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17 November 2013 Troian Bellisario vs Meghan Markle

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INTRODUCING THE SLAPPING TABLE

 

Posted by Cessna N1O1BL on November 17, 2013, 10:10 am

 

(Note: I can't take credit for the Slapping Table, as Sim first laid out the details to me in one of our recent communiques, many thanks to him for letting me take the concept for a spin. To the management of the fighters mentioned in the piece below, I hope you enjoy but if you don't, feel free to acknowledge or disregard these events as you see fit. ~DR)


They were called Slapping Tables and like pumpkin spice lattes in the fall, suddenly they were everywhere. Originally the brainchild of a CW executive who’d hoped to curb the rash of impromptu wrestling matches taking place on the sets of Arrow, The Vampire Diaries, etc., Slapping Tables were classic Arm Wrestling Tables slightly modified to allow those involved far more leverage on any and all slaps thrown.

Rules of such bouts were equally straightforward. Participants stepped up to the Table, gripped their peg for support and proceeded to exchange orderly tit-for-tat until one girl fell. The instant her opponent broke contact with the Table the girl still on her feet punched an oversized button that in turn triggered a ten count. To stop the count all her opponent had to do was reapply her grip on the peg and slap the button a second time. The action would then resume as previous, with the girl who initiated the ten count allowed right of first strike. If the fallen girl could not rise or hit the button a second within the allotted ten seconds, the contest was over.

As simple as it was compelling, Slapping Tables had popped up at all the major networks and stable gyms and officially sanctioned matches had become common undercard attractions in the Apartment House Wrestling Meccas of New York and Los Angeles. Far from being mere time fillers, these bouts were often used as a sort of unorthodox negotiating tactic between fighters destined to meet on the penthouse carpets or in an FCBA ring, with the winner often able to leverage their victory into a favorable stipulation, venue or payday for their upcoming row. Less frequently they were used by one girl to rub salt in the wounds of a previously beaten foe or for the defeated to achieve a measure of revenge when there was no immediate rematch in sight.

It was for the purpose of humiliation that Meghan Markle invited Troian Bellisario to join her at the Bellagio’s Slapping Table less than a week after her thunderous KO1 dismissal of the PLP’s rising star. “She’s telling everyone it was a fluke and I won‘t have it.” Meghan explained when questioned as to why she’d seek an exclamation point for her exclamation point, “I didn’t just drop Troi’s punk card, I stuffed it down her throat in front of the whole world and she’s not woman enough to admit it, I’m happy to slap her face until she is!”

Bellisario’s response was as terse as it was effective. “I accept. VanCamp told me not to, but that’s because she licks her wounds. I cauterize mine.”

Twenty-four hours later they were both inside a suitably palatial penthouse, participants in the only Slapping Table contest in a card headlined by Allison Mack battling Emily Rose and Hayden Panettiere answering the challenge of Brenda Song. Conversation faded to a quiet whisper as the pair of brunettes stepped to opposite sides of the table set carefully in the center of the room. Polite applause as first Meghan, then Troian slipped off short silk robes to reveal the same attire they’d worn for the pay-per-view: soft white cashmere for Markle, sporty black with white trim for Bellisario.

“Too slender,” a voice that sounded a lot like Natalie Dormer noted over the general buzz when Troi gripped her peg, “there’s no way she’ll last. Meghan will slap her numb.”

Troian didn’t answer because Meghan did it for her. “You’re damned right I will, but not too fast. I want more than three minutes out of this bytch tonight.” Markle grabbed her peg, rolled her shoulders and flashed a beaming smile to the crowd before turning back to her opponent. “Tell ya what, Troi, even though I don’t have to, I’ll let you throw the first slap. It’s the least I can do since you didn’t get to throw any punches when--”

CRAAACK!

Bellisario clouted her across the cheek with a forehand right that spun the other brunette away from the table and dropped her to one knee. Showing the faintest trace of a smile, Troian tapped the bright red button in the middle of the table. A pleasantly mean female voice (rumor was it was Lacey Chabert) called, ‘ONE… TWO…’

On the floor, Meghan flipped hair out of her eyes and locked eyes with the ombudsman. “Aren’t you going to say anything about the cheap shot, asshole?”

‘THREE… FOUR…’

“There’s no infraction Ms. Markle,” the man in the expensive suit replied, “the contest begins as soon as both pegs have been engaged.”

‘FIVE… SIX… SEVEN…’

Furious and embarrassed in equal measure, Meghan scrambled to her feet, grabbed the peg and pounded the button by ‘NINE’. “Is that the best you’ve got, bytch? One lucky shOOOOWWWW!”

Troian slapped her again, not a second forehand but an overhand swing that caught Markle’s cheek and left eye. The startled lovely instinctively raised both palms to her stinging face and cursed quite loudly when Bellisario tapped the glowing button.

‘ONE… TWO…’

Meghan straightened up and glared daggers at the other brunette. “You cheap little skank. I’ll slap you to sleep when this is over.” She seized her peg, smacked the button at ‘FOUR’ and tapped her stinging left cheek in a brazen show of defiance. “Go on. I dare you. C’mon Special, give it all you’ve got!”

Troi reared back for the third shot only to dart her hand over her left shoulder so she could CRAAACK Markle with a backhand across her right cheek. The brunette’s head snapped backward and the rest of her followed, only a step or two but she lost contact with the Slapping Table so Bellisario started the count yet again.

Meghan Markle made it back into position by ‘FIVE’ and to her credit she held on through Troian’s fourth unanswered slap but her nerves were effectively shredded and no one was surprised a few minutes later when she turned away from the Table and just kept walking.

Bellisario watched closely from her spot, hoping against hope that the lucky slut wouldn’t make it to the perimeter before the count reached ‘TEN!’ A bell chimed and the ombudsman stepped forward only to hurl himself backward as Troian went after her foe at a dead run. Meghan heard pounding feet on the carpet, turned around and let out a boozy shout of agony when the Pretty Little Puncher took her to the floor with a Pretty Big Tackle.

Scrambling into a mount above tummy and below juggs, Bellisario snatched Markle’s wrists after a few seconds of hand-fighting and stuffed them against her sides, which allowed the ABC standout to pin them in place with her shins. After that it was all over but the slapping and even that didn’t last very long. Left hand buried in Meghan’s dark hair, Troian yanked her head off the thick pile and proceeded to slap every inch of Markle’s face that she could put palm to. Eventually Meghan’s feet stopped kicking and Troi stopped smacking, the latter subsiding several seconds after the former. Taking the red-faced battler’s chin between thumb and forefinger, Bellisario tilted her head this way and that, using the penthouse’s wonderful lighting to make sure her paintbrushing hadn’t missed a single spot. When she was satisfied, the sleek brunette stunner pushed to her feet and remained standing over her prey while she slipped back into her short silk robe.

Not bothering to knot the sash, she accepted the ombudsman’s proffered flute of champagne and took a tidy sip. Finally deigning to smile for real when the applause started, Troi raised her glass to the icy-eyed, stone-faced blonde who’d predicted her humiliating defeat little more than five minutes prior.

“Special.” she said just loud enough for Natalie to hear.

 

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