Post by dsb on Jun 24, 2018 21:01:35 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and is the third match in a five match series! Introducing first, hailing from Tempe, Arizona… she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… She is the one and only Tempe Temptress… JUUULLLIIIEEETTT BLLLOOOOOODDDWWWIIINNNDDD!”
JULIET BLOODWIND:
To the accompanying sonic assault of Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name Of", Juliet Bloodwind, emerged atop the ramp. The Mayhem crowd erupted into a supportive roar, happy to see the Beautiful Bloodhawk on pay-per-view, even if her back was against the proverbial wall.
Seemingly immune to the tension that had her fans on edge, The Tempe Temptress exuded a flirtatious confidence as she made her way down the aisle to the squared circle. The pigtailed Juliet slapped hands with the fans sitting along the ramp, her imitation deerskin string bikini and matching knee high boots leaving very little to the public's imagination, and receiving a rousing vocal endorsement--if anything, the spirit she's shown during her fourteen year career with FAWN has only FURTHER endeared her to the faithful. She arched a wry eyebrow at this sight of one sign: ’THREE IN A ROW STARTS TONIGHT, JULES!’ Another fan waved a sign that had long been a fixture at FAWN shows: ‘CONSIDER ME TEMPTED, TEMPE TEMPTRESS!’
And for that sentiment, the young man was rewarded with a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. Bloodwind made a complete circuit around the ring, continuing to press the flesh with the assembled fans. Her lap completed, Juliet moved quickly toward the ring, gracefully hopping onto the apron. With her back to the ropes, Juliet cast a quick glance over her shoulder just to make sure the notoriously sneaky Ace hadn‘t prepped some sort of ambush. Satisfied that she was alone in the ring, Jules draped her arms over the top rope, then waggled her hips and leaned backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring. Thanking her fans with one more round of waves and a pumped fist for good measure, Bloodwind went to the far corner and started through some stretches when her music began to fade.
“And introducing her opponent, 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 of the Black Court AND a two-time FAWN World Champion AND she would like to remind you all that she currently leads this series two to nothing, she is SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPoIznBujEA
The speakers cut loose with an electronic scream and the Mayhem throng answered with a great deal of the throat-born variety, as was tradition in the presence of the Rainmaker. Always punctual when it came to time in the spotlight, Sue Burlingame stormed through the curtain and stretched her arms in a wide ‘T’ that called down a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro from overhead. For her second meeting with a FAWN, ahem, legend, that wouldn’t acknowledge her place in the hierarchy, she wore a snug dark tank-top sporting the face and slogan of none other than the Nubile Navajo, Nyssa Bloodwind. Her snarky sartorial choice earned an immediate split reaction from the fans and kept alive the debate of whether you should love the heiress for her talent or despise her for the near-toxic levels of bytchiness.
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
The woman in question didn‘t give a damn how they reacted, long as they did it at the top of their lungs. To that end, Susan basked in their attention for several seconds, then 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, one of the many areas of her exquisite frame she meant to punish Jules with over the next twenty minutes. For tonight’s series ending slaughter she wore the usual dark blue two piece with gold trim. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look, not that anyone paid too much attention to her footwear as she strutted down the ramp.
Making absolutely no attempt to swat the hands extended in her direction, Susan took the first half of her march at a leisurely pace, then broke into a flat out run that ended with an effortless dive beneath the bottom rope. Coming up on one knee, Burlingame popped to her feet and walked toward Juliet’s corner, only stopping when erstwhile referee Merle stepped in her path.
“C’mon Sue, go to your corner. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.”
Sue snorted, raised three fingers and hoisted that hand to the rafters. Bloodwind looked like she wanted to charge then and there, but the veteran held her position and her temper. Irritated by the lack of reaction, Sue backpedaled to the opposite corner as she told the zebra, “Twenty minutes isn’t nearly enough time, Merle. So I’m going to beat her as fast as I can, then linger over the aftermath.”
If the FAWNatics expected the lack of pre-bell confrontation to translate into a slow start, they were disabused of the notion when the bell sounded and Sue practically exploded out of her corner. Juliet had expected such a reaction from the other brunette and so she did what any sensible wrestler in her situation would have done. She raised her hands and went straight at the Rainmaker. Burlingame noted the approach and increased her pace, meaning it was only a matter of seconds until--
The Tempe Temptress lunged in for a Collar & Elbow and though Sue didn’t deny her, the former World Champion greeted her adversary with a swift Muy Thai clasp across the back of her head. Grunting as Susan forced her chin against her breastbone, Bloodwind changed her own grip to mirror the Courtier’s, unfortunately that meant she was half a second slow guarding against the stiff Kneelift Burlingame THWHUMPED into her tummy.
Jules broke her control with a startled groan, the FAWN original leaning into Burlingame’s grip so she could raise a makeshift guard over her gurgling midriff. This proved a timely decision as her forearms absorbed the worst from two more hard shots in half that time. A fourth was en route when the Beautiful Bloodhawk SLAPPED her attacker’s upraised thigh with both hands, then cinched her arms around Susan’s knee and yanked her whole leg off the mat hard enough to put Burlingame on tiptoe. Of course Bloodwind’s view was effectively limited to her own décolletage thanks to the Neck Clasp, so rather than fight it she drew one hand away from the cradle and proceeded to PWAK half a dozen shots into the other woman’s ribs.
Far less concerned about her vertical base than Jules would’ve liked, Susan halved her own grip on Juliet’s noggin and THWHAPPED a Forearm Smash against her mouth the instant she looked up. Bloodwind grunted, hurked up on Sue’s leg and jammed an especially vindictive fist into her flank. “That the best you got, rich girNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Burlingame cupped the back of Juliet’s skull in one hand, all the better to keep her staring straight ahead for the half dozen Forearm Smashes she laid against the original’s cheek. The last one forced Bloodwind to drop her leg, so Sue was planted on both feet when she raised her free arm high over-- surprised cheers from the Mayhem masses as the Buckskin Battler dipped down, caught Sue behind the knees and swept her to the mat with a Double Leg Takedown. Burlingame lost her wind when she hit the deck, though this was very much a secondary concern seeing as Jules somersaulted over her to land with the full weight of her back pressed against the Ace’s chest. Arms still cinched tight around Susan’s stems, Bloodwind drew the Jackknife a little closer and held on through…
ONE…
Sue CLAPPED both hands against Juliet’s ribs to break the pin almost simultaneous with ‘ONE!’ Back on her feet a heartbeat ahead of her tenacious rival, Sue planted on her left foot and unleashed the right in a swift little buzzsaw arc aimed directly at Bloodwind’s temp-- Jules dropped to all fours to avoid the kick, straightened up just as fast and threaded an arm between the heiress’s legs to yank her off her feet the instant Susan’s back was turned. With Burlingame stacked high and tight on her shoulders, Juliet balanced on tiptoe to brace every ounce of weight against those upturned haunches while the referee counted…
ONE…
Sue bucked her loose before ‘TWO’, the tawny battler uncoiling with enough force to send the rivals tumbling in opposite directions. Springing up like the canvas was toxic to the touch, Bloodwind meant to beckon Burlingame forward but she needn’t have wasted the energy, as Susan was already rushing in for “UUUGGGHH!” Juliet dropped to a crouch, hooked Sue’s left ankle and tugged just hard enough to deposit the former champion facedown on the mat. Bloodwind tumbled back to boot-leather immediately thereafter, grabbed hold of Sue’s left wrist and stepped over that arm in a deft little spin that coiled it tight around her encroaching thigh. Just like that she hopped over the downed brunette to end up laid out on her left hip whereas Burlingame was rolled onto the back of her head and shoulders with her left leg cradled tight for a count of…
TAKEDOWN MAGISTRAL CRADLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KovjnE1PFQ
ONE…
TWO…
Susan kicked out with a full second to spare, bounced to her feet as Jules did the same and THWHAP! Landed her first kick of the evening with a nasty shot across her opponent’s midsection. Bloodwind ‘oooffffhed’ and dropped to her knees, but didn’t stay there long as the Bankable Bombshell quickly hauled her up with a double handful of pigtails. A quick Kneelift to the gut kept Juliet doubled over long enough for Susan to switch her hold to an unpleasant, yet perfectly legal clamp on the back of her opponent’s neck. The series of kicks that followed was also legal, not that they felt like it, what with the Ace just driving her boot-sheathed shin into the Temptress’s face no less than half a dozen times. Ending the barrage before Bloodwind could muster a counter, Sue measured the other brunette for a second, then drove her knee into the side of Juliette’s skull with a low THWHUNK!
The Beautiful Bloodhawk grunted and collapsed to all fours, so Susan stepped over her bowed frame and dropped into a deep squat that smashed her backside against Juliet’s shoulders. The Butt Bomb finally put Bloodwind on the deck so Susan dropped to her knees and shoveled the other brunette to her back before hooking the far leg and pressing her left hand against Juliet’s cheek in a domineering cover good for a count of…
ONE…
TWO…
Juliet wrenched loose at ‘TWO!’, made it to her knees and was dragged the rest of the way with a double handful of hair. “I get that you’re looking to end this quick, hell, I am too.” Sue punctuated with a Headbutt that sent a shiver through Bloodwind’s knees. “Difference is, I’m looking for a knockout and you’re happy with some sneaky little bytch cradle. No wonder the whole arena cheered when I buried your nose in my UNGH!”
Jules interrupted with a Kneelift of her own, then raised the stakes with an Overhand Forearm Smash across the shoulders when Burlingame doubled over. “You better get used to talking about your ass in the past tense, babe.” Bloodwind snapped to the other brunette’s exposed back. “Because tonight I’m going to destroy EERRRRGGHHH!”
Susan went down on one knee to PWAK a straight right hand into the Arizonan’s navel, then grabbed a wrist and rose up to send Jules into the ropes with an Irish Whip. The heiress followed along a few steps behind only to drop to her belly an instant prior to Bloodwind hitting the ropes. Laid out parallel to the strands she could’ve been FAWN’s most gorgeous tripwire if Juliet hadn’t caught a glimpse and dipped low for a gorgeous cartwheel that put her down just beside the heiress. Reaching over the other brunette with her right arm, Jules hooked Sue’s upper back and turned her onto her back, folding the Courtier in half. Already close, she wedged her flank against Burlingame’s lower back and hooked a leg over her left bicep while she pinned the Sue’s right wing to the canvas with a claw good for…
HANDSTAND AND CRADLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ny7JkvLS8fU
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Susan flipped free, landed on her belly and promptly slid backward beneath the bottom rope to catch a breather on the floor.
“WHERE YOU GOIN’, BABE?!” Juliet barked even before she’d made it all the way to her feet. “I THOUGHT YOU WERE HUNTING KNOCKOUTS, SO HOW THE HELL ARE YOU GONNA FIND ONE OUT THERE?”
Sue took a step back, hands on her hips. “Flounce your way through those ropes and I’ll show you, Bloodynose.”
Jules scowled, sat down hard on the middle rope and yanked up on the top to better invite her nemesis into the squared circle. “Flounce? FLOUNCE? Bytch, hop on up here and say that to my fa--”
Burlingame leapt from the floor to the apron in a single bound that didn’t even require she put a hand on the ropes for balance. “What was that, Bloodwind? Something you wanted repeated close-up? Was it the line about crippling complacency? The line about how you’ve been overshadowed by everyone from London to your own sister? Or perhaps you didn’t hear me when I told Carpenter you took the Face Ride like someone who looked forward to--”
CRAAAACK!
Bloodwind laid lightning across Sue’s chest in the form of a huge Knife-Edge Chop! The narrowness of the apron combined with the scorching heat of the strike made it impossible for Burlingame to maintain her balance, so she dropped back to the floor with one arm angled snug across her chest. Not about to let it go that easy, Jules grabbed the top rope in both hands, hopped onto the bottom rope and leaned over as far as gravity would allow. “Talk shyt, get hit, rich girl.”
Susan put her hands on her hips, the Courtier displaying the new welt like a badge of honor. “The truth’s a lot of things, but it’s never shyt, Bloodynose.” she snapped. “Of course, the truth is you ARE shyt, so I can see why you would confuse the NNGGGHH!”
The Temptress hopped up and swung through the gap between the bottom and middle ropes to THWHUMP a stern Dropkick into Burlingame’s tits! Knocked backward by the weight of Juliet’s shot, Sue collided with the guardrail and might’ve slid to a seat on her haunches if she hadn’t hooked an arm around the steel. Attention momentarily diverted by the Arizonan’s tantrum, Susan looked up when a roar from the crowd proved impossible to ignore. Good thing too, as it was just then that Bloodwind left her feet in a high-speed Suicide Dive that took her whizzing right over the middle ro-THWHACK!
Burlingame pushed off the guardrail and lashed out with a high, perfectly timed Roundhouse that caromed off the side of her opponent’s skull. Wings clipped in mid-flight, Jules tumbled head over heels to land flat on her back in an ugly sprawl that earned sympathetic groans from every single FAWNatic in the first dozen rows.
“Holy frak!” Merle shouted, the ref forgetting all about his count. “Did you knock her out, Susan?”
Sue made an assessment of the wreckage, shook her head ‘no’. “No, princess is fine. She landed flat, so she might be a little short of breath but…” she stepped up, raised one heel and THWHUMPED it deep into the pit of Bloodwind’s stomach. Juliet sat up at once, the Buckskin Battler coughing and retching for a few seconds before collapsing onto her side in a shuddering ball. “Yeah, she’s fine.” the Ace confirmed with an alarming lack of empathy. “But you’re probably going to want to restart that count, Merle. Not that I’ll complain if you should forget.”
Merle most certainly did not (at least now that Sue reminded him) and he started the count without further prompting. Intrigued by the challenge of dishing out as much punishment as possible in the time allotted, Burlingame helped herself to other brunette’s pigtails and peeled her off the thin blue mat. Still reeling from that brutal headshot, Bloodwind only managed a feeble elbow to Sue’s midsection, not nearly enough to stop the Bankable Bombshell from THWHUNKING her forehead against the apron.
Juliet cried out and hit Burlingame’s tummy with another elbow, alas Susan endured it to crook her right arm across the back of Bloodwind’s skull in what was essentially half a Side Headlock. Doubling down on the veteran’s pigtails to strengthen her grip, the Ace leaned in against Juliet’s shoulders and proceeded to walk very slooooooooooooooowly alongside the squared circle.
“AAAAAAGGGHHH FAAAAAAHHK, STOPPIT YOU BYTCH!” Bloodwind yowled as the other brunette tried to scrape her forehead and cheek raw on the narrow apron. Susan did as bade, not because Juliet demanded it but because she simply ran out of usable space. Of course that didn’t mean her fun was at an end, certainly not. Ending the canvas constitutional with a saucy little flourish, Burlingame straightened her prey up and promptly BWUUUNKED her forehead into the unyielding steel of the corner ring-post! Bloodwind’s legs gave out and she crumpled to her knees, holding her stinging face in both hands.
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic.” Susan chided as she took rough possession of her rival’s wrists. “You were a four coming in, dropping down to a three is barely noticeable.”
“Kiss my ass.” Bloodwind grunted as she struggled to twist out of the Courtier’s grasp. “Better yet, why don’t you pucker up and kiss your own ass goodNNNGGHHHHH!”
The Bankable Bombshell slammed her left heel between Juliet’s shoulders and pushed forward in a simple Kneeling Surfboard made all the more unpleasant by the proximity of the Arizonan’s forehead to the side of the steel steps! “You’re the one committing career suicide, cupcake.” Sue muttered as she continued to puuuuussssssh. “Getting blanked in a series sucks, but it’s nothing a chick can’t come back from, even if she’s damaged goods like you. Losing THREE straight? Well, not even a cockroach like you survives that.” She eased off for a moment, then slammed her foot between Bloodwind’s shoulders even as she released the Surfboard! Jules BWONKED against the steel and collapsed in a heap, the wounded Wildcat wrapping both arms tight around her head.
Sue nodded over her handiwork, reached for a hold of Juliet’s waistband, then drew back when she realized Merle was at ‘SEVENTEEN!’ For a moment she considered rolling under the bottom rope just to shatter Bloodwind’s ego with a count-out and she did indeed slip into the ring, but then she slid back out to reset the zebra’s odometer. “Don’t bother wasting your breath, dork.” the Ace told him in the midst of twining Juliet’s pigtails around her fists. “I’ll have her back in your care shortly.”
Jules reached for her straining hair as Burlingame hauled her to verticality and that was fine by Sue considering she traded in the hair-hold for a Full Nelson at her earliest convenience. “I could’ve let you get counted out.” Susan whispered in her rival’s ear. “Remember that before you even THINK about whining over how this ends.”
“Stuuuhhh… stop stealing my lines, babUUUGGGHHH!” Susan crouched down and popped her hips in an explosive bridge that planted Bloodwind on the back of her head in shoulders! Sue’s bridge was perfect as ever and if they’d been in a ring she would’ve tried to hold it for a three, but since they were on the floor she simply released it and rolled to one knee.
A handful of trunks and tresses got Juliet up, though the resultant wedgie earned some boos from the first row FAWNatics when Burlingame tossed her under the bottom rope. “Oh, you trust the little quitter to beat the count?” she taunted. “You should be thanking me!” Jumping to the apron without waiting for their response, Sue surveyed the situation, found it to her liking and leapt onto the top rope. Lily always got the attention for her gravity defying exploits, but big sister proved her own bona fides in that arena not with a slick twist of flip, but by maintaining her balance on the rubber-coated steel for a good five seconds, more than long enough to flip a pair of birds at the brunette sprawled in her shadow. After that she took to the skies for a second time, her descent a simple but emphatic Splash that brought every bit of her weight THWHUMPING down atop Bloodwind’s chest. Far leg hooked in the wake of her foe’s breathless shivering, Burlingame drew Bloodwind’s knee up to her chest and nodded along for the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
Juliet broke the count by stuffing a hand under Sue’s chin and pushing as hard as she could, a tactic that was not appreciated by the former World Champion. Swatting Bloodwind’s encroaching paw aside, the Rainmaker flattened her own hands into paddles and CRAAAACKED a stiff Double Slap against her opponent’s tummy! Jules sat up at once, both arms crossed over her midsection like she was in danger of losing dinner. “Evil bytch.” the Temptress growled. “How is it that everything you do is NNNNGGGHHH!”
Burlingame pressed the heel of one palm to the side of Juliet’s mouth and tried to swipe the lips clear off her face. “Don’t even think you can bytch about my tactics.” Susannah’s usual bravado was gone, replaced by a cold confidence as she once again helped herself to the veteran’s pigtails. “Not after you used every desperate slut trick in the book to win the last HUUGGGH! UUUGGGH! UUGGGHH!”
Halfway to her feet thanks to the Courtier’s tugging, Bloodwind made Sue pay a steep price for the hair holds by driving the dagger of her right elbow into the other woman’s ribs. Burlingame’s grip didn’t seem to falter even after half a dozen shots, but the feel of those hateful abs yielding beneath her blows proved an excellent motivator, so Juliet straightened all the way up and slapped Sue’s face sideways before helping herself to an equally vindictive handful of hair. “Don’t you ever lecture me on how to win a wrestling match.” she punctuated the demand by mashing Burlingame’s cheeks together in a galling fish-face. “Your whole f*cking career is based on embarrassment and humiliaOOOOWWWW DAMMIT NNNNNGGGGHHHHH!”
Susan twisted her head to one side, all the better chomp down on Bloodwind’s steely fingers! Jules didn’t take it kindly of course and she went to rake the heiress’s eyes only for Burlingame to TWHONK her between the eyes with a huge Kneelift! Staggered by the heavy shot, the Beautiful Bloodhawk shoved Susan away and loaded up a huge Knife-Edge Chop, but Sue soaked it up on her forearms (albeit not without a noticeable grimace), then dipped around on Juliet’s six and caught her in a hard Waistlock. The Ace dropped her hips so Jules did the same and grabbed hold of Sue’s wrists to prevent a German Suplex. In that endeavor she was successful, as both feet stayed rooted firmly to the deck. However it did nothing to protect her from Burlingame’s increasingly foul mood, as she discovered when the Bankable Bombshell yoked up and drove a Headbutt into the nape of her neck.
Cringing over the increasingly ugly exchange, Merle started to interject only to have it die on his lips when Juliet STOMPED on her attacker’s toes like she meant to mash them into paste. “Let go of me, rich girl.” the Arizonan huffed in the midst of grinding her heel into those hapless extremities. “Or I swear you’ll lose this match by medical stoppAAAAAHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHHHK!”
Susan traded her Waistlock for a left-handed Belly Claw, one that kept Juliet off balance just long enough for the Ace to rear back and PWAAAK a callous right hand into the FAWN original’s liver. No amount of fighting spirit could ignore that sort of body shot and Bloodwind doubled over in agony before collapsing to her knees.
“Jeezum crow, are you ok, Jules?!” Merle practically shouted as he hurried over to the action. Bloodwind didn’t answer with words though she did manage to nod an affirmative almost at once. The ref didn’t look convinced, despite the rapidity of the response. “Ok. I’ll take your word for it, but if ever it looks like you can’t defend--”
Juliet’s hand darted out to clutch at the man’s shirt. “Don’t you f*cking NNNNGGGHH!”
Susan caught Bloodwind in the back of the head with a Kneelift that crumpled her to all fours. “Cripes, watch the head shots, Sue!” Merle warned. “We don’t need anyone missing ring-time with a concussion!”
“Embarrassing her didn’t work, Merle.” Sue replied without the faintest trace of snark. “Humiliation didn’t work either. So tonight I’m going to beat the ever-loving shyt out of Juliet Bloodwind.”
Neither the zebra or the Bloodhawk was in any position to contradict this statement, so Burlingame simply snagged hold of her foe’s buckskin and used it to haul her to verticality. Still snuggled in behind the retching warrior, Sue slipped her arms beneath Juliet’s biceps and laced her fingers across the base of Bloodwind’s noggin. The Dragon Suplex that followed featured absolutely no preamble. No whispered trash talk, no tawdry grind, not even a shift to make sure her burden ended up pointed at the hard camera, just a swift, brutal bridge that THWHUNKED Jules down flat on the back of her head and shoulders. Knees touching the canvas north of her ears in the aftermath of the brutal throw, Bloodwind showed no signs of life as Merle swooped in to count…
DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=T0gW_nh3REk
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Juliet tore loose of the predicament and landed awkwardly on her left side. Beside her, Susan rose to one knee and took a moment to adjust her togs. Once that was done she stood up and put her hands on her hips. “This is stupid, Bloodwind.” the Bankable Bombshell snapped. “You’re a wreck and the match isn’t even ten minutes old. Tap out and we’ll call it a night. I won’t even make you kiss my ass, just as long as I never hear my name coming out of your mouth--”
Roars from the FAWNatics as Juliet clambered to her knees and greeted Susan with stereo middle fingers. “Who the f*ck do you think you’re talking to?” the Arizonan rasped. “You accepted the challenge. I’m damned sure going to see it through.”
Susan sighed heavily, took two steps back and beckoned the other brunette to her. “C’mon then, Bloodynose. Pick yourself up and HHHHRRRGGGGHHHHH!”
Juliet surged out of the crouch to drive her shoulder into Sue’s midsection with what would’ve been a Spear if she’d driven the Courtier into the canvas. Instead she powered to verticality with Burlingame folded over one shoulder like an especially vocal sack of laundry. Increasing her pace even as she ran out of runway, Bloodwind lowered her shoulder for the second time in less than a minute and pushed off her back foot to BWUUUUNG the former World Champion into the buckles as hard as she could.
Butt wedged above the middle buckle, Susan stayed draped over Jules’s back until the other brunette straightened up and CRAAAACKED her across the chest with one of those hellacious Knife-Edge Chops. Sue hissed, drew an arm across her chest only to snarl in disgust when Juliet knocked it aside and put another fresh welt across that coppery cleavage.
“Why don’t YOU quit, Sue?” Bloodwind muttered once she’d threaded the other woman’s arms over the top rope. “Just tell Merle your titties can’t take it and forfeit the match to me. Do you want to do that, babe?”
“I want you to shut up and wres--”
CRA-CRAAAAAACK!
Juliet clouted the Ace’s rack with a truly malicious two-handed Chop that would’ve put Burlingame on her knees if not for her immobilized arms. Nodding in appreciation as the crowd ‘WOOOOOO’ed’ her efforts, Juliet took Susan’s chin between thumb and forefinger and tilted her head back to force some remarkably hard-hearted eye contact. Speaking very carefully, she explained, “You might pin me. You might knock me out. You might even submit me. But Susan, you will NEVER make me walk away from a fight. Do you understand?”
Sue pulled away from the veteran’s grasp and offered her a nasty smile. “Yeah, I do. You’re too proud… or too stupid to know when you’re completely outmaNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Bloodwind pivoted into the other brunette and THWHUMPED her midsection with a wrecking ball-esque Hip Check that drove even more air from Susan’s already depleted reserves. Indulging herself with an absolutely massive handful of the Courtier’s battle damp hair, Jules mounted the second rope and wrenched the other woman’s head so far back the point of her chin was pressed against Bloodwind’s navel. “I’m going to punch you until my knuckles bleed.” the Arizonan said with apparent tenderness as she brushed some hair off Sue’s forehead.
Burlingame tried to pull an arm off the strands, but the Tempe Temptress was pressed in too tight and all her efforts netted was a brisk slap across the face. Jaw set to endure the FAWN original’s heavy, vengeful hands, Sue spat, “London would’ve started by NGH!”
Bloodwind pistoned a punch into the heiress’s hairline, reset and immediately followed it with another. That was more than enough to set the crowd in motion and they provided a running tally for all the abuse that followed. ‘TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’ Juliet angled her punchin’ hand (that’d be the right) over her left shoulder at a sharp angle and finished the set with a scathing Bytch Slap that CRAAAACKED across her foe’s cheek!
Merle’d been counting off the action too and he quickly tapped Juliet on the flank to make sure she didn’t keep belting away on the trapped Ace. She didn’t, but that didn’t mean Susan’s ordeal in the corner was over by a long shot. Dropping off her perch immediately following the final slap, Juliet stuffed a shoulder into the brunette’s tawny abs and muscled her into a seat on the top buckle. From there she climbed back to the second rope, hooked the Courtier into a Front Facelock and slung Burlingame’s near arm across her shoulders. What followed was the breathless anticipation that always seemed to accompany the process of first one lass, and then the other working their way to full verticality on the top rope. As nervous as the fans at this point, Merle called, “C’mon Juliet, get her down from there before--”
The Beautiful Bloodhawk dipped down and muscled Burlingame to high noon before gravity sent them both plummeting to deck with a thunderous Superplex! The THAWHAM of their combined impact was still shivering the ring (not to mention the teeth of several front row FAWNatics) when Juliet somersaulted over her prone opposition and got to her feet with the Front Facelock still intact! Dragging Sue to her feet quicker than she had any right, Bloodwind hoisted her into the rafters a second time, only now she released the Facelock and put that hand against the back of Susan’s neck to better control the Rainmaker’s descent when Jules sat out and PLANTED her on the canvas courtesy a flawless Falcon Arrow! With Susan laid out flat between her splayed stems, Jules hupped up and scooted forward to set her rump on Burlingame’s chest, thus strengthening her position when she hooked the Courtier’s left leg behind the knee and drew it toward her in a Half Matchbook good for the…
BLOODHAWK DIVEBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fZyKAzhoh0
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Susan shoved Bloodwind free with half a second to spare, a strong reminder of her reputation as one of the most tenacious wrestlers on the roster. Quick to one knee after the escape, Jules started to rise, then stopped when Burlingame sat up beside her. Not quite ready for the Ace to regain her feet yet, Jules forced her opponent back to the mat, scrambled to verticality and promptly thumped a gorgeous Standing Leg Drop across her clavicle.
“You really want to be careful dropping Shea’s name all the time.” Juliet opined as she hauled the Bankable Bombshell up alongside. “Because eventually she will be back. And when she does she’s gonna shut your mouth… assuming I haven’t done it for her.”
Sue muttered something sulky in response but Bloodwind didn’t pay attention, she only grabbed hold of the heiress’s wrist and sent her racing at the ropes with an Irish Whip. Sue made the return trip faster then the Arizonan was expecting, though not so fast that Jules didn’t have time to ready another of those deadly Knife-Edge Cho--NO! Burlingame dipped beneath the hand-cranked lightning and kept on going so that she was hitting the opposite side of the ring by the time Bloodwind whirled around. If Susan’s first approach was quick, this was downright sudden, as Juliet had barely got her bearings when the former World Champ took to the skies for a gorgeous Flying Crossbo--
SMECK!
Roars of delight from the Bloodhawk Nation as their heroine spread her arms wide and plucked her nemesis from the air. Jules didn’t bother with any trash talk, she let her smile speak volumes as she turned a slow circle in the center of the ring. Feet set firm, she twisted her hips to the right, then swung Sue left and dropped to one knee to THWHUNK Burlingame spine-first atop the post of her knee!
CATCHING SWINGING BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UCU-zTGPANA
The wicked Backbreaker jolted Burlingame into a slumped landing on her knees. This position ensured Jules couldn’t go for a quick pin, alas she probably would’ve preferred fighting off a cover compared to what came next. “You stretched the hell out of me the first two times we met.” Bloodwind muttered after she’d taken a position on the Courtier’s six. “You made a game of making me crawl to the ropes. Well I’ve got a game I’d like to show you, rich girl. I call it, how long will you last when you can‘t crawl?” The Tempe Temptress laced her hands across Burlingame’s chin and planted her feet atop the other woman’s vulnerable calves. Then she dropped to her butt and started to pull, a move which streeeeeeeeeeeeetched Sue’s back and neck against her cruelly positioned knees.
CAVERNARIA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WrnouqWMaE
“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH SHYT!” Burlingame wailed long and loud as the hold went work on her spine. Arms flailing wildly, she regained her composure long enough to waggle out a ‘no, no, no!’ for the official, but she went right back to thrashing about when Bloodwind jostled her chin.
“Why don’t you just give up quick, Susie?” Jules chided as she continued to test the limits of her adversary’s vaunted flexibility. “After all, you wouldn’t want me to use you up in one go, would you? Not when there’s two more matches in this series!” she emphasized the point by wrenching on the Ace’s straining chin.
“F*ck your two more matches.” Burlingame grunted once she finally managed to catch hold of her attacker’s wrists. “This series ends tonight. Along with any shred of relevance you might’ve still haEEERRRRRRRHHH!”
Juliet sat up, using her grip on the heiress’s chin to do so. “Say another word, babe.” she demanded of her opponent’s upturned, pain-wracked face. “Go on, I know you want to. Tell me how you’re going to match my accomplishments over the last twelve years. C’mon, let me hear you say it.”
Bloodwind rocked Sue’s chin up and down and jostled her knees to put even more torque on the Courtier’s spine. Teeth clenched against the anguish of Juliet’s trap, Burlingame somehow found it in herself to show the Arizonan a smile. “Nuuuuhhhhh…. never gonna match your accomplishments, Bluuhh… Bloodynose.” she croaked. “Because I surpassed them the moment I won the World Title for the FIRST timAAAAWWWWWWW F*CKING BYTCH!”
Susan wailed in infuriated anguish as Juliet halved the Chinlock to slowly raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake her nails up the former World Champion’s straining abs. Strangely unsatisfied with a single score, the Beautiful Bloodhawk reset her talon and a second, third and ultimately a fourth time before settling into a white-knuckle claw grip on Burlingame’s right breast. “Submit.” Bloodwind demanded. “Submit right now or I’ll keep you on display long after you’ve passed OOOOOWWWWWW GODDAMMIT!”
With the Chinlock only half as strong as it once was, Susan twisted her head to one side and sank her teeth into the soft flesh between Juliet’s thumb and forefinger. Forgetting about the claw hold at once, Bloodwind flattened that hand and SMACKED Susan in the side of the head as hard as she could. Burlingame growled but didn’t stop gnawing, in fact she curled her grabbed hold of the other brunette’s fingers and tried to twist them clear off her hand!
Forced to abandon the Coyote Trap to save her digits, Jules scrambled to a rough crouch, raised her free arm overhead and brought the point of that elbow down on the crown of Sue’s skull once, twice, three times. Grinning like a lunatic as she freed herself from the heiress’s teeth, the Tempe Temptress landed an elbow between Burlingame’s eyes for good measure, then snatched a double handful of hair and dragged her to boot leather. “Hope you enjoyed that little taste, Suzie.” she muttered. “Because it’s the last you’re ever gonna NNNNGGGHH!”
The Ace caught her around the back of the head and dropped to one knee to jam Bloodwind’s chin into the ball of her shoulder with an improvised Stunner! Jules didn’t go down, but she staggered hard, stepping in fencepost holes as she struggled to maintain her balance. As for Burlingame, she popped up and set her feet so her right shoulder was pointed at Jules. “Hey, Bloodynose.” she called. “Got some red on ya.”
Bloodwind put a hand to her nose on instinct and paid dearly for it when then Rainmaker hopped forward and TWHAPPED a low Super Kick into her left thigh! “Bytch!” Jules cried out as she grabbed at her throbbing leg. “You’re gonna HHRRRRGGGHH!” Susan tagged her with another low Super Kick, this one to the right thigh. The pinpoint strikes dropped Bloodwind to her knees, meaning Sue didn’t have to aim very high when she THWHACKED the third Super Kick off her opponent’s jaw! Knocked sprawling by Terrible Trio, Juliet barely heard the cries of the Bloodhawk Nation when Sue hooked the far leg and rolled into a Back Press good for the…
TERRIBLE TRIO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-WpjOCnc1s
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Bloodwind wrenched free and twisted to one side, the kick-drunk battler reeeeeeeeaching for the ropes in hopes of finding sanctuary. She was still questing when Susan swung around on that side and laid claim to the brunette’s wrist and bicep.
“Nothing out there for you, honey. You want to prove you’re on my level? You’ll do it in here.”
“Would you just shut your goddamned mouth for once?” Jules grunted even as she swatted at punched at the Courtier’s flank. “Swear to God it’s like EEERRRRHHH YOU F*CKER!”
Susan slammed her knee down on the other brunette’s bicep, then shifted her foot so it was atop Bloodwind’s hand. From there she got up and pressed down, the resurgent Rainmaker making a point to grrrrrrrrriiiiind Juliet’s fingers beneath her sole. “That’s for going after my juggs you tawdry little slut.” she noted after ‘snapping’ her bottoms tight against her glutes. “And this is because I just don’t fucking like you.” Sue raised her foot off Juliet’s bicep only to drive her heel in just above the Arizonan’s elbow!
“BYTCH!” Bloodwind sobbed / shrieked as she rolled onto her stomach with the injured arm drawn tight against her torso.
Frowning, Sue circled around to Juliet’s left, took a couple steps back and THWHUMPED a savage punt into her ribs! Jules rocked hard but she forced herself to hold the position, lest she offer up her arm for more punishment. This didn’t seem to bother Burlingame, as she’d already positioned herself by the FAWN original’s feet. “Got anything else you want to say, Bloodwind? Maybe beg off before I kick your head into the lower deck?”
“F*ck off, rich girl.” Jules huffed. “This cheap shyt isn’t going to get the job OOOOOOOOHHHH YOU EVIL PIECE OF SHYT!”
Sue bent down, hooked her fingers into the leg holes of her opponent’s buckskin briefs and yanked the waistband well beyond the small of her back! Forced to break her defensive posture to fight back against the callous wedgie, Bloodwind powered to her knees only to topple forward in a groaning heap when the Ace drove a Kneelift into the base of her skull. “Bloodhawk my ass.” Susan muttered after she’d grabbed Juliet’s ankles. “Turtle is more like it.”
Bloodwind was in no condition to respond, even when Burlingame lifted her stolen stems off the canvas and threaded them around her hips. Completing the Wheelbarrow with a Waistlock, Sue ground her knotted fists into Juliet’s midriff and demanded, “Tell ’em you’re done, Jules. Tell your fans you can’t hang with the best anymore… if you ever could.
Jules shook her head ‘no’, planted both hands on the mat and pushed up. “Never done, babe. Not until I’ve shut you up once and for WHOOAAH NNNNGGGHHH!”
The Bankable Bombshell crouched down and hoisted up, muscling Juliet high into the air before releasing the other brunette’s waist. Momentum sent Bloodwind’s gams swinging out in front, so Susan hopped up and grabbed a mid-air Chinlock. Knees drawn tight against her chest, Burlingame landed on her back in relative comfort whereas poor Juliet was THWHUMPED down atop those posted joints, then dropped in a wheezing seat, her lungs thoroughly blown by the former World Champ’s innovative cruelty.
WHEELBARROW LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N8oLuNcf-5A
Sue didn’t bother with a pin, though she did snag a handful of pigtails to stretch her opponent out flat on the deck. Back on her feet without so much as a word to the fans or her prey, the heiress strolled over to the nearest corner and grabbed the top rope in both hands. Murmurs of appreciation quickly transformed into jeers of disdain when Burlingame hopped onto the bottom rope, then springboarded to the top floor and launched herself backward through the void with a gorgeous Moonsault that dropped every bit of her hundred and thirty so pounds across Bloodwind’s heaving tummy! Hooking the far leg as soon as she landed, the Ace threaded her right leg under Juliet’s near stem to make sure she stayed down for the…
CORNER SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=--aNetFdbr4
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Tempe Temptress escaped the counterfeit Bloodhawk Dive with less than a whisper to spare, not that Susan gave she or the FAWNatics much time to appreciate her resilience. Hauling the veteran up with a double handful of pigtails, Burlingame bent Jules backward and cinched an arm over her chin in search of the Inverted Facelock that’d--
“NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Juliet clasped her hands across the back of Sue’s neck and pulled her head down just far enough to slam the curve of her knee into the Courtier’s forehead! Abandoning her hooks with a growl and a hard SLAP to Bloodwind’s tummy, Burlingame grabbed a Wristlock and hurled her opponent at a corner on the far side of the ring. She followed along only a few steps behind, intent on knocking the Beautiful Bloodhawk senseless before she even registered her presence. However this proved more difficult than expected as rather than turn into the fast-approaching buckles Jules seized hold of the top rope and launched herself into a gorgeous handstand!
Sue slammed the brakes as hard as she could, but it didn’t stop Bloodwind from swinging down into a snug shins-first landing atop her shoulders. Pushing off the corner as soon as she was secure, Jules twisted ‘em both around and swung down between Burlingame’s legs to end up on her butt while Sue was stacked high on her shoulders! Arms cinched tight around the heiress’s squirming legs, Juliet leaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back to the limits of balance while Merle and the Mayhem crowd counted off…
HANDSTAND VICTORY ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XO7qI5jJEn8
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The Temptress slung Sue’s stems aside at once and bounded to her feet, the victorious brunette standing tall as the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… JULIET BLOODWIND!”
Already loud, the crowd amped it up by several decibels when the ref came over and raised Juliet’s hand. “Damn, that feels good.” she said after a heavy sigh. The sound of movement from behind drew her attention and when Jules turned around she was neither particularly surprised or particularly pleased to see Sue set on one knee. “Hear that, babe?” the Arizonan asked. “That’s a sold out crowd cheering their guts out because I just pinned your arrogant ass.”
Burlingame snorted, then raked a hand through her hair before standing up. “They’re no different than fans of any other sport.” she said blandly. “They love upsets, outliers… and flukes.”
Juliet’s dark eyes tossed sparks and she took a threatening step forward in spite of Merle’s presence. “No fluke here, rich girl. That was the start of a pattern. I hope you liked having your ass pointed at the lights.”
“Photogenic as it is, it looks better perched on your nose.” the Rainmaker murmured. “And it’ll be back right there,” she reached out and would’ve tapped the tip of Bloodwind’s nose if the FAWN original hadn’t swatted her hand aside, “before you know it.”
Jules stepped to within inches of the heiress to force some truly ferocious eye contact. “Never again, Susan. I beat you once. Which means I can do it twice. And then a third time.”
“You didn’t BEAT me.” Burlingame snapped. “Riding a chick’s nose. Knocking her out cold. Making her scream a submission in the middle of the ring, that’s how you BEAT a chick, Bloodynose. What you just did? You PINNED me.”
Bloodwind took a step forward and Sue did too, there was less than six inches between them. “I WON.” she said softly. “Deal with it.”
“You delayed the inevitable. Deal with that.”
Susan shouldered her way past the other brunette only to stop when Bloodwind clamped down on her arm. “Enjoy this moment, Susan. It’s the last time we share a ring when you’ll leave under your own power.”
Burlingame didn’t move, though her eyes flicked in Juliet’s direction. “Let go of my arm right now, Juliet. Or you won’t leave this ring for a very long time.”
Bloodwind squeezed even harder for a second, then let go and stepped back, granting Sue safe passage from the squared circle. “Tide’s turned, babe. I’m nippin’ at your heels tonight. Next time we’ll be neck and neck. After that? After that I blow you off the track.”
JULIET BLOODWIND:
To the accompanying sonic assault of Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name Of", Juliet Bloodwind, emerged atop the ramp. The Mayhem crowd erupted into a supportive roar, happy to see the Beautiful Bloodhawk on pay-per-view, even if her back was against the proverbial wall.
Seemingly immune to the tension that had her fans on edge, The Tempe Temptress exuded a flirtatious confidence as she made her way down the aisle to the squared circle. The pigtailed Juliet slapped hands with the fans sitting along the ramp, her imitation deerskin string bikini and matching knee high boots leaving very little to the public's imagination, and receiving a rousing vocal endorsement--if anything, the spirit she's shown during her fourteen year career with FAWN has only FURTHER endeared her to the faithful. She arched a wry eyebrow at this sight of one sign: ’THREE IN A ROW STARTS TONIGHT, JULES!’ Another fan waved a sign that had long been a fixture at FAWN shows: ‘CONSIDER ME TEMPTED, TEMPE TEMPTRESS!’
And for that sentiment, the young man was rewarded with a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. Bloodwind made a complete circuit around the ring, continuing to press the flesh with the assembled fans. Her lap completed, Juliet moved quickly toward the ring, gracefully hopping onto the apron. With her back to the ropes, Juliet cast a quick glance over her shoulder just to make sure the notoriously sneaky Ace hadn‘t prepped some sort of ambush. Satisfied that she was alone in the ring, Jules draped her arms over the top rope, then waggled her hips and leaned backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring. Thanking her fans with one more round of waves and a pumped fist for good measure, Bloodwind went to the far corner and started through some stretches when her music began to fade.
“And introducing her opponent, 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 of the Black Court AND a two-time FAWN World Champion AND she would like to remind you all that she currently leads this series two to nothing, she is SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPoIznBujEA
The speakers cut loose with an electronic scream and the Mayhem throng answered with a great deal of the throat-born variety, as was tradition in the presence of the Rainmaker. Always punctual when it came to time in the spotlight, Sue Burlingame stormed through the curtain and stretched her arms in a wide ‘T’ that called down a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro from overhead. For her second meeting with a FAWN, ahem, legend, that wouldn’t acknowledge her place in the hierarchy, she wore a snug dark tank-top sporting the face and slogan of none other than the Nubile Navajo, Nyssa Bloodwind. Her snarky sartorial choice earned an immediate split reaction from the fans and kept alive the debate of whether you should love the heiress for her talent or despise her for the near-toxic levels of bytchiness.
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
The woman in question didn‘t give a damn how they reacted, long as they did it at the top of their lungs. To that end, Susan basked in their attention for several seconds, then 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, one of the many areas of her exquisite frame she meant to punish Jules with over the next twenty minutes. For tonight’s series ending slaughter she wore the usual dark blue two piece with gold trim. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look, not that anyone paid too much attention to her footwear as she strutted down the ramp.
Making absolutely no attempt to swat the hands extended in her direction, Susan took the first half of her march at a leisurely pace, then broke into a flat out run that ended with an effortless dive beneath the bottom rope. Coming up on one knee, Burlingame popped to her feet and walked toward Juliet’s corner, only stopping when erstwhile referee Merle stepped in her path.
“C’mon Sue, go to your corner. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.”
Sue snorted, raised three fingers and hoisted that hand to the rafters. Bloodwind looked like she wanted to charge then and there, but the veteran held her position and her temper. Irritated by the lack of reaction, Sue backpedaled to the opposite corner as she told the zebra, “Twenty minutes isn’t nearly enough time, Merle. So I’m going to beat her as fast as I can, then linger over the aftermath.”
If the FAWNatics expected the lack of pre-bell confrontation to translate into a slow start, they were disabused of the notion when the bell sounded and Sue practically exploded out of her corner. Juliet had expected such a reaction from the other brunette and so she did what any sensible wrestler in her situation would have done. She raised her hands and went straight at the Rainmaker. Burlingame noted the approach and increased her pace, meaning it was only a matter of seconds until--
The Tempe Temptress lunged in for a Collar & Elbow and though Sue didn’t deny her, the former World Champion greeted her adversary with a swift Muy Thai clasp across the back of her head. Grunting as Susan forced her chin against her breastbone, Bloodwind changed her own grip to mirror the Courtier’s, unfortunately that meant she was half a second slow guarding against the stiff Kneelift Burlingame THWHUMPED into her tummy.
Jules broke her control with a startled groan, the FAWN original leaning into Burlingame’s grip so she could raise a makeshift guard over her gurgling midriff. This proved a timely decision as her forearms absorbed the worst from two more hard shots in half that time. A fourth was en route when the Beautiful Bloodhawk SLAPPED her attacker’s upraised thigh with both hands, then cinched her arms around Susan’s knee and yanked her whole leg off the mat hard enough to put Burlingame on tiptoe. Of course Bloodwind’s view was effectively limited to her own décolletage thanks to the Neck Clasp, so rather than fight it she drew one hand away from the cradle and proceeded to PWAK half a dozen shots into the other woman’s ribs.
Far less concerned about her vertical base than Jules would’ve liked, Susan halved her own grip on Juliet’s noggin and THWHAPPED a Forearm Smash against her mouth the instant she looked up. Bloodwind grunted, hurked up on Sue’s leg and jammed an especially vindictive fist into her flank. “That the best you got, rich girNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Burlingame cupped the back of Juliet’s skull in one hand, all the better to keep her staring straight ahead for the half dozen Forearm Smashes she laid against the original’s cheek. The last one forced Bloodwind to drop her leg, so Sue was planted on both feet when she raised her free arm high over-- surprised cheers from the Mayhem masses as the Buckskin Battler dipped down, caught Sue behind the knees and swept her to the mat with a Double Leg Takedown. Burlingame lost her wind when she hit the deck, though this was very much a secondary concern seeing as Jules somersaulted over her to land with the full weight of her back pressed against the Ace’s chest. Arms still cinched tight around Susan’s stems, Bloodwind drew the Jackknife a little closer and held on through…
ONE…
Sue CLAPPED both hands against Juliet’s ribs to break the pin almost simultaneous with ‘ONE!’ Back on her feet a heartbeat ahead of her tenacious rival, Sue planted on her left foot and unleashed the right in a swift little buzzsaw arc aimed directly at Bloodwind’s temp-- Jules dropped to all fours to avoid the kick, straightened up just as fast and threaded an arm between the heiress’s legs to yank her off her feet the instant Susan’s back was turned. With Burlingame stacked high and tight on her shoulders, Juliet balanced on tiptoe to brace every ounce of weight against those upturned haunches while the referee counted…
ONE…
Sue bucked her loose before ‘TWO’, the tawny battler uncoiling with enough force to send the rivals tumbling in opposite directions. Springing up like the canvas was toxic to the touch, Bloodwind meant to beckon Burlingame forward but she needn’t have wasted the energy, as Susan was already rushing in for “UUUGGGHH!” Juliet dropped to a crouch, hooked Sue’s left ankle and tugged just hard enough to deposit the former champion facedown on the mat. Bloodwind tumbled back to boot-leather immediately thereafter, grabbed hold of Sue’s left wrist and stepped over that arm in a deft little spin that coiled it tight around her encroaching thigh. Just like that she hopped over the downed brunette to end up laid out on her left hip whereas Burlingame was rolled onto the back of her head and shoulders with her left leg cradled tight for a count of…
TAKEDOWN MAGISTRAL CRADLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KovjnE1PFQ
ONE…
TWO…
Susan kicked out with a full second to spare, bounced to her feet as Jules did the same and THWHAP! Landed her first kick of the evening with a nasty shot across her opponent’s midsection. Bloodwind ‘oooffffhed’ and dropped to her knees, but didn’t stay there long as the Bankable Bombshell quickly hauled her up with a double handful of pigtails. A quick Kneelift to the gut kept Juliet doubled over long enough for Susan to switch her hold to an unpleasant, yet perfectly legal clamp on the back of her opponent’s neck. The series of kicks that followed was also legal, not that they felt like it, what with the Ace just driving her boot-sheathed shin into the Temptress’s face no less than half a dozen times. Ending the barrage before Bloodwind could muster a counter, Sue measured the other brunette for a second, then drove her knee into the side of Juliette’s skull with a low THWHUNK!
The Beautiful Bloodhawk grunted and collapsed to all fours, so Susan stepped over her bowed frame and dropped into a deep squat that smashed her backside against Juliet’s shoulders. The Butt Bomb finally put Bloodwind on the deck so Susan dropped to her knees and shoveled the other brunette to her back before hooking the far leg and pressing her left hand against Juliet’s cheek in a domineering cover good for a count of…
ONE…
TWO…
Juliet wrenched loose at ‘TWO!’, made it to her knees and was dragged the rest of the way with a double handful of hair. “I get that you’re looking to end this quick, hell, I am too.” Sue punctuated with a Headbutt that sent a shiver through Bloodwind’s knees. “Difference is, I’m looking for a knockout and you’re happy with some sneaky little bytch cradle. No wonder the whole arena cheered when I buried your nose in my UNGH!”
Jules interrupted with a Kneelift of her own, then raised the stakes with an Overhand Forearm Smash across the shoulders when Burlingame doubled over. “You better get used to talking about your ass in the past tense, babe.” Bloodwind snapped to the other brunette’s exposed back. “Because tonight I’m going to destroy EERRRRGGHHH!”
Susan went down on one knee to PWAK a straight right hand into the Arizonan’s navel, then grabbed a wrist and rose up to send Jules into the ropes with an Irish Whip. The heiress followed along a few steps behind only to drop to her belly an instant prior to Bloodwind hitting the ropes. Laid out parallel to the strands she could’ve been FAWN’s most gorgeous tripwire if Juliet hadn’t caught a glimpse and dipped low for a gorgeous cartwheel that put her down just beside the heiress. Reaching over the other brunette with her right arm, Jules hooked Sue’s upper back and turned her onto her back, folding the Courtier in half. Already close, she wedged her flank against Burlingame’s lower back and hooked a leg over her left bicep while she pinned the Sue’s right wing to the canvas with a claw good for…
HANDSTAND AND CRADLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ny7JkvLS8fU
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Susan flipped free, landed on her belly and promptly slid backward beneath the bottom rope to catch a breather on the floor.
“WHERE YOU GOIN’, BABE?!” Juliet barked even before she’d made it all the way to her feet. “I THOUGHT YOU WERE HUNTING KNOCKOUTS, SO HOW THE HELL ARE YOU GONNA FIND ONE OUT THERE?”
Sue took a step back, hands on her hips. “Flounce your way through those ropes and I’ll show you, Bloodynose.”
Jules scowled, sat down hard on the middle rope and yanked up on the top to better invite her nemesis into the squared circle. “Flounce? FLOUNCE? Bytch, hop on up here and say that to my fa--”
Burlingame leapt from the floor to the apron in a single bound that didn’t even require she put a hand on the ropes for balance. “What was that, Bloodwind? Something you wanted repeated close-up? Was it the line about crippling complacency? The line about how you’ve been overshadowed by everyone from London to your own sister? Or perhaps you didn’t hear me when I told Carpenter you took the Face Ride like someone who looked forward to--”
CRAAAACK!
Bloodwind laid lightning across Sue’s chest in the form of a huge Knife-Edge Chop! The narrowness of the apron combined with the scorching heat of the strike made it impossible for Burlingame to maintain her balance, so she dropped back to the floor with one arm angled snug across her chest. Not about to let it go that easy, Jules grabbed the top rope in both hands, hopped onto the bottom rope and leaned over as far as gravity would allow. “Talk shyt, get hit, rich girl.”
Susan put her hands on her hips, the Courtier displaying the new welt like a badge of honor. “The truth’s a lot of things, but it’s never shyt, Bloodynose.” she snapped. “Of course, the truth is you ARE shyt, so I can see why you would confuse the NNGGGHH!”
The Temptress hopped up and swung through the gap between the bottom and middle ropes to THWHUMP a stern Dropkick into Burlingame’s tits! Knocked backward by the weight of Juliet’s shot, Sue collided with the guardrail and might’ve slid to a seat on her haunches if she hadn’t hooked an arm around the steel. Attention momentarily diverted by the Arizonan’s tantrum, Susan looked up when a roar from the crowd proved impossible to ignore. Good thing too, as it was just then that Bloodwind left her feet in a high-speed Suicide Dive that took her whizzing right over the middle ro-THWHACK!
Burlingame pushed off the guardrail and lashed out with a high, perfectly timed Roundhouse that caromed off the side of her opponent’s skull. Wings clipped in mid-flight, Jules tumbled head over heels to land flat on her back in an ugly sprawl that earned sympathetic groans from every single FAWNatic in the first dozen rows.
“Holy frak!” Merle shouted, the ref forgetting all about his count. “Did you knock her out, Susan?”
Sue made an assessment of the wreckage, shook her head ‘no’. “No, princess is fine. She landed flat, so she might be a little short of breath but…” she stepped up, raised one heel and THWHUMPED it deep into the pit of Bloodwind’s stomach. Juliet sat up at once, the Buckskin Battler coughing and retching for a few seconds before collapsing onto her side in a shuddering ball. “Yeah, she’s fine.” the Ace confirmed with an alarming lack of empathy. “But you’re probably going to want to restart that count, Merle. Not that I’ll complain if you should forget.”
Merle most certainly did not (at least now that Sue reminded him) and he started the count without further prompting. Intrigued by the challenge of dishing out as much punishment as possible in the time allotted, Burlingame helped herself to other brunette’s pigtails and peeled her off the thin blue mat. Still reeling from that brutal headshot, Bloodwind only managed a feeble elbow to Sue’s midsection, not nearly enough to stop the Bankable Bombshell from THWHUNKING her forehead against the apron.
Juliet cried out and hit Burlingame’s tummy with another elbow, alas Susan endured it to crook her right arm across the back of Bloodwind’s skull in what was essentially half a Side Headlock. Doubling down on the veteran’s pigtails to strengthen her grip, the Ace leaned in against Juliet’s shoulders and proceeded to walk very slooooooooooooooowly alongside the squared circle.
“AAAAAAGGGHHH FAAAAAAHHK, STOPPIT YOU BYTCH!” Bloodwind yowled as the other brunette tried to scrape her forehead and cheek raw on the narrow apron. Susan did as bade, not because Juliet demanded it but because she simply ran out of usable space. Of course that didn’t mean her fun was at an end, certainly not. Ending the canvas constitutional with a saucy little flourish, Burlingame straightened her prey up and promptly BWUUUNKED her forehead into the unyielding steel of the corner ring-post! Bloodwind’s legs gave out and she crumpled to her knees, holding her stinging face in both hands.
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic.” Susan chided as she took rough possession of her rival’s wrists. “You were a four coming in, dropping down to a three is barely noticeable.”
“Kiss my ass.” Bloodwind grunted as she struggled to twist out of the Courtier’s grasp. “Better yet, why don’t you pucker up and kiss your own ass goodNNNGGHHHHH!”
The Bankable Bombshell slammed her left heel between Juliet’s shoulders and pushed forward in a simple Kneeling Surfboard made all the more unpleasant by the proximity of the Arizonan’s forehead to the side of the steel steps! “You’re the one committing career suicide, cupcake.” Sue muttered as she continued to puuuuussssssh. “Getting blanked in a series sucks, but it’s nothing a chick can’t come back from, even if she’s damaged goods like you. Losing THREE straight? Well, not even a cockroach like you survives that.” She eased off for a moment, then slammed her foot between Bloodwind’s shoulders even as she released the Surfboard! Jules BWONKED against the steel and collapsed in a heap, the wounded Wildcat wrapping both arms tight around her head.
Sue nodded over her handiwork, reached for a hold of Juliet’s waistband, then drew back when she realized Merle was at ‘SEVENTEEN!’ For a moment she considered rolling under the bottom rope just to shatter Bloodwind’s ego with a count-out and she did indeed slip into the ring, but then she slid back out to reset the zebra’s odometer. “Don’t bother wasting your breath, dork.” the Ace told him in the midst of twining Juliet’s pigtails around her fists. “I’ll have her back in your care shortly.”
Jules reached for her straining hair as Burlingame hauled her to verticality and that was fine by Sue considering she traded in the hair-hold for a Full Nelson at her earliest convenience. “I could’ve let you get counted out.” Susan whispered in her rival’s ear. “Remember that before you even THINK about whining over how this ends.”
“Stuuuhhh… stop stealing my lines, babUUUGGGHHH!” Susan crouched down and popped her hips in an explosive bridge that planted Bloodwind on the back of her head in shoulders! Sue’s bridge was perfect as ever and if they’d been in a ring she would’ve tried to hold it for a three, but since they were on the floor she simply released it and rolled to one knee.
A handful of trunks and tresses got Juliet up, though the resultant wedgie earned some boos from the first row FAWNatics when Burlingame tossed her under the bottom rope. “Oh, you trust the little quitter to beat the count?” she taunted. “You should be thanking me!” Jumping to the apron without waiting for their response, Sue surveyed the situation, found it to her liking and leapt onto the top rope. Lily always got the attention for her gravity defying exploits, but big sister proved her own bona fides in that arena not with a slick twist of flip, but by maintaining her balance on the rubber-coated steel for a good five seconds, more than long enough to flip a pair of birds at the brunette sprawled in her shadow. After that she took to the skies for a second time, her descent a simple but emphatic Splash that brought every bit of her weight THWHUMPING down atop Bloodwind’s chest. Far leg hooked in the wake of her foe’s breathless shivering, Burlingame drew Bloodwind’s knee up to her chest and nodded along for the count of…
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TWO…
Juliet broke the count by stuffing a hand under Sue’s chin and pushing as hard as she could, a tactic that was not appreciated by the former World Champion. Swatting Bloodwind’s encroaching paw aside, the Rainmaker flattened her own hands into paddles and CRAAAACKED a stiff Double Slap against her opponent’s tummy! Jules sat up at once, both arms crossed over her midsection like she was in danger of losing dinner. “Evil bytch.” the Temptress growled. “How is it that everything you do is NNNNGGGHHH!”
Burlingame pressed the heel of one palm to the side of Juliet’s mouth and tried to swipe the lips clear off her face. “Don’t even think you can bytch about my tactics.” Susannah’s usual bravado was gone, replaced by a cold confidence as she once again helped herself to the veteran’s pigtails. “Not after you used every desperate slut trick in the book to win the last HUUGGGH! UUUGGGH! UUGGGHH!”
Halfway to her feet thanks to the Courtier’s tugging, Bloodwind made Sue pay a steep price for the hair holds by driving the dagger of her right elbow into the other woman’s ribs. Burlingame’s grip didn’t seem to falter even after half a dozen shots, but the feel of those hateful abs yielding beneath her blows proved an excellent motivator, so Juliet straightened all the way up and slapped Sue’s face sideways before helping herself to an equally vindictive handful of hair. “Don’t you ever lecture me on how to win a wrestling match.” she punctuated the demand by mashing Burlingame’s cheeks together in a galling fish-face. “Your whole f*cking career is based on embarrassment and humiliaOOOOWWWW DAMMIT NNNNNGGGGHHHHH!”
Susan twisted her head to one side, all the better chomp down on Bloodwind’s steely fingers! Jules didn’t take it kindly of course and she went to rake the heiress’s eyes only for Burlingame to TWHONK her between the eyes with a huge Kneelift! Staggered by the heavy shot, the Beautiful Bloodhawk shoved Susan away and loaded up a huge Knife-Edge Chop, but Sue soaked it up on her forearms (albeit not without a noticeable grimace), then dipped around on Juliet’s six and caught her in a hard Waistlock. The Ace dropped her hips so Jules did the same and grabbed hold of Sue’s wrists to prevent a German Suplex. In that endeavor she was successful, as both feet stayed rooted firmly to the deck. However it did nothing to protect her from Burlingame’s increasingly foul mood, as she discovered when the Bankable Bombshell yoked up and drove a Headbutt into the nape of her neck.
Cringing over the increasingly ugly exchange, Merle started to interject only to have it die on his lips when Juliet STOMPED on her attacker’s toes like she meant to mash them into paste. “Let go of me, rich girl.” the Arizonan huffed in the midst of grinding her heel into those hapless extremities. “Or I swear you’ll lose this match by medical stoppAAAAAHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHHHK!”
Susan traded her Waistlock for a left-handed Belly Claw, one that kept Juliet off balance just long enough for the Ace to rear back and PWAAAK a callous right hand into the FAWN original’s liver. No amount of fighting spirit could ignore that sort of body shot and Bloodwind doubled over in agony before collapsing to her knees.
“Jeezum crow, are you ok, Jules?!” Merle practically shouted as he hurried over to the action. Bloodwind didn’t answer with words though she did manage to nod an affirmative almost at once. The ref didn’t look convinced, despite the rapidity of the response. “Ok. I’ll take your word for it, but if ever it looks like you can’t defend--”
Juliet’s hand darted out to clutch at the man’s shirt. “Don’t you f*cking NNNNGGGHH!”
Susan caught Bloodwind in the back of the head with a Kneelift that crumpled her to all fours. “Cripes, watch the head shots, Sue!” Merle warned. “We don’t need anyone missing ring-time with a concussion!”
“Embarrassing her didn’t work, Merle.” Sue replied without the faintest trace of snark. “Humiliation didn’t work either. So tonight I’m going to beat the ever-loving shyt out of Juliet Bloodwind.”
Neither the zebra or the Bloodhawk was in any position to contradict this statement, so Burlingame simply snagged hold of her foe’s buckskin and used it to haul her to verticality. Still snuggled in behind the retching warrior, Sue slipped her arms beneath Juliet’s biceps and laced her fingers across the base of Bloodwind’s noggin. The Dragon Suplex that followed featured absolutely no preamble. No whispered trash talk, no tawdry grind, not even a shift to make sure her burden ended up pointed at the hard camera, just a swift, brutal bridge that THWHUNKED Jules down flat on the back of her head and shoulders. Knees touching the canvas north of her ears in the aftermath of the brutal throw, Bloodwind showed no signs of life as Merle swooped in to count…
DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=T0gW_nh3REk
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THRNOOOO!
Juliet tore loose of the predicament and landed awkwardly on her left side. Beside her, Susan rose to one knee and took a moment to adjust her togs. Once that was done she stood up and put her hands on her hips. “This is stupid, Bloodwind.” the Bankable Bombshell snapped. “You’re a wreck and the match isn’t even ten minutes old. Tap out and we’ll call it a night. I won’t even make you kiss my ass, just as long as I never hear my name coming out of your mouth--”
Roars from the FAWNatics as Juliet clambered to her knees and greeted Susan with stereo middle fingers. “Who the f*ck do you think you’re talking to?” the Arizonan rasped. “You accepted the challenge. I’m damned sure going to see it through.”
Susan sighed heavily, took two steps back and beckoned the other brunette to her. “C’mon then, Bloodynose. Pick yourself up and HHHHRRRGGGGHHHHH!”
Juliet surged out of the crouch to drive her shoulder into Sue’s midsection with what would’ve been a Spear if she’d driven the Courtier into the canvas. Instead she powered to verticality with Burlingame folded over one shoulder like an especially vocal sack of laundry. Increasing her pace even as she ran out of runway, Bloodwind lowered her shoulder for the second time in less than a minute and pushed off her back foot to BWUUUUNG the former World Champion into the buckles as hard as she could.
Butt wedged above the middle buckle, Susan stayed draped over Jules’s back until the other brunette straightened up and CRAAAACKED her across the chest with one of those hellacious Knife-Edge Chops. Sue hissed, drew an arm across her chest only to snarl in disgust when Juliet knocked it aside and put another fresh welt across that coppery cleavage.
“Why don’t YOU quit, Sue?” Bloodwind muttered once she’d threaded the other woman’s arms over the top rope. “Just tell Merle your titties can’t take it and forfeit the match to me. Do you want to do that, babe?”
“I want you to shut up and wres--”
CRA-CRAAAAAACK!
Juliet clouted the Ace’s rack with a truly malicious two-handed Chop that would’ve put Burlingame on her knees if not for her immobilized arms. Nodding in appreciation as the crowd ‘WOOOOOO’ed’ her efforts, Juliet took Susan’s chin between thumb and forefinger and tilted her head back to force some remarkably hard-hearted eye contact. Speaking very carefully, she explained, “You might pin me. You might knock me out. You might even submit me. But Susan, you will NEVER make me walk away from a fight. Do you understand?”
Sue pulled away from the veteran’s grasp and offered her a nasty smile. “Yeah, I do. You’re too proud… or too stupid to know when you’re completely outmaNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Bloodwind pivoted into the other brunette and THWHUMPED her midsection with a wrecking ball-esque Hip Check that drove even more air from Susan’s already depleted reserves. Indulging herself with an absolutely massive handful of the Courtier’s battle damp hair, Jules mounted the second rope and wrenched the other woman’s head so far back the point of her chin was pressed against Bloodwind’s navel. “I’m going to punch you until my knuckles bleed.” the Arizonan said with apparent tenderness as she brushed some hair off Sue’s forehead.
Burlingame tried to pull an arm off the strands, but the Tempe Temptress was pressed in too tight and all her efforts netted was a brisk slap across the face. Jaw set to endure the FAWN original’s heavy, vengeful hands, Sue spat, “London would’ve started by NGH!”
Bloodwind pistoned a punch into the heiress’s hairline, reset and immediately followed it with another. That was more than enough to set the crowd in motion and they provided a running tally for all the abuse that followed. ‘TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’ Juliet angled her punchin’ hand (that’d be the right) over her left shoulder at a sharp angle and finished the set with a scathing Bytch Slap that CRAAAACKED across her foe’s cheek!
Merle’d been counting off the action too and he quickly tapped Juliet on the flank to make sure she didn’t keep belting away on the trapped Ace. She didn’t, but that didn’t mean Susan’s ordeal in the corner was over by a long shot. Dropping off her perch immediately following the final slap, Juliet stuffed a shoulder into the brunette’s tawny abs and muscled her into a seat on the top buckle. From there she climbed back to the second rope, hooked the Courtier into a Front Facelock and slung Burlingame’s near arm across her shoulders. What followed was the breathless anticipation that always seemed to accompany the process of first one lass, and then the other working their way to full verticality on the top rope. As nervous as the fans at this point, Merle called, “C’mon Juliet, get her down from there before--”
The Beautiful Bloodhawk dipped down and muscled Burlingame to high noon before gravity sent them both plummeting to deck with a thunderous Superplex! The THAWHAM of their combined impact was still shivering the ring (not to mention the teeth of several front row FAWNatics) when Juliet somersaulted over her prone opposition and got to her feet with the Front Facelock still intact! Dragging Sue to her feet quicker than she had any right, Bloodwind hoisted her into the rafters a second time, only now she released the Facelock and put that hand against the back of Susan’s neck to better control the Rainmaker’s descent when Jules sat out and PLANTED her on the canvas courtesy a flawless Falcon Arrow! With Susan laid out flat between her splayed stems, Jules hupped up and scooted forward to set her rump on Burlingame’s chest, thus strengthening her position when she hooked the Courtier’s left leg behind the knee and drew it toward her in a Half Matchbook good for the…
BLOODHAWK DIVEBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fZyKAzhoh0
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Susan shoved Bloodwind free with half a second to spare, a strong reminder of her reputation as one of the most tenacious wrestlers on the roster. Quick to one knee after the escape, Jules started to rise, then stopped when Burlingame sat up beside her. Not quite ready for the Ace to regain her feet yet, Jules forced her opponent back to the mat, scrambled to verticality and promptly thumped a gorgeous Standing Leg Drop across her clavicle.
“You really want to be careful dropping Shea’s name all the time.” Juliet opined as she hauled the Bankable Bombshell up alongside. “Because eventually she will be back. And when she does she’s gonna shut your mouth… assuming I haven’t done it for her.”
Sue muttered something sulky in response but Bloodwind didn’t pay attention, she only grabbed hold of the heiress’s wrist and sent her racing at the ropes with an Irish Whip. Sue made the return trip faster then the Arizonan was expecting, though not so fast that Jules didn’t have time to ready another of those deadly Knife-Edge Cho--NO! Burlingame dipped beneath the hand-cranked lightning and kept on going so that she was hitting the opposite side of the ring by the time Bloodwind whirled around. If Susan’s first approach was quick, this was downright sudden, as Juliet had barely got her bearings when the former World Champ took to the skies for a gorgeous Flying Crossbo--
SMECK!
Roars of delight from the Bloodhawk Nation as their heroine spread her arms wide and plucked her nemesis from the air. Jules didn’t bother with any trash talk, she let her smile speak volumes as she turned a slow circle in the center of the ring. Feet set firm, she twisted her hips to the right, then swung Sue left and dropped to one knee to THWHUNK Burlingame spine-first atop the post of her knee!
CATCHING SWINGING BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UCU-zTGPANA
The wicked Backbreaker jolted Burlingame into a slumped landing on her knees. This position ensured Jules couldn’t go for a quick pin, alas she probably would’ve preferred fighting off a cover compared to what came next. “You stretched the hell out of me the first two times we met.” Bloodwind muttered after she’d taken a position on the Courtier’s six. “You made a game of making me crawl to the ropes. Well I’ve got a game I’d like to show you, rich girl. I call it, how long will you last when you can‘t crawl?” The Tempe Temptress laced her hands across Burlingame’s chin and planted her feet atop the other woman’s vulnerable calves. Then she dropped to her butt and started to pull, a move which streeeeeeeeeeeeetched Sue’s back and neck against her cruelly positioned knees.
CAVERNARIA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WrnouqWMaE
“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH SHYT!” Burlingame wailed long and loud as the hold went work on her spine. Arms flailing wildly, she regained her composure long enough to waggle out a ‘no, no, no!’ for the official, but she went right back to thrashing about when Bloodwind jostled her chin.
“Why don’t you just give up quick, Susie?” Jules chided as she continued to test the limits of her adversary’s vaunted flexibility. “After all, you wouldn’t want me to use you up in one go, would you? Not when there’s two more matches in this series!” she emphasized the point by wrenching on the Ace’s straining chin.
“F*ck your two more matches.” Burlingame grunted once she finally managed to catch hold of her attacker’s wrists. “This series ends tonight. Along with any shred of relevance you might’ve still haEEERRRRRRRHHH!”
Juliet sat up, using her grip on the heiress’s chin to do so. “Say another word, babe.” she demanded of her opponent’s upturned, pain-wracked face. “Go on, I know you want to. Tell me how you’re going to match my accomplishments over the last twelve years. C’mon, let me hear you say it.”
Bloodwind rocked Sue’s chin up and down and jostled her knees to put even more torque on the Courtier’s spine. Teeth clenched against the anguish of Juliet’s trap, Burlingame somehow found it in herself to show the Arizonan a smile. “Nuuuuhhhhh…. never gonna match your accomplishments, Bluuhh… Bloodynose.” she croaked. “Because I surpassed them the moment I won the World Title for the FIRST timAAAAWWWWWWW F*CKING BYTCH!”
Susan wailed in infuriated anguish as Juliet halved the Chinlock to slowly raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake her nails up the former World Champion’s straining abs. Strangely unsatisfied with a single score, the Beautiful Bloodhawk reset her talon and a second, third and ultimately a fourth time before settling into a white-knuckle claw grip on Burlingame’s right breast. “Submit.” Bloodwind demanded. “Submit right now or I’ll keep you on display long after you’ve passed OOOOOWWWWWW GODDAMMIT!”
With the Chinlock only half as strong as it once was, Susan twisted her head to one side and sank her teeth into the soft flesh between Juliet’s thumb and forefinger. Forgetting about the claw hold at once, Bloodwind flattened that hand and SMACKED Susan in the side of the head as hard as she could. Burlingame growled but didn’t stop gnawing, in fact she curled her grabbed hold of the other brunette’s fingers and tried to twist them clear off her hand!
Forced to abandon the Coyote Trap to save her digits, Jules scrambled to a rough crouch, raised her free arm overhead and brought the point of that elbow down on the crown of Sue’s skull once, twice, three times. Grinning like a lunatic as she freed herself from the heiress’s teeth, the Tempe Temptress landed an elbow between Burlingame’s eyes for good measure, then snatched a double handful of hair and dragged her to boot leather. “Hope you enjoyed that little taste, Suzie.” she muttered. “Because it’s the last you’re ever gonna NNNNGGGHH!”
The Ace caught her around the back of the head and dropped to one knee to jam Bloodwind’s chin into the ball of her shoulder with an improvised Stunner! Jules didn’t go down, but she staggered hard, stepping in fencepost holes as she struggled to maintain her balance. As for Burlingame, she popped up and set her feet so her right shoulder was pointed at Jules. “Hey, Bloodynose.” she called. “Got some red on ya.”
Bloodwind put a hand to her nose on instinct and paid dearly for it when then Rainmaker hopped forward and TWHAPPED a low Super Kick into her left thigh! “Bytch!” Jules cried out as she grabbed at her throbbing leg. “You’re gonna HHRRRRGGGHH!” Susan tagged her with another low Super Kick, this one to the right thigh. The pinpoint strikes dropped Bloodwind to her knees, meaning Sue didn’t have to aim very high when she THWHACKED the third Super Kick off her opponent’s jaw! Knocked sprawling by Terrible Trio, Juliet barely heard the cries of the Bloodhawk Nation when Sue hooked the far leg and rolled into a Back Press good for the…
TERRIBLE TRIO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-WpjOCnc1s
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THRNOOOO!
Bloodwind wrenched free and twisted to one side, the kick-drunk battler reeeeeeeeaching for the ropes in hopes of finding sanctuary. She was still questing when Susan swung around on that side and laid claim to the brunette’s wrist and bicep.
“Nothing out there for you, honey. You want to prove you’re on my level? You’ll do it in here.”
“Would you just shut your goddamned mouth for once?” Jules grunted even as she swatted at punched at the Courtier’s flank. “Swear to God it’s like EEERRRRHHH YOU F*CKER!”
Susan slammed her knee down on the other brunette’s bicep, then shifted her foot so it was atop Bloodwind’s hand. From there she got up and pressed down, the resurgent Rainmaker making a point to grrrrrrrrriiiiind Juliet’s fingers beneath her sole. “That’s for going after my juggs you tawdry little slut.” she noted after ‘snapping’ her bottoms tight against her glutes. “And this is because I just don’t fucking like you.” Sue raised her foot off Juliet’s bicep only to drive her heel in just above the Arizonan’s elbow!
“BYTCH!” Bloodwind sobbed / shrieked as she rolled onto her stomach with the injured arm drawn tight against her torso.
Frowning, Sue circled around to Juliet’s left, took a couple steps back and THWHUMPED a savage punt into her ribs! Jules rocked hard but she forced herself to hold the position, lest she offer up her arm for more punishment. This didn’t seem to bother Burlingame, as she’d already positioned herself by the FAWN original’s feet. “Got anything else you want to say, Bloodwind? Maybe beg off before I kick your head into the lower deck?”
“F*ck off, rich girl.” Jules huffed. “This cheap shyt isn’t going to get the job OOOOOOOOHHHH YOU EVIL PIECE OF SHYT!”
Sue bent down, hooked her fingers into the leg holes of her opponent’s buckskin briefs and yanked the waistband well beyond the small of her back! Forced to break her defensive posture to fight back against the callous wedgie, Bloodwind powered to her knees only to topple forward in a groaning heap when the Ace drove a Kneelift into the base of her skull. “Bloodhawk my ass.” Susan muttered after she’d grabbed Juliet’s ankles. “Turtle is more like it.”
Bloodwind was in no condition to respond, even when Burlingame lifted her stolen stems off the canvas and threaded them around her hips. Completing the Wheelbarrow with a Waistlock, Sue ground her knotted fists into Juliet’s midriff and demanded, “Tell ’em you’re done, Jules. Tell your fans you can’t hang with the best anymore… if you ever could.
Jules shook her head ‘no’, planted both hands on the mat and pushed up. “Never done, babe. Not until I’ve shut you up once and for WHOOAAH NNNNGGGHHH!”
The Bankable Bombshell crouched down and hoisted up, muscling Juliet high into the air before releasing the other brunette’s waist. Momentum sent Bloodwind’s gams swinging out in front, so Susan hopped up and grabbed a mid-air Chinlock. Knees drawn tight against her chest, Burlingame landed on her back in relative comfort whereas poor Juliet was THWHUMPED down atop those posted joints, then dropped in a wheezing seat, her lungs thoroughly blown by the former World Champ’s innovative cruelty.
WHEELBARROW LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N8oLuNcf-5A
Sue didn’t bother with a pin, though she did snag a handful of pigtails to stretch her opponent out flat on the deck. Back on her feet without so much as a word to the fans or her prey, the heiress strolled over to the nearest corner and grabbed the top rope in both hands. Murmurs of appreciation quickly transformed into jeers of disdain when Burlingame hopped onto the bottom rope, then springboarded to the top floor and launched herself backward through the void with a gorgeous Moonsault that dropped every bit of her hundred and thirty so pounds across Bloodwind’s heaving tummy! Hooking the far leg as soon as she landed, the Ace threaded her right leg under Juliet’s near stem to make sure she stayed down for the…
CORNER SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=--aNetFdbr4
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Tempe Temptress escaped the counterfeit Bloodhawk Dive with less than a whisper to spare, not that Susan gave she or the FAWNatics much time to appreciate her resilience. Hauling the veteran up with a double handful of pigtails, Burlingame bent Jules backward and cinched an arm over her chin in search of the Inverted Facelock that’d--
“NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Juliet clasped her hands across the back of Sue’s neck and pulled her head down just far enough to slam the curve of her knee into the Courtier’s forehead! Abandoning her hooks with a growl and a hard SLAP to Bloodwind’s tummy, Burlingame grabbed a Wristlock and hurled her opponent at a corner on the far side of the ring. She followed along only a few steps behind, intent on knocking the Beautiful Bloodhawk senseless before she even registered her presence. However this proved more difficult than expected as rather than turn into the fast-approaching buckles Jules seized hold of the top rope and launched herself into a gorgeous handstand!
Sue slammed the brakes as hard as she could, but it didn’t stop Bloodwind from swinging down into a snug shins-first landing atop her shoulders. Pushing off the corner as soon as she was secure, Jules twisted ‘em both around and swung down between Burlingame’s legs to end up on her butt while Sue was stacked high on her shoulders! Arms cinched tight around the heiress’s squirming legs, Juliet leaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back to the limits of balance while Merle and the Mayhem crowd counted off…
HANDSTAND VICTORY ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XO7qI5jJEn8
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TWO…
THREE!
The Temptress slung Sue’s stems aside at once and bounded to her feet, the victorious brunette standing tall as the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… JULIET BLOODWIND!”
Already loud, the crowd amped it up by several decibels when the ref came over and raised Juliet’s hand. “Damn, that feels good.” she said after a heavy sigh. The sound of movement from behind drew her attention and when Jules turned around she was neither particularly surprised or particularly pleased to see Sue set on one knee. “Hear that, babe?” the Arizonan asked. “That’s a sold out crowd cheering their guts out because I just pinned your arrogant ass.”
Burlingame snorted, then raked a hand through her hair before standing up. “They’re no different than fans of any other sport.” she said blandly. “They love upsets, outliers… and flukes.”
Juliet’s dark eyes tossed sparks and she took a threatening step forward in spite of Merle’s presence. “No fluke here, rich girl. That was the start of a pattern. I hope you liked having your ass pointed at the lights.”
“Photogenic as it is, it looks better perched on your nose.” the Rainmaker murmured. “And it’ll be back right there,” she reached out and would’ve tapped the tip of Bloodwind’s nose if the FAWN original hadn’t swatted her hand aside, “before you know it.”
Jules stepped to within inches of the heiress to force some truly ferocious eye contact. “Never again, Susan. I beat you once. Which means I can do it twice. And then a third time.”
“You didn’t BEAT me.” Burlingame snapped. “Riding a chick’s nose. Knocking her out cold. Making her scream a submission in the middle of the ring, that’s how you BEAT a chick, Bloodynose. What you just did? You PINNED me.”
Bloodwind took a step forward and Sue did too, there was less than six inches between them. “I WON.” she said softly. “Deal with it.”
“You delayed the inevitable. Deal with that.”
Susan shouldered her way past the other brunette only to stop when Bloodwind clamped down on her arm. “Enjoy this moment, Susan. It’s the last time we share a ring when you’ll leave under your own power.”
Burlingame didn’t move, though her eyes flicked in Juliet’s direction. “Let go of my arm right now, Juliet. Or you won’t leave this ring for a very long time.”
Bloodwind squeezed even harder for a second, then let go and stepped back, granting Sue safe passage from the squared circle. “Tide’s turned, babe. I’m nippin’ at your heels tonight. Next time we’ll be neck and neck. After that? After that I blow you off the track.”