Post by SammieSinclair on May 10, 2015 21:10:09 GMT
Recently announced the number one contender for FAWN’s Lightweight Title, the Desert Flower known as Alia Saad had been on quite the roll, both in singles competition and as one half of the Exotic Empresses tag team. The FAWN veteran has had feuds with Wendy Smith and the Black Queen before Emily West’s coronation at the leader of the Court, whereas her opponent had been to war with former World Champion Chrissy Daniel. Needless to say, both women were comfortable in big matches with high stakes.
DESERT ECSTASY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uBXbIRgE0TQ
The music playing put the fans in the mind of a bazaar in Morocco. The arena darkened, colored lights swung around wildly and, emerging from a puff cloud of smoke, the Jewel of Jordan, Princess Alia Saad appeared on the stage. For her battle tonight, Alia’s shapely frame was clad in a brown two tone two piece, the bottoms a darker brown with lace trim around the waist. The top was a lighter brown with a darker lace trim lining the Sand Snake’s cleavage. Over the top she sported a brown vest then hung open giving excellent view of Royal Rack. Accessories included brown leather wristbands as well as matching pads. Finishing off the ensemble was a pair of mid calf wrestling boots with stylized serpents curling around her calves and shins. Alia made her way to the ring with nary a glance to the crowd and it wasn’t hard to understand why --these peasants weren’t fit to feed her camels
When she was halfway down the aisle, the Ring Announcer started in. “Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger, hailing from Amman Jordan…she stands five feet three inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty pounds…She is the Jewel of Jordan….The Sand Snake…ALIA SAAD!"
ALIA SAAD:
Climbing the steps to the ring apron Alia wiped her boots as she moved to the center and waited. Al Carpenter, knowing exactly what she wanted, strode over to the strands and held them down, allowing the Princess to slide through. No salutes or wild gyrations from the Desert Flower, she’s not here to impress anyone. Walking to her corner the brunette checked her own gear and leaned against the turnbuckles, waiting to give the infidel a beating she won’t soon forget. Alia had claimed she was her to end the farce of the Star Strider’s title run. The crowd boo and jeer the Jordanian, but their calls fell on deaf ears. Only the screams of a false champion were worthy of her notice.
The buzz faded alongside Alia’s music, but the quiet didn’t last long. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and ten pounds! She is the Star Strider and the FAWN Lightweight Champion… LILY BURLINGAME!”
COMEBACK KID:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPWb7dAFItI
Still amazed and yes, a bit confounded by that revelation, the Spring Break crowd leapt to their feet and roared for all they were worth when the lights went out. From within that swirling, anticipatory gloom came a thumping drum and a matched set of snapping fingers, the two bits of percussion bouncing to and fro in a rat-a-tat riff. A keening guitar note joined the beat and a few seconds later the situation got brighter in no small part due to the tongue of flame that licked at the base of the ramp. As the note held steady, the fire set off on a beeline for the top of the ramp.
The wick shrank in time with the arrival of more guitars and an Earth-shattering KA-BOOM of red pyro that almost swallowed the first verse of ’Comeback Kid’. From the center of this flash and flame a figure emerged, shooting up from the floor to land flawlessly before the capacity crowd.
Vaulting out from that smoking crater, Lily Burlingame pumped a fist for the crowd, then smacked the belt snapped around her waist and flew down the ramp in a blur of black, red and white. Free of her mask since dethroning Polly Lockwood at Bloody Valentines, the former backstage interviewer wore gleaming black bottoms accented by swirling galaxies of stars done in red and white. Her top was halter-style sports bra done in an identical scheme, the red and white seeming to shimmer and twine with her every move. Kneepads were matching black and also sported the galaxy motif, white on the left and red on the right. Her hair, though free of the mask, was still pulled back in a long, sweeping ponytail.
LILY BURLINGAME:
Kinetic as ever even without her interstellar disguise, the Girl That Gravity Forgot exploded into a run that sent her from the aisle to the apron and finally to the top rope in mere heartbeats. Bouncing from it as casually as the sadly earthbound stepped off the curb, Lily hooked a sharp turn to the left, hit the adjoining set of strands and went soaring into a gorgeous back flip that set her back in the center of the ring. Then she was off again, the Meteor Mite rounding on one heel to sprint to the far side of the squared circle. At the ropes in an instant, she caught the top and middle in both hands, leapt and twirled over the third strand in a Tiger Feint Kick that ’swicked’ through the air.
Back in the ring a heartbeat later, the youngest Burlingame sister strode to the middle of the ring and undid the belt. Holding it level with one shoulder, she thumbed an invisible detonator in the other hand and raised her gold to correspond to the thunderous ‘BOOOOOOOM!’ from her fans. “No draws tonight,” she promised them before handing the belt over to Al. Tonight I show the world that no one can do what I do as well as I do it. And that includes royalty from any side of the ocean.”
More confident than ever thanks to her snazzy new ring attire, Alia gave the edges of her truncated vest a smart little tug, then started out of the corner as soon as the bell CLANGED. Rather than stop in the center to await the champion, Saad kept right on going until she literally bumped into Lily, who was only a few feet removed from her own buckles. “Do you really believe you deserve the gold you wore down the aisle tonight?” the Jewel of Jordan purred. “You may be a champion in name, but the whole locker room knows you rode your sister’s coattails to get to FAWN. Why, you weren’t able to earn more than a draw in your first so-called defense! Do us both a favor, little girl. Lay down on the mat right now and save yourself a lot of embarrassment.” Alia tapped a boot against the canvas and pointed an index finger straight down to make sure there was no mistake. “Go on. My patience is wearing thiNHEY!”
Burlingame grabbed the other brunette’s hand in a Greco-Roman Knucklelock and wrenched it down to bend her wrist at an awkward angle. “Sounds to me like you need a lesson in manners, princess.” the former backstage interviewer snapped.
Not quite able to believe this insect dared lay a hand on her, Saad tried to tug her hand free, then SMACKED Lily across the face when that didn’t work. “Unhand me at once, girl! I won’t ask agaiNNNGGHH!”
Burlingame snapped a Side Kick into the challenger’s left hip, then pulled back and swung wide around Alia to clear a path to the corner. Forcing Saad to trail along a few steps behind, the Star Strider hopped onto the middle rope to the left of the post, then made it to the top strand on the right in a single nimble bound. Lily pushed off the instant she’d touched down, the astoundingly agile brunette throwing herself into a gorgeous corkscrew tumble that laid the champ out on her side and flipped Alia off her feet. Sent skidding across the canvas by that gorgeous Arm Drag, Saad flopped onto her belly and almost dipped under the bottom rope before she came to a full stop.
ROPE FLIP ARM DRAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWYt5LXJGEw
Lily on the other hand popped to boot leather with an impressive little front flip, then raced over to her foe and dropped down to her haunches almost within kissing distance of the Jordanian export. “Hey, I’ve got an idea, Alia.” she chirped. “ Why don’t you lay down for me? At least you’ll have a nice view when I come crashing down on--”
Saad lunged for her and Burlingame twisted aside, an effortlessly acrobatic effort that allowed her to swat Alia’s bronzed butt as she twirled by. Alia smacked the mat with both hands, clambered to boot leather and rounded on the grinning American. “You think you can get away with embarrassing me, little girl?”
Lily’s smile faded to almost nothing. “I didn’t come here to embarrass you, Alia. I came for a wrestling match. You don’t think I’m ready for this title? Then come take it from me… little girl.”
The brown-clad battler did just that, showing a surprising burst of speed as she crossed the canvas and swept Burlingame into a rough Collar & Elbow. Backing the American into the ropes, Saad drilled a Kneelift into Lily’s tummy, then hooked her at the elbows and angled them back over the top rope. A Headbutt to the bridge of the nose stopped the champion from fighting back long enough for Alia to snag the middle strand and pull it up across her opponent’s shoulders. “Hear my words and hear them well, you insignificant, sniveling girl.” Alia had one hand buried in Lily’s ponytail while the other gripped her chin with thumb and forefinger.
“I am no would be politico.” She CRAAACKED Lily’s face with a Bytch Slap to strengthen the point. “I am no Olympic one off desperately clinging to ancient achievements. (CRAAACK!) I am the Desert Flower! (CRAAACK!) The Sand Snake! (CRAAACK!) The Jewel of Jordan! (CRAAACK!) I am ALIA SAAD! And when I issue an order I expect it to be obeyed!” (CRAAACK!) Saad clouted her opponent one more time and would’ve gotten even more vicious with her punishment if Al Carpenter hadn’t bustled up beside them and started to count.
Alia stopped smacking, but made no effort to back away from the other brunette. “ I believe a warning is customary!” she snapped at the official.
“You tied her in the ropes and slapped her half a dozen times.” Carpenter shot back. “That’s all the warning you get.”
The count resumed at once, so Saad drove a knee into her foe’s belly, then pulled her free of the rubber-coated steel trap. Putting her back to Lily without creating any real distance, Alia reached over her right shoulder with both hands and collected the American’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock. Then she stepped forward, pushed up on her toes and dropped to one knee to flip Burlingame onto her butt courtesy a SnapMar--
‘OOOOOOOOHHHH!’ Lily flipped all right, only she didn’t end up on her butt, she came down on her feet like it was nothing at all. Startled for all of a half second, Alia still ate a Back Elbow from the champ for her hesitation and ended up smeared against the ropes. Burlingame crowded in and draped the other brunette’s arms over the top but she didn’t bother to bind them in place. Rather she put both hands against Alia’s chin and pushed back, forcing her head out into space at an unpleasant angle. Holding this until Al started another count, Burlingame put her hands on the other brunette’s shoulders, then crouched down and busted out a flawless vertical leap that ended with her boots astride Saad’s shoulders.
Already loud, the crowd grew downright thunderous when Lily raised one hand high overhead and pressed her thumb to the imaginary detonator. The resulting BOOOM! provided the perfect impetus to launch off her opponent’s shoulders with a gorgeous back-flip, Lily landing just close enough to CRAAACK Alia’s mug with a Bytch Slap of her own.
Jostled clear of the ropes by these disgustingly American theatrics, Alia reached for the Lightweight champ only to eat a quick jab for her troubles. Saad’s hands flew up to inspect her face, giving Burlingame all the more reason to snatch onto a Wristlock. Pulling away in a couple big steps, Lily dropped her hips and sent the Jewel of Jordan on her way with an Irish Whip--or not. Alia made it to full extension, then dug in her heels and jerked forward to send Burlingame in her place. Lily crossed the mat like it’d been her plan all along, but when it came time for her to whip around she took to the skies and landed on the second strand. From there she launched herself out and back, the limber little firecracker twirling like a dervish right up until the moment she SMECKED against Saad’s chest. Chasing after the champ in hopes of keeping the pressure on, Alia was blown from her feet and landed hard on her back with the Star Strider snuggled against her chest. She needn’t have worried about a pin however, Burlingame rolled away and sprang to verticality without even considering one.
SPRINGBOARD CORKSCREW CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBvrNgfYVIo
Didn’t mean she wasn’t keen to punish the Desert Flower, far from it in fact. Getting her hands under Saad’s chin when the other brunette made it to one knee, Lily dragged her all the way up before tagging her chin with a quick little European Uppercut. Alia reeled on the spot so Lily turned her back and ran the ropes again. Speeding up as she closed in, Burlingame put her hands out and dropped into a perfect headstand. The backs of her legs ’twanged’ against the ropes and she would’ve produced a flawless handspring if Alia hadn’t rushed in and THWHACKED both feet into the champ’s face with a perfectly timed Baseball Slide Dropkick.
Knocked into an ungainly sprawl by the unexpected attack, Lily tried to cover her head and ended up taking several knees to the stomach as a result. Alia could’ve gone on quite a bit longer, but she reined herself in because she didn’t want the biased official making this any more difficult. Settling instead on a tactic that no one could fault, she dragged Burlingame a short distance toward the nearest corner, then stood up and stepped over (or rather on, as she buried a heel in Lily’s belly en route to her destination) before slipping out onto the apron.
“The time for false champions has passed!” Alia announced to the jeering crowd. After tonight, this company will have a Lightweight Standard-bearer of which the whole world can be proud!”
Top rope gripped in both hands, she vaulted over into the ring and angled her descent so she landed thighs-first atop the ropes on the other side of the turnbuckle. Then she flipped backward and THWHAMMED down atop Lily’s chest with a flawless Jordanian Press.
JORDANIAN PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xg7uk3C7jWQ
Alia made small adjustments as she settled in on top of the champ and hooked a leg going for the first fall attempt of the title bout. Al was down quickly and made the functionary check of Lily’s shoulders,
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Burlingame bucked her entire body and bridged up flopping over onto her side. The Desert Flower huffed, but remained silent for the moment. Carpenter warned Saad about using the hair to bring the Champ back up, Alia snarled some, but didn’t release Lily until she’s back to boot leather. Not pulling on Lily’s follicles anymore, the Jewel of Jordan put her hand on the back of the champ’s noggin keeping her head down. The Sand Snake brought her free arm lacing up across the other brunette’s jaw line with the European Uppercut she’d rechristened the Arabian Uppercut.
Lily spun around and fell to her knees, both arms hanging over the middle strand. The Desert Flower tugged the brown vest, pulling it a bit more over her ample bosom. She looked at Carpenter and grins knowing her next action would have the official sputtering the normal spew about rules. Saad stepped toward the stunned Burlingame and leaned her hip against the back of the champ’s head pushing her throat down across the rubber-coated metal.
On cue, “Off the ropes Saad!” Al barked.
The Jewel of Jordan raised an eyebrow, “You dare talk to a Princess of Jordan as such?”
Carpenter. one of the senior referees and probably the most impartial, wouldn’t be baited into a pointless argument that cost Lily more time in the illegal hold. Burlingame kicked her legs and waved her arms desperate to escape the ropes. Al began to count to aid the champ. Alia used three of the five count before pushing off the other brunette and stepping back to satisfy the zebra.
The former backstage interviewer leaned forward, rubbing her burning throat to ease the pain, so she didn’t realize the Sand Snake was coming up from behind. Alia broufht her right hand up between Burlingame’s thighs grabbing the center of her trunks and slipped her other hand under Lily’s tummy. The Champ cried mostly in shock, “Let go of my EEEEEP!
Lifting and pushing at the same time, Saad sent the former masked wrestler tumbling out of the ring. Lily bounced off the apron hitting her shoulder hard on the edge of the ring before falling to the arena floor. Alia watched until her opponent was on the floor then she slipped through the ropes. Carpenter tried to stop the Sand Snake with his only option, “Come on Alia get it back in the ring.”
The Jewel of Jordan just waved a dismissive hand, Al started counting both women out as Lily stirred and started to rise. Alia tapped her boot on the canvas waiting like a viper ready to strike, Burlingame looked first to the ring and not seeing her opponent spun around, panicked. The delay cost the champ, she just didn’t have the time to find an escape route before the Desert Flower’s boot blasted her in the chest. Lily cried out in pain and turned away, her arms folded across her chest as she stumbled along the ring apron. Alia dropped down to the floor behind Burlingame and grabbed a handful of waistband while the other snagged hair. Spinning her around, the Sand Snake tossed the youngest of the Burlingame brood into the metal security railing that encircled the ring.
The Desert Flower turned, ran back toward the ring and rolled under the bottom rope. Once she was in the ring she reversed direction and headed right back to the floor. Carpenter again warns the Jordanian, “Bring it back in the ring Saad!”
Still ignoring the referee, Alia stalked over to the champion and hair-hauled her back to vertical. The Jewel of Jordan went from hair to wrist and shoulder and whipped the diminutive back at the ring. Alia surely thought she was sending Burlingame for a sudden stop with the ring apron, but Lily leapt from the floor to the narrow ledge and a short hop put her boots on the middle ring rope. All of this happened in a blink of the eye and Lily launched backward hitting Saad with a Back Elbow right on the chin. The crowd popped to their collective feet, roaring in approval.
Lily stayed on her feet after nailing Alia, but the Desert Flower was knocked on her backside. Burlingame didn’t even look back to see how the strike worked, instead she leapt onto the apron and moved down the ring ropes on the outside. There she stopped and turned around to line up with the rising challenger. Three steps was all the champ needed to get to full speed and she took flight, the diminutive brunette tumbling through a flip that THWHUMPED into Alia as she reached her full height. The Cannonball Senton sent Saad back to the ground as Lily rolled through the landing and yelled, “YEAH!”
The tiny brunette popped up and gave a fan at ring side a high five before she picked up Al’s count and sped back to the ring where she slid under the bottom rope. Carpenter took a deep breath, thinking Burlingame would be more reasonable than the Sand Sna-- “LILY, WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?”
The champ looked over her shoulder as she reached the floor. “Sorry Al, but I can’t win by count-out.”
Saad had made it to all fours when Burlingame grabbed the lacy waistband of trunks. A handful of vest made it that much easier to haul the Sand Snake up and toss her under the bottom rope. Lily climbed onto apron, grabbed the top rope in both hands and somersaulted herself back into the fray. Laid out on her back, Alia saw the champ the and rolled away, thinking she’ll leave Lily with a hard landing. But the former correspondent landed on her feet as if she guessed Saad’s moves. The Desert Flower stopped rolling and rose to all fours so Lily simply punted the exotic brunette in the stomach to send her on her way. The FAWNatics let out a loud cheer and Lily waves a salute to them, looking as cool and confident a champion as the promotion has ever seen.
Buzzing back to Alia even as the crowd starts cheering her name, the Star Strider grabbed hold of the princess’s vest and used it to haul her to boot leather. Once there she shifted over to a Wristlock, then backed off and dropped into a deep crouch to send her foe racing toward the far corner courtesy an Irish Whip. Understandably discombobulated following the champ’s acrobatic resurgence, Saad managed to turn herself around but slowing down was out of the question and she BWUUUNGED hard against the thinly-padded steel.
Burlingame held off long enough to see if the other brunette would keep her feet. When she did, Lily broke into a limber sprint that proved nothing more than a launch-pad for a pair of flawless handsprings. The second brought her up directly in front of the challenger and Lily sprang into the aether, her right foot flicking out to THWHACK Alia behind the ear in a beautiful Enzugiri.
HANDSPRING ENZUGIRI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BWn1V7XYoxM
Saad sagged but still didn’t relinquish her hold on verticality, so Burlingame got in close and hopped onto the second turnbuckle. Working a hand into Alia’s thick hair, the brunette pulled her opponent’s head back, all the better to force harsh eye contact. “You don’t think I deserve this title, Alia? The lumps on your forehead do.”
Those welts rose to prominence immediately thereafter as Burlingame curled her other hand into a fist and pounded away on the Desert Flower’s pate. Delighted to have a Burlingame to love unconditionally, the FAWNatics were quite loud as they tolled the count. ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!”
Alia got her hands on Lily’s tummy between ‘SEVEN!’ and ‘EIGHT!’ and sent her flying from the corner with a strong shove. Lily landed on her feet easily enough, though her mood wasn’t improved by Saad’s latest assessment of her skills. “You hit like a dilettante, little girl. Were we boxing in my palace your weeping form would have been cradled to safety long ago.”
The American frowned, rolled her shoulders. “We’re not boxing in your palace, Alia. We’re wrestling in a ring. Which might as well be MY palace, as long as the gold is around my waist.”
Saad traced a hand over her décolletage, then flicked a fine mist of sweat in the champion’s direction. “Your reign will be nothing, weakling. My dynasty however, that will be built on the ruins of your sobbing face!”
Lily had enough of that trash so she charged the Jewel of Jordan flat out. Leaving her feet with a couple yards to spare, she raised her knees to chest level only to drop them to avoid a nasty collision with the corner when Saad spun out of the way. Some of the quickest reflexes in the industry today allowed Burlingame to avoid slamming into the buckles. They did not however, stop Alia from slamming into her back with a short-range Avalanche Splash.
Crushed between her foe and the top two buckles, Lily gasped in pain when Alia palmed her noggin in in both hands and BWUNGED her face against the top turnbuckle. “Such coarse fabric cannot be allowed to defile my flawless skin, little girl.” Saad cooed to the woozy champion. “Make yourself useful and prepare it for my enjoyment.” Burlingame had no intention of assisting the wicked bytch, unfortunately she didn’t have much choice because Alia bwun-bwun-BWUNGED her forehead off the top turnbuckle more than half a dozen times in maybe three seconds. Keeping Burlingame’s mug pressed to the rough canvas when she was satisfied, Alia scrubbed the champ’s head back n’ forth, then turned around and hopped onto the middle strand.
Back to her prey, Alia swatted Lily’s ponytail out of the way and said, “Never mind. Your head shall make a much better seat.” She sat down on the back of Lily’s head and gyrated her hips, the unorthodox ‘sandblaster’ take on the standard Stinkface earning muffled squeals and stamped feet from the champion and groans of sympathy from everyone else.
A bit taken aback by the painfully creative maneuver, Al probably waited a little bit longer than he should’ve before starting the count. Alia pushed off at ‘TWO!’ and though she didn’t sass the official she didn’t give Burlingame much in the way of breathing room. Instead she hooked her around the waist and dragged Lily into the ropes to the immediate left of the corner. With Burlingame slumped chest-first against the rubber-coated steel, Saad draped her arms over the top rope, then pressed in on her six and reached over with both hands. Gripping the middle rope, she pulled it up and over, not just Lily’s shoulders but her head as well, effectively trapping the Star Strider’s upper torso in a remarkably unpleasant trap.
“You may have flown with the stars little girl,” Alia cooed in the younger woman’s ear, “but against me you are simply another destined to bear scars of failure. Behold the Tiger’s Claw and tremble.”
“Oh, go kiss my ass, AliERRRRGGGHH!” Lily squealed in pain when the Desert Flower reached around with both hands, grabbed hold of her tummy and raaaaaaaaaaaked in opposite directions. Saad released with a flourish, reset her hands and made sure to dig in deep before repeating the belly-rending tactic. Burlingame fought against the other brunette’s claws but with her arms immobilized and the Princess pressed so close behind she could only stand there and take it until she abruptly remembered something important. “ROPES! I’m in the ropes ALLMMMMRRRGGHH!”
Alia relieved one hand of tummy torture duty to cup it over Lily’s mouth and nose. “Alerting him will only prolong your suffering, insect. Yield now and I may yet be merciful.”
No one knew whether the champion considered this proposal because Al Carpenter swatted Saad on the shoulder and barked, “Off the ropes, Alia! Now!” Though irked by the interruption, the Jewel of Jordan didn’t dawdle when forced to extract the mewling American from the strands. Turning Lily to face her, Alia scooped her up behind the knees and marched her along one side of the squared circle to make sure the biased referee couldn’t complain when she set Burlingame in a seat on the top turnbuckle. “It was indeed a momentous occasion when Cherry Bomb revealed herself as blood of the Rainmaker.” Saad murmured to her wounded adversary. “Sad then that it will be dwarfed by the moment when I reveal the woman under the mask as all too mortaLNNNGGGH!”
Alia had reached for Burlingame’s head, presumably in search of a Front Facelock and received a sharp little kick to the elbow in return. Turning away from the champion without realizing it, Saad only understood her mistake when Burlingame hopped off the corner and landed with both shins astride her shoulders. Ankles crossed just behind the challenger’s head, Lily twisted down and in to tumble easily onto her side while Alia was flipped head over heels and tumbled across the mat before coming to a stop.
DIVING SOMERSAULT HEADSCISSORS @ 00:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rUyIE_z64R4
Scrambling up as quick as she could, the Desert Flower was disgusted to find Burlingame ready and waiting. “Ya used me as a seat and a stress ball, princess.” Lily said coldly. “Now I’m gonna use you as a crash-pad.” Alia answered with a sudden charge that brought her talons to within inches of the smaller wrestler’s eyes. That’s when the youngest Burlingame executed a micro-hop and PWAAAKED her feet into Saad’s right thigh. The Low Dropkick flipped Alia again, only now she rolled onto her tummy to guard against another attack on her knee.
That was all well and good for her legs, but it left everything else woefully undefended, as she discovered when Lily settled into a seat on the small of her back. “A part of me hopes this doesn’t count as gimmick infringement.” Burlingame confessed as she grabbed the other brunette’s elbows and pulled her arms up and back over the waiting planes of her thighs. “And then there’s another part of me that doesn’t give a damn what it is, just as long as it makes you cry.” That said, Lily laced her fingers across Alia’s chin and wreeeeeeeeenched back on the Camel Clutch.
Infringing on Alia’s own personal hold looked painful, but the Desert Flower remained calm even if she’s trapped. Lily leaned back, but only earned the slightest of grunts and groans. Burlingame couldn’t see the evil look on the Sand Snake’s face, Alia was downright furious that the champ would dare use the Camel Clutch on her.
Al knelt in front of the pair of brunettes and did his duty asking for Alia’s submission, but the fire in her dark eyes told him the answer before Saad growled a refusal between clinched teeth. Lily, disappointed that she didn’t hearing more whining or complaining from the Desert Flower, slid farther back until her bum was directly atop the Princess’s backside. Still no wails! Alia’s breasts strained against the two-tone brown top, her vest open wide and thus offering an excellent view of those Jordanian slopes.
The Rowdier FAWNatics wanted Lily to move down to the challenger’s rack and tug them out of the cups, but Burlingame wasn’t listening. Alia waited patiently, making small adjustments until she slipped first one arm and then the other off the champ’s thighs. Lily leaned back lifting the Sand Snake so high her belly button was visible to the fans in front of her. The Jewel of Jordan got her knees pulled and struggled to all fours. The Desert Flower awkwardly hooked her arms around the other brunette’s gams and she stood with the American clinging to her back.
Keeping her cool, Lily switched her Chinlock to a Sleeper and Alia’s sweaty face took on a crimson hue as she fought to keep her balance. Burlingame added a Bodyscissors to try and force the Sand Snake back down to her belly but Saad got set and fell backward, slamming the champ into the canvas with a heavy THWHUMP! Lily’s arms and legs sprang open and Alia rolled away. Al watched both brunettes for a moment, then began to count them out.
Alia started to move first and it looked like she’d beat Lily to vertical, but the champ rolled back on her shoulders and expertly kipped up to her feet in one fluid motion. Burlingame fired a high kick at the Desert Flower, which Saad caught against her side. Hopping on one foot, Lily took a swing at Alia but missed by more than a foot. The Sand Snake grinned, then twisted down and around, slinging the Star Strider to the canvas with a Dragon Screw.
DRAGON SCREW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WoR6faM28-Q
The crowds ’oooohhhh’s!’ in sympathy for the champion as she clutched at her knee. She was still grimacing when the Jewel of Jordan crawled over and grabbed a handful of sweat-soaked hair. “Off the hair Alia.” Al said.
“You are not needed arbitrator. I shall inform you when your services are required.” The Princess waved her free hand at the tall referee as if dismissing a servant.
The infraction would hardly be cause for disqualification, and Saad released her hair hold as soon as she had Lily on her feet. The youngest of the Burlingame clan was a little gimpy on her recently twisted knee, which gave her no real chance to escape before the Sand Snake THUMPED a Kneelift into Burlingame’s tummy just above her beltline. Saad wrapped an arm around Lily’s offered head, flipped the champ’s arm over her shoulders and lifted the Star Strider. It’s not a big lift like the Destroyers in FAWN tend to use, or even Alia’s old enemy the Suplex Machine Wendy Smith. The move wasn’t meant to be high impact as when Saad took Burlingame over she hooked her leg behind Lily’s and DROPPED the other brunette on the back of her head with the Djinn’s Blessing. Arms splayed out to the side, tush pointed skyward, Lily was in danger of losing her prized possession as Carpenter counted…
DJINN’S BLESSING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZS_gTvrw8o
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOO!
Lily broke free with about a half second to spare. Al jumped up, holding two fingers aloft to let everyone know the match was still live. The Jewel of Jordan was not happy with the tall man. Rising up to her full five foot three she stormed over to the well over six foot tall Carpenter and yelled, “That was three!”
Al stood by the call and informed Alia it was only a two count.
Saad adjusted her vest and snapped her bottoms back over the seductive curve of her buttocks before returning to Burlingame. There wasn’t much help needed as the champ was most of the way upright, so Alia slipped her arms around the heiress’s torso and locked both hands tight. Lily’s head fell backward as she was caught in the tight embrace. Fighting as best she could, the Star Strider raised her hands, then let out a little scream when spun her up, over and DOWN to the canvas via a Belly to Belly Suplex. The Princess landed on top of the Vermont native, then pushed off and made straight for the turnbuckles. Though not known as a highflier, Alia looked quite comfortable when she mounted the top turnbuckle and spun around. Down below, Lily chest rose and fell, rose and fell, the only motion from the champion.
The Desert Flower raised her arms and leapt into the void. The FAWNatics screamed a warning to the grounded brunette but gravity already had hold of Saad and she rocketed toward the prone battler. Thus committed, Alia laid out ready to splash down on the unworthy champ and end her farce of a reign and thus begin the iron rule of the Sand Snake.
The crowd nearly blew the roof off the arena when Lily rolled clear and left Alia nothing but thinly padded plywood for a landing. The challenger bounced nearly a foot into the air and landed a second time face-first. Saad rolled to her back, one hand across her bosom the other folded across her tummy. Her knees pulled up as she rocked in pain.
Elsewhere, Lily laid stretched out on her stomach with one arm cradled tight against the back of her skull. Still smarting from that wicked Blessing, the former Cherry Bomb forced herself to her knees to better survey the ring. Slightly improved by the sight of Alia suffering similar aches, the Lightweight Champion got up and trudged over to the other brunette. Soon as she twined her fingers in Saad’s hair the challenger spiked an elbow back into the pit of Burlingame’s stomach, the pointed blow doubling her over with a gasp. Shaking loose of Lily’s grip, Alia scrambled to her feet, swung around and buried both hands in the American’s hair.
“DON’T EVER TOUCH ME!” she roared while trying to wrench Burlingame’s head from her shoulders. “YOU’RE NOT FIT TO CARRY MY BAGS, LET ALONE THAT TITLE!” Saad pulled one hand out of Lily’s hair, flattened it into a paddle and added a barrage of stiff, insulting slaps to the younger battler’s face. “ IF YOU HAVE (SMACK!) ANY HONOR (SMACK!) AT ALL (SMACK!) YOU’LL THROW YOURSELF DOWN (SMACK!) IN SUPPLICATION (SMACK!) AND ACCEPT (SMACK!) MY (SMACK!) BOOT (SMACK!) WITH NNNNNGGHHHH!”
Lily interrupted Alia’s rant with a double fistful of hair, which she then used to jerk the Sand Snake into a Kneelift that THWHUMPED against her navel. More than a little peeved following the dismissive treatment, Burlingame fired off half a dozen more Kneelifts before yanking her head back at an awkward angle. “I’m not fit to carry your bags, huh princess? Then I’ll just carry your whiny ass!” Relinquishing the hair-hold before Al could get on her about it, Lily wrapped her arms around Alia’s waist, locked her hands and hoisted the Desert Flower onto her tiptoes with a surprisingly brawny Bear Hug.
Saad wailed in breathless pain, but was quick to shake her head ‘no’ when the official asked if she wanted to surrender. “NO! This insect will never force a concession from AAHHHH GGGRRRHHHH!”
Burlingame ‘hupped’ her all the way off the mat, forcing Saad to brace her shins against the champ’s hips to alleviate some of the pressure. “Stronger than I look, Alia.” Lily huffed as she enforced her will tummy to tummy. “Once spent a summer visiting every beach on the west coast and wrestling any girl under five-five that wanted to go. Got my ass kicked a lot in the beginning but now I can Hug like a fiend and I haven’t lost a La Conquista in two years. So you just think about that before you tell me I’m not good enough to RRRGGGGHHHHHHH!”
Sensing she couldn’t power her way out of the Hug, Alia fought through the pain to lean in close and chomp down on the bridge of Lily’s nose. This brought an immediate rebuke from Carpenter but Saad didn’t care because it also brought an immediate end to the Bear Hug. Free once again to deal with this pretender as she saw fit, Alia drove a Toe Kick into Burlingame’s belly, then sidled in close and coiled her arms around the brunette’s waist. Gutwrench secure, she flipped Lily up ‘n over and dropped to her tush to THWHUMP the Star Strider onto the back of her head and shoulders courtesy the Damascus Powerbomb. Leaned in tight against Lily’s upturned haunches, Saad squeezed a little tighter and nodded in time with the…
DAMASCUS POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yOQieMRk_2Q
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lily shrugged loose of the predicament with a heartbeat to spare, leaving Saad to set off on what could only be described as a royal Hissy Fit! “THAT WAS THREE!” she bellowed to Carpenter, who used every bit of his self control to not run for the hills when she got all up in his business. “YOU HAVE ONE JOB! COUNT TO THREE! IS THAT SO HARD?”
Fully aware he was taking his life in his hands, the lanky official answered, “Only when she kicks out at two. You want that title, Alia? Keep her down for three seconds.”
She came *this* close to smacking his face into the lower deck before lowering her raised hand. “Very well. But after you’ve counted three you’re going to KEEP counting and you won’t stop until I command it. Are we clear?” He nodded once and that was enough to get Saad refocused on the ailing champion. Stalking back to Burlingame, the Sand Snake buried a hand in her hair and dragged her upright on knees that looked like they could give way at any moment. “You have survived many trials tonight, insect. But there is no surviving what awaits you in the Valley of the Pharaohs.”
With that she positioned herself to the American’s right and hooked her left arm over Burlingame’s right bicep. Then she dipped and cradled Lily’s right leg, the pair of hooks allowing Saad to wedge her shoulders against the other brunette’s lower back. Ready to send Burlingame off with the rest of the former champions, Alia roared with triumph and hoisted her burden up, over and NO!
Lily wrenched her leg loose of the challenger’s clutches and flipped through to land on her feet. Still linked to Alia by one arm, the Star Strider flicked out a hand and CRAAACKED her across the mouth with a Bytch Slap she’d been anticipating all night. Slipping loose as Alia reared back, Lily charged, leapt and ‘smecked’ her legs around opposing noggin. Twisting around even before her ankles were locked, Burlingame popped her hips and dropped back but rather than flip Saad onto her back she sent her chest-first into the ropes. Lily popped up fast, saw Alia in the position she wanted and charged down her back-trail. Angling to the side at the last instant, she hopped up, snatched the top rope in both hands and whirled her shins into Saad’s face with a dull THWHAP!
CHERRY SWIRL @ 00:21
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvipemNhMTU
The Cherry Swirl knocked Alia off her feet and sent her into a woozy somersault that nevertheless allowed her to regain verticality almost immediately thereafter. Perched anxiously on the apron, Lily leapt onto the top rope and came flying toward the challenger with her legs spread in a narrow ‘V’. Not another ‘Rana though, she grabbed Alia by the back of the neck on the way down and THWHUNKED her forehead into the canvas. Saad popped up like a lawn dart and went rolling in the opposite direction with her head cradled in her arms. Making it to her knees a moment later, she was only vaguely aware when Burlingame rushed in and jerked her to boot-leather.
SPRINGBOARD SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h99Ww5oEwmY
Coiling her left arm around Saad’s right bicep, Lily dropped out, hooked the challenger’s right leg with her free arm and rolled her onto her back with a Cradle. Far from done, the Star Strider flipped over the prone princess and let loose of her leg while maintaining control of her right arm, which turned Alia onto her tummy. Jerking that captured right arm back at a sharp angle, Burlingame flipped her body up and against the exposed limb, using it as a lever to turn Saad onto her back once again. With Alia’s right arm pinned beneath her torso, Lily grabbed the Jordanian’s left wrist in her left hand and pressed it against the mat. In the same breath she reached back with her left hand, grabbed hold of Alia’s right ankle and pulled down tight, thus strapping the wriggling Sand Snake to her back while Al and the FAWNatics counted…
BLACK HOLE @ 11:50
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mMuNisyofuM
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Lily let loose at once and bounced to her feet, the victorious battler delighted to hear the Announcer call, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and STILL the FAWN Lightweight Champion, LILY BURLINGAME!”
What in the hell do you call that bit of wackiness?” Al asked her after handing over the strap and raising the brunette’s hand.
“That?” Lily said, pointing to the ‘tron, which was showing a replay of the elaborate cradle that’d ended Alia’s bid for gold. “I call it the Black Hole. Because once you’re in, you’re not getting out.”
The ref grinned. “I like it. All right champ, take your lap. You’ve earned it.”
Still grinning, Lily snapped the belt around her waist, then put a boot on Alia’s backside and placed both hands on her hips. “You don’t have to carry my bags, but you’re gonna feel my boot for a little while, princess.” Burlingame stepped onto Saads’ bronzed booty with both feet and bounced a little, just to make sure Saad felt her weight. When she was satisfied she jogged to the nearest corner and hopped onto the middle rope. “Hope you’re not bored with me yet, folks.” she told the cheering crowd. “Because I like the way this belt feels and I’m not gonna let it go without a helluva fight!” They assured her they were anything but bored, so Burlingame thanked them with a tour of the other three corners before slipping out of the ring and on to new conquests.
DESERT ECSTASY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uBXbIRgE0TQ
The music playing put the fans in the mind of a bazaar in Morocco. The arena darkened, colored lights swung around wildly and, emerging from a puff cloud of smoke, the Jewel of Jordan, Princess Alia Saad appeared on the stage. For her battle tonight, Alia’s shapely frame was clad in a brown two tone two piece, the bottoms a darker brown with lace trim around the waist. The top was a lighter brown with a darker lace trim lining the Sand Snake’s cleavage. Over the top she sported a brown vest then hung open giving excellent view of Royal Rack. Accessories included brown leather wristbands as well as matching pads. Finishing off the ensemble was a pair of mid calf wrestling boots with stylized serpents curling around her calves and shins. Alia made her way to the ring with nary a glance to the crowd and it wasn’t hard to understand why --these peasants weren’t fit to feed her camels
When she was halfway down the aisle, the Ring Announcer started in. “Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger, hailing from Amman Jordan…she stands five feet three inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty pounds…She is the Jewel of Jordan….The Sand Snake…ALIA SAAD!"
ALIA SAAD:
Climbing the steps to the ring apron Alia wiped her boots as she moved to the center and waited. Al Carpenter, knowing exactly what she wanted, strode over to the strands and held them down, allowing the Princess to slide through. No salutes or wild gyrations from the Desert Flower, she’s not here to impress anyone. Walking to her corner the brunette checked her own gear and leaned against the turnbuckles, waiting to give the infidel a beating she won’t soon forget. Alia had claimed she was her to end the farce of the Star Strider’s title run. The crowd boo and jeer the Jordanian, but their calls fell on deaf ears. Only the screams of a false champion were worthy of her notice.
The buzz faded alongside Alia’s music, but the quiet didn’t last long. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and ten pounds! She is the Star Strider and the FAWN Lightweight Champion… LILY BURLINGAME!”
COMEBACK KID:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPWb7dAFItI
Still amazed and yes, a bit confounded by that revelation, the Spring Break crowd leapt to their feet and roared for all they were worth when the lights went out. From within that swirling, anticipatory gloom came a thumping drum and a matched set of snapping fingers, the two bits of percussion bouncing to and fro in a rat-a-tat riff. A keening guitar note joined the beat and a few seconds later the situation got brighter in no small part due to the tongue of flame that licked at the base of the ramp. As the note held steady, the fire set off on a beeline for the top of the ramp.
The wick shrank in time with the arrival of more guitars and an Earth-shattering KA-BOOM of red pyro that almost swallowed the first verse of ’Comeback Kid’. From the center of this flash and flame a figure emerged, shooting up from the floor to land flawlessly before the capacity crowd.
Vaulting out from that smoking crater, Lily Burlingame pumped a fist for the crowd, then smacked the belt snapped around her waist and flew down the ramp in a blur of black, red and white. Free of her mask since dethroning Polly Lockwood at Bloody Valentines, the former backstage interviewer wore gleaming black bottoms accented by swirling galaxies of stars done in red and white. Her top was halter-style sports bra done in an identical scheme, the red and white seeming to shimmer and twine with her every move. Kneepads were matching black and also sported the galaxy motif, white on the left and red on the right. Her hair, though free of the mask, was still pulled back in a long, sweeping ponytail.
LILY BURLINGAME:
Kinetic as ever even without her interstellar disguise, the Girl That Gravity Forgot exploded into a run that sent her from the aisle to the apron and finally to the top rope in mere heartbeats. Bouncing from it as casually as the sadly earthbound stepped off the curb, Lily hooked a sharp turn to the left, hit the adjoining set of strands and went soaring into a gorgeous back flip that set her back in the center of the ring. Then she was off again, the Meteor Mite rounding on one heel to sprint to the far side of the squared circle. At the ropes in an instant, she caught the top and middle in both hands, leapt and twirled over the third strand in a Tiger Feint Kick that ’swicked’ through the air.
Back in the ring a heartbeat later, the youngest Burlingame sister strode to the middle of the ring and undid the belt. Holding it level with one shoulder, she thumbed an invisible detonator in the other hand and raised her gold to correspond to the thunderous ‘BOOOOOOOM!’ from her fans. “No draws tonight,” she promised them before handing the belt over to Al. Tonight I show the world that no one can do what I do as well as I do it. And that includes royalty from any side of the ocean.”
More confident than ever thanks to her snazzy new ring attire, Alia gave the edges of her truncated vest a smart little tug, then started out of the corner as soon as the bell CLANGED. Rather than stop in the center to await the champion, Saad kept right on going until she literally bumped into Lily, who was only a few feet removed from her own buckles. “Do you really believe you deserve the gold you wore down the aisle tonight?” the Jewel of Jordan purred. “You may be a champion in name, but the whole locker room knows you rode your sister’s coattails to get to FAWN. Why, you weren’t able to earn more than a draw in your first so-called defense! Do us both a favor, little girl. Lay down on the mat right now and save yourself a lot of embarrassment.” Alia tapped a boot against the canvas and pointed an index finger straight down to make sure there was no mistake. “Go on. My patience is wearing thiNHEY!”
Burlingame grabbed the other brunette’s hand in a Greco-Roman Knucklelock and wrenched it down to bend her wrist at an awkward angle. “Sounds to me like you need a lesson in manners, princess.” the former backstage interviewer snapped.
Not quite able to believe this insect dared lay a hand on her, Saad tried to tug her hand free, then SMACKED Lily across the face when that didn’t work. “Unhand me at once, girl! I won’t ask agaiNNNGGHH!”
Burlingame snapped a Side Kick into the challenger’s left hip, then pulled back and swung wide around Alia to clear a path to the corner. Forcing Saad to trail along a few steps behind, the Star Strider hopped onto the middle rope to the left of the post, then made it to the top strand on the right in a single nimble bound. Lily pushed off the instant she’d touched down, the astoundingly agile brunette throwing herself into a gorgeous corkscrew tumble that laid the champ out on her side and flipped Alia off her feet. Sent skidding across the canvas by that gorgeous Arm Drag, Saad flopped onto her belly and almost dipped under the bottom rope before she came to a full stop.
ROPE FLIP ARM DRAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWYt5LXJGEw
Lily on the other hand popped to boot leather with an impressive little front flip, then raced over to her foe and dropped down to her haunches almost within kissing distance of the Jordanian export. “Hey, I’ve got an idea, Alia.” she chirped. “ Why don’t you lay down for me? At least you’ll have a nice view when I come crashing down on--”
Saad lunged for her and Burlingame twisted aside, an effortlessly acrobatic effort that allowed her to swat Alia’s bronzed butt as she twirled by. Alia smacked the mat with both hands, clambered to boot leather and rounded on the grinning American. “You think you can get away with embarrassing me, little girl?”
Lily’s smile faded to almost nothing. “I didn’t come here to embarrass you, Alia. I came for a wrestling match. You don’t think I’m ready for this title? Then come take it from me… little girl.”
The brown-clad battler did just that, showing a surprising burst of speed as she crossed the canvas and swept Burlingame into a rough Collar & Elbow. Backing the American into the ropes, Saad drilled a Kneelift into Lily’s tummy, then hooked her at the elbows and angled them back over the top rope. A Headbutt to the bridge of the nose stopped the champion from fighting back long enough for Alia to snag the middle strand and pull it up across her opponent’s shoulders. “Hear my words and hear them well, you insignificant, sniveling girl.” Alia had one hand buried in Lily’s ponytail while the other gripped her chin with thumb and forefinger.
“I am no would be politico.” She CRAAACKED Lily’s face with a Bytch Slap to strengthen the point. “I am no Olympic one off desperately clinging to ancient achievements. (CRAAACK!) I am the Desert Flower! (CRAAACK!) The Sand Snake! (CRAAACK!) The Jewel of Jordan! (CRAAACK!) I am ALIA SAAD! And when I issue an order I expect it to be obeyed!” (CRAAACK!) Saad clouted her opponent one more time and would’ve gotten even more vicious with her punishment if Al Carpenter hadn’t bustled up beside them and started to count.
Alia stopped smacking, but made no effort to back away from the other brunette. “ I believe a warning is customary!” she snapped at the official.
“You tied her in the ropes and slapped her half a dozen times.” Carpenter shot back. “That’s all the warning you get.”
The count resumed at once, so Saad drove a knee into her foe’s belly, then pulled her free of the rubber-coated steel trap. Putting her back to Lily without creating any real distance, Alia reached over her right shoulder with both hands and collected the American’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock. Then she stepped forward, pushed up on her toes and dropped to one knee to flip Burlingame onto her butt courtesy a SnapMar--
‘OOOOOOOOHHHH!’ Lily flipped all right, only she didn’t end up on her butt, she came down on her feet like it was nothing at all. Startled for all of a half second, Alia still ate a Back Elbow from the champ for her hesitation and ended up smeared against the ropes. Burlingame crowded in and draped the other brunette’s arms over the top but she didn’t bother to bind them in place. Rather she put both hands against Alia’s chin and pushed back, forcing her head out into space at an unpleasant angle. Holding this until Al started another count, Burlingame put her hands on the other brunette’s shoulders, then crouched down and busted out a flawless vertical leap that ended with her boots astride Saad’s shoulders.
Already loud, the crowd grew downright thunderous when Lily raised one hand high overhead and pressed her thumb to the imaginary detonator. The resulting BOOOM! provided the perfect impetus to launch off her opponent’s shoulders with a gorgeous back-flip, Lily landing just close enough to CRAAACK Alia’s mug with a Bytch Slap of her own.
Jostled clear of the ropes by these disgustingly American theatrics, Alia reached for the Lightweight champ only to eat a quick jab for her troubles. Saad’s hands flew up to inspect her face, giving Burlingame all the more reason to snatch onto a Wristlock. Pulling away in a couple big steps, Lily dropped her hips and sent the Jewel of Jordan on her way with an Irish Whip--or not. Alia made it to full extension, then dug in her heels and jerked forward to send Burlingame in her place. Lily crossed the mat like it’d been her plan all along, but when it came time for her to whip around she took to the skies and landed on the second strand. From there she launched herself out and back, the limber little firecracker twirling like a dervish right up until the moment she SMECKED against Saad’s chest. Chasing after the champ in hopes of keeping the pressure on, Alia was blown from her feet and landed hard on her back with the Star Strider snuggled against her chest. She needn’t have worried about a pin however, Burlingame rolled away and sprang to verticality without even considering one.
SPRINGBOARD CORKSCREW CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBvrNgfYVIo
Didn’t mean she wasn’t keen to punish the Desert Flower, far from it in fact. Getting her hands under Saad’s chin when the other brunette made it to one knee, Lily dragged her all the way up before tagging her chin with a quick little European Uppercut. Alia reeled on the spot so Lily turned her back and ran the ropes again. Speeding up as she closed in, Burlingame put her hands out and dropped into a perfect headstand. The backs of her legs ’twanged’ against the ropes and she would’ve produced a flawless handspring if Alia hadn’t rushed in and THWHACKED both feet into the champ’s face with a perfectly timed Baseball Slide Dropkick.
Knocked into an ungainly sprawl by the unexpected attack, Lily tried to cover her head and ended up taking several knees to the stomach as a result. Alia could’ve gone on quite a bit longer, but she reined herself in because she didn’t want the biased official making this any more difficult. Settling instead on a tactic that no one could fault, she dragged Burlingame a short distance toward the nearest corner, then stood up and stepped over (or rather on, as she buried a heel in Lily’s belly en route to her destination) before slipping out onto the apron.
“The time for false champions has passed!” Alia announced to the jeering crowd. After tonight, this company will have a Lightweight Standard-bearer of which the whole world can be proud!”
Top rope gripped in both hands, she vaulted over into the ring and angled her descent so she landed thighs-first atop the ropes on the other side of the turnbuckle. Then she flipped backward and THWHAMMED down atop Lily’s chest with a flawless Jordanian Press.
JORDANIAN PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xg7uk3C7jWQ
Alia made small adjustments as she settled in on top of the champ and hooked a leg going for the first fall attempt of the title bout. Al was down quickly and made the functionary check of Lily’s shoulders,
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Burlingame bucked her entire body and bridged up flopping over onto her side. The Desert Flower huffed, but remained silent for the moment. Carpenter warned Saad about using the hair to bring the Champ back up, Alia snarled some, but didn’t release Lily until she’s back to boot leather. Not pulling on Lily’s follicles anymore, the Jewel of Jordan put her hand on the back of the champ’s noggin keeping her head down. The Sand Snake brought her free arm lacing up across the other brunette’s jaw line with the European Uppercut she’d rechristened the Arabian Uppercut.
Lily spun around and fell to her knees, both arms hanging over the middle strand. The Desert Flower tugged the brown vest, pulling it a bit more over her ample bosom. She looked at Carpenter and grins knowing her next action would have the official sputtering the normal spew about rules. Saad stepped toward the stunned Burlingame and leaned her hip against the back of the champ’s head pushing her throat down across the rubber-coated metal.
On cue, “Off the ropes Saad!” Al barked.
The Jewel of Jordan raised an eyebrow, “You dare talk to a Princess of Jordan as such?”
Carpenter. one of the senior referees and probably the most impartial, wouldn’t be baited into a pointless argument that cost Lily more time in the illegal hold. Burlingame kicked her legs and waved her arms desperate to escape the ropes. Al began to count to aid the champ. Alia used three of the five count before pushing off the other brunette and stepping back to satisfy the zebra.
The former backstage interviewer leaned forward, rubbing her burning throat to ease the pain, so she didn’t realize the Sand Snake was coming up from behind. Alia broufht her right hand up between Burlingame’s thighs grabbing the center of her trunks and slipped her other hand under Lily’s tummy. The Champ cried mostly in shock, “Let go of my EEEEEP!
Lifting and pushing at the same time, Saad sent the former masked wrestler tumbling out of the ring. Lily bounced off the apron hitting her shoulder hard on the edge of the ring before falling to the arena floor. Alia watched until her opponent was on the floor then she slipped through the ropes. Carpenter tried to stop the Sand Snake with his only option, “Come on Alia get it back in the ring.”
The Jewel of Jordan just waved a dismissive hand, Al started counting both women out as Lily stirred and started to rise. Alia tapped her boot on the canvas waiting like a viper ready to strike, Burlingame looked first to the ring and not seeing her opponent spun around, panicked. The delay cost the champ, she just didn’t have the time to find an escape route before the Desert Flower’s boot blasted her in the chest. Lily cried out in pain and turned away, her arms folded across her chest as she stumbled along the ring apron. Alia dropped down to the floor behind Burlingame and grabbed a handful of waistband while the other snagged hair. Spinning her around, the Sand Snake tossed the youngest of the Burlingame brood into the metal security railing that encircled the ring.
The Desert Flower turned, ran back toward the ring and rolled under the bottom rope. Once she was in the ring she reversed direction and headed right back to the floor. Carpenter again warns the Jordanian, “Bring it back in the ring Saad!”
Still ignoring the referee, Alia stalked over to the champion and hair-hauled her back to vertical. The Jewel of Jordan went from hair to wrist and shoulder and whipped the diminutive back at the ring. Alia surely thought she was sending Burlingame for a sudden stop with the ring apron, but Lily leapt from the floor to the narrow ledge and a short hop put her boots on the middle ring rope. All of this happened in a blink of the eye and Lily launched backward hitting Saad with a Back Elbow right on the chin. The crowd popped to their collective feet, roaring in approval.
Lily stayed on her feet after nailing Alia, but the Desert Flower was knocked on her backside. Burlingame didn’t even look back to see how the strike worked, instead she leapt onto the apron and moved down the ring ropes on the outside. There she stopped and turned around to line up with the rising challenger. Three steps was all the champ needed to get to full speed and she took flight, the diminutive brunette tumbling through a flip that THWHUMPED into Alia as she reached her full height. The Cannonball Senton sent Saad back to the ground as Lily rolled through the landing and yelled, “YEAH!”
The tiny brunette popped up and gave a fan at ring side a high five before she picked up Al’s count and sped back to the ring where she slid under the bottom rope. Carpenter took a deep breath, thinking Burlingame would be more reasonable than the Sand Sna-- “LILY, WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?”
The champ looked over her shoulder as she reached the floor. “Sorry Al, but I can’t win by count-out.”
Saad had made it to all fours when Burlingame grabbed the lacy waistband of trunks. A handful of vest made it that much easier to haul the Sand Snake up and toss her under the bottom rope. Lily climbed onto apron, grabbed the top rope in both hands and somersaulted herself back into the fray. Laid out on her back, Alia saw the champ the and rolled away, thinking she’ll leave Lily with a hard landing. But the former correspondent landed on her feet as if she guessed Saad’s moves. The Desert Flower stopped rolling and rose to all fours so Lily simply punted the exotic brunette in the stomach to send her on her way. The FAWNatics let out a loud cheer and Lily waves a salute to them, looking as cool and confident a champion as the promotion has ever seen.
Buzzing back to Alia even as the crowd starts cheering her name, the Star Strider grabbed hold of the princess’s vest and used it to haul her to boot leather. Once there she shifted over to a Wristlock, then backed off and dropped into a deep crouch to send her foe racing toward the far corner courtesy an Irish Whip. Understandably discombobulated following the champ’s acrobatic resurgence, Saad managed to turn herself around but slowing down was out of the question and she BWUUUNGED hard against the thinly-padded steel.
Burlingame held off long enough to see if the other brunette would keep her feet. When she did, Lily broke into a limber sprint that proved nothing more than a launch-pad for a pair of flawless handsprings. The second brought her up directly in front of the challenger and Lily sprang into the aether, her right foot flicking out to THWHACK Alia behind the ear in a beautiful Enzugiri.
HANDSPRING ENZUGIRI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BWn1V7XYoxM
Saad sagged but still didn’t relinquish her hold on verticality, so Burlingame got in close and hopped onto the second turnbuckle. Working a hand into Alia’s thick hair, the brunette pulled her opponent’s head back, all the better to force harsh eye contact. “You don’t think I deserve this title, Alia? The lumps on your forehead do.”
Those welts rose to prominence immediately thereafter as Burlingame curled her other hand into a fist and pounded away on the Desert Flower’s pate. Delighted to have a Burlingame to love unconditionally, the FAWNatics were quite loud as they tolled the count. ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!”
Alia got her hands on Lily’s tummy between ‘SEVEN!’ and ‘EIGHT!’ and sent her flying from the corner with a strong shove. Lily landed on her feet easily enough, though her mood wasn’t improved by Saad’s latest assessment of her skills. “You hit like a dilettante, little girl. Were we boxing in my palace your weeping form would have been cradled to safety long ago.”
The American frowned, rolled her shoulders. “We’re not boxing in your palace, Alia. We’re wrestling in a ring. Which might as well be MY palace, as long as the gold is around my waist.”
Saad traced a hand over her décolletage, then flicked a fine mist of sweat in the champion’s direction. “Your reign will be nothing, weakling. My dynasty however, that will be built on the ruins of your sobbing face!”
Lily had enough of that trash so she charged the Jewel of Jordan flat out. Leaving her feet with a couple yards to spare, she raised her knees to chest level only to drop them to avoid a nasty collision with the corner when Saad spun out of the way. Some of the quickest reflexes in the industry today allowed Burlingame to avoid slamming into the buckles. They did not however, stop Alia from slamming into her back with a short-range Avalanche Splash.
Crushed between her foe and the top two buckles, Lily gasped in pain when Alia palmed her noggin in in both hands and BWUNGED her face against the top turnbuckle. “Such coarse fabric cannot be allowed to defile my flawless skin, little girl.” Saad cooed to the woozy champion. “Make yourself useful and prepare it for my enjoyment.” Burlingame had no intention of assisting the wicked bytch, unfortunately she didn’t have much choice because Alia bwun-bwun-BWUNGED her forehead off the top turnbuckle more than half a dozen times in maybe three seconds. Keeping Burlingame’s mug pressed to the rough canvas when she was satisfied, Alia scrubbed the champ’s head back n’ forth, then turned around and hopped onto the middle strand.
Back to her prey, Alia swatted Lily’s ponytail out of the way and said, “Never mind. Your head shall make a much better seat.” She sat down on the back of Lily’s head and gyrated her hips, the unorthodox ‘sandblaster’ take on the standard Stinkface earning muffled squeals and stamped feet from the champion and groans of sympathy from everyone else.
A bit taken aback by the painfully creative maneuver, Al probably waited a little bit longer than he should’ve before starting the count. Alia pushed off at ‘TWO!’ and though she didn’t sass the official she didn’t give Burlingame much in the way of breathing room. Instead she hooked her around the waist and dragged Lily into the ropes to the immediate left of the corner. With Burlingame slumped chest-first against the rubber-coated steel, Saad draped her arms over the top rope, then pressed in on her six and reached over with both hands. Gripping the middle rope, she pulled it up and over, not just Lily’s shoulders but her head as well, effectively trapping the Star Strider’s upper torso in a remarkably unpleasant trap.
“You may have flown with the stars little girl,” Alia cooed in the younger woman’s ear, “but against me you are simply another destined to bear scars of failure. Behold the Tiger’s Claw and tremble.”
“Oh, go kiss my ass, AliERRRRGGGHH!” Lily squealed in pain when the Desert Flower reached around with both hands, grabbed hold of her tummy and raaaaaaaaaaaked in opposite directions. Saad released with a flourish, reset her hands and made sure to dig in deep before repeating the belly-rending tactic. Burlingame fought against the other brunette’s claws but with her arms immobilized and the Princess pressed so close behind she could only stand there and take it until she abruptly remembered something important. “ROPES! I’m in the ropes ALLMMMMRRRGGHH!”
Alia relieved one hand of tummy torture duty to cup it over Lily’s mouth and nose. “Alerting him will only prolong your suffering, insect. Yield now and I may yet be merciful.”
No one knew whether the champion considered this proposal because Al Carpenter swatted Saad on the shoulder and barked, “Off the ropes, Alia! Now!” Though irked by the interruption, the Jewel of Jordan didn’t dawdle when forced to extract the mewling American from the strands. Turning Lily to face her, Alia scooped her up behind the knees and marched her along one side of the squared circle to make sure the biased referee couldn’t complain when she set Burlingame in a seat on the top turnbuckle. “It was indeed a momentous occasion when Cherry Bomb revealed herself as blood of the Rainmaker.” Saad murmured to her wounded adversary. “Sad then that it will be dwarfed by the moment when I reveal the woman under the mask as all too mortaLNNNGGGH!”
Alia had reached for Burlingame’s head, presumably in search of a Front Facelock and received a sharp little kick to the elbow in return. Turning away from the champion without realizing it, Saad only understood her mistake when Burlingame hopped off the corner and landed with both shins astride her shoulders. Ankles crossed just behind the challenger’s head, Lily twisted down and in to tumble easily onto her side while Alia was flipped head over heels and tumbled across the mat before coming to a stop.
DIVING SOMERSAULT HEADSCISSORS @ 00:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rUyIE_z64R4
Scrambling up as quick as she could, the Desert Flower was disgusted to find Burlingame ready and waiting. “Ya used me as a seat and a stress ball, princess.” Lily said coldly. “Now I’m gonna use you as a crash-pad.” Alia answered with a sudden charge that brought her talons to within inches of the smaller wrestler’s eyes. That’s when the youngest Burlingame executed a micro-hop and PWAAAKED her feet into Saad’s right thigh. The Low Dropkick flipped Alia again, only now she rolled onto her tummy to guard against another attack on her knee.
That was all well and good for her legs, but it left everything else woefully undefended, as she discovered when Lily settled into a seat on the small of her back. “A part of me hopes this doesn’t count as gimmick infringement.” Burlingame confessed as she grabbed the other brunette’s elbows and pulled her arms up and back over the waiting planes of her thighs. “And then there’s another part of me that doesn’t give a damn what it is, just as long as it makes you cry.” That said, Lily laced her fingers across Alia’s chin and wreeeeeeeeenched back on the Camel Clutch.
Infringing on Alia’s own personal hold looked painful, but the Desert Flower remained calm even if she’s trapped. Lily leaned back, but only earned the slightest of grunts and groans. Burlingame couldn’t see the evil look on the Sand Snake’s face, Alia was downright furious that the champ would dare use the Camel Clutch on her.
Al knelt in front of the pair of brunettes and did his duty asking for Alia’s submission, but the fire in her dark eyes told him the answer before Saad growled a refusal between clinched teeth. Lily, disappointed that she didn’t hearing more whining or complaining from the Desert Flower, slid farther back until her bum was directly atop the Princess’s backside. Still no wails! Alia’s breasts strained against the two-tone brown top, her vest open wide and thus offering an excellent view of those Jordanian slopes.
The Rowdier FAWNatics wanted Lily to move down to the challenger’s rack and tug them out of the cups, but Burlingame wasn’t listening. Alia waited patiently, making small adjustments until she slipped first one arm and then the other off the champ’s thighs. Lily leaned back lifting the Sand Snake so high her belly button was visible to the fans in front of her. The Jewel of Jordan got her knees pulled and struggled to all fours. The Desert Flower awkwardly hooked her arms around the other brunette’s gams and she stood with the American clinging to her back.
Keeping her cool, Lily switched her Chinlock to a Sleeper and Alia’s sweaty face took on a crimson hue as she fought to keep her balance. Burlingame added a Bodyscissors to try and force the Sand Snake back down to her belly but Saad got set and fell backward, slamming the champ into the canvas with a heavy THWHUMP! Lily’s arms and legs sprang open and Alia rolled away. Al watched both brunettes for a moment, then began to count them out.
Alia started to move first and it looked like she’d beat Lily to vertical, but the champ rolled back on her shoulders and expertly kipped up to her feet in one fluid motion. Burlingame fired a high kick at the Desert Flower, which Saad caught against her side. Hopping on one foot, Lily took a swing at Alia but missed by more than a foot. The Sand Snake grinned, then twisted down and around, slinging the Star Strider to the canvas with a Dragon Screw.
DRAGON SCREW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WoR6faM28-Q
The crowds ’oooohhhh’s!’ in sympathy for the champion as she clutched at her knee. She was still grimacing when the Jewel of Jordan crawled over and grabbed a handful of sweat-soaked hair. “Off the hair Alia.” Al said.
“You are not needed arbitrator. I shall inform you when your services are required.” The Princess waved her free hand at the tall referee as if dismissing a servant.
The infraction would hardly be cause for disqualification, and Saad released her hair hold as soon as she had Lily on her feet. The youngest of the Burlingame clan was a little gimpy on her recently twisted knee, which gave her no real chance to escape before the Sand Snake THUMPED a Kneelift into Burlingame’s tummy just above her beltline. Saad wrapped an arm around Lily’s offered head, flipped the champ’s arm over her shoulders and lifted the Star Strider. It’s not a big lift like the Destroyers in FAWN tend to use, or even Alia’s old enemy the Suplex Machine Wendy Smith. The move wasn’t meant to be high impact as when Saad took Burlingame over she hooked her leg behind Lily’s and DROPPED the other brunette on the back of her head with the Djinn’s Blessing. Arms splayed out to the side, tush pointed skyward, Lily was in danger of losing her prized possession as Carpenter counted…
DJINN’S BLESSING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZS_gTvrw8o
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOO!
Lily broke free with about a half second to spare. Al jumped up, holding two fingers aloft to let everyone know the match was still live. The Jewel of Jordan was not happy with the tall man. Rising up to her full five foot three she stormed over to the well over six foot tall Carpenter and yelled, “That was three!”
Al stood by the call and informed Alia it was only a two count.
Saad adjusted her vest and snapped her bottoms back over the seductive curve of her buttocks before returning to Burlingame. There wasn’t much help needed as the champ was most of the way upright, so Alia slipped her arms around the heiress’s torso and locked both hands tight. Lily’s head fell backward as she was caught in the tight embrace. Fighting as best she could, the Star Strider raised her hands, then let out a little scream when spun her up, over and DOWN to the canvas via a Belly to Belly Suplex. The Princess landed on top of the Vermont native, then pushed off and made straight for the turnbuckles. Though not known as a highflier, Alia looked quite comfortable when she mounted the top turnbuckle and spun around. Down below, Lily chest rose and fell, rose and fell, the only motion from the champion.
The Desert Flower raised her arms and leapt into the void. The FAWNatics screamed a warning to the grounded brunette but gravity already had hold of Saad and she rocketed toward the prone battler. Thus committed, Alia laid out ready to splash down on the unworthy champ and end her farce of a reign and thus begin the iron rule of the Sand Snake.
The crowd nearly blew the roof off the arena when Lily rolled clear and left Alia nothing but thinly padded plywood for a landing. The challenger bounced nearly a foot into the air and landed a second time face-first. Saad rolled to her back, one hand across her bosom the other folded across her tummy. Her knees pulled up as she rocked in pain.
Elsewhere, Lily laid stretched out on her stomach with one arm cradled tight against the back of her skull. Still smarting from that wicked Blessing, the former Cherry Bomb forced herself to her knees to better survey the ring. Slightly improved by the sight of Alia suffering similar aches, the Lightweight Champion got up and trudged over to the other brunette. Soon as she twined her fingers in Saad’s hair the challenger spiked an elbow back into the pit of Burlingame’s stomach, the pointed blow doubling her over with a gasp. Shaking loose of Lily’s grip, Alia scrambled to her feet, swung around and buried both hands in the American’s hair.
“DON’T EVER TOUCH ME!” she roared while trying to wrench Burlingame’s head from her shoulders. “YOU’RE NOT FIT TO CARRY MY BAGS, LET ALONE THAT TITLE!” Saad pulled one hand out of Lily’s hair, flattened it into a paddle and added a barrage of stiff, insulting slaps to the younger battler’s face. “ IF YOU HAVE (SMACK!) ANY HONOR (SMACK!) AT ALL (SMACK!) YOU’LL THROW YOURSELF DOWN (SMACK!) IN SUPPLICATION (SMACK!) AND ACCEPT (SMACK!) MY (SMACK!) BOOT (SMACK!) WITH NNNNNGGHHHH!”
Lily interrupted Alia’s rant with a double fistful of hair, which she then used to jerk the Sand Snake into a Kneelift that THWHUMPED against her navel. More than a little peeved following the dismissive treatment, Burlingame fired off half a dozen more Kneelifts before yanking her head back at an awkward angle. “I’m not fit to carry your bags, huh princess? Then I’ll just carry your whiny ass!” Relinquishing the hair-hold before Al could get on her about it, Lily wrapped her arms around Alia’s waist, locked her hands and hoisted the Desert Flower onto her tiptoes with a surprisingly brawny Bear Hug.
Saad wailed in breathless pain, but was quick to shake her head ‘no’ when the official asked if she wanted to surrender. “NO! This insect will never force a concession from AAHHHH GGGRRRHHHH!”
Burlingame ‘hupped’ her all the way off the mat, forcing Saad to brace her shins against the champ’s hips to alleviate some of the pressure. “Stronger than I look, Alia.” Lily huffed as she enforced her will tummy to tummy. “Once spent a summer visiting every beach on the west coast and wrestling any girl under five-five that wanted to go. Got my ass kicked a lot in the beginning but now I can Hug like a fiend and I haven’t lost a La Conquista in two years. So you just think about that before you tell me I’m not good enough to RRRGGGGHHHHHHH!”
Sensing she couldn’t power her way out of the Hug, Alia fought through the pain to lean in close and chomp down on the bridge of Lily’s nose. This brought an immediate rebuke from Carpenter but Saad didn’t care because it also brought an immediate end to the Bear Hug. Free once again to deal with this pretender as she saw fit, Alia drove a Toe Kick into Burlingame’s belly, then sidled in close and coiled her arms around the brunette’s waist. Gutwrench secure, she flipped Lily up ‘n over and dropped to her tush to THWHUMP the Star Strider onto the back of her head and shoulders courtesy the Damascus Powerbomb. Leaned in tight against Lily’s upturned haunches, Saad squeezed a little tighter and nodded in time with the…
DAMASCUS POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yOQieMRk_2Q
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lily shrugged loose of the predicament with a heartbeat to spare, leaving Saad to set off on what could only be described as a royal Hissy Fit! “THAT WAS THREE!” she bellowed to Carpenter, who used every bit of his self control to not run for the hills when she got all up in his business. “YOU HAVE ONE JOB! COUNT TO THREE! IS THAT SO HARD?”
Fully aware he was taking his life in his hands, the lanky official answered, “Only when she kicks out at two. You want that title, Alia? Keep her down for three seconds.”
She came *this* close to smacking his face into the lower deck before lowering her raised hand. “Very well. But after you’ve counted three you’re going to KEEP counting and you won’t stop until I command it. Are we clear?” He nodded once and that was enough to get Saad refocused on the ailing champion. Stalking back to Burlingame, the Sand Snake buried a hand in her hair and dragged her upright on knees that looked like they could give way at any moment. “You have survived many trials tonight, insect. But there is no surviving what awaits you in the Valley of the Pharaohs.”
With that she positioned herself to the American’s right and hooked her left arm over Burlingame’s right bicep. Then she dipped and cradled Lily’s right leg, the pair of hooks allowing Saad to wedge her shoulders against the other brunette’s lower back. Ready to send Burlingame off with the rest of the former champions, Alia roared with triumph and hoisted her burden up, over and NO!
Lily wrenched her leg loose of the challenger’s clutches and flipped through to land on her feet. Still linked to Alia by one arm, the Star Strider flicked out a hand and CRAAACKED her across the mouth with a Bytch Slap she’d been anticipating all night. Slipping loose as Alia reared back, Lily charged, leapt and ‘smecked’ her legs around opposing noggin. Twisting around even before her ankles were locked, Burlingame popped her hips and dropped back but rather than flip Saad onto her back she sent her chest-first into the ropes. Lily popped up fast, saw Alia in the position she wanted and charged down her back-trail. Angling to the side at the last instant, she hopped up, snatched the top rope in both hands and whirled her shins into Saad’s face with a dull THWHAP!
CHERRY SWIRL @ 00:21
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvipemNhMTU
The Cherry Swirl knocked Alia off her feet and sent her into a woozy somersault that nevertheless allowed her to regain verticality almost immediately thereafter. Perched anxiously on the apron, Lily leapt onto the top rope and came flying toward the challenger with her legs spread in a narrow ‘V’. Not another ‘Rana though, she grabbed Alia by the back of the neck on the way down and THWHUNKED her forehead into the canvas. Saad popped up like a lawn dart and went rolling in the opposite direction with her head cradled in her arms. Making it to her knees a moment later, she was only vaguely aware when Burlingame rushed in and jerked her to boot-leather.
SPRINGBOARD SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h99Ww5oEwmY
Coiling her left arm around Saad’s right bicep, Lily dropped out, hooked the challenger’s right leg with her free arm and rolled her onto her back with a Cradle. Far from done, the Star Strider flipped over the prone princess and let loose of her leg while maintaining control of her right arm, which turned Alia onto her tummy. Jerking that captured right arm back at a sharp angle, Burlingame flipped her body up and against the exposed limb, using it as a lever to turn Saad onto her back once again. With Alia’s right arm pinned beneath her torso, Lily grabbed the Jordanian’s left wrist in her left hand and pressed it against the mat. In the same breath she reached back with her left hand, grabbed hold of Alia’s right ankle and pulled down tight, thus strapping the wriggling Sand Snake to her back while Al and the FAWNatics counted…
BLACK HOLE @ 11:50
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mMuNisyofuM
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Lily let loose at once and bounced to her feet, the victorious battler delighted to hear the Announcer call, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and STILL the FAWN Lightweight Champion, LILY BURLINGAME!”
What in the hell do you call that bit of wackiness?” Al asked her after handing over the strap and raising the brunette’s hand.
“That?” Lily said, pointing to the ‘tron, which was showing a replay of the elaborate cradle that’d ended Alia’s bid for gold. “I call it the Black Hole. Because once you’re in, you’re not getting out.”
The ref grinned. “I like it. All right champ, take your lap. You’ve earned it.”
Still grinning, Lily snapped the belt around her waist, then put a boot on Alia’s backside and placed both hands on her hips. “You don’t have to carry my bags, but you’re gonna feel my boot for a little while, princess.” Burlingame stepped onto Saads’ bronzed booty with both feet and bounced a little, just to make sure Saad felt her weight. When she was satisfied she jogged to the nearest corner and hopped onto the middle rope. “Hope you’re not bored with me yet, folks.” she told the cheering crowd. “Because I like the way this belt feels and I’m not gonna let it go without a helluva fight!” They assured her they were anything but bored, so Burlingame thanked them with a tour of the other three corners before slipping out of the ring and on to new conquests.