INTRO: A Lioness and Vixen Walk Into a Bar... Sept 22, 2018 8:00:20 GMT -6 Vassago, Bonzo, and 3 more like this
Post by caspian on Sept 22, 2018 8:00:20 GMT -6
VIX/Lioness Stable War 2018:
INTRO: A Lioness and Vixen Walk Into a Bar...
The atmosphere was tense and ready to explode as the two women seated at opposite ends of the table set each other with icy glares.
“I hear you’re going to lose spectacularly next week,” the first woman snarked, taking a small sip of her gin and cola whilst eyeing the other girl across the table.
“You’re just jealous you didn’t get picked for the title shot instead of me. Face it - you had your chance and you blew it,” the other woman grinned back, stirring her whiskey coke.
The first girl growled back, her face tightening as she contemplated how she got into this situation in the first place.
Megan Fox had been lounging at the (complimentary) pop-up bar that was part of the contractual deal of any VIX pre-event show, and had been part of the reason she had chosen to join the stable in the first place: freeflow booze whenever, wherever. But imagine the look on her face when the tiny room was suddenly invaded by members of the stable they were supposed to be at war with that very night...
A loud commotion from the corridor announced the arrival of Nina Dobrev, Brooklyn Decker, and Jessica f*cking Lowndes, the group of course travelling together in packs tonight in order to prevent the chance of an ambush. Unfortunately for Megan, she had no such backup, nor did the sultry actress think she needed any for one second.
The giggling and banter immediately died down once the Lionesses laid eyes on Fox, quickly giving her a wide berth as they made their own way to the tabletop bar counter, both sides giving the other warning glares to stay the f*ck away, and for a while, a pained silence permeated the air as each girl enjoyed her own poison. That all changed, however, when Lowndes summarily decided to saunter over to Megan’s table, circling danger-close before unceremoniously plunking herself down opposite the Vixen.
“What the hell are you doing,” Megan immediately demanded, more irritated that her peaceful solitude was about to be disrupted for the rest of the evening.
“Why... I saw you all alone, Megan, and decided to give you some company… What’s the matter? Don’t you want me close to you?”
“Hmphh. I’d rather have a housefly as a friend,” Megan huffed, sitting back and resuming her drink, gulping a big one down this time.
The girls went back and forth with barbs for a while, bringing up past conquests and hurt feelings in the ring, though Megan couldn’t help but mention Lowndes falling at her feet the last time the alpha girls met, which managed to flash fire in Lowndes’ eyes.
“Once I’ve beaten Mishy and I become champion,” Jessica huffed, leaning forward in her seat. “I’m gonna stand over your broken body and gloat all the f*ck I want.”
“Oh, yeah?” Megan smiled sweetly, also leaning forward. “The last time the two of you fought, I remember a little puppy dog being forced to crawl around the ring in shame, and your face getting smothered out by her jugs. Whaddaya think-- UHHGGGGH!!”
Lowndes couldn’t wait her turn to strike back, first SLOSHING her drink straight into Megan’s shocked face, then SLAPPING her across the cheek to bring the point home. Loud scramble of commotion as Megan immediately jumps up and leaps forward, her fingernails bared, but she’s forgetting the rabble of Lionesses also waiting in the background to support their friend. Whether or not they approve of their own stablemate starting the confrontation, they’re definitely determined to end this in Jessica’s favour...
Megan shrieking some more, as her hands buried in Jessica’s hair are tugged and released with the bigger Brooklyn Decker tying her up from behind in a Sleeper Hold, using her bigger frame to neutralise her quickly with arms wrapped around her neck and wrestling her backwards.
“LEMME GO, B*TCH!!” Megan bellowing as she sends a straight kick forward, right into a charging Nina Dobrev’s midsection, thereby preventing her from joining in the fray with a HOOOUUFFF.
Jessica however lunging at her trapped nemesis, her face full of rage, tugging furiously on Megan’s hair before plugging her in the belly with a balled fist.
HOUUFF of her own as Megan exhales air, before another shot’s buried in deep. Lowndes backhands her across the mouth and hisses into the trapped girl’s face.
“You’re NOT better than me, Megan. Your f*cking stable’s NOT better than mine. And tonight, we’re gonna prove-- AAAARGGGH!!!”
Megan didn’t let her finish her sentence, sending a knee-cap straight up between her legs! Jessica clutching at her inner thighs and sinking straight to the floor, her face twisted in agony, before Fox delivers another punt kick straight into her chest, knocking her clean backwards with that high-heeled stiletto sure to send more pain shooting up her spine.
“LET ME THE F*CK GOOO!!” she demands of the last remaining lioness, and Decker surprisingly obliges, releasing the sleeper.
With an equal amount of surprise, Fox choking and spinning around in anticipation of her latest (and more dangerous) assailant. Their five-inch height difference meaning Megan has to crane her neck upwards to meet Decker’s, though the intensity on both their faces is definitely comparable.
“I thought that you would be taller,” Brooklyn quips, eyeing her from head-to-toe and ignoring the moans of her stablemates still writhing about on the ground.
“I’m sorry to disappoint... Imagine my surprise: I thought you were a *real* woman. Not some coward who attacks from behind,“ Megan huffing and winded, but refusing to back down against a woman three weight classes bigger.
Brooklyn’s face darkens as she takes another step forward, glaring daggers down at the smaller girl.
“I’d crush you if we fought. I don’t think you could take the humiliation.”
“Try me, b*tch.”
Before a second brawl could erupt in the bar, however, the backstage officials flooding the room, summoned by the idle bartender and of course the amount of commotion spilling over into the corridors. They quickly restore order, escorting the three Lionesses from the room and back to their side of territory, with Brooklyn casting a last glare Megan’s way. The disheveled actress sitting herself back down in her original seat, letting out a sigh. Drink in hand, she raises a toast and grins.
Let the stable war begin!