a ridiculously short duration. Indeed Alexis was still arched in that match-saving bridge when Bliss seized both wrists and pinned them over her head. Corralling the other brunette’s wrists with her left hand, Eliza curled the right one into a three pronged ‘C’ and jammed it deep into Suguitan’s unsuspecting mouth!
Cleft Note, Eliza Bliss to Alexis Suguitan.
The crowd went nuts alongside Alexis, some cheering for the Blackbird to close this out in sweeping fashion, some roaring for the Penthouse Panther to extricate the dangerous talon. Believe me when I tell you Alexis did everything in her power. Eyes squenched shut, head twisted to one side, she wrenched her shoulders back & forth and gouged her heels into the canvas, each response designed to either weaken or flat out escape the Englishwoman’s dreaded finisher. But Bliss knew every reaction to the Note and she answered accordingly. First she slid her calves in against Suguitan’s and wrenched them apart in a Double Leg Grapevine. Then she rose up just enough to add that much more ‘ooomph’ when she slammed down on her prey in a stiff tummy to tummy collision. Finally she wrenched the catfighter’s head up, forcing the other woman to acknowledge the severity of her predicament.
“Tap out.” Eliza demanded even as Suguitan’s efforts to raise a shoulder grew more and more labored. “Tap out and leave under your own power, or pass out and burn as my spotlight shines down on UNNNNGGGHHH!”
Alexis pulled her right hand free, flattened it into a paddle and THWHAPPED Eliza’s ear hard enough to make it ring with a decidedly unpleasant tone. Even then the Renaissance Woman couldn’t be dissuaded -- to Alexis it felt as though Bliss was seconds away from touching her fingers through the soft meat of her lower jaw. That’s why the Filipino Phenom curled her hand into a fist and THWONKED the same ear she’d struck prior. That finally did it, though Suguitan had to buck her hips hard to keep the former Lightweight Champion from collapsing atop her.
Rolling onto her back with a curse and a groan, Alexis fought to all fours and crawled toward the ropes. The going was slow and more than once she thought Bliss would catch her, but the trip was uneventful and Suguitan almost sobbed with relief when she hooked an arm around the middle rope. “Keep her back!” she rasped without looking at the official. “I mean it, Nick. Keep that wicked bytch in check!”
She needn’t have worried, Bliss hadn’t pursued because she was too preoccupied shaking off the shots to her braincase. Castle stayed between them, constantly looking from one to the other to make sure his charges were recovering properly. Once satisfied, he started the standing ten count to keep the action moving. Alexis was the first to rise (a full three seconds ahead of the Englishwoman in fact) but the wear and tear of Blissy’s dominant performance slowed her return to verticality. Eliza by contrast practically sprang to boot leather, and judging by the storm in those dark eyes, she hadn’t appreciated the closed fist that ended the Cleft Note early. Making no move to alert the other brunette of her resurgence, Bliss ran the ropes on Alexis’s six, charged in fast and snatched a double handful of hair! Suguitan had a chance for a single ‘eep’ before Bliss took to the skies in a high, arcing leap that ended with the Songbird landing on her knees and Alexis landing HARD on her face, chest and tummy!
The Blissful Choir demanded another pin, but their leader waved them off. She was in the middle of a true virtuoso performance and she wasn’t about to end it with a mere Facebuster. To that end she stomped to the nearest corner, backed into the buckles and hoisted herself onto the middle rope. Arms spread wide, the Renaissance Woman tilted her head back and offered the fans a gorgeous sustained high note that probably could’ve gone on for quite a bit longer if Alexis hadn’t made it to her feet a few seconds later. Back to business in a heartbeat, Eliza leapt on her prey, the Brit’s right knee coming up as she reached behind the catfighter’s head in search of Sheer NOPE!
Suguitan wrapped her arms around Bliss’s upper thighs (her knotted hands snug against encroaching backside) and was pulled almost double, but the Filipino was a Phenom for a reason and she proved as such when she sloooooooowly straightened up with a wide-eyed Eliza held against her chest. Acting only once she was certain she wouldn’t lose her balance, Alexis hooked her left arm around Eliza’s right leg and pulled it up in a tight Cradle. In the same breath she reached up with her right arm and cinched it around Bliss’s noggin in a Front Facelock. The Songbird didn’t much care for this new arrangement and reacted accordingly, pounding half a dozen jabs into the exotique’s flank in short order. A strong showing to be sure, but Suguitan could put on one helluva show when she was in the mood and she got rave reviews when she muscled Bliss up for a Fisherman’s Suplex only to take a knee and drop the Englishwoman across it with a hellacious Backbreaker!
FISHERMAN'S BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=THzzGlP_Czk
Eliza landed flat and sat up at once, one hand pressed to her shrieking spine, the other swaddling the back of her head. She’d barely started to understand the enormity of this new pain when Alexis plunged both hands into her hair and dragged her upright. No Toe Kick or Kneelift followed, Suguitan simply yanked her opponent’s head left n’ right for a good three seconds before she doubled her over and slapped on a Standing Headscissors.
“Watch the hair, Alexis!” Castle warned from minimum safe distance. “You know better!”
The Ferocious Filipino spared him a brief glance after she’d laid a few heavy Forearm Smashes across Bliss’s lower back. “A hair pull is about to be the least of this little bird’s concerns, Nick.” On that ominous note she wrapped her arms around Eliza’s waist and deftly lifted her up onto her shoulders. The crowd tensed in anticipation, knowing damned well what was gonna happen with Alexis facing the corner. Eliza must’ve known too because she hammered some closed fists into the crown of her foe’s skull in hopes of slipping out the back-- BWUUUUUUNNNG! Alexis rushed the corner and slung the Briton into the buckles hard enough to make the first several rows groan in sympathetic anguish.
TURNBUCKLE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-FHsWEAXng
Eliza bounced out, managed a couple drunken steps and would’ve gone to her knees if Suguitan hadn’t stuffed her back against those unfeeling steel posts. Alexis surveyed the situation for a moment, then lowered her shoulder and pushed off her back foot to THWHUMP a short Spear into the former Lightweight Champ’s midriff. This was only a means to an end however, as Alexis once again bundled her foe up around the thighs and boosted her into a seat on the top rope. Gripping the back sides of Eliza’s thighs, the Penthouse Panther lifted her legs up, then turned around and threaded them over each shoulder.
It definitely wasn’t the traditional way to secure an Electric Chair, but then, it wasn’t actually an Electric Chair, as Suguitan demonstrated when she looped her arms around the other brunette’s shins and stepped away from the corner. Far too woozy to defend against anything, Bliss was tugged from her perch to end up draped down Alexis’s back like little more than a cape… or a pelt. Daring a smile for the first time in what felt like the whole match, Alexis turned to the hard camera and winked. “Innovate THIS, Jacobs.” The challenge hung fresh in the air when she snapped forward and flung Eliza up, over and down, the Superlative Soprano THAWHAMMING against the mat as the latest victim of Suguitan’s Inverted Alabama Slam.
INVERTED ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yp0hcfWRG7k
Eliza bounced high and flopped over onto her back, so Alexis dropped to all fours, wedged her shoulders into the pits of Bliss’s knees and drove forward until the black-clad battler was stacked on her shoulders in a tight Matchbook. Nick was in place a heartbeat later, leading the FAWNatics in a chorus of…
ONE…
TWO…
Eliza twisted a shoulder off the canvas as she flopped to her side and unfolded from Lexy’s matchbook. Dazed, the diva could manage little more than blinking her eyes wide, trying to recover some of the senses her trip to ‘Bama had deprived.
The Penthouse Panther remained on the prowl, baring her claws and raking her nails from shoulders to waistline, ten long welts blossoming as Blissy shrieked in anguish, her ivory back arching as the draglines turned pink.
“My fingers can do a little damage too,” Alexis purred, enjoying the sight of the grimacing soprano. “Remember how close you got when you’re crying in your merlot, Songbird.”
The Phenom drew a wincing Bliss to her feet as she rose, capturing a wrist and twisting it into a Hammerlock as Alexis settled beside the bent Eliza. Suguitan laced a leg around the Brit’s, establishing a Grapevine, then lifted the opposite number as she pivoted, drawing it over the back of a dipped Blissy’s neck. The last limb of her Octopus secured Eliza’s far arm bending it in a painful position that also torr at the Blackbird’s abs.
OCTOPUS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-joY-4jQuXo
Suguitan added her own catty touch, sinking a claw into Blissy’s bared side that forced a sorrowful moan from the stretched and knotted soprano. Alexis worked her rival like a part-time job, wriggling to increase the pressure where she could, while throwing in the occasional demand of Eliza to surrender. The official added his offer as well before a groaning Bliss presented a breathless whisper of ‘no’ in response.
“Don’t be ashamed,” Alexis demanded, “let everyone hear you.”
Suguitan dug her nails in and raked them over Eliza’s ribs.
“NOOOOOO!” Bliss screamed with perfect pitch.
Convinced her foe’s resolve could withstand longer than her wearying muscles, the Filipino dismounted her ride and disdainfully shoved the stubborn Eliza down to hands and knees while she took a quick walkabout to stretch her aching limbs.
With the blood flowing freely through her powerful, copper-skinned legs, Alexis returned to a rising Eliza just in time to send a delving Toe Kick deep into the diva’s tummy. Bliss doubled at the waist, eyes wide, lips bursting with exhaled breath.
The Panther snuggled Blissy’s head between her thighs and clamped on a Scissors. Suguitan reached forward with both overhand and underhand grips, but instead of locking and lifting to Neutralize Eliza and make her way to a Mania headline with Double-J, the catfighter DUG both sets of fingers DEEP into the Blackbird’s womanhood, no part of her foe’s privates safe from a piercing, clenching digit.
Eliza squealed in anguish, even the Dangerous Diva unable to hide a crack in her usually flawless voice when the dual claws ‘chewed’ into her undercarriage from both directions. Bliss rose to tiptoes, almost appearing to encourage Alexis to lift and deposit her, if only to end the gouging torture.
A mesmerized Castle had to shake himself away from staring at the spectacle to ask if Eliza wanted to sing for her freedom. She sobbed in suffering but refused to surrender.
A look of disbelief on her face, Suguitan burrowed both sets of fingers in farther and clenched, drawing a pitiful cry from the Blackbird, but no submission. Frustrated, Alexis gave Eliza what she wanted, an end to the agony, and in turn a calamitous collision. The CEO of $uguitan, Inc. removed her claws, laced her fingers and deadlifted the slender soprano to overturned vertical before SLAMMING Eliza down to the canvas face and chest-first.
NEUTRALIZER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tEgBWLj7m-0
Blissy’s body shuddered and fell still next to the Penthouse Panther. Exhausted, Alexis shoveled the Renaissance Woman to a lifeless starfish, Suguitan apparently having deadened the pain from Eliza’s crotch by emptying the Songbird’s senses from her braincase. The Sure Thing couldn’t have a better moniker as she draped her body across Eliza’s in a lateral press, hooking a far leg for good measure for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOO!
Seemingly nothing short of a pre-match bite from a zombie could have reanimated Bliss but a bolt of internal electricity shocked a shoulder off the canvas to the dismay of the former Associate. To the Panther’s good, the reawakening seemed to renew the pulsating pain from Blissy’s nethers and Eliza collapsed into a fetal ball to protect against any further violation.
Suguitan struggled wearily to her feet and slowly cracked the turtle shell open with some persuasive stomps to Eliza’s back and ribs, thigh and shoulder. Motivated to escape the deluge, the Superlative Soprano slithered toward the ropes, hoping to find some relief on the cool slab of cement that made up the arena floor.
But a smirking Alexis beat the Brit to the exit, passing her and collecting the Blackbird’s noggin a couple feet short of her goal. Suguitan hauled a weary and wobbly Bliss to her feet, tugging the lowered head of her foe between her legs while doing so.
Instead of Underhooking both arms of the diva, Suguitan delved into her catty repertoire, turning a Tiger Driver into her infamous Panty Peeler by grabbing a couple handfuls of Eliza’s lower togs and YANKING them high in a vengeful wedgie. Bliss reacted with a pained yip as she moves to tiptoes in a failed effort to reduce the sawing pressure below, but her hind end continued to rise when the Filipino Phenom vaulted her into a forward flip, catching Bliss in a momentary seat on her shoulders before dropping to the canvas and SLAMMING the Superlative Soprano damn near THROUGH the canvas.
PANTY PEELER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P0Aah1H3leY (via a wedgie)
Eliza bounces an inch off the mat before settling into a semiconscious starfish between Lexy’s legs for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Again. Yes. Again. Bliss called her own encore, shoving a shoulder up with no more than an inch before the final slap, the crowd’s roars morphing to a “THIS IS AWESOME!” chant.
There’s one woman in the house less than convinced of the awesomeness, at least when it comes to Blissy’s tenacious display.
A flustered but focused Suguitan drew what’s left of the Blackbird to her feet. Alexis wrapped an arm around the back of Eliza’s neck while throwing a limp arm of the diva behind her own. Adding a grip on Blissy’s wrist and crossing her foe’s arm, the Panther dips for a launch into her signature Alexis LFA.
But as Lexy launched, a slumping Bliss Grapevined her right leg around Alexis’s left, keeping her grounded. Suguitan doubled her effort only to have liftoff denied again. What’s more, Bliss broke her right arm free and rapped a series of three elbows into the left temple of the copper-skinned grappler. With Alexis’s control melting like chocolate on a hot summer day, the Dangerous Diva landed a forearm strike to Lexy’s jaw that spun Suguitan in a 180.
A shaky but unrelenting Bliss snuggled in close and wrapped her arms around the midriff of the jawjacked Filipino. But in an instant, Eliza went cat-for-tat, shifting her grip to Alexis’s bosom. She clamped down and vaulted Suguitan up and over with a ring-rattling Boobplex.
BOOBPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wUj65V7D0aw
The Sure Thing landed heavy and hard on her shoulders and skull, the momentum of the impact backward somersaulting Alexis to end the trip on her face and chest. The Filipino shuddered then fell still, a consumed Eliza remaining on her back no more than an arm’s length away, but also unmoving.
Surrounded by brunette rubble on all sides, Nick Castle treated himself to a slow internal five count to make sure his charges had suffered no serious injury. Once certain of their ability to carry on, he cleared his throat and started to count aloud. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE…SIX…”
The Renaissance Woman rolled to all fours, reared back onto her knees and gingerly adjusted her brutally distended bottoms. Any relief she felt over these cosmetic repairs was promptly supplanted by white-hot anger as she saw Suguitan flop onto her back, then sit up with one arm wrapped around the back of her head. “The spotlight shines brightly upon you, my little alley cat.” Bliss murmured as she fought to boot leather. “Let’s see how well you endure.”
Stalking up on Alexis’s six, Eliza raised her right hand high and brought it whistling down in a brutal diagonal slash, her open palm CRAAACKING across Alexis’s left ear. That perfect example of British Strong Style made Suguitan scream, not that she heard much over the sudden ringing in her ear. Bliss took a step back, giving the catfighter room to rise in the wake of the disorienting blow. But space did not translate to a reprieve, as both Alexis and the FAWNatics discovered when Eliza tagged her with two more cringe-worthy slaps -- a forehand delivered across the cheek twisted the exotique’s head to one side and an overhand shot that damned near knocked Suguitan’s bounty from her cups!
“If you intend to win a match in your opponent’s trunks,” Bliss commented while tried to work some taste back into her mouth. “you better bloody win with your first grip. Otherwise your opponent is likely to gather herself and smite you UNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Alexis fought through her own aches and pains to stagger the Englishwoman with an open-handed Haymaker to the jaw. “That? What I did to you earlier?” Alexis rasped. “That wasn’t supposed to win me the match. It was supposed to remind you why you’re not cut out for the Main EvenHHUUURRRK!”
Bliss shut that sass down with an Uppercut Throat Thrust that had Suguitan clutching her windpipe with both hands. “What was that, Alexis?” Eliza chirped. “I couldn’t hear you. Sounded as though you’re choking on your own hubNNNGGGHHH!”
Damned if she was gonna let some opera skank stand and slug with her, Suguitan raised both hands overhead and brought ‘em down in a savage ‘V’ that gouged into either side of Bliss’s neck. The Mongolian Chop was supposed to drive Eliza to her knees, so Alexis was more than a little irritated when the Songbird only staggered a bit. “Choke on this, Tweety.” Suguitan hefted her hands, went up on her toes and reeled back in shock when Bliss stuffed the Cleft Note deep into her mouth!
“YOU choke.” Eliza cooed to the wide-eyed Phenom. “I’ve got a title match to prepare foWHOOOOAANNNNNGGGHHH!”
Already hating the Cleft Note more than she hated most other holds, Alexis grabbed her Brit by the shoulders and drove her backward across the canvas until Eliza BWUUUNGED against the thinly-padded turnbuckles. The claw popped out of her mouth and Suguitan sagged forward, not in relief, but to catch the middle rope for a trio of Shoulderblocks she thum-thum-THUNK! Alexis’s last effort met a much harder target, namely the side of Bliss’s right knee! Punishment forgotten in favor of the fireworks exploding inside her skull, Suguitan stumbled away from the accident, blessedly oblivious to the Blackbird perched on the second rope.
The darkness of her ignorance was illuminated in a blinding flash of agony when Eliza leapt, caught her across the back of the neck and jammed both knees into her chest. Gravity did the rest, Alexis introduced to Sheer Bliss with enough force to launch her into an involuntary back-flip that dropped the glassy-eyed Panther hard on her head and shoulder. This time there was no delay from the Superlative Soprano, she fast-crawled over to Alexis, shoveled her onto her back and collected both legs in a tight bundle that lasted through…
SHEER BLISS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pXCpPoUTgRo
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The CEO kicked out with half a heartbeat to spare, the gutsy display of resilience earning a loud roar of approval from her stockholders. Eliza was impressed too, though not enough to keep her questing hands out of the Filipino’s hair. Dragging Suguitan to her feet in stages, Bliss snuggled in behind her foe, hooked her arms at the elbows and pulled back in a Double Chickenwing that set the crowd afire.
“Time for the grand finale, Alexis.” Eliza cooed. “I hope you enjoy, it‘s special just for you.” She pressed her forehead between the other brunette’s shoulders and twisted in a smooth half circle that ended with her standing straight and Suguitan doubled over on her six. The Decrescendo was imminent, yet someone forgot to told Alexis because she wrenched free and snatched hold of the Briton’s left wrist. Turning Bliss around with a single colossal jerk, Suguitan reeled her foe in and deftly hooked her right arm over Eliza’s chest while keeping the startled singer’s left arm angled tight across her own tummy. Cheers all round as the cattier half of the Pinstripe Panthers muscled Eliza into the sky, then tugged that captured left wrist like a rip-cord to spin Eliza over at the apex, thus ensuring she was facing the canvas when Suguitan THWHAMMED her down!
ALEXIS LFA @ 3:34
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rHd5BfTBZHM
Splattered and flat after the Alexis LFA, Bliss’s traitorous frame tried to slop over, but the Songbird willed herself to stay facedown to defend against the “AAAAAAAWWWWWWWW BYTCH!” Eliza’s dark eyes welled with tears when Alexis snatched a monstrous handful of bottoms and used the resultant wedgie to haul her to boot leather. From there she segued into a Front Facelock and a standing cradle but when she muscled the battered Brit into the air, the Penthouse elevator took a long pause while Suguitan stomped over to the nearest corner, turned around and carefully climbed / backed her way onto the second rope.
Taking a moment to admire the view from the top, Alexis looked out at the sea of faces and bellowed, “GET READY JACOBS! I’M COMING FOR YOUR EEEMMMRRRHHH!” Eliza’s far hand sneaked around for yet another Cleft Note and this time there was nowhere for Suguitan to go. Desperate to finish things off but unable to ride all the way to Poorhouse gagging on the Blackbird’s talon, Alexis struggled and writhed as best she could, but Bliss held on tight and eventually the Phenom’s knees loosened to the point she had to grab the top rope to stay upright.
It counted as a break, so Castle moved in and said, “Break the hold, Eliza.”
The modified Fireman’s Carry was practically non-existent by that point and when Bliss released her grip she dropped down into a seat behind her foe with no resistance. Eerily quiet as they tried to anticipate the finale, the FAWNatics found their voices all over again when Eliza went back to the Double Chickenwing. Jerking the other brunette’s arms behind her back, Bliss carefully crawled onto the top rope, then pushed off in a gorgeous somersault! Unfortunately for the Panther, the Blackbird had possession of her wings and so she dropped like a rock, unable to do anything save turn her head to the side before she THAWHAMMED down flat on her face, chest and belly!
Scrambling around even as pain shot up through her tailbone, Eliza hooked the Half Nelson, rolled Suguitan onto her back and slid forward to pay back some of the catfighter’s viciousness with a flawless Reverse Face Sit. Nose deep in Contralto, Alexis was little more than a gorgeous exotique throne, the textbook definition of ‘finished’ as Castle and several thousand FAWNatics counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded, Eliza spread her arms wide and threw back her head for a gorgeous high note to complement the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and the new number one contender for the FAWN World Championship… ELIZA BLISS!”
Castle walked up and offered to help her rise, but Eliza demurred. “Not right now, Nick.” She rolled her hips in a taut little figure eight and patted Suguitan’s belly. “I’m rather enjoying my seat.”
The ref sighed. “Don’t take it too far, Eliza.” Bliss nodded, though her attention was focused on Alexis. “I believe this makes us even.” She reached down, pushed Alexis’s legs apart, then curled her right hand into a claw and affixed it to Suguitan’s crotch for the longest ten seconds of the catfighter’s professional career.
Finishing her set with a possessive pat, Eliza stood up and planted a boot atop her prey’s belly. Hands on her hips, she honed in on the nearest camera and addressed the champion. “A long time ago, I faced Jenny Jacobs with the Lightweight Title hanging in the balance. I defeated her then, just as I plan to defeat her when the World Title is at stake. Bring all the moves your imagination can provide, sweet Jenny. In the end, THIS,” she raised her hand, already curled into that deadly ‘C’, “is the only one that matters.”
ELIZA BLISS:
Having proven herself worthy of consideration for a Mania title opportunity in repelling Eternal Midnight, the crowd was excited to support their dangerous diva. They offered an ovation worthy of Pavarotti even as the Announcer rushed through his duties so as not to encroach on the Songbird’s breathtaking warbling.
“Ladies and gentlemen it is time for our Main Event of the Evening! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit, wherein the winner will be named Number One Contender and thus go on to face Jenny Jacobs at Fawnamania! Introducing first, hailing from London, England, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds. She is the Superlative Soprano, the Renaissance Woman, this is ELIZA BLISSSSSSSSS!”
A sweet melodious set of notes reached to the heights, the highest high of soprano superlatives failed to capture the breadth and scope of this operatic ecstasy. Nor did it do justice to the woman responsible.
Eliza raised her arms dramatically and serenaded the FAWNatics with her own entrance accompaniment, no one else able to reach the perfect notes of sweet rapture. Blissy set herself on the upper stage. The long locks of the slender, sinewy brunette fell in great cascades, Bliss clad in a tight, lacy black one-piece that clung like a second skin to her lightly tanned form; curious, futuristic, metallic wristbands, glittered from each wrist to only a few inches short of her elbows. Below, she wore tempting, knee-high black leather boots. Still singing, the Englishwoman strode down the aisle belting out the concluding aria of Giulio Cesare, the opera that had made her famous or infamous, depending on fan or foe.
Her checkered past long forgotten, the loyal fans of the Blackbird cheered Bliss mightily as she made her way toward her most important match in the last eight months.
Eliza’s singles’ career ascendant after a long period in the doldrums, the long ago Lightweight champion seemed especially buoyant, her vocal chords providing instant ecstasy as had the ‘Summer of Bliss’, Eliza rising the ranks like a skyrocket on The Fourth.
Approaching the shadow of the ring waving and smiling, she finished her beautiful verse and slapped hands with those lucky enough to be on the aisle.
Now ringside, Eliza circled, making contact with the crowd, particularly pleased with a placard that notes “Declaw the Panther! #grandefinaleofsummerofbliss”
The radiant brunette nods in agreement as she’s handed a microphone.
“It’s time to prove myself and I can think of no one better to fight to do so,” Eliza proclaimed. “I will finish my aria strong, clear and victorious.”
The sinewy soprano handed over the stick and turned to the squared circle with an eruption of applause. She skipped up the steps, slid through the ropes, and kept an eye peeled as she moved to her corner.
With Eliza keeping the ringside FAWNatics entranced with some last second warm-ups, the rest of the crowd was plunged into darkness when the lights went out all over. Not the dire gloom of Eternal Midnight or the hushed stillness that heralded a Burlingame comet, this had an obvious focal point in the FAWNtron, which showed a quickly shifting montage of metropolitan skylines from around the world. New York, London, Paris, Sydney, Los Angeles, Rio and ultimately Orlando, with the FAWN arena on prominent display. The speakers kicked in as those assembled cheered long and loud, the volume of the former more than loud enough to make sure everyone heard the opening to Fall Out Boy’s ‘Centuries’.
Some legends are told,
Some turn to dust or to gold,
But you will remember me,
Remember me for centuries.
Light returned in time with the first verse, revealing that each side of the ramp was lined with half a dozen burly secret services types in black suits. Backs to the roaring throng, they kept their eyes trained on the entryway, where the usual curtain had been replaced with a set of frosted glass double doors emblazoned with a name grown quite familiar to the Orlando faithful.
$UGUITAN
And just one mistake,
Is all it will take.
Go down in history,
Remember me for centuries.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
Oh so eager to get back to the promised land for the second time in as many years, the CEO of $uguitan Incorporated kicked the doors off their hinges and stormed into view with her arms raised high and a war cry on her lips. Surprised by the early show of emotion from the usual icy Penthouse Panther, the FAWNatics offered up even more manmade thunder when Alexis raised an index finger to the rafters, then brought both hands to her waist and ‘strapped’ an invisible belt in place. Grinning at the emphatic response, Alexis locked her eyes on the ring and started down the aisle.
“And introducing her opponent, currently approaching the ring. Hailing from Manila in the Philippines, she stands five feet and eight inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Penthouse Panther, the Filipino Phenom, please welcome ALEXIS SUGUITAAAAAAAAN!”
For tonight’s high stakes battle the CEO sported a gleaming white two piece that almost glowed against the mellow copper of her complexion. The pro-style trappings continued with matching knee-pads and shin-high boots, the former adorned with the same stylized $ seen on the double doors. Last but not least was the voluminous sleeveless mink coat, an accessory that would’ve looked just as appropriate at a red carpet premiere or adorning the shoulders of some warrior queen as she strode onto the battlefield.
Breaking from tradition to extend hands to fans on both sides of the aisle, Suguitan ascended the ring steps accompanied by a thunderous chant of ‘LEXY‘S GONNA MAUL YOU!’ Alexis paused at the apron, nodded approval for the sentiment, then slipped through the ropes and claimed the center of the ring as her own. Honed in on the Blackbird roosted in the far corner, Alexis turned ever so briefly to senior official Nick Castle. Certain he knew what to do, Suguitan returned her attention to Bliss and stretched her arms wide. “Show her what she’s up against, Castle.”
Nick did so, carefully slipping the mink off one shoulder and then the other. Its absence revealed the one last detail of the newcomer’s burgeoning legacy, a glittery golden $ stretched taut across her sculpted backside, the only remaining reminder of her time as Baby’s number one head hunter. Bound and determined to make sure her name burned brighter than Van Buren’s (or anyone else’s for that matter) Alexis slipped off her glasses, handed them to Castle and quickly backed into the opposite corner to await final instructions.
The bell sounded and the sold-out crowd grew all the louder, though a trained ear (such as Eliza’s) noted an undercurrent of hesitancy, as was often the case when two warriors from the side of righteousness did battle for any reason. But said hesitation was felt only by the spectators, the participants didn’t miss a beat as they left their corner on a beeline for the last hurdle between them and the Main Event of FAWN’s biggest show. The Renaissance Woman didn’t much feel like shaking her opponent’s hand at the moment, though she thought a show of respect was necessary, so she extended a fist as she drew to within dancin’ distance with the Filipino Phenom.
Alexis saw the gesture and almost slapped it away before remembering Veronica’s vouching for both of the Blackbirds. Returning the knuckle bump even as she hunched forward in a tense grappler’s crouch. “Treymane says you’re good people.” Alexis noted once they’d started to circle. “I’ll take her at her word, but don’t think for a second that’s going to stop me from putting you down. I’m going to ‘Mania, I’m going to put a beating on Jacobs and I’m going to hoist the World Title for--”
Eliza hit [PAUSE] on Alexis’s announcement by lunging into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up that forced the sturdy exotique back on her heels. The show of aggression didn’t bother Alexis in the slightest, she took a moment to assess the Englishwoman’s power, then dug her heels into the canvas and surged forward to bring her foe’s momentum to a halt. Showing a smile as Bliss got low and tried to resume her forward march, Suguitan forced her back a few steps, then asked, “That all you got, Lizzie? Don’t think you’re gonna win this one with brute stre--” Alexis shut up real quick when the hand grasping her elbow moved toward her mouth, Bliss’s middle and ring fingers already crooked into the ‘C’ of a Cleft Note.
The surprise attempt threw Suguitan off her game just enough for Eliza to muscle her back a few steps, but the Penthouse Panther kept her jaw stubbornly clenched, even as the Brit jabbed a thumb into the shelf of her chin. Satisfied she wasn’t going to secure the Note this early, Eliza treated Alexis to a preview of sorts by taking the CEO’s lower lip in a three-fingered pincer and giving it a little squeeze. “It’s not brute strength that’s going to beat you, Alexis.” she purred. “It’s superior technique and the ability to punish you for the slightest mistaEEERRRGGGGHHH!”
Although she was a certified fan favorite these days, Alexis Suguitan was still very much a catfighter at heart and she wasn’t about to let anyone tease her without paying a heavy price. So she buried a hand in Bliss’s hair and yanked back so she was looking into the rafters. “Get familiar with that view, Lizzie.” Alexis ordered now that her mouth was her own again. “Because you’re going to be seeing a lot of it tonight.”
Before Eliza could respond, Nick Castle walked over and tapped Alexis’s shoulder. “Off the hair, Alexis. This match is too big for cheap crap like that.”
Suguitan only smirked and gave the Songbird’s head a mean little shake. “Oh, I don’t know, Nick. Blissy looks like the sort of chick that enjoys having her hair pulled. Am I right?”
The question was barely out of her mouth when Eliza got in on the act, wrenching her opponent’s head back with a huge handful of dark locks. “Oh, you’re more than welcome to pull on, claw at, or scream into whatever you’d like, dear.” Bliss said with a primness that made Alexis hate her a little bit more. “Just don’t forget to tap out on my thigh when you’ve had enouOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Suguitan gave up all pretense of a clinch in favor of slamming a strong right hand deep into her attacker’s belly. Bliss grunted, stumbled back, then yelped in pain when the white-clad battler tagged her with a short, hard slap across the face. “You’re the only one tapping tonight, girl. Hope you enjoy watching ‘Mania in caterNNNGGGGHHH!”
Eliza cut her off with a quick Kneelift to the navel and tacked on a slap of her own to make sure Alexis knew she wouldn’t tolerate that shyt. “Watch your tongue, alley cat. Or I might just twist if off before you can--”
“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” Eliza and Alexis broke off just after ‘FOUR!’, not that the threat of a double disqualification diverted their attention from the other for even a second. Aware that he’d be fighting an uphill battle all night, Castle still gave it his best. “You two are wrestling, remember, WRESTLING, for a chance to headline our biggest card of the year. So show a little respect and knock off the hair pulling, bytch slapping shyt!”
Neither responded immediately-- Eliza smoothed her hair back while Alexis worked her jaw and ‘snapped’ her trunks a little higher. “I’ll work whatever kind of match I damned well please, Castle.” the Panther muttered. “But if Mary Poppins here thinks she can out-wrestle me… I’m happy to let her try.”
Bliss raised her hands, beckoned the beckoned the catfighter forward. “Bring me your best, Miss Suguitan and I will show you why I deserve to challenge for the World Title.”
Alexis nodded, then pounced, the Destroyer-class brunette sweeping her foe into a second Lock-Up that she promptly transitioned into wince-inducing Hammerlock! Snug behind her Briton, Suguitan kept one hand on Bliss’s right wrist and the other on that elbow as she tried to force the bent limb up between her shoulders. Bliss winced, went to throw a Back Elbow, but the control over her other arm meant Alexis felt it coming and she kept her head well out of the way. Knowing full well a Hammerlock wasn’t enough to turn the tide in her favor, Suguitan shifted weight to her left foot and started THUMPING heavy, methodical Kneelifts into Eliza’s glutes.
“Lucky I like you.” the Panther murmured after half a dozen butt-shivering blows. “Usually I put a bytch over my knee when it’s time for a spaSHYT!”
Eliza spun free of the Hammerlock, twisted into one of her own but immediately gave it up in favor of a Side Headlock. Yanking Alexis’s noggin into the side of her left breast, the Renaissance Woman squeezed with all her might for a good three seconds or so, then yanked the catfighter’s head down so that Suguitan’s temple ground against the bony point of her hip. “Watch who you’re calling a bytch, dearest.” Eliza huffed as the other brunette smacked and pushed at her lower back. “Or I may very well be forced to treat you as su--”
Alexis braced a hand against the small of her foe’s back and shoved hard enough to get Bliss moving, unfortunately for the Filipino Phenom, the Headlock stayed in place and she trailed along behind until the Englishwoman came to a stop. “What’s the matter, dear?” Eliza was grinning and shaking her head ‘no’ as she did her best to cauliflower her opponent’s ears. “I thought you were far too strong to struggle against the likes of WHOOOAAAH!!”
Angered by Bliss’s condescending tone, Alexis wrapped her arms around the Englishwoman’s hips. squeezed hard and hoisted her off the mat by a foot or more! With leverage no longer an issue, Suguitan turned to the nearest set of strands and moved out with Eliza squirming in her grasp like an unruly toddler. Loathe to give up her control over a woman who could bring such power to bear, Eliza tried to force herself back to the canvas and when that didn’t work, she raised her knees until they were almost pressed to her chest. With only a few steps between Alexis and freedom, the Blackbird kicked out, planted both feet against the top rope and pushed off to shoot them back and around, Bliss using the extra momentum to lay out on one side and sling Alexis over her hip in a sort of Springboard Headlock Takedown!
SPRINGBOARD HEADLOCK TAKEDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mKf2vzAqO_o
Hardly a game changer, yet Eliza was still all smiles as she once again forced Alexis to snuggle a faceful of her chest. “Kick and pout all you want, sweetheart.” she chided as the heels of Alexis’s boots pattered against the mat, “But I’m not letting go until you find a way to make me!”
Alexis’s soles scraped over the canvas as she tried to get her feet under her, but it wasn’t managed until Blissy rose and tugged Suguitan along, the exotique still stuck in the diva’s Headlock. Suguitan moved her palms to either hip of her rival and shoved. And while Eliza scooted forward, the former Associate was again moving with her.
Huffing in frustration, Alexis changed tactics, prying at Eliza’s arms, but the Blackbird pivoted fast, forcing Suguitan to stumble over an extended hip. The copper-skinned beauty regained her balance before taking a knee, but again she’s caught snugly in the Headlock of Doom.
The FAWNatics were picking up on it now and they started a chant of “HEAD…LOCK! HEAD…LOCK!”
Eliza giggled and reeeefed on her grip, rubbing her arm against cheek and temple, pinking Alexis’s features nicely, not that they weren’t already starting to blush from the Panther not finding a way to escape.
Finally, deciding she’d take the easy way, the bigger grappler tromped to the nearest ropes and stepped through, causing a call for a break from Castle.
“You need Nick’s help, I get it,” Bliss snorted, releasing at ONE and backing away, hands raised high, a beaming grin growing as Eliza could see she had Suguitan flustered. Alexis stepped out from the cables and dropped into an expectant crouch, but Bliss hung back, waiting for the Filipino to strike the perfect first note.
“I need nothing,” Alexis barked, as she circled, Eliza joining her, “except to beat Jacobs and fulfill my destiny. Like your precious opera, your time’s come and gone.”
The two slammed together mid-ring in a Collar & Elbow. While they’re nearly identical on the vertical plane, Suguitan’s fifteen extra pounds of curves had Bliss on the backpedal in short order. She moved the Songbird toward a corner until, at the last second, perhaps looking forward to thrusting Eliza in and taking over in close quarters, Alexis was swept past when Bliss swiveled and its Suguitan’s spine that bounced against the buckles.
Eliza dipped, grabbed the middle ropes on either side, and fired away with Shoulderblock after Shoulderblock, the Brit stuffing Alexis farther between the top and middle buckles until the gasping, bug-eyed Filipino was wedged deep.
The Blackbird spun and flew to the opposite corner, tagging the top and turning on the breathless Alexis. The sublime soprano sprinted toward her target and leapt from several feet out. While Suguitan was able to wiggle her way out and straighten to her full height, she couldn’t evacuate the corner in time and Bliss buried her with an Avalanche Splash.
Coming from the slender Songbird, it’s not a tidal wave but the sinewy Eliza packed enough punch to leave the copper-skinned beauty a drunken stumblebum when she wobbled out of the corner.
Bliss raced after Alexis and nabbed her with a Side Headlock, but only for an instant. For as she collected the Penthouse Panther’s noggin as she passed, Eliza laid out and tugged Suguitan with her, launching Alexis forward and Bulldogging the CEO of $uguitan, Inc. to the deck. The Filipino’s face SLAMMED into the thinly-covered plywood and the dazed Alexis rolled to her back, staring blankly into the rafters.
Already with a penchant for backing the underdog when the choice on who to cheer was razor thin, Blissy’s choir roared as the Blackbird dove atop Alexis in a Crossbody and hooks the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
Suguitan kicked out with authority, ending in a seated position with Eliza a few feet away on all fours, shrugging apologetically at her idea the fight might be won that easily.
But who wanted to sing a single verse anyway?
The diva knee-walked to Suguitan and wrapped both arms around the braincase of reeling contender. She drew Alexis up with her and ate a head-snapping European Uppercut for her troubles. Having made a handle out of a shoulderstrap of Blissy’s dark garb, the Filipino Phenom pulled her Blackbird in for another whiplash-producing impact, Suguitan’s retaining grip appearing the only thing keeping Eliza from saying hello to the canvas.
“This where I foreclose on you, Bliss. You want my property,” Alexis snapped, bullying the wobbly Eliza into a set of buckles. “But I’ve leveraged myself perfectly to be #1 contender and you’re not interfering.”
Alexis shifted her grip to Eliza’s left wrist and Irish Whipped her foe toward the opposite corner, instantly following behind after her heave of the operatic ho. Ready to crush the soprano a split-second after she hit home, Suguitan’s dark peepers went wide when she saw Eliza leap onto the middle ropes deftly and spring back at the charging Panther, NAILING Alexis between the eyes with a flying Back Elbow.
The woman who’d been considered the “Sure Thing’ after bankrupting Portia VanBuren’s career, was laid out in a sumptuous starfish. Next to Suguitan, Eliza kipped to her feet while Alexis had the sense to roll to her chest to prevent any thought of an immediate pin.
Unfortunately, Bliss was mid-aria, her moves streaming together in perfect harmony and she had no intention of cutting the performance short. Standing at Suguitan’s ankles, her back to Alexis, Blissy laced her left leg with her foe’s and arched back into a bridge. Almost instantly, Eliza found the flawless face of the catfighter and strapped on an Inverted STF.
INVERTED STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=seWPU6LR92E
Eliza wrenched away on Alexis’s noggin and neck.
“Sing for them,” Bliss demanded. “I know you’ve got the voice. I know you know the words.”
Bliss tugged harder still.
“SING!”
But Alexis kept her lips sealed, not only to stop herself from submitting but also so Bliss didn’t try a unique version of the Cleft Note. All the white-clad grappler could manage was to hold on and Eliza’s bridge finally gave out, freeing her, at least for the moment.
The dangerous diva rolled a few feet away to shake out the burning muscles in her limbs. Meanwhile, the faltering ‘Sure Thing’ found rising to all fours a task, Alexis grimacing whenever she moved her neck in the slightest. She rolled to a seat instead, a better position to work out the kinks.
Behind her, Bliss seemed ready to add a few more. Front flipping over Alexis’s right shoulder, Eliza snatched Lexy’s head on the way over and drew it with her to SLAM Suguitan’s face into the deck with a Rolling Neck Snap.
ROLLING NECK SNAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XVhOgHneG08
Alexis whipped back from the impact into a spreadeagle, but both arms quickly cradled her aching collar. An opportune Eliza dove atop her foe in a full body pin, grapevining her legs to keep the CEO of $uguitan, Inc. planted for…
ONE…
TWO…
Alexis showed some of the skill and power that bagged the Filipino her new moniker, bridging up to the crown of her head to keep her ‘Mania dreams alive for a few more seconds.
Alas, the time in question proved a ridiculously short duration. Indeed Alexis was still arched in that match-saving bridge when Bliss seized both wrists and pinned them over her head. Corralling the other brunette’s wrists with her left hand, Eliza curled the right one into a three pronged ‘C’ and jammed it deep into Suguitan’s unsuspecting mouth!
Cleft Note, Eliza Bliss to Alexis Suguitan.
The crowd went nuts alongside Alexis, some cheering for the Blackbird to close this out in sweeping fashion, some roaring for the Penthouse Panther to extricate the dangerous talon. Believe me when I tell you Alexis did everything in her power. Eyes squenched shut, head twisted to one side, she wrenched her shoulders back & forth and gouged her heels into the canvas, each response designed to either weaken or flat out escape the Englishwoman’s dreaded finisher. But Bliss knew every reaction to the Note and she answered accordingly. First she slid her calves in against Suguitan’s and wrenched them apart in a Double Leg Grapevine. Then she rose up just enough to add that much more ‘ooomph’ when she slammed down on her prey in a stiff tummy to tummy collision. Finally she wrenched the catfighter’s head up, forcing the other woman to acknowledge the severity of her predicament.
“Tap out.” Eliza demanded even as Suguitan’s efforts to raise a shoulder grew more and more labored. “Tap out and leave under your own power, or pass out and burn as my spotlight shines down on UNNNNGGGHHH!”
Alexis pulled her right hand free, flattened it into a paddle and THWHAPPED Eliza’s ear hard enough to make it ring with a decidedly unpleasant tone. Even then the Renaissance Woman couldn’t be dissuaded -- to Alexis it felt as though Bliss was seconds away from touching her fingers through the soft meat of her lower jaw. That’s why the Filipino Phenom curled her hand into a fist and THWONKED the same ear she’d struck prior. That finally did it, though Suguitan had to buck her hips hard to keep the former Lightweight Champion from collapsing atop her.
Rolling onto her back with a curse and a groan, Alexis fought to all fours and crawled toward the ropes. The going was slow and more than once she thought Bliss would catch her, but the trip was uneventful and Suguitan almost sobbed with relief when she hooked an arm around the middle rope. “Keep her back!” she rasped without looking at the official. “I mean it, Nick. Keep that wicked bytch in check!”
She needn’t have worried, Bliss hadn’t pursued because she was too preoccupied shaking off the shots to her braincase. Castle stayed between them, constantly looking from one to the other to make sure his charges were recovering properly. Once satisfied, he started the standing ten count to keep the action moving. Alexis was the first to rise (a full three seconds ahead of the Englishwoman in fact) but the wear and tear of Blissy’s dominant performance slowed her return to verticality. Eliza by contrast practically sprang to boot leather, and judging by the storm in those dark eyes, she hadn’t appreciated the closed fist that ended the Cleft Note early. Making no move to alert the other brunette of her resurgence, Bliss ran the ropes on Alexis’s six, charged in fast and snatched a double handful of hair! Suguitan had a chance for a single ‘eep’ before Bliss took to the skies in a high, arcing leap that ended with the Songbird landing on her knees and Alexis landing HARD on her face, chest and tummy!
The Blissful Choir demanded another pin, but their leader waved them off. She was in the middle of a true virtuoso performance and she wasn’t about to end it with a mere Facebuster. To that end she stomped to the nearest corner, backed into the buckles and hoisted herself onto the middle rope. Arms spread wide, the Renaissance Woman tilted her head back and offered the fans a gorgeous sustained high note that probably could’ve gone on for quite a bit longer if Alexis hadn’t made it to her feet a few seconds later. Back to business in a heartbeat, Eliza leapt on her prey, the Brit’s right knee coming up as she reached behind the catfighter’s head in search of Sheer NOPE!
Suguitan wrapped her arms around Bliss’s upper thighs (her knotted hands snug against encroaching backside) and was pulled almost double, but the Filipino was a Phenom for a reason and she proved as such when she sloooooooowly straightened up with a wide-eyed Eliza held against her chest. Acting only once she was certain she wouldn’t lose her balance, Alexis hooked her left arm around Eliza’s right leg and pulled it up in a tight Cradle. In the same breath she reached up with her right arm and cinched it around Bliss’s noggin in a Front Facelock. The Songbird didn’t much care for this new arrangement and reacted accordingly, pounding half a dozen jabs into the exotique’s flank in short order. A strong showing to be sure, but Suguitan could put on one helluva show when she was in the mood and she got rave reviews when she muscled Bliss up for a Fisherman’s Suplex only to take a knee and drop the Englishwoman across it with a hellacious Backbreaker!
FISHERMAN'S BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=THzzGlP_Czk
Eliza landed flat and sat up at once, one hand pressed to her shrieking spine, the other swaddling the back of her head. She’d barely started to understand the enormity of this new pain when Alexis plunged both hands into her hair and dragged her upright. No Toe Kick or Kneelift followed, Suguitan simply yanked her opponent’s head left n’ right for a good three seconds before she doubled her over and slapped on a Standing Headscissors.
“Watch the hair, Alexis!” Castle warned from minimum safe distance. “You know better!”
The Ferocious Filipino spared him a brief glance after she’d laid a few heavy Forearm Smashes across Bliss’s lower back. “A hair pull is about to be the least of this little bird’s concerns, Nick.” On that ominous note she wrapped her arms around Eliza’s waist and deftly lifted her up onto her shoulders. The crowd tensed in anticipation, knowing damned well what was gonna happen with Alexis facing the corner. Eliza must’ve known too because she hammered some closed fists into the crown of her foe’s skull in hopes of slipping out the back-- BWUUUUUUNNNG! Alexis rushed the corner and slung the Briton into the buckles hard enough to make the first several rows groan in sympathetic anguish.
TURNBUCKLE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-FHsWEAXng
Eliza bounced out, managed a couple drunken steps and would’ve gone to her knees if Suguitan hadn’t stuffed her back against those unfeeling steel posts. Alexis surveyed the situation for a moment, then lowered her shoulder and pushed off her back foot to THWHUMP a short Spear into the former Lightweight Champ’s midriff. This was only a means to an end however, as Alexis once again bundled her foe up around the thighs and boosted her into a seat on the top rope. Gripping the back sides of Eliza’s thighs, the Penthouse Panther lifted her legs up, then turned around and threaded them over each shoulder.
It definitely wasn’t the traditional way to secure an Electric Chair, but then, it wasn’t actually an Electric Chair, as Suguitan demonstrated when she looped her arms around the other brunette’s shins and stepped away from the corner. Far too woozy to defend against anything, Bliss was tugged from her perch to end up draped down Alexis’s back like little more than a cape… or a pelt. Daring a smile for the first time in what felt like the whole match, Alexis turned to the hard camera and winked. “Innovate THIS, Jacobs.” The challenge hung fresh in the air when she snapped forward and flung Eliza up, over and down, the Superlative Soprano THAWHAMMING against the mat as the latest victim of Suguitan’s Inverted Alabama Slam.
INVERTED ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yp0hcfWRG7k
Eliza bounced high and flopped over onto her back, so Alexis dropped to all fours, wedged her shoulders into the pits of Bliss’s knees and drove forward until the black-clad battler was stacked on her shoulders in a tight Matchbook. Nick was in place a heartbeat later, leading the FAWNatics in a chorus of…
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TWO…
Eliza twisted a shoulder off the canvas as she flopped to her side and unfolded from Lexy’s matchbook. Dazed, the diva could manage little more than blinking her eyes wide, trying to recover some of the senses her trip to ‘Bama had deprived.
The Penthouse Panther remained on the prowl, baring her claws and raking her nails from shoulders to waistline, ten long welts blossoming as Blissy shrieked in anguish, her ivory back arching as the draglines turned pink.
“My fingers can do a little damage too,” Alexis purred, enjoying the sight of the grimacing soprano. “Remember how close you got when you’re crying in your merlot, Songbird.”
The Phenom drew a wincing Bliss to her feet as she rose, capturing a wrist and twisting it into a Hammerlock as Alexis settled beside the bent Eliza. Suguitan laced a leg around the Brit’s, establishing a Grapevine, then lifted the opposite number as she pivoted, drawing it over the back of a dipped Blissy’s neck. The last limb of her Octopus secured Eliza’s far arm bending it in a painful position that also torr at the Blackbird’s abs.
OCTOPUS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-joY-4jQuXo
Suguitan added her own catty touch, sinking a claw into Blissy’s bared side that forced a sorrowful moan from the stretched and knotted soprano. Alexis worked her rival like a part-time job, wriggling to increase the pressure where she could, while throwing in the occasional demand of Eliza to surrender. The official added his offer as well before a groaning Bliss presented a breathless whisper of ‘no’ in response.
“Don’t be ashamed,” Alexis demanded, “let everyone hear you.”
Suguitan dug her nails in and raked them over Eliza’s ribs.
“NOOOOOO!” Bliss screamed with perfect pitch.
Convinced her foe’s resolve could withstand longer than her wearying muscles, the Filipino dismounted her ride and disdainfully shoved the stubborn Eliza down to hands and knees while she took a quick walkabout to stretch her aching limbs.
With the blood flowing freely through her powerful, copper-skinned legs, Alexis returned to a rising Eliza just in time to send a delving Toe Kick deep into the diva’s tummy. Bliss doubled at the waist, eyes wide, lips bursting with exhaled breath.
The Panther snuggled Blissy’s head between her thighs and clamped on a Scissors. Suguitan reached forward with both overhand and underhand grips, but instead of locking and lifting to Neutralize Eliza and make her way to a Mania headline with Double-J, the catfighter DUG both sets of fingers DEEP into the Blackbird’s womanhood, no part of her foe’s privates safe from a piercing, clenching digit.
Eliza squealed in anguish, even the Dangerous Diva unable to hide a crack in her usually flawless voice when the dual claws ‘chewed’ into her undercarriage from both directions. Bliss rose to tiptoes, almost appearing to encourage Alexis to lift and deposit her, if only to end the gouging torture.
A mesmerized Castle had to shake himself away from staring at the spectacle to ask if Eliza wanted to sing for her freedom. She sobbed in suffering but refused to surrender.
A look of disbelief on her face, Suguitan burrowed both sets of fingers in farther and clenched, drawing a pitiful cry from the Blackbird, but no submission. Frustrated, Alexis gave Eliza what she wanted, an end to the agony, and in turn a calamitous collision. The CEO of $uguitan, Inc. removed her claws, laced her fingers and deadlifted the slender soprano to overturned vertical before SLAMMING Eliza down to the canvas face and chest-first.
NEUTRALIZER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tEgBWLj7m-0
Blissy’s body shuddered and fell still next to the Penthouse Panther. Exhausted, Alexis shoveled the Renaissance Woman to a lifeless starfish, Suguitan apparently having deadened the pain from Eliza’s crotch by emptying the Songbird’s senses from her braincase. The Sure Thing couldn’t have a better moniker as she draped her body across Eliza’s in a lateral press, hooking a far leg for good measure for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOO!
Seemingly nothing short of a pre-match bite from a zombie could have reanimated Bliss but a bolt of internal electricity shocked a shoulder off the canvas to the dismay of the former Associate. To the Panther’s good, the reawakening seemed to renew the pulsating pain from Blissy’s nethers and Eliza collapsed into a fetal ball to protect against any further violation.
Suguitan struggled wearily to her feet and slowly cracked the turtle shell open with some persuasive stomps to Eliza’s back and ribs, thigh and shoulder. Motivated to escape the deluge, the Superlative Soprano slithered toward the ropes, hoping to find some relief on the cool slab of cement that made up the arena floor.
But a smirking Alexis beat the Brit to the exit, passing her and collecting the Blackbird’s noggin a couple feet short of her goal. Suguitan hauled a weary and wobbly Bliss to her feet, tugging the lowered head of her foe between her legs while doing so.
Instead of Underhooking both arms of the diva, Suguitan delved into her catty repertoire, turning a Tiger Driver into her infamous Panty Peeler by grabbing a couple handfuls of Eliza’s lower togs and YANKING them high in a vengeful wedgie. Bliss reacted with a pained yip as she moves to tiptoes in a failed effort to reduce the sawing pressure below, but her hind end continued to rise when the Filipino Phenom vaulted her into a forward flip, catching Bliss in a momentary seat on her shoulders before dropping to the canvas and SLAMMING the Superlative Soprano damn near THROUGH the canvas.
PANTY PEELER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P0Aah1H3leY (via a wedgie)
Eliza bounces an inch off the mat before settling into a semiconscious starfish between Lexy’s legs for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Again. Yes. Again. Bliss called her own encore, shoving a shoulder up with no more than an inch before the final slap, the crowd’s roars morphing to a “THIS IS AWESOME!” chant.
There’s one woman in the house less than convinced of the awesomeness, at least when it comes to Blissy’s tenacious display.
A flustered but focused Suguitan drew what’s left of the Blackbird to her feet. Alexis wrapped an arm around the back of Eliza’s neck while throwing a limp arm of the diva behind her own. Adding a grip on Blissy’s wrist and crossing her foe’s arm, the Panther dips for a launch into her signature Alexis LFA.
But as Lexy launched, a slumping Bliss Grapevined her right leg around Alexis’s left, keeping her grounded. Suguitan doubled her effort only to have liftoff denied again. What’s more, Bliss broke her right arm free and rapped a series of three elbows into the left temple of the copper-skinned grappler. With Alexis’s control melting like chocolate on a hot summer day, the Dangerous Diva landed a forearm strike to Lexy’s jaw that spun Suguitan in a 180.
A shaky but unrelenting Bliss snuggled in close and wrapped her arms around the midriff of the jawjacked Filipino. But in an instant, Eliza went cat-for-tat, shifting her grip to Alexis’s bosom. She clamped down and vaulted Suguitan up and over with a ring-rattling Boobplex.
BOOBPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wUj65V7D0aw
The Sure Thing landed heavy and hard on her shoulders and skull, the momentum of the impact backward somersaulting Alexis to end the trip on her face and chest. The Filipino shuddered then fell still, a consumed Eliza remaining on her back no more than an arm’s length away, but also unmoving.
Surrounded by brunette rubble on all sides, Nick Castle treated himself to a slow internal five count to make sure his charges had suffered no serious injury. Once certain of their ability to carry on, he cleared his throat and started to count aloud. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE…SIX…”
The Renaissance Woman rolled to all fours, reared back onto her knees and gingerly adjusted her brutally distended bottoms. Any relief she felt over these cosmetic repairs was promptly supplanted by white-hot anger as she saw Suguitan flop onto her back, then sit up with one arm wrapped around the back of her head. “The spotlight shines brightly upon you, my little alley cat.” Bliss murmured as she fought to boot leather. “Let’s see how well you endure.”
Stalking up on Alexis’s six, Eliza raised her right hand high and brought it whistling down in a brutal diagonal slash, her open palm CRAAACKING across Alexis’s left ear. That perfect example of British Strong Style made Suguitan scream, not that she heard much over the sudden ringing in her ear. Bliss took a step back, giving the catfighter room to rise in the wake of the disorienting blow. But space did not translate to a reprieve, as both Alexis and the FAWNatics discovered when Eliza tagged her with two more cringe-worthy slaps -- a forehand delivered across the cheek twisted the exotique’s head to one side and an overhand shot that damned near knocked Suguitan’s bounty from her cups!
“If you intend to win a match in your opponent’s trunks,” Bliss commented while tried to work some taste back into her mouth. “you better bloody win with your first grip. Otherwise your opponent is likely to gather herself and smite you UNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Alexis fought through her own aches and pains to stagger the Englishwoman with an open-handed Haymaker to the jaw. “That? What I did to you earlier?” Alexis rasped. “That wasn’t supposed to win me the match. It was supposed to remind you why you’re not cut out for the Main EvenHHUUURRRK!”
Bliss shut that sass down with an Uppercut Throat Thrust that had Suguitan clutching her windpipe with both hands. “What was that, Alexis?” Eliza chirped. “I couldn’t hear you. Sounded as though you’re choking on your own hubNNNGGGHHH!”
Damned if she was gonna let some opera skank stand and slug with her, Suguitan raised both hands overhead and brought ‘em down in a savage ‘V’ that gouged into either side of Bliss’s neck. The Mongolian Chop was supposed to drive Eliza to her knees, so Alexis was more than a little irritated when the Songbird only staggered a bit. “Choke on this, Tweety.” Suguitan hefted her hands, went up on her toes and reeled back in shock when Bliss stuffed the Cleft Note deep into her mouth!
“YOU choke.” Eliza cooed to the wide-eyed Phenom. “I’ve got a title match to prepare foWHOOOOAANNNNNGGGHHH!”
Already hating the Cleft Note more than she hated most other holds, Alexis grabbed her Brit by the shoulders and drove her backward across the canvas until Eliza BWUUUNGED against the thinly-padded turnbuckles. The claw popped out of her mouth and Suguitan sagged forward, not in relief, but to catch the middle rope for a trio of Shoulderblocks she thum-thum-THUNK! Alexis’s last effort met a much harder target, namely the side of Bliss’s right knee! Punishment forgotten in favor of the fireworks exploding inside her skull, Suguitan stumbled away from the accident, blessedly oblivious to the Blackbird perched on the second rope.
The darkness of her ignorance was illuminated in a blinding flash of agony when Eliza leapt, caught her across the back of the neck and jammed both knees into her chest. Gravity did the rest, Alexis introduced to Sheer Bliss with enough force to launch her into an involuntary back-flip that dropped the glassy-eyed Panther hard on her head and shoulder. This time there was no delay from the Superlative Soprano, she fast-crawled over to Alexis, shoveled her onto her back and collected both legs in a tight bundle that lasted through…
SHEER BLISS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pXCpPoUTgRo
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The CEO kicked out with half a heartbeat to spare, the gutsy display of resilience earning a loud roar of approval from her stockholders. Eliza was impressed too, though not enough to keep her questing hands out of the Filipino’s hair. Dragging Suguitan to her feet in stages, Bliss snuggled in behind her foe, hooked her arms at the elbows and pulled back in a Double Chickenwing that set the crowd afire.
“Time for the grand finale, Alexis.” Eliza cooed. “I hope you enjoy, it‘s special just for you.” She pressed her forehead between the other brunette’s shoulders and twisted in a smooth half circle that ended with her standing straight and Suguitan doubled over on her six. The Decrescendo was imminent, yet someone forgot to told Alexis because she wrenched free and snatched hold of the Briton’s left wrist. Turning Bliss around with a single colossal jerk, Suguitan reeled her foe in and deftly hooked her right arm over Eliza’s chest while keeping the startled singer’s left arm angled tight across her own tummy. Cheers all round as the cattier half of the Pinstripe Panthers muscled Eliza into the sky, then tugged that captured left wrist like a rip-cord to spin Eliza over at the apex, thus ensuring she was facing the canvas when Suguitan THWHAMMED her down!
ALEXIS LFA @ 3:34
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rHd5BfTBZHM
Splattered and flat after the Alexis LFA, Bliss’s traitorous frame tried to slop over, but the Songbird willed herself to stay facedown to defend against the “AAAAAAAWWWWWWWW BYTCH!” Eliza’s dark eyes welled with tears when Alexis snatched a monstrous handful of bottoms and used the resultant wedgie to haul her to boot leather. From there she segued into a Front Facelock and a standing cradle but when she muscled the battered Brit into the air, the Penthouse elevator took a long pause while Suguitan stomped over to the nearest corner, turned around and carefully climbed / backed her way onto the second rope.
Taking a moment to admire the view from the top, Alexis looked out at the sea of faces and bellowed, “GET READY JACOBS! I’M COMING FOR YOUR EEEMMMRRRHHH!” Eliza’s far hand sneaked around for yet another Cleft Note and this time there was nowhere for Suguitan to go. Desperate to finish things off but unable to ride all the way to Poorhouse gagging on the Blackbird’s talon, Alexis struggled and writhed as best she could, but Bliss held on tight and eventually the Phenom’s knees loosened to the point she had to grab the top rope to stay upright.
It counted as a break, so Castle moved in and said, “Break the hold, Eliza.”
The modified Fireman’s Carry was practically non-existent by that point and when Bliss released her grip she dropped down into a seat behind her foe with no resistance. Eerily quiet as they tried to anticipate the finale, the FAWNatics found their voices all over again when Eliza went back to the Double Chickenwing. Jerking the other brunette’s arms behind her back, Bliss carefully crawled onto the top rope, then pushed off in a gorgeous somersault! Unfortunately for the Panther, the Blackbird had possession of her wings and so she dropped like a rock, unable to do anything save turn her head to the side before she THAWHAMMED down flat on her face, chest and belly!
Scrambling around even as pain shot up through her tailbone, Eliza hooked the Half Nelson, rolled Suguitan onto her back and slid forward to pay back some of the catfighter’s viciousness with a flawless Reverse Face Sit. Nose deep in Contralto, Alexis was little more than a gorgeous exotique throne, the textbook definition of ‘finished’ as Castle and several thousand FAWNatics counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded, Eliza spread her arms wide and threw back her head for a gorgeous high note to complement the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and the new number one contender for the FAWN World Championship… ELIZA BLISS!”
Castle walked up and offered to help her rise, but Eliza demurred. “Not right now, Nick.” She rolled her hips in a taut little figure eight and patted Suguitan’s belly. “I’m rather enjoying my seat.”
The ref sighed. “Don’t take it too far, Eliza.” Bliss nodded, though her attention was focused on Alexis. “I believe this makes us even.” She reached down, pushed Alexis’s legs apart, then curled her right hand into a claw and affixed it to Suguitan’s crotch for the longest ten seconds of the catfighter’s professional career.
Finishing her set with a possessive pat, Eliza stood up and planted a boot atop her prey’s belly. Hands on her hips, she honed in on the nearest camera and addressed the champion. “A long time ago, I faced Jenny Jacobs with the Lightweight Title hanging in the balance. I defeated her then, just as I plan to defeat her when the World Title is at stake. Bring all the moves your imagination can provide, sweet Jenny. In the end, THIS,” she raised her hand, already curled into that deadly ‘C’, “is the only one that matters.”