Post by caspian on Feb 3, 2017 17:57:18 GMT -6
VIX & SIR February PPV: Atlantic Queens
Pre-Event: Hotel Room Service (fet. Luisana Lopilato, Nina Agdal, Pia Miller, Mathilde Gohler)
Luisana: fcbahistory.pbworks.com/w/page/111595777/Luisana%20Lopilato
Nina: fcbahistory.pbworks.com/w/page/97844576/Nina%20Agdal
Pia: fcbahistory.pbworks.com/w/page/110553868/Pia%20Miller
Mathilde: fcbahistory.pbworks.com/w/page/113314993/Mathilde%20Gohler
Luisana Lopilato was lounging on the bed, in one of the bedrooms on the lower deck of the SS Virago. The ship had set sail a few days ago and was already in open waters, but it was not due to make anchor in the middle of the Atlantic for a while now, where her match with Clara Alonso was scheduled to finally take place along with the other Vixens and Sirens’ matches.
In the meantime, Lusiana was bored stiff. Besides her daily training routine and some close encounters with the Sirens, there really wasn't anytime else to do besides lazing in one’s underwear and reading the latest copy of Boxing World magazine. Her roommate, Nina Agdal, was currently in the gym for a training session, so Luisana was left alone in the small, but still luxuriously-furnished room.
Just then, Luisana heard knocking on the door to the suite. Curious but cautious of a possible ambush, she got up and made her way down the narrow hallway, making sure to peep through the keyhole first to determine the person’s identity.
“Who is it?” she called out, making sure she sounded as normal and cheerful as she could.
“Complimentary room service, madam,” replied the sharply dressed young man in black suit and tie, holding up a silver tray.
First red flag, Luisana thought to herself - it was a an odd time at night to be serving food to guests, complimentary or not. Before she could tell him to get lost though, the young man, perhaps sensing her hesitation, added: “Your roommate, Ms Agdal, requested for it personally, madam. She made it a point to threaten the entire staff that if the wagyu steak wasn't cooked to a perfect medium-rare, she would personally come down and butcher the staff."
Luisana rolled her eyes and unlatched the door - that sounded like Nina alright… the little glutton. The young man looked relieved and nervous as the door swung open, clarifying, “Her words, madam. Not mine.”
“Just put it down on the table,” Luisana intoned, already turning her back and heading back to her bed and magazine.
“Yes, ma’am,” Luisana heard him reply, as he hoisted the tray of silverware onto his shoulder... and then proceeded to carelessly topple everything to the floor with a loud BANG.
“What the hell??” Luisana cried, whipping around, only to be tackled to the ground by none other than the SIRENs’ Mathilde Goehler, a huge grin on her face.
“Hello, blondie!” the brunette hisses, in her thick Scandinavian accent, whilst straddling the blonde’s body and slapping her on her face over and over again.
Disorientated and stunned, Luisana groans as she’s pulled to her feet by her hair. The Danish model now twists her body around and locks both her arms behind her back. Luisana’s vision begins to clear as she finally sees her true assailant: Pia Miller strides in the open door, throwing a wad of cash at the nervous bus boy and telling him to ‘Scram!’. Then the brunette locks eyes with Luisana’s, calmly strides over to her captured foe. “Gotcha, damita,” Pia coos, before sending a hard slap into Luisana’s cheek.
“F*ck you, Pia, this isn't allow-- huuugghh!” The blonde tries to resist but is held back by Mathilde’s restraining arms and cut off by one of Pia’s fist to her gut.
“Shhhh. I’ve been waiting for this a long time, Lopilato.”
Luisana gurgles and chokes as Pia sends another uppercut into her body.
“Fight me one-on-one then, coward!” the blonde rasps, renewing her struggle by flailing her legs at her enemy in front of her.
“Oh, we’ll have our dance, damita” Pia grins, slapping her feet away, then cupping Luisana’s chin with one hand. “But first…”
From behind, Mathilde pulls Luisana’s hair back and whispers into her ear. “Where is dear Nina?”
Nina Agdal was certainly enjoying herself, dancing along the carpeted hallway, phones in both ears and adrenaline still pumping through her veins from her post-workout session. Dressed in a pink sports bra and black tights, her blonde hair tied neatly into a raised ponytail, the Danish model was feeling famished, then elated when she saw the door to her room slightly ajar, a tray of silverware haphazardly spewed out in front of it. Nina shaked her head in disbelief at inconsideration of her roommate for not leaving any for her.
“Luis, I’m baaaack, you pig,” Nina shouted playfully, louder than usual, the music in her ears screwing with her sense of volume. The blonde only then noticed that the entire hotel room was in a mess, with items scattered on the floor and the bedsheets and pillows in tussled places. Outside, beyond the steps of her balcony, the deep blue Atlantic rolled silently on. The little b*tch must have had a party without me, Nina mused to herself, taking off her earphones for the first time and hearing the sound of running water coming from behind the closed toilet door.
Wanting to surprise (and confront) the probably drunk and wasted Luisana, Nina twisted the metal knob and swung the toilet door wide open,, only to be greeted by the sullen eyes of her pleading roommate, pinned against the shower wall, her body pounded upon by Pia Miller’s fists. “Nina… RUN!” was all Luisana managed to get out, before her tummy was gurgled by another hard punch. Nina, shocked, could only mouth the words ‘What the hell--?!’ before she was tackled from the side by Mathilde Goehler, who had been hiding around the corner of the room and was waiting for that very moment to reveal her existence. Nina groaned as her body was slammed backwards into the front door, pinned against the frame by a grinning Mathilde, who wastes no time in gut-checking the blonde with repeated knee-lifts. “Welcome home, Nina!” Goehler laughs, hands sinking into blonde hair, knee folding her body in half with another shot to her gut. Haauugghh, Nina groans, eyes popping, hands flailing, trying to fight back from the ambush...
Inside the toilet, Luisana was faring no better. Pia had wrestled her into a corner of the tight room, leaving little space to maneuver. Both girls were grunting and tugging at each other’s hair for leverage, other hand slapping, punching, and even gouging at flesh. Luisana, already drained at having two opponents sicced on her at once, decided to trip Pia’s legs with her own, making the Chilean beauty shriek as she loses her balance and tumbles sideways, falling into the tiny carapace of the bathtub whilst taking Luisana over and on top of her. Momentarily stunning Pia after slamming her head into the hard porcelain side, Luisana wills herself for vengeance, clambering over her foe, now raining punch after punch, slap after slap into her stunned face.
Outside, the fight has been taken to the bedroom proper: Mathilde straddling Nina’s head with a devilish grin, pinning her shoulders to the bedsheets with her thighs in a classic school-girl pin. Nina has a look of defiance on her face as Mathilde simply slaps her cheek over and over again, but the blonde wills her body to resist by bucking up hard, the nature of the soft mattress below making it easier to throw her tormentress off her with a grunt. Mathilde lets out a shrill cry as she’s flung off to the side, and now Nina letting out a scream of anger as she lunges at the b*tch who thought she could take her on, flattening the Mathilde’s body with a HOOF and AAUGHH. Agdal now wrapping her biceps around the model’s head, pulling her hair backwards, scooting her body forward bit by bit, pushing her jugs closer and closer to Goehler’s face! Look of terror now on Mathilde’s face as she shrieks, “DON’T YOU F*CKING DA--MMFGHHHH!!”
“Whaddiya say, b*tch? I didn’t hear ya.” Nina grins as she smothers the struggling brunette out near the edge of the bed frame.
Suddenly, loud crashing and banging of fists at the door, and shouts of “Open the door RIGHT NOW!!” The girls freeze for a moment, before adrenaline and pure hatred forces them to continue, hurling themselves back at each other. The door CRASHES open and security pours inside, immediately rushing forward and tugging all four girls apart. The last two people to enter the room are Head Coach of the VIXENs, Steve Boyd and newly appointed Head Coach of the SIRENs, Henry Carvill. Both men survey the damage to the bedroom: torn and shredded bedsheets, shattered silverware, a broken full-length mirror, a cracked bathtub, and of course, four damaged women, bruises and red welts covering the length of their bodies as security personnel stand them up (and apart) to await trial.
Steve creases his eyes with two fingers, shaking his head as he surveys the damage. “I hope your side’s paying for this, Carvill.”
“My side? For all intents and purposes, it was your girls who led them here and waylaid them.”
“It’s clearly the other way round, Carvill,” Steve intones, as he gestures to the nervous-looking bus boy in the corner. “He said as much when he came running to my staff.”
“Hmph, who are you gonna believe? He’s obviously been paid off by your girls!”
“It’s true - we had nothing to do with this--” Luisana interjects, looking sullen, but Steve cuts her off with one hand, clearly motioning to his girls that they’ve done enough damage for tonight.
“Get out of here, you lot,” Steve orders to Pia, Mathilde, and the rest of security. “That includes you, Henry.”
Henry scowls back. “This isn’t the end, Boyd,” he threatens as he ushers his Sirens out of the room.
Steve only smiles back. “You’re right, it isn’t,” he replies. “We’ll see each other in a few days. Until then, hands off my girls.”
As the door to the room shuts, Steve is left confronted with Luisana and Nina, both swaying on the spot, looking worse for wear, and on the verge of tears. “I know, I know,” he softens his voice. “Before you say anything else, let’s take a look at those wounds.”
Pre-Event: Hotel Room Service (fet. Luisana Lopilato, Nina Agdal, Pia Miller, Mathilde Gohler)
Luisana: fcbahistory.pbworks.com/w/page/111595777/Luisana%20Lopilato
Nina: fcbahistory.pbworks.com/w/page/97844576/Nina%20Agdal
Pia: fcbahistory.pbworks.com/w/page/110553868/Pia%20Miller
Mathilde: fcbahistory.pbworks.com/w/page/113314993/Mathilde%20Gohler
Luisana Lopilato was lounging on the bed, in one of the bedrooms on the lower deck of the SS Virago. The ship had set sail a few days ago and was already in open waters, but it was not due to make anchor in the middle of the Atlantic for a while now, where her match with Clara Alonso was scheduled to finally take place along with the other Vixens and Sirens’ matches.
In the meantime, Lusiana was bored stiff. Besides her daily training routine and some close encounters with the Sirens, there really wasn't anytime else to do besides lazing in one’s underwear and reading the latest copy of Boxing World magazine. Her roommate, Nina Agdal, was currently in the gym for a training session, so Luisana was left alone in the small, but still luxuriously-furnished room.
Just then, Luisana heard knocking on the door to the suite. Curious but cautious of a possible ambush, she got up and made her way down the narrow hallway, making sure to peep through the keyhole first to determine the person’s identity.
“Who is it?” she called out, making sure she sounded as normal and cheerful as she could.
“Complimentary room service, madam,” replied the sharply dressed young man in black suit and tie, holding up a silver tray.
First red flag, Luisana thought to herself - it was a an odd time at night to be serving food to guests, complimentary or not. Before she could tell him to get lost though, the young man, perhaps sensing her hesitation, added: “Your roommate, Ms Agdal, requested for it personally, madam. She made it a point to threaten the entire staff that if the wagyu steak wasn't cooked to a perfect medium-rare, she would personally come down and butcher the staff."
Luisana rolled her eyes and unlatched the door - that sounded like Nina alright… the little glutton. The young man looked relieved and nervous as the door swung open, clarifying, “Her words, madam. Not mine.”
“Just put it down on the table,” Luisana intoned, already turning her back and heading back to her bed and magazine.
“Yes, ma’am,” Luisana heard him reply, as he hoisted the tray of silverware onto his shoulder... and then proceeded to carelessly topple everything to the floor with a loud BANG.
“What the hell??” Luisana cried, whipping around, only to be tackled to the ground by none other than the SIRENs’ Mathilde Goehler, a huge grin on her face.
“Hello, blondie!” the brunette hisses, in her thick Scandinavian accent, whilst straddling the blonde’s body and slapping her on her face over and over again.
Disorientated and stunned, Luisana groans as she’s pulled to her feet by her hair. The Danish model now twists her body around and locks both her arms behind her back. Luisana’s vision begins to clear as she finally sees her true assailant: Pia Miller strides in the open door, throwing a wad of cash at the nervous bus boy and telling him to ‘Scram!’. Then the brunette locks eyes with Luisana’s, calmly strides over to her captured foe. “Gotcha, damita,” Pia coos, before sending a hard slap into Luisana’s cheek.
“F*ck you, Pia, this isn't allow-- huuugghh!” The blonde tries to resist but is held back by Mathilde’s restraining arms and cut off by one of Pia’s fist to her gut.
“Shhhh. I’ve been waiting for this a long time, Lopilato.”
Luisana gurgles and chokes as Pia sends another uppercut into her body.
“Fight me one-on-one then, coward!” the blonde rasps, renewing her struggle by flailing her legs at her enemy in front of her.
“Oh, we’ll have our dance, damita” Pia grins, slapping her feet away, then cupping Luisana’s chin with one hand. “But first…”
From behind, Mathilde pulls Luisana’s hair back and whispers into her ear. “Where is dear Nina?”
***
“I don't wanna know, know, know, know, who‘s taking you home, home…”Nina Agdal was certainly enjoying herself, dancing along the carpeted hallway, phones in both ears and adrenaline still pumping through her veins from her post-workout session. Dressed in a pink sports bra and black tights, her blonde hair tied neatly into a raised ponytail, the Danish model was feeling famished, then elated when she saw the door to her room slightly ajar, a tray of silverware haphazardly spewed out in front of it. Nina shaked her head in disbelief at inconsideration of her roommate for not leaving any for her.
“Luis, I’m baaaack, you pig,” Nina shouted playfully, louder than usual, the music in her ears screwing with her sense of volume. The blonde only then noticed that the entire hotel room was in a mess, with items scattered on the floor and the bedsheets and pillows in tussled places. Outside, beyond the steps of her balcony, the deep blue Atlantic rolled silently on. The little b*tch must have had a party without me, Nina mused to herself, taking off her earphones for the first time and hearing the sound of running water coming from behind the closed toilet door.
Wanting to surprise (and confront) the probably drunk and wasted Luisana, Nina twisted the metal knob and swung the toilet door wide open,, only to be greeted by the sullen eyes of her pleading roommate, pinned against the shower wall, her body pounded upon by Pia Miller’s fists. “Nina… RUN!” was all Luisana managed to get out, before her tummy was gurgled by another hard punch. Nina, shocked, could only mouth the words ‘What the hell--?!’ before she was tackled from the side by Mathilde Goehler, who had been hiding around the corner of the room and was waiting for that very moment to reveal her existence. Nina groaned as her body was slammed backwards into the front door, pinned against the frame by a grinning Mathilde, who wastes no time in gut-checking the blonde with repeated knee-lifts. “Welcome home, Nina!” Goehler laughs, hands sinking into blonde hair, knee folding her body in half with another shot to her gut. Haauugghh, Nina groans, eyes popping, hands flailing, trying to fight back from the ambush...
Inside the toilet, Luisana was faring no better. Pia had wrestled her into a corner of the tight room, leaving little space to maneuver. Both girls were grunting and tugging at each other’s hair for leverage, other hand slapping, punching, and even gouging at flesh. Luisana, already drained at having two opponents sicced on her at once, decided to trip Pia’s legs with her own, making the Chilean beauty shriek as she loses her balance and tumbles sideways, falling into the tiny carapace of the bathtub whilst taking Luisana over and on top of her. Momentarily stunning Pia after slamming her head into the hard porcelain side, Luisana wills herself for vengeance, clambering over her foe, now raining punch after punch, slap after slap into her stunned face.
Outside, the fight has been taken to the bedroom proper: Mathilde straddling Nina’s head with a devilish grin, pinning her shoulders to the bedsheets with her thighs in a classic school-girl pin. Nina has a look of defiance on her face as Mathilde simply slaps her cheek over and over again, but the blonde wills her body to resist by bucking up hard, the nature of the soft mattress below making it easier to throw her tormentress off her with a grunt. Mathilde lets out a shrill cry as she’s flung off to the side, and now Nina letting out a scream of anger as she lunges at the b*tch who thought she could take her on, flattening the Mathilde’s body with a HOOF and AAUGHH. Agdal now wrapping her biceps around the model’s head, pulling her hair backwards, scooting her body forward bit by bit, pushing her jugs closer and closer to Goehler’s face! Look of terror now on Mathilde’s face as she shrieks, “DON’T YOU F*CKING DA--MMFGHHHH!!”
“Whaddiya say, b*tch? I didn’t hear ya.” Nina grins as she smothers the struggling brunette out near the edge of the bed frame.
Suddenly, loud crashing and banging of fists at the door, and shouts of “Open the door RIGHT NOW!!” The girls freeze for a moment, before adrenaline and pure hatred forces them to continue, hurling themselves back at each other. The door CRASHES open and security pours inside, immediately rushing forward and tugging all four girls apart. The last two people to enter the room are Head Coach of the VIXENs, Steve Boyd and newly appointed Head Coach of the SIRENs, Henry Carvill. Both men survey the damage to the bedroom: torn and shredded bedsheets, shattered silverware, a broken full-length mirror, a cracked bathtub, and of course, four damaged women, bruises and red welts covering the length of their bodies as security personnel stand them up (and apart) to await trial.
Steve creases his eyes with two fingers, shaking his head as he surveys the damage. “I hope your side’s paying for this, Carvill.”
“My side? For all intents and purposes, it was your girls who led them here and waylaid them.”
“It’s clearly the other way round, Carvill,” Steve intones, as he gestures to the nervous-looking bus boy in the corner. “He said as much when he came running to my staff.”
“Hmph, who are you gonna believe? He’s obviously been paid off by your girls!”
“It’s true - we had nothing to do with this--” Luisana interjects, looking sullen, but Steve cuts her off with one hand, clearly motioning to his girls that they’ve done enough damage for tonight.
“Get out of here, you lot,” Steve orders to Pia, Mathilde, and the rest of security. “That includes you, Henry.”
Henry scowls back. “This isn’t the end, Boyd,” he threatens as he ushers his Sirens out of the room.
Steve only smiles back. “You’re right, it isn’t,” he replies. “We’ll see each other in a few days. Until then, hands off my girls.”
As the door to the room shuts, Steve is left confronted with Luisana and Nina, both swaying on the spot, looking worse for wear, and on the verge of tears. “I know, I know,” he softens his voice. “Before you say anything else, let’s take a look at those wounds.”
