SWO War Games PPV #4

Posted by Archer News Service on July 20, 2013, 11:24 am

Results: SWO Writing: Archer

The aftermath of the previous bout had subsided. Now Skip Tracey and the rest of the audience began to look forward to the fourth fight on the card. Already Foxy Puncher Troian Bellisario was on her feet and out of her sweatsuit, shadow sparring with FPU team captain Jennifer Garner.

“I’m not going to give you a big speech,” Jen said, “we’re down 0-3 and you’ve got to be our stopper Can you stop Manuela Arbelaez?”

“Yes, I can,” Troian said flatly as she sparred. “This all turns around with me.”

“There goes Lillian,” Jennifer commented.

Lillian Garcia, the announcer was in the ring and took the microphone: “WHAT GREAT NIGHT THIS IS LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! (Cheers) NOW WE HAVE OUR NUMBER FOUR EVENT—FIRST FROM THE FOXY PUNCHERS UNITED—TROI-ANN THE TIGRESS BELLIS-ARRIOOOOOOO!”

With that cue, the lanky FPU fighter bounded into the ring in her red bra and panties with matching red gloves. Her hair was pulled back into a single braid. She raised one arm and saluted the crowd. At this point the crowd had begun to regard the Foxy Punchers as doomed, but they managed a reasonably polite cheer. Troian seemed above much more crowd raising, she nodded coolly to the fans and took her place next to Kelly Ripa.

“Cute shorts,” Troi said observing Kelly’s tight black short shorts and striped ref’s shirt.

Kelly said: “Complimenting my shorts wont help you.”

“Hey anything for an edge—“ Troi began, but she was cut off as Lillian Garcia was on the microphone again.

“AND NOW FROM THE SEXY WORLD ORDER—MANUELA THE ATOMIC AVENGER AR-BEL-AEZ!”

Manuela was out of her sweatsuit and onto the ring steps in a flash. She paused at the ring apron to do a sexy little hip shake in her black bra and turquoise panties that had the crowd howling. Then she stepped into the ring, raising both turquoise gloves and parading around the ring as the cheers cascaded down. She smiled brightly all the way to the center ring where she joined a bemused Kelly Ripa and a glowering Troian.

“Aw, poor Troi, she looks like her boy friend just dumped her—but why should be that ber such a surprise?” Manuela mocked toying with her long battle braid.

A faint red fluish came to Troian’s cheeks: “That the best you got, Game Show Girl?”

“Naw, my best is my punching which will knock you right out of those baggy red panties,” Manuela sneered.

“You better watch your panties,” Troian growled, “I just might make your eat them.”
Manuela looked ready to fire back, but Kelly Ripa stepped in: “That’s enough. Time for the real fight to start. Touch those gloves and get to your corners.”

Maniela continued to look mockingly at Troian who was now stony-cold in her glare. Their glove touch was so slight that it more like a slide. The fighters marched to their corners and moments later the bell rang to commence action.

Troian was out of her corner hard, fast and very focused on pounding the waistband of Manuela’s trunks. At the same time, she was constantly moving her head to make the Colombian-born Manuela miss with her initial haymakers. Manuela didn’t much like taking shots to the belly and backed off, but she started circling, looking for openings. Troian pursued still banging the body, but then one of Manuela’s haymakers skidded off the FPU’s fighter’s protective guard and caught Troi square on the jaw.

Instantly, Troian’s long legs went wonky and she staggered away shaking her head. Manuela had to hurry to get back in front and slap in some quick follow-up leather to Troian’s face before the FPU brunette could get her mitts up. Then Manuela let her gloves sink into the waistband of Troi’s red panties and Troian was bent forward. Manuela then fired uppercuts that banged off FPU chin and sent fresh wobble into her legs.

The Foxy Puncher bench looked numb as yet another fighter found herself in dire straight. Across the ring however, Ronda Rousey could be seen giving Big Sexy an enthusiastic, if premature victory kiss while the rest of the bunch cheered their Colombian girl on.

Troian was still staggering back with Manuela in determined pursuit, though her punches were not landing with much power, mostly glancing off Troi’s guard. Then Troian seemed to steady and she began to pepper Manuela with a chipping jab that just worked her over from belly to eyebrows as the SWO girl kept coming forward. A ramming hook to the solar plexus finally brought Manuela to a halt and doubled over in gasping pain. This was just what Troian needed as she went to town on Manuela’s suddenly exposed head. Knocked from side to side and then back, Manuela was left reeling, her mental processes temporarily scrambled.

Troian was on the march now, just driving the nearly defenseless Manuela around the ring, and pummeling her about the head. Finally, as Manuela neared being pinned on the ropes, she simply turned a shoulder into Troi and thrust forward into her red bra. Troian gasped in outrage and shoved Manuela back. Kelly Ripa jumped in to lecture Troi on shoving, Troian was too busy glaring at Manuela who was leaning against the ropes gasping in air and trying to recover. Kelly finally finished her lecture and let Troi go. The FPU fighters flung herself at the SWO fighter, but she was let by a furious burst of counter-punching from Manuela who had clearly found her second wind.

Manuela smacked Troian’s head around and then pounded her belly, then back to the head. Troi’s defense seemed suddenly swamped, unable to regroup, but finally she just ducked around Manuela. In the confusion, Manuela suddenly pitched on her face.

“SHE TRIPPED ME!” Manuel bellowed, bouncing back up.

“It was an accident, honest,” Troian called out.

The SWO bench were on their feet screaming “FOUL!” While the FPU girls were on their feet shouting: “WHINERS!”

Kelly Ripa eyed Troian , but said nothing before waving for the fight to resume. Manuela gritting her mouthpiece tightly came for Troian with rage in her eyes. Troian coolly let the Colombia battler come in and then battled her in a furious exchange of power punching, but Troian’s ability to dodge and evade was plainly the better. Manuela’s face began to swell and bruise and she would shudder as Troian blasted shots into her ribs.

Manuela was forced to retreat, but Troian was hard in her pursuit. Manuela could find no escape and was driven into one of the corners where Troi leaned in to keep her pinned while her gloves thundered into SWO belly. Manuela writhed under this cruel bombardment until Kelly Ripa finally shouldered her way in to force a separation.
Troian stepped back and Manuela came swaying forward her eyes glassy but with a spark defiance still burning. Troi then began to circle around her punch-befuddled opponent just chipping away at her head to keep her befuddled and unable to recover. Manuela tried to keep up, but could only flail away desperately.

Troian then struck to end this. She fired off a fast series of straight rights over Manuela’s futile upper guard and knock her chin back. Then she shifted into big lefts and rights that knocked Manuela’s head first to the left and then to the right. Manuela looked forlorn and hopeless. Troian’s smiled with cold satisfaction as she used some short quick uppercuts into the chin that spilled Manuela to her side. The SWO girl rolled onto her back and pushed up with her hands to raise herself up, but she do no better.

“SEVEN…EIGHT…NINE…TEN!!!!!” called out Kelly Ripa.
“AND THE WINNER TROIAN BELLISARIO OF THE FOXY PUNCHERS UNITED!”

This was greeted by mixed cheers and boos. The Foxy Punchers went wild as they jumped up and down, hugged and kissed each other as the team won it’s first win.

The SWO girls were stunned and sullen, but then Troian Bellisario yanked Manuela to her feet for a Walk of Shame! The crowd greeted this with mixed cheers and boos, but the SWO girls were enraged. They rushed to the ring apron and threatened to climb in. The FPU girls rushed to their side of the ring ready to come to Troi’s defense, but their first winner of the evening went about the Walk with a fine disdain for cheers and boos.

“Maybe now you tramps will know what you’ve gotten into!’ Troi told Manuela as she released her at the end of the walk and thrust her into Kelly Ripa’s arms.

“WE’LL GET YOU FOR THIS!” Ronda Rousey was shouting.

Troian paused to regard her icy calm: “You’ll have to take that up with Ms. Garner tonight—but we’ll see about the future.”

With that Troian turned and exited the ring, joining her happy teammates on the FPU bench, Meanwhile the stunned and hurt Manuela was comforted by her SWO teammates.

“Gosh boss, that was nasty,” said Spizzy.”

“We’ll make them all pay,” promised Big Sexy, “I know my girls They won’t let this go unanswered.”

Aisha Tyler came over to Big Sexy: “Just wait until you see what I do to Mandy Moore. Those stuck up sluts will be shaking in their bikini underpants when I’m done with her.”

“That’s my girl,” Big Sexy said, “and I really appreciate you filling in at the last minute for poor Brooke.”

“My pleasure, Boss, I’m glad for the chance to teach Moore and the rest of them a lesson,” Aisha declared.

Across the ring. Skip Tracey was observing Mandy Moore doing some preparatory shadow boxing.

“They’ll be out for blood now,” Jennifer Garner was telling her fighter.

“That’s good,” Mandy replied, “because so am I. We are not going down because I lost. I can promise you that!”

Skip could see Lillian Garcia once more headed to the ring. Looked like bout number five was soon to begin.

A.N.S.