Post by hawkeye on Oct 5, 2020 0:12:19 GMT
Still flying high in the aftermath of the last match, the ‘Mania revelers did their best to not come crashing to earth when A Perfect Circle’s ‘Passive’ escaped through the speakers.
PASSIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMe4kVNKvNk
“Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is an elimination style Triple Threat Match and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger. Hailing from New Cannan Louisiana, she stands at five feet nine inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and forty five pounds. She is the Crimson Cagliostro, the Mistress of Puppets and the Eighth Deadly Sin. She is TEMPRESS… CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Mildly amused by the consternation in this Petrie Dish they called an arena, the Temptress scanned the arena from one end to the other until her gaze settled upon a camera that’d dared draw close enough to catch her attention. “Tell me, have you made it this far in search of a happy ending?” she asked the worldwide audience. “I hope you have. Because the only thing I’ll enjoy more than breaking their bodies is shattering your spirits. Dismissing the lab rats with a strychnine smile, the Crimson Cagliostro turned her attention to the canvas-floored laboratory and set off down the aisle.
For tonight’s war against arrogant Ace and the pitiful Peacekeeper, Blassenville chose a gleaming black lycra one-piece with long ‘sleeves’ that were comprised of a pair of thin ebon bands that wound around her arms, ending just above the wrists. Her ensemble finished with matching kneepads and gleaming white wrestling boots, while her long copper-colored hair was pulled back into a tight braid that hung almost to the small of her back. As usual the signs on the aisle were painfully uninteresting, save for one that was worthy of at least a brief response:
‘BLASSENVILLE 2020! WHY CHOOSE THE LESSER OF TWO EVILS?’
“Not that any of you are worthy of my leadership.” the redhead said quietly. “But since you’ve demonstrated a modicum of intelligence I’ll let you know that my platform is built on, or rather of, trash like Burlingame and Clayton.”
With her positions on the important issues now clear, Celia resumed her stroll to the squared circle. Heading up the steps without another glance spared for the crowd, Blassenville wiped her boots on the apron, then dipped through the ropes and took her place in the spotlight to ensure the lab rats understood the danger facing their so-called heroines tonight. Nick Castle stepped in beside her when the lights went up so of course the challenger turned around and strolled to the far corner so he had to follow her there before he could run through his final inspection.
“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 Ace, the Bankable Bombshell and a THREE TIME former FAWN World Champion! Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPoIznBujEA
SUE BURLINGAME:
Eager to get loud following the somber arrival of the Temptress, the FAWNatics did exactly that 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.
For her latest showcase in the ‘Mania closer (and another shot at becoming ‘Susie Four Times) the Rainmaker wore a sleek black ‘Aces High’ tank-top that effectively covered every bit of her ring gear that wasn’t pads or boots. Damned well aware of the consternation this caused the among the FAWN faithful, Burlingame reached down to the bottom edge… then lifted that hand to show off four raised fingers. Flashing a smile as a goodly portion of the crowd began chanting ‘SUSIE FOUR TIMES!’ at the top of their lungs, Sue grabbed hold of her tank in both hands, peeled it up over her head and slung it over one shoulder before she started down the aisle. The doffing of her ceremonial armor revealed a dark blue two-piece with mellow golden trim. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look, not that anyone paid too much attention to such trivial details as she vaulted onto the apron and over the top rope one right after the other.
Wheeling around to face the stage as soon as she touched down, Sue sidled up to Nick Castle but didn’t allow him to commence final inspection until he’d carefully counted the four fingers she held inches in front of his face. Shooing him away once the deed was done, Burlingame flipped Celia a casual middle finger, then headed to another empty corner and dropped into a crouch while she waited for the last member of this dangerous trifecta.
“And introducing their opponent! Hailing from Denver, Colorado she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-three pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, the BFG and the Camouflage Crusher! Tonight she is YOUR REIGNING AND DEFENDING FAWN WORLD CHAMPION, this is BECKY CLAYTON!”
‘White Flag’ grumbled through the speakers, meaning the FAWNatics had no reason to return to their seats just yet.
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down
I won't ever hit the ground, hit the ground
Playing dead, I'll never do
Gotta keep an eye on you
Patience is wearing thin, paper thin
Promises broke again, what a sin
But it only feeds my energy
So don't expect no sympathy
Smoke, fire, it's all going up
Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood?
Smoke, fire, flares are going up, flares are going up!
BECKY CLAYTON:
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s arrival, the hardbody blonde marching through the curtain to claim the spotlight at the center of the stage with FAWN’s biggest prize strapped tight around her waist. Saluting her Howling Commandos with a double bicep flex that wasn’t so much tickets to the gun show as it was a display of overwhelming firepower, the Peacekeeper reached behind her back one-handed, undid the snaps and hoisted it overhead. “This is why we’re here.” she explained to the camera. “Those two think they can take it from me, but all they’re gonna take is the mother of all ass kickings.”
Turning her attention to the task at hand, Clayton draped the belt over her right shoulder and headed for the squared circle. For this decisive engagement with Blassenville and Burlingame the One Woman Army wore a black & green camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with flat black pads and boots and few wraps of dark green wrist-tape.
Taking her time to zig-zag across the aisle so she could swat each and every outstretched hand, Clayton made a sharp right when she reached the base of the ramp just to repeat the process for everyone at ringside. With the troops properly rallied Becky stomped up the steel steps and leapt over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, she spun toward the hard camera, then raised the title with one hand and snapped off that trademark salute with the other. Still holding the gold high, she turned to Sue and Celia with an extended hand, daring each challenger to join her before the bell. Blassenville didn’t so much as twitch while Burlingame stepped forward only to draw back when notorious buzz-kill Nick Castle stepped between them. Clayton rolled her eyes, then tossed the World Title to the zebra so he could hand it off to a ringside FAWN tech while she made her way to the nearest corner.
Becky was out of her corner with the CLANG of the bell, FAWN’s Peacekeeper and current World Champion storming to the center of the battlefield to claim her rightful place against not one but two of her greatest rivals. Some would argue that positioning oneself directly between the Ace and the Temptress wasn’t the soundest of strategies, especially not in the main event of the biggest show of the year. Yet Clayton showed no hesitation whatsoever, indeed she looked downright fearless as she dropped into a crouch and swept an invisible curve between herself and the challengers. Snorting in irritation when neither woman rose to the challenge, Bex straightened up to offer each an extended hand.
“Come on then!” she demanded. “You were both so goddamned eager to strike when my back was turned, to put your stinking stamp on MY World Title Run, so why’re you hiding now?”
The ‘H’ word must’ve struck a nerve with the Rainmaker because Sue Burlingame pushed off the buckles like a woman with something to prove. Clayton shifted in that direction though she wasn’t about to take her eyes off Blassenville, who looked quite willing to let the former stablemates tear one another to pieces.
“Get your eyes on me, Bex.” Susan snapped as she walked down the Camouflage Crusher. “That way I don’t have to listen to any excuses when I finally submit your ass in front of the whole--”
Becky exploded forward, her right leg scything up for a Big Boot that would’ve caved in Sue’s jaw if the three time former champ hadn’t tucked her head at just the right moment. The Burlingame Backers cheered the evasion, then roared all the louder when their heroine broke into a sprint and took to the skies, Sue leaning aaaaaalll the way back to THWHONK the point of her right knee into Celia’s jaw after the redhead had made it no more than four steps from the corner!
BUSAIKU KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i7os8WAbWu8
Leveled by the heiress’ sneaky Busaiku Knee, Blassenville barrel-rolled under the bottom rope so Burlingame and Clayton could settle their petty bickering in peace. Meanwhile, Sue rolled to one knee and confirmed Blassenville’s exit before turning her attention to the One Woman Army.
Unfazed by the brunette’s uncanny ability to make herself the center of attention, Clayton beckoned Sue back to her, then raised her right hand as an invitation to a Test of Strength. Sue noted it, nodded, stepped up and THWHAP! kicked the ol’ holy hell out of Becky’s right thigh! The champ grimaced, shook out her leg and planted it as firmly as before.
“What’s the matter, Sue? Afraid to lock hands with me?”
“Oh yeah, that’s it.” Burlingame chided. “You wanna grapple, soldier? You’ll have to catch me first.”
“You think I won’t?” Clayton’s tone was soft, but challenging.
“I think I’ll kick you numb before--”
Becky came for her, got this close to a Collar & Elbow before Susan interrupted with a Muy Thai Neck Clasp. Jerking the blonde’s chin down into her breastbone, Burlingame thum-thum-THUMPED a trio of Kneelifts into Clayton’s gut, then broke the clasp so she could send Becky backpedaling into the strands with a quick Push Kick. Clayton hit the ropes at stumble only to come out full speed ahead with a huge Lariat that hit Sue’s clavicle with a sound like a baseball bat striking wet clay! The Peacekeeper dropped to her knees in the aftermath whereas Burlingame was turned inside out before she hit the deck in a wide-eyed sprawl beside Clayton. Their conflict was less than a minute old when Becky hooked both legs in a strong bundle and pointed her challenger’s rump into the rafters for…
LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E8TPi43GxAI
ONE…
TWO…
Burlingame kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO’, but she remained stretched out on one side while Becky sat up and “NNNNGGGHHH!” Celia’s boot didn’t land with the smoothness of Sue’s knee or the abruptness of Bex’s Lariat, but it still made a decidedly unpleasant THUMP against the back of the champion’s skull!
Walking a circle around her fallen adversaries while Becky writhed on the mat swaddling her head in her arms, Celia addressed her words to the blonde though her hands were busy hauling Burlingame to all fours. “I’m surprised by such a show of hubris, Rebecca. Trying to dismiss your friend Susan from contention without making a concentrated effort to humiliate her? One might wonder if you were searching for a fluke victory.”
Becky offered nothing more cogent than a groan, so the Mistress of Puppets drew Burlingame into a tight Standing Headscissors and wrapped both arms around her waist. Flipping the heiress onto her shoulders like her name was Lily and not Susannah, Celia pivoted through a quarter turn so their combined shadows bisected Clayton’s midriff. Said shadow was ominous, though mercifully light on the champ’s fluttering tummy. This situation changed drastically once Celia went up on tiptoe and slung the Ace down in a Powerbomb turned Senton that THWHUMPED every bit of Burlingame’s hundred and thirty so pounds atop Clayton’s tummy!
Unfortunately for Sue, the presence of a camouflaged crash-pad didn’t mean she emerged unscathed. Indeed, her head bounced against the mat hard enough to birth galaxies behind her eyes, these colorful motes swirling and twisting in on one another as the Bankable Bombshell tumbled away from the gasping Bex.
“You’ll notice I made no effort to cover you, Rebecca.” Celia’s attention was firmly on Clayton now, the sinfully strong redhead peeling her fellow Destroyer off the mat in fits and starts. “Why is that, I know you would ask if the pain hadn’t dulled your senses. The answer is simple. Susan wants the title. You NEED validation in the eyes of all these imbeciles. But me?” Blassenville slapped on a Front Facelock, tossed Clayton’s near arm across her shoulders and reached down with her free (right) hand to catch hold of her nemesis’ waistband. “I simply desire to punish both of you on the largest stage possible. And unlike the two of you, I won’t leave this ring disappointed.”
With that the Crimson Cagliostro muscled Becky up to two o’clock, then dropped her back down so the blonde’s shins ‘twanged’ against the top rope. The innate springiness bounced Clayton all the way to high noon and quite a bit beyond because Celia pivoted her hips and simply tossed her into an ugly free-fall meant to drop her across Sue’s chest in another improvised SentoNO! A combination of cheers and groans from those assembled because the flattened Ace drew her knees up to her chest, thus ensuing a most painful landing for the FAWN World Champion!
REBOUND SUPLEX TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dhZeIsTCAjc
“Oh, that’s delightful. Truly Susannah, your preternatural talent for self preservation never ceases to entertain.” Celia noted with an evil smile. “Not that it will save you from suffering right alongside, or perhaps even underneath our hapless, dog-faced friend.”
“Smuuuhhhh… smarmy bytch.” Sue rasped in the midst of rolling to all fours. “I’m gonna kick that f*cking smirk down your throat if it’s the last thing I OOOOWWW!”
Not about to endure such sass from a whiny penitent, Blassenville strolled over and casually hopped in place, all the better to STAMP down on the brunette’s fingers! Susan yanked her fingers back and scrambled to verticality with both hands pressed to her chest, meaning she had no defense against the Headbutt Celia drove into the bridge of her nose!
Frozen in place by the eye-watering blow, Burlingame hissed in distress when Blassenville bent double and forced her head between the brunette’s thighs. Just like that she wrapped her arms around Sue’s thighs and stood up to drape the Ace down her broad back. Stomping over to where Bex was still prone on the mat, the Temptress stood at the champ’s feet, then snapped forward to sling Burlingame down in a particularly treacherous Alabama Slam! Clayton saw the attack coming but didn’t have to roll clear so she brought her arms up in a rough guard that absorbed the blow from the back of Sue’s skull that would’ve smashed her nose otherwise. Alas, that was the only silver lining because the weaponized Ace THWHUMPED down hard enough to smash the air from Becky’s lungs in a single loud ‘Ooooffffhh!’
With her foes stacked like cordwood, Blassenville bent down to collect two ankles in each hand. The crowd buzzed in ‘oh no she won’t!’ denial when the Temptress wrenched those stems in a set of stacked V’s, then bellowed with incredulous surprise when Celia stepped through with her left leg and crossed the captured gams over her encroaching thigh. Teeth bared in a predatory grin, Blassenville bundled all four ankles under her left arm and slowly turned Burlingame and Clayton onto their stomachs in a one on two Sharpshooter!
DOUBLE SHARPSHOOTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_gh1usZpDyQ
“Grrrrrhhhhhh….f*cking bytch!” Susan growled at the redhead over the roar of the FAWNatics. “I’m gonna break you in half!”
Beside her, Bex pressed both palms to the canvas and pushed herself up by a good six inches or so. “Save your breath, dammit. Brace your hands so we can get to the ropeRRRGGGHHH!”
Celia rose to her full height, then settled down and leaaaaaaaaaaned back to put much more torque on the struggling lab rats. “I’ve a better idea, Rebecca.” she tittered down to the World Champion. “Why don’t you try to choke Susannah unconscious before you sob your own surrender!”
“Don’t even think about it, Clayton.” Burlingame shifted from her elbows to her palms, the heiress stifling a groan as she did so. Blonde and brunette made no to attempt to synchronize their escape efforts, they just started dragging their way toward the ropes. Give Blassenville credit, she made her opponents fight for every inch of canvas, but not even the Mistress of Puppets could prevent the bendy-back and the Destroyer from reaching their shared destination.
“Break!” Clayton barked as soon as she wrapped a hand around the bottom strand.
“Get the f*ck off, freak.” Burlingame demanded half a heartbeat later.
Celia paid no attention to either of her adversaries, instead she made eye contact with Nick Castle until the Senior Official counted out, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” She tossed the tangled legs down and strutted to the middle of the ring while Bex clambered to one knee and Sue slid under the bottom rope to take a breather on the floor.
“You should join the coward while you still can, Rebecca.” Blassenville chided the One Woman Army. “In fact, take it a step further and retreat to the locker room before Burlingame betrays you or I humiliate you.”
Clayton shook her head ‘no’, then powered to verticality. “Threats don’t work on me, Blassenville. Never have, never will.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to cave your head in, just as soon as you stop cowering in the roNGH!”
Bex did as bade and put Celia’s head on a swivel with a Haymaker that caromed off the challenger’s jaw. Blassenville soaked it up with a grunt before answering with a stiff-fingered slap that CRACKED against Clayton’s right ear! This exchange was followed by a brief reprieve as nearly a decade of disdain was communicated by a single glare. Then they grabbed the hated other by the scruff of the neck and unleashed on forehead, chest and belly with a series of punches straight out of a hockey fight.
“Open those hands, ladies!” Castle shouted at his brawling charges. “I mean it! No closed fists to the--” Nick’s eyes went wide and he dove to one side, meaning he was out of the way when Susan leapt from the top rope and broadsided her opponents with a huge Springboard Missile Dropkick!
Becky and Celia careened in opposite directions, redhead and blonde landing flat on their backs while Sue bounced to verticality with a flawless kip-up. “COME ON!” the Rainmaker ordered the prone battlers. “Burlingame roared at the downed Destroyers. “Turn your back on me again, assholes! See what happens!”
“Miserable little attention whore.” Blassenville hissed after she’d made it to one knee. “You’re going to regret mouthing off to--”
The Rainmaker tried to put her heel through the bridge of the redhead’s nose with a Pump Kick that fell a few inches short because Celia caught her ankle in both hands. Shifting her grip to heel and toe, Blassenville made a point to twist the former World Champion’s ankle, thus keeping Sue off balance as she rose to boot leather. “One foot left, rich girl.” Celia taunted the bobbling Rainmaker. “Would you like to cede it now or shall I mangle this one fir--”
Burlingame sprang off her plant foot and whipped it at the side of Celia’s sku-- Blassenville dipped low to avoid the Enzugiri by the slimmest of margins. Sue managed to land on her palms rather than flat on her face and after a moment she popped up and kicked back to THUMP a Mule Kick to the taller woman’s chest.
That freed Burlingame’s other foot and she went at Celia with a furious series of Forearm Smashes that had her backpedaling toward the nearest cor-SMECK! The Crimson Cagliostro walked through Sue’s last shot to wrap both hands around the heiress’ throat! Susan grabbed hold of Blassenville’s wrists like she expected the Temptress to muscle her into the air, meaning she was caught off guard when Celia pivoted in a half circle and slung her against the buckles with an audible ‘bwung!’
Sue draped her arms over the top rope to stay vertical, a tacit invitation for Blassenville to charge the corner for a huge Avalanche Spl--“OOFFH!” Sue flicked her right leg out in a high kick that clapped across the side of the taller woman’s face. Celia staggered back into the center of the squared circle and Burlingame chased after in a dead sprint that burned through the distance in a matter of heartbeats. Catching the Clinical Killer’s noggin in a Front Facelock, Sue sprang into the air and whipped through a half circle that laid the Ace out flat and THWHONKED Blassenville down on the crown of her skull with a beautiful Tornado DDT!
RUNNING TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2_gWhStA3c
Celia somersaulted through onto her butt while Sue rolled back onto her shoulders and sprang upright in another flawless kip--THWHACK! Becky’s Big Boot connected where Celia’s had missed, the FAWN World Champion putting Burlingame’s head somewhere in the upper deck with a single massive shot! The BFG didn’t even cast a glance in Blassenville’s direction, she just Splashed down on Sue’s midsection and hooked the far leg in a Back Press that earned her the…
BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5bv0yFUc5Dk
ONE…
TWO…
THNO!
Burlingame kicked out and flopped onto her stomach in a single motion to maintain her place in the main event. “Got a little too cute, Sue.” Clayton huffed at the brunette as she got to her feet and forced the Ace to stand alongside. “Lemme remind you what cute gets you against me.”
Becky slipped her right arm between the challenger’s thighs, hooked her left arm over Burlingame’s shoulders and ‘hupped’ the bendy-back into position across her chest. A glance in Blassenville’s direction confirmed the redhead had made it to one knee, so rather than waste time she twisted left and snapped right, the One Woman Army pivoting through a full rotation on her right foot to THAWHAM Sue against the deck with a massive Swinging Power Slam! Burlingame bounced hard enough to turn her onto one side, if Clayton hadn’t pressed in chest to chest and drew the far leg up tight for…
SWINGING POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aS6tD9f0YvE
ONE…
TWO…
Sue broke loose with a second to spare, the near-fall allowing Becky precious seconds to lean back and catch her breath. “Still feeling forgotten, Sue?” the blonde asked. “Still want to be the center of attentRRRGGGGHH!”
Celia pressed her hands against the sides of Clayton’s head, all the better to gouge her fingers into the champion’s eyes! “I appreciate the maliciousness in your tone, Rebecca.” Blassenville chuckled, the powerful redhead paying no attention to the protestations of Clayton, Castle or the crowd. “But it seems a war on two fronts is beyond your admittedly limited strategic capabilitRHHNNGGGHH!”
Becky reached back with both hands and captured Celia’s head in a similar grip, though she twisted the Temptress’ ears rather than gouge her eyes. This counterattack allowed the blonde to clamber to boot-leather only to drop to one knee and flip Celia off her feet and onto her butt which in turn landed full force on the pit of Sue’s stomach!
Blinking her vision back to normal in the wake of Blassenville’s wicked clawing, an angry Camouflage Crusher leaned forward and snaked her arm around Celia’s neck to wrench her head backward in an Inverted Facelock. Celia immediately sought the champion’s eyes again, but Bex swatted the efforts aside and made her nemesis pay with half a dozen Overhand Forearm Smashes that smashed across Blassenville’s chest. “Is that what you call attacking a girl from behind, bytch? Attacking on two fronts?” Clayton reached down with her clubberin’ hand and grabbed on above the other Destroyer’s right hip. No answer from the Clinical Killer, which was fine with Becky, as it meant she didn’t have to deal with any extra sass as she muscled the both of ‘em to verticality.
Removing Blassenville from Burlingame’s midsection let Sue draw in a deep, whooping breath she coughed up in a span of heartbeats because the One Woman Army made a point to deliver a single quick Stomp to the pit of the heiress’ fluttering tummy! With Sue fighting for breath and Celia bent backward in an awkward arch, Becky dipped into a deep crouch and hoisted the Mistress of Puppets up, over and down, Celia’s descent describing a swift, smooth arc that culminated with the nauseating THAWHAM of gut on canvas! The impact tumbled Blassenville over onto her back and Clayton was right there to capitalize with a Crossbody good for the…
INVERTED SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWQCGkRxADE
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Celia kicked out and barrel-rolled away from the BFG, sacrificing a few strands of her coppery braid to do so. Bex grumbled, started to rise and THWHAP!
A strong kick lashed across the back of the champ’s right thigh, forcing her to stumble sideways before she regained her balance. Rounding in an instant, Clayton raised her hands and snapped, “You too, Sue? No wonder you and Celia can’t stand each other, you’re exactly the same.”
“Get the f*ck over yourself.” the Rainmaker countered. “Can’t take the moral high ground when you’re dumping ginger trash all over me. You want to get whipped face to face? Bring it on, tuff girl!”
Becky did just that, or at least tried. She’d barely made it a step when Burlingame made her pay for the advance with a stinging kick to the blonde’s right thigh. “That’s it?” Clayton slapped the rising welt half a dozen times, clearly unimpressed with the Ace’s striking power. “That’s all you’re bringing to the ‘Mania? C’mon SuNNGH!”
Burlingame kicked the champ’s left thigh twice, then shifted her focus back to the right, a choice that proved quite detrimental when Becky trapped the brunette’s leg between her torso and right arm. Bex flicked out her left hand and wrapped it around the heiress’ throat to ensure Sue couldn’t take flight off her plant foot. With Burlingame hooked at throat and gam, Clayton gathered her strength and ripped Susan off the canvas for a Choke Slam or possible a Spinebust--“RRRGGGHH!”
The Bankable Bombshell laced her hands together in a Double Axehandle and brought it down on Clayton’s elbow to break the Goozle before she could be returned to the canvas under less controlled conditions. Becky threw a Haymaker, Sue ducked and whipped ‘round behind to pin the World Champ’s arms overhead in a tight Full Nelson. Clayton’s eyes went wide, alas that’s about all the defense she could muster against the perfectly vicious bridge Sue used to PLANT the Camouflage Crusher on the back of her head and neck with a Dragon Suplex! Sue kept her hands locked on impact and went up on tiptoe to keep Clayton folded in half for the…
DRAGON SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TKtbQWowUD0
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Becky powered to a seat to break the count, but she hadn’t even made it to one knee when Sue snuggled in behind and slapped on a Waistlock. “Get up.” Burlingame demanded as she forced the woozy powerhouse to do just that. “This is what you wanted, Bex. So get right the f*ck up.”
“Guuuuhhhh… gonna put my boot up your ass, SuHRRRGGGGHH!”
Burlingame didn’t much care for that kind of talk, so she dropped into a deep squat and snapped off another bridge to PLANT Clayton with a stiff German Suplex. Sue held the Waistlock but not the bridge, the heiress instead rolling to her stomach to return to boot-leather with the sagging Peacekeeper in tow. The crowd knew what was coming, not that it dampened their cheers for the second German Suplex in the slightest. Indeed they grew that much louder when the Ace rolled through and stood up with the increasingly shopworn champion hanging in her grip.
“The title‘s coming home with me, girl.” Burlingame murmured in the blonde’s ear. “And there’s not a damned thing you can do about HURGH!”
The air burst from Sue’s lungs in a surprised gasp when Celia crowded in on her six and clamped on a Waistlock. “That’s MY line, rich girl.” The Temptress took her position at the head of this Suplex Parade with a single convulsive yank, Blassenville earning a roar of genuine amazement by hurling the combined two-hundred and seventy something pounds of Clayton and Burlingame across the squared circle with a massive German Suplex!
TEMPTING GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2mk9KBgMjh4
Sue’s Waistlock disintegrated when they touched down, meaning Clayton was free to roll clear and collect herself near the ropes. Sue herself remained caught in Blassenville’s coil, the tawny brunette looking more like a slack bundle of laundry than a three time former World Champion when the Crimson Cagliostro hauled ‘em to their feet.
Pivoting around to better display her glassy-eyed prey to the hard camera, Celia abandoned the Waistlock and deftly slipped her left arm around Sue’s throat so she could bend her backward into an Inverted Facelock. Considering the prolonged game of ‘Anything You Can Do’ these women had been playing since the bell sounded, the FAWNatics fully expected Blassenville to splatter Burlingame across the deck with an Inverted Suplex, however the Temptress lived to subvert (read: destroy) expectations so instead of stealing from Clayton’s pitiful playbook she slipped her right arm under Sue’s right bicep and locked her hands. Soon as that was done she reefed up, kicked her left leg back and launched both challengers into a dizzying barrel roll that SPIKED Burlingame one the crown of her skull!
AVERSION THERAPY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=68TRsbJNiY0
Sue slopped onto her back in a boneless sprawl and Celia didn’t simply pin her, she hurried forward and planted her glutes atop the Ace’s hapless features in a Full Reverse Face Sit! Leaning forward even as the throng let out a deafening ‘Ooooooooohhhhh!’, Blassenville hooked Burlingame’s right leg at the knee and cranked it backward in an unbreakable Half Matchbook. She’d just settled into her mount when Nick Castle swooped in and slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Even close inspection after the fact couldn’t confirm whether or not Susan kicked out, yet her time in the match continued because Becky Clayton barreled in from the right to knock Celia from her perch with low-flying Shoulderblock!
“WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU DOING, YOU IMBECILE?” Blassenville roared at Clayton as she scrambled to her feet. “ELIMINATION RULES, REMEMBER? YOU SUGGESTED IT!”
“Damn right I did.” Becky confirmed. “Because I mean to beat BOTH of you tonight.”
Celia blinked and the anger in her face gave way to a sort of sardonic amusement. “What a revelation. All this time I thought Susannah was the biggest attention whore in FAWN. But it’s been you all along. Thank you for enlightening me, Rebecca.”
Becky shook her head in disgust, then raised both hands and beckoned Blassenville to do the same. “Protect yourself, Celia. Because I’m coming to cave your head in.”
The Temptress chuckled, the sound of it soft and incredulous. Eyes going cold as she did as bade, Celia said, “I’d love to see you try you gutless piece of shyt.”
Becky came at her behind a furious vanguard of lefts and rights, a blistering combination of jabs, hooks and body shots designed to tear through her nemesis’ strong chassis. Blassenville soaked up the worst of it with her guard, perhaps one in every five shots getting through to pound at her flanks. She endured these with little more than a grimace and the occasional counterpunch that connected with the blonde’s chin. Their exchange continued in this fashion for nearly twenty seconds before Celia dipped a jab and THWHACKED a quick Uppercut off the other Destroyer’s chin!
Clayton reeled, then staggered when the redhead went on offense with a straight right hand that connected flush with Bex’s mouth! Her hands dropped so Celia flattened out one hand and SLAPPED Clayton’s face hard enough to make her ears ring! Becky’s eyes widened in ‘how could you?’ shock that didn’t have time to curdle into rage because the Clinical Killer lunged and sprang off her back foot in a Bicycle Kick meant to remove Clayton’s head from her shouldNOOOO!
Bex tucked her head and rushed under the kick to come up back to back with Blassenville and face to face with Sue Burling-- the Rainmaker stutter-stepped into a Super Kick that Clayton couldn’t dodge so she simply swatted it aside with both hands at the last possible instant! Turning to find Blassenville as Burlingame tried to recover from the miss, the One Woman Army found herself facing down a murderous Lariat coming for her-- Becky got low and lunged in, driving one shoulder into the challenger’s upper thighs even as she cinched her arms around those sturdy stems. Then she shot up on tiptoes and dropped backward with every intention of splattering Blassenville on the deck with a Flapja--’OOOOOOOOHHHHH!’ from the crowd when Sue rushed in from the right and went airborne to catch Celia’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock that transformed the humble Flapjack into a hellacious double team Ace Crusher!
UNINTENTIONAL TEAM WORK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7E8cvONDhQ
Holding on through the ring-shivering landing, Susan somersaulted into a seat and tucked Blassenville’s head under her right arm just before she draped the Temptress’ left arm over her left thigh. Root of All Evil, Sue Burlingame to Celia Blassenville. “TAP!” the Ace bellowed at Celia as she poured on the pressure. “TAP THE F*CK OUT!”
“What do you say, Celia?” Castle asked the thrashing redhead. “What do you--”
“NO!” came the emphatic reply. “NOW GET THE HELL AWAY FROM--NOOOOORRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!”
Another deafening roar from the FAWNatics when Becky Clayton went back to back with Sue and crouched down to lay claim to Celia’s ankles. Tucking the other Destroyer’s right ankle into the put of her left knee, Bex wedged Blassenville’s left foot under her right arm, then locked her hands and sat down DEEP.
Texas Cloverleaf, Becky Clayton to Celia Blassenville.
“Tell me something, Celia!” Nick’s tone was urgent. The Senior Official didn’t much care for the Temptress, but he couldn’t help but sympathize with anyone caught in this particular trap. “Just say the word and I’ll get you--”
In the end Celia didn’t say a word, she did however reach out and slap the mat half a dozen times.
Nick called for the bell at once, but neither Sue or Becky relinquished their holds until the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, Celia Blassenville has been eliminated!”
The former stablemates pushed up and trudged in opposite directions to put some distance between themselves before turning around to regard one another over the exhausted, trembling wreckage of Celia Blassenville.
“Nice assist, soldier.” Burlingame conceded after a short stretch of silence. “But who’s gonna help you?”
Becky rolled her shoulders. “I don’t need anyone to help put you down, Sue. Never have. Never will.”
Between them, Nick helped Celia roll to the edge of the ring. With their battleground thus cleared, Sue started to circle and Becky did the same. “Need I remind you, Clayton? This is ‘Mania. I dim stars and humble legends at ‘Mania. You may be strong, but you’re no different.”
Clayton stopped in her tracks, eyes locked on the Ace. “Something tells me you’ll change your tune once you’ve got a faceful of camouflage.”
Sue’s answering smile was a cold warning. “That’s not a game you want to play with me, Bex. You’ll lose.”
“Prove it.”
More than willing to provide her standard-bearer bona fides to the World Champion, Burlingame came for Clayton showing Super Kick but PWAAAKED a Back Kick into the blonde’s belly when Bex got her hands up a split-second too soon. That shot forced Becky to cede a few steps though she didn’t take a knee until the heiress connected with an identical kick to the meat of her right thigh. Sue backed up to give herself a bit more runway only to curse the decision (or perhaps her foe’s tenacity) when Clayton rose before she could carry out her plan. But adjusting on the fly was never a problem for the Bankable Bombshell so she stuffed another Back Kick into the pit of Becky’s stomach, then leapt up and lashed with an Enzugiri aimed at her temp-- Clayton jerked her head back, leaving Burlingame’s boot to pass within an inch or two of the tip of her nose.
Sue landed on her feet despite the miss, though her back was to the Camouflage Crusher and this proved quite problematic when Becky crowded in behind and pinned both arms overhead with a burly, neck-straining Full Nelson. Clayton brought her power advantage to beat at once, the big blonde just rag-dolling her opponent for ten seconds or more. Sue’s legs didn’t give out though they were showing some serious wobble, so Castle stepped in to check. “How you doing, Sue? Can you contin--”
Becky must’ve been confident of Burlingame’s answer because rather than let her answer she powered the Ace into the sky and THWHAMMED her into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a Herculean Full Nelson Slam! Sue’s legs shot up on impact, so Becky dropped to all fours and wedged her shoulders into the pits of the challenger’s knees to secure her in a Matchbook Pin good for the…
FULL NELSON SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gp7WE5kpTE
ONE…
TWO…
THR--“HRGH!”
Susan pushed off far enough to get a shoulder off the mat, but rather than simply escape the cover she took hold of Clayton’s right wrist and promptly scissored her legs around the champ’s head and right arm to secure a tight Triangle Choke! Ankles locked, Sue bore down and craaaaaaaaaaaanked back, the Rainmaker fighting to get Clayton’s bicep snugged across her own throat.
TRIANGLE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKH0C7qBcQU
Bex didn’t just let it happen though, she curled her free hand into a fist and pounded on the vise of her opponent’s legs. When that didn’t pop her loose she clamped that hand to Burlingame’s right shoulder and crawled forward to get a knee against the canvas. This adjustment put Sue on her shoulders, but rather than try to hold the cover she let out a roar and got to her feet with the Rainmaker still clinging to the Triangle! The position was awkward to say the least, so Clayton moved her grippin’ hand to the small of Sue’s back which made it much easier to muscle the brunette onto her shoulders in the stall position for a Powerbomb!
Cursing the ridiculous strength of the One Woman Army, Sue shifted her grip from Clayton’s wrist to her elbow and shoved the champ’s bicep back into her face. It didn’t do a damned thing for the Triangle, it did serve as a suitable distraction, one that let Burlingame rain down Hammer Punches on the crown of the blonde’s skull with her free hand. “Put me down, Bex!” Susan demanded of the stubbornly vertical Destroyer. Put me down or I’ll NGH!”
Becky CLAPPED a sort of low-angled Bell Ringer into the challenger’s ribs, the pair of stereo slaps earning a loud ‘oooooohhh’ from the sold-out crowd. Though Clayton certainly appreciated the noise, at the moment she was far more concerned with the loosening of Burlingame’s tawny stems. Another heavy swat popped the lock on the heiress’ ankles, so Becky moved her hands to Sue’s backside and pushed up while simultaneously twisting the Ace around in a half circle. It would’ve turned the Powerbomb stall into an Electric Chair if Clayton had stayed in place, but the Camouflage Crusher stepped out from under her burden so that Sue fell straight into a Waistlock Clayton secured when Burlingame’s toes were still a few inches above the canvas. Dropping into a deep crouch in the midst of gouging her knotted fists into the pit of Sue’s stomach, Becky popped her hips and laid out flat to turn the Rainmaker inside out with a sheer-drop German SuplNOOOO! Burlingame tumbled through the flip and landed on one knee just as Clayton was twisting to the same. THWHACK! Sue twisted Bex’s head to the side with a Low Super Kick that put the champ flat on her butt!
LOW SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YON_fKj8VRo
“Goddamn, are you f*cking kidding me?” Burlingame called a halt to her aggressive encroachment because Becky scrambled to her feet like the mat was electrified or there were springs in her boots or whatever other ridiculous saying might explain how she’d just soaked up what should’ve been a knock-out shot.
Not that Clayton was coming for her, at the moment it was the exact opposite. Back turned to the tenacious Ace, Becky stumbled in two or three fencepost holes as she fought to reach the sanctuary of the ropes. Safety was no more than arm’s length away when Susan rushed in and leapt onto the Peacekeeper’s shoulders. Becky stumbled that much closer to the strands, alas they were still maddeningly out of reach when Sue popped her hips and twisted backward, the three time former World Champ landing flat on her tummy while Clayton THWHONKED down on the back of her head and shoulders.
POISONED 'RANA @ 00:11
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fy28SzNv_RA
That virulent dose of Sue’s Poisoned ‘Rana sent Becky tumbling from one side of the squared circle to the other, the glassy-eyed Destroyer actually making it to her feet only to collapse all wobby-butt and exhausted against the middle rope. Smelling blood in the water, Burlingame raced after Clayton, then overshot the mark by vaulting over the ropes to the apron. Becky noted the movement and turned in that direction only to pay for the privilege when the Bankable Bombshell smacked a high Roundhouse off her forehead.
Bex sagged against the strands and got her noggin snatched in a Front Facelock by her former stablemate. Climbing onto the second rope from the outside, Sue bent her knees and launched skyward, the limber brunette pointing the toes of her boots toward the rafters half a heartbeat before she swung into the ring and laid out on her back to SPIKE Becky’s pate with her Trust FunDDT! Clayton rolled through to a slumped seat and didn’t move until Burlingame grabbed both shoulders and pressed her down flat. Soon as that was done she looped an arm around the blonde’s strong thighs and pointed her ass at the lights with a Back Press good for…
TRUST FUNDDT @ 1:40
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9dfwlnfvj4
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Bex twitched her way to freedom with a whisper to spare, her escape so late that Nick raised a warning hand to the Timekeeper.
As for Sue, she went to raise three fingers for Castle, then decided against it when she realized his attention was elsewhere. Spinning to her stomach, the heiress stood up and promptly dropped to one knee on the champ’s six. No posturing or theatrics from Sue now, not even the hint of a smile when a contingent of Burlingame Backers began to chant SUSIE FOUR TIMES! over and over again. The BFG wasn’t aware of the crowd noise or the looming threat, all she knew was that she had to get off the mat. That thought became a mantra, which in turn gave her the strength to clamber to all fours. From there she rose to boot-leather and-- Sue leapt to meet her, the Ace hooking her arms around Becky’s head in a Three Quarters FaceloNOOOOOOOO!
Clayton got both hands against the small of Burlingame’s back and pushed her up and over, the started challenger ultimately landing belly-down atop the champion’s right shoulder. As counters went it wasn’t the most high impact, yet it left Burlingame in a most dangerous position, as the brunette (and the rest of the FAWNatics) realized when Bex caught hold of her foe’s biceps and muscled her up into a face-first Cruci-- Clayton tossed Burlingame that much higher, then caught a Front Facelock of her own and plunged to the deck to THA-WHAM Susan down with a thunderous SNAFU! Fueled by a heady mix of instinct and adrenaline, the Camouflage Crusher rolled over onto the starfished Ace and cradled the leg while a chorus several thousand strong tolled off the…
SNAFU:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVO2lW92ozk
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Susan crawled out from under that heavy ordinance at the last possible second, her escape leaving Becky with her head in her hands and the Howling Commandos roaring at the top of their lungs. A lesser will might’ve succumbed to that massed frustration, but Becky Clayton settled for pounding a fist against the mat before burying her hands in Susan’s hair. Nodding a thanks to her fans when both ladies were back on their feet, Becky slipped an arm between Sue’s wobbly stems and quickly hefted her onto her right shoulder.
A bellow of ‘SNAFU!’ shook the rafters when Clayton muscled the Rainmaker into another Reverse Crucifix, though it gave way to a buzz of confusion when the One Woman Army raced at a corner on the far side of the ring. Bex was still several steps shy of her destination when she went up on tiptoe and slung Sue into a sickening face-first collision with the second turnbuckle!
LAWN DART:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YO4xyish9Uc
Burlingame bounced away, landed on her hip and shoulder and slopped onto her belly with both arms swaddling her aching skull. She hadn’t done much of anything else when Becky stomped over and peeled her off the canvas in stages. Give her credit, the heiress hooked a weary clinch and even threw a few knees to the champ’s belly, but the combination of FUBAR and Lawn Dart had robbed them of their power and she was forced to go where Becky wanted her to go, namely the corner she’d so recently bounced from.
Her return proved far more traditional, though no less rough, as Clayton drove her against the buckles with a Shoulderblock before lifting her into a seat in the high rent district. A single European Uppercut to the chin rocked Sue back at an awkward angle, giving the champ plenty of time to turn around and climb onto the bottom rope. Reaching over her right shoulder with both hands, Clayton palmed Burlingame’s noggin and pulled her forward into that tummy-down over the shoulder position that had become so familiar over the last minute or so.
With Susan secured like a woozy sack of laundry, Bex climbed to the middle rope, then shifted her grip from midsection to biceps, all the better to lift Burlingame into her third face-first Crucifix. The crowd noise was louder than ever, yet Clayton didn’t hear much of anything beyond her own heartbeat when she simultaneously tossed Sue out and stepped into the void. Catching hold of Burlingame’s head in the half-heartbeat before gravity claimed them both in the mother of all SNAFU’s!
Susannah bounced without turning over, forcing Becky to spend some more energy she didn’t have to barrel the heiress onto her back. Hooking the far leg even as she rolled Burlingame into a Back Press, Clayton cinched her loose arm around the back of Sue’s head, then locked her hands in a loop that held through the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Becky’s grip collapsed and she sat up with her head in her hands, the woman once chided as ‘the shortest reigned World Champ in history’ unable to keep it in check when the Announcer bellowed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall, and STILL the FAWN World Champion… BECKY CLAYTON!”
The sound of her name in the rafters rolled Bex to all fours en route to full verticality, the victorious blonde stretching her arms wide take in every bit of the massed good will. Already cacophonous, the celebration threatened to reach deafening levels when Nick Castle hurried over with the ten pounds of leather and gold. “It may be a cliché, but I’ll say it anyway.” the Senior Official noted. “Congratulations, champ. You earned it.”
Becky claimed her prize, pressing the faceplate to her forehead for several seconds before she turned to the capacity crowd and raised it one hand. “THIS IS MINE!” she slapped the faceplate with each word for proper emphasis. “You want your shot? Please, step up and take it, I’m begging you. Just know one thing…” Honing in on a camera observing the action from the floor near the base of a ring-post, Clayton strode to that corner and climbed to the second rope so she could beckon the cameraman for a close-up. Once she had it, the One Woman Army laid the strap over her shoulder and explained, “You better be ready for war.”
Becky’s expression suggested there was something else on her mind, however her attention was drawn over one shoulder at the sound of an interested roar from the crowd. Set on one knee with some assistance from Nick, Sue Burlingame meant to roll under the bottom rope without fanfare, but she got to her feet when Clayton came over to offer her hand.
Sue waved her off and made it to boot-leather on her own, though she was barely a shadow of her usual steady self. Not entirely sure how to handle the notoriously mercurial Rainmaker, Becky let the belt slide into one hand so she could try another handshake. “Thank you, Sue.” the Destroyer murmured. “No one else could have brought that out of--”
‘OOOOOOHHH!’ from the FAWNatics when Burlingame swatted the champ’s hand aside with a derisive little kick. “What, we f*cking shake hands now?” she snorted at the surprise that flashed across Becky’s face. “Where’s my hug, Clayton?”
Sue pulled her into a hug that Bex returned with interest, champion and challenger embracing to the approval of everyone, even the hard-hearted scoundrels in section 1408.
“This is your time, girl.” Sue spoke directly into Becky’s ear to be heard over the din. “Don’t let anyone tell you it’s not. Don’t let anyone take it from you.”
Becky stepped back, offered the heiress a questioning smile. “Not even you?
“ESPECIALLY not me.” Sue grinned. “If I’m this obnoxious with three runs, can you imagine four? I’d be downright insufferable!”
“Cuz you’re not already?”
“You wanna make this two out of three falls, soldier?”
“Do you, rich girl?”
“Some other time, I think. See ya ‘round, Bex.” Sue swatted Becky on the shoulder and made her way out of the ring to an enthusiastic round of applause from the Burlingame Backers.
Alone with FAWN’s top prize at the tail end of the biggest show of the year, Becky Clayton finally strapped the gold around her waist to ensure she was properly decorated when she set out on the biggest victory march of her decorated career.
PASSIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMe4kVNKvNk
“Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is an elimination style Triple Threat Match and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger. Hailing from New Cannan Louisiana, she stands at five feet nine inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and forty five pounds. She is the Crimson Cagliostro, the Mistress of Puppets and the Eighth Deadly Sin. She is TEMPRESS… CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Mildly amused by the consternation in this Petrie Dish they called an arena, the Temptress scanned the arena from one end to the other until her gaze settled upon a camera that’d dared draw close enough to catch her attention. “Tell me, have you made it this far in search of a happy ending?” she asked the worldwide audience. “I hope you have. Because the only thing I’ll enjoy more than breaking their bodies is shattering your spirits. Dismissing the lab rats with a strychnine smile, the Crimson Cagliostro turned her attention to the canvas-floored laboratory and set off down the aisle.
For tonight’s war against arrogant Ace and the pitiful Peacekeeper, Blassenville chose a gleaming black lycra one-piece with long ‘sleeves’ that were comprised of a pair of thin ebon bands that wound around her arms, ending just above the wrists. Her ensemble finished with matching kneepads and gleaming white wrestling boots, while her long copper-colored hair was pulled back into a tight braid that hung almost to the small of her back. As usual the signs on the aisle were painfully uninteresting, save for one that was worthy of at least a brief response:
‘BLASSENVILLE 2020! WHY CHOOSE THE LESSER OF TWO EVILS?’
“Not that any of you are worthy of my leadership.” the redhead said quietly. “But since you’ve demonstrated a modicum of intelligence I’ll let you know that my platform is built on, or rather of, trash like Burlingame and Clayton.”
With her positions on the important issues now clear, Celia resumed her stroll to the squared circle. Heading up the steps without another glance spared for the crowd, Blassenville wiped her boots on the apron, then dipped through the ropes and took her place in the spotlight to ensure the lab rats understood the danger facing their so-called heroines tonight. Nick Castle stepped in beside her when the lights went up so of course the challenger turned around and strolled to the far corner so he had to follow her there before he could run through his final inspection.
“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 Ace, the Bankable Bombshell and a THREE TIME former FAWN World Champion! Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPoIznBujEA
SUE BURLINGAME:
Eager to get loud following the somber arrival of the Temptress, the FAWNatics did exactly that 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.
For her latest showcase in the ‘Mania closer (and another shot at becoming ‘Susie Four Times) the Rainmaker wore a sleek black ‘Aces High’ tank-top that effectively covered every bit of her ring gear that wasn’t pads or boots. Damned well aware of the consternation this caused the among the FAWN faithful, Burlingame reached down to the bottom edge… then lifted that hand to show off four raised fingers. Flashing a smile as a goodly portion of the crowd began chanting ‘SUSIE FOUR TIMES!’ at the top of their lungs, Sue grabbed hold of her tank in both hands, peeled it up over her head and slung it over one shoulder before she started down the aisle. The doffing of her ceremonial armor revealed a dark blue two-piece with mellow golden trim. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look, not that anyone paid too much attention to such trivial details as she vaulted onto the apron and over the top rope one right after the other.
Wheeling around to face the stage as soon as she touched down, Sue sidled up to Nick Castle but didn’t allow him to commence final inspection until he’d carefully counted the four fingers she held inches in front of his face. Shooing him away once the deed was done, Burlingame flipped Celia a casual middle finger, then headed to another empty corner and dropped into a crouch while she waited for the last member of this dangerous trifecta.
“And introducing their opponent! Hailing from Denver, Colorado she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-three pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, the BFG and the Camouflage Crusher! Tonight she is YOUR REIGNING AND DEFENDING FAWN WORLD CHAMPION, this is BECKY CLAYTON!”
‘White Flag’ grumbled through the speakers, meaning the FAWNatics had no reason to return to their seats just yet.
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down
I won't ever hit the ground, hit the ground
Playing dead, I'll never do
Gotta keep an eye on you
Patience is wearing thin, paper thin
Promises broke again, what a sin
But it only feeds my energy
So don't expect no sympathy
Smoke, fire, it's all going up
Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood?
Smoke, fire, flares are going up, flares are going up!
BECKY CLAYTON:
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s arrival, the hardbody blonde marching through the curtain to claim the spotlight at the center of the stage with FAWN’s biggest prize strapped tight around her waist. Saluting her Howling Commandos with a double bicep flex that wasn’t so much tickets to the gun show as it was a display of overwhelming firepower, the Peacekeeper reached behind her back one-handed, undid the snaps and hoisted it overhead. “This is why we’re here.” she explained to the camera. “Those two think they can take it from me, but all they’re gonna take is the mother of all ass kickings.”
Turning her attention to the task at hand, Clayton draped the belt over her right shoulder and headed for the squared circle. For this decisive engagement with Blassenville and Burlingame the One Woman Army wore a black & green camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with flat black pads and boots and few wraps of dark green wrist-tape.
Taking her time to zig-zag across the aisle so she could swat each and every outstretched hand, Clayton made a sharp right when she reached the base of the ramp just to repeat the process for everyone at ringside. With the troops properly rallied Becky stomped up the steel steps and leapt over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, she spun toward the hard camera, then raised the title with one hand and snapped off that trademark salute with the other. Still holding the gold high, she turned to Sue and Celia with an extended hand, daring each challenger to join her before the bell. Blassenville didn’t so much as twitch while Burlingame stepped forward only to draw back when notorious buzz-kill Nick Castle stepped between them. Clayton rolled her eyes, then tossed the World Title to the zebra so he could hand it off to a ringside FAWN tech while she made her way to the nearest corner.
Becky was out of her corner with the CLANG of the bell, FAWN’s Peacekeeper and current World Champion storming to the center of the battlefield to claim her rightful place against not one but two of her greatest rivals. Some would argue that positioning oneself directly between the Ace and the Temptress wasn’t the soundest of strategies, especially not in the main event of the biggest show of the year. Yet Clayton showed no hesitation whatsoever, indeed she looked downright fearless as she dropped into a crouch and swept an invisible curve between herself and the challengers. Snorting in irritation when neither woman rose to the challenge, Bex straightened up to offer each an extended hand.
“Come on then!” she demanded. “You were both so goddamned eager to strike when my back was turned, to put your stinking stamp on MY World Title Run, so why’re you hiding now?”
The ‘H’ word must’ve struck a nerve with the Rainmaker because Sue Burlingame pushed off the buckles like a woman with something to prove. Clayton shifted in that direction though she wasn’t about to take her eyes off Blassenville, who looked quite willing to let the former stablemates tear one another to pieces.
“Get your eyes on me, Bex.” Susan snapped as she walked down the Camouflage Crusher. “That way I don’t have to listen to any excuses when I finally submit your ass in front of the whole--”
Becky exploded forward, her right leg scything up for a Big Boot that would’ve caved in Sue’s jaw if the three time former champ hadn’t tucked her head at just the right moment. The Burlingame Backers cheered the evasion, then roared all the louder when their heroine broke into a sprint and took to the skies, Sue leaning aaaaaalll the way back to THWHONK the point of her right knee into Celia’s jaw after the redhead had made it no more than four steps from the corner!
BUSAIKU KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i7os8WAbWu8
Leveled by the heiress’ sneaky Busaiku Knee, Blassenville barrel-rolled under the bottom rope so Burlingame and Clayton could settle their petty bickering in peace. Meanwhile, Sue rolled to one knee and confirmed Blassenville’s exit before turning her attention to the One Woman Army.
Unfazed by the brunette’s uncanny ability to make herself the center of attention, Clayton beckoned Sue back to her, then raised her right hand as an invitation to a Test of Strength. Sue noted it, nodded, stepped up and THWHAP! kicked the ol’ holy hell out of Becky’s right thigh! The champ grimaced, shook out her leg and planted it as firmly as before.
“What’s the matter, Sue? Afraid to lock hands with me?”
“Oh yeah, that’s it.” Burlingame chided. “You wanna grapple, soldier? You’ll have to catch me first.”
“You think I won’t?” Clayton’s tone was soft, but challenging.
“I think I’ll kick you numb before--”
Becky came for her, got this close to a Collar & Elbow before Susan interrupted with a Muy Thai Neck Clasp. Jerking the blonde’s chin down into her breastbone, Burlingame thum-thum-THUMPED a trio of Kneelifts into Clayton’s gut, then broke the clasp so she could send Becky backpedaling into the strands with a quick Push Kick. Clayton hit the ropes at stumble only to come out full speed ahead with a huge Lariat that hit Sue’s clavicle with a sound like a baseball bat striking wet clay! The Peacekeeper dropped to her knees in the aftermath whereas Burlingame was turned inside out before she hit the deck in a wide-eyed sprawl beside Clayton. Their conflict was less than a minute old when Becky hooked both legs in a strong bundle and pointed her challenger’s rump into the rafters for…
LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E8TPi43GxAI
ONE…
TWO…
Burlingame kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO’, but she remained stretched out on one side while Becky sat up and “NNNNGGGHHH!” Celia’s boot didn’t land with the smoothness of Sue’s knee or the abruptness of Bex’s Lariat, but it still made a decidedly unpleasant THUMP against the back of the champion’s skull!
Walking a circle around her fallen adversaries while Becky writhed on the mat swaddling her head in her arms, Celia addressed her words to the blonde though her hands were busy hauling Burlingame to all fours. “I’m surprised by such a show of hubris, Rebecca. Trying to dismiss your friend Susan from contention without making a concentrated effort to humiliate her? One might wonder if you were searching for a fluke victory.”
Becky offered nothing more cogent than a groan, so the Mistress of Puppets drew Burlingame into a tight Standing Headscissors and wrapped both arms around her waist. Flipping the heiress onto her shoulders like her name was Lily and not Susannah, Celia pivoted through a quarter turn so their combined shadows bisected Clayton’s midriff. Said shadow was ominous, though mercifully light on the champ’s fluttering tummy. This situation changed drastically once Celia went up on tiptoe and slung the Ace down in a Powerbomb turned Senton that THWHUMPED every bit of Burlingame’s hundred and thirty so pounds atop Clayton’s tummy!
Unfortunately for Sue, the presence of a camouflaged crash-pad didn’t mean she emerged unscathed. Indeed, her head bounced against the mat hard enough to birth galaxies behind her eyes, these colorful motes swirling and twisting in on one another as the Bankable Bombshell tumbled away from the gasping Bex.
“You’ll notice I made no effort to cover you, Rebecca.” Celia’s attention was firmly on Clayton now, the sinfully strong redhead peeling her fellow Destroyer off the mat in fits and starts. “Why is that, I know you would ask if the pain hadn’t dulled your senses. The answer is simple. Susan wants the title. You NEED validation in the eyes of all these imbeciles. But me?” Blassenville slapped on a Front Facelock, tossed Clayton’s near arm across her shoulders and reached down with her free (right) hand to catch hold of her nemesis’ waistband. “I simply desire to punish both of you on the largest stage possible. And unlike the two of you, I won’t leave this ring disappointed.”
With that the Crimson Cagliostro muscled Becky up to two o’clock, then dropped her back down so the blonde’s shins ‘twanged’ against the top rope. The innate springiness bounced Clayton all the way to high noon and quite a bit beyond because Celia pivoted her hips and simply tossed her into an ugly free-fall meant to drop her across Sue’s chest in another improvised SentoNO! A combination of cheers and groans from those assembled because the flattened Ace drew her knees up to her chest, thus ensuing a most painful landing for the FAWN World Champion!
REBOUND SUPLEX TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dhZeIsTCAjc
“Oh, that’s delightful. Truly Susannah, your preternatural talent for self preservation never ceases to entertain.” Celia noted with an evil smile. “Not that it will save you from suffering right alongside, or perhaps even underneath our hapless, dog-faced friend.”
“Smuuuhhhh… smarmy bytch.” Sue rasped in the midst of rolling to all fours. “I’m gonna kick that f*cking smirk down your throat if it’s the last thing I OOOOWWW!”
Not about to endure such sass from a whiny penitent, Blassenville strolled over and casually hopped in place, all the better to STAMP down on the brunette’s fingers! Susan yanked her fingers back and scrambled to verticality with both hands pressed to her chest, meaning she had no defense against the Headbutt Celia drove into the bridge of her nose!
Frozen in place by the eye-watering blow, Burlingame hissed in distress when Blassenville bent double and forced her head between the brunette’s thighs. Just like that she wrapped her arms around Sue’s thighs and stood up to drape the Ace down her broad back. Stomping over to where Bex was still prone on the mat, the Temptress stood at the champ’s feet, then snapped forward to sling Burlingame down in a particularly treacherous Alabama Slam! Clayton saw the attack coming but didn’t have to roll clear so she brought her arms up in a rough guard that absorbed the blow from the back of Sue’s skull that would’ve smashed her nose otherwise. Alas, that was the only silver lining because the weaponized Ace THWHUMPED down hard enough to smash the air from Becky’s lungs in a single loud ‘Ooooffffhh!’
With her foes stacked like cordwood, Blassenville bent down to collect two ankles in each hand. The crowd buzzed in ‘oh no she won’t!’ denial when the Temptress wrenched those stems in a set of stacked V’s, then bellowed with incredulous surprise when Celia stepped through with her left leg and crossed the captured gams over her encroaching thigh. Teeth bared in a predatory grin, Blassenville bundled all four ankles under her left arm and slowly turned Burlingame and Clayton onto their stomachs in a one on two Sharpshooter!
DOUBLE SHARPSHOOTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_gh1usZpDyQ
“Grrrrrhhhhhh….f*cking bytch!” Susan growled at the redhead over the roar of the FAWNatics. “I’m gonna break you in half!”
Beside her, Bex pressed both palms to the canvas and pushed herself up by a good six inches or so. “Save your breath, dammit. Brace your hands so we can get to the ropeRRRGGGHHH!”
Celia rose to her full height, then settled down and leaaaaaaaaaaned back to put much more torque on the struggling lab rats. “I’ve a better idea, Rebecca.” she tittered down to the World Champion. “Why don’t you try to choke Susannah unconscious before you sob your own surrender!”
“Don’t even think about it, Clayton.” Burlingame shifted from her elbows to her palms, the heiress stifling a groan as she did so. Blonde and brunette made no to attempt to synchronize their escape efforts, they just started dragging their way toward the ropes. Give Blassenville credit, she made her opponents fight for every inch of canvas, but not even the Mistress of Puppets could prevent the bendy-back and the Destroyer from reaching their shared destination.
“Break!” Clayton barked as soon as she wrapped a hand around the bottom strand.
“Get the f*ck off, freak.” Burlingame demanded half a heartbeat later.
Celia paid no attention to either of her adversaries, instead she made eye contact with Nick Castle until the Senior Official counted out, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” She tossed the tangled legs down and strutted to the middle of the ring while Bex clambered to one knee and Sue slid under the bottom rope to take a breather on the floor.
“You should join the coward while you still can, Rebecca.” Blassenville chided the One Woman Army. “In fact, take it a step further and retreat to the locker room before Burlingame betrays you or I humiliate you.”
Clayton shook her head ‘no’, then powered to verticality. “Threats don’t work on me, Blassenville. Never have, never will.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to cave your head in, just as soon as you stop cowering in the roNGH!”
Bex did as bade and put Celia’s head on a swivel with a Haymaker that caromed off the challenger’s jaw. Blassenville soaked it up with a grunt before answering with a stiff-fingered slap that CRACKED against Clayton’s right ear! This exchange was followed by a brief reprieve as nearly a decade of disdain was communicated by a single glare. Then they grabbed the hated other by the scruff of the neck and unleashed on forehead, chest and belly with a series of punches straight out of a hockey fight.
“Open those hands, ladies!” Castle shouted at his brawling charges. “I mean it! No closed fists to the--” Nick’s eyes went wide and he dove to one side, meaning he was out of the way when Susan leapt from the top rope and broadsided her opponents with a huge Springboard Missile Dropkick!
Becky and Celia careened in opposite directions, redhead and blonde landing flat on their backs while Sue bounced to verticality with a flawless kip-up. “COME ON!” the Rainmaker ordered the prone battlers. “Burlingame roared at the downed Destroyers. “Turn your back on me again, assholes! See what happens!”
“Miserable little attention whore.” Blassenville hissed after she’d made it to one knee. “You’re going to regret mouthing off to--”
The Rainmaker tried to put her heel through the bridge of the redhead’s nose with a Pump Kick that fell a few inches short because Celia caught her ankle in both hands. Shifting her grip to heel and toe, Blassenville made a point to twist the former World Champion’s ankle, thus keeping Sue off balance as she rose to boot leather. “One foot left, rich girl.” Celia taunted the bobbling Rainmaker. “Would you like to cede it now or shall I mangle this one fir--”
Burlingame sprang off her plant foot and whipped it at the side of Celia’s sku-- Blassenville dipped low to avoid the Enzugiri by the slimmest of margins. Sue managed to land on her palms rather than flat on her face and after a moment she popped up and kicked back to THUMP a Mule Kick to the taller woman’s chest.
That freed Burlingame’s other foot and she went at Celia with a furious series of Forearm Smashes that had her backpedaling toward the nearest cor-SMECK! The Crimson Cagliostro walked through Sue’s last shot to wrap both hands around the heiress’ throat! Susan grabbed hold of Blassenville’s wrists like she expected the Temptress to muscle her into the air, meaning she was caught off guard when Celia pivoted in a half circle and slung her against the buckles with an audible ‘bwung!’
Sue draped her arms over the top rope to stay vertical, a tacit invitation for Blassenville to charge the corner for a huge Avalanche Spl--“OOFFH!” Sue flicked her right leg out in a high kick that clapped across the side of the taller woman’s face. Celia staggered back into the center of the squared circle and Burlingame chased after in a dead sprint that burned through the distance in a matter of heartbeats. Catching the Clinical Killer’s noggin in a Front Facelock, Sue sprang into the air and whipped through a half circle that laid the Ace out flat and THWHONKED Blassenville down on the crown of her skull with a beautiful Tornado DDT!
RUNNING TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2_gWhStA3c
Celia somersaulted through onto her butt while Sue rolled back onto her shoulders and sprang upright in another flawless kip--THWHACK! Becky’s Big Boot connected where Celia’s had missed, the FAWN World Champion putting Burlingame’s head somewhere in the upper deck with a single massive shot! The BFG didn’t even cast a glance in Blassenville’s direction, she just Splashed down on Sue’s midsection and hooked the far leg in a Back Press that earned her the…
BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5bv0yFUc5Dk
ONE…
TWO…
THNO!
Burlingame kicked out and flopped onto her stomach in a single motion to maintain her place in the main event. “Got a little too cute, Sue.” Clayton huffed at the brunette as she got to her feet and forced the Ace to stand alongside. “Lemme remind you what cute gets you against me.”
Becky slipped her right arm between the challenger’s thighs, hooked her left arm over Burlingame’s shoulders and ‘hupped’ the bendy-back into position across her chest. A glance in Blassenville’s direction confirmed the redhead had made it to one knee, so rather than waste time she twisted left and snapped right, the One Woman Army pivoting through a full rotation on her right foot to THAWHAM Sue against the deck with a massive Swinging Power Slam! Burlingame bounced hard enough to turn her onto one side, if Clayton hadn’t pressed in chest to chest and drew the far leg up tight for…
SWINGING POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aS6tD9f0YvE
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Sue broke loose with a second to spare, the near-fall allowing Becky precious seconds to lean back and catch her breath. “Still feeling forgotten, Sue?” the blonde asked. “Still want to be the center of attentRRRGGGGHH!”
Celia pressed her hands against the sides of Clayton’s head, all the better to gouge her fingers into the champion’s eyes! “I appreciate the maliciousness in your tone, Rebecca.” Blassenville chuckled, the powerful redhead paying no attention to the protestations of Clayton, Castle or the crowd. “But it seems a war on two fronts is beyond your admittedly limited strategic capabilitRHHNNGGGHH!”
Becky reached back with both hands and captured Celia’s head in a similar grip, though she twisted the Temptress’ ears rather than gouge her eyes. This counterattack allowed the blonde to clamber to boot-leather only to drop to one knee and flip Celia off her feet and onto her butt which in turn landed full force on the pit of Sue’s stomach!
Blinking her vision back to normal in the wake of Blassenville’s wicked clawing, an angry Camouflage Crusher leaned forward and snaked her arm around Celia’s neck to wrench her head backward in an Inverted Facelock. Celia immediately sought the champion’s eyes again, but Bex swatted the efforts aside and made her nemesis pay with half a dozen Overhand Forearm Smashes that smashed across Blassenville’s chest. “Is that what you call attacking a girl from behind, bytch? Attacking on two fronts?” Clayton reached down with her clubberin’ hand and grabbed on above the other Destroyer’s right hip. No answer from the Clinical Killer, which was fine with Becky, as it meant she didn’t have to deal with any extra sass as she muscled the both of ‘em to verticality.
Removing Blassenville from Burlingame’s midsection let Sue draw in a deep, whooping breath she coughed up in a span of heartbeats because the One Woman Army made a point to deliver a single quick Stomp to the pit of the heiress’ fluttering tummy! With Sue fighting for breath and Celia bent backward in an awkward arch, Becky dipped into a deep crouch and hoisted the Mistress of Puppets up, over and down, Celia’s descent describing a swift, smooth arc that culminated with the nauseating THAWHAM of gut on canvas! The impact tumbled Blassenville over onto her back and Clayton was right there to capitalize with a Crossbody good for the…
INVERTED SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWQCGkRxADE
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Celia kicked out and barrel-rolled away from the BFG, sacrificing a few strands of her coppery braid to do so. Bex grumbled, started to rise and THWHAP!
A strong kick lashed across the back of the champ’s right thigh, forcing her to stumble sideways before she regained her balance. Rounding in an instant, Clayton raised her hands and snapped, “You too, Sue? No wonder you and Celia can’t stand each other, you’re exactly the same.”
“Get the f*ck over yourself.” the Rainmaker countered. “Can’t take the moral high ground when you’re dumping ginger trash all over me. You want to get whipped face to face? Bring it on, tuff girl!”
Becky did just that, or at least tried. She’d barely made it a step when Burlingame made her pay for the advance with a stinging kick to the blonde’s right thigh. “That’s it?” Clayton slapped the rising welt half a dozen times, clearly unimpressed with the Ace’s striking power. “That’s all you’re bringing to the ‘Mania? C’mon SuNNGH!”
Burlingame kicked the champ’s left thigh twice, then shifted her focus back to the right, a choice that proved quite detrimental when Becky trapped the brunette’s leg between her torso and right arm. Bex flicked out her left hand and wrapped it around the heiress’ throat to ensure Sue couldn’t take flight off her plant foot. With Burlingame hooked at throat and gam, Clayton gathered her strength and ripped Susan off the canvas for a Choke Slam or possible a Spinebust--“RRRGGGHH!”
The Bankable Bombshell laced her hands together in a Double Axehandle and brought it down on Clayton’s elbow to break the Goozle before she could be returned to the canvas under less controlled conditions. Becky threw a Haymaker, Sue ducked and whipped ‘round behind to pin the World Champ’s arms overhead in a tight Full Nelson. Clayton’s eyes went wide, alas that’s about all the defense she could muster against the perfectly vicious bridge Sue used to PLANT the Camouflage Crusher on the back of her head and neck with a Dragon Suplex! Sue kept her hands locked on impact and went up on tiptoe to keep Clayton folded in half for the…
DRAGON SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TKtbQWowUD0
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Becky powered to a seat to break the count, but she hadn’t even made it to one knee when Sue snuggled in behind and slapped on a Waistlock. “Get up.” Burlingame demanded as she forced the woozy powerhouse to do just that. “This is what you wanted, Bex. So get right the f*ck up.”
“Guuuuhhhh… gonna put my boot up your ass, SuHRRRGGGGHH!”
Burlingame didn’t much care for that kind of talk, so she dropped into a deep squat and snapped off another bridge to PLANT Clayton with a stiff German Suplex. Sue held the Waistlock but not the bridge, the heiress instead rolling to her stomach to return to boot-leather with the sagging Peacekeeper in tow. The crowd knew what was coming, not that it dampened their cheers for the second German Suplex in the slightest. Indeed they grew that much louder when the Ace rolled through and stood up with the increasingly shopworn champion hanging in her grip.
“The title‘s coming home with me, girl.” Burlingame murmured in the blonde’s ear. “And there’s not a damned thing you can do about HURGH!”
The air burst from Sue’s lungs in a surprised gasp when Celia crowded in on her six and clamped on a Waistlock. “That’s MY line, rich girl.” The Temptress took her position at the head of this Suplex Parade with a single convulsive yank, Blassenville earning a roar of genuine amazement by hurling the combined two-hundred and seventy something pounds of Clayton and Burlingame across the squared circle with a massive German Suplex!
TEMPTING GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2mk9KBgMjh4
Sue’s Waistlock disintegrated when they touched down, meaning Clayton was free to roll clear and collect herself near the ropes. Sue herself remained caught in Blassenville’s coil, the tawny brunette looking more like a slack bundle of laundry than a three time former World Champion when the Crimson Cagliostro hauled ‘em to their feet.
Pivoting around to better display her glassy-eyed prey to the hard camera, Celia abandoned the Waistlock and deftly slipped her left arm around Sue’s throat so she could bend her backward into an Inverted Facelock. Considering the prolonged game of ‘Anything You Can Do’ these women had been playing since the bell sounded, the FAWNatics fully expected Blassenville to splatter Burlingame across the deck with an Inverted Suplex, however the Temptress lived to subvert (read: destroy) expectations so instead of stealing from Clayton’s pitiful playbook she slipped her right arm under Sue’s right bicep and locked her hands. Soon as that was done she reefed up, kicked her left leg back and launched both challengers into a dizzying barrel roll that SPIKED Burlingame one the crown of her skull!
AVERSION THERAPY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=68TRsbJNiY0
Sue slopped onto her back in a boneless sprawl and Celia didn’t simply pin her, she hurried forward and planted her glutes atop the Ace’s hapless features in a Full Reverse Face Sit! Leaning forward even as the throng let out a deafening ‘Ooooooooohhhhh!’, Blassenville hooked Burlingame’s right leg at the knee and cranked it backward in an unbreakable Half Matchbook. She’d just settled into her mount when Nick Castle swooped in and slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Even close inspection after the fact couldn’t confirm whether or not Susan kicked out, yet her time in the match continued because Becky Clayton barreled in from the right to knock Celia from her perch with low-flying Shoulderblock!
“WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU DOING, YOU IMBECILE?” Blassenville roared at Clayton as she scrambled to her feet. “ELIMINATION RULES, REMEMBER? YOU SUGGESTED IT!”
“Damn right I did.” Becky confirmed. “Because I mean to beat BOTH of you tonight.”
Celia blinked and the anger in her face gave way to a sort of sardonic amusement. “What a revelation. All this time I thought Susannah was the biggest attention whore in FAWN. But it’s been you all along. Thank you for enlightening me, Rebecca.”
Becky shook her head in disgust, then raised both hands and beckoned Blassenville to do the same. “Protect yourself, Celia. Because I’m coming to cave your head in.”
The Temptress chuckled, the sound of it soft and incredulous. Eyes going cold as she did as bade, Celia said, “I’d love to see you try you gutless piece of shyt.”
Becky came at her behind a furious vanguard of lefts and rights, a blistering combination of jabs, hooks and body shots designed to tear through her nemesis’ strong chassis. Blassenville soaked up the worst of it with her guard, perhaps one in every five shots getting through to pound at her flanks. She endured these with little more than a grimace and the occasional counterpunch that connected with the blonde’s chin. Their exchange continued in this fashion for nearly twenty seconds before Celia dipped a jab and THWHACKED a quick Uppercut off the other Destroyer’s chin!
Clayton reeled, then staggered when the redhead went on offense with a straight right hand that connected flush with Bex’s mouth! Her hands dropped so Celia flattened out one hand and SLAPPED Clayton’s face hard enough to make her ears ring! Becky’s eyes widened in ‘how could you?’ shock that didn’t have time to curdle into rage because the Clinical Killer lunged and sprang off her back foot in a Bicycle Kick meant to remove Clayton’s head from her shouldNOOOO!
Bex tucked her head and rushed under the kick to come up back to back with Blassenville and face to face with Sue Burling-- the Rainmaker stutter-stepped into a Super Kick that Clayton couldn’t dodge so she simply swatted it aside with both hands at the last possible instant! Turning to find Blassenville as Burlingame tried to recover from the miss, the One Woman Army found herself facing down a murderous Lariat coming for her-- Becky got low and lunged in, driving one shoulder into the challenger’s upper thighs even as she cinched her arms around those sturdy stems. Then she shot up on tiptoes and dropped backward with every intention of splattering Blassenville on the deck with a Flapja--’OOOOOOOOHHHHH!’ from the crowd when Sue rushed in from the right and went airborne to catch Celia’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock that transformed the humble Flapjack into a hellacious double team Ace Crusher!
UNINTENTIONAL TEAM WORK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7E8cvONDhQ
Holding on through the ring-shivering landing, Susan somersaulted into a seat and tucked Blassenville’s head under her right arm just before she draped the Temptress’ left arm over her left thigh. Root of All Evil, Sue Burlingame to Celia Blassenville. “TAP!” the Ace bellowed at Celia as she poured on the pressure. “TAP THE F*CK OUT!”
“What do you say, Celia?” Castle asked the thrashing redhead. “What do you--”
“NO!” came the emphatic reply. “NOW GET THE HELL AWAY FROM--NOOOOORRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!”
Another deafening roar from the FAWNatics when Becky Clayton went back to back with Sue and crouched down to lay claim to Celia’s ankles. Tucking the other Destroyer’s right ankle into the put of her left knee, Bex wedged Blassenville’s left foot under her right arm, then locked her hands and sat down DEEP.
Texas Cloverleaf, Becky Clayton to Celia Blassenville.
“Tell me something, Celia!” Nick’s tone was urgent. The Senior Official didn’t much care for the Temptress, but he couldn’t help but sympathize with anyone caught in this particular trap. “Just say the word and I’ll get you--”
In the end Celia didn’t say a word, she did however reach out and slap the mat half a dozen times.
Nick called for the bell at once, but neither Sue or Becky relinquished their holds until the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, Celia Blassenville has been eliminated!”
The former stablemates pushed up and trudged in opposite directions to put some distance between themselves before turning around to regard one another over the exhausted, trembling wreckage of Celia Blassenville.
“Nice assist, soldier.” Burlingame conceded after a short stretch of silence. “But who’s gonna help you?”
Becky rolled her shoulders. “I don’t need anyone to help put you down, Sue. Never have. Never will.”
Between them, Nick helped Celia roll to the edge of the ring. With their battleground thus cleared, Sue started to circle and Becky did the same. “Need I remind you, Clayton? This is ‘Mania. I dim stars and humble legends at ‘Mania. You may be strong, but you’re no different.”
Clayton stopped in her tracks, eyes locked on the Ace. “Something tells me you’ll change your tune once you’ve got a faceful of camouflage.”
Sue’s answering smile was a cold warning. “That’s not a game you want to play with me, Bex. You’ll lose.”
“Prove it.”
More than willing to provide her standard-bearer bona fides to the World Champion, Burlingame came for Clayton showing Super Kick but PWAAAKED a Back Kick into the blonde’s belly when Bex got her hands up a split-second too soon. That shot forced Becky to cede a few steps though she didn’t take a knee until the heiress connected with an identical kick to the meat of her right thigh. Sue backed up to give herself a bit more runway only to curse the decision (or perhaps her foe’s tenacity) when Clayton rose before she could carry out her plan. But adjusting on the fly was never a problem for the Bankable Bombshell so she stuffed another Back Kick into the pit of Becky’s stomach, then leapt up and lashed with an Enzugiri aimed at her temp-- Clayton jerked her head back, leaving Burlingame’s boot to pass within an inch or two of the tip of her nose.
Sue landed on her feet despite the miss, though her back was to the Camouflage Crusher and this proved quite problematic when Becky crowded in behind and pinned both arms overhead with a burly, neck-straining Full Nelson. Clayton brought her power advantage to beat at once, the big blonde just rag-dolling her opponent for ten seconds or more. Sue’s legs didn’t give out though they were showing some serious wobble, so Castle stepped in to check. “How you doing, Sue? Can you contin--”
Becky must’ve been confident of Burlingame’s answer because rather than let her answer she powered the Ace into the sky and THWHAMMED her into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a Herculean Full Nelson Slam! Sue’s legs shot up on impact, so Becky dropped to all fours and wedged her shoulders into the pits of the challenger’s knees to secure her in a Matchbook Pin good for the…
FULL NELSON SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gp7WE5kpTE
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TWO…
THR--“HRGH!”
Susan pushed off far enough to get a shoulder off the mat, but rather than simply escape the cover she took hold of Clayton’s right wrist and promptly scissored her legs around the champ’s head and right arm to secure a tight Triangle Choke! Ankles locked, Sue bore down and craaaaaaaaaaaanked back, the Rainmaker fighting to get Clayton’s bicep snugged across her own throat.
TRIANGLE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKH0C7qBcQU
Bex didn’t just let it happen though, she curled her free hand into a fist and pounded on the vise of her opponent’s legs. When that didn’t pop her loose she clamped that hand to Burlingame’s right shoulder and crawled forward to get a knee against the canvas. This adjustment put Sue on her shoulders, but rather than try to hold the cover she let out a roar and got to her feet with the Rainmaker still clinging to the Triangle! The position was awkward to say the least, so Clayton moved her grippin’ hand to the small of Sue’s back which made it much easier to muscle the brunette onto her shoulders in the stall position for a Powerbomb!
Cursing the ridiculous strength of the One Woman Army, Sue shifted her grip from Clayton’s wrist to her elbow and shoved the champ’s bicep back into her face. It didn’t do a damned thing for the Triangle, it did serve as a suitable distraction, one that let Burlingame rain down Hammer Punches on the crown of the blonde’s skull with her free hand. “Put me down, Bex!” Susan demanded of the stubbornly vertical Destroyer. Put me down or I’ll NGH!”
Becky CLAPPED a sort of low-angled Bell Ringer into the challenger’s ribs, the pair of stereo slaps earning a loud ‘oooooohhh’ from the sold-out crowd. Though Clayton certainly appreciated the noise, at the moment she was far more concerned with the loosening of Burlingame’s tawny stems. Another heavy swat popped the lock on the heiress’ ankles, so Becky moved her hands to Sue’s backside and pushed up while simultaneously twisting the Ace around in a half circle. It would’ve turned the Powerbomb stall into an Electric Chair if Clayton had stayed in place, but the Camouflage Crusher stepped out from under her burden so that Sue fell straight into a Waistlock Clayton secured when Burlingame’s toes were still a few inches above the canvas. Dropping into a deep crouch in the midst of gouging her knotted fists into the pit of Sue’s stomach, Becky popped her hips and laid out flat to turn the Rainmaker inside out with a sheer-drop German SuplNOOOO! Burlingame tumbled through the flip and landed on one knee just as Clayton was twisting to the same. THWHACK! Sue twisted Bex’s head to the side with a Low Super Kick that put the champ flat on her butt!
LOW SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YON_fKj8VRo
“Goddamn, are you f*cking kidding me?” Burlingame called a halt to her aggressive encroachment because Becky scrambled to her feet like the mat was electrified or there were springs in her boots or whatever other ridiculous saying might explain how she’d just soaked up what should’ve been a knock-out shot.
Not that Clayton was coming for her, at the moment it was the exact opposite. Back turned to the tenacious Ace, Becky stumbled in two or three fencepost holes as she fought to reach the sanctuary of the ropes. Safety was no more than arm’s length away when Susan rushed in and leapt onto the Peacekeeper’s shoulders. Becky stumbled that much closer to the strands, alas they were still maddeningly out of reach when Sue popped her hips and twisted backward, the three time former World Champ landing flat on her tummy while Clayton THWHONKED down on the back of her head and shoulders.
POISONED 'RANA @ 00:11
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fy28SzNv_RA
That virulent dose of Sue’s Poisoned ‘Rana sent Becky tumbling from one side of the squared circle to the other, the glassy-eyed Destroyer actually making it to her feet only to collapse all wobby-butt and exhausted against the middle rope. Smelling blood in the water, Burlingame raced after Clayton, then overshot the mark by vaulting over the ropes to the apron. Becky noted the movement and turned in that direction only to pay for the privilege when the Bankable Bombshell smacked a high Roundhouse off her forehead.
Bex sagged against the strands and got her noggin snatched in a Front Facelock by her former stablemate. Climbing onto the second rope from the outside, Sue bent her knees and launched skyward, the limber brunette pointing the toes of her boots toward the rafters half a heartbeat before she swung into the ring and laid out on her back to SPIKE Becky’s pate with her Trust FunDDT! Clayton rolled through to a slumped seat and didn’t move until Burlingame grabbed both shoulders and pressed her down flat. Soon as that was done she looped an arm around the blonde’s strong thighs and pointed her ass at the lights with a Back Press good for…
TRUST FUNDDT @ 1:40
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9dfwlnfvj4
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Bex twitched her way to freedom with a whisper to spare, her escape so late that Nick raised a warning hand to the Timekeeper.
As for Sue, she went to raise three fingers for Castle, then decided against it when she realized his attention was elsewhere. Spinning to her stomach, the heiress stood up and promptly dropped to one knee on the champ’s six. No posturing or theatrics from Sue now, not even the hint of a smile when a contingent of Burlingame Backers began to chant SUSIE FOUR TIMES! over and over again. The BFG wasn’t aware of the crowd noise or the looming threat, all she knew was that she had to get off the mat. That thought became a mantra, which in turn gave her the strength to clamber to all fours. From there she rose to boot-leather and-- Sue leapt to meet her, the Ace hooking her arms around Becky’s head in a Three Quarters FaceloNOOOOOOOO!
Clayton got both hands against the small of Burlingame’s back and pushed her up and over, the started challenger ultimately landing belly-down atop the champion’s right shoulder. As counters went it wasn’t the most high impact, yet it left Burlingame in a most dangerous position, as the brunette (and the rest of the FAWNatics) realized when Bex caught hold of her foe’s biceps and muscled her up into a face-first Cruci-- Clayton tossed Burlingame that much higher, then caught a Front Facelock of her own and plunged to the deck to THA-WHAM Susan down with a thunderous SNAFU! Fueled by a heady mix of instinct and adrenaline, the Camouflage Crusher rolled over onto the starfished Ace and cradled the leg while a chorus several thousand strong tolled off the…
SNAFU:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVO2lW92ozk
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Susan crawled out from under that heavy ordinance at the last possible second, her escape leaving Becky with her head in her hands and the Howling Commandos roaring at the top of their lungs. A lesser will might’ve succumbed to that massed frustration, but Becky Clayton settled for pounding a fist against the mat before burying her hands in Susan’s hair. Nodding a thanks to her fans when both ladies were back on their feet, Becky slipped an arm between Sue’s wobbly stems and quickly hefted her onto her right shoulder.
A bellow of ‘SNAFU!’ shook the rafters when Clayton muscled the Rainmaker into another Reverse Crucifix, though it gave way to a buzz of confusion when the One Woman Army raced at a corner on the far side of the ring. Bex was still several steps shy of her destination when she went up on tiptoe and slung Sue into a sickening face-first collision with the second turnbuckle!
LAWN DART:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YO4xyish9Uc
Burlingame bounced away, landed on her hip and shoulder and slopped onto her belly with both arms swaddling her aching skull. She hadn’t done much of anything else when Becky stomped over and peeled her off the canvas in stages. Give her credit, the heiress hooked a weary clinch and even threw a few knees to the champ’s belly, but the combination of FUBAR and Lawn Dart had robbed them of their power and she was forced to go where Becky wanted her to go, namely the corner she’d so recently bounced from.
Her return proved far more traditional, though no less rough, as Clayton drove her against the buckles with a Shoulderblock before lifting her into a seat in the high rent district. A single European Uppercut to the chin rocked Sue back at an awkward angle, giving the champ plenty of time to turn around and climb onto the bottom rope. Reaching over her right shoulder with both hands, Clayton palmed Burlingame’s noggin and pulled her forward into that tummy-down over the shoulder position that had become so familiar over the last minute or so.
With Susan secured like a woozy sack of laundry, Bex climbed to the middle rope, then shifted her grip from midsection to biceps, all the better to lift Burlingame into her third face-first Crucifix. The crowd noise was louder than ever, yet Clayton didn’t hear much of anything beyond her own heartbeat when she simultaneously tossed Sue out and stepped into the void. Catching hold of Burlingame’s head in the half-heartbeat before gravity claimed them both in the mother of all SNAFU’s!
Susannah bounced without turning over, forcing Becky to spend some more energy she didn’t have to barrel the heiress onto her back. Hooking the far leg even as she rolled Burlingame into a Back Press, Clayton cinched her loose arm around the back of Sue’s head, then locked her hands in a loop that held through the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Becky’s grip collapsed and she sat up with her head in her hands, the woman once chided as ‘the shortest reigned World Champ in history’ unable to keep it in check when the Announcer bellowed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall, and STILL the FAWN World Champion… BECKY CLAYTON!”
The sound of her name in the rafters rolled Bex to all fours en route to full verticality, the victorious blonde stretching her arms wide take in every bit of the massed good will. Already cacophonous, the celebration threatened to reach deafening levels when Nick Castle hurried over with the ten pounds of leather and gold. “It may be a cliché, but I’ll say it anyway.” the Senior Official noted. “Congratulations, champ. You earned it.”
Becky claimed her prize, pressing the faceplate to her forehead for several seconds before she turned to the capacity crowd and raised it one hand. “THIS IS MINE!” she slapped the faceplate with each word for proper emphasis. “You want your shot? Please, step up and take it, I’m begging you. Just know one thing…” Honing in on a camera observing the action from the floor near the base of a ring-post, Clayton strode to that corner and climbed to the second rope so she could beckon the cameraman for a close-up. Once she had it, the One Woman Army laid the strap over her shoulder and explained, “You better be ready for war.”
Becky’s expression suggested there was something else on her mind, however her attention was drawn over one shoulder at the sound of an interested roar from the crowd. Set on one knee with some assistance from Nick, Sue Burlingame meant to roll under the bottom rope without fanfare, but she got to her feet when Clayton came over to offer her hand.
Sue waved her off and made it to boot-leather on her own, though she was barely a shadow of her usual steady self. Not entirely sure how to handle the notoriously mercurial Rainmaker, Becky let the belt slide into one hand so she could try another handshake. “Thank you, Sue.” the Destroyer murmured. “No one else could have brought that out of--”
‘OOOOOOHHH!’ from the FAWNatics when Burlingame swatted the champ’s hand aside with a derisive little kick. “What, we f*cking shake hands now?” she snorted at the surprise that flashed across Becky’s face. “Where’s my hug, Clayton?”
Sue pulled her into a hug that Bex returned with interest, champion and challenger embracing to the approval of everyone, even the hard-hearted scoundrels in section 1408.
“This is your time, girl.” Sue spoke directly into Becky’s ear to be heard over the din. “Don’t let anyone tell you it’s not. Don’t let anyone take it from you.”
Becky stepped back, offered the heiress a questioning smile. “Not even you?
“ESPECIALLY not me.” Sue grinned. “If I’m this obnoxious with three runs, can you imagine four? I’d be downright insufferable!”
“Cuz you’re not already?”
“You wanna make this two out of three falls, soldier?”
“Do you, rich girl?”
“Some other time, I think. See ya ‘round, Bex.” Sue swatted Becky on the shoulder and made her way out of the ring to an enthusiastic round of applause from the Burlingame Backers.
Alone with FAWN’s top prize at the tail end of the biggest show of the year, Becky Clayton finally strapped the gold around her waist to ensure she was properly decorated when she set out on the biggest victory march of her decorated career.