Post by alyadmirer on Oct 20, 2015 7:11:17 GMT
The house lights of the FAWN Arena dimmed, leading to the requisite hoots and hollers from the amped Mania throngs. A white-hot spotlight broke the darkness, falling upon the upper stage and a lean, lithe brunette gracefully floated into view. The crowd exploded with a loud ovation worthy of Pavarotti. The Announcer was quick to proclaim the diva’s arrival before she could begin her breathtaking warbling.
“Ladies and gentlemen the next contest is scheduled for one fall and has a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, from London, England, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds. She is the Sublime Soprano, the Renaissance Woman…ELIZA BLISSSS!”
ELIZA BLISS:
A sweet melodious set of notes reached to the heights, the highest high of soprano superlatives could not describe the beauty of the operatic ecstasy. Nor could it do justice the beauty that stood in the entryway. Unlike most of her career, where her evil ways had led fans to tear into the despicable diva, the FAWNatics now reveled in the music and the woman providing it to them.
Eliza raised her arms dramatically and serenaded the FAWNatics with her own entrance accompaniment, no one else able to reach the perfect notes of operatic rapture. The slender, sinewy brunette, long locks falling in great cascades, was clad in a tight, lacy black two-piece that clung tightly to her lightly tanned form; curious, futuristic, metallic wristbands, glittered from each wrist to only a few inches short of her elbows. Below, she wore tempting, knee-high black leather boots. The Englishwoman strode down the aisle belting out the concluding aria of Giulio Cesare, the opera that had made her famous or infamous, depending on fan or foe.
Looking closely, there seemed an air of uncertainty and the occasional slightest break of a note or two. Considering the opponent and the pressure of tonight’s match, the diva’s chorus of fans showed no less love over the slight trips of the tonsils.
As Bliss moved toward the ring, she finished her beautiful verse and slapped hands with those on the aisle, waving and smiling.
Eliza circled the battleground, bowing and making contact with the crowd, particularly pleased with a placard that noted:
“Don’t hate the player. Hate the Burlingame!”
The sinewy brunette turned to the ring and skipped up the steps. Sliding through the ropes, she moved to her corner, still owning the ‘stage’ in every sense of the word. A performer of unequalled beauty and poise, Eliza flexed and stretched, preparing for the fight of her life and perhaps the last chance to show she could not only hang with but beat the Rainmaker.
Eliza’s lovely notes were still fluttering in the cheap seats when the Announcer raised his microphone. And introducing her opponent, representing the Black Court, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is the Bankable Bombshell, the Rainmaker, THE ACE, she is SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
The speakers cut loose with an electronic scream and the Fawnamania crowd countered with more of the throat-born variety, such was always the reaction when the Ace arrived on scene. Never happier than when she was the center of attention (especially at the biggest show of the year) Sue Burlingame swatted her way through the curtain and stretched her arms in a wide ‘T’ that called down a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro from overhead. At the moment the tawny brunette hardbody wore what had to be a custom design from one of the more heel-leaning designers in FAWN’s art department. It was a snug black tank-top sporting a stylized cartoon songbird getting X-rayed by a bolt of lightning from some clouds overhead. Beneath it was the phrase: Mania ‘15, The Day The Music Died. This got plenty of boos from the opera aficionados in attendance, not that their disdain got anything more than rolled eyes from the Rainmaker. Actually, it looked like she was about to answer, but then she shooed them away with a flip of her hand and wiped some dust off her shiny black wrestling boots instead.
Satisfied that she’d given these losers enough time to acclimate themselves to her hotness, Burlingame grabbed the bottom edge of her tank-top in both hands and peeled it off in a single well practiced movement. Then she tossed it aside and ran an appraising hand over the washboard expanse of her midsection, just one of the glorious weapons she planned to use on the washed up lounge act waiting for her in the ring. For her match tonight she wore the usual dark blue two piece with gold trim. Emily had asked if she’d wanted to spring for special attire but Susan had declined. It was Mania sure, but special attire was for special challenges and Eliza Bliss was anything but. Even so, the mundane nature of her prey didn’t stop the Ace from strutting down the ramp like she was on her way to the biggest title match of her career.
Easily avoiding all the hands stretched in her direction, Susan eventually broke into a full on sprint, dove under the bottom rope and sprang to her feet. Positioned directly in the center of the ring, she smirked at referee Craig Long before turning to Eliza. “I’d ask you to shake hands, but I wouldn’t want to break it again.” Bliss snarled and started forward only to be corralled by the official. “Ohhhhh, don’t worry, bytch.” Susan snarked as she backed into her corner. “He won’t be there to protect you for much longer.”
The bell CLANGED, meaning Eliza Bliss finally had a clear shot at the Rainmaker. That Burlingame had a clear shot at her too never crossed the Superlative Soprano’s mind. She’d been defeated by Susannah Burlingame too many times. Been humiliated by Susannah Burlingame too many times. SHARED her beloved spotlight with Susannah Burlingame too many times. That ended tonight. What started as their final duet would end with her glorious solo, one provided the faintest of accompaniment by the American’s sobs trembling against her undercarriage. Already hearing (and feeling) those glorious notes, Bliss strode forward to meet her hated adversary.
In the opposite corner, Susan saw Eliza’s plans written all over her face. She smirked, making no attempt to hide it. Bliss was a serious competitor, the Ace would never have bothered with her if she were not, but the Briton’s steadfast belief that she was an equal, if not downright better than the former World Champ was why Burlingame took such delight in embarrassing her over and over again. Strutting out to meet the Renaissance Woman, Sue paused a few feet shy of the other brunette and looked her up n’ down.
“Finally landed a spot on the biggest stage of them all, Eliza. You’re welcome, by the way. How would you like to start? A few scales? Perhaps some sight reading? Maybe even a lip sync batNGH!”
Eliza slapped her across the face, much to the delight of the capacity crowd. Head twisted to the side by the force of the Songbird’s smack, Burlingame returned her attention to Bliss and discovered she’d raised her left hand high overhead. “You’re going to take this seriously, Susannah.” Bliss said softly. “If you don’t, I won’t just beat you. I’ll humiliate you. No… I’ll… diminish you.”
Susan arched an eyebrow ever so slightly. “And how are you going to do that, Bliss? Gonna sing a diss track?”
“I’ll strip you down to your boots and pads.” Eliza answered with no hesitation.
Burlingame’s dark eyes tossed sparks. “That song’s beyond your capabilities, Lizzie.”
“Is it?” Bliss’s fingers twitched. “Then raise your hand and show me, Suzie.”
Sue did, her right hand meeting Eliza’s in a surprisingly light touch that tightened down to a white-knuckled clench almost at once. The Englishwoman raised her other hand and Susan did the same. Their fingers were mere inches apart when Eliza’s hand crooked into a ‘C’ and darted toward the Ace’s lips. The Bankable Bombshell stepped back, giving herself just enough time and room to snatch hold of the sneaky bytch’s wrist. “Clever, bird brain.” she told the startled brunette. “Might’ve worked if--” Susan tossed the hand aside, spun and dropped low, lashing out one leg to sweep Eliza’s ank--NO!
Bliss hopped over that scything gam and thrust another Cleft Note at Burlingame’s mouth as she started to rise. But Susan foiled that one as well, using nothing more complicated than a Greco Roman Knuckle-Lock.
Knowing full well that the black-clad battler could apply that damned claw with either hand, Sue jumped and landed with her boots on the other woman’s upper thighs. Her free hand went to the base of Bliss’s neck and she rolled / dropped onto her back. Eliza flew overhead and landed flat on her back with a loud ‘UUUNNNNGGGHH!” Her spine was still working through its initial arch when Burlingame tumbled backward and landed heavily astride her chest. Pinning the Brit’s captured hand to the mat, Susan slid forward and pressed her thighs against Bliss’s cheeks. Craig Long saw the cover, dove in beside them and counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
Eliza got her free hand against opposing backside and shoved at the same time she bridged. Susan tumbled forward onto all fours, crawled clear by a few feet and scrambled to verticality just as Bliss did the same. Eliza readied her right hand for a third Cleft Note but when Susan raised her defenses the Sinister Songbird went low and hooked her foe behind the knees. A sharp tug knocked Burlingame onto her back, leaving her a perfect target for Bliss, who somersaulted over to land on her back and feet, the former pressed against Sue’s chest and belly while the former were flush with the canvas. Jackknifed nice and tight, Susan bucked and squirmed while the ref tolled…
ONE…
TWO…
Burlingame bucked her off and rolled clear. Going from a crouch to a sprint to a leap in the blink of an eye, Susan cranked back her right arm for a huge Flying Forearm Sm--”GUUUUHHHRRRRRKK!” Eliza shot up her left hand and stuffed her middle and ring fingers into the Black Courtier’s mouth. Thumb pressed to the shelf of Burlingame’s chin before her feet returned to the mat, Eliza squeezed hard and grinned from ear to ear when her foe’s knees almost buckled.
“Just like THAT, understudy!” she crowed to the wide-eyed Yank. “Just. Like. ThaNNNNGGGHHH!”
Sue leaned heavily on her left foot, then brought her right leg up n’ around to THWHACK off the side of her rival’s skull. The Roundhouse might have lost a *little* of its strength thanks to the Claw, but not nearly enough to keep Bliss from stumbling away when it connected. Susan stomped after her, grabbed hold of British waistband and jerked her back into a Full Nelson. With Bliss’s chin stuffed down into the top of her own cleavage, Burlingame dropped her hips and peeled off a high, gorgeous bridge that did ugly, ugly things when she let loose at the apex. Eliza flew over and THWHAMMED down hard on her face, chest and belly.
RELEASE DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwTlzVQToio
Bounced onto her knees by the Dragon Suplex, Bliss could’ve made it to her feet if Susan hadn’t slithered in behind her and slipped a Scissors around her waist. A single hard squeeze got Bliss’s hands smacking at the American’s knees and thighs. Such a tactic might’ve gotten her free with enough time, unfortunately Sue snatched hold of her right wrist and folded that arm up between her shoulders with a Hammerlock. To make matters worse she cupped the fingers of her free hand around Bliss’s twitching fingers and bent them back far enough to make the other brunette yelp.
“I put you on the shelf once, asshole.” Sue whispered in her rival’s ear. “If I have to put you there again you’ll never leave.”
Eliza shook her head ‘no’ so she didn’t have to waste breath answering Craig’s question of surrender. Her golden voice was reserved exclusively for the Ace. “Smashing my hand was the act of a desperate twat, Susan.” she grunted. “Do the same tonight and you’ll prove to the fans what I already knooowwwwnnnnngghhhhh!”
Susan dug her knees into Eliza’s ribs and ratcheted up the two-pronged assault on her opponent’s right hand. “What do you know, Eliza?” she purred. “Please, enlighten me.”
“You’re afraid of me.” Bliss replied through gritted teeth. “You may have peaked, but I’m still getting better. You’ve seen it every time we’ve fought and you know it’s only a matter of NNNGGGHHHH!”
Burlingame released Eliza’s fingers and PWAAAAKED a hard Forearm Smash across the back of her head. Then she leaned forward, coiled her left arm around the Soprano’s throat and wrenched back in an Inverted Facelock. The addition of the Hammerlock meant it wasn’t quite a Beast Choker, but the Facelock and Scissors were a hellish combination indeed.
“I’ve peaked?” Susan snarled. “PEAKED? Bitch, I am a TWO TIME FAWN World Champ and I’m barely thirty! I could run this place for another ten years without breaking a sweat and another fifteen if I really wanted to prove a point! You think I’ve peaked? Try to say it to my face without tearing up! Better yet, just tap the f*ck out so I can get back to beating women who actually matter!” Point made, she bore down on the Scissors, wrenched back on the Facelock and pushed up on the Hammerlock.
Mired deep in that hellish trio, Eliza waggled an index ‘no!’ then started to pound a heel against the canvas in hopes of drawing the FAWNatics to her cause.
And while the crowd picked up the beat, their inspirational response didn’t stop Susan’s lithe frame from tightening each noose, leaving little option for escape. Still, the caged songbird wouldn’t surrender. And as her lids began to flutter, she managed to press her boots to the canvas and push off, rolling Burlingame onto her shoulders.
The ref slid down to the Rainmaker and slapped the canvas with vigor, counting out...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
While the count was close, the veteran was never in danger. She released her Scissors and Hammerlock, rolling to her side with only the Facelock remaining. With it, the golden-brown-skinned grappler tugged the depleted diva up with her.
Susan twisted around her foe, giving up one grip for another, drawing Eliza into a tight front version of the Facelock, the opposite set of fingers gripped the hip of Blissy’s togs before Susan SNAPPED her rival up and over with a warp-speed Suplex. Eliza’s spin SLAMMED to the deck. But with barely the time to arch her backbone in reaction, Burlingame was spinning and forcing the beautiful Bliss up again for another Snap Suplex and ANOTHER.
After the third, a slightly breathless Burlingame released and pushed to her feet, Eliza remaining grounded, this time given enough slack to fully feel her aches and pains and the trifecta had made for plenty, Bliss wincing as she massaged her lower back, perfect pearlies clenching.
When Eliza made the slightest movement to rise, Susan was upon her, yanking her fellow brunette up and again capturing Bliss in a position perfect for SNAPPING. A mournful groan escaped the soprano’s lips as she seemed unable to stop a fourth trip and indeed she headed up. But Susan had something more in mind for this cherry on top, sending Eliza up, but then dropping the Blackbird straight down on her skull with a Snap Brainbuster.
SNAP BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8bhFZWy-3c
Eliza spasmed to a seated position from the fateful, resounding impact. She’s already fainting to the mat when Susan expedited the process, shoving her down the rest of the way. Burlingame climbed aboard the demolished Bliss in a full body pin, nodding along with the slaps of the canvas.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The diva threw a shoulder up, at the very least making Susan present another verse before the grand finale. The gorgeous Black Courtier looked remarkably unconcerned. She slid the rest of the way off the drained soprano and kipped to her feet like a lightweight.
Sweeping her dark locks off her brow and over an ear, Susan looked to the crowd with a shrug, the FAWNatics responding with a loud set of jeers.
“Wasn’t this time supposed to be different?” Susan asked with a smirk. Burlingame ran her fingers down the length of her tawny form. “There’s a reason they can’t live without me at the biggest Pay-Per-View of the year.”
She backpedaled to the ropes as Eliza rose to her knees in front of Burlingame. “Because I make it rain!”
Susan shot forward as a droopy Bliss rose slowly, getting her feet beneath, but only for a second as Susan delivered a wicked Axe Kick to the back of Eliza’s skull, the Brit faceplanting into the thinly sheathed plywood.
AXE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZAH-wewNbjA
Susan drops to her knees next to the wounded Blackbird, shoving the ragdolled Englishwoman to her back and covering with a lateral press, Susan not bothering to hook a leg for...
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOO!
Eliza kicked free with inches left from the official’s hand striking home for the last time.
With Bliss much the worse for wear, the ivory-skinned Blackbird battered into silence; Susan mounted Eliza in a kneeling straddle and paintbrushed her with a right forehand then a backhand, Blissy’s head snapping from side to side.
“Who‘s the understudy?” Burlingame sniped as she popped to her feet. And, with a hand buried in Eliza’s dark locks, Susan tugged her apparent back-up singer up to wobble in front of her, Blissy’s doe eyes glassy, even after the bracing, open-hand cracks.
Emily West’s right hand used both to bully the staggering Eliza to a corner. Reaching the buckles, Susan took the inside, her back against the corner literally if not figuratively. She hopped to the middle ropes and tugged the flaccid Brit toward her, underhooking Eliza’s arms to put an end to this match with the Burlingamebreaker.
But before the unders are completely hooked, a desperate Bliss rammed the crown of her head into the Susan’s kitty, not once, or twice, BUT THRICE!
Glossy arms dropping to her side, her jaw dropping as well, Burlingame’s dark eyes rolled white from the butts to her crotch. A woozy Eliza climbed in front of the seated and anguished Rainmaker.
Barely able to keep her balance, Eliza nevertheless leveled a series of forearms to Susan’s jaw. Burlingame, frozen in place, soaked up each one, slowly whiplashing through a 180 until the Black Courtier was facing the cheering throngs.
With the bronzed beauty sitting in the direction of the FAWNatics, Eliza turned her back to her foe and reached over her right shoulder to slip an arm under the chin of the aching Burlingame. The fans exploded with excitement, realizing the opportunity to cheer BRAVA! to the sublime soprano is approaching.
BRAVA! @ 00:51
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSM5Hc6WA1Y
Eliza laid out, ripping Susan from her perch and DRIVING the back of her braincase into the deck. Susan’s lithe frame folded on top of itself before ending in a tangled heap. The crowd rejoiced over Blissy’s first sweet note in a very long time. But the blasted Blackbird was slow to take advantage, needing some recovery time of her own from Susan’s early domination.
Eventually the delicious diva’s wits and strength were in a sufficient supply to make her feet, with the help of the ropes. The alabaster-skinned brunette reached the game Susan with the Rainmaker to her knees. Dropping there herself, Eliza then delivered a vicious uppercut throat thrust that had a bug-eyed Susan gasping for oxygen.
Burlingame, amidst her gagging, struggled to her feet and staggered toward the middle with Eliza in pursuit. Snuggling in from behind, the songbird wrapped an arm around the reddening neck of Burlingame. She snaked her opposite arm in place for a Sleeper, but the Sublime Soprano had instant gratification in mind.
Eliza ripped Lily’s Big Sis off her boot leather with a superior Suplex the PLANTED Susan on her crown.
SLEEPER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZDgny1mMMc
Burlingame slopped to her chest, sliding against the canvas with enough force to displace her top, one breast finding its way bare before she skidded to a stop on her chest and belly. The roaring crowd called for a pancake flip and Eliza did the deed, though for the count, not the titillation.
The referee, momentarily agape, found his wits and dropped to his knees, slapping the canvas for...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Burlingame rolled a shoulder off the mat, denying Eliza the biggest win of her career by half a second. “Yuuuhhh… you desperate skank.” Sue muttered as she divided her efforts between adjusting her distended top and soothing the ache between her thighs. “How are you supposed to inspire all those toad-faced, tin-eared little girls out there if you can’t compete without working my trUNNEERRKKS OOOFFFFHHH!”
Eliza plunged her hands into the American’s hair, hauled her to a seat and THWHUMPED her left knee between Burlingame’s shoulders. “You’re one to talk about inspiration.” the Superlative Soprano reached over with her left hand, helped herself to the Ace’s right ankle and pulled the whole leg up across her left thigh in an awkward Figure Four. Still holding that ankle captive, Bliss dipped under her foe’s right arm and craaaaaaaaaaaanked it back at a sharp angle to secure a grounded Abdominal Stretch. Eliza rocked up n’ down a bit and batted her eyes at the crowd when the started a ‘TAP!’ chant. Returning her attention to the other brunette, she added, “As I recall, your own flesh and blood was so embarrassed by your behavior that she joined FAWN under a mask.
GROUNDED ABDOMINAL STRETCH @ 1:34
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLXPvbj9PhQ
Sue shook her head ‘no’ to answer Craig’s question of submission and to refute Bliss’s patently false statement. “You lying bytch.” she growled. “That’s not what happened and OH, YOURE GOING TO DIE FOR THAT YOU PASTY FACED GGGRREEERRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Eliza raised her right hand (it’d been braced against the canvas) pinched a bit of Susan’s top and pulled down just enough to spill the former World Champ’s bounty a second time. Then she palmed the heiress’s breast in her hand and squeezed like a woman trying to crush an apple. “You’re not going to do anything but sit there and wail you spoiled little brat.” the Songbird said pleasantly. “I promised you humiliation on the grandest stage there is and it’s only just beginning.”
Sue groaned, smacked her left heel against the mat and reeeeeeeached for the ropes with her left hand, but Eliza’s plant leg made it little more than a fool’s errand. Indeed, things got that much worse for the Rainmaker when Eliza took her nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisted in a slow, steady circle. “Hold a perfect high note when you bawl ‘I submit’ and I’ll let you go, Suzie.” Bliss cooed. “But if your voices cracks I’ll twist this nasty thing right oFFFEERRGGGHH HAIR! HAIR, REF!”
Susan had in fact hooked her trapped right hand into the Briton’s dark locks. Yanking and tearing with the look of a woman possessed, she didn’t even acknowledge Craig’s presence until he started to count and probably wouldn’t have released her grip if Eliza hadn’t abandoned the breast claw for a THWAPPING Forearm Smash to the ribs. That loosened the talons in her hair quite nicely so she did it again and again and again, the former Lightweight Champion pounding away on that tawny flank until it practically glowed under the hot lights.
Ending it only when her anger had faded the tiniest bit, Bliss slipped her right hand under Sue’s right bicep and wrenched the attached arm overhead in a Half Nelson. That meant half of the Courtier’s goods were once again on very public display, which probably explained why she didn’t pay that much attention when Eliza hauled her to boot leather. Susan’s left arm was still free to cause problems so the Briton put an end to that by curling her own arm around it in a snug Chickenwing. Eyes wide with alarm, Sue shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ alas, Eliza would not be denied and she peeled off a perfect bridge that THWHUMPED the other brunette down on the back of her head and neck. Folded in half with her toes somewhere up around her ears, Burlingame showed no signs of life until the zebra counted…
SOUBRETTE-PLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FnQrHnkN7eM
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
She kicked free of the matchbook and ended up stretched out on her belly, not the best position when your opposition was an extremely motivated technician with an axe to grind. “Get used to having your ass in the air, sweetheart.” Eliza cooed in the midst of peeling her opposition off the mat. “In the ring, I mean. Lord knows you’re used to it everywhere NGHH!”
Sue pounded her across the nose with a Headbutt that watered the Songbird’s eyes. “There’s only one place my ass is going tonight, loser.” she growled. “and I’m looking at HOOUUFFFFHHH!”
Bliss answered with a huge Kneelift to the belly, then palmed the back of Sue’s skull. Turning away from the winded American, she raced across the ring with Burlingame in tow and-- surprise and disappointment from those assembled when the Ace reversed positions and hurled Bliss over the top rope to a very painful landing on the flooNOOOO! Eliza snatched the rubber-coated steel in both hands, reeled herself in and landed on the apron with a low, heavy thump.
Susan had turned away once she threw out the trash, now she whirled and growled at the tenacious Blackbird. Teeth bared in a snarl, she rushed the ropes with a Forearm Smash on her mind and ate a high Roundhouse upside the head for her troubles. The kick sent Burlingame staggering toward the middle of the squared circle which gave Bliss all the time she needed to grab the top rope in both hands. Then she sank into a deep crouch, vaulted onto her perch and went down in a second crouch. She was only there for a second but that proved more than enough for Susan, who hopped forward on her left foot and TWHACKED a perfect Super Kick into the Englishwoman’s cheek. Bliss’s noggin snapped back and she fell from the ropes to the apron, where she immediately crumpled onto her back.
NO SPRINGBOARDS ALLOWED @ 1:54
www.youtube.com/watch?v=__-Af9zDRxQ
On the other side of the ropes, Sue finally set her top to rights and then flipped the bird to everyone who dared boo the adjustment. Dismissing the idiots in favor of a target she could really punish, Burlingame reached over, buried her hands in Eliza’s hair and hauled her to verticality. “Garbage like you doesn’t belong in my ring.” she told the weak-kneed brunette. “But you sure as hell aren’t getting counted out, either.”
The Ace grabbed Bliss’s right wrist and draped that arm over her right shoulder, then hooked her own right arm across Eliza’s chest so she could cup the back of her head. Reaching over with her left hand, she snagged the Renaissance Woman’s waistband and used the grip to muscle her into the air. Stepping back when Bliss was near the apex of her lift, the Bankable Bombshell positioned herself so that Eliza was hanging with her ankles on the top rope at one end and caught in Sue’s clutches on the other. Eyes trained on the nearest camera, the Rainmaker announced, “This bytch belongs to me.” The crowd hadn’t yet begun to jeer the domineering statement when Burlingame laid out on her back to TWHUNK her prey’s face into the mat with a ridiculously elevated Reverse STO.
Eliza hit full force and rolled onto her back with the help of a little shoveling from the Black Courtier. Too angry to bother with a proper cover, the former FAWN World Champion laid one heavy knee atop the Soprano’s bust and spread her arms wide while the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Bliss fought clear, much to the delight of the crowd. Susan didn’t like it very much, nor did she quite believe it when the outclassed bytch had the temerity to send a slow motion Cleft Note toward her lips. She snatched Bliss’s wrist, pulled her hand close and CHOMPED down on those questing fingers until Long started to count. “What’s wrong, Lizzie? Starting to feel the pressure? Starting to feel the flop sweat oozing out of your pores? Maybe you’re just flushed and need to cool down.”
Burlingame seized hold of the other brunette’s dark top and peeled it away, leaving her bare to the waist and pink for an entirely different reason. No showboating with the shorn top, Sue kept it close while she yanked Bliss to a seat. Gripping it at both ends, she wedged the lycra into Eliza’s mouth like a bridle and pulled back as hard as she could.
Drawing the diva’s head back with her makeshift reins, Blissy’s bare chest thrust forward, Burlingame sneered with delight at showing her inferior up and off to the fawning FAWNatics. Eliza’s shouts were muffled by the handcrafted garrote and Susan made sure the crowd knew it.
“This is the best she’s sounded in years,” she bellowed to the assembled.
Booting the Brit beauty in the bum as she rose, Susan forced Bliss from a seat to all fours then mounted her filly, viciously yanking on her bra-idle. Eliza reared to shake her tawny rider, but Burlingame was determined to break her foal. Susan held for more the eight seconds and, finally, the official decided a count might be in order. At ‘FOUR!’, Susan drew the garment clears of Eliza’s mouth, only to use it as a whip. A snap sent Bliss lurching forward, the gagging soprano reaching for her stinging behind.
The Rainmaker tossed Eliza’s top aside, ready to take the Blackbird all the way back to irrelevance in topless style. With Bliss on her knees, Susan approached from behind and sank her nails into Blissy’s scalp. Eliza rose at Susan’s command with a high-pitched yelp. The Black Courtier spun the redfaced Bliss to face her and immediately dipped to swing an arm through the stems of the soprano.
Susan ‘hupped’ Eliza onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Bliss had time to drive one elbow into Burlingame’s temple but Emily West’s go-to ignored it. She tossed Bliss off her back, pivoting as she did, grasping Eliza’s head over a shoulder. As the doe-eyed heiress dropped to one knee, she forced Eliza’s face there and destroyed the diva with a brutal ‘breaker.
FIREMAN’S CARRY FACEBREAKER @ 00:16
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
Blissy’s braincase snapped violently away from the impact, leaving her a wobbling warbler, standing but glassy-eyed in front of a rising Burlingame.
“Are you starting to understand, once and for all?” Susan asked.
The lolling of Eliza’s noggin made it look to some as though she did and the effect was not lost on a grinning Susan. Burlingame motions to Eliza. “Give the woman some credit. She knows removed from Dare she’s a curtain jerker and those tits aren’t getting you any higher on the card. Sorry Blissy.”
Burlingame moved to Eliza’s side without any acknowledgement from the dazed Briton. Reaching her destination, she leapt into the air and swung through her signature Death Roll, Burlingame’s heel moving toward a collision with the back of Bliss’ cranium.
But as the boot neared the target, Eliza, through luck or design, dropped to one knee. Susan sailed overhead, crashing to the canvas, ending her flight on the base of her spine. The gorgeous heiress arched in pain from the landing and things quickly went from bad to worse for the Rainmaker when a reborn if not re-clothed Eliza grabbed an ankle and spun Susan to her chest.
Locking up her foe’s legs in a nasty knot then clamping it shut with her own posted stem, Blissy reached forward to cup her hands under the chin of Burlingame. The snarling diva hauled back on Susan’s head. With the Black Courtier’s legs possessed, she could do little to escape as Eliza wrenched away with her Deathlock Camel Clutch.
DEATHLOCK CAMEL CLUTCH@ 00:13{/b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXvbSKohcqM
Susan grimaced, the lithe, golden-brown superstar in agony as Eliza showed she’s no second-string Blackbird. The Brit worked Susan like a part-time job until she decided she’d had enough fun cracking Burlingame’s vertebrae and SLAMMED Susan’s face into the deck with extreme prejudice, delighting the Mania attendees as The Rainmaker’s flawless features BANGED off the deck.
Remarkably, the Black Courtier bounced to her knees from the face slam and pushed to her feet, even beating Eliza there. But Bliss wasn’t far behind and was much more aware of her surroundings. Susan spun to find her foe and did so much more quickly than she planned.
Bliss wrapped an arm around Susan’s chest, curling the limb around both shoulders, her opposite number pressing against the small of Burlingame’s back. Dropping to one knee, Eliza forces Susan’s spinal column down upon the bended joint, the Backbreaker drawing a yelp from the multi-time FAWN World Champion. And Eliza’s always ready to add an Encore to her Encore. From her genuflection, Eliza threw her sinewy frame in reverse and finished her signature lethal combination with another face bruising smash to the mat.
ENCORE! ENCORE!
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On a roll and, seemingly forgetting her state of undress, Eliza shoved the stunned Susan to her back and spread her topless frame over the stupefied Susan, hooking a leg for the ONE…TWO…and Burlingame kicks free, shoving Eliza up to hands and knees with authority.
The touch of Susan’s fingers to her bare bosom seemed to remind the Brit she’s missing some of her wardrobe. Her head on a swivel, Bliss quickly spotted the top and scooped it up quickly maneuvering it back into place if at an eye-catching angle, for Blissy didn’t have time for perfect placement.
Susan, showing only part of what made her a constant threat and World Title hopeful was back on her way up, if unsteadily. Interrupted, the slender soprano didn’t mind taking up further arms against her tormentor. Instead, the Brit crept into Susan’s six and stayed there through a staggering circle by Susan.
Realizing Eliza’s game as her head cleared, Susan quickly spun to face Bliss, fists raised, but Eliza’s right hand split the defenses and the digits slipped between Susan’s lips, sinking into her lower palate. The Cleft Note pressing deep into Susan’s mandible, Eliza added a controlling left hand behind Burlingame’s braincase and set to work sending the squirming, panicking, wide-eyed Burlingame into dreamland.
Susan pried at Eliza’s wrist, trying to free herself to no avail. In a dozen seconds of thrashing, her copper-skinned stems turn gelatinous, Burlingame slumping, her face falling into Eliza’s partially covered chest. Adjusting her clamp for close quarters, Eliza couldn’t react fast enough when Susan’s hands shot behind her head, cupping her cranium and the crown of Burlingame’s noggin pressed tight to her chin.
Susan dropped to her knees and delivered a Jawbreaker that sent the ‘Note’ flying out of Burlingame’s maw as Eliza staggered from the whiplashing impact, Bliss ending deep in a corner, her hands thrown over the ropes on either side.
Recovering quickly once the other brunette’s second rate claw was out of her mouth, Burlingame flipped a tangle of sweaty hair off her face and spied Eliza smudged in against the buckles. “That’s the last time you’re gonna put your fucking hands on me you glorified karaoke singer.” she promised in a low, hateful growl. Vertical shortly thereafter, the Ace charged, hopped and THWHACKED her right knee against her foe’s forehead.
Bliss’s noggin snapped back, her hair a dark storm cloud that dissipated the instant her head lolled forward. “No going to sleep on me, Lizzie.” Susan cooed. “This is ’Mania after all. Not one of your nauseating operas.” ’Operas’ was still hanging between them when the heiress fashioned both hands into talons and affixed them to the Englishwoman’s almost bare bounty.
The Superlative Soprano threw her head back for the second time in less than a minute only now there was a high, crystalline shriek to go along with it. “That’s right punk, scream as loud as you want!” Burlingame dug in with her nails and twisted her wrists in opposite directions like she intended to rip off double handfuls. “Scream until every single one of them knows you’re not good enough to hang with--” She would’ve said ’me’ if Bliss hadn’t raised her own claws, presumably to muster a counterattack or defense. Susan didn’t care much one way or the other, she simply narrowed her focus to Eliza’s buds and twisted twice as hard.
“OOOOHHHHHH YOU BYTCH!” the former Lightweight Champion sobbed as Burlingame’s pincers did their savage work. Strength sapped by the humiliating double tweak, Bliss could only paw and push at the American’s shoulders until Craig Long strode over to get them out of the corner.
“All right Susan, get off her chest and take it off the buckles, all right?”
Susan knew she could’ve exploited the count but decided against it. Instead she puuuuuuuulled Eliza’s nipples one more time, then lowered a shoulder and dove into that defenseless British belly. Staying close, she looped her arms around the other brunette’s upper thighs and boosted her into a dispirited seat on the top turnbuckle. “Stay right there on your perch, little bird. I’ll be right back.” Burlingame reared back and CRAAACKED her foe across the mouth with a scathing Bytch Slap, whether to keep her in place or just because she was of the mind to smack a Brit, no one knew.
Regardless of motivations, the Bankable Bombshell spun around on her heel and sprinted to the opposite corner, where she hopped onto the middle turnbuckle just long enough to push off and turn around in mid-air. On the move the instant her feet touched down, Susan raced along her own back-trail and took to the skies when she was only a few feet out from the corner. Her legs opened wide, then ‘smecked’ closed in a gammy guillotine cinched tight around her opponent’s neck. Then she torqued backward to fling Eliza from the post all the way to the mat below. Even worse, Burlingame held her mount through the descent and she landed in a firm seat atop the other brunette’s chest. Susan didn’t bother with a pin, she only pressed her gams a little tighter against Eliza’s cheeks and curled her right hand into a fist. This she quickly applied to the Englishwoman’s forehead, just pwak-pwak-PWAAAKING away.
HAIL MARY 'RANA @ 00:34
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Craig saw the mount and swooped in to check Bliss’s shoulders. Turned out they were down, at least occasionally, but never for more than a second at a time. Though technically obligated to make the count, the ref held back if only because Susan had made no demand for one.
Several seconds of this painful roughhousing ticked off the clock before Eliza reached up with both hands and plunged them into Burlingame’s hair. “Get off me, cow!” she snarled at the domineering Yank. “Off or I’ll snatch you BAAARRRGGHHH STAAAAAHHP!”
Susan stopped punching but only so she could reach back and reconnect that vile pincer grip to Eliza’s nipples. “Is that a submission?” Sue cooed. “Are you QUITTING?” she pulled on the pliant flesh, making Eliza wail while she beat her heels against the mat.
“NOT QUITTING!” the Renaissance Woman roared. “NOW GET OFF ME YOU DIRTY FIGHTING WHORRRRROOOOOOHHHHHH NAAAAAAAAAAHHH!”
Sue pulled her right hand away, crooked it into a spade and slotted it between the Englishwoman’s thighs. “Give it up you mousy, squeaking tramp.” Burlingame demanded even as she unleashed the hurt on Bliss’s undercarriage. “You can’t win, so submit before I take THIS,” she squeeeeeeeeeeezed Eliza’s crotch until her knuckles turned white, “from you.”
Eliza almost did, the pain and embarrassment of having her tits and crotch mauled before an audience of thousands was crushing to say the least. Forcing her eyes away from Burlingame, she met Craig’s worried gaze and shook her head ‘no’ as best she could. “Yuuuuhhhh… you’re not going to…. beat me like this…. Suzie.” the Songbird rasped. “You’ll never beat me agAAAAAAAWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Susan lifted her claw just enough to help herself to a handful of the Englishwoman’s waistband. Then she YANKED up, sawing the elastic deep into her rival’s womanhood. “I will beat you however I f*cking feel like.” Susan hissed in the midst of trying to split the other brunette straight up the middle. “I’ll beat you again. And again. And again. And agWHOOAAAAHHH!”
Eliza kicked her legs up n’ back, managing to slip both beneath the Rainmaker’s armpits. Flexing as forcibly as possible the instant she got under Sue’s biceps, Bliss pushed forward and rolled to her butt, which in turn put Burlingame down in an improvised Sunset Flip. The Superlative Soprano never even thought about trying to hold the American down for three, she’d already fashioned her right hand into a ‘C’ and clamped it to the front of Susan’s togs. “NEVER AGAIN!” Eliza screamed down at the suddenly squirming heiress. “IT’S YOUR TURN TO LOSE! YOUR TURN TO BE HUMILIATED! YOUR TURN TO CRY!”
And Sue did cry, especially when the enraged brunette added her thumb to the grip on her center. Craig checked Burlingame’s shoulders, decided they were too busy to bother making a count and asked after surrender instead. “What do you say, Susan? Want to throw in the towel?”
“F*CK OFF!” Susan wailed. “THERE’S NO WAY THIS SHYTBIRD IS GOING TO BEAT MEEEEE AAAARRRGHHHAAAAAAHHH!”
Eliza abandoned the Crotch Claw, leaned forward and ripped Sue’s top in half with a single tug. Burlingame hadn’t even registered the change in attire when Bliss locked down on her nemesis’s areolas and did some heartless twisting of her own. “WHAT WAS THAT, SUZIE?” Eliza taunted. “SAY IT AGAIN, I DIDN’T HEAR NNNGGGHHH!”
Burlingame brought her thighs together in a leggy take on the Bell Ringer that ‘smacked’ her thighs against the Englishwoman’s ears. Clambering away on all fours following the Ace’s rebuke, Bliss shook the worst of the fog from her mind, then rose on legs that could give out at any moment. Taking the briefest of moments to adjust her distended togs, Eliza Bliss smoothed back her hair, wiped a sheen of sweat from her torso and finally raised her right hand in anticipation of another Cleft Note.
“On your feet, chorus girl.” she sneered at the recovering Courtier. “The spotlight is burning hot and bright and the star of the show demands your attention.”
Susan rose up, flicked hair out of her face and peeled off the remnants of her top. “YOU demand MY attention?”
Eliza flexed the nasty ‘C’ shaped talon of her right hand. “And your talons.” she whispered. “Raise your talon and pick your target. Let’s see whose voice cracks first.”
Susan didn’t smile, but she produced a claw readily enough. “You’re going to sob yourself hoarse, bytch.”
As opposed to Eliza’s curled wriggling digits, Susan’s set were underhanded, both literally and figuratively.
The women stepped to each other, unafraid but anxious not to have their areas of interest penetrated. Susan was tight-lipped and Eliza swiveled her hips to move toward Burlingame while keeping her legs shut tight in defense.
From a few feet away, the Black Courtier drove a Toe Kick toward the Brit’s belly, but Blissy was ready and snatched it out of the air, her palms wrapping around Susan’s right ankle. With a frustrated Burlingame hopping on her left, Eliza tugged her off-balance foe forward and calle an audible as Susan stumbles toward her, lips still tightly pursed.
Dipping her right hand, the Songbird THRUST her talons into the slot between Burlingame’s thighs, DRIVING the digits upward into the Rainmaker’s crotch. No stranger to choking grasps she, Eliza tore and squeezed her flexing fingers into Burlingame’s privates. Susan, caught off guard, was frozen in anguish, her legs seemingly paralyzed by the invasion between them.
Rising to tiptoes, dark eyes welling, Susan’s arms moved to Bliss’ shoulders and tried to shove her away, but the determined Englishwoman won’t have it. She wriggled her digits deeper between and Burlingame whimpers.
“I’m loving the spotlight. Are you?” Eliza asked, clenching her claw with as much strength as her muscles could muster, finally enough for Susan to loosen her lips and wail.
The sound only escaped for a moment as the Sublime Soprano quickly STUFFED a rare left-handed Cleft Note into her foe’s open maw, sinking the curled digits into her foe’s mandible and locking tight. Attacking low and high, Eliza rotated slightly to her left to better DRIVE both claws deeper into their respective creases and the panicked reaction was immediate from Burlingame.
Grasping at Eliza’s wrist with her right hand, she tried to remove the ‘Note’. But the effort, difficult in the best of circumstances, was nigh impossible with the waves of anguish emanating from below. With her left, she balled her fingers and drove a fist into Eliza’s midriff, drawing a grunt and a wince from the Brit. The increasingly flustered and anguished Susan repeated, repeated, repeated, Blissy starting to double from the pek pek pek of determined if not overly powerful lefts.
Just as it seemed Eliza might be about to give up the genius two-sided, ten-pronged attack, Susan surrendered her offense to grasp at the wrist of her foe’s lower attack.
The crowd roared at the sight, nearly incredulous to see Burlingame, an icon of Eliza’s long singles futility, reduced to sputtering ineffectual defense against the conquering claws of the diva. Surviving the counter with both fronts intact, Blissy gritted her perfect pearlies and worked her claws more vigorously than ever. Fingers quested into Susan’s loosening jaw and tested the thin sheath over Burlingame’s kitty as Bliss viciously chewed into the Rainmaker’s nethers.
Almost simultaneously, the panic in Susan’s face mixed with disbelief when her straining muscles started to fail her. Burlingame’s tensed legs shimmied and jelled, allowing Eliza deeper entrance. Above, her head bobbled, eyes losing their focus. Eliza’s double-hinged gambit was beating her…HER.
Susan’s arms started to drop to her sides, falling away from either wrist. But then they spasmed to life, Burlingame moving her palms to encircle Eliza’s throat. Sending every bit of fight left into throttling Bliss, Susan’s hands tightened, the diva’s doe eyes widening as she choked in restricted breaths.
But instead of releasing, Eliza flexed her biceps and crunched her crotch claw in stronger. She hooked her ‘Note’ in deeper and Susan’s throttling hands loosened quickly, arms falling leaden as she sank to her knees. A focused Eliza follows her down, keeping both claws in place for the ride until finally ripping and twisting her crotch claw away, providing Susan a brutal front wedgie in the process.
Burlingame shrieked in pain though it’s muffled into loud gurgles by Blissy’s Cleft Note which gets secured further with her right hand now providing support that slowly but surely drove Susan back, the dried up Rainmaker’s hammies forced atop her calves as her legs were folded beneath her.
Bliss, winning the high noon showdown at center stage of Mania in domineering fashion, had the fluttering eyes of Burlingame rolling white as her shoulders were lowered slowly, like her dominance over the diva is lowered six feet under.
The Blackbird seemed ready to pin Susan to the canvas with her Note, but she stopped with the lifeless Burlingame’s shoulders a few inches above the deck.
“Check her, if you please,” Eliza asks politely if winded and sweat-drenched.
The man does as he’s told, lifting Susan’s left arm once, twice and THRICE. Each time the golden-brown limb fell back to the canvas, the spotlight melting her and belonging to the diva.
As the bell brought Bliss to the end of a long journey to prove herself, she let Susan drop free of her ‘Note’, flopping to the canvas, a line of Rainmaker spittle briefly trailing from Burlingame’s lips to her uncurling fingers.
The official grabbed the Brit’s left wrist and helped the diva to her feet, raising her arm high as the Announcer confirmed the fan-friendly result. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knockout… ELIZA BLISS!”
Eliza bowed to each side of the arena, sweat rolling off her ivory-skinned frame. She took a step to the ropes but stops. Turning, she gazed at the snoozing Susan and the remains of her top laid nearby. Dropping to one knee, she claimed the garment in one hand, then got to her feet and held it high even as she planted the sole of one boot atop Burlingame’s cheek.
Holding the garment aloft over a topless Rainmaker to the roar of the crowd, Eliza left the stage triumphant, the ringing echoes of “BRAVA!” reverberating through the crowd.
“Ladies and gentlemen the next contest is scheduled for one fall and has a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, from London, England, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds. She is the Sublime Soprano, the Renaissance Woman…ELIZA BLISSSS!”
ELIZA BLISS:
A sweet melodious set of notes reached to the heights, the highest high of soprano superlatives could not describe the beauty of the operatic ecstasy. Nor could it do justice the beauty that stood in the entryway. Unlike most of her career, where her evil ways had led fans to tear into the despicable diva, the FAWNatics now reveled in the music and the woman providing it to them.
Eliza raised her arms dramatically and serenaded the FAWNatics with her own entrance accompaniment, no one else able to reach the perfect notes of operatic rapture. The slender, sinewy brunette, long locks falling in great cascades, was clad in a tight, lacy black two-piece that clung tightly to her lightly tanned form; curious, futuristic, metallic wristbands, glittered from each wrist to only a few inches short of her elbows. Below, she wore tempting, knee-high black leather boots. The Englishwoman strode down the aisle belting out the concluding aria of Giulio Cesare, the opera that had made her famous or infamous, depending on fan or foe.
Looking closely, there seemed an air of uncertainty and the occasional slightest break of a note or two. Considering the opponent and the pressure of tonight’s match, the diva’s chorus of fans showed no less love over the slight trips of the tonsils.
As Bliss moved toward the ring, she finished her beautiful verse and slapped hands with those on the aisle, waving and smiling.
Eliza circled the battleground, bowing and making contact with the crowd, particularly pleased with a placard that noted:
“Don’t hate the player. Hate the Burlingame!”
The sinewy brunette turned to the ring and skipped up the steps. Sliding through the ropes, she moved to her corner, still owning the ‘stage’ in every sense of the word. A performer of unequalled beauty and poise, Eliza flexed and stretched, preparing for the fight of her life and perhaps the last chance to show she could not only hang with but beat the Rainmaker.
Eliza’s lovely notes were still fluttering in the cheap seats when the Announcer raised his microphone. And introducing her opponent, representing the Black Court, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is the Bankable Bombshell, the Rainmaker, THE ACE, she is SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
The speakers cut loose with an electronic scream and the Fawnamania crowd countered with more of the throat-born variety, such was always the reaction when the Ace arrived on scene. Never happier than when she was the center of attention (especially at the biggest show of the year) Sue Burlingame swatted her way through the curtain and stretched her arms in a wide ‘T’ that called down a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro from overhead. At the moment the tawny brunette hardbody wore what had to be a custom design from one of the more heel-leaning designers in FAWN’s art department. It was a snug black tank-top sporting a stylized cartoon songbird getting X-rayed by a bolt of lightning from some clouds overhead. Beneath it was the phrase: Mania ‘15, The Day The Music Died. This got plenty of boos from the opera aficionados in attendance, not that their disdain got anything more than rolled eyes from the Rainmaker. Actually, it looked like she was about to answer, but then she shooed them away with a flip of her hand and wiped some dust off her shiny black wrestling boots instead.
Satisfied that she’d given these losers enough time to acclimate themselves to her hotness, Burlingame grabbed the bottom edge of her tank-top in both hands and peeled it off in a single well practiced movement. Then she tossed it aside and ran an appraising hand over the washboard expanse of her midsection, just one of the glorious weapons she planned to use on the washed up lounge act waiting for her in the ring. For her match tonight she wore the usual dark blue two piece with gold trim. Emily had asked if she’d wanted to spring for special attire but Susan had declined. It was Mania sure, but special attire was for special challenges and Eliza Bliss was anything but. Even so, the mundane nature of her prey didn’t stop the Ace from strutting down the ramp like she was on her way to the biggest title match of her career.
Easily avoiding all the hands stretched in her direction, Susan eventually broke into a full on sprint, dove under the bottom rope and sprang to her feet. Positioned directly in the center of the ring, she smirked at referee Craig Long before turning to Eliza. “I’d ask you to shake hands, but I wouldn’t want to break it again.” Bliss snarled and started forward only to be corralled by the official. “Ohhhhh, don’t worry, bytch.” Susan snarked as she backed into her corner. “He won’t be there to protect you for much longer.”
The bell CLANGED, meaning Eliza Bliss finally had a clear shot at the Rainmaker. That Burlingame had a clear shot at her too never crossed the Superlative Soprano’s mind. She’d been defeated by Susannah Burlingame too many times. Been humiliated by Susannah Burlingame too many times. SHARED her beloved spotlight with Susannah Burlingame too many times. That ended tonight. What started as their final duet would end with her glorious solo, one provided the faintest of accompaniment by the American’s sobs trembling against her undercarriage. Already hearing (and feeling) those glorious notes, Bliss strode forward to meet her hated adversary.
In the opposite corner, Susan saw Eliza’s plans written all over her face. She smirked, making no attempt to hide it. Bliss was a serious competitor, the Ace would never have bothered with her if she were not, but the Briton’s steadfast belief that she was an equal, if not downright better than the former World Champ was why Burlingame took such delight in embarrassing her over and over again. Strutting out to meet the Renaissance Woman, Sue paused a few feet shy of the other brunette and looked her up n’ down.
“Finally landed a spot on the biggest stage of them all, Eliza. You’re welcome, by the way. How would you like to start? A few scales? Perhaps some sight reading? Maybe even a lip sync batNGH!”
Eliza slapped her across the face, much to the delight of the capacity crowd. Head twisted to the side by the force of the Songbird’s smack, Burlingame returned her attention to Bliss and discovered she’d raised her left hand high overhead. “You’re going to take this seriously, Susannah.” Bliss said softly. “If you don’t, I won’t just beat you. I’ll humiliate you. No… I’ll… diminish you.”
Susan arched an eyebrow ever so slightly. “And how are you going to do that, Bliss? Gonna sing a diss track?”
“I’ll strip you down to your boots and pads.” Eliza answered with no hesitation.
Burlingame’s dark eyes tossed sparks. “That song’s beyond your capabilities, Lizzie.”
“Is it?” Bliss’s fingers twitched. “Then raise your hand and show me, Suzie.”
Sue did, her right hand meeting Eliza’s in a surprisingly light touch that tightened down to a white-knuckled clench almost at once. The Englishwoman raised her other hand and Susan did the same. Their fingers were mere inches apart when Eliza’s hand crooked into a ‘C’ and darted toward the Ace’s lips. The Bankable Bombshell stepped back, giving herself just enough time and room to snatch hold of the sneaky bytch’s wrist. “Clever, bird brain.” she told the startled brunette. “Might’ve worked if--” Susan tossed the hand aside, spun and dropped low, lashing out one leg to sweep Eliza’s ank--NO!
Bliss hopped over that scything gam and thrust another Cleft Note at Burlingame’s mouth as she started to rise. But Susan foiled that one as well, using nothing more complicated than a Greco Roman Knuckle-Lock.
Knowing full well that the black-clad battler could apply that damned claw with either hand, Sue jumped and landed with her boots on the other woman’s upper thighs. Her free hand went to the base of Bliss’s neck and she rolled / dropped onto her back. Eliza flew overhead and landed flat on her back with a loud ‘UUUNNNNGGGHH!” Her spine was still working through its initial arch when Burlingame tumbled backward and landed heavily astride her chest. Pinning the Brit’s captured hand to the mat, Susan slid forward and pressed her thighs against Bliss’s cheeks. Craig Long saw the cover, dove in beside them and counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
Eliza got her free hand against opposing backside and shoved at the same time she bridged. Susan tumbled forward onto all fours, crawled clear by a few feet and scrambled to verticality just as Bliss did the same. Eliza readied her right hand for a third Cleft Note but when Susan raised her defenses the Sinister Songbird went low and hooked her foe behind the knees. A sharp tug knocked Burlingame onto her back, leaving her a perfect target for Bliss, who somersaulted over to land on her back and feet, the former pressed against Sue’s chest and belly while the former were flush with the canvas. Jackknifed nice and tight, Susan bucked and squirmed while the ref tolled…
ONE…
TWO…
Burlingame bucked her off and rolled clear. Going from a crouch to a sprint to a leap in the blink of an eye, Susan cranked back her right arm for a huge Flying Forearm Sm--”GUUUUHHHRRRRRKK!” Eliza shot up her left hand and stuffed her middle and ring fingers into the Black Courtier’s mouth. Thumb pressed to the shelf of Burlingame’s chin before her feet returned to the mat, Eliza squeezed hard and grinned from ear to ear when her foe’s knees almost buckled.
“Just like THAT, understudy!” she crowed to the wide-eyed Yank. “Just. Like. ThaNNNNGGGHHH!”
Sue leaned heavily on her left foot, then brought her right leg up n’ around to THWHACK off the side of her rival’s skull. The Roundhouse might have lost a *little* of its strength thanks to the Claw, but not nearly enough to keep Bliss from stumbling away when it connected. Susan stomped after her, grabbed hold of British waistband and jerked her back into a Full Nelson. With Bliss’s chin stuffed down into the top of her own cleavage, Burlingame dropped her hips and peeled off a high, gorgeous bridge that did ugly, ugly things when she let loose at the apex. Eliza flew over and THWHAMMED down hard on her face, chest and belly.
RELEASE DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwTlzVQToio
Bounced onto her knees by the Dragon Suplex, Bliss could’ve made it to her feet if Susan hadn’t slithered in behind her and slipped a Scissors around her waist. A single hard squeeze got Bliss’s hands smacking at the American’s knees and thighs. Such a tactic might’ve gotten her free with enough time, unfortunately Sue snatched hold of her right wrist and folded that arm up between her shoulders with a Hammerlock. To make matters worse she cupped the fingers of her free hand around Bliss’s twitching fingers and bent them back far enough to make the other brunette yelp.
“I put you on the shelf once, asshole.” Sue whispered in her rival’s ear. “If I have to put you there again you’ll never leave.”
Eliza shook her head ‘no’ so she didn’t have to waste breath answering Craig’s question of surrender. Her golden voice was reserved exclusively for the Ace. “Smashing my hand was the act of a desperate twat, Susan.” she grunted. “Do the same tonight and you’ll prove to the fans what I already knooowwwwnnnnngghhhhh!”
Susan dug her knees into Eliza’s ribs and ratcheted up the two-pronged assault on her opponent’s right hand. “What do you know, Eliza?” she purred. “Please, enlighten me.”
“You’re afraid of me.” Bliss replied through gritted teeth. “You may have peaked, but I’m still getting better. You’ve seen it every time we’ve fought and you know it’s only a matter of NNNGGGHHHH!”
Burlingame released Eliza’s fingers and PWAAAAKED a hard Forearm Smash across the back of her head. Then she leaned forward, coiled her left arm around the Soprano’s throat and wrenched back in an Inverted Facelock. The addition of the Hammerlock meant it wasn’t quite a Beast Choker, but the Facelock and Scissors were a hellish combination indeed.
“I’ve peaked?” Susan snarled. “PEAKED? Bitch, I am a TWO TIME FAWN World Champ and I’m barely thirty! I could run this place for another ten years without breaking a sweat and another fifteen if I really wanted to prove a point! You think I’ve peaked? Try to say it to my face without tearing up! Better yet, just tap the f*ck out so I can get back to beating women who actually matter!” Point made, she bore down on the Scissors, wrenched back on the Facelock and pushed up on the Hammerlock.
Mired deep in that hellish trio, Eliza waggled an index ‘no!’ then started to pound a heel against the canvas in hopes of drawing the FAWNatics to her cause.
And while the crowd picked up the beat, their inspirational response didn’t stop Susan’s lithe frame from tightening each noose, leaving little option for escape. Still, the caged songbird wouldn’t surrender. And as her lids began to flutter, she managed to press her boots to the canvas and push off, rolling Burlingame onto her shoulders.
The ref slid down to the Rainmaker and slapped the canvas with vigor, counting out...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
While the count was close, the veteran was never in danger. She released her Scissors and Hammerlock, rolling to her side with only the Facelock remaining. With it, the golden-brown-skinned grappler tugged the depleted diva up with her.
Susan twisted around her foe, giving up one grip for another, drawing Eliza into a tight front version of the Facelock, the opposite set of fingers gripped the hip of Blissy’s togs before Susan SNAPPED her rival up and over with a warp-speed Suplex. Eliza’s spin SLAMMED to the deck. But with barely the time to arch her backbone in reaction, Burlingame was spinning and forcing the beautiful Bliss up again for another Snap Suplex and ANOTHER.
After the third, a slightly breathless Burlingame released and pushed to her feet, Eliza remaining grounded, this time given enough slack to fully feel her aches and pains and the trifecta had made for plenty, Bliss wincing as she massaged her lower back, perfect pearlies clenching.
When Eliza made the slightest movement to rise, Susan was upon her, yanking her fellow brunette up and again capturing Bliss in a position perfect for SNAPPING. A mournful groan escaped the soprano’s lips as she seemed unable to stop a fourth trip and indeed she headed up. But Susan had something more in mind for this cherry on top, sending Eliza up, but then dropping the Blackbird straight down on her skull with a Snap Brainbuster.
SNAP BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8bhFZWy-3c
Eliza spasmed to a seated position from the fateful, resounding impact. She’s already fainting to the mat when Susan expedited the process, shoving her down the rest of the way. Burlingame climbed aboard the demolished Bliss in a full body pin, nodding along with the slaps of the canvas.
ONE…
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THRNOOO!
The diva threw a shoulder up, at the very least making Susan present another verse before the grand finale. The gorgeous Black Courtier looked remarkably unconcerned. She slid the rest of the way off the drained soprano and kipped to her feet like a lightweight.
Sweeping her dark locks off her brow and over an ear, Susan looked to the crowd with a shrug, the FAWNatics responding with a loud set of jeers.
“Wasn’t this time supposed to be different?” Susan asked with a smirk. Burlingame ran her fingers down the length of her tawny form. “There’s a reason they can’t live without me at the biggest Pay-Per-View of the year.”
She backpedaled to the ropes as Eliza rose to her knees in front of Burlingame. “Because I make it rain!”
Susan shot forward as a droopy Bliss rose slowly, getting her feet beneath, but only for a second as Susan delivered a wicked Axe Kick to the back of Eliza’s skull, the Brit faceplanting into the thinly sheathed plywood.
AXE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZAH-wewNbjA
Susan drops to her knees next to the wounded Blackbird, shoving the ragdolled Englishwoman to her back and covering with a lateral press, Susan not bothering to hook a leg for...
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Eliza kicked free with inches left from the official’s hand striking home for the last time.
With Bliss much the worse for wear, the ivory-skinned Blackbird battered into silence; Susan mounted Eliza in a kneeling straddle and paintbrushed her with a right forehand then a backhand, Blissy’s head snapping from side to side.
“Who‘s the understudy?” Burlingame sniped as she popped to her feet. And, with a hand buried in Eliza’s dark locks, Susan tugged her apparent back-up singer up to wobble in front of her, Blissy’s doe eyes glassy, even after the bracing, open-hand cracks.
Emily West’s right hand used both to bully the staggering Eliza to a corner. Reaching the buckles, Susan took the inside, her back against the corner literally if not figuratively. She hopped to the middle ropes and tugged the flaccid Brit toward her, underhooking Eliza’s arms to put an end to this match with the Burlingamebreaker.
But before the unders are completely hooked, a desperate Bliss rammed the crown of her head into the Susan’s kitty, not once, or twice, BUT THRICE!
Glossy arms dropping to her side, her jaw dropping as well, Burlingame’s dark eyes rolled white from the butts to her crotch. A woozy Eliza climbed in front of the seated and anguished Rainmaker.
Barely able to keep her balance, Eliza nevertheless leveled a series of forearms to Susan’s jaw. Burlingame, frozen in place, soaked up each one, slowly whiplashing through a 180 until the Black Courtier was facing the cheering throngs.
With the bronzed beauty sitting in the direction of the FAWNatics, Eliza turned her back to her foe and reached over her right shoulder to slip an arm under the chin of the aching Burlingame. The fans exploded with excitement, realizing the opportunity to cheer BRAVA! to the sublime soprano is approaching.
BRAVA! @ 00:51
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSM5Hc6WA1Y
Eliza laid out, ripping Susan from her perch and DRIVING the back of her braincase into the deck. Susan’s lithe frame folded on top of itself before ending in a tangled heap. The crowd rejoiced over Blissy’s first sweet note in a very long time. But the blasted Blackbird was slow to take advantage, needing some recovery time of her own from Susan’s early domination.
Eventually the delicious diva’s wits and strength were in a sufficient supply to make her feet, with the help of the ropes. The alabaster-skinned brunette reached the game Susan with the Rainmaker to her knees. Dropping there herself, Eliza then delivered a vicious uppercut throat thrust that had a bug-eyed Susan gasping for oxygen.
Burlingame, amidst her gagging, struggled to her feet and staggered toward the middle with Eliza in pursuit. Snuggling in from behind, the songbird wrapped an arm around the reddening neck of Burlingame. She snaked her opposite arm in place for a Sleeper, but the Sublime Soprano had instant gratification in mind.
Eliza ripped Lily’s Big Sis off her boot leather with a superior Suplex the PLANTED Susan on her crown.
SLEEPER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZDgny1mMMc
Burlingame slopped to her chest, sliding against the canvas with enough force to displace her top, one breast finding its way bare before she skidded to a stop on her chest and belly. The roaring crowd called for a pancake flip and Eliza did the deed, though for the count, not the titillation.
The referee, momentarily agape, found his wits and dropped to his knees, slapping the canvas for...
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Burlingame rolled a shoulder off the mat, denying Eliza the biggest win of her career by half a second. “Yuuuhhh… you desperate skank.” Sue muttered as she divided her efforts between adjusting her distended top and soothing the ache between her thighs. “How are you supposed to inspire all those toad-faced, tin-eared little girls out there if you can’t compete without working my trUNNEERRKKS OOOFFFFHHH!”
Eliza plunged her hands into the American’s hair, hauled her to a seat and THWHUMPED her left knee between Burlingame’s shoulders. “You’re one to talk about inspiration.” the Superlative Soprano reached over with her left hand, helped herself to the Ace’s right ankle and pulled the whole leg up across her left thigh in an awkward Figure Four. Still holding that ankle captive, Bliss dipped under her foe’s right arm and craaaaaaaaaaaanked it back at a sharp angle to secure a grounded Abdominal Stretch. Eliza rocked up n’ down a bit and batted her eyes at the crowd when the started a ‘TAP!’ chant. Returning her attention to the other brunette, she added, “As I recall, your own flesh and blood was so embarrassed by your behavior that she joined FAWN under a mask.
GROUNDED ABDOMINAL STRETCH @ 1:34
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLXPvbj9PhQ
Sue shook her head ‘no’ to answer Craig’s question of submission and to refute Bliss’s patently false statement. “You lying bytch.” she growled. “That’s not what happened and OH, YOURE GOING TO DIE FOR THAT YOU PASTY FACED GGGRREEERRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Eliza raised her right hand (it’d been braced against the canvas) pinched a bit of Susan’s top and pulled down just enough to spill the former World Champ’s bounty a second time. Then she palmed the heiress’s breast in her hand and squeezed like a woman trying to crush an apple. “You’re not going to do anything but sit there and wail you spoiled little brat.” the Songbird said pleasantly. “I promised you humiliation on the grandest stage there is and it’s only just beginning.”
Sue groaned, smacked her left heel against the mat and reeeeeeeached for the ropes with her left hand, but Eliza’s plant leg made it little more than a fool’s errand. Indeed, things got that much worse for the Rainmaker when Eliza took her nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisted in a slow, steady circle. “Hold a perfect high note when you bawl ‘I submit’ and I’ll let you go, Suzie.” Bliss cooed. “But if your voices cracks I’ll twist this nasty thing right oFFFEERRGGGHH HAIR! HAIR, REF!”
Susan had in fact hooked her trapped right hand into the Briton’s dark locks. Yanking and tearing with the look of a woman possessed, she didn’t even acknowledge Craig’s presence until he started to count and probably wouldn’t have released her grip if Eliza hadn’t abandoned the breast claw for a THWAPPING Forearm Smash to the ribs. That loosened the talons in her hair quite nicely so she did it again and again and again, the former Lightweight Champion pounding away on that tawny flank until it practically glowed under the hot lights.
Ending it only when her anger had faded the tiniest bit, Bliss slipped her right hand under Sue’s right bicep and wrenched the attached arm overhead in a Half Nelson. That meant half of the Courtier’s goods were once again on very public display, which probably explained why she didn’t pay that much attention when Eliza hauled her to boot leather. Susan’s left arm was still free to cause problems so the Briton put an end to that by curling her own arm around it in a snug Chickenwing. Eyes wide with alarm, Sue shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ alas, Eliza would not be denied and she peeled off a perfect bridge that THWHUMPED the other brunette down on the back of her head and neck. Folded in half with her toes somewhere up around her ears, Burlingame showed no signs of life until the zebra counted…
SOUBRETTE-PLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FnQrHnkN7eM
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She kicked free of the matchbook and ended up stretched out on her belly, not the best position when your opposition was an extremely motivated technician with an axe to grind. “Get used to having your ass in the air, sweetheart.” Eliza cooed in the midst of peeling her opposition off the mat. “In the ring, I mean. Lord knows you’re used to it everywhere NGHH!”
Sue pounded her across the nose with a Headbutt that watered the Songbird’s eyes. “There’s only one place my ass is going tonight, loser.” she growled. “and I’m looking at HOOUUFFFFHHH!”
Bliss answered with a huge Kneelift to the belly, then palmed the back of Sue’s skull. Turning away from the winded American, she raced across the ring with Burlingame in tow and-- surprise and disappointment from those assembled when the Ace reversed positions and hurled Bliss over the top rope to a very painful landing on the flooNOOOO! Eliza snatched the rubber-coated steel in both hands, reeled herself in and landed on the apron with a low, heavy thump.
Susan had turned away once she threw out the trash, now she whirled and growled at the tenacious Blackbird. Teeth bared in a snarl, she rushed the ropes with a Forearm Smash on her mind and ate a high Roundhouse upside the head for her troubles. The kick sent Burlingame staggering toward the middle of the squared circle which gave Bliss all the time she needed to grab the top rope in both hands. Then she sank into a deep crouch, vaulted onto her perch and went down in a second crouch. She was only there for a second but that proved more than enough for Susan, who hopped forward on her left foot and TWHACKED a perfect Super Kick into the Englishwoman’s cheek. Bliss’s noggin snapped back and she fell from the ropes to the apron, where she immediately crumpled onto her back.
NO SPRINGBOARDS ALLOWED @ 1:54
www.youtube.com/watch?v=__-Af9zDRxQ
On the other side of the ropes, Sue finally set her top to rights and then flipped the bird to everyone who dared boo the adjustment. Dismissing the idiots in favor of a target she could really punish, Burlingame reached over, buried her hands in Eliza’s hair and hauled her to verticality. “Garbage like you doesn’t belong in my ring.” she told the weak-kneed brunette. “But you sure as hell aren’t getting counted out, either.”
The Ace grabbed Bliss’s right wrist and draped that arm over her right shoulder, then hooked her own right arm across Eliza’s chest so she could cup the back of her head. Reaching over with her left hand, she snagged the Renaissance Woman’s waistband and used the grip to muscle her into the air. Stepping back when Bliss was near the apex of her lift, the Bankable Bombshell positioned herself so that Eliza was hanging with her ankles on the top rope at one end and caught in Sue’s clutches on the other. Eyes trained on the nearest camera, the Rainmaker announced, “This bytch belongs to me.” The crowd hadn’t yet begun to jeer the domineering statement when Burlingame laid out on her back to TWHUNK her prey’s face into the mat with a ridiculously elevated Reverse STO.
Eliza hit full force and rolled onto her back with the help of a little shoveling from the Black Courtier. Too angry to bother with a proper cover, the former FAWN World Champion laid one heavy knee atop the Soprano’s bust and spread her arms wide while the ref counted…
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Bliss fought clear, much to the delight of the crowd. Susan didn’t like it very much, nor did she quite believe it when the outclassed bytch had the temerity to send a slow motion Cleft Note toward her lips. She snatched Bliss’s wrist, pulled her hand close and CHOMPED down on those questing fingers until Long started to count. “What’s wrong, Lizzie? Starting to feel the pressure? Starting to feel the flop sweat oozing out of your pores? Maybe you’re just flushed and need to cool down.”
Burlingame seized hold of the other brunette’s dark top and peeled it away, leaving her bare to the waist and pink for an entirely different reason. No showboating with the shorn top, Sue kept it close while she yanked Bliss to a seat. Gripping it at both ends, she wedged the lycra into Eliza’s mouth like a bridle and pulled back as hard as she could.
Drawing the diva’s head back with her makeshift reins, Blissy’s bare chest thrust forward, Burlingame sneered with delight at showing her inferior up and off to the fawning FAWNatics. Eliza’s shouts were muffled by the handcrafted garrote and Susan made sure the crowd knew it.
“This is the best she’s sounded in years,” she bellowed to the assembled.
Booting the Brit beauty in the bum as she rose, Susan forced Bliss from a seat to all fours then mounted her filly, viciously yanking on her bra-idle. Eliza reared to shake her tawny rider, but Burlingame was determined to break her foal. Susan held for more the eight seconds and, finally, the official decided a count might be in order. At ‘FOUR!’, Susan drew the garment clears of Eliza’s mouth, only to use it as a whip. A snap sent Bliss lurching forward, the gagging soprano reaching for her stinging behind.
The Rainmaker tossed Eliza’s top aside, ready to take the Blackbird all the way back to irrelevance in topless style. With Bliss on her knees, Susan approached from behind and sank her nails into Blissy’s scalp. Eliza rose at Susan’s command with a high-pitched yelp. The Black Courtier spun the redfaced Bliss to face her and immediately dipped to swing an arm through the stems of the soprano.
Susan ‘hupped’ Eliza onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Bliss had time to drive one elbow into Burlingame’s temple but Emily West’s go-to ignored it. She tossed Bliss off her back, pivoting as she did, grasping Eliza’s head over a shoulder. As the doe-eyed heiress dropped to one knee, she forced Eliza’s face there and destroyed the diva with a brutal ‘breaker.
FIREMAN’S CARRY FACEBREAKER @ 00:16
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
Blissy’s braincase snapped violently away from the impact, leaving her a wobbling warbler, standing but glassy-eyed in front of a rising Burlingame.
“Are you starting to understand, once and for all?” Susan asked.
The lolling of Eliza’s noggin made it look to some as though she did and the effect was not lost on a grinning Susan. Burlingame motions to Eliza. “Give the woman some credit. She knows removed from Dare she’s a curtain jerker and those tits aren’t getting you any higher on the card. Sorry Blissy.”
Burlingame moved to Eliza’s side without any acknowledgement from the dazed Briton. Reaching her destination, she leapt into the air and swung through her signature Death Roll, Burlingame’s heel moving toward a collision with the back of Bliss’ cranium.
But as the boot neared the target, Eliza, through luck or design, dropped to one knee. Susan sailed overhead, crashing to the canvas, ending her flight on the base of her spine. The gorgeous heiress arched in pain from the landing and things quickly went from bad to worse for the Rainmaker when a reborn if not re-clothed Eliza grabbed an ankle and spun Susan to her chest.
Locking up her foe’s legs in a nasty knot then clamping it shut with her own posted stem, Blissy reached forward to cup her hands under the chin of Burlingame. The snarling diva hauled back on Susan’s head. With the Black Courtier’s legs possessed, she could do little to escape as Eliza wrenched away with her Deathlock Camel Clutch.
DEATHLOCK CAMEL CLUTCH@ 00:13{/b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXvbSKohcqM
Susan grimaced, the lithe, golden-brown superstar in agony as Eliza showed she’s no second-string Blackbird. The Brit worked Susan like a part-time job until she decided she’d had enough fun cracking Burlingame’s vertebrae and SLAMMED Susan’s face into the deck with extreme prejudice, delighting the Mania attendees as The Rainmaker’s flawless features BANGED off the deck.
Remarkably, the Black Courtier bounced to her knees from the face slam and pushed to her feet, even beating Eliza there. But Bliss wasn’t far behind and was much more aware of her surroundings. Susan spun to find her foe and did so much more quickly than she planned.
Bliss wrapped an arm around Susan’s chest, curling the limb around both shoulders, her opposite number pressing against the small of Burlingame’s back. Dropping to one knee, Eliza forces Susan’s spinal column down upon the bended joint, the Backbreaker drawing a yelp from the multi-time FAWN World Champion. And Eliza’s always ready to add an Encore to her Encore. From her genuflection, Eliza threw her sinewy frame in reverse and finished her signature lethal combination with another face bruising smash to the mat.
ENCORE! ENCORE!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ro8E3HZ6Db4
On a roll and, seemingly forgetting her state of undress, Eliza shoved the stunned Susan to her back and spread her topless frame over the stupefied Susan, hooking a leg for the ONE…TWO…and Burlingame kicks free, shoving Eliza up to hands and knees with authority.
The touch of Susan’s fingers to her bare bosom seemed to remind the Brit she’s missing some of her wardrobe. Her head on a swivel, Bliss quickly spotted the top and scooped it up quickly maneuvering it back into place if at an eye-catching angle, for Blissy didn’t have time for perfect placement.
Susan, showing only part of what made her a constant threat and World Title hopeful was back on her way up, if unsteadily. Interrupted, the slender soprano didn’t mind taking up further arms against her tormentor. Instead, the Brit crept into Susan’s six and stayed there through a staggering circle by Susan.
Realizing Eliza’s game as her head cleared, Susan quickly spun to face Bliss, fists raised, but Eliza’s right hand split the defenses and the digits slipped between Susan’s lips, sinking into her lower palate. The Cleft Note pressing deep into Susan’s mandible, Eliza added a controlling left hand behind Burlingame’s braincase and set to work sending the squirming, panicking, wide-eyed Burlingame into dreamland.
Susan pried at Eliza’s wrist, trying to free herself to no avail. In a dozen seconds of thrashing, her copper-skinned stems turn gelatinous, Burlingame slumping, her face falling into Eliza’s partially covered chest. Adjusting her clamp for close quarters, Eliza couldn’t react fast enough when Susan’s hands shot behind her head, cupping her cranium and the crown of Burlingame’s noggin pressed tight to her chin.
Susan dropped to her knees and delivered a Jawbreaker that sent the ‘Note’ flying out of Burlingame’s maw as Eliza staggered from the whiplashing impact, Bliss ending deep in a corner, her hands thrown over the ropes on either side.
Recovering quickly once the other brunette’s second rate claw was out of her mouth, Burlingame flipped a tangle of sweaty hair off her face and spied Eliza smudged in against the buckles. “That’s the last time you’re gonna put your fucking hands on me you glorified karaoke singer.” she promised in a low, hateful growl. Vertical shortly thereafter, the Ace charged, hopped and THWHACKED her right knee against her foe’s forehead.
Bliss’s noggin snapped back, her hair a dark storm cloud that dissipated the instant her head lolled forward. “No going to sleep on me, Lizzie.” Susan cooed. “This is ’Mania after all. Not one of your nauseating operas.” ’Operas’ was still hanging between them when the heiress fashioned both hands into talons and affixed them to the Englishwoman’s almost bare bounty.
The Superlative Soprano threw her head back for the second time in less than a minute only now there was a high, crystalline shriek to go along with it. “That’s right punk, scream as loud as you want!” Burlingame dug in with her nails and twisted her wrists in opposite directions like she intended to rip off double handfuls. “Scream until every single one of them knows you’re not good enough to hang with--” She would’ve said ’me’ if Bliss hadn’t raised her own claws, presumably to muster a counterattack or defense. Susan didn’t care much one way or the other, she simply narrowed her focus to Eliza’s buds and twisted twice as hard.
“OOOOHHHHHH YOU BYTCH!” the former Lightweight Champion sobbed as Burlingame’s pincers did their savage work. Strength sapped by the humiliating double tweak, Bliss could only paw and push at the American’s shoulders until Craig Long strode over to get them out of the corner.
“All right Susan, get off her chest and take it off the buckles, all right?”
Susan knew she could’ve exploited the count but decided against it. Instead she puuuuuuuulled Eliza’s nipples one more time, then lowered a shoulder and dove into that defenseless British belly. Staying close, she looped her arms around the other brunette’s upper thighs and boosted her into a dispirited seat on the top turnbuckle. “Stay right there on your perch, little bird. I’ll be right back.” Burlingame reared back and CRAAACKED her foe across the mouth with a scathing Bytch Slap, whether to keep her in place or just because she was of the mind to smack a Brit, no one knew.
Regardless of motivations, the Bankable Bombshell spun around on her heel and sprinted to the opposite corner, where she hopped onto the middle turnbuckle just long enough to push off and turn around in mid-air. On the move the instant her feet touched down, Susan raced along her own back-trail and took to the skies when she was only a few feet out from the corner. Her legs opened wide, then ‘smecked’ closed in a gammy guillotine cinched tight around her opponent’s neck. Then she torqued backward to fling Eliza from the post all the way to the mat below. Even worse, Burlingame held her mount through the descent and she landed in a firm seat atop the other brunette’s chest. Susan didn’t bother with a pin, she only pressed her gams a little tighter against Eliza’s cheeks and curled her right hand into a fist. This she quickly applied to the Englishwoman’s forehead, just pwak-pwak-PWAAAKING away.
HAIL MARY 'RANA @ 00:34
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
Craig saw the mount and swooped in to check Bliss’s shoulders. Turned out they were down, at least occasionally, but never for more than a second at a time. Though technically obligated to make the count, the ref held back if only because Susan had made no demand for one.
Several seconds of this painful roughhousing ticked off the clock before Eliza reached up with both hands and plunged them into Burlingame’s hair. “Get off me, cow!” she snarled at the domineering Yank. “Off or I’ll snatch you BAAARRRGGHHH STAAAAAHHP!”
Susan stopped punching but only so she could reach back and reconnect that vile pincer grip to Eliza’s nipples. “Is that a submission?” Sue cooed. “Are you QUITTING?” she pulled on the pliant flesh, making Eliza wail while she beat her heels against the mat.
“NOT QUITTING!” the Renaissance Woman roared. “NOW GET OFF ME YOU DIRTY FIGHTING WHORRRRROOOOOOHHHHHH NAAAAAAAAAAHHH!”
Sue pulled her right hand away, crooked it into a spade and slotted it between the Englishwoman’s thighs. “Give it up you mousy, squeaking tramp.” Burlingame demanded even as she unleashed the hurt on Bliss’s undercarriage. “You can’t win, so submit before I take THIS,” she squeeeeeeeeeeezed Eliza’s crotch until her knuckles turned white, “from you.”
Eliza almost did, the pain and embarrassment of having her tits and crotch mauled before an audience of thousands was crushing to say the least. Forcing her eyes away from Burlingame, she met Craig’s worried gaze and shook her head ‘no’ as best she could. “Yuuuuhhhh… you’re not going to…. beat me like this…. Suzie.” the Songbird rasped. “You’ll never beat me agAAAAAAAWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Susan lifted her claw just enough to help herself to a handful of the Englishwoman’s waistband. Then she YANKED up, sawing the elastic deep into her rival’s womanhood. “I will beat you however I f*cking feel like.” Susan hissed in the midst of trying to split the other brunette straight up the middle. “I’ll beat you again. And again. And again. And agWHOOAAAAHHH!”
Eliza kicked her legs up n’ back, managing to slip both beneath the Rainmaker’s armpits. Flexing as forcibly as possible the instant she got under Sue’s biceps, Bliss pushed forward and rolled to her butt, which in turn put Burlingame down in an improvised Sunset Flip. The Superlative Soprano never even thought about trying to hold the American down for three, she’d already fashioned her right hand into a ‘C’ and clamped it to the front of Susan’s togs. “NEVER AGAIN!” Eliza screamed down at the suddenly squirming heiress. “IT’S YOUR TURN TO LOSE! YOUR TURN TO BE HUMILIATED! YOUR TURN TO CRY!”
And Sue did cry, especially when the enraged brunette added her thumb to the grip on her center. Craig checked Burlingame’s shoulders, decided they were too busy to bother making a count and asked after surrender instead. “What do you say, Susan? Want to throw in the towel?”
“F*CK OFF!” Susan wailed. “THERE’S NO WAY THIS SHYTBIRD IS GOING TO BEAT MEEEEE AAAARRRGHHHAAAAAAHHH!”
Eliza abandoned the Crotch Claw, leaned forward and ripped Sue’s top in half with a single tug. Burlingame hadn’t even registered the change in attire when Bliss locked down on her nemesis’s areolas and did some heartless twisting of her own. “WHAT WAS THAT, SUZIE?” Eliza taunted. “SAY IT AGAIN, I DIDN’T HEAR NNNGGGHHH!”
Burlingame brought her thighs together in a leggy take on the Bell Ringer that ‘smacked’ her thighs against the Englishwoman’s ears. Clambering away on all fours following the Ace’s rebuke, Bliss shook the worst of the fog from her mind, then rose on legs that could give out at any moment. Taking the briefest of moments to adjust her distended togs, Eliza Bliss smoothed back her hair, wiped a sheen of sweat from her torso and finally raised her right hand in anticipation of another Cleft Note.
“On your feet, chorus girl.” she sneered at the recovering Courtier. “The spotlight is burning hot and bright and the star of the show demands your attention.”
Susan rose up, flicked hair out of her face and peeled off the remnants of her top. “YOU demand MY attention?”
Eliza flexed the nasty ‘C’ shaped talon of her right hand. “And your talons.” she whispered. “Raise your talon and pick your target. Let’s see whose voice cracks first.”
Susan didn’t smile, but she produced a claw readily enough. “You’re going to sob yourself hoarse, bytch.”
As opposed to Eliza’s curled wriggling digits, Susan’s set were underhanded, both literally and figuratively.
The women stepped to each other, unafraid but anxious not to have their areas of interest penetrated. Susan was tight-lipped and Eliza swiveled her hips to move toward Burlingame while keeping her legs shut tight in defense.
From a few feet away, the Black Courtier drove a Toe Kick toward the Brit’s belly, but Blissy was ready and snatched it out of the air, her palms wrapping around Susan’s right ankle. With a frustrated Burlingame hopping on her left, Eliza tugged her off-balance foe forward and calle an audible as Susan stumbles toward her, lips still tightly pursed.
Dipping her right hand, the Songbird THRUST her talons into the slot between Burlingame’s thighs, DRIVING the digits upward into the Rainmaker’s crotch. No stranger to choking grasps she, Eliza tore and squeezed her flexing fingers into Burlingame’s privates. Susan, caught off guard, was frozen in anguish, her legs seemingly paralyzed by the invasion between them.
Rising to tiptoes, dark eyes welling, Susan’s arms moved to Bliss’ shoulders and tried to shove her away, but the determined Englishwoman won’t have it. She wriggled her digits deeper between and Burlingame whimpers.
“I’m loving the spotlight. Are you?” Eliza asked, clenching her claw with as much strength as her muscles could muster, finally enough for Susan to loosen her lips and wail.
The sound only escaped for a moment as the Sublime Soprano quickly STUFFED a rare left-handed Cleft Note into her foe’s open maw, sinking the curled digits into her foe’s mandible and locking tight. Attacking low and high, Eliza rotated slightly to her left to better DRIVE both claws deeper into their respective creases and the panicked reaction was immediate from Burlingame.
Grasping at Eliza’s wrist with her right hand, she tried to remove the ‘Note’. But the effort, difficult in the best of circumstances, was nigh impossible with the waves of anguish emanating from below. With her left, she balled her fingers and drove a fist into Eliza’s midriff, drawing a grunt and a wince from the Brit. The increasingly flustered and anguished Susan repeated, repeated, repeated, Blissy starting to double from the pek pek pek of determined if not overly powerful lefts.
Just as it seemed Eliza might be about to give up the genius two-sided, ten-pronged attack, Susan surrendered her offense to grasp at the wrist of her foe’s lower attack.
The crowd roared at the sight, nearly incredulous to see Burlingame, an icon of Eliza’s long singles futility, reduced to sputtering ineffectual defense against the conquering claws of the diva. Surviving the counter with both fronts intact, Blissy gritted her perfect pearlies and worked her claws more vigorously than ever. Fingers quested into Susan’s loosening jaw and tested the thin sheath over Burlingame’s kitty as Bliss viciously chewed into the Rainmaker’s nethers.
Almost simultaneously, the panic in Susan’s face mixed with disbelief when her straining muscles started to fail her. Burlingame’s tensed legs shimmied and jelled, allowing Eliza deeper entrance. Above, her head bobbled, eyes losing their focus. Eliza’s double-hinged gambit was beating her…HER.
Susan’s arms started to drop to her sides, falling away from either wrist. But then they spasmed to life, Burlingame moving her palms to encircle Eliza’s throat. Sending every bit of fight left into throttling Bliss, Susan’s hands tightened, the diva’s doe eyes widening as she choked in restricted breaths.
But instead of releasing, Eliza flexed her biceps and crunched her crotch claw in stronger. She hooked her ‘Note’ in deeper and Susan’s throttling hands loosened quickly, arms falling leaden as she sank to her knees. A focused Eliza follows her down, keeping both claws in place for the ride until finally ripping and twisting her crotch claw away, providing Susan a brutal front wedgie in the process.
Burlingame shrieked in pain though it’s muffled into loud gurgles by Blissy’s Cleft Note which gets secured further with her right hand now providing support that slowly but surely drove Susan back, the dried up Rainmaker’s hammies forced atop her calves as her legs were folded beneath her.
Bliss, winning the high noon showdown at center stage of Mania in domineering fashion, had the fluttering eyes of Burlingame rolling white as her shoulders were lowered slowly, like her dominance over the diva is lowered six feet under.
The Blackbird seemed ready to pin Susan to the canvas with her Note, but she stopped with the lifeless Burlingame’s shoulders a few inches above the deck.
“Check her, if you please,” Eliza asks politely if winded and sweat-drenched.
The man does as he’s told, lifting Susan’s left arm once, twice and THRICE. Each time the golden-brown limb fell back to the canvas, the spotlight melting her and belonging to the diva.
As the bell brought Bliss to the end of a long journey to prove herself, she let Susan drop free of her ‘Note’, flopping to the canvas, a line of Rainmaker spittle briefly trailing from Burlingame’s lips to her uncurling fingers.
The official grabbed the Brit’s left wrist and helped the diva to her feet, raising her arm high as the Announcer confirmed the fan-friendly result. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knockout… ELIZA BLISS!”
Eliza bowed to each side of the arena, sweat rolling off her ivory-skinned frame. She took a step to the ropes but stops. Turning, she gazed at the snoozing Susan and the remains of her top laid nearby. Dropping to one knee, she claimed the garment in one hand, then got to her feet and held it high even as she planted the sole of one boot atop Burlingame’s cheek.
Holding the garment aloft over a topless Rainmaker to the roar of the crowd, Eliza left the stage triumphant, the ringing echoes of “BRAVA!” reverberating through the crowd.