Post by dsb on Dec 31, 2017 18:26:43 GMT
Having fallen short in the match that put Eliza Bliss on the road to her World Title tilt and all the incredible success she’d enjoyed since, Alexis Suguitan had floundered, knocked down to the middle of the ladder if not nearly the bottom. That in combination with her lack of success in the war with Veronica Treymane had given her the unenviable rep of a title bridesmaid.
However, after a string of Brits had failed to upend the current EurAsian champion, the powers that be decided the native of Manilla would be the woman from the East end of the eligible continents to provide a different look and challenge for Fiona.
So the copper-skinned exotique finds herself waiting at the “gorilla position”, bouncing from one foot to another, battle gear perfectly positioned on her flawless form. All that’s left for the challenger is to come through in the clutch with a title on the line. After all, while being the woman who’d retired Portia VanBuren would give her a career an ever-present gold star, inevitably the FAWNatics would want to know what she’d done for them lately.
As the crowd is plunged into darkness, Suguitan can feel her heart nearly beat out of her chest with the chance to take down another icon and with it, garner her first title.
The FAWNtron shows a quickly shifting montage of metropolitan skylines from around the world; Chicago, New York, London, Paris, Sydney, Los Angeles, Rio and ultimately Orlando, with the FAWN arena on prominent display. The speakers kick in as those assembled cheer long and loud, the volume of the former more than loud enough to make sure everyone hears 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 returns in time with the first verse, revealing that each side of the ramp is lined with half a dozen burly secret services types in black suits. Backs to the roaring throng, they keep their eyes trained on the entryway, where the usual curtain has 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.
The CEO of $uguitan Incorporated kicks the doors off their hinges and storms into view with her arms raised high, a war cry emanating from her lips. Surprised by the show of emotion from the usually icy Penthouse Panther, the FAWNatics offer up even more manmade thunder when Alexis raises an index finger to the rafters, then brings both hands to her waist and ‘straps’ an invisible belt in place. Grinning at the emphatic response, Alexis locks her eyes on the ring and starts down the aisle as the ring announcer intercedes.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for The EurAsian championship. Introducing…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; she is ALEXIS SUGUITAAAAAAAAN!”
For tonight’s high stakes battle, the CEO sports a gleaming white two piece that almost glows against the mellow copper of her complexion. The pro-style trappings continue with matching knee-pads and shin-high boots, the former adorned with the same stylized $ seen on the double doors. Last but not least is a voluminous sleeveless mink coat, an accessory that would look just as appropriate at a red carpet premiere or adorning the shoulders of some warrior queen as she strides into battle.
Breaking from a recent tradition of extending hands to fans on both sides of the aisle, Suguitan is all business and ascends the ring steps when reaching the end of the aisle. Alexis slips through the ropes and claims the center of the ring as her own, offering senior official Nick Castle her arms and legs for the usual check.
Nick does so, then carefully slips the mink off one shoulder and the other at Alexis’ urging. Its absence reveals 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 burns brighter than Van Buren’s, or anyone else’s for that matter, Alexis slips off her shades, hands them to Castle, and backs into her home corner to await the champion.
With the Phenom situated in the battle zone, the booming orchestral chords of the champion’s entrance music spreads through the arena ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDI9HuVduDI&feature=related ) heralding the former Intercontinental and Lightweight champion and now Eurasian title holder.
Looking simultaneously threatening and glorious, gaudy gold belt around her waist, Her Ladyship strides to center stage, the mixed response of some previous matches long gone, the FAWNatics clearly turning against the Duchess.
Even without any hint of support, Fiona is resplendent; the long-time veteran of wars inside and outside FAWN ready to lay low one of the harbingers of the so-called New Era. The Englishwoman reviews the boisterous crowd with disdain and imperial arrogance. She starts down the ramp as the ring announcer makes her arrival an official one.
FIONA WATERFORD
“And her opponent…from Finsbury Park, London, England, standing 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighing in at 8 stone 13… the Duchess of East Anglia and FAWN’s Eurasian champion…Lady Fiona Waterford.”
The athletic build of the Englishwoman remains very much appreciated, a deal with the devil having been struck to keep Waterford in a condition women half her age would be green with envy over. Her regal beauty is accentuated by a striking midnight blue lace set of bra and panties with red bows on either hip and a royal coat of arms on her taut bum (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_coat_of_arms_of_the_United_Kingdom ). The attire leaves just the right amount to the imagination, which in this case is little. As a perfect bit of flair, red fishnet stockings reach up from midnight blue boots, red garters ending the stockings at mid-thigh.
Reaching the ring, Fiona climbs the steps and slides through the ropes to join her latest challenger. Once in, Waterford unstraps her belt and raises it overhead then pushes it toward her foe for a better look. With her opposite hand, she raises a microphone to her lips.
“Am I to be impressed you rid FAWN of a skeletal Daddy’s Girl like Portia VanBuren?”
Waterford chuckles. “She can’t compare to wrestling royalty. And neither can you my dear. I won’t be the first to humble you, but you will remember me as the most thorough.”
The FAWNatics strongly disagree, Suguitan perfectly fine in playing the ‘I kicked Portia out of FAWN’ card as far as they seem concerned. Nevertheless, a cheery Waterford moves to the ropes and hands off both the microphone and her belt to a FAWN flunky before making her way to the corner opposite the CEO.
As soon as the bell rings, Alexis explodes from her corner as if shot out of a cannon. The challenger barrels into the champion with a brawny Elbow and Collar tie-up, and while Lady Fiona manages to splay her legs out behind her and stem the tide initially, she soon finds herself ceding ground despite her best efforts. Ten pounds heavier by mass and fifteen years lighter by age, Suguitan leverages those advantages to power the Duchess back into a corner, earning a few impressed murmurs from the crowd who are appreciative of the show of strength.
Waterford is understandably less enthused about being woman-handled, and as soon as her back touches the turnbuckles, she barks at Nick and demands that the referee enforce a rope break. It turns out to be unnecessary as Alexis voluntarily relents, releasing her grips and holding her hands in the air with palms facing outwards. The Penthouse Panther retreats a couple of steps, but it’s only to get enough elbow room for the windup as she promptly brings her right hand down in a cracking chop across the top of Fiona’s royal cleavage.
The champion yips in displeasure as she shields her bosom with both forearms, and in doing so she leaves her hair unprotected. Suguitan quickly fills her claws with Waterford’s dark locks, earning herself an immediate reprimand from the official which she blithely ignores when she uses the Hair-Hold to sling the Duchess from the corner to the center of the ring.
HAIR-MARE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=teZRFwbHZZU
Fiona lands roughly on her chest after the Hair-Mare, and she goes along with the momentum to roll out onto the apron. With the help of the ropes, she regains her feet just in time Alexis leaping at her, right arm cocked back and ready to strike. Waterford raises a protective hand, but she’s only partially successful in blocking the Forearm Smash that Suguitan drives into the side of her head, knocking her from the apron to the floor and drawing a pop from the audience.
Alexis smells blood already, and despite not being known for her aerial acumen, she seems ready to hurl herself out of the ring and crush her opponent beneath her frame. Flight plans are canceled, however, when Castle worms his way in front of her to deliver a warning about attacking an opponent in the ropes as she had just done. The opportunity lost for the time being, Suguitan settles for prowling the center of the squared circle, staring holes at Waterford and daring the Duchess to re-enter the field of battle.
“Lookin’ old, Fee,” Alexis shouts at the scowling champion out on the floor. “Time to hand over that belt and retire to the nearest bingo hall.”
Fiona forces a smile onto her face that doesn’t quite reach her eyes as she climbs back onto the apron. This time, Nick succeeds in keeping the challenger at a distance.
“Child, I was here before you, and I will be here after you,” Waterford retorts, haughty as ever. “The sun shall never set on my empire.”
With that, the Duchess rejoins the fray, stepping one leg through the top and middle ropes followed by the other. Fueled by the tempestuousness of youth and the desire to finally, finally wear championship gold around her waist, Alexis charges at Her Ladyship once more.
This time, however, the wily Waterford is prepared.
She drops herself down to the mat just moments before Suguitan can run her through with a massive Shoulder Tackle, and she simultaneously threads her calves around the Penthouse Panther’s ankles. Suddenly tripped up by the duplicitous Drop Toe Hold, Alexis pitches forward in an ungainly manner and hits her throat across the middle rope, leaving her choking and gagging, thus she can muster little resistance when Fiona corrals her by the boots and drags her back to the center of the ring.
Determined to turn back the hands of time, Waterford goes for an early application of her Tower Bridge in order to bring an end to the latest threat to her empire. Holding the Filipina’s legs in a vertical V, Fiona steps through with one leg of her own before crossing Suguitan’s ankles and collecting them under her right arm. Set up for the Sharpshooter complete, the Duchess steps over with her free leg to turn Alexis face down against the canvas, and then the champion sinks into a deep crouch to turn up the pressure on the thighs and spine of her latest challenger.
TOWER BRIDGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pl0rRoR8kZc
Suguitan howls in misery, and referee Nick Castle immediately offers her the chance to call it quits on her latest title challenge, though Alexis remains obstinate in her refusal. She scrabbles and claws against the mat, slowly but surely dragging her way towards the edge of the ring for a rope break. Fiona sees the jailbreak in progress, though she does not have the proper footing to pull her opponent back towards the center. Instead, she settles for crouching down even further, and when that still doesn’t earn a submission, she tries to lean all the way back to the canvas to fully complete the Tower Bridge that had made a mewling mess out of Elizabeth Cromwell just a month ago.
Unlike Elizabeth, however, the Penthouse Panther is a certified powerhouse. When Fiona tries to fold her latest challenger in half, she finds that she can’t. Flexing and tensing her hips and thighs with all her might, Suguitan stymies her opponent’s efforts, and then with a roar and a final, explosive push, Alexis crunches her waist and straightens her legs. Waterford is sent flying a couple of feet away as Suguitan powers her way out of the submission hold, and the EurAsian champion can’t quite keep the look of shock off her face as she glances back at the Filipina.
Alexis pivots to her haunches as she rubs the stiffness out of her thighs and lower back, then she sneers, “Too big. Too strong. Too good.”
“I believe you’re the one on your knees,” Fiona retorts as she turns and faces down her foe. “And I have a feeling you’re used to being there. Are you not?”
Suguitan scowls at Lady Waterford. She desperately wants to hop right up and proves she’s fine, but it’s a struggle to reach vertical after being trapped in the Tower. Nevertheless, the copper-skinned beauty pushes there in time to meet a charging champion.
She plants on one of the aching legs and shoots out a side kick toward the flat tummy of the fortysomething, but the veteran catches the boot before it can gut her. Snatching it around the ankle with both hands, Her Ladyship lifts the limb high, leaving a worried looking Alexis hopping on her planted stem.
“Too overconfident,” a smirking Fiona snarkily adds to the Filipina’s ‘too’ list.
The bronzed beauty doesn’t retort verbally, instead leaping off her free foot and swinging the left leg up and around to ‘clack’ it off Waterford’s right temple with a powerful enzuigiri kick that knocks the Grande Dame of women’s wrestling on her bum.
A seated Fiona’s dark eyes blink wide and she shakes her head to rattle some senses back into place. Meanwhile, Suguitan is already on her knees next to the dazed Duchess. Alexis NAILS her foe’s jaw with a forearm shot that sends Her Ladyship pinwheeling to her chest, Fiona massaging her mandible between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand.
The Phenom takes a forward-facing seat on the pits of Fiona’s knees. She sends a pair of wicked slaps into the royal’s sides that cleverly and reflexively draw back both hands of the champion. Alexis snatches both arms at the wrists. With her ‘handles’ in place, Suguitan extends her legs, crossing her feet under the chin of the captured Waterford and yaaanks back on the arms with a supple surfboard that has the crowd applauding in appreciation and Lady Fiona grunting and mewling when Alexis tries to pull her foe’s arms out at the socket.
Castle drops to all fours in front of Fiona’s face, nice and close since Waterford can’t slap the taste out of his mouth for asking if she wants to hand her belt over to Suguitan. Nick doesn’t get quite that straightforward in his questioning, instead inquiring if Fee wants to quit. The champion shakes her head forcefully and Castle signals to the timekeeper accordingly.
The flawless Filipina hardly seems to mind and she leeeeans even further back, putting more strain on Waterford’s stretched guns and increasingly curled spine, Her Ladyship’s top pressed to keep her ‘quality’ in place.
“QUIT,” Alexis demands, but she only gets a growl in return and it’s enough for the CEO to decide Waterford isn’t ready to shuffle into retirement just yet. Unlocking her legs from under Fiona’s chin, Suguitan rises to her feet while keeping Her Ladyship’s arms elongated behind her. The many-times challenger but never champion, places a boot behind Fiona’s braincase as Alexis pulls her foe’s head up and back.
“No…no…no,” the royal bleats nervously, knowing what Alexis has in mind.
“I think, yes,” the ferocious Filipina responds, curbstomping Fiona’s features into the unforgiving deck, Waterford’s head bouncing off the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Having released the arms of the Duchess, the gorgeous grappler takes a sidle around the moaning champion, Fee’s hands pressed to her face, the Brit nasally cursing into her palms, threatening the challenger, unconcerned about any repercussions. But when Fiona adds a mention about Alexis’ penchant for being a bridesmaid in title matches, a series of enraged stomps to spine and ribs ensues that is long enough and thorough enough for Fiona to be officially considered a mudhole afterward.
“Too big. Too strong. Too good. You old bat,” Suguitan reminds the only woman on the FAWN roster who could seemingly defy Father Time.
With Waterford properly subdued, Alexis dips and grabs the Englishwoman by a wrist and shoulder and drags the Duchess to wobbly feet. She faces off with the champion and paintbrushes the left cheek of Her Ladyship, snapping Waterford’s head to the side on a swivel.
It shouldn’t be a surprise when Fiona responds with a solid forearm to Suguitan’s chops in return, nearly knocking the CEO on her ass. After a couple back steps, Lexy collects her balance and surges forward to throw a right cross, only to have Fiona block it with a forearm and feed one of her own to the Filipina’s kisser.
Alexis’ arms pinwheel to keep her upright. She manages to stay vertical but suffers for it when Lady Fiona jabs her foe’s bronzed belly with a toe kick. Waterford tugs Suguitan’s lowered head into a front facelock and Fee slips her head under a limp arm of the challenger. Ready to rip, the veteran buggywhips her bigger, younger foe over at mach speed with a precise snap suplex.
Snap Suplex (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_4XqYidBUQ )
The wincing challenger climbs to her feet almost immediately, wanting to show the harsh landing hasn’t affected her, but she turns and walks into another face lock and pays with a second snap, from which she’s much slower to ascend. Still Lexy does rise, if painfully, only for the champion to dip and collect the Filipina Phenom in a fireman’s carry, ready to send Alexis into a Waking Nightmare.
Waking Nightmare (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4OCCuWlEcvU ) @ 00:14
But before Fiona can flip her foe off to the side and send her tumbling to a nasty neckbreaker, Alexis cranks a half dozen pointed elbows into Fiona’s temple. The copper-skinned grappler slides down Waterford’s back and instantly attacks. Fashioning her hands into a single shovel shape, the Filipina digs the cupped digits between Waterford’s thighs and, scooping into Fiona’s undercarriage, launches Her Ladyship up and over with a most unladylike Vagplex.
The female version of (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8eU75acLow )
The wide-eyed Duchess lands on the back of her skull and her shoulders with a ring-rattling collision, the momentum ladling her over another half-turn to her face and chest. To the roar of the crowd and a “That…Was…Awesome” chant, Alexis scrambles to Fiona’s side, uses a half-nelson to turn Waterford to her back and plants atop her in a lateral press, hooking the brunette’s far leg for a momentous…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The champion’s body spasms, perhaps out of nothing more than reflex to save her. Waterford flops to her chest and, not worrying about whether she’s appearing appropriately regal, scuttles across the canvas on her belly, trying to reach the ropes and slither out for a break before the CEO of Suguitan, Inc. can continue to steamroll.
Fiona only gets about halfway to safety before Alexis storms forward and snaps a kick at her upturned rump, splitting her thighs and hitting what might generously be called her tailbone. The shot stops Waterford in her tracks, and her predicament only gets worse from there when Suguitan drops to a seat atop her lower back. The Penthouse Panther interlocks her hands underneath the champion’s chin, then leans backwards to bend that royal spine into a painful looking arch.
Once more Castle kneels in front of the trapped Fiona to check for a submission, and once more the blue blood spurns his offer with some blue language. Not willing to hand over the keys to the kingdom just yet, Waterford digs her nails into the thighs framing her shoulders and carves parallel red tracks into the coppery skin, although all that earns her is a retaliatory swipe across the eyes.
“Hey, come on, Alexis! Knock it off!” the referee chides as he tries to keep the tactics on the up-and-up for a championship tilt.
No such luck, unfortunately, as Suguitan hooks a couple of fingers into either side of Fiona’s mouth and pulls back, forcing a grin from Glasgow onto the Duchess from East Anglia. That finally spurs Nick into a count, and Alexis relents at “FOUR!” to keep her golden dreams from ending in disqualification. The Filipina palms both hands against the back of Waterford’s skull and bounces the champion’s head against the mat like a basketball for a final, parting shot before rising up and walking away from the Camel Clutch.
Granted a reprieve, Fiona scampers the rest of the way to the edge of the ring and grasps the bottom rope with one hand while the other massages the back of her neck. She tunes out the fans who have thrown in their lots with Suguitan, then Waterford rises to her feet and stomps forward to meet the challenger. The deceptive Duchess feigns a kick to the groin, and as Alexis drops her hands to ward off one cheap shot, she leaves herself undefended against another when Fiona delivers a stiff-fingered thrust to her exposed windpipe.
While the Filipina Phenom wheezes for air, the official delivers a warning to the Duchess as stern as it is useless. Waterford flips the challenger over a shoulder and to the mat with a crisp Snapmare, and when Suguitan rebounds to a seat and moves her hands from her neck to her throbbing tailbone, she’s immediately met with a pair of Mongolian Chops to her clavicles. Suddenly not sure of which aching body part to tend to, Alexis presses one hand to the base of her spine while clasping the other aross her collarbone, which unfortunately leaves her no hands with which to protect herself against the stiff Soccer Kick that Fiona THWAPS into the space between her shoulderblades. The Penthouse Panther arches her back and roars in equal parts anger and anguish before she lays out on her back, giving the champion the opportunity to leap into the air and come down knees-first into Suguitan’s breadbasket.
Alexis seems spent after the Knee Drop finale to Fiona’s Sign of Four, crunching up briefly around her gutted abdomen before sinking back down with a groan. Her Ladyship shifts into a Schoolgirl Pin atop the challenger’s chest, and she victoriously pumps her fist in rhythm with Castle’s count of...
ONE!
TWO!
THR -- NO!
To the delight of the FAWNatics who are not yet ready to sell their stocks in Suguitan, Inc., Alexis musters the strength to roll onto her side, breaking the pin and sending Fiona into a tumbling, ungainly dismount. Even so, it’s Waterford who recovers first, making it fully upright while Suguitan has only managed to struggle to a kneeling position. Dark eyes flashing with anger, the Duchess steps forward and fires another Soccer Kick, this time her shin landing flush across the Filipina’s chest.
To champion’s surprise, Alexis absorbs the blow with nothing more than a hiss and a grimace, somehow managing to avoid being knocked flat on her back despite the Duchess putting her full force into the strike. A snarl twists her lips, and Fiona resets her stance before she fires another kick to the chest, and then another, and another, and another, the partisan crowd chanting “NO!” with each blow that lands.
NO! KICKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FAufH7tGpU
When the Penthouse Panther still refuses to go down after a set of five, however, Waterford’s patience wears thin. She aims her sixth kick at the side of the Filipina’s head, but the Duchess has gone to the well one too many times. Alexis raises a forearm to block the last blow, then she latches both hands around Fiona’s ankle to capture the extended limb.
“Too big… too strong…” Suguitan pants, holding on tight despite Waterford’s best efforts to pull her leg free.
A look of shock and concern flashes across Fiona’s face, and that seems to re-energize the challenger. The Filipina Phenom powers to a stand with the other wrestler’s trapped leg in tow, leaving the champion hopping about on one foot in an inversion of their situation from earlier in the match. Unlike Fiona, Alexis does not give her opponent the opportunity to counter with an Enzuigiri. Instead Suguitan simply reels in the Duchess for a belly-to-belly hug, one of her arms clasped over Waterford’s shoulder while the other cradles Fiona’s knee.
“Too good,” she hisses into the champion’s ear moments before she dips her knees and pops her hips to send Her Ladyship up, over, and back with a crowd-popping, ring-rattling T-Bone Suplex.
T-BONE SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mkwJ5oECHFc
The ragdolled champion lands hard on the back of her head and neck. Alexis maintains her hold on Fiona rolls through with the impact, coming out the other end of the tumble laying across her opponent’s chest and with a leg already hooked for the pin.
“Give my regards to Portia,” the Filipina quietly mutters as referee Nick Castle drops down to count out the last three seconds of Waterford’s title reign, and possibly her entire career.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOO!
Fiona shoves a shoulder up. It’s no more than an inch or two off the canvas, but the watchful eye of Castle keeps Waterford a champion for the time being. Alexis takes a mere moment to show her frustration, but feeling Her Ladyship crumbling under the corporate power of Suguitan Inc., the Filipina immediately gets back to work, shoving Waterford through a roll to her chest and latching onto the left leg of the champ.
Knotting the limb with her own and tugging the stem toward her, Alexis works her Calf Killer to perfection, Fiona howling in pain, yanking at her long dark locks to spread the pain, shaking her head wildly to confirm to Castle and herself she won’t give in…she can’t.
Calf Killer (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMogBKtnEpI )
Fiona’s open palm hovers over the canvas and the crowd urges her on, chanting “TAP…TAP…TAP.”
As if it’s as much to deny the commoners as save her reign, the Duchess curls her fingers and digs into the deck, pulling her Asian attacker with her several feet to the safety of the ropes, again grasping the bottom one tightly and squealing for release. Alexis gives her grip up after an agonizing count to ‘FOUR’.
A snarling Suguitan rises, lifting her arms in the international symbol for a clean break. Meanwhile, a mewling Waterford’s had enough. She slides out under the ropes and drops to the floor, limping down the length of the ring and back, muttering to herself, the question as to whether Alexis is getting in the champ’s head arising in many a FAWNatic.
An impatient Lexy moves to the ropes and kicks the bottom cable.
“C’mon, granny. Time to come back for more of your ass kicking.”
“It’s grande dame, whelp,” Waterford responds. “And remember, there’s a reason I’m a legend and you’re most definitely not.”
Suguitan, not wanting to risk taking a title tilt to the outside, backs off several steps and bids the royal in with a welcoming curtsy. A flushed and furious Fee snorts at the offer. She hops to the apron and slowly, carefully slips a front leg through, all the while demanding Castle keep the challenger at bay. Nick does his best and Fiona reenters with the official between the combatants.
Suddenly, Her Ladyship shoves Castle to the side to attack, but Suguitan is ready, thrusting a toe kick deep into the flat tummy of the ageless wonder. The challenger tugs the head of the bent Waterford between her legs and wraps her arms around the quivering belly of the Brit. With relative ease, the Filipina Phenom launches Her Ladyship in a front flip up her frame, placing the disheveled Englishwoman in a seat on her shoulders.
Pivoting, Alexis rumbles toward the far corner with Lady Fiona on her unwanted throne. From a few feet out, the copper-skinned grappler tosses Waterford out into the ether before the royal’s spine SLAMS into the corner with a Bucklebomb.
Bucklebomb (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a095vMnpvVY )
Fiona leans heavily into the buckles, looking more than a bit shellshocked. A glistening Alexis scoops Waterford up under her thighs and places the champ in a seated position on the top. Fee sways from side to side, appearing ready to tip at any moment. The former second-in-command at VB&A lifts Fiona’s legs, turning as she slides between them. Striding away from the corner, Suguitan draws the Brit from her seat and Waterford is soon trailing down the back of the Phenom.
Arms locked around Fee’s lower legs to keep her secured, Alexis moves to the middle and heaves Fiona up and over RAMMING her face and chest-first into the deck with an Inverted Alabama Slam.
Inverted Alabama Slam (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4bIIRGta7Y )
The impact is so harsh, even the crowd groans in sympathy with the echoing impact, and a moaning Fiona slops to her back, dark eyes glazed, looking much like a woman who’s met her New Era kryptonite.
Perhaps surprisingly, the CEO of Suguitan, Inc. snatches a wrist and tries to tug Lady Waterford to her feet. It’s an exercise in moving a deadweight ragdoll at first, but eventually Alexis gets the champ on unsteady legs. She aims the Duchess at a near corner and flings the Brit into the buckles, Fiona turning and SLAMMING in hard. She bounces toward the approaching Alexis who, with a wicked Yakuza Kick, sends Waterford backpedaling in a return trip to the buckles, hitting and sliding to the canvas, ending seated with legs extended, head bobbling.
Settling close, Alexis lifts her right boot and blasts away at Waterford’s chest until Fiona is a droopy-lidded shell, hardly reacting to the beatdown, Suguitan’s revised Slut Stomp leaving Waterford slack when she finishes after a full ten-spot.
Alexis lovingly loiters over the demolished Fiona, raising her tawny arms high and wide as she plays to the cheering fans.
“Take Her Ladyship away from British opponents and see what happens?” she shouts.
The Filipina Phenom grabs Waterford by both ankles and draws her to center stage where she drops the lifeless lower limbs of the Englishwoman. Suguitan moves beside the champion and places a knee onto the cleft of the demolished Duchess, counting out Nick’s slaps of the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Somehow, Waterford shudders to life, lifting a shoulder from under the immodest pin and spilling Alexis to all fours in a cross body straddle over her foe. The stubborn Brit lifts a knee and drives it into the exotique’s right rib cage, drawing a gasp of pain from the challenger. She delivers another and another, convincing Suguitan to push to her feet and back away, wrapping an enveloping arm around the aching midriff.
“Why won’t you just die already?” Alexis mutters to herself through a wince.
She moves to collect a stirring Waterford, reaching a set of fingers to grab a handful of dark locks and yank Fiona up for more punishment when Her Ladyship seizes Alexis’ proffered wrist and kicks out one of her foe’s ankles to jerk the CEO down, the veteran quickly wrapping Sugutian in a tight small package for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Alexis squirms frantically through…THREE!
She immediately breaks free afterward and scrambles to her feet looking pensively at Castle who confirms her worst nightmare. Nick turns to the timekeeper and signals his decision while an exhausted Fiona spreads in a weary but pleased starfish.
The announcer makes it official as a distraught Alexis drops to her haunches, sweeping her fingers through her long ebony locks as she gazes heavenward.
“Your winner…and STILL FAWN Eurasian champion…LADY FIONA WATERFORD!”
The crowd drowns the arena in boos as the Duchess crawls to the ropes and uses them to find a seat, leaning against the cables with a ‘cheshire cat’ grin. One arm raised, she calls for and receives her belt through the ropes from a FAWN flunky. She hugs it close while still reclining against the strands.
A few feet away in the center of the ring, Alexis remains kneeling, her trembling hands balled into fists atop her bronzed thighs and her gaze now directed downwards at the spot where she had been flash-pinned one, two, three. She bites down on her bottom lip to keep it from quivering and squeezes her eyes shut, struggling against the disappointment and the emotions welling up inside her. A couple of seconds later, the referee comes over to lay a comforting hand on her shoulder, and to his surprise, Suguitan doesn’t bat it away.
“I had it… I finally had it. I could practically hear the announcer call my name… feel the grainy texture of the leather in my hands… TASTE the gold on my lips as I kissed that face plate… I was so close… so FUCKING close…” Alexis bitterly groans without turning to look at the man. “...and then it slipped right through my fingers. This one hurts, Castle. This one really hurts…”
Nick crouches down to eye level with the forlorn wrestler and reassures, “I know, Alexis. But there’ll be other ones. There always are.”
The CEO of Suguitan, Inc. needs a few more seconds to master herself after her failed conquest of Lady Fiona’s kingdom. After one big breath and one heavy sigh, however, Alexis feels much more like her usual self, the proud and swaggering Penthouse Panther that the FAWNatics -- against all odds -- had grown to love. Suguitan pushes to her feet, her haughty smirk restored as if it had never left in the first place, then she spins on her heels and makes a beeline for Waterford.
Still leaning against the ropes to recover after a grueling battle, Fiona clutches her belt closer to her chest and every muscle in her body tenses in alarm as Alexis stomps towards her. The Filipina Phenom rolls up a ball of saliva and phlegm in the back of her throat, and Waterford flinches and turns her head to one side as Suguitan rears back and spits…
...right on the golden plate of the EurAsian championship belt.
Alexis takes another step forward then reaches out and vigorously rubs her forearm against the wet spot, giving her best spit-shine to the gilded strap that had nearly been hers.
“Keep it nice and shiny for me, wouldja Fee?” she snarls at the Duchess. “I’ll be coming again. Real soon.”
Having said her piece and confident that the brass would honor her demand for a mulligan, Suguitan turns away, slipping out to the floor on the opposite side of the ring and leaving a visibly shaken Fiona still braced against the ropes. As she watches the Penthouse Panther stalk back up the entrance ramp, Her Ladyship’s thoughts drift towards her own ascension to EurAsian champion -- how she had come so tantalizingly close on her first unsuccessful challenge, only to decisively dethrone Amara Singh in the rematch. Moments later, her mind’s eye is filled with the indelible image of a near-comatose Portia Van Buren being driven out in an ambulance.
Fiona can’t help but imagine herself suffering a similar fate, and something inside her snaps.
She suddenly wheels about towards the referee and delivers a royal boot to the crown jewels to preemptively take Nick Castle out of the equation, then the Duchess slides out of the ring and sprints after her most recently dispatched opponent. The crowd is still too stunned to raise the alarm, and Alexis is caught totally unaware when Fiona smashes the face plate of the EurAsian belt into the base of her skull.
Suguitan’s vision explodes into stars as she crumples forward to hands and knees in the middle of the entrance ramp. She tries to force herself back up, but her attempt is immediately foiled when Waterford plants a foot on the back of her head to deliver a vicious Curb Stomp. The impact against the unforgiving steel grate finishes what the cheap shot started, rendering Alexis as limp as a wet noodle. Her Ladyship still isn’t satisfied, however, so she kneels down and grabs a handful of dark hair to lift up Suguitan’s lolling head.
“Take a good look, dearheart,” Fiona growls while holding her prized strap inches in front of the Filipina’s nose. “This is as close as you’ll EVER get to MY belt.”
With the insensate CEO unable to manage a response or muster a defense, Waterford stands to her full height, looping her right hand through the buckle at one end of the belt. She delivers a hateful lash to Suguitan’s exposed back, the golden face plate adding even more bite to the blow, and that violently rouses Alexis back to alertness with an anguished scream. The FAWNatics finally find their voices again and they try to drown the Duchess in a tidal wave of boos, but their vitriol only adds more fuel to the fire as Fiona strikes again and again, every impact of metal against flesh eliciting a high-pitched shriek from the beleaguered Filipina and raising splotchy black-and-blue bruises on her back.
“IS THIS NOT WHAT YOU WANTED, WHELP?!” Waterford screams. “THE FEELING OF LEATHER AND GOLD ON YOUR SKIN?!”
The teary-eyed Penthouse Panther attempts to crawl the remaining distance of the entrance ramp, hoping that she would somehow find safety backstage, but forward progress is slow, and after just a couple of feet, she succumbs to the withering barrage. Unable to go any further, she curls into a fetal ball with her head cradled in her arms, sobbing piteously as Fiona continues to heartlessly whip at her.
“Give my regards to Portia,” Waterford coldly sneers, a reprise of Suguitan’s words from earlier and an ominous sign of her intentions as she continues the deplorable assault.
Her Ladyship is so preoccupied, however, that she fails to notice both the eruption of cheers from the packed arena and the quickening, metallic clack, clack, clack, clack, clack of rapidly approaching footsteps. Fiona’s in the middle of bringing the belt down on one face of the New Era when she’s nearly cut in half and driven to the deck by another, courtesy of a Spear from Camille Cosworth.
CAMILLE COSWORTH
Now sporting a bandage across her forehead thanks to her earlier match against Celia Blassenville, Camille rolls onto her back after the impact and groans. Already running on fumes near the end of her battle with Blassenville, it takes nearly everything she has to simply run out and save Alexis from the suddenly cruel and unhinged EurAsian champion. Nevertheless, she still manages to be the first of the trio of brunettes to regain her feet, and she staggers over to the downed Suguitan.
“C’mon Lex, we… we gotta… gotta go…” Cosworth groans as she grabs an arm and tries to drag the Penthouse Panther backstage.
Had she been fresh, the Girl of Tomorrow could have effortlessly slung Alexis over a shoulder and beaten a hasty retreat, but after the hellacious punishment she had absorbed earlier in the evening, she finds it nigh impossible to even peel the Filipina off the ground.
“Get up, Alexis… now!” Camille grunts urgently as she spots Waterford starting to regain her senses a few feet away.
“Cos… Cosworth? What… what are you doing here?” Alexis weakly mutters while forcing herself upright before collapsing again after a couple of faltering steps.
“Ronnie’s… Ronnie’s in a bad way… so it’s up to me to s-save --”
Cosworth has to cut her explanation short when an absolutely furious Fiona stalks towards them at the top of the walkway. She lets go of Suguitan’s arm and runs at Waterford again to attempt a second Spear, but in her sorry state her vaunted speed is greatly reduced and she has already lost the element of surprise. Before Camille can launch, the Duchess stops her in her tracks and doubles her over with a stiff Snap Kick to the gut. Fiona quickly traps the interloper’s head in a tight Front Facelock, dips her head under Cosworth’s right arm, and grabs a handful of trunks while laying out to violently send the other wrestler up and over with a Snap Suplex onto the unpadded steel of the entrance ramp.
SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_4XqYidBUQ
Upon impact, Camille screams a scream that could wake the dead, twisting and arching her back in a tortured spasm as she presses a hand to her lower spine. The Girl of Tomorrow was already in poor condition after suffering a Powerbomb onto the ring apron at Celia’s hands, and Fiona’s suplex seems to be the final straw. The FAWNatics abruptly stop booing Lady Waterford, and a concerned murmur ripples through the crowd.
The Duchess is slow to rise as well, having also taken a rough landing on the steel, though not nearly as debilitating as the one absorbed by the would-be rescuer. By the time Fiona gets to her feet a dozen seconds later, she’s just in time to see Alexis slither through the curtains at the top of the ramp, wounded but still alive to fight another day. With the primary focus of her ire having escaped, Waterford’s still-boiling anger finds a new target in the meddling Girl of Tomorrow.
Her Ladyship stomps her way over to the prone wrestler, delivering a kick to the head along the way to ensure zero resistance from her prey. She collects Camille’s ankles and steps through those parted legs with one of her own.
“No… No, Fiona… Don’t…” Cosworth weakly protests as she raises a pleading hand, but her words fall on deaf ears and a callous heart, and Waterford crosses her ankles, steps over to turn her onto her stomach, and drops into a deep crouch.
The Girl of Tomorrow cries out a wordless, bone-chilling screech as everything from her knees to her thighs to her hips to her spine to her abdomen is set ablaze with pain. Almost immediately she begins wildly and desperately slapping her hand against the ramp, hoping her act of supplication would sate Fiona’s bloodlust, but this too goes ignored. If anything, it seems to only further enrage the Duchess. Waterford lays all the way back so that her own shoulders are on the ground, thus completing her Tower Bridge and putting sickening pressure on the trapped wrestler’s already wounded spine.
TOWER BRIDGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XATvNVndh2I
“FIONA, PLEASE! YOU’RE HURTING ME!” Camille shrieks, moments before she feels something in her lower back give out. “ARRRGGGHHH GAAAAWWWWD NOOOOOOO!”
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, a horde of referees, EMTs, and security personnel rush onto the scene, as a very concerned-looking Alexis waves them on while she holds open the curtain at the top of the ramp. It takes another ten seconds and the combined efforts of three men to forcibly pry Her Ladyship away from the wreckage of Camille Cosworth, though it appears the damage has already been done.
“I CAN’T FEEL MY LEGS! I CAN’T FEEL MY LEGS!” the Girl of Tomorrow wails to the medical team as they load her onto a stretcher, then the anguish and terror quickly give way to despondent despair when the gravity of the situation sinks in, and her screams turn to sobs. “No… Oh God, no… I can’t… I can’t feel my legs…”
Cosworth covers her face with both hands, her shoulders heaving and shaking as her sobs further degenerate into wordless blubbering, and then the EMTs wheel her out through the curtains to stunned silence from the FAWNatics.
Meanwhile, Fiona has managed to mostly regain her detached, aristocratic cool. She brushes a few sweat-soaked locks out of her face, then demands a microphone and her title belt, though for the time being she only receives dirty looks from everyone around her. Her Ladyship repeats her demand, louder and angrier than before, and still no one moves, so she elbows her way free of the cadre of people surrounding her and goes to retrieve the EurAsian championship belt from where she had dropped it.
“THIS IS MINE,” Fiona shouts to compensate for her lack of microphone while she holds up her strap. “OLD SCHOOL OR NEW ERA, EUROPEAN OR ASIAN, THERE IS NOT A SINGLE ONE OF YOU WHO CAN TAKE THIS FROM ME. I AM TIMELESS. I AM PEERLESS. I AM THE CHAMPION UNTIL THE DAY I RETIRE.”
Message delivered, Waterford slings the belt over a shoulder and saunters to the back.
However, after a string of Brits had failed to upend the current EurAsian champion, the powers that be decided the native of Manilla would be the woman from the East end of the eligible continents to provide a different look and challenge for Fiona.
So the copper-skinned exotique finds herself waiting at the “gorilla position”, bouncing from one foot to another, battle gear perfectly positioned on her flawless form. All that’s left for the challenger is to come through in the clutch with a title on the line. After all, while being the woman who’d retired Portia VanBuren would give her a career an ever-present gold star, inevitably the FAWNatics would want to know what she’d done for them lately.
As the crowd is plunged into darkness, Suguitan can feel her heart nearly beat out of her chest with the chance to take down another icon and with it, garner her first title.
The FAWNtron shows a quickly shifting montage of metropolitan skylines from around the world; Chicago, New York, London, Paris, Sydney, Los Angeles, Rio and ultimately Orlando, with the FAWN arena on prominent display. The speakers kick in as those assembled cheer long and loud, the volume of the former more than loud enough to make sure everyone hears 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 returns in time with the first verse, revealing that each side of the ramp is lined with half a dozen burly secret services types in black suits. Backs to the roaring throng, they keep their eyes trained on the entryway, where the usual curtain has 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.
The CEO of $uguitan Incorporated kicks the doors off their hinges and storms into view with her arms raised high, a war cry emanating from her lips. Surprised by the show of emotion from the usually icy Penthouse Panther, the FAWNatics offer up even more manmade thunder when Alexis raises an index finger to the rafters, then brings both hands to her waist and ‘straps’ an invisible belt in place. Grinning at the emphatic response, Alexis locks her eyes on the ring and starts down the aisle as the ring announcer intercedes.
ALEXIS SUGUITAN
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for The EurAsian championship. Introducing…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; she is ALEXIS SUGUITAAAAAAAAN!”
For tonight’s high stakes battle, the CEO sports a gleaming white two piece that almost glows against the mellow copper of her complexion. The pro-style trappings continue with matching knee-pads and shin-high boots, the former adorned with the same stylized $ seen on the double doors. Last but not least is a voluminous sleeveless mink coat, an accessory that would look just as appropriate at a red carpet premiere or adorning the shoulders of some warrior queen as she strides into battle.
Breaking from a recent tradition of extending hands to fans on both sides of the aisle, Suguitan is all business and ascends the ring steps when reaching the end of the aisle. Alexis slips through the ropes and claims the center of the ring as her own, offering senior official Nick Castle her arms and legs for the usual check.
Nick does so, then carefully slips the mink off one shoulder and the other at Alexis’ urging. Its absence reveals 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 burns brighter than Van Buren’s, or anyone else’s for that matter, Alexis slips off her shades, hands them to Castle, and backs into her home corner to await the champion.
With the Phenom situated in the battle zone, the booming orchestral chords of the champion’s entrance music spreads through the arena ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDI9HuVduDI&feature=related ) heralding the former Intercontinental and Lightweight champion and now Eurasian title holder.
Looking simultaneously threatening and glorious, gaudy gold belt around her waist, Her Ladyship strides to center stage, the mixed response of some previous matches long gone, the FAWNatics clearly turning against the Duchess.
Even without any hint of support, Fiona is resplendent; the long-time veteran of wars inside and outside FAWN ready to lay low one of the harbingers of the so-called New Era. The Englishwoman reviews the boisterous crowd with disdain and imperial arrogance. She starts down the ramp as the ring announcer makes her arrival an official one.
FIONA WATERFORD
“And her opponent…from Finsbury Park, London, England, standing 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighing in at 8 stone 13… the Duchess of East Anglia and FAWN’s Eurasian champion…Lady Fiona Waterford.”
The athletic build of the Englishwoman remains very much appreciated, a deal with the devil having been struck to keep Waterford in a condition women half her age would be green with envy over. Her regal beauty is accentuated by a striking midnight blue lace set of bra and panties with red bows on either hip and a royal coat of arms on her taut bum (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_coat_of_arms_of_the_United_Kingdom ). The attire leaves just the right amount to the imagination, which in this case is little. As a perfect bit of flair, red fishnet stockings reach up from midnight blue boots, red garters ending the stockings at mid-thigh.
Reaching the ring, Fiona climbs the steps and slides through the ropes to join her latest challenger. Once in, Waterford unstraps her belt and raises it overhead then pushes it toward her foe for a better look. With her opposite hand, she raises a microphone to her lips.
“Am I to be impressed you rid FAWN of a skeletal Daddy’s Girl like Portia VanBuren?”
Waterford chuckles. “She can’t compare to wrestling royalty. And neither can you my dear. I won’t be the first to humble you, but you will remember me as the most thorough.”
The FAWNatics strongly disagree, Suguitan perfectly fine in playing the ‘I kicked Portia out of FAWN’ card as far as they seem concerned. Nevertheless, a cheery Waterford moves to the ropes and hands off both the microphone and her belt to a FAWN flunky before making her way to the corner opposite the CEO.
As soon as the bell rings, Alexis explodes from her corner as if shot out of a cannon. The challenger barrels into the champion with a brawny Elbow and Collar tie-up, and while Lady Fiona manages to splay her legs out behind her and stem the tide initially, she soon finds herself ceding ground despite her best efforts. Ten pounds heavier by mass and fifteen years lighter by age, Suguitan leverages those advantages to power the Duchess back into a corner, earning a few impressed murmurs from the crowd who are appreciative of the show of strength.
Waterford is understandably less enthused about being woman-handled, and as soon as her back touches the turnbuckles, she barks at Nick and demands that the referee enforce a rope break. It turns out to be unnecessary as Alexis voluntarily relents, releasing her grips and holding her hands in the air with palms facing outwards. The Penthouse Panther retreats a couple of steps, but it’s only to get enough elbow room for the windup as she promptly brings her right hand down in a cracking chop across the top of Fiona’s royal cleavage.
The champion yips in displeasure as she shields her bosom with both forearms, and in doing so she leaves her hair unprotected. Suguitan quickly fills her claws with Waterford’s dark locks, earning herself an immediate reprimand from the official which she blithely ignores when she uses the Hair-Hold to sling the Duchess from the corner to the center of the ring.
HAIR-MARE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=teZRFwbHZZU
Fiona lands roughly on her chest after the Hair-Mare, and she goes along with the momentum to roll out onto the apron. With the help of the ropes, she regains her feet just in time Alexis leaping at her, right arm cocked back and ready to strike. Waterford raises a protective hand, but she’s only partially successful in blocking the Forearm Smash that Suguitan drives into the side of her head, knocking her from the apron to the floor and drawing a pop from the audience.
Alexis smells blood already, and despite not being known for her aerial acumen, she seems ready to hurl herself out of the ring and crush her opponent beneath her frame. Flight plans are canceled, however, when Castle worms his way in front of her to deliver a warning about attacking an opponent in the ropes as she had just done. The opportunity lost for the time being, Suguitan settles for prowling the center of the squared circle, staring holes at Waterford and daring the Duchess to re-enter the field of battle.
“Lookin’ old, Fee,” Alexis shouts at the scowling champion out on the floor. “Time to hand over that belt and retire to the nearest bingo hall.”
Fiona forces a smile onto her face that doesn’t quite reach her eyes as she climbs back onto the apron. This time, Nick succeeds in keeping the challenger at a distance.
“Child, I was here before you, and I will be here after you,” Waterford retorts, haughty as ever. “The sun shall never set on my empire.”
With that, the Duchess rejoins the fray, stepping one leg through the top and middle ropes followed by the other. Fueled by the tempestuousness of youth and the desire to finally, finally wear championship gold around her waist, Alexis charges at Her Ladyship once more.
This time, however, the wily Waterford is prepared.
She drops herself down to the mat just moments before Suguitan can run her through with a massive Shoulder Tackle, and she simultaneously threads her calves around the Penthouse Panther’s ankles. Suddenly tripped up by the duplicitous Drop Toe Hold, Alexis pitches forward in an ungainly manner and hits her throat across the middle rope, leaving her choking and gagging, thus she can muster little resistance when Fiona corrals her by the boots and drags her back to the center of the ring.
Determined to turn back the hands of time, Waterford goes for an early application of her Tower Bridge in order to bring an end to the latest threat to her empire. Holding the Filipina’s legs in a vertical V, Fiona steps through with one leg of her own before crossing Suguitan’s ankles and collecting them under her right arm. Set up for the Sharpshooter complete, the Duchess steps over with her free leg to turn Alexis face down against the canvas, and then the champion sinks into a deep crouch to turn up the pressure on the thighs and spine of her latest challenger.
TOWER BRIDGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pl0rRoR8kZc
Suguitan howls in misery, and referee Nick Castle immediately offers her the chance to call it quits on her latest title challenge, though Alexis remains obstinate in her refusal. She scrabbles and claws against the mat, slowly but surely dragging her way towards the edge of the ring for a rope break. Fiona sees the jailbreak in progress, though she does not have the proper footing to pull her opponent back towards the center. Instead, she settles for crouching down even further, and when that still doesn’t earn a submission, she tries to lean all the way back to the canvas to fully complete the Tower Bridge that had made a mewling mess out of Elizabeth Cromwell just a month ago.
Unlike Elizabeth, however, the Penthouse Panther is a certified powerhouse. When Fiona tries to fold her latest challenger in half, she finds that she can’t. Flexing and tensing her hips and thighs with all her might, Suguitan stymies her opponent’s efforts, and then with a roar and a final, explosive push, Alexis crunches her waist and straightens her legs. Waterford is sent flying a couple of feet away as Suguitan powers her way out of the submission hold, and the EurAsian champion can’t quite keep the look of shock off her face as she glances back at the Filipina.
Alexis pivots to her haunches as she rubs the stiffness out of her thighs and lower back, then she sneers, “Too big. Too strong. Too good.”
“I believe you’re the one on your knees,” Fiona retorts as she turns and faces down her foe. “And I have a feeling you’re used to being there. Are you not?”
Suguitan scowls at Lady Waterford. She desperately wants to hop right up and proves she’s fine, but it’s a struggle to reach vertical after being trapped in the Tower. Nevertheless, the copper-skinned beauty pushes there in time to meet a charging champion.
She plants on one of the aching legs and shoots out a side kick toward the flat tummy of the fortysomething, but the veteran catches the boot before it can gut her. Snatching it around the ankle with both hands, Her Ladyship lifts the limb high, leaving a worried looking Alexis hopping on her planted stem.
“Too overconfident,” a smirking Fiona snarkily adds to the Filipina’s ‘too’ list.
The bronzed beauty doesn’t retort verbally, instead leaping off her free foot and swinging the left leg up and around to ‘clack’ it off Waterford’s right temple with a powerful enzuigiri kick that knocks the Grande Dame of women’s wrestling on her bum.
A seated Fiona’s dark eyes blink wide and she shakes her head to rattle some senses back into place. Meanwhile, Suguitan is already on her knees next to the dazed Duchess. Alexis NAILS her foe’s jaw with a forearm shot that sends Her Ladyship pinwheeling to her chest, Fiona massaging her mandible between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand.
The Phenom takes a forward-facing seat on the pits of Fiona’s knees. She sends a pair of wicked slaps into the royal’s sides that cleverly and reflexively draw back both hands of the champion. Alexis snatches both arms at the wrists. With her ‘handles’ in place, Suguitan extends her legs, crossing her feet under the chin of the captured Waterford and yaaanks back on the arms with a supple surfboard that has the crowd applauding in appreciation and Lady Fiona grunting and mewling when Alexis tries to pull her foe’s arms out at the socket.
Castle drops to all fours in front of Fiona’s face, nice and close since Waterford can’t slap the taste out of his mouth for asking if she wants to hand her belt over to Suguitan. Nick doesn’t get quite that straightforward in his questioning, instead inquiring if Fee wants to quit. The champion shakes her head forcefully and Castle signals to the timekeeper accordingly.
The flawless Filipina hardly seems to mind and she leeeeans even further back, putting more strain on Waterford’s stretched guns and increasingly curled spine, Her Ladyship’s top pressed to keep her ‘quality’ in place.
“QUIT,” Alexis demands, but she only gets a growl in return and it’s enough for the CEO to decide Waterford isn’t ready to shuffle into retirement just yet. Unlocking her legs from under Fiona’s chin, Suguitan rises to her feet while keeping Her Ladyship’s arms elongated behind her. The many-times challenger but never champion, places a boot behind Fiona’s braincase as Alexis pulls her foe’s head up and back.
“No…no…no,” the royal bleats nervously, knowing what Alexis has in mind.
“I think, yes,” the ferocious Filipina responds, curbstomping Fiona’s features into the unforgiving deck, Waterford’s head bouncing off the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Having released the arms of the Duchess, the gorgeous grappler takes a sidle around the moaning champion, Fee’s hands pressed to her face, the Brit nasally cursing into her palms, threatening the challenger, unconcerned about any repercussions. But when Fiona adds a mention about Alexis’ penchant for being a bridesmaid in title matches, a series of enraged stomps to spine and ribs ensues that is long enough and thorough enough for Fiona to be officially considered a mudhole afterward.
“Too big. Too strong. Too good. You old bat,” Suguitan reminds the only woman on the FAWN roster who could seemingly defy Father Time.
With Waterford properly subdued, Alexis dips and grabs the Englishwoman by a wrist and shoulder and drags the Duchess to wobbly feet. She faces off with the champion and paintbrushes the left cheek of Her Ladyship, snapping Waterford’s head to the side on a swivel.
It shouldn’t be a surprise when Fiona responds with a solid forearm to Suguitan’s chops in return, nearly knocking the CEO on her ass. After a couple back steps, Lexy collects her balance and surges forward to throw a right cross, only to have Fiona block it with a forearm and feed one of her own to the Filipina’s kisser.
Alexis’ arms pinwheel to keep her upright. She manages to stay vertical but suffers for it when Lady Fiona jabs her foe’s bronzed belly with a toe kick. Waterford tugs Suguitan’s lowered head into a front facelock and Fee slips her head under a limp arm of the challenger. Ready to rip, the veteran buggywhips her bigger, younger foe over at mach speed with a precise snap suplex.
Snap Suplex (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_4XqYidBUQ )
The wincing challenger climbs to her feet almost immediately, wanting to show the harsh landing hasn’t affected her, but she turns and walks into another face lock and pays with a second snap, from which she’s much slower to ascend. Still Lexy does rise, if painfully, only for the champion to dip and collect the Filipina Phenom in a fireman’s carry, ready to send Alexis into a Waking Nightmare.
Waking Nightmare (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4OCCuWlEcvU ) @ 00:14
But before Fiona can flip her foe off to the side and send her tumbling to a nasty neckbreaker, Alexis cranks a half dozen pointed elbows into Fiona’s temple. The copper-skinned grappler slides down Waterford’s back and instantly attacks. Fashioning her hands into a single shovel shape, the Filipina digs the cupped digits between Waterford’s thighs and, scooping into Fiona’s undercarriage, launches Her Ladyship up and over with a most unladylike Vagplex.
The female version of (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8eU75acLow )
The wide-eyed Duchess lands on the back of her skull and her shoulders with a ring-rattling collision, the momentum ladling her over another half-turn to her face and chest. To the roar of the crowd and a “That…Was…Awesome” chant, Alexis scrambles to Fiona’s side, uses a half-nelson to turn Waterford to her back and plants atop her in a lateral press, hooking the brunette’s far leg for a momentous…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The champion’s body spasms, perhaps out of nothing more than reflex to save her. Waterford flops to her chest and, not worrying about whether she’s appearing appropriately regal, scuttles across the canvas on her belly, trying to reach the ropes and slither out for a break before the CEO of Suguitan, Inc. can continue to steamroll.
Fiona only gets about halfway to safety before Alexis storms forward and snaps a kick at her upturned rump, splitting her thighs and hitting what might generously be called her tailbone. The shot stops Waterford in her tracks, and her predicament only gets worse from there when Suguitan drops to a seat atop her lower back. The Penthouse Panther interlocks her hands underneath the champion’s chin, then leans backwards to bend that royal spine into a painful looking arch.
Once more Castle kneels in front of the trapped Fiona to check for a submission, and once more the blue blood spurns his offer with some blue language. Not willing to hand over the keys to the kingdom just yet, Waterford digs her nails into the thighs framing her shoulders and carves parallel red tracks into the coppery skin, although all that earns her is a retaliatory swipe across the eyes.
“Hey, come on, Alexis! Knock it off!” the referee chides as he tries to keep the tactics on the up-and-up for a championship tilt.
No such luck, unfortunately, as Suguitan hooks a couple of fingers into either side of Fiona’s mouth and pulls back, forcing a grin from Glasgow onto the Duchess from East Anglia. That finally spurs Nick into a count, and Alexis relents at “FOUR!” to keep her golden dreams from ending in disqualification. The Filipina palms both hands against the back of Waterford’s skull and bounces the champion’s head against the mat like a basketball for a final, parting shot before rising up and walking away from the Camel Clutch.
Granted a reprieve, Fiona scampers the rest of the way to the edge of the ring and grasps the bottom rope with one hand while the other massages the back of her neck. She tunes out the fans who have thrown in their lots with Suguitan, then Waterford rises to her feet and stomps forward to meet the challenger. The deceptive Duchess feigns a kick to the groin, and as Alexis drops her hands to ward off one cheap shot, she leaves herself undefended against another when Fiona delivers a stiff-fingered thrust to her exposed windpipe.
While the Filipina Phenom wheezes for air, the official delivers a warning to the Duchess as stern as it is useless. Waterford flips the challenger over a shoulder and to the mat with a crisp Snapmare, and when Suguitan rebounds to a seat and moves her hands from her neck to her throbbing tailbone, she’s immediately met with a pair of Mongolian Chops to her clavicles. Suddenly not sure of which aching body part to tend to, Alexis presses one hand to the base of her spine while clasping the other aross her collarbone, which unfortunately leaves her no hands with which to protect herself against the stiff Soccer Kick that Fiona THWAPS into the space between her shoulderblades. The Penthouse Panther arches her back and roars in equal parts anger and anguish before she lays out on her back, giving the champion the opportunity to leap into the air and come down knees-first into Suguitan’s breadbasket.
Alexis seems spent after the Knee Drop finale to Fiona’s Sign of Four, crunching up briefly around her gutted abdomen before sinking back down with a groan. Her Ladyship shifts into a Schoolgirl Pin atop the challenger’s chest, and she victoriously pumps her fist in rhythm with Castle’s count of...
ONE!
TWO!
THR -- NO!
To the delight of the FAWNatics who are not yet ready to sell their stocks in Suguitan, Inc., Alexis musters the strength to roll onto her side, breaking the pin and sending Fiona into a tumbling, ungainly dismount. Even so, it’s Waterford who recovers first, making it fully upright while Suguitan has only managed to struggle to a kneeling position. Dark eyes flashing with anger, the Duchess steps forward and fires another Soccer Kick, this time her shin landing flush across the Filipina’s chest.
To champion’s surprise, Alexis absorbs the blow with nothing more than a hiss and a grimace, somehow managing to avoid being knocked flat on her back despite the Duchess putting her full force into the strike. A snarl twists her lips, and Fiona resets her stance before she fires another kick to the chest, and then another, and another, and another, the partisan crowd chanting “NO!” with each blow that lands.
NO! KICKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FAufH7tGpU
When the Penthouse Panther still refuses to go down after a set of five, however, Waterford’s patience wears thin. She aims her sixth kick at the side of the Filipina’s head, but the Duchess has gone to the well one too many times. Alexis raises a forearm to block the last blow, then she latches both hands around Fiona’s ankle to capture the extended limb.
“Too big… too strong…” Suguitan pants, holding on tight despite Waterford’s best efforts to pull her leg free.
A look of shock and concern flashes across Fiona’s face, and that seems to re-energize the challenger. The Filipina Phenom powers to a stand with the other wrestler’s trapped leg in tow, leaving the champion hopping about on one foot in an inversion of their situation from earlier in the match. Unlike Fiona, Alexis does not give her opponent the opportunity to counter with an Enzuigiri. Instead Suguitan simply reels in the Duchess for a belly-to-belly hug, one of her arms clasped over Waterford’s shoulder while the other cradles Fiona’s knee.
“Too good,” she hisses into the champion’s ear moments before she dips her knees and pops her hips to send Her Ladyship up, over, and back with a crowd-popping, ring-rattling T-Bone Suplex.
T-BONE SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mkwJ5oECHFc
The ragdolled champion lands hard on the back of her head and neck. Alexis maintains her hold on Fiona rolls through with the impact, coming out the other end of the tumble laying across her opponent’s chest and with a leg already hooked for the pin.
“Give my regards to Portia,” the Filipina quietly mutters as referee Nick Castle drops down to count out the last three seconds of Waterford’s title reign, and possibly her entire career.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOO!
Fiona shoves a shoulder up. It’s no more than an inch or two off the canvas, but the watchful eye of Castle keeps Waterford a champion for the time being. Alexis takes a mere moment to show her frustration, but feeling Her Ladyship crumbling under the corporate power of Suguitan Inc., the Filipina immediately gets back to work, shoving Waterford through a roll to her chest and latching onto the left leg of the champ.
Knotting the limb with her own and tugging the stem toward her, Alexis works her Calf Killer to perfection, Fiona howling in pain, yanking at her long dark locks to spread the pain, shaking her head wildly to confirm to Castle and herself she won’t give in…she can’t.
Calf Killer (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMogBKtnEpI )
Fiona’s open palm hovers over the canvas and the crowd urges her on, chanting “TAP…TAP…TAP.”
As if it’s as much to deny the commoners as save her reign, the Duchess curls her fingers and digs into the deck, pulling her Asian attacker with her several feet to the safety of the ropes, again grasping the bottom one tightly and squealing for release. Alexis gives her grip up after an agonizing count to ‘FOUR’.
A snarling Suguitan rises, lifting her arms in the international symbol for a clean break. Meanwhile, a mewling Waterford’s had enough. She slides out under the ropes and drops to the floor, limping down the length of the ring and back, muttering to herself, the question as to whether Alexis is getting in the champ’s head arising in many a FAWNatic.
An impatient Lexy moves to the ropes and kicks the bottom cable.
“C’mon, granny. Time to come back for more of your ass kicking.”
“It’s grande dame, whelp,” Waterford responds. “And remember, there’s a reason I’m a legend and you’re most definitely not.”
Suguitan, not wanting to risk taking a title tilt to the outside, backs off several steps and bids the royal in with a welcoming curtsy. A flushed and furious Fee snorts at the offer. She hops to the apron and slowly, carefully slips a front leg through, all the while demanding Castle keep the challenger at bay. Nick does his best and Fiona reenters with the official between the combatants.
Suddenly, Her Ladyship shoves Castle to the side to attack, but Suguitan is ready, thrusting a toe kick deep into the flat tummy of the ageless wonder. The challenger tugs the head of the bent Waterford between her legs and wraps her arms around the quivering belly of the Brit. With relative ease, the Filipina Phenom launches Her Ladyship in a front flip up her frame, placing the disheveled Englishwoman in a seat on her shoulders.
Pivoting, Alexis rumbles toward the far corner with Lady Fiona on her unwanted throne. From a few feet out, the copper-skinned grappler tosses Waterford out into the ether before the royal’s spine SLAMS into the corner with a Bucklebomb.
Bucklebomb (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a095vMnpvVY )
Fiona leans heavily into the buckles, looking more than a bit shellshocked. A glistening Alexis scoops Waterford up under her thighs and places the champ in a seated position on the top. Fee sways from side to side, appearing ready to tip at any moment. The former second-in-command at VB&A lifts Fiona’s legs, turning as she slides between them. Striding away from the corner, Suguitan draws the Brit from her seat and Waterford is soon trailing down the back of the Phenom.
Arms locked around Fee’s lower legs to keep her secured, Alexis moves to the middle and heaves Fiona up and over RAMMING her face and chest-first into the deck with an Inverted Alabama Slam.
Inverted Alabama Slam (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4bIIRGta7Y )
The impact is so harsh, even the crowd groans in sympathy with the echoing impact, and a moaning Fiona slops to her back, dark eyes glazed, looking much like a woman who’s met her New Era kryptonite.
Perhaps surprisingly, the CEO of Suguitan, Inc. snatches a wrist and tries to tug Lady Waterford to her feet. It’s an exercise in moving a deadweight ragdoll at first, but eventually Alexis gets the champ on unsteady legs. She aims the Duchess at a near corner and flings the Brit into the buckles, Fiona turning and SLAMMING in hard. She bounces toward the approaching Alexis who, with a wicked Yakuza Kick, sends Waterford backpedaling in a return trip to the buckles, hitting and sliding to the canvas, ending seated with legs extended, head bobbling.
Settling close, Alexis lifts her right boot and blasts away at Waterford’s chest until Fiona is a droopy-lidded shell, hardly reacting to the beatdown, Suguitan’s revised Slut Stomp leaving Waterford slack when she finishes after a full ten-spot.
Alexis lovingly loiters over the demolished Fiona, raising her tawny arms high and wide as she plays to the cheering fans.
“Take Her Ladyship away from British opponents and see what happens?” she shouts.
The Filipina Phenom grabs Waterford by both ankles and draws her to center stage where she drops the lifeless lower limbs of the Englishwoman. Suguitan moves beside the champion and places a knee onto the cleft of the demolished Duchess, counting out Nick’s slaps of the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Somehow, Waterford shudders to life, lifting a shoulder from under the immodest pin and spilling Alexis to all fours in a cross body straddle over her foe. The stubborn Brit lifts a knee and drives it into the exotique’s right rib cage, drawing a gasp of pain from the challenger. She delivers another and another, convincing Suguitan to push to her feet and back away, wrapping an enveloping arm around the aching midriff.
“Why won’t you just die already?” Alexis mutters to herself through a wince.
She moves to collect a stirring Waterford, reaching a set of fingers to grab a handful of dark locks and yank Fiona up for more punishment when Her Ladyship seizes Alexis’ proffered wrist and kicks out one of her foe’s ankles to jerk the CEO down, the veteran quickly wrapping Sugutian in a tight small package for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Alexis squirms frantically through…THREE!
She immediately breaks free afterward and scrambles to her feet looking pensively at Castle who confirms her worst nightmare. Nick turns to the timekeeper and signals his decision while an exhausted Fiona spreads in a weary but pleased starfish.
The announcer makes it official as a distraught Alexis drops to her haunches, sweeping her fingers through her long ebony locks as she gazes heavenward.
“Your winner…and STILL FAWN Eurasian champion…LADY FIONA WATERFORD!”
The crowd drowns the arena in boos as the Duchess crawls to the ropes and uses them to find a seat, leaning against the cables with a ‘cheshire cat’ grin. One arm raised, she calls for and receives her belt through the ropes from a FAWN flunky. She hugs it close while still reclining against the strands.
A few feet away in the center of the ring, Alexis remains kneeling, her trembling hands balled into fists atop her bronzed thighs and her gaze now directed downwards at the spot where she had been flash-pinned one, two, three. She bites down on her bottom lip to keep it from quivering and squeezes her eyes shut, struggling against the disappointment and the emotions welling up inside her. A couple of seconds later, the referee comes over to lay a comforting hand on her shoulder, and to his surprise, Suguitan doesn’t bat it away.
“I had it… I finally had it. I could practically hear the announcer call my name… feel the grainy texture of the leather in my hands… TASTE the gold on my lips as I kissed that face plate… I was so close… so FUCKING close…” Alexis bitterly groans without turning to look at the man. “...and then it slipped right through my fingers. This one hurts, Castle. This one really hurts…”
Nick crouches down to eye level with the forlorn wrestler and reassures, “I know, Alexis. But there’ll be other ones. There always are.”
The CEO of Suguitan, Inc. needs a few more seconds to master herself after her failed conquest of Lady Fiona’s kingdom. After one big breath and one heavy sigh, however, Alexis feels much more like her usual self, the proud and swaggering Penthouse Panther that the FAWNatics -- against all odds -- had grown to love. Suguitan pushes to her feet, her haughty smirk restored as if it had never left in the first place, then she spins on her heels and makes a beeline for Waterford.
Still leaning against the ropes to recover after a grueling battle, Fiona clutches her belt closer to her chest and every muscle in her body tenses in alarm as Alexis stomps towards her. The Filipina Phenom rolls up a ball of saliva and phlegm in the back of her throat, and Waterford flinches and turns her head to one side as Suguitan rears back and spits…
...right on the golden plate of the EurAsian championship belt.
Alexis takes another step forward then reaches out and vigorously rubs her forearm against the wet spot, giving her best spit-shine to the gilded strap that had nearly been hers.
“Keep it nice and shiny for me, wouldja Fee?” she snarls at the Duchess. “I’ll be coming again. Real soon.”
Having said her piece and confident that the brass would honor her demand for a mulligan, Suguitan turns away, slipping out to the floor on the opposite side of the ring and leaving a visibly shaken Fiona still braced against the ropes. As she watches the Penthouse Panther stalk back up the entrance ramp, Her Ladyship’s thoughts drift towards her own ascension to EurAsian champion -- how she had come so tantalizingly close on her first unsuccessful challenge, only to decisively dethrone Amara Singh in the rematch. Moments later, her mind’s eye is filled with the indelible image of a near-comatose Portia Van Buren being driven out in an ambulance.
Fiona can’t help but imagine herself suffering a similar fate, and something inside her snaps.
She suddenly wheels about towards the referee and delivers a royal boot to the crown jewels to preemptively take Nick Castle out of the equation, then the Duchess slides out of the ring and sprints after her most recently dispatched opponent. The crowd is still too stunned to raise the alarm, and Alexis is caught totally unaware when Fiona smashes the face plate of the EurAsian belt into the base of her skull.
Suguitan’s vision explodes into stars as she crumples forward to hands and knees in the middle of the entrance ramp. She tries to force herself back up, but her attempt is immediately foiled when Waterford plants a foot on the back of her head to deliver a vicious Curb Stomp. The impact against the unforgiving steel grate finishes what the cheap shot started, rendering Alexis as limp as a wet noodle. Her Ladyship still isn’t satisfied, however, so she kneels down and grabs a handful of dark hair to lift up Suguitan’s lolling head.
“Take a good look, dearheart,” Fiona growls while holding her prized strap inches in front of the Filipina’s nose. “This is as close as you’ll EVER get to MY belt.”
With the insensate CEO unable to manage a response or muster a defense, Waterford stands to her full height, looping her right hand through the buckle at one end of the belt. She delivers a hateful lash to Suguitan’s exposed back, the golden face plate adding even more bite to the blow, and that violently rouses Alexis back to alertness with an anguished scream. The FAWNatics finally find their voices again and they try to drown the Duchess in a tidal wave of boos, but their vitriol only adds more fuel to the fire as Fiona strikes again and again, every impact of metal against flesh eliciting a high-pitched shriek from the beleaguered Filipina and raising splotchy black-and-blue bruises on her back.
“IS THIS NOT WHAT YOU WANTED, WHELP?!” Waterford screams. “THE FEELING OF LEATHER AND GOLD ON YOUR SKIN?!”
The teary-eyed Penthouse Panther attempts to crawl the remaining distance of the entrance ramp, hoping that she would somehow find safety backstage, but forward progress is slow, and after just a couple of feet, she succumbs to the withering barrage. Unable to go any further, she curls into a fetal ball with her head cradled in her arms, sobbing piteously as Fiona continues to heartlessly whip at her.
“Give my regards to Portia,” Waterford coldly sneers, a reprise of Suguitan’s words from earlier and an ominous sign of her intentions as she continues the deplorable assault.
Her Ladyship is so preoccupied, however, that she fails to notice both the eruption of cheers from the packed arena and the quickening, metallic clack, clack, clack, clack, clack of rapidly approaching footsteps. Fiona’s in the middle of bringing the belt down on one face of the New Era when she’s nearly cut in half and driven to the deck by another, courtesy of a Spear from Camille Cosworth.
CAMILLE COSWORTH
Now sporting a bandage across her forehead thanks to her earlier match against Celia Blassenville, Camille rolls onto her back after the impact and groans. Already running on fumes near the end of her battle with Blassenville, it takes nearly everything she has to simply run out and save Alexis from the suddenly cruel and unhinged EurAsian champion. Nevertheless, she still manages to be the first of the trio of brunettes to regain her feet, and she staggers over to the downed Suguitan.
“C’mon Lex, we… we gotta… gotta go…” Cosworth groans as she grabs an arm and tries to drag the Penthouse Panther backstage.
Had she been fresh, the Girl of Tomorrow could have effortlessly slung Alexis over a shoulder and beaten a hasty retreat, but after the hellacious punishment she had absorbed earlier in the evening, she finds it nigh impossible to even peel the Filipina off the ground.
“Get up, Alexis… now!” Camille grunts urgently as she spots Waterford starting to regain her senses a few feet away.
“Cos… Cosworth? What… what are you doing here?” Alexis weakly mutters while forcing herself upright before collapsing again after a couple of faltering steps.
“Ronnie’s… Ronnie’s in a bad way… so it’s up to me to s-save --”
Cosworth has to cut her explanation short when an absolutely furious Fiona stalks towards them at the top of the walkway. She lets go of Suguitan’s arm and runs at Waterford again to attempt a second Spear, but in her sorry state her vaunted speed is greatly reduced and she has already lost the element of surprise. Before Camille can launch, the Duchess stops her in her tracks and doubles her over with a stiff Snap Kick to the gut. Fiona quickly traps the interloper’s head in a tight Front Facelock, dips her head under Cosworth’s right arm, and grabs a handful of trunks while laying out to violently send the other wrestler up and over with a Snap Suplex onto the unpadded steel of the entrance ramp.
SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_4XqYidBUQ
Upon impact, Camille screams a scream that could wake the dead, twisting and arching her back in a tortured spasm as she presses a hand to her lower spine. The Girl of Tomorrow was already in poor condition after suffering a Powerbomb onto the ring apron at Celia’s hands, and Fiona’s suplex seems to be the final straw. The FAWNatics abruptly stop booing Lady Waterford, and a concerned murmur ripples through the crowd.
The Duchess is slow to rise as well, having also taken a rough landing on the steel, though not nearly as debilitating as the one absorbed by the would-be rescuer. By the time Fiona gets to her feet a dozen seconds later, she’s just in time to see Alexis slither through the curtains at the top of the ramp, wounded but still alive to fight another day. With the primary focus of her ire having escaped, Waterford’s still-boiling anger finds a new target in the meddling Girl of Tomorrow.
Her Ladyship stomps her way over to the prone wrestler, delivering a kick to the head along the way to ensure zero resistance from her prey. She collects Camille’s ankles and steps through those parted legs with one of her own.
“No… No, Fiona… Don’t…” Cosworth weakly protests as she raises a pleading hand, but her words fall on deaf ears and a callous heart, and Waterford crosses her ankles, steps over to turn her onto her stomach, and drops into a deep crouch.
The Girl of Tomorrow cries out a wordless, bone-chilling screech as everything from her knees to her thighs to her hips to her spine to her abdomen is set ablaze with pain. Almost immediately she begins wildly and desperately slapping her hand against the ramp, hoping her act of supplication would sate Fiona’s bloodlust, but this too goes ignored. If anything, it seems to only further enrage the Duchess. Waterford lays all the way back so that her own shoulders are on the ground, thus completing her Tower Bridge and putting sickening pressure on the trapped wrestler’s already wounded spine.
TOWER BRIDGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XATvNVndh2I
“FIONA, PLEASE! YOU’RE HURTING ME!” Camille shrieks, moments before she feels something in her lower back give out. “ARRRGGGHHH GAAAAWWWWD NOOOOOOO!”
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, a horde of referees, EMTs, and security personnel rush onto the scene, as a very concerned-looking Alexis waves them on while she holds open the curtain at the top of the ramp. It takes another ten seconds and the combined efforts of three men to forcibly pry Her Ladyship away from the wreckage of Camille Cosworth, though it appears the damage has already been done.
“I CAN’T FEEL MY LEGS! I CAN’T FEEL MY LEGS!” the Girl of Tomorrow wails to the medical team as they load her onto a stretcher, then the anguish and terror quickly give way to despondent despair when the gravity of the situation sinks in, and her screams turn to sobs. “No… Oh God, no… I can’t… I can’t feel my legs…”
Cosworth covers her face with both hands, her shoulders heaving and shaking as her sobs further degenerate into wordless blubbering, and then the EMTs wheel her out through the curtains to stunned silence from the FAWNatics.
Meanwhile, Fiona has managed to mostly regain her detached, aristocratic cool. She brushes a few sweat-soaked locks out of her face, then demands a microphone and her title belt, though for the time being she only receives dirty looks from everyone around her. Her Ladyship repeats her demand, louder and angrier than before, and still no one moves, so she elbows her way free of the cadre of people surrounding her and goes to retrieve the EurAsian championship belt from where she had dropped it.
“THIS IS MINE,” Fiona shouts to compensate for her lack of microphone while she holds up her strap. “OLD SCHOOL OR NEW ERA, EUROPEAN OR ASIAN, THERE IS NOT A SINGLE ONE OF YOU WHO CAN TAKE THIS FROM ME. I AM TIMELESS. I AM PEERLESS. I AM THE CHAMPION UNTIL THE DAY I RETIRE.”
Message delivered, Waterford slings the belt over a shoulder and saunters to the back.