Post by alyadmirer on Aug 21, 2015 1:07:54 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger,” the Ring Announcer told the cheering throng. “Accompanied by her BFF Rose Evans, she hails from Irving, Texas... She stands five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, the Babyfaced Killer, GAAABBBBBBYYY MEEENNNDDDOOOZZZAAA!!!!!”
The speakers crackled to life, pumping out Charli XCX’s “Famous, much to the disdain of the Orlando faithful.
“FAMOUS”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7Mabm90wuE
ROSE EVANS…
GABBY MENDOZA...
The music might not have been particularly familiar yet, but the names surely were, and a cascade of boos rained down. A few moments after that introduction, two lovely young ladies emerged from backstage—with an emphasis on “YOUNG.” Evans and Mendoza strolled down to the ring virtually side by side—Gabby trailed perhaps a step behind—to a decidedly lustful reaction from the capacity crowd. Rose—the shorter and more fair skinned of the two—looked fairly impassive as she approached the ring. Her eyes never registered the presence of the crowd or wavered from the ring. Gabby—just a little taller with a darker complexion—seemed a little more aware of her surroundings, and possibly even less impressed with the fans around ringside. But, if she was scowling, the effect was somewhat diluted by the periodic bubbles that Mendoza blew with her gum.
Both women were dressed the exact same way: adorned in black lace panties underneath plaid mini-skirts and matching black bustiers that, with neither of these women likely to be mistaken for Hailey Kennedy, gave their bosoms an extremely flattering boost. Both sets of well-shaped legs were encased in thigh high black nylons along with white boots. Climbing onto the apron, Rose and Gabby slipped one leg through the ropes, bending deep at the waist as they swept their upper bodies toward the ring…
… only to stop halfway, their faces sooooooo close to coming into contact.
Mendoza and Evans brushed noses, exchanging an Eskimo kiss, before Gabby pulled the rest of the way into the ring--Rose heading in the opposite direction, skipping down to the floor.
With Barely Legal trolling the crowd, the Announcer raised his mic and said, “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
Quite interested to see Lily‘s mood after her ‘victory‘ in July, the capacity crowd sprang up and cheered their hearts out 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:
Launching herself from that brand spankin‘ new crater, Lily Burlingame pumped a fist for the crowd, then smacked the belt snapped around her waist and flew down the ramp in a blur of black, red and white. For tonight’s row with the Babyfaced Killer she wore gleaming black bottoms accented by swirling galaxies of stars done in red and white. Her top was halter-style sports bra done in an identical scheme, the red and white seeming to shimmer and twine with her every move. Kneepads were matching black and also sported the galaxy motif, white on the left and red on the right. Her hair, though free of the mask, was still pulled back in a long, sweeping ponytail.
Moving even faster now that she‘d shed her disguise (or perhaps it was an overwhelming urge to erase the memory of Claudia Rooney‘s sneering face), the Girl That Gravity Forgot tore down the ramp then leapt from the floor to the apron to the top rope in the span between heartbeats. Bouncing from it as casually as the terminally grounded stepped off the curb, Lily hooked a sharp turn to the left, hit the adjoining set of strands and went soaring into a gorgeous back flip that set her back in the center of the ring. Then she was off again, the Meteor Mite rounding on one heel to sprint to the far side of the squared circle. At the ropes in an instant, she caught the top and middle in both hands, leapt and twirled over the third strand in a Tiger Feint Kick that ’swicked’ through the air.
Back in the ring a heartbeat later, the youngest Burlingame sister strode to the middle of the ring and undid the belt. Holding it level with one shoulder, she thumbed an invisible detonator in the other hand and raised her gold to correspond to the thunderous ‘BOOOOOOOM!’ from her fans. Finally zeroing in Gabby Mendoza, Lily held the belt out to her, then tossed it to the official. “Hope you like the taste of that gum, Gabs.” she said to the Gen Nex’er. “Because you’re never going to taste this gold.” Mendoza flipped her a cheery bird, Lily offered her two in return, then backed into her corner without taking her eyes from the other brunette.
Though he didn’t much like starting a match (let alone a title match) without a final inspection, Craig Long couldn’t make either competitor budge for the life of him so he said, “Keep it clean ladies. And watch the gum, Gabby.” He stepped away and slung a signal to the Timekeeper.
CLANG!
Mendoza didn’t move and neither did Burlingame, apparently the pair of brunettes wasn’t done sizing one another up just yet. After a quick appraisal of the smaller woman’s frame, Gabby asked, “You sure you’re ready for this, Lil’? No offense, but Rooney put quite the beating on you last month and since I’m twice the wrestler she is…” the Generation Next star pursed her lips and blew a large, bright green bubble that ‘popped!’ less than half an inch from the tip of the champion’s nose. Drawing it back into her mouth like a magician’s trick, Gabby chomped a little louder than necessary when she said, “… let’s just say your ass already looks like a piece of chewed gum.”
The corners of Burlingame’s mouth turned up in a faint, hard smile. Inching a full step closer to the challenger, she replied, “Trust me Gabby, I am more than ready for this match. And as for your favorite oral fixation…” Lily closed the rest of the distance and now they were nose to nose, though Mendoza had to tilt her head down a bit to meet the champ’s eyes. “…I’ll only ask you once not to do it again.”
Gabby made a point of smacking on her gum that much louder, but she didn’t blow another bubble. “And what if I do, short stuff?”
“I don’t know. But you’ll know it when it happens.”
Mendoza responded with a smirk, then nodded once. “All right, Lil’. We’ll play your way until I get bored.” The words were still hanging in the air when the Baby-Faced Killer snaked an arm around the back of Burlingame’s neck and yanked her down into a snug, temple-on-hip Side Headlock.
“Squeeze her, Gabs!” Rose cheered from her place on the outside. “Squeeze the little quitter until she’s wailing!”
Gabby grinned and ground the knot of her hands against Lily’s cheek while simultaneously drawing the Headlock that much tighter. “Told ya you weren’t ready for this.” she chided between pulses. “Should’ve taken a month off, tiny. Claudia RUINED you and you’re the only one who can’t WHOAAARRRGGGHH!”
Burlingame twisted free of the Headlock, snatched hold of Mendoza’s left wrist and spun around on her six to force the other brunette’s hand up between her shoulders with a cringe worthy Hammerlock. Cheek pressed to the back of Gabby’s neck to defend from reprisal elbows, Burlingame tugged on the joint-lock until a yelping Mendoza rose onto her tiptoes.
“I told you not to worry about me, little girl.” the champ huffed. “Better you start thinking up excuses so Rose doesn’t cut you loose after I pin you in the middle of this ring.”
Gabby scowled and did indeed throw a Back Elbow, unfortunately Lily’s defenses worked just as intended and she hit nothing but air. Careful to stay on her toes, Mendoza felt around for Burlingame’s head, found it and grabbed a big hank of hair. “You’re the one getting beat tonight, rich girl.” she sneered. “I’m gonna finish what that whistling weirdo started and there’s not a damned thing you can do about AAHHH NO! SHHHHIIITTT!”
Too angry at the world to wait for Craig to deal with the illegal hair pull, Burlingame halved her grip and clamped her other hand on Mendoza’s right wrist. Her thumb applied to the pressure point on the underside opened Gabby’s hand like magic and made sure there was no interference when she folded her foe’s arm into a matching Hammerlock. Working the holds that much harder now that she had both hands under control, Lily glued herself to Gabby’s back and growled, “You want to know what she did, Gabs? You want to know what Claudia Rooney accomplished. She pissed me the f*ck off. And you’re gonna pay part of her tab.”
Mendoza didn’t much care for the sound of that but she wasn’t given time to voice her opinion before Burlingame released her foe’s wrists and wrapped both arms around her chest in a high, rough Bear Hug. Important note, Lily’s arms were cinched around the other brunette’s biceps, meaning Gabby’s arms were still confined in the Hammerlocks. The Big League Beauty was still coming to terms with her confinement when Burlingame popped her hips and THWHUMPED Gabby down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a German Suplex.
Impressed for the split-second she didn’t remember who was on the receiving end, Rose Evans slammed a fist against the apron and demanded, “KICK OUT GABBY, YOU GOT THIS!” while the ref swooped in to count…
ONE…
TWO…
Mendoza wrenched loose at ‘TWO!’ and turned onto her belly with both arms cradled protectively beneath. “She’s got this all right.” Lily muttered from one knee. “She’s got a small part of an ass-beating earmarked for Claudia Rooney. And unless you want a piece too you’ll stay right where you are, Evans.”
The Smartest Girl in the Room sniffed with disdain. “Watch your mouth, feeb. I don’t take sass from mongoloids.”
Lily didn’t answer, her attention was already on Gabby and her hands were in Gabby’s hair, a double fistful all the better to scrape Mendoza off the “NNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Gabby snatched a double handful of hair herself but rather than pull she stuffed her noggin under Burlingame’s chin and dropped to her knees. Lily’s head snapped back and she rocked on her heels, one hand pressed to her aching mouth. Elsewhere Gabby rose up to her full height and flipped hair from her eyes. “Yeah bytch, you like that? Got plenty more tricks to shut a tramp’s mouTHUUFFHH!”
Lily stormed across the breach and THWHAPPED a Forearm Smash against the challenger’s bustier-armored chest. “Keep it shut, Mendoza.” she snapped angrily. “Keep this a wrestling match and you just might win. Make it a fight and I’ll scrape you off my heels like so much OOOOFFFHHH!”
Gabby answered in kind, clubbing the champion’s rack with a Forearm Smash that made the floor seat fans wince. “You don’t tell me shyt, shrimp! Mouth off to me one more time and you’ll be cutting gum out of your hair until NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Lily bounced, cupped the back of Mendoza’s head in her left hand and PWAAAKED a trio of shots spang across the bigger brunette’s mouth. Catching hold of Gabby’s left wrist when the wicked ingénue went to inspect the damage, Lily took a big step back, dropped a shoulder and slung her foe toward the ropes with an Irish--Nope! Gabby dug in her heels a heartbeat before Burlingame could send her on her way, then threw herself into a tumbling somersault and THWHACKED her right heel against the center of the champ’s forehead.
KOPPU KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f6rvZGgY9Z8
Lily went down flat on her back and promptly rolled to all fours, or rather three of those four, as one hand was pressed to the fresh welt left by the challenger’s heel. She was still nursing her noggin when Mendoza straddled her waist, bent down and slipped both arms beneath Burlingame’s biceps. Then she threaded her fingers against the back of Lily’s neck and hauled her from knees to tiptoes in a surprisingly brawny Full Nelson. “Free lesson, sweet stuff.” Mendoza purred after she’d forced the point of Burlingame’s chin into the northernmost swell of her own décolletage. “Keep your mouth shut around Generation Next. Otherwise we’ll shut it for you and the doctors will keep it wired that way until your jaw is working again.”
She pressed down even harder and kept the pressure up for a good ten seconds. Then she dipped her knees and YANKED the Interstellar Angel off her feet by perhaps an inch or more. It wasn’t a Cassandra Vale Bear Hug of course, but elevation didn’t matter much when your vertical base was gone. Gabby knew this and worked the Nelson like a pit-bull, just wrenching her prey back n’ forth, back n’ forth while Lily flailed and tried to get her scrabbling feet grounded again. “Give it up, bytch-face!” Mendoza chortled, clearly enjoying the rare opportunity to ‘get big’ on her adversary. “Don’t make me wring you out in front of all these people!” She applied more pressure to the base of Burlingame’s skull and hoisted her a little higher as proof positive she could carry out the threat.
Mildly surprised to see such a brawny Full Nelson in a Lightweight Title contest, Craig Long sidled up to the action and asked, “What do you say, Lily? Need me to call for the bell?”
“Oh yes, yes, I give up Mr. Referee!” Mendoza answered for the champ in a high, whiny falsetto. “I don’t deserve to be in the same ring as Gabby, call for the bell before she breaks my scrawny little neCKEERRRRGGGGHH!”
The impression came to an abrupt, painful end when the Interstellar Angel planted her right heel against Mendoza’s right knee and raked the entire length of her shin. Gabby didn’t release the Nelson but she drop Burlingame to the canvas and that was really all the champion needed. Feet flat, she dipped her knees, sprang up and thrust her hips back into the svelte expanse of Mendoza’s tummy. Those fingers clamped against her neck loosened that much more so Lily hopped a second time and raised her arms as high and straight as they could go--THERE!
Cheers from the crowd when the Star Strider dropped free of her attacker’s clutches. More importantly, Burlingame scissored her legs around Mendoza’s waist mid-descent and tucked into a ball that rolled her between Gabby’s planted feet. Dragged forward and down into a ball of her own, the Generation Next star’s struggles intensified that much more the instant Lily hooked her legs behind the knees and craaaaaaanked back for…
VICTORY ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7QSgqm9Ge8
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mendoza blew the Victory Roll wide open with half a tick to spare and scrambled to boot leather to make sure the tricksy bytch couldn’t pull another cradle out of nowhere. “Think you’re cute, Cherry Glob?” Gabby snarled. “Dare ya to try that sneaky shyt aga--”
Lily raced at her like a lycra-clad buzz-saw and it was only the challenger’s own exemplary reflexes that allowed her to twist aside at the last possible second. Turning to watch Burlingame run the ropes, Mendoza gave chase for a few steps, then tossed herself into a flawless cartwheel just as Lily bounced off the strands. Springing straight up at the approximate moment Burlingame invaded her space, Gabby landed aside her rival’s shoulders in an Electric Chair. Could’ve been dangerous for a slower competitor, Mendoza however was one of the quickest ingénues in FAWN’s ranks and in this particular duel she beat Lily to the punch, though she did rake the eyes to do it. With Burlingame’s world reduced to sworls and pinwheels, Gabby pivoted her hips and spun around in a half circle to stay astride her foe’s shoulders, only now she was mounted in front. Ankles locked, the Baby-Faced Killer arched backward and laid out on her belly while Lily was tossed across the mat like a stone skipped across a still pond on a hot day.
DOUBLE BUBBLE 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLxy_IB1wDk
Saved from a drop to the floor by nothing more than the bottom rope, Burlingame made it to her feet fast enough but the sheer speed / velocity of the challenger’s ‘Rana had left her loopy, as evidenced by the way she wandered smack into the Toe Kick Gabby buried in her navel. Gum smacking louder than ever, Mendoza rounded on her heel and ran the ropes to Lily’s left. Returning even faster than she’d departed, the brunette somersaulted over Burlingame’s lowered noggin, snagged it in both hands as she floated overhead and landed on her back while poor Lily was THWHAMMED down on the back of her head and shoulders.
CORKSCREW NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R3l7ZW1jXLg
Back on her stomach as soon as she touched down, Gabs crawled over to the flattened champion and gripped her shoulders in both hands. Then she pushed onto her toes, leaned in close and blew a big, obnoxious bubble in Burlingame’s face for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lily shoved her foe away, which wasn’t nearly as annoying to Gabby as the fact that doing so popped her bubble. “You’re in big trouble now, bytch-face.” the Texan muttered after she’d sucked the gum back into her mouth. “No one ruins my bubbles and lives to see the sun come up.” Guided by Rose’s ceaseless stream of encouragement / propaganda, Gabby scraped the smaller brunette off the mat, claimed possession of her right wrist and tossed her into a corner on the far side of the ring with a heavy BWUUUNG! “Hate to burst your bubble, losers,” Mendoza taunted the jeering fans, “but Generation Next is claiming its first title tonight!” She charged, leapt and slid her legs between the top and middle ropes, all the better to TWHAP Burlingame across the clavicle with a heavy Clothesline.
HANGING CORNER CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gb0FLuHMhbg
Seated on the strands after impact, Gabs kept her right arm draped across Lily’s chest to keep her from stumbling away from the scene of the accident. “Who am I kidding?” Mendoza focused her derision on a group of folks in the second row wearing Lily’s ‘Stargazer’ tee-shirts, “I LOVE bursting your bubble.”
Eager to keep at it she slipped free of the ropes and quickly hopped into a mount on the second rope. From there she coiled Burlingame’s ponytail around her right hand and wrenched the champ’s head back at a perilous angle. “I am gonna stick some gum on your face tonight, rich girl. But I want it to be nice and soft before I do.” On that unpleasant note she pulled her left hand up beside her ear and brought it PWAAAKING down onto Burlingame’s forehead.
The crowd counted, ‘ONE!’ hated themselves for it, then descended deeper into self loathing when Mendoza kept on punching. ‘TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’
Gabby paused, looked down at Lily and blew her biggest bubble yet. It was inching dangerously close to the Star Strider’s nose when she twisted loose and slipped between the challenger’s splayed stems. Snatching hold of an ankle the instant she was turned around, Lily stepped back and yanked Gabs from her perch. There was a loud POP followed by a low BWUUUNG as Gabby’s bubble was ruptured, then mashed between her mush and the top turnbuckle. Dimly aware that the gum as splatter-smashed across her mouth, Mendoza shambled around and hooked her arms over the top rope. She’d just started to pick the gum off her bottom lip when Lily raced in, hopped up and twisted sideways in mid-air to TWHAP herself across the bigger brunette’s midsection in a gorgeous little Crossbody.
CORNER CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oA7eKfdHCyE
The acrobatic little maneuver left Lily crouched on the apron and Mendoza stumbling clear of the corner with one arm wrapped tight across her aching midsection. A bit wary of going to the top rope too often with Evans at ringside, Burlingame hopped over the top rope and raced by her stunned opposition. There was still several feet between her and the opposite side of the squared circle when Lily took to the skies and landed on the middle rope. Launching herself clear a heartbeat later, she twisted around and THWHACKED both heels into her foe’s chest and right shoulder.
SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pQFA8T7gz0
The Springboard Dropkick blew Gabby off her feet and deposited her near an empty side of the ring. Or at least it was empty until Rose hurried over and leaned in under the bottom rope. “C’mon Gabs, over here! Time for a breathOOOWWW BYTCH!”
Not even sort of in the mood for the Numbers Game tonight, Burlingame raced over and STAMPED on Evans’s questing claws. “Keep your hands to yourself.” Lily demanded to the hissing blonde. “Or you’ll end up looking like your partner’s gum after it’s been stuck under a desk for a few days.” With Rose sorted out at least for the moment, Burlingame made her way back to Gabby, who’d sat up to better take stock of her aches and pains. “Caught me on a bad night, girl.” Lily admitted once she’d sunk both hands into the other brunette’s hair. “Not off my game of course, think the tread marks on your top are proof enough of that. My mood however… that’s as bad as it’s ever been.”
“I could give a rat’s ass about your mood, bytch face.” Mendoza had grabbed Burlingame’s wrists and started pulling. “All I want is the gold around your waist. And I’ll do whatever it takes to get NNNGGHHH!”
The Intergalactic Angel pushed onto her tiptoes and dropped to one knee, the point of which struck Gabs flush between the shoulders. Far from satisfied with a one off, Burlingame rose to her full height and quickly delivered half a dozen more Knee Drops, the last of which proving more of a Knee Strike, as she got full extension on her free leg. Mendoza’s hold on her wrists was a fading memory so Lily dropped to her tush, laid claim to the challenger’s wrists and pulled them back in a wide, awkward ‘V’. In the next instant she leaned back, kicked her legs up under Gabby’s armpits and crossed her ankles behind her head.
LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Geqd48DJ-c&spfreload=10
Lotus Lock complete, Lily planted both hands on the canvas and hoisted herself up by a good six inches. “Still want my belt, punk?” Burlingame asked after five seconds of Mendoza’s groaning. “Think you’re worthy of it?”
Gabby stamped a heel against the mat and stretched her legs as far as they could go but she was still several feet removed from safety. Sullen and cranky, the Generation Next standout huffed, “More worthy than you, sweetums. You’re just a dumpier, sawed-off version of your sistEEERRRRGGGHHHHH!”
Lily craaaaaaaaaaanked forward with her legs, which forced Mendoza to double over until she was almost looking straight down. “You really don’t want to invoke the Rainmaker right now, baby.” the youngest Burlingame taunted. “She would’ve stripped off the slutty bustier and even sluttier plaid skirt by now. Thinking like that might give me ideas.”
“SCREW YOU!” Gabby straightened up at great expense and proceeded to thump and bump her way toward the ropes. Lily didn’t fight her, but she didn’t make it easy, the champ rocking her legs right n’ left and shoving forward with her knotted stems from time to time. Eventually the Baby Faced Killer got close enough to hook a foot over the bottom strand. “BREAK!” she demanded. “GET HER OFF, I’M IN THE ROPES!”
Rose, who’d been lurking as close to the ropes as she could without drawing a warning from the official, immediately took up her friend’s plight. “Make her let go right now! But don’t you dare disqualify the sneaky little bytch-face! She’s not getting off that easy.”
More than a little fed up with both halves of Barely Legal, Lily settled down, reached around with both hands and sank ’em into those bustier-armored curves. Gabby wailed and Rose raged but Lily ignored them in favor of Craig’s count, which reached ’FOUR!’ before she undid the Lotus. Setting Mendoza loose with a rough little kick to the back of the head, Burlingame would’ve hauled her upright then and there if Rose hadn’t cinched hold of Gabby’s lower legs and dragged her to safety on the floor.
“You just gonna let her do that all night?” Lily complained to the official. “How many of these tramps do I have to fight?”
“Rose can give Gabby support on the outside of ring, just as long as she doesn’t lay a hand on you or cause an obvious distraction.” Craig said. “Of course anyone who does get too close to the action wouldn’t have any grounds to complain if they accidentally found themselves swept up in it.”
The Star Strider looked from the referee to Barely Legal (who were huddled on the floor with their heads togther) and back again. Then she smiled. “You know what, Craig? You’re right. Thanks for refreshing my memory.”
Quickly backing away from the ref and her opposition, Lily made it about halfway across the ring before she wheeled around and threw herself into the ropes. Back to Craig and well beyond in a matter of seconds, the Girl That Gravity Forgot took to the skies and vaulted over the top rope by a good two feet. The noise from the crowd drew Rose’s attention almost straight up and in a rare moment of selflessness she shoved Gabby aside. Noble to be sure, unfortunately it left her alone to take the full brunt of Lily’s Plancha, the force of which knocked the Smartest Girl in the Room flat on her back. Crooking her left arm around Evans’s head while she was nearing the end of her fall, Burlingame’s right hand was already balled into a fist, meaning there was no reprieve between the end of the Plancha and the beginning of a furious flurry of punches to the blonde’s forehead.
PLANCHA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1VD3WFT_iT0&spfreload=10
While putting new dents in Rose’s much vaunted head was quite satisfying, Lily was perfectly aware that Gabby alone held the key to retaining her title so she ended the beating after a few more seconds and scrambled to her feet. “C’mon Gabby.” she demanded of the retreating challenger. “You wanted my gold? Then come and get it. And everything that comes with it.”
Mendoza thought about it, then put two fingers in her mouth and removed a wad of gum, which she stuck to the ring-post. Without missing a beat she removed a fresh piece from a tiny pocket in the waistband of her skirt. After a few good chomps she flipped Lily off and said, “I’d like to see you make me, bytch face.”
Ready, willing and able to do just that, Burlingame started forward but hit an immediate snag when Evans wrapped her left ankle in a death grip. Lily stopped to wrench her foot loose and that was all the time Gabby needed to strike. Crossing the gap in a few long strides, Mendoza leapt, leaned back and THWHAPPED her right calf across Lily’s chest.
CALF KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N794mXjuHk4&spfreload=10
Burlingame staggered hard but Rose’s hold on her foot actually kept her upright, or at least leaned awkwardly against the apron. The Big League Beauty was on her almost immediately thereafter, snatching a double handful of hair and wrenching her away from Rose to march her to the nearest corner where BWUUUNK! Gabby bounced the champ’s forehead off the steel with a gaudy flourish, though her wicked smile faded noticeably when Burlingame didn’t crumple to her knees.
“Don’t think so, rich girl.” Mendoza snapped between chomps. “I want you fat face on the floor right now.” She charged after her, dipped beneath the woozy brunette’s right arm, hooked her own arm around it and floated across Lily’s back to land on the other side with her left arm cinched on Burlingame’s noggin in a Front Facelock. Soon as her heels touched down she laid out on her back to THWHUMP the crown of Burlingame’s skull into the barely padded floor. Lily tumbled onto her back in a stunned starfish and Gabby floated over into what would’ve been a solid Crossbody if they hadn’t been out on the floor.
FLOATOVER DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FQ0qPiSoBg&spfreload=10
Hands gripping Burlingame’s shoulders, she leaned in close and planted a brief, taunting kiss on her foe’s lips. “Now it begins, bytch face. I’m going to chew you up and spit you out.” Lily didn’t or simply couldn’t answer, so Mendoza scraped her off the floor with a double handful of hair. One hand soon found its way to the back of Burlingame’s waistband, making it much easier for the challenger to bundle / toss her under the bottom rope. She ended up stretched out with her right hip pointed toward the nearest corner. Quick to mount the apron, Gabby went to the post, grabbed hold of the top rope and sprang to the high rent district. With Rose cheering her on and the crowd jeering her full force, Mendoza launched herself up and out, the curvy little brunette touching fingertips to her toes at the apex before stretching out full length and THWHAMMED down on Lily’s tummy.
FROG SPLASH @ 1:16
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Ka0WlXy4Yw
Burlingame’s near leg flopped up wearily but Gabs doesn’t hook it, she only planted her hands, tilted her head back and blew a big bubble for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lily jerked a shoulder off the mat, preserving her reign by at least another three seconds. “You obnoxious little gnat.” Gabby sniped at the suffering champion. “You’re going to make me chew you tasteless, aren’t you?” Burlingame didn’t answer, not that Mendoza needed one. She only sank a hand into her opponent’s hair and hauled her up in a series of fits and jerks. Turning her back once the other lightweight was vertical, Gabs reached over her right shoulder with both hands and laced ‘em across the back of the heiress’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock. A quick drop n’ pull flipped Lily onto her butt in a thumping Snap Mare, the pain of it keeping her rooted to the spot when the Big League Beauty ran the ropes before her and charged back. Staying the course until the very last second, Gabs dropped to one knee and CRAAACKED Lily across the cheek with a gaudy Bytch Slap. The Star Strider flopped onto her back then pivoted onto her hip and elbow. Her other hand was cupped against her cheek, it wasn’t much, but it was the only balm she had to soothe the derisive blow.
RUNNING BYTCH SLAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZ2xqs_kewk&spfreload=10
Gabby wasn’t paying attention to this small drama, she’d gone on a celebratory strut after she’d smacked Burlingame’s face into the upper deck. Even with the delay Lily was still hurting when Mendoza stomped back and plunged both hands into her hair. “Enough playing around, rich girl.” the Baby Faced Killer taunted. “It’s time I popped your ugly little bubblehead!” With that she stepped her right leg over Lily’s right shoulder and dropped onto her back without releasing the hair hold. Once they were both down she crooked her calf under Burlingame’s chin and draped her left knee over her right ankle. Then she pushed up on her hands and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed down on breath-stealing Figure Four Headscissors.
Grimacing at the pressure of this gammy coil, Lily clamped down on Mendoza’s encroaching boot with both hand and tried to pull it away or at least loosen it. She failed at the former, succeeded at the latter, if only enough to stop her cheeks from flushing a deeper pink. This didn’t please Mendoza in the slightest, which probably explained the exceptionally hard hair pull once she put her butt back on the mat. “Knock that off, shorty!” Gabby punctuated each word with an angry tug. “Or you’ll be unconscious AND bald when I take your titOOOOOWWWWW! OOOOWWW! OK BYTCH, YOU ASKED FOR IT!”
Sick and tired of the challenger’s mouth (not to mention those goddamned Scissors) Burlingame stopped pulling and started clawing, her well manicured nails digging angry red furrows into her rival’s previously unmarred thighs. She was beginning to entertain thoughts of escaping Mendoza’s legs when the brunette in question curled her right hand into a claw and raaaaaaaaaaaaaaked it across her face over and over again. “Wanna keep clawing, Bytch Face?” Gabby sneered between passes. “C’mon, keep clawing, I dare you! Let’s see who’s fingers turn red first!” She added her other hand to the task, the knuckles on each hand touching one another before she slowly pulled clawed in opposite directions.
While there was nothing illegal about the Headscissors, the repeated attacks on Burlingame’s eyes brought Craig over for a stern talkin’ to. “Let off her face, Gabby!” he warned. “You can squeeze her all you want, but stay off her eyes!”
Mendoza looked up at him, her lips curled in a smile of evil innocence. “Got it, don’t claw her eyes out. Is this ok, Mr. Referee?” She hooked the index and middle fingers of her left hand into the champion’s nostrils and wrenched back until Lily voiced a high, nasal scream. That most certainly wasn’t ok, so the ref started his count without further warning. Gabby didn’t say a word, she only reached into her mouth with her free hand and removed the gum. For a moment she thought about flicking it at the zebra. It would’ve been highly satisfying, but no, there was only one place for this particular glob. Gabby smushed it between Lily’s eyes, then released her Scissors simultaneous with ‘FOUR!’
Paying utterly no attention to the referee’s barked warnings, Mendoza circled around the fallen brunette and made it a point to kick at her ribs or chest whenever Lily tried to remove the gum from her forehead. “Don’t get frustrated, Gabs!” Rose exclaimed from the outside. “Just hoist her no talent ass up and hit ‘er with the Bazooka!”
Gabby looked to her partner and nodded once. “I might even hit her with two. This Bytch Face is really pissing me off.” This idea pleased Evans to no end and she cheered loudly as Mendoza raised Lily to her knees and applied a Standing Headscissors. The Waistlock came next, followed by a deep breath as Gabby gathered her reserves. Then a grunt ‘n groan as she bent her knees and lifted / spun Lily onto her shoulders in a Canadian Backbreaker. “Back the hell off!” Gabs snapped at Long as he closed in to check on Burlingame. “Baby doesn’t want to give up anyway, do you baby?” She pulled her knotted fists down into Lily’s belly and rocked up n’ down on her heels to jostle the Backbreaker a little more. Jaw clenched, eyes squenced shut, Lily shook her head ‘no’ and huffed, “Screw you, jailbait. You’re not getting my NNNNGGGGGGGHH!” The Next Generation hellcat swung Burlingame off her shoulder and dropped onto her butt to THAWHAM Lily flat on her face, chest and belly.
BAZOOKA JOSEPHINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bmuzJG2yHXw&spfreload=10
Left flattened and shuddering by the Sit-Out Dominator Mendoza called Bazooka Josephine, the champ offered no resistance when Gabs shoveled her onto her back and scooted forward into a seat atop Lily’s bleary, upturned face. Preening as the loser moaned against her lacey unmentionables, Gabby pressed her palms into the defenseless brunette’s tummy and joined Craig in counting…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lily sank a pair of claws into the challenger’s haughty cheeks and shoved her from the mount with half a second to spare. “THAT WAS THREE!” Rose snarled to the referee before Gabby had a chance to do it herself. “HOW MANY SHARES DID IT TAKE TO BUY THIS MATCH, HUH LONG?”
Craig ignored Evans entirely, he only showed Mendoza two fingers and distanced himself from the action. Coming to the conclusion that Burlingame was, if not tougher, at least a f*ck ton more stubborn than she’d anticipated, Gabby laid claim to Lily’s left wrist and peeled her off the canvas. Positioning herself between the other brunette and a far corner, Mendoza shouldered her back, then stepped off, dropped her hips and hurled the Intergalactic Angel toward the buckles with every bit of spite she could muster. Lily turned at the last second, BWUUUNGED against the buckles hard enough to send her shambling back the way she’d came. Gabby raced out to meet her, the Big League Beauty taking to the skies with her right knee upraised and both hands reaching for the back of Burlingame’s skull.
She’d *almost* made contact when Lily wrapped both arms around the challenger’s upper thighs and pulled her oh so close. Leaning back on her heels to keep from toppling, Lily swung around in a drunken half circle and half ran / half stumbled to the corner she’d just left. Finally knocked from her surprise by the feel of turnbuckles under her butt, Mendoza grabbed hold of Lily’s head and CRAAAACK! The Star Strider swatted her hands away and repaid that strutting Bytch Slap with one of her own that almost knocked the other brunette from her perch.
Gabby didn’t fall though, mostly thanks to the handful of hair that Burlingame managed to snag. Letting loose after a second, lighter slap, Lily backed off by several paces, then charged and leapt from the mat to the top rope in a single bound. Perched strong and steady with both hands in Mendoza’s hair, Burlingame taunted, “Chew on this, bytch face.” She leapt off and dropped backward, legs spread into a wide ‘V’ that guaranteed a relatively comfortable landing for herself and a THWHAMMING face on canvas collision for poor Gabby.
AVALANCHE SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZ2xqs_kewk
Exceedingly aware that their golden opportunity was very much in jeopardy, Rose leapt up onto the apron while the ring was still trembling with aftershocks. “THIS IS A DISGUSTING VIOLATION OF THE RULES!” she bellowed to Craig. “I DEMAND TO KNOW WHAT YOU’RE GOING TO DO ABOUT THAT BYTCH’S BLATANT USE OF HAIR HEYKEEPHERAWAYFROMME!”
Lily raced at the Smartest Girl in the Room but instead of trying to smash her off the apron she dropped into a Baseball Slide that took her beneath the bottom rope and through Evans’s planted feet. Snatching Rose by the legs as soon as she touched down, Burlingame yanked the blonde into a short freefall that ended when she caught the meddling tyro in a snug Waistlock. In the next instant Lily twisted around and bridged backward to THWHUMP Rose against the thinly-padded floor with a wicked German Suplex. Burlingame rose a moment later and she was smiling, though the expression was far more predatory and vengeful than the FAWNatics were used to seeing on her face.
Inside the ring, Gabby Mendoza rested on one knee. She didn’t know what exactly had befallen Rose, but she knew the rich bytch face must’ve laid a big hurt on her to remove the blonde from the equation. More angered by this attack on her friend than any on her own person, Mendoza struggled to her feet and beckoned Burlingame into the ring. “C’mon f*cker!” she snarled at the smirking champion. “You wanna see why I’m the baddest?” Get in my face and I’ll show you!”
Lily hopped onto the apron without a word, but raised an index finger when the challenger started her approach. “Just a sec. I’ve got one more thing to do out here.” Dropping back to the floor, she grabbed Rose by the hair and tugged her to a wobbly semblance of verticality.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Mendoza demanded shrilly as Burlingame controlled her partner at nape and waistband. “She’s not a part of this match!”
“I know.” Lily agreed. “That’s why I’m making sure she doesn’t get involved.” She whipped the both of them around in a half circle, then charged the far corner and flung Rose shoulder-first into the steel steps. There was a loud BWUUUNG followed by a groan of pain from Evans and an apoplectic shriek from Gabby.
“HATEFUL BYTCH-FACE!” The Big League Beauty charged the ropes, arriving just as Lily hopped onto the apron. Mindful of vengeance and nothing else, Mendoza snatched for the other brunette’s hair and ate a Forearm Smash instead. That didn’t get all the hooks out of her hair, so Lily twisted on her left heel and brought her right leg slicing up at a perfect forty-five degrees. The Roundhouse caught Gabby flush and she crumpled to the deck with the shadow of the ring-post bisecting her ribs. Lily didn’t hesitate, she didn’t even smile for the redlining crowd. Just a single feline leap to the top rope followed by an equally lofty trip into the aether. Not for a Warhead though, the champ curled into a ball and twirled through one and a quarter rotations before stretching out and THWHAMMING her drum-taut midsection across Gabby’s belly.
450 SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tId3ssf5tNw
The 450 Splash hit perfectly and so the FAWNatics were more than a little surprised when the Star Strider popped up and hopped over her flattened foe. They murmured understanding when she snatched hold of Mendoza’s wrist and ankle, the challenger was pretty close to the ropes, it made sense to drag her away from any possibility of an easy out. But Lily didn’t pin Gabby after she’d deposited her near the center of the ring. Rather she went back to the corner, grabbed the top rope and set herself atop it with a quick jump. Turning around even as she got to her feet, the Girl That Gravity Forgot raised a fist high overhead and offered the fans a thumbs up. This was no ordinary thumbs up though, it was a detonator, one that went off when several thousand voices all cried, ‘BOOOOOOOOOM!’
Lily didn’t merely jump, she seemed to take flight. Corkscrewing around the X-axis while she flipped through the Y, Burlingame soared out of that crazy dervish and THWHUMPED down on Gabby, this time landing squarely across her chest. The Cherry Warhead blew Mendoza’s legs straight up, not that the Interstellar Angel paid them any mind. Pushing off the wrecked Gen Next’er, she scooted up, slung a leg over and planted her pert little tush flush on Gabby’s forehead. The challenger was spared a Rainmaker style grind, but that was a small comfort because Lily palmed her breasts and SQUEEEEEEEZED them in time with the count of…
CHERRY WARHEAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNdHhtx-Kog
ONE….
TWO…
THREE!
Burlingame clamped down even harder as the bell sounded, the infuriated champion sorely tempted to rip Mendoza’s bounty from their armor on sheer spite. Then the Announcer proclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILLLLLLLL the FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION…. LILY BURLINGAME!”
Lily released the claws, started to get up, then PWAAAKED a single forget me not punch into Mendoza’s tummy. On her feet again, Lily brushed by Craig even though he had her belt for the offering. More interested in something else at the moment, she stomped to the edge of the ring and locked eyes with a FAWN tech. “A mic, now.” The look in her eyes brooked no delay, so the young man pulled one from the Timekeeper’s table and offered it to her.
Taking it without a word, Burlingame turned around and stormed to the corner that offered the best view of the stage. “Claudia Rooney!” she snarled over the crowd and her own anthem. “Did you think you could break me with nothing more than a belt? Did you think, even for a second, that lashing my back until I bled would leave me vulnerable to any sneaking, cowardly bytch hoping to get her hands on my title? Well I want you to take a second and look at Rose Evans. Look at Gabby Mendoza. Take a really GOOD look at how they’re clutching their heads, chests, guts or necks or just moaning while they rock back n’ forth. Look at those two vicious bytches strewn around this ring, then look at me and tell me what you did.” The crowd cheered appreciatively so Lily paused to catch her breath. “You didn’t break me, Claudia. You beat my ass until I cried and made sure I spent five hours in an ice bath that night, but you didn’t break me. What you did was give me a purpose. Before last month I was out to prove why I was good enough to hold the Lightweight Championship. Now I’m out to show the world why YOU ARE NOT GOOD ENOUGH to hold MY title! You can have a rematch whenever you want. Whenever you want girl, all you have to do is go nose to nose with me and ask for it. Just don’t make me wait too long, Claudia. Oh, I won’t get bored and rescind the invite, don’t you worry about that. No, if you make me wait too long I might just come looking for you. If I have to do that… we won’t fight in a ring.”
Message concluded, she tossed the mic down and returned the canvas. Craig was still waiting with the title. Lily took it with a small nod of thanks and raised it for the fans for the duration of a single lap around the squared circle. Keeping an eye out for a telltale flash of red, Burlingame slipped through the ropes and made her way up the aisle. Lily was a bit disappointed when Claudia didn’t appear, even though she was exhausted. But not TOO disappointed. Because she’d meant every word she’d said. If that vicious tramp didn’t ask for her rematch, Lily would track her down and ask some questions of her own. The kind of questions that could only be asked with fists and answered with bruises.
The speakers crackled to life, pumping out Charli XCX’s “Famous, much to the disdain of the Orlando faithful.
“FAMOUS”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7Mabm90wuE
ROSE EVANS…
GABBY MENDOZA...
The music might not have been particularly familiar yet, but the names surely were, and a cascade of boos rained down. A few moments after that introduction, two lovely young ladies emerged from backstage—with an emphasis on “YOUNG.” Evans and Mendoza strolled down to the ring virtually side by side—Gabby trailed perhaps a step behind—to a decidedly lustful reaction from the capacity crowd. Rose—the shorter and more fair skinned of the two—looked fairly impassive as she approached the ring. Her eyes never registered the presence of the crowd or wavered from the ring. Gabby—just a little taller with a darker complexion—seemed a little more aware of her surroundings, and possibly even less impressed with the fans around ringside. But, if she was scowling, the effect was somewhat diluted by the periodic bubbles that Mendoza blew with her gum.
Both women were dressed the exact same way: adorned in black lace panties underneath plaid mini-skirts and matching black bustiers that, with neither of these women likely to be mistaken for Hailey Kennedy, gave their bosoms an extremely flattering boost. Both sets of well-shaped legs were encased in thigh high black nylons along with white boots. Climbing onto the apron, Rose and Gabby slipped one leg through the ropes, bending deep at the waist as they swept their upper bodies toward the ring…
… only to stop halfway, their faces sooooooo close to coming into contact.
Mendoza and Evans brushed noses, exchanging an Eskimo kiss, before Gabby pulled the rest of the way into the ring--Rose heading in the opposite direction, skipping down to the floor.
With Barely Legal trolling the crowd, the Announcer raised his mic and said, “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
Quite interested to see Lily‘s mood after her ‘victory‘ in July, the capacity crowd sprang up and cheered their hearts out 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:
Launching herself from that brand spankin‘ new crater, Lily Burlingame pumped a fist for the crowd, then smacked the belt snapped around her waist and flew down the ramp in a blur of black, red and white. For tonight’s row with the Babyfaced Killer she wore gleaming black bottoms accented by swirling galaxies of stars done in red and white. Her top was halter-style sports bra done in an identical scheme, the red and white seeming to shimmer and twine with her every move. Kneepads were matching black and also sported the galaxy motif, white on the left and red on the right. Her hair, though free of the mask, was still pulled back in a long, sweeping ponytail.
Moving even faster now that she‘d shed her disguise (or perhaps it was an overwhelming urge to erase the memory of Claudia Rooney‘s sneering face), the Girl That Gravity Forgot tore down the ramp then leapt from the floor to the apron to the top rope in the span between heartbeats. Bouncing from it as casually as the terminally grounded stepped off the curb, Lily hooked a sharp turn to the left, hit the adjoining set of strands and went soaring into a gorgeous back flip that set her back in the center of the ring. Then she was off again, the Meteor Mite rounding on one heel to sprint to the far side of the squared circle. At the ropes in an instant, she caught the top and middle in both hands, leapt and twirled over the third strand in a Tiger Feint Kick that ’swicked’ through the air.
Back in the ring a heartbeat later, the youngest Burlingame sister strode to the middle of the ring and undid the belt. Holding it level with one shoulder, she thumbed an invisible detonator in the other hand and raised her gold to correspond to the thunderous ‘BOOOOOOOM!’ from her fans. Finally zeroing in Gabby Mendoza, Lily held the belt out to her, then tossed it to the official. “Hope you like the taste of that gum, Gabs.” she said to the Gen Nex’er. “Because you’re never going to taste this gold.” Mendoza flipped her a cheery bird, Lily offered her two in return, then backed into her corner without taking her eyes from the other brunette.
Though he didn’t much like starting a match (let alone a title match) without a final inspection, Craig Long couldn’t make either competitor budge for the life of him so he said, “Keep it clean ladies. And watch the gum, Gabby.” He stepped away and slung a signal to the Timekeeper.
CLANG!
Mendoza didn’t move and neither did Burlingame, apparently the pair of brunettes wasn’t done sizing one another up just yet. After a quick appraisal of the smaller woman’s frame, Gabby asked, “You sure you’re ready for this, Lil’? No offense, but Rooney put quite the beating on you last month and since I’m twice the wrestler she is…” the Generation Next star pursed her lips and blew a large, bright green bubble that ‘popped!’ less than half an inch from the tip of the champion’s nose. Drawing it back into her mouth like a magician’s trick, Gabby chomped a little louder than necessary when she said, “… let’s just say your ass already looks like a piece of chewed gum.”
The corners of Burlingame’s mouth turned up in a faint, hard smile. Inching a full step closer to the challenger, she replied, “Trust me Gabby, I am more than ready for this match. And as for your favorite oral fixation…” Lily closed the rest of the distance and now they were nose to nose, though Mendoza had to tilt her head down a bit to meet the champ’s eyes. “…I’ll only ask you once not to do it again.”
Gabby made a point of smacking on her gum that much louder, but she didn’t blow another bubble. “And what if I do, short stuff?”
“I don’t know. But you’ll know it when it happens.”
Mendoza responded with a smirk, then nodded once. “All right, Lil’. We’ll play your way until I get bored.” The words were still hanging in the air when the Baby-Faced Killer snaked an arm around the back of Burlingame’s neck and yanked her down into a snug, temple-on-hip Side Headlock.
“Squeeze her, Gabs!” Rose cheered from her place on the outside. “Squeeze the little quitter until she’s wailing!”
Gabby grinned and ground the knot of her hands against Lily’s cheek while simultaneously drawing the Headlock that much tighter. “Told ya you weren’t ready for this.” she chided between pulses. “Should’ve taken a month off, tiny. Claudia RUINED you and you’re the only one who can’t WHOAAARRRGGGHH!”
Burlingame twisted free of the Headlock, snatched hold of Mendoza’s left wrist and spun around on her six to force the other brunette’s hand up between her shoulders with a cringe worthy Hammerlock. Cheek pressed to the back of Gabby’s neck to defend from reprisal elbows, Burlingame tugged on the joint-lock until a yelping Mendoza rose onto her tiptoes.
“I told you not to worry about me, little girl.” the champ huffed. “Better you start thinking up excuses so Rose doesn’t cut you loose after I pin you in the middle of this ring.”
Gabby scowled and did indeed throw a Back Elbow, unfortunately Lily’s defenses worked just as intended and she hit nothing but air. Careful to stay on her toes, Mendoza felt around for Burlingame’s head, found it and grabbed a big hank of hair. “You’re the one getting beat tonight, rich girl.” she sneered. “I’m gonna finish what that whistling weirdo started and there’s not a damned thing you can do about AAHHH NO! SHHHHIIITTT!”
Too angry at the world to wait for Craig to deal with the illegal hair pull, Burlingame halved her grip and clamped her other hand on Mendoza’s right wrist. Her thumb applied to the pressure point on the underside opened Gabby’s hand like magic and made sure there was no interference when she folded her foe’s arm into a matching Hammerlock. Working the holds that much harder now that she had both hands under control, Lily glued herself to Gabby’s back and growled, “You want to know what she did, Gabs? You want to know what Claudia Rooney accomplished. She pissed me the f*ck off. And you’re gonna pay part of her tab.”
Mendoza didn’t much care for the sound of that but she wasn’t given time to voice her opinion before Burlingame released her foe’s wrists and wrapped both arms around her chest in a high, rough Bear Hug. Important note, Lily’s arms were cinched around the other brunette’s biceps, meaning Gabby’s arms were still confined in the Hammerlocks. The Big League Beauty was still coming to terms with her confinement when Burlingame popped her hips and THWHUMPED Gabby down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a German Suplex.
Impressed for the split-second she didn’t remember who was on the receiving end, Rose Evans slammed a fist against the apron and demanded, “KICK OUT GABBY, YOU GOT THIS!” while the ref swooped in to count…
ONE…
TWO…
Mendoza wrenched loose at ‘TWO!’ and turned onto her belly with both arms cradled protectively beneath. “She’s got this all right.” Lily muttered from one knee. “She’s got a small part of an ass-beating earmarked for Claudia Rooney. And unless you want a piece too you’ll stay right where you are, Evans.”
The Smartest Girl in the Room sniffed with disdain. “Watch your mouth, feeb. I don’t take sass from mongoloids.”
Lily didn’t answer, her attention was already on Gabby and her hands were in Gabby’s hair, a double fistful all the better to scrape Mendoza off the “NNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Gabby snatched a double handful of hair herself but rather than pull she stuffed her noggin under Burlingame’s chin and dropped to her knees. Lily’s head snapped back and she rocked on her heels, one hand pressed to her aching mouth. Elsewhere Gabby rose up to her full height and flipped hair from her eyes. “Yeah bytch, you like that? Got plenty more tricks to shut a tramp’s mouTHUUFFHH!”
Lily stormed across the breach and THWHAPPED a Forearm Smash against the challenger’s bustier-armored chest. “Keep it shut, Mendoza.” she snapped angrily. “Keep this a wrestling match and you just might win. Make it a fight and I’ll scrape you off my heels like so much OOOOFFFHHH!”
Gabby answered in kind, clubbing the champion’s rack with a Forearm Smash that made the floor seat fans wince. “You don’t tell me shyt, shrimp! Mouth off to me one more time and you’ll be cutting gum out of your hair until NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Lily bounced, cupped the back of Mendoza’s head in her left hand and PWAAAKED a trio of shots spang across the bigger brunette’s mouth. Catching hold of Gabby’s left wrist when the wicked ingénue went to inspect the damage, Lily took a big step back, dropped a shoulder and slung her foe toward the ropes with an Irish--Nope! Gabby dug in her heels a heartbeat before Burlingame could send her on her way, then threw herself into a tumbling somersault and THWHACKED her right heel against the center of the champ’s forehead.
KOPPU KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f6rvZGgY9Z8
Lily went down flat on her back and promptly rolled to all fours, or rather three of those four, as one hand was pressed to the fresh welt left by the challenger’s heel. She was still nursing her noggin when Mendoza straddled her waist, bent down and slipped both arms beneath Burlingame’s biceps. Then she threaded her fingers against the back of Lily’s neck and hauled her from knees to tiptoes in a surprisingly brawny Full Nelson. “Free lesson, sweet stuff.” Mendoza purred after she’d forced the point of Burlingame’s chin into the northernmost swell of her own décolletage. “Keep your mouth shut around Generation Next. Otherwise we’ll shut it for you and the doctors will keep it wired that way until your jaw is working again.”
She pressed down even harder and kept the pressure up for a good ten seconds. Then she dipped her knees and YANKED the Interstellar Angel off her feet by perhaps an inch or more. It wasn’t a Cassandra Vale Bear Hug of course, but elevation didn’t matter much when your vertical base was gone. Gabby knew this and worked the Nelson like a pit-bull, just wrenching her prey back n’ forth, back n’ forth while Lily flailed and tried to get her scrabbling feet grounded again. “Give it up, bytch-face!” Mendoza chortled, clearly enjoying the rare opportunity to ‘get big’ on her adversary. “Don’t make me wring you out in front of all these people!” She applied more pressure to the base of Burlingame’s skull and hoisted her a little higher as proof positive she could carry out the threat.
Mildly surprised to see such a brawny Full Nelson in a Lightweight Title contest, Craig Long sidled up to the action and asked, “What do you say, Lily? Need me to call for the bell?”
“Oh yes, yes, I give up Mr. Referee!” Mendoza answered for the champ in a high, whiny falsetto. “I don’t deserve to be in the same ring as Gabby, call for the bell before she breaks my scrawny little neCKEERRRRGGGGHH!”
The impression came to an abrupt, painful end when the Interstellar Angel planted her right heel against Mendoza’s right knee and raked the entire length of her shin. Gabby didn’t release the Nelson but she drop Burlingame to the canvas and that was really all the champion needed. Feet flat, she dipped her knees, sprang up and thrust her hips back into the svelte expanse of Mendoza’s tummy. Those fingers clamped against her neck loosened that much more so Lily hopped a second time and raised her arms as high and straight as they could go--THERE!
Cheers from the crowd when the Star Strider dropped free of her attacker’s clutches. More importantly, Burlingame scissored her legs around Mendoza’s waist mid-descent and tucked into a ball that rolled her between Gabby’s planted feet. Dragged forward and down into a ball of her own, the Generation Next star’s struggles intensified that much more the instant Lily hooked her legs behind the knees and craaaaaaanked back for…
VICTORY ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7QSgqm9Ge8
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mendoza blew the Victory Roll wide open with half a tick to spare and scrambled to boot leather to make sure the tricksy bytch couldn’t pull another cradle out of nowhere. “Think you’re cute, Cherry Glob?” Gabby snarled. “Dare ya to try that sneaky shyt aga--”
Lily raced at her like a lycra-clad buzz-saw and it was only the challenger’s own exemplary reflexes that allowed her to twist aside at the last possible second. Turning to watch Burlingame run the ropes, Mendoza gave chase for a few steps, then tossed herself into a flawless cartwheel just as Lily bounced off the strands. Springing straight up at the approximate moment Burlingame invaded her space, Gabby landed aside her rival’s shoulders in an Electric Chair. Could’ve been dangerous for a slower competitor, Mendoza however was one of the quickest ingénues in FAWN’s ranks and in this particular duel she beat Lily to the punch, though she did rake the eyes to do it. With Burlingame’s world reduced to sworls and pinwheels, Gabby pivoted her hips and spun around in a half circle to stay astride her foe’s shoulders, only now she was mounted in front. Ankles locked, the Baby-Faced Killer arched backward and laid out on her belly while Lily was tossed across the mat like a stone skipped across a still pond on a hot day.
DOUBLE BUBBLE 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLxy_IB1wDk
Saved from a drop to the floor by nothing more than the bottom rope, Burlingame made it to her feet fast enough but the sheer speed / velocity of the challenger’s ‘Rana had left her loopy, as evidenced by the way she wandered smack into the Toe Kick Gabby buried in her navel. Gum smacking louder than ever, Mendoza rounded on her heel and ran the ropes to Lily’s left. Returning even faster than she’d departed, the brunette somersaulted over Burlingame’s lowered noggin, snagged it in both hands as she floated overhead and landed on her back while poor Lily was THWHAMMED down on the back of her head and shoulders.
CORKSCREW NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R3l7ZW1jXLg
Back on her stomach as soon as she touched down, Gabs crawled over to the flattened champion and gripped her shoulders in both hands. Then she pushed onto her toes, leaned in close and blew a big, obnoxious bubble in Burlingame’s face for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lily shoved her foe away, which wasn’t nearly as annoying to Gabby as the fact that doing so popped her bubble. “You’re in big trouble now, bytch-face.” the Texan muttered after she’d sucked the gum back into her mouth. “No one ruins my bubbles and lives to see the sun come up.” Guided by Rose’s ceaseless stream of encouragement / propaganda, Gabby scraped the smaller brunette off the mat, claimed possession of her right wrist and tossed her into a corner on the far side of the ring with a heavy BWUUUNG! “Hate to burst your bubble, losers,” Mendoza taunted the jeering fans, “but Generation Next is claiming its first title tonight!” She charged, leapt and slid her legs between the top and middle ropes, all the better to TWHAP Burlingame across the clavicle with a heavy Clothesline.
HANGING CORNER CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gb0FLuHMhbg
Seated on the strands after impact, Gabs kept her right arm draped across Lily’s chest to keep her from stumbling away from the scene of the accident. “Who am I kidding?” Mendoza focused her derision on a group of folks in the second row wearing Lily’s ‘Stargazer’ tee-shirts, “I LOVE bursting your bubble.”
Eager to keep at it she slipped free of the ropes and quickly hopped into a mount on the second rope. From there she coiled Burlingame’s ponytail around her right hand and wrenched the champ’s head back at a perilous angle. “I am gonna stick some gum on your face tonight, rich girl. But I want it to be nice and soft before I do.” On that unpleasant note she pulled her left hand up beside her ear and brought it PWAAAKING down onto Burlingame’s forehead.
The crowd counted, ‘ONE!’ hated themselves for it, then descended deeper into self loathing when Mendoza kept on punching. ‘TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’
Gabby paused, looked down at Lily and blew her biggest bubble yet. It was inching dangerously close to the Star Strider’s nose when she twisted loose and slipped between the challenger’s splayed stems. Snatching hold of an ankle the instant she was turned around, Lily stepped back and yanked Gabs from her perch. There was a loud POP followed by a low BWUUUNG as Gabby’s bubble was ruptured, then mashed between her mush and the top turnbuckle. Dimly aware that the gum as splatter-smashed across her mouth, Mendoza shambled around and hooked her arms over the top rope. She’d just started to pick the gum off her bottom lip when Lily raced in, hopped up and twisted sideways in mid-air to TWHAP herself across the bigger brunette’s midsection in a gorgeous little Crossbody.
CORNER CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oA7eKfdHCyE
The acrobatic little maneuver left Lily crouched on the apron and Mendoza stumbling clear of the corner with one arm wrapped tight across her aching midsection. A bit wary of going to the top rope too often with Evans at ringside, Burlingame hopped over the top rope and raced by her stunned opposition. There was still several feet between her and the opposite side of the squared circle when Lily took to the skies and landed on the middle rope. Launching herself clear a heartbeat later, she twisted around and THWHACKED both heels into her foe’s chest and right shoulder.
SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pQFA8T7gz0
The Springboard Dropkick blew Gabby off her feet and deposited her near an empty side of the ring. Or at least it was empty until Rose hurried over and leaned in under the bottom rope. “C’mon Gabs, over here! Time for a breathOOOWWW BYTCH!”
Not even sort of in the mood for the Numbers Game tonight, Burlingame raced over and STAMPED on Evans’s questing claws. “Keep your hands to yourself.” Lily demanded to the hissing blonde. “Or you’ll end up looking like your partner’s gum after it’s been stuck under a desk for a few days.” With Rose sorted out at least for the moment, Burlingame made her way back to Gabby, who’d sat up to better take stock of her aches and pains. “Caught me on a bad night, girl.” Lily admitted once she’d sunk both hands into the other brunette’s hair. “Not off my game of course, think the tread marks on your top are proof enough of that. My mood however… that’s as bad as it’s ever been.”
“I could give a rat’s ass about your mood, bytch face.” Mendoza had grabbed Burlingame’s wrists and started pulling. “All I want is the gold around your waist. And I’ll do whatever it takes to get NNNGGHHH!”
The Intergalactic Angel pushed onto her tiptoes and dropped to one knee, the point of which struck Gabs flush between the shoulders. Far from satisfied with a one off, Burlingame rose to her full height and quickly delivered half a dozen more Knee Drops, the last of which proving more of a Knee Strike, as she got full extension on her free leg. Mendoza’s hold on her wrists was a fading memory so Lily dropped to her tush, laid claim to the challenger’s wrists and pulled them back in a wide, awkward ‘V’. In the next instant she leaned back, kicked her legs up under Gabby’s armpits and crossed her ankles behind her head.
LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Geqd48DJ-c&spfreload=10
Lotus Lock complete, Lily planted both hands on the canvas and hoisted herself up by a good six inches. “Still want my belt, punk?” Burlingame asked after five seconds of Mendoza’s groaning. “Think you’re worthy of it?”
Gabby stamped a heel against the mat and stretched her legs as far as they could go but she was still several feet removed from safety. Sullen and cranky, the Generation Next standout huffed, “More worthy than you, sweetums. You’re just a dumpier, sawed-off version of your sistEEERRRRGGGHHHHH!”
Lily craaaaaaaaaaanked forward with her legs, which forced Mendoza to double over until she was almost looking straight down. “You really don’t want to invoke the Rainmaker right now, baby.” the youngest Burlingame taunted. “She would’ve stripped off the slutty bustier and even sluttier plaid skirt by now. Thinking like that might give me ideas.”
“SCREW YOU!” Gabby straightened up at great expense and proceeded to thump and bump her way toward the ropes. Lily didn’t fight her, but she didn’t make it easy, the champ rocking her legs right n’ left and shoving forward with her knotted stems from time to time. Eventually the Baby Faced Killer got close enough to hook a foot over the bottom strand. “BREAK!” she demanded. “GET HER OFF, I’M IN THE ROPES!”
Rose, who’d been lurking as close to the ropes as she could without drawing a warning from the official, immediately took up her friend’s plight. “Make her let go right now! But don’t you dare disqualify the sneaky little bytch-face! She’s not getting off that easy.”
More than a little fed up with both halves of Barely Legal, Lily settled down, reached around with both hands and sank ’em into those bustier-armored curves. Gabby wailed and Rose raged but Lily ignored them in favor of Craig’s count, which reached ’FOUR!’ before she undid the Lotus. Setting Mendoza loose with a rough little kick to the back of the head, Burlingame would’ve hauled her upright then and there if Rose hadn’t cinched hold of Gabby’s lower legs and dragged her to safety on the floor.
“You just gonna let her do that all night?” Lily complained to the official. “How many of these tramps do I have to fight?”
“Rose can give Gabby support on the outside of ring, just as long as she doesn’t lay a hand on you or cause an obvious distraction.” Craig said. “Of course anyone who does get too close to the action wouldn’t have any grounds to complain if they accidentally found themselves swept up in it.”
The Star Strider looked from the referee to Barely Legal (who were huddled on the floor with their heads togther) and back again. Then she smiled. “You know what, Craig? You’re right. Thanks for refreshing my memory.”
Quickly backing away from the ref and her opposition, Lily made it about halfway across the ring before she wheeled around and threw herself into the ropes. Back to Craig and well beyond in a matter of seconds, the Girl That Gravity Forgot took to the skies and vaulted over the top rope by a good two feet. The noise from the crowd drew Rose’s attention almost straight up and in a rare moment of selflessness she shoved Gabby aside. Noble to be sure, unfortunately it left her alone to take the full brunt of Lily’s Plancha, the force of which knocked the Smartest Girl in the Room flat on her back. Crooking her left arm around Evans’s head while she was nearing the end of her fall, Burlingame’s right hand was already balled into a fist, meaning there was no reprieve between the end of the Plancha and the beginning of a furious flurry of punches to the blonde’s forehead.
PLANCHA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1VD3WFT_iT0&spfreload=10
While putting new dents in Rose’s much vaunted head was quite satisfying, Lily was perfectly aware that Gabby alone held the key to retaining her title so she ended the beating after a few more seconds and scrambled to her feet. “C’mon Gabby.” she demanded of the retreating challenger. “You wanted my gold? Then come and get it. And everything that comes with it.”
Mendoza thought about it, then put two fingers in her mouth and removed a wad of gum, which she stuck to the ring-post. Without missing a beat she removed a fresh piece from a tiny pocket in the waistband of her skirt. After a few good chomps she flipped Lily off and said, “I’d like to see you make me, bytch face.”
Ready, willing and able to do just that, Burlingame started forward but hit an immediate snag when Evans wrapped her left ankle in a death grip. Lily stopped to wrench her foot loose and that was all the time Gabby needed to strike. Crossing the gap in a few long strides, Mendoza leapt, leaned back and THWHAPPED her right calf across Lily’s chest.
CALF KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N794mXjuHk4&spfreload=10
Burlingame staggered hard but Rose’s hold on her foot actually kept her upright, or at least leaned awkwardly against the apron. The Big League Beauty was on her almost immediately thereafter, snatching a double handful of hair and wrenching her away from Rose to march her to the nearest corner where BWUUUNK! Gabby bounced the champ’s forehead off the steel with a gaudy flourish, though her wicked smile faded noticeably when Burlingame didn’t crumple to her knees.
“Don’t think so, rich girl.” Mendoza snapped between chomps. “I want you fat face on the floor right now.” She charged after her, dipped beneath the woozy brunette’s right arm, hooked her own arm around it and floated across Lily’s back to land on the other side with her left arm cinched on Burlingame’s noggin in a Front Facelock. Soon as her heels touched down she laid out on her back to THWHUMP the crown of Burlingame’s skull into the barely padded floor. Lily tumbled onto her back in a stunned starfish and Gabby floated over into what would’ve been a solid Crossbody if they hadn’t been out on the floor.
FLOATOVER DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FQ0qPiSoBg&spfreload=10
Hands gripping Burlingame’s shoulders, she leaned in close and planted a brief, taunting kiss on her foe’s lips. “Now it begins, bytch face. I’m going to chew you up and spit you out.” Lily didn’t or simply couldn’t answer, so Mendoza scraped her off the floor with a double handful of hair. One hand soon found its way to the back of Burlingame’s waistband, making it much easier for the challenger to bundle / toss her under the bottom rope. She ended up stretched out with her right hip pointed toward the nearest corner. Quick to mount the apron, Gabby went to the post, grabbed hold of the top rope and sprang to the high rent district. With Rose cheering her on and the crowd jeering her full force, Mendoza launched herself up and out, the curvy little brunette touching fingertips to her toes at the apex before stretching out full length and THWHAMMED down on Lily’s tummy.
FROG SPLASH @ 1:16
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Ka0WlXy4Yw
Burlingame’s near leg flopped up wearily but Gabs doesn’t hook it, she only planted her hands, tilted her head back and blew a big bubble for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lily jerked a shoulder off the mat, preserving her reign by at least another three seconds. “You obnoxious little gnat.” Gabby sniped at the suffering champion. “You’re going to make me chew you tasteless, aren’t you?” Burlingame didn’t answer, not that Mendoza needed one. She only sank a hand into her opponent’s hair and hauled her up in a series of fits and jerks. Turning her back once the other lightweight was vertical, Gabs reached over her right shoulder with both hands and laced ‘em across the back of the heiress’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock. A quick drop n’ pull flipped Lily onto her butt in a thumping Snap Mare, the pain of it keeping her rooted to the spot when the Big League Beauty ran the ropes before her and charged back. Staying the course until the very last second, Gabs dropped to one knee and CRAAACKED Lily across the cheek with a gaudy Bytch Slap. The Star Strider flopped onto her back then pivoted onto her hip and elbow. Her other hand was cupped against her cheek, it wasn’t much, but it was the only balm she had to soothe the derisive blow.
RUNNING BYTCH SLAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZ2xqs_kewk&spfreload=10
Gabby wasn’t paying attention to this small drama, she’d gone on a celebratory strut after she’d smacked Burlingame’s face into the upper deck. Even with the delay Lily was still hurting when Mendoza stomped back and plunged both hands into her hair. “Enough playing around, rich girl.” the Baby Faced Killer taunted. “It’s time I popped your ugly little bubblehead!” With that she stepped her right leg over Lily’s right shoulder and dropped onto her back without releasing the hair hold. Once they were both down she crooked her calf under Burlingame’s chin and draped her left knee over her right ankle. Then she pushed up on her hands and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed down on breath-stealing Figure Four Headscissors.
Grimacing at the pressure of this gammy coil, Lily clamped down on Mendoza’s encroaching boot with both hand and tried to pull it away or at least loosen it. She failed at the former, succeeded at the latter, if only enough to stop her cheeks from flushing a deeper pink. This didn’t please Mendoza in the slightest, which probably explained the exceptionally hard hair pull once she put her butt back on the mat. “Knock that off, shorty!” Gabby punctuated each word with an angry tug. “Or you’ll be unconscious AND bald when I take your titOOOOOWWWWW! OOOOWWW! OK BYTCH, YOU ASKED FOR IT!”
Sick and tired of the challenger’s mouth (not to mention those goddamned Scissors) Burlingame stopped pulling and started clawing, her well manicured nails digging angry red furrows into her rival’s previously unmarred thighs. She was beginning to entertain thoughts of escaping Mendoza’s legs when the brunette in question curled her right hand into a claw and raaaaaaaaaaaaaaked it across her face over and over again. “Wanna keep clawing, Bytch Face?” Gabby sneered between passes. “C’mon, keep clawing, I dare you! Let’s see who’s fingers turn red first!” She added her other hand to the task, the knuckles on each hand touching one another before she slowly pulled clawed in opposite directions.
While there was nothing illegal about the Headscissors, the repeated attacks on Burlingame’s eyes brought Craig over for a stern talkin’ to. “Let off her face, Gabby!” he warned. “You can squeeze her all you want, but stay off her eyes!”
Mendoza looked up at him, her lips curled in a smile of evil innocence. “Got it, don’t claw her eyes out. Is this ok, Mr. Referee?” She hooked the index and middle fingers of her left hand into the champion’s nostrils and wrenched back until Lily voiced a high, nasal scream. That most certainly wasn’t ok, so the ref started his count without further warning. Gabby didn’t say a word, she only reached into her mouth with her free hand and removed the gum. For a moment she thought about flicking it at the zebra. It would’ve been highly satisfying, but no, there was only one place for this particular glob. Gabby smushed it between Lily’s eyes, then released her Scissors simultaneous with ‘FOUR!’
Paying utterly no attention to the referee’s barked warnings, Mendoza circled around the fallen brunette and made it a point to kick at her ribs or chest whenever Lily tried to remove the gum from her forehead. “Don’t get frustrated, Gabs!” Rose exclaimed from the outside. “Just hoist her no talent ass up and hit ‘er with the Bazooka!”
Gabby looked to her partner and nodded once. “I might even hit her with two. This Bytch Face is really pissing me off.” This idea pleased Evans to no end and she cheered loudly as Mendoza raised Lily to her knees and applied a Standing Headscissors. The Waistlock came next, followed by a deep breath as Gabby gathered her reserves. Then a grunt ‘n groan as she bent her knees and lifted / spun Lily onto her shoulders in a Canadian Backbreaker. “Back the hell off!” Gabs snapped at Long as he closed in to check on Burlingame. “Baby doesn’t want to give up anyway, do you baby?” She pulled her knotted fists down into Lily’s belly and rocked up n’ down on her heels to jostle the Backbreaker a little more. Jaw clenched, eyes squenced shut, Lily shook her head ‘no’ and huffed, “Screw you, jailbait. You’re not getting my NNNNGGGGGGGHH!” The Next Generation hellcat swung Burlingame off her shoulder and dropped onto her butt to THAWHAM Lily flat on her face, chest and belly.
BAZOOKA JOSEPHINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bmuzJG2yHXw&spfreload=10
Left flattened and shuddering by the Sit-Out Dominator Mendoza called Bazooka Josephine, the champ offered no resistance when Gabs shoveled her onto her back and scooted forward into a seat atop Lily’s bleary, upturned face. Preening as the loser moaned against her lacey unmentionables, Gabby pressed her palms into the defenseless brunette’s tummy and joined Craig in counting…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lily sank a pair of claws into the challenger’s haughty cheeks and shoved her from the mount with half a second to spare. “THAT WAS THREE!” Rose snarled to the referee before Gabby had a chance to do it herself. “HOW MANY SHARES DID IT TAKE TO BUY THIS MATCH, HUH LONG?”
Craig ignored Evans entirely, he only showed Mendoza two fingers and distanced himself from the action. Coming to the conclusion that Burlingame was, if not tougher, at least a f*ck ton more stubborn than she’d anticipated, Gabby laid claim to Lily’s left wrist and peeled her off the canvas. Positioning herself between the other brunette and a far corner, Mendoza shouldered her back, then stepped off, dropped her hips and hurled the Intergalactic Angel toward the buckles with every bit of spite she could muster. Lily turned at the last second, BWUUUNGED against the buckles hard enough to send her shambling back the way she’d came. Gabby raced out to meet her, the Big League Beauty taking to the skies with her right knee upraised and both hands reaching for the back of Burlingame’s skull.
She’d *almost* made contact when Lily wrapped both arms around the challenger’s upper thighs and pulled her oh so close. Leaning back on her heels to keep from toppling, Lily swung around in a drunken half circle and half ran / half stumbled to the corner she’d just left. Finally knocked from her surprise by the feel of turnbuckles under her butt, Mendoza grabbed hold of Lily’s head and CRAAAACK! The Star Strider swatted her hands away and repaid that strutting Bytch Slap with one of her own that almost knocked the other brunette from her perch.
Gabby didn’t fall though, mostly thanks to the handful of hair that Burlingame managed to snag. Letting loose after a second, lighter slap, Lily backed off by several paces, then charged and leapt from the mat to the top rope in a single bound. Perched strong and steady with both hands in Mendoza’s hair, Burlingame taunted, “Chew on this, bytch face.” She leapt off and dropped backward, legs spread into a wide ‘V’ that guaranteed a relatively comfortable landing for herself and a THWHAMMING face on canvas collision for poor Gabby.
AVALANCHE SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZ2xqs_kewk
Exceedingly aware that their golden opportunity was very much in jeopardy, Rose leapt up onto the apron while the ring was still trembling with aftershocks. “THIS IS A DISGUSTING VIOLATION OF THE RULES!” she bellowed to Craig. “I DEMAND TO KNOW WHAT YOU’RE GOING TO DO ABOUT THAT BYTCH’S BLATANT USE OF HAIR HEYKEEPHERAWAYFROMME!”
Lily raced at the Smartest Girl in the Room but instead of trying to smash her off the apron she dropped into a Baseball Slide that took her beneath the bottom rope and through Evans’s planted feet. Snatching Rose by the legs as soon as she touched down, Burlingame yanked the blonde into a short freefall that ended when she caught the meddling tyro in a snug Waistlock. In the next instant Lily twisted around and bridged backward to THWHUMP Rose against the thinly-padded floor with a wicked German Suplex. Burlingame rose a moment later and she was smiling, though the expression was far more predatory and vengeful than the FAWNatics were used to seeing on her face.
Inside the ring, Gabby Mendoza rested on one knee. She didn’t know what exactly had befallen Rose, but she knew the rich bytch face must’ve laid a big hurt on her to remove the blonde from the equation. More angered by this attack on her friend than any on her own person, Mendoza struggled to her feet and beckoned Burlingame into the ring. “C’mon f*cker!” she snarled at the smirking champion. “You wanna see why I’m the baddest?” Get in my face and I’ll show you!”
Lily hopped onto the apron without a word, but raised an index finger when the challenger started her approach. “Just a sec. I’ve got one more thing to do out here.” Dropping back to the floor, she grabbed Rose by the hair and tugged her to a wobbly semblance of verticality.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Mendoza demanded shrilly as Burlingame controlled her partner at nape and waistband. “She’s not a part of this match!”
“I know.” Lily agreed. “That’s why I’m making sure she doesn’t get involved.” She whipped the both of them around in a half circle, then charged the far corner and flung Rose shoulder-first into the steel steps. There was a loud BWUUUNG followed by a groan of pain from Evans and an apoplectic shriek from Gabby.
“HATEFUL BYTCH-FACE!” The Big League Beauty charged the ropes, arriving just as Lily hopped onto the apron. Mindful of vengeance and nothing else, Mendoza snatched for the other brunette’s hair and ate a Forearm Smash instead. That didn’t get all the hooks out of her hair, so Lily twisted on her left heel and brought her right leg slicing up at a perfect forty-five degrees. The Roundhouse caught Gabby flush and she crumpled to the deck with the shadow of the ring-post bisecting her ribs. Lily didn’t hesitate, she didn’t even smile for the redlining crowd. Just a single feline leap to the top rope followed by an equally lofty trip into the aether. Not for a Warhead though, the champ curled into a ball and twirled through one and a quarter rotations before stretching out and THWHAMMING her drum-taut midsection across Gabby’s belly.
450 SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tId3ssf5tNw
The 450 Splash hit perfectly and so the FAWNatics were more than a little surprised when the Star Strider popped up and hopped over her flattened foe. They murmured understanding when she snatched hold of Mendoza’s wrist and ankle, the challenger was pretty close to the ropes, it made sense to drag her away from any possibility of an easy out. But Lily didn’t pin Gabby after she’d deposited her near the center of the ring. Rather she went back to the corner, grabbed the top rope and set herself atop it with a quick jump. Turning around even as she got to her feet, the Girl That Gravity Forgot raised a fist high overhead and offered the fans a thumbs up. This was no ordinary thumbs up though, it was a detonator, one that went off when several thousand voices all cried, ‘BOOOOOOOOOM!’
Lily didn’t merely jump, she seemed to take flight. Corkscrewing around the X-axis while she flipped through the Y, Burlingame soared out of that crazy dervish and THWHUMPED down on Gabby, this time landing squarely across her chest. The Cherry Warhead blew Mendoza’s legs straight up, not that the Interstellar Angel paid them any mind. Pushing off the wrecked Gen Next’er, she scooted up, slung a leg over and planted her pert little tush flush on Gabby’s forehead. The challenger was spared a Rainmaker style grind, but that was a small comfort because Lily palmed her breasts and SQUEEEEEEEZED them in time with the count of…
CHERRY WARHEAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNdHhtx-Kog
ONE….
TWO…
THREE!
Burlingame clamped down even harder as the bell sounded, the infuriated champion sorely tempted to rip Mendoza’s bounty from their armor on sheer spite. Then the Announcer proclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILLLLLLLL the FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION…. LILY BURLINGAME!”
Lily released the claws, started to get up, then PWAAAKED a single forget me not punch into Mendoza’s tummy. On her feet again, Lily brushed by Craig even though he had her belt for the offering. More interested in something else at the moment, she stomped to the edge of the ring and locked eyes with a FAWN tech. “A mic, now.” The look in her eyes brooked no delay, so the young man pulled one from the Timekeeper’s table and offered it to her.
Taking it without a word, Burlingame turned around and stormed to the corner that offered the best view of the stage. “Claudia Rooney!” she snarled over the crowd and her own anthem. “Did you think you could break me with nothing more than a belt? Did you think, even for a second, that lashing my back until I bled would leave me vulnerable to any sneaking, cowardly bytch hoping to get her hands on my title? Well I want you to take a second and look at Rose Evans. Look at Gabby Mendoza. Take a really GOOD look at how they’re clutching their heads, chests, guts or necks or just moaning while they rock back n’ forth. Look at those two vicious bytches strewn around this ring, then look at me and tell me what you did.” The crowd cheered appreciatively so Lily paused to catch her breath. “You didn’t break me, Claudia. You beat my ass until I cried and made sure I spent five hours in an ice bath that night, but you didn’t break me. What you did was give me a purpose. Before last month I was out to prove why I was good enough to hold the Lightweight Championship. Now I’m out to show the world why YOU ARE NOT GOOD ENOUGH to hold MY title! You can have a rematch whenever you want. Whenever you want girl, all you have to do is go nose to nose with me and ask for it. Just don’t make me wait too long, Claudia. Oh, I won’t get bored and rescind the invite, don’t you worry about that. No, if you make me wait too long I might just come looking for you. If I have to do that… we won’t fight in a ring.”
Message concluded, she tossed the mic down and returned the canvas. Craig was still waiting with the title. Lily took it with a small nod of thanks and raised it for the fans for the duration of a single lap around the squared circle. Keeping an eye out for a telltale flash of red, Burlingame slipped through the ropes and made her way up the aisle. Lily was a bit disappointed when Claudia didn’t appear, even though she was exhausted. But not TOO disappointed. Because she’d meant every word she’d said. If that vicious tramp didn’t ask for her rematch, Lily would track her down and ask some questions of her own. The kind of questions that could only be asked with fists and answered with bruises.