Post by dsb on Jul 15, 2018 23:55:46 GMT
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Please welcome, from the Kingdom of Dubai...weighing in at one hundred and sixteen pounds and standing at five feet four inches tall… she is the Ultimate Diva, the Best Thing that Ever Happened to FAWN and...ahem...the Greatest Lightweight Wrestler in the World... ZOE SCOTT!"
ALL OF THE LIGHTS!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAfFfqiYLp0
In actual fact the lights in the building all went off, all except five pure white spotlights which spun over the crowds and converged to a point at the top of the ramp. Into that pool of light walked a curvy olive-skinned woman, both arms out to the sides as if to invite the world to take in her form. The tableau stayed still for a second, then she ‘popped’ both hands open, her flashbulb sigil acting as the cue for the drums to kick in and for every light in the building to strobe back on.
ZOE SCOTT
The Oil Baroness took her time in moving down the ramp, giving those a t ringside plenty of time to take her in. Her dark hair hang loose, with a pair of expensive looking sunglasses with Cartier branding shading her eyes. A grey Calvin Klein-style sports bra tried gamely to contain the exaggerated swell of her bosom, cut low to reveal plenty of honey-tanned cleavage, while matching grey briefs were cut high to leave a good inch of bottom on show. A narrow golden band rimmed the top of her briefs, highlighting the place where Zoe felt her real gold should be were it not for the robbery committed on her by tonight’s opponent. Instead of boots the Diva wore flashy trainers with Balenciaga branding, with white socks stretching to her ankles.
Followed by the spotlight at all points on her journey, Scott reached the ring and clambered athletically up the steps. Once there she made a great show of pausing to brush off some specs of invisible dirt from her shoulders, readjust her togs for maximum impact, then remove those shades and hold them out into the darkness outside her spotlight. After a second a hand reached out form the darkness and took them.
Suddenly it became clear that someone else had followed her down to the ring. Sure enough the lights came back on to reveal the form of Scott’s assistant Isobel Lamont, who collected those sunglasses and tucked them into an expensive looking handbag. The Fixer was clad as usual in a strappy black top, jeans so tight they could have been painted on, and cowboy boots, with a black Stetson shading her eyes. She took the bag over to a chair by the commentary table, while up in the ring her boss raised her arms again and basked in the ‘adoration’ of the FAWNatics.
Resuming his duties after Scotty had her fill of the crowd’s ‘love’, the Announcer cleared his throat and called, introducing her opponent, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and ten pounds! She is the Star Strider, the Interstellar Angel, this is LILY BURLINGAME!”
Craning their heads toward the entryway like folks trying to follow the path of a shooting star, the FAWNatics let loose a delighted roar when the lights went down. From within that swirling, anticipatory murk came a thumping drum and a matched set of snapping fingers, the two bits of percussion bouncing to and fro in a rat-a-tat riff. A keening guitar note joined the beat and a few seconds later the situation got brighter in no small part due to the tongue of flame that licked at the base of the ramp. As the note held steady, the fire set off on a beeline for the top of the ramp. The wick shrank in time with the arrival of more guitars and an Earth-shattering KA-BOOM of red pyro that almost swallowed the first verse of ’Comeback Kid’. From the center of this flash and flame a figure emerged, shooting up from the floor to land flawlessly before the capacity crowd.
COMEBACK KID:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ps-SFmQe-vo
LILY BURLINGAME:
Launching herself from that brand spankin‘ new crater, Lily Burlingame pumped a fist for the crowd, then pointed at the ring and flew down the ramp in a blur of black, red and white. For tonight’s encounter with a woman who’d accused her of a rather egregious crime, the Star Strider sported gleaming black bottoms accented by swirling galaxies of stars done in blue and white. Her top was halter-style sports bra done in an identical scheme, the blue and white seeming to shimmer and twirl with her every move. Kneepads were matching black and also sported the galaxy motif, white on the left and blue on the right. Her hair, free of the mask that first made her famous, tickled the tops of her shoulders in a sleek, but slightly messy bob.
As eager to shut Zoë‘s mouth as she was to track down the rat who‘d stolen her mask, the former Lightweight Champion was all smiles as she tore down the ramp then leapt from the floor to the apron to the top rope in the span between heartbeats. Bouncing from it as casually as the terminally grounded stepped off the curb, Lily hooked a sharp turn to the left, hit the adjoining set of strands and went soaring into a gorgeous back flip that set her back in the center of the ring. Then she was off again, the Roseate Rocket rounding on one heel to sprint to the far side of the squared circle. At the ropes in an instant, she caught the top and middle in both hands, leapt and twirled over the third strand in a Tiger Feint Kick that ’swicked’ through the air.
Back in the ring a heartbeat later, the youngest Burlingame sister turned her attention to the Dubai Diva before she rose up on her toes and dropped to one knee, thumbing an invisible detonator as she did so. The fans responded with an appropriately thunderous ‘BOOOOOOOM!’ which left Lily beaming as she straightened up and offered her knees and elbows to Al Carpenter.
“I don’t know why some wannabe decided to steal my old costume and lay you out.” she told Zoë. “But tonight you learn the difference between a cheap knock off and the one and only Cherry Bomb.” Scott dismissed her with single flick of the wrist, so Lily backpedaled across the mat to the opposite corner all while keeping her eyes locked on the snotty ingénue.
When the bell sounded Zoë Scott came out of her corner with the sort of sulky self-righteous indignation possessed only by a brat who truly believed they’d been wronged. Lily Burlingame wasn’t in the best mood either, as her month-long investigation had turned up nothing on who might’ve stolen her Cherry Bomb mask, let alone impersonated her back at Spring Break. Yet even in the midst of her irritation the former Lightweight Champion understood the threat presented by the Dubai Diva and she forced all the imposter nonsense from her mind to better focus on the task at hand. Heading left from the buckles, she made a wide looping arc around the other brunette, one that brought her to within easy grabbin’ distance of ‘Bel Lamont. She’d more than half-expected the big Texan to make a swipe at her, but ‘Bel didn’t so much as twitch.
Satisfied she’d have Scotty on her own terms (at least for the time being) Lily sank into a springy grappler’s crouch mere moments before Zoë stomped over to invite her into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Forward momentum let Scott claim several steps before Burlingame set her heels, dropped her hips and stalled the momentum. No more than two seconds later and she was regaining the ground she’d lost, forcing Zoë back into the--
“OW, dammit!” Lily yelped in surprise and pain when Scott moved a hand from the nape of her neck into the short, dark sweep of her bob.
“What, you don’t like it, beeyotch?” Zoë sneered. “That’s too goddamned bad. Maybe you should have thought about the consequences before you jumped me at Spring NNNNGGGGGHHHH!” Lily didn’t fight fire with fire, she did however shift one hand to Scott’s chin so she could aggressively swipe the heel of her palm across her opponent’s mouth over and over again.
Not about to let this pampered princess control even a minor skirmish, Zoë yanked Lily’s head to one side, then flattened her other hand into a paddle and slapped her face no less than half a dozen times. “Don’t you EVER disrespect me!” she barked at the grimacing heiress. “I’m the best thing to ever happen to FAWN and you’re nothing but a nepotism hirEEEEERRRRRHHHH!” Lily slipped a thumb into the corner of Scotty’s mouth and pulled hard, wrenching her head to the side with a wicked fishhook!
Caught off guard by this show of cattiness from a pair of technically minded talents, Al Carpenter tapped each woman on the shoulder and said, “Enough of that penthouse crap, ladies! Give me a clean break right now!” Neither deigned to obey, so the lanky zebra started his count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Burlingame and Scott broke off with a mutual shove only to go nose to nose when Zoë slapped the taste outta the other brunette’s mouth! “Yeah, you like that, ya washed-up nobody?” Scotty snapped. “That’ll teach you not to stick your fugly nose in my busOOOOFFFFHHH NNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Lily came in low, slammed a shoulder into Zoë’s bronzed tummy and ‘hupped’ her onto one shoulder without ever breaking stride. Hands clasped just below the curve of her opponent’s glutes, the Star Strider charged into the nearest corner and BWUUUNGED her burden spine-first against the buckles. Still aware of her position despite the force of the impact, Zoë immediately hooked an arm around the top rope and demanded, “GET OFF ME! I’M IN THE ROPES!” Sighing, Lily let loose and straightened up, her hands rising to shoulder level to indicate a clean-- CRAAACK! Scotty slapped her across the mouth, then spun away and dipped her torso between the top and middle ropes! “I SAID GET AWAY, BYTCH!”
Lily took a step back. Then another. And another. She’d just convinced Al and Zoe of her honorable intentions when she rushed forward and THWHUMPED a Shoulderblock into the small of Scott’s back! Zoë cried out and pulled back into the squared circle, however her back was still to the Crimson Comet which meant she didn’t have much in the way of defense against the next three Shoulderblocks. Galled to endure this gaudy cheap-shot artist’s assault, Zoë started to shout for Carpenter to do his f*cking job when Lily cleared off without further prompting. Scott breathed a sigh of relief but didn’t bother to turn around since she was still nestled in the safety of the strands. This proved an error, as it meant she didn’t see the back-flip that took Burlingame away in the first place. She also didn’t see the smaller brunette charge, though she sure as hell felt it when Lily came in low with a truncated Spear that THWHUMPED her opponent’s tummy against the roughly-padded steel.
HANDSPRING SHOULDERBLOCKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yA4C8Yjanbs
“TRASHY BYTCH!” Zoë sobbed as her knees tried to desert her. “What’s the matter, can’t hit me when my back isn’t turned?”
Lily started after her, only to stop when Al put a hand on her tummy. “Why don’t you face me then, you mouthy little brat? Or are you hoping Lamont will do all the heavy lifting while you’re over there cowering in the corner?”
Rounding on her foe in the blink of an eye, Zoë snapped, “What was that, Burlingame? I couldn’t hear you because you’re all the way the f*ck over--”
Lily charged, leapt and landed with the soles of both boots pressed against the bronze planks of her opponent’s thighs. Her hands found their way behind Scotty’s neck and she would’ve Monkey Flipped the gray-clad beauty into next week if Zoë hadn’t cinched her arms around Lily’s upper thighs and spun in a quick half circle to set her atop the buckles. Letting loose as soon as the other brunette was properly mounted, Scott hopped onto the second rope for a Springboard… Bytch Slap? Yep, the Dubai Diva busted out an impressive show of athleticism and balance just to pink her rival’s cheek with a tawdry catfight staple.
Not that it was without value, mind. Scotty might not’ve had the slappin’ credentials of someone like Macy Renquist, but she still put the poseur’s head on a swivel, meaning Burlingame was too stunned to argue when Zoë grabbed both ankles and hauled her back to the canvas. CRAAACK! A second Bytch Slap scrambled Lily’s senses that much more, thus allowing Scotty ample time to mount the second rope and grab a double handful of hair.
“Hope you kept that nasty little mask, loser.” Zoë sneered once she’d forced the other brunette’s chin into the encroaching plank of her midriff. “Because you won’t be showing that fugly face anywhere once I’m done with you!”
Burlingame pushed and scraped at the other woman’s thighs, but couldn’t get free. “Tuuuhh… told you already,” she growled, “I didn’t attack UNNNGGHH!”
Scott halved the hair-hold just to pound a hard right hand into the heiress’s hairline. This got nothing but jeers from the crowd, which angered Scotty to no end. “Should’ve known you Florida morons couldn’t even count!”
With that she proceeded to unload on Lily’s forehead and the sold-out crowd DID tally her score, though it was mostly out of spite. ‘TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’
Zoë paused, raised both hands and ran them through her hair, making a point of showing her superiority before she wound up for the final-NO! Lily slipped between her foe’s stems with a heartbeat to spare, leaving Scott’s fist to BWUUUNG against the top turnbuckle! Cringing as she held her stinging hand against her chest, Zoë didn’t recognize the danger until Burlingame THWHAPPED a hard kick against the back of her left thigh. Scott went down hard, landing flat on her back with a cringe worthy thud.
It left her in the perfect position to eat a (legitimate) Cherry Warhead, but Lily had other ideas. Crouching beside the breathless brunette, she grabbed a handful of hair and yanked Zoe’s head off the mat. “One more time, honey. I DIDN’T attack you. Know how I know? Because my face has been on buses and billboards for the last three years. Everyone already KNOWS who I am, whereas they think you’re just Portia’s mean foreign exchange student. IF I was going to lay you out I’d do it just like I am now. Face to freakin’ face. Now get off your ass and fight!”
She tossed Zoë’s head down, popped to her feet and backed off so Scotty could regain her footing without finding something else to whine about. Unfortunately it was an almost impossible to give the Dubai Diva no reason for griping, and those exotic eyes glared furiously up at Lily even as the brunette regained her feet.
“Let’s get one thing clear you stupid little girl” she hissed. “You might have been hot once but now the only thing anyone wants to use your face for is as the definition of a has-been. I’m the star in this ring, I’m the must-see attraction, and I’m the one who’s the Best Thing that Ever Happened to HEY OWWW!”
It seemed that Zoë had planned to unleash yet another slap to punctuate her sentence, but she barely made it halfway through the swing before Burlingame snatched her hand out of the air and swung the palm of her other hand up to deliver a stinging slap of her own! With the brunette’s head turned Lily barreled forwards, again tucking her shoulder ready to lift Scott up. But she was interrupted in turn, the Diva flinging one leg wildly up so her knee thumped into Cherry’s chest.
Whether the strike had landed by luck or by judgment, it was effective in stopping the Star Strider in her tracks. Lily abandoned her grip to cross both hands over her hurt chest, legs pushing off to backpedal away. She wasn’t quite fast enough though, Scott hooking two handfuls of brunette locks, leaping up and dropping to her butt. Burlingame’s unprotected face was driven into the canvas between the V of Zoe’s legs, the snap Facebuster earning a groan from the crowd.
Worse was to come however for their heroine, Scott keeping hold of one handful of hair and yanking up to drag both back to their feet. Lily immediately brought both arms up, one shoving while the other worked on that hair-hold, but those hands fell away again when Zoë fired up another quick Kneelift, this one aimed squarely between the Crimson Comet’s legs. With her burden thus pacified Scott shifted her grip and hauled upwards, the Suplex lift almost reaching high noon before she dropped Burlingame back in the direction she’d come.
VERTICAL SUPLEX FACEBUSTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eRMEgB0xlPE
Lily’s pretty features bounced off the canvas-covered plywood and she flopped to her front, hands reaching up to check her nose for blood. Sitting at a point just above the hurting brunette’s head, Scott shuffled forwards, reached down to grab one of those arms and then sat back and yanked up into a tight Hammerlock which kept the wriggling lovely pinned to the matt.
“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…” Scott hauled back on the hammerlock, earning a bitten-back groan from Lily, then continued. “I hear your family used to have a bit of money and you certainly act like a spoiled little brat. It must be hard knowing that you’ve been replaced as the face of FAWN, but jealousy is a terrible thing. And if you think putting on a mask and sneaking around like a nasty little thief is going to get you the spotlight back then you badly need a lesson in what a real star looks liiIAIIIIIIIYEEE!!”
Unwilling to listen to any more of the Jetsetter’s bile, Lily worked her free hand up and around until she could dig her nails into the sensitive pressure point around Scott’s wrist. The result was an immediate lessening of the pressure on her shoulder, but this was only temporary as the other brunette pushed to her feet and used that captive limb to drag Burlingame up as well. But the instant she reached her feet Lily sprung into action, swinging her free elbow back to CLUNK into the side of Scott’s noggin!
The pressure on the hammerlock decreased again, and two more swift elbows from the flexible brunette were enough to convince Scott to give up altogether. Instead the Diva placed both hands between Burlingame’s shoulderblades and gave her a big shove, pushing the smaller woman off towards the ropes. Zoë waited for her return with one arm cocked, apparently planning to deliver a big clothesline. Instead she was obliterated as the Roseate Rocket twanged back off the ropes with even more speed and took to the skies, delivering a huge Flying Forearm Smash right into Scott’s unsuspecting chest.
The Diva almost certainly would’ve collapsed to the canvas if it wasn’t for the presence of the ropes at her back. As such she just slumped, held up awkwardly by the springy strands. Lily took one look and sprinted back off to where she’d just come, bouncing off the ropes ready to deliver even more punishment. She left her feet again looking for a second forearm, only for Scott to duck out of the way at the last possible instant. Denied her landing pad, Burlingame somehow managed to reach out a hand and snag a rope, preventing herself from an awkward crash-landing to instead end up in a sort of jerky seated position on the apron.
This lasted for all of two seconds before Scott hopped off both feet and drove a powerful Standing Dropkick into her back. It seemed that gravity had temporarily caught up with Cherry Bomb, the brunette catapulted forwards off the apron onto the lightly-padded concrete floor, coming to rest in a heap. She scrabbled gingerly to her feet only to see Zoë Scott above her, leaping down with both knees out.
APRON METEORA
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nw7nV7EoC0
Burlingame’s back was driven into the padded concrete with the full weight of the Oil Baroness crushing into her chest. Scott hopped up to her feet and stood over the crushed ‘Bomb, both hands spread wide to invite adulation.
“THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS!” she roared into the crowd. A thousand disapproving voices roared back, but Scott didn’t seem to notice, a smile spreading across her face. “This is what happens when jealous little bytches try to get in my way. This is what happens when the real best lightweight in the world comes to town!”
By this point the crowd’s opprobrium was reaching a dangerous decibel level, but again Scott seemed to ignore this. Instead she bent down, stuffing a quick’n’dirty elbow smash into Lily’s jaw and then dragging the woozy brunette up to her feet again. Discombobulated though she was Lily still had the wherewithal to try to pull away, but another forearm mollified her long enough for Zoë to grab one arm with both hands and lean her full weight into an Irish Whip aimed straight at the steel ringpost!
Woozy as she was, Lily knew she was in danger and yet again demonstrated why she was known as the Girl that Gravity Forgot. Faced with a headfirst dash into the hardened steel, she showed preternatural athleticism to leap sideways and slide with impossible fluidity through the gap between the ring post and the bottom buckle.
If that miraculous escape wasn’t enough she compounded her skill by dropping back on the other side, barely breaking stride as she circled back. Zoë could only stand slack-jawed as the Roseate Rocket again dived through the gap between ropes and corner, this time hooking around Scott’s head in the process. Zoë’s noggin was dragged around and down into an improbable but highly effective Tornado DDT!
RING POST DIVING TORNADO DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KbF5elgkCrE
A moment of stunned silence, then the crowd exploded, the collective 'holy shyt' battling with shouts of appreciation for their favourite. Aches washed away by that roar, Burlingame popped to her feet, raised both her arms and yelled “That’s what I’m talking about, Orlando!” she took a few steps back, surveying the honey-tanned wreckage of Zoë Scott...
…And came to a halt when she felt a strong hand grab her arm from behind.
Isobel Lamont had been slow to involve herself once the action spilled out of the ring, but now she gave a big tug to spin Burlingame around to face her. For her part Lily didn’t’ seem in the slightest bit intimidated by the much larger blonde, bristling forwards so she was face to face, or rather face-to-chest, with the fixer. She stopped only when Bel spoke, her voice so quiet that even Lily could barely make out the words.
“Was it you under the mask?”
Pressed up on tiptoes to get her face as close to Lamont’s as possible, Lily hissed “No!”. The Texan eyed her for a second, then nodded in acceptance. “Thought not. She moved different from you. If you find out who it was, give ‘em hell for me.” Before Lily could respond she felt the big blonde clamp down on both arms and lift her in the air with ease.
Bel spun through 180, the crowd seeming anxious about what she was about to do. So there was an audible sigh of relief when she simply placed the smaller woman safely back on her feet again before Lily could utter a complaint, immediately backing off to position herself between the ‘Bomb and Zoë. “Back off miss,” she said, her tone suddenly professional and loud enough for everyone to hear. “Kindly step back into the ring and Miss Scott will rejoin you shortly.” The crowd seemed slightly disappointed at the curtailment of their ringside fun, but after a second Burlingame hopped back up onto the apron and into the ring, backing away while Lamont bent to tend to her boss.
“How you doin’, Scotty?” ‘Bel asked the flattened brunette. “Need me to buy you some more time?”
One hand on her forehead, Zoe slowly hauled herself to a seat and cocked an ear for the referee’s count. Shortly thereafter Carpenter tolled ‘TEN!’ and the Dubai Diva waved her off. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Just make sure that disgusting little cheapskate doesn’t try to jump me while I’m recovering.”
Lamont stood up, looked over one shoulder to where Burlingame waited in the center of the squared circle. “You got all the breathing room you need, Zoë.” the big blonde replied. “Gonna wanna be careful, though. This one’s dangerous.”
Scowling at the faint undercurrent of respect in the Texan’s tone, Scotty clambered to verticality and snapped her fingers to get Lamont’s attention. “No, she’s an annoyance. I’M dangerous, ‘Bel. Don’t ever forget it.”
Lamont tipped her head ever so slightly. “Yes ma’am.”
Satisfied that she’d set the world back on its proper axis, Scott climbed onto the apron only to immediately return to the floor when Lily rushed the ropes! Zoe raised an angry finger to force the other brunette back but the heiress beat her to it by leaping onto the top rope and vaulting backward through the aether to bust out a perfect ‘super hero landing’ right back there she started. Infuriated by any attention that wasn’t lavished on her, Scotty planted a knee on the apron, grabbed the middle rope in one hand and pointed to Al at the other. “Keep that little speed freak back! I have every right to return to the ring without enduring that sort of ostentatious harassment!”
Lily took a step back so Al didn’t have to ask it of her. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Burlingame called loud enough for the fans to hear. “Is the ‘best lightweight in the world’ worried she can’t even get into the ring without help from the referee?”
“All right, that’s it.” Zoe barked. “Your tired old ass is f*cking de--”
‘Bel touched her shoulder, drawing an angry glare from the brunette. “Don’t try to play her game, Scotty.” Lamont said softly. “Play your own.”
Scotty stepped away with a furious little shrug. “Don’t ever tell me what to do, Isobel.”
Hauling herself onto the apron like a woman possessed, Zoë snatched hold of the top rope in both hands, then leapt up and used the rubber-coated steel like a springboard to come down barely a foot removed from the former Lightweight Champ! “How’s THAT?!” she barked in Lily’s nonplussed face. “Go ahead and top that entrance you pathetic Zoë Scott knock--NNNNGGGHHHH!”
Understandably famous for her high risk offense, Lily Burlingame was quietly well regarded as one of the quickest strikers in the division, a fact Scott learned in the form of a heavy Headbutt that THWHUNKED between her eyes! Turning away to rub at her spouting eyes, Zoë snarled aloud when the Crimson Comet stepped in behind and aggressively mussed the brunette’s hair! Scotty wheeled around for a blindside Haymaker that Burlingame dipped en route to slamming a set of knuckles into her foe’s tummy. Helping herself to a quick Wristlock when Scott tried to wrap her in a sloppy clinch, Lily bumped a quick Shoulderblock into the tyro’s tits to kick start the backpedaling that took them into the nearest corner.
“Reaction time’s a little slow to call yourself the best in the world.” Lily purred in Scott’s ear as she made a point to grrrrrrrrrrriiiiind her shoulder into the other woman’s sternum. “But maybe you’re just having an off night. Would you like another chance to prove you aren’t all hype?”
Zoë slapped and pushed at the heiress’s encroaching flanks, but couldn’t create any space. “You gauche bytch, you’re going to pay for--” Burlingame stepped away and whipped Scotty from the corner so hard that she went down flat on her belly while the out of control Oil Baroness rushed headlong at the opposite buckles.
“TURN, SCOTTY!” ‘Bel pounded the apron with both hands. “TURN INTO IT, DAMMIT!”
No use, Scotty was still moving full speed ahead when she BWUUUNGED tits-first into the top turnbuckle. Bounced clear of the corner in a short of knock-kneed shuffle, Scotty crossed both arms over her throbbing chest, meaning she was essentially defenseless when Lily sprinted up from behind and vaulted into a seat astride her shoulders. Zoë registered her foe’s weight at once and raised both hands to rake the Star Strider’s thighs, alas this wasn’t nearly defense enough to keep Burlingame from dropping backward into a lightning-quick handstand that tore Scott off her feet and THWHONKED her down on the crown of her skull!
POISONED 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7JGCY956k6w
Far more gobsmacked than even the most wide-eyed of FAWNatics, Zoe rolled through to her knees, then went down flat on her face and didn’t move until Lily shot the Half Nelson and rolled her for a Crossbody that earned the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Isobel Lamont breathed an audible sigh of relief when her employer managed to get a shoulder off the mat with half a second to spare. Lily didn’t seem to mind the escape half as much as the FAWNatics, she only nodded and took a moment to ‘flick’ her trunks snug against her hips. After that she got up, grabbed Scotty’s wrists and turned her a quarter circle so the Dubai Diva’s midsection was practically bisected by the shadow of the ring post. Those assembled urged Burlingame to go up top and indeed the former champ did step over her vulnerable foe, but instead of going all the way up she only hopped onto the second buckle, then dropped off in a neat little twist that drove both heels in Zoe’s tummy. Scott ‘ooffffhed’ and sat up, or at least she would have if Lily didn’t jostle up n’ down to keep her squirming and writhing on the mat.
Skipping off as Al hurried over to make a count, Lily shooed the zebra aside as she made her way to the other side of the ring. A little bit of clapping on her part was more than enough to get the whole arena going and it was to this thunderous backbeat that Burlingame took off across the canvas on a sharp diagonal. A simple sprint would’ve covered the distance fast enough, but simple was for those bound to barbarous concepts like gravity, so Lily peeled off a flawless handspring that flowed into an effortless back-flip, at the apex of which she curled into a ball, twisted around a full half circle and spun through 450 degrees of gut-smashing unpleasantness before she THWHAPPED down atop Zoe’s gulping midsection!
CARTWHEEL PHOENIX SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fAoxoGcZYvk
Scotty ‘Unnnnggghhed’ and beat her heels against the canvas, the usually mouthy lightweight oddly quiet when Lily peeled her off the mat. “Something tells me you’ve made up your mind about who was under that mask.” Burlingame told the Oil Baroness as she sidled in against her back. “So I won’t waste any more breath trying to convince you it wasn’t me.” She threaded her right leg over the ingénue’s right thigh, then hooked her right arm under Scotty’s left bicep and cranked it back at sharp angle to secure the Abdominal Stretch.
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3-GCIg_95c
Zoë grimaced, bared her teeth and shook her head ‘no’ so the ref wouldn’t bother her with any stupid questions. “Of COURSE it was you.” she grunted. “Why wouldn’t you hide your face? You don’t want everyone to realize you just can’t compare to AAAAARRRRGGGHHH!”
Lily shaped her free hand into a spade and affixed it directly to Scotty’s golden brown tummy. “You’re the one that doesn’t compare, Zee.” the former champ grunted as she tried to gouge through her opponent’s flank. “I’ve submitted some of the best lightweights on the planet. The only thing you’ve submitted is your daddy’s Black Card lim--”
Burlingame quieted down when Zoë snatched a handful of hair and pulled as hard as she could. “Let me go right now, brat.” Scotty demanded in a hateful whisper. “Or I’ll rip out these tacky extens--OOOOWWWWWWWWWW STAAAAAAAAHHHHHP!”
Lily traded in the Belly Claw for a white-knuckle grip on the center of her opponent’s thighs, a tactic straight out of her big sister’s playbook. “My grip’s legal, honey.” the Roseate Rocket whispered in Zoe’s ear. “So you’ll still be screaming long after Al’s made you let go of my hair.”
Sure enough Carpenter’s lanky form loomed into Scott’s view. “She’s right, Zoë,” he informed her, “Get off the hair, I won’t ask again.”
Scott didn’t move one iota, talons still entwined in the ‘Bomb’s mane, but the next voice came from outside the ring. “You’re stronger than her, boss!” Isobel Lamont called, “Ignore her hair and buck your way free!”
Still no change in approach from Scott, causing the referee to throw his hands up in frustration and start a very loud count. “So I guess your minder is the brawn AND the brains in your relationship,” Lily purred into the captured Jetsetter’s ear. “That must be why she ends up fighting every single battle you get in…”
“SHUT UP!” Scott’s screech seemed to be directed at pretty much everyone in the vicinity, but she waved a finger in the direction of Al Carpenter. “Shut up!” she demanded again, “shut up and get the tawdry bytch off me!”
The referee’s count had reached three, but he paused for a second and leaned closer. “You know she isn’t breaking any rules, Zoë, but if you’re unable to continue I can end this right nNOOOWW” Scott’s admonishing finger transformed into a claw which swiped a big handful of his shirt and yanked hard. The lanky ref was jerked forwards, with the precariously entwined battlers lurching the other way.
Carpenter managed to steady himself and sway back before what would have been an embarrassing collusion, but the momentum was enough for Zoë to sneak her leg free from Burlingame’s anaconda clutches. And that newly liberated gam wasted no time in flicking up into a swift Mule Kick which split the smaller woman’s wickets! Mouth forming an ‘O’ of pained surprise, Lily abandoned the remnants of her clutch to soothe the unexpected ache in her nethers.
Lurching forwards after finally being free of that hateful stretch, Zoe’s first thought was to tend to her own abused center. A swift rearrangement of her togs was enough to dampen that blaze for the moment, and she extracted a full revenge by spinning around and firing another vicious kick square into Lily’s togs.
“You went to the trunks first!” she spat as Burlingame dropped to her knees. “Remember that when you’re screaming my name into the lights in a few minutes. You. Went there. First!” Lily’s immediate response was to push up from her knees and launch a counter offensive, but Scott flicked out another kick which ‘THWAPPED’ into her chest and drove her back on her haunches again.
Unwilling to let the heiress have even a second of recovery space, Scott lunged forwards and grabbed two big handfuls of the Crimson’ Comet’s trunks, hauling upwards to deliver a brutal wedgie which had Burlingame up on tottering feet. That state of affairs only lasted for a second, Zoë muscling the hurting ‘Bomb up as high as she could and then dropping to one knee. Lily landed with that posted joint thumping between her thighs!
Both girls held their tableau for a second, Lily’s face still pained while the Dubai Diva’s eyes blazed malice. Then Scott slammed a forearm into the other brunette’s face to knock her off her perch. Diving on top, Zoë poured herself over the smaller woman and pressed down, keeping the Crimson Comet’s shoulders down as Carpenter dropped to count…
ONE
TW…
Despite enduring a minute or so of anguish Lily Burlingame had far too much pedigree to go down that easy, shoving the Diva off with authority to earn herself a huge cheer from the crown and a very audible groan of frustration from Lamont at ringside. “I told you she’s dangerous Scotty, stick to the plan!” For her part Scott still looked apoplectic, but she channeled that rage into action, snugging up behind Lily just as she got to her knees and snaking one tanned arm around the other brunette’s throat.
KNEELING REAR CHOKE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMaBGVc5Zw4
Everyone in the arena knew that a rear choke was only truly locked in when the victim was on their back, but Zoë seemed far more concerned with admonishing her assistant than in completing her clutch. “Stop telling me what to do!” she yelled in Lamont’s general direction. “I do what I want, and right now I want to make this sneaking little slut regret that she ever heard my name!”
Sure enough the Diva’s free hand formed a claw and plunged down towards the vulnerable flesh between the ‘Bomb’s thighs. But it never made it there, Lily snatching her wrist out of the air while her other hand worked to remove the arm blocking her windpipe. “I might not be Sue but my last name is still Burlingame, brat. And if you seriously think you can win in my trunks you’re even more deluded than IAIIIIIOWWW.”
Roaring in frustration, Zoë abandoned her attempted claw and borrowed a play form her assistant’s book, bringing her arm out wide and clubbing three quick forearms into the side of Burlingame’s head. The disorientation was enough to dislodge Lily’s grip and she finally felt herself yanked backwards, Scott scissoring her legs around t finally cinch in a true Rear Naked Choke! “No-one cares what your name is,” she hissed to the gurgling grappler, “MY name is the one that everyone in FAWN fears.”
Mired deep as she was, Lily was still one of the finest technicians in the division and she proved it by simultaneously working one hand between Scott’s intruding thighs while the other wormed in next to her throat to buy herself some literal breathing room. “W…whatever” she groaned, “You t…talk a good fight but we both know you c…can’t get it done without that minder of yours.”
“SHUT UP!” The Oil Baroness reefed down on her choke and leaned closer so she could hiss right into Lily’s ear. “All you do is sneak around under masks and make nasty little insinuations. Well I’m not giving you an excuse. BEL!” Surprised, Lamont leaned forwards under the ropes and cocked an ear. “I don’t need your assistance tonight. Get out of my sight and you can come and collect my belongings after I’ve celebrated my victory.”
Lamont seemed taken aback. “Are you sure boss?” she asked curiously.
The glare she received in return could have stopped traffic. “I didn’t stutter. Get it into your stupid gorilla brain. I don’t need you. Now go!”
Another second’s pause, then the big blonde shrugged and turned to leave ringside. “Explain that then, cheat!” Scott crowed to the trapped ‘Bomb, “your excuse just walked out of the arena, and now everyone’s going to know I’m the better AH DAMMIT!”
Making the most of the distraction, Lily worked both her hands down into the Bodyscissors around her waist and jerked upwards. Those constricting legs popped open and the Girl that Gravity Forgot was already on the move, tucking into a swift backwards roll which pulled herself free of the choke. She even rolled smoothly back to her feet, the technical skill earning a round of appreciative applause…
…which disintegrated when Scott sat up from the matt and drove a thumping uppercut between her thighs. The impact of yet another low blow stopped the ‘Bomb in her tracks and she was easy prey as Zoë ducked under one arm, brought her leg out in front and swept it back. The enforced somersault ended with Lily’s head driven into the matt while the Diva landed on her butt alongside.
DE-LISTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9eG8CZ8lIJU
The aftermath of Scott’s signature move left the Roseate Rocket in the classic ‘shoulders down, ass up’ position. But instead of just holding her there, Zoë curled one hand into a talon and again drove it into the tender flesh of Burlingame’s trunks! Held in place by the vile claw, Lily was forced to endure as Carpenter dropped to count…
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Burlingame popped out of the ungodly predicament with a whisper to spare, the former Lightweight Champion flopping out on one side in a semi-fetal position with both hands wedged between her thighs. “THAT WAS THREE!” Scotty screamed at Al Carpenter. “BYTCH WAS DONE AND BEGGING FOR MERCY, CAN’T YOU COUNT?”
The official was unperturbed by the Dubai Diva’s rancor, but he cleared off a few steps just to be on the safe side. “As a matter of fact, I can. And that was only two.”
Zoë smacked a hand against the mat, then raked it through her battle-damp hair. After several calming breaths she leaned over Lily, snatched a huge handful of hair and yanked her head off the mat to sneer, “You’re done now, slut. Hope you enjoyed your one moment in the presence of true greatness.”
The Star Strider had too many other problems to bother with a verbal reply, so Scott hurried to her feet and hauled her prey up alongside. Switching over to a Wristlock so the clearly-biased referee couldn’t give Burlingame yet another shortcut, Zoë pointed Lily at a corner on the far side of the ring and sent her off with a wickedly enthusiastic Irish Whip. The crowd pleaded with Lil’ to flit out of danger, hit the brakes or even just turn around, but the brutal trunk work had shorted out her muscle memory and Burlingame went tits-first into the top turnbuckle with a BWUUUNG that made your fillings ache.
Scotty was sure such an impact would’ve knocked the little quitter off her feet so she was a little irritated when Lily only bounced out of the corner in a drunken stagger. “Bouncy little bytch. What do I have to do to put you--” the answer came to mind so quickly Zoë forgot to be angry. In fact she was grinning from ear to ear as she stomped up behind Burlingame and dropped to one knee. Wedging her head between the other brunette’s thighs, Scott palmed Lily’s knees to hold her steady while she muscled her into the Electric Chair.
“Take a good look!” she shouted into the boos hurled in her direction. “This is what happens when a disgusting little loser comes up against someone who’s truly bleSSWOOOAAAHHH!”
Lily sank down and pushed off her perch, not much, just enough to twist her way from the Electric Chair to a Powerbomb stall. Of course there wasn’t much stalling at the moment, considering the speed with which Burlingame locked her legs around Scotty’s head and flipped backward to come down on her knees while Zoe was torn from her moorings and PLANTED flat on her back with the Roseate Rocket’s trunks grinding atop her chin! Catching Scotty’s legs as they flew into the air, Lily leaned forward until her own forehead was only inches from the mat and the crowd was counting…
CELESTIAL'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-j9759dlzg0
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Zoë fought her way free with so little time to spare that she threw two frantic fingers at Al. “That was only two! Two!” Dismissing him as soon as he confirmed her suspicions, the Oil Baroness turned to find the slippery little tramp who--
CRAAACK!
Burlingame tagged her cheek with a stiff right-handed slap, then followed it with a left-handed shot for good measure. Stunned by the speed and weight of her foe’s shot, Scott couldn’t protect herself when Lily delivered an equally quick kick to her left thigh. That put the arrogant brunette on one knee, thus making her a perfect target for the neck kick, a low roundhouse that THWHACKED off the side of her skull! Zoë crumpled onto her face, where she remained until Burlingame shot the Half Nelson and shoveled her onto her back for the…
COSMIC FLURRY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BDii2sE1Vb8
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Scott escaped defeat for the second time in less than a minute, though this halfhearted twitch of a shoulder had none of the urgency of her earlier effort. Beside her, Lily Burlingame leaned back on her haunches and smoothed her hair back with both hands. The nauseating ache in her crotch was finally subsiding but in it’s place was an anger she hadn’t felt since her wars with Polly Lockwood or Gabby Mendoza. Eyes narrowed to dark slots, she buried a hand in Zoë’s hair and peeled her off the mat before delivering another brisk flurry of slaps.
“You think I’m scared of you, Scotty? Huh? You think I’m scared? she demanded of the reeling exotique.
“Oh, you jealous whore, you’re going to wish you’d never OOOOOHHHHH BYYYYTTCH!”
Lily stopped slapping and started clawing, the heiress hooked onto Scotty’s briefs with a ferocity that almost buckled the Dubai Diva’s knees. Palming the back of Zoe’s head with her free hand, Burlingame pulled her in so they were forehead to forehead. “I don’t fear you OR your name, Zoë Scott.” she growled after another eye-watering pulse. “I’m only afraid of what I might do to you if you keep running your mou--”
Zoë grabbed hold of Lily’s breasts and bore down as best she could, though her claws lacked the bear-trap strength of the Crimson Comet’s. “I’m… I’m going to ruin you, BurlingaEERRRRRRGGGHHHHH!”
Lily led with the claw, using it to force Zoë backward on a stumbling diagonal that didn’t stop until she’d reached the corner. Even then the Celestial Stunner didn’t let go, she only braced her free arm under Scotty’s chin and kept on pushing, all the better to force scathing eye contact while she mugged the newcomer’s trunks like no one had ever dared.
The FAWNatics could’ve watched Scotty suffer for the rest of the night, however the law sometimes favored the lawless, as evidenced when Carpenter strode over and said, “Break the hold, Lil’. She’s in the ropes.” Burlingame just shook her head ‘no’, so the ref rattled off a count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Lily released and CRAAACKED Zoë across the mouth with a slap, making sure to use her clawin’ hand. Zoe’s legs finally gave out, the Dubai Diva crumpling to her tush with a weary groan. Hands raised high overhead, Lily backed out to center ring before turning around en route to the opposite corner. Al would’ve used the opening to check on Scott, but a cheer from the crowd told him to stand clear which meant there was no impediment when Burlingame roared in and vaulted off the bottom rope to launch herself high into the air. Releasing the strands at her apex, Lily twisted sideways in midair and cocked her right elbow up behind her ear.
SPRINGBOARD ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpFtDCiQFlA
“AAAAAAAWWW FAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Zoë wailed in abject anguish as the smaller woman buried the bony joint between her thighs! Slopped out on her side after the vindictive shot, Scotty kicked at the heiress when Lily tried to grab her ankles and in doing so she slid off the apron to land awkwardly on the floor.
“Get back in here!” Lily crowded the ropes and leaned over, just barking down at the devastated Oil Baroness. “Get up and fight, Zoë!”
Scott countered with a single middle finger before she rolled to all fours and started rising with the aid of the ring skirt. Vertical after a few laborious seconds, Scotty swiped the hair off her forehead and reached for the middle rope only to stagger backward. Almost doubled over, Zoë clutched at her right knee and sobbed, “Oh shyt, my knee! That dirty fighting bytch wrenched my knee!”
Lily didn’t believe it, not even after Al shooed her away from the ropes so he could check on the arrogant tyro. Hands on the middle rope, he leaned through and asked, “Can you put any weight on your knee, Zoë? Do you want me to call for the bell?”
“Yes, I mean, NO!” Scotty stammered. “I can continue, I just… I just need some time! And get her back!”
Carpenter turned around and raised a hand to Burlingame, who’d come forward at the sound of Scott’s pleading. “Keep back, Lil’. She’s got the right to a count too.”
“C’mon Al, you know she’s just stalling!” “Maybe she is, but maybe she tweaked her knee. It’s not like you couldn’t use a breather as well.”
The Crimson Comet didn’t argue when Carpenter returned his attention to Zoë Scott. She kept her eyes locked on the other brunette through ‘FIVE!’ on Al’s count, which was when Scotty trailed one hand across her chest and ‘flicked’ a mist of sweat in the former Lightweight Champion’s direction. “Know your place, bytch.”
“I KNOW my place.” Lily snarled under her breath. “You’re about to know it too.”
With that she whirled around and raced to the far side of the ring. She was still several paces from her destination when the masked woman leapt over the guardrail and onto the apron! Stopped dead in her tracks by the sight of the counterfeit Cherry Bomb, a confused Lily didn’t even react until the interloper vaulted onto the top rope and by then it was too late. Diving out of the aether, ‘Cherry’ caught Lil’ in a Front Facelock and swung through a gorgeous half circle that ended with the crown of her skull PLANTED against the deck!
"CHERRY BOMB:
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SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgTMa6EFr9k
The shiver and thud of it caught Al’s attention and he might’ve spied a glimpse of the perpetrator diving under the bottom rope if Scotty (who’d caught a glimpse of the masked woman lurking when she’d gone to reenter the ring) hadn’t grabbed hold of his ankle. “WAIT!”
Al looked from Zoë to Lily and back again. “What the hell, Scotty? What just happened?”
She offered a shrug that was almost genuine. “I don’t have any idea. But I know I want your eyes on me for what happens next.”
Hopping onto the apron with no sign of her ‘wrenched knee’, Scott ran to the nearest corner and scrambled to the third floor. Back to the flattened heiress, Zoë stood tall with arms spread wide to bask in the attention of a sold out crowd and a worldwide audience. After that she dipped down and launched herself into the void, the Oil Baroness adding a gorgeous corkscrew twist to the standard back-flip that brought her Gulfstream THAWHAMMING down on Lily’s defenseless chest!
GULFSTREAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9kOq8L8s2uY
Hooking the far leg as she made it to one knee, Zoë swung over Burlingame’s torso and leaned all her weight down on Lily’s upturned haunches while Al and the FAWNatics counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Teeth bared in a hateful grin, Scotty rendered several hard slaps unto the defeated woman’s glutes before she got to her feet for the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ZOË SCOTT!”
“DAMN STRAIGHT!” Both arms raised high in the air, Zoë opened her palms as if to bathe in the adulation. What she would have heard instead was a rain of opprobrium, the FAWNatics unwilling to cheer the Diva at the best of times and certainly not when she’d just sneaked the most nefarious of wins. The jeers didn’t seem to penetrate Scott’s ears though, her smile turning up a few more notches as she looked down at the splattered Star Strider at her feet.
Dropping to her knees on either side of Lily, the victorious brunette leaned down low so she could talk directly to her victim. “I beat you off the top rope, loser. Even that trashy finisher of yours is overrated.” She raised one hand and rubbed it hard into Burlingame’s face, drawing a weak spluttering noise from the defused ‘Bomb.
“Ch…cheating bytch…” Lily said weakly. “How…how many lackeys do you need to fight your battUMPPPH!”
Unwilling to listen to any more of the beaten woman’s bile, Scott wrapped both arms around the back of her noggin and drew her features firmly into the honey-tanned cleavage overspilling her top! “I already beat you, loser” she snarled, “now I’m going to expose you.”
Credit to Lily Burlingame, she fought the smother with all her remaining resources, bucking wildly and managing to snatch a few half-gasps of air from the fleshy confines. But the last few minutes had taken their toll on the exhausted brunette, and it only took a few seconds for Scott’s expertly applied smother to rob her of oxygen. Face buried deep in those dark, sweaty confines, Lily was reduced to frantically kicking and waving her arms, cries lost in the pillowy embrace. Above her Zoë looked down in satisfaction ad her rapidly fading prey, then glanced up to take in her public…
…And froze still when her gave met the eyes of the masked ‘Cherry Bomb’ standing outside the ring. For a few seconds the two women stared each other down. Then the masked woman raised one hand, pointing to Burlingame, then tapped her own chest. No words were said, but the message was clear: ‘that woman is mine’.
Still no sign of movement from Scott, clutching her victim into her breathless embrace while the cogs in her brain whirled overtime. Then she blinked and did what she always did to things which she didn’t like. She wiped it from her mind and ignored it completely. Lily found herself suddenly reprieved form unconsciousness, released from the smother to drop into a damp and barely conscious pile on the matt. Above her Zoë stood up, arms once again raised, and charged over to the nearest corner, ascending to the second buckle.
“I’m the greatest!” she roared, nearby microphones picked up her proclamation clearly despite the hail of boos coming from the FAWNatics. As Scott dropped down to take a turn around the ring, blowing kisses and fist pumping at her imaginary fans, the masked woman at ringside quietly blew a kiss of her own towards the vanquished form of Lily Burlingame. Then she turned, hopping over the barrier and making her way swiftly through the crowds while they were still busy jeering at the woman she had helped to victory.
ALL OF THE LIGHTS!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAfFfqiYLp0
In actual fact the lights in the building all went off, all except five pure white spotlights which spun over the crowds and converged to a point at the top of the ramp. Into that pool of light walked a curvy olive-skinned woman, both arms out to the sides as if to invite the world to take in her form. The tableau stayed still for a second, then she ‘popped’ both hands open, her flashbulb sigil acting as the cue for the drums to kick in and for every light in the building to strobe back on.
ZOE SCOTT
The Oil Baroness took her time in moving down the ramp, giving those a t ringside plenty of time to take her in. Her dark hair hang loose, with a pair of expensive looking sunglasses with Cartier branding shading her eyes. A grey Calvin Klein-style sports bra tried gamely to contain the exaggerated swell of her bosom, cut low to reveal plenty of honey-tanned cleavage, while matching grey briefs were cut high to leave a good inch of bottom on show. A narrow golden band rimmed the top of her briefs, highlighting the place where Zoe felt her real gold should be were it not for the robbery committed on her by tonight’s opponent. Instead of boots the Diva wore flashy trainers with Balenciaga branding, with white socks stretching to her ankles.
Followed by the spotlight at all points on her journey, Scott reached the ring and clambered athletically up the steps. Once there she made a great show of pausing to brush off some specs of invisible dirt from her shoulders, readjust her togs for maximum impact, then remove those shades and hold them out into the darkness outside her spotlight. After a second a hand reached out form the darkness and took them.
Suddenly it became clear that someone else had followed her down to the ring. Sure enough the lights came back on to reveal the form of Scott’s assistant Isobel Lamont, who collected those sunglasses and tucked them into an expensive looking handbag. The Fixer was clad as usual in a strappy black top, jeans so tight they could have been painted on, and cowboy boots, with a black Stetson shading her eyes. She took the bag over to a chair by the commentary table, while up in the ring her boss raised her arms again and basked in the ‘adoration’ of the FAWNatics.
Resuming his duties after Scotty had her fill of the crowd’s ‘love’, the Announcer cleared his throat and called, introducing her opponent, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and ten pounds! She is the Star Strider, the Interstellar Angel, this is LILY BURLINGAME!”
Craning their heads toward the entryway like folks trying to follow the path of a shooting star, the FAWNatics let loose a delighted roar when the lights went down. From within that swirling, anticipatory murk came a thumping drum and a matched set of snapping fingers, the two bits of percussion bouncing to and fro in a rat-a-tat riff. A keening guitar note joined the beat and a few seconds later the situation got brighter in no small part due to the tongue of flame that licked at the base of the ramp. As the note held steady, the fire set off on a beeline for the top of the ramp. The wick shrank in time with the arrival of more guitars and an Earth-shattering KA-BOOM of red pyro that almost swallowed the first verse of ’Comeback Kid’. From the center of this flash and flame a figure emerged, shooting up from the floor to land flawlessly before the capacity crowd.
COMEBACK KID:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ps-SFmQe-vo
LILY BURLINGAME:
Launching herself from that brand spankin‘ new crater, Lily Burlingame pumped a fist for the crowd, then pointed at the ring and flew down the ramp in a blur of black, red and white. For tonight’s encounter with a woman who’d accused her of a rather egregious crime, the Star Strider sported gleaming black bottoms accented by swirling galaxies of stars done in blue and white. Her top was halter-style sports bra done in an identical scheme, the blue and white seeming to shimmer and twirl with her every move. Kneepads were matching black and also sported the galaxy motif, white on the left and blue on the right. Her hair, free of the mask that first made her famous, tickled the tops of her shoulders in a sleek, but slightly messy bob.
As eager to shut Zoë‘s mouth as she was to track down the rat who‘d stolen her mask, the former Lightweight Champion was all smiles as she tore down the ramp then leapt from the floor to the apron to the top rope in the span between heartbeats. Bouncing from it as casually as the terminally grounded stepped off the curb, Lily hooked a sharp turn to the left, hit the adjoining set of strands and went soaring into a gorgeous back flip that set her back in the center of the ring. Then she was off again, the Roseate Rocket rounding on one heel to sprint to the far side of the squared circle. At the ropes in an instant, she caught the top and middle in both hands, leapt and twirled over the third strand in a Tiger Feint Kick that ’swicked’ through the air.
Back in the ring a heartbeat later, the youngest Burlingame sister turned her attention to the Dubai Diva before she rose up on her toes and dropped to one knee, thumbing an invisible detonator as she did so. The fans responded with an appropriately thunderous ‘BOOOOOOOM!’ which left Lily beaming as she straightened up and offered her knees and elbows to Al Carpenter.
“I don’t know why some wannabe decided to steal my old costume and lay you out.” she told Zoë. “But tonight you learn the difference between a cheap knock off and the one and only Cherry Bomb.” Scott dismissed her with single flick of the wrist, so Lily backpedaled across the mat to the opposite corner all while keeping her eyes locked on the snotty ingénue.
When the bell sounded Zoë Scott came out of her corner with the sort of sulky self-righteous indignation possessed only by a brat who truly believed they’d been wronged. Lily Burlingame wasn’t in the best mood either, as her month-long investigation had turned up nothing on who might’ve stolen her Cherry Bomb mask, let alone impersonated her back at Spring Break. Yet even in the midst of her irritation the former Lightweight Champion understood the threat presented by the Dubai Diva and she forced all the imposter nonsense from her mind to better focus on the task at hand. Heading left from the buckles, she made a wide looping arc around the other brunette, one that brought her to within easy grabbin’ distance of ‘Bel Lamont. She’d more than half-expected the big Texan to make a swipe at her, but ‘Bel didn’t so much as twitch.
Satisfied she’d have Scotty on her own terms (at least for the time being) Lily sank into a springy grappler’s crouch mere moments before Zoë stomped over to invite her into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Forward momentum let Scott claim several steps before Burlingame set her heels, dropped her hips and stalled the momentum. No more than two seconds later and she was regaining the ground she’d lost, forcing Zoë back into the--
“OW, dammit!” Lily yelped in surprise and pain when Scott moved a hand from the nape of her neck into the short, dark sweep of her bob.
“What, you don’t like it, beeyotch?” Zoë sneered. “That’s too goddamned bad. Maybe you should have thought about the consequences before you jumped me at Spring NNNNGGGGGHHHH!” Lily didn’t fight fire with fire, she did however shift one hand to Scott’s chin so she could aggressively swipe the heel of her palm across her opponent’s mouth over and over again.
Not about to let this pampered princess control even a minor skirmish, Zoë yanked Lily’s head to one side, then flattened her other hand into a paddle and slapped her face no less than half a dozen times. “Don’t you EVER disrespect me!” she barked at the grimacing heiress. “I’m the best thing to ever happen to FAWN and you’re nothing but a nepotism hirEEEEERRRRRHHHH!” Lily slipped a thumb into the corner of Scotty’s mouth and pulled hard, wrenching her head to the side with a wicked fishhook!
Caught off guard by this show of cattiness from a pair of technically minded talents, Al Carpenter tapped each woman on the shoulder and said, “Enough of that penthouse crap, ladies! Give me a clean break right now!” Neither deigned to obey, so the lanky zebra started his count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Burlingame and Scott broke off with a mutual shove only to go nose to nose when Zoë slapped the taste outta the other brunette’s mouth! “Yeah, you like that, ya washed-up nobody?” Scotty snapped. “That’ll teach you not to stick your fugly nose in my busOOOOFFFFHHH NNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Lily came in low, slammed a shoulder into Zoë’s bronzed tummy and ‘hupped’ her onto one shoulder without ever breaking stride. Hands clasped just below the curve of her opponent’s glutes, the Star Strider charged into the nearest corner and BWUUUNGED her burden spine-first against the buckles. Still aware of her position despite the force of the impact, Zoë immediately hooked an arm around the top rope and demanded, “GET OFF ME! I’M IN THE ROPES!” Sighing, Lily let loose and straightened up, her hands rising to shoulder level to indicate a clean-- CRAAACK! Scotty slapped her across the mouth, then spun away and dipped her torso between the top and middle ropes! “I SAID GET AWAY, BYTCH!”
Lily took a step back. Then another. And another. She’d just convinced Al and Zoe of her honorable intentions when she rushed forward and THWHUMPED a Shoulderblock into the small of Scott’s back! Zoë cried out and pulled back into the squared circle, however her back was still to the Crimson Comet which meant she didn’t have much in the way of defense against the next three Shoulderblocks. Galled to endure this gaudy cheap-shot artist’s assault, Zoë started to shout for Carpenter to do his f*cking job when Lily cleared off without further prompting. Scott breathed a sigh of relief but didn’t bother to turn around since she was still nestled in the safety of the strands. This proved an error, as it meant she didn’t see the back-flip that took Burlingame away in the first place. She also didn’t see the smaller brunette charge, though she sure as hell felt it when Lily came in low with a truncated Spear that THWHUMPED her opponent’s tummy against the roughly-padded steel.
HANDSPRING SHOULDERBLOCKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yA4C8Yjanbs
“TRASHY BYTCH!” Zoë sobbed as her knees tried to desert her. “What’s the matter, can’t hit me when my back isn’t turned?”
Lily started after her, only to stop when Al put a hand on her tummy. “Why don’t you face me then, you mouthy little brat? Or are you hoping Lamont will do all the heavy lifting while you’re over there cowering in the corner?”
Rounding on her foe in the blink of an eye, Zoë snapped, “What was that, Burlingame? I couldn’t hear you because you’re all the way the f*ck over--”
Lily charged, leapt and landed with the soles of both boots pressed against the bronze planks of her opponent’s thighs. Her hands found their way behind Scotty’s neck and she would’ve Monkey Flipped the gray-clad beauty into next week if Zoë hadn’t cinched her arms around Lily’s upper thighs and spun in a quick half circle to set her atop the buckles. Letting loose as soon as the other brunette was properly mounted, Scott hopped onto the second rope for a Springboard… Bytch Slap? Yep, the Dubai Diva busted out an impressive show of athleticism and balance just to pink her rival’s cheek with a tawdry catfight staple.
Not that it was without value, mind. Scotty might not’ve had the slappin’ credentials of someone like Macy Renquist, but she still put the poseur’s head on a swivel, meaning Burlingame was too stunned to argue when Zoë grabbed both ankles and hauled her back to the canvas. CRAAACK! A second Bytch Slap scrambled Lily’s senses that much more, thus allowing Scotty ample time to mount the second rope and grab a double handful of hair.
“Hope you kept that nasty little mask, loser.” Zoë sneered once she’d forced the other brunette’s chin into the encroaching plank of her midriff. “Because you won’t be showing that fugly face anywhere once I’m done with you!”
Burlingame pushed and scraped at the other woman’s thighs, but couldn’t get free. “Tuuuhh… told you already,” she growled, “I didn’t attack UNNNGGHH!”
Scott halved the hair-hold just to pound a hard right hand into the heiress’s hairline. This got nothing but jeers from the crowd, which angered Scotty to no end. “Should’ve known you Florida morons couldn’t even count!”
With that she proceeded to unload on Lily’s forehead and the sold-out crowd DID tally her score, though it was mostly out of spite. ‘TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’
Zoë paused, raised both hands and ran them through her hair, making a point of showing her superiority before she wound up for the final-NO! Lily slipped between her foe’s stems with a heartbeat to spare, leaving Scott’s fist to BWUUUNG against the top turnbuckle! Cringing as she held her stinging hand against her chest, Zoë didn’t recognize the danger until Burlingame THWHAPPED a hard kick against the back of her left thigh. Scott went down hard, landing flat on her back with a cringe worthy thud.
It left her in the perfect position to eat a (legitimate) Cherry Warhead, but Lily had other ideas. Crouching beside the breathless brunette, she grabbed a handful of hair and yanked Zoe’s head off the mat. “One more time, honey. I DIDN’T attack you. Know how I know? Because my face has been on buses and billboards for the last three years. Everyone already KNOWS who I am, whereas they think you’re just Portia’s mean foreign exchange student. IF I was going to lay you out I’d do it just like I am now. Face to freakin’ face. Now get off your ass and fight!”
She tossed Zoë’s head down, popped to her feet and backed off so Scotty could regain her footing without finding something else to whine about. Unfortunately it was an almost impossible to give the Dubai Diva no reason for griping, and those exotic eyes glared furiously up at Lily even as the brunette regained her feet.
“Let’s get one thing clear you stupid little girl” she hissed. “You might have been hot once but now the only thing anyone wants to use your face for is as the definition of a has-been. I’m the star in this ring, I’m the must-see attraction, and I’m the one who’s the Best Thing that Ever Happened to HEY OWWW!”
It seemed that Zoë had planned to unleash yet another slap to punctuate her sentence, but she barely made it halfway through the swing before Burlingame snatched her hand out of the air and swung the palm of her other hand up to deliver a stinging slap of her own! With the brunette’s head turned Lily barreled forwards, again tucking her shoulder ready to lift Scott up. But she was interrupted in turn, the Diva flinging one leg wildly up so her knee thumped into Cherry’s chest.
Whether the strike had landed by luck or by judgment, it was effective in stopping the Star Strider in her tracks. Lily abandoned her grip to cross both hands over her hurt chest, legs pushing off to backpedal away. She wasn’t quite fast enough though, Scott hooking two handfuls of brunette locks, leaping up and dropping to her butt. Burlingame’s unprotected face was driven into the canvas between the V of Zoe’s legs, the snap Facebuster earning a groan from the crowd.
Worse was to come however for their heroine, Scott keeping hold of one handful of hair and yanking up to drag both back to their feet. Lily immediately brought both arms up, one shoving while the other worked on that hair-hold, but those hands fell away again when Zoë fired up another quick Kneelift, this one aimed squarely between the Crimson Comet’s legs. With her burden thus pacified Scott shifted her grip and hauled upwards, the Suplex lift almost reaching high noon before she dropped Burlingame back in the direction she’d come.
VERTICAL SUPLEX FACEBUSTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eRMEgB0xlPE
Lily’s pretty features bounced off the canvas-covered plywood and she flopped to her front, hands reaching up to check her nose for blood. Sitting at a point just above the hurting brunette’s head, Scott shuffled forwards, reached down to grab one of those arms and then sat back and yanked up into a tight Hammerlock which kept the wriggling lovely pinned to the matt.
“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…” Scott hauled back on the hammerlock, earning a bitten-back groan from Lily, then continued. “I hear your family used to have a bit of money and you certainly act like a spoiled little brat. It must be hard knowing that you’ve been replaced as the face of FAWN, but jealousy is a terrible thing. And if you think putting on a mask and sneaking around like a nasty little thief is going to get you the spotlight back then you badly need a lesson in what a real star looks liiIAIIIIIIIYEEE!!”
Unwilling to listen to any more of the Jetsetter’s bile, Lily worked her free hand up and around until she could dig her nails into the sensitive pressure point around Scott’s wrist. The result was an immediate lessening of the pressure on her shoulder, but this was only temporary as the other brunette pushed to her feet and used that captive limb to drag Burlingame up as well. But the instant she reached her feet Lily sprung into action, swinging her free elbow back to CLUNK into the side of Scott’s noggin!
The pressure on the hammerlock decreased again, and two more swift elbows from the flexible brunette were enough to convince Scott to give up altogether. Instead the Diva placed both hands between Burlingame’s shoulderblades and gave her a big shove, pushing the smaller woman off towards the ropes. Zoë waited for her return with one arm cocked, apparently planning to deliver a big clothesline. Instead she was obliterated as the Roseate Rocket twanged back off the ropes with even more speed and took to the skies, delivering a huge Flying Forearm Smash right into Scott’s unsuspecting chest.
The Diva almost certainly would’ve collapsed to the canvas if it wasn’t for the presence of the ropes at her back. As such she just slumped, held up awkwardly by the springy strands. Lily took one look and sprinted back off to where she’d just come, bouncing off the ropes ready to deliver even more punishment. She left her feet again looking for a second forearm, only for Scott to duck out of the way at the last possible instant. Denied her landing pad, Burlingame somehow managed to reach out a hand and snag a rope, preventing herself from an awkward crash-landing to instead end up in a sort of jerky seated position on the apron.
This lasted for all of two seconds before Scott hopped off both feet and drove a powerful Standing Dropkick into her back. It seemed that gravity had temporarily caught up with Cherry Bomb, the brunette catapulted forwards off the apron onto the lightly-padded concrete floor, coming to rest in a heap. She scrabbled gingerly to her feet only to see Zoë Scott above her, leaping down with both knees out.
APRON METEORA
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nw7nV7EoC0
Burlingame’s back was driven into the padded concrete with the full weight of the Oil Baroness crushing into her chest. Scott hopped up to her feet and stood over the crushed ‘Bomb, both hands spread wide to invite adulation.
“THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS!” she roared into the crowd. A thousand disapproving voices roared back, but Scott didn’t seem to notice, a smile spreading across her face. “This is what happens when jealous little bytches try to get in my way. This is what happens when the real best lightweight in the world comes to town!”
By this point the crowd’s opprobrium was reaching a dangerous decibel level, but again Scott seemed to ignore this. Instead she bent down, stuffing a quick’n’dirty elbow smash into Lily’s jaw and then dragging the woozy brunette up to her feet again. Discombobulated though she was Lily still had the wherewithal to try to pull away, but another forearm mollified her long enough for Zoë to grab one arm with both hands and lean her full weight into an Irish Whip aimed straight at the steel ringpost!
Woozy as she was, Lily knew she was in danger and yet again demonstrated why she was known as the Girl that Gravity Forgot. Faced with a headfirst dash into the hardened steel, she showed preternatural athleticism to leap sideways and slide with impossible fluidity through the gap between the ring post and the bottom buckle.
If that miraculous escape wasn’t enough she compounded her skill by dropping back on the other side, barely breaking stride as she circled back. Zoë could only stand slack-jawed as the Roseate Rocket again dived through the gap between ropes and corner, this time hooking around Scott’s head in the process. Zoë’s noggin was dragged around and down into an improbable but highly effective Tornado DDT!
RING POST DIVING TORNADO DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KbF5elgkCrE
A moment of stunned silence, then the crowd exploded, the collective 'holy shyt' battling with shouts of appreciation for their favourite. Aches washed away by that roar, Burlingame popped to her feet, raised both her arms and yelled “That’s what I’m talking about, Orlando!” she took a few steps back, surveying the honey-tanned wreckage of Zoë Scott...
…And came to a halt when she felt a strong hand grab her arm from behind.
Isobel Lamont had been slow to involve herself once the action spilled out of the ring, but now she gave a big tug to spin Burlingame around to face her. For her part Lily didn’t’ seem in the slightest bit intimidated by the much larger blonde, bristling forwards so she was face to face, or rather face-to-chest, with the fixer. She stopped only when Bel spoke, her voice so quiet that even Lily could barely make out the words.
“Was it you under the mask?”
Pressed up on tiptoes to get her face as close to Lamont’s as possible, Lily hissed “No!”. The Texan eyed her for a second, then nodded in acceptance. “Thought not. She moved different from you. If you find out who it was, give ‘em hell for me.” Before Lily could respond she felt the big blonde clamp down on both arms and lift her in the air with ease.
Bel spun through 180, the crowd seeming anxious about what she was about to do. So there was an audible sigh of relief when she simply placed the smaller woman safely back on her feet again before Lily could utter a complaint, immediately backing off to position herself between the ‘Bomb and Zoë. “Back off miss,” she said, her tone suddenly professional and loud enough for everyone to hear. “Kindly step back into the ring and Miss Scott will rejoin you shortly.” The crowd seemed slightly disappointed at the curtailment of their ringside fun, but after a second Burlingame hopped back up onto the apron and into the ring, backing away while Lamont bent to tend to her boss.
“How you doin’, Scotty?” ‘Bel asked the flattened brunette. “Need me to buy you some more time?”
One hand on her forehead, Zoe slowly hauled herself to a seat and cocked an ear for the referee’s count. Shortly thereafter Carpenter tolled ‘TEN!’ and the Dubai Diva waved her off. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Just make sure that disgusting little cheapskate doesn’t try to jump me while I’m recovering.”
Lamont stood up, looked over one shoulder to where Burlingame waited in the center of the squared circle. “You got all the breathing room you need, Zoë.” the big blonde replied. “Gonna wanna be careful, though. This one’s dangerous.”
Scowling at the faint undercurrent of respect in the Texan’s tone, Scotty clambered to verticality and snapped her fingers to get Lamont’s attention. “No, she’s an annoyance. I’M dangerous, ‘Bel. Don’t ever forget it.”
Lamont tipped her head ever so slightly. “Yes ma’am.”
Satisfied that she’d set the world back on its proper axis, Scott climbed onto the apron only to immediately return to the floor when Lily rushed the ropes! Zoe raised an angry finger to force the other brunette back but the heiress beat her to it by leaping onto the top rope and vaulting backward through the aether to bust out a perfect ‘super hero landing’ right back there she started. Infuriated by any attention that wasn’t lavished on her, Scotty planted a knee on the apron, grabbed the middle rope in one hand and pointed to Al at the other. “Keep that little speed freak back! I have every right to return to the ring without enduring that sort of ostentatious harassment!”
Lily took a step back so Al didn’t have to ask it of her. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Burlingame called loud enough for the fans to hear. “Is the ‘best lightweight in the world’ worried she can’t even get into the ring without help from the referee?”
“All right, that’s it.” Zoe barked. “Your tired old ass is f*cking de--”
‘Bel touched her shoulder, drawing an angry glare from the brunette. “Don’t try to play her game, Scotty.” Lamont said softly. “Play your own.”
Scotty stepped away with a furious little shrug. “Don’t ever tell me what to do, Isobel.”
Hauling herself onto the apron like a woman possessed, Zoë snatched hold of the top rope in both hands, then leapt up and used the rubber-coated steel like a springboard to come down barely a foot removed from the former Lightweight Champ! “How’s THAT?!” she barked in Lily’s nonplussed face. “Go ahead and top that entrance you pathetic Zoë Scott knock--NNNNGGGHHHH!”
Understandably famous for her high risk offense, Lily Burlingame was quietly well regarded as one of the quickest strikers in the division, a fact Scott learned in the form of a heavy Headbutt that THWHUNKED between her eyes! Turning away to rub at her spouting eyes, Zoë snarled aloud when the Crimson Comet stepped in behind and aggressively mussed the brunette’s hair! Scotty wheeled around for a blindside Haymaker that Burlingame dipped en route to slamming a set of knuckles into her foe’s tummy. Helping herself to a quick Wristlock when Scott tried to wrap her in a sloppy clinch, Lily bumped a quick Shoulderblock into the tyro’s tits to kick start the backpedaling that took them into the nearest corner.
“Reaction time’s a little slow to call yourself the best in the world.” Lily purred in Scott’s ear as she made a point to grrrrrrrrrrriiiiind her shoulder into the other woman’s sternum. “But maybe you’re just having an off night. Would you like another chance to prove you aren’t all hype?”
Zoë slapped and pushed at the heiress’s encroaching flanks, but couldn’t create any space. “You gauche bytch, you’re going to pay for--” Burlingame stepped away and whipped Scotty from the corner so hard that she went down flat on her belly while the out of control Oil Baroness rushed headlong at the opposite buckles.
“TURN, SCOTTY!” ‘Bel pounded the apron with both hands. “TURN INTO IT, DAMMIT!”
No use, Scotty was still moving full speed ahead when she BWUUUNGED tits-first into the top turnbuckle. Bounced clear of the corner in a short of knock-kneed shuffle, Scotty crossed both arms over her throbbing chest, meaning she was essentially defenseless when Lily sprinted up from behind and vaulted into a seat astride her shoulders. Zoë registered her foe’s weight at once and raised both hands to rake the Star Strider’s thighs, alas this wasn’t nearly defense enough to keep Burlingame from dropping backward into a lightning-quick handstand that tore Scott off her feet and THWHONKED her down on the crown of her skull!
POISONED 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7JGCY956k6w
Far more gobsmacked than even the most wide-eyed of FAWNatics, Zoe rolled through to her knees, then went down flat on her face and didn’t move until Lily shot the Half Nelson and rolled her for a Crossbody that earned the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Isobel Lamont breathed an audible sigh of relief when her employer managed to get a shoulder off the mat with half a second to spare. Lily didn’t seem to mind the escape half as much as the FAWNatics, she only nodded and took a moment to ‘flick’ her trunks snug against her hips. After that she got up, grabbed Scotty’s wrists and turned her a quarter circle so the Dubai Diva’s midsection was practically bisected by the shadow of the ring post. Those assembled urged Burlingame to go up top and indeed the former champ did step over her vulnerable foe, but instead of going all the way up she only hopped onto the second buckle, then dropped off in a neat little twist that drove both heels in Zoe’s tummy. Scott ‘ooffffhed’ and sat up, or at least she would have if Lily didn’t jostle up n’ down to keep her squirming and writhing on the mat.
Skipping off as Al hurried over to make a count, Lily shooed the zebra aside as she made her way to the other side of the ring. A little bit of clapping on her part was more than enough to get the whole arena going and it was to this thunderous backbeat that Burlingame took off across the canvas on a sharp diagonal. A simple sprint would’ve covered the distance fast enough, but simple was for those bound to barbarous concepts like gravity, so Lily peeled off a flawless handspring that flowed into an effortless back-flip, at the apex of which she curled into a ball, twisted around a full half circle and spun through 450 degrees of gut-smashing unpleasantness before she THWHAPPED down atop Zoe’s gulping midsection!
CARTWHEEL PHOENIX SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fAoxoGcZYvk
Scotty ‘Unnnnggghhed’ and beat her heels against the canvas, the usually mouthy lightweight oddly quiet when Lily peeled her off the mat. “Something tells me you’ve made up your mind about who was under that mask.” Burlingame told the Oil Baroness as she sidled in against her back. “So I won’t waste any more breath trying to convince you it wasn’t me.” She threaded her right leg over the ingénue’s right thigh, then hooked her right arm under Scotty’s left bicep and cranked it back at sharp angle to secure the Abdominal Stretch.
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3-GCIg_95c
Zoë grimaced, bared her teeth and shook her head ‘no’ so the ref wouldn’t bother her with any stupid questions. “Of COURSE it was you.” she grunted. “Why wouldn’t you hide your face? You don’t want everyone to realize you just can’t compare to AAAAARRRRGGGHHH!”
Lily shaped her free hand into a spade and affixed it directly to Scotty’s golden brown tummy. “You’re the one that doesn’t compare, Zee.” the former champ grunted as she tried to gouge through her opponent’s flank. “I’ve submitted some of the best lightweights on the planet. The only thing you’ve submitted is your daddy’s Black Card lim--”
Burlingame quieted down when Zoë snatched a handful of hair and pulled as hard as she could. “Let me go right now, brat.” Scotty demanded in a hateful whisper. “Or I’ll rip out these tacky extens--OOOOWWWWWWWWWW STAAAAAAAAHHHHHP!”
Lily traded in the Belly Claw for a white-knuckle grip on the center of her opponent’s thighs, a tactic straight out of her big sister’s playbook. “My grip’s legal, honey.” the Roseate Rocket whispered in Zoe’s ear. “So you’ll still be screaming long after Al’s made you let go of my hair.”
Sure enough Carpenter’s lanky form loomed into Scott’s view. “She’s right, Zoë,” he informed her, “Get off the hair, I won’t ask again.”
Scott didn’t move one iota, talons still entwined in the ‘Bomb’s mane, but the next voice came from outside the ring. “You’re stronger than her, boss!” Isobel Lamont called, “Ignore her hair and buck your way free!”
Still no change in approach from Scott, causing the referee to throw his hands up in frustration and start a very loud count. “So I guess your minder is the brawn AND the brains in your relationship,” Lily purred into the captured Jetsetter’s ear. “That must be why she ends up fighting every single battle you get in…”
“SHUT UP!” Scott’s screech seemed to be directed at pretty much everyone in the vicinity, but she waved a finger in the direction of Al Carpenter. “Shut up!” she demanded again, “shut up and get the tawdry bytch off me!”
The referee’s count had reached three, but he paused for a second and leaned closer. “You know she isn’t breaking any rules, Zoë, but if you’re unable to continue I can end this right nNOOOWW” Scott’s admonishing finger transformed into a claw which swiped a big handful of his shirt and yanked hard. The lanky ref was jerked forwards, with the precariously entwined battlers lurching the other way.
Carpenter managed to steady himself and sway back before what would have been an embarrassing collusion, but the momentum was enough for Zoë to sneak her leg free from Burlingame’s anaconda clutches. And that newly liberated gam wasted no time in flicking up into a swift Mule Kick which split the smaller woman’s wickets! Mouth forming an ‘O’ of pained surprise, Lily abandoned the remnants of her clutch to soothe the unexpected ache in her nethers.
Lurching forwards after finally being free of that hateful stretch, Zoe’s first thought was to tend to her own abused center. A swift rearrangement of her togs was enough to dampen that blaze for the moment, and she extracted a full revenge by spinning around and firing another vicious kick square into Lily’s togs.
“You went to the trunks first!” she spat as Burlingame dropped to her knees. “Remember that when you’re screaming my name into the lights in a few minutes. You. Went there. First!” Lily’s immediate response was to push up from her knees and launch a counter offensive, but Scott flicked out another kick which ‘THWAPPED’ into her chest and drove her back on her haunches again.
Unwilling to let the heiress have even a second of recovery space, Scott lunged forwards and grabbed two big handfuls of the Crimson’ Comet’s trunks, hauling upwards to deliver a brutal wedgie which had Burlingame up on tottering feet. That state of affairs only lasted for a second, Zoë muscling the hurting ‘Bomb up as high as she could and then dropping to one knee. Lily landed with that posted joint thumping between her thighs!
Both girls held their tableau for a second, Lily’s face still pained while the Dubai Diva’s eyes blazed malice. Then Scott slammed a forearm into the other brunette’s face to knock her off her perch. Diving on top, Zoë poured herself over the smaller woman and pressed down, keeping the Crimson Comet’s shoulders down as Carpenter dropped to count…
ONE
TW…
Despite enduring a minute or so of anguish Lily Burlingame had far too much pedigree to go down that easy, shoving the Diva off with authority to earn herself a huge cheer from the crown and a very audible groan of frustration from Lamont at ringside. “I told you she’s dangerous Scotty, stick to the plan!” For her part Scott still looked apoplectic, but she channeled that rage into action, snugging up behind Lily just as she got to her knees and snaking one tanned arm around the other brunette’s throat.
KNEELING REAR CHOKE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMaBGVc5Zw4
Everyone in the arena knew that a rear choke was only truly locked in when the victim was on their back, but Zoë seemed far more concerned with admonishing her assistant than in completing her clutch. “Stop telling me what to do!” she yelled in Lamont’s general direction. “I do what I want, and right now I want to make this sneaking little slut regret that she ever heard my name!”
Sure enough the Diva’s free hand formed a claw and plunged down towards the vulnerable flesh between the ‘Bomb’s thighs. But it never made it there, Lily snatching her wrist out of the air while her other hand worked to remove the arm blocking her windpipe. “I might not be Sue but my last name is still Burlingame, brat. And if you seriously think you can win in my trunks you’re even more deluded than IAIIIIIOWWW.”
Roaring in frustration, Zoë abandoned her attempted claw and borrowed a play form her assistant’s book, bringing her arm out wide and clubbing three quick forearms into the side of Burlingame’s head. The disorientation was enough to dislodge Lily’s grip and she finally felt herself yanked backwards, Scott scissoring her legs around t finally cinch in a true Rear Naked Choke! “No-one cares what your name is,” she hissed to the gurgling grappler, “MY name is the one that everyone in FAWN fears.”
Mired deep as she was, Lily was still one of the finest technicians in the division and she proved it by simultaneously working one hand between Scott’s intruding thighs while the other wormed in next to her throat to buy herself some literal breathing room. “W…whatever” she groaned, “You t…talk a good fight but we both know you c…can’t get it done without that minder of yours.”
“SHUT UP!” The Oil Baroness reefed down on her choke and leaned closer so she could hiss right into Lily’s ear. “All you do is sneak around under masks and make nasty little insinuations. Well I’m not giving you an excuse. BEL!” Surprised, Lamont leaned forwards under the ropes and cocked an ear. “I don’t need your assistance tonight. Get out of my sight and you can come and collect my belongings after I’ve celebrated my victory.”
Lamont seemed taken aback. “Are you sure boss?” she asked curiously.
The glare she received in return could have stopped traffic. “I didn’t stutter. Get it into your stupid gorilla brain. I don’t need you. Now go!”
Another second’s pause, then the big blonde shrugged and turned to leave ringside. “Explain that then, cheat!” Scott crowed to the trapped ‘Bomb, “your excuse just walked out of the arena, and now everyone’s going to know I’m the better AH DAMMIT!”
Making the most of the distraction, Lily worked both her hands down into the Bodyscissors around her waist and jerked upwards. Those constricting legs popped open and the Girl that Gravity Forgot was already on the move, tucking into a swift backwards roll which pulled herself free of the choke. She even rolled smoothly back to her feet, the technical skill earning a round of appreciative applause…
…which disintegrated when Scott sat up from the matt and drove a thumping uppercut between her thighs. The impact of yet another low blow stopped the ‘Bomb in her tracks and she was easy prey as Zoë ducked under one arm, brought her leg out in front and swept it back. The enforced somersault ended with Lily’s head driven into the matt while the Diva landed on her butt alongside.
DE-LISTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9eG8CZ8lIJU
The aftermath of Scott’s signature move left the Roseate Rocket in the classic ‘shoulders down, ass up’ position. But instead of just holding her there, Zoë curled one hand into a talon and again drove it into the tender flesh of Burlingame’s trunks! Held in place by the vile claw, Lily was forced to endure as Carpenter dropped to count…
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Burlingame popped out of the ungodly predicament with a whisper to spare, the former Lightweight Champion flopping out on one side in a semi-fetal position with both hands wedged between her thighs. “THAT WAS THREE!” Scotty screamed at Al Carpenter. “BYTCH WAS DONE AND BEGGING FOR MERCY, CAN’T YOU COUNT?”
The official was unperturbed by the Dubai Diva’s rancor, but he cleared off a few steps just to be on the safe side. “As a matter of fact, I can. And that was only two.”
Zoë smacked a hand against the mat, then raked it through her battle-damp hair. After several calming breaths she leaned over Lily, snatched a huge handful of hair and yanked her head off the mat to sneer, “You’re done now, slut. Hope you enjoyed your one moment in the presence of true greatness.”
The Star Strider had too many other problems to bother with a verbal reply, so Scott hurried to her feet and hauled her prey up alongside. Switching over to a Wristlock so the clearly-biased referee couldn’t give Burlingame yet another shortcut, Zoë pointed Lily at a corner on the far side of the ring and sent her off with a wickedly enthusiastic Irish Whip. The crowd pleaded with Lil’ to flit out of danger, hit the brakes or even just turn around, but the brutal trunk work had shorted out her muscle memory and Burlingame went tits-first into the top turnbuckle with a BWUUUNG that made your fillings ache.
Scotty was sure such an impact would’ve knocked the little quitter off her feet so she was a little irritated when Lily only bounced out of the corner in a drunken stagger. “Bouncy little bytch. What do I have to do to put you--” the answer came to mind so quickly Zoë forgot to be angry. In fact she was grinning from ear to ear as she stomped up behind Burlingame and dropped to one knee. Wedging her head between the other brunette’s thighs, Scott palmed Lily’s knees to hold her steady while she muscled her into the Electric Chair.
“Take a good look!” she shouted into the boos hurled in her direction. “This is what happens when a disgusting little loser comes up against someone who’s truly bleSSWOOOAAAHHH!”
Lily sank down and pushed off her perch, not much, just enough to twist her way from the Electric Chair to a Powerbomb stall. Of course there wasn’t much stalling at the moment, considering the speed with which Burlingame locked her legs around Scotty’s head and flipped backward to come down on her knees while Zoe was torn from her moorings and PLANTED flat on her back with the Roseate Rocket’s trunks grinding atop her chin! Catching Scotty’s legs as they flew into the air, Lily leaned forward until her own forehead was only inches from the mat and the crowd was counting…
CELESTIAL'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-j9759dlzg0
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Zoë fought her way free with so little time to spare that she threw two frantic fingers at Al. “That was only two! Two!” Dismissing him as soon as he confirmed her suspicions, the Oil Baroness turned to find the slippery little tramp who--
CRAAACK!
Burlingame tagged her cheek with a stiff right-handed slap, then followed it with a left-handed shot for good measure. Stunned by the speed and weight of her foe’s shot, Scott couldn’t protect herself when Lily delivered an equally quick kick to her left thigh. That put the arrogant brunette on one knee, thus making her a perfect target for the neck kick, a low roundhouse that THWHACKED off the side of her skull! Zoë crumpled onto her face, where she remained until Burlingame shot the Half Nelson and shoveled her onto her back for the…
COSMIC FLURRY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BDii2sE1Vb8
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Scott escaped defeat for the second time in less than a minute, though this halfhearted twitch of a shoulder had none of the urgency of her earlier effort. Beside her, Lily Burlingame leaned back on her haunches and smoothed her hair back with both hands. The nauseating ache in her crotch was finally subsiding but in it’s place was an anger she hadn’t felt since her wars with Polly Lockwood or Gabby Mendoza. Eyes narrowed to dark slots, she buried a hand in Zoë’s hair and peeled her off the mat before delivering another brisk flurry of slaps.
“You think I’m scared of you, Scotty? Huh? You think I’m scared? she demanded of the reeling exotique.
“Oh, you jealous whore, you’re going to wish you’d never OOOOOHHHHH BYYYYTTCH!”
Lily stopped slapping and started clawing, the heiress hooked onto Scotty’s briefs with a ferocity that almost buckled the Dubai Diva’s knees. Palming the back of Zoe’s head with her free hand, Burlingame pulled her in so they were forehead to forehead. “I don’t fear you OR your name, Zoë Scott.” she growled after another eye-watering pulse. “I’m only afraid of what I might do to you if you keep running your mou--”
Zoë grabbed hold of Lily’s breasts and bore down as best she could, though her claws lacked the bear-trap strength of the Crimson Comet’s. “I’m… I’m going to ruin you, BurlingaEERRRRRRGGGHHHHH!”
Lily led with the claw, using it to force Zoë backward on a stumbling diagonal that didn’t stop until she’d reached the corner. Even then the Celestial Stunner didn’t let go, she only braced her free arm under Scotty’s chin and kept on pushing, all the better to force scathing eye contact while she mugged the newcomer’s trunks like no one had ever dared.
The FAWNatics could’ve watched Scotty suffer for the rest of the night, however the law sometimes favored the lawless, as evidenced when Carpenter strode over and said, “Break the hold, Lil’. She’s in the ropes.” Burlingame just shook her head ‘no’, so the ref rattled off a count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Lily released and CRAAACKED Zoë across the mouth with a slap, making sure to use her clawin’ hand. Zoe’s legs finally gave out, the Dubai Diva crumpling to her tush with a weary groan. Hands raised high overhead, Lily backed out to center ring before turning around en route to the opposite corner. Al would’ve used the opening to check on Scott, but a cheer from the crowd told him to stand clear which meant there was no impediment when Burlingame roared in and vaulted off the bottom rope to launch herself high into the air. Releasing the strands at her apex, Lily twisted sideways in midair and cocked her right elbow up behind her ear.
SPRINGBOARD ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpFtDCiQFlA
“AAAAAAAWWW FAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Zoë wailed in abject anguish as the smaller woman buried the bony joint between her thighs! Slopped out on her side after the vindictive shot, Scotty kicked at the heiress when Lily tried to grab her ankles and in doing so she slid off the apron to land awkwardly on the floor.
“Get back in here!” Lily crowded the ropes and leaned over, just barking down at the devastated Oil Baroness. “Get up and fight, Zoë!”
Scott countered with a single middle finger before she rolled to all fours and started rising with the aid of the ring skirt. Vertical after a few laborious seconds, Scotty swiped the hair off her forehead and reached for the middle rope only to stagger backward. Almost doubled over, Zoë clutched at her right knee and sobbed, “Oh shyt, my knee! That dirty fighting bytch wrenched my knee!”
Lily didn’t believe it, not even after Al shooed her away from the ropes so he could check on the arrogant tyro. Hands on the middle rope, he leaned through and asked, “Can you put any weight on your knee, Zoë? Do you want me to call for the bell?”
“Yes, I mean, NO!” Scotty stammered. “I can continue, I just… I just need some time! And get her back!”
Carpenter turned around and raised a hand to Burlingame, who’d come forward at the sound of Scott’s pleading. “Keep back, Lil’. She’s got the right to a count too.”
“C’mon Al, you know she’s just stalling!” “Maybe she is, but maybe she tweaked her knee. It’s not like you couldn’t use a breather as well.”
The Crimson Comet didn’t argue when Carpenter returned his attention to Zoë Scott. She kept her eyes locked on the other brunette through ‘FIVE!’ on Al’s count, which was when Scotty trailed one hand across her chest and ‘flicked’ a mist of sweat in the former Lightweight Champion’s direction. “Know your place, bytch.”
“I KNOW my place.” Lily snarled under her breath. “You’re about to know it too.”
With that she whirled around and raced to the far side of the ring. She was still several paces from her destination when the masked woman leapt over the guardrail and onto the apron! Stopped dead in her tracks by the sight of the counterfeit Cherry Bomb, a confused Lily didn’t even react until the interloper vaulted onto the top rope and by then it was too late. Diving out of the aether, ‘Cherry’ caught Lil’ in a Front Facelock and swung through a gorgeous half circle that ended with the crown of her skull PLANTED against the deck!
"CHERRY BOMB:
SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgTMa6EFr9k
The shiver and thud of it caught Al’s attention and he might’ve spied a glimpse of the perpetrator diving under the bottom rope if Scotty (who’d caught a glimpse of the masked woman lurking when she’d gone to reenter the ring) hadn’t grabbed hold of his ankle. “WAIT!”
Al looked from Zoë to Lily and back again. “What the hell, Scotty? What just happened?”
She offered a shrug that was almost genuine. “I don’t have any idea. But I know I want your eyes on me for what happens next.”
Hopping onto the apron with no sign of her ‘wrenched knee’, Scott ran to the nearest corner and scrambled to the third floor. Back to the flattened heiress, Zoë stood tall with arms spread wide to bask in the attention of a sold out crowd and a worldwide audience. After that she dipped down and launched herself into the void, the Oil Baroness adding a gorgeous corkscrew twist to the standard back-flip that brought her Gulfstream THAWHAMMING down on Lily’s defenseless chest!
GULFSTREAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9kOq8L8s2uY
Hooking the far leg as she made it to one knee, Zoë swung over Burlingame’s torso and leaned all her weight down on Lily’s upturned haunches while Al and the FAWNatics counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Teeth bared in a hateful grin, Scotty rendered several hard slaps unto the defeated woman’s glutes before she got to her feet for the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ZOË SCOTT!”
“DAMN STRAIGHT!” Both arms raised high in the air, Zoë opened her palms as if to bathe in the adulation. What she would have heard instead was a rain of opprobrium, the FAWNatics unwilling to cheer the Diva at the best of times and certainly not when she’d just sneaked the most nefarious of wins. The jeers didn’t seem to penetrate Scott’s ears though, her smile turning up a few more notches as she looked down at the splattered Star Strider at her feet.
Dropping to her knees on either side of Lily, the victorious brunette leaned down low so she could talk directly to her victim. “I beat you off the top rope, loser. Even that trashy finisher of yours is overrated.” She raised one hand and rubbed it hard into Burlingame’s face, drawing a weak spluttering noise from the defused ‘Bomb.
“Ch…cheating bytch…” Lily said weakly. “How…how many lackeys do you need to fight your battUMPPPH!”
Unwilling to listen to any more of the beaten woman’s bile, Scott wrapped both arms around the back of her noggin and drew her features firmly into the honey-tanned cleavage overspilling her top! “I already beat you, loser” she snarled, “now I’m going to expose you.”
Credit to Lily Burlingame, she fought the smother with all her remaining resources, bucking wildly and managing to snatch a few half-gasps of air from the fleshy confines. But the last few minutes had taken their toll on the exhausted brunette, and it only took a few seconds for Scott’s expertly applied smother to rob her of oxygen. Face buried deep in those dark, sweaty confines, Lily was reduced to frantically kicking and waving her arms, cries lost in the pillowy embrace. Above her Zoë looked down in satisfaction ad her rapidly fading prey, then glanced up to take in her public…
…And froze still when her gave met the eyes of the masked ‘Cherry Bomb’ standing outside the ring. For a few seconds the two women stared each other down. Then the masked woman raised one hand, pointing to Burlingame, then tapped her own chest. No words were said, but the message was clear: ‘that woman is mine’.
Still no sign of movement from Scott, clutching her victim into her breathless embrace while the cogs in her brain whirled overtime. Then she blinked and did what she always did to things which she didn’t like. She wiped it from her mind and ignored it completely. Lily found herself suddenly reprieved form unconsciousness, released from the smother to drop into a damp and barely conscious pile on the matt. Above her Zoë stood up, arms once again raised, and charged over to the nearest corner, ascending to the second buckle.
“I’m the greatest!” she roared, nearby microphones picked up her proclamation clearly despite the hail of boos coming from the FAWNatics. As Scott dropped down to take a turn around the ring, blowing kisses and fist pumping at her imaginary fans, the masked woman at ringside quietly blew a kiss of her own towards the vanquished form of Lily Burlingame. Then she turned, hopping over the barrier and making her way swiftly through the crowds while they were still busy jeering at the woman she had helped to victory.
