Post by hawkeye on Jul 11, 2019 23:46:26 GMT
The main event loomed and the FAWNatics geared up for the spectacular, moving from murmur to dull roar as the anticipation grew by the second. The crowd got their chips in early, not waiting for the challenger to arrive before starting a ‘Chrissy sucks!” chant.
Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’ erupted from the speakers, the unmistakable sound of Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tearing the air itself.
BEAUTIFUL GIRLS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ
A cannonade of pyro exploded from the rafters in time with the thunderous drum roll, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light. When the glare subsides Chrissy Daniel stood atop the ramp. Hands on her hips, she turned her head to scan the crowd, the corners of her mouth upturneded in a smugly mischievous smile. On her right was the busty blonde teenage pupil she’d set upon FAWN, Kat Braddock looking supremely pleased and incredibly hot in a tight black t-shirt and faded blue denim cutoffs; no shoes, apparently no problem.
CHRISSY DANIEL:
KAT ‘THE BRAT’ BRADDOCK:
AVERY CHRISTIAN:
On the Imp’s left, a new addition to the California Quakes courtesy the other side of the Pacific Rim, the Baby Boss and new cohort of The Brat, Avery Christian. Bethany’s little girl matched Kat’s denim though she wore a white tanktop and black Converse All-Stars.
Raising her hands overhead, Chrissy made as if to wave at the FAWNatics before turning it into a set of double birds. Daniel wrapped an arm around the shoulders of each apprentice and they started down the aisle, side by side by side. The ash blonde’s hips swiveled with every self-assured step and the newbies matched her swish for swish.
The Imp wore a shiny leather two piece, somewhere between silver and black, Chrissy forgoing her trademark fringe for sleek and stylish. Black pads and boots finished the wardrobe.
Taking the steps at a slow stalk, Daniel slipped through the strands after a tawdry waggle of her hips, Kat and Avery quickly joining their tutor, the Announcer seeing his opportunity.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit and is for the FAWN WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! Accompanied to the ring by Kat Braddock and Avery Christian, hailing from Manhattan Beach, California, she stands five foot one inch tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty-four and nine-tenths pounds. She is FAWN‘s original bad girl, the catfighter‘s catfighter, a three-time former World and two-time former Tag Team champion…SHE IS THE KILLER IMP…CHRISSY DANIEL”
Center stage, Chrissy flipped her lustrous locks back with one hand and raised a microphone to her lips with the other.
“History, people,” Daniel pronounced. “That’s what you get tonight!”
Kat and Avery each raised four fingers high, beaming at the thought.
“Three times I’ve proven I’m the best FAWN has ever seen. And yet there’s one more time necessary to prove it for good. Get ready all you putzes! Because tonight is a FOUR-gone conclusion!”
The Imp dropped the stick with a CLUNK and moved to the ropes nearest the hard cam, rising to the middle ropes and leaning over, raising one arm high and slapping her cushy midriff with the other to signify where the belt would end the night.
Avery and Kat bracketed the challenger though they remain mat-bound out of respect for their mentor.
The threesome shouted and motioned to the stage above, daring the Rainmaker to find out how a ten on the Richter would feel from these Quakes.
They didn’t wait long for their response. No more than five seconds passed before the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Stovington Vermont, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds! Representing the Black Court she is the three time, three time, THREE TIME FAWN World Champion! I give to you THE ACE…SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGEZpSQEhls
Already standing to give the Quakes all the vitriol they deserved, the sold-out crowd raised a far happier roar when ‘Crown on the Ground’ barged its way into the arena. Shortly thereafter the Ace of the Black Court stepped into view and stretched her arms in a wide ‘T’ to call forth a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro.
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
For tonight‘s defense Susan sported a faded blue tank-top, a real classic from the FAWN shop, none other than the original ’Sensational’ Shea London gear. Arching an eyebrow when the FAWNatics started a brief ‘SHEA!’ chant, Burlingame grabbed the bottom edge of her top, then paused to let the crowd ‘ooooohhh’ and ‘aaaaaaahhhh’ over the big golden belt strapped around her bronzed waist. Peeling it off shortly thereafter, she tossed the discarded tank-top into the stands, then undid the strap and hoisted it one handed. Doing so got another round of applause from those assembled, though her trademark dark blue two-piece with mellow golden trim probably had something to do with it as well. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look. Dropping a wink when an ‘ACE!’ chant rolled in from somewhere in the back, Sue draped the belt over one shoulder and started down the aisle.
Hands strained from both sides but Sue was already jawing with the challenger, who’d yet to leave her perch at the nearest corner. “Oh, you want this, baby? Why don’t you ask your intern what happened when she tried to take it from me?”
The reminder of her Mayhem defeat incensed Avery and she started through the ropes only for Kat to hold her back. Dropping down from the buckles, Chrissy shooed her protégés away, then cleared off to properly welcome the champion to the ring. “Ave’s got a good head on her shoulders, but she’s not ready for a World Title just yet.” Daniel admitted. “Me? I’m ALWAYS ready to show a rich girl how it feels to get crushed by a Quake!”
Delighted by the confidence of the FAWN original, Sue charged, dove under the bottom rope and popped to her feet not six inches removed from the Beach Cat. Strap held high, she went right for Daniel (and Daniel went for her) only to be stopped when Senior Official Nick Castle stepped between them.
“You’re not going to let him stop you, are you babe?” Sue taunted. “You’re the original bad girl, after all!”
“He’s not stopping me, he’s SAVING you.” Chrissy sneered. “Can’t have the Main Event finished before the opening bell, right Castle?”
“Never mind that.” the ref replied. “Avery, Kat, take your places outside. Chrissy, Susan, to your corners.”
“Kiss that belt goodbye, Burlingame.” Daniel purred as she headed to the far corner. “It’s coming home with me.”
“Kiss your ass goodbye, Daniel.” Sue countered. “It’s going out with the rest of the garbage.”
Susan sauntered out of the corner with the CLANG of the bell, the World Champ confident as ever yet clearly aware of Braddock and Christian in the challenger’s corner. Hands raised in a loose, much loved striker’s stance, Burlingame crossed mid-ring and went straight at the Imp only to draw back when Chrissy slipped her head and shoulders between the top and middle ropes. “Get her back, Castle.” Daniel demanded. “That new money stench is overwhelming.”
Sue didn’t back up, but she didn’t claim anymore ground, choosing instead to settle in for a series of deep leg stretches. “Whenever you’re ready, Travel Size.” the Ace called to her opposition. “I’ve beat Tru Value you last month, I can wait a little longer to beat actual you.”
That observation raised a scowl from Baby Boss, Avery starting to climb onto the apron before Kat and Chrissy both raised a hand to keep her in check. “Don’t give me any of that shyt.” Chrissy scoffed at the Ace once her newest acquisition was back on the floor. “I know you’ve been ducking me since the moment you put that belt around your skinny little waist.” Daniel pushed off the buckles and started forward, her brawny fists raised to just under her chin.
Burlingame noted this and pulled out of her stretches, knowing damned well that Chrissy had explosive speed in that compact frame. Even so, it didn’t stop the Courtier from scoffing as she replied, “Ducking? For f*ck’s sake Chrissy, girl as short as you, I don’t need to duck. I could just hop over… or step on.”
Daniel stopped, rolled her shoulders in rather threatening fashion. “I’d like to see you try, rich girl.”
The heiress’ smile didn’t quite reach her eyes as she beckoned the Beach Cat forward with a single crooked finger. “Sure about that, shrimp? As I recall there’s already one set of Burlingame boot-prints on that dumpy ass of--”
Chrissy wasn’t about to take that sort of trash talk from a tanning-bed addict like Sue Burlingame so she charged in, went low and-- ‘OFHH!’
Sue caught a double handful of hair, stepped back and pumped a single high Kneelift between the veteran’s eyes! Daniel shuddered, went down on one knee in front of the tawny battler. “Damn, don’t bend the knee just yet, girl!” Sue chided. “After all, you’re a three time World Champion TOOOHHHNNNNGGGHH!” Chrissy cinched her arms around the champ’s upper thighs (hands knotted just beneath the curve of her glutes) powered onto tiptoe and immediately went down on one knee to THWHAM her foe against the deck with a huge Spinebuster!
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4AFiIe_v9o
Burlingame bounced open in a vulnerable starfish, the perfect position for Daniel to capitalize with a quick cover, but instead the FAWN legend leaned forward to fill her hands with the Rainmaker’s breasts! “I don’t need YOU reminding me of my own résumé, chump!” Chrissy sneered as she squeezed, kneaded, groped and generally mauled the champ’s bounty. “I was headlining pay-per-views and selling out arenas when you were just some nobody brought over from WOLFHHEERRRGGGHHH!”
Sue reached up and grabbed Chrissy’s wrists, not to break the Claw but to give her a little extra leverage when she sat up and ‘smecked’ her legs around the Imp’s waist! Legs fully extended as she squeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed Chrissy’s midsection, Burlingame cupped her left hand against the back of Daniel’s head to hold her steady for a trio of quick Forearm Smashes to the face. “Damn, can you believe it’s been almost ten years since I beat you at ‘Mania? Oh wait, I didn’t beat you. Portia stole you from me, then I kicked HER ass while you were OOOOOWWWWWW BYTCH!”
Chrissy worked her fingers beneath the brunette’s top and twisted / tweaked her nubs hard enough to make Burlingame’s eyes water. “You REALLY want to keep reminding me about shyt like that, putz?” Daniel snarled as she tried to set Sue’s dials to K-T-A-P. “Because I promise that bad old memories for me will mean brand new bad memories for youNNNNGHHH!”
Sue pulled herself that much closer to the blonde, raised her right arm high overhead, then brought that elbow THUNKING down into the crown of her attacker’s skull! The Imp’s grip loosened considerably, so Burlingame shifted her clasping hand to Chrissy’s chin, all the better to keep her startled face pointed up into the Hammer Fists the champ rained down. “Bring all the bad you got, old girl!” Sue barked over Nick Castle’s demands of ‘Open that hand!’ “I’ve been wanting to point your ass at the rafters for a long timHUURRGH!”
Chrissy abandoned the tweaking in favor of a burly Bear Hug that brought she and the Ace together tummy to tummy, chest to chest. “Grrrrhhhhh… I got more bad than you can handle, beeyotch.” Daniel huffed as she clambered to one knee despite the crushing force of Sue’s Scissors. Back to full verticality a moment thereafter, she gave the Bear Hug a few ragdoll shakes, then added, “And I’m going have you moaning like Shea London before I claim MY World Title for the fourth goddamned timOOOOOWWWW SLUT!”
Releasing the Scissors without so much as a word of warning, Burlingame stretched her arms wide like she was going for an Ear Ringer, but when Chrissy tucked her head to protect against it the Rainmaker went low instead, Sue sliding her right hand down the front of the multi-time World Champion’s leather trunks for a tawdry Crotch Claw! Genuinely surprised by the catty tactic, Daniel abandoned the Hug to deal with the encroachment only for Susan to relinquish the grip in favor of a snappy Bytch Slap that CRAAACKED Chrissy’s mouth! The retaliatory Haymaker was more instinct than conscious strategy, which probably explained how Burlingame managed to duck it and swing ‘round behind the ballistic blonde. Catching Chrissy in a Waistlock of her own, Sue got low and popped her hips to take Daniel up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head with a perfect German Suplex. The impact folded Chrissy in half, the tips of her boots somewhere a little north of her ears when Nick Castle swooped in to count the…
GERMAN SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HPmto0ycZLg
ONE…
TWO…
The Beach Cat powered out simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ and in so doing tumbled to all fours. She’d just started to rise when Susan stepped in and caught her left arm in a Single Underhook. Rightly worried about another Suplex, Chrissy dropped to one knee, unfortunately the Ace stepped / swung over her exposed back and laid out flat to bring the Imp down in a lightning-fast Cross Armbreaker!
Actually that wasn’t quite correct. It was *almost* a Cross Armbreaker, but Daniel had hooked her fingers in a tight S-Grip half a heartbeat before Sue could wrench her trapped left arm back to full extension. Struggling to make it to a seat without the use of her arms, Chrissy grunted, “You stupid putz, you really think you can win an old school FAWN title match against me? Try that tacky shyt one more time and I’ll make you EAT your briefs in full view of the hard camOOOOWWWWW F*CK YOU!”
Not about to abandon such a position when she had Chrissy faltering, Burlingame halved her grip on the blonde’s wrist and gave the Killer Imp a taste of her own medicine by twisting her left nipple right through the slick leather of her top. Of course she didn’t want anyone feeling excluded, so she gave Chrissy’s right nub the same treatment, then alternated back and forth until the veteran was forced to break the S-Grip to defend against further twisting. In this effort she proved successful, however in giving up the S-Grip she let Sue double down on her left wrist which in turn let the Bankable Bombshell stretch out full length and thrust her hips up into Daniel’s elbow now that the Armbreaker was well and truly locked in.
CROSS ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UcoL0iPs2S4
Daniel was as tough as a two-dollar steak, but Sue had Chrissy writhing like she’s been zapped with 10,000 volts, the Armbreaker working its magic almost instantly. Seeing the challenger’s distress, Castle dropped next to the Killer Imp and asked if she’s had enough.
Usually one to curse such a question, the ash blonde was too ‘distracted’ by the Ace’s handiwork to even notice Nick was nearby. Her fireplug frame rocked from side to side, trying to find a way out as Burlingame worked the limb heartlessly.
On the sidelines, the remainder of the California Quakes watched nervously as their house mother yelped in anguish. With the ropes not nearly within reach, the situation looked dire, but the veteran found a way out, rolling toward Sue and returning her hands together in a tight clasp, at the same time stacking Susan onto her shoulders, Burlingame in a ball before she could break Chrissy’s grip and fully reapply the breaker.
Castle turned from asking for Daniel’s surrender to slapping the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Frustrated, the Rainmaker gave up the hold to edge off her shoulders, ending on all fours, looking at the mewling Imp with a modicum of regard. But she didn’t give the challenger a chance to rest. Capturing Chrissy’s head in her hands, she hauled the Imp up as she rose, snuggling beside the Beach Cat. Skillfully, Sue slipped Chrissy’s near arm between Daniel’s own legs, Sue grabbing it in a Pumphandle grip. She leaned over the lowered back of the Imp, slipping her torso and left arm under the far arm of the challenger before rising to full vertical, acquiring a Pumphandle version of her Abdominal Stretch.
PUMPHANDLE ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=23fDbL4ungQ
Susan shredded at Daniel’s Achilles’ Heel, her abdomen always a point of attack for those in the know, and of the rare breed of FAWN multi-time champions, Burlingame had a reputation of being the most studious. The Bankable Bombshell used the handle to grind the Stretch, drawing more painful cries from the veteran bully but a shake of Daniel’s head came when Nick asked for her status.
Convinced Chrissy was too stubborn to give, Burlingame used her positioning to launch Daniel, juggling Chrissy up her body into position for a slam.
But Daniel managed to slide out the back door, dropping behind the startled Susan, immediately throwing a Chop Block into the back of the World Champion’s right knee. Sue dropped to the joint, face twisting in pain. Chrissy quickly grasped both wrists and thrust a knee into the back of Sue’s braincase, the champ’s head thrust forward, a slight glaze growing over the brown eyes of Burlingame. It’s only increased when, with the knee glued to her foe’s skull, Daniel ‘rode’ Sue down with a modified Curbstomp, forcing the Ace face-first into the deck, the crowd groaning from the brutality of the impact.
For their part, Kat and Avery were delighted, turning to the FAWNatics to lead the fools in a round of applause. Precious few took them up on the offer.
Inside, Chrissy moved to a crouch of Sue’s lower spine while slipping her arms under and around those of her fellow three-time World Champ, lacing fingers behind Burlingame’s neck. She reeled Sue’s torso off the canvas, forcing her into an anguish-inducing arc courtesy a Full Nelson Clutch.
Feeling more herself, Daniel gave the ensnared Ace a rattle from side to side before wrenching her back all the more, imposing a view of the rafters on Susan. Burlingame mewled in pain, her vertebrae viciously tested by the Imp.
“Ask her,” Daniel demanded, not appreciating Castle not giving the champ the same opportunity she’d been by the zebra.
Nick did as he’s told and got a stern, loud “NO!” from the Black Courtier.
It’s a word that seemed to trigger Chrissy. She gave up her Nelson, sinking both sets of nails into Sue’s scalp. She created an agonizing ‘hair clutch’ and gave it up at ‘FOUR’ in violent fashion, SLAMMING Sue’s face into the deck, Burlingame’s noggin bouncing off the thinly-sheathed plywood.
“Putz,” Daniel whispered in Burlingame’s ear. “You really thought this was going to be easy, didn’t you?”
Chrissy raised and SLAMMED her foe’s forehead into the mat again, an addled look growing on Susan’s features. “Not bringing any of your Court back-up? Bad choice.”
Chrissy dismounted, tugging the Ace up by the hair as she did, then bum-rushing Burlingame to the ropes and tossing her over. Sue’s sinewy, tawny-skinned frame BANGED against the apron before puddling to the floor.
Castle moved toward the exit point to check on the champ when the Imp hooked an elbow and spun Nick to face her.
“This is a NO count out, right?” Chrissy asked.
“No. It isn’t,” Nick replied.
“Are you sure?”
As the Beach Cat continues to confirm the rules, Kat and Avery strode to Burlingame, the curvy students of ‘Mama Daniel’ first battered Burlingame with a double mudstomping. Christian took a quick glance to see Chrissy still had the attention of Castle. The busty Baby Boss directed Braddock to raise the Ace and Kat locked elbows with Sue to keep her stifled as Avery loaded up a forearm. But as Christian threw, Sue’s able to slip out of the Brat’s grasp and Avery clocked Kat with a heavy impact flush to the blonde’s jaw, putting Braddock on her back.
Avery’s hands reflexively rose to her dark locks, shocked and dismayed and, with her attention on her fellow Quake, Burlingame came off the floor with a jaw-jacking European Uppercut that planted the Baby Boss’s backside to thinly padded cement.
Seeing her plan implode over Castle’s shoulder, Chrissy pushed past the man as Sue stepped out of the wreckage left of the youngsters and climbed back to the apron, palms wrapped around the top cable to move through. But the Imp arrived with a gutting Spear through the strands. Gurgling, Sue doubled over and the Imp secures a Front Facelock, pulling the champ through the ropes until her foe’s ankles caught on the middle cable.
A snarling Chrissy made lemonade out of her protégés’ less than successful assault, at least able to use the Susan’s delayed return to SPIKE the Bankable Bombshell’s cranium with a ring-rattling DDT off the middle rope.
Burlingame absently flopped to her back after the hellacious collision and was left splayed in a spreadeagle next to the seated Daniel. Chrissy leaned her back across Sue’s flaccid frame, reclining for her FOURTH World Title reign with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sue didn’t so much kick out as she did make the challenger pay for her lackadaisical cover, Burlingame threading an arm around Chrissy’s right bicep while she ‘smecked’ both legs around the blonde’s left arm. Just like that she rolled onto her left side and glued Daniel’s shoulders to the canvas with a Crucifix that held through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Legs bicycling wildly, Chrissy powered free and tumbled onto all fours with half a heartbeat between her and a stunning early dismissal. Scrambling to verticality without bothering to waste a glance at the official (the lack of a bell told her everything she needed to know, after all) the Killer Imp buried her both hands in Burlingame’s dark hair and *helped* her to boot-leather for the sole purpose of pumping a single Kneelift into that taut tummy. This was followed by another and another, Daniel following a left-right-left pattern at near machinegun speeds to ensure that Sue was mouth breathing when she hopped up and THUNKED both knees into the taller wrestler’s forehead!
DOUBLE KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFYN7t_YTDc
Burlingame toppled backward, the Ace looking rather spent while she cradled her noggin in her arms and beat both feet against the canvas. Avery & Kat urged her to go for a cover, but Chrissy shook her head ‘no’ and mouthed, ‘Bytch needs to learn her place.’ even as she hauled the woozy heiress to her knees. Halving the hair-hold so she could smoosh Burlingame’s mug outta shape with a domineering fish-face, Daniel sneered, “Hope you enjoyed your fifteen minutes of fame, putz.” she growled at the penitent Courtier. “Because NO ONE’S going to remember you when I’m the only four time World Champ FAWN’s ever seen!”
Sue mustered no response, so Chrissy let loose and ran the ropes directly behind the World Champion. Making her return under a considerable head of steam, the leather-clad battler hopped up and raised her knees to waist level so that her legs glided over Burlingame’s shoulders and--THWHUMP! Chrissy’s tush connected with the back of Susan’s skull and the Rainmaker went down hard, planted flat on her face by Daniel’s clever Inverted Meteora.
INVERTED METEORA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pfsn89ejIik
Set on one knee with Burlingame stretched out behind her, Chrissy took a moment to clap some invisible dust off her hands before she wheeled around and shoveled the champ onto her back. No mistakes this time, Daniel slipped an arm around both legs and folded Sue in half with a Back Press that jammed the blonde’s left shoulder against her prey’s chest while also pointing Burlingame’s rump to the rafters for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The heiress powered out of Chrissy’s grasp, earning an ugly look for Nick Castle in the process. The Senior Official replied with two fingers to make sure there was no mistake, though he paid for the effort with a single middle finger. “How you feeling now, rich girl?” Daniel slapped the back of Sue’s head a few times, then returned to the rough hair-grip. “Still think you’ve got what it takes to beat mnnnggghhh!”
The Bankable Bombshell reared back on her knees to pik-pak-pek a quick trio of punches into the smaller wrestler’s midsection. That only loosened Chrissy’s grip on her tresses, so Burlingame clambered to one knee and drove the spike of her left elbow into the former champion’s navel. Nodding as Daniel abandoned her hair to create some distance, Sue got to her feet and huffed, “More than enough for you and those brats you brought with--” Chrissy charged, lashed out with her right arm and THWHACKED Burlingame’s jaw with a Clothesline that sent straight back to the deck!
ANGRY IMP'S CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_gI9KmwTJw
“You just don’t learn, do you putz?” Daniel’s voice was little more than a growl as she scraped the brunette onto all fours. “That’s ok. I’ve got plenty of time to educate your dumb ass.” Forcing Sue’s head between her thighs, Chrissy leaned over and cinched her arms around the brunette’s waist. Then she dipped her knees and spun her onto her shoulders for-- the Beach Cat let all that momentum take both ladies all the way over, Chrissy landing in relative comfort on her back while Susan was THWHAPPED down on her face, chest and belly!
REVERSE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0kpMoAXEbUM
Seeing stars in the wake of the Reverse Powerbomb, Sue warily pushed onto her elbows and saw the corner only a few feet away. She was in the process of reaching for the bottom rope when Daniel rushed over and THUMPED a stomp into the small of her back!
“Don’t think so, beeyotch!” Chrissy cackled, the fireplug blonde clearly delighted to grrrrrrind the heel of her boot against the writhing battler. “You want the corner, you’re getting it my way!”
Sue didn’t want anything Chrissy’s way at the moment, unfortunately she was in no position to resist the blonde’s machinations when Daniel peeled her off the mat with a double handful of hair. A single turnbuckle on forehead collision loosened Burlingame’s knees even more, meaning there was no proper resistance when Daniel spun her around and smeared her against the corner. Bolstered by the support of Braddock and Christian (not to mention the reprobates in Section 1408) Chrissy climbed onto the second rope, collected a double handful of hair and proceeded to drag Sue’s squealing features back & forth across her domineering belly!
Satisfying though this was, Daniel knew damned well it wasn’t enough to put a World Champion away, even if it was a showboating snotnose like Sue Burlingame. So she wrenched back on the brunette’s damp hair, forcing the Susan to look up at the overhead lights. Then she freed her right hand, curled it into a fist and PWAAAKED a single hard shot into the Courtier’s hairline.
Daniel raised her punchin’ fist a heartbeat later which was all it took for the FAWNatics to begin tallying the shots that followed. ‘TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! T-’
Burlingame dipped her knees and slid out from beneath the challenger in a single sinuous move that left her on the Beach Cat’s six. Cursing, Chrissy looked over her shoulder to THWHACK! Burlingame caught her across the lower back with a high, snappy Roundhouse that echoed through the arena! With Chrissy temporarily frozen in place, Sue reached through the blonde’s parted legs, grabbed hold of her wrists and pulled back until her opposition was almost doubled over. Then she gave up those wrists to collect Daniel’s head, which she tugged just enough to trap against the top turnbuckle. An extremely awkward, extremely vulnerable position to be sure. Chrissy’s charges urged her to escape with all due haste, nothing good would come of--
Sue hopped forward off her plant foot to flick a Super Kick through the Killer Imp’s parted stems! No Low Blow this, the shot CRAAACKED flush against Chrissy’s upside down face! Daniel’s flailing arms went limp at her sides, the usually fearsome fireplug seemingly frozen in this rather ignominious position. Susan on the other hand was backing to the middle of the ring with both hands raised high, the Ace urging those assembled to get as loud as they possibly could.
In this they obliged her, at least they thought they did. It wasn’t until Burlingame rushed the buckles and hopped onto the middle rope did they discover their range went up a few more decibels. And when Sue caught a Waistlock and launched herself backward to THAWHAM Chrissy down on the back of her head and shoulders with a monstrous Release German Suplex?
NEVER BET AGAINST THE ACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQi8v8L4piU
Then they got REALLY loud.
Crawling over to the wreckage right around the time Chrissy flopped over onto her belly, Sue pushed the Beach Cat onto her back and planted hands atop her navel and sternum to keep the other multi-time World Champion down for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Daniel shifted a shoulder off the canvas, drawing a guttural groan from the crowd. Though the Ace of the Court was no Girl Scout, she’s a veritable American Sweetheart compared to the veteran bully and ferocious fireplug in terms of popularity. Having the Brat and the Baby Boss on the sidelines, two next gen reprobates, didn’t help the Imp’s esteem.
Susan used the opportunity to rally troops to which she didn’t normally have access, swinging her arm in the air, drawing a cheer, then tending to the Beach Cat, tugging the ash blonde up with a handful of hair.
Dipping, Sue swung an arm between the gobsmacked Chrissy’s short but powerful stems. Burlingame ‘hupped’ Daniel across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. The Imp didn’t seem to understand the danger as she’s limp across them. The Bankable Bombshell tossed Chrissy’s legs off her left side, turning to her right to capture Daniel’s head in her hands and ‘guide’ it to bended knee when Burlingame genuflected. Playing her Ace of Aces, Sue delivered a brutal blow, Chrissy’s head violently snapping back from the impact. The plush Cali Quake ended flat on her back in a stunned spreadeagle, the FAWNatics rewarding their temporary preference with a roar.
ACE OF ACES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
As Chrissy shuddered then fell still, a desperate Christian leapt to the apron and threatened Burlingame physically and in terms of future employment. As Castle worked at getting Avery back on the floor, the Ace shouted over his shoulder.
“I’m making your Mom money! As long as I do that, I’m worth more to her than you!”
Susan barely got the words out of her mouth when she’s spun in a 180 by a hand on her right shoulder. The Brat DROVE a Toe Kick to the champ’s golden-brown midriff, bending Sue at the waist, her dark eyes going buggy. Kat dipped and drew the debilitated Gamebreaker toward her, a tight embrace around Sue’s sinewy thighs, while her partner in crime kept Nick busy.
Braddock launched Burlingame into the air and parted her thighs with the plank of her upper leg when they descended, the Inverted Atomic Drop leaving Sue on her tiptoes, hands thrust between her thighs.
INVERTED ATOMIC DROP @ 00:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m7AXsgZrqV8
Her task complete, Kat scrambled and slid out of the ring, landing on the floor a split-second before Avery dropped her boot soles to the cement leaving Castle to surmise how a groggy Chrissy, seated and leaning against the ropes, could have put Susan in her state.
He turned his eyes to Braddock who shrugged innocently from the sidelines.
“That time of the month I guess,” The Brat giggled.
But things weren’t quite peachy for the Quakes yet as the Ace the Ace just played still has Daniel out of sorts.
She used the ropes to pull her way up and gingerly staggered out of the cables. Seeing Sue still trying to get her legs back in working order from the megaton blast into her kitty, Daniel charged as best she could with right arm drawn wide. Burlingame responded in kind, waddling toward Chrissy. Neither woman was moving all that quickly but neither woman was ready for much of a collision and when the scythe-like Clotheslines hit home simultaneously, each grappler was decked and left in an exhausted heap.
The crowd, despite any personal ill wishes in other matches, accepts the glory of the battle they’re watching. As both Sue and Chrissy stirred, they chanted loud and clear, “THIS IS AWESOME”. Both battered legends tried to respond to Castle’s growing count and the support from the FAWNatics and it’s Chrissy who’s able to flop from back to chest and throw a slack arm over Burlingame’s bosom for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Ace had at least one card left to play as she rolled a shoulder up from under the frail cover.
Irritated, Chrissy pushed Susan the rest of the way to her chest and RAKED the back of the Ace with ten ruby-tipped stilettos‘. The Rainmaker squealed in pain, her spine arching from the stinging trails.
With her young cavalry cheering, Daniel pushed on and up, pulling the mewling Sue up with her by her long dark locks. She added a grip on the Ace’s near wrist and bum-rushed Burlingame toward a corner, RAMMING Sue into the buckles chest-first. The ash blonde fireplug spun the shellshocked Ace to face her. She hooked Sue’s arms over the top rope, latching onto the wrist of both, using each as handles to keep her foe in place then CRASHED her right boot sole into the champ’s crotch.
The crowd and Sue groaned as one and the impact was only the start. Chrissy used her signature Impaler, pressing and grinding her boot into the tenderized crotch of her fellow three-time World Champ.
“You can pretend you’re on the same level as Portia, Ivy and myself, hell, even Shea, but you’ll never be on FAWN’s Mount Rushmore.”
Castle, currently unconcerned about how history will judge the biggest names in the organization, continued his count. Chrissy released the champ’s wrists at ‘FOUR’ and backed away a step, only to return and spin Sue out of the corner a step. Burlingame’s face now pointed to the crowd and Daniel forced Sue’s throat down across the rubber-coated steel of the uppermost cable.
Burlingame flailed wildly as Daniel climbed on Sue’s back, wrapping the Ace in a tight Bodyscissors from behind and pushed the champ’s windpipe closed with one hand while holding her in place with a white-knuckle rope grip with the other.
The dutiful Castle gave Sue’s rider a couple free seconds to release and when it didn’t come, he started his count. At ‘FOUR’, the Imp unfurled her grip on the strands and pushed away from the ropes while keeping her mounted position on the titleholder. She rode a staggering Sue, an arm slipping around Susan’s throat as replacement for the rope, until Burlingame’s tawny stems shimmied and gave out. The Black Courtier crashed to her knees then faceplanted with Daniel still on her.
Chrissy reached her right hand around the champ’s head, stuffing her index and middle fingers into Sue’s nostrils, then tore back with the ‘bowling ball’ grip until Burlingame face was pointed toward the lights above. Sliding back on her mount. the Imp placed her knees between Sue’s legs to widen them and removed any easy escape, the Ace’s base taken from her as Chrissy secured her signature 7-10 Split.
With the crowd’s jeers filling the arena bowl, the FAWNatics’ mood not helped by the delighted laughter of Kat and Avery, Daniel looked for all the world like her former dominant self, a catty beach brawler with no equal.
She demanded Sue surrender, but Burlingame responded with a nasally expletive. Unhappy with the response, Chrissy removed her fingers from the holes they occupy and slammed a right fist into the champ’s throat as a parting gift, one that had the Ace drawing in choking, raspy breaths and massaging her aching, reddened neck.
“What, you think this putz still has a chance?” Daniel taunted the crowd. “Bytch’s reign ended at the opening bell, she’s just too stupid to know it!”
This did nothing for the Imp’s popularity in the building, yet she and her curvy cadre were grinning from ear to ear when she palmed Susan’s noggin and dragged her to all fours. Wedging the heiress’ lowered noggin between her thighs, Chrissy took a moment to welcome her haters to the Gun Show via a brawny double bicep flex. This was followed by a single derisive swat to Sue’s bronzed glutes, then she ‘walked’ her fingers down the Courtier’s curves and oh so deftly hooked her fingers beneath the material of the champ’s togs. A general murmur of dissent passed through those assembled, but a little tug from the challenger raised plenty of whistles and catcalls. Another tiny tug got even more noise and that was all the excuse Daniel needed to YANK Susan’s briefs almost inside out, the wedgie strong enough to flip Burlingame ass over teakettle, which in turn let Chrissy drop to a quick seat! There was a heavy THWHONK followed by an arena-wide groan as Susan slopped onto her back, whereupon she was immediately engulfed in a gaudy Reverse Face Sit, Chrissy once again showing off those biceps as Avery and Kat crowned her the founding member of FAWN’s golden quartet with a count of…
PULLING PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=txW7EimXv4g
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Burlingame kicked her legs up, hooked them around Chrissy’s waist and twisted just enough to throw the blonde off her perch.
“DUMB-ASS PUTZ!” the Beach Cat snarled as she scrambled to boot-leather. “One major head trauma wasn’t enough, you want a second? Fine, you’re gonna get EXACTLY what you wanted!”
Sue offered nothing, so Chrissy collected a handful of hair and peeled the Ace off the mat in fits and starts. Slipping around behind her prey, she hooked a Half Nelson on Sue’s right arm and cinched her left arm around the taller woman’s midsection. From there she turned until they were pointed toward Braddock and Christian, she wanted to make sure the young lionesses had a perfect view of the inevitable Imp’losion. Hooks set, Daniel dipped her knees and hoisted Sue off the de--“NNNGGHH!” Burlingame jammed her left elbow into the side of Chrissy’s head to return her feet to the canvas. The Killer Imp answered with a sneer and half a dozen Kneelifts administered directly to Sue’s cheeks.
“You’re mine now, putz.” Chrissy cooed as the brunette went limp in her grasp. Without another word she tore Burlingame from her moorings and-- Sue slipped the Half Nelson and curled forward, the heiress swinging through the Imp’s parted stems to turn the surefire match-ender into something that looked like the culmination of a Victory Roll! Seated just above Chrissy’s head with the challenger’s legs tucked under her arms and her own stems draped over Opposing biceps, Susan bore down with everything she had left in hopes of securing the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Beach Cat shoved her clear with half a whisper to spare. What’s more, she launched Burlingame straight toward Avery and Kat! Undeniably eager to help her mentor regain control of this contest, Braddock hopped onto the apron to jaw with the Bankable Bombshell while Christian began to berate Castle when he dared question her presence. Understandably wary with two tough up n’ comers fore and a certified legend aft, Sue didn’t dare look over her shoulder to check on Chrissy, though she allowed herself the briefest of looks at the FAWN’tron behind Kat. “Go ahead you sneaky little bytch.” Burlingame dared the looming Brat. “Take a shot when my back isn’t turned.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you hag?” Braddock hissed. “Get your overrated ass disqualified and live to fight another OOOOFFFFHHH!”
Sue spun aside just as Chrissy charged in with a Forearm Smash aimed at the nape of her neck. Denied her original target, momentum carried the blonde through and she clouted Kat flush between the eyes! Knocked for a loop, Braddock spun in a lurching half circle and tumbled from the apron to plaster Avery to the floor with an accidental Plancha!
Cursing as the numbers game went from stacked to unpleasantly even, Chrissy rounded on the Ace and-- THWHACK! Susan lashed out with her right leg, a straight Bicycle Kick to the dome that smashed her booted heel offa Chrissy’s forehead!
BICYCLE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VTZaJjygrYs
Daniel swayed without going down, so Burlingame snatched a handful of hair and reeled her into a Front Facelock. Pivoting so her back was to the strands, Susan put a foot on the second rope and boosted herself up so she could take a seat on the rubber-coated steel. Without so much as a word, she stood up and pushed off, the Bankable Bombshell swinging through a gorgeous half circle before she laid out on her back and PLANTED Chrissy’s forehead on the deck with her TrustfunDDT!
TRUSTFUNDDT @ 1:39
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9dfwlnfvj4
Chrissy bounced to a seat that looked sturdy enough, alas it wasn’t a second before Burlingame palmed her shoulders and pulled her down flat. Didn’t go for a cover though. Instead the Ace looked around for a moment, then honed in on the nearest corner. On her feet in a trice, Susan hurried to the buckles, grabbed the top rope in both hands and took herself all the way to the high rent district in a single feline leap. Already turned to face the squared circle, Burlingame measured her target, then sprang out into the void and kicked both legs forward as gravity began to guide her descent. T’was a familiar sight to longtime FAWNatics, albeit one with the players somewhat rearranged. This particular Imp Killer wasn’t quite Sensational but she was damned sure Bankable, as was the Leg Drop she THWHAMMED down across the blonde’s clavicle. Chrissy jolted on the spot without managing to get off her back, so Sue spun to one knee and laid across the challenger’s chest while simultaneously hooking the far leg for…
BANKABLE LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q23b0EQbM7A
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Daniel kicked out but just barely, and the glassy look in her eyes suggested she might’ve spent the last of her reserves to withstand that hated bit of aerial offense. “Should’ve known that wouldn’t get the job done in two thousand nineteen.” Sue muttered to no one in particular. “Thankfully I’ve got plenty of modern weaponry in my arsenal.”
Scraping Chrissy off the mat with a savage fistful of hair, the Ace of the Black Court drew her foe into a Standing Headscissors, then slipped her arms beneath Daniel’s biceps to butterfly them with a snug Double Underhook. A glance around the ring confirmed Braddock and Christian were still recovering from their meeting of the minds, so Burlingame dipped her knees and hoisted / swung Chrissy up ‘n over so she was bent awkwardly across the post of the brunette’s right shoulder. The FAWNatics were in the process of sussing out her plan when Susan halved her grip and spun Chrissy off her perch. In that same breath she hooked her free (right) arm around the back of the Beach Cat’s noggin and dropped out hard, adding her momentum to Chrissy’s to THAWHUNK her down square on the back of her head and shoulders with a hellacious Neckbreaker she’d come to call The Ace in the Hole.
ACE IN THE HOLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sBdCEIaZf4U
Splattered into starfished oblivion by the forceful drop, Chrissy only offered up soft, burbling groans when Sue swung one tawny leg over and sat down full force on her face. Boots tucked in snug against the sides of Chrissy’s skull, Burlingame put her hands on her hips and mouthed ‘I’m… the… champ.’ in time with Castle’s count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Smiling a little wider when the bell sounded, Sue ran a hand through her hair, then patted Daniel’s tummy as the Announcer confirmed it. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
“Ya know it’s been faaaaaaaar too long since I’ve shown a loser to the Best Seat in the House.” Sue ground her hips in a snug little figure eight to emphasize the point. “Something tells me no one would mind if I broke the drought against-- oh of course, NOW they wake up.”
Tumbling off her throne, Sue skidded beneath the bottom rope to clear the ring before Kat and Avery could catch her seated atop their mentor. “Oooohhhh, so close!” Sue told the fuming tyros as she accepted the belt from Nick. “Something tells me the Imp’s not gonna be too happy when she wakes up, but hey, if she threatens to fire you, feel free to remind her that you’re the reason her face only smells A LITTLE BIT like my ass.”
Avery and Kat invited her back to expound upon this idea, but Sue politely declined via a raised middle finger.
Eyes on the ring as she backed up the aisle, Burlingame held the gold high and said, “She was the best then, I’m the best now. And I’m going to prove it night after night after night.”
Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’ erupted from the speakers, the unmistakable sound of Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tearing the air itself.
BEAUTIFUL GIRLS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ
A cannonade of pyro exploded from the rafters in time with the thunderous drum roll, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light. When the glare subsides Chrissy Daniel stood atop the ramp. Hands on her hips, she turned her head to scan the crowd, the corners of her mouth upturneded in a smugly mischievous smile. On her right was the busty blonde teenage pupil she’d set upon FAWN, Kat Braddock looking supremely pleased and incredibly hot in a tight black t-shirt and faded blue denim cutoffs; no shoes, apparently no problem.
CHRISSY DANIEL:
KAT ‘THE BRAT’ BRADDOCK:
AVERY CHRISTIAN:
On the Imp’s left, a new addition to the California Quakes courtesy the other side of the Pacific Rim, the Baby Boss and new cohort of The Brat, Avery Christian. Bethany’s little girl matched Kat’s denim though she wore a white tanktop and black Converse All-Stars.
Raising her hands overhead, Chrissy made as if to wave at the FAWNatics before turning it into a set of double birds. Daniel wrapped an arm around the shoulders of each apprentice and they started down the aisle, side by side by side. The ash blonde’s hips swiveled with every self-assured step and the newbies matched her swish for swish.
The Imp wore a shiny leather two piece, somewhere between silver and black, Chrissy forgoing her trademark fringe for sleek and stylish. Black pads and boots finished the wardrobe.
Taking the steps at a slow stalk, Daniel slipped through the strands after a tawdry waggle of her hips, Kat and Avery quickly joining their tutor, the Announcer seeing his opportunity.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit and is for the FAWN WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! Accompanied to the ring by Kat Braddock and Avery Christian, hailing from Manhattan Beach, California, she stands five foot one inch tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty-four and nine-tenths pounds. She is FAWN‘s original bad girl, the catfighter‘s catfighter, a three-time former World and two-time former Tag Team champion…SHE IS THE KILLER IMP…CHRISSY DANIEL”
Center stage, Chrissy flipped her lustrous locks back with one hand and raised a microphone to her lips with the other.
“History, people,” Daniel pronounced. “That’s what you get tonight!”
Kat and Avery each raised four fingers high, beaming at the thought.
“Three times I’ve proven I’m the best FAWN has ever seen. And yet there’s one more time necessary to prove it for good. Get ready all you putzes! Because tonight is a FOUR-gone conclusion!”
The Imp dropped the stick with a CLUNK and moved to the ropes nearest the hard cam, rising to the middle ropes and leaning over, raising one arm high and slapping her cushy midriff with the other to signify where the belt would end the night.
Avery and Kat bracketed the challenger though they remain mat-bound out of respect for their mentor.
The threesome shouted and motioned to the stage above, daring the Rainmaker to find out how a ten on the Richter would feel from these Quakes.
They didn’t wait long for their response. No more than five seconds passed before the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Stovington Vermont, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds! Representing the Black Court she is the three time, three time, THREE TIME FAWN World Champion! I give to you THE ACE…SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGEZpSQEhls
Already standing to give the Quakes all the vitriol they deserved, the sold-out crowd raised a far happier roar when ‘Crown on the Ground’ barged its way into the arena. Shortly thereafter the Ace of the Black Court stepped into view and stretched her arms in a wide ‘T’ to call forth a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro.
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
For tonight‘s defense Susan sported a faded blue tank-top, a real classic from the FAWN shop, none other than the original ’Sensational’ Shea London gear. Arching an eyebrow when the FAWNatics started a brief ‘SHEA!’ chant, Burlingame grabbed the bottom edge of her top, then paused to let the crowd ‘ooooohhh’ and ‘aaaaaaahhhh’ over the big golden belt strapped around her bronzed waist. Peeling it off shortly thereafter, she tossed the discarded tank-top into the stands, then undid the strap and hoisted it one handed. Doing so got another round of applause from those assembled, though her trademark dark blue two-piece with mellow golden trim probably had something to do with it as well. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look. Dropping a wink when an ‘ACE!’ chant rolled in from somewhere in the back, Sue draped the belt over one shoulder and started down the aisle.
Hands strained from both sides but Sue was already jawing with the challenger, who’d yet to leave her perch at the nearest corner. “Oh, you want this, baby? Why don’t you ask your intern what happened when she tried to take it from me?”
The reminder of her Mayhem defeat incensed Avery and she started through the ropes only for Kat to hold her back. Dropping down from the buckles, Chrissy shooed her protégés away, then cleared off to properly welcome the champion to the ring. “Ave’s got a good head on her shoulders, but she’s not ready for a World Title just yet.” Daniel admitted. “Me? I’m ALWAYS ready to show a rich girl how it feels to get crushed by a Quake!”
Delighted by the confidence of the FAWN original, Sue charged, dove under the bottom rope and popped to her feet not six inches removed from the Beach Cat. Strap held high, she went right for Daniel (and Daniel went for her) only to be stopped when Senior Official Nick Castle stepped between them.
“You’re not going to let him stop you, are you babe?” Sue taunted. “You’re the original bad girl, after all!”
“He’s not stopping me, he’s SAVING you.” Chrissy sneered. “Can’t have the Main Event finished before the opening bell, right Castle?”
“Never mind that.” the ref replied. “Avery, Kat, take your places outside. Chrissy, Susan, to your corners.”
“Kiss that belt goodbye, Burlingame.” Daniel purred as she headed to the far corner. “It’s coming home with me.”
“Kiss your ass goodbye, Daniel.” Sue countered. “It’s going out with the rest of the garbage.”
Susan sauntered out of the corner with the CLANG of the bell, the World Champ confident as ever yet clearly aware of Braddock and Christian in the challenger’s corner. Hands raised in a loose, much loved striker’s stance, Burlingame crossed mid-ring and went straight at the Imp only to draw back when Chrissy slipped her head and shoulders between the top and middle ropes. “Get her back, Castle.” Daniel demanded. “That new money stench is overwhelming.”
Sue didn’t back up, but she didn’t claim anymore ground, choosing instead to settle in for a series of deep leg stretches. “Whenever you’re ready, Travel Size.” the Ace called to her opposition. “I’ve beat Tru Value you last month, I can wait a little longer to beat actual you.”
That observation raised a scowl from Baby Boss, Avery starting to climb onto the apron before Kat and Chrissy both raised a hand to keep her in check. “Don’t give me any of that shyt.” Chrissy scoffed at the Ace once her newest acquisition was back on the floor. “I know you’ve been ducking me since the moment you put that belt around your skinny little waist.” Daniel pushed off the buckles and started forward, her brawny fists raised to just under her chin.
Burlingame noted this and pulled out of her stretches, knowing damned well that Chrissy had explosive speed in that compact frame. Even so, it didn’t stop the Courtier from scoffing as she replied, “Ducking? For f*ck’s sake Chrissy, girl as short as you, I don’t need to duck. I could just hop over… or step on.”
Daniel stopped, rolled her shoulders in rather threatening fashion. “I’d like to see you try, rich girl.”
The heiress’ smile didn’t quite reach her eyes as she beckoned the Beach Cat forward with a single crooked finger. “Sure about that, shrimp? As I recall there’s already one set of Burlingame boot-prints on that dumpy ass of--”
Chrissy wasn’t about to take that sort of trash talk from a tanning-bed addict like Sue Burlingame so she charged in, went low and-- ‘OFHH!’
Sue caught a double handful of hair, stepped back and pumped a single high Kneelift between the veteran’s eyes! Daniel shuddered, went down on one knee in front of the tawny battler. “Damn, don’t bend the knee just yet, girl!” Sue chided. “After all, you’re a three time World Champion TOOOHHHNNNNGGGHH!” Chrissy cinched her arms around the champ’s upper thighs (hands knotted just beneath the curve of her glutes) powered onto tiptoe and immediately went down on one knee to THWHAM her foe against the deck with a huge Spinebuster!
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4AFiIe_v9o
Burlingame bounced open in a vulnerable starfish, the perfect position for Daniel to capitalize with a quick cover, but instead the FAWN legend leaned forward to fill her hands with the Rainmaker’s breasts! “I don’t need YOU reminding me of my own résumé, chump!” Chrissy sneered as she squeezed, kneaded, groped and generally mauled the champ’s bounty. “I was headlining pay-per-views and selling out arenas when you were just some nobody brought over from WOLFHHEERRRGGGHHH!”
Sue reached up and grabbed Chrissy’s wrists, not to break the Claw but to give her a little extra leverage when she sat up and ‘smecked’ her legs around the Imp’s waist! Legs fully extended as she squeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed Chrissy’s midsection, Burlingame cupped her left hand against the back of Daniel’s head to hold her steady for a trio of quick Forearm Smashes to the face. “Damn, can you believe it’s been almost ten years since I beat you at ‘Mania? Oh wait, I didn’t beat you. Portia stole you from me, then I kicked HER ass while you were OOOOOWWWWWW BYTCH!”
Chrissy worked her fingers beneath the brunette’s top and twisted / tweaked her nubs hard enough to make Burlingame’s eyes water. “You REALLY want to keep reminding me about shyt like that, putz?” Daniel snarled as she tried to set Sue’s dials to K-T-A-P. “Because I promise that bad old memories for me will mean brand new bad memories for youNNNNGHHH!”
Sue pulled herself that much closer to the blonde, raised her right arm high overhead, then brought that elbow THUNKING down into the crown of her attacker’s skull! The Imp’s grip loosened considerably, so Burlingame shifted her clasping hand to Chrissy’s chin, all the better to keep her startled face pointed up into the Hammer Fists the champ rained down. “Bring all the bad you got, old girl!” Sue barked over Nick Castle’s demands of ‘Open that hand!’ “I’ve been wanting to point your ass at the rafters for a long timHUURRGH!”
Chrissy abandoned the tweaking in favor of a burly Bear Hug that brought she and the Ace together tummy to tummy, chest to chest. “Grrrrhhhhh… I got more bad than you can handle, beeyotch.” Daniel huffed as she clambered to one knee despite the crushing force of Sue’s Scissors. Back to full verticality a moment thereafter, she gave the Bear Hug a few ragdoll shakes, then added, “And I’m going have you moaning like Shea London before I claim MY World Title for the fourth goddamned timOOOOOWWWW SLUT!”
Releasing the Scissors without so much as a word of warning, Burlingame stretched her arms wide like she was going for an Ear Ringer, but when Chrissy tucked her head to protect against it the Rainmaker went low instead, Sue sliding her right hand down the front of the multi-time World Champion’s leather trunks for a tawdry Crotch Claw! Genuinely surprised by the catty tactic, Daniel abandoned the Hug to deal with the encroachment only for Susan to relinquish the grip in favor of a snappy Bytch Slap that CRAAACKED Chrissy’s mouth! The retaliatory Haymaker was more instinct than conscious strategy, which probably explained how Burlingame managed to duck it and swing ‘round behind the ballistic blonde. Catching Chrissy in a Waistlock of her own, Sue got low and popped her hips to take Daniel up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head with a perfect German Suplex. The impact folded Chrissy in half, the tips of her boots somewhere a little north of her ears when Nick Castle swooped in to count the…
GERMAN SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HPmto0ycZLg
ONE…
TWO…
The Beach Cat powered out simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ and in so doing tumbled to all fours. She’d just started to rise when Susan stepped in and caught her left arm in a Single Underhook. Rightly worried about another Suplex, Chrissy dropped to one knee, unfortunately the Ace stepped / swung over her exposed back and laid out flat to bring the Imp down in a lightning-fast Cross Armbreaker!
Actually that wasn’t quite correct. It was *almost* a Cross Armbreaker, but Daniel had hooked her fingers in a tight S-Grip half a heartbeat before Sue could wrench her trapped left arm back to full extension. Struggling to make it to a seat without the use of her arms, Chrissy grunted, “You stupid putz, you really think you can win an old school FAWN title match against me? Try that tacky shyt one more time and I’ll make you EAT your briefs in full view of the hard camOOOOWWWWW F*CK YOU!”
Not about to abandon such a position when she had Chrissy faltering, Burlingame halved her grip on the blonde’s wrist and gave the Killer Imp a taste of her own medicine by twisting her left nipple right through the slick leather of her top. Of course she didn’t want anyone feeling excluded, so she gave Chrissy’s right nub the same treatment, then alternated back and forth until the veteran was forced to break the S-Grip to defend against further twisting. In this effort she proved successful, however in giving up the S-Grip she let Sue double down on her left wrist which in turn let the Bankable Bombshell stretch out full length and thrust her hips up into Daniel’s elbow now that the Armbreaker was well and truly locked in.
CROSS ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UcoL0iPs2S4
Daniel was as tough as a two-dollar steak, but Sue had Chrissy writhing like she’s been zapped with 10,000 volts, the Armbreaker working its magic almost instantly. Seeing the challenger’s distress, Castle dropped next to the Killer Imp and asked if she’s had enough.
Usually one to curse such a question, the ash blonde was too ‘distracted’ by the Ace’s handiwork to even notice Nick was nearby. Her fireplug frame rocked from side to side, trying to find a way out as Burlingame worked the limb heartlessly.
On the sidelines, the remainder of the California Quakes watched nervously as their house mother yelped in anguish. With the ropes not nearly within reach, the situation looked dire, but the veteran found a way out, rolling toward Sue and returning her hands together in a tight clasp, at the same time stacking Susan onto her shoulders, Burlingame in a ball before she could break Chrissy’s grip and fully reapply the breaker.
Castle turned from asking for Daniel’s surrender to slapping the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Frustrated, the Rainmaker gave up the hold to edge off her shoulders, ending on all fours, looking at the mewling Imp with a modicum of regard. But she didn’t give the challenger a chance to rest. Capturing Chrissy’s head in her hands, she hauled the Imp up as she rose, snuggling beside the Beach Cat. Skillfully, Sue slipped Chrissy’s near arm between Daniel’s own legs, Sue grabbing it in a Pumphandle grip. She leaned over the lowered back of the Imp, slipping her torso and left arm under the far arm of the challenger before rising to full vertical, acquiring a Pumphandle version of her Abdominal Stretch.
PUMPHANDLE ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=23fDbL4ungQ
Susan shredded at Daniel’s Achilles’ Heel, her abdomen always a point of attack for those in the know, and of the rare breed of FAWN multi-time champions, Burlingame had a reputation of being the most studious. The Bankable Bombshell used the handle to grind the Stretch, drawing more painful cries from the veteran bully but a shake of Daniel’s head came when Nick asked for her status.
Convinced Chrissy was too stubborn to give, Burlingame used her positioning to launch Daniel, juggling Chrissy up her body into position for a slam.
But Daniel managed to slide out the back door, dropping behind the startled Susan, immediately throwing a Chop Block into the back of the World Champion’s right knee. Sue dropped to the joint, face twisting in pain. Chrissy quickly grasped both wrists and thrust a knee into the back of Sue’s braincase, the champ’s head thrust forward, a slight glaze growing over the brown eyes of Burlingame. It’s only increased when, with the knee glued to her foe’s skull, Daniel ‘rode’ Sue down with a modified Curbstomp, forcing the Ace face-first into the deck, the crowd groaning from the brutality of the impact.
For their part, Kat and Avery were delighted, turning to the FAWNatics to lead the fools in a round of applause. Precious few took them up on the offer.
Inside, Chrissy moved to a crouch of Sue’s lower spine while slipping her arms under and around those of her fellow three-time World Champ, lacing fingers behind Burlingame’s neck. She reeled Sue’s torso off the canvas, forcing her into an anguish-inducing arc courtesy a Full Nelson Clutch.
Feeling more herself, Daniel gave the ensnared Ace a rattle from side to side before wrenching her back all the more, imposing a view of the rafters on Susan. Burlingame mewled in pain, her vertebrae viciously tested by the Imp.
“Ask her,” Daniel demanded, not appreciating Castle not giving the champ the same opportunity she’d been by the zebra.
Nick did as he’s told and got a stern, loud “NO!” from the Black Courtier.
It’s a word that seemed to trigger Chrissy. She gave up her Nelson, sinking both sets of nails into Sue’s scalp. She created an agonizing ‘hair clutch’ and gave it up at ‘FOUR’ in violent fashion, SLAMMING Sue’s face into the deck, Burlingame’s noggin bouncing off the thinly-sheathed plywood.
“Putz,” Daniel whispered in Burlingame’s ear. “You really thought this was going to be easy, didn’t you?”
Chrissy raised and SLAMMED her foe’s forehead into the mat again, an addled look growing on Susan’s features. “Not bringing any of your Court back-up? Bad choice.”
Chrissy dismounted, tugging the Ace up by the hair as she did, then bum-rushing Burlingame to the ropes and tossing her over. Sue’s sinewy, tawny-skinned frame BANGED against the apron before puddling to the floor.
Castle moved toward the exit point to check on the champ when the Imp hooked an elbow and spun Nick to face her.
“This is a NO count out, right?” Chrissy asked.
“No. It isn’t,” Nick replied.
“Are you sure?”
As the Beach Cat continues to confirm the rules, Kat and Avery strode to Burlingame, the curvy students of ‘Mama Daniel’ first battered Burlingame with a double mudstomping. Christian took a quick glance to see Chrissy still had the attention of Castle. The busty Baby Boss directed Braddock to raise the Ace and Kat locked elbows with Sue to keep her stifled as Avery loaded up a forearm. But as Christian threw, Sue’s able to slip out of the Brat’s grasp and Avery clocked Kat with a heavy impact flush to the blonde’s jaw, putting Braddock on her back.
Avery’s hands reflexively rose to her dark locks, shocked and dismayed and, with her attention on her fellow Quake, Burlingame came off the floor with a jaw-jacking European Uppercut that planted the Baby Boss’s backside to thinly padded cement.
Seeing her plan implode over Castle’s shoulder, Chrissy pushed past the man as Sue stepped out of the wreckage left of the youngsters and climbed back to the apron, palms wrapped around the top cable to move through. But the Imp arrived with a gutting Spear through the strands. Gurgling, Sue doubled over and the Imp secures a Front Facelock, pulling the champ through the ropes until her foe’s ankles caught on the middle cable.
A snarling Chrissy made lemonade out of her protégés’ less than successful assault, at least able to use the Susan’s delayed return to SPIKE the Bankable Bombshell’s cranium with a ring-rattling DDT off the middle rope.
Burlingame absently flopped to her back after the hellacious collision and was left splayed in a spreadeagle next to the seated Daniel. Chrissy leaned her back across Sue’s flaccid frame, reclining for her FOURTH World Title reign with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sue didn’t so much kick out as she did make the challenger pay for her lackadaisical cover, Burlingame threading an arm around Chrissy’s right bicep while she ‘smecked’ both legs around the blonde’s left arm. Just like that she rolled onto her left side and glued Daniel’s shoulders to the canvas with a Crucifix that held through…
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THRNOOOO!
Legs bicycling wildly, Chrissy powered free and tumbled onto all fours with half a heartbeat between her and a stunning early dismissal. Scrambling to verticality without bothering to waste a glance at the official (the lack of a bell told her everything she needed to know, after all) the Killer Imp buried her both hands in Burlingame’s dark hair and *helped* her to boot-leather for the sole purpose of pumping a single Kneelift into that taut tummy. This was followed by another and another, Daniel following a left-right-left pattern at near machinegun speeds to ensure that Sue was mouth breathing when she hopped up and THUNKED both knees into the taller wrestler’s forehead!
DOUBLE KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFYN7t_YTDc
Burlingame toppled backward, the Ace looking rather spent while she cradled her noggin in her arms and beat both feet against the canvas. Avery & Kat urged her to go for a cover, but Chrissy shook her head ‘no’ and mouthed, ‘Bytch needs to learn her place.’ even as she hauled the woozy heiress to her knees. Halving the hair-hold so she could smoosh Burlingame’s mug outta shape with a domineering fish-face, Daniel sneered, “Hope you enjoyed your fifteen minutes of fame, putz.” she growled at the penitent Courtier. “Because NO ONE’S going to remember you when I’m the only four time World Champ FAWN’s ever seen!”
Sue mustered no response, so Chrissy let loose and ran the ropes directly behind the World Champion. Making her return under a considerable head of steam, the leather-clad battler hopped up and raised her knees to waist level so that her legs glided over Burlingame’s shoulders and--THWHUMP! Chrissy’s tush connected with the back of Susan’s skull and the Rainmaker went down hard, planted flat on her face by Daniel’s clever Inverted Meteora.
INVERTED METEORA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pfsn89ejIik
Set on one knee with Burlingame stretched out behind her, Chrissy took a moment to clap some invisible dust off her hands before she wheeled around and shoveled the champ onto her back. No mistakes this time, Daniel slipped an arm around both legs and folded Sue in half with a Back Press that jammed the blonde’s left shoulder against her prey’s chest while also pointing Burlingame’s rump to the rafters for…
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THRNOOOO!
The heiress powered out of Chrissy’s grasp, earning an ugly look for Nick Castle in the process. The Senior Official replied with two fingers to make sure there was no mistake, though he paid for the effort with a single middle finger. “How you feeling now, rich girl?” Daniel slapped the back of Sue’s head a few times, then returned to the rough hair-grip. “Still think you’ve got what it takes to beat mnnnggghhh!”
The Bankable Bombshell reared back on her knees to pik-pak-pek a quick trio of punches into the smaller wrestler’s midsection. That only loosened Chrissy’s grip on her tresses, so Burlingame clambered to one knee and drove the spike of her left elbow into the former champion’s navel. Nodding as Daniel abandoned her hair to create some distance, Sue got to her feet and huffed, “More than enough for you and those brats you brought with--” Chrissy charged, lashed out with her right arm and THWHACKED Burlingame’s jaw with a Clothesline that sent straight back to the deck!
ANGRY IMP'S CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_gI9KmwTJw
“You just don’t learn, do you putz?” Daniel’s voice was little more than a growl as she scraped the brunette onto all fours. “That’s ok. I’ve got plenty of time to educate your dumb ass.” Forcing Sue’s head between her thighs, Chrissy leaned over and cinched her arms around the brunette’s waist. Then she dipped her knees and spun her onto her shoulders for-- the Beach Cat let all that momentum take both ladies all the way over, Chrissy landing in relative comfort on her back while Susan was THWHAPPED down on her face, chest and belly!
REVERSE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0kpMoAXEbUM
Seeing stars in the wake of the Reverse Powerbomb, Sue warily pushed onto her elbows and saw the corner only a few feet away. She was in the process of reaching for the bottom rope when Daniel rushed over and THUMPED a stomp into the small of her back!
“Don’t think so, beeyotch!” Chrissy cackled, the fireplug blonde clearly delighted to grrrrrrind the heel of her boot against the writhing battler. “You want the corner, you’re getting it my way!”
Sue didn’t want anything Chrissy’s way at the moment, unfortunately she was in no position to resist the blonde’s machinations when Daniel peeled her off the mat with a double handful of hair. A single turnbuckle on forehead collision loosened Burlingame’s knees even more, meaning there was no proper resistance when Daniel spun her around and smeared her against the corner. Bolstered by the support of Braddock and Christian (not to mention the reprobates in Section 1408) Chrissy climbed onto the second rope, collected a double handful of hair and proceeded to drag Sue’s squealing features back & forth across her domineering belly!
Satisfying though this was, Daniel knew damned well it wasn’t enough to put a World Champion away, even if it was a showboating snotnose like Sue Burlingame. So she wrenched back on the brunette’s damp hair, forcing the Susan to look up at the overhead lights. Then she freed her right hand, curled it into a fist and PWAAAKED a single hard shot into the Courtier’s hairline.
Daniel raised her punchin’ fist a heartbeat later which was all it took for the FAWNatics to begin tallying the shots that followed. ‘TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! T-’
Burlingame dipped her knees and slid out from beneath the challenger in a single sinuous move that left her on the Beach Cat’s six. Cursing, Chrissy looked over her shoulder to THWHACK! Burlingame caught her across the lower back with a high, snappy Roundhouse that echoed through the arena! With Chrissy temporarily frozen in place, Sue reached through the blonde’s parted legs, grabbed hold of her wrists and pulled back until her opposition was almost doubled over. Then she gave up those wrists to collect Daniel’s head, which she tugged just enough to trap against the top turnbuckle. An extremely awkward, extremely vulnerable position to be sure. Chrissy’s charges urged her to escape with all due haste, nothing good would come of--
Sue hopped forward off her plant foot to flick a Super Kick through the Killer Imp’s parted stems! No Low Blow this, the shot CRAAACKED flush against Chrissy’s upside down face! Daniel’s flailing arms went limp at her sides, the usually fearsome fireplug seemingly frozen in this rather ignominious position. Susan on the other hand was backing to the middle of the ring with both hands raised high, the Ace urging those assembled to get as loud as they possibly could.
In this they obliged her, at least they thought they did. It wasn’t until Burlingame rushed the buckles and hopped onto the middle rope did they discover their range went up a few more decibels. And when Sue caught a Waistlock and launched herself backward to THAWHAM Chrissy down on the back of her head and shoulders with a monstrous Release German Suplex?
NEVER BET AGAINST THE ACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQi8v8L4piU
Then they got REALLY loud.
Crawling over to the wreckage right around the time Chrissy flopped over onto her belly, Sue pushed the Beach Cat onto her back and planted hands atop her navel and sternum to keep the other multi-time World Champion down for the…
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Daniel shifted a shoulder off the canvas, drawing a guttural groan from the crowd. Though the Ace of the Court was no Girl Scout, she’s a veritable American Sweetheart compared to the veteran bully and ferocious fireplug in terms of popularity. Having the Brat and the Baby Boss on the sidelines, two next gen reprobates, didn’t help the Imp’s esteem.
Susan used the opportunity to rally troops to which she didn’t normally have access, swinging her arm in the air, drawing a cheer, then tending to the Beach Cat, tugging the ash blonde up with a handful of hair.
Dipping, Sue swung an arm between the gobsmacked Chrissy’s short but powerful stems. Burlingame ‘hupped’ Daniel across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. The Imp didn’t seem to understand the danger as she’s limp across them. The Bankable Bombshell tossed Chrissy’s legs off her left side, turning to her right to capture Daniel’s head in her hands and ‘guide’ it to bended knee when Burlingame genuflected. Playing her Ace of Aces, Sue delivered a brutal blow, Chrissy’s head violently snapping back from the impact. The plush Cali Quake ended flat on her back in a stunned spreadeagle, the FAWNatics rewarding their temporary preference with a roar.
ACE OF ACES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
As Chrissy shuddered then fell still, a desperate Christian leapt to the apron and threatened Burlingame physically and in terms of future employment. As Castle worked at getting Avery back on the floor, the Ace shouted over his shoulder.
“I’m making your Mom money! As long as I do that, I’m worth more to her than you!”
Susan barely got the words out of her mouth when she’s spun in a 180 by a hand on her right shoulder. The Brat DROVE a Toe Kick to the champ’s golden-brown midriff, bending Sue at the waist, her dark eyes going buggy. Kat dipped and drew the debilitated Gamebreaker toward her, a tight embrace around Sue’s sinewy thighs, while her partner in crime kept Nick busy.
Braddock launched Burlingame into the air and parted her thighs with the plank of her upper leg when they descended, the Inverted Atomic Drop leaving Sue on her tiptoes, hands thrust between her thighs.
INVERTED ATOMIC DROP @ 00:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m7AXsgZrqV8
Her task complete, Kat scrambled and slid out of the ring, landing on the floor a split-second before Avery dropped her boot soles to the cement leaving Castle to surmise how a groggy Chrissy, seated and leaning against the ropes, could have put Susan in her state.
He turned his eyes to Braddock who shrugged innocently from the sidelines.
“That time of the month I guess,” The Brat giggled.
But things weren’t quite peachy for the Quakes yet as the Ace the Ace just played still has Daniel out of sorts.
She used the ropes to pull her way up and gingerly staggered out of the cables. Seeing Sue still trying to get her legs back in working order from the megaton blast into her kitty, Daniel charged as best she could with right arm drawn wide. Burlingame responded in kind, waddling toward Chrissy. Neither woman was moving all that quickly but neither woman was ready for much of a collision and when the scythe-like Clotheslines hit home simultaneously, each grappler was decked and left in an exhausted heap.
The crowd, despite any personal ill wishes in other matches, accepts the glory of the battle they’re watching. As both Sue and Chrissy stirred, they chanted loud and clear, “THIS IS AWESOME”. Both battered legends tried to respond to Castle’s growing count and the support from the FAWNatics and it’s Chrissy who’s able to flop from back to chest and throw a slack arm over Burlingame’s bosom for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Ace had at least one card left to play as she rolled a shoulder up from under the frail cover.
Irritated, Chrissy pushed Susan the rest of the way to her chest and RAKED the back of the Ace with ten ruby-tipped stilettos‘. The Rainmaker squealed in pain, her spine arching from the stinging trails.
With her young cavalry cheering, Daniel pushed on and up, pulling the mewling Sue up with her by her long dark locks. She added a grip on the Ace’s near wrist and bum-rushed Burlingame toward a corner, RAMMING Sue into the buckles chest-first. The ash blonde fireplug spun the shellshocked Ace to face her. She hooked Sue’s arms over the top rope, latching onto the wrist of both, using each as handles to keep her foe in place then CRASHED her right boot sole into the champ’s crotch.
The crowd and Sue groaned as one and the impact was only the start. Chrissy used her signature Impaler, pressing and grinding her boot into the tenderized crotch of her fellow three-time World Champ.
“You can pretend you’re on the same level as Portia, Ivy and myself, hell, even Shea, but you’ll never be on FAWN’s Mount Rushmore.”
Castle, currently unconcerned about how history will judge the biggest names in the organization, continued his count. Chrissy released the champ’s wrists at ‘FOUR’ and backed away a step, only to return and spin Sue out of the corner a step. Burlingame’s face now pointed to the crowd and Daniel forced Sue’s throat down across the rubber-coated steel of the uppermost cable.
Burlingame flailed wildly as Daniel climbed on Sue’s back, wrapping the Ace in a tight Bodyscissors from behind and pushed the champ’s windpipe closed with one hand while holding her in place with a white-knuckle rope grip with the other.
The dutiful Castle gave Sue’s rider a couple free seconds to release and when it didn’t come, he started his count. At ‘FOUR’, the Imp unfurled her grip on the strands and pushed away from the ropes while keeping her mounted position on the titleholder. She rode a staggering Sue, an arm slipping around Susan’s throat as replacement for the rope, until Burlingame’s tawny stems shimmied and gave out. The Black Courtier crashed to her knees then faceplanted with Daniel still on her.
Chrissy reached her right hand around the champ’s head, stuffing her index and middle fingers into Sue’s nostrils, then tore back with the ‘bowling ball’ grip until Burlingame face was pointed toward the lights above. Sliding back on her mount. the Imp placed her knees between Sue’s legs to widen them and removed any easy escape, the Ace’s base taken from her as Chrissy secured her signature 7-10 Split.
With the crowd’s jeers filling the arena bowl, the FAWNatics’ mood not helped by the delighted laughter of Kat and Avery, Daniel looked for all the world like her former dominant self, a catty beach brawler with no equal.
She demanded Sue surrender, but Burlingame responded with a nasally expletive. Unhappy with the response, Chrissy removed her fingers from the holes they occupy and slammed a right fist into the champ’s throat as a parting gift, one that had the Ace drawing in choking, raspy breaths and massaging her aching, reddened neck.
“What, you think this putz still has a chance?” Daniel taunted the crowd. “Bytch’s reign ended at the opening bell, she’s just too stupid to know it!”
This did nothing for the Imp’s popularity in the building, yet she and her curvy cadre were grinning from ear to ear when she palmed Susan’s noggin and dragged her to all fours. Wedging the heiress’ lowered noggin between her thighs, Chrissy took a moment to welcome her haters to the Gun Show via a brawny double bicep flex. This was followed by a single derisive swat to Sue’s bronzed glutes, then she ‘walked’ her fingers down the Courtier’s curves and oh so deftly hooked her fingers beneath the material of the champ’s togs. A general murmur of dissent passed through those assembled, but a little tug from the challenger raised plenty of whistles and catcalls. Another tiny tug got even more noise and that was all the excuse Daniel needed to YANK Susan’s briefs almost inside out, the wedgie strong enough to flip Burlingame ass over teakettle, which in turn let Chrissy drop to a quick seat! There was a heavy THWHONK followed by an arena-wide groan as Susan slopped onto her back, whereupon she was immediately engulfed in a gaudy Reverse Face Sit, Chrissy once again showing off those biceps as Avery and Kat crowned her the founding member of FAWN’s golden quartet with a count of…
PULLING PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=txW7EimXv4g
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
Burlingame kicked her legs up, hooked them around Chrissy’s waist and twisted just enough to throw the blonde off her perch.
“DUMB-ASS PUTZ!” the Beach Cat snarled as she scrambled to boot-leather. “One major head trauma wasn’t enough, you want a second? Fine, you’re gonna get EXACTLY what you wanted!”
Sue offered nothing, so Chrissy collected a handful of hair and peeled the Ace off the mat in fits and starts. Slipping around behind her prey, she hooked a Half Nelson on Sue’s right arm and cinched her left arm around the taller woman’s midsection. From there she turned until they were pointed toward Braddock and Christian, she wanted to make sure the young lionesses had a perfect view of the inevitable Imp’losion. Hooks set, Daniel dipped her knees and hoisted Sue off the de--“NNNGGHH!” Burlingame jammed her left elbow into the side of Chrissy’s head to return her feet to the canvas. The Killer Imp answered with a sneer and half a dozen Kneelifts administered directly to Sue’s cheeks.
“You’re mine now, putz.” Chrissy cooed as the brunette went limp in her grasp. Without another word she tore Burlingame from her moorings and-- Sue slipped the Half Nelson and curled forward, the heiress swinging through the Imp’s parted stems to turn the surefire match-ender into something that looked like the culmination of a Victory Roll! Seated just above Chrissy’s head with the challenger’s legs tucked under her arms and her own stems draped over Opposing biceps, Susan bore down with everything she had left in hopes of securing the…
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Beach Cat shoved her clear with half a whisper to spare. What’s more, she launched Burlingame straight toward Avery and Kat! Undeniably eager to help her mentor regain control of this contest, Braddock hopped onto the apron to jaw with the Bankable Bombshell while Christian began to berate Castle when he dared question her presence. Understandably wary with two tough up n’ comers fore and a certified legend aft, Sue didn’t dare look over her shoulder to check on Chrissy, though she allowed herself the briefest of looks at the FAWN’tron behind Kat. “Go ahead you sneaky little bytch.” Burlingame dared the looming Brat. “Take a shot when my back isn’t turned.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you hag?” Braddock hissed. “Get your overrated ass disqualified and live to fight another OOOOFFFFHHH!”
Sue spun aside just as Chrissy charged in with a Forearm Smash aimed at the nape of her neck. Denied her original target, momentum carried the blonde through and she clouted Kat flush between the eyes! Knocked for a loop, Braddock spun in a lurching half circle and tumbled from the apron to plaster Avery to the floor with an accidental Plancha!
Cursing as the numbers game went from stacked to unpleasantly even, Chrissy rounded on the Ace and-- THWHACK! Susan lashed out with her right leg, a straight Bicycle Kick to the dome that smashed her booted heel offa Chrissy’s forehead!
BICYCLE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VTZaJjygrYs
Daniel swayed without going down, so Burlingame snatched a handful of hair and reeled her into a Front Facelock. Pivoting so her back was to the strands, Susan put a foot on the second rope and boosted herself up so she could take a seat on the rubber-coated steel. Without so much as a word, she stood up and pushed off, the Bankable Bombshell swinging through a gorgeous half circle before she laid out on her back and PLANTED Chrissy’s forehead on the deck with her TrustfunDDT!
TRUSTFUNDDT @ 1:39
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9dfwlnfvj4
Chrissy bounced to a seat that looked sturdy enough, alas it wasn’t a second before Burlingame palmed her shoulders and pulled her down flat. Didn’t go for a cover though. Instead the Ace looked around for a moment, then honed in on the nearest corner. On her feet in a trice, Susan hurried to the buckles, grabbed the top rope in both hands and took herself all the way to the high rent district in a single feline leap. Already turned to face the squared circle, Burlingame measured her target, then sprang out into the void and kicked both legs forward as gravity began to guide her descent. T’was a familiar sight to longtime FAWNatics, albeit one with the players somewhat rearranged. This particular Imp Killer wasn’t quite Sensational but she was damned sure Bankable, as was the Leg Drop she THWHAMMED down across the blonde’s clavicle. Chrissy jolted on the spot without managing to get off her back, so Sue spun to one knee and laid across the challenger’s chest while simultaneously hooking the far leg for…
BANKABLE LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q23b0EQbM7A
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Daniel kicked out but just barely, and the glassy look in her eyes suggested she might’ve spent the last of her reserves to withstand that hated bit of aerial offense. “Should’ve known that wouldn’t get the job done in two thousand nineteen.” Sue muttered to no one in particular. “Thankfully I’ve got plenty of modern weaponry in my arsenal.”
Scraping Chrissy off the mat with a savage fistful of hair, the Ace of the Black Court drew her foe into a Standing Headscissors, then slipped her arms beneath Daniel’s biceps to butterfly them with a snug Double Underhook. A glance around the ring confirmed Braddock and Christian were still recovering from their meeting of the minds, so Burlingame dipped her knees and hoisted / swung Chrissy up ‘n over so she was bent awkwardly across the post of the brunette’s right shoulder. The FAWNatics were in the process of sussing out her plan when Susan halved her grip and spun Chrissy off her perch. In that same breath she hooked her free (right) arm around the back of the Beach Cat’s noggin and dropped out hard, adding her momentum to Chrissy’s to THAWHUNK her down square on the back of her head and shoulders with a hellacious Neckbreaker she’d come to call The Ace in the Hole.
ACE IN THE HOLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sBdCEIaZf4U
Splattered into starfished oblivion by the forceful drop, Chrissy only offered up soft, burbling groans when Sue swung one tawny leg over and sat down full force on her face. Boots tucked in snug against the sides of Chrissy’s skull, Burlingame put her hands on her hips and mouthed ‘I’m… the… champ.’ in time with Castle’s count of…
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THREE!
Smiling a little wider when the bell sounded, Sue ran a hand through her hair, then patted Daniel’s tummy as the Announcer confirmed it. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
“Ya know it’s been faaaaaaaar too long since I’ve shown a loser to the Best Seat in the House.” Sue ground her hips in a snug little figure eight to emphasize the point. “Something tells me no one would mind if I broke the drought against-- oh of course, NOW they wake up.”
Tumbling off her throne, Sue skidded beneath the bottom rope to clear the ring before Kat and Avery could catch her seated atop their mentor. “Oooohhhh, so close!” Sue told the fuming tyros as she accepted the belt from Nick. “Something tells me the Imp’s not gonna be too happy when she wakes up, but hey, if she threatens to fire you, feel free to remind her that you’re the reason her face only smells A LITTLE BIT like my ass.”
Avery and Kat invited her back to expound upon this idea, but Sue politely declined via a raised middle finger.
Eyes on the ring as she backed up the aisle, Burlingame held the gold high and said, “She was the best then, I’m the best now. And I’m going to prove it night after night after night.”