Post by alyadmirer on May 15, 2018 2:03:30 GMT
The Announcer took advantage of a lull in the noise to proclaim, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, 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!”
The gorgeous Technicolor of the Spring Break broadcast was replaced with a Black & White bash that had the FAWNatics roaring with anticipation. 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. “I made you into wallpaper at Heartbroken, Daisy.” Veronica told the camera with only the faintest trace of a smile. “Tonight I make you a ring-tone.” She raised the Thompson and now ‘Ronnie grinned from ear to ear as she pointed her barking iron down the aisle and let loose with a blistering line of pyro. 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 the latest chapter in this increasingly brutal serial, the former FAWN World Champ sported 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.
Striding over to the ropes as Veronica closed in, Al Carpenter nodded a hello, then relieved ’Ronnie of her hat, coat and firepower. Alone for the moment, she stomped to center ring and offered the sold out throng a raised fist before she backed into the far corner. The ref showed up shortly thereafter and Treymane quickly offered her knees and elbows.
Satisfied, Al straightened up and backed off. “I know tensions are high, ‘Ronnie. But do your best to keep it in check.”
“Don’t worry about me, Shamus.” she answered with a sly wink. “I’ll only spill exactly as much blood as needed, not a drop more.”
That wasn’t even sort of comforting and Carpenter would’ve said so if the Announcer hadn’t broken in. “And introducing her opponent, 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!!!!!”
All the adulation that greeted Treymane swiftly curdled to poisonous jeers as ‘Criticize’ hit the speakers. The curtains parted immediately thereafter as a ravishing brunette strode into view, smart phone already in hand for a trio of perfectly shot selfies. The results were flawless as ever, though Zahn’s delight was tested by the overpowering reek of B.O. and Troll Funk rolling off the crowd. Steeling her nerves by focusing on the bytch in the ring, Lyssa snugged her phone into the elastic pouch strapped around her right bicep and headed down the aisle.
LYSSA ZAHN:
Tonight 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.
Patently ignoring each and every reference to that humiliating February fluke, the Tweeting Tyrant kept her dark eyes locked on Veronica Treymane as she stormed up the steel steps and vaulted over the top rope. She went for the blonde’s corner at once, unfortunately Al had anticipated such an opening gambit and he moved to intercept at once. “Get out of the way, Carpenter.” she barked. “Her ass belongs to me.”
“And you’re welcome to prove it, just as soon as the bell rings.”
“F*ck that noise, I’m gonna--”
“Go to your corner and get through final inspection without saying so much as a word.” he interrupted. “Do that for me and I won’t even confiscate your phone.”
Lyssa glared death in Al’s direction, then threw up her hands and headed for the buckles. “Fine. But don’t think this blatant pandering is going to improve your standing on Rate-a-Ref.”
Al, having learned from his mistakes in their second contest (as well of those of Craig Long, who’d handled officiating in their third encounter) made sure to stay positioned in the center of the squared circle when he threw a signal to the Timekeeper. It seemed to work well enough as neither Zahn or Treymane attempted to leave their corners before the clang of the opening bell. Indulging in a quiet sigh of relief, Carpenter took a step back and waved them toward one another. Blonde and brunette obliged quickly, so quickly in fact it looked as though they’d snapped some invisible tethers no longer up to the task of holding them in place. Considering the increasingly bad blood between his charges, Al expected the fists to fly fast and often, but their first skirmish proved a hands free affair as ‘Ronnie and Lyssa went nose to nose in the center of the ring.
“I hope you liked spamming my feeds with that shytshow you call selfies.” Zahn growled, referring to the dozens and dozens of shots the blonde had snapped from atop her rival’s unconscious face following their war at TC&S. “Because it’s the last good memory you’re ever make in this business. Tonight I RUIN YOU, Veron--”
Treymane raised a hand, braced it against Lyssa’s cheek and shoved, twisting her head to one side with a violent pie-face. The Pintrest Pin-Up’s dark eyes went wide with surprise and rage but she didn’t respond because her nemesis was already talking. “You need a new line, Daisy. That one’s getting old. How many times do I have to drive my elbow into your mouth before you realize I’m not impressed?” She stepped up, closing the distance created by the shove and tilted her head down just enough to remind Zahn she needed to look up. “Sure, you’re hot shyt in the digital realm, hell, you might even be ‘Internet famous’,” she said those two words with enough disdain to make Zahn’s blood boil, “but we don’t wrestle in a digital arena, do we honey? We wrestle here, in the real world. And in the REAL world I’ve beaten your ass overrated twice. In fact it would’ve been a clean sweep if you hadn’t stuck a grubby little thumb in my UUUNNNNGGGHH!”
Lyssa sent her stumbling with a rough two-handed shove, then followed up with a savagely bytchy backhand that snapped the former World Champion’s head to the side. “I’m overrated? Really, ‘Ronnie?” the brunette sneered. “I was the Polaris Pro Women’s champ before I could legally drink. 3W World Champion less a year later and I’d just won the Valkyrie Wrestling World Title when I signed with FAWN. All that and you’ve got the nerve to call me overrated? What did you do for your twenty first birthday, ‘Ronnie? Oh that’s right, you spent it in a Mexican hospital recovering from a beating dished out by Cassandra Vale!”
Zahn chested up on the blonde and Treymane returned the favor, neither willing to cede so much as an inch to the hated other.
“You’re going to watch your mouth, Melyssa.” the Dangerous Dame murmured. “Or you’re going to find out how it feels to wake up in a hospital bed.”
“Gonna be somebody a lot tougher than you that puts me in the hospital.” Lyssa trailed off for a moment, then smiled wickedly. “Unless I pick up a rash from you screaming into my truEEERRRGGGHH!”
Treymane cinched her right arm around the brunette’s neck and drew her down into the kind of grinding Side Headlock she usually reserved for Portia VanBuren or Alexis Suguitan, if the latter was being exceptionally bratty. Unmoved by Zahn’s groaning, ‘Ronnie grrrrrrroooound the brunette’s temple against the point of her hip for several seconds, then curled her left hand into a fist and delivered half a dozen rapid-fire punches to her opponent’s hairline. “I’ve never been one to humiliate my opponents.” Treymane admitted during a pause in her pugilistic assault. “And I’m not about to stoop to your level, but I will humble you, Daisy. I swear to God I OOOWWW DAMMIT!”
Lyssa twisted her head within the confines of Treymane’s encroaching wing and sank her teeth into the meat of the blonde’s bicep. Wrenching herself free immediately thereafter, the Tweeting Tyrant grabbed hold of her foe’s waistband and reeled her into a single heavy Forearm Smash that THWHAPPED against the small of her back. Veronica staggered, but quickly readied an elbow that surely would’ve found Zahn’s ribs if the brunette hadn’t doubled the taller woman over with a Side Headlock of her own.
Hands locked to ensure the bytch couldn’t power out, Lyssa stomped around in a small circle as she continued to wrench away on her opponent’s neck. “You think you’re the first woman that’s promised to humble me, bytch? I’ve heard that same shtick since high school, you know who’s been able to carry through on it?” She halved the grip, twined her fingers in the Gorgeous Gangster’s long hair and emphasized each word with a sadistic tug.
“No. One.”
Zahn made no effort to hide the infraction, so Al wasted no time in calling her out. “Off the hair, Lyssa. Now.”
Lyssa removed the offending digits, offered the ref a cheery little wave, then curled that hand into a talon and scraped it across her foe’s face once, twice, three times! “You better hope Stretch here brought his A-game tonight.” Zahn chuckled when ‘Ronnie yelped and stamped her feet. “Because if he’s not I’m gonna make what Cass did in Mexico look like nothing more than a toddler’s tanEERRRGGGGHHHH!”
Veronica twisted out of the Headlock, caught Lyssa’s right wrist in both hands and spun around behind her to secure an extremely tight Hammerlock. The Vine Vixen went up on her toes or at least started to. She’d barely started to rise when Treymane drove a Headbutt into the base of Zahn’s neck. Already off balance, the shot sent a violent jolt through the Black Hat’s legs and she might’ve gone to her knees if the Pinstripe Powerhouse hadn’t yanked up on the Hammerlocked wrist. The painful jolt straightened Lyssa back up and made it that much easier for Veronica to slip her right arm through the narrow triangle created by Zahn’s forearm and bicep. In the same instant she wrapped her left arm around Lyssa’s throat so that the point of her chin was wedged in the crook of her elbow. With her hands locked in a S-grip just behind the brunette’s right ear, Veronica yoked up on the Crossface Chickenwing and shook her adversary like a terrier with its favorite toy.
CROSSFACE CHICKENWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A77tZna9ICg
“I’d advise you to keep your mouth shut, Daisy.” she cooed into Zahn’s ear. “Otherwise you’ll be the one having a tantrum.” a pause as ’Ronnie treated the hapless lobe to a quick nip. “Not that anyone else is going to hear it when you’re, how did you put it? Oh yeah, screaming into my trunks!” Lyssa didn’t get a chance to answer because Treymane abruptly dropped to the mat and threaded both legs around her opponent’s waist. Groaning as the former champ’s thighs compressed her ribs, Zahn kicked her legs and prized at those knotted hands with nothing you could call success.
“DON’T SAY A WORD!” she barked at Carpenter when he stepped closer to the action. “DON’T YOU F*CKING DAEEEERRRRHHHHH!”
Treymane cranked up on the Chickenwing, sending a bolt of pain from her shoulders to her fingertips and back again. “He’s here to protect you, moron.” Veronica teased. “Imagine how it would tank his standings with Rate-A-Ref if he let me destroy your shoulder in all of three minutes!”
Lyssa couldn’t shake her head so she waggled a finger instead, both to keep Carpenter away and to refute her opponent’s point. “Keep talking, f*cker. I’ll remember each and every word when I’m grinding that pert little nose right off your faUUUUUGGGGHHH!” Treymane sent a colossal pulse through the Scissors, every muscle in sinew in those long legs seeming to shred into shadowy relief as she did her best to break Lyssa’s spirit in decisively swift fashion.
Give the digital devil her due, Zahn was one of those rare bullies could back up her words with action and while she might’ve groaned a bit louder than she would’ve liked, the Black Hat never considered surrender. Of course Veronica Treymane never considered letting her go, she simply alternated between bearing down on the Scissors and wrenching from side to side on the Chickenwing. Lyssa squirmed closer to the ropes through each agonizing second of this punishment, but she was still perhaps eighteen inches from freedom when an especially prolonged squeeze sent her free hand to the former World Champion’s hair.
“Let go of me right now, bytch.” Zahn groaned. “Or I’ll make you eat these tacky extensionSSSSEEEERRRRRRHHHHH!”
Treymane pushed out with her hips and pulled up on the Chickenwing to put nauseating strain on the brunette’s midsection. “I’d watch my mouth if I were you, Daisy.” ‘Ronnie hissed. “Otherwise I might have to give you another chance to count my pinstripSSSOOOWW LEGGO YOU NASTY SKANK!”
Far more desperate to escape the hold than she’d ever admit out loud, Lyssa released Treymane’s hair and clawed at her hands until she happened upon the hard point of her foe’s right thumb. Seizing it like a guaranteed rope break, Zahn curled her own fingers around the extremity and pulled it back like she meant to touch it to the blonde’s forearm!
Forced to break the Chickenwing to focus on this new threat, Veronica flattened her left hand into a paddle and landed three stiff swats to her attacker’s ear, unfortunately Zahn put a stop to the resistance with another hard yank on that captured thumb! Scrambling to one knee the instant those hateful Scissors fell away, Lyssa got to her feet and used the painful grip to make Treymane do the same. Eyes wide with sadistic delight now that the tables were turned, the TweetStormTrooper grabbed Veronica’s right wrist for added leverage even as she continued to wrench and twist. “You don’t need this thumb, right Daisy?” she sneered. “After all, you only need a trigger finger to operate that cheesy ass NNNNGGGGGHH!”
The Dangerous Dame balled her left hand into a fist and punched Zahn square in the mouth, much to the delight of those assembled. “Gonna need that thumb back, Melyssa.” Treymane huffed. “How else am I going to let the EMT’S know it’s ok to load you into the ambulaAAAARRRRHHH FAAAAHHHHK!”
Lyssa would’ve loved to return the punch, alas both hands were full so she settled for a Toe Kick… aimed squarely between her opponent’s thighs. The Low Blow earned the ire of everyone from Al Carpenter to the dude schlepping popcorn in the gloomiest reaches of the upper deck but it got nothing but a pained wail from Veronica and that was all the mattered. Quickly relinquishing her gnarly thumb-grip, Zahn helped herself to a Front Facelock and laid out on her back to spike the crown of her foe’s skull with an echoing THWHONK! Stretched out in a dazed starfish following the brutal landing, Treymane offered only token resistance when Lyssa floated over and mashed a forearm against her cheek for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Relief from the Spring Breakers when ‘Ronnie slapped the arrogant cover away, though the astute observer noted their heroine couldn’t muster the energy to sit up. Lyssa noticed it too, though rather than try for a follow up cover she stood up and planted a foot on either side of the blonde’s hips. “You think you can disrespect me?” she grabbed Veronica’s hair in one hand and tugged her head off the mat. “Let me remind you what happens to trolls that disrespect me.”
Her other hand lashed out three times in rapid succession, each tagging the former champ’s cheek. This was followed by half a dozen more swats from each side, Zahn abandoning the hair-hold so she could paintbrush Treymane’s features with impunity. Well, not complete impunity, as the Modern Moll managed to grab hold of her attacker’s wrists shortly thereafter. Barely a legitimate defense in the first place, it only served to infuriate Lyssa, who tore loose, grabbed hold of Treymane’s noggin and began THWHUMPING it against the thinly-sheathed plywood!
SLAPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-JgLNuwKhHo
“All right, that’s enough!” Al barked when the bouncy bludgeoning exceeded his internal five count. “Let her go and back it off, Lyssa!”
The Social Media Superstar did as bade, raising her hands to the rafters with a snarky little flourish that had the whole arena rumbling with boos. “You call that booing?” Zahn taunted the outraged throng. “I’ve heard louder dissent at a f*cking golf tournament. Guess I need to give you a reason to get loud!”
Several FAWNatics argued that this wasn’t the case at all, not that Lyssa paid them any mind when headed south to claim possession of the other woman’s ankles. Dimly aware of the growing danger when Zahn spread her stems in a wide ‘V’, Treymane shook her head ‘no’ and muttered, “Duuuhhh… don’t you dare, Daisy. You don’t wanna UUUUNNNNNGGGHHH!” But Lyssa did want to, as evidenced by the way she went up on tiptoes right before she drilled the curve of her right knee into the former World Champion’s crotch.
Treymane shrieked and her knees came together with an audible thunk. They probably would’ve stayed that way for quite a bit longer if Zahn hadn’t prized her legs apart and stepped through so her left foot was planted directly beside ‘Ronnie’s left hip. “I’m not one to throw out praise lightly,” the brunette muttered in the process of angling Treymane’s right leg over her left shin. “But when Autumn touched your heels to your head with that Sharpshooter? That was a thing of beauty!” Lyssa tucked Veronica’s right foot in the pit of her right knee, then grabbed her left ankle and made sure the blonde’s calf was braced firmly against her right thigh. It was in essence a Standing Figure Four, though Zahn only applied enough pressure to make the downed wrestler squirm and wriggle.
Pleased with the work thus far, the Black Hat tucked some hair behind her ears and continued, “At first I wanted to see if I could make you beg with the same move, only faster. Then I realized, why imitate when I can innovate? After all, if Sammain found one way to turn you into a blubbering quitter, there’s gotta be plenty more--”
The Dangerous Dame sat up as best she could and pounded a Hammer Fist into Zahn’s left thigh. “You stole that match from me, Daisy.” ‘Ronnie hissed. “Don’t think you won’t pay for NGH!”
Zahn leaned down and tagged her with a derisive backhand that earned an ‘OH NO SHE DIN’T!’ sort of murmur from the crowd. “Bullshyt.” Lyssa said simply. “You want the truth, Treymane? I’ve whooped your overrated ass a couple of times, done it with style and panache, too. But that beating at All Hallows Evil is the gold standard of ‘Ronnie Treymane defeats.” Smiling nastily, Lyssa dipped into a slight crouch which greatly increased the strain on her blonde’s straightened left leg. “Of course it’s only the gold standard right now. After tonight the bar’s going to be set that much hi--”
Veronica landed another Hammer Fist on her attacker’s thigh, only this time Zhan snatched her wrist before she could draw away. Returning to the tactic that’d turned things around in the first place, she grabbed ‘Ronnie’s thumb in one hand and her ring and pinkie in the other. Still smiling, she began to pull in opposite directions like she meant to strip the blonde’s fingers clean off her palm!
Three matches against the Social Media Superstar meant Treymane had plenty of experience with her foe’s predilections, yet the blonde still found herself wailing in surprise and pain when Zahn went to work on her digits. “Ask her, Carpenter!” Lyssa teased after less than ten seconds of punishment. “Ask the little bytch if she’s ready to have her stubby little fingers back!” She punctuated the demand by wrenching the captured extremities in new and painful directions.
Shaking her head ‘no’ before Al could even ask his question, ‘Ronnie reached up with her free hand but only got another nasty twist for her efforts. “Give it up, asshole.” Lyssa demanded of the frustrated grappler. “Or I’ll put you on the shelf for months with a snap of my… or rather, YOUR, fingers.”
The savage glee on Zahn’s face told Veronica she would carry through on the threat regardless of consequences, yet she couldn’t bring herself to offer any sort of surrender to the Tweeting Tyrant. Jaw clenched against the ever-growing pain in her right hand, the Pinstripe Powerhouse sat up, slipped her free hand beneath Zahn’s left kneepad and gouged hooked fingers into the pit of her knee. The nearly electric jolt that ran up her leg almost forced Lyssa to break her holds, but in the end another malicious twist freed her leg from Veronica’s hateful grip. Even so, Zahn knew the hipster doofus wouldn’t quit now that she’d found a potential escape hatch, so she tossed that mangled hand away and promptly cinched her left arm around Treymane’s exposed left ankle.
FINGER TWISTING AND LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPe86FRQIIA
Just like that she was on her back and REEFING away on a hold that combined the best (or worst, depending on your outlook) of the Ankle Lock and Figure Four. “Tap OUT, bytch!” Lyssa sneered in the midst of trying to remove the blonde’s foot from her leg. “Unless you want a pinstriped cast!”
Bracing her elbows in an effort to keep her shoulders off the canvas, Veronica took several ragged breaths, then asked, “You know what I’ve discovered about dames that talk so much trash when they’re working a hold, Daisy?”
Zahn rolled her eyes, continued to torque that ankle. “They’ve got more Instagram followers?”
The former World Champ actually had the temerity to laugh, which made Lyssa hate her all the more. “Only a punk would care, Daisy. She shifted from elbows to palms so she could look Lyssa in the eye. “Chicks who talk as much shyt as you, Zahn? Deep down they know their technique isn’t good enough to get the job doNNNEEERRR GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”
Lyssa stretched out flat and twisted like she meant to turn Treymane’s foot around backward. “SAY IT AGAIN, BYTCH!” she barked over Veronica’s screams. “SAY I’M NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU SUBM-WHOOOAAHHH AAARRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHH!”
A roar of approval sent shivers through the FAWN Arena when Veronica rolled onto her belly, thus reversing the Figure Four portion of Lyssa’s gammy knot. Startled by the reversal, Zahn let go of Treymane’s ankle and slammed her fists against the mat, only to spit something unprintable when she realized the mistake. “You’re going to submit tonight, Lyssa.” Veronica huffed from her end of the hold. “The world already knows I can pin you, now they’re going to hear you admit you’re not good enough.”
“You’ll never hear that coming out of my mouth, bytch.” Zahn growled. “In fact, I think I’ll make sure its YOU who announces my victory, via pathetic, screaming submission, when it’s all OOOOHHHHH F*CK YOU!”
The Dangerous Dame pushed up and arched her back, adding that much more pressure to the brunette’s straining leg. “Why don’t you just shut up and tap out, Daisy? You know you’re no match for me without a keyboard in HEYYEERRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Lyssa managed an ugly looking death-roll that put control of the Figure Four back in her cruelly capable hands. No longer in the mood for something so complicated as snapping an ankle, Zahn sat up, curled one hand into a wicked spade and buried in the lycra stretched between her opponent’s thighs. “TAP OUT!” Lyssa bellowed over her prey’s anguish. “TAP OUT OR I’LL -- GODDAMMIT!”
Veronica lurched right, reached that hand out and grabbed hold of the bottom rope. “Break.” she rasped. “Break the hold you tawdry sluAAAAAWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAHHHK!”
The Black Hat slipped her claw through the left leg-hole of Veronica’s trunks and punished her in a most intimate fashion until Al reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. “Open your mouth one more time.” Lyssa growled after she’d wiped her hand clean on Treymane’s top. “Call me anything other than ‘yas queen’ and I’ll feed you these f*cing trunks.”
Veronica didn’t say anything, rather she used her death-grip on the bottom rope to drag herself out onto the apron where she tried to find a modicum of relief.
Quick to interpose himself between the rivals, Carpenter noted Zahn working the kinks out of her tweaked knee and said, “Take a breather, Lyssa. A lap around the ring will make sure there’s no real damage to your knee.”
Hands on her hips, she took a deep breath and nodded. “Good idea, Al. I can almost see why Jenny keeps you around.”
“Ummmmhh… thanks?” He needn’t have bothered, Zahn had already turned away on a trudge to the far side of the ring. With peace at least temporarily restored, the referee turned to Treymane, who’d pulled herself to a weary seat on the apron. “How are you doing, ‘Ronnie? You good to continue?”
The Gorgeous Gangster nodded at once. “Bytch rummaged around in my trunks, Al. It hurts, but it’s not enough to UUUNNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
A tawny pink and black streak zoomed around from the far side of the ring and THWHAPPED a heavy Forearm Smash into the base of Veronica’s neck! “Awww c’mon Lyssa!” Al groaned as the baleful blur resolved itself into the TweetStormTrooper! I told you to take a lap!”
Lyssa hopped onto the apron, one hand already plunged into her rival’s hair. “I did! I just did it around the outside of the ring. Great advice by the way, my knee feels great!” Veronica however did not feel so great, especially when the vindictive brunette doubled down on the hair-hold and hauled her to verticality. This arrangement didn’t last for long, as Zahn drove a Kneelift into her opponent’s aching crotch and followed that with a snug Standing Headscissors.
“Did you know I got ‘Picture of the Night’ honors the first time I planted you with the Meme Generator?” “Lyssa teased once she’d cinched her arms around the blonde’s waist. “That was a good start, but now I’m looking for Picture of the Month, if not the whole damned year!” Veronica only groaned, so the Social Media Superstar dipped her knees and sloooooooooowly hoisted the Pinstripe Powerhouse upside down. A buzz of concern from the FAWNatics, not to mention Al Carpenter, as Lyssa turned in a quarter circle so that she and her prey were pointed toward the crowd. “What, you worried I’m gonna spike her on the floor? Would I really do that? Sure it’d be fun, but how would she announce me the winner from atop a stretcher? I mean, I’m sure I could MAKE her, but really I’d rather just--”
APRON PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cfZs6SoBkVI
Lyssa kicked her feet forward and dropped to a seat on the apron with a comfortable little thump that was utterly overshadowed by the THWHONK of Veronica’s skull meeting the thinly-sheathed plywood! Treymane shuddered loose on impact, somehow managed to land on her feet, then stumbled back a few steps before sprawling out on her back only inches from the steel guardrail.
Cringing right along with the rest of the crowd, Al rushed the ropes and would’ve started his count if Zahn hadn’t stopped him with a middle finger. “Don’t even bother, dork. You really think I’m gonna let this bytch lose by count out?” Carpenter didn’t, but that wasn’t enough to keep him from his duly appointed rounds, so he started the twenty count despite Zahn’s eye rolling. Justifiably irritated (at least in her mind) by the meaningless constraints enforced by the rules, Lyssa hopped onto the apron and backed up until she was snug against the corner.
“Hope you’ve got good speakers on your phones, people.” the Black Hat called to the crowd as she peeled the pad off her right elbow. “Cuz ‘Ronnie’s screams will blow that cheap shyt right the hell out.” On that threatening note she took two steps down the ledge and leapt out into the void with an Elbow Drop that brought every bit of her hundred and thirty pounds THWHUMPING down between the blonde’s breasts!
DIVING ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ILmoB9-LkA
Treymane jolted hard and rolled onto her left side, that arm pressed tight to her chest while the other groped blindly for the barricade. Lyssa watched her foe struggle with obvious disdain plastered across her face. “Pathetic.” she snapped. “How the hell did you ever manage to beat me?”
The Gorgeous Gangster gripped the steel and hauled herself to her knees. “I’m better than you, remember, Zahn?” she rasped. “Or did you block out blurting it into my trunNNNGGGHHHH!”
Zahn snatched a double handful of hair and BWAAAANGED the former World Champ’s head into the unforgiving steel. World reduced to a hazy blur, Veronica crumpled to all fours, or would have if the Tweeting Tyrant hadn’t cupped both ears and hauled her to boot leather. “Hear that you pinstriped puss? Carpenter hasn’t even reached ten on his count. I wonder, how many pints of blood can you lose in ten seconds?” Treymane offered up nothing in the way of a useful guess, so Zahn was forced to produce her own answer, not that this bothered her in the slightest. Reeling ‘Ronnie into a Front Facelock, she stomped over to the steps and turned around so Treymane was between her and the steel.
Strengthening her grip with a handful of trunks (that she immediately transitioned into a sharp half wedgie) Lyssa sneered, “Kneel before Zahn, bytch.” She dipped her knees and hoisted up-NO! Veronica threaded a leg around Lyssa’s, thwarting the lift. The brunette frowned, tightened her hooks and tried again. Same result only now Treymane balled her free hand into a fist and pounded her attacker in the ribs. “Stop fighting.” Lyssa demanded. “Unless you want to lose more than just a little bloWHOOOAAAANNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
The Dangerous Dame seized Zahn in an identical trap, but rather than make threats she simply powered the other wrestler all the way to high noon! The Spring Breakers thought ‘Ronnie was gonna dump her foe on the steps but Treymane had a different sort of payback in mind as evidenced when she simply released her grip and let the momentum of the lift swing Zahn into a short, agonizing descent to the edge of the apron! Lyssa came down HARD on her left hip and shoulder, bounced off and endured a second painful landing when she hit the barely-padded floor flat on her back.
APRON X-PLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XZTSJXtmed4
Too exhausted to take advantage of her reversal, Veronica leaned against the edge of the ring and didn’t move until she heard Carpenter call ‘SEVENTEEN!’ A slow roll got her under the bottom rope with two seconds to spare, not that it stopped her from grabbing Al by the ankle. “Ruuuhhh…. reset that count, Shamus.” she groaned. “Or we’re going to have problems.”
“It’s done, ‘Ronnie.” he said once he’d freed his pant leg. “But this isn’t a falls count anywhere match. So get her back inside quick because I won’t reset it again.”
That was fine by Treymane, so she slid beneath the bottom rope and stood up on the apron. Positioned directly above the woozy wreckage of the Black Hat, Veronica kicked her left leg forward, then dropped from the edge to THWHUMP the back of that thigh down across Lyssa’s throat! Zahn’s own stems kicked up on impact and ‘Ronnie reached for one before remembering they were on the floor, so she settled for a stern punch to the tummy instead.
APRON LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERjoJNHf4NU
“You talk a real good game, Daisy.” the blonde muttered once she’d made it to one knee and adjusted her distended togs. “But in the end you just don’t have the firepower needed to take down FAWN’s most wanted.”
Lyssa made a noise that sounded far too much like scoffing for Treymane’s taste, so she shoveled her onto her belly and grabbed on at trunks and tresses. Dragging the brunette to verticality with a single convulsive yank, Veronica whipped the both of ‘em around in a smooth circle, yet instead of slinging her back into the squared circle the former World Champ spun another hundred and eighty degrees so she could HURL her arrogant nemesis into the steel guardrail! Lyssa’s shoulder and hip absorbed another ferocious jolt, as did the shins of at least half a dozen fans in the front row.
Far more concerned with their wellbeing than Zahn’s, ‘Ronnie made it a point to check on each and every one of them all while grinding a heel into her opponent’s ribs! Only clearing off once the Treymane Gang was properly tended to, the Pinstripe Powerhouse helped herself to some more trunks ‘n tresses, scraped Lyssa off the floor and slung her under the bottom rope like nothing more than a bag of laundry.
Free from the Vine Vixen’s touch for the first time in what seemed like ages, Veronica took a moment to catch her breath and smooth back her battle damp hair. Caution demanded she continue her respite, however pride and anger clamored for the resumption of hostilities, so Treymane climbed onto the apron and quickly made her way to the nearest corner. A roar of approval from the sold out crowd when ‘Ronnie gripped the top rope in both hands and leapt to the high rent district like a lightweight. Had their positions been reversed Lyssa would’ve undoubtedly paused for a snapshot of her hapless adversary, Treymane however had no time for such trumpery fluff and she took to the skies like her last name was London, the big blonde kicking her out both legs just in time to bring the right THAWHAMMING down across her rival’s defenseless throat! No jolt from Zahn this time, just a weary groan as Veronica settled into a Lateral Press and hooked the far leg for…
GUILLOTINE LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAd-XCKcf2Y
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Black Hat shot a fist into the air, middle finger raised defiantly. “Oh, still got some attitude left, huh?” Treymane asked in a tone that suggested she didn’t give a shyt. “Good. I’d hate to lock you up when you’re already broken.”
Lyssa rolled to all fours, reached out and raked her nails down the blonde’s right thigh. “You’ll never break me, bytch. I’m the one who’s gonna NGH!”
Veronica slammed a Double Axehandle into the nape of Zahn’s neck, grabbed a double handful of hair and hauled her to verticality. Swinging around so they were back to back, the Gorgeous Gangster hooked both arms around Lyssa’s biceps and muscled her off her feet and settled into a crouch that braced Zahn’s shins against her thighs. Lyssa, who watched more than enough tape to know what was coming, shook her head desperately ‘no’ and fought to power out of Treymane’s grasp, alas the Magnificent Moll only slid her hooks wider so that she controlled Zahn’s wrists rather than her biceps. Treating herself to a half turn that better showed off the trapped battler, Veronica rolled Lyssa’s arms in a few small circles before she demanded, “Submit, Daisy. Nice and loud.”
GORY SPECIAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ie4pmly5MG0
“F*ck you.” Zahn countered.
“With all the cameras you keep around?” Treymane chided. “Not goddamned likely. Still, I’m happy to make you scream.” She leaned forward and craaaaaaaaaaanked down on Zahn’s arms until the brunette was almost clapping behind her own back. “Go on, Melyssa. Look into the nearest camera and tell all those followers you just can’t take it anymore.”
“NO! I’ll never submit to an overrated piece of garbage like EEERRRHHH OOOOOOHHHHH SHHHIIIIIIITTT!”
Veronica traded her handholds in for a Chinlock that let her shift the pressure from Zahn’s shoulders to her neck. “Shout it out, Daisy.” Veronica demanded after another ten seconds. “Tell ‘em you’re done.” But Lyssa would not. Trapped though she was, the Black Hat kept wriggling and clawing, the latter especially focused on her tormentor’s wrists and forearms. Gnashing her teeth as she felt the brunette’s nails gouge a little deeper with every swipe, Treymane CRAAAAANKED forward on the hold until she was practically doubled over with Zahn still strapped to her back. “SUBMIT!” the former World Champion bellowed hoarsely. “SUBMIT BEFORE I CHOKE YOU OUT!”
“F*CK! YOU!” Lyssa’s answer was little more than a controlled scream. “YOU’RE THE ONLY QUITTER IN THIS AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”
Treymane began rocking like a madwoman, the big blonde bouncing in place as she tried to sap the last of her prey’s will. “Jesus Lys, tap out if you’re trapped.” Al pleaded with his trapped charge. “No one will think any less of you.”
“The hell I won’t!” Veronica barked. “It’ll just prove what sort of gutless tramp she really WHOOOAAAH!”
Lyssa finally slipped her shins off the blonde’s thighs and used the latest bounce to somersault up Veronica’s back to land in a weary crouch directly in front of her nemesis. The reality of Zahn’s freedom was still settling in when Treymane grabbed a double handful of hair and stuffed the brunette’s head under her left armpit. In the next instant she slipped her arms under Lyssa’s biceps and brought her hands together in a snug Double Underho--“NNNGGGGGGHHH!”
Zahn slipped an arm loose, balled that hand into a fist and SLAMMED it between Veronica’s thighs! Boos all ‘round from the crowd, not that Lyssa gave a shyt, she was too relieved being clear of the Daisy Cutter. Even so, the heavy, battle damp weight pressing down on her back brought the Tweeting Tyrant back to the here and now and she looped her arms around Treymane’s knees. Powering to verticality with an exhausted shriek, Zahn took a few clambering steps that smoothed out into a predatory sprint only a heartbeat before she BWUUUUNGED Veronica into the thinly-padded steel of the turnbuckles!
The force of it sent Zahn to one knee, which would’ve been fine if Treymane hadn’t caught her in a grinding Front Facelock. Free arm crooked into a cudgel, ‘Ronnie raised it high and POUNDED shot after shot across her foe’s upper back. “Desperate bytch.” she spat through hissed teeth. “Go low again and I’ll NGH! NGH! NNNNGGGGGGHHHH!”
The Gorgeous Gangster regretted her challenge immediately, as Zahn pistoned her knuckles into Treymane’s undercarriage three times in perhaps a second! Somehow, some way, Veronica maintained the Facelock, alas this proved detrimental as it made it that much easier for Lyssa to muscle her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. Digging deep into her reserves to make the climb to the second rope, Zahn cupped Treymane’s face in her hands and cooed, “You’re going to look so pretty on my Wall of Shame.”
Veronica tried to push the brunette away, but the concentrated assault on her trunks meant she could do little more than wheeze. “Chhhuuu…. chuuu… cheap, Daisy. Gonna make you sorRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Lyssa raaaaaaaaaaked her fingers across Treymane’s eyes, the Vine Vixen going far slower than normal because she wanted to enjoy her rival’s wails. “Only sorry it took me so long to do that.” Zahn sighed as she hauled the blinded blonde to her feet. From there she slipped her right arm through Veronica’s legs and ‘hupped’ her onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Roars of concern from the Spring Breakers, each and every one of them urging Treymane to throw an elbow, lift a knee, even poke an eye, anything to get away from--too late. Lyssa bent her knees and shoved ’Ronnie’s legs high into the air, then twisted into the hapless skank so they were chest to chest through the swift, brutal descent to the canvas.
THA-WHAM!
The Avalanche Meme Generator left Veronica starfished at the bottom of a figurative crater, where she would’ve stayed for quite some time if Zahn hadn’t straddled her chest half a heartbeat later. Sliding her arms beneath Treymane’s knees, Lyssa leaned forward until her forehead was pressed to the canvas in a strong, haughty Matchbook that left Veronica’s rump pointed to the rafters for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Under any other circumstances Zahn would’ve held the cover for a good long while, yet tonight must’ve been special because the brunette sprang to boot-leather even before the bell CLANGED.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer proclaimed, “your winner via pin--”
“SHUT YOUR HOLE!” Lyssa screamed as she stomped across the ring.
Startled by Zahn’s aggression, Al stepped into her path and raised his hands. “Hey, take it easy Lys. Here, lemme raise your EEERRRRRGGGHHH!”
The TweetStormTrooper kicked the poor dope square in the junk and shoved him aside without ever missing her stride. “Give me the mic.” Zahn demanded of the Announcer once she’d reached the ropes. “GIVE IT HERE!”
In no mood to test his mettle against the wild-eyed battler, the man with the mic handed it over and retreated to a safe distance the instant she snatched it from his hand.
Quick to stuff the stick into the elastic band that also held her phone, Zahn went back to Treymane and laid claim to her left ankle. From there she lifted ‘Ronnie’s leg off the canvas and spun around it in a single sinuous motion that brought the brunette down on her butt. Soon as she landed she turned Treymane onto her belly and deftly crossed the blonde’s ankles atop the bulk of her own intruding thigh. Wedging an arm against the Gangster’s shins to keep the knot in place, Zahn pushed to one knee and shoveled Veronica to her back. Ultimately the former champ was left stretched out prone with her stems tied cross-legged around Lyssa’s right leg with that ankle hooked over one shin to keep the whole works glued together. Rising onto her left knee, Lyssa sidled around against her prey’s back and deftly hooked her right arm beneath Treymane’s left bicep. Profile Pic secured, Zahn leaned forward and CRAAAAAAAAAANKED back to force a pained sob from her opponent’s lips.
PROFILE PIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=s6OdIL969x4
“You want it to stop, ‘Ronnie?” Lyssa sneered. “Let me make it real easy for you.” Zahn pulled the mic from its sleeve with her free hand and barked, “Announce me the winner, bytch. Now!”
Veronica might’ve been trapped, but she was far from broken. “Screw you, Daisy. I’ll never ERRGHH!”
The Black Hat slammed her mic into Treymane’s forehead once, twice, three times! “Say it, ‘Ronnie. Here, I’ll get you started. Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall….”
“Is a trunk-punching little whoreAAAAARRRRHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHK!”
Lyssa scraped the head of the mic against Veronica’s eyes, then wedged the device under opposing chin and pulled back to secure the hellishly augmented hold. “SAY IT, TREYMANE!” Zahn howled over the disgust of the outraged crowd. “SCREAM MY NAME, BYTCH!”
Veronica keened, hissed, snarled and yes, she screamed long and loud, but none of it bore even a passing resemblance to Lyssa’s name, no matter how hard she pulled. Eventually the noises trailed off and Treymane went limp, the big blonde nothing but dead weight in Zahn’s clutches. Even then Lyssa would’ve kept her hooks in place if a whole host of referees hadn’t stampeded through the curtain on their way to the ring.
Vacating just as they hit the squared circle, Zahn stumbled away like a drunk and almost swung on a cameraman when she bumped into him. Instead she steadied herself with several long, measured breaths. “This isn’t over, Treymane. Don’t you dare think it’s over. This doesn’t end until you scream my name. Over. And over. And over. And over.”
She was still repeating that two word mantra when the broadcast cut away to a hype video for the next bout.
The gorgeous Technicolor of the Spring Break broadcast was replaced with a Black & White bash that had the FAWNatics roaring with anticipation. 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. “I made you into wallpaper at Heartbroken, Daisy.” Veronica told the camera with only the faintest trace of a smile. “Tonight I make you a ring-tone.” She raised the Thompson and now ‘Ronnie grinned from ear to ear as she pointed her barking iron down the aisle and let loose with a blistering line of pyro. 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 the latest chapter in this increasingly brutal serial, the former FAWN World Champ sported 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.
Striding over to the ropes as Veronica closed in, Al Carpenter nodded a hello, then relieved ’Ronnie of her hat, coat and firepower. Alone for the moment, she stomped to center ring and offered the sold out throng a raised fist before she backed into the far corner. The ref showed up shortly thereafter and Treymane quickly offered her knees and elbows.
Satisfied, Al straightened up and backed off. “I know tensions are high, ‘Ronnie. But do your best to keep it in check.”
“Don’t worry about me, Shamus.” she answered with a sly wink. “I’ll only spill exactly as much blood as needed, not a drop more.”
That wasn’t even sort of comforting and Carpenter would’ve said so if the Announcer hadn’t broken in. “And introducing her opponent, 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!!!!!”
All the adulation that greeted Treymane swiftly curdled to poisonous jeers as ‘Criticize’ hit the speakers. The curtains parted immediately thereafter as a ravishing brunette strode into view, smart phone already in hand for a trio of perfectly shot selfies. The results were flawless as ever, though Zahn’s delight was tested by the overpowering reek of B.O. and Troll Funk rolling off the crowd. Steeling her nerves by focusing on the bytch in the ring, Lyssa snugged her phone into the elastic pouch strapped around her right bicep and headed down the aisle.
LYSSA ZAHN:
Tonight 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.
Patently ignoring each and every reference to that humiliating February fluke, the Tweeting Tyrant kept her dark eyes locked on Veronica Treymane as she stormed up the steel steps and vaulted over the top rope. She went for the blonde’s corner at once, unfortunately Al had anticipated such an opening gambit and he moved to intercept at once. “Get out of the way, Carpenter.” she barked. “Her ass belongs to me.”
“And you’re welcome to prove it, just as soon as the bell rings.”
“F*ck that noise, I’m gonna--”
“Go to your corner and get through final inspection without saying so much as a word.” he interrupted. “Do that for me and I won’t even confiscate your phone.”
Lyssa glared death in Al’s direction, then threw up her hands and headed for the buckles. “Fine. But don’t think this blatant pandering is going to improve your standing on Rate-a-Ref.”
Al, having learned from his mistakes in their second contest (as well of those of Craig Long, who’d handled officiating in their third encounter) made sure to stay positioned in the center of the squared circle when he threw a signal to the Timekeeper. It seemed to work well enough as neither Zahn or Treymane attempted to leave their corners before the clang of the opening bell. Indulging in a quiet sigh of relief, Carpenter took a step back and waved them toward one another. Blonde and brunette obliged quickly, so quickly in fact it looked as though they’d snapped some invisible tethers no longer up to the task of holding them in place. Considering the increasingly bad blood between his charges, Al expected the fists to fly fast and often, but their first skirmish proved a hands free affair as ‘Ronnie and Lyssa went nose to nose in the center of the ring.
“I hope you liked spamming my feeds with that shytshow you call selfies.” Zahn growled, referring to the dozens and dozens of shots the blonde had snapped from atop her rival’s unconscious face following their war at TC&S. “Because it’s the last good memory you’re ever make in this business. Tonight I RUIN YOU, Veron--”
Treymane raised a hand, braced it against Lyssa’s cheek and shoved, twisting her head to one side with a violent pie-face. The Pintrest Pin-Up’s dark eyes went wide with surprise and rage but she didn’t respond because her nemesis was already talking. “You need a new line, Daisy. That one’s getting old. How many times do I have to drive my elbow into your mouth before you realize I’m not impressed?” She stepped up, closing the distance created by the shove and tilted her head down just enough to remind Zahn she needed to look up. “Sure, you’re hot shyt in the digital realm, hell, you might even be ‘Internet famous’,” she said those two words with enough disdain to make Zahn’s blood boil, “but we don’t wrestle in a digital arena, do we honey? We wrestle here, in the real world. And in the REAL world I’ve beaten your ass overrated twice. In fact it would’ve been a clean sweep if you hadn’t stuck a grubby little thumb in my UUUNNNNGGGHH!”
Lyssa sent her stumbling with a rough two-handed shove, then followed up with a savagely bytchy backhand that snapped the former World Champion’s head to the side. “I’m overrated? Really, ‘Ronnie?” the brunette sneered. “I was the Polaris Pro Women’s champ before I could legally drink. 3W World Champion less a year later and I’d just won the Valkyrie Wrestling World Title when I signed with FAWN. All that and you’ve got the nerve to call me overrated? What did you do for your twenty first birthday, ‘Ronnie? Oh that’s right, you spent it in a Mexican hospital recovering from a beating dished out by Cassandra Vale!”
Zahn chested up on the blonde and Treymane returned the favor, neither willing to cede so much as an inch to the hated other.
“You’re going to watch your mouth, Melyssa.” the Dangerous Dame murmured. “Or you’re going to find out how it feels to wake up in a hospital bed.”
“Gonna be somebody a lot tougher than you that puts me in the hospital.” Lyssa trailed off for a moment, then smiled wickedly. “Unless I pick up a rash from you screaming into my truEEERRRGGGHH!”
Treymane cinched her right arm around the brunette’s neck and drew her down into the kind of grinding Side Headlock she usually reserved for Portia VanBuren or Alexis Suguitan, if the latter was being exceptionally bratty. Unmoved by Zahn’s groaning, ‘Ronnie grrrrrrroooound the brunette’s temple against the point of her hip for several seconds, then curled her left hand into a fist and delivered half a dozen rapid-fire punches to her opponent’s hairline. “I’ve never been one to humiliate my opponents.” Treymane admitted during a pause in her pugilistic assault. “And I’m not about to stoop to your level, but I will humble you, Daisy. I swear to God I OOOWWW DAMMIT!”
Lyssa twisted her head within the confines of Treymane’s encroaching wing and sank her teeth into the meat of the blonde’s bicep. Wrenching herself free immediately thereafter, the Tweeting Tyrant grabbed hold of her foe’s waistband and reeled her into a single heavy Forearm Smash that THWHAPPED against the small of her back. Veronica staggered, but quickly readied an elbow that surely would’ve found Zahn’s ribs if the brunette hadn’t doubled the taller woman over with a Side Headlock of her own.
Hands locked to ensure the bytch couldn’t power out, Lyssa stomped around in a small circle as she continued to wrench away on her opponent’s neck. “You think you’re the first woman that’s promised to humble me, bytch? I’ve heard that same shtick since high school, you know who’s been able to carry through on it?” She halved the grip, twined her fingers in the Gorgeous Gangster’s long hair and emphasized each word with a sadistic tug.
“No. One.”
Zahn made no effort to hide the infraction, so Al wasted no time in calling her out. “Off the hair, Lyssa. Now.”
Lyssa removed the offending digits, offered the ref a cheery little wave, then curled that hand into a talon and scraped it across her foe’s face once, twice, three times! “You better hope Stretch here brought his A-game tonight.” Zahn chuckled when ‘Ronnie yelped and stamped her feet. “Because if he’s not I’m gonna make what Cass did in Mexico look like nothing more than a toddler’s tanEERRRGGGGHHHH!”
Veronica twisted out of the Headlock, caught Lyssa’s right wrist in both hands and spun around behind her to secure an extremely tight Hammerlock. The Vine Vixen went up on her toes or at least started to. She’d barely started to rise when Treymane drove a Headbutt into the base of Zahn’s neck. Already off balance, the shot sent a violent jolt through the Black Hat’s legs and she might’ve gone to her knees if the Pinstripe Powerhouse hadn’t yanked up on the Hammerlocked wrist. The painful jolt straightened Lyssa back up and made it that much easier for Veronica to slip her right arm through the narrow triangle created by Zahn’s forearm and bicep. In the same instant she wrapped her left arm around Lyssa’s throat so that the point of her chin was wedged in the crook of her elbow. With her hands locked in a S-grip just behind the brunette’s right ear, Veronica yoked up on the Crossface Chickenwing and shook her adversary like a terrier with its favorite toy.
CROSSFACE CHICKENWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A77tZna9ICg
“I’d advise you to keep your mouth shut, Daisy.” she cooed into Zahn’s ear. “Otherwise you’ll be the one having a tantrum.” a pause as ’Ronnie treated the hapless lobe to a quick nip. “Not that anyone else is going to hear it when you’re, how did you put it? Oh yeah, screaming into my trunks!” Lyssa didn’t get a chance to answer because Treymane abruptly dropped to the mat and threaded both legs around her opponent’s waist. Groaning as the former champ’s thighs compressed her ribs, Zahn kicked her legs and prized at those knotted hands with nothing you could call success.
“DON’T SAY A WORD!” she barked at Carpenter when he stepped closer to the action. “DON’T YOU F*CKING DAEEEERRRRHHHHH!”
Treymane cranked up on the Chickenwing, sending a bolt of pain from her shoulders to her fingertips and back again. “He’s here to protect you, moron.” Veronica teased. “Imagine how it would tank his standings with Rate-A-Ref if he let me destroy your shoulder in all of three minutes!”
Lyssa couldn’t shake her head so she waggled a finger instead, both to keep Carpenter away and to refute her opponent’s point. “Keep talking, f*cker. I’ll remember each and every word when I’m grinding that pert little nose right off your faUUUUUGGGGHHH!” Treymane sent a colossal pulse through the Scissors, every muscle in sinew in those long legs seeming to shred into shadowy relief as she did her best to break Lyssa’s spirit in decisively swift fashion.
Give the digital devil her due, Zahn was one of those rare bullies could back up her words with action and while she might’ve groaned a bit louder than she would’ve liked, the Black Hat never considered surrender. Of course Veronica Treymane never considered letting her go, she simply alternated between bearing down on the Scissors and wrenching from side to side on the Chickenwing. Lyssa squirmed closer to the ropes through each agonizing second of this punishment, but she was still perhaps eighteen inches from freedom when an especially prolonged squeeze sent her free hand to the former World Champion’s hair.
“Let go of me right now, bytch.” Zahn groaned. “Or I’ll make you eat these tacky extensionSSSSEEEERRRRRRHHHHH!”
Treymane pushed out with her hips and pulled up on the Chickenwing to put nauseating strain on the brunette’s midsection. “I’d watch my mouth if I were you, Daisy.” ‘Ronnie hissed. “Otherwise I might have to give you another chance to count my pinstripSSSOOOWW LEGGO YOU NASTY SKANK!”
Far more desperate to escape the hold than she’d ever admit out loud, Lyssa released Treymane’s hair and clawed at her hands until she happened upon the hard point of her foe’s right thumb. Seizing it like a guaranteed rope break, Zahn curled her own fingers around the extremity and pulled it back like she meant to touch it to the blonde’s forearm!
Forced to break the Chickenwing to focus on this new threat, Veronica flattened her left hand into a paddle and landed three stiff swats to her attacker’s ear, unfortunately Zahn put a stop to the resistance with another hard yank on that captured thumb! Scrambling to one knee the instant those hateful Scissors fell away, Lyssa got to her feet and used the painful grip to make Treymane do the same. Eyes wide with sadistic delight now that the tables were turned, the TweetStormTrooper grabbed Veronica’s right wrist for added leverage even as she continued to wrench and twist. “You don’t need this thumb, right Daisy?” she sneered. “After all, you only need a trigger finger to operate that cheesy ass NNNNGGGGGHH!”
The Dangerous Dame balled her left hand into a fist and punched Zahn square in the mouth, much to the delight of those assembled. “Gonna need that thumb back, Melyssa.” Treymane huffed. “How else am I going to let the EMT’S know it’s ok to load you into the ambulaAAAARRRRHHH FAAAAHHHHK!”
Lyssa would’ve loved to return the punch, alas both hands were full so she settled for a Toe Kick… aimed squarely between her opponent’s thighs. The Low Blow earned the ire of everyone from Al Carpenter to the dude schlepping popcorn in the gloomiest reaches of the upper deck but it got nothing but a pained wail from Veronica and that was all the mattered. Quickly relinquishing her gnarly thumb-grip, Zahn helped herself to a Front Facelock and laid out on her back to spike the crown of her foe’s skull with an echoing THWHONK! Stretched out in a dazed starfish following the brutal landing, Treymane offered only token resistance when Lyssa floated over and mashed a forearm against her cheek for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Relief from the Spring Breakers when ‘Ronnie slapped the arrogant cover away, though the astute observer noted their heroine couldn’t muster the energy to sit up. Lyssa noticed it too, though rather than try for a follow up cover she stood up and planted a foot on either side of the blonde’s hips. “You think you can disrespect me?” she grabbed Veronica’s hair in one hand and tugged her head off the mat. “Let me remind you what happens to trolls that disrespect me.”
Her other hand lashed out three times in rapid succession, each tagging the former champ’s cheek. This was followed by half a dozen more swats from each side, Zahn abandoning the hair-hold so she could paintbrush Treymane’s features with impunity. Well, not complete impunity, as the Modern Moll managed to grab hold of her attacker’s wrists shortly thereafter. Barely a legitimate defense in the first place, it only served to infuriate Lyssa, who tore loose, grabbed hold of Treymane’s noggin and began THWHUMPING it against the thinly-sheathed plywood!
SLAPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-JgLNuwKhHo
“All right, that’s enough!” Al barked when the bouncy bludgeoning exceeded his internal five count. “Let her go and back it off, Lyssa!”
The Social Media Superstar did as bade, raising her hands to the rafters with a snarky little flourish that had the whole arena rumbling with boos. “You call that booing?” Zahn taunted the outraged throng. “I’ve heard louder dissent at a f*cking golf tournament. Guess I need to give you a reason to get loud!”
Several FAWNatics argued that this wasn’t the case at all, not that Lyssa paid them any mind when headed south to claim possession of the other woman’s ankles. Dimly aware of the growing danger when Zahn spread her stems in a wide ‘V’, Treymane shook her head ‘no’ and muttered, “Duuuhhh… don’t you dare, Daisy. You don’t wanna UUUUNNNNNGGGHHH!” But Lyssa did want to, as evidenced by the way she went up on tiptoes right before she drilled the curve of her right knee into the former World Champion’s crotch.
Treymane shrieked and her knees came together with an audible thunk. They probably would’ve stayed that way for quite a bit longer if Zahn hadn’t prized her legs apart and stepped through so her left foot was planted directly beside ‘Ronnie’s left hip. “I’m not one to throw out praise lightly,” the brunette muttered in the process of angling Treymane’s right leg over her left shin. “But when Autumn touched your heels to your head with that Sharpshooter? That was a thing of beauty!” Lyssa tucked Veronica’s right foot in the pit of her right knee, then grabbed her left ankle and made sure the blonde’s calf was braced firmly against her right thigh. It was in essence a Standing Figure Four, though Zahn only applied enough pressure to make the downed wrestler squirm and wriggle.
Pleased with the work thus far, the Black Hat tucked some hair behind her ears and continued, “At first I wanted to see if I could make you beg with the same move, only faster. Then I realized, why imitate when I can innovate? After all, if Sammain found one way to turn you into a blubbering quitter, there’s gotta be plenty more--”
The Dangerous Dame sat up as best she could and pounded a Hammer Fist into Zahn’s left thigh. “You stole that match from me, Daisy.” ‘Ronnie hissed. “Don’t think you won’t pay for NGH!”
Zahn leaned down and tagged her with a derisive backhand that earned an ‘OH NO SHE DIN’T!’ sort of murmur from the crowd. “Bullshyt.” Lyssa said simply. “You want the truth, Treymane? I’ve whooped your overrated ass a couple of times, done it with style and panache, too. But that beating at All Hallows Evil is the gold standard of ‘Ronnie Treymane defeats.” Smiling nastily, Lyssa dipped into a slight crouch which greatly increased the strain on her blonde’s straightened left leg. “Of course it’s only the gold standard right now. After tonight the bar’s going to be set that much hi--”
Veronica landed another Hammer Fist on her attacker’s thigh, only this time Zhan snatched her wrist before she could draw away. Returning to the tactic that’d turned things around in the first place, she grabbed ‘Ronnie’s thumb in one hand and her ring and pinkie in the other. Still smiling, she began to pull in opposite directions like she meant to strip the blonde’s fingers clean off her palm!
Three matches against the Social Media Superstar meant Treymane had plenty of experience with her foe’s predilections, yet the blonde still found herself wailing in surprise and pain when Zahn went to work on her digits. “Ask her, Carpenter!” Lyssa teased after less than ten seconds of punishment. “Ask the little bytch if she’s ready to have her stubby little fingers back!” She punctuated the demand by wrenching the captured extremities in new and painful directions.
Shaking her head ‘no’ before Al could even ask his question, ‘Ronnie reached up with her free hand but only got another nasty twist for her efforts. “Give it up, asshole.” Lyssa demanded of the frustrated grappler. “Or I’ll put you on the shelf for months with a snap of my… or rather, YOUR, fingers.”
The savage glee on Zahn’s face told Veronica she would carry through on the threat regardless of consequences, yet she couldn’t bring herself to offer any sort of surrender to the Tweeting Tyrant. Jaw clenched against the ever-growing pain in her right hand, the Pinstripe Powerhouse sat up, slipped her free hand beneath Zahn’s left kneepad and gouged hooked fingers into the pit of her knee. The nearly electric jolt that ran up her leg almost forced Lyssa to break her holds, but in the end another malicious twist freed her leg from Veronica’s hateful grip. Even so, Zahn knew the hipster doofus wouldn’t quit now that she’d found a potential escape hatch, so she tossed that mangled hand away and promptly cinched her left arm around Treymane’s exposed left ankle.
FINGER TWISTING AND LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPe86FRQIIA
Just like that she was on her back and REEFING away on a hold that combined the best (or worst, depending on your outlook) of the Ankle Lock and Figure Four. “Tap OUT, bytch!” Lyssa sneered in the midst of trying to remove the blonde’s foot from her leg. “Unless you want a pinstriped cast!”
Bracing her elbows in an effort to keep her shoulders off the canvas, Veronica took several ragged breaths, then asked, “You know what I’ve discovered about dames that talk so much trash when they’re working a hold, Daisy?”
Zahn rolled her eyes, continued to torque that ankle. “They’ve got more Instagram followers?”
The former World Champ actually had the temerity to laugh, which made Lyssa hate her all the more. “Only a punk would care, Daisy. She shifted from elbows to palms so she could look Lyssa in the eye. “Chicks who talk as much shyt as you, Zahn? Deep down they know their technique isn’t good enough to get the job doNNNEEERRR GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”
Lyssa stretched out flat and twisted like she meant to turn Treymane’s foot around backward. “SAY IT AGAIN, BYTCH!” she barked over Veronica’s screams. “SAY I’M NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU SUBM-WHOOOAAHHH AAARRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHH!”
A roar of approval sent shivers through the FAWN Arena when Veronica rolled onto her belly, thus reversing the Figure Four portion of Lyssa’s gammy knot. Startled by the reversal, Zahn let go of Treymane’s ankle and slammed her fists against the mat, only to spit something unprintable when she realized the mistake. “You’re going to submit tonight, Lyssa.” Veronica huffed from her end of the hold. “The world already knows I can pin you, now they’re going to hear you admit you’re not good enough.”
“You’ll never hear that coming out of my mouth, bytch.” Zahn growled. “In fact, I think I’ll make sure its YOU who announces my victory, via pathetic, screaming submission, when it’s all OOOOHHHHH F*CK YOU!”
The Dangerous Dame pushed up and arched her back, adding that much more pressure to the brunette’s straining leg. “Why don’t you just shut up and tap out, Daisy? You know you’re no match for me without a keyboard in HEYYEERRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Lyssa managed an ugly looking death-roll that put control of the Figure Four back in her cruelly capable hands. No longer in the mood for something so complicated as snapping an ankle, Zahn sat up, curled one hand into a wicked spade and buried in the lycra stretched between her opponent’s thighs. “TAP OUT!” Lyssa bellowed over her prey’s anguish. “TAP OUT OR I’LL -- GODDAMMIT!”
Veronica lurched right, reached that hand out and grabbed hold of the bottom rope. “Break.” she rasped. “Break the hold you tawdry sluAAAAAWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAHHHK!”
The Black Hat slipped her claw through the left leg-hole of Veronica’s trunks and punished her in a most intimate fashion until Al reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. “Open your mouth one more time.” Lyssa growled after she’d wiped her hand clean on Treymane’s top. “Call me anything other than ‘yas queen’ and I’ll feed you these f*cing trunks.”
Veronica didn’t say anything, rather she used her death-grip on the bottom rope to drag herself out onto the apron where she tried to find a modicum of relief.
Quick to interpose himself between the rivals, Carpenter noted Zahn working the kinks out of her tweaked knee and said, “Take a breather, Lyssa. A lap around the ring will make sure there’s no real damage to your knee.”
Hands on her hips, she took a deep breath and nodded. “Good idea, Al. I can almost see why Jenny keeps you around.”
“Ummmmhh… thanks?” He needn’t have bothered, Zahn had already turned away on a trudge to the far side of the ring. With peace at least temporarily restored, the referee turned to Treymane, who’d pulled herself to a weary seat on the apron. “How are you doing, ‘Ronnie? You good to continue?”
The Gorgeous Gangster nodded at once. “Bytch rummaged around in my trunks, Al. It hurts, but it’s not enough to UUUNNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
A tawny pink and black streak zoomed around from the far side of the ring and THWHAPPED a heavy Forearm Smash into the base of Veronica’s neck! “Awww c’mon Lyssa!” Al groaned as the baleful blur resolved itself into the TweetStormTrooper! I told you to take a lap!”
Lyssa hopped onto the apron, one hand already plunged into her rival’s hair. “I did! I just did it around the outside of the ring. Great advice by the way, my knee feels great!” Veronica however did not feel so great, especially when the vindictive brunette doubled down on the hair-hold and hauled her to verticality. This arrangement didn’t last for long, as Zahn drove a Kneelift into her opponent’s aching crotch and followed that with a snug Standing Headscissors.
“Did you know I got ‘Picture of the Night’ honors the first time I planted you with the Meme Generator?” “Lyssa teased once she’d cinched her arms around the blonde’s waist. “That was a good start, but now I’m looking for Picture of the Month, if not the whole damned year!” Veronica only groaned, so the Social Media Superstar dipped her knees and sloooooooooowly hoisted the Pinstripe Powerhouse upside down. A buzz of concern from the FAWNatics, not to mention Al Carpenter, as Lyssa turned in a quarter circle so that she and her prey were pointed toward the crowd. “What, you worried I’m gonna spike her on the floor? Would I really do that? Sure it’d be fun, but how would she announce me the winner from atop a stretcher? I mean, I’m sure I could MAKE her, but really I’d rather just--”
APRON PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cfZs6SoBkVI
Lyssa kicked her feet forward and dropped to a seat on the apron with a comfortable little thump that was utterly overshadowed by the THWHONK of Veronica’s skull meeting the thinly-sheathed plywood! Treymane shuddered loose on impact, somehow managed to land on her feet, then stumbled back a few steps before sprawling out on her back only inches from the steel guardrail.
Cringing right along with the rest of the crowd, Al rushed the ropes and would’ve started his count if Zahn hadn’t stopped him with a middle finger. “Don’t even bother, dork. You really think I’m gonna let this bytch lose by count out?” Carpenter didn’t, but that wasn’t enough to keep him from his duly appointed rounds, so he started the twenty count despite Zahn’s eye rolling. Justifiably irritated (at least in her mind) by the meaningless constraints enforced by the rules, Lyssa hopped onto the apron and backed up until she was snug against the corner.
“Hope you’ve got good speakers on your phones, people.” the Black Hat called to the crowd as she peeled the pad off her right elbow. “Cuz ‘Ronnie’s screams will blow that cheap shyt right the hell out.” On that threatening note she took two steps down the ledge and leapt out into the void with an Elbow Drop that brought every bit of her hundred and thirty pounds THWHUMPING down between the blonde’s breasts!
DIVING ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ILmoB9-LkA
Treymane jolted hard and rolled onto her left side, that arm pressed tight to her chest while the other groped blindly for the barricade. Lyssa watched her foe struggle with obvious disdain plastered across her face. “Pathetic.” she snapped. “How the hell did you ever manage to beat me?”
The Gorgeous Gangster gripped the steel and hauled herself to her knees. “I’m better than you, remember, Zahn?” she rasped. “Or did you block out blurting it into my trunNNNGGGHHHH!”
Zahn snatched a double handful of hair and BWAAAANGED the former World Champ’s head into the unforgiving steel. World reduced to a hazy blur, Veronica crumpled to all fours, or would have if the Tweeting Tyrant hadn’t cupped both ears and hauled her to boot leather. “Hear that you pinstriped puss? Carpenter hasn’t even reached ten on his count. I wonder, how many pints of blood can you lose in ten seconds?” Treymane offered up nothing in the way of a useful guess, so Zahn was forced to produce her own answer, not that this bothered her in the slightest. Reeling ‘Ronnie into a Front Facelock, she stomped over to the steps and turned around so Treymane was between her and the steel.
Strengthening her grip with a handful of trunks (that she immediately transitioned into a sharp half wedgie) Lyssa sneered, “Kneel before Zahn, bytch.” She dipped her knees and hoisted up-NO! Veronica threaded a leg around Lyssa’s, thwarting the lift. The brunette frowned, tightened her hooks and tried again. Same result only now Treymane balled her free hand into a fist and pounded her attacker in the ribs. “Stop fighting.” Lyssa demanded. “Unless you want to lose more than just a little bloWHOOOAAAANNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
The Dangerous Dame seized Zahn in an identical trap, but rather than make threats she simply powered the other wrestler all the way to high noon! The Spring Breakers thought ‘Ronnie was gonna dump her foe on the steps but Treymane had a different sort of payback in mind as evidenced when she simply released her grip and let the momentum of the lift swing Zahn into a short, agonizing descent to the edge of the apron! Lyssa came down HARD on her left hip and shoulder, bounced off and endured a second painful landing when she hit the barely-padded floor flat on her back.
APRON X-PLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XZTSJXtmed4
Too exhausted to take advantage of her reversal, Veronica leaned against the edge of the ring and didn’t move until she heard Carpenter call ‘SEVENTEEN!’ A slow roll got her under the bottom rope with two seconds to spare, not that it stopped her from grabbing Al by the ankle. “Ruuuhhh…. reset that count, Shamus.” she groaned. “Or we’re going to have problems.”
“It’s done, ‘Ronnie.” he said once he’d freed his pant leg. “But this isn’t a falls count anywhere match. So get her back inside quick because I won’t reset it again.”
That was fine by Treymane, so she slid beneath the bottom rope and stood up on the apron. Positioned directly above the woozy wreckage of the Black Hat, Veronica kicked her left leg forward, then dropped from the edge to THWHUMP the back of that thigh down across Lyssa’s throat! Zahn’s own stems kicked up on impact and ‘Ronnie reached for one before remembering they were on the floor, so she settled for a stern punch to the tummy instead.
APRON LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERjoJNHf4NU
“You talk a real good game, Daisy.” the blonde muttered once she’d made it to one knee and adjusted her distended togs. “But in the end you just don’t have the firepower needed to take down FAWN’s most wanted.”
Lyssa made a noise that sounded far too much like scoffing for Treymane’s taste, so she shoveled her onto her belly and grabbed on at trunks and tresses. Dragging the brunette to verticality with a single convulsive yank, Veronica whipped the both of ‘em around in a smooth circle, yet instead of slinging her back into the squared circle the former World Champ spun another hundred and eighty degrees so she could HURL her arrogant nemesis into the steel guardrail! Lyssa’s shoulder and hip absorbed another ferocious jolt, as did the shins of at least half a dozen fans in the front row.
Far more concerned with their wellbeing than Zahn’s, ‘Ronnie made it a point to check on each and every one of them all while grinding a heel into her opponent’s ribs! Only clearing off once the Treymane Gang was properly tended to, the Pinstripe Powerhouse helped herself to some more trunks ‘n tresses, scraped Lyssa off the floor and slung her under the bottom rope like nothing more than a bag of laundry.
Free from the Vine Vixen’s touch for the first time in what seemed like ages, Veronica took a moment to catch her breath and smooth back her battle damp hair. Caution demanded she continue her respite, however pride and anger clamored for the resumption of hostilities, so Treymane climbed onto the apron and quickly made her way to the nearest corner. A roar of approval from the sold out crowd when ‘Ronnie gripped the top rope in both hands and leapt to the high rent district like a lightweight. Had their positions been reversed Lyssa would’ve undoubtedly paused for a snapshot of her hapless adversary, Treymane however had no time for such trumpery fluff and she took to the skies like her last name was London, the big blonde kicking her out both legs just in time to bring the right THAWHAMMING down across her rival’s defenseless throat! No jolt from Zahn this time, just a weary groan as Veronica settled into a Lateral Press and hooked the far leg for…
GUILLOTINE LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAd-XCKcf2Y
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Black Hat shot a fist into the air, middle finger raised defiantly. “Oh, still got some attitude left, huh?” Treymane asked in a tone that suggested she didn’t give a shyt. “Good. I’d hate to lock you up when you’re already broken.”
Lyssa rolled to all fours, reached out and raked her nails down the blonde’s right thigh. “You’ll never break me, bytch. I’m the one who’s gonna NGH!”
Veronica slammed a Double Axehandle into the nape of Zahn’s neck, grabbed a double handful of hair and hauled her to verticality. Swinging around so they were back to back, the Gorgeous Gangster hooked both arms around Lyssa’s biceps and muscled her off her feet and settled into a crouch that braced Zahn’s shins against her thighs. Lyssa, who watched more than enough tape to know what was coming, shook her head desperately ‘no’ and fought to power out of Treymane’s grasp, alas the Magnificent Moll only slid her hooks wider so that she controlled Zahn’s wrists rather than her biceps. Treating herself to a half turn that better showed off the trapped battler, Veronica rolled Lyssa’s arms in a few small circles before she demanded, “Submit, Daisy. Nice and loud.”
GORY SPECIAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ie4pmly5MG0
“F*ck you.” Zahn countered.
“With all the cameras you keep around?” Treymane chided. “Not goddamned likely. Still, I’m happy to make you scream.” She leaned forward and craaaaaaaaaaanked down on Zahn’s arms until the brunette was almost clapping behind her own back. “Go on, Melyssa. Look into the nearest camera and tell all those followers you just can’t take it anymore.”
“NO! I’ll never submit to an overrated piece of garbage like EEERRRHHH OOOOOOHHHHH SHHHIIIIIIITTT!”
Veronica traded her handholds in for a Chinlock that let her shift the pressure from Zahn’s shoulders to her neck. “Shout it out, Daisy.” Veronica demanded after another ten seconds. “Tell ‘em you’re done.” But Lyssa would not. Trapped though she was, the Black Hat kept wriggling and clawing, the latter especially focused on her tormentor’s wrists and forearms. Gnashing her teeth as she felt the brunette’s nails gouge a little deeper with every swipe, Treymane CRAAAAANKED forward on the hold until she was practically doubled over with Zahn still strapped to her back. “SUBMIT!” the former World Champion bellowed hoarsely. “SUBMIT BEFORE I CHOKE YOU OUT!”
“F*CK! YOU!” Lyssa’s answer was little more than a controlled scream. “YOU’RE THE ONLY QUITTER IN THIS AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”
Treymane began rocking like a madwoman, the big blonde bouncing in place as she tried to sap the last of her prey’s will. “Jesus Lys, tap out if you’re trapped.” Al pleaded with his trapped charge. “No one will think any less of you.”
“The hell I won’t!” Veronica barked. “It’ll just prove what sort of gutless tramp she really WHOOOAAAH!”
Lyssa finally slipped her shins off the blonde’s thighs and used the latest bounce to somersault up Veronica’s back to land in a weary crouch directly in front of her nemesis. The reality of Zahn’s freedom was still settling in when Treymane grabbed a double handful of hair and stuffed the brunette’s head under her left armpit. In the next instant she slipped her arms under Lyssa’s biceps and brought her hands together in a snug Double Underho--“NNNGGGGGGHHH!”
Zahn slipped an arm loose, balled that hand into a fist and SLAMMED it between Veronica’s thighs! Boos all ‘round from the crowd, not that Lyssa gave a shyt, she was too relieved being clear of the Daisy Cutter. Even so, the heavy, battle damp weight pressing down on her back brought the Tweeting Tyrant back to the here and now and she looped her arms around Treymane’s knees. Powering to verticality with an exhausted shriek, Zahn took a few clambering steps that smoothed out into a predatory sprint only a heartbeat before she BWUUUUNGED Veronica into the thinly-padded steel of the turnbuckles!
The force of it sent Zahn to one knee, which would’ve been fine if Treymane hadn’t caught her in a grinding Front Facelock. Free arm crooked into a cudgel, ‘Ronnie raised it high and POUNDED shot after shot across her foe’s upper back. “Desperate bytch.” she spat through hissed teeth. “Go low again and I’ll NGH! NGH! NNNNGGGGGGHHHH!”
The Gorgeous Gangster regretted her challenge immediately, as Zahn pistoned her knuckles into Treymane’s undercarriage three times in perhaps a second! Somehow, some way, Veronica maintained the Facelock, alas this proved detrimental as it made it that much easier for Lyssa to muscle her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. Digging deep into her reserves to make the climb to the second rope, Zahn cupped Treymane’s face in her hands and cooed, “You’re going to look so pretty on my Wall of Shame.”
Veronica tried to push the brunette away, but the concentrated assault on her trunks meant she could do little more than wheeze. “Chhhuuu…. chuuu… cheap, Daisy. Gonna make you sorRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Lyssa raaaaaaaaaaked her fingers across Treymane’s eyes, the Vine Vixen going far slower than normal because she wanted to enjoy her rival’s wails. “Only sorry it took me so long to do that.” Zahn sighed as she hauled the blinded blonde to her feet. From there she slipped her right arm through Veronica’s legs and ‘hupped’ her onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Roars of concern from the Spring Breakers, each and every one of them urging Treymane to throw an elbow, lift a knee, even poke an eye, anything to get away from--too late. Lyssa bent her knees and shoved ’Ronnie’s legs high into the air, then twisted into the hapless skank so they were chest to chest through the swift, brutal descent to the canvas.
THA-WHAM!
The Avalanche Meme Generator left Veronica starfished at the bottom of a figurative crater, where she would’ve stayed for quite some time if Zahn hadn’t straddled her chest half a heartbeat later. Sliding her arms beneath Treymane’s knees, Lyssa leaned forward until her forehead was pressed to the canvas in a strong, haughty Matchbook that left Veronica’s rump pointed to the rafters for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Under any other circumstances Zahn would’ve held the cover for a good long while, yet tonight must’ve been special because the brunette sprang to boot-leather even before the bell CLANGED.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer proclaimed, “your winner via pin--”
“SHUT YOUR HOLE!” Lyssa screamed as she stomped across the ring.
Startled by Zahn’s aggression, Al stepped into her path and raised his hands. “Hey, take it easy Lys. Here, lemme raise your EEERRRRRGGGHHH!”
The TweetStormTrooper kicked the poor dope square in the junk and shoved him aside without ever missing her stride. “Give me the mic.” Zahn demanded of the Announcer once she’d reached the ropes. “GIVE IT HERE!”
In no mood to test his mettle against the wild-eyed battler, the man with the mic handed it over and retreated to a safe distance the instant she snatched it from his hand.
Quick to stuff the stick into the elastic band that also held her phone, Zahn went back to Treymane and laid claim to her left ankle. From there she lifted ‘Ronnie’s leg off the canvas and spun around it in a single sinuous motion that brought the brunette down on her butt. Soon as she landed she turned Treymane onto her belly and deftly crossed the blonde’s ankles atop the bulk of her own intruding thigh. Wedging an arm against the Gangster’s shins to keep the knot in place, Zahn pushed to one knee and shoveled Veronica to her back. Ultimately the former champ was left stretched out prone with her stems tied cross-legged around Lyssa’s right leg with that ankle hooked over one shin to keep the whole works glued together. Rising onto her left knee, Lyssa sidled around against her prey’s back and deftly hooked her right arm beneath Treymane’s left bicep. Profile Pic secured, Zahn leaned forward and CRAAAAAAAAAANKED back to force a pained sob from her opponent’s lips.
PROFILE PIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=s6OdIL969x4
“You want it to stop, ‘Ronnie?” Lyssa sneered. “Let me make it real easy for you.” Zahn pulled the mic from its sleeve with her free hand and barked, “Announce me the winner, bytch. Now!”
Veronica might’ve been trapped, but she was far from broken. “Screw you, Daisy. I’ll never ERRGHH!”
The Black Hat slammed her mic into Treymane’s forehead once, twice, three times! “Say it, ‘Ronnie. Here, I’ll get you started. Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall….”
“Is a trunk-punching little whoreAAAAARRRRHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHK!”
Lyssa scraped the head of the mic against Veronica’s eyes, then wedged the device under opposing chin and pulled back to secure the hellishly augmented hold. “SAY IT, TREYMANE!” Zahn howled over the disgust of the outraged crowd. “SCREAM MY NAME, BYTCH!”
Veronica keened, hissed, snarled and yes, she screamed long and loud, but none of it bore even a passing resemblance to Lyssa’s name, no matter how hard she pulled. Eventually the noises trailed off and Treymane went limp, the big blonde nothing but dead weight in Zahn’s clutches. Even then Lyssa would’ve kept her hooks in place if a whole host of referees hadn’t stampeded through the curtain on their way to the ring.
Vacating just as they hit the squared circle, Zahn stumbled away like a drunk and almost swung on a cameraman when she bumped into him. Instead she steadied herself with several long, measured breaths. “This isn’t over, Treymane. Don’t you dare think it’s over. This doesn’t end until you scream my name. Over. And over. And over. And over.”
She was still repeating that two word mantra when the broadcast cut away to a hype video for the next bout.