Post by alyadmirer on Aug 5, 2015 1:29:15 GMT
The crowd settled to a dull roar, which was about the quietest the Announcer could hope for. Mic in hand, he stepped into the spotlight and exclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger, hailing from New Haven Connecticut, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and fourteen pounds. Ladies and gentlemen she is the Red Menace… CLAUDIA ROONEY!”
Passionate cheers fought for attention with equally emphatic boos as the lights went dark and the speakers started ticking away. The clock soon faded to a keening guitar riff which in turn raised the house lights in crimson. Piercing this arterial vale was a single white spot trained on the stage, the only accompaniment to Red Light King’s ’Bullet In My Hand’.
BULLET IN MY HAND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMG9S2m1S7Y <br>
I've got a fast life and a slow cuttin' knife
I've been drinkin' at a poisoned well.
No home and a bag of bones
And nothin' else left to sell.
I know why I'm in this hell
I just don't wanna believe.
Past that line you just can't tell
But right now
There's someone lookin' out for me!
CLAUDIA ROONEY:
Emerging from the dark of backstage in silence, Claudia Rooney raised an index finger to her lips, then lowered it to her throat and pulled the ’blade’ across in a violent slash. This earned her no new fans, though those already on her side gave voice to a loud, hissing ‘SHHHHHHHHSSSHHH!’ of their less appreciative fans. Paying both factions no mind, Rooney started toward the ring like it owed her money.
For her match tonight, the one-time Trophy Wife in Training wore a sturdy black two-piece with hot pink flames airbrushed on the top and across the seat. The fiery scheme carried over to her pads and boots as both were a matching red, a perfect complement for the chunky bands adorning each wrist. Along with the homage to her mentor and former partner came another change, one first noted during the savage beatdown administered to the champ several days prior. Claudia’s hair, which had always been a deep, burnished crimson that fell to well beneath her shoulders, had been chopped into a long, slightly curved bob that *just* brushed the curves of her shoulders. It’d also been lightened considerably, to a red that bordered on strawberry blonde. T’was a good look on her, even if none of the aisle fans had the courage to tell her so.
Down the aisle in no time, Claudia stamped up the steps and hopped onto the turnbuckles. It was from this perch that she spread her arms wide, urging the crowd to listen up as Mark Kasprzyk howled ‘I can’t see the light’.
Practically twitching at the thought of the battle ahead, Rooney sprang from her perch to the center of the ring where she raised her right arm and pinched the ‘wristband’ with thumb and forefinger. Then she pulled it down with a slow tug, revealing it as a forearm sleeve. Once she’d repeated the trick on her left arm, she stalked to the corner opposite the entranceway and waited. Offering wrists, elbows and knees to Al Carpenter without saying a word, Claudia focused all her ire toward the curtain, silently begging the pretender on the other side to come through.
The Announcer raised his mic a second time after Rooney’s anthem had faded into the background. “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=9U3ns3_KvSg
Always eager to catch a glimpse of FAWN’s brightest shooting star, the capacity crowd sprang up 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.
LILY BURLINGAME:
On any other night Lily would’ve paused to acknowledge the love from her fans. Tonight wasn’t any other night though. Tonight was the night she got her hands on the sneaking, lying bytch who’d jumped her from behind and left her in a heap. Tonight was the night she reminded everyone how she’d earned the big gold belt around her waist. Most importantly, tonight was the night she broke Claudia Rooney’s heart. Restraining herself just long enough to unsnap the title, Burlingame broke into a flat out sprint the likes of which hadn’t been seen since Shea London’s rookie year.
Diving under the bottom rope only heartbeats later, Lily was on her feet in an instant and going straight for Claudia. Al took it upon himself to step in front of the brawny little buzz-saw, going so far as to hook an arm around her waist. “Keep it in check, Lily.” he said. “She’s not going anywhere.”
Burlingame shoved the belt against the ref’s chest but made no other move to retreat. “You sure about that, Al? She attacked me when my back was turned, no reason she wouldn’t run when she’s gotta fight me head on!”
Claudia took umbrage and stepped forward. “Go ahead and talk big now, bytch. We both know you’ll turn tail as soon as he lets go.”
“WITCH!” Lily surged again and Carpenter had to wrap her up in a Bear Hug to get her to the other side of the ring. Forcing her against the buckles, he let go and backed off, but not enough for even the notorious speedster to get around him.
“I’m gonna check your pads and boots now, Lil.” he explained patiently. “The quicker I do that, the quicker I ring the bell. You get me?”
Burlingame took a deep breath and let it out slow, which did wonders for her outfit, 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 pulled back in a loose, scruffy ponytail. “I get you, Al.” she offered her wrists first, then elbows. “Don’t ask me to play nice tonight though, I’m not in the mood.”
The ref checked her knees and boots, found nothing and backed off with a nod. “I never ask anyone to play nice, Lil. Just fair. You ready?”
Burlingame nodded. “Let me at her.”
He turned to Claudia. “Ready?”
Rooney’s head barely dipped. “Out of the way, Carpenter.”
Al flicked a sign to the Timekeeper, then did as suggested.
CLANG! Lily came out of her corner like a bolt from the heavens and crossed the ring just as fast. Claudia’d only managed a half step forward when the champion leapt, crooked back her right arm and THWHACKED the point of that elbow against Rooney’s cheek. The redhead bounced against the buckles and raised her hands to ward Burlingame off, which only meant the champ didn’t have to reach as far to seize Claudia’s wrist. Still seething after the mugging from a week prior, Lily took two giant steps back, dropped into a deep crouch and slung Rooney across the squared circle with extreme prejudice.
Woozy or not, Claudia was every bit the competitor she claimed to be and managed to spin around in a half circle, which allowed her upper back to absorb most of the sock. “You sneaky little tramp, you’re going to NNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!”
Burlingame sprang from several feet away, twisted around in mid-air and THWHUMPED a dagger-like Back Elbow into Claudia’s sternum. Rooney’s legs shot up, forcing her to hook both arms over the top rope to keep from plopping down on her ass. The FAWNatics were cheering Lily at the top of their collective lungs, not that the flinty-eyed brunette heard a word of it. She’d already jabbed a shoulder between the Whist Warrior’s tits, making it that much harder for her to draw a full breath while Lily seized her wrist for a third time. Lather, rinse, repeat, Burlingame did her best to dislocate Claudia’s right shoulder with the Irish Whip but she didn’t offer a word of complaint when her opponent remained vertical after a third spine-jarring meeting with the turnbuckles. Already halfway across the ring by the time the ‘bwuuung’ reached the cheap seats, Lily kept it grounded until the last second, that’s when she hopped, twisted and THWHAPPED her right bicep into Rooney’s chin with a Running European Uppercut that’d make Leila Olmstead proud.
Bouncing away from this trifecta of strikes, the Star Strider grabbed Claudia by the scruff of the neck and didn’t so much march her out as she did toss her down. The challenger made it maybe half a dozen steps before she lost her balance and pitched over onto her back in a glassy-eyed sprawl. That landing lined up her midsection with the ring-post, and judging by the hard smile on Lily’s face, that’d been her plan all along. Darting through the ropes without so much as a wink, she hopped to the top floor and looked out at the crowd, who was in the midst of losing its mind.
“SUE CAN BE THE RAINMAKER!” she roared over their cacophony. “I’M HAPPY TO BE THE BYTCH BREAKER!”
On that bold exclamation she sank to her knees and sprang out into the void, her brawny little bod twisting through the unmistakable gyroscope of the Cherry War-- Claudia rolled clear and didn’t stop ‘til she went under the bottom rope, leaving the Red, White & Bruised fans to suck in a groan of-- Burlingame adjusted mid-descent to stick a perfect landing, a feat that earned her a ‘BETTER THAN JANEL!’ chant from those assembled.
Having escaped to the relative safety outside the ring, Claudia Rooney leaned against the barricade and rubbed her aching jaw without taking her eyes of Lily Burlingame. Infuriated by the gnat’s spectacular opening salvo, the Quiet Riot stomped over to the steps and kicked ‘em hard enough to knock the top half loose with an ungainly clatter. She’d just turned to flip a bird to some mouth-breathing heckler when a familiar, microphone amplified voice, shouted, “Hey! Match is in here, fat ass!”
Rooney rounded in an instant and stalked to the edge of the apron despite the fact that it meant she was looking almost straight up at Lily, who was crowding the strands from the high ground. “Don’t even think about jawing with them, Claudia!” the younger Burlingame snapped in a tone far more common from her eldest sister. “Just toddle your little dumpling butt back in here as fast as you can! This beating’s not over yet!” She tossed the mic down with an echoing BWONK, leaving it for Al to clean up as she was far too busy claiming her place in the center of the ring.
As angry as she’d been since locking up with a certain Pennsylvanian Suplex Machine, Claudia grabbed the middle rope, put a knee on the apron and hauled herself up. “Keep her back, Carpenter.” she demanded of the official without actually looking at him. “The pampered little bytch doesn’t deserve yet another short--”
Lily made a beeline for her and Al did indeed have to loop an arm around her waist. “WHAT WAS THAT?” she barked at Rooney. “COME ON, PUNK! SAY IT TO MY FACE!”
Claudia was still on the apron and she was angrier, if not more so, than her adversary. “I TRIED BUT YOUR BUTLER WOULDN’T LET ME THROUGH THE FRONT GATE!” she snarked. “MUST’VE KNOWN I WAS GONNA PUNCH YOU SQUARE IN YOUR PRISSY MOU--”
Lily slipped Al’s clutches, stormed into the ropes and belted Rooney in the mush. The redhead reeled but didn’t cede the apron, in fact she gathered herself quite quickly and staggered Lily with a Haymaker of her own. Burlingame rocked back on her heels, allowing Claudia enough time to slip between the top and middle rop--“ERGGHHH!” Lily rushed in, grabbed a blatant double handful of hair and pounded her right knee into the swell of Claudia’s juggs. The redhead sagged, tried to push the champion away but Burlingame gave her head a nasty terrier shake and piled on the Kneelifts, adding nearly a dozen to her lifetime score (with all of them interspersed between Rooney’s tummy and tits) before Carpenter prized her off.
KNEE STRIKES IN ROPES @ 00:54
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8k6k8E6gbV8
Tugging Lily from the front line with a bit more force than usually necessary, the lanky official got down in her face and demanded, “Get a hold of yourself, ‘Lil! I know you’re pissed and you have every right to be, but getting yourself disqualified does you no favors. All it does is give Claudia more ammo.”
Lily put her hands on her hips and looked down at the canvas. “Got it, Al. Sorry to lose my temper. Hey, she’s had her five seconds in the ropes, right?”
The ref sighed and stepped aside. “Remember what I said.” She nodded as she went by but Carpenter knew she wasn’t paying attention. Burlingame only had eyes for the woman who’d spit on her burgeoning career in the middle of this very ring. Feeling better the instant she twined her hands in Rooney’s shortened locks, Lily dragged her back into the ring and was a heartbeat away from unleashing her next move when the Silent Siren slammed a shoulder into her tummy. Lily ‘oooffffhed’, pulled away then got reeled into a second miniature Shoulderblock when Claudia palmed her hips. A third shot to the belly slowed the Star Strider down to human speeds and Rooney brought her to a crashing halt courtesy of a Bear Hug around her upper thighs. Correction, the Hug bogged her down, it was only when Claudia rose up onto her tiptoes and went down on one knee, TWHUMPING her crotch with the Inverted Atomic Drop, that Lily’s gears really froze up.
Rooney didn’t shove her pigeon-toed foe away, rather she forced her head under the brunette’s left arm, then slid her grip north until it was an actual Waistlock and used it to ‘hup’ Lily into a loose cradle. With the champ’s legs threaded around her hips, Rooney dipped and bridged, taking her burden up, over and DOWN with a Cradled Northern Lights Suplex. Balanced on tiptoes and the crown of her skull, the Whist Warrior arched high and tight to keep Burlingame flat and still while Carpenter counted….
CRADLED NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX @ 00:58
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VmO6Sh4i50A
ONE…
TWO…
Lily jerked a shoulder clear and SMACKED Rooney’s tummy to break the bridge almost simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ Claudia rolled to one knee, inspected the pink welt on her abs and promptly SMACKED Burlingame’s face in receipt. “That’s the first of many, little girl. Tonight I’ll slap your face red before I drag it over every inch of this mat.”
Lily didn’t even put a hand to her stinging mug, instead she sat up and turned Claudia’s head with a smack of her own. “Don’t even TRY getting indignant with me, witch.” she snarled. “Not after the cheap way you hit me from OOOFFFFHHH!”
Rooney shoveled a punch into the brunette’s belly, then pounded in two more because the feeling pleased her so. Welcoming Lily’s noggin into a Front Facelock, she slipped her other arm under the champ’s left bicep and used both grips to haul her upright. “What would you do in my place, asshole?” Claudia punctuated the question by continuing her assault on Burlingame’s abs with a Kneelift. “The brass ignores me. (THUMP!) The fans forgot about me. (THUMP!) And ever since I stripped Wendy of her green, (THUMP!) every Lightweight worth a damn ducks me (THUMP!) at (THUMP!) every (THUMP!) turn!” Rooney finished her grievance with another Kneelift, then squeezed down on the Facelock and jerked up on the Single Underhook an instant prior to snapping Lily up n’ over with a brutally crisp Half Hatch Suplex.
HALF HATCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJpUiInfxUM
No bridge, but Lily didn’t even get to arch her aching back because Rooney floated over onto her chest and hooked the far leg in a domineering cradle. Carpenter dropped in, found the brunette’s shoulders flat and counted off….
ONE…
TWO…
Lily kicked her loose and turned to one side. It stopped Claudia from going for a pin, but not from burying a hand in her hair. “Were you going to tell me you wouldn’t run? That you’d have met me in this ring without my kicking your ass first? Please! You’ve been padding your ass with cupcakes for months.” She jerked Lily’s head up to get a yelp, then bounced it off the canvas to get a groan. “No, you’re just like all the others, space cadet. Only way to get your attention was leave you in a heap. Make it IMPOSSIBLE for you to duck me.”
Angry despite the pounding between her ears, Lily pushed herself up with one hand and bore down on Claudia’s encroaching wrist with the other. “Yuuuhhh… you don’t know me. I don’t duck NNNNGGGGHHH!”
Claudia rose onto her tiptoes and immediately dropped back down, the aggressive redhead spiking her right knee between the champion’s shoulders. Ignoring the zebra’s warning, she wrenched Lily’s head back to expose her throat, then leaned in so they were cheek to cheek. “That’s right, you’re not ducking me.” she whispered. “Not anymore.”
A louder warning from Carpenter made Rooney break the hair-hold, not that the Chinlock she substituted was in any way more pleasant. Forcing Burlingame to stand with a few solid tugs, she transitioned to a Wristlock, shouldered the Star Strider back a few steps, then yanked her in for a THWAPPING introduction of thigh to tummy. Coldly methodical for someone presumably seething with resentment, Claudia straightened her adversary, bulled her back with the shoulder-shove and finished with a second Thigh Smash. Burlingame doubled over deep, but mustered the energy to PWAK a few stinging punches into Rooney’s faintly engraved six-pack.
This earned her a frown and a stiff slap to the back of the head. “That all you got? C’mon Burlingame, there’s more to a wrestling match than a goddamned floor shoWOOOFFFHH!”
Lily righted herself and rocked Rooney up on her heels with a feisty Forearm Smash to the tits. Claudia stamped back a step or two but didn’t relinquish her hold on the champ’s wrist -- this proved a boon for the Star Strider as it meant minimal reload time between the beats she laid into opposing rack. After five or six she turned the tables on the Wristlock and drew the stunned redhead in close. “Any way you wanna fight, girl. Any way at all. I don’t want there to de a doubt in anyone’s mind when I put you down for NNNGGGGGHHH!”
The Silent Siren THWONKED a Headbutt between the brunette’s eyes, bringing immediate tears. Retaking control of her Wristlock, Rooney peeled away, dropped a shoulder and flung Burlingame across the ring at a sharp diagonal. Certain that the bytch had her aimed at corner, Lily forced herself to spin at just the right time and sure enough her shoulders BWUUUNGED against the padded steel. She’d barely thrown her arms over the top rope when a hard-charging Claudia took to the skies and planted her left foot against the champ’s tummy. The real hit came immediately thereafter, Rooney’s right knee whipping up and around to THWONK against the side of Burlingame’s skull.
CORNER SHINING WIZARD @ 00:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSC22r18AUE
Grabbing hold of the ropes to keep herself balanced, Rooney dropped down after a second’s rest and returned her right hand to its comfortable spot deep in Lily’s hair. “Think you can walk it off, twinkle toes?” Claudia asked with a derisive sneer. The Interstellar Angel didn’t answer quickly enough for her liking, so she stepped aside and gave her the bum’s rush out of the buckles, much as Lily had done to her earlier in the battle. But where Rooney had pitched to the mat, Burlingame stayed upright, albeit looking far more rickety than her usually sure-footed self.
Mildly irritated that the brunette’s legs were still holding, Claudia channeled it into something far more productive by hurrying to the corner her foe had so recently occupied and jumped from ground floor to penthouse in a single feline bound. Twisting around to face the squared circle, she maintained her crouch until Lily started to right herself. Then she stood up and whistled a line from Total Eclipse of the Heart. Turn around, Bright Eyes. Lily did, more on instinct than any recognition of those particular notes. Her motives were incidental, by that point the challenger wasn’t just airborne, she’d crossed the apex of her ascent and twisted herself ninety degrees to the left. Curling up n’ stretching out in the blink of an eye, Claudia hit Lily’s chest tummy-first and FLATTENED her against the mat with a flawless Diving Crossbody. Burlingame’s legs jackknifed up when she struck the canvas and Rooney hooked the left with her right arm to keep the champ cradled good n’ tight for…
FROG-PUMP CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ljhzyDb_DCw
ONE…
TWO…
The brunette’s gams proved too strong as Lily tore loose and pushed the Whist Warrior aside with a full second to spare. Leaned back on her hunkers, Claudia pushed hair off her face and sneered at the gasping brunette but she didn’t say a word about the speed of the count or the strength of her foe’s escape. It was the sort of cool professionalism Al recognized as a hallmark of Amanda Jane’s style and he didn’t envy any woman who found herself on the receiving end thereof.
At the moment the woman on that end was bunched up her knees and hugging the worst of the ache from her midsection. Burlingame was on high alert for any attack from the challenger, but Claudia had left her alone for the moment and she wasn’t about to let the reprieve pass her by. She might’ve been a bit quicker to take up a defensive position if she’d looked up and seen Rooney stalking her from half a ring away. The redhead’s hands were up, her arms stretched wide as she adjusted to stay in Lily’s blindspot. Rising with her back to the Silent Siren, Lily only turned when the crowd warned her of the impending threat and by that time Claudia was already bearing down on her at top speed.
Eyes going wide when Rooney pounced for the Thesz Press (with the Front Sleeper quick to follow no doubt) Lily took a step back and bounced into a vertical leap that brought her knees to chest level. Stuffing ‘em against Claudia’s tits in a low-flying midair collision, Lily laced her hands behind the redhead’s neck and dropped onto her back to THAWHUMP the other woman with an Inverted Lungblower from way out in the cosmos.
INVERTED LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zVlOAY1wN_w
Caught completely unawares by the quick-striking champion, Rooney bounced up and slopped away, both arms already X’ed tight against her chest before she returned to the mat.
Kneeling like a penitent after the explosive counter, Burlingame felt an uncharacteristic burst of satisfaction at watching Claudia writhe on the canvas. She shook it off, got to her feet and trudged over to the redhead, whom she helped right via a double handful of hair. “Those butterflies in your stomach?” Burlingame growled in Rooney’s ear as she snuggled in against her back. “I’m going to tear a hole and let them all free.” In one smooth motion she bent sharp right to hook her left arm under Claudia’s right bicep and twined her left leg over the other woman’s left thigh. Abdominal Stretch complete, the Crimson Comet straightened up, craaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the hold and SMACKED the paddle of her left hand into the pale, dense expanse of Rooney’s midsection.
Claudia groaned but showed no sign of quitting and Lily didn’t bother to ask. Rather she alternately loosened and tightened the pressure while maintaining a steady delivery on the smacks that were even then pinking her challenger’s abs. After fifteen seconds or so she crooked her fingers and dug ‘em into the defenseless meat. “Feels pretty soft to me, Claudia.” Burlingame taunted. “Maybe you should’ve spent more time on crunches and less time on begging Amanda Jane to come out of retirNNGGHH!”
Bent though she was, the Whist Warrior wasn’t about to take sass from a trust fund brat and she clued Lily in to this fact by gouging her left elbow into the champion’s thigh. “You wanna talk soft?” she sneered. “Let’s talk your challengers up to this point. I thought Kylie was fighting below her level, but you? You might as well be bullying girls on their first day in the JunglEERRGGHHHH!”
Lily unleashed a flurry of slaps on Claudia’s sore tummy, then jabbed her index finger into her redhead’s navel, using it as the focal point of an even stiffer Belly Claw. “You don’t have the clout to rag on those chicks, little red sobbing hood.” the brunette snapped. “Not when you’re close to bawling and none of them ever OOOWWW DAMMIT!” She repaid Rooney’s latest elbow by wrenching up on the challenger’s trapped arm. “Do it again!” Burlingame barked. “Do it again and I swear I’ll see how much quit you’ve stuffed into your trunks!”
The threat gave Claudia pause, if only for a second. “You don’t have the f*cking guts you pussSWHOOAAAAAHH!”
Since her foe was braced for one kind of attack, Lily dipped and hit her with another variety altogether. Threading her free arm between the Silent Siren’s gams, Burlingame dropped down and rolled onto her left side to stack Claudia on her shoulders. A quick lock of her ankles effectively grapevined Rooney’s left leg entirely while the newly forged cradle kept her right from doing much more than flopping while Carpenter counted…
GROUNDED ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fPLVde3ImfU
ONE…
TWO…
Claudia powered out, somersaulted over onto her belly and rose a little slower than normal thanks to the strain on her core and left leg. Lily on the other hand was feeling downright chipper after her time controlling the domineering Rest Hold and she blasted a Toe Kick into the pit of Rooney’s stomach almost the instant she returned to verticality. The challenger doubled over but Lily did that faster too, if only to wedge her head under Claudia’s right arm. A Waistlock finished her preparations and then it was across the bridge again as Burlingame THWHUMPED her burden spine-first against the canvas with a gorgeous Northern Lights Suplex. Barely resisting the urge to hum Anything you can do I can do better, the referee swooped in and counted off…
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UiG-0a_6hSM
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Claudia didn’t just smack her opponent’s arched belly, she dug in with her nails and raaaaaaaaaaked all the way to Lily’s hip, Tiger Claw style. Lily winced, rolled to her knees and made a quick inspection of the furrows crossing her summer-tanned abdominals. “All right tramp, that’s settled. Your muffin top is getting destroyed.”
Rooney’s head snapped up, her dark eyes narrowed to hateful slots at the sound of the vicious slander. “Bytch, you are asking to be destroYYEERRGGHH!”
Lily buried her hands in opposing hair and wrenched her head back n’ forth with several vile shakes. “I’M asking for it? YOU started this! I would’ve given you a wrestling match, but you wanted a grudge match and now you’ve got one!” Happy to stress Rooney’s follicles for a few seconds longer, Burlingame dragged them both to boot leather before switching over to a Wristlock. From there she backed off, dropped low and slung Claudia into the ropes. Such an action often heralded afterburners from the Star Strider, but Lily stayed rooted in center of the ring as her opponent bounced off the rubber-coated steel and made her way back. Distance between them was down to less than a yard when FAWN’s Lightweight Champion hopped up and THWHAPPED her feet into Claudia’s tummy with a Dropkick powered by pure spite.
The Silent Siren doubled over in gut-shot agony and that’s when Burlingame went into high gear, whipping around on one heel to head for the ropes for a speed boost she almost assuredly did not need. Rooney was still folded over hugging her gut when Burlingame returned, which was just as it should have been. Pivoting around so her back was facing the challenger, Lily hopped up and effectively rolled down Claudia’s back to end up directly on her six. She slapped on a Waistlock the instant she touched down, squeezed far harder than necessary and then THWHUMPED Rooney on the back of her head and shoulders in a perfect German Suplex. Carpenter was already close and thus there was nearly no delay in the start of the count…
BACK-ROLL GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KjOubCqetEo
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Claudia bucked her legs and ended up on her tummy while Lily sat beside her raking a hand through her hair. “You’re tough.” she muttered to the challenger. “But so’s every girl that gets in this ring. If you wanna be the champ, you gotta work harder than everyone else. And you can’t outwork me, Claudia. Not on your best night.”
No response from the challenger so Lily righted herself and immediately took up an unpleasant perch on the backs of her rival’s thighs. The crowd ‘ooohhhhed’ in anticipation when Burlingame reached down, grabbed Rooney’s ankles and tucked her shins in against her own. “Give me your wrists, Claudia.” Lily swatted the redhead’s ribs, trying to force her to defend and thus spring the trap. “I said give me your wrists!” She SMACKED her again and Rooney cried out, but then she twisted her hips and shot her right hand back at a sharp angle. Clamping down on Lily’s left wrist, the Quiet Riot jerked hard and Lily forward into a chin-first landing on the mat.
The champ saw stars, then felt an all too familiar pressure on the backs of her thighs. “NO!” she pushed onto her elbows and tried crawling for the ropes even as Rooney locked her shins against her own. Thinking little more of vengeance, humiliation and pain, Claudia gave Lily a taste of all three when she hooked both hands into the leg holes of opposing briefs and YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANKED them up in a heartless wedgie. Burlingame sobbed, reached back to alleviate the unwanted thong and groaned disconsolately when the redhead took possession of her wrists.
“I can’t outwork you?” Claudia snarled as she pulled up on her captured limbs. “You’ll scream otherwise before I let you go.”
With that she dropped to a seat, rolled onto her back and pulled Lily into place above her with a back-snapping, shoulder-wrenching Romero Stretch. Burlingame bawled for perhaps four seconds before Rooney shifted beneath her and lowered the suffering champion onto her stomach. No kindness this, Claudia immediately rolled onto her back and hoisted Lily for a second stint in the Romero Stretch. Familiarity didn’t make the hold any easier to endure, indeed Burlingame yowled for several insensible seconds before she was able to tell the ref, “NO! NO, I’M NOT GOING ANYWHEREEEEERRRRGGGH!”
Claudia jerked down on her wrists and pushed up on her calves, adding that much more pressure to the champion’s spine and shoulders. Careful to keep at least one of her own shoulders off the mat at all times, Rooney grinned up at her suspended adversary and cooed, “Damned right about that, princess. You’re not going anywhere until I say so.”
‘So’ came sooner rather than later, as the redhead once again pushed Lily forward and down onto her belly. Claudia dropped to her tush, tightened her holds on the brunette’s wrists and puuuuuuuuuuulled back until she was able to hook her right arm around Lily’s chin. Then she slipped her left arm under Lily’s left armpit, knotted both hands tight and got down to the business of really cranking back on the Romero Sleeper.
ROLLING ROMERO STRETCH TO ROMERO DRAGON @ 00:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LREyxW75zcY
“You’re done now, rich girl.” Claudia proclaimed while Burlingame furiously waggled her right index finger ‘no, no, no’ “Just give it up, everyone knows you aren’t tough enough to hang in FAWN. Admit it!” She drew the Inverted Facelock a little tighter and earned another pained groaned from the nearly helpless champion.
But nearly helpless wasn’t the same as totally helpless, as the Silent Siren discovered when Lily crooked her right arm into a stubby ‘V’ and jabbed her in the ribs half a dozen times. Growing more perturbed with each fresh bit of resistance, Rooney committed even more energy to her human knot, yet Burlingame wouldn’t capitulate even when her abs were stretched drum tight. Indeed she continued to gouge away at Claudia’s ribs until the challenger was forced to pull her left hand away from controlling the other woman’s noggin. SMAAACK! She cracked her palm against those defenseless abdominals, raising an immediate welt.
“Leave my ribs alone, Burlingame.” Rooney demanded. “I mean NNNGGGH!”
Lily hit her again and worked the bony joint in deeper purely out of spite. “What’s wrong, Claudia?” she groaned. “Afraid the princess might bruise your delicate little OOOWWWWW YOU BYTCH!”
The Whist Warrior slapped her twice more, then curled the paddle into a talon and applied it directly to the Star Strider’s tummy. “I mean it, f*ckface. Hit me one more time and you’re going to pay for--” the threat dissolved into a pained hiss the instant Burlingame reached up, snatched hold of the redhead’s sporty new ‘do and tugged as hard as she could.
Claudia could hold on until Carpenter started his count, that wasn’t even sort of the point. The point was that she’d given this undeserving no talent piece of crap nepotism hire a direct order and she’d disobeyed. For that, Claudia would make her suffer. Breaking her own claw without a word of complaint to the official (who was even then warning Burlingame about the hair) Rooney hooked her fingers into the left cup of the champ’s top and bared her breast with a single sharp tug.
“CHEAP SLUT!” Lily snarled as she felt the re-circulated air on her bounty. “HOW DARE YOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!”
Claudia took Lily’s nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisssssssssssssted until her prey keened like a drenched kitten. Her caterwauling drew Al’s attention from the hair pull, which didn’t decrease in the slightest despite her savage tweaking. Eyes watering, Rooney wrenched the dial one more time, then released the Inverted Facelock and kicked Lily in the back until she sprawled forward onto her chest and belly.
“You stupid, petulant brat.” the redhead muttered as she got to one knee and smoothed out her stinging locks. “You have no idea who it is you’re f*cking with. But God help you, you’re about to.”
On her feet shortly thereafter, the challenger circled around to Lily’s bowed noggin and cupped her ears in both hands. Feeding the penitent brunette’s head between her thighs, Claudia swatted Burlingame’s backside a few times before she cinched her arms around opposing waist. “You and the rest of the cousins, nieces and little sisters have taken my spot for the last time, Lily.” Rooney said softly. “The lightweight ranks are in desperate need of a culling and you’ve earned the honor of going first. History will show it to be the ONLY thing you ever earned the right way.”
Knees bent, hands locked, Claudia hoisted Lily upside down, held her there for all of two seconds and then hopped and dropped to her tush. The crown of Burlingame’s skull TWHUNKED against the mat with sickening force, the sound of it causing many a FAWNatic to squirm in their seat while the lady herself went tent-pole rigid. But brain caught up with body shortly thereafter, leaving Lily to slop onto her back in an insensate puddle just begging to sopped up, or in this case, covered up, for the…
NO FRILLS PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-J_At_eiRdg
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Interstellar Angel lifted a shoulder, reminding the whole arena she was more than just a last name. Claudia fumed in silence, refusing to waste a single breath on pointless questions. Instead she regained her footing ‘flicked’ her trunks into place and worked one hand into Burlingame’s hair. A few tugs put the brunette on all fours, a point the redhead emphasized by walking her around the ring in a taunting little circle. The jeers rained down but Rooney only smirked and reeled the weary champion into another Standing Headscissors. No taunts or theatrics this time around, Claudia just wrapped her arms around Lily’s midsection and squeezed that much more air from her lungs. Forcing herself to remain calm despite the fact she could practically feel the Lightweight Championship around her waist, Rooney gathered her reserves and hoisted / spun Burlingame onto her shoulders for a PowerboNO! Lily slipped both legs off Claudia’s shoulders, caught her head in a Front Facelock and laid out on her back to BWONK opposing forehead into the canvas at top speed.
CHERRY COUNTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a82cx-Uy96E
Rooney bounced hard and rolled onto her back, it would’ve been the perfect opportunity to go for a cover if Lily hadn’t rolled in the opposite direction for some much needed recuperation. Forcing herself to one knee, Burlingame cupped a hand over her stinging breast for several seconds before gingerly drawing the cup back into place. Too angry to form words, the Girl That Gravity Forgot clambered to her feet, stomped over to Claudia and ‘whumped’ the sole of one boot into the redhead’s tush right as she was pushing to all fours.
“Get up, punk!” Burlingame pounded a second kick into Rooney’s glutes. Then a third, fourth and fifth, the champion doing her best to stomp a hole in offending backside until the Whist Warrior managed to scramble to boot leather.
“BYTCH!” she barked while stumbling toward the ropes. “KEEP YOUR PRISSY LITTLE SHOES AWAY FROM MEAAAGHHH!” Rooney meant to shove Burlingame away with her left hand, unfortunately the Star Strider caught it in both hands, then twisted that arm in a hard circle and quickly spun around behind to secure a Hammerlock. In the same motion she pulled her right hand away from Rooney’s wrist, went a little lower and dipped under her right arm. Back on the other side Burlingame put her free hand against the base of the redhead’s skull and pressed down to double her over. Moving quicker and quicker even as the knot grew all the more complex, Lily snaked her right leg over the back of Claudia’s neck, then jumped up and cinched her ankles to complete the breathtaking hanging Headscissors known far and wide as the Cherry Fizz.
CHERRY FIZZ:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ak3GMLmZwBs&feature=fvw
Teeth bared against all that hurt, Rooney sucked in the deepest breath she could, then rooted her feet to one spot until she was certain they wouldn’t give out. “How you doing, Claudia?” Al asked after a few seconds of no movement from the challenger. “Need me to call for the--”
“Don’t ask her!” Lily demanded of the official. “This chump spent a year with her mouth shut, so she can do the same long enough to make the ropes.” Burlingame trailed off for a moment and clenched her thighs until she felt the redhead gasp. “Or she can fall to her knees and scream to the world how a trust fund baby made her tap like a little bytch!”
Claudia’s hair wasn’t nearly as red as her hair but it was undoubtedly pinker than normal and growing more flushed by the second. Lips twisted in something equal parts smile and snarl, she rasped, “Kuuuuhhhh… keep talking… you showboating cuuhhhh…. cunt. Gonna be a lot quieter when I’m sitting on your face ERRRGAAAAAHHHH FAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Lily jerked up on the Hammerlock and extended her legs to their limit, the combination of which finally forced Claudia into motion. She made it all of three steps before the pressure overcame her equilibrium and she crumpled to one knee still a few feet shy of freedom. “What’s the matter, Red?” the brunette asked, her tone uncharacteristically vindictive. “Was that your knees giving out? Or your will to fight?”
Rooney bellowed with rage, rose up, rocked back onto the very edge of her heels, but managed to steady out. An equally incoherent curse forced Al away, leaving her a clear path to the-- Claudia’s right foot hooked against her left heel and she went down in a heap with Burlingame still clinging to the Cherry Fizz.
“YEAH!” Lily shouted upon returning to terra firma. She wasn’t normally one for the ground game, tonight however she’d make an exception. Doing her absolute best to crush Rooney’s skull like a walnut, the champion also cinched up on the Hammerlock until Claudia’s trapped hand was nearly touching the base of her neck.
Frankly astounded at the way the Silent Siren continued to hold on, Carpenter swooped in close despite Lily’s protests and said, “Tell me something, Claudia. If you can go on I’ll clear off. But if you can’t I’ll have to end the WHOA!”
Stretched out on her stomach, Rooney slid her knees up as high as she could, then pushed up and forced herself forward like some suicidally determined inchworm. “Huuuuuhh…… ggggrrrraaaa…. out of…. out of the way…. stripes.” Claudia repeated her previous tactic and reduced the distance between herself and sanctuary to less than six inches.
Lily noted these developments from her end of the knot with some obvious irritation. While instinct told her to release the hold now and drag Rooney back to deep water before she could reach the ropes, pride told her the challenger was almost done. There was no way Claudia had enough left in the tank to save herself, let alone continue to fi--
A grudgingly impressed roar from the FAWNatics derailed that particular train of thought when Rooney slithered he noggin beneath the bottom rope. “Break it.” she gurgled. “Tell that pampered brat to let me goGUUURRRHHHHKK!”
The Star Strider poured almost everything into that last ‘FOUR!’ seconds of squeeze. Everything else went to the Hammerlock, which had Claudia’s arm bent to the limits of flexibility. Disengaging at the last possible second, she scrambled to her knees and straddled Claudia’s upper thighs to give her own throbbing stems a moment to recover. From that mount she balled both hands into fists and let loose with a furious AHW inspired barrage of Hammer Punches to Rooney’s vulnerable backside. “YOU’RE DONE, (pak-pak-pak!) AREN’T YOU, BABY? (pak-pak-pak!) GO AHEAD, (pak-pak-pak!) TELL ALL THESE PEOPLE (pak-pak-pak!) HOW THIS PRINCESS (pak-pak-pak!) WORE YOUR NO-TALENT ASS OUT! (pak-pak-pak!) GO ON, CLAUDIA! (pak-pak-pak!) TELL THEM!” (pak-pak-pak!) Lily finished with a gratuitous Double Axehandle, then stood up and backed out into the center of the squared circle.
Mercifully free of the brat’s clutches, Claudia Rooney rolled over and worked herself into a sitting position. Doing so made her head swim and left arm burn like fire. It was then that she was forced to face a galling reality. Burlingame was right, she’d used up the last of her reserves to make it to the ropes and now she wasn’t even sure she could stand. Lily must’ve seen something in the challenger’s face because her eyes narrowed and she said, “You gotta stop this one, Al. Her left arm’s limp and she can’t even stand.”
Carpenter had thought something similar, but hadn’t mentioned it for fear of getting the taste slapped out of his mouth. “Is that true, Claudia?” he asked quietly. “Can you stand?”
“I can stand just fine!” the Whist Warrior snapped. “And there’s nothing wrong with this arm either. But I see no reason to get up if Baby Burlingame is going to hang out halfway across the f*cking ring.” Very slowly, very deliberately, Rooney held out her left hand and extended her middle finger. “You think I’m done, bytch? Come over here and say it to my face.”
Lily came at her like a hurricane, the brawny little brunette absolutely sick to death of tramps who ran their mouths just because of her last name. On top of Claudia in the span between heartbeats, the Interstellar Angel reached down and sobbed wordlessly when Rooney pounded a piston-like punt between her thighs. Snatching the champ’s waistband with her good hand, Claudia twisted to one side and pulled Burlingame down into a sludgy, slow-motion meeting with the top rope.
“Damn Claudia, what the hell was that!” Carpenter barked at her even as she struggled to verticality. “Give me one reason I shouldn’t DQ you right now!”
“Shyt in a hat, Carpenter.” she answered without even looking. Leaning heavily against the brunette’s bowed back, Claudia forced Lily’s throat down against the top rope, then leaned over and grabbed the second strand in both hands. This she pulled up and ‘twanged’ down on the back of Burlingame’s neck, thus trapping her in a much more unpleasant version of the traditional rope trap.
Stunned or not, Lily began to flail at once as her breathing was restricted by a good fifty percent. Claudia was about to hum a few bars of ‘Leave Me Breathless’ when the ref shoved her aside and started undoing her craftily designed trap. Deciding then and there that she’d make a statement tonight and claim gold another, the vengeful redhead leaned back on her left heel and brought her right leg whipping up n’ around to THWONK a heel against the side of Al’s skull. Carpenter groaned and collapsed to his knees. He might’ve stayed there if Rooney hadn’t hip checked him onto one side.
DEARLY DEPARTED:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pGLjw0u4nuo
“I won’t be needing your services anymore tonight, thanks.” Claudia told the hurtin’ zebra. “But if you could loan me your belt I would really appreciate it.”
Tactical pants support was the last thing on Al’s mind at the moment, so he really didn’t put up much of a fuss when the redhead relieved him of it. Getting shoved / kicked under the bottom rope to the floor proved much more worrisome and would ultimately lead to Rooney’s disqualification. Unfortunately Carpenter wouldn’t make that call for more than a minute and by then the damage was already done.
Alone with a belt and Lily’s exposed back, Claudia ‘smacked’ the leather against her leg and said, “It’s time I did something your parents should have done years ago.”
Lily didn’t know exactly what the wicked bytch had planned, she just knew it wasn’t good. Even so, she never thought of pleading for release. “Whuuuuhhhh… what are you gonna do, brat? Ground me? It didn’t work then, it won’t work no--”
CRAAACK!
Claudia laid a lick across the champion’s shoulders. Lily shrieked and the crowd did too, the former so loud it almost overrode the latter. “Grounding doesn’t work.” Rooney said with a smile. “Spanking though, that tends to leave an impression.”
She CRAAACKED Lily between the shoulders, then angled a pair of slashing shots across the brunette’s lower back.
Lily twisted like a livewire with each new lash, but she’d been through the same war as Claudia and what little she had left wasn’t enough to free her from the challenger’s trap. And so she suffered, the youngest Burlingame biting her tongue and clenching her jaw to keep the screams inside as Rooney broke in her new whipping post. The crowd, as raucous as any FAWN ever assembled, grew more antsy as the punishment continued, even the rowdiest among them looking to the entrance in hopes of seeing a flock of black & whites heading to the ring. In that they were sorely disappointed, but a modicum of relief came when Al hauled himself upright and slung a signal to the Timekeeper.
The bell sounded in time with three of Claudia’s freshest licks. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via disqualification and STILL the FAWN Lightweight Champion… LILY BURLINGAME!”
Claudia stepped close and leaned down to get in Burlingame’s ear. “Still feel like a champion, rich girl?”
Lily did everything she could to speak steadily in the hopes that a quaver wouldn’t betray the tears tracking down her cheeks. “More than you’ll ever know you trashy piece of OOOOOOHHHH AAAAAAAHHHHHH GAAAAAAWWDD STAAAAAHP! JUST STAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHPP!”
Claudia unleashed the last of her rage on Lily’s glutes in a spanking so savage it earned boos and gasps rather than the usual delighted cheers. Tossing the belt down only because her right arm was starting to ache as much as the left (the delayed arrival of the officials might’ve factored into it as well), Claudia undid the noose holding Lily’s neck and pulled it back to send the devastated champion sprawling onto her back. Slow and certain as an executioner, Rooney planted a foot on either side of Burlingame’s waist and leaned down to tap the tip of her nose with an index finger. That’s the second time I’ve left you tits up in this ring.” she cooed. “Next time I WILL take your gold in exchange for the privilege. See you then, princess.”
Claudia slapped Lily’s cheek, then stood up and strutted away, making sure to kick some invisible dirt on the fallen Star Strider as she did so. Lily didn’t say anything as Claudia left, her mouth simply wouldn’t produce anything that didn’t sound like a sob. But her thoughts were razor sharp and they honed in on one simple idea. She’d just suffered the worst beating of her career. To make the pain fade she’d have to inflict even worse on the redhead currently strolling up the aisle like she didn’t have a care in the world. Burlingame turned her head, saw the belt and grabbed it in one weak hand. Drawing it to her, she nodded once. It would do nicely… for a start.
Passionate cheers fought for attention with equally emphatic boos as the lights went dark and the speakers started ticking away. The clock soon faded to a keening guitar riff which in turn raised the house lights in crimson. Piercing this arterial vale was a single white spot trained on the stage, the only accompaniment to Red Light King’s ’Bullet In My Hand’.
BULLET IN MY HAND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMG9S2m1S7Y <br>
I've got a fast life and a slow cuttin' knife
I've been drinkin' at a poisoned well.
No home and a bag of bones
And nothin' else left to sell.
I know why I'm in this hell
I just don't wanna believe.
Past that line you just can't tell
But right now
There's someone lookin' out for me!
CLAUDIA ROONEY:
Emerging from the dark of backstage in silence, Claudia Rooney raised an index finger to her lips, then lowered it to her throat and pulled the ’blade’ across in a violent slash. This earned her no new fans, though those already on her side gave voice to a loud, hissing ‘SHHHHHHHHSSSHHH!’ of their less appreciative fans. Paying both factions no mind, Rooney started toward the ring like it owed her money.
For her match tonight, the one-time Trophy Wife in Training wore a sturdy black two-piece with hot pink flames airbrushed on the top and across the seat. The fiery scheme carried over to her pads and boots as both were a matching red, a perfect complement for the chunky bands adorning each wrist. Along with the homage to her mentor and former partner came another change, one first noted during the savage beatdown administered to the champ several days prior. Claudia’s hair, which had always been a deep, burnished crimson that fell to well beneath her shoulders, had been chopped into a long, slightly curved bob that *just* brushed the curves of her shoulders. It’d also been lightened considerably, to a red that bordered on strawberry blonde. T’was a good look on her, even if none of the aisle fans had the courage to tell her so.
Down the aisle in no time, Claudia stamped up the steps and hopped onto the turnbuckles. It was from this perch that she spread her arms wide, urging the crowd to listen up as Mark Kasprzyk howled ‘I can’t see the light’.
Practically twitching at the thought of the battle ahead, Rooney sprang from her perch to the center of the ring where she raised her right arm and pinched the ‘wristband’ with thumb and forefinger. Then she pulled it down with a slow tug, revealing it as a forearm sleeve. Once she’d repeated the trick on her left arm, she stalked to the corner opposite the entranceway and waited. Offering wrists, elbows and knees to Al Carpenter without saying a word, Claudia focused all her ire toward the curtain, silently begging the pretender on the other side to come through.
The Announcer raised his mic a second time after Rooney’s anthem had faded into the background. “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=9U3ns3_KvSg
Always eager to catch a glimpse of FAWN’s brightest shooting star, the capacity crowd sprang up 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.
LILY BURLINGAME:
On any other night Lily would’ve paused to acknowledge the love from her fans. Tonight wasn’t any other night though. Tonight was the night she got her hands on the sneaking, lying bytch who’d jumped her from behind and left her in a heap. Tonight was the night she reminded everyone how she’d earned the big gold belt around her waist. Most importantly, tonight was the night she broke Claudia Rooney’s heart. Restraining herself just long enough to unsnap the title, Burlingame broke into a flat out sprint the likes of which hadn’t been seen since Shea London’s rookie year.
Diving under the bottom rope only heartbeats later, Lily was on her feet in an instant and going straight for Claudia. Al took it upon himself to step in front of the brawny little buzz-saw, going so far as to hook an arm around her waist. “Keep it in check, Lily.” he said. “She’s not going anywhere.”
Burlingame shoved the belt against the ref’s chest but made no other move to retreat. “You sure about that, Al? She attacked me when my back was turned, no reason she wouldn’t run when she’s gotta fight me head on!”
Claudia took umbrage and stepped forward. “Go ahead and talk big now, bytch. We both know you’ll turn tail as soon as he lets go.”
“WITCH!” Lily surged again and Carpenter had to wrap her up in a Bear Hug to get her to the other side of the ring. Forcing her against the buckles, he let go and backed off, but not enough for even the notorious speedster to get around him.
“I’m gonna check your pads and boots now, Lil.” he explained patiently. “The quicker I do that, the quicker I ring the bell. You get me?”
Burlingame took a deep breath and let it out slow, which did wonders for her outfit, 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 pulled back in a loose, scruffy ponytail. “I get you, Al.” she offered her wrists first, then elbows. “Don’t ask me to play nice tonight though, I’m not in the mood.”
The ref checked her knees and boots, found nothing and backed off with a nod. “I never ask anyone to play nice, Lil. Just fair. You ready?”
Burlingame nodded. “Let me at her.”
He turned to Claudia. “Ready?”
Rooney’s head barely dipped. “Out of the way, Carpenter.”
Al flicked a sign to the Timekeeper, then did as suggested.
CLANG! Lily came out of her corner like a bolt from the heavens and crossed the ring just as fast. Claudia’d only managed a half step forward when the champion leapt, crooked back her right arm and THWHACKED the point of that elbow against Rooney’s cheek. The redhead bounced against the buckles and raised her hands to ward Burlingame off, which only meant the champ didn’t have to reach as far to seize Claudia’s wrist. Still seething after the mugging from a week prior, Lily took two giant steps back, dropped into a deep crouch and slung Rooney across the squared circle with extreme prejudice.
Woozy or not, Claudia was every bit the competitor she claimed to be and managed to spin around in a half circle, which allowed her upper back to absorb most of the sock. “You sneaky little tramp, you’re going to NNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!”
Burlingame sprang from several feet away, twisted around in mid-air and THWHUMPED a dagger-like Back Elbow into Claudia’s sternum. Rooney’s legs shot up, forcing her to hook both arms over the top rope to keep from plopping down on her ass. The FAWNatics were cheering Lily at the top of their collective lungs, not that the flinty-eyed brunette heard a word of it. She’d already jabbed a shoulder between the Whist Warrior’s tits, making it that much harder for her to draw a full breath while Lily seized her wrist for a third time. Lather, rinse, repeat, Burlingame did her best to dislocate Claudia’s right shoulder with the Irish Whip but she didn’t offer a word of complaint when her opponent remained vertical after a third spine-jarring meeting with the turnbuckles. Already halfway across the ring by the time the ‘bwuuung’ reached the cheap seats, Lily kept it grounded until the last second, that’s when she hopped, twisted and THWHAPPED her right bicep into Rooney’s chin with a Running European Uppercut that’d make Leila Olmstead proud.
Bouncing away from this trifecta of strikes, the Star Strider grabbed Claudia by the scruff of the neck and didn’t so much march her out as she did toss her down. The challenger made it maybe half a dozen steps before she lost her balance and pitched over onto her back in a glassy-eyed sprawl. That landing lined up her midsection with the ring-post, and judging by the hard smile on Lily’s face, that’d been her plan all along. Darting through the ropes without so much as a wink, she hopped to the top floor and looked out at the crowd, who was in the midst of losing its mind.
“SUE CAN BE THE RAINMAKER!” she roared over their cacophony. “I’M HAPPY TO BE THE BYTCH BREAKER!”
On that bold exclamation she sank to her knees and sprang out into the void, her brawny little bod twisting through the unmistakable gyroscope of the Cherry War-- Claudia rolled clear and didn’t stop ‘til she went under the bottom rope, leaving the Red, White & Bruised fans to suck in a groan of-- Burlingame adjusted mid-descent to stick a perfect landing, a feat that earned her a ‘BETTER THAN JANEL!’ chant from those assembled.
Having escaped to the relative safety outside the ring, Claudia Rooney leaned against the barricade and rubbed her aching jaw without taking her eyes of Lily Burlingame. Infuriated by the gnat’s spectacular opening salvo, the Quiet Riot stomped over to the steps and kicked ‘em hard enough to knock the top half loose with an ungainly clatter. She’d just turned to flip a bird to some mouth-breathing heckler when a familiar, microphone amplified voice, shouted, “Hey! Match is in here, fat ass!”
Rooney rounded in an instant and stalked to the edge of the apron despite the fact that it meant she was looking almost straight up at Lily, who was crowding the strands from the high ground. “Don’t even think about jawing with them, Claudia!” the younger Burlingame snapped in a tone far more common from her eldest sister. “Just toddle your little dumpling butt back in here as fast as you can! This beating’s not over yet!” She tossed the mic down with an echoing BWONK, leaving it for Al to clean up as she was far too busy claiming her place in the center of the ring.
As angry as she’d been since locking up with a certain Pennsylvanian Suplex Machine, Claudia grabbed the middle rope, put a knee on the apron and hauled herself up. “Keep her back, Carpenter.” she demanded of the official without actually looking at him. “The pampered little bytch doesn’t deserve yet another short--”
Lily made a beeline for her and Al did indeed have to loop an arm around her waist. “WHAT WAS THAT?” she barked at Rooney. “COME ON, PUNK! SAY IT TO MY FACE!”
Claudia was still on the apron and she was angrier, if not more so, than her adversary. “I TRIED BUT YOUR BUTLER WOULDN’T LET ME THROUGH THE FRONT GATE!” she snarked. “MUST’VE KNOWN I WAS GONNA PUNCH YOU SQUARE IN YOUR PRISSY MOU--”
Lily slipped Al’s clutches, stormed into the ropes and belted Rooney in the mush. The redhead reeled but didn’t cede the apron, in fact she gathered herself quite quickly and staggered Lily with a Haymaker of her own. Burlingame rocked back on her heels, allowing Claudia enough time to slip between the top and middle rop--“ERGGHHH!” Lily rushed in, grabbed a blatant double handful of hair and pounded her right knee into the swell of Claudia’s juggs. The redhead sagged, tried to push the champion away but Burlingame gave her head a nasty terrier shake and piled on the Kneelifts, adding nearly a dozen to her lifetime score (with all of them interspersed between Rooney’s tummy and tits) before Carpenter prized her off.
KNEE STRIKES IN ROPES @ 00:54
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8k6k8E6gbV8
Tugging Lily from the front line with a bit more force than usually necessary, the lanky official got down in her face and demanded, “Get a hold of yourself, ‘Lil! I know you’re pissed and you have every right to be, but getting yourself disqualified does you no favors. All it does is give Claudia more ammo.”
Lily put her hands on her hips and looked down at the canvas. “Got it, Al. Sorry to lose my temper. Hey, she’s had her five seconds in the ropes, right?”
The ref sighed and stepped aside. “Remember what I said.” She nodded as she went by but Carpenter knew she wasn’t paying attention. Burlingame only had eyes for the woman who’d spit on her burgeoning career in the middle of this very ring. Feeling better the instant she twined her hands in Rooney’s shortened locks, Lily dragged her back into the ring and was a heartbeat away from unleashing her next move when the Silent Siren slammed a shoulder into her tummy. Lily ‘oooffffhed’, pulled away then got reeled into a second miniature Shoulderblock when Claudia palmed her hips. A third shot to the belly slowed the Star Strider down to human speeds and Rooney brought her to a crashing halt courtesy of a Bear Hug around her upper thighs. Correction, the Hug bogged her down, it was only when Claudia rose up onto her tiptoes and went down on one knee, TWHUMPING her crotch with the Inverted Atomic Drop, that Lily’s gears really froze up.
Rooney didn’t shove her pigeon-toed foe away, rather she forced her head under the brunette’s left arm, then slid her grip north until it was an actual Waistlock and used it to ‘hup’ Lily into a loose cradle. With the champ’s legs threaded around her hips, Rooney dipped and bridged, taking her burden up, over and DOWN with a Cradled Northern Lights Suplex. Balanced on tiptoes and the crown of her skull, the Whist Warrior arched high and tight to keep Burlingame flat and still while Carpenter counted….
CRADLED NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX @ 00:58
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VmO6Sh4i50A
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TWO…
Lily jerked a shoulder clear and SMACKED Rooney’s tummy to break the bridge almost simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ Claudia rolled to one knee, inspected the pink welt on her abs and promptly SMACKED Burlingame’s face in receipt. “That’s the first of many, little girl. Tonight I’ll slap your face red before I drag it over every inch of this mat.”
Lily didn’t even put a hand to her stinging mug, instead she sat up and turned Claudia’s head with a smack of her own. “Don’t even TRY getting indignant with me, witch.” she snarled. “Not after the cheap way you hit me from OOOFFFFHHH!”
Rooney shoveled a punch into the brunette’s belly, then pounded in two more because the feeling pleased her so. Welcoming Lily’s noggin into a Front Facelock, she slipped her other arm under the champ’s left bicep and used both grips to haul her upright. “What would you do in my place, asshole?” Claudia punctuated the question by continuing her assault on Burlingame’s abs with a Kneelift. “The brass ignores me. (THUMP!) The fans forgot about me. (THUMP!) And ever since I stripped Wendy of her green, (THUMP!) every Lightweight worth a damn ducks me (THUMP!) at (THUMP!) every (THUMP!) turn!” Rooney finished her grievance with another Kneelift, then squeezed down on the Facelock and jerked up on the Single Underhook an instant prior to snapping Lily up n’ over with a brutally crisp Half Hatch Suplex.
HALF HATCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJpUiInfxUM
No bridge, but Lily didn’t even get to arch her aching back because Rooney floated over onto her chest and hooked the far leg in a domineering cradle. Carpenter dropped in, found the brunette’s shoulders flat and counted off….
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TWO…
Lily kicked her loose and turned to one side. It stopped Claudia from going for a pin, but not from burying a hand in her hair. “Were you going to tell me you wouldn’t run? That you’d have met me in this ring without my kicking your ass first? Please! You’ve been padding your ass with cupcakes for months.” She jerked Lily’s head up to get a yelp, then bounced it off the canvas to get a groan. “No, you’re just like all the others, space cadet. Only way to get your attention was leave you in a heap. Make it IMPOSSIBLE for you to duck me.”
Angry despite the pounding between her ears, Lily pushed herself up with one hand and bore down on Claudia’s encroaching wrist with the other. “Yuuuhhh… you don’t know me. I don’t duck NNNNGGGGHHH!”
Claudia rose onto her tiptoes and immediately dropped back down, the aggressive redhead spiking her right knee between the champion’s shoulders. Ignoring the zebra’s warning, she wrenched Lily’s head back to expose her throat, then leaned in so they were cheek to cheek. “That’s right, you’re not ducking me.” she whispered. “Not anymore.”
A louder warning from Carpenter made Rooney break the hair-hold, not that the Chinlock she substituted was in any way more pleasant. Forcing Burlingame to stand with a few solid tugs, she transitioned to a Wristlock, shouldered the Star Strider back a few steps, then yanked her in for a THWAPPING introduction of thigh to tummy. Coldly methodical for someone presumably seething with resentment, Claudia straightened her adversary, bulled her back with the shoulder-shove and finished with a second Thigh Smash. Burlingame doubled over deep, but mustered the energy to PWAK a few stinging punches into Rooney’s faintly engraved six-pack.
This earned her a frown and a stiff slap to the back of the head. “That all you got? C’mon Burlingame, there’s more to a wrestling match than a goddamned floor shoWOOOFFFHH!”
Lily righted herself and rocked Rooney up on her heels with a feisty Forearm Smash to the tits. Claudia stamped back a step or two but didn’t relinquish her hold on the champ’s wrist -- this proved a boon for the Star Strider as it meant minimal reload time between the beats she laid into opposing rack. After five or six she turned the tables on the Wristlock and drew the stunned redhead in close. “Any way you wanna fight, girl. Any way at all. I don’t want there to de a doubt in anyone’s mind when I put you down for NNNGGGGGHHH!”
The Silent Siren THWONKED a Headbutt between the brunette’s eyes, bringing immediate tears. Retaking control of her Wristlock, Rooney peeled away, dropped a shoulder and flung Burlingame across the ring at a sharp diagonal. Certain that the bytch had her aimed at corner, Lily forced herself to spin at just the right time and sure enough her shoulders BWUUUNGED against the padded steel. She’d barely thrown her arms over the top rope when a hard-charging Claudia took to the skies and planted her left foot against the champ’s tummy. The real hit came immediately thereafter, Rooney’s right knee whipping up and around to THWONK against the side of Burlingame’s skull.
CORNER SHINING WIZARD @ 00:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSC22r18AUE
Grabbing hold of the ropes to keep herself balanced, Rooney dropped down after a second’s rest and returned her right hand to its comfortable spot deep in Lily’s hair. “Think you can walk it off, twinkle toes?” Claudia asked with a derisive sneer. The Interstellar Angel didn’t answer quickly enough for her liking, so she stepped aside and gave her the bum’s rush out of the buckles, much as Lily had done to her earlier in the battle. But where Rooney had pitched to the mat, Burlingame stayed upright, albeit looking far more rickety than her usually sure-footed self.
Mildly irritated that the brunette’s legs were still holding, Claudia channeled it into something far more productive by hurrying to the corner her foe had so recently occupied and jumped from ground floor to penthouse in a single feline bound. Twisting around to face the squared circle, she maintained her crouch until Lily started to right herself. Then she stood up and whistled a line from Total Eclipse of the Heart. Turn around, Bright Eyes. Lily did, more on instinct than any recognition of those particular notes. Her motives were incidental, by that point the challenger wasn’t just airborne, she’d crossed the apex of her ascent and twisted herself ninety degrees to the left. Curling up n’ stretching out in the blink of an eye, Claudia hit Lily’s chest tummy-first and FLATTENED her against the mat with a flawless Diving Crossbody. Burlingame’s legs jackknifed up when she struck the canvas and Rooney hooked the left with her right arm to keep the champ cradled good n’ tight for…
FROG-PUMP CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ljhzyDb_DCw
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TWO…
The brunette’s gams proved too strong as Lily tore loose and pushed the Whist Warrior aside with a full second to spare. Leaned back on her hunkers, Claudia pushed hair off her face and sneered at the gasping brunette but she didn’t say a word about the speed of the count or the strength of her foe’s escape. It was the sort of cool professionalism Al recognized as a hallmark of Amanda Jane’s style and he didn’t envy any woman who found herself on the receiving end thereof.
At the moment the woman on that end was bunched up her knees and hugging the worst of the ache from her midsection. Burlingame was on high alert for any attack from the challenger, but Claudia had left her alone for the moment and she wasn’t about to let the reprieve pass her by. She might’ve been a bit quicker to take up a defensive position if she’d looked up and seen Rooney stalking her from half a ring away. The redhead’s hands were up, her arms stretched wide as she adjusted to stay in Lily’s blindspot. Rising with her back to the Silent Siren, Lily only turned when the crowd warned her of the impending threat and by that time Claudia was already bearing down on her at top speed.
Eyes going wide when Rooney pounced for the Thesz Press (with the Front Sleeper quick to follow no doubt) Lily took a step back and bounced into a vertical leap that brought her knees to chest level. Stuffing ‘em against Claudia’s tits in a low-flying midair collision, Lily laced her hands behind the redhead’s neck and dropped onto her back to THAWHUMP the other woman with an Inverted Lungblower from way out in the cosmos.
INVERTED LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zVlOAY1wN_w
Caught completely unawares by the quick-striking champion, Rooney bounced up and slopped away, both arms already X’ed tight against her chest before she returned to the mat.
Kneeling like a penitent after the explosive counter, Burlingame felt an uncharacteristic burst of satisfaction at watching Claudia writhe on the canvas. She shook it off, got to her feet and trudged over to the redhead, whom she helped right via a double handful of hair. “Those butterflies in your stomach?” Burlingame growled in Rooney’s ear as she snuggled in against her back. “I’m going to tear a hole and let them all free.” In one smooth motion she bent sharp right to hook her left arm under Claudia’s right bicep and twined her left leg over the other woman’s left thigh. Abdominal Stretch complete, the Crimson Comet straightened up, craaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the hold and SMACKED the paddle of her left hand into the pale, dense expanse of Rooney’s midsection.
Claudia groaned but showed no sign of quitting and Lily didn’t bother to ask. Rather she alternately loosened and tightened the pressure while maintaining a steady delivery on the smacks that were even then pinking her challenger’s abs. After fifteen seconds or so she crooked her fingers and dug ‘em into the defenseless meat. “Feels pretty soft to me, Claudia.” Burlingame taunted. “Maybe you should’ve spent more time on crunches and less time on begging Amanda Jane to come out of retirNNGGHH!”
Bent though she was, the Whist Warrior wasn’t about to take sass from a trust fund brat and she clued Lily in to this fact by gouging her left elbow into the champion’s thigh. “You wanna talk soft?” she sneered. “Let’s talk your challengers up to this point. I thought Kylie was fighting below her level, but you? You might as well be bullying girls on their first day in the JunglEERRGGHHHH!”
Lily unleashed a flurry of slaps on Claudia’s sore tummy, then jabbed her index finger into her redhead’s navel, using it as the focal point of an even stiffer Belly Claw. “You don’t have the clout to rag on those chicks, little red sobbing hood.” the brunette snapped. “Not when you’re close to bawling and none of them ever OOOWWW DAMMIT!” She repaid Rooney’s latest elbow by wrenching up on the challenger’s trapped arm. “Do it again!” Burlingame barked. “Do it again and I swear I’ll see how much quit you’ve stuffed into your trunks!”
The threat gave Claudia pause, if only for a second. “You don’t have the f*cking guts you pussSWHOOAAAAAHH!”
Since her foe was braced for one kind of attack, Lily dipped and hit her with another variety altogether. Threading her free arm between the Silent Siren’s gams, Burlingame dropped down and rolled onto her left side to stack Claudia on her shoulders. A quick lock of her ankles effectively grapevined Rooney’s left leg entirely while the newly forged cradle kept her right from doing much more than flopping while Carpenter counted…
GROUNDED ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fPLVde3ImfU
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TWO…
Claudia powered out, somersaulted over onto her belly and rose a little slower than normal thanks to the strain on her core and left leg. Lily on the other hand was feeling downright chipper after her time controlling the domineering Rest Hold and she blasted a Toe Kick into the pit of Rooney’s stomach almost the instant she returned to verticality. The challenger doubled over but Lily did that faster too, if only to wedge her head under Claudia’s right arm. A Waistlock finished her preparations and then it was across the bridge again as Burlingame THWHUMPED her burden spine-first against the canvas with a gorgeous Northern Lights Suplex. Barely resisting the urge to hum Anything you can do I can do better, the referee swooped in and counted off…
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UiG-0a_6hSM
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Claudia didn’t just smack her opponent’s arched belly, she dug in with her nails and raaaaaaaaaaked all the way to Lily’s hip, Tiger Claw style. Lily winced, rolled to her knees and made a quick inspection of the furrows crossing her summer-tanned abdominals. “All right tramp, that’s settled. Your muffin top is getting destroyed.”
Rooney’s head snapped up, her dark eyes narrowed to hateful slots at the sound of the vicious slander. “Bytch, you are asking to be destroYYEERRGGHH!”
Lily buried her hands in opposing hair and wrenched her head back n’ forth with several vile shakes. “I’M asking for it? YOU started this! I would’ve given you a wrestling match, but you wanted a grudge match and now you’ve got one!” Happy to stress Rooney’s follicles for a few seconds longer, Burlingame dragged them both to boot leather before switching over to a Wristlock. From there she backed off, dropped low and slung Claudia into the ropes. Such an action often heralded afterburners from the Star Strider, but Lily stayed rooted in center of the ring as her opponent bounced off the rubber-coated steel and made her way back. Distance between them was down to less than a yard when FAWN’s Lightweight Champion hopped up and THWHAPPED her feet into Claudia’s tummy with a Dropkick powered by pure spite.
The Silent Siren doubled over in gut-shot agony and that’s when Burlingame went into high gear, whipping around on one heel to head for the ropes for a speed boost she almost assuredly did not need. Rooney was still folded over hugging her gut when Burlingame returned, which was just as it should have been. Pivoting around so her back was facing the challenger, Lily hopped up and effectively rolled down Claudia’s back to end up directly on her six. She slapped on a Waistlock the instant she touched down, squeezed far harder than necessary and then THWHUMPED Rooney on the back of her head and shoulders in a perfect German Suplex. Carpenter was already close and thus there was nearly no delay in the start of the count…
BACK-ROLL GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KjOubCqetEo
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Claudia bucked her legs and ended up on her tummy while Lily sat beside her raking a hand through her hair. “You’re tough.” she muttered to the challenger. “But so’s every girl that gets in this ring. If you wanna be the champ, you gotta work harder than everyone else. And you can’t outwork me, Claudia. Not on your best night.”
No response from the challenger so Lily righted herself and immediately took up an unpleasant perch on the backs of her rival’s thighs. The crowd ‘ooohhhhed’ in anticipation when Burlingame reached down, grabbed Rooney’s ankles and tucked her shins in against her own. “Give me your wrists, Claudia.” Lily swatted the redhead’s ribs, trying to force her to defend and thus spring the trap. “I said give me your wrists!” She SMACKED her again and Rooney cried out, but then she twisted her hips and shot her right hand back at a sharp angle. Clamping down on Lily’s left wrist, the Quiet Riot jerked hard and Lily forward into a chin-first landing on the mat.
The champ saw stars, then felt an all too familiar pressure on the backs of her thighs. “NO!” she pushed onto her elbows and tried crawling for the ropes even as Rooney locked her shins against her own. Thinking little more of vengeance, humiliation and pain, Claudia gave Lily a taste of all three when she hooked both hands into the leg holes of opposing briefs and YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANKED them up in a heartless wedgie. Burlingame sobbed, reached back to alleviate the unwanted thong and groaned disconsolately when the redhead took possession of her wrists.
“I can’t outwork you?” Claudia snarled as she pulled up on her captured limbs. “You’ll scream otherwise before I let you go.”
With that she dropped to a seat, rolled onto her back and pulled Lily into place above her with a back-snapping, shoulder-wrenching Romero Stretch. Burlingame bawled for perhaps four seconds before Rooney shifted beneath her and lowered the suffering champion onto her stomach. No kindness this, Claudia immediately rolled onto her back and hoisted Lily for a second stint in the Romero Stretch. Familiarity didn’t make the hold any easier to endure, indeed Burlingame yowled for several insensible seconds before she was able to tell the ref, “NO! NO, I’M NOT GOING ANYWHEREEEEERRRRGGGH!”
Claudia jerked down on her wrists and pushed up on her calves, adding that much more pressure to the champion’s spine and shoulders. Careful to keep at least one of her own shoulders off the mat at all times, Rooney grinned up at her suspended adversary and cooed, “Damned right about that, princess. You’re not going anywhere until I say so.”
‘So’ came sooner rather than later, as the redhead once again pushed Lily forward and down onto her belly. Claudia dropped to her tush, tightened her holds on the brunette’s wrists and puuuuuuuuuuulled back until she was able to hook her right arm around Lily’s chin. Then she slipped her left arm under Lily’s left armpit, knotted both hands tight and got down to the business of really cranking back on the Romero Sleeper.
ROLLING ROMERO STRETCH TO ROMERO DRAGON @ 00:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LREyxW75zcY
“You’re done now, rich girl.” Claudia proclaimed while Burlingame furiously waggled her right index finger ‘no, no, no’ “Just give it up, everyone knows you aren’t tough enough to hang in FAWN. Admit it!” She drew the Inverted Facelock a little tighter and earned another pained groaned from the nearly helpless champion.
But nearly helpless wasn’t the same as totally helpless, as the Silent Siren discovered when Lily crooked her right arm into a stubby ‘V’ and jabbed her in the ribs half a dozen times. Growing more perturbed with each fresh bit of resistance, Rooney committed even more energy to her human knot, yet Burlingame wouldn’t capitulate even when her abs were stretched drum tight. Indeed she continued to gouge away at Claudia’s ribs until the challenger was forced to pull her left hand away from controlling the other woman’s noggin. SMAAACK! She cracked her palm against those defenseless abdominals, raising an immediate welt.
“Leave my ribs alone, Burlingame.” Rooney demanded. “I mean NNNGGGH!”
Lily hit her again and worked the bony joint in deeper purely out of spite. “What’s wrong, Claudia?” she groaned. “Afraid the princess might bruise your delicate little OOOWWWWW YOU BYTCH!”
The Whist Warrior slapped her twice more, then curled the paddle into a talon and applied it directly to the Star Strider’s tummy. “I mean it, f*ckface. Hit me one more time and you’re going to pay for--” the threat dissolved into a pained hiss the instant Burlingame reached up, snatched hold of the redhead’s sporty new ‘do and tugged as hard as she could.
Claudia could hold on until Carpenter started his count, that wasn’t even sort of the point. The point was that she’d given this undeserving no talent piece of crap nepotism hire a direct order and she’d disobeyed. For that, Claudia would make her suffer. Breaking her own claw without a word of complaint to the official (who was even then warning Burlingame about the hair) Rooney hooked her fingers into the left cup of the champ’s top and bared her breast with a single sharp tug.
“CHEAP SLUT!” Lily snarled as she felt the re-circulated air on her bounty. “HOW DARE YOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!”
Claudia took Lily’s nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisssssssssssssted until her prey keened like a drenched kitten. Her caterwauling drew Al’s attention from the hair pull, which didn’t decrease in the slightest despite her savage tweaking. Eyes watering, Rooney wrenched the dial one more time, then released the Inverted Facelock and kicked Lily in the back until she sprawled forward onto her chest and belly.
“You stupid, petulant brat.” the redhead muttered as she got to one knee and smoothed out her stinging locks. “You have no idea who it is you’re f*cking with. But God help you, you’re about to.”
On her feet shortly thereafter, the challenger circled around to Lily’s bowed noggin and cupped her ears in both hands. Feeding the penitent brunette’s head between her thighs, Claudia swatted Burlingame’s backside a few times before she cinched her arms around opposing waist. “You and the rest of the cousins, nieces and little sisters have taken my spot for the last time, Lily.” Rooney said softly. “The lightweight ranks are in desperate need of a culling and you’ve earned the honor of going first. History will show it to be the ONLY thing you ever earned the right way.”
Knees bent, hands locked, Claudia hoisted Lily upside down, held her there for all of two seconds and then hopped and dropped to her tush. The crown of Burlingame’s skull TWHUNKED against the mat with sickening force, the sound of it causing many a FAWNatic to squirm in their seat while the lady herself went tent-pole rigid. But brain caught up with body shortly thereafter, leaving Lily to slop onto her back in an insensate puddle just begging to sopped up, or in this case, covered up, for the…
NO FRILLS PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-J_At_eiRdg
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Interstellar Angel lifted a shoulder, reminding the whole arena she was more than just a last name. Claudia fumed in silence, refusing to waste a single breath on pointless questions. Instead she regained her footing ‘flicked’ her trunks into place and worked one hand into Burlingame’s hair. A few tugs put the brunette on all fours, a point the redhead emphasized by walking her around the ring in a taunting little circle. The jeers rained down but Rooney only smirked and reeled the weary champion into another Standing Headscissors. No taunts or theatrics this time around, Claudia just wrapped her arms around Lily’s midsection and squeezed that much more air from her lungs. Forcing herself to remain calm despite the fact she could practically feel the Lightweight Championship around her waist, Rooney gathered her reserves and hoisted / spun Burlingame onto her shoulders for a PowerboNO! Lily slipped both legs off Claudia’s shoulders, caught her head in a Front Facelock and laid out on her back to BWONK opposing forehead into the canvas at top speed.
CHERRY COUNTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a82cx-Uy96E
Rooney bounced hard and rolled onto her back, it would’ve been the perfect opportunity to go for a cover if Lily hadn’t rolled in the opposite direction for some much needed recuperation. Forcing herself to one knee, Burlingame cupped a hand over her stinging breast for several seconds before gingerly drawing the cup back into place. Too angry to form words, the Girl That Gravity Forgot clambered to her feet, stomped over to Claudia and ‘whumped’ the sole of one boot into the redhead’s tush right as she was pushing to all fours.
“Get up, punk!” Burlingame pounded a second kick into Rooney’s glutes. Then a third, fourth and fifth, the champion doing her best to stomp a hole in offending backside until the Whist Warrior managed to scramble to boot leather.
“BYTCH!” she barked while stumbling toward the ropes. “KEEP YOUR PRISSY LITTLE SHOES AWAY FROM MEAAAGHHH!” Rooney meant to shove Burlingame away with her left hand, unfortunately the Star Strider caught it in both hands, then twisted that arm in a hard circle and quickly spun around behind to secure a Hammerlock. In the same motion she pulled her right hand away from Rooney’s wrist, went a little lower and dipped under her right arm. Back on the other side Burlingame put her free hand against the base of the redhead’s skull and pressed down to double her over. Moving quicker and quicker even as the knot grew all the more complex, Lily snaked her right leg over the back of Claudia’s neck, then jumped up and cinched her ankles to complete the breathtaking hanging Headscissors known far and wide as the Cherry Fizz.
CHERRY FIZZ:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ak3GMLmZwBs&feature=fvw
Teeth bared against all that hurt, Rooney sucked in the deepest breath she could, then rooted her feet to one spot until she was certain they wouldn’t give out. “How you doing, Claudia?” Al asked after a few seconds of no movement from the challenger. “Need me to call for the--”
“Don’t ask her!” Lily demanded of the official. “This chump spent a year with her mouth shut, so she can do the same long enough to make the ropes.” Burlingame trailed off for a moment and clenched her thighs until she felt the redhead gasp. “Or she can fall to her knees and scream to the world how a trust fund baby made her tap like a little bytch!”
Claudia’s hair wasn’t nearly as red as her hair but it was undoubtedly pinker than normal and growing more flushed by the second. Lips twisted in something equal parts smile and snarl, she rasped, “Kuuuuhhhh… keep talking… you showboating cuuhhhh…. cunt. Gonna be a lot quieter when I’m sitting on your face ERRRGAAAAAHHHH FAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Lily jerked up on the Hammerlock and extended her legs to their limit, the combination of which finally forced Claudia into motion. She made it all of three steps before the pressure overcame her equilibrium and she crumpled to one knee still a few feet shy of freedom. “What’s the matter, Red?” the brunette asked, her tone uncharacteristically vindictive. “Was that your knees giving out? Or your will to fight?”
Rooney bellowed with rage, rose up, rocked back onto the very edge of her heels, but managed to steady out. An equally incoherent curse forced Al away, leaving her a clear path to the-- Claudia’s right foot hooked against her left heel and she went down in a heap with Burlingame still clinging to the Cherry Fizz.
“YEAH!” Lily shouted upon returning to terra firma. She wasn’t normally one for the ground game, tonight however she’d make an exception. Doing her absolute best to crush Rooney’s skull like a walnut, the champion also cinched up on the Hammerlock until Claudia’s trapped hand was nearly touching the base of her neck.
Frankly astounded at the way the Silent Siren continued to hold on, Carpenter swooped in close despite Lily’s protests and said, “Tell me something, Claudia. If you can go on I’ll clear off. But if you can’t I’ll have to end the WHOA!”
Stretched out on her stomach, Rooney slid her knees up as high as she could, then pushed up and forced herself forward like some suicidally determined inchworm. “Huuuuuhh…… ggggrrrraaaa…. out of…. out of the way…. stripes.” Claudia repeated her previous tactic and reduced the distance between herself and sanctuary to less than six inches.
Lily noted these developments from her end of the knot with some obvious irritation. While instinct told her to release the hold now and drag Rooney back to deep water before she could reach the ropes, pride told her the challenger was almost done. There was no way Claudia had enough left in the tank to save herself, let alone continue to fi--
A grudgingly impressed roar from the FAWNatics derailed that particular train of thought when Rooney slithered he noggin beneath the bottom rope. “Break it.” she gurgled. “Tell that pampered brat to let me goGUUURRRHHHHKK!”
The Star Strider poured almost everything into that last ‘FOUR!’ seconds of squeeze. Everything else went to the Hammerlock, which had Claudia’s arm bent to the limits of flexibility. Disengaging at the last possible second, she scrambled to her knees and straddled Claudia’s upper thighs to give her own throbbing stems a moment to recover. From that mount she balled both hands into fists and let loose with a furious AHW inspired barrage of Hammer Punches to Rooney’s vulnerable backside. “YOU’RE DONE, (pak-pak-pak!) AREN’T YOU, BABY? (pak-pak-pak!) GO AHEAD, (pak-pak-pak!) TELL ALL THESE PEOPLE (pak-pak-pak!) HOW THIS PRINCESS (pak-pak-pak!) WORE YOUR NO-TALENT ASS OUT! (pak-pak-pak!) GO ON, CLAUDIA! (pak-pak-pak!) TELL THEM!” (pak-pak-pak!) Lily finished with a gratuitous Double Axehandle, then stood up and backed out into the center of the squared circle.
Mercifully free of the brat’s clutches, Claudia Rooney rolled over and worked herself into a sitting position. Doing so made her head swim and left arm burn like fire. It was then that she was forced to face a galling reality. Burlingame was right, she’d used up the last of her reserves to make it to the ropes and now she wasn’t even sure she could stand. Lily must’ve seen something in the challenger’s face because her eyes narrowed and she said, “You gotta stop this one, Al. Her left arm’s limp and she can’t even stand.”
Carpenter had thought something similar, but hadn’t mentioned it for fear of getting the taste slapped out of his mouth. “Is that true, Claudia?” he asked quietly. “Can you stand?”
“I can stand just fine!” the Whist Warrior snapped. “And there’s nothing wrong with this arm either. But I see no reason to get up if Baby Burlingame is going to hang out halfway across the f*cking ring.” Very slowly, very deliberately, Rooney held out her left hand and extended her middle finger. “You think I’m done, bytch? Come over here and say it to my face.”
Lily came at her like a hurricane, the brawny little brunette absolutely sick to death of tramps who ran their mouths just because of her last name. On top of Claudia in the span between heartbeats, the Interstellar Angel reached down and sobbed wordlessly when Rooney pounded a piston-like punt between her thighs. Snatching the champ’s waistband with her good hand, Claudia twisted to one side and pulled Burlingame down into a sludgy, slow-motion meeting with the top rope.
“Damn Claudia, what the hell was that!” Carpenter barked at her even as she struggled to verticality. “Give me one reason I shouldn’t DQ you right now!”
“Shyt in a hat, Carpenter.” she answered without even looking. Leaning heavily against the brunette’s bowed back, Claudia forced Lily’s throat down against the top rope, then leaned over and grabbed the second strand in both hands. This she pulled up and ‘twanged’ down on the back of Burlingame’s neck, thus trapping her in a much more unpleasant version of the traditional rope trap.
Stunned or not, Lily began to flail at once as her breathing was restricted by a good fifty percent. Claudia was about to hum a few bars of ‘Leave Me Breathless’ when the ref shoved her aside and started undoing her craftily designed trap. Deciding then and there that she’d make a statement tonight and claim gold another, the vengeful redhead leaned back on her left heel and brought her right leg whipping up n’ around to THWONK a heel against the side of Al’s skull. Carpenter groaned and collapsed to his knees. He might’ve stayed there if Rooney hadn’t hip checked him onto one side.
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“I won’t be needing your services anymore tonight, thanks.” Claudia told the hurtin’ zebra. “But if you could loan me your belt I would really appreciate it.”
Tactical pants support was the last thing on Al’s mind at the moment, so he really didn’t put up much of a fuss when the redhead relieved him of it. Getting shoved / kicked under the bottom rope to the floor proved much more worrisome and would ultimately lead to Rooney’s disqualification. Unfortunately Carpenter wouldn’t make that call for more than a minute and by then the damage was already done.
Alone with a belt and Lily’s exposed back, Claudia ‘smacked’ the leather against her leg and said, “It’s time I did something your parents should have done years ago.”
Lily didn’t know exactly what the wicked bytch had planned, she just knew it wasn’t good. Even so, she never thought of pleading for release. “Whuuuuhhhh… what are you gonna do, brat? Ground me? It didn’t work then, it won’t work no--”
CRAAACK!
Claudia laid a lick across the champion’s shoulders. Lily shrieked and the crowd did too, the former so loud it almost overrode the latter. “Grounding doesn’t work.” Rooney said with a smile. “Spanking though, that tends to leave an impression.”
She CRAAACKED Lily between the shoulders, then angled a pair of slashing shots across the brunette’s lower back.
Lily twisted like a livewire with each new lash, but she’d been through the same war as Claudia and what little she had left wasn’t enough to free her from the challenger’s trap. And so she suffered, the youngest Burlingame biting her tongue and clenching her jaw to keep the screams inside as Rooney broke in her new whipping post. The crowd, as raucous as any FAWN ever assembled, grew more antsy as the punishment continued, even the rowdiest among them looking to the entrance in hopes of seeing a flock of black & whites heading to the ring. In that they were sorely disappointed, but a modicum of relief came when Al hauled himself upright and slung a signal to the Timekeeper.
The bell sounded in time with three of Claudia’s freshest licks. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via disqualification and STILL the FAWN Lightweight Champion… LILY BURLINGAME!”
Claudia stepped close and leaned down to get in Burlingame’s ear. “Still feel like a champion, rich girl?”
Lily did everything she could to speak steadily in the hopes that a quaver wouldn’t betray the tears tracking down her cheeks. “More than you’ll ever know you trashy piece of OOOOOOHHHH AAAAAAAHHHHHH GAAAAAAWWDD STAAAAAHP! JUST STAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHPP!”
Claudia unleashed the last of her rage on Lily’s glutes in a spanking so savage it earned boos and gasps rather than the usual delighted cheers. Tossing the belt down only because her right arm was starting to ache as much as the left (the delayed arrival of the officials might’ve factored into it as well), Claudia undid the noose holding Lily’s neck and pulled it back to send the devastated champion sprawling onto her back. Slow and certain as an executioner, Rooney planted a foot on either side of Burlingame’s waist and leaned down to tap the tip of her nose with an index finger. That’s the second time I’ve left you tits up in this ring.” she cooed. “Next time I WILL take your gold in exchange for the privilege. See you then, princess.”
Claudia slapped Lily’s cheek, then stood up and strutted away, making sure to kick some invisible dirt on the fallen Star Strider as she did so. Lily didn’t say anything as Claudia left, her mouth simply wouldn’t produce anything that didn’t sound like a sob. But her thoughts were razor sharp and they honed in on one simple idea. She’d just suffered the worst beating of her career. To make the pain fade she’d have to inflict even worse on the redhead currently strolling up the aisle like she didn’t have a care in the world. Burlingame turned her head, saw the belt and grabbed it in one weak hand. Drawing it to her, she nodded once. It would do nicely… for a start.