Post by caspian on Feb 20, 2017 9:42:34 GMT -6
Post-Event: Collateral Damage
The post-event voyage was largely uneventful, with girls from both stables deigning to lick their wounds and confide in each other’s victories (and defeats). The journey would be over in a few days, with the SS Virago slated to make landfall in Edinburgh city, and the Sirens returning home while the Vixens flying back to the good old’ USA.
For now though, Steve Boyd was wondering if everyone had disappeared without him. “Where *is* everyone?” Steve mused to himself, hands on hips, as he surveyed the bare gym. His Vixens had proven him proud in the PPV and god knows they deserved a break, but he half-expected to see someone familiar at this hour.
“Speak of the devil and you’ll see your demons, Boyd.”
Steve whipped around at the sound of the voice, to see none other than SIRENs’ trainer, Henry Carvill, decked out in boxing gear, hanging over the top rope of the ring.
“Funny,” Steve replies, walking up to the ring apron. “I thought we exorcised the lot of you back to the hell you crawled out from.”
Carvill chuckles. “Well, my girls’ll recover and learn from this. You, on the other hand, look like you're getting fat, old man.”
“Yeah, well, lots of talking and scolding will fatten you up too, Superman.” Steve retorts jokingly.
“Come on then,” Henry says, flashing a devilish grin, gesturing towards the ring. “Loser pays for damages.”
Steve takes one last look around the abandoned gym, smiles. “You're on.”
***
Word travels fast when your bosses start fighting each other, and not before long, the once-empty gym was packed with onlookers from both camps. The two men seemed to be enjoying the spotlight for once, trading leather in the middle of the ring. At the sound of each punch landing, one side would erupt into cheers - clearly pride and egos still sore from the recent PPV. But perhaps they should take a cue from their respective Head Trainers, who have huge smiles on their faces and clearly see this as an opportunity to let off some steam.
“You’re slowing down, old man,” Henry Carvill jeers playfully, firing jabs at Steve’s head in quick succession.
The VIXENs Head Trainer not troubled, however, using distraction to slip under and plant a one-two combo into his opponent’s body. “Speak for yourself, Superman!” Steve retorts, his voice drowned out by the crowd.
Suddenly though, a shrill shriek can be heard from somewhere beneath the ring - there seems to be a commotion between two members of the public. Steve and Henry immediately stop their ‘match’ and scan the crowd in confusion, both trainers groaning softly to themselves when they realize that it’s caused by one of their girls, tearing into each other’s hair and screaming out curses.
“You little b*tch!! Ge’off me!!”
“F*cking wh*re - I’ll rip your eyes out!!”
Hannah Ferguson was excited as she could be when she heard her Head Trainer was fighting with none other than their rival stable’s Head Trainer, Henry Carvill. She had rushed to the outdoor gym, and it seemed like word was spreading from the gathering crowd around the outdoor ring. Together with the rest of her stablemates, they screamed and hooted whenever their man punished the other for daring to bring his Sirens along to the party.
“LET’S GO STEVIE!! SHOW HIM THAT RIGHT HOOK YOU TAUGHT US!” Hannah shouts, as the rest of the Vixens erupt with approval.
Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice hisses into Hannah’s right ear. “I wouldn't bet on him, Ferguson. Your man’s going down, just like you did before.” Hannah whips around to find Hailey Clauson grinning widely, the curvy blonde wearing nothing but a frayed white tank top and daisy dukes.
“You hittin’ on me, blondie? Get the f*ck back to your side,” Hannah retorts, turning to face the Siren head-on. “Aren't you the b*tch who got pasted by Bo the other night?”
“Hmrph, and aren't you the b*tch who got jugged out by Tahnee Atkinson? You're yesterday’s news, Ferguson,” Hailey responds. “Start acting like it,” she concludes with a smirk, clearly enjoying herself.
Hannah clucks her tongue and looks away, pretending to be hurt, before sending a right hand SLAP that stings Hailey across the face, in what Nina Agdal would later recall as ‘loud enough for everyone to take their eyes off the brawling men and turn to look, all at once.’
Chaos I guess is the only way to describe it. There was no telling who was fighting whom as the entire ringside had erupted, then devolved into a wild brawl from all sides, both the Vixens and Sirens joining in one by one to support their teammates. Luisana Lopilato cornered by Pia and Mathilde yet again, before the latter is tackled from behind by Nina Agdal. Emily Ratajkowski caught in a headlock by a taller Melissa Satta, who exploits by pounding on her body. Kelly Rohrbach chilling by the side observing the chaos, until confronted by a hungry-looking Danielle Robertson, still upset over her loss to the blonde. And of course, Hannah Ferguson and Hailey Clauson are throwing down in the thick of it, both Welterweights wrestling in each other’s arms for control and flinging each other about by the hair.
“Well, Boyd, I’m willing to do half,” Henry chuckles, leaning on the ropes, surveying the carnage in the gym below.
The VIXENs trainer lets out a resigned sigh as he shakes his head slowly. “ Deal.”
The post-event voyage was largely uneventful, with girls from both stables deigning to lick their wounds and confide in each other’s victories (and defeats). The journey would be over in a few days, with the SS Virago slated to make landfall in Edinburgh city, and the Sirens returning home while the Vixens flying back to the good old’ USA.
For now though, Steve Boyd was wondering if everyone had disappeared without him. “Where *is* everyone?” Steve mused to himself, hands on hips, as he surveyed the bare gym. His Vixens had proven him proud in the PPV and god knows they deserved a break, but he half-expected to see someone familiar at this hour.
“Speak of the devil and you’ll see your demons, Boyd.”
Steve whipped around at the sound of the voice, to see none other than SIRENs’ trainer, Henry Carvill, decked out in boxing gear, hanging over the top rope of the ring.
“Funny,” Steve replies, walking up to the ring apron. “I thought we exorcised the lot of you back to the hell you crawled out from.”
Carvill chuckles. “Well, my girls’ll recover and learn from this. You, on the other hand, look like you're getting fat, old man.”
“Yeah, well, lots of talking and scolding will fatten you up too, Superman.” Steve retorts jokingly.
“Come on then,” Henry says, flashing a devilish grin, gesturing towards the ring. “Loser pays for damages.”
Steve takes one last look around the abandoned gym, smiles. “You're on.”
***
Word travels fast when your bosses start fighting each other, and not before long, the once-empty gym was packed with onlookers from both camps. The two men seemed to be enjoying the spotlight for once, trading leather in the middle of the ring. At the sound of each punch landing, one side would erupt into cheers - clearly pride and egos still sore from the recent PPV. But perhaps they should take a cue from their respective Head Trainers, who have huge smiles on their faces and clearly see this as an opportunity to let off some steam.
“You’re slowing down, old man,” Henry Carvill jeers playfully, firing jabs at Steve’s head in quick succession.
The VIXENs Head Trainer not troubled, however, using distraction to slip under and plant a one-two combo into his opponent’s body. “Speak for yourself, Superman!” Steve retorts, his voice drowned out by the crowd.
Suddenly though, a shrill shriek can be heard from somewhere beneath the ring - there seems to be a commotion between two members of the public. Steve and Henry immediately stop their ‘match’ and scan the crowd in confusion, both trainers groaning softly to themselves when they realize that it’s caused by one of their girls, tearing into each other’s hair and screaming out curses.
“You little b*tch!! Ge’off me!!”
“F*cking wh*re - I’ll rip your eyes out!!”
*A few moments earlier*
Hannah Ferguson was excited as she could be when she heard her Head Trainer was fighting with none other than their rival stable’s Head Trainer, Henry Carvill. She had rushed to the outdoor gym, and it seemed like word was spreading from the gathering crowd around the outdoor ring. Together with the rest of her stablemates, they screamed and hooted whenever their man punished the other for daring to bring his Sirens along to the party.
“LET’S GO STEVIE!! SHOW HIM THAT RIGHT HOOK YOU TAUGHT US!” Hannah shouts, as the rest of the Vixens erupt with approval.
Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice hisses into Hannah’s right ear. “I wouldn't bet on him, Ferguson. Your man’s going down, just like you did before.” Hannah whips around to find Hailey Clauson grinning widely, the curvy blonde wearing nothing but a frayed white tank top and daisy dukes.
“You hittin’ on me, blondie? Get the f*ck back to your side,” Hannah retorts, turning to face the Siren head-on. “Aren't you the b*tch who got pasted by Bo the other night?”
“Hmrph, and aren't you the b*tch who got jugged out by Tahnee Atkinson? You're yesterday’s news, Ferguson,” Hailey responds. “Start acting like it,” she concludes with a smirk, clearly enjoying herself.
Hannah clucks her tongue and looks away, pretending to be hurt, before sending a right hand SLAP that stings Hailey across the face, in what Nina Agdal would later recall as ‘loud enough for everyone to take their eyes off the brawling men and turn to look, all at once.’
*back to the present*
Chaos I guess is the only way to describe it. There was no telling who was fighting whom as the entire ringside had erupted, then devolved into a wild brawl from all sides, both the Vixens and Sirens joining in one by one to support their teammates. Luisana Lopilato cornered by Pia and Mathilde yet again, before the latter is tackled from behind by Nina Agdal. Emily Ratajkowski caught in a headlock by a taller Melissa Satta, who exploits by pounding on her body. Kelly Rohrbach chilling by the side observing the chaos, until confronted by a hungry-looking Danielle Robertson, still upset over her loss to the blonde. And of course, Hannah Ferguson and Hailey Clauson are throwing down in the thick of it, both Welterweights wrestling in each other’s arms for control and flinging each other about by the hair.
“Well, Boyd, I’m willing to do half,” Henry chuckles, leaning on the ropes, surveying the carnage in the gym below.
The VIXENs trainer lets out a resigned sigh as he shakes his head slowly. “ Deal.”