Post by walkindude on Jan 31, 2018 0:24:00 GMT
A quick note from Joanna Coleman…
Of all the stories to develop since the start of the new year, none has come together so quickly and so violently as the return of Rachel Raker. Missing from active competition for several months following an attack by Lyssa Zahn and Leah Montoya, ‘The Fixer’ (as she was once dubbed by Portia VanBuren herself) has carved a violent swath across House Shows and television tapings and has the whole locker room buzzing as to just who will next feel her wrath. For those that may have missed it, here are highlights from three of Cutthroat Counselor’s most recent outings. ~JC
RACHEL RAKER:
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VERSUS SAYUKI MATSUMOTO:
Twenty minutes in and the ring seemed to groan when Raker took the Invasion’s heavy hitter to the mat with nothing more than a Snapmare. Dropping to a seat behind Matsumoto, Rachel snuggled in close, all the better to cinch her legs around the bigger wrestler’s waist. Bearing down hard from the get-go, Raker let Sayuki prize and scrabble at her stems for a moment, but any hope of real progress was dashed the instant she THWHAPPED a hard Forearm Smash against the base of Matsumoto’s neck. Sayuki snarled, reached back with one hand and promptly had the whole arm captured in a Raker Half Nelson. Palming the back of her foe’s head hard enough to keep Sayuki’s chin deep in her own cleavage, Raker curled her free arm into a tire iron and went to work on the former Eurasian Champ’s head and shoulders with a bludgeoning fusillade of Forearm Smashes.
“Tell your girl to give up, Yuko.” Rachel barked at the Invasion’s general following more than half a dozen heavy shots. “Before she gets hurt.”
Ogura snorted derisively and gave Matsumoto some advice in her native tongue. Sayuki complied by catching a handful of the blonde’s shortened locks and tugging as hard as she could. Raker grit her teeth and endured without complaint to the official. Instead she reached under Matsumoto’s encroaching arm and sank a claw deep into the brunette’s undefended bounty!
The effort to tear Rachel's flaxen locks from her scalp was punished severely when The Fixer dug into Sayuki's vaunted Suns. It wasn't a tactic unknown to Matsuomoto-san, but Rachel seemed to perform it optimally and enthusiastically, well enough to draw more than a grimace but indeed a soft cry from the Invasion's big gun. Quickly convinced to let go of Raker's hair, Sayuki tried to peel the blonde's claw away at the wrist but Raker's talons were hooked into the thin red sheath of spandex and the abundant flesh beneath.
Yuko howled at the official to break up the maneuver, but he shrugged and instead asked Sayuki if the pain was too much. Matsumoto shook her head angrily. The soft flesh was mauled within Rachel's flexing grip once more and the Japanese grappler chirped in pain. She returned to attempting to break the Scissors, but wasn’t any more successful with one hand than she'd been with two. Her dark eyes flitted to Yuko, silently pleading for ideas.
Rachel crossed her ankles and squeeeeeeeeeeezed, the Cutthroat Counselor happy to never let Sayuki leave the canvas if at all possible. Abandoning the Breast Claw without warning or comment, Raker once again drew a bead on the back of Matsumoto’s neck and let her have it with another half dozen Forearm Smashes. Sayuki groaned, scrabbled for the blonde’s wrist and found it, but only when Raker cupped her chin and wrenched it back hard. “Give up.” Rachel demanded once she was looking down into the Invader’s upturned features.
“Kiss…my…ass.” Matsumoto growled after a moment’s hesitation.
Displeased by the powerhouse’s resilience, Rachel suddenly swiped her nails across Sayuki’s eyes and used the resultant confusion to roll the red-clad lovely onto her belly. Seated deep in the hollow of her back, Raker seized opposing biceps and laced Matsumoto’s arms over the planks of her thighs. Then she secured a S-grip beneath the brunette’s chin and craaaaaaaaaaanked back on a Camel Clutch.
Matsumoto's again left looking up into Raker's baby blues, her neck and spine curved in an agonizing arch. Arms taken out of play and with Raker perfectly situated on her foe's back to remove anything but the most futile of movements, Sayuki's bosom challenged her taut spandex cups much more than the former titleholder could do with a woman who was starting to steamroll her. Sayuki managed a muffled mewl of "MMMMPHHH" when the official again inquires if she wants to continue the fight.
Yuko made it more plain saying her Sayuki would never surrender.
A snarling Rachel answered back with a confident "Are you sure?" Raker reefed back even further on her Clutch, drawing a more urgent grunt from the Invader and a Sun to pop free of its covering, the cream-colored teat on the loose.
"Stop the fight," Yuko demanded. "She must be covered."
The ref considered that for a half-second, knowing well Sayuki often freed her weapons on many occasions, showing a thorough lack of modesty when it came to her bounty. "She quits, you can put it back yourself, Yuko," he answered.
That response didn’t please Yuko in the slightest and her mood grew that much worse when Raker halved the Chinlock to pull the other half of that hulking rack from its crimson covering. Apoplectic over this disrespectful treatment, Ogura hopped up onto the apron to demand Rachel’s immediate disqualification. Such tactics had paid dividends for the Invasion in the past, tonight however it did more harm than good, as Rachel claimed the useless top and pulled it tight against Matsumoto’s windpipe! Yuko caught sight of the infraction at once and redoubled her efforts to enter the ring, but wasn’t able to get the ref’s eyes on the action for almost ten seconds and by then the blonde had discarded the makeshift garrote.
“Suns are going down, Ogura.” Raker told the fuming manager. “Want to do something about it? Throw in the towel.”
“Never!” Yuko snarled.
“Have it your way.” Rachel relinquished the Chinlock once again and sent her hands south, this time for a stereo grip on the Invader’s domineering assets. “You need better representation, Sayuki.” Raker sounded calm for someone mercilessly mauling an opponent’s juggs. “Ogura’s gonna get you hurt.”
Her jaw unloosened, Sayuki shrieked in pain when Rachel dug into her Suns with abandon. Testing the muscles in her hands, she pulsated squeezes with tears from side to side, ravaging Matsumoto's trademarks. Dark eyes welling, her arms flailed but with little direction, the gas taken from her over the last few minutes leaving her increasingly a shell of the woman who was a threat to any member of the roster. Tonight, that apparently did not include Rachel Raker. Though slow to take control during the majority of the match, whatever plan Raker had in her legal pad led to Rachel systematically taking Sayuki's strengths and made them weaknesses in crunch time.
Yuko's weapon approached full-on blubbering as she couldn’t escape the burning pain from her chest nor the woman riding her like she was some newbie up from The Jungle. However, pride was slow to flee from Matsumoto's pain-addled gray matter and with Yuko's demands ringing in her ears, the pneumatic Sayuki refused to give in.
Fingers cramping with the effort of dimming Sayuki’s Suns, Raker abandoned the claw and shoved the big brunette down flat on her belly. Springing to boot leather only after she’d collected the Invader’s wrists, Rachel planted a foot between Matsumoto’s shoulders and pulled up on her wrists in a simple but unpleasant Surfboard. Yuko pleaded with her charge to hold on, then demanded Raker cease her cheating only to turn away in cringing sympathy when the blonde let loose of Sayuki’s wrists and stepped down to THWHONK her face and chest into the mat.
The Curbstomp left Matsumoto down and out, little more than breathing luggage when Rachel grabbed a handful of hair and hauled her to boot-leather. Spinning the knock-kneed exotique around to face her, Portia’s former Fixer lowered a shoulder, jabbed it into Sayuki’s midriff and hooked an arm behind her right knee before muscling her up onto one shoulder. Yuko exploded in another round of protestations, not that it stopped Raker from cupping the back of Matsumoto’s head and wedging it in against the point of her right hip. Hooks set deep, Rachel treated Ogura to a sly wink as she prepared to stop the Invasion’s riot cold.
Rachel dropped the bundled, topless Matusumoto to the deck as she laid out, landing atop the demolished Japanese import to boot. Her senses knocked back across the International Date Line, Sayuki was a curvy rag doll in the cradling grip of the blonde. Her back leaning into the dual cushions of Invader's Suns, Rachel enjoys the stillness of the devastated Matsumoto, the crowd jubilant in Sayuki's demolition and Yuko's meltdown.
RIOT STOPPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RicqadjYh-A
The ref made it official with anticlimactic...
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THREE!
Raker broke the cradle and rolled to one knee as the bell sounded, yet if Yuko had entertained ideas of mercy for her powerhouse, she was sorely disappointed when the black-clad blonde slid forward and buried Matsumoto’s pain-slackened features beneath her haunches. Exhausted after the last several minutes, Sayuki still found the energy to groan when Raker cut off her air and she looked downright vibrant when Rachel crooked her left hand into a claw and jammed it between the Invader’s splayed thighs!
Matsumoto wailed into the stifling confines of Raker’s solitary confinement, alas there was no early release in this particular prison and the Invader served every bit of her sentence with Rachel squeezing, clawing and otherwise mauling her center until the former Eurasian Champion was swatting frantically at her opponent’s glutes. Relinquishing only when Sayuki offered little more than a pained wheeze to her latest constriction, Raker got up and planted a boot on Matsumoto’s chest and locked eyes with Yuko, the Fixer daring Ogura to try and pull her charge from the squared circle.
VERSUS LEAH MONTOYA:
“You know no one in this building would give a damn if I broke your arm, don’t you?” Raker noted as she used the Keylock to strain Montoya’s left elbow around the post of her own left forearm. “Not after all the shyt you put my sister through. Not after all the shyt you put ME through.” She squeezed the Texan’s wrist even tighter and pulled down, interested to see if Montoya’s vaunted will could withstand a few broken bones.
KEY LOCK @ 00:27
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3nbIV1LkaY
Forced to her knees by the painful hold, the Lone Wolf shook her head at the referee, then curled her left right hand into a fist and resumed pounding at the blonde’s lower back. Gritting her teeth as Raker jostled the hold once again, Montoya snarled, “The day I let some pussy-ass former accountant break my arm is the day I EERRRRGGGGGHHH!”
Raker dug her fingers into the underside of Leah’s wrist, gouging away at the pressure point. “What was that, baby?” Rachel cooed. “I didn’t hear you. Some pussy ass wannabe cowgirl was blubbering into my…oh, you cheap bytch.”
Montoya, who’d filled her right hand with a great deal of shiny black lycra, raised her attacker’s briefs by a couple more inches. “I’d let go of my arm right now, sugar.” Leah growled. “I pull any harder and these things aren’t going to taste very good when I make you eat ‘em.”
The Cutthroat Counselor knew damned well she could do more damage with the Keylock than the Black Hat could do with a f*cking wedgie, but she wasn’t going to jeopardize her return by putting this chicken-fried idiot in the hospital. So after a final tug on Leah’s wrist she abandoned the arm in favor of securing a Front Facelock on the penitent battler. “One chance, bytch.” Raker threatened after taking a moment to grind Montoya’s temple against the point of her hip. “Let go of my trunks or I’ll make your sorry shyt-kicker ass wish you’d never signed this contract.”
Enduring the Headlock because she had her sore left arm back, Leah raaaaaaaked her nails down Rachel’s thigh, then reached around her waist and doubled down on the wedgie. “I’m never sorry to beat up a sniveling little shyt like you, sugar. I’m just sorry Lyssa got to have all the fun bloodying you up in that locker AAAARRRRHHHH FAAAAAHHHHHK!”
Raker had fully intended to punish Leah with a wedgie of her own, but mention of the beatdown that put her out of action for so long sent her mind in a different direction so she slid her left hand down the brunette’s belly and dug an underhanded grip into Montoya’s undefended center! Leah snarled in pain but didn’t punk. Rather she relinquished the wedgie in favor of a Waistlock so tight it was nearly a Bear Hug. Biting her bottom lip to ignore the claw-induced anguish, the Dark Star slowly but surely got to her feet and in doing so forced Raker to do the same. The change in elevation made maintaining the claw more difficult than it was worth, so the blonde let loose and cuffed her foe’s shoulders and upper back with several heavy Forearm Smashes. “Back to your knees, bytch.” Raker demanded. “I’m not through with WHOOAAAANNNNGGHHH!”
Leah slid her hands south of Rachel’s glutes, all the better to hoist her into the sky and then THWHUMP her down atop a posted knee. In most circumstances one Inverted Atomic Drop would’ve satisfied Leah Montoya, but the punishment of her arm and crotch made her usual bad temper even worse and so she piled on another, really making sure to drive her knee into the smaller wrestler’s undercarriage. Pulling free from Raker’s clutches with an roar of triumph, Leah shoved the knock-kneed battler back on her heels, then spun around and made a beeline for the ropes on the far side of the ring.
Nearly frozen by the pain radiating from her center, Rachel could barely lift her head to the sound of incoming feet and this proved most unfortunate as Montoya promptly THWHAPPED her right arm against The Fixer’s chest with a brutal Lariat. Raker hit the deck in a flat sprawl while Leah went down to one knee and immediately rose to her full height.
“You think puttin’ a beating on Ogura’s big squishy puppet was gonna throw a scare into me, sugar?” the brunette snarled as she circled the downed fixer. “You should know me better than that, Rach. The fact that you think so little of me is actually kind of offensive. And when I get offended…”
Leah let the threat hang in favor of bending down and securing a splay-fingered grip that covered Raker’s face from the nose on up! Rachel moaned and kicked her feet as the Iron Claw dug into her temples and forehead. Neither proved effective in ending the hold, so she also grabbed Montoya’s wrist in both hands and used it to muscle herself to a seated position. She would’ve found a way out given world enough and time, however the Lone Wolf saw no reason to offer her either, so she cinched her other hand around the back of the blonde’s neck and used her grips to wrench Rachel off the mat and then THWHAM her to the mat with a brutal slam!
IRON CLAW SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DlY27lTz_Ao
Raker saw stars, tried to sit up and received a knee to the tits for her troubles. Grinding down with every bit of her weight on Rachel’s chest, Montoya palmed her cheek in forced her head to the side while the ref counted…
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“OWW BYTCH!”
Leah broke the arrogant cover of her own accord because Raker managed to sink her teeth into the Black Hat’s intruding fingers. “See that?” Montoya shook the sting out of her hand as she glared daggers at the former Associate. “That’s the sort of thing that gets a rat’s head stomped in.”
Down on one knee, Raker flipped hair off her face and answered Leah’s daggers with some of her own. “You’re in no place to judge, bytch. Not after what you and Zahn did to NNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Leah rushed her showing another Big Boot so Rachel covered up behind her forearms only to get bowled over by the Sliding Forearm the cagey battler slammed into her chest. Done wasting her breath on this up-jumped ambulance chaser, Leah helped herself to a double handful of hair and scraped Raker off the mat. A few teasing Bytch Slaps were followed by a Wristlock and an Irish Whip, the latter directed at the far corner of the squared circle.
Her reactions slowed considerably by the Texan’s blunt force trauma approach to offense, Rachel’d barely managed to turn around when she BWUUUUNGED against the turnbuckles and she didn’t even manage a full breath before the Dark Star BURIED her in the corner with a brutal tummy-on-tits Avalanche Splash. Raker’s usually strong legs gave way the instant Montoya cleared off, leaving her to land on her butt with a weary ‘plop’.
Leah regarded the blonde’s new arrangement with an undeniably evil smile. “I don’t usually bother with that fake-ass mechanical bull nonsense.” she murmured to no one in particular. “But for you, lawdog, I do believe I’ll make an exception.”
With that she whipped around on one heel and ran to the far side of the ring, where she hopped onto the middle buckle just to pull off a mid-air about face that set her back the way she’d came. A mixture of cheers and jeers from the FAWNatics when Montoya grabbed the top rope in both hands and launched herself into a flawless headstand. The noise grew all the louder when Leah pumped her knees and swung down and in, the brunette stretching her stems in a ‘V’ just wide enough to accommodate the blonde’s noggin. THAWHUMP! Leah drove every bit of her hundred and thirty plus pounds into Raker’s chest with a Bronco Buster that hit like a medicine ball dropped from a respectable height.
BRONCO BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pNIqmspIY58
Standing up only after she’d felt Rachel’s breath expelled on her tummy, Leah mounted the second strand and offered the crowd a pair of raised middle fingers. “What, don’t tell me you idiots are actually surprised.” the brunette scoffed to those assembled. “Like I’d ever lose a fistfight to some pencil-skirt lovin’ NNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHH!”
Raker grabbed the middle rope, hauled herself to verticality and promptly THWHUMPED a fist between Montoya’s thighs! “Watch the trunks, Rachel!” the ref warned her at once, but the man’s weary tone suggested he already knew the blonde would pay him no mind. Sure enough, Raker didn’t even glance his way, rather she slipped her head between the Texan’s posted legs and wrapped her arms around opposing waist. Palming Leah’s lower back instead of simply locking her hands, Raker mustered her reserves, then stamped away from the buckles with the Lone Wolf astride her shoulders in a precarious position.
“Snuuuu… sneaky bytch.” Montoya rasped as she twined her fingers in Rachel’s hair. “Should’ve known a rat like you would AAAARRRRHHHNNNNNNGGGGGHH!”
Raker grabbed hold of her foe’s briefs just above each hip and yanked up! The resultant wedgie earned a spirited cheer from certain corners yet it was merely a means to an end, a way to hoist Leah nearly a foot higher before Raker slung her forward and sat out to PLANT her prey on the deck!
SIT-OUT LAST RIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rOQ44w1VAc
The Powerbomb left Rachel in perfect position for a cover, so the fans were a little puzzled when she put both hands to Montoya’s upturned rump and pushed hard enough to somersault her to all fours. “Get up, cowgirl.” Raker demanded with a swat to the back of her foe’s head. “We’re not done yet.”
Leah lashed out en route to one knee but she didn’t hit anything, as Rachel’d cleared out on a beeline for the ropes. Bearing down on the oblivious Black Hat with vicious intent, Raker THWHUNKED her left knee against Montoya’s temple to put her back on the mat in a facedown sprawl. “Perhaps I should’ve clarified.” Raker purred as she made her way back to the flattened fighter. “I’M not done, you however…”
KNEE TREMBLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BrCPnchcex8
Planting a foot on either side of Leah’s hips, Rachel dropped to a seat and neatly hooked her left leg around Montoya’s left thigh. In the next instant she threaded her left arm under the brunette’s right bicep and rolled to her right hip even as she locked her hands against the side of Leah’s head and craaaaaaaaaaaaanked.
LOCK UP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xn8XIuOhPVo
“AAAAAHHHHHH GAAAAAAHHHDAMMIT!” the fog in Montoya’s head burned off in a flash, leaving her twisted and shrieking in the modified STF she’d been perfected during her recovery.
“Submit.” Rachel hissed into Leah’s ear. “Or I’ll make sure your time on the shelf is a helluva lot longer than mine.”
Unable to shake her head thanks to the hellacious torque on her neck, the Dark Star stretched her free right leg in the direction of the ropes only to come up more than a foot short. Reduced to manic clawing at the blonde’s arm, Montoya growled, “Tuff talk, huckleberry. We both know ‘Ronnie got all the killer instinct in AAARRRRRRRRHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAHHHHK STAAAAAAAAAAHP! STAAAAAAHP, I GIVE! F*CK, I GIVE!”
Leah was tapping as fast as she could but Rachel didn’t give a damn, she just kept wrenching away while the bell sounded over and over and the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… RACHEL RAKER!”
Rachel released at the sound of her name, though she didn’t get to her feet. Instead she pushed Leah onto her back, slid over and planted her cheeks firmly atop the Texan’s nose. The Reverse Face Sit was bad enough, it got exponentially worse when the blonde curled her hand into a claw and dug into Montoya’s vulnerable crotch! Leah offered a muffled shriek to Raker’s glutes and tried to twist loose, all to no avail. Her time in Lock Up had left her exhausted and it wasn’t long before she was barely twitching despite the Fixer’s white knuckle grip. Even then Raker didn’t let go for another twenty seconds or so and after she did she made a point of tagging Leah’s undercarriage with half a dozen forget me not slaps.
Satisfied only when the brunette slopped onto her side and curled into a ball, Rachel got up and extended her hand to the ref, who raised it warily. “I’m not done yet.” she promised the capacity crowd. “In fact, I’m just getting started.”
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VERSUS ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
Jaw clenched as the blonde’s arm ground away at her temples, Alexis Suguitan gathered her reserves and thwhap-thwhap-THWHAPPED a trio of Forearm Smashes into her attacker’s lower back. The Headlock loosened only slightly, yet it was all the opening the Penthouse Panther needed to brace that hand against the small of the former Associate’s back and send her off with a colossal shove. Transforming her lurch into a legitimate run after a few rough steps, Rachel Raker bounced off the strands, then charged back at the white-clad exoti-- A dangerous ’whick’ as Suguitan pirouetted through a gorgeous Spin Kick that would’ve inverted her adversary’s chin in Raker hadn’t dipped her head at precisely the right moment.
Taking up residence on Alexis’s six in the brief moment her back was turned, Rachel grabbed hold of the Filipino Phenom’s snug waistband and tugged her into a Kneelift that THWHUMPED against the taller woman’s lower back. Alexis cried out, stumbled forward and righted herself just in time for the Fixer to cinch an arm around her throat. Cupping her opposite bicep with that hand, Raker pressed her free hand to the base of Suguitan’s skull and bore down, crimping her neck with a Sleeper.
Alexis huffed and drove an elbow into her belly at once, so Rachel dipped her knees and wrenched her hips, Portia’s onetime Counselor earning impressed ‘ooooh’s’ from the FAWNatics as she muscled Alexis off her feet for a single quick spin. Suguitan’s feet returned to the mat readily enough but her legs looked woozy and no one was really surprised when she collapsed to one knee with Rachel still clamped on tight. Rocking slightly to keep the pressure on her foe, Raker put her lips to Alexis’s ear and muttered, “You want out, ‘Lexie? Tap that mat before I put you down.”
Lowered to that knee, Alexis felt more of the blonde's mass press down on her, adding to the artery-cinching power of the sleeper. The Filipino Phenom tried to rise to relieve the pressure but Raker's perfect positioning wouldn’t allow it. Suguitan's arms rose above her head and behind, trying to find a target. The awkward effort came up empty beyond a few tugs of Raker's golden locks she shrugged off. Instead, Rach clinched her arms tighter around the CEO's noggin, the lids above Alexis' dark pools fluttering. Alexis had ended on the losing side of her war with Rachel's sibling. She'd be damned if this would be a repeat. Suguitan grunted, trying to slip a hand in between Raker's grip but it's too tight. It would be risky, but maybe if she sat out unexpectedly, Lexy could slip out of what was turning into a terminal grasp, cutting off her carotid.
Raker felt the brunette shift and adjusted accordingly, alas Suguitan’s gambit proved more aggressive than expected and the abrupt drop freed Alexis from the Sleeper! Ignoring the new pain in her nose and upper lip, Alexis rolled onto her back and flicked her right leg over her head to THWHACK Raker between the eyes with a stiff kick! The shot rocked the blonde back on her heels, giving Suguitan enough time to roll to one knee and follow up with a straight right hand to the belly. Rachel doubled over and grabbed for the Alexis’s hair, an attempt that proved costly when the Ferocious Filipino raaaaked her eyes.
Rising to her full height as Raker reeled, Alexis hoisted both hands high overhead, then brought them THWHUMPING down on either side of her foe’s neck. Rachel swayed on the spot, so Suguitan delivered two more Mongolian Chops, the last finally dropping Raker to her knees. Eying her handiwork with obvious satisfaction, Alexis swung around behind the penitent pugilist and reached over her shoulders to fill both greedy hands with blonde bounty! Squeezing and twisting with white-knuckled relish, Alexis taunted, “Panther’s gotcha now, rat! Quit before I tear you to pieces!”
Aware of Rachel's background and knowing the woman from when they were both Associates, Suguitan seemed to understand mauling Rachel's gurls wasn’t going to make Raker surrender. However, it's planting a seed for later and, in the meantime, tearing her talons into Rachel's flesh was delightful payback for the war that preceded their current predicament. Alexis narrowed her focus to pinch Rachel's nubs between thumb and forefinger, giving the blonde an unpleasant twist of the dial before releasing. Suguitan's hands moved to Raker's shoulderblades and she gave The Fixer a shove, a wincing Rachel stumbling into the ropes and rebounding toward the Filipino. Deciding it's time to pull out the big guns, Alexis lifted a Big Boot to level Rachel to the canvas with a shot directed at her chin.
THWHACK! The Boot connected where the Spin Kick had erred, Alexis’s heel snapping Rachel’s head back en route to putting her down spread-eagled on the canvas. Dropping to her knees beside the gobsmacked blonde, Suguitan stretched out back to across her opponent’s chest and bundled both legs for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Raker kicked out, leaving Alexis to rake a frustrated hand through her hair. “Fine, you want to do this the hard way? Lemme give you a taste of what sent Portia packing.”
Collecting a double handful of blonde locks, Suguitan got to her feet and tugged the shorter woman into a Standing Headscissors. From there she reached down, secured the Waistlock and hoisted her burden upside down. Anything was possible from this particular position, but Rachel must’ve known what was coming because she shook her head as best she cou--“AAAAAARRRRRHHHHHH FAAAAAAHHHK!” Suguitan halved the Waistlock and went to work with her claw again, this time applying it directly between the blonde’s splayed thighs.
Alexis dug into Rachel's crotch with a claw that tested the limits of Raker's spandex covering and the ability of the powerful Filipino to keep the blonde overturned and upright with her opposite arm. Suguitan had Raker mewling in pain from her clenching fingers before Alexis determined her stressed frame couldn’t keep Rachel in the position any longer. Forging forward, the copper-skinned grappler dropped Raker onto her face and chest in emphatic fashion, splattering Ronnie's sis spectacularly. "Tell Lil Sis I still want to even the score," Alexis purred as she shoves Raker to her back and climbed aboard in a full body pin, Lexy's tummy pressing into Raker's features as the Filipino makes sure Raker's wrists and, by extension, her shoulders are glued to the mat for the…
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Domineering though it was, Suguitan’s cover didn’t hold up long enough to win her the match, much to the exotique’s disgust. “Starting to piss me off now, Rach.” Alexis proved as much by turning the blonde’s head with a Bytch Slap delivered from one knee. Raker only grunted and rolled to all fours. She might’ve returned to boot leather of her own accord if Suguitan hadn’t helped her up with a massive handful of trunks and tresses. Transitioning to a Wristlock to keep the official from whining too loudly, the Penthouse Panther stepped back, dropped her hips and sent Rachel across the ring to BWUUUNG spine-first against a far corner. Alexis pumped a fist, pointed a finger gun at her target, then took set off for the corner at top speed. A heartbeat later and her right leg ascended on another swift and deadly vector. It almost certainly would’ve spoiled the blonde’s return if Rachel hadn’t spun aside, leaving the wide-eyed Alexis to TWAAAANG crotch-first against the rubber-coated steel of the top rope!
Flawless features etched in anguish, her legs in a forced set of splits by her own debilitating error, Alexis's hands moved to her undercarriage. She slowly started to back off the rope when Rachel made sure she's unable. Positioning Alexis so she had a long tawny leg on either side of the invasive cable, Raker ignored the truce her sister and Suguitan had seemingly forged and got real with the Penthouse Panther. Grabbing the top rope, she shoved it upward as far as she could into the thin white spandex covering an increasingly obvious camel toe. Up and down, The Fixer forced the steel strand, seemingly trying to cut Alexis up the middle. Lexy howled in pain from her ride, eyes rolling back into her head as it continued unabated, the ref finally demanding Raker let her foe dismount. The blonde ignored the zebra as long as she's able then, with a DQ approaching, she clubbed Suguitan off her pained perch with a forearm to the chest. Alexis settled, hands thrust between her thighs, moaning and collapsing into a fetal ball.
“You think you’re angry, Lexy?” Rachel barked as she snapped distended briefs against her buttocks. “You don’t know shyt all about what it means to be angry. But if you can stay conscious for a little while longer, I could offer you some insight.”
Alexis coughed out a curse, so Raker slapped the back of her head and peeled her off the canvas. With Suguitan pigeon-toed to an unnatural degree, Raker had no problem scooping the big brunette onto one shoulder. Keeping her right arm looped around Alexis’s hips while her left hand cupped the back of the other woman’s neck, Rachel stomped to the middle of the squared circle and turned to all four sides in short order. Once they all knew Alexis wasn’t going anywhere, the Cutthroat Counselor slung Suguitan forward and down while simultaneously dropping to a seat, effectively THWHAMMING Alexis into the deck with the souped-up Reverse DDT she’d dubbed the Switchblade Smile. Floating into a Crossbody immediately thereafter, Raker hooked the far leg and drew it tight for the…
SWITCHBLADE SMILE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6CLDU8cH0E
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TWO…
Many in the crowd shouted out the "THREE" but the third slap of the canvas didn’t come, the ref's hand stopping short a few inches from the canvas when Suguitan weakly shoved a shoulder up. Alexis rolled to her side, but it's about all she could manage, her usually powerful frame looking wilted under the steely gaze of Raker. "Don't ever forget I'm the one who blew up VB&A, you just cleaned up what was left." The blonde gave Alexis a possessive pieface shove that drew precious little reaction from the Filipino Phenom. "Now I’m back to clean up loose ends… and messes like you, Lexy.” Suguitan mumbled a response from burbling lips as she tried to fight her way up.
Alexis took a bit too long for the blonde’s liking, so Raker helped herself to those dark locks and hauled the CFO of $uguitan INC back to verticality. Not that Alexis appreciated or even understood the assist mind you, she’d barely set her feet when Rachel slid her arms under the brunette’s biceps and laced her hands across Suguitan’s chin. In the same instant she planted her right foot behind Alexis’s legs and dropped into a deep, deep crouch, which in turn bent the copper-skinned lovely backward over and against the encroaching plank of Raker’s thigh. Jostling her Chinlock like Alexis owed her money, The Fixer wrenched the Inverted Full Nelson from side to side and demanded, “Give up, Lexy! Give up or you can go join Baby on the FAWN alumni page!” She pushed down on Suguitan’s chin and sank even deeper, doing her level best to break the catfighter’s spirit (and possibly her neck) with the 25 to Life.
25 TO LIFE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuAPELIyP-M
Spine bent in an ungodly arch over Raker's knee while the blonde also wrenched away on Suguitan's neck with her Nelson, The Fixer sought to destroy Alexis' body and will from two locations. The Phenom's arms flailed wildly as she reacted out of panic, the pain pushing her away from rational movements almost instantly. As the bend in her backbone grew and the blood supply to her brain lessened, Lexy knew this bear trap was inescapable in her condition. Her foe having expertly left her without an alternative, the Penthouse Panther held on for long seconds until the 'TAP' chant comes from the FAWNatics and the suggestion proved overwhelming.
Grunting out a 'please stahhp' through her clenched jaw, Alexis tapped out her surrender on Rachel's shoulder. Raker held the satisfying grip for a couple extra seconds before she released and let the Filipino's flaccid frame drop to the canvas, conquered.
Rachel paused long enough to let the referee raise her hand, but the Announcer was still confirming her victory when she swung a leg over Alexis’s head and dropped to a seat on her nose! Wedging the soles of her boots against Suguitan’s noggin to keep the brunette from twisting to one side or the other, Raker exacted a little revenge from earlier in the form of a flurry of hard punches to the Filipino’s gulping midsection. Blotted out from the bridge of the nose on down, a furiously squealing Alexis gamely defended her abs until Rachel moved her attention north for a double nipple twist that had her heels beating the canvas in frantic anguish. “Still wanna even that score, Lexy?” Raker asked between tugs. “Still think you’re the baddest ass in the Associates?”
Suguitan spat something absorbed by the blonde’s trunks, then grabbed hold of her tormentor’s wrists, albeit with far less vigor than she would’ve liked. Rachel shrugged them off, released the claw and palmed one hand against Alexis’s thighs so she could push the whole leg away from her torso. Her adjustment left the catfighter’s crotch undefended and Raker took full advantage, just CLAMPING down on the exposed swatch of white lyrca.
“Tap out.” Rachel demanded of her wailing seat. “Tap out and keep tapping or I’ll ride you into the ground.”
Well beyond the point of resistance, Alexis slapped at her opponent’s wrist, then her elbow, then finally those engulfing glutes, anywhere she could to end the pain. Rachel finally relented nearly a minute later, the Cutthroat Counselor punctuating her latest victory with a spiteful SLAP to Suguitan’s center. Pushing to her feet, she planted a boot on Alexis’s fluttering chest and raised both hands high, the pose a stern warning to any woman who dared step into her ring.
Of all the stories to develop since the start of the new year, none has come together so quickly and so violently as the return of Rachel Raker. Missing from active competition for several months following an attack by Lyssa Zahn and Leah Montoya, ‘The Fixer’ (as she was once dubbed by Portia VanBuren herself) has carved a violent swath across House Shows and television tapings and has the whole locker room buzzing as to just who will next feel her wrath. For those that may have missed it, here are highlights from three of Cutthroat Counselor’s most recent outings. ~JC
RACHEL RAKER:
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VERSUS SAYUKI MATSUMOTO:
Twenty minutes in and the ring seemed to groan when Raker took the Invasion’s heavy hitter to the mat with nothing more than a Snapmare. Dropping to a seat behind Matsumoto, Rachel snuggled in close, all the better to cinch her legs around the bigger wrestler’s waist. Bearing down hard from the get-go, Raker let Sayuki prize and scrabble at her stems for a moment, but any hope of real progress was dashed the instant she THWHAPPED a hard Forearm Smash against the base of Matsumoto’s neck. Sayuki snarled, reached back with one hand and promptly had the whole arm captured in a Raker Half Nelson. Palming the back of her foe’s head hard enough to keep Sayuki’s chin deep in her own cleavage, Raker curled her free arm into a tire iron and went to work on the former Eurasian Champ’s head and shoulders with a bludgeoning fusillade of Forearm Smashes.
“Tell your girl to give up, Yuko.” Rachel barked at the Invasion’s general following more than half a dozen heavy shots. “Before she gets hurt.”
Ogura snorted derisively and gave Matsumoto some advice in her native tongue. Sayuki complied by catching a handful of the blonde’s shortened locks and tugging as hard as she could. Raker grit her teeth and endured without complaint to the official. Instead she reached under Matsumoto’s encroaching arm and sank a claw deep into the brunette’s undefended bounty!
The effort to tear Rachel's flaxen locks from her scalp was punished severely when The Fixer dug into Sayuki's vaunted Suns. It wasn't a tactic unknown to Matsuomoto-san, but Rachel seemed to perform it optimally and enthusiastically, well enough to draw more than a grimace but indeed a soft cry from the Invasion's big gun. Quickly convinced to let go of Raker's hair, Sayuki tried to peel the blonde's claw away at the wrist but Raker's talons were hooked into the thin red sheath of spandex and the abundant flesh beneath.
Yuko howled at the official to break up the maneuver, but he shrugged and instead asked Sayuki if the pain was too much. Matsumoto shook her head angrily. The soft flesh was mauled within Rachel's flexing grip once more and the Japanese grappler chirped in pain. She returned to attempting to break the Scissors, but wasn’t any more successful with one hand than she'd been with two. Her dark eyes flitted to Yuko, silently pleading for ideas.
Rachel crossed her ankles and squeeeeeeeeeeezed, the Cutthroat Counselor happy to never let Sayuki leave the canvas if at all possible. Abandoning the Breast Claw without warning or comment, Raker once again drew a bead on the back of Matsumoto’s neck and let her have it with another half dozen Forearm Smashes. Sayuki groaned, scrabbled for the blonde’s wrist and found it, but only when Raker cupped her chin and wrenched it back hard. “Give up.” Rachel demanded once she was looking down into the Invader’s upturned features.
“Kiss…my…ass.” Matsumoto growled after a moment’s hesitation.
Displeased by the powerhouse’s resilience, Rachel suddenly swiped her nails across Sayuki’s eyes and used the resultant confusion to roll the red-clad lovely onto her belly. Seated deep in the hollow of her back, Raker seized opposing biceps and laced Matsumoto’s arms over the planks of her thighs. Then she secured a S-grip beneath the brunette’s chin and craaaaaaaaaaanked back on a Camel Clutch.
Matsumoto's again left looking up into Raker's baby blues, her neck and spine curved in an agonizing arch. Arms taken out of play and with Raker perfectly situated on her foe's back to remove anything but the most futile of movements, Sayuki's bosom challenged her taut spandex cups much more than the former titleholder could do with a woman who was starting to steamroll her. Sayuki managed a muffled mewl of "MMMMPHHH" when the official again inquires if she wants to continue the fight.
Yuko made it more plain saying her Sayuki would never surrender.
A snarling Rachel answered back with a confident "Are you sure?" Raker reefed back even further on her Clutch, drawing a more urgent grunt from the Invader and a Sun to pop free of its covering, the cream-colored teat on the loose.
"Stop the fight," Yuko demanded. "She must be covered."
The ref considered that for a half-second, knowing well Sayuki often freed her weapons on many occasions, showing a thorough lack of modesty when it came to her bounty. "She quits, you can put it back yourself, Yuko," he answered.
That response didn’t please Yuko in the slightest and her mood grew that much worse when Raker halved the Chinlock to pull the other half of that hulking rack from its crimson covering. Apoplectic over this disrespectful treatment, Ogura hopped up onto the apron to demand Rachel’s immediate disqualification. Such tactics had paid dividends for the Invasion in the past, tonight however it did more harm than good, as Rachel claimed the useless top and pulled it tight against Matsumoto’s windpipe! Yuko caught sight of the infraction at once and redoubled her efforts to enter the ring, but wasn’t able to get the ref’s eyes on the action for almost ten seconds and by then the blonde had discarded the makeshift garrote.
“Suns are going down, Ogura.” Raker told the fuming manager. “Want to do something about it? Throw in the towel.”
“Never!” Yuko snarled.
“Have it your way.” Rachel relinquished the Chinlock once again and sent her hands south, this time for a stereo grip on the Invader’s domineering assets. “You need better representation, Sayuki.” Raker sounded calm for someone mercilessly mauling an opponent’s juggs. “Ogura’s gonna get you hurt.”
Her jaw unloosened, Sayuki shrieked in pain when Rachel dug into her Suns with abandon. Testing the muscles in her hands, she pulsated squeezes with tears from side to side, ravaging Matsumoto's trademarks. Dark eyes welling, her arms flailed but with little direction, the gas taken from her over the last few minutes leaving her increasingly a shell of the woman who was a threat to any member of the roster. Tonight, that apparently did not include Rachel Raker. Though slow to take control during the majority of the match, whatever plan Raker had in her legal pad led to Rachel systematically taking Sayuki's strengths and made them weaknesses in crunch time.
Yuko's weapon approached full-on blubbering as she couldn’t escape the burning pain from her chest nor the woman riding her like she was some newbie up from The Jungle. However, pride was slow to flee from Matsumoto's pain-addled gray matter and with Yuko's demands ringing in her ears, the pneumatic Sayuki refused to give in.
Fingers cramping with the effort of dimming Sayuki’s Suns, Raker abandoned the claw and shoved the big brunette down flat on her belly. Springing to boot leather only after she’d collected the Invader’s wrists, Rachel planted a foot between Matsumoto’s shoulders and pulled up on her wrists in a simple but unpleasant Surfboard. Yuko pleaded with her charge to hold on, then demanded Raker cease her cheating only to turn away in cringing sympathy when the blonde let loose of Sayuki’s wrists and stepped down to THWHONK her face and chest into the mat.
The Curbstomp left Matsumoto down and out, little more than breathing luggage when Rachel grabbed a handful of hair and hauled her to boot-leather. Spinning the knock-kneed exotique around to face her, Portia’s former Fixer lowered a shoulder, jabbed it into Sayuki’s midriff and hooked an arm behind her right knee before muscling her up onto one shoulder. Yuko exploded in another round of protestations, not that it stopped Raker from cupping the back of Matsumoto’s head and wedging it in against the point of her right hip. Hooks set deep, Rachel treated Ogura to a sly wink as she prepared to stop the Invasion’s riot cold.
Rachel dropped the bundled, topless Matusumoto to the deck as she laid out, landing atop the demolished Japanese import to boot. Her senses knocked back across the International Date Line, Sayuki was a curvy rag doll in the cradling grip of the blonde. Her back leaning into the dual cushions of Invader's Suns, Rachel enjoys the stillness of the devastated Matsumoto, the crowd jubilant in Sayuki's demolition and Yuko's meltdown.
RIOT STOPPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RicqadjYh-A
The ref made it official with anticlimactic...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Raker broke the cradle and rolled to one knee as the bell sounded, yet if Yuko had entertained ideas of mercy for her powerhouse, she was sorely disappointed when the black-clad blonde slid forward and buried Matsumoto’s pain-slackened features beneath her haunches. Exhausted after the last several minutes, Sayuki still found the energy to groan when Raker cut off her air and she looked downright vibrant when Rachel crooked her left hand into a claw and jammed it between the Invader’s splayed thighs!
Matsumoto wailed into the stifling confines of Raker’s solitary confinement, alas there was no early release in this particular prison and the Invader served every bit of her sentence with Rachel squeezing, clawing and otherwise mauling her center until the former Eurasian Champion was swatting frantically at her opponent’s glutes. Relinquishing only when Sayuki offered little more than a pained wheeze to her latest constriction, Raker got up and planted a boot on Matsumoto’s chest and locked eyes with Yuko, the Fixer daring Ogura to try and pull her charge from the squared circle.
VERSUS LEAH MONTOYA:
“You know no one in this building would give a damn if I broke your arm, don’t you?” Raker noted as she used the Keylock to strain Montoya’s left elbow around the post of her own left forearm. “Not after all the shyt you put my sister through. Not after all the shyt you put ME through.” She squeezed the Texan’s wrist even tighter and pulled down, interested to see if Montoya’s vaunted will could withstand a few broken bones.
KEY LOCK @ 00:27
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3nbIV1LkaY
Forced to her knees by the painful hold, the Lone Wolf shook her head at the referee, then curled her left right hand into a fist and resumed pounding at the blonde’s lower back. Gritting her teeth as Raker jostled the hold once again, Montoya snarled, “The day I let some pussy-ass former accountant break my arm is the day I EERRRRGGGGGHHH!”
Raker dug her fingers into the underside of Leah’s wrist, gouging away at the pressure point. “What was that, baby?” Rachel cooed. “I didn’t hear you. Some pussy ass wannabe cowgirl was blubbering into my…oh, you cheap bytch.”
Montoya, who’d filled her right hand with a great deal of shiny black lycra, raised her attacker’s briefs by a couple more inches. “I’d let go of my arm right now, sugar.” Leah growled. “I pull any harder and these things aren’t going to taste very good when I make you eat ‘em.”
The Cutthroat Counselor knew damned well she could do more damage with the Keylock than the Black Hat could do with a f*cking wedgie, but she wasn’t going to jeopardize her return by putting this chicken-fried idiot in the hospital. So after a final tug on Leah’s wrist she abandoned the arm in favor of securing a Front Facelock on the penitent battler. “One chance, bytch.” Raker threatened after taking a moment to grind Montoya’s temple against the point of her hip. “Let go of my trunks or I’ll make your sorry shyt-kicker ass wish you’d never signed this contract.”
Enduring the Headlock because she had her sore left arm back, Leah raaaaaaaked her nails down Rachel’s thigh, then reached around her waist and doubled down on the wedgie. “I’m never sorry to beat up a sniveling little shyt like you, sugar. I’m just sorry Lyssa got to have all the fun bloodying you up in that locker AAAARRRRHHHH FAAAAAHHHHHK!”
Raker had fully intended to punish Leah with a wedgie of her own, but mention of the beatdown that put her out of action for so long sent her mind in a different direction so she slid her left hand down the brunette’s belly and dug an underhanded grip into Montoya’s undefended center! Leah snarled in pain but didn’t punk. Rather she relinquished the wedgie in favor of a Waistlock so tight it was nearly a Bear Hug. Biting her bottom lip to ignore the claw-induced anguish, the Dark Star slowly but surely got to her feet and in doing so forced Raker to do the same. The change in elevation made maintaining the claw more difficult than it was worth, so the blonde let loose and cuffed her foe’s shoulders and upper back with several heavy Forearm Smashes. “Back to your knees, bytch.” Raker demanded. “I’m not through with WHOOAAAANNNNGGHHH!”
Leah slid her hands south of Rachel’s glutes, all the better to hoist her into the sky and then THWHUMP her down atop a posted knee. In most circumstances one Inverted Atomic Drop would’ve satisfied Leah Montoya, but the punishment of her arm and crotch made her usual bad temper even worse and so she piled on another, really making sure to drive her knee into the smaller wrestler’s undercarriage. Pulling free from Raker’s clutches with an roar of triumph, Leah shoved the knock-kneed battler back on her heels, then spun around and made a beeline for the ropes on the far side of the ring.
Nearly frozen by the pain radiating from her center, Rachel could barely lift her head to the sound of incoming feet and this proved most unfortunate as Montoya promptly THWHAPPED her right arm against The Fixer’s chest with a brutal Lariat. Raker hit the deck in a flat sprawl while Leah went down to one knee and immediately rose to her full height.
“You think puttin’ a beating on Ogura’s big squishy puppet was gonna throw a scare into me, sugar?” the brunette snarled as she circled the downed fixer. “You should know me better than that, Rach. The fact that you think so little of me is actually kind of offensive. And when I get offended…”
Leah let the threat hang in favor of bending down and securing a splay-fingered grip that covered Raker’s face from the nose on up! Rachel moaned and kicked her feet as the Iron Claw dug into her temples and forehead. Neither proved effective in ending the hold, so she also grabbed Montoya’s wrist in both hands and used it to muscle herself to a seated position. She would’ve found a way out given world enough and time, however the Lone Wolf saw no reason to offer her either, so she cinched her other hand around the back of the blonde’s neck and used her grips to wrench Rachel off the mat and then THWHAM her to the mat with a brutal slam!
IRON CLAW SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DlY27lTz_Ao
Raker saw stars, tried to sit up and received a knee to the tits for her troubles. Grinding down with every bit of her weight on Rachel’s chest, Montoya palmed her cheek in forced her head to the side while the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
“OWW BYTCH!”
Leah broke the arrogant cover of her own accord because Raker managed to sink her teeth into the Black Hat’s intruding fingers. “See that?” Montoya shook the sting out of her hand as she glared daggers at the former Associate. “That’s the sort of thing that gets a rat’s head stomped in.”
Down on one knee, Raker flipped hair off her face and answered Leah’s daggers with some of her own. “You’re in no place to judge, bytch. Not after what you and Zahn did to NNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Leah rushed her showing another Big Boot so Rachel covered up behind her forearms only to get bowled over by the Sliding Forearm the cagey battler slammed into her chest. Done wasting her breath on this up-jumped ambulance chaser, Leah helped herself to a double handful of hair and scraped Raker off the mat. A few teasing Bytch Slaps were followed by a Wristlock and an Irish Whip, the latter directed at the far corner of the squared circle.
Her reactions slowed considerably by the Texan’s blunt force trauma approach to offense, Rachel’d barely managed to turn around when she BWUUUUNGED against the turnbuckles and she didn’t even manage a full breath before the Dark Star BURIED her in the corner with a brutal tummy-on-tits Avalanche Splash. Raker’s usually strong legs gave way the instant Montoya cleared off, leaving her to land on her butt with a weary ‘plop’.
Leah regarded the blonde’s new arrangement with an undeniably evil smile. “I don’t usually bother with that fake-ass mechanical bull nonsense.” she murmured to no one in particular. “But for you, lawdog, I do believe I’ll make an exception.”
With that she whipped around on one heel and ran to the far side of the ring, where she hopped onto the middle buckle just to pull off a mid-air about face that set her back the way she’d came. A mixture of cheers and jeers from the FAWNatics when Montoya grabbed the top rope in both hands and launched herself into a flawless headstand. The noise grew all the louder when Leah pumped her knees and swung down and in, the brunette stretching her stems in a ‘V’ just wide enough to accommodate the blonde’s noggin. THAWHUMP! Leah drove every bit of her hundred and thirty plus pounds into Raker’s chest with a Bronco Buster that hit like a medicine ball dropped from a respectable height.
BRONCO BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pNIqmspIY58
Standing up only after she’d felt Rachel’s breath expelled on her tummy, Leah mounted the second strand and offered the crowd a pair of raised middle fingers. “What, don’t tell me you idiots are actually surprised.” the brunette scoffed to those assembled. “Like I’d ever lose a fistfight to some pencil-skirt lovin’ NNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHH!”
Raker grabbed the middle rope, hauled herself to verticality and promptly THWHUMPED a fist between Montoya’s thighs! “Watch the trunks, Rachel!” the ref warned her at once, but the man’s weary tone suggested he already knew the blonde would pay him no mind. Sure enough, Raker didn’t even glance his way, rather she slipped her head between the Texan’s posted legs and wrapped her arms around opposing waist. Palming Leah’s lower back instead of simply locking her hands, Raker mustered her reserves, then stamped away from the buckles with the Lone Wolf astride her shoulders in a precarious position.
“Snuuuu… sneaky bytch.” Montoya rasped as she twined her fingers in Rachel’s hair. “Should’ve known a rat like you would AAAARRRRHHHNNNNNNGGGGGHH!”
Raker grabbed hold of her foe’s briefs just above each hip and yanked up! The resultant wedgie earned a spirited cheer from certain corners yet it was merely a means to an end, a way to hoist Leah nearly a foot higher before Raker slung her forward and sat out to PLANT her prey on the deck!
SIT-OUT LAST RIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rOQ44w1VAc
The Powerbomb left Rachel in perfect position for a cover, so the fans were a little puzzled when she put both hands to Montoya’s upturned rump and pushed hard enough to somersault her to all fours. “Get up, cowgirl.” Raker demanded with a swat to the back of her foe’s head. “We’re not done yet.”
Leah lashed out en route to one knee but she didn’t hit anything, as Rachel’d cleared out on a beeline for the ropes. Bearing down on the oblivious Black Hat with vicious intent, Raker THWHUNKED her left knee against Montoya’s temple to put her back on the mat in a facedown sprawl. “Perhaps I should’ve clarified.” Raker purred as she made her way back to the flattened fighter. “I’M not done, you however…”
KNEE TREMBLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BrCPnchcex8
Planting a foot on either side of Leah’s hips, Rachel dropped to a seat and neatly hooked her left leg around Montoya’s left thigh. In the next instant she threaded her left arm under the brunette’s right bicep and rolled to her right hip even as she locked her hands against the side of Leah’s head and craaaaaaaaaaaaanked.
LOCK UP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xn8XIuOhPVo
“AAAAAHHHHHH GAAAAAAHHHDAMMIT!” the fog in Montoya’s head burned off in a flash, leaving her twisted and shrieking in the modified STF she’d been perfected during her recovery.
“Submit.” Rachel hissed into Leah’s ear. “Or I’ll make sure your time on the shelf is a helluva lot longer than mine.”
Unable to shake her head thanks to the hellacious torque on her neck, the Dark Star stretched her free right leg in the direction of the ropes only to come up more than a foot short. Reduced to manic clawing at the blonde’s arm, Montoya growled, “Tuff talk, huckleberry. We both know ‘Ronnie got all the killer instinct in AAARRRRRRRRHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAHHHHK STAAAAAAAAAAHP! STAAAAAAHP, I GIVE! F*CK, I GIVE!”
Leah was tapping as fast as she could but Rachel didn’t give a damn, she just kept wrenching away while the bell sounded over and over and the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… RACHEL RAKER!”
Rachel released at the sound of her name, though she didn’t get to her feet. Instead she pushed Leah onto her back, slid over and planted her cheeks firmly atop the Texan’s nose. The Reverse Face Sit was bad enough, it got exponentially worse when the blonde curled her hand into a claw and dug into Montoya’s vulnerable crotch! Leah offered a muffled shriek to Raker’s glutes and tried to twist loose, all to no avail. Her time in Lock Up had left her exhausted and it wasn’t long before she was barely twitching despite the Fixer’s white knuckle grip. Even then Raker didn’t let go for another twenty seconds or so and after she did she made a point of tagging Leah’s undercarriage with half a dozen forget me not slaps.
Satisfied only when the brunette slopped onto her side and curled into a ball, Rachel got up and extended her hand to the ref, who raised it warily. “I’m not done yet.” she promised the capacity crowd. “In fact, I’m just getting started.”
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VERSUS ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
Jaw clenched as the blonde’s arm ground away at her temples, Alexis Suguitan gathered her reserves and thwhap-thwhap-THWHAPPED a trio of Forearm Smashes into her attacker’s lower back. The Headlock loosened only slightly, yet it was all the opening the Penthouse Panther needed to brace that hand against the small of the former Associate’s back and send her off with a colossal shove. Transforming her lurch into a legitimate run after a few rough steps, Rachel Raker bounced off the strands, then charged back at the white-clad exoti-- A dangerous ’whick’ as Suguitan pirouetted through a gorgeous Spin Kick that would’ve inverted her adversary’s chin in Raker hadn’t dipped her head at precisely the right moment.
Taking up residence on Alexis’s six in the brief moment her back was turned, Rachel grabbed hold of the Filipino Phenom’s snug waistband and tugged her into a Kneelift that THWHUMPED against the taller woman’s lower back. Alexis cried out, stumbled forward and righted herself just in time for the Fixer to cinch an arm around her throat. Cupping her opposite bicep with that hand, Raker pressed her free hand to the base of Suguitan’s skull and bore down, crimping her neck with a Sleeper.
Alexis huffed and drove an elbow into her belly at once, so Rachel dipped her knees and wrenched her hips, Portia’s onetime Counselor earning impressed ‘ooooh’s’ from the FAWNatics as she muscled Alexis off her feet for a single quick spin. Suguitan’s feet returned to the mat readily enough but her legs looked woozy and no one was really surprised when she collapsed to one knee with Rachel still clamped on tight. Rocking slightly to keep the pressure on her foe, Raker put her lips to Alexis’s ear and muttered, “You want out, ‘Lexie? Tap that mat before I put you down.”
Lowered to that knee, Alexis felt more of the blonde's mass press down on her, adding to the artery-cinching power of the sleeper. The Filipino Phenom tried to rise to relieve the pressure but Raker's perfect positioning wouldn’t allow it. Suguitan's arms rose above her head and behind, trying to find a target. The awkward effort came up empty beyond a few tugs of Raker's golden locks she shrugged off. Instead, Rach clinched her arms tighter around the CEO's noggin, the lids above Alexis' dark pools fluttering. Alexis had ended on the losing side of her war with Rachel's sibling. She'd be damned if this would be a repeat. Suguitan grunted, trying to slip a hand in between Raker's grip but it's too tight. It would be risky, but maybe if she sat out unexpectedly, Lexy could slip out of what was turning into a terminal grasp, cutting off her carotid.
Raker felt the brunette shift and adjusted accordingly, alas Suguitan’s gambit proved more aggressive than expected and the abrupt drop freed Alexis from the Sleeper! Ignoring the new pain in her nose and upper lip, Alexis rolled onto her back and flicked her right leg over her head to THWHACK Raker between the eyes with a stiff kick! The shot rocked the blonde back on her heels, giving Suguitan enough time to roll to one knee and follow up with a straight right hand to the belly. Rachel doubled over and grabbed for the Alexis’s hair, an attempt that proved costly when the Ferocious Filipino raaaaked her eyes.
Rising to her full height as Raker reeled, Alexis hoisted both hands high overhead, then brought them THWHUMPING down on either side of her foe’s neck. Rachel swayed on the spot, so Suguitan delivered two more Mongolian Chops, the last finally dropping Raker to her knees. Eying her handiwork with obvious satisfaction, Alexis swung around behind the penitent pugilist and reached over her shoulders to fill both greedy hands with blonde bounty! Squeezing and twisting with white-knuckled relish, Alexis taunted, “Panther’s gotcha now, rat! Quit before I tear you to pieces!”
Aware of Rachel's background and knowing the woman from when they were both Associates, Suguitan seemed to understand mauling Rachel's gurls wasn’t going to make Raker surrender. However, it's planting a seed for later and, in the meantime, tearing her talons into Rachel's flesh was delightful payback for the war that preceded their current predicament. Alexis narrowed her focus to pinch Rachel's nubs between thumb and forefinger, giving the blonde an unpleasant twist of the dial before releasing. Suguitan's hands moved to Raker's shoulderblades and she gave The Fixer a shove, a wincing Rachel stumbling into the ropes and rebounding toward the Filipino. Deciding it's time to pull out the big guns, Alexis lifted a Big Boot to level Rachel to the canvas with a shot directed at her chin.
THWHACK! The Boot connected where the Spin Kick had erred, Alexis’s heel snapping Rachel’s head back en route to putting her down spread-eagled on the canvas. Dropping to her knees beside the gobsmacked blonde, Suguitan stretched out back to across her opponent’s chest and bundled both legs for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Raker kicked out, leaving Alexis to rake a frustrated hand through her hair. “Fine, you want to do this the hard way? Lemme give you a taste of what sent Portia packing.”
Collecting a double handful of blonde locks, Suguitan got to her feet and tugged the shorter woman into a Standing Headscissors. From there she reached down, secured the Waistlock and hoisted her burden upside down. Anything was possible from this particular position, but Rachel must’ve known what was coming because she shook her head as best she cou--“AAAAAARRRRRHHHHHH FAAAAAAHHHK!” Suguitan halved the Waistlock and went to work with her claw again, this time applying it directly between the blonde’s splayed thighs.
Alexis dug into Rachel's crotch with a claw that tested the limits of Raker's spandex covering and the ability of the powerful Filipino to keep the blonde overturned and upright with her opposite arm. Suguitan had Raker mewling in pain from her clenching fingers before Alexis determined her stressed frame couldn’t keep Rachel in the position any longer. Forging forward, the copper-skinned grappler dropped Raker onto her face and chest in emphatic fashion, splattering Ronnie's sis spectacularly. "Tell Lil Sis I still want to even the score," Alexis purred as she shoves Raker to her back and climbed aboard in a full body pin, Lexy's tummy pressing into Raker's features as the Filipino makes sure Raker's wrists and, by extension, her shoulders are glued to the mat for the…
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Domineering though it was, Suguitan’s cover didn’t hold up long enough to win her the match, much to the exotique’s disgust. “Starting to piss me off now, Rach.” Alexis proved as much by turning the blonde’s head with a Bytch Slap delivered from one knee. Raker only grunted and rolled to all fours. She might’ve returned to boot leather of her own accord if Suguitan hadn’t helped her up with a massive handful of trunks and tresses. Transitioning to a Wristlock to keep the official from whining too loudly, the Penthouse Panther stepped back, dropped her hips and sent Rachel across the ring to BWUUUNG spine-first against a far corner. Alexis pumped a fist, pointed a finger gun at her target, then took set off for the corner at top speed. A heartbeat later and her right leg ascended on another swift and deadly vector. It almost certainly would’ve spoiled the blonde’s return if Rachel hadn’t spun aside, leaving the wide-eyed Alexis to TWAAAANG crotch-first against the rubber-coated steel of the top rope!
Flawless features etched in anguish, her legs in a forced set of splits by her own debilitating error, Alexis's hands moved to her undercarriage. She slowly started to back off the rope when Rachel made sure she's unable. Positioning Alexis so she had a long tawny leg on either side of the invasive cable, Raker ignored the truce her sister and Suguitan had seemingly forged and got real with the Penthouse Panther. Grabbing the top rope, she shoved it upward as far as she could into the thin white spandex covering an increasingly obvious camel toe. Up and down, The Fixer forced the steel strand, seemingly trying to cut Alexis up the middle. Lexy howled in pain from her ride, eyes rolling back into her head as it continued unabated, the ref finally demanding Raker let her foe dismount. The blonde ignored the zebra as long as she's able then, with a DQ approaching, she clubbed Suguitan off her pained perch with a forearm to the chest. Alexis settled, hands thrust between her thighs, moaning and collapsing into a fetal ball.
“You think you’re angry, Lexy?” Rachel barked as she snapped distended briefs against her buttocks. “You don’t know shyt all about what it means to be angry. But if you can stay conscious for a little while longer, I could offer you some insight.”
Alexis coughed out a curse, so Raker slapped the back of her head and peeled her off the canvas. With Suguitan pigeon-toed to an unnatural degree, Raker had no problem scooping the big brunette onto one shoulder. Keeping her right arm looped around Alexis’s hips while her left hand cupped the back of the other woman’s neck, Rachel stomped to the middle of the squared circle and turned to all four sides in short order. Once they all knew Alexis wasn’t going anywhere, the Cutthroat Counselor slung Suguitan forward and down while simultaneously dropping to a seat, effectively THWHAMMING Alexis into the deck with the souped-up Reverse DDT she’d dubbed the Switchblade Smile. Floating into a Crossbody immediately thereafter, Raker hooked the far leg and drew it tight for the…
SWITCHBLADE SMILE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6CLDU8cH0E
ONE…
TWO…
Many in the crowd shouted out the "THREE" but the third slap of the canvas didn’t come, the ref's hand stopping short a few inches from the canvas when Suguitan weakly shoved a shoulder up. Alexis rolled to her side, but it's about all she could manage, her usually powerful frame looking wilted under the steely gaze of Raker. "Don't ever forget I'm the one who blew up VB&A, you just cleaned up what was left." The blonde gave Alexis a possessive pieface shove that drew precious little reaction from the Filipino Phenom. "Now I’m back to clean up loose ends… and messes like you, Lexy.” Suguitan mumbled a response from burbling lips as she tried to fight her way up.
Alexis took a bit too long for the blonde’s liking, so Raker helped herself to those dark locks and hauled the CFO of $uguitan INC back to verticality. Not that Alexis appreciated or even understood the assist mind you, she’d barely set her feet when Rachel slid her arms under the brunette’s biceps and laced her hands across Suguitan’s chin. In the same instant she planted her right foot behind Alexis’s legs and dropped into a deep, deep crouch, which in turn bent the copper-skinned lovely backward over and against the encroaching plank of Raker’s thigh. Jostling her Chinlock like Alexis owed her money, The Fixer wrenched the Inverted Full Nelson from side to side and demanded, “Give up, Lexy! Give up or you can go join Baby on the FAWN alumni page!” She pushed down on Suguitan’s chin and sank even deeper, doing her level best to break the catfighter’s spirit (and possibly her neck) with the 25 to Life.
25 TO LIFE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuAPELIyP-M
Spine bent in an ungodly arch over Raker's knee while the blonde also wrenched away on Suguitan's neck with her Nelson, The Fixer sought to destroy Alexis' body and will from two locations. The Phenom's arms flailed wildly as she reacted out of panic, the pain pushing her away from rational movements almost instantly. As the bend in her backbone grew and the blood supply to her brain lessened, Lexy knew this bear trap was inescapable in her condition. Her foe having expertly left her without an alternative, the Penthouse Panther held on for long seconds until the 'TAP' chant comes from the FAWNatics and the suggestion proved overwhelming.
Grunting out a 'please stahhp' through her clenched jaw, Alexis tapped out her surrender on Rachel's shoulder. Raker held the satisfying grip for a couple extra seconds before she released and let the Filipino's flaccid frame drop to the canvas, conquered.
Rachel paused long enough to let the referee raise her hand, but the Announcer was still confirming her victory when she swung a leg over Alexis’s head and dropped to a seat on her nose! Wedging the soles of her boots against Suguitan’s noggin to keep the brunette from twisting to one side or the other, Raker exacted a little revenge from earlier in the form of a flurry of hard punches to the Filipino’s gulping midsection. Blotted out from the bridge of the nose on down, a furiously squealing Alexis gamely defended her abs until Rachel moved her attention north for a double nipple twist that had her heels beating the canvas in frantic anguish. “Still wanna even that score, Lexy?” Raker asked between tugs. “Still think you’re the baddest ass in the Associates?”
Suguitan spat something absorbed by the blonde’s trunks, then grabbed hold of her tormentor’s wrists, albeit with far less vigor than she would’ve liked. Rachel shrugged them off, released the claw and palmed one hand against Alexis’s thighs so she could push the whole leg away from her torso. Her adjustment left the catfighter’s crotch undefended and Raker took full advantage, just CLAMPING down on the exposed swatch of white lyrca.
“Tap out.” Rachel demanded of her wailing seat. “Tap out and keep tapping or I’ll ride you into the ground.”
Well beyond the point of resistance, Alexis slapped at her opponent’s wrist, then her elbow, then finally those engulfing glutes, anywhere she could to end the pain. Rachel finally relented nearly a minute later, the Cutthroat Counselor punctuating her latest victory with a spiteful SLAP to Suguitan’s center. Pushing to her feet, she planted a boot on Alexis’s fluttering chest and raised both hands high, the pose a stern warning to any woman who dared step into her ring.