Post by SammieSinclair on Feb 7, 2015 17:07:35 GMT
It wasn’t too often that the Ring Announcer got nervous, but there were definitely butterflies in his stomach when he said, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is the Bankable Bombshell, the Rainmaker, THE ACE, she is SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPoIznBujEA
The speakers cut loose with an electronic scream and those assembled countered with more of the throat-born variety, such was always the reaction when the Ace made her presence felt. Always happiest when she was the center of attention, Sue Burlingame stretched through the curtain and stretched her arms in a wide ‘T’ that called down a ‘BOOM’ of cold blue pyro from overhead. The boos gained ground earlier than usual not because the tawny hardbody was wearing a tee-shirt, but because she was wearing the ’Technically Marvellous’ shirt, a clear jab at her opponent this evening. Also visible were her usual black boots with matching gold-trimmed pads, not to mention a microphone, which she produced from behind her back.
SUE BURLINGAME:
“I know what you’re all thinking!” Burlingame told them with a grin. “You’re thinking, wouldn’t it be the best karma ever if some foolish bytch were to come down this aisle in a few minutes with the idea of making this a Triple Threat Match.” A large cheer rose from the FAWNatics, apparently they had been entertaining such an idea. Susan shook her head ‘no’. “Well believe me when I tell you that isn’t going to happen. As much as my opponent and I might disagree on other topics, when it comes to kicking each others asses all over that ring, we are of a single mind. Simply put, we… don’t… share. So, if anyone WAS thinking of trying to crash this party, here’s a promise. Do so much as show your face and me and the dinosaur will team up just long enough to make sure you never show it again. Understood? Good. Glad we had this little talk.”
With all law thusly laid down, Sue dropped the mic, then grabbed the bottom edge of her tee-shirt in both hands and peeled it up over her head to reveal the dark blue two-piece with gold trim. Taking it slow because she goddamned well could, the Rainmaker avoided all hands friendly or otherwise until she broke into a full on sprint, dove under the bottom rope and sprang to her feet. Positioned directly in the center of the ring, she tipped a wink to Nick Castle, then backed into the corner that afforded the best view of a woman she’d soon usher into retirement.
The Announcer raised his mic once Sleighbells faded into the background. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Woodsboro California, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds. She is the Technical Marvel, the Woodsboro Mangler, the brunette buzz saw… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
WHEREVER I MAY ROAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5TnPjOd_To
SYDNEY DESCHAIN:
The sold-out crowd turned to the stage just as the clanging gong of ‘Wherever I May Roam’ summoned the Mangler from backstage. Deschain was greeted by a wall of sound as she stepped into view, everyone from Jacobites to Beach Brigadiers and displaced Kylie Corps offered their support to the woman starting the last year of her FAWN contract. Quietly pleased by the reception, the battle-hardened veteran raised a hand, brushed a thumb against the tip of her nose, then raised an index finger overhead. Deschain nodded when the sigil went up a thousand times over, then looked to a camera that’d pulled up alongside and said, “Don’t go anywhere. This is where it gets really interesting.” Simple and to the point, yet more than enough to keep myriad at home viewers rooted to their seats when she started down the aisle.
For the all important first stop on this twelve date tour, the brunette wore a black tankini with thin white trim and matte gray boots and pads. Though both sides of the ramp featured signs proclaiming fervent loyalty or passionate entreaties to stay just a little while longer, the Marvel’s eyes were for Susan only. She’d heard the Courtier’s speech before she came out and while it was all true, she certainly wouldn’t put it past the heiress to set a trap to give her an early advantage.
Yet no threat other than the Rainmaker presented itself and Deschain made it to the base of the steps without incident. Pausing just a moment to take in the electricity in the air, she strode up the steps, wiped the soles of her boots on the apron and slid through the ropes. Already honed in on Burlingame, she went straight to the center of the ring and claimed it as her own. The look on her face told Susan she was free to dispute ownership if she were of the mind, but Susan held her ground, apparently preferring to wait until the beating was nice and legal. Syd held her gaze a moment longer, then nodded once and backed into the opposite corner, where the senior official was already waiting to check her pads and boots.
The crowd, already at a fever pitch, grew all the louder when the bell CLANGED and the pair of alpha brunettes went straight for one another. Susan came on with her hands curled into loose fists and held in front of her chest while Sydney kept her hands at shoulder level with palms pointed toward her opposition. Cutting left before they could draw to grappling distance, Burlingame walked a slowly tightening spiral around Deschain, forcing the Marvel to pivot with her, lest she give the Rainmaker an angle advantage.
Though Sue was more than ready to lock up with her longtime rival, she forced herself to draw out the cat & mouse game with a few feints and extremely short kicks, all of which Syd avoided or flat out ignored. Abruptly tired of the foreplay, she popped up on her toes and would’ve lunged in for a clinch if Deschain hadn’t dropped into a crouch and whipped her left leg out and around like a scythe. Peeling off a back flip without even thinking about it, Burlingame evaded the sweep, then rushed the penitent brunette and brought her right knee up like a piston to--Sydney swatted that tawny bludgeon away with a heartbeat to spare and sprang to verticality while the Ace rounded on one heel.
Deschain didn’t immediately invade her personal space so Burlingame did it instead, darting in close to unleash a side kick to her opponent’s thi--The Woodsboro Mangler raised her left leg and their shins collided with a solid ‘smack!’ As of yet unimpressed, Burlingame tried a half dozen more side kicks but each one of them was absorbed by that same kickboxing style counter.
Sydney had yet to say a word, yet the calm assurance in her dark eyes tweaked Sue’s pride more than she’d admit out loud and so she rushed in behind a barrage of jabs so fierce the older woman had no choice but to bring her forearms together in a guard. Striking something was better than nothing, but the heiress knew damned well she was doing nothing in terms of actual damage, which was why she clasped her hands across the back of Deschain’s neck and jerked her into a huge Kneelift to the NO! Syd twisted aside so that her foe’s knee skimmed along her midsection instead of impaling it full force. In the same instant she wrapped her arms around Burlingame’s upper thighs, dipped low and slung her up into the lights for an improvised Back Body Dro-
’Oooooooooohhhh!’ Susan sensed Sydney’s intent as it became reality and she managed to push off at precisely the right moment. So rather than land flat on her back like a chump, she soared through a graceful arc and landed came down with all the grace of a jungle cat. Unable to help herself, the Ace of the Black Court spread her arms wide and exclaimed, “I’m walkin’ between the raindrops here, people! Still not used to it, are ya?”
Accompanied by an exhilarating mix of love and disdain, Burlingame spun back to her opponent and was mildly surprised when Deschain treated her to a brief golf clap. “Not bad at all, Sue.” she admitted. “Thanks for bringing your A-game, I appreciate it.”
Susan nodded and ‘snapped’ her bottoms a little tighter against her hips. “And I appreciate getting to open your farewell tour. What say you and I tear this house down?” she extended her hand to the Marvel, a gesture greeted with some incredulity by those assembled. Sydney however reached out and-- Burlingame SLAPPED her hand aside, then licked the tip of one index finger and pressed it against her palm and made a loud hissing noise. “NO, NO, NO!” Sue chided Deschain and the irritated FAWNatics like a benevolent teacher imparting a lesson. “Old ladies should know better than to touch something so hoNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Sydney tagged her across the cheek with a backhanded Bytch Slap so stiff it spun the other brunette in a half circle. Dead silent now, Burlingame checked her lips for blood, found none and turned to face the woman stupid enough to disrespect her so blatantly. “You’re going to pay for that, hag.”
The Technical Marvel stepped back and spread her arms wide, daring the Ace to come at her again. “You’re the one who wanted to play a few rounds of Arrogant Bytch, little girl. Don’t get pissed just because I’m better at it than you--”
Burlingame pounced, sweeping her into a Collar & Elbow so forceful it sent them both staggering several steps. “You’re not better than me,” Sue snarled as she muscled the veteran toward the nearest corner, “never have been, never will be. That’s why you’ve been trying to hold me down since I walked through the doors at WOLF.”
Almost at the buckles now, Burlingame shoved Deschain the rest of the way in, then tummied up with every ounce of weight and kept right on talkin’ that trash. “But it didn’t work though, did it, Syd? I’m already a two time World Champion, the woman who steals every show she’s on AND the Ace of the faction that keeps the wheels from falling off this goddamned train!” Ignoring Castle’s demands to release the clench, Burlingame jabbed her forehead against Sydney’s in a miniature Headbutt and ground it back n’ forth, forcing even more domineering contact. “What did you do with your time in FAWN, bytch? A whole lot of nothing! You never even SNIFFED a Main Event unless I was carrying your sorry NNNGGHH!”
Sydney wrapped her arms around the other brunette’s waist, shoved off the corner and torqued her hips to BWUUUNG Susannah into the spot she’d just escaped. Keeping her hands locked, Deschain poured pressure into the Bear Hug to make sure the former World Champ had something to distract her while the Marvel offered her retort. “You weren’t ready for that first title,” she growled into Burlingame’s ear, “you were still green as grass, it’s amazing the Empire didn’t finish you then and there.”
Sue cursed, tried to answer with a Bear Hug of her own but couldn’t get her arms into place so she settled for burying both hands in her adversary’s hair. “Let go of me, bytch.” the heiress growled. “Right fahking GGGRRRHHHHHHH!” Sydney pulled them out by a foot or so (mostly to make Nick shut up) then hammered Burlingame’s spine into the thinly-padded steel. That got Burlingame’s talons out of her hair, alas it did not stop Castle, who was actively trying to force his way between the battling brunettes.
“C’mon Syd!” he huffed. “Rules still apply, even to the short timers!”
She squeeeeeeeeezed Sue’s ribs a little harder, but nodded her consent. “Fine. Just back off, I don’t want to deal with you and little Miss Trustfund at the same time.” The ref thought that acceptable, so he did as asked and sure enough, Syd unlocked her hands. Trailing them along Sue’s hips, she raised them to shoulder level without any overt sign of aggression.
Seething with Marvel hate, Burlingame hissed, “Don’t back off too fast now, grandma. Wouldn’t want you to break a--”
Deschain pressed her left hand to Susan’s cheek and pie-faced her so hard it bloodied the Courtier’s bottom lip. With Sue looking away from her momentarily, Syd patted her shoulders and finally cleared off. “Had something on your face for a second there, Susan. Don’t worry, I got it for you.”
The Rainmaker licked the red off her lip before she focused on the woman who’d just signed her life away. “You won’t live to see February, you jealous cunt.”
“You sound a little cranky, Susie. What’s the matter, rain coming a little too hard toni--”
Sue exploded out of the corner, whipped up her left leg and screamed with rage when Sydney dipped low to send the kick over her right shoulder. Straightening up in the blink of an eye, she curled her other arm behind Burlingame’s head and popped her hips to plant the Rainmaker against the deck with a BOOMING Capture Suplex.
CAPTURE SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKPhufZGzpU
Always aware of her place in the ring even after enduring such an attack, Sue rolled over onto her stomach to prevent Deschain from trying for a cover. That was all well and good, but it didn’t do a damned thing to prevent the Marvel from snuggling in and threading both legs around Burlingame’s waist. Only vaguely aware of their presence thanks to the Suplex, Susan grew far more cogent of her predicament when Sydney crossed her ankles and bore down hard enough to make the grounded brunette gasp. Critical of the effort despite her obvious discomfort, Sue pushed up on her palms and grunted, “Ok, now I know you’re ready for the Old Bytches Home. You really think these Scissors sponsored by Os-Cal are going to GUUUHHHHH!”
Deschain sent a pulse through her thighs, forcing Burlingame to crumple to her elbows. “Not just the Scissors you have to worry about, Susan.” she said quietly. “There’s plenty of other things I can do to a fresh-faced rookie like you in this position.”
Susan bristled at the condescending tone, she didn’t brook that sort of disrespect from anyone, especially not someone she’d beaten on more than one occasion. Shifting the majority of her weight to her left hand, the Rainmaker reached back with the right in search of hair or something soft she could gouge. Sydney’s thigh appeared to be a prime target until the Mangler grabbed hold of her questing wrist and bent it up between her shoulders in a rude Hammerlock.
“Down one arm, rich girl.” Deschain said after a single hard tug. “Wanna try to get it back or are you gonna crawl for the ropes like all the other new meat?”
The Ace shook her head ‘no’ so she didn’t have to waste any air when Castle asked if she wanted to submit shortly thereafter. She did however, deign to throw some shade at her opponent. “Don’t need two arms to beat you, Syd. Fahk, I don’t need one. My legs have always been more than enough for HEY! NO, DON’T EVEN THINK AHHH DAMMIT, LEGGO!”
Intrigued to find out if Burlingame meant what she said about not needing her arms to defend herself, Deschain reached over with her free hand, grabbed hold of the brunette’s wrist and jerked her head back at a sharp angle. Hissing in pain, Sue angled her remaining hand up n’ back to grab hold of Syd’s wrist and cursed aloud when she was beaten to the punch. Pinning Sue’s left hand in place beside the right, Sydney held her rival’s wrists in one hand and pulled up until Burlingame slammed a foot against the mat.
Her options limited by those omnipresent Scissors, the Ace tried to rear back on her knees but a single hard shove from Deschain forced her chest flat against the canvas. “You’re digging your own grave, old woman.” she finally growled. “I was never going to take it easy on you, but now… now I’m going to--” Susan went dead quiet when the Marvel flattened her non-Hammerlock’ing hand into a paddle and patted her glutes several times.
“Remember our first match in WOLF, Sue? Remember when I had you in a hold just like this and some drunk in the first row suggested I should, and I quote, ‘spank that skanky ass raw!’ You remember what I told him?”
Burlingame’s face could’ve been dipped in concrete for all the reaction it showed. Very softly, she murmured, “Don’t even think about it, Sydney. I mean it.”
“I told him no, because I had too much respect for you.” Syd went on as if the younger wrestler hadn’t spoken at all. “I hope he’s watching tonight. I think he’ll appreciate this.”
With that she CRAAACKED a slap across Susan’s ass and not just some girly-girl slumber party bullshyt, this was a stiff, echoing shot that earned as many winces as cheers. Straining against the Hammerlocks hard enough to make her shoulders throb, Burlingame planted her knees against the mat and crawled / pushed / slid forward, knowing damned well that every necessary move put her ass on display for the undeserving masses. Intent on blotting out their lecherous cheers with sheer rage, the squirming heiress roared, “YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR TH-OWWW! OH YOU BYTCH, YOU HAVE NO IDE-OWWWW! YOU’RE NEVER GONNA STOP SCREAMING ONCE I ARRRGGGHHHH STAAAAAAAAAHP YOU OLD WHORE!”
Sydney, knowing that her opponent would soon make the ropes, stopped spanking so she could help herself to a handful of those dark blue bottoms and yanked them deep in Sue’s clefts fore and aft. Nearly out of her mind with rage and humiliation, Burlingame inched forward the rest of the way and finally worked her head under the bottom rope since both hands were still trapped. “BREAK!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “GET THIS SHOWBOATING FUCKER AWAY FROM--”
Syd abandoned the wedgie so she could devote that hand to maintaining the Hammerlocks. The other she cupped under Susan’s chin and pulled back, literally and metaphorically exposing her rival’s throat. “Tell them you’re helpless, Susan. Go ahead, nice and loud.”
After a pause that seemed to spin out forever, the Courtier whispered, “I’m in the ropes, Castle. Get. Her. Off.”
Nick would’ve loved to hear FAWN’s most boisterous braggart forced to make such an admission, unfortunately Sue had the rules on her side and so he patted Deschain on the shoulder. “Let her go, Syd. Don’t make me count.”
Sydney did, but in stages rather than all at once. First the Chinlock. Then the Hammerlocks. The Scissors were last to go, but she managed to tweak Burlingame’s pride one more time by plucking the wedgie out before slipping away.
On one knee in an instant, Susannah took much more time standing up and she didn’t turn around until after taking several deep breaths. Feeling almost like herself again, she promised, “You’ll live to regret that, Deschain. Not for very long, but just enough. No one humiliates me and gets away with it.”
“I do.” Sydney answered. “I’ve been getting away with it for yeaNNNNGHHHH!”
Susan raised her right leg and came forward showing a Super Kick but when the Marvel raised her hands the former World Champion STAMPED on Syd’s foot as hard as she could. Deschain yelped, hobbled back on her good foot and got fetched a THWHACKING shot upside the skull when Burlingame planted on her left foot and whipped the other around in a brutal Roundhouse.
ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSzU05CEf8E
Spun in a loopy half circle by the strike, Deschain would’ve sprawled flat on her face if Susan hadn’t crowded in behind and trapped her in a Waistlock. Pointing them toward the nearest corner, a galvanized Rainmaker charged full steam ahead and BWUUUNGED her foe chest-first into the top turnbuckle. The leftover momentum bounced them just enough for Sue to squat down and somersault backward with a gasping Marvel still in tow. Deep in center ring when she pushed to her feet, Burlingame transitioned into a Full Nelson, then dropped her hips and peeled off a bridge that TWHUNKED Deschain squarely on the back of her head and shoulders. Pushed onto her toes maintain that gorgeous bridge, Sue roared her triumph while Castle and the crowd counted….
OVER & DRAGON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DcPDAnChZ84
ONE…
TWO…
Syd bucked out and flopped onto her stomach, thus assuring that the match would continue for at least another three seconds. Far from angered by the escape, a grinning, lantern-eyed Susan buried her hands in the flattened brunette’s hair and hauled the both of ‘em to boot leather. From there she worked her head under Deschain’s left arm while angling her own left arm over the veteran’s chest. Her right arm snagged Sydney’s left leg behind the knee and once those hooks were set the Ace yanked her up, over and DOWN into a cleverly administered Power Slam that sandwiched Deschain between herself and the mat.
EXPLODING POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDFy_l2hWbU
Leaned back on her knees after the pair of powerful throws, Susan slid forward and planted her left knee on the side of Syd’s face while the right pressed heavily into the pit of her stomach. Arrogant as ever now that she was back in control, the Bankable Bombshell offered up a poster-worthy double bicep flex as she awaited the…
ONE…
TWO…
Sydney shoved her way loose again, though she didn’t get far before Burlingame was upon her once more. Hands buried deep in Deschain’s hair, the Ace of the Black Court got to her feet and forced Syd to do the same. “That was a nice little run you had there, bytch.” she said softly. “But now it’s finished and so are you.”
Shifting her hands to the woozy woman’s shoulders, Susan launched herself up in a flawless vertical leap and ‘smecked’ her thighs around the technician’s head. In the span between heartbeats she torqued her hips and angled backward, flipping Deschain over onto her back and taking a snug seat high on her chest. Syd’s hands flew up in search of finding some purchase so Burlingame snagged her wrists and pressed them to her own thighs to keep the vulnerable brunette down through…
HURRICANRANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=16Ai-KULqzI
ONE…
TWO…
Sydney whipped her legs up, hooked them under Sue’s armpits and jerked her backward in a truncated Sunset Flip. Pulled to a seat as her opponent went down, Deschain didn’t get even a moment to savor her counter because the younger woman tumbled off her shoulders and popped to her feet like she was made of breeze and moonlight. Of course she was made of far more substantial stuff as Sydney and the audience were reminded when Burlingame charged and THWHACKED a cringe-worthy Kneelift between her opponent’s eyes.
RUNNING KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n1VwirUSXoA
Susan didn’t bother going for a pin that time, rather she planted the sole of her left boot on Deschain’s forehead, then hopped up and twisted around in a nasty little corkscrew circle. “Oh what, like you expected anything different?” the heiress scoffed to the jeering FAWAatics. “She hasn’t been able to hang with me for three years! Hell, NO ONE in this business can hang with me! Here, I’ll show you.”
Burlingame twined her fingers in Sydney’s dark locks again and hoisted her to boot-leather. A few brisk slaps reminded the Marvel of her place in the scheme of things and provided suitable distraction for getting her over to the nearest corner. Forcing Deschain into the buckles chest-first, Burlingame drilled a quick, nasty Kneelift up into the small of her foe’s back, then spun to Syd’s left and grabbed the top rope in both hands. Planted heavily on her left foot, Sue drew a bead and unloaded with trio of high, snappy kicks that thwhack-thwhack-THWHACKED! off the base of Deschain’s skull.
Sydney soaked them up with a low groan and shoved away from the corner like a trouper, but to make any real progress she had to get by the Rainmaker and she was a most formidable gatekeeper. Grabbing hold of an opposing shoulder, Susan spun the knock-kneed brunette in a half circle and forced her into the corner for the second time in less than a minute. Not quite content with her preparations thus far, Burlingame slung Sydney’s left arm over the top rope before mirroring the strategy on the right.
Adopting an appropriately questioning tone, the Ace asked, “Where do you want a bruise, Syd? Your ribs?” She didn’t wait for an answer, she just THWHAPPED a wicked shot in above her opponent’s left hip. “Your thighs maybe? Those always make for the prettiest colors.” Burlingame kissed a kick off Deschain’s left thigh, then shifted her footing and tacked one onto the right as well. “Course I don’t have to leave a bruise at all. I could put a nice permanent ringing in your ears.” With that the tawny stunner took a step back and planted a sadistically limber Roundhouse behind Syd’s left ear.
“All right Sue,” Nick said once it was clear the Courtier had no intention of leaving the corner without some prodding, “I know you can use the whole ring if you put your mind to it, so why don’t you give that a try?”
Sue went on like he hadn’t spoken. “But if bruises and tinnitus aren’t your thing I could always take your breath away.” Anchoring herself to the top rope again, Susan brought her right foot up, planted it across the hollow of Sydney’s throat and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back to throttle her with a gorgeous stranglehold. To make matters worse, she pulled her right hand away from the strands, curled it into a claw and affixed it to the center of Deschain’s gray trunks.
Sydney sucked in a hiss through gritted teeth and stamped her right foot once but that was it as far as shows of distress went and that didn’t please the Rainmaker at all. Bearing down with foot and talon, she would’ve taken both to their logical conclusion if the official hadn’t started a very demanding count only inches from her ear.
Sue broke away at ‘FOUR!’ grabbed Deschain by the scruff of the neck and jerked her from the corner fully expecting the tottering veteran to faceplant after a few steps. Imagine her irritation then when Sydney trudged all the way to mid-ring without going down. More irked by this than she realized, Burlingame stalked after her and SPANKED a quick, lashing kick across the back of Syd’s left thigh. “Down.” she ordered. Syd winced and listed hard for a second or two, but she remained stubbornly upright. “I said DOWN!”
The Ace repeated her previous shot, shifted her position slightly and followed up with an equally nasty stroke to the pit of Sydney’s right knee. The Mangler’s leg flew forward and she pitched around in a drunken swoon, but damned if she didn’t catch herself yet again. Sick of this shyt, Susan fired a stiff Toe Kick at Deschain’s stomach only to curse aloud when the veteran snatched her ankle in both hands.
“You want to knock me down?” Syd huffed to the furious brunette. “Try not kicking like a rookie. I bet Autumn could give you NNNNGGGHHH!”
Burlingame sprang off her plant foot and turned it into a weapon by caroming it off Deschain’s skull in a textbook Enzugiri. Spun around and doubled over by the blow, Syd kept her hands braced against her knees when Sue stalked up beside her and snarled, “Call me a rookie one more time and I promise you’ll leave this arena in a neck brace.”
To prove the severity of her threat, she twisted away from the huffing wrestler and brought her right leg up behind her in a taut arc. Gripping her ankle to make sure she had the best possible angle, Susan abruptly released and her gammy switchblade ‘whicking’ down to ‘OOOOHHHHHH!’ The sold-out crowd leapt to their feet when Sydney pulled her noggin clear and grabbed Burlingame’s ankle in the same motion. Straightening Sue’s leg with a ferocious tug, Sydney sent the Rainmaker sprawling onto her chest and belly in most awkward fashion.
Planting her left foot atop Susan’s left ankle, Deschain cranked up on the grounded woman’s right ankle, spreading her sinewy stems in a painfully unpleasant (and undoubtedly lascivious) Wishbone. Already soured to the point of acrimony, relations between the brunettes fell to an all time low when Sydney explained, “This is for working low you tawdry piece of shyt.”
‘Meat’ was barely off her lips when she spiked the toe of her right foot squarely into Burlingame’s undercarriage. Susan shrieked in anguish and twisted over onto her back, although this did not free her ankle from Deschain’s grasp. Indeed, Syd used the Low Blow-induced paralysis to commandeer Sue’s other foot, which she promptly stuffed under her arm. With her arms locked around Burlingame’s lower legs in a tight loop, Deschain pulled the flagging fighter up onto her shoulders to make sure Sue had minimal traction when the Mangler started rolling her onto her stomach.
Not so helpless she didn’t recognize the danger of letting Deschain mount her back, Burlingame hooked an arm around her attacker’s right shin and held on for dear life. “Don’t even bother, bytch,” she growled, “we both know this ends with me riding your NOOOOOO AAAAAAAAHHHHH SSSHHHHHIIIIIITTT!”
Syd wrenched loose of the Ace’s grasp and turned her onto her stomach neat as you please. Then she tossed Sue’s left leg aside so she could double down on the right and thus apply even more pressure when she dropped to one knee to complete an ungodly Single Leg Crab.
TORTURE SINGLE LEG CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mf-g0cltcXU
The Bankable Bombshell prided herself on an iron constitution, but even that couldn’t stop her from voicing a long, pained groan when the Technical Marvel set to bending her in half. With her weight distributed between her right forearm, left hand and the very tip of her left boot, there was very little the former World Champion could do except hold on and hope the other brunette would make a mistake. Not much chance of that though, Deschain’s balance was near perfect and with Burlingame’s shin trapped under her right arm she could cup the Courtier’s exposed knee with her free hand and apply that much more pressure.
Content to let the official ask about a submission, Sydney cranked back on her opponent’s gam a little harder and said, “I don’t tend to give locker room gossip much credence but I guess it’s true what they say about you, Sue. You just can’t seem to keep your legs closed.” She punctuated by leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaning almost to the tipping point, a shift that exacerbated the curve of Burlingame’s spine to a ridiculous degree.
Baring her teeth in an agonized smile, Susan waded through the latest wave of pain, then growled, “Keep talking, bytch. Every second you run your mouth is another second I grind down on your sobbing ERRRRRGGGHHH FAAAAAAHHHHKK YOU!”
The Rainmaker’s shriek of complaint was lost in the roar of the fans, who lost their collective shyt when Syd took her left hand off her prey’s knee and applied it to the center of her straining trunks. A Crotch Claw wasn’t exactly smiled upon by the officiating staff, but it certainly wasn’t illegal and so Castle only told Syd, “Keep it over her togs.”
Susan however needed far more attention, so he sidled into position and dropped to one knee. “Talk to me, Susan. Say the word and I’ll get you out of this.”
The thought crossed her mind for the briefest of moments before the heiress dismissed it with a savage snarl. “Clear out, Castle. I’ve got this.” Doing everything she could to ignore the pain in her undercarriage while simultaneously drawing energy from it, Susan shifted her right hand into place against the mat and sloooooooowly pushed herself into an ungodly headstand. This did nothing for her crotch and the torque on her leg got that much worse but it also allowed her to maneuver her way onto her back, thus transforming the Half Crab into a mere Single Leg Takedown, albeit one bolstered by an admittedly tawdry grip. Forcing herself to act even though she desperately wanted to rest, Burlingame gouged her elbows into the mat and crab-crawled toward the sanctuary of the strands. They were less than a foot away when Deschain straightened up and stomped back to the middle of the squared circle with a yowling Rainmaker in tow.
“NO YOU BYTCH!” Susan flailed and twisted like a live wire, fighting to reach safety even as Deschain dragged her into deeper water. “LET ME GO, I WAS IN ROPESSSSSEERRRRRGGAAAAHHHH!”
Syd stepped over that aching right leg, twisted around and planted Burlingame’s exposed calf across her left shin. With the right foot hanging over, the Mangler dropped to her butt and hooked her right leg over Sue’s ankle and pushed onto her hands to complete a pitch-perfect Figure Four Leglock.
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kvIxak-Kkgs
“You almost made the ropes once, rich girl.” Deschain chided. “I’m sure you can almost make it a second time.”
Caught deep in the classic hold, Sue smacked her palms against the mat before raising one into the air to ensure she had at least one shoulder up. “Juuuh… jealousy is any ugly thing, Deschain.” the Ace rasped without looking at her tormentor. “Strong as your legs are…. you never could accept that mine are GGGRRRHHHH!”
Sydney rocked her hips, sending licks of fire all up and down her foe’s stems. Sue pounded a fist into the mat, then stretched out, getting as long as she could manage, thus ensuing there was less distance between the ropes and her questing fingertips when she started to drag herself forward. Deschain didn’t try to stop Burlingame’s process but she didn’t ease up in the slightest either. If anything she dead-weighted the younger woman, forcing her to carry every bit of their combined weight until Susan finally grabbed the bottom strand.
Instead of immediately bellowing for a break, Sue locked eyes with Sydney and spat, “Strong as yours are, mine are stronger. Now let go of me you old hag.” She’d expected to endure another four seconds of punishment or at least some trash talk, but Deschain only nodded to Nick and released the Leglock without comment. Scrambling to her good knee as soon as she was able, Burlingame kept at least one arm and sometimes both wrapped around the strands as she struggled to verticality. Full weight placed on her right leg was quite unpleasant but not crippling and if she played it smart Sue thought she could give the limb time to heal.
That thought was still fresh when Sydney asked, “What’s the matter, Sue? Afraid your legs aren’t as strong as you bragged?”
Sue flipped hair off her face and took a threatening step toward the Marvel. “Mouth off to me one more time and I swear to God I’ll kick it into the upper GNNNGGHHH!”
Syd slammed into her going full speed and wrapped the tawny stunner in a clench straight out of boxing match. Using it to control rather than squeeze, the veteran marched her burden along the ropes to the nearest corner, then let loose to grab hold of the second rope in both hands and THUMP a Shoulderblock into the pit of her stomach. Three more piled on in rapid succession and Deschain probably could’ve doubled that number before Castle pulled her off, had she been of the mind.
But she had a different tactic in mind, one that built on the work done by the Crab and Figure Four. Wrapping her arms around Susan’s right thigh, Syd hoisted her whole leg off the deck and neatly threaded it over the second strand. Soon as that was done she tucked Burlingame’s foot against the inside of the bottom rope, meaning she wasn’t gonna get loose without a great deal of work on her part or flat out assistance from the referee. Almost done, Deschain gripped Susan’s head in one hand and pressed inward, mashing her cheeks together in an always embarrassing ‘fish face’.
“There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you all night, Susannah.” the Woodsboro Mangler told the Rainmaker. “If I could have known what you’d become, I would’ve humiliated you out of this business a long time ago.”
Sue jerked her head free, tried to bite at the intruding fingers and got her face slapped for the trouble. “That’s it, bytch.” she snarled. “I’m gonna make what you did to me on that beach look like a love TAPPPGAAAAAHHHH!”
Sydney lunged forward and slammed the point of her right knee into the meat of Susan’s thigh. Burlingame sobbed, tried to protect the spot with both hands but Deschain only swatted them away and piled on another Kneelift. Looking to raise the mother of all bruises, the methodical brunette just pounded away on Sue’s thigh, throwing Kneelift after Kneelift until Nick Castle stepped in beside her and tapped a shoulder. “Time’s up, Syd. Back off so I can get her out of the corner.” The Marvel murmured consent, then CRAAACKED a final Bytch Slap off Susan’s face simply because she could.
Feeling as low as she had in a very long while, Burlingame didn’t have the energy to chase the ref away when he came over to extricate her right leg from the ropes. “How are you feeling, Sue? Can you put some weight on that leg for me? I need to make sure you can continue.”
Rather than answer him directly she looked over his shoulder to meet Sydney’s gaze. “Is that all you got, you ancient bytch?” she asked through clenched teeth.
That was most certainly not everything at Deschain’s disposal and so she stalked into the corner with every intention of prov-- Susan grabbed a double handful of Nick’s shirt, jerked him close and then shoved him as hard as she could. Unprepared for the Courtier’s duplicity, Castle tripped over his own feet, toppled back and THWUNKED the base of his skull into Syd’s forehead on his way to the canvas.
Snarling with delight when Deschain’s hands flew to her face, Burlingame limped clear of the buckles and promptly celebrated her freedom by slamming a vicious punt between her rival’s thighs. Sydney uttered a sick little groan and would’ve collapsed beside the official if Susan hadn’t collected her head and stuffed it under one arm for a Front Facelock. “”Feel that knot in the pit of your stomach, Syd?” Burlingame asked while slinging the other brunette’s near arm across her shoulders and securing a handful of waistband, “that’s your soul telling you that it’s all downhill from here.”
Hooks set good and deep, Sue marched them a little closer to the center, she wanted to make sure her plan wouldn’t land this sack of crap on the ref, she needed him dazed, not unconscious. Once the positioning was right, she dropped her hips and hoisted Deschain overheNO! The Ace barely got her quarry to three o’clock before her right knee shimmied, forcing her to return Sydney to the canvas. “Oh, I don’t think so, bytch. You’re not getting off that easily.”
Whether she meant her opponent or her knee was unclear but either way Susan reset her feet and-- Sydney hooked a leg behind Burlingame’s bad knee, effectively blocking her second attempt at the Brainbuster. Genuinely furious now, the Rainmaker pounded her good knee into Deschain’s chest three times in rapid succession, then hauled her up and grabbed each shoulder in a fiendish grip. From there she launched herself high, using her hold on the veteran’s shoulders for an extra boost to compensate for her gimpy stem. It proved more than high enough for her to THWHUNK her left knee into Syd’s forehead, effectively guaranteeing an end to meaningful resistance, at least for next few minutes.
Hissing in pain when her feet hit the canvas, Burlingame fought through it and whirled in a half circle, which was all the more impressive considering she was down to one leg. Soon as her back was turned she sprang off her left foot again and reached over her right shoulder with both hands, all the better to catch Deschain’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock. Susan’s hands locked a heartbeat before gravity kicked in, meaning the Mangler was forced to take a decidedly unpleasant ride when Burlingame laid out on her back. Dropped flat on her face and chest courtesy of the Ace Crusher, Syd’s predicament grew all the more unpleasant when the resurgent former World Champion held onto her noggin and somersaulted into a seat on the small of her back. A quick shift of her right arm transformed the existing Facelock to one of the Inverted variety which meant Sydney was trapped in the Root of All Evil the moment Burlingame slung her left arm across the plank of her left knee. With Deschain’s chin wedged into the crook of her right elbow, Susannah put all her weight on the small of the trapped woman’s back and leaaaaaaaaaaaaned as far as she could go without tipping over.
ACE CRUSHER TO THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL @ 1:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
“I GOT YOU NOW, BYTCH!” she roared to her squalling, flailing captive. “GO ON AND TAP OUT! AND DON’T STOP UNTIL I SAY SO!”
Sydney didn’t tap, instead she planted her free hand against the canvas like a kickstand, using it to relieve the tiniest bit of pressure on her neck. That wasn’t going to be nearly enough to get her out of this trap though, she started rolling her left shoulder, trying diligently to get it off of Burlingame’s thigh and back into the match.
Susan noticed the pitiful effort and made her foe pay for it by stuffing her left hand down the neckline of Syd’s top. Upon reaching her target she sank her claws into the Marvel’s right breast and gave it a rough squeeze. “Nowhere to go, old woman,” she sneered, her every word punctuated by another clench of the claw or Facelock. “You either admit your time has passed or I stretch your neck until something snapSERGHH!”
Sydney wrenched her left arm loose of Burlingame’s trap and immediately repaid the heiress’s nastiness with some of her own. Grabbing hold of Susan’s left ear, Deschain clamped down and twisted hard enough to make the younger wrestler shriek with pain. Certain that Nick was still incapacitated (in in this she was quite correct) Deschain felt no qualm about growling, “You’ve got five seconds to let me go, rich girl. Hold on an instant longer and I’ll rip your ear off, that’s a promise.”
Susan knew damned well Sydney could carry out on the threat even if it wasn’t very likely. Still, she wasn’t about to just break her finisher on a threat alone, so she narrowed her grip from claw to pincer and treated Deschain’s nipple to a merciless tweaking. “You take something from me, I take something from you.” she hissed. “And if you think you’re gonna maim me and get away with it, I promise I’ll hold on just long enough to break your neck. Is that what you want, Sydney? If it is, just keep pullLLEEEERRGGGHHH”
Sydney pulled her right hand off the mat and slipped four fingers into her rival’s mouth for a mega-sized fishhook. Faced with the very disquieting prospect of having her face pulled apart, Burlingame abandoned her pincer after one last twist and released the Inverted Facelock immediately thereafter. Not that the Marvel escaped her opponent’s clutches unscathed, nothing could be further from the truth. Positively apoplectic over the denied surrender, Susan palmed Sydney’s head in both hands and THWUNKED her forehead against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Deschain’s hands fell away at once and Susan scooted up so that the fork of her crotch was wedged tight against the back of her prey’s head. “I’m going to smash your ugly dinosaur face in.” Burlingame huffed as she ground her hips in a slow, tawdry figure eight. “But not before I break your spirit one last time.”
Pushing off without another word, the Rainmaker crawled to the edge of the squared circle and rolled under the bottom rope. From there it was a short walk to the Timekeeper, whom she extricated from his seat with little more than a glare. Armed with a steel chair shortly thereafter, Burlingame slid back into the ring and got to her feet as Sydney was struggling to all fours. Holding the chair two handed, the tawny grappler raised it high overhead and brought it BWANGING down on the strong, broad expanse of Deschain’s back. Syd went down in a heap but Susan had no sooner started to smile than she remembered Castle. Cringing for the sound of the bell, she looked his way and relieved to find him still clutching the back of his head.
“Ahhh, the faithful FAWN referee,” she smirked, “hearts of gold and jaws of glass. Gotta love ‘em.” Though she very much wanted to use the chair a second time, Susan decided the noise would be too much risk, so she set it on the mat and sent it skidding outside with a hard kick.
With the evidence thus disposed of she reached down, plunged both hands into Sydney’s hair and scraped her off the mat. Taking Deschain’s right wrist like it belonged to her, Burlingame twisted around behind and applied a Chickenwing. Immediately thereafter she put her free hand against the nape of Syd’s neck and pressed forward and down to turn the defenseless Marvel around into a loose Front Facelock. Susan reached down with her left arm, caught Deschain’s right leg behind the knee and lifted it off the canvas in an unpleasant cradle. Pausing to savor the havoc she was about to wreak, Burlingame looked to the nearest camera and cooed, “I hope you’re watching this, Mags. Because if you EVER show your face around here again, you’re gonna get what this bytch is getting a hundred times oveRRRGGGGHHHHHH!”
Susan, like the audience, was so focused on the impending head-drop that neither noticed the woman who’d jumped the guardrail and dove under the bottom rope until she’d driven a Double Axehandle into the back of the Burlingame’s head. The Ace stumbled forward, dropped her burden and didn’t even get a chance to try and pick her up before the interloper wrenched her arms behind her back in a painful Double Chickenwing. Jerking Susannah clear of the recovering Marvel, this third brunette drilled a knee into the Courtier’s spine, then leaned close to whisper in her ear. “I’ve waited a LONG time to steal your spotlight, understudy.”
Sue’s eyes narrowed to slits and she hissed, “You’re fahking dead, BliSSNGGH!”
ELIZA BLISS:
Eliza Bliss tucked her head between Burlingame’s shoulders and twisted around in a half circle, effectively turning the Chickenwing inside out. With Susan now doubled over behind her and looking straight at the mat, the Superlative Soprano leaaaaaaaaaned all the way to the left, then torqued to the right in a beautiful corkscrew that sent both ladies through a mid-air death roll before Bliss landed on her tush and Sue THWHAMMED down squarely on her face and chest.
PRIMA DECRESCENDO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5rzAHvOw1vA
Barely resisting the urge to belt out a perfect ‘C’, Eliza settled for a wink to the FAWNatics as she slid out of the ring. Pleased to see Deschain pushing to all fours, the Englishwoman smacked the apron twice and called, “I’ve set the stage, Marvel. It’s up to you to finish the scene.” Then she turned around and sprang back over the barrier, content in the knowledge that she had Susan’s attention, whatever the outcome.
Faintly noting a voice that wasn’t Susan’s, Deschain rose to her knees and put a hand to her back, which was still quite tender after the chair shot. A quick inspection of the squared circle revealed Nick Castle in a similar state to herself and Burlingame stretched out on her stomach with both arms wrapped around her head. Very much aware that they’d been visited by a third party, Deschain looked toward the front row and asked, “Who was it?”
‘Eliza!’ a dozen different voices replied.
Syd nodded once. She didn’t approve of the assist despite her dire straights, but she certainly understood the Songbird’s reasoning. Choosing to ignore the infraction for now, the Mangler got to her feet, trudged over to the wrecked Rainmaker and helped herself to a double handful of hair. Susan snarled and started to pull away so Sydney slammed a knee into the top of her head, then pulled her into the Standing Headscissors. “You’d probably tell me this isn’t fair, if you could.” Deschain muttered as she slipped her arms under Burlingame’s biceps to secure the Double Underhook. “You’d be right of course, but then, so were all those other girls who made the same complaint and that didn’t stop you from screwing them over, did it?”
Susan tugged fitfully, couldn’t break loose. “Let go of me, bytch.” she gasped. “You know this isn’t right.”
Syd smiled. “Feels good though.” She dipped her knees and hoisted Susan off her feet, flipping the other brunette up into an unenviable position. Never one to draw out the inevitable, the Technical Marvel pushed onto her tiptoes and kicked both legs forward to land on her butt with a soft ‘thump’ that was utterly overshadowed by the TWAWHUNK of Susan’s head striking the canvas. Planted deep by the Deschain Driver, Susan folded in on herself then slopped over onto her back in a splay-limbed starfish.
DESCHAIN DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4QTzAMrBryU
Deschain started to go for a cover, then drew back when she looked over to Castle and realized he wasn’t quite together yet. Rather than lounge around until he was fully recovered, the brunette worked her hands into Susan’s hair and slowly peeled her off the canvas. Burlingame’s wrenched knee made it hard for her to stand straight but that was ok for Syd’s plan. Turning her back on the doubled over battler, Deschain snugged her backside up against Burlingame’s shoulders and reached down to grab hold of her arms. For a moment it looked like a lower flying model of the Decrescendo that’d started them down this road, then it transformed into an MDKristy when Sydney twisted around and stood up, draping Susan down her back like the world’s tawniest cape.
All this was only prologue however. The Ace had only been upside down for a few seconds when Deschain shifted both of Sue’s legs over her right shoulder. After that she bundled Burlingame’s feet under that arm, then twisted the younger woman’s body around the left side of her torso and dropped to one knee, neatly trapping Susan’s right arm beneath her left thigh. With her left arm hooked to Burlingame’s left bicep and her right hand in thorough control of the Ace’s boots, Sydney leaaaaaaaaned forward and started to jerk on the latter, a tactic that put all the more pressure on Susan’s stretched back and more importantly, her tender right knee.
THE KNOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5F1TguXbc8
“I once used this to submit another bytch who thought she was better than everyone else.” Sydney told her wriggling prey. “Do you think you can last longer than she did?”
Susan shook her head frantically ‘no’, the Rainmaker simultaneously furious and humiliated over having ended up in such a bytch-making move. “You’re not gonna submit me,” she hissed through clenched teeth, “you CAN’T submit me! You’re done old woman and my time is just getting starAAARRRGGGHHHHH STAAAAAAAHHHHHHP!”
Deschain leaned forward and pulled down on both ends, bending Susan’s body into an agonizing ‘C’ that was getting closer to an ‘O’ by the second. “You want out, Sue?” Syd asked quietly. “Then say it. Just like that night on the beach.”
Burlingame shook her head ‘no’ so emphatically it resulted in a cramp that didn’t fade until the following morning. “Never. You heard it once. You’ll never hear it again NAAAAAAAAHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAHHHK YOOOOOOUUU!”
Sydney jerked the Knot that much harder and now there were less than six inches between the tips of Sue’s boots and the base of her skull. “Say it one more time, Susan. I want something to remember you by.”
Susan curled her right hand into a claw and dug it into Sydney’s thigh but it wasn’t nearly enough to get her loose. Dark eyes welling with tears of shame, the Ace finally bawled, “I QUIT! I QUIT YOU EVIL BYTCH! NOW LET ME GOOOOOO!”
Sydney didn’t though, not until she looked over and saw the ref limping in their direction. Castle had one hand pressed to the back of his head but the other was shooting a signal to the Timekeeper. A moment later the bell CLANGED and Syd released with a flourish, letting Susan fall to the canvas behind her in a sweaty, crying pile. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
Nick extended a hand, offering to help the victrix to her feet. Syd waved him off. “Not yet, Nick. Susan and I have one final matter to attend to.”
Shoveling the defeated Rainmaker onto her back, Deschain crawled into position above her head and put both hands on the other brunette’s belly. “You’ve made this move your own, Susan. But we both know it was mine first. And mine’s better.”
Sue squeaked “Please don--” Then the Mangler slid forward and settled down, burying her opponent in what was to be the final scene of their near decade long rivalry. Burlingame moaned and tried to twist her head this way and that, but Deschain’s boots were tucked against her skull and there was nowhere to look save straight up.
Engulfed in buttock from the bridge of her nose on down, Susan slammed her heels against the canvas and SLAPPED Syd’s encroaching glutes until Deschain snatched them away. Holding the Ace’s wrists out at her sides, the other brunette squatted a little harder and asked, “Oh that’s right, isn’t this how you like it?” She waggled her hips back n’ forth at top speed, a sort of gluteal motorboating that got the most undignified sort of noises from the beaten heiress.
Denied all her oxygen save for the little filtered through her foe’s cheeks, Susan made a final effort to bridge free, one that was quashed when the Mangler put both hands against her thighs and pressed them flat against the mat. “Don’t fight it, Susannah.” Sydney commanded. “Or I’ll put you out anyway and then take another trophy for my collection. These would look great right there next to the rainbow pair, wouldn’t they?” She patted Burlingame’s crotch to make sure there was no misunderstanding.
Sue’s blood ran cold at the prospect. Following several seconds of silence, she mumbled, “Pleesdohn.”
Sydney shifted her weight, lifting her crotch off the beaten brunette’s mouth just enough to let her speak and or breathe. “Please don’t what, Sue?”
Between ragged gulps of air, she gasped, “Please…. don’t… don’t take my bottoms.”
Sydney moved her hands to the other woman’s hips and gave them a squeeze. Then she said, “Trophy or tribute, Sue. I don’t need both, but I want one.”
Burlingame closed her eyes and rather than deal with the impending humiliation she thought about how pleasant Eliza Bliss’s screams would sound muffled against her crotch. With that in mind she raised her head and planted a kiss on Deschain’s ass for the second time in her life. The crowd went NUTS at the submissive display and got all the louder when Sydney sat down one more time.
The temporary reprieve gave Burlingame several more seconds of consciousness to suffer through, but the Ace made no move to escape. Instead she closed her eyes and vowed that a certain Englishwoman would suffer the worst beating of her life for this indignity. Above her, Deschain forced Susan to carry all her weight until the last of the fight wheezed against her trunks. Finally satisfied, the Technical Marvel stood up and planted a boot on her slumbering foe’s chest. Nick took her right hand and raised it overhead to the crowd’s uproarious approval. “Not to show bias or anything,” he said with a smile, “but I bet most of the locker room is cheering right now. Might wanna watch out for the Court, though.”
Syd offered him a knowing look. “There’s only five of them left and I’ve got eleven slots on this tour. They want a shot at revenge? They know where I am.”
With that she ‘snapped’ her bottoms back into place and set off on a tour of the corner posts, making sure to thank all those who’d helped her kick off the Farewell Tour with such a memorable bang.
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPoIznBujEA
The speakers cut loose with an electronic scream and those assembled countered with more of the throat-born variety, such was always the reaction when the Ace made her presence felt. Always happiest when she was the center of attention, Sue Burlingame stretched through the curtain and stretched her arms in a wide ‘T’ that called down a ‘BOOM’ of cold blue pyro from overhead. The boos gained ground earlier than usual not because the tawny hardbody was wearing a tee-shirt, but because she was wearing the ’Technically Marvellous’ shirt, a clear jab at her opponent this evening. Also visible were her usual black boots with matching gold-trimmed pads, not to mention a microphone, which she produced from behind her back.
SUE BURLINGAME:
“I know what you’re all thinking!” Burlingame told them with a grin. “You’re thinking, wouldn’t it be the best karma ever if some foolish bytch were to come down this aisle in a few minutes with the idea of making this a Triple Threat Match.” A large cheer rose from the FAWNatics, apparently they had been entertaining such an idea. Susan shook her head ‘no’. “Well believe me when I tell you that isn’t going to happen. As much as my opponent and I might disagree on other topics, when it comes to kicking each others asses all over that ring, we are of a single mind. Simply put, we… don’t… share. So, if anyone WAS thinking of trying to crash this party, here’s a promise. Do so much as show your face and me and the dinosaur will team up just long enough to make sure you never show it again. Understood? Good. Glad we had this little talk.”
With all law thusly laid down, Sue dropped the mic, then grabbed the bottom edge of her tee-shirt in both hands and peeled it up over her head to reveal the dark blue two-piece with gold trim. Taking it slow because she goddamned well could, the Rainmaker avoided all hands friendly or otherwise until she broke into a full on sprint, dove under the bottom rope and sprang to her feet. Positioned directly in the center of the ring, she tipped a wink to Nick Castle, then backed into the corner that afforded the best view of a woman she’d soon usher into retirement.
The Announcer raised his mic once Sleighbells faded into the background. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Woodsboro California, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds. She is the Technical Marvel, the Woodsboro Mangler, the brunette buzz saw… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
WHEREVER I MAY ROAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5TnPjOd_To
SYDNEY DESCHAIN:
The sold-out crowd turned to the stage just as the clanging gong of ‘Wherever I May Roam’ summoned the Mangler from backstage. Deschain was greeted by a wall of sound as she stepped into view, everyone from Jacobites to Beach Brigadiers and displaced Kylie Corps offered their support to the woman starting the last year of her FAWN contract. Quietly pleased by the reception, the battle-hardened veteran raised a hand, brushed a thumb against the tip of her nose, then raised an index finger overhead. Deschain nodded when the sigil went up a thousand times over, then looked to a camera that’d pulled up alongside and said, “Don’t go anywhere. This is where it gets really interesting.” Simple and to the point, yet more than enough to keep myriad at home viewers rooted to their seats when she started down the aisle.
For the all important first stop on this twelve date tour, the brunette wore a black tankini with thin white trim and matte gray boots and pads. Though both sides of the ramp featured signs proclaiming fervent loyalty or passionate entreaties to stay just a little while longer, the Marvel’s eyes were for Susan only. She’d heard the Courtier’s speech before she came out and while it was all true, she certainly wouldn’t put it past the heiress to set a trap to give her an early advantage.
Yet no threat other than the Rainmaker presented itself and Deschain made it to the base of the steps without incident. Pausing just a moment to take in the electricity in the air, she strode up the steps, wiped the soles of her boots on the apron and slid through the ropes. Already honed in on Burlingame, she went straight to the center of the ring and claimed it as her own. The look on her face told Susan she was free to dispute ownership if she were of the mind, but Susan held her ground, apparently preferring to wait until the beating was nice and legal. Syd held her gaze a moment longer, then nodded once and backed into the opposite corner, where the senior official was already waiting to check her pads and boots.
The crowd, already at a fever pitch, grew all the louder when the bell CLANGED and the pair of alpha brunettes went straight for one another. Susan came on with her hands curled into loose fists and held in front of her chest while Sydney kept her hands at shoulder level with palms pointed toward her opposition. Cutting left before they could draw to grappling distance, Burlingame walked a slowly tightening spiral around Deschain, forcing the Marvel to pivot with her, lest she give the Rainmaker an angle advantage.
Though Sue was more than ready to lock up with her longtime rival, she forced herself to draw out the cat & mouse game with a few feints and extremely short kicks, all of which Syd avoided or flat out ignored. Abruptly tired of the foreplay, she popped up on her toes and would’ve lunged in for a clinch if Deschain hadn’t dropped into a crouch and whipped her left leg out and around like a scythe. Peeling off a back flip without even thinking about it, Burlingame evaded the sweep, then rushed the penitent brunette and brought her right knee up like a piston to--Sydney swatted that tawny bludgeon away with a heartbeat to spare and sprang to verticality while the Ace rounded on one heel.
Deschain didn’t immediately invade her personal space so Burlingame did it instead, darting in close to unleash a side kick to her opponent’s thi--The Woodsboro Mangler raised her left leg and their shins collided with a solid ‘smack!’ As of yet unimpressed, Burlingame tried a half dozen more side kicks but each one of them was absorbed by that same kickboxing style counter.
Sydney had yet to say a word, yet the calm assurance in her dark eyes tweaked Sue’s pride more than she’d admit out loud and so she rushed in behind a barrage of jabs so fierce the older woman had no choice but to bring her forearms together in a guard. Striking something was better than nothing, but the heiress knew damned well she was doing nothing in terms of actual damage, which was why she clasped her hands across the back of Deschain’s neck and jerked her into a huge Kneelift to the NO! Syd twisted aside so that her foe’s knee skimmed along her midsection instead of impaling it full force. In the same instant she wrapped her arms around Burlingame’s upper thighs, dipped low and slung her up into the lights for an improvised Back Body Dro-
’Oooooooooohhhh!’ Susan sensed Sydney’s intent as it became reality and she managed to push off at precisely the right moment. So rather than land flat on her back like a chump, she soared through a graceful arc and landed came down with all the grace of a jungle cat. Unable to help herself, the Ace of the Black Court spread her arms wide and exclaimed, “I’m walkin’ between the raindrops here, people! Still not used to it, are ya?”
Accompanied by an exhilarating mix of love and disdain, Burlingame spun back to her opponent and was mildly surprised when Deschain treated her to a brief golf clap. “Not bad at all, Sue.” she admitted. “Thanks for bringing your A-game, I appreciate it.”
Susan nodded and ‘snapped’ her bottoms a little tighter against her hips. “And I appreciate getting to open your farewell tour. What say you and I tear this house down?” she extended her hand to the Marvel, a gesture greeted with some incredulity by those assembled. Sydney however reached out and-- Burlingame SLAPPED her hand aside, then licked the tip of one index finger and pressed it against her palm and made a loud hissing noise. “NO, NO, NO!” Sue chided Deschain and the irritated FAWNatics like a benevolent teacher imparting a lesson. “Old ladies should know better than to touch something so hoNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Sydney tagged her across the cheek with a backhanded Bytch Slap so stiff it spun the other brunette in a half circle. Dead silent now, Burlingame checked her lips for blood, found none and turned to face the woman stupid enough to disrespect her so blatantly. “You’re going to pay for that, hag.”
The Technical Marvel stepped back and spread her arms wide, daring the Ace to come at her again. “You’re the one who wanted to play a few rounds of Arrogant Bytch, little girl. Don’t get pissed just because I’m better at it than you--”
Burlingame pounced, sweeping her into a Collar & Elbow so forceful it sent them both staggering several steps. “You’re not better than me,” Sue snarled as she muscled the veteran toward the nearest corner, “never have been, never will be. That’s why you’ve been trying to hold me down since I walked through the doors at WOLF.”
Almost at the buckles now, Burlingame shoved Deschain the rest of the way in, then tummied up with every ounce of weight and kept right on talkin’ that trash. “But it didn’t work though, did it, Syd? I’m already a two time World Champion, the woman who steals every show she’s on AND the Ace of the faction that keeps the wheels from falling off this goddamned train!” Ignoring Castle’s demands to release the clench, Burlingame jabbed her forehead against Sydney’s in a miniature Headbutt and ground it back n’ forth, forcing even more domineering contact. “What did you do with your time in FAWN, bytch? A whole lot of nothing! You never even SNIFFED a Main Event unless I was carrying your sorry NNNGGHH!”
Sydney wrapped her arms around the other brunette’s waist, shoved off the corner and torqued her hips to BWUUUNG Susannah into the spot she’d just escaped. Keeping her hands locked, Deschain poured pressure into the Bear Hug to make sure the former World Champ had something to distract her while the Marvel offered her retort. “You weren’t ready for that first title,” she growled into Burlingame’s ear, “you were still green as grass, it’s amazing the Empire didn’t finish you then and there.”
Sue cursed, tried to answer with a Bear Hug of her own but couldn’t get her arms into place so she settled for burying both hands in her adversary’s hair. “Let go of me, bytch.” the heiress growled. “Right fahking GGGRRRHHHHHHH!” Sydney pulled them out by a foot or so (mostly to make Nick shut up) then hammered Burlingame’s spine into the thinly-padded steel. That got Burlingame’s talons out of her hair, alas it did not stop Castle, who was actively trying to force his way between the battling brunettes.
“C’mon Syd!” he huffed. “Rules still apply, even to the short timers!”
She squeeeeeeeeezed Sue’s ribs a little harder, but nodded her consent. “Fine. Just back off, I don’t want to deal with you and little Miss Trustfund at the same time.” The ref thought that acceptable, so he did as asked and sure enough, Syd unlocked her hands. Trailing them along Sue’s hips, she raised them to shoulder level without any overt sign of aggression.
Seething with Marvel hate, Burlingame hissed, “Don’t back off too fast now, grandma. Wouldn’t want you to break a--”
Deschain pressed her left hand to Susan’s cheek and pie-faced her so hard it bloodied the Courtier’s bottom lip. With Sue looking away from her momentarily, Syd patted her shoulders and finally cleared off. “Had something on your face for a second there, Susan. Don’t worry, I got it for you.”
The Rainmaker licked the red off her lip before she focused on the woman who’d just signed her life away. “You won’t live to see February, you jealous cunt.”
“You sound a little cranky, Susie. What’s the matter, rain coming a little too hard toni--”
Sue exploded out of the corner, whipped up her left leg and screamed with rage when Sydney dipped low to send the kick over her right shoulder. Straightening up in the blink of an eye, she curled her other arm behind Burlingame’s head and popped her hips to plant the Rainmaker against the deck with a BOOMING Capture Suplex.
CAPTURE SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKPhufZGzpU
Always aware of her place in the ring even after enduring such an attack, Sue rolled over onto her stomach to prevent Deschain from trying for a cover. That was all well and good, but it didn’t do a damned thing to prevent the Marvel from snuggling in and threading both legs around Burlingame’s waist. Only vaguely aware of their presence thanks to the Suplex, Susan grew far more cogent of her predicament when Sydney crossed her ankles and bore down hard enough to make the grounded brunette gasp. Critical of the effort despite her obvious discomfort, Sue pushed up on her palms and grunted, “Ok, now I know you’re ready for the Old Bytches Home. You really think these Scissors sponsored by Os-Cal are going to GUUUHHHHH!”
Deschain sent a pulse through her thighs, forcing Burlingame to crumple to her elbows. “Not just the Scissors you have to worry about, Susan.” she said quietly. “There’s plenty of other things I can do to a fresh-faced rookie like you in this position.”
Susan bristled at the condescending tone, she didn’t brook that sort of disrespect from anyone, especially not someone she’d beaten on more than one occasion. Shifting the majority of her weight to her left hand, the Rainmaker reached back with the right in search of hair or something soft she could gouge. Sydney’s thigh appeared to be a prime target until the Mangler grabbed hold of her questing wrist and bent it up between her shoulders in a rude Hammerlock.
“Down one arm, rich girl.” Deschain said after a single hard tug. “Wanna try to get it back or are you gonna crawl for the ropes like all the other new meat?”
The Ace shook her head ‘no’ so she didn’t have to waste any air when Castle asked if she wanted to submit shortly thereafter. She did however, deign to throw some shade at her opponent. “Don’t need two arms to beat you, Syd. Fahk, I don’t need one. My legs have always been more than enough for HEY! NO, DON’T EVEN THINK AHHH DAMMIT, LEGGO!”
Intrigued to find out if Burlingame meant what she said about not needing her arms to defend herself, Deschain reached over with her free hand, grabbed hold of the brunette’s wrist and jerked her head back at a sharp angle. Hissing in pain, Sue angled her remaining hand up n’ back to grab hold of Syd’s wrist and cursed aloud when she was beaten to the punch. Pinning Sue’s left hand in place beside the right, Sydney held her rival’s wrists in one hand and pulled up until Burlingame slammed a foot against the mat.
Her options limited by those omnipresent Scissors, the Ace tried to rear back on her knees but a single hard shove from Deschain forced her chest flat against the canvas. “You’re digging your own grave, old woman.” she finally growled. “I was never going to take it easy on you, but now… now I’m going to--” Susan went dead quiet when the Marvel flattened her non-Hammerlock’ing hand into a paddle and patted her glutes several times.
“Remember our first match in WOLF, Sue? Remember when I had you in a hold just like this and some drunk in the first row suggested I should, and I quote, ‘spank that skanky ass raw!’ You remember what I told him?”
Burlingame’s face could’ve been dipped in concrete for all the reaction it showed. Very softly, she murmured, “Don’t even think about it, Sydney. I mean it.”
“I told him no, because I had too much respect for you.” Syd went on as if the younger wrestler hadn’t spoken at all. “I hope he’s watching tonight. I think he’ll appreciate this.”
With that she CRAAACKED a slap across Susan’s ass and not just some girly-girl slumber party bullshyt, this was a stiff, echoing shot that earned as many winces as cheers. Straining against the Hammerlocks hard enough to make her shoulders throb, Burlingame planted her knees against the mat and crawled / pushed / slid forward, knowing damned well that every necessary move put her ass on display for the undeserving masses. Intent on blotting out their lecherous cheers with sheer rage, the squirming heiress roared, “YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR TH-OWWW! OH YOU BYTCH, YOU HAVE NO IDE-OWWWW! YOU’RE NEVER GONNA STOP SCREAMING ONCE I ARRRGGGHHHH STAAAAAAAAAHP YOU OLD WHORE!”
Sydney, knowing that her opponent would soon make the ropes, stopped spanking so she could help herself to a handful of those dark blue bottoms and yanked them deep in Sue’s clefts fore and aft. Nearly out of her mind with rage and humiliation, Burlingame inched forward the rest of the way and finally worked her head under the bottom rope since both hands were still trapped. “BREAK!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “GET THIS SHOWBOATING FUCKER AWAY FROM--”
Syd abandoned the wedgie so she could devote that hand to maintaining the Hammerlocks. The other she cupped under Susan’s chin and pulled back, literally and metaphorically exposing her rival’s throat. “Tell them you’re helpless, Susan. Go ahead, nice and loud.”
After a pause that seemed to spin out forever, the Courtier whispered, “I’m in the ropes, Castle. Get. Her. Off.”
Nick would’ve loved to hear FAWN’s most boisterous braggart forced to make such an admission, unfortunately Sue had the rules on her side and so he patted Deschain on the shoulder. “Let her go, Syd. Don’t make me count.”
Sydney did, but in stages rather than all at once. First the Chinlock. Then the Hammerlocks. The Scissors were last to go, but she managed to tweak Burlingame’s pride one more time by plucking the wedgie out before slipping away.
On one knee in an instant, Susannah took much more time standing up and she didn’t turn around until after taking several deep breaths. Feeling almost like herself again, she promised, “You’ll live to regret that, Deschain. Not for very long, but just enough. No one humiliates me and gets away with it.”
“I do.” Sydney answered. “I’ve been getting away with it for yeaNNNNGHHHH!”
Susan raised her right leg and came forward showing a Super Kick but when the Marvel raised her hands the former World Champion STAMPED on Syd’s foot as hard as she could. Deschain yelped, hobbled back on her good foot and got fetched a THWHACKING shot upside the skull when Burlingame planted on her left foot and whipped the other around in a brutal Roundhouse.
ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSzU05CEf8E
Spun in a loopy half circle by the strike, Deschain would’ve sprawled flat on her face if Susan hadn’t crowded in behind and trapped her in a Waistlock. Pointing them toward the nearest corner, a galvanized Rainmaker charged full steam ahead and BWUUUNGED her foe chest-first into the top turnbuckle. The leftover momentum bounced them just enough for Sue to squat down and somersault backward with a gasping Marvel still in tow. Deep in center ring when she pushed to her feet, Burlingame transitioned into a Full Nelson, then dropped her hips and peeled off a bridge that TWHUNKED Deschain squarely on the back of her head and shoulders. Pushed onto her toes maintain that gorgeous bridge, Sue roared her triumph while Castle and the crowd counted….
OVER & DRAGON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DcPDAnChZ84
ONE…
TWO…
Syd bucked out and flopped onto her stomach, thus assuring that the match would continue for at least another three seconds. Far from angered by the escape, a grinning, lantern-eyed Susan buried her hands in the flattened brunette’s hair and hauled the both of ‘em to boot leather. From there she worked her head under Deschain’s left arm while angling her own left arm over the veteran’s chest. Her right arm snagged Sydney’s left leg behind the knee and once those hooks were set the Ace yanked her up, over and DOWN into a cleverly administered Power Slam that sandwiched Deschain between herself and the mat.
EXPLODING POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDFy_l2hWbU
Leaned back on her knees after the pair of powerful throws, Susan slid forward and planted her left knee on the side of Syd’s face while the right pressed heavily into the pit of her stomach. Arrogant as ever now that she was back in control, the Bankable Bombshell offered up a poster-worthy double bicep flex as she awaited the…
ONE…
TWO…
Sydney shoved her way loose again, though she didn’t get far before Burlingame was upon her once more. Hands buried deep in Deschain’s hair, the Ace of the Black Court got to her feet and forced Syd to do the same. “That was a nice little run you had there, bytch.” she said softly. “But now it’s finished and so are you.”
Shifting her hands to the woozy woman’s shoulders, Susan launched herself up in a flawless vertical leap and ‘smecked’ her thighs around the technician’s head. In the span between heartbeats she torqued her hips and angled backward, flipping Deschain over onto her back and taking a snug seat high on her chest. Syd’s hands flew up in search of finding some purchase so Burlingame snagged her wrists and pressed them to her own thighs to keep the vulnerable brunette down through…
HURRICANRANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=16Ai-KULqzI
ONE…
TWO…
Sydney whipped her legs up, hooked them under Sue’s armpits and jerked her backward in a truncated Sunset Flip. Pulled to a seat as her opponent went down, Deschain didn’t get even a moment to savor her counter because the younger woman tumbled off her shoulders and popped to her feet like she was made of breeze and moonlight. Of course she was made of far more substantial stuff as Sydney and the audience were reminded when Burlingame charged and THWHACKED a cringe-worthy Kneelift between her opponent’s eyes.
RUNNING KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n1VwirUSXoA
Susan didn’t bother going for a pin that time, rather she planted the sole of her left boot on Deschain’s forehead, then hopped up and twisted around in a nasty little corkscrew circle. “Oh what, like you expected anything different?” the heiress scoffed to the jeering FAWAatics. “She hasn’t been able to hang with me for three years! Hell, NO ONE in this business can hang with me! Here, I’ll show you.”
Burlingame twined her fingers in Sydney’s dark locks again and hoisted her to boot-leather. A few brisk slaps reminded the Marvel of her place in the scheme of things and provided suitable distraction for getting her over to the nearest corner. Forcing Deschain into the buckles chest-first, Burlingame drilled a quick, nasty Kneelift up into the small of her foe’s back, then spun to Syd’s left and grabbed the top rope in both hands. Planted heavily on her left foot, Sue drew a bead and unloaded with trio of high, snappy kicks that thwhack-thwhack-THWHACKED! off the base of Deschain’s skull.
Sydney soaked them up with a low groan and shoved away from the corner like a trouper, but to make any real progress she had to get by the Rainmaker and she was a most formidable gatekeeper. Grabbing hold of an opposing shoulder, Susan spun the knock-kneed brunette in a half circle and forced her into the corner for the second time in less than a minute. Not quite content with her preparations thus far, Burlingame slung Sydney’s left arm over the top rope before mirroring the strategy on the right.
Adopting an appropriately questioning tone, the Ace asked, “Where do you want a bruise, Syd? Your ribs?” She didn’t wait for an answer, she just THWHAPPED a wicked shot in above her opponent’s left hip. “Your thighs maybe? Those always make for the prettiest colors.” Burlingame kissed a kick off Deschain’s left thigh, then shifted her footing and tacked one onto the right as well. “Course I don’t have to leave a bruise at all. I could put a nice permanent ringing in your ears.” With that the tawny stunner took a step back and planted a sadistically limber Roundhouse behind Syd’s left ear.
“All right Sue,” Nick said once it was clear the Courtier had no intention of leaving the corner without some prodding, “I know you can use the whole ring if you put your mind to it, so why don’t you give that a try?”
Sue went on like he hadn’t spoken. “But if bruises and tinnitus aren’t your thing I could always take your breath away.” Anchoring herself to the top rope again, Susan brought her right foot up, planted it across the hollow of Sydney’s throat and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back to throttle her with a gorgeous stranglehold. To make matters worse, she pulled her right hand away from the strands, curled it into a claw and affixed it to the center of Deschain’s gray trunks.
Sydney sucked in a hiss through gritted teeth and stamped her right foot once but that was it as far as shows of distress went and that didn’t please the Rainmaker at all. Bearing down with foot and talon, she would’ve taken both to their logical conclusion if the official hadn’t started a very demanding count only inches from her ear.
Sue broke away at ‘FOUR!’ grabbed Deschain by the scruff of the neck and jerked her from the corner fully expecting the tottering veteran to faceplant after a few steps. Imagine her irritation then when Sydney trudged all the way to mid-ring without going down. More irked by this than she realized, Burlingame stalked after her and SPANKED a quick, lashing kick across the back of Syd’s left thigh. “Down.” she ordered. Syd winced and listed hard for a second or two, but she remained stubbornly upright. “I said DOWN!”
The Ace repeated her previous shot, shifted her position slightly and followed up with an equally nasty stroke to the pit of Sydney’s right knee. The Mangler’s leg flew forward and she pitched around in a drunken swoon, but damned if she didn’t catch herself yet again. Sick of this shyt, Susan fired a stiff Toe Kick at Deschain’s stomach only to curse aloud when the veteran snatched her ankle in both hands.
“You want to knock me down?” Syd huffed to the furious brunette. “Try not kicking like a rookie. I bet Autumn could give you NNNNGGGHHH!”
Burlingame sprang off her plant foot and turned it into a weapon by caroming it off Deschain’s skull in a textbook Enzugiri. Spun around and doubled over by the blow, Syd kept her hands braced against her knees when Sue stalked up beside her and snarled, “Call me a rookie one more time and I promise you’ll leave this arena in a neck brace.”
To prove the severity of her threat, she twisted away from the huffing wrestler and brought her right leg up behind her in a taut arc. Gripping her ankle to make sure she had the best possible angle, Susan abruptly released and her gammy switchblade ‘whicking’ down to ‘OOOOHHHHHH!’ The sold-out crowd leapt to their feet when Sydney pulled her noggin clear and grabbed Burlingame’s ankle in the same motion. Straightening Sue’s leg with a ferocious tug, Sydney sent the Rainmaker sprawling onto her chest and belly in most awkward fashion.
Planting her left foot atop Susan’s left ankle, Deschain cranked up on the grounded woman’s right ankle, spreading her sinewy stems in a painfully unpleasant (and undoubtedly lascivious) Wishbone. Already soured to the point of acrimony, relations between the brunettes fell to an all time low when Sydney explained, “This is for working low you tawdry piece of shyt.”
‘Meat’ was barely off her lips when she spiked the toe of her right foot squarely into Burlingame’s undercarriage. Susan shrieked in anguish and twisted over onto her back, although this did not free her ankle from Deschain’s grasp. Indeed, Syd used the Low Blow-induced paralysis to commandeer Sue’s other foot, which she promptly stuffed under her arm. With her arms locked around Burlingame’s lower legs in a tight loop, Deschain pulled the flagging fighter up onto her shoulders to make sure Sue had minimal traction when the Mangler started rolling her onto her stomach.
Not so helpless she didn’t recognize the danger of letting Deschain mount her back, Burlingame hooked an arm around her attacker’s right shin and held on for dear life. “Don’t even bother, bytch,” she growled, “we both know this ends with me riding your NOOOOOO AAAAAAAAHHHHH SSSHHHHHIIIIIITTT!”
Syd wrenched loose of the Ace’s grasp and turned her onto her stomach neat as you please. Then she tossed Sue’s left leg aside so she could double down on the right and thus apply even more pressure when she dropped to one knee to complete an ungodly Single Leg Crab.
TORTURE SINGLE LEG CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mf-g0cltcXU
The Bankable Bombshell prided herself on an iron constitution, but even that couldn’t stop her from voicing a long, pained groan when the Technical Marvel set to bending her in half. With her weight distributed between her right forearm, left hand and the very tip of her left boot, there was very little the former World Champion could do except hold on and hope the other brunette would make a mistake. Not much chance of that though, Deschain’s balance was near perfect and with Burlingame’s shin trapped under her right arm she could cup the Courtier’s exposed knee with her free hand and apply that much more pressure.
Content to let the official ask about a submission, Sydney cranked back on her opponent’s gam a little harder and said, “I don’t tend to give locker room gossip much credence but I guess it’s true what they say about you, Sue. You just can’t seem to keep your legs closed.” She punctuated by leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaning almost to the tipping point, a shift that exacerbated the curve of Burlingame’s spine to a ridiculous degree.
Baring her teeth in an agonized smile, Susan waded through the latest wave of pain, then growled, “Keep talking, bytch. Every second you run your mouth is another second I grind down on your sobbing ERRRRRGGGHHH FAAAAAAHHHHKK YOU!”
The Rainmaker’s shriek of complaint was lost in the roar of the fans, who lost their collective shyt when Syd took her left hand off her prey’s knee and applied it to the center of her straining trunks. A Crotch Claw wasn’t exactly smiled upon by the officiating staff, but it certainly wasn’t illegal and so Castle only told Syd, “Keep it over her togs.”
Susan however needed far more attention, so he sidled into position and dropped to one knee. “Talk to me, Susan. Say the word and I’ll get you out of this.”
The thought crossed her mind for the briefest of moments before the heiress dismissed it with a savage snarl. “Clear out, Castle. I’ve got this.” Doing everything she could to ignore the pain in her undercarriage while simultaneously drawing energy from it, Susan shifted her right hand into place against the mat and sloooooooowly pushed herself into an ungodly headstand. This did nothing for her crotch and the torque on her leg got that much worse but it also allowed her to maneuver her way onto her back, thus transforming the Half Crab into a mere Single Leg Takedown, albeit one bolstered by an admittedly tawdry grip. Forcing herself to act even though she desperately wanted to rest, Burlingame gouged her elbows into the mat and crab-crawled toward the sanctuary of the strands. They were less than a foot away when Deschain straightened up and stomped back to the middle of the squared circle with a yowling Rainmaker in tow.
“NO YOU BYTCH!” Susan flailed and twisted like a live wire, fighting to reach safety even as Deschain dragged her into deeper water. “LET ME GO, I WAS IN ROPESSSSSEERRRRRGGAAAAHHHH!”
Syd stepped over that aching right leg, twisted around and planted Burlingame’s exposed calf across her left shin. With the right foot hanging over, the Mangler dropped to her butt and hooked her right leg over Sue’s ankle and pushed onto her hands to complete a pitch-perfect Figure Four Leglock.
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kvIxak-Kkgs
“You almost made the ropes once, rich girl.” Deschain chided. “I’m sure you can almost make it a second time.”
Caught deep in the classic hold, Sue smacked her palms against the mat before raising one into the air to ensure she had at least one shoulder up. “Juuuh… jealousy is any ugly thing, Deschain.” the Ace rasped without looking at her tormentor. “Strong as your legs are…. you never could accept that mine are GGGRRRHHHH!”
Sydney rocked her hips, sending licks of fire all up and down her foe’s stems. Sue pounded a fist into the mat, then stretched out, getting as long as she could manage, thus ensuing there was less distance between the ropes and her questing fingertips when she started to drag herself forward. Deschain didn’t try to stop Burlingame’s process but she didn’t ease up in the slightest either. If anything she dead-weighted the younger woman, forcing her to carry every bit of their combined weight until Susan finally grabbed the bottom strand.
Instead of immediately bellowing for a break, Sue locked eyes with Sydney and spat, “Strong as yours are, mine are stronger. Now let go of me you old hag.” She’d expected to endure another four seconds of punishment or at least some trash talk, but Deschain only nodded to Nick and released the Leglock without comment. Scrambling to her good knee as soon as she was able, Burlingame kept at least one arm and sometimes both wrapped around the strands as she struggled to verticality. Full weight placed on her right leg was quite unpleasant but not crippling and if she played it smart Sue thought she could give the limb time to heal.
That thought was still fresh when Sydney asked, “What’s the matter, Sue? Afraid your legs aren’t as strong as you bragged?”
Sue flipped hair off her face and took a threatening step toward the Marvel. “Mouth off to me one more time and I swear to God I’ll kick it into the upper GNNNGGHHH!”
Syd slammed into her going full speed and wrapped the tawny stunner in a clench straight out of boxing match. Using it to control rather than squeeze, the veteran marched her burden along the ropes to the nearest corner, then let loose to grab hold of the second rope in both hands and THUMP a Shoulderblock into the pit of her stomach. Three more piled on in rapid succession and Deschain probably could’ve doubled that number before Castle pulled her off, had she been of the mind.
But she had a different tactic in mind, one that built on the work done by the Crab and Figure Four. Wrapping her arms around Susan’s right thigh, Syd hoisted her whole leg off the deck and neatly threaded it over the second strand. Soon as that was done she tucked Burlingame’s foot against the inside of the bottom rope, meaning she wasn’t gonna get loose without a great deal of work on her part or flat out assistance from the referee. Almost done, Deschain gripped Susan’s head in one hand and pressed inward, mashing her cheeks together in an always embarrassing ‘fish face’.
“There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you all night, Susannah.” the Woodsboro Mangler told the Rainmaker. “If I could have known what you’d become, I would’ve humiliated you out of this business a long time ago.”
Sue jerked her head free, tried to bite at the intruding fingers and got her face slapped for the trouble. “That’s it, bytch.” she snarled. “I’m gonna make what you did to me on that beach look like a love TAPPPGAAAAAHHHH!”
Sydney lunged forward and slammed the point of her right knee into the meat of Susan’s thigh. Burlingame sobbed, tried to protect the spot with both hands but Deschain only swatted them away and piled on another Kneelift. Looking to raise the mother of all bruises, the methodical brunette just pounded away on Sue’s thigh, throwing Kneelift after Kneelift until Nick Castle stepped in beside her and tapped a shoulder. “Time’s up, Syd. Back off so I can get her out of the corner.” The Marvel murmured consent, then CRAAACKED a final Bytch Slap off Susan’s face simply because she could.
Feeling as low as she had in a very long while, Burlingame didn’t have the energy to chase the ref away when he came over to extricate her right leg from the ropes. “How are you feeling, Sue? Can you put some weight on that leg for me? I need to make sure you can continue.”
Rather than answer him directly she looked over his shoulder to meet Sydney’s gaze. “Is that all you got, you ancient bytch?” she asked through clenched teeth.
That was most certainly not everything at Deschain’s disposal and so she stalked into the corner with every intention of prov-- Susan grabbed a double handful of Nick’s shirt, jerked him close and then shoved him as hard as she could. Unprepared for the Courtier’s duplicity, Castle tripped over his own feet, toppled back and THWUNKED the base of his skull into Syd’s forehead on his way to the canvas.
Snarling with delight when Deschain’s hands flew to her face, Burlingame limped clear of the buckles and promptly celebrated her freedom by slamming a vicious punt between her rival’s thighs. Sydney uttered a sick little groan and would’ve collapsed beside the official if Susan hadn’t collected her head and stuffed it under one arm for a Front Facelock. “”Feel that knot in the pit of your stomach, Syd?” Burlingame asked while slinging the other brunette’s near arm across her shoulders and securing a handful of waistband, “that’s your soul telling you that it’s all downhill from here.”
Hooks set good and deep, Sue marched them a little closer to the center, she wanted to make sure her plan wouldn’t land this sack of crap on the ref, she needed him dazed, not unconscious. Once the positioning was right, she dropped her hips and hoisted Deschain overheNO! The Ace barely got her quarry to three o’clock before her right knee shimmied, forcing her to return Sydney to the canvas. “Oh, I don’t think so, bytch. You’re not getting off that easily.”
Whether she meant her opponent or her knee was unclear but either way Susan reset her feet and-- Sydney hooked a leg behind Burlingame’s bad knee, effectively blocking her second attempt at the Brainbuster. Genuinely furious now, the Rainmaker pounded her good knee into Deschain’s chest three times in rapid succession, then hauled her up and grabbed each shoulder in a fiendish grip. From there she launched herself high, using her hold on the veteran’s shoulders for an extra boost to compensate for her gimpy stem. It proved more than high enough for her to THWHUNK her left knee into Syd’s forehead, effectively guaranteeing an end to meaningful resistance, at least for next few minutes.
Hissing in pain when her feet hit the canvas, Burlingame fought through it and whirled in a half circle, which was all the more impressive considering she was down to one leg. Soon as her back was turned she sprang off her left foot again and reached over her right shoulder with both hands, all the better to catch Deschain’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock. Susan’s hands locked a heartbeat before gravity kicked in, meaning the Mangler was forced to take a decidedly unpleasant ride when Burlingame laid out on her back. Dropped flat on her face and chest courtesy of the Ace Crusher, Syd’s predicament grew all the more unpleasant when the resurgent former World Champion held onto her noggin and somersaulted into a seat on the small of her back. A quick shift of her right arm transformed the existing Facelock to one of the Inverted variety which meant Sydney was trapped in the Root of All Evil the moment Burlingame slung her left arm across the plank of her left knee. With Deschain’s chin wedged into the crook of her right elbow, Susannah put all her weight on the small of the trapped woman’s back and leaaaaaaaaaaaaned as far as she could go without tipping over.
ACE CRUSHER TO THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL @ 1:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
“I GOT YOU NOW, BYTCH!” she roared to her squalling, flailing captive. “GO ON AND TAP OUT! AND DON’T STOP UNTIL I SAY SO!”
Sydney didn’t tap, instead she planted her free hand against the canvas like a kickstand, using it to relieve the tiniest bit of pressure on her neck. That wasn’t going to be nearly enough to get her out of this trap though, she started rolling her left shoulder, trying diligently to get it off of Burlingame’s thigh and back into the match.
Susan noticed the pitiful effort and made her foe pay for it by stuffing her left hand down the neckline of Syd’s top. Upon reaching her target she sank her claws into the Marvel’s right breast and gave it a rough squeeze. “Nowhere to go, old woman,” she sneered, her every word punctuated by another clench of the claw or Facelock. “You either admit your time has passed or I stretch your neck until something snapSERGHH!”
Sydney wrenched her left arm loose of Burlingame’s trap and immediately repaid the heiress’s nastiness with some of her own. Grabbing hold of Susan’s left ear, Deschain clamped down and twisted hard enough to make the younger wrestler shriek with pain. Certain that Nick was still incapacitated (in in this she was quite correct) Deschain felt no qualm about growling, “You’ve got five seconds to let me go, rich girl. Hold on an instant longer and I’ll rip your ear off, that’s a promise.”
Susan knew damned well Sydney could carry out on the threat even if it wasn’t very likely. Still, she wasn’t about to just break her finisher on a threat alone, so she narrowed her grip from claw to pincer and treated Deschain’s nipple to a merciless tweaking. “You take something from me, I take something from you.” she hissed. “And if you think you’re gonna maim me and get away with it, I promise I’ll hold on just long enough to break your neck. Is that what you want, Sydney? If it is, just keep pullLLEEEERRGGGHHH”
Sydney pulled her right hand off the mat and slipped four fingers into her rival’s mouth for a mega-sized fishhook. Faced with the very disquieting prospect of having her face pulled apart, Burlingame abandoned her pincer after one last twist and released the Inverted Facelock immediately thereafter. Not that the Marvel escaped her opponent’s clutches unscathed, nothing could be further from the truth. Positively apoplectic over the denied surrender, Susan palmed Sydney’s head in both hands and THWUNKED her forehead against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Deschain’s hands fell away at once and Susan scooted up so that the fork of her crotch was wedged tight against the back of her prey’s head. “I’m going to smash your ugly dinosaur face in.” Burlingame huffed as she ground her hips in a slow, tawdry figure eight. “But not before I break your spirit one last time.”
Pushing off without another word, the Rainmaker crawled to the edge of the squared circle and rolled under the bottom rope. From there it was a short walk to the Timekeeper, whom she extricated from his seat with little more than a glare. Armed with a steel chair shortly thereafter, Burlingame slid back into the ring and got to her feet as Sydney was struggling to all fours. Holding the chair two handed, the tawny grappler raised it high overhead and brought it BWANGING down on the strong, broad expanse of Deschain’s back. Syd went down in a heap but Susan had no sooner started to smile than she remembered Castle. Cringing for the sound of the bell, she looked his way and relieved to find him still clutching the back of his head.
“Ahhh, the faithful FAWN referee,” she smirked, “hearts of gold and jaws of glass. Gotta love ‘em.” Though she very much wanted to use the chair a second time, Susan decided the noise would be too much risk, so she set it on the mat and sent it skidding outside with a hard kick.
With the evidence thus disposed of she reached down, plunged both hands into Sydney’s hair and scraped her off the mat. Taking Deschain’s right wrist like it belonged to her, Burlingame twisted around behind and applied a Chickenwing. Immediately thereafter she put her free hand against the nape of Syd’s neck and pressed forward and down to turn the defenseless Marvel around into a loose Front Facelock. Susan reached down with her left arm, caught Deschain’s right leg behind the knee and lifted it off the canvas in an unpleasant cradle. Pausing to savor the havoc she was about to wreak, Burlingame looked to the nearest camera and cooed, “I hope you’re watching this, Mags. Because if you EVER show your face around here again, you’re gonna get what this bytch is getting a hundred times oveRRRGGGGHHHHHH!”
Susan, like the audience, was so focused on the impending head-drop that neither noticed the woman who’d jumped the guardrail and dove under the bottom rope until she’d driven a Double Axehandle into the back of the Burlingame’s head. The Ace stumbled forward, dropped her burden and didn’t even get a chance to try and pick her up before the interloper wrenched her arms behind her back in a painful Double Chickenwing. Jerking Susannah clear of the recovering Marvel, this third brunette drilled a knee into the Courtier’s spine, then leaned close to whisper in her ear. “I’ve waited a LONG time to steal your spotlight, understudy.”
Sue’s eyes narrowed to slits and she hissed, “You’re fahking dead, BliSSNGGH!”
ELIZA BLISS:
Eliza Bliss tucked her head between Burlingame’s shoulders and twisted around in a half circle, effectively turning the Chickenwing inside out. With Susan now doubled over behind her and looking straight at the mat, the Superlative Soprano leaaaaaaaaaned all the way to the left, then torqued to the right in a beautiful corkscrew that sent both ladies through a mid-air death roll before Bliss landed on her tush and Sue THWHAMMED down squarely on her face and chest.
PRIMA DECRESCENDO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5rzAHvOw1vA
Barely resisting the urge to belt out a perfect ‘C’, Eliza settled for a wink to the FAWNatics as she slid out of the ring. Pleased to see Deschain pushing to all fours, the Englishwoman smacked the apron twice and called, “I’ve set the stage, Marvel. It’s up to you to finish the scene.” Then she turned around and sprang back over the barrier, content in the knowledge that she had Susan’s attention, whatever the outcome.
Faintly noting a voice that wasn’t Susan’s, Deschain rose to her knees and put a hand to her back, which was still quite tender after the chair shot. A quick inspection of the squared circle revealed Nick Castle in a similar state to herself and Burlingame stretched out on her stomach with both arms wrapped around her head. Very much aware that they’d been visited by a third party, Deschain looked toward the front row and asked, “Who was it?”
‘Eliza!’ a dozen different voices replied.
Syd nodded once. She didn’t approve of the assist despite her dire straights, but she certainly understood the Songbird’s reasoning. Choosing to ignore the infraction for now, the Mangler got to her feet, trudged over to the wrecked Rainmaker and helped herself to a double handful of hair. Susan snarled and started to pull away so Sydney slammed a knee into the top of her head, then pulled her into the Standing Headscissors. “You’d probably tell me this isn’t fair, if you could.” Deschain muttered as she slipped her arms under Burlingame’s biceps to secure the Double Underhook. “You’d be right of course, but then, so were all those other girls who made the same complaint and that didn’t stop you from screwing them over, did it?”
Susan tugged fitfully, couldn’t break loose. “Let go of me, bytch.” she gasped. “You know this isn’t right.”
Syd smiled. “Feels good though.” She dipped her knees and hoisted Susan off her feet, flipping the other brunette up into an unenviable position. Never one to draw out the inevitable, the Technical Marvel pushed onto her tiptoes and kicked both legs forward to land on her butt with a soft ‘thump’ that was utterly overshadowed by the TWAWHUNK of Susan’s head striking the canvas. Planted deep by the Deschain Driver, Susan folded in on herself then slopped over onto her back in a splay-limbed starfish.
DESCHAIN DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4QTzAMrBryU
Deschain started to go for a cover, then drew back when she looked over to Castle and realized he wasn’t quite together yet. Rather than lounge around until he was fully recovered, the brunette worked her hands into Susan’s hair and slowly peeled her off the canvas. Burlingame’s wrenched knee made it hard for her to stand straight but that was ok for Syd’s plan. Turning her back on the doubled over battler, Deschain snugged her backside up against Burlingame’s shoulders and reached down to grab hold of her arms. For a moment it looked like a lower flying model of the Decrescendo that’d started them down this road, then it transformed into an MDKristy when Sydney twisted around and stood up, draping Susan down her back like the world’s tawniest cape.
All this was only prologue however. The Ace had only been upside down for a few seconds when Deschain shifted both of Sue’s legs over her right shoulder. After that she bundled Burlingame’s feet under that arm, then twisted the younger woman’s body around the left side of her torso and dropped to one knee, neatly trapping Susan’s right arm beneath her left thigh. With her left arm hooked to Burlingame’s left bicep and her right hand in thorough control of the Ace’s boots, Sydney leaaaaaaaaned forward and started to jerk on the latter, a tactic that put all the more pressure on Susan’s stretched back and more importantly, her tender right knee.
THE KNOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5F1TguXbc8
“I once used this to submit another bytch who thought she was better than everyone else.” Sydney told her wriggling prey. “Do you think you can last longer than she did?”
Susan shook her head frantically ‘no’, the Rainmaker simultaneously furious and humiliated over having ended up in such a bytch-making move. “You’re not gonna submit me,” she hissed through clenched teeth, “you CAN’T submit me! You’re done old woman and my time is just getting starAAARRRGGGHHHHH STAAAAAAAHHHHHHP!”
Deschain leaned forward and pulled down on both ends, bending Susan’s body into an agonizing ‘C’ that was getting closer to an ‘O’ by the second. “You want out, Sue?” Syd asked quietly. “Then say it. Just like that night on the beach.”
Burlingame shook her head ‘no’ so emphatically it resulted in a cramp that didn’t fade until the following morning. “Never. You heard it once. You’ll never hear it again NAAAAAAAAHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAHHHK YOOOOOOUUU!”
Sydney jerked the Knot that much harder and now there were less than six inches between the tips of Sue’s boots and the base of her skull. “Say it one more time, Susan. I want something to remember you by.”
Susan curled her right hand into a claw and dug it into Sydney’s thigh but it wasn’t nearly enough to get her loose. Dark eyes welling with tears of shame, the Ace finally bawled, “I QUIT! I QUIT YOU EVIL BYTCH! NOW LET ME GOOOOOO!”
Sydney didn’t though, not until she looked over and saw the ref limping in their direction. Castle had one hand pressed to the back of his head but the other was shooting a signal to the Timekeeper. A moment later the bell CLANGED and Syd released with a flourish, letting Susan fall to the canvas behind her in a sweaty, crying pile. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
Nick extended a hand, offering to help the victrix to her feet. Syd waved him off. “Not yet, Nick. Susan and I have one final matter to attend to.”
Shoveling the defeated Rainmaker onto her back, Deschain crawled into position above her head and put both hands on the other brunette’s belly. “You’ve made this move your own, Susan. But we both know it was mine first. And mine’s better.”
Sue squeaked “Please don--” Then the Mangler slid forward and settled down, burying her opponent in what was to be the final scene of their near decade long rivalry. Burlingame moaned and tried to twist her head this way and that, but Deschain’s boots were tucked against her skull and there was nowhere to look save straight up.
Engulfed in buttock from the bridge of her nose on down, Susan slammed her heels against the canvas and SLAPPED Syd’s encroaching glutes until Deschain snatched them away. Holding the Ace’s wrists out at her sides, the other brunette squatted a little harder and asked, “Oh that’s right, isn’t this how you like it?” She waggled her hips back n’ forth at top speed, a sort of gluteal motorboating that got the most undignified sort of noises from the beaten heiress.
Denied all her oxygen save for the little filtered through her foe’s cheeks, Susan made a final effort to bridge free, one that was quashed when the Mangler put both hands against her thighs and pressed them flat against the mat. “Don’t fight it, Susannah.” Sydney commanded. “Or I’ll put you out anyway and then take another trophy for my collection. These would look great right there next to the rainbow pair, wouldn’t they?” She patted Burlingame’s crotch to make sure there was no misunderstanding.
Sue’s blood ran cold at the prospect. Following several seconds of silence, she mumbled, “Pleesdohn.”
Sydney shifted her weight, lifting her crotch off the beaten brunette’s mouth just enough to let her speak and or breathe. “Please don’t what, Sue?”
Between ragged gulps of air, she gasped, “Please…. don’t… don’t take my bottoms.”
Sydney moved her hands to the other woman’s hips and gave them a squeeze. Then she said, “Trophy or tribute, Sue. I don’t need both, but I want one.”
Burlingame closed her eyes and rather than deal with the impending humiliation she thought about how pleasant Eliza Bliss’s screams would sound muffled against her crotch. With that in mind she raised her head and planted a kiss on Deschain’s ass for the second time in her life. The crowd went NUTS at the submissive display and got all the louder when Sydney sat down one more time.
The temporary reprieve gave Burlingame several more seconds of consciousness to suffer through, but the Ace made no move to escape. Instead she closed her eyes and vowed that a certain Englishwoman would suffer the worst beating of her life for this indignity. Above her, Deschain forced Susan to carry all her weight until the last of the fight wheezed against her trunks. Finally satisfied, the Technical Marvel stood up and planted a boot on her slumbering foe’s chest. Nick took her right hand and raised it overhead to the crowd’s uproarious approval. “Not to show bias or anything,” he said with a smile, “but I bet most of the locker room is cheering right now. Might wanna watch out for the Court, though.”
Syd offered him a knowing look. “There’s only five of them left and I’ve got eleven slots on this tour. They want a shot at revenge? They know where I am.”
With that she ‘snapped’ her bottoms back into place and set off on a tour of the corner posts, making sure to thank all those who’d helped her kick off the Farewell Tour with such a memorable bang.