Post by EmmaWoods007 on Aug 5, 2018 21:35:07 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is the Bankable Bombshell, the Rainmaker, THE ACE of the Black Court AND a two-time FAWN World Champion, this is…SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPoIznBujEA
The speakers cut loose with an electronic scream and the capacity crowd answered with a great deal of the throat-born variety, as was tradition in the presence of the Rainmaker. Always punctual when it came to time in the spotlight, Sue Burlingame stormed through the curtain and stretched her arms in a wide ‘T’ that called down a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro from overhead. For what was to be her last meeting with this warmed over FAWN relic, she wore a vintage Dennehy ‘Absolutely Clawful’ tank-top. This not so subtle nod to another group of women who’d once tormented her adversary did noting to endear her to the Bloodwind fans in attendance, which was just fine as far as Burlingame was concerned.
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
Feeding into their disdain with a smirk and an ‘I can’t hear you’ ear tap, Sue allowed them to ramp up the hate for several seconds before she grabbed the bottom edge of her tank-top in both hands and peeled it off in a single well practiced movement. Then she tossed it aside and ran an appraising hand over the washboard expanse of her midsection only to pull it away as if it were far too hot for even her to endure for very long. Temperature thusly asserted, she started down the ramp. For tonight’s series ending slaughter she wore the usual dark blue two piece with gold trim. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look, not that anyone paid too much attention to such trivial details as she vaulted onto the apron and over the top rope one right after the other.
Approaching only after Susan suggested the crowd bask in her glory one more time, Merle made a quick check of her pads and elbows, then nodded toward the far corner. “All clear, Sue. You can go to your corner now.”
Burlingame smiled, but didn’t move. “I could… but I think I’ll stay right here.”
The referee sighed. It was going to be one of those nights, he was sure of it.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Tempe, Arizona… she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… She is the one and only Tempe Temptress… JUUULLLIIIEEETTT BLLLOOOOOODDDWWWIIINNNDDD!”
JULIET BLOODWIND:
To the accompanying sonic assault of Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name Of", Juliet Bloodwind, emerged atop the ramp. Those assembled for Red, White and Bruised erupted into a cacophonous roar, delighted to see their heroine still in the fight after her skid-snapping victory at Mayhem.
The only person more excited than her fans was Juliet herself, as evidenced by the way she tore through the curtain and went straight down the aisle. More confident than ever now that she’d stacked Burlingame on her shoulders for three, the Tempe Temptress zigzagged back and forth to exchange high fives and fist bumps with as many fans as she could. This raised the noise level that much higher, as Bloodwind’s trademark imitation deerskin string bikini and matching knee high boots always received a rousing endorsement from the FAWNatics. Almost to the ring she paused to appreciate a sign that read ‘BACK TO BACK TO BACK!’ and another that’d reached staple status in this particular venue ‘CONSIDER ME TEMPTED, TEMPE TEMPTRESS!’
Bloodwind rewarded both sign wavers with a high five and a quick selfie before excusing herself for a single lap around the squared circle to salute the front line of her ringside supporters. Once they’d been tended to she hopped onto the apron, draped her arms over the top rope and waggled her hips before flipping backward into the ring. Twisting around as soon as she touched down, Jules walked right up to Susan for the latest round of nose to nose trash-talk, ref’s inspections be damned.
Give Merle credit, the man had done everything in his power to separate his charges no less than five seconds after they’d first gone nose to nose, but Bloodwind and Burlingame simply weren’t having it. Hand on Juliet’s shoulder? She shrugged it off. A light but steady grip on Susan’s elbow? She slapped it away. Calm, coaxing words to both ladies? Completely ignored. Resigned to the idea that he’d be more furniture than participant in tonight’s activities, the beleaguered official actually managed to check both wrestler’s pads and boots without disrupting their jaw-jacking session. After a few deep breaths and a silent recitation of the Serenity Prayer, he clapped his hands and said, “Keep it clean, ladies. And follow my commands at all times.” Then he turned to the Timekeeper and called for the bell.
The echoing CLANG stopped both ladies in mid-taunt, if only for a moment. “Hear that, Jules?” Sue purred. “It’s all legal now. So why don’t you go ahead and take your free swing before I wreck your shyt once and for all?”
Juliet was completely unimpressed, if her return smirk was any indication. “Oh no, I insist you go first, babe. Loser’s privilege and all.”
“You would know, being the expert and all.”
Bloodwind only stepped back and spread her arms wide. “Go on, Suzie. Maybe you can actually raise a welt with a few of those pathetic imitation Knife-Edge Cho--”
CRAAACK!
The Bankable Bombshell hauled off and slapped the taste outta Juliet’s mouth with a forehand Bytch Slap stiff enough to make several hundred FAWNatics put a hand to their cheek in sympathetic anguish. “You don’t dictate terms to me.” Susan was deep in Bloodwind’s personal space, her forehead grinding against the other brunette’s temple so she could bark in her ear. “One fluke pin doesn’t make you a world beater, Bloodynose. It makes you the same mid-card lifer you’ve always OOFFFH!”
The Tempe Temptress bumped her backward with a quick Shoulderblock that created just enough space for her to load up the Knife-Edge Chop that she CRAAAAAACKED against Burlingame’s chest. The crowd groaned at the sound of that flat, evil report, Sue however only stamped her foot and shook her head, not that the relatively stoic reaction stopped Jules from delivering a little trash talk of her own. “Did THAT feel like it belongs in the mid-card, babe? How ‘bout I give you another one for--”
Susan stuffed a hand in Jules’s face and pushed her away, a blatant show of disrespect that raised an ‘OOOOOHHH!’ from the Red, White & Bruised crowd. Answering Bloodwind’s volcanic glare with a coy smile, Susan traced a finger across the new welt on her chest and answered, “Now that you mention it, it doesn’t feel mid-card at all. After all, mid-carders usually don’t reek of desperation and flop swe--”
Juliet came at her showing a second Knife-Edge so Sue dipped low and went under it only to get stopped in her tracks when Bloodwind snatched hold of her hair and THUNKED a heavy Kneelift into her forehead! Sue’s legs went watery and she dropped to one knee, so Juliet snatched a double handful of hair and hauled her upright. Trading the hair-hold for a Wristlock kept Merle off her back and provided the perfect handle to send Burlingame hurtling into a corner on the far side of the ring. The War Bird waited just long enough to mark her shot, then she was off at a run to PWAK a heavy running Forearm Smash against the line of Susan’s jaw.
RUNNING FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRfvAm8M8uU
The Rainmaker listed hard to one side, but the ropes kept her vertical so Juliet took possession of her wrist for the second time in less than a minute and continued her whirlwind turnbuckle tour with another Irish Whip. Bloodwind followed along barely three steps behind, meaning Susan was afforded no respite between the moment she collided with the corner and the moment Juliet drove both heels into her chest with a textbook Dropkick!
CORNER DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWnMUwGgpRA
The crowd cheered in delight when Burlingame plopped down on her butt and though Bloodwind appreciated their enthusiasm, she shook her head ‘no’. “Sorry folks, she doesn’t get to taste the buckskin just yet,” the FAWN original trailed off to swat at her summer-tanned hip, “after all, I haven’t even broken a sweat!”
This explanation seemed to appease them, as there was no booing as Bloodwind rounded on one heel and jogged back to the opposite corner. Settling in back-to, she grabbed the top rope in both hands and leaned forward in a deep, predatory crouch. A taunt formed but she held it in for now, deciding she’d rather murmur it in the heiress’s ear. With that settled she raced across the canvas and hopped up just high enough to THWHUMP both knees into Burlingame’s chest with a sort of double-barreled Panic Attack.
DOUBLE KNEE PANIC ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ye5ZVidgMuA
Jules bounced back from the impact while Sue just bounced out, the former World Champion slopping forward onto all fours, or rather three of four, as she hooked her right arm over the middle rope and used it like a lifeline to crawl away from the corner. Jules watched her progress and started to give chase before thinking better of it. Nodding to herself shortly thereafter, the Tempe Temptress ran the ropes on the far side of the ring which meant she had a full head of steam when she THWHUNKED her right knee into the side of Burlingame’s noggin! Sue’s head snapped up, she lost her hold on the rope and crumpled to her belly all en route to tumbling off the edge of the apron.
RUNNING KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WADTLWqfMio
“THAT’S GODDDAMNED RIGHT!” Bloodwind roared at the top of her lungs as those assembled broke into a resounding ‘JU-LI-ET! JU-LI-ET!’ chant. Crowding the edge to get a better look at the pile of smoldering wreckage on the arena floor, Jules set one foot on the bottom rope, one foot on the middle and snatched the top in both hands all so she could leeeeeeeeeeean down and shout, “HEAR THAT, BABE? THAT’S TEN THOUSAND PEOPLE CHANTING MY NAME BECAUSE I JUST KICKED YOUR ARROGANT ASS!”
A short distance below, Susan rolled onto her stomach and slowly fought to her hands and knees. That was sign enough for Juliet, she hopped over the rubber-coated steel to land on the apron back-to the recovering Courtier. A glance over one shoulder told her that Burlingame was still on her way up, so the War Bird jumped onto the middle strand and--
“NNNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Sue caught hold of the other brunette’s ankles and tugged with all the strength of one truly incensed. Utterly unprepared for this eventuality, Juliet fell from her perch and landed HARD on the apron before tumbling into an awkward landing on the back of her head and left shoulder. “Ya know,” Susan huffed as she raked a hand through her battle-damp hair, “for someone who’s career highlights consist of playing water carrier for more talented women, you have an amazing ability to piss me off.” Jules didn’t, or possibly couldn’t answer, so the Ace bent down and tugged on one defenseless braid. “Answer me when I’m talking to you, bytch.”
Bloodwind did swat her hand aside, but it was a weak effort and she couldn’t prevent Burlingame from hauling her to her knees a few seconds later. Planting on her front (left) foot, Sue extended an arm as if to mark her target, then lashed out her right leg in a low, ‘whicking’ buzzsaw that THWHWACKED off Juliet’s temple! Bloodwind flopped to her back showing stars in both eyes, not that Burlingame noticed. She was too busy smoothing down her hair and smiling for the flurry of cameras going off all through the floor seats.
Hands on her hips, Susan looked to the referee and said, “I don’t want to hear so much as a one while we’re out here, ok Merle? And if Castle or one of the suits gives you shyt about it, tell ‘em Sue said to kindly f*ck off. Got it?”
Merle looked conflicted. “Ummmmhhhh… yeah, sure Sue. Just don’t spend all night out there, ok?”
The Rainmaker tipped him a decidedly malicious wink. “Trust me, Merle. When I end this, it’ll be in the center of that ring.” He didn’t know if that was a good thing or not, but it was a moot point at the moment because Burlingame was in no rush to leave the narrow ringside aisle. “You awake down there, Bloodynose?” she nudged Bloodwind’s shoulder with the toe of one boot. “Didn’t catch that notoriously glassy jaw of yours, did I?”
Juliet swatted Sue’s foot away, then clutched at her ankle when the brunette tapped her again. “Kiss my ass, rich girl.” she grunted. “You’re not gonna beat me that easNNNGGHHH!”
Sue dropped a quick knee to the back of Juliet’s skull, then helped herself to both braids and peeled her off the floor in fits and starts. “You think a Count Out is easier for ME?” Burlingame scoffed in the midst of scooping Bloodwind onto her right shoulder for a Body Slam. “Oh Jules, I think that kick hit harder than you realized.”
Juliet muttered a curse that didn’t really amount to much, what with the Ace controlling her around the neck at once end and with a gaudy handful of backside at the other. Those assembled in the first several rows prepared themselves for the damp, heavy SMECK of a Scoop Slam delivered to a barely-padded floor, so they were more than a little thrown when Burlingame stomped over to the steel guardrail and smiled at a rather tall man in his late thirties wearing an old school ‘Bank on Burlingame’ tee-shirt. “Sir, I simply must know the name of a man with such impeccable fashion sense.” she said without a hint of insincerity.
“Ohm uhh, my name’s Jack. Nice to meet you. I’d shake hands but--”
“Yes, pardon my rudeness, you caught me taking out the garbage. Here, just let me…” Susan stepped forward, banged Jules against the barrier and nocked her knees against the top. The lack of a turnbuckle meant she couldn’t hook the War Bird’s legs in place like usual, so she batted her eyes at Jack and said, “Hold her knees, would you Jack? And don’t even think about getting handsy. That privilege is mine and mine alone.”
“Oh go f*ck yourselfFFEERRGGGHHH!”
Juliet’s irritated interruption came to an abrupt, painful end when Susan CLAPPED her between the thighs with an overhand Slap! “Hey, you’re doing a great job, Jack!” Sue noted after the makeshift Tree of Woe held firm. “You just keep doing that and we’ll get along fine.” Well, Jack’s mama didn’t raise no fools, so he kept a firm grip on Juliet’s kneepads while his favorite wrestler lined up and proceeded to tee off Bloodwind’s unprotected midsection with no less than ten THWHACKING kicks!
To her credit, Jules raised a guard in the form of both forearms crossed against her ribs, unfortunately Susan was just as happy to hack away at her defenses! Resting her hands on her knees once she was done, Burlingame leaned down and offered Juliet a concerned smile. “How ya doin’, cupcake? Jack’s holding up his end of the arrangement, but you’re looking a little green. Need Merle to stop the--”
Bloodwind lashed out to grab hold of her ankle but Sue sidestepped and made the FAWN original pay with a heavy SLAP to that pinking tummy. “Oh good, you’re not broken yet.” then to Jack, “What about you? You holding up better than this little whiner?”
“I’m doing fine, Sue. Put her away!”
“I might just do that.” It was with this and other unpleasant thoughts at the forefront of her mind that Susan grabbed a handful of Juliet’s hair and pulled her up until she was almost perpendicular to the guardrail. Jules, sensing an escape hatch, grabbed hold of the barricade and tried to pull herself up farther, alas Sue was relentless with the hair-pull and Bloodwind’s grip actually made it easier for the former World Champion to THWHACK a quick kick into her rival’s back. The first three kicks landed with perhaps a second between each, after that the blows landed in a steady stream, just thwhack-thwhack-thwhack-THWHACK until Susan threw up her hands and roared, “BEST IN THE WORLD, PEOPLE!”
TREE OF WOE BACK KICKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i__l5o6JRDc
“Ummmh, Sue? I’d clap but my hands are full,” Jack said in reference to his hold on Bloodwind’s kneepads.
“How thoughtless of me, just handing off my garbage for someone else to deal with. Why, you’d think my name was London!” Burlingame said with mock concern. “Hold on just a bit longer Jack, then you’re free to go find some hand sanitizer.”
That was good enough for Jack, so Susan bent down and once again collected her foe’s noggin. From there she hauled Jules up, turned around and laid the back of the Arizonan’s head across her right shoulder. Controlling Bloodwind at chin and pate, Susan winked to the nearest camera, then went up on her toes and dropped to her butt to inflict some serious hurt with a gorgeous Neckbreaker! The resultant jolt ripped Juliet out of Jack’s hands, meaning there was a secondary drop to the floor following the initial bout of whiplash.
TREE OF WOE NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i7-7gK2WoXE
Settled in against the guardrail, Burlingame swiped a thumb across the tip of her nose, then casually looped an arm around Juliet’s head so she could pull it into her lap. “Done, princess? Just give me a little nod and I’ll put--” Bloodwind reached up and got hold of Sue’s jaw. It might’ve turned into a full on Iron Claw if the Rainmaker hadn’t taken her nose between thumb n’ forefinger and twisted as hard as she could. Juliet squealed but still didn’t let go, so Sue balled her other hand into a fist and pounded it between the Temptress’s eyes over and over again. Eventually Bloodwind did let go if only so she could twist onto all fours and crawl away.
Susan gave her a head start, or rather, she hung back long enough to check her face for any damage done by the desperate veteran. Finding none, she stomped after Jules and slowed her progress with a rather healthy handful of buckskin bottoms. Jules snarled and reached back with her right hand, so Burlingame sidled around to her left drove a quick knee into her rival’s temple. This was followed by a trio of high stomps, each delivered to the back of Bloodwind’s skull. The last one stretched the War Bird out flat, or at least as flat as she could get with Susan holding her trunks.
There were at least a dozen different ways the heiress could’ve hauled Juliet to her feet, so it spoke volumes about their rivalry that she used nothing but the wedgie to get the job done. Adding a handful of braid only when Bloodwind was tottering toward the apron, Susan spun the other brunette in a half circle and used the momentum to sling her under the bottom rope. Burlingame followed shortly thereafter, making the return to the ring look effortless whereas Juliet did her impression of a rumpled bag of laundry. Helping herself to a double fistful of braid when Bloodwind went to fix her distended tights, Susan dragged her to verticality and took some time cinching the other brunette’s arms over her head in a Full Nelson. “Go on, Jules.” she sneered in the Temptress’s ear. “Show these people that you’re good enough to--”
Juliet dropped her hips to clear the Nelson, alas Sue dropped with her and grabbed hold of her hair to keep her trapped. “Bytch!” Bloodwind growled. “How can a chick with so much money fight so cheaNNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!”
Susan yanked the other brunette upright and immediately PLANTED her on the back of her head and shoulders with a flawless Dragon Suplex! Confident that the FAWN cameras were getting an excellent view of Juliet’s painful, creeping wedgie, Sue pushed onto her toes to keep Bloodwind folded in half for the…
DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=T0gW_nh3REk
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Jules powered out and flopped onto her side, one hand rubbing the nape of her neck while the other tended to her rumpled trunks. “This is where we’re at, huh?” Burlingame muttered as she rolled to one knee. “You’re tough enough to take what I can dish out, but not skilled enough to do anything more play tackling dummy?”
“Thhuu… this tackling dummy pinned your overrated ass the last time we NNNNGGGHH!”
The Courtier sprang to her feet and promptly offered another snarky shout-out to Bloodwind’s former partner by administering a quick, heavy Leg Drop to the back of her opponent’s head. “Congratulations, you stole one with a Victory Roll. I guess that’s pretty much the same as my leaving you flat on your back with a face full of ass not once but twice.” Jules muttered some unintelligible rejoinder and struggled to her hands and knees so Sue expedited her return to verticality with a stiff Front Facelock. Burlingame didn’t ease up once Bloodwind reached her feet, in fact she stuffed half a dozen Kneelifts into the Arizonan’s tummy and augmented that with several more clubbing Forearm Smashes to the small of her back.
Now Juliet didn’t just sit there and take it, in fact she fought to free herself from the Facelock with a series of slaps and body blows to the former World Champion’s tawny midsection. Susannah was equally tenacious however and in the end Bloodwind settled for bulling her opponent backward into the strands so she could hook an arm around the middle rope. “Break!” she grunted to the referee. “Make her break the hold, MerNNNGHHH!”
The Kneelift Sue drove into Juliet’s cheek didn’t negate the War Bird’s escape, it just kept her blessedly quiet while Burlingame ‘climbed’ her way up the rubber-coated steel to take a seat on the top rope. “Using the wrong tense, baby. It’s far too late for ‘break’. You’re just flat out BROKE.”
On the heels of that pronouncement she pushed out of the ropes and swung around in gorgeous half circle and kicked both legs forward toNO! Bloodwind cinched her arms around the Ace’s midsection and pulled up hard enough to slow their descent and thus return Susan’s feet to the canvas. Soon as that was done she dipped low and snapped off a quick bridge that took Burlingame up, over and DOWN! Flat on her back in the wake of that left-field Northern Lights Suplex, the Rainmaker didn’t seem to register Merle’s count of…
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QvB_-Aznfy0
ONE…
TWO…
A hand flicked up and slapped Bloodwind’s tummy hard enough to break the bridge and the cover just after ‘TWO!’ Back to her feet much quicker than the Bloodhawk Nation would’ve liked, Susan scrambled to create a little distance before settling into a tense crouch that had her right shoulder pointed directly at the recovering brunette. As of yet unaware of the Super Kick locked in on her chin, Jules powered to boot leather and turned around just in time to-- a relieved roar from the capacity crowd as Bloodwind dipped the blow with half a heartbeat to spare! Coming out of the dodge on Burlingame’s six, Juliet didn’t even think about what came next, she simply reared back and CRAAACKED her nemesis between the shoulders with the stiffest Knife-Edge Chop she could muster!
Caught unawares by the palm-powered lightning, Sue’s knees didn’t quite buckle, but she was doing a damned good duck walk as she tried to steady herself. These efforts encountered serious resistance from the Arizonan, who tacked on a second Knife-Edge Chop before hooking Burlingame’s waistband to reel her into a snug Waistlock. Wedging her head under Sue’s right arm for a bit of extra leverage, Bloodwind hauled her up for a Backdrop Suplex, only she released at the apex and twisted around so her right arm was hooked across Burlingame’s chest, Uranage style. In the next instant she laid out on her belly and in so doing THAWHAMMED Susan down in the middle of the squared circle! Sue bounced hard and started to sit up, but Bloodwind stuffed a forearm in her face and forced her back down so she could hook the far leg for…
BLOODHAWK DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iGLGW20u6vU
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Ace kicked free with a half second to spare, though the astute observer noted it lacked the same authority of her escape only moments prior. Juliet must’ve noticed too because she was all smiles as she leaned back on her haunches. “Still think I’m broke, Susie? What was that? You’re gonna have to speak up, I couldn’t hear you over all the mouth breathing!” Burlingame elected not to answer, so Bloodwind flattened both hands into paddles and swatted out a nonsense beat on the other brunette’s gulping tummy. “C’mon baby, tell me who’s broke NNNGGHHH!”
Sue sat up abruptly and just cuffed the Tempe Temptress across the mouth with a sharp backhand. “I practically stamped my initials on your forehead outside the ring and you try to get me back with a cut-rate version of the Bittersweet Symphony?” Burlingame huffed. “No wonder you never so much as sniffed a World Title, BloodWUUUGGGGHHHHH!”
Bloodwind belted her with a straight right hand, scrambled into a mount atop the heiress’s chest and snatched hold of those dark locks to keep Sue’s head in place for the veritable hailstorm of punches she rained down on Burlingame’s forehead! Momentarily startled by the veteran’s aggressive reaction, Merle came to his senses and tapped Bloodwind on the shoulder. “C’mon Jules, open up that hand.” Juliet did, just long enough to CLAP the Courtier across the mouth! Then she went back to the closed fist, the War Bird just pounding away until the ref reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count.
“COME ON!” she barked down at the glassy-eyed brunette while finally adjusting her much maligned trunks. “COME ON TUFF GIRL, YOU ALWAYS GOT SOMETHING CLEVER TO SAY, LET’S HEAR IT NOW!” Burlingame didn’t say a word, yet she spoke volumes by raising a defiant, disrespectful middle finger in the direction of Bloodwind’s voice.
Angered by the small but noticeable cheer this elicited, Juliet leaned down, grabbed hold of Susan’s wrist and yanked her to a seat. This was followed by no less than half a dozen Toe Kicks, each of them pounding against the rapidly-softening expanse of her opponent’s abdomen. “Bein’ awfully quiet, Susie.” Bloodwind had knocked the Courtier flat again and was pulling up on her captured arm even as she grrrrrrrrrrrrround a heel into her naval. “Working on some new material or do you always get sullen when someone kicks your ass?”
“Spuuuuhhh… spare me your bad girl impression, asshole.” Burlingame grunted. “I didn’t buy it when I was sitting on your face, why would I buy it OOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Juliet folded her up with a single hateful Knee Drop, then corralled the vulnerable brunette’s noggin in a Front Facelock. Quick to sling Sue’s near arm over her shoulders, the Tempe Temptress turned toward the hard camera and offered it a saucy wink just before she paid Burlingame back for that damned wedgie. Of course wedgie’s popped crowds but they didn’t win matches (usually) so Jules switched over to a more useful grip just above the other brunette’s left hip. Hooks set, Bloodwind bent her knees and hauled her burden skyward just to lay out for a Vertical Suplex. Sue landed full force and tried to sit up but Juliet still had the Facelock cinched deep and she didn’t go anywhere until the buckskin-clad battler rolled onto her belly and dragged the both of them to verticality.
The second Suplex hit just as hard as the first, only difference was Burlingame didn’t try to get loose. Indeed she looked downright ragged when Juliet twisted her hips and brought them up for round three. Bloodwind muscled her all the way to high noon and held her there, not to draw a count (though she appreciated hearing one start almost immediately) but to make sure she was steady before she stomped over to the edge of the ring and tossed her down gut-first across the top rope!
Nodding to no one in particular as she watched Burlingame wriggling over the rubber-coated steel, Juliet stepped back and celebrated the respite with a few deep breaths. “How you doin’, babe?” she asked of the vulnerable heiress. “Need a minute or do you wanna throw in the towel right now?”
Too preoccupied with her predicament to bother actually lifting her head, Sue sneered, “I’ll throw a towel over your face after I’ve wiped off the worst of your mediocre stiNNNNNGGGHHH!”
The Tempe Temptress snatched a handful of hair to hold Burlingame steady just long enough to drive a single swift kick between her eyes! Sue’s head snapped back with the impact and she dropped off the ropes to land on the narrow ledge of the apron. Juliet had hoped the arrogant bytch would tumble all the way to the floor, so of course Sue snagged a death grip on the top rope with her left hand. “You’re not welcome in my ring, rich girl.” Bloodwind muttered. “Think it’s time you left.” She punctuated the observation by unleashing another one of those legendary Knife-Edge Chops, not to Burlingame’s chest, but to the fingers of that clutching hand!
“BYTCH!” Susan shrieked in pain but didn’t give up her grip, in fact she pulled herself closer to the ropes only to meet a scathing pie-face from the buckskin-clad battler! “I said get the f*ck out!” Jules drew a bead on Sue’s knuckles and lit into them with a second Knife-Edge, but the former World Champion simply wouldn’t let go! Clinging to the top rope like some megalomaniac villain in the last reel of a Bruckheimer film, Burlingame locked eyes with Jules even as she raised her other hand in a one-fingered salute.
“Yuuuhhh… you really think you can kick me out of this ring? Bytch please. I own this ring, just like I own your saggy--” THWHACK! Juliet hopped forward and lashed out her right leg to staple a high-powered Super Kick to the point of Sue’s chin. No snarky banter now, Burlingame just reeled backward until her grip gave out and she fell to the floor in a glassy-eyed sprawl!
APRON SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4i_5Ehe_wFs
Barely resisting the urge to simply scream with satisfaction, Bloodwind took the top rope in both hands and climbed onto the bottom strand to lean over and roar, “WHO’S RING IS IT, SUSIE? HUH? WHO’S GODDAMNED RING IS IT?!”
The Rainmaker had no answer, she only rolled onto her belly and crawled to the steel steps. Jules saw this and decided she wanted to expand her ownership to ringside and the surrounding environs, including the steps. To that end she hopped over the ropes, strolled along the apron and made a point of stomping down the steel. “Get off my steps, rich girl.” Bloodwind chided. “Unless you’re willing to pay a hefty ‘whiny asshole’ tax.”
Back to against the sidewall of the steps, Sue huffed, “How is it that you need to collect taxes? Wasn’t Anci paying you during all those years you were kissing her feeNNNNNNGGHHHH!”
Juliet jammed a short Kneelift into the side of Burlingame’s face, then braced both hands against the steel and fired several more knees into the Ace’s cheek. Sue got her hands up about midway through and shoved at the War Bird’s tummy, but Bloodwind wouldn’t be denied and she only called a halt to the affair when her own knee began to ache. Looming large of her woozy adversary, Juliet planted a foot on either side of Burlingame’s sprawled legs and dropped into a deep crouch. Leaned in very close to former World Champion, the Temptress helped herself to a handful of hair and lifted her head so they could go nose to nose. “You’re going to show me some respect, babe. Even if it comes out muffled under my ass, I’ll have your respect.”
Burlingame’s dark eyes flashed despite the punishment she’d absorbed. “You want my respect, Bloodynose? Then stop begging for it and start EARNING ITNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Jules yanked the Courtier’s head forward just to BWUUUNG it back against the hollow steel of the steps! “I never begged you for a goddamned thing and I never will.” Bloodwind growled once she’d regained her feet. “You though? You might end up begging Merle to stop the match.”
At mention of his name the referee leaned over the ropes and said, “C’mon Jules, let’s get it back in the ring, ok? I can’t just hold the count forever!”
“Sure you can.” she replied without hesitation. “But since you insist…” Juliet stood up and reached for Burlingame’s hair only to fetch her a stinging Bytch Slap instead! Strutting away from the slumped Courtier with an obvious swagger in her step, the FAWN original reached the other end of the aisle and winked at a fan waiving a ‘BLOODHAWK NATION’ sign. Twisting around so she was back to, Jules looked over one shoulder and treated her glues to a rather loud ‘swat’! “Hear that?” she asked with a teasing smile. He nodded enthusiastically. “It’s nothing compared to what comes next.” With that she raced back the way she’d came, picking up speed until the moment she took to the skies and drew both knees to chest level, all the better to THWHUMP her heels against the Rainmaker’s chest!
The huge Hesitation Dropkick slammed Burlingame into the steps hard enough to knock them out of true, which only strengthened the ‘HOLY SHYT!’ chant echoing through the rafters. “How’s that for stamping my name on your forehead?” Bloodwind taunted as she hauled the Ace up with a handful of trunks and tresses. The FAWNatics approved wholeheartedly, Merle said nothing, though he looked quite relieved when Jules bundled Burlingame under the bottom rope and Susan didn’t do much but cradle her head in both hands. Sliding in after the flattened fighter, Juliet shoveled Sue onto her back, then pinned her Crossbody and hooked the far leg so tightly the heiress’s knee was up near her chin.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOO!
Sue twitched a shoulder off the canvas with half a second to spare, thus earning grudging applause from the crowd and an angry sneer from the Tempe Temptress. “Still not enough? Good.” Bloodwind plunged her hands into Sue’s battle damp locks, got to her feet and forced her foe to do the same. Already close to the corner thanks to her recent reentry, Juliet simply bodied Burlingame into the buckles, then stuffed a shoulder into the Courtier’s gut and hoisted her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. Attention caught by the defenseless expanse of Sue’s chest, Jules reared back with her right hand and let loose with--
“UNNNGGGHH!” The Knife-Edge Chop collided with Susan’s forearms, the desperation guard saving her assets from further abuse. Bloodwind cursed and shook out her thrumming arm, alas the small lapse gave the Bankable Bombshell just enough time to feel the other brunette into a Front Facelock. Boots braced against the middle rope, Susan pushed off and swung around in a gorgeous half circle, not for a traditional Tornado DDT but a wide curve that deposited her on the apron while simultaneously TWANGING Juliet’s neck across the top rope!
TORNADO GUILLOTINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tOYGJCOIQM8
Hands clutched to her throat long before she hit the deck, Bloodwind tumbled onto her belly and over to her back as she tried to get some air back into her lungs. Out on the apron, Susan moved to line up with the floundering War Bird. “Get the f*ck up.” Burlingame hissed. “Get the f*ck up, if you really think you can hang with me.”
Jules must’ve thought it because she rolled to one knee and started to rise, albeit back to the other brunette. Sensing trouble when the crowd roared, she whirled around a split-second after Susan vaulted onto the top rope and launched herself into a front flip worthy of her youngest sister. She landed astride Bloodwind’s shoulders, tensed her legs and snapped backward to flip the Arizonan onto her back with a flawless Springboard Dragonrana. Juliet’s legs whipped up on impact, so Sue hooked her behind the knees and leaned forward, the vindictive brunette making a point to grrrrrrrrriiiiiiind her crotch against Bloodwind’s muzzle while the ref counted…
SPRINGBOARD DRAGONRANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=prQ7mmLjlWs
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Bloodwind fought free with a less than a whisper between herself and a galling defeat. Combine that with the recent proximity of heiress undercarriage as it related to her own features and the FAWN original was understandably volatile as she scrambled to her feet and unleashed a saloon-worthy Haymaker at Susan’s face. Alas, Burlingame was anything but a stationary target, dipping beneath the Arizonan’s outstretched arm while simultaneously threading her left arm around Juliet’s exposed bicep. Catching Bloodwind’s chin in her other hand, the former World Champion pushed onto her tiptoes, then twisted her grip into a Three Quarters Facelock and went down on one knee to THWHUNK Juliet’s forehead into the posted joint!
DR. TEETH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUY6vIo8vKQ
The War Bird’s head jolted hard as she collapsed to one knee, yet the Bloodhawk Nation still found reason to cheer as Juliet powered back to her full height within heartbeats of her knees touching the canv--THWHUMP! Susan buried her right foot in the other brunette’s gut, the low Super Kick doubling Jules over in a single stroke. The power behind that blow should’ve kept Bloodwind contemplating the canvas for several more seconds, but she straightened up almost at once, not that this perseverance did Juliet a damned bit of good when the Rainmaker sprang into the air and caromed her right foot off the side of her skull!
LOW SUPER KICK & JUMPING ENZUGIRI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tod1XascYCo
The Tempe Temptress went down clutching her head in both hands so Sue closed in with every intention of smearing her across the canvas for a cover… only Juliet got up again. Seeing the hint of incredulity that flashed across Burlingame’s face, Bloodwind raised a hand and beckoned the Courtier forward. “C’mon bytch. Come and get--” Susan struck swift as bad news, planting on her left foot to drive her heel into Juliet’s cheek with a thunderclap THWHACK! Bloodwind went down like a felled tree with Burlingame dropping in beside her to scramble into an emphatic Back Press that had everyone in the arena counting along for the…
SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qR-KjPzg-0U
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Juliet twitched a shoulder off the mat in a save so late it induced heart palpitations in even the most faithful members of her fan-base. Far less enamored of the Arizonan’s tenacity was Sue Burlingame, though you never would’ve known it by the steely determination stamped on her face. Forgoing a hold on those hated braids to simply peel the other wrestler off the mat, the Ace drew Juliet into a Front Facelock and slung the near arm across her shoulders. Then she hooked a handful of Bloodwind’s buck-skin and muscled her all the way to high noon just to immediately lay out flat on her back. The groans of distress couldn’t cover the heavy THWHUNK of bone on canvas, nor Susan’s primal growl of triumph as she floated over onto the starfished battler and hooked the far leg for…
SNAP BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCGX7DvbDXA
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Juliet didn’t just survive, she shot an arm into the air and waggled a finger ‘NO, NO, NO!’ Credit the resilience of Sue Burlingame, she didn’t snarl at Merle or slap Bloodwind’s hand aside, she only got up and stalked into position on the Temptress’s six. As of yet oblivious to the danger lurking ever so close, Juliet flopped onto her belly and sloooooooooowly got to all fours. Burlingame adjusted her position as Bloodwind recovered, taking great pains to keep herself directly behind the rising battler. Of course the FAWNatics did their best to alert Jules to the threat, but it never sounded like anything more than a worried roar, even when the Beautiful Bloodhawk wheeled around and Sue pounced with arms outstretched in search of her rival’s head! Burlingame’s right arm caught Juliet’s noggin but then Bloodwind leaned back and cinched her left arm around Sue’s throat in an Inverted Facelock! Wrenching free of the heiress’s grasp, Jules hooked Burlingame’s exposed right bicep before spinning into a quick corkscrew that brought her down on her back in relative comfort while the stunned Bombshell was PLANTED flat on her face and chest!
ACE CRUSHED:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvS205H2CTI
Damned near out of their minds at this abrupt reversal of fortune, the sold out crowd screamed for Bloodwind to go for the pin so they were more than a little surprised when the War Bird rolled through the landing and clambered back to verticality with the Inverted Facelock still intact! Exhausted and ebullient in equal measure, Juliet helped herself to handful of waistband even as she wrenched up on the painful grip. “Gotcha now you slippery bytch.” She dipped down and muscled Burlingame to somewhere around noon on the doomsday clock, more than enough time for her to spin around in a full circle and lay out on her belly, thus ANNIHILATING Susan with a ridiculously augmented version of the Bloodhawk Drop!
BLOODHAWK MASSACRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=av03QyPV9Hc
Vaguely aware that things had gone off the rails at the worst possible moment, Burlingame dipped deep into her reserves to roll onto her stomach, or at least started to. She’d only made it halfway when Jules hooked a Half Nelson and shoved her right back to start. There was no pin forthcoming however. Instead the Tempe Temptress powered to her feet one more time so she could stomp to the nearest corner. Slapping the top turnbuckle on arrival, Bloodwind grabbed hold of the strands and climbed to the high rent district in remarkably short order. Set in a deep crouch, Jules spared a single glance over her shoulder to make sure the notoriously durable former World Champion hadn’t moved. She had not, so Juliet stood tall and launched herself backward through the void with as gorgeous a Bloodhawk Dive as FAWN had seen in a very long time. The THU-WHAP of tummy on tummy was something to behold, as was the deafening chorus of several thousand voices ordering Merle to COUNT even before Jules hooked both legs and folded Sue in half for the…
BLOODHAWK DIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2wtAhoOC6KQ
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Juliet sat up, tossed Burlingame’s stems aside and pumped an elbow tennis style and still had time to get to her feet before the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall…. JULIET BLOODWIND! This series is now tied at two falls apiece and will be settled at FAWNAMANIA!”
Bloodwind beamed upon hearing this, but she shook her head ‘no’ just the same. “Settled? Oh, I don’t think so, baby. This thing is FINISHED at Mania!” Susan didn’t reply, as she’d just managed to make it to all fours, so the victrix walked over and tagged her with a gaudy SLAP on the butt. “Hear that, rich girl? We’re going to the biggest show of the year!”
The heiress tried to shuffle away from her opponent, but Jules grabbed a handful of waistband and reeled her back so she could drop to her knees beside Burlingame. “Remember how you said I’d never beat you once, let alone back to back? Well I just did it. And at ‘Mania I’m gonna three-peat right before I give YOU a grand tour of the best seat in the--”
The heiress scrambled to her feet and shoved Bloodwind away when she did the same. Jules stumbled, caught her balance in the ropes and chested right up on the winded Courtier.
“Go on then, Suzie. Take your shot. Take it right now and we don’t have to wait until ‘Mania. Otherwise back the hell up and get out of my ring.”
Sue didn’t take her eyes off the War Bird. “You’re real quick to make challenges, sweetie. How are you at accepting them?”
“Better than you, I’d imagine. Throw it out there, baby.”
“I could beat your ass in a regular match one more time, but what’s the fun of that? Mania’s supposed to be special, so let’s make it special. You. Me. Dog-collar match. That way everyone will know who’s THEE bytch… and who’s just A bytch.”
“You’re on, rich girl.” Juliet answered immediately. “By the time I’m done you’ll be able to sit, fetch, stay, roll-over… and beg. You’ll be really good at begging when all is said and done.”
“In your dreams, Bloodynose. You just reached the apex and you didn’t even realize it. It’s all downhill from here and at Mania I’m going to bury you… or rather your nose, so deep you’ll never recov--”
Juliet turned her head with a scathing Bytch Slap, then ate another for her efforts!
Those shots acted like dual starter’s pistols that brought the brunettes together in a snarling whirlwind of fists, knees, claws and slaps. Alas, those hoping for anything more than a teaser were sorely disappointed as half a dozen officials flooded the ring to pull them apart no more than twenty seconds later. Undeterred by this impediment, Bloodwind and Burlingame continued to strain, reach and fight until long after the feed cut away to a video hyping Kylie Sanders’s title defense against Mercy Ellis.
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPoIznBujEA
The speakers cut loose with an electronic scream and the capacity crowd answered with a great deal of the throat-born variety, as was tradition in the presence of the Rainmaker. Always punctual when it came to time in the spotlight, Sue Burlingame stormed through the curtain and stretched her arms in a wide ‘T’ that called down a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro from overhead. For what was to be her last meeting with this warmed over FAWN relic, she wore a vintage Dennehy ‘Absolutely Clawful’ tank-top. This not so subtle nod to another group of women who’d once tormented her adversary did noting to endear her to the Bloodwind fans in attendance, which was just fine as far as Burlingame was concerned.
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
Feeding into their disdain with a smirk and an ‘I can’t hear you’ ear tap, Sue allowed them to ramp up the hate for several seconds before she grabbed the bottom edge of her tank-top in both hands and peeled it off in a single well practiced movement. Then she tossed it aside and ran an appraising hand over the washboard expanse of her midsection only to pull it away as if it were far too hot for even her to endure for very long. Temperature thusly asserted, she started down the ramp. For tonight’s series ending slaughter she wore the usual dark blue two piece with gold trim. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look, not that anyone paid too much attention to such trivial details as she vaulted onto the apron and over the top rope one right after the other.
Approaching only after Susan suggested the crowd bask in her glory one more time, Merle made a quick check of her pads and elbows, then nodded toward the far corner. “All clear, Sue. You can go to your corner now.”
Burlingame smiled, but didn’t move. “I could… but I think I’ll stay right here.”
The referee sighed. It was going to be one of those nights, he was sure of it.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Tempe, Arizona… she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… She is the one and only Tempe Temptress… JUUULLLIIIEEETTT BLLLOOOOOODDDWWWIIINNNDDD!”
JULIET BLOODWIND:
To the accompanying sonic assault of Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name Of", Juliet Bloodwind, emerged atop the ramp. Those assembled for Red, White and Bruised erupted into a cacophonous roar, delighted to see their heroine still in the fight after her skid-snapping victory at Mayhem.
The only person more excited than her fans was Juliet herself, as evidenced by the way she tore through the curtain and went straight down the aisle. More confident than ever now that she’d stacked Burlingame on her shoulders for three, the Tempe Temptress zigzagged back and forth to exchange high fives and fist bumps with as many fans as she could. This raised the noise level that much higher, as Bloodwind’s trademark imitation deerskin string bikini and matching knee high boots always received a rousing endorsement from the FAWNatics. Almost to the ring she paused to appreciate a sign that read ‘BACK TO BACK TO BACK!’ and another that’d reached staple status in this particular venue ‘CONSIDER ME TEMPTED, TEMPE TEMPTRESS!’
Bloodwind rewarded both sign wavers with a high five and a quick selfie before excusing herself for a single lap around the squared circle to salute the front line of her ringside supporters. Once they’d been tended to she hopped onto the apron, draped her arms over the top rope and waggled her hips before flipping backward into the ring. Twisting around as soon as she touched down, Jules walked right up to Susan for the latest round of nose to nose trash-talk, ref’s inspections be damned.
Give Merle credit, the man had done everything in his power to separate his charges no less than five seconds after they’d first gone nose to nose, but Bloodwind and Burlingame simply weren’t having it. Hand on Juliet’s shoulder? She shrugged it off. A light but steady grip on Susan’s elbow? She slapped it away. Calm, coaxing words to both ladies? Completely ignored. Resigned to the idea that he’d be more furniture than participant in tonight’s activities, the beleaguered official actually managed to check both wrestler’s pads and boots without disrupting their jaw-jacking session. After a few deep breaths and a silent recitation of the Serenity Prayer, he clapped his hands and said, “Keep it clean, ladies. And follow my commands at all times.” Then he turned to the Timekeeper and called for the bell.
The echoing CLANG stopped both ladies in mid-taunt, if only for a moment. “Hear that, Jules?” Sue purred. “It’s all legal now. So why don’t you go ahead and take your free swing before I wreck your shyt once and for all?”
Juliet was completely unimpressed, if her return smirk was any indication. “Oh no, I insist you go first, babe. Loser’s privilege and all.”
“You would know, being the expert and all.”
Bloodwind only stepped back and spread her arms wide. “Go on, Suzie. Maybe you can actually raise a welt with a few of those pathetic imitation Knife-Edge Cho--”
CRAAACK!
The Bankable Bombshell hauled off and slapped the taste outta Juliet’s mouth with a forehand Bytch Slap stiff enough to make several hundred FAWNatics put a hand to their cheek in sympathetic anguish. “You don’t dictate terms to me.” Susan was deep in Bloodwind’s personal space, her forehead grinding against the other brunette’s temple so she could bark in her ear. “One fluke pin doesn’t make you a world beater, Bloodynose. It makes you the same mid-card lifer you’ve always OOFFFH!”
The Tempe Temptress bumped her backward with a quick Shoulderblock that created just enough space for her to load up the Knife-Edge Chop that she CRAAAAAACKED against Burlingame’s chest. The crowd groaned at the sound of that flat, evil report, Sue however only stamped her foot and shook her head, not that the relatively stoic reaction stopped Jules from delivering a little trash talk of her own. “Did THAT feel like it belongs in the mid-card, babe? How ‘bout I give you another one for--”
Susan stuffed a hand in Jules’s face and pushed her away, a blatant show of disrespect that raised an ‘OOOOOHHH!’ from the Red, White & Bruised crowd. Answering Bloodwind’s volcanic glare with a coy smile, Susan traced a finger across the new welt on her chest and answered, “Now that you mention it, it doesn’t feel mid-card at all. After all, mid-carders usually don’t reek of desperation and flop swe--”
Juliet came at her showing a second Knife-Edge so Sue dipped low and went under it only to get stopped in her tracks when Bloodwind snatched hold of her hair and THUNKED a heavy Kneelift into her forehead! Sue’s legs went watery and she dropped to one knee, so Juliet snatched a double handful of hair and hauled her upright. Trading the hair-hold for a Wristlock kept Merle off her back and provided the perfect handle to send Burlingame hurtling into a corner on the far side of the ring. The War Bird waited just long enough to mark her shot, then she was off at a run to PWAK a heavy running Forearm Smash against the line of Susan’s jaw.
RUNNING FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRfvAm8M8uU
The Rainmaker listed hard to one side, but the ropes kept her vertical so Juliet took possession of her wrist for the second time in less than a minute and continued her whirlwind turnbuckle tour with another Irish Whip. Bloodwind followed along barely three steps behind, meaning Susan was afforded no respite between the moment she collided with the corner and the moment Juliet drove both heels into her chest with a textbook Dropkick!
CORNER DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWnMUwGgpRA
The crowd cheered in delight when Burlingame plopped down on her butt and though Bloodwind appreciated their enthusiasm, she shook her head ‘no’. “Sorry folks, she doesn’t get to taste the buckskin just yet,” the FAWN original trailed off to swat at her summer-tanned hip, “after all, I haven’t even broken a sweat!”
This explanation seemed to appease them, as there was no booing as Bloodwind rounded on one heel and jogged back to the opposite corner. Settling in back-to, she grabbed the top rope in both hands and leaned forward in a deep, predatory crouch. A taunt formed but she held it in for now, deciding she’d rather murmur it in the heiress’s ear. With that settled she raced across the canvas and hopped up just high enough to THWHUMP both knees into Burlingame’s chest with a sort of double-barreled Panic Attack.
DOUBLE KNEE PANIC ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ye5ZVidgMuA
Jules bounced back from the impact while Sue just bounced out, the former World Champion slopping forward onto all fours, or rather three of four, as she hooked her right arm over the middle rope and used it like a lifeline to crawl away from the corner. Jules watched her progress and started to give chase before thinking better of it. Nodding to herself shortly thereafter, the Tempe Temptress ran the ropes on the far side of the ring which meant she had a full head of steam when she THWHUNKED her right knee into the side of Burlingame’s noggin! Sue’s head snapped up, she lost her hold on the rope and crumpled to her belly all en route to tumbling off the edge of the apron.
RUNNING KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WADTLWqfMio
“THAT’S GODDDAMNED RIGHT!” Bloodwind roared at the top of her lungs as those assembled broke into a resounding ‘JU-LI-ET! JU-LI-ET!’ chant. Crowding the edge to get a better look at the pile of smoldering wreckage on the arena floor, Jules set one foot on the bottom rope, one foot on the middle and snatched the top in both hands all so she could leeeeeeeeeeean down and shout, “HEAR THAT, BABE? THAT’S TEN THOUSAND PEOPLE CHANTING MY NAME BECAUSE I JUST KICKED YOUR ARROGANT ASS!”
A short distance below, Susan rolled onto her stomach and slowly fought to her hands and knees. That was sign enough for Juliet, she hopped over the rubber-coated steel to land on the apron back-to the recovering Courtier. A glance over one shoulder told her that Burlingame was still on her way up, so the War Bird jumped onto the middle strand and--
“NNNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Sue caught hold of the other brunette’s ankles and tugged with all the strength of one truly incensed. Utterly unprepared for this eventuality, Juliet fell from her perch and landed HARD on the apron before tumbling into an awkward landing on the back of her head and left shoulder. “Ya know,” Susan huffed as she raked a hand through her battle-damp hair, “for someone who’s career highlights consist of playing water carrier for more talented women, you have an amazing ability to piss me off.” Jules didn’t, or possibly couldn’t answer, so the Ace bent down and tugged on one defenseless braid. “Answer me when I’m talking to you, bytch.”
Bloodwind did swat her hand aside, but it was a weak effort and she couldn’t prevent Burlingame from hauling her to her knees a few seconds later. Planting on her front (left) foot, Sue extended an arm as if to mark her target, then lashed out her right leg in a low, ‘whicking’ buzzsaw that THWHWACKED off Juliet’s temple! Bloodwind flopped to her back showing stars in both eyes, not that Burlingame noticed. She was too busy smoothing down her hair and smiling for the flurry of cameras going off all through the floor seats.
Hands on her hips, Susan looked to the referee and said, “I don’t want to hear so much as a one while we’re out here, ok Merle? And if Castle or one of the suits gives you shyt about it, tell ‘em Sue said to kindly f*ck off. Got it?”
Merle looked conflicted. “Ummmmhhhh… yeah, sure Sue. Just don’t spend all night out there, ok?”
The Rainmaker tipped him a decidedly malicious wink. “Trust me, Merle. When I end this, it’ll be in the center of that ring.” He didn’t know if that was a good thing or not, but it was a moot point at the moment because Burlingame was in no rush to leave the narrow ringside aisle. “You awake down there, Bloodynose?” she nudged Bloodwind’s shoulder with the toe of one boot. “Didn’t catch that notoriously glassy jaw of yours, did I?”
Juliet swatted Sue’s foot away, then clutched at her ankle when the brunette tapped her again. “Kiss my ass, rich girl.” she grunted. “You’re not gonna beat me that easNNNGGHHH!”
Sue dropped a quick knee to the back of Juliet’s skull, then helped herself to both braids and peeled her off the floor in fits and starts. “You think a Count Out is easier for ME?” Burlingame scoffed in the midst of scooping Bloodwind onto her right shoulder for a Body Slam. “Oh Jules, I think that kick hit harder than you realized.”
Juliet muttered a curse that didn’t really amount to much, what with the Ace controlling her around the neck at once end and with a gaudy handful of backside at the other. Those assembled in the first several rows prepared themselves for the damp, heavy SMECK of a Scoop Slam delivered to a barely-padded floor, so they were more than a little thrown when Burlingame stomped over to the steel guardrail and smiled at a rather tall man in his late thirties wearing an old school ‘Bank on Burlingame’ tee-shirt. “Sir, I simply must know the name of a man with such impeccable fashion sense.” she said without a hint of insincerity.
“Ohm uhh, my name’s Jack. Nice to meet you. I’d shake hands but--”
“Yes, pardon my rudeness, you caught me taking out the garbage. Here, just let me…” Susan stepped forward, banged Jules against the barrier and nocked her knees against the top. The lack of a turnbuckle meant she couldn’t hook the War Bird’s legs in place like usual, so she batted her eyes at Jack and said, “Hold her knees, would you Jack? And don’t even think about getting handsy. That privilege is mine and mine alone.”
“Oh go f*ck yourselfFFEERRGGGHHH!”
Juliet’s irritated interruption came to an abrupt, painful end when Susan CLAPPED her between the thighs with an overhand Slap! “Hey, you’re doing a great job, Jack!” Sue noted after the makeshift Tree of Woe held firm. “You just keep doing that and we’ll get along fine.” Well, Jack’s mama didn’t raise no fools, so he kept a firm grip on Juliet’s kneepads while his favorite wrestler lined up and proceeded to tee off Bloodwind’s unprotected midsection with no less than ten THWHACKING kicks!
To her credit, Jules raised a guard in the form of both forearms crossed against her ribs, unfortunately Susan was just as happy to hack away at her defenses! Resting her hands on her knees once she was done, Burlingame leaned down and offered Juliet a concerned smile. “How ya doin’, cupcake? Jack’s holding up his end of the arrangement, but you’re looking a little green. Need Merle to stop the--”
Bloodwind lashed out to grab hold of her ankle but Sue sidestepped and made the FAWN original pay with a heavy SLAP to that pinking tummy. “Oh good, you’re not broken yet.” then to Jack, “What about you? You holding up better than this little whiner?”
“I’m doing fine, Sue. Put her away!”
“I might just do that.” It was with this and other unpleasant thoughts at the forefront of her mind that Susan grabbed a handful of Juliet’s hair and pulled her up until she was almost perpendicular to the guardrail. Jules, sensing an escape hatch, grabbed hold of the barricade and tried to pull herself up farther, alas Sue was relentless with the hair-pull and Bloodwind’s grip actually made it easier for the former World Champion to THWHACK a quick kick into her rival’s back. The first three kicks landed with perhaps a second between each, after that the blows landed in a steady stream, just thwhack-thwhack-thwhack-THWHACK until Susan threw up her hands and roared, “BEST IN THE WORLD, PEOPLE!”
TREE OF WOE BACK KICKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i__l5o6JRDc
“Ummmh, Sue? I’d clap but my hands are full,” Jack said in reference to his hold on Bloodwind’s kneepads.
“How thoughtless of me, just handing off my garbage for someone else to deal with. Why, you’d think my name was London!” Burlingame said with mock concern. “Hold on just a bit longer Jack, then you’re free to go find some hand sanitizer.”
That was good enough for Jack, so Susan bent down and once again collected her foe’s noggin. From there she hauled Jules up, turned around and laid the back of the Arizonan’s head across her right shoulder. Controlling Bloodwind at chin and pate, Susan winked to the nearest camera, then went up on her toes and dropped to her butt to inflict some serious hurt with a gorgeous Neckbreaker! The resultant jolt ripped Juliet out of Jack’s hands, meaning there was a secondary drop to the floor following the initial bout of whiplash.
TREE OF WOE NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i7-7gK2WoXE
Settled in against the guardrail, Burlingame swiped a thumb across the tip of her nose, then casually looped an arm around Juliet’s head so she could pull it into her lap. “Done, princess? Just give me a little nod and I’ll put--” Bloodwind reached up and got hold of Sue’s jaw. It might’ve turned into a full on Iron Claw if the Rainmaker hadn’t taken her nose between thumb n’ forefinger and twisted as hard as she could. Juliet squealed but still didn’t let go, so Sue balled her other hand into a fist and pounded it between the Temptress’s eyes over and over again. Eventually Bloodwind did let go if only so she could twist onto all fours and crawl away.
Susan gave her a head start, or rather, she hung back long enough to check her face for any damage done by the desperate veteran. Finding none, she stomped after Jules and slowed her progress with a rather healthy handful of buckskin bottoms. Jules snarled and reached back with her right hand, so Burlingame sidled around to her left drove a quick knee into her rival’s temple. This was followed by a trio of high stomps, each delivered to the back of Bloodwind’s skull. The last one stretched the War Bird out flat, or at least as flat as she could get with Susan holding her trunks.
There were at least a dozen different ways the heiress could’ve hauled Juliet to her feet, so it spoke volumes about their rivalry that she used nothing but the wedgie to get the job done. Adding a handful of braid only when Bloodwind was tottering toward the apron, Susan spun the other brunette in a half circle and used the momentum to sling her under the bottom rope. Burlingame followed shortly thereafter, making the return to the ring look effortless whereas Juliet did her impression of a rumpled bag of laundry. Helping herself to a double fistful of braid when Bloodwind went to fix her distended tights, Susan dragged her to verticality and took some time cinching the other brunette’s arms over her head in a Full Nelson. “Go on, Jules.” she sneered in the Temptress’s ear. “Show these people that you’re good enough to--”
Juliet dropped her hips to clear the Nelson, alas Sue dropped with her and grabbed hold of her hair to keep her trapped. “Bytch!” Bloodwind growled. “How can a chick with so much money fight so cheaNNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!”
Susan yanked the other brunette upright and immediately PLANTED her on the back of her head and shoulders with a flawless Dragon Suplex! Confident that the FAWN cameras were getting an excellent view of Juliet’s painful, creeping wedgie, Sue pushed onto her toes to keep Bloodwind folded in half for the…
DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=T0gW_nh3REk
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Jules powered out and flopped onto her side, one hand rubbing the nape of her neck while the other tended to her rumpled trunks. “This is where we’re at, huh?” Burlingame muttered as she rolled to one knee. “You’re tough enough to take what I can dish out, but not skilled enough to do anything more play tackling dummy?”
“Thhuu… this tackling dummy pinned your overrated ass the last time we NNNNGGGHH!”
The Courtier sprang to her feet and promptly offered another snarky shout-out to Bloodwind’s former partner by administering a quick, heavy Leg Drop to the back of her opponent’s head. “Congratulations, you stole one with a Victory Roll. I guess that’s pretty much the same as my leaving you flat on your back with a face full of ass not once but twice.” Jules muttered some unintelligible rejoinder and struggled to her hands and knees so Sue expedited her return to verticality with a stiff Front Facelock. Burlingame didn’t ease up once Bloodwind reached her feet, in fact she stuffed half a dozen Kneelifts into the Arizonan’s tummy and augmented that with several more clubbing Forearm Smashes to the small of her back.
Now Juliet didn’t just sit there and take it, in fact she fought to free herself from the Facelock with a series of slaps and body blows to the former World Champion’s tawny midsection. Susannah was equally tenacious however and in the end Bloodwind settled for bulling her opponent backward into the strands so she could hook an arm around the middle rope. “Break!” she grunted to the referee. “Make her break the hold, MerNNNGHHH!”
The Kneelift Sue drove into Juliet’s cheek didn’t negate the War Bird’s escape, it just kept her blessedly quiet while Burlingame ‘climbed’ her way up the rubber-coated steel to take a seat on the top rope. “Using the wrong tense, baby. It’s far too late for ‘break’. You’re just flat out BROKE.”
On the heels of that pronouncement she pushed out of the ropes and swung around in gorgeous half circle and kicked both legs forward toNO! Bloodwind cinched her arms around the Ace’s midsection and pulled up hard enough to slow their descent and thus return Susan’s feet to the canvas. Soon as that was done she dipped low and snapped off a quick bridge that took Burlingame up, over and DOWN! Flat on her back in the wake of that left-field Northern Lights Suplex, the Rainmaker didn’t seem to register Merle’s count of…
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QvB_-Aznfy0
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TWO…
A hand flicked up and slapped Bloodwind’s tummy hard enough to break the bridge and the cover just after ‘TWO!’ Back to her feet much quicker than the Bloodhawk Nation would’ve liked, Susan scrambled to create a little distance before settling into a tense crouch that had her right shoulder pointed directly at the recovering brunette. As of yet unaware of the Super Kick locked in on her chin, Jules powered to boot leather and turned around just in time to-- a relieved roar from the capacity crowd as Bloodwind dipped the blow with half a heartbeat to spare! Coming out of the dodge on Burlingame’s six, Juliet didn’t even think about what came next, she simply reared back and CRAAACKED her nemesis between the shoulders with the stiffest Knife-Edge Chop she could muster!
Caught unawares by the palm-powered lightning, Sue’s knees didn’t quite buckle, but she was doing a damned good duck walk as she tried to steady herself. These efforts encountered serious resistance from the Arizonan, who tacked on a second Knife-Edge Chop before hooking Burlingame’s waistband to reel her into a snug Waistlock. Wedging her head under Sue’s right arm for a bit of extra leverage, Bloodwind hauled her up for a Backdrop Suplex, only she released at the apex and twisted around so her right arm was hooked across Burlingame’s chest, Uranage style. In the next instant she laid out on her belly and in so doing THAWHAMMED Susan down in the middle of the squared circle! Sue bounced hard and started to sit up, but Bloodwind stuffed a forearm in her face and forced her back down so she could hook the far leg for…
BLOODHAWK DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iGLGW20u6vU
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Ace kicked free with a half second to spare, though the astute observer noted it lacked the same authority of her escape only moments prior. Juliet must’ve noticed too because she was all smiles as she leaned back on her haunches. “Still think I’m broke, Susie? What was that? You’re gonna have to speak up, I couldn’t hear you over all the mouth breathing!” Burlingame elected not to answer, so Bloodwind flattened both hands into paddles and swatted out a nonsense beat on the other brunette’s gulping tummy. “C’mon baby, tell me who’s broke NNNGGHHH!”
Sue sat up abruptly and just cuffed the Tempe Temptress across the mouth with a sharp backhand. “I practically stamped my initials on your forehead outside the ring and you try to get me back with a cut-rate version of the Bittersweet Symphony?” Burlingame huffed. “No wonder you never so much as sniffed a World Title, BloodWUUUGGGGHHHHH!”
Bloodwind belted her with a straight right hand, scrambled into a mount atop the heiress’s chest and snatched hold of those dark locks to keep Sue’s head in place for the veritable hailstorm of punches she rained down on Burlingame’s forehead! Momentarily startled by the veteran’s aggressive reaction, Merle came to his senses and tapped Bloodwind on the shoulder. “C’mon Jules, open up that hand.” Juliet did, just long enough to CLAP the Courtier across the mouth! Then she went back to the closed fist, the War Bird just pounding away until the ref reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count.
“COME ON!” she barked down at the glassy-eyed brunette while finally adjusting her much maligned trunks. “COME ON TUFF GIRL, YOU ALWAYS GOT SOMETHING CLEVER TO SAY, LET’S HEAR IT NOW!” Burlingame didn’t say a word, yet she spoke volumes by raising a defiant, disrespectful middle finger in the direction of Bloodwind’s voice.
Angered by the small but noticeable cheer this elicited, Juliet leaned down, grabbed hold of Susan’s wrist and yanked her to a seat. This was followed by no less than half a dozen Toe Kicks, each of them pounding against the rapidly-softening expanse of her opponent’s abdomen. “Bein’ awfully quiet, Susie.” Bloodwind had knocked the Courtier flat again and was pulling up on her captured arm even as she grrrrrrrrrrrrround a heel into her naval. “Working on some new material or do you always get sullen when someone kicks your ass?”
“Spuuuuhhh… spare me your bad girl impression, asshole.” Burlingame grunted. “I didn’t buy it when I was sitting on your face, why would I buy it OOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Juliet folded her up with a single hateful Knee Drop, then corralled the vulnerable brunette’s noggin in a Front Facelock. Quick to sling Sue’s near arm over her shoulders, the Tempe Temptress turned toward the hard camera and offered it a saucy wink just before she paid Burlingame back for that damned wedgie. Of course wedgie’s popped crowds but they didn’t win matches (usually) so Jules switched over to a more useful grip just above the other brunette’s left hip. Hooks set, Bloodwind bent her knees and hauled her burden skyward just to lay out for a Vertical Suplex. Sue landed full force and tried to sit up but Juliet still had the Facelock cinched deep and she didn’t go anywhere until the buckskin-clad battler rolled onto her belly and dragged the both of them to verticality.
The second Suplex hit just as hard as the first, only difference was Burlingame didn’t try to get loose. Indeed she looked downright ragged when Juliet twisted her hips and brought them up for round three. Bloodwind muscled her all the way to high noon and held her there, not to draw a count (though she appreciated hearing one start almost immediately) but to make sure she was steady before she stomped over to the edge of the ring and tossed her down gut-first across the top rope!
Nodding to no one in particular as she watched Burlingame wriggling over the rubber-coated steel, Juliet stepped back and celebrated the respite with a few deep breaths. “How you doin’, babe?” she asked of the vulnerable heiress. “Need a minute or do you wanna throw in the towel right now?”
Too preoccupied with her predicament to bother actually lifting her head, Sue sneered, “I’ll throw a towel over your face after I’ve wiped off the worst of your mediocre stiNNNNNGGGHHH!”
The Tempe Temptress snatched a handful of hair to hold Burlingame steady just long enough to drive a single swift kick between her eyes! Sue’s head snapped back with the impact and she dropped off the ropes to land on the narrow ledge of the apron. Juliet had hoped the arrogant bytch would tumble all the way to the floor, so of course Sue snagged a death grip on the top rope with her left hand. “You’re not welcome in my ring, rich girl.” Bloodwind muttered. “Think it’s time you left.” She punctuated the observation by unleashing another one of those legendary Knife-Edge Chops, not to Burlingame’s chest, but to the fingers of that clutching hand!
“BYTCH!” Susan shrieked in pain but didn’t give up her grip, in fact she pulled herself closer to the ropes only to meet a scathing pie-face from the buckskin-clad battler! “I said get the f*ck out!” Jules drew a bead on Sue’s knuckles and lit into them with a second Knife-Edge, but the former World Champion simply wouldn’t let go! Clinging to the top rope like some megalomaniac villain in the last reel of a Bruckheimer film, Burlingame locked eyes with Jules even as she raised her other hand in a one-fingered salute.
“Yuuuhhh… you really think you can kick me out of this ring? Bytch please. I own this ring, just like I own your saggy--” THWHACK! Juliet hopped forward and lashed out her right leg to staple a high-powered Super Kick to the point of Sue’s chin. No snarky banter now, Burlingame just reeled backward until her grip gave out and she fell to the floor in a glassy-eyed sprawl!
APRON SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4i_5Ehe_wFs
Barely resisting the urge to simply scream with satisfaction, Bloodwind took the top rope in both hands and climbed onto the bottom strand to lean over and roar, “WHO’S RING IS IT, SUSIE? HUH? WHO’S GODDAMNED RING IS IT?!”
The Rainmaker had no answer, she only rolled onto her belly and crawled to the steel steps. Jules saw this and decided she wanted to expand her ownership to ringside and the surrounding environs, including the steps. To that end she hopped over the ropes, strolled along the apron and made a point of stomping down the steel. “Get off my steps, rich girl.” Bloodwind chided. “Unless you’re willing to pay a hefty ‘whiny asshole’ tax.”
Back to against the sidewall of the steps, Sue huffed, “How is it that you need to collect taxes? Wasn’t Anci paying you during all those years you were kissing her feeNNNNNNGGHHHH!”
Juliet jammed a short Kneelift into the side of Burlingame’s face, then braced both hands against the steel and fired several more knees into the Ace’s cheek. Sue got her hands up about midway through and shoved at the War Bird’s tummy, but Bloodwind wouldn’t be denied and she only called a halt to the affair when her own knee began to ache. Looming large of her woozy adversary, Juliet planted a foot on either side of Burlingame’s sprawled legs and dropped into a deep crouch. Leaned in very close to former World Champion, the Temptress helped herself to a handful of hair and lifted her head so they could go nose to nose. “You’re going to show me some respect, babe. Even if it comes out muffled under my ass, I’ll have your respect.”
Burlingame’s dark eyes flashed despite the punishment she’d absorbed. “You want my respect, Bloodynose? Then stop begging for it and start EARNING ITNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Jules yanked the Courtier’s head forward just to BWUUUNG it back against the hollow steel of the steps! “I never begged you for a goddamned thing and I never will.” Bloodwind growled once she’d regained her feet. “You though? You might end up begging Merle to stop the match.”
At mention of his name the referee leaned over the ropes and said, “C’mon Jules, let’s get it back in the ring, ok? I can’t just hold the count forever!”
“Sure you can.” she replied without hesitation. “But since you insist…” Juliet stood up and reached for Burlingame’s hair only to fetch her a stinging Bytch Slap instead! Strutting away from the slumped Courtier with an obvious swagger in her step, the FAWN original reached the other end of the aisle and winked at a fan waiving a ‘BLOODHAWK NATION’ sign. Twisting around so she was back to, Jules looked over one shoulder and treated her glues to a rather loud ‘swat’! “Hear that?” she asked with a teasing smile. He nodded enthusiastically. “It’s nothing compared to what comes next.” With that she raced back the way she’d came, picking up speed until the moment she took to the skies and drew both knees to chest level, all the better to THWHUMP her heels against the Rainmaker’s chest!
The huge Hesitation Dropkick slammed Burlingame into the steps hard enough to knock them out of true, which only strengthened the ‘HOLY SHYT!’ chant echoing through the rafters. “How’s that for stamping my name on your forehead?” Bloodwind taunted as she hauled the Ace up with a handful of trunks and tresses. The FAWNatics approved wholeheartedly, Merle said nothing, though he looked quite relieved when Jules bundled Burlingame under the bottom rope and Susan didn’t do much but cradle her head in both hands. Sliding in after the flattened fighter, Juliet shoveled Sue onto her back, then pinned her Crossbody and hooked the far leg so tightly the heiress’s knee was up near her chin.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOO!
Sue twitched a shoulder off the canvas with half a second to spare, thus earning grudging applause from the crowd and an angry sneer from the Tempe Temptress. “Still not enough? Good.” Bloodwind plunged her hands into Sue’s battle damp locks, got to her feet and forced her foe to do the same. Already close to the corner thanks to her recent reentry, Juliet simply bodied Burlingame into the buckles, then stuffed a shoulder into the Courtier’s gut and hoisted her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. Attention caught by the defenseless expanse of Sue’s chest, Jules reared back with her right hand and let loose with--
“UNNNGGGHH!” The Knife-Edge Chop collided with Susan’s forearms, the desperation guard saving her assets from further abuse. Bloodwind cursed and shook out her thrumming arm, alas the small lapse gave the Bankable Bombshell just enough time to feel the other brunette into a Front Facelock. Boots braced against the middle rope, Susan pushed off and swung around in a gorgeous half circle, not for a traditional Tornado DDT but a wide curve that deposited her on the apron while simultaneously TWANGING Juliet’s neck across the top rope!
TORNADO GUILLOTINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tOYGJCOIQM8
Hands clutched to her throat long before she hit the deck, Bloodwind tumbled onto her belly and over to her back as she tried to get some air back into her lungs. Out on the apron, Susan moved to line up with the floundering War Bird. “Get the f*ck up.” Burlingame hissed. “Get the f*ck up, if you really think you can hang with me.”
Jules must’ve thought it because she rolled to one knee and started to rise, albeit back to the other brunette. Sensing trouble when the crowd roared, she whirled around a split-second after Susan vaulted onto the top rope and launched herself into a front flip worthy of her youngest sister. She landed astride Bloodwind’s shoulders, tensed her legs and snapped backward to flip the Arizonan onto her back with a flawless Springboard Dragonrana. Juliet’s legs whipped up on impact, so Sue hooked her behind the knees and leaned forward, the vindictive brunette making a point to grrrrrrrrriiiiiiind her crotch against Bloodwind’s muzzle while the ref counted…
SPRINGBOARD DRAGONRANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=prQ7mmLjlWs
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Bloodwind fought free with a less than a whisper between herself and a galling defeat. Combine that with the recent proximity of heiress undercarriage as it related to her own features and the FAWN original was understandably volatile as she scrambled to her feet and unleashed a saloon-worthy Haymaker at Susan’s face. Alas, Burlingame was anything but a stationary target, dipping beneath the Arizonan’s outstretched arm while simultaneously threading her left arm around Juliet’s exposed bicep. Catching Bloodwind’s chin in her other hand, the former World Champion pushed onto her tiptoes, then twisted her grip into a Three Quarters Facelock and went down on one knee to THWHUNK Juliet’s forehead into the posted joint!
DR. TEETH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUY6vIo8vKQ
The War Bird’s head jolted hard as she collapsed to one knee, yet the Bloodhawk Nation still found reason to cheer as Juliet powered back to her full height within heartbeats of her knees touching the canv--THWHUMP! Susan buried her right foot in the other brunette’s gut, the low Super Kick doubling Jules over in a single stroke. The power behind that blow should’ve kept Bloodwind contemplating the canvas for several more seconds, but she straightened up almost at once, not that this perseverance did Juliet a damned bit of good when the Rainmaker sprang into the air and caromed her right foot off the side of her skull!
LOW SUPER KICK & JUMPING ENZUGIRI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tod1XascYCo
The Tempe Temptress went down clutching her head in both hands so Sue closed in with every intention of smearing her across the canvas for a cover… only Juliet got up again. Seeing the hint of incredulity that flashed across Burlingame’s face, Bloodwind raised a hand and beckoned the Courtier forward. “C’mon bytch. Come and get--” Susan struck swift as bad news, planting on her left foot to drive her heel into Juliet’s cheek with a thunderclap THWHACK! Bloodwind went down like a felled tree with Burlingame dropping in beside her to scramble into an emphatic Back Press that had everyone in the arena counting along for the…
SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qR-KjPzg-0U
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Juliet twitched a shoulder off the mat in a save so late it induced heart palpitations in even the most faithful members of her fan-base. Far less enamored of the Arizonan’s tenacity was Sue Burlingame, though you never would’ve known it by the steely determination stamped on her face. Forgoing a hold on those hated braids to simply peel the other wrestler off the mat, the Ace drew Juliet into a Front Facelock and slung the near arm across her shoulders. Then she hooked a handful of Bloodwind’s buck-skin and muscled her all the way to high noon just to immediately lay out flat on her back. The groans of distress couldn’t cover the heavy THWHUNK of bone on canvas, nor Susan’s primal growl of triumph as she floated over onto the starfished battler and hooked the far leg for…
SNAP BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCGX7DvbDXA
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Juliet didn’t just survive, she shot an arm into the air and waggled a finger ‘NO, NO, NO!’ Credit the resilience of Sue Burlingame, she didn’t snarl at Merle or slap Bloodwind’s hand aside, she only got up and stalked into position on the Temptress’s six. As of yet oblivious to the danger lurking ever so close, Juliet flopped onto her belly and sloooooooooowly got to all fours. Burlingame adjusted her position as Bloodwind recovered, taking great pains to keep herself directly behind the rising battler. Of course the FAWNatics did their best to alert Jules to the threat, but it never sounded like anything more than a worried roar, even when the Beautiful Bloodhawk wheeled around and Sue pounced with arms outstretched in search of her rival’s head! Burlingame’s right arm caught Juliet’s noggin but then Bloodwind leaned back and cinched her left arm around Sue’s throat in an Inverted Facelock! Wrenching free of the heiress’s grasp, Jules hooked Burlingame’s exposed right bicep before spinning into a quick corkscrew that brought her down on her back in relative comfort while the stunned Bombshell was PLANTED flat on her face and chest!
ACE CRUSHED:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvS205H2CTI
Damned near out of their minds at this abrupt reversal of fortune, the sold out crowd screamed for Bloodwind to go for the pin so they were more than a little surprised when the War Bird rolled through the landing and clambered back to verticality with the Inverted Facelock still intact! Exhausted and ebullient in equal measure, Juliet helped herself to handful of waistband even as she wrenched up on the painful grip. “Gotcha now you slippery bytch.” She dipped down and muscled Burlingame to somewhere around noon on the doomsday clock, more than enough time for her to spin around in a full circle and lay out on her belly, thus ANNIHILATING Susan with a ridiculously augmented version of the Bloodhawk Drop!
BLOODHAWK MASSACRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=av03QyPV9Hc
Vaguely aware that things had gone off the rails at the worst possible moment, Burlingame dipped deep into her reserves to roll onto her stomach, or at least started to. She’d only made it halfway when Jules hooked a Half Nelson and shoved her right back to start. There was no pin forthcoming however. Instead the Tempe Temptress powered to her feet one more time so she could stomp to the nearest corner. Slapping the top turnbuckle on arrival, Bloodwind grabbed hold of the strands and climbed to the high rent district in remarkably short order. Set in a deep crouch, Jules spared a single glance over her shoulder to make sure the notoriously durable former World Champion hadn’t moved. She had not, so Juliet stood tall and launched herself backward through the void with as gorgeous a Bloodhawk Dive as FAWN had seen in a very long time. The THU-WHAP of tummy on tummy was something to behold, as was the deafening chorus of several thousand voices ordering Merle to COUNT even before Jules hooked both legs and folded Sue in half for the…
BLOODHAWK DIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2wtAhoOC6KQ
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Juliet sat up, tossed Burlingame’s stems aside and pumped an elbow tennis style and still had time to get to her feet before the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall…. JULIET BLOODWIND! This series is now tied at two falls apiece and will be settled at FAWNAMANIA!”
Bloodwind beamed upon hearing this, but she shook her head ‘no’ just the same. “Settled? Oh, I don’t think so, baby. This thing is FINISHED at Mania!” Susan didn’t reply, as she’d just managed to make it to all fours, so the victrix walked over and tagged her with a gaudy SLAP on the butt. “Hear that, rich girl? We’re going to the biggest show of the year!”
The heiress tried to shuffle away from her opponent, but Jules grabbed a handful of waistband and reeled her back so she could drop to her knees beside Burlingame. “Remember how you said I’d never beat you once, let alone back to back? Well I just did it. And at ‘Mania I’m gonna three-peat right before I give YOU a grand tour of the best seat in the--”
The heiress scrambled to her feet and shoved Bloodwind away when she did the same. Jules stumbled, caught her balance in the ropes and chested right up on the winded Courtier.
“Go on then, Suzie. Take your shot. Take it right now and we don’t have to wait until ‘Mania. Otherwise back the hell up and get out of my ring.”
Sue didn’t take her eyes off the War Bird. “You’re real quick to make challenges, sweetie. How are you at accepting them?”
“Better than you, I’d imagine. Throw it out there, baby.”
“I could beat your ass in a regular match one more time, but what’s the fun of that? Mania’s supposed to be special, so let’s make it special. You. Me. Dog-collar match. That way everyone will know who’s THEE bytch… and who’s just A bytch.”
“You’re on, rich girl.” Juliet answered immediately. “By the time I’m done you’ll be able to sit, fetch, stay, roll-over… and beg. You’ll be really good at begging when all is said and done.”
“In your dreams, Bloodynose. You just reached the apex and you didn’t even realize it. It’s all downhill from here and at Mania I’m going to bury you… or rather your nose, so deep you’ll never recov--”
Juliet turned her head with a scathing Bytch Slap, then ate another for her efforts!
Those shots acted like dual starter’s pistols that brought the brunettes together in a snarling whirlwind of fists, knees, claws and slaps. Alas, those hoping for anything more than a teaser were sorely disappointed as half a dozen officials flooded the ring to pull them apart no more than twenty seconds later. Undeterred by this impediment, Bloodwind and Burlingame continued to strain, reach and fight until long after the feed cut away to a video hyping Kylie Sanders’s title defense against Mercy Ellis.