Post by bigfan on Apr 3, 2018 18:44:44 GMT
The video package on the FAWN’tron winked out of existence but left the capacity crowd buzzing with anticipation for the latest installment in what had become a bitter rivalry. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, representing the Black Hats, hailing from Foxriver, New York... She stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is the All World Millennial… this is LYYYSSSSSSAAA ZAAAHHHNNN!!!!!”
Jeers claimed sole ownership of the FAWN Arena for a few seconds before they were soon joined by ‘Criticize‘.
LYSSA ZAHN:
Right on cue, the curtains slid apart for the ravishing brunette that strode into view, smart phone already in hand for a trio of perfectly shot selfies. As pleased with the results as she was nauseated by the funk of Cheetos and basement coming from the crowd, Lyssa Zahn dismissed one and all with superior smirk before she slipped the phone back into a snug elastic band on her right arm and started down the aisle.
For this make or break match with a woman she‘d grown to despise, Lyssa wore predominately black spandex: a two piece, the top with thin, pink shoulder straps set at a slight angle, and a pink mesh “plate” over the clavicle, rising into a collar. The bottom rim of this piece and the neckline of the bikini top worked to create almost a heart-shaped “cleavage window.” Matching bottoms (with pink trim), pink wristbands and pads, and black boots completed the look.
Zahn made her way to the ring with a devilish gleam in her eye, the hardbody brunette basking as much in the derisive jeers as the whistles and looks of appreciation. As the saying went, the worst thing in wrestling was to be ignored, and one thing was certain: wherever the venue, the music of Lyssa Zahn was impossible to ignore. The Tweeting Tyrant climbed the steps, slipped through the ropes and nearly skipped to her corner. Settling in against the buckles, Lyssa produced her phone once more but not for selfies, alerts or snaps. Instead she turned the gadget on its side and started to record what would surely be ‘Ronnie Treymane’s last ride.
Adelita’s Way had just faded into the background when the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Bridgeport California she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds, she is the Dangerous Dame… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
A black & white flood swept away the Technicolor in an instant and the Treymane Gang greeted their Grayscale Goddess at the top of their lungs. Accompanied by Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’ the Pinstripe Powerhouse stormed through the curtain, paused atop the stage and flicked her trenchcoat aside to reveal the replica Thompson braced against one thigh. “You’ve turned humiliation into a game, Daisy.” the former World Champion muttered to the camera as it pulled in close. “And up ‘til now, you’ve been winning. But tonight?” She raised her barking iron and smiled. “Tonight you sing the Pinstripe Blues.” With that she pointed the Thompson down and pulled the trigger to sweep a blistering line of pyro across the aisle. Releasing the trigger only when the drum clicked empty, Veronica dropped the barking iron to her side and made quick time toward the squared circle.
VERONICA TREYMANE:
For tonight’s heartbreaking affair the Neo-Noir Knockout wore the midnight blue version of her usual boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, while her pads and boots matched the blue of her trunks. Her boots remained matte black, as per usual. Approaching the ring with none of her usual attention to the folks on the aisle, Treymane stomped up the steps, then paused on the apron to wipe off her pads and boots.
From the inside, referee Craig Long approached the ropes and offered to ‘Ronnie’s hat, coat and firepower. She gave up all three before she slipped through the ropes and went straight for Lyssa’s corner. Give the Black Hat credit, she didn’t stop filming when Treymane closed in, though her previously steady camera work developed a serious case of cinema verite jitters when Veronica hopped off one foot and fired a boot straight at the phone! Zahn pulled it out of harm’s way in the knick of time, but the damage was done. Her shot was ruined and even worse, that idiot long scurried over and confiscated her phone for ‘safe keeping’.
“You’re gonna pay for that, asshole.” Lyssa promised the smiling blonde.
“Don’t worry about it, Lyssa.” Veronica replied in a tone of poisoned sweetness. “You won’t need a camera to get the kind of close-ups I’m gonna give you tonight.” Still smiling, she rounded on her heel and strutted to the opposite corner, where she climbed to the middle rope.
Treymane didn’t need to sneak a look at the FAWN’tron to know she had Zahn’s attention, she could feel the brunette’s gaze burning between her shoulders like the beam of a magnifying glass focused on an anthill by a particularly malicious child. She didn’t mind it at all, in truth she welcomed every bit of irritation and anger she could draw from the Vine Vixen. Still mounted on the second rope, she put her hands on her hips and looked out over the capacity crowd. “ALL RIGHT YOUSE MUGS!” she roared. “WHO WANTS TO SEE ME GET ANALOG ON THIS DIGITAL DAISY?”
The Orlando Faithful answered with a cheer that almost immediately curdled to a cry of alarm. That was fine, it was exactly what Treymane wanted. Holding her position for a count of ‘two Mississippi’, she abruptly leapt backward and peeled off a quick one-eighty, all the better to confirm the nature of this incoming threat. It was Lyssa of course, the powerful battler more than halfway across the squared circle with both hands locked overhead in a Double Axehandle. Zahn hit the brakes when she realized her cover was blown, but simple forward momentum kept her going right up until the moment ‘Ronnie raised her left knee and THWHONKED it between her opponent’s eyes. The Pintrest Pin-Up went down hard, landing flat on her back with both legs kicked up like she’d caught a stiff Powerbomb outta nowhere!
BARKING IRON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q2UCJpjfpmk
“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET!” Treymane bellowed down at the poleaxed battler the instant she was on her feet. “THAT’S WHAT YOU GET, YOU SNEAKING, GUTLESS BYTCH!”
She leaned down to snatch a double handful of hair, or would have, if Craig hadn’t interposed himself between the Moll and her target. “Jeeze ‘Ronnie, get back to your corner, ok?” he pleaded. “The bell hasn’t even rang yet!”
Veronica didn’t try to get around him, but she didn’t cede so much as an inch. “Didn’t stop her from rushing the corner, Craig. Now ring the bell and stay out of my way.”
Long was understandably wary about starting a contest with one of his charges already flat on her ass, but Veronica did have a point… and Zahn HAD torched him on Rate-a-Ref for no good reason earlier this month. He leveled an index finger at the former World Champion. “Obey my commands at all times, understand?”
The Dangerous Dame nodded, her eyes flicking from Lyssa to him for half a second at most. Craig stepped aside and threw a signal to the Timekeeper. Veronica was off at the CLANG of the bell, rounding on one heel to run the ropes directly in front of her seated opposition. Still deep in a fog following that goddamned Flying Knee, Zahn heard boots leave and return, but didn’t raise her head to look until THWHACK! Treymane drove her heel between the Black Hat’s eyes, knocking her flat on the spot.
LOW BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MV71IrTQFDg
Slowing to a stop after the Low Boot, Veronica circled back around and planted a foot on either side of her opponent’s chest. “Don’t think this is going to be quick, Daisy.” the blonde told her rival as she smacked a fresh drum into her invisible Thompson. “Quick’s too good for the likes of you.” With that she raised the barrel to the rafters and let loose of a fusillade that earning herself a resounding burst of fan-made fire. Their support was appreciated of course, but Veronica Treymane had something a bit more solid in mind, which was why she threw the gun away, then leapt into the air and came down with both knees THWHUMPING her opponent’s chest! Zahn ‘OOOFFFHED!’ and shuddered violently, her legs kicking into the air with the force of her attacker’s landing. Given what she’d gone through, Veronica wasn’t about to let the brunette off with a flash loss, yet there was a certain dark joy in the prospect of embarrassing her rival, so she hooked Lyssa’s right leg and slid forward in a high Schoolgirl Pin good for…
ONE…
TWO…
The TweetStormTrooper kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO’, a disappointment to everyone save the Pinstripe Powerhouse. On her feet in an instant, Treymane backed off far enough to avoid any sneaky shots from the notoriously duplicitous brunette, but not nearly far enough Lyssa to make a break for it. “Up, Zahn!” ‘Ronnie snapped to Zahn, who’d only made it to all fours. “I said UP!” she closed in and clapped the back of Lyssa’s noggin with a disrespectful overhand Slap. “Stand and fight, Daisy. Isn’t this exactly what you wanted?”
She went to slap her a second time, but the Social Media Superstar straightened up and swatted the effort aside. “Slap me again you time warped slut.” she growled. “See what it get UUNNNGGGHHH!”
Veronica didn’t slap her, instead she snatched a double handful of hair, jerked Lyssa forward and pivoted into her to THWHUMP the strong curve of her left hip. Lyssa’s head snapped to one side, the Black Hat knocked to her hands and knees for the third time in less than a minute. Forcing herself to stand well before her legs were completely steady, Zahn honed in on the glowering blonde and snarled, “You don’t f*cking learn, do you? You think what I did to you at Season’s Beatings was bad? Bytch, you’ll have to wear a mask if you wanna keep wrestling around OOOFFFHHH!”
Veronica stepped to her showing clench and Lyssa raised her hands to engage the former World Champion plowed the broad side of her left thigh into opposing tummy! Almost doubled over by the unpleasant gut check, Lyssa backpedaled as gracefully as possible, the gaping grappler keeping one hand outstretched for defense while the other swept behind in search of a--
“ROPES!” Lyssa almost shouted when she found the second strand. “Back this asshole off, Long! I’m in the UUNNNGGGHH!” Veronica cupped her left hand against the base of Zahn’s neck and buggywhipped a hard right hand into the brunette’s vulnerable flank. Lyssa sucked wind, hooked her arm over the rope and straightened up “UUUNNNGGGHH!” The Gorgeous Gangster lit into her twice more, ‘Ronnie using the developing welt on Zahn’s tummy to better guide her knuckles.
GUT WORK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aOId8yGTOWY
“Ease off, Veronica.” Craig said when the blonde went to rake a hand through her hair. “She made it to the ropes fair and square.”
Treymane nodded, raised her hands and backed away. “That she did. She also put my sister on the shelf for most of a year.” Her observation was still registering with the referee when the Pinstripe Powerhouse rushed forward and drove her right foot into Zahn’s abs with a flat out Sparta Kick! Unprepared for the shotgun blast of her opponent’s strike, Lyssa doubled up around the encroaching foot and tumbled backward between the top and middle ropes to hit the floor in an awkward somersault. “Don’t say a word.” Treymane warned Craig as she backed toward the ropes on the far side. “I’ve got twenty seconds to work with and I mean to use every bit of it.”
Craig shook his head but didn’t bother to waste his breath. He knew ‘Ronnie was as good as her word, just like he knew she wasn’t going to cut Lyssa Zahn a damn bit of slack until she’d balanced the ledger between-- his thoughts were interrupted by a roar from the FAWNatics as Veronica raced by like some sort of pinstriped plague wind. Reaching the edge just as Lyssa regained her feet, Treymane hurled herself between bottom and middle rope to BWAAANG the Black Hat’s spine against the steel guardrail!
Fans in the front row raised their knees just in time to avoid bruised shins, not that their own narrow escape earned Zahn any sympathy, the boos were just as lusty as she slid to a pained seat in the vengeful shadow of one Veronica Treymane. “You’re done, Daisy.” she told the faltering fighter. “And your Wall of Shame? I’m gonna plaster it with shots of my boot connecting with your cowardly ass.” Lyssa only muttered a curse, which would’ve disappointed the Pinstripe Powerhouse if she wasn’t able to fill her hands with the brunette’s hair. Thankfully she was able to indulge this particular whimsy and she took obvious pleasure in hauling Zahn back to her feet.
A single Kneelift aimed *just* above Lyssa’s navel preempted any possible jailbreaks and rendered the Black Hat sludgy enough for ‘Ronnie to hook her arms over the top of the barricade. Once those were dealt with she helped herself to a handful of hair, jerked the brunette’s head back and proceeded to grrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiind the ridge of her forearm back ‘n forth against Lyssa’s defenseless face! Zahn groaned, started to straighten up and got a Kneelift to the gut for her troubles.
“You’re not going anywhere, honey.” she growled. “Not until I’ve made you feel even a fraction of what you put Rachel through.” Vengeance was all well and good of course, but there was still the count to worry about and Craig put it at the front of Treymane’s mind by calling ‘TWELVE!’ Wasn’t nearly enough time for Veronica’s liking, so she grabbed Zahn by the scruff of the neck, rushed across the narrow aisle and BWUUUNKED her forehead against the apron!
Lyssa managed to grab hold of the bottom rope so she didn’t fall, but she sure as hell wasn’t going anywhere in a hurry, so the Dangerous Dame took the opportunity to slide under the bottom and break the count.
“C’mon Veronica, get it back in the ring, how ‘bout it?” Long pleaded. “I don’t wanna make twenty counts all night.”
Veronica got to her feet and clapped him on the shoulder. “Then don’t!” Issue settled (at least for now) Treymane made her way back to the apron where she casually planted a heel on Lyssa’s left hand.
“AAARRRRRHHH DAMMIT!” Zahn shrieked as Treymane tried to grind the delicate bones of her hand to a fine paste. “GET HER OFF ME LONG! I’M IN THE F*CKING NNNGHHH!”
Veronica raised her foot and jabbed the toe of that boot into the side of Zahn’s head. The Pintrest Pin-Up went skittering and sliding down the apron, still holding onto the bottom rope like it was a lifeline. Eager to see that lifeline snap, Veronica backed up a few steps, then raced down the narrow ledge with punishment on her mind.
Zahn didn’t actually hear her coming over the roar of the crowd, but instinct told her trouble was coming and rather than clear out she turned into it and lashed her right arm along the apron like it was a scythe! Call it a lucky shot or the devil’s own luck, whatever it was, Lyssa Zahn avoided the Soccer Kick aimed at her face and swept the Dangerous Dame’s plant leg out from underneath. The result was a cringe-worthy pratfall from the apron to the floor, ‘Ronnie landing HARD on her face and chest.
Far too frazzled to enjoy the GIF-ability of her adversary’s landing, the Tweeting Tyrant marched over to the wreckage and proceeded to lay in the boots. Lower back, buttocks, shoulders and thighs, Zahn moved from spot to spot, tenderizing and traumatizing until Treymane made it to all fours several seconds later. “Oh, you want up?” Lyssa sneered to the blonde’s vulnerable back. “I’m not sure you can handle it, but let’s find out, shall we?” Collecting her rival at trunks and tresses, Zahn hauled her to boot-leather, then charged down the aisle at full speed and THAWHUNKED Veronica’s noggin against the solid steel of the ring post! Treymane’s knees unhinged on impact and she slid down into a woozy penance despite trying to hook an arm around the post.
Behind her, Lyssa ‘flicked’ her trunks across her glutes and smirked. “Yeah, I didn’t think you were ready. And if you couldn’t handle THAT, then THIS is just gonna wreck your day!” Helping herself to another handful of pinstriped waistband, Zahn hauled her foe off the floor, then grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and whipped around in a half circle all to BWAAAAAANG Treymane shoulder-first into the steel guardrail! The FAWNatics shrieked right along with Veronica, though they were lucky enough to settle in their seats, whereas as the former World Champion was left curled up and groaning on the thin blue mats.
Infuriated by the way this asshole had teed off on her for what felt like forever, Zahn grabbed hold of the barricade with both hands and used it to keep herself steady whilst unleashing a veritable flood of stomps on Treymane’s shoulder, bicep and ribs. The mugging would’ve continued for quite a bit longer if she hadn’t heard that idiot Craig Long call ‘FIFTEEN!’ over the roar of the crowd. Snorting in disgust, Lyssa tacked on a forget me not kick to ‘Ronnie’s tummy, then whirled around and dove under the bottom rope. On her feet in an instant, the TweetStormTrooper stomped up to the zebra and said, “Hey Craig, remember how you always count so F*CKING SLOW on my pins? I’m going to need you do to that while I’m having fun on the outside, kay?”
Long didn’t much care for the Black Hat’s tone, alas he didn’t get to tell her as such before she dipped through the ropes to the outside.
“How’s that shoulder, ‘Ronnie? Feeling a little twinge?” Lyssa’s words dripped with concern but her actions were pure malice, as Treymane discovered when Zahn stomped on the aching joint once, twice, three times!
Veronica hissed, scrambled to one knee and managed to land a single hard elbow to the brunette’s midsection. Far from a deterrent, the resistance only angered Zahn, who grabbed a double handful of blonde hair and BWOOOOONKED her opponent’s skull into the barricade!
“You’re not tough.” Lyssa spat once Treymane went back to covering up. “You’re GOOD, maybe even great, I’ll give you that much. But in a street fight? A war of attrition? You crumble.” Zahn scraped her off the floor with a double handful of hair, then went back to the trunks grip to maneuver her around under the bottom--NO! Lyssa spun in a wicked circle and hurled her adversary back into the guardrail with a gawdawful BWANG!
Unmoved by the concern of the crowd or the mewling wreckage at her feet, Zahn raised a hand and began ticking names off a list. “Leah Montoya. Jenny Jacobs. Autumn Sammain. Oh and let’s not forget Maddy Crane. She had you on the ropes until Jacobs butted in. All of those chicks found the quitter in you, ‘Ronnie. Me? I’ve already found it, now I’m gonna make a documentary and show it to the whole world.”
At her feet, Treymane rolled to her stomach and fought to her knees, using the brunette’s legs to help her rise. Zahn didn’t stop her, she enjoyed the feel of Veronica’s hands scrabbling weakly at her flanks. Another handful of hair brought the Dangerous Dame back to vertical and though it was sorely tempting to put her into the barricade a third time, Lyssa was tired of listening to Long’s droning, so she helped herself to a mean hair pull and a meaner wedgie and slung Treymane under the bottom rope like a sack of laundry. The Pintrest Pin-Up pulled herself onto the apron and started through, only to pull back when she’d noted the blonde’s position. Heading to the nearest corner instead, she climbed to the high rent district and briefly turned her attention to the audience. “HASHTAG KNEEL BEFORE ZAHN, PEOPLE! I WANNA SEE AAAAALLLLLL THE ANGLES ON THIS ONE!”
The response was overwhelmingly negative, and yet hundreds, if not thousands of cameras went off when Lyssa leapt into the aether, pulled off a mid-air toe touch and came down with every bit of her hundred and thirty pounds THWHAMMING down atop Veronica’s chest! Zahn bounced to one knee, slung a leg over her victim’s torso and hooked the right leg in a Half Matchbook so snug it pointed Treymane’s rump at the rafters. With her own tush snug and secure on ‘Ronnie’s chest, Lyssa raised her free hand high and counted off the…
FROG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PzeqaJPH7kw
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Dangerous Dame fought her way out with half a second to spare. This earned her a round of applause from the FAWNatics and Craig Long a withering look from Lyssa Zahn. “And there’s another half point off your rating, asshole.” she told the official, who only sighed and shook his head. In truth Zahn didn’t mind the near-fall, it gave her all the reason she needed to continue beating Treymane’s overrated ass. “Still feelin’ tough?” Lyssa clapped her blonde on the butt in supremely condescending fashion. “Still feelin’ like a gangster?” Veronica swatted Lyssa’s hand away, not that it stopped the Black Hat from plunging her hands into the other woman’s hair. “Think I’m gonna put you over my knee before the night is over.” Zahn mused once she’d hauled Treymane off the mat. “Not just yet, soon though. Don’t want you so out of it you can’t wail for the camRUUHHH!”
Veronica stuffed a punch into her tormentor’s belly, then stood up and clasped her hands across the nape of Lyssa’s neck. Another heartbeat and she would’ve gutted the brunette with a huge Kneelift, alas Lyssa stuffed the effort with a thumb to the eye and series of half a dozen Forearm Smashes straight to the mush! Backed into the buckles by her opponent’s fusillade, Treymane didn’t consider seeking a break, instead she stunned Zahn with a quick Headbutt and pinned her arms down at her sides with a Bear Hug.
“You’re the only brat getting spanked tonight, Daisy.” ‘Ronnie promised in between squeezes. “Won’t be any bikini-shots for a week or more, unless you WANT everyone to see my handprint all over your fat--”
Lyssa threaded a foot over the bottom rope and barked, “Break! Get her off me, Long!”
Craig hurried over, confirmed she was in fact in the ropes and tapped Veronica’s shoulder. “Ok ‘Ronnie, let her go. She earned it.”
Treymane set her feet and lifted, the pressure forcing Zahn onto tiptoe. “Say whatever you want, Shamus.” the former World Champ muttered, “but everyone knows this little bytch hasn’t earned a single thing in her whole miserable AAAARRRRHHHHH!”
Lyssa decided that Veronica was taking far too long to comply with the zebra’s orders, so she provided incentive by leaning down and chomping on the blonde’s nose! Treymane abandoned the Hug at once, leaving her vulnerable to the Kneelift Zahn THWHUMPED across her midsection. Shaken by the ferocity these two seemed to conjure at a moment’s notice, Craig stepped in and said, “Back it off, Lyssa. She’s in the corner and you got a clean break, so why not--”
“Either count me out or back off.” the Vine Vixen growled without even looking his way.
Long chose the latter, giving Zahn all the room she needed to hook Treymane like she was thinking Scoop Slam. And yes, Lyssa did scoop her blonde off the mat, but the slam was more of a rough placement, Zahn setting her adversary across the top ropes so her body created the base of a crude triangle. Gripping Veronica’s right knee for support, Lyssa mounted the bottom rope thus giving her an staging area to launch her next attack. “I’VE never earned anything? Is that what I heard, ‘Ronnie? Bytch, I’m earning EVERYTHING I take from you. And I’m earning it the hard way.”
Of course in this instance the way was hardest for Veronica herself, as she discovered when Zahn curled her free hand into a fist and proceeded to PWAK-PWAK-PWAK the blonde’s defenseless abs! Powerless to resist the ingrained urge to count, the sold out crowd followed the Zahnlyphone all the way to ‘TEN!’ whereupon the callous conductor bent down and drew the gasping grappler against her chest. From there she made her way to the second rope, then slung her burden over and down, Treymane THAWHAMMING into the deck more than halfway across the ring thanks to the Avalanche Fallaway Slam. Barely resisting the urge to brush some invisible dust off her hands, Lyssa fast-crawled over to the decimated dame and splashed down across her chest in a Crossbody good for…
AVALANCHE FALLAWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbxzJ2IOhOk
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOO!
Veronica bridged up, forcing the brunette back on her haunches a whisper shy of ‘THREE!’
“Still pretending you’re tough?” Zahn grunted whilst hauling Veronica to her feet in stages. “Let’s see if you can keep it up after I’ve Meme’d you again.” Silence from Treymane and concern from the crowd when Lyssa lowered her right shoulder and slipped that arm between the Pinstripe Powerhouse’s stems and muscled her onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. “YOU SEE THIS BYTCH?” Lyssa turned in a gaudy circle, so that there was absolutely no mistake of which bytch she meant. “SHE’S A RELIC! A HAS-BEEN! UTTERLY OBSOLETE!” She stopped facing the hard camera, offered it an evil smile. “And I’m going to throw her out with the rest of the traNNNGGHH!”
Veronica slammed her right knee into the side of Zahn’s head, forcing the Black Hat to stumble a few steps to the left. “Not enough, bytch.” Lyssa snarled after she’d caught her balance. “You’re going NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
The blonde’s next attack came from her right elbow. Then a second knee strike. And a second elbow, Treymane just hammering away at Zahn’s skull until the Black Hat abandoned the Fireman’s Carry to protect her aching noggin. Set down on legs that felt like they might give way in the slightest breeze, Veronica knew she needed to capitalize with the biggest shot possible, yet instead of going for a High Knee or Chicago Lightning or even a Chopblock, the blonde only pursed her lips for a low, taunting whistle. Lyssa whirled at once, hands already crooked into talons ready for--CRAAACK!
Treymane caught her on the mouth with a backhanded Bytch Slap that earned a deafening reaction from the Heartbroken throng. “Wanna time-out to straighten your face, Daisy?” Veronica chided the brunette, who cupped her stinging cheek in one hand. “Or maybe you want me to slap it back to nor--”
Zahn came at her with Haymaker worthy of the alley behind the Slaughtered Lamb, alas the Magnificent Moll was tired of her foe’s fists, so she dipped beneath it and plucked the other woman off her feet with almost casual ease. Holding Lyssa snug across her chest, ‘Ronnie made her own turn to the hard camera, but rather than say anything she bent down and tossed the TweetStormTrooper up onto her shoulders in the stall position for a Powerbomb. Then she dropped forward and down, Treymane landing heavily on her knees, which was nothing compared to the ungodly THWHAM Lyssa made coming down on the back of her head and shoulders. Folded into a rough matchbook by Treymane’s Hard Goodbye, Zahn offered no resistance as Veronica leaned hard against those upturned haunches for…
THE HARD GOODBYE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4TBRPaFOqgo
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Groans of disapproval from those assembled when the Black Hat jolted free of Veronica’s clutches at two and a half. Treymane looked to Long, who confirmed the result with a pair of raised fingers. She nodded, worked a hand into Lyssa’s dark locks and scraped her off the mat. “C’mon Daisy, we’re not done yet.” ’Ronnie told her prey. “I don’t think we’re gonna be done until you’re pleading for mercy.”
Lyssa actually laughed, a harsh, humorless sound that devolved into groan by the end. “Sounds like we’re never gonna be finished, bytch.” Zahn huffed. “Because I’ll never beg you for anyWHOOAAAH!’
The Dangerous Dame scooped Lyssa into the same Crossbody position she’d occupied moments prior, but rather than soften her Goodbye with another, Veronica lifted Zahn a little higher, then dropped to one knee to THWHUMP those hapless ribs against her posted thigh! Lyssa ’oooffffffhh’ed, tried to wriggle free, but Veronica kept her bundled tight while straightened up and turned to the left. A beaming smile for that side of the ring and a second Ribreaker for Zahn, the Tweeting Tyrant gnashing her teeth to stifle a moan as the blonde’s knee dug deep. Treymane was back on her feet moments after impact with Lyssa still wriggling in her grasp.
“Hope you’re smiling for that side of the arena, Daisy.” ’Ronnie taunted her gasping rival. “This side’s getting nothing but your dumpy ass.”
Lyssa hissed in abject hate and fought all the harder, not that it stopped the former World Champ from a second quarter turn and a third Ribbreaker. “You bytch.” Zahn gasped as Treymane finished her circuit pointed at the hard camera. “Enjoy every bit of this because I’ll be grinning from ear to ear when I posterize your pathetic asSSWOAANNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse tossed her burden up & away in a pretty little barrel roll that turned downright ugly when Veronica took a knee to THWHUMP the small of Zahn’s back. Lyssa slid off the bony joint and landed flat, meaning Treymane didn’t have to waste precious time rolling her over before she went for the cover. In perfect position to note the pin, Craig sank to one knee and smacked the mat…
THE BACKBREAKER OF DR. CALIGARI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBIhCZ1W9f4
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lyssa stuffed a hand into Veronica’s face to break the count, then tumbled onto her stomach to make sure the time-locked doofus couldn’t follow up with “NNNNNGGGGGGGGHH!”
More than happy to continue her scorched earth campaign against the brunette’s back, Treymane got up and dropped both boots on the small of Zahn’s back with a quick Double Stomp! The pain of those hundred and thirty-plus pounds was still quite new when ‘Ronnie hopped again, only this time she kicked her legs forward and pulled her knees up into a near cannonball to put even more power behind the Senton she THWHUMPED atop Lyssa’s spine!
“Hateful f*ck!” Lyssa wailed even as she writhed on the mat. “Keep off my--” the yowl from Zahn was swallowed by the roar of the crowd when Veronica braced the sole of one boot against her foe’s cheek and spun in a swift, vengeful circle! Thus preoccupied with the status of her face, Lyssa mounted no defense when Veronica helped herself to a handful of black waistband and hauled her to boot-leather.
A heavy Forearm Smash to the Black Hat’s lower back slowed Zahn’s responses long enough for Treymane to press in on her left side and seize Lyssa’s wrist, which she pulled between her foe’s gams in a Pumphandle. Hooking her left arm beneath Lyssa’s exposed right bicep, Veronica cranked back in an impromptu Abdominal Stretch and taunted, “What’s wrong, Daisy? Not feeling so tuff anymore?”
“Tougher than you, cupcake.” Zahn groaned. “I’m not the one who begged Autumn Sammain to let her AAAARRRRRRRHHHHHH FAHK!”
Treymane reefed back on her grip to hoist the captured lovely off the mat, Lyssa spun in mid-ascent so that she reached the apex looking into the overhead lights. From there Veronica didn’t just drop, she pulled Zahn down, the Dangerous Dame putting every bit of spite, malice and revenge into her prey’s hellacious landing across the point of her knee. No holding it in now, Lyssa shrieked to wake the dead as she finished her Journey into Fear. Beside her, Treymane forced the wincing warrior down flat so she could climb aboard and wedge Zahn’s chin into the fork of her crotch for an extremely snug Schoolgirl Pin. This was punctuated with a bit of uncharacteristic showboating, Treymane showing her fans the double bicep flex while the ref tolled off…
JOURNEY INTO FEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7hkLtSHexg
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOO!
Lyssa bridged onto her toes, the sudden shift in positioning just enough to topple ‘Ronnie short of ‘THREE!’
Veronica looked to the ref for confirmation, grunted in irritation when he showed her two fingers. “If you think you can bring up All Hallows Evil and not scream for it, you’re even more foolish than I thought.” Treymane noted once she’d laid claim to Zahn’s left wrist. “And since you brought up begging…” The Marvelous Moll scraped her off the canvas by degrees, Lyssa’s normally sturdy frame looking like it might collapse at any time. Still holding the Vine Vixen’s left hand hostage, Veronica swept around behind to draw the limb across Zahn’s neck Straightjacket style, then slipped her free arm between Lyssa’s legs and lifted her across her shoulders in a spine-wrenching Torture Rack. “You can tap out anytime.” the vindictive battler sneered as she began to jostle and jounce the agonizing stretch. “But I’m not letting you go until I hear an apology… and maybe some tears to go with it.”
STRAIGHTJACKET TORTURE RACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ab9vIXYVs4M
“KISS MY ASS!” Zahn bellowed her answer both to keep the official at bay and to cover the sound of another pained wail. “YOU’RE THE ONE THAT’S GOING TO BEGGRRRRHHHHH!”
An emphatic mixture of surprise and delight from the crowd when Veronica crooked her left hand into a spade and set it to work between Lyssa’s thighs. “No Daisy,” ‘Ronnie huffed as she worked the Claw, Straightjacket and Torture Rack in vicious three-part harmony. “You’re the one begging tonight. And you won’t stop until I’m AAARRRRHHH! EYES! CRAIG! MY EYES!”
Long appreciated the alert but it wasn’t really necessary, he’d noticed the infraction as soon it began. “Away from her eyes, Lyssa! I mean it! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Zahn let loose and Veronica started to breathe easier, only to yowl afresh when the Black Hat hooked two fingers into her nose! Treymane stumbled backward, almost lost her balance before steadying out. Didn’t do a damned thing for the tines in her nostrils, though thankfully Craig was ready with another stern count. “ONE! TWO! THREE!”
Lyssa ended at a second earlier than expected and used the split second of confusion to deliver a stiff SLAP to the blonde’s cheek! Then she slipped her thumb into the side of Treymane’s mouth and pulled like she meant to widen her smile by several inches! Veronica never abandoned the Torture Rack through this punishment, though by the end she was stepping in fencepost holes and-- Lyssa Zahn stretched out her left leg and hooked it under the bottom rope. “BREAK!” she croaked. “For f*ck’s sake, get this whore off of--”
The Dangerous Dame pushed back as she stepped forward, dumping her brunette into an awkward fall that could’ve taken Zahn straight to the arena floor if she hadn’t hooked an arm over the middle rope. Clambering to verticality without so much as a pause for breath, the Pintrest Pin-Up snarled, “Bytch, you are going to suffer for daring to work my--”
THWHACK!
Treymane caught her with a huge Big Boot, the kind that caused the FAWNatics to surreptitiously check their own dental work shortly thereafter. Uninterested in Zahn’s teeth unless they were on the mat, Veronica reached over the top rope, grabbed a handful of hair and drew the wobbly-legged brunette in close. “I’m not working your trunks, Daisy. I’m RUINING your trunks.”
With that she spun away and raced to the far side of the squared circle. Popping to their feet as Treymane made the return trip, those assembled prepared for a mighty roar only to voice an equally enthusiastic groan when Lyssa grabbed hold of the middle rope and launched herself through the strands to THAWHUMP her left shoulder into the pit of ‘Ronnie’s stomach. Folded in half by the Slingshot Spear, Treymane could only gape as Zahn hooked the far leg and settled into a Back Press good for the…
SLINGSHOT SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8-8LhfAOhg
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Veronica shivered loose with a whisper to spare, much to the disgust of one Lyssa Zahn. “Oh, do you think you’re too tuff to stay down, f*cker? she barked at the breathless blonde. “Let’s see if you’re tuff enough for a taste of your own goddamned medicine!”
Said medicine proved to be of the most bitter variety, as Treymane discovered when Lyssa grabbed her by the hair and draaaaaaaaggged her to the middle of the ring. Once her prey was safely removed from any possibility of rescue in the ropes, the TweetStormTrooper dropped down onto ‘Ronnie’s stomach in a heavy reverse straddle and affixed one spade-claw hand to the center of the blonde’s briefs. “ASK HER!” Zahn snarled to Craig as she punished Treymane’s undercarriage with her best Kathy Dennehy impression. “BETTER YET, JUST RING THE BELL! LITTLE BYTCH IS ABOUT TO EEERRRRRHHHHHH F*CK!”
Galvanized by the anguish of the claw grip and her overwhelming hatred for Lyssa Zahn, Veronica pushed up on one elbow, fashioned a talon of her own and raaaaaaaaaaaked it down the brunette’s back with every intention of drawing blood. One wasn’t enough, so she did it again and again and again, Veronica roaring out her rage as Lyssa tried to break her in the most galling way poss--“AAAAWWWWWW GAAAAAAAHD!” the Dangerous Dame sobbed when Zahn bypassed the lycra’s thin defenses to attack her directly.
“Scratch all you want, skank.” Lyssa rasped. “You’re still going outNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Treymane traded her claw for a clamp, bearing down on the brunette’s right shoulder so she could sit up and clout heavy, vengeful Forearm Smashes against the base of Zahn’s neck. Amazed and infuriated Lyssa’s weight of shot this late in the fight, the Vine Vixen abandoned her grip in favor of a single heartless Hammer Punch centered directly between her foe’s thighs. Veronica wailed, turned onto her side and curled into a loose ball because Zahn rose out of her mount. “You’re done, Treymane.” Lyssa spat at the whimpering warrior. “I’m not gonna have to put you on the shelf because you won’t show your face after tonight.”
Happy to fulfill her own prophecy, Zahn hauled Veronica off the mat and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. A stinging slap to the lower back quieted what little resistance Treymane offered and once that was out of the way a Waistlock spun the former World Champion onto the brunette’s sturdy shoulders. Already on their feet, the FAWNatics urged the Gorgeous Gangster to escape the predicament, alas down proved the only way out, as Lyssa proved when she dropped to her butt to THWHAM Treymane against the thinly-sheathed plywood. Sticking close after the hellacious landing, Zahn hooked her heels over Veronica’s biceps and pressed her hands to the blonde’s calves to keep her folded up for…
SIT-OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBEWXOmddoI
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Pinstripe Powerhouse jolted loose, flopping over onto her belly mere millimeters shy of another heartbreaking loss. Denied victory by the slimmest of margins, Lyssa took a deep breath and quashed her urge to strangle Craig Long with the promise of absolutely burying him on Rate-A-Ref before she left the building. Thusly placated, she got to her feet and made haste to the nearest corner.
Posted on the top floor by the time Treymane made it to all fours, Lyssa didn’t bother with trash talk, she didn’t want anything to take away from the shock in Veronica’s eyes when she-there! A knock-kneed ‘Ronnie turned toward Zahn’s perch, all the invitation she needed to leap into the void. Lips pulled back in a hateful grin, Lyssa raised her knees to hip level and aimed them straight at the blonde’s should-- Treymane tried to spin aside and ended up collapsing to all fours. It wasn’t the best look, yet it did the job just fine because Lyssa THAWHAMMED down knees-first against the freshly vacated space. The Tweeting Tyrant hit hard and landed ugly, Lyssa bouncing and rolling most of the way to the ropes before she came to a groaning stop.
Elsewhere, Treymane didn’t enjoy the brunette’s epic fail nearly as much as she would’ve liked because she was too busy fighting down the nausea of the Crotch Claw and the throbbing ache of the Powerbomb. Even so, her aches were a little older than Lyssa’s and she returned to boot-leather after another deep breath. Limping her way over to the hobbled brunette, ‘Ronnie leaned over and buried her hands in Lyssa’s locks ostensibly to haul her up, but in truth she wanted to feel the witch’s hair giving way beneath her fing--“UUUNNNGGGH!”
Zahn fired an Uppercut from one knee, her forearm SMECKING Treymane’s undercarriage hard enough to make the blonde’s eyes water. “Uh-uh, bytch.” Zahn groaned as she caught her archrival in a loose clinch. “Game’s not over until I say so.” With that she stuffed Veronica’s head under her left arm and quickly snaked her hands beneath opposing biceps in search of the Double Underhook. “Normally blood’s a no-no for the Wall of Shame.” Zahn explained once her hands were locked. “But a few good angles of your broken nose should bring in some very big WHOAAAHH!”
Veronica tore free of the Insta-Slam, stuffed her hands against Lyssa’s midsection and shoved hard enough to send her stumbling into the ropes. The pressure of rubber-coated steel against her back steadied Zahn’s nerves and offered a nice little boost as she bounced out and headed straight for the Magnificent Moll. Lyssa raised her hands for the lock up and ‘Ronnie did too, but the latter dropped to one knee and grabbed the brunette’s hips instead. Then she rose and pushed, Treymane digging deep into her reserves to launch her foe into a quick ascent into the overhead lights! Keeping her wits even as gravity staked its claim, Zahn adjusted her positioning and managed to land in a deep crouch, which would’ve been fine if she hadn’t done so atop Veronica Treymane’s posted knee!
POP-UP ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTqvLOwOy1U
“How’s that feel, Daisy?” the Pinstripe Powerhouse whispered after she’d taken Lyssa’s head in her hands. “Here, have another.” ‘Ronnie pumped a spiteful Kneelift into the brunette’s crotch, then wedged the back of Lyssa’s head against her tummy so she could neutralize opposing arms with a Double Underhook of her own. Zahn tried to take a knee but it was too little too late. Treymane hauled her upright, then swung to the right, and snapped back to the left, the momentum throwing them both into a flawless barrel roll that ended when Lyssa’s face THWHUMPED against the canvas.
DAISY CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NvK1MwS-Ng
Barely aware of the cheering crowd, Veronica shot the Half Nelson to turn Zahn onto her back, then spun around and blotted out Lyssa’s features with a Face Sit. Knees pressed together, Veronica grabbed the brunette’s wrists and pinned them high overhead while Craig and the crowd counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
‘Ronnie let go and pumped a fist, it felt damned good to hear the Announcer confirm, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
The ref strolled over and offered her a hand, but the blonde shook her head ‘no’. “Do you have it?”
Long reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone, though he didn’t offer it. “Sure this is a good idea, Veronica? You just won a best of three and on pay-per-view no less. Do this and Lyssa’s not going to let it go.”
Oh, I know. And I welcome the challenge. Now give me my phone.”
Craig did, then backed off so Treymane could exact her revenge in peace.
I don’t have a Wall of Shame of my own.” she told Lyssa as she tinkered with the gadget. “But I’m more than happy to contribute to yours. That’s why I’ll tag you in all of these.” Silence from Lyssa, which Veronica took as consent to fire off a whole calendar’s worth of selfies taken from just as many mounts and angles, the series telling a story to the whole of the FAWN roster, a story that detailed exactly how much of the brunette’s face could vanish beneath the grinding weight of her foe’s pinstripe prison.
Like any good story, this one had a moral:
Veronica Treymane was as dangerous as ever. And woe be unto the woman who tried to make a name at her expense.
Jeers claimed sole ownership of the FAWN Arena for a few seconds before they were soon joined by ‘Criticize‘.
LYSSA ZAHN:
Right on cue, the curtains slid apart for the ravishing brunette that strode into view, smart phone already in hand for a trio of perfectly shot selfies. As pleased with the results as she was nauseated by the funk of Cheetos and basement coming from the crowd, Lyssa Zahn dismissed one and all with superior smirk before she slipped the phone back into a snug elastic band on her right arm and started down the aisle.
For this make or break match with a woman she‘d grown to despise, Lyssa wore predominately black spandex: a two piece, the top with thin, pink shoulder straps set at a slight angle, and a pink mesh “plate” over the clavicle, rising into a collar. The bottom rim of this piece and the neckline of the bikini top worked to create almost a heart-shaped “cleavage window.” Matching bottoms (with pink trim), pink wristbands and pads, and black boots completed the look.
Zahn made her way to the ring with a devilish gleam in her eye, the hardbody brunette basking as much in the derisive jeers as the whistles and looks of appreciation. As the saying went, the worst thing in wrestling was to be ignored, and one thing was certain: wherever the venue, the music of Lyssa Zahn was impossible to ignore. The Tweeting Tyrant climbed the steps, slipped through the ropes and nearly skipped to her corner. Settling in against the buckles, Lyssa produced her phone once more but not for selfies, alerts or snaps. Instead she turned the gadget on its side and started to record what would surely be ‘Ronnie Treymane’s last ride.
Adelita’s Way had just faded into the background when the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Bridgeport California she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds, she is the Dangerous Dame… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
A black & white flood swept away the Technicolor in an instant and the Treymane Gang greeted their Grayscale Goddess at the top of their lungs. Accompanied by Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’ the Pinstripe Powerhouse stormed through the curtain, paused atop the stage and flicked her trenchcoat aside to reveal the replica Thompson braced against one thigh. “You’ve turned humiliation into a game, Daisy.” the former World Champion muttered to the camera as it pulled in close. “And up ‘til now, you’ve been winning. But tonight?” She raised her barking iron and smiled. “Tonight you sing the Pinstripe Blues.” With that she pointed the Thompson down and pulled the trigger to sweep a blistering line of pyro across the aisle. Releasing the trigger only when the drum clicked empty, Veronica dropped the barking iron to her side and made quick time toward the squared circle.
VERONICA TREYMANE:
For tonight’s heartbreaking affair the Neo-Noir Knockout wore the midnight blue version of her usual boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, while her pads and boots matched the blue of her trunks. Her boots remained matte black, as per usual. Approaching the ring with none of her usual attention to the folks on the aisle, Treymane stomped up the steps, then paused on the apron to wipe off her pads and boots.
From the inside, referee Craig Long approached the ropes and offered to ‘Ronnie’s hat, coat and firepower. She gave up all three before she slipped through the ropes and went straight for Lyssa’s corner. Give the Black Hat credit, she didn’t stop filming when Treymane closed in, though her previously steady camera work developed a serious case of cinema verite jitters when Veronica hopped off one foot and fired a boot straight at the phone! Zahn pulled it out of harm’s way in the knick of time, but the damage was done. Her shot was ruined and even worse, that idiot long scurried over and confiscated her phone for ‘safe keeping’.
“You’re gonna pay for that, asshole.” Lyssa promised the smiling blonde.
“Don’t worry about it, Lyssa.” Veronica replied in a tone of poisoned sweetness. “You won’t need a camera to get the kind of close-ups I’m gonna give you tonight.” Still smiling, she rounded on her heel and strutted to the opposite corner, where she climbed to the middle rope.
Treymane didn’t need to sneak a look at the FAWN’tron to know she had Zahn’s attention, she could feel the brunette’s gaze burning between her shoulders like the beam of a magnifying glass focused on an anthill by a particularly malicious child. She didn’t mind it at all, in truth she welcomed every bit of irritation and anger she could draw from the Vine Vixen. Still mounted on the second rope, she put her hands on her hips and looked out over the capacity crowd. “ALL RIGHT YOUSE MUGS!” she roared. “WHO WANTS TO SEE ME GET ANALOG ON THIS DIGITAL DAISY?”
The Orlando Faithful answered with a cheer that almost immediately curdled to a cry of alarm. That was fine, it was exactly what Treymane wanted. Holding her position for a count of ‘two Mississippi’, she abruptly leapt backward and peeled off a quick one-eighty, all the better to confirm the nature of this incoming threat. It was Lyssa of course, the powerful battler more than halfway across the squared circle with both hands locked overhead in a Double Axehandle. Zahn hit the brakes when she realized her cover was blown, but simple forward momentum kept her going right up until the moment ‘Ronnie raised her left knee and THWHONKED it between her opponent’s eyes. The Pintrest Pin-Up went down hard, landing flat on her back with both legs kicked up like she’d caught a stiff Powerbomb outta nowhere!
BARKING IRON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q2UCJpjfpmk
“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET!” Treymane bellowed down at the poleaxed battler the instant she was on her feet. “THAT’S WHAT YOU GET, YOU SNEAKING, GUTLESS BYTCH!”
She leaned down to snatch a double handful of hair, or would have, if Craig hadn’t interposed himself between the Moll and her target. “Jeeze ‘Ronnie, get back to your corner, ok?” he pleaded. “The bell hasn’t even rang yet!”
Veronica didn’t try to get around him, but she didn’t cede so much as an inch. “Didn’t stop her from rushing the corner, Craig. Now ring the bell and stay out of my way.”
Long was understandably wary about starting a contest with one of his charges already flat on her ass, but Veronica did have a point… and Zahn HAD torched him on Rate-a-Ref for no good reason earlier this month. He leveled an index finger at the former World Champion. “Obey my commands at all times, understand?”
The Dangerous Dame nodded, her eyes flicking from Lyssa to him for half a second at most. Craig stepped aside and threw a signal to the Timekeeper. Veronica was off at the CLANG of the bell, rounding on one heel to run the ropes directly in front of her seated opposition. Still deep in a fog following that goddamned Flying Knee, Zahn heard boots leave and return, but didn’t raise her head to look until THWHACK! Treymane drove her heel between the Black Hat’s eyes, knocking her flat on the spot.
LOW BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MV71IrTQFDg
Slowing to a stop after the Low Boot, Veronica circled back around and planted a foot on either side of her opponent’s chest. “Don’t think this is going to be quick, Daisy.” the blonde told her rival as she smacked a fresh drum into her invisible Thompson. “Quick’s too good for the likes of you.” With that she raised the barrel to the rafters and let loose of a fusillade that earning herself a resounding burst of fan-made fire. Their support was appreciated of course, but Veronica Treymane had something a bit more solid in mind, which was why she threw the gun away, then leapt into the air and came down with both knees THWHUMPING her opponent’s chest! Zahn ‘OOOFFFHED!’ and shuddered violently, her legs kicking into the air with the force of her attacker’s landing. Given what she’d gone through, Veronica wasn’t about to let the brunette off with a flash loss, yet there was a certain dark joy in the prospect of embarrassing her rival, so she hooked Lyssa’s right leg and slid forward in a high Schoolgirl Pin good for…
ONE…
TWO…
The TweetStormTrooper kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO’, a disappointment to everyone save the Pinstripe Powerhouse. On her feet in an instant, Treymane backed off far enough to avoid any sneaky shots from the notoriously duplicitous brunette, but not nearly far enough Lyssa to make a break for it. “Up, Zahn!” ‘Ronnie snapped to Zahn, who’d only made it to all fours. “I said UP!” she closed in and clapped the back of Lyssa’s noggin with a disrespectful overhand Slap. “Stand and fight, Daisy. Isn’t this exactly what you wanted?”
She went to slap her a second time, but the Social Media Superstar straightened up and swatted the effort aside. “Slap me again you time warped slut.” she growled. “See what it get UUNNNGGGHHH!”
Veronica didn’t slap her, instead she snatched a double handful of hair, jerked Lyssa forward and pivoted into her to THWHUMP the strong curve of her left hip. Lyssa’s head snapped to one side, the Black Hat knocked to her hands and knees for the third time in less than a minute. Forcing herself to stand well before her legs were completely steady, Zahn honed in on the glowering blonde and snarled, “You don’t f*cking learn, do you? You think what I did to you at Season’s Beatings was bad? Bytch, you’ll have to wear a mask if you wanna keep wrestling around OOOFFFHHH!”
Veronica stepped to her showing clench and Lyssa raised her hands to engage the former World Champion plowed the broad side of her left thigh into opposing tummy! Almost doubled over by the unpleasant gut check, Lyssa backpedaled as gracefully as possible, the gaping grappler keeping one hand outstretched for defense while the other swept behind in search of a--
“ROPES!” Lyssa almost shouted when she found the second strand. “Back this asshole off, Long! I’m in the UUNNNGGGHH!” Veronica cupped her left hand against the base of Zahn’s neck and buggywhipped a hard right hand into the brunette’s vulnerable flank. Lyssa sucked wind, hooked her arm over the rope and straightened up “UUUNNNGGGHH!” The Gorgeous Gangster lit into her twice more, ‘Ronnie using the developing welt on Zahn’s tummy to better guide her knuckles.
GUT WORK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aOId8yGTOWY
“Ease off, Veronica.” Craig said when the blonde went to rake a hand through her hair. “She made it to the ropes fair and square.”
Treymane nodded, raised her hands and backed away. “That she did. She also put my sister on the shelf for most of a year.” Her observation was still registering with the referee when the Pinstripe Powerhouse rushed forward and drove her right foot into Zahn’s abs with a flat out Sparta Kick! Unprepared for the shotgun blast of her opponent’s strike, Lyssa doubled up around the encroaching foot and tumbled backward between the top and middle ropes to hit the floor in an awkward somersault. “Don’t say a word.” Treymane warned Craig as she backed toward the ropes on the far side. “I’ve got twenty seconds to work with and I mean to use every bit of it.”
Craig shook his head but didn’t bother to waste his breath. He knew ‘Ronnie was as good as her word, just like he knew she wasn’t going to cut Lyssa Zahn a damn bit of slack until she’d balanced the ledger between-- his thoughts were interrupted by a roar from the FAWNatics as Veronica raced by like some sort of pinstriped plague wind. Reaching the edge just as Lyssa regained her feet, Treymane hurled herself between bottom and middle rope to BWAAANG the Black Hat’s spine against the steel guardrail!
Fans in the front row raised their knees just in time to avoid bruised shins, not that their own narrow escape earned Zahn any sympathy, the boos were just as lusty as she slid to a pained seat in the vengeful shadow of one Veronica Treymane. “You’re done, Daisy.” she told the faltering fighter. “And your Wall of Shame? I’m gonna plaster it with shots of my boot connecting with your cowardly ass.” Lyssa only muttered a curse, which would’ve disappointed the Pinstripe Powerhouse if she wasn’t able to fill her hands with the brunette’s hair. Thankfully she was able to indulge this particular whimsy and she took obvious pleasure in hauling Zahn back to her feet.
A single Kneelift aimed *just* above Lyssa’s navel preempted any possible jailbreaks and rendered the Black Hat sludgy enough for ‘Ronnie to hook her arms over the top of the barricade. Once those were dealt with she helped herself to a handful of hair, jerked the brunette’s head back and proceeded to grrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiind the ridge of her forearm back ‘n forth against Lyssa’s defenseless face! Zahn groaned, started to straighten up and got a Kneelift to the gut for her troubles.
“You’re not going anywhere, honey.” she growled. “Not until I’ve made you feel even a fraction of what you put Rachel through.” Vengeance was all well and good of course, but there was still the count to worry about and Craig put it at the front of Treymane’s mind by calling ‘TWELVE!’ Wasn’t nearly enough time for Veronica’s liking, so she grabbed Zahn by the scruff of the neck, rushed across the narrow aisle and BWUUUNKED her forehead against the apron!
Lyssa managed to grab hold of the bottom rope so she didn’t fall, but she sure as hell wasn’t going anywhere in a hurry, so the Dangerous Dame took the opportunity to slide under the bottom and break the count.
“C’mon Veronica, get it back in the ring, how ‘bout it?” Long pleaded. “I don’t wanna make twenty counts all night.”
Veronica got to her feet and clapped him on the shoulder. “Then don’t!” Issue settled (at least for now) Treymane made her way back to the apron where she casually planted a heel on Lyssa’s left hand.
“AAARRRRRHHH DAMMIT!” Zahn shrieked as Treymane tried to grind the delicate bones of her hand to a fine paste. “GET HER OFF ME LONG! I’M IN THE F*CKING NNNGHHH!”
Veronica raised her foot and jabbed the toe of that boot into the side of Zahn’s head. The Pintrest Pin-Up went skittering and sliding down the apron, still holding onto the bottom rope like it was a lifeline. Eager to see that lifeline snap, Veronica backed up a few steps, then raced down the narrow ledge with punishment on her mind.
Zahn didn’t actually hear her coming over the roar of the crowd, but instinct told her trouble was coming and rather than clear out she turned into it and lashed her right arm along the apron like it was a scythe! Call it a lucky shot or the devil’s own luck, whatever it was, Lyssa Zahn avoided the Soccer Kick aimed at her face and swept the Dangerous Dame’s plant leg out from underneath. The result was a cringe-worthy pratfall from the apron to the floor, ‘Ronnie landing HARD on her face and chest.
Far too frazzled to enjoy the GIF-ability of her adversary’s landing, the Tweeting Tyrant marched over to the wreckage and proceeded to lay in the boots. Lower back, buttocks, shoulders and thighs, Zahn moved from spot to spot, tenderizing and traumatizing until Treymane made it to all fours several seconds later. “Oh, you want up?” Lyssa sneered to the blonde’s vulnerable back. “I’m not sure you can handle it, but let’s find out, shall we?” Collecting her rival at trunks and tresses, Zahn hauled her to boot-leather, then charged down the aisle at full speed and THAWHUNKED Veronica’s noggin against the solid steel of the ring post! Treymane’s knees unhinged on impact and she slid down into a woozy penance despite trying to hook an arm around the post.
Behind her, Lyssa ‘flicked’ her trunks across her glutes and smirked. “Yeah, I didn’t think you were ready. And if you couldn’t handle THAT, then THIS is just gonna wreck your day!” Helping herself to another handful of pinstriped waistband, Zahn hauled her foe off the floor, then grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and whipped around in a half circle all to BWAAAAAANG Treymane shoulder-first into the steel guardrail! The FAWNatics shrieked right along with Veronica, though they were lucky enough to settle in their seats, whereas as the former World Champion was left curled up and groaning on the thin blue mats.
Infuriated by the way this asshole had teed off on her for what felt like forever, Zahn grabbed hold of the barricade with both hands and used it to keep herself steady whilst unleashing a veritable flood of stomps on Treymane’s shoulder, bicep and ribs. The mugging would’ve continued for quite a bit longer if she hadn’t heard that idiot Craig Long call ‘FIFTEEN!’ over the roar of the crowd. Snorting in disgust, Lyssa tacked on a forget me not kick to ‘Ronnie’s tummy, then whirled around and dove under the bottom rope. On her feet in an instant, the TweetStormTrooper stomped up to the zebra and said, “Hey Craig, remember how you always count so F*CKING SLOW on my pins? I’m going to need you do to that while I’m having fun on the outside, kay?”
Long didn’t much care for the Black Hat’s tone, alas he didn’t get to tell her as such before she dipped through the ropes to the outside.
“How’s that shoulder, ‘Ronnie? Feeling a little twinge?” Lyssa’s words dripped with concern but her actions were pure malice, as Treymane discovered when Zahn stomped on the aching joint once, twice, three times!
Veronica hissed, scrambled to one knee and managed to land a single hard elbow to the brunette’s midsection. Far from a deterrent, the resistance only angered Zahn, who grabbed a double handful of blonde hair and BWOOOOONKED her opponent’s skull into the barricade!
“You’re not tough.” Lyssa spat once Treymane went back to covering up. “You’re GOOD, maybe even great, I’ll give you that much. But in a street fight? A war of attrition? You crumble.” Zahn scraped her off the floor with a double handful of hair, then went back to the trunks grip to maneuver her around under the bottom--NO! Lyssa spun in a wicked circle and hurled her adversary back into the guardrail with a gawdawful BWANG!
Unmoved by the concern of the crowd or the mewling wreckage at her feet, Zahn raised a hand and began ticking names off a list. “Leah Montoya. Jenny Jacobs. Autumn Sammain. Oh and let’s not forget Maddy Crane. She had you on the ropes until Jacobs butted in. All of those chicks found the quitter in you, ‘Ronnie. Me? I’ve already found it, now I’m gonna make a documentary and show it to the whole world.”
At her feet, Treymane rolled to her stomach and fought to her knees, using the brunette’s legs to help her rise. Zahn didn’t stop her, she enjoyed the feel of Veronica’s hands scrabbling weakly at her flanks. Another handful of hair brought the Dangerous Dame back to vertical and though it was sorely tempting to put her into the barricade a third time, Lyssa was tired of listening to Long’s droning, so she helped herself to a mean hair pull and a meaner wedgie and slung Treymane under the bottom rope like a sack of laundry. The Pintrest Pin-Up pulled herself onto the apron and started through, only to pull back when she’d noted the blonde’s position. Heading to the nearest corner instead, she climbed to the high rent district and briefly turned her attention to the audience. “HASHTAG KNEEL BEFORE ZAHN, PEOPLE! I WANNA SEE AAAAALLLLLL THE ANGLES ON THIS ONE!”
The response was overwhelmingly negative, and yet hundreds, if not thousands of cameras went off when Lyssa leapt into the aether, pulled off a mid-air toe touch and came down with every bit of her hundred and thirty pounds THWHAMMING down atop Veronica’s chest! Zahn bounced to one knee, slung a leg over her victim’s torso and hooked the right leg in a Half Matchbook so snug it pointed Treymane’s rump at the rafters. With her own tush snug and secure on ‘Ronnie’s chest, Lyssa raised her free hand high and counted off the…
FROG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PzeqaJPH7kw
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THRNOOOO!
The Dangerous Dame fought her way out with half a second to spare. This earned her a round of applause from the FAWNatics and Craig Long a withering look from Lyssa Zahn. “And there’s another half point off your rating, asshole.” she told the official, who only sighed and shook his head. In truth Zahn didn’t mind the near-fall, it gave her all the reason she needed to continue beating Treymane’s overrated ass. “Still feelin’ tough?” Lyssa clapped her blonde on the butt in supremely condescending fashion. “Still feelin’ like a gangster?” Veronica swatted Lyssa’s hand away, not that it stopped the Black Hat from plunging her hands into the other woman’s hair. “Think I’m gonna put you over my knee before the night is over.” Zahn mused once she’d hauled Treymane off the mat. “Not just yet, soon though. Don’t want you so out of it you can’t wail for the camRUUHHH!”
Veronica stuffed a punch into her tormentor’s belly, then stood up and clasped her hands across the nape of Lyssa’s neck. Another heartbeat and she would’ve gutted the brunette with a huge Kneelift, alas Lyssa stuffed the effort with a thumb to the eye and series of half a dozen Forearm Smashes straight to the mush! Backed into the buckles by her opponent’s fusillade, Treymane didn’t consider seeking a break, instead she stunned Zahn with a quick Headbutt and pinned her arms down at her sides with a Bear Hug.
“You’re the only brat getting spanked tonight, Daisy.” ‘Ronnie promised in between squeezes. “Won’t be any bikini-shots for a week or more, unless you WANT everyone to see my handprint all over your fat--”
Lyssa threaded a foot over the bottom rope and barked, “Break! Get her off me, Long!”
Craig hurried over, confirmed she was in fact in the ropes and tapped Veronica’s shoulder. “Ok ‘Ronnie, let her go. She earned it.”
Treymane set her feet and lifted, the pressure forcing Zahn onto tiptoe. “Say whatever you want, Shamus.” the former World Champ muttered, “but everyone knows this little bytch hasn’t earned a single thing in her whole miserable AAAARRRRHHHHH!”
Lyssa decided that Veronica was taking far too long to comply with the zebra’s orders, so she provided incentive by leaning down and chomping on the blonde’s nose! Treymane abandoned the Hug at once, leaving her vulnerable to the Kneelift Zahn THWHUMPED across her midsection. Shaken by the ferocity these two seemed to conjure at a moment’s notice, Craig stepped in and said, “Back it off, Lyssa. She’s in the corner and you got a clean break, so why not--”
“Either count me out or back off.” the Vine Vixen growled without even looking his way.
Long chose the latter, giving Zahn all the room she needed to hook Treymane like she was thinking Scoop Slam. And yes, Lyssa did scoop her blonde off the mat, but the slam was more of a rough placement, Zahn setting her adversary across the top ropes so her body created the base of a crude triangle. Gripping Veronica’s right knee for support, Lyssa mounted the bottom rope thus giving her an staging area to launch her next attack. “I’VE never earned anything? Is that what I heard, ‘Ronnie? Bytch, I’m earning EVERYTHING I take from you. And I’m earning it the hard way.”
Of course in this instance the way was hardest for Veronica herself, as she discovered when Zahn curled her free hand into a fist and proceeded to PWAK-PWAK-PWAK the blonde’s defenseless abs! Powerless to resist the ingrained urge to count, the sold out crowd followed the Zahnlyphone all the way to ‘TEN!’ whereupon the callous conductor bent down and drew the gasping grappler against her chest. From there she made her way to the second rope, then slung her burden over and down, Treymane THAWHAMMING into the deck more than halfway across the ring thanks to the Avalanche Fallaway Slam. Barely resisting the urge to brush some invisible dust off her hands, Lyssa fast-crawled over to the decimated dame and splashed down across her chest in a Crossbody good for…
AVALANCHE FALLAWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbxzJ2IOhOk
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THRNOOOOOOOO!
Veronica bridged up, forcing the brunette back on her haunches a whisper shy of ‘THREE!’
“Still pretending you’re tough?” Zahn grunted whilst hauling Veronica to her feet in stages. “Let’s see if you can keep it up after I’ve Meme’d you again.” Silence from Treymane and concern from the crowd when Lyssa lowered her right shoulder and slipped that arm between the Pinstripe Powerhouse’s stems and muscled her onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. “YOU SEE THIS BYTCH?” Lyssa turned in a gaudy circle, so that there was absolutely no mistake of which bytch she meant. “SHE’S A RELIC! A HAS-BEEN! UTTERLY OBSOLETE!” She stopped facing the hard camera, offered it an evil smile. “And I’m going to throw her out with the rest of the traNNNGGHH!”
Veronica slammed her right knee into the side of Zahn’s head, forcing the Black Hat to stumble a few steps to the left. “Not enough, bytch.” Lyssa snarled after she’d caught her balance. “You’re going NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
The blonde’s next attack came from her right elbow. Then a second knee strike. And a second elbow, Treymane just hammering away at Zahn’s skull until the Black Hat abandoned the Fireman’s Carry to protect her aching noggin. Set down on legs that felt like they might give way in the slightest breeze, Veronica knew she needed to capitalize with the biggest shot possible, yet instead of going for a High Knee or Chicago Lightning or even a Chopblock, the blonde only pursed her lips for a low, taunting whistle. Lyssa whirled at once, hands already crooked into talons ready for--CRAAACK!
Treymane caught her on the mouth with a backhanded Bytch Slap that earned a deafening reaction from the Heartbroken throng. “Wanna time-out to straighten your face, Daisy?” Veronica chided the brunette, who cupped her stinging cheek in one hand. “Or maybe you want me to slap it back to nor--”
Zahn came at her with Haymaker worthy of the alley behind the Slaughtered Lamb, alas the Magnificent Moll was tired of her foe’s fists, so she dipped beneath it and plucked the other woman off her feet with almost casual ease. Holding Lyssa snug across her chest, ‘Ronnie made her own turn to the hard camera, but rather than say anything she bent down and tossed the TweetStormTrooper up onto her shoulders in the stall position for a Powerbomb. Then she dropped forward and down, Treymane landing heavily on her knees, which was nothing compared to the ungodly THWHAM Lyssa made coming down on the back of her head and shoulders. Folded into a rough matchbook by Treymane’s Hard Goodbye, Zahn offered no resistance as Veronica leaned hard against those upturned haunches for…
THE HARD GOODBYE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4TBRPaFOqgo
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THRNOOOO!
Groans of disapproval from those assembled when the Black Hat jolted free of Veronica’s clutches at two and a half. Treymane looked to Long, who confirmed the result with a pair of raised fingers. She nodded, worked a hand into Lyssa’s dark locks and scraped her off the mat. “C’mon Daisy, we’re not done yet.” ’Ronnie told her prey. “I don’t think we’re gonna be done until you’re pleading for mercy.”
Lyssa actually laughed, a harsh, humorless sound that devolved into groan by the end. “Sounds like we’re never gonna be finished, bytch.” Zahn huffed. “Because I’ll never beg you for anyWHOOAAAH!’
The Dangerous Dame scooped Lyssa into the same Crossbody position she’d occupied moments prior, but rather than soften her Goodbye with another, Veronica lifted Zahn a little higher, then dropped to one knee to THWHUMP those hapless ribs against her posted thigh! Lyssa ’oooffffffhh’ed, tried to wriggle free, but Veronica kept her bundled tight while straightened up and turned to the left. A beaming smile for that side of the ring and a second Ribreaker for Zahn, the Tweeting Tyrant gnashing her teeth to stifle a moan as the blonde’s knee dug deep. Treymane was back on her feet moments after impact with Lyssa still wriggling in her grasp.
“Hope you’re smiling for that side of the arena, Daisy.” ’Ronnie taunted her gasping rival. “This side’s getting nothing but your dumpy ass.”
Lyssa hissed in abject hate and fought all the harder, not that it stopped the former World Champ from a second quarter turn and a third Ribbreaker. “You bytch.” Zahn gasped as Treymane finished her circuit pointed at the hard camera. “Enjoy every bit of this because I’ll be grinning from ear to ear when I posterize your pathetic asSSWOAANNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse tossed her burden up & away in a pretty little barrel roll that turned downright ugly when Veronica took a knee to THWHUMP the small of Zahn’s back. Lyssa slid off the bony joint and landed flat, meaning Treymane didn’t have to waste precious time rolling her over before she went for the cover. In perfect position to note the pin, Craig sank to one knee and smacked the mat…
THE BACKBREAKER OF DR. CALIGARI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBIhCZ1W9f4
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THRNOOOO!
Lyssa stuffed a hand into Veronica’s face to break the count, then tumbled onto her stomach to make sure the time-locked doofus couldn’t follow up with “NNNNNGGGGGGGGHH!”
More than happy to continue her scorched earth campaign against the brunette’s back, Treymane got up and dropped both boots on the small of Zahn’s back with a quick Double Stomp! The pain of those hundred and thirty-plus pounds was still quite new when ‘Ronnie hopped again, only this time she kicked her legs forward and pulled her knees up into a near cannonball to put even more power behind the Senton she THWHUMPED atop Lyssa’s spine!
“Hateful f*ck!” Lyssa wailed even as she writhed on the mat. “Keep off my--” the yowl from Zahn was swallowed by the roar of the crowd when Veronica braced the sole of one boot against her foe’s cheek and spun in a swift, vengeful circle! Thus preoccupied with the status of her face, Lyssa mounted no defense when Veronica helped herself to a handful of black waistband and hauled her to boot-leather.
A heavy Forearm Smash to the Black Hat’s lower back slowed Zahn’s responses long enough for Treymane to press in on her left side and seize Lyssa’s wrist, which she pulled between her foe’s gams in a Pumphandle. Hooking her left arm beneath Lyssa’s exposed right bicep, Veronica cranked back in an impromptu Abdominal Stretch and taunted, “What’s wrong, Daisy? Not feeling so tuff anymore?”
“Tougher than you, cupcake.” Zahn groaned. “I’m not the one who begged Autumn Sammain to let her AAAARRRRRRRHHHHHH FAHK!”
Treymane reefed back on her grip to hoist the captured lovely off the mat, Lyssa spun in mid-ascent so that she reached the apex looking into the overhead lights. From there Veronica didn’t just drop, she pulled Zahn down, the Dangerous Dame putting every bit of spite, malice and revenge into her prey’s hellacious landing across the point of her knee. No holding it in now, Lyssa shrieked to wake the dead as she finished her Journey into Fear. Beside her, Treymane forced the wincing warrior down flat so she could climb aboard and wedge Zahn’s chin into the fork of her crotch for an extremely snug Schoolgirl Pin. This was punctuated with a bit of uncharacteristic showboating, Treymane showing her fans the double bicep flex while the ref tolled off…
JOURNEY INTO FEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7hkLtSHexg
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THRNOOOOOOOO!
Lyssa bridged onto her toes, the sudden shift in positioning just enough to topple ‘Ronnie short of ‘THREE!’
Veronica looked to the ref for confirmation, grunted in irritation when he showed her two fingers. “If you think you can bring up All Hallows Evil and not scream for it, you’re even more foolish than I thought.” Treymane noted once she’d laid claim to Zahn’s left wrist. “And since you brought up begging…” The Marvelous Moll scraped her off the canvas by degrees, Lyssa’s normally sturdy frame looking like it might collapse at any time. Still holding the Vine Vixen’s left hand hostage, Veronica swept around behind to draw the limb across Zahn’s neck Straightjacket style, then slipped her free arm between Lyssa’s legs and lifted her across her shoulders in a spine-wrenching Torture Rack. “You can tap out anytime.” the vindictive battler sneered as she began to jostle and jounce the agonizing stretch. “But I’m not letting you go until I hear an apology… and maybe some tears to go with it.”
STRAIGHTJACKET TORTURE RACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ab9vIXYVs4M
“KISS MY ASS!” Zahn bellowed her answer both to keep the official at bay and to cover the sound of another pained wail. “YOU’RE THE ONE THAT’S GOING TO BEGGRRRRHHHHH!”
An emphatic mixture of surprise and delight from the crowd when Veronica crooked her left hand into a spade and set it to work between Lyssa’s thighs. “No Daisy,” ‘Ronnie huffed as she worked the Claw, Straightjacket and Torture Rack in vicious three-part harmony. “You’re the one begging tonight. And you won’t stop until I’m AAARRRRHHH! EYES! CRAIG! MY EYES!”
Long appreciated the alert but it wasn’t really necessary, he’d noticed the infraction as soon it began. “Away from her eyes, Lyssa! I mean it! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Zahn let loose and Veronica started to breathe easier, only to yowl afresh when the Black Hat hooked two fingers into her nose! Treymane stumbled backward, almost lost her balance before steadying out. Didn’t do a damned thing for the tines in her nostrils, though thankfully Craig was ready with another stern count. “ONE! TWO! THREE!”
Lyssa ended at a second earlier than expected and used the split second of confusion to deliver a stiff SLAP to the blonde’s cheek! Then she slipped her thumb into the side of Treymane’s mouth and pulled like she meant to widen her smile by several inches! Veronica never abandoned the Torture Rack through this punishment, though by the end she was stepping in fencepost holes and-- Lyssa Zahn stretched out her left leg and hooked it under the bottom rope. “BREAK!” she croaked. “For f*ck’s sake, get this whore off of--”
The Dangerous Dame pushed back as she stepped forward, dumping her brunette into an awkward fall that could’ve taken Zahn straight to the arena floor if she hadn’t hooked an arm over the middle rope. Clambering to verticality without so much as a pause for breath, the Pintrest Pin-Up snarled, “Bytch, you are going to suffer for daring to work my--”
THWHACK!
Treymane caught her with a huge Big Boot, the kind that caused the FAWNatics to surreptitiously check their own dental work shortly thereafter. Uninterested in Zahn’s teeth unless they were on the mat, Veronica reached over the top rope, grabbed a handful of hair and drew the wobbly-legged brunette in close. “I’m not working your trunks, Daisy. I’m RUINING your trunks.”
With that she spun away and raced to the far side of the squared circle. Popping to their feet as Treymane made the return trip, those assembled prepared for a mighty roar only to voice an equally enthusiastic groan when Lyssa grabbed hold of the middle rope and launched herself through the strands to THAWHUMP her left shoulder into the pit of ‘Ronnie’s stomach. Folded in half by the Slingshot Spear, Treymane could only gape as Zahn hooked the far leg and settled into a Back Press good for the…
SLINGSHOT SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8-8LhfAOhg
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Veronica shivered loose with a whisper to spare, much to the disgust of one Lyssa Zahn. “Oh, do you think you’re too tuff to stay down, f*cker? she barked at the breathless blonde. “Let’s see if you’re tuff enough for a taste of your own goddamned medicine!”
Said medicine proved to be of the most bitter variety, as Treymane discovered when Lyssa grabbed her by the hair and draaaaaaaaggged her to the middle of the ring. Once her prey was safely removed from any possibility of rescue in the ropes, the TweetStormTrooper dropped down onto ‘Ronnie’s stomach in a heavy reverse straddle and affixed one spade-claw hand to the center of the blonde’s briefs. “ASK HER!” Zahn snarled to Craig as she punished Treymane’s undercarriage with her best Kathy Dennehy impression. “BETTER YET, JUST RING THE BELL! LITTLE BYTCH IS ABOUT TO EEERRRRRHHHHHH F*CK!”
Galvanized by the anguish of the claw grip and her overwhelming hatred for Lyssa Zahn, Veronica pushed up on one elbow, fashioned a talon of her own and raaaaaaaaaaaked it down the brunette’s back with every intention of drawing blood. One wasn’t enough, so she did it again and again and again, Veronica roaring out her rage as Lyssa tried to break her in the most galling way poss--“AAAAWWWWWW GAAAAAAAHD!” the Dangerous Dame sobbed when Zahn bypassed the lycra’s thin defenses to attack her directly.
“Scratch all you want, skank.” Lyssa rasped. “You’re still going outNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Treymane traded her claw for a clamp, bearing down on the brunette’s right shoulder so she could sit up and clout heavy, vengeful Forearm Smashes against the base of Zahn’s neck. Amazed and infuriated Lyssa’s weight of shot this late in the fight, the Vine Vixen abandoned her grip in favor of a single heartless Hammer Punch centered directly between her foe’s thighs. Veronica wailed, turned onto her side and curled into a loose ball because Zahn rose out of her mount. “You’re done, Treymane.” Lyssa spat at the whimpering warrior. “I’m not gonna have to put you on the shelf because you won’t show your face after tonight.”
Happy to fulfill her own prophecy, Zahn hauled Veronica off the mat and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. A stinging slap to the lower back quieted what little resistance Treymane offered and once that was out of the way a Waistlock spun the former World Champion onto the brunette’s sturdy shoulders. Already on their feet, the FAWNatics urged the Gorgeous Gangster to escape the predicament, alas down proved the only way out, as Lyssa proved when she dropped to her butt to THWHAM Treymane against the thinly-sheathed plywood. Sticking close after the hellacious landing, Zahn hooked her heels over Veronica’s biceps and pressed her hands to the blonde’s calves to keep her folded up for…
SIT-OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBEWXOmddoI
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Pinstripe Powerhouse jolted loose, flopping over onto her belly mere millimeters shy of another heartbreaking loss. Denied victory by the slimmest of margins, Lyssa took a deep breath and quashed her urge to strangle Craig Long with the promise of absolutely burying him on Rate-A-Ref before she left the building. Thusly placated, she got to her feet and made haste to the nearest corner.
Posted on the top floor by the time Treymane made it to all fours, Lyssa didn’t bother with trash talk, she didn’t want anything to take away from the shock in Veronica’s eyes when she-there! A knock-kneed ‘Ronnie turned toward Zahn’s perch, all the invitation she needed to leap into the void. Lips pulled back in a hateful grin, Lyssa raised her knees to hip level and aimed them straight at the blonde’s should-- Treymane tried to spin aside and ended up collapsing to all fours. It wasn’t the best look, yet it did the job just fine because Lyssa THAWHAMMED down knees-first against the freshly vacated space. The Tweeting Tyrant hit hard and landed ugly, Lyssa bouncing and rolling most of the way to the ropes before she came to a groaning stop.
Elsewhere, Treymane didn’t enjoy the brunette’s epic fail nearly as much as she would’ve liked because she was too busy fighting down the nausea of the Crotch Claw and the throbbing ache of the Powerbomb. Even so, her aches were a little older than Lyssa’s and she returned to boot-leather after another deep breath. Limping her way over to the hobbled brunette, ‘Ronnie leaned over and buried her hands in Lyssa’s locks ostensibly to haul her up, but in truth she wanted to feel the witch’s hair giving way beneath her fing--“UUUNNNGGGH!”
Zahn fired an Uppercut from one knee, her forearm SMECKING Treymane’s undercarriage hard enough to make the blonde’s eyes water. “Uh-uh, bytch.” Zahn groaned as she caught her archrival in a loose clinch. “Game’s not over until I say so.” With that she stuffed Veronica’s head under her left arm and quickly snaked her hands beneath opposing biceps in search of the Double Underhook. “Normally blood’s a no-no for the Wall of Shame.” Zahn explained once her hands were locked. “But a few good angles of your broken nose should bring in some very big WHOAAAHH!”
Veronica tore free of the Insta-Slam, stuffed her hands against Lyssa’s midsection and shoved hard enough to send her stumbling into the ropes. The pressure of rubber-coated steel against her back steadied Zahn’s nerves and offered a nice little boost as she bounced out and headed straight for the Magnificent Moll. Lyssa raised her hands for the lock up and ‘Ronnie did too, but the latter dropped to one knee and grabbed the brunette’s hips instead. Then she rose and pushed, Treymane digging deep into her reserves to launch her foe into a quick ascent into the overhead lights! Keeping her wits even as gravity staked its claim, Zahn adjusted her positioning and managed to land in a deep crouch, which would’ve been fine if she hadn’t done so atop Veronica Treymane’s posted knee!
POP-UP ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTqvLOwOy1U
“How’s that feel, Daisy?” the Pinstripe Powerhouse whispered after she’d taken Lyssa’s head in her hands. “Here, have another.” ‘Ronnie pumped a spiteful Kneelift into the brunette’s crotch, then wedged the back of Lyssa’s head against her tummy so she could neutralize opposing arms with a Double Underhook of her own. Zahn tried to take a knee but it was too little too late. Treymane hauled her upright, then swung to the right, and snapped back to the left, the momentum throwing them both into a flawless barrel roll that ended when Lyssa’s face THWHUMPED against the canvas.
DAISY CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NvK1MwS-Ng
Barely aware of the cheering crowd, Veronica shot the Half Nelson to turn Zahn onto her back, then spun around and blotted out Lyssa’s features with a Face Sit. Knees pressed together, Veronica grabbed the brunette’s wrists and pinned them high overhead while Craig and the crowd counted…
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‘Ronnie let go and pumped a fist, it felt damned good to hear the Announcer confirm, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
The ref strolled over and offered her a hand, but the blonde shook her head ‘no’. “Do you have it?”
Long reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone, though he didn’t offer it. “Sure this is a good idea, Veronica? You just won a best of three and on pay-per-view no less. Do this and Lyssa’s not going to let it go.”
Oh, I know. And I welcome the challenge. Now give me my phone.”
Craig did, then backed off so Treymane could exact her revenge in peace.
I don’t have a Wall of Shame of my own.” she told Lyssa as she tinkered with the gadget. “But I’m more than happy to contribute to yours. That’s why I’ll tag you in all of these.” Silence from Lyssa, which Veronica took as consent to fire off a whole calendar’s worth of selfies taken from just as many mounts and angles, the series telling a story to the whole of the FAWN roster, a story that detailed exactly how much of the brunette’s face could vanish beneath the grinding weight of her foe’s pinstripe prison.
Like any good story, this one had a moral:
Veronica Treymane was as dangerous as ever. And woe be unto the woman who tried to make a name at her expense.