Post by dsb on Oct 19, 2018 22:19:38 GMT
Concern was etched all over the Announcer’s face as he told the sold out crowd, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is a Dog Collar Match! That means there are no count outs or disqualifications and the competitors will remain joined by a steel chain,” a roar from the crowd as referee Al Carpenter raised the aforementioned links, “until the match is over! Introducing first, hailing from Tempe, Arizona… she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… She is the one and only Tempe Temptress… JUUULLLIIIEEETTT BLLLOOOOOODDDWWWIIINNNDDD!”
JULIET BLOODWIND:
To the accompanying sonic assault of Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name Of", Juliet Bloodwind, emerged atop the ramp. The Bloodhawk Nation erupted in a cacophonous roar, longtime members and recent convert alike cheering their hearts out as the War Bird attempted to do what no one else had ever done, let alone on FAWN’s grandest stage.
Jules didn’t just share the crowd’s enthusiasm, she partook and added to it by storming through the curtain with a war cry worthy of Autumn Sammain. Tilting her head back to show off the heavy leather collar already affixed to her neck, Bloodwind pumped a fist for the throng, then raised it high overhead and extended one, two, three fingers! “Hear that?” she asked to the camera when it dollied in close. “This is what it sounds like when you’re about to do the impossible.” On that she started down the ramp, 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. Slowing only when she reached the shadow of the ring, she honed in on a sign that read:
BET AGAINST JULES?
TEMPTING, BUT NO!
Offering the fan a smile, she said, “You won’t regret it, especially once I’m whippin’ Suzie’s ass with that chain.” This was followed by a fist bump and 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 strutted over to Al to offer up knees, elbows and finally throat, the first two for inspection, the last for securing to one end of the chain.
Jules’s music was still fading when the Announcer cleared his throat. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is the Bankable Bombshell, the Rainmaker, THE ACE of the Black Court AND a two-time FAWN World Champion, this is…SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPoIznBujEA
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
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 unexpectedly tenacious FAWN original, she wore a genuine ’Tempe Tempress’ baby tee, the very first bit of FAWN merchandise ever produced for her opposition. The Bloodhawk Nation didn’t approve, but Sue’s supporters endorsed it lustily, especially when their fave made a show of slapping Juliet’s printed features half a dozen times. Only when the fervor reached a peak did she grab the bottom edge of the shirt in both hands to peeeeeeeeel it over her head and drop it directly at her feet. Without so much as a word she stepped over the discarded garment en route to the squared circle. Beneath the tee-shirt she’d elected her 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.
Jules came for her right away and Sue didn’t give any ground, alas Carpenter interjected himself between the wrestlers before there was any fun to be had. Sue grinned, raised a hand to beckon the Tempe Temptress forward and sighed in disappointment when Bloodwind refused to oblige. Al however proved much more accommodating, as he quickly hurried over to check on the Rainmaker’s pads and boots and link the other end of the chain to her collar.
“All right, you’re good to go.” he told her. “Now remember Sue--”
“No matter how much she begs and whines you’re not going to unlock the chain until she surrenders. I get it, Al.”
“F*ck you, rich girl.” Bloodwind replied with a malicious smile.
“Enough.” Al’s tone was simultaneously stern and worried. “There’s time for that soon enough. Now back up until the chain is taut so I can ring the bell.”
The length of the chain fastened around their necks didn’t allow either woman to post up in their respective corners, not that the truncated distance stopped the FAWNatics from losing their shite when the clang of the bell brought Susan and Jules forward at a quick stalk. Though she itched to secure a handful of those heavy links, Bloodwind refrained in favor of chesting into the heiress without ever slowing her pace. On any other night, against any other woman, it would’ve rocked her back on her heels. But Burlingame was moving with equal purpose, meaning they went forehead to forehead and nose to nose.
“Remember when I first challenged you to a best of five series?” Juliet asked over the roar of the crowd and soft tinkle of the links coming together. “You’d just pinned me with a faceful of ass and promised to do even worse the next time.”
The right corner of Sue’s mouth went up in a smile. “Can you blame me? You make a great cushion.”
Bloodwind’s dark eyes narrowed as she reached up and wrapped her fist around the chain less than six inches from her opponent’s neck. Using the grip to draw even closer, she put her lips to the Courtier’s ear and murmured, “Seems like a million years ago, doesn’t it rich girl? The prickling you’re feeling on the back of your neck? That’s me coming for your sorry ass.”
The Beautiful Bloodhawk pulled away with a smirk and a soft little shove only to go DEFCON 1 when Susan snatched hold of the collar and tugged her forward.
“Only half right, princess.” Burlingame’s voice dripped with a confidence Juliet despised. “I KNOW you’ll come for me. But I sure as hell won’t feel it on the back of my neNNNGGHHH!”
Bloodwind tagged her with a quick Headbutt and followed up with a huge forehand Bytch Slap that earned an ‘oooooohhh!’ from the crowd. “Hope you enjoyed that, Susie.” Jules had a loop of chain hanging from her right hand now. “That’s the last time you’ll ever play the arrogant bytch with WHOOAOOOFFFHH!”
Sue snatched a double handful of chain, yanked the brunette forward and dropped low for a ‘whicking’ Sweep Kick that deposited Juliet flat on the canvas. Grimacing as the back of her skull bounced off the thinly-sheathed plywood, Bloodwind rolled to her stomach and pushed to all fours before Sue drove her back down with what was little more than a low-flying tackle. Already snarling at the heiress’s touch, Jules actually roared when Sue captured her wrists and wrenched her stems apart with a Double Leg Grapevine. Very much aware of the salacious undercurrent in certain sections of the crowd, Sue brought the audience and her adversary to a full boil when she slowly grrrrrrrrrrroooooound her hips against Bloodwind’s squirming glutes.
“Sorry honey, I don’t play arrogant bytch, I just am. And when it comes to your tired old ass, I’ll never be through playEERRHHH!”
Juliet twisted a hand free, reached up and grabbed a handful of hair with every intention of tearing it out. “F*cking skank.” she growled. “I’m going to ruin you to AHHHHHH FAAAAAAHHHK NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Sue abandoned her wrist control to straighten from a pin to a mount. This did nothing for the kink in her neck (if anything it actually got worse) yet she deemed it worthwhile because the new arrangement allowed her to corral Juliet’s pigtails and a length of chain all in one hand. The other she fashioned into a fist and simply pounded away at the side of Bloodwind’s skull until the Arizonan relinquished the hair-hold to protect her vulnerable noggin. Burlingame pounded at her foe’s guard for a few seconds before grabbing her wrists. “YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT ME, JULES? HERE, OF ALL PLACES? THEN GET OFF THE MAT AND BRING THE F*CKING FIGHT!”
On that unquestionably emphatic statement she bounded to her feet, collected a long length of chain and brought it whistling down across the FAWN original’s vulnerable back! Juliet shrieked like she’d been touched with a live wire, yet the pain didn’t dull her ring awareness and she was able to roll clear of a second salvo half a second before Burlingame CRAAACKED the chain against the mat. “YOU’RE PATHETIC!” Susan barked at the retreating brunette as she wrapped several lengths of chain around her right hand. “Not even two minutes and you’re already crawling around on your kneeEEEOOOFFFFHHHHHH!”
A thunderous roar of approval from the Bloodhawk Nation when their heroine spun to one knee and used a double handful of chain to yank the surprised Courtier into a gut-churning fusion of Spear and Spinebuster! Aware of nothing save the pain stamped on Susan’s face, Bloodwind pushed to one knee with a handful of hair already secured and rained down at least half a dozen punches before she remembered the steel at her disposal. Forgoing the wrapped fist in favor of a six inch length stretched tight between her hands, Jules pressed the oversized garrote against the curve of Burlingame’s forehead and began to draaaaaaaaaaaaaag it back n’ forth!
“AAAAAAHHHHHH SHYT!” Sue wailed long and loud, then grabbed Juliet’s wrists in a death-grip. “Get the f*ck offa me you miserable byAAGUURHHHH!”
Jules dragged the chain over the point of Susan’s nose and forced it into her mouth like some sort of awful steel bridle! “Awwwwww, what’s the matter baby? Don’t like it when we both get to play rough? Then give it up you gutless quitter!”
Al Carpenter, who’d been holding one horrified hand over his own mouth since the beginning of Bloodwind’s callous dentistry, managed to steady his nerves long enough to ask, “What do you say, Sue? Do you submit?”
The Bankable Bombshell was a bit too preoccupied to answer with anything cogent, thankfully the enraged banshee shriek she offered sounded nothing like surrender, so the zebra backed off to a much safer distance.
As for Bloodwind, she pulled the chain from her foe’s jaws and sent it back up her face, making a point to focus on the underside of Susan’s nose! “Tap out, Burlingame.” she demanded after another ten seconds or so. “Tap out before I have to shred your pretty little wannabe tuff girl fa--”
The Ace kicked her legs up, threaded ‘em under Juliet’s biceps and dragged her to the mat with a Sunset Flip that also hauled Sue to a seat. No one in the building expected a pin-fall off this bit of maneuvering and they certainly weren’t disappointed when Burlingame flattened one hand into a stiff-fingered Spade and THUMPED it into the center of Bloodwind’s trunks! Jules went pale and twisted over onto one side, her knees coming together with a soft thud even as both hands flew between her thighs.
Beside her, Susan made it to a knee and took a quick inventory of her chain-abused features. Slightly surprised to find no red, the Rainmaker wrapped some links around her right hand, then mounted Bloodwind’s chest and grabbed a handful of pigtails. Al took a step forward, presumably to voice a warning or plea of some kind, but Burlingame stopped him with a glance. “Not a word, Carpenter. Bloodynose thinks she can hang at an elite level. It’s time to see if she’s right.”
“F*ck you.” the Arizonan grunted. “I don’t need to prove anything to a bytch like NNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Sue clipped Jules with a short right hand to the chin, yanked her head off the canvas and followed it with an equally quick slap. “Yeah, you do asshole. You need to show the world that you won’t just crumble when I--” Burlingame yanked Juliet’s hair again, prompting a hasty guard from the grounded War Bird. This proved an unfortunate error, as Susan spun around in a quick half circle and pak-pak-PAAAKED her chain-augmented fist against Bloodwind’s crotch! Juliet bucked violently, but Sue shoved her knees down and only snarled off the nails the other brunette raaaaaaaaked down her back.
When the initial storm passed Bloodwind’s legs were pressed flat to the canvas, with the right angled slightly away from the veteran’s torso. Hunched forward to keep angry claws away from her hair, Burlingame used her unchained hand to palm Juliet’s right thigh while the other curled into a tight fist. Her next three punches came out of nowhere, the Courtier’s hand shooting up to level with her ear to ensure there was plenty of snap on the shots she THUMPED into Juliet’s navel.
Jaw clenched as Susan grrrrrooooooound that hateful hand into her tummy, Bloodwind sat up on her elbows, then planted her left hand on the mat so she could pound a flurry of Forearm Smashes across her nemesis’s shoulders. They produced several satisfying grunts, however Burlingame still showed no inclination to move, so Jules grabbed hold of the heavy leather collar around the Courtier’s neck and started to pull. “Go to my trunks one more time, rich girl.” she growled. “And I promise you’ll be sorry your mean little dilettante ass ever even THOUGHT about stepping into a wrestling rinGOOOFFFHHHH!”
Sue smashed a few more hammer punches into Bloodwind’s belly, then held that hand in front of her chest and did something that got a loud ‘Ooooooohhhhhh!’ from the FAWNatics. “That’s right, you’re one of the originals, aren’t you?” she muttered without turning around. “One of the faces on FAWN’s Mt. Rushmore. Well, here’s a taste of the bad old days for ya, Bloodynose.”
Juliet’s dark eyes went wide half a heartbeat before affixed the chain-wrapped claw to her center and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed! “FAAAHHK!” Bloodwind sobbed as she collapsed to her back, both hands flying to her pigtails in a valiant effort to spread out the anguish.
Above, Sue showed no mercy on that swatch of buckskin, the former World Champion complementing her usual white-knuckle grip with frequent jostling that ground the links against that almost non-existent defense. “Ask her.” Burlingame called to Al as she continued to work the brutal Claw Hold. “Ask the tramp if she wants to quit because she couldn’t defend her goddamned trunks.” Susan punctuated the demand with a twitch of her index finger that forced a loud wail from the Beautiful Bloodhawk.
Carpenter closed the distance in a few steps, dropped to a knee beside his charges. “What do you say, Jules? Need me to call it?”
Bloodwind looked miserable, but her voice didn’t quaver when she replied, “I went to war with the Dennehy’s at their peak. It’s gonna take a lot more than this knock-off to make me--” The sentence would’ve ended in a loud shriek if Juliet hadn’t stifled it behind clenched teeth.
“You really want to criticize my technique when it sounds like you’re about to burst into tearaaaaarrrrhhhh! Not good enough, BloodyHUUURRRK!”
Bloodwind followed that nasty Back Rake with another yank on the leather collar, or rather the chain just beneath it. An awkward, unpleasant position to be sure, yet it still didn’t grant the Tempe Temptress her freedom until she pounded a short, murderous hook just beneath her attacker’s right elbow. Caught unawares by the liver shot, Susannah collapsed like a sandcastle in the rain, all thoughts of victory via trunks forgotten in favor of curling up around the firestorm in her guts. Unable to hide a sigh of relief as she tended to her abused togs, Bloodwind turned her heart to more vengeful matters as soon as she could stand without a shimmy in her knees.
“So it’s the bad old days you’re interested in, huh rich girl? Here’s something I think you’ll appreciate.” Circling around to Burlingame’s feet, Jules caught both ankles and rolled the brunette to her back before she doubled down on the right boot. Sue grunted and tried to kick her way free, but Jules put a stop to that with a single hard yank on the captured limb followed be several sharp kicks to the outside of her rival’s thigh. These tactics proved distracting enough for Bloodwind to roll Burlingame onto her stomach, trapped foot still in hand. From there she stepped over the downed heiress, tucked Sue’s shin under her right armpit and-- Burlingame planted both palms and pushed herself up by several inches for a mad scramble to the bottom rope. She was less than eight inches from sanctuary when Juliet dug in her heels and tromped back to the center of the squared circle. Sue pounded a frustrated fist against the mat before she consoled herself with a length of chain, presumably to lash against the War Bird’s ba--
SINGLE LEG CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWeB5SquqgA
“AAAARRRRRHHHHH STOP THAT YOU BYTCH!” Susan’s demand disintegrated into another shriek of anguish when Juliet got herself some sweet, sweet vengeance in the form of a Claw Hold on the center of her togs.
Unable (or possibly just unwilling) to keep the smile off her face, Bloodwind continued to wrench and tug on Burlingame’s leg even as she showed the arrogant former champion just what sort of misery her own talons could inflict. “How you doing, brat?” Jules teased after a particularly mean-spirited rake earned a low groan from the other brunette. “Wanna keep headed down memory lane? Or are you ready to show the world what it looks like to drop three straight?”
The Bankable Bombshell shook her head ‘no’ before Carpenter could make the query official. “Screw you, Bloodynose. You think Memory Lane scares me? I’ve got two World Titles down there. You? You got lipstick on Anciline’s booTEEEEERRRRGGGGHHHH WHORE!”
Juliet abandoned the claw in favor of a wedgie that threatened to split Burlingame up the middle. Paying no attention to the roars of the crowd, Bloodwind craaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on both grips in a concentrated effort to bring Sue’s toes and waistband that much closer to the back of her head. “Should you really be running your mouth right now, rich girl? I wanna make sure you’ve still got something to say when it’s time for me to sit on your face.”
There was no way for Sue to ignore either aspect of the hold, so she locked her attention on the nearest set of strands and started inching their way. “Those pigtails are too tight, Bloodynose, they’re putting pressure on your brain. I HAVE the best seat in the house. You ARE the best seat in the EEERRGGGHHHH SHHHHHIIIT!”
Bound and determined to punish Sue Burlingame in a no other woman ever managed, Jules relinquished control over both parts of the hold, but stretched out atop the brunette’s back in such a way that the Courtier’s calf was Scissored between her thighs at a most awkward angle. Sue felt the STF approaching at once and lowered her head to defend against it, alas she forgot all about the steel chain until Bloodwind wrapped a length around her head and pulled hard enough to make the whole crowd groan. With her hands wrapped around the chain instead of locked in a S-grip it wasn’t exactly a traditional application, not that anyone save the nerdiest of move nerds cared.
STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=34n9vxgplB0
Sue most certainly did not, she was far too concerned with ripping those wicked links away from her cheeks. “Guuuuhhhhh…. get offa me, f*cker.” she huffed.
Juliet cocked her head to one side, as if she heard something far off in the distance. “What was that I just heard? Was that the sound of Susie Burlingame begging off?” She tightened her grip and pulled back even harder to earn another loud wail from the Ace. “Sorry baby, if you want out you’re gonna have to beg a lot louder than that!” Conditions thusly set, she bore down on the steely STF and redoubled her efforts to break the heiress’s spirit.
But this proved easier said than done, even with the assistance of commercial grade steel chain. Forced to admit that the ropes were her only hope of salvation, Susan abandoned her face to Bloodwind’s machinations, gouged her elbows into the canvas and started dragging their combined weight forward. Juliet didn’t much care for the slow, yet determined nature of her opponent’s progress so she eased the chain just enough to pull it over Sue’s nose before drawing it tight across her eyes! That got a groan from everyone in the arena, Burlingame included. Ground to a halt so she could pull at those grinding links, the blinded Bombshell growled, “You savage bytch. This really how you want it?”
Bloodwind worked her hands back and forth, adding a subtle, insidious sawing to Sue’s torment. “Don’t you dare put this on me, baby. I’m just playing by the rules you set when you ground this thing into my crotch. But if you really can’t take it you could beg Al to get me off.”
“Carpenter never got you off.” Sue snapped. “He chose Jacobs, remembEEEERRRRHHHHH!”
The War Bird threw away the chain in favor of securing a more traditional grip for the STF, albeit one that saw her forearm drawn across Bloodwind’s eyes and nose with such force that it twisted her neck at a terrible angle. “Keep talking, bytch.” Juliet growled over the sound of the ‘TAP!’ chants that sprang up in the wake of such an emphatic application. “You can keep on talking until you tap out, then it’s time to BEG.”
But the Ace didn’t beg, she didn’t even try to free herself from the Arizonan’s clutches. Instead she braced her forearms on the mat and resumed her trek to the strands and several seconds later she wrapped a hand around the bottom rope. “Break it, Bloody--”
Jules hooked two fingers into the side of Burlingame’s mouth and pulled like she meant to give her the world’s most lopsided smile. “Ask nicely.” she said softly. Sue said nothing so Juliet doubled down on the fishhook and tugged that much harder. “I said. Ask. Nicely.”
More silence from the Rainmaker, but Al Carpenter tapped on one shoulder and said, “Let her go, Jules. She’s earned it.”
She’s earned a hell of a lot more than this, Al.” Bloodwind exchanged her fishhooks for a prolonged hair pull that ended with Burlingame’s forehead bounced against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Freed from the Beautiful Bloodhawk’s vengeful clutches, Susan slid out onto the floor to catch her breath and steady her nerves. Back in the ring, Juliet stepped onto the bottom rope, leaned over and swatted at the Courtier’s hair. “Ten seconds, rich girl. That’s how much time you get before I come out there and--”
Burlingame whipped around, hopped up and CLAPPED Juliet across the cheek with Bytch Slap that rocked the FAWN original back a few steps. “Jesus Christ, do you EVER do anything without announcing it first?” Susan barked. “No wonder you were never anything more than Shea’s water bearNEERRRGGHH!”
Juliet grabbed the chain in both hands and took three giant steps backward to THUNK Susan against the apron. Hardly satisfied with such a minor inconvenience, Bloodwind wrapped a couple lengths of chain around one arm and dropped to one knee in an attempt to haul the heiress back into the squared circle. In no mood to let the FAWN original lead her anywhere, Burlingame grabbed some chain herself and braced her right foot against the apron to provide some extra leverage in what was now an exceptionally unpleasant Tug of War. Said contest raged for almost twenty seconds and though it was a close thing, Susan’s assist from the apron meant she slowly but surely drew her opponent closer to the ropes.
“Dammit bytch, just get your ass in the ring!” Juliet growled as her faux moccasins slid across the canvas. Sue shook her head ‘no’, added another length of chain to her growing collection.
“Sorry Bloodynose, you want me in there, you’ll have to do it yourself. No Shea or Nyssa to bail your ass out this time!”
Bloodwind cursed, sank into a crouch so deep her tush was only inches from the mat. “Oh sweetie, I am going to make you eat those words before I make you eat your goddamned teUUUURRRRGGHHHH!”
On the outside Susan pulled her plant leg off the floor, set it against the edge of the apron and yanked hard enough to pull Bloodwind into a jaw-first collision with the middle rope! The sudden loss of tension would’ve meant an awkward fall for most ladies but Burlingame was as agile as she was mouthy and the former World Champion landed on her feet no fuss, no muss. The same could not be said of Jules, who was hunched like a penitent at the edge of the ring with her arms dangling loosely over the middle rope.
“Well that’s just sloppy.” the heiress chided her vulnerable adversary. “Either go out or stay inside, but make up your mind. Here, I can help.”
With that she reached up, laced her hands across the nape of Bloodwind’s neck and went up on tiptoe just to get a little extra distance when she jerked Juliet down into a THWONKING face-first collision with the apron! The crowd cringed, then held its breath as the War Bird settled into a precarious handstand that looked as though it’d give way at the slightest breeze. Yet the veteran didn’t fall, much to Susan’s irritation. “F*ck, that’s even worse than before. How do you always manage to make things worse? Well, you know the line about wanting something done right.” Closing in fast, she caught Bloodwind in a snug Facelock and used her other hand to hook a handful of buckskin. She tromped away from the ring, Sue muscling Juliet to high noon for a good few seconds before she fell back and THWHUMPED her burden against the floor with a Vertical Suplex!
APRON FACEBUSTER & VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xB-2UzmSQiY
The landing certainly wasn’t pleasant for Burlingame, though it was even less so for Jules, as evidenced by the breathless shriek when her spine hit the barely-padded concrete. Still hurting from her time in the STF, Susan treated herself to a few precious seconds of rest before she spun to one knee. “Whipping your ass with this thing is fun,” she gave the chain at her neck a quick jangle, “but I’m not about to waste a ‘Mania spot on a glorified bar fight. Hope you actually came ready to wrestle, Bloodynose.”
“Yuuhhhh…. you goddamned witch.” Bloodwind muttered. “Don’t even act like I wouldn’t wrestle you anywhere you UNGH!”
Susan put some pink on the War Bird’s tummy with a heavy overhand Slap and took possession of both pigtails when Juliet sat up. “Oh, I know you’d wrestle anywhere.” Burlingame noted as hauled the other brunette off the floor and into a Front Facelock. “Enthusiasm has never been your problem, Juliet. Talent, that’s always been your bête noir.
“Bytch, I swear I am going to NNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Susan hooked her buckskin for the second time in less than a minute to take the former IC champion over with a hard Snap Suplex! The Ace kicked her legs up on impact, twisted her hips to the side and got back to her feet with the Tempe Temptress still in tow. A third Suplex followed, this example just as crisp as the previous, though GoHH79jKyC8Burlingame’s follow through was a tad slower as the concrete began to take its toll. Still, Susan returned to verticality without comment and hauled Bloodwind up for a third-- the Rainmaker kicked both feet forward and dropped straight down to THWHUNK the back of Juliet’s head and shoulders into those thin blue pads with a Brainbuster straight from the Black Queen’s playbook.
ROLLING SUPLEXES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GoHH79jKyC8
The Tempe Temptress sat up at once and actually turned onto all fours before her brain caught up with her body and she slopped out in a facedown sprawl. The crowd was still redlining with a ‘HOLY SHYT!’ chant when Susan got to her feet and trudged over to the apron and took a seat. “How about a ten count for my troubles, would you Al?”
“Uuummmmmh, it’s no Count Out, no disqualification, Sue. Not a Last Woman Standing either. So why do you want a count?”
“I need a breather.” she answered simply enough. “And I want to see if this ham & egger will try to beat a ten count even if it doesn’t matter.”
Al looked as though he didn’t quite approve of this particular line of inquiry, but it was such a departure from the ladies trying to mangle one another with the chain that he did as requested without further comment. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…”
Juliet heard Carpenter’s voice as though she were at the bottom of a deep pool, yet the wrestler’s instinct was so deeply ingrained that she recognized the count for what it was not by the words themselves, but by the spaces between them. Groaning low in the back of her throat, the grounded Bloodhawk braced her hands against the floor and slooooooooowly made it to one knee while Al continued to toll it off.
“FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT…”
Jules surged to her feet at “NINE!” and would’ve dove under the bottom rope if Sue hadn’t intercepted her ingress with a massive Overhand Slap that CRAAAACKED against the other brunette’s cleavage!
“FAAAAAAAAHHK!” Bloodwind turned and staggered away from the impact, both arms crossed tight against her chest. Behind her, Burlingame shook the tingle out of her ‘smackin’ hand, a huge smile plastered across her face. “Gotta admit, I’m impressed.” she said to the Arizonan’s back. “I figured there was no way you’d pick yourself up before ten, let alone try to get back in the--”
CRAAACK! The Tempe Temptress whipped around and earned a full-throated ‘WOOOOOOOOO!’ from the whole building courtesy of the Knife-Edge Chop she laid across the Rainmaker’s tits!
“I beat your arrogant ass twice! TWICE!” Juliet barked as Sue felt the pain she’d so recently endured. “I never ran from you then, I sure as hell won’t run from you--”
CRA-CRAAACK! Sue answered with a two-fer consisting of her own Knife-Edge Chop and a scintillating Bytch Slap that snapped Bloodwind’s head back at a sharp angle. “You got LUCKY!” the Ace barked, her former arrogance replaced by seething anger. “One cheap roll-up and one cheap NNNNGGGHHHH!”
Juliet returned fire with another of those vaunted Chops and this time it wasn’t one, two or even three, but a whole goddamned dozen, the last of which forced the backpedaling heiress up against the smooth steel of the ring-post. “Spin it however you want, rich girl.” Bloodwind snapped. “But you still lost two matches after you promised this would be over in three. I’ve made you a liar before. Tonight I make you a quitt--”
Susan interrupted with a slap that connected solidly with Juliet’s mouth. “I’m better than you, Juliet. And that’s no--”
The War Bird repaid like for like, Bloodwind doing her best to smear the Courtier’s lips across the bottom half of her face. Stacked up snug against the steel, Burlingame didn’t have anywhere to go, so Jules reared back for one more Knife-Edge, this one aimed at the hollow of Burlingame’s thro-- Sue spun away with a whisper to spare, meaning Juliet’s hand hit the post with a low, ugly BWUNG!
Aware of nothing save the hellish agony that’d replaced her left hand, Juliet instinctually rolled under the bottom rope only to find herself dragged back to the floor by a supremely vindictive Sue Burlingame. Paying the wounded hand no attention for now, Susan took possession of the FAWN Original’s pigtails and used them to guide Bloodwind’s head between her thighs. A Waistlock followed immediately thereafter, as did the buzz from the crowd when Sue flipped her opponent into the Piledriver-stall. Sue waited just long enough to let Jules think about it, then dropped onto her tush to THWHUNK the other brunette’s noggin into the thinly-padded concrete.
PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZWC6V0479eo
Bloodwind flopped over onto her back, both arms thrown over her head in a dead-to-the world sprawl that had Al coming through the ropes to check on her before the heiress raised a hand. “Don’t bother. She’s not out and we’re coming to you anyway.” She added weight to her words by peeling the buckskin-clad battler off the mat and hauling her to verticality. An equally sturdy grip on trunks and tresses got Jules under the bottom rope, though her movements were still more in line with a cumbersome sack of laundry and not a former Intercontinental Champion.
Sue followed her in a few seconds later, the Rainmaker affording herself the luxury of a few deep breaths after heartless exchange of Chops and Slaps. Trudging over to Carpenter while he tended to the facedown wreck of the War Bird, Burlingame asked, “She give yet?”
Al looked over at her, shook his head ‘no’. “No, but I’m worried about her ha--”
“Not your job, Carpenter.” the Courtier didn’t shoo him away, but she didn’t let the zebra’s proximity stop her from stepping on the backs of the Temptress’s thighs.
The pressure on her gams brought Bloodwind around a little, at least enough for her to twist around and reaaaach for Sue with her good hand. “Guuuuhhhh… get the f*ck off me.”
Burlingame paid her no mind, rather she grabbed the Arizonan’s ankles and folded her lower legs up so they were wedged snug against her own shins. Jules choked off a miserable growl even as she stuffed both hands under her tummy to guard against what came next. Susan wasn’t having it. She sank into a crouch and drove a sharp punch into the brunette’s ribs. “Gimme your hand, Jules.”
Bloodwind steeled herself, elbows pressed snug against her midsection even as she tried to wriggle the Ace off of her legs. “You want ‘em, rich girl? You’re gonna have to take ‘em.”
Sue sighed, flipped hair out of her eyes and dragged a forearm across her brow. “Whatever you say, brat.” She wrapped three lengths of chain around her left hand and double-pumped a shot in above the other brunette’s left hip.
Juliet moaned through clenched teeth and fought even harder, but her legs remained hopelessly mired in the Romero trap and she was powerless to defend against the heartless barrage unleashed against her left flank. Eventually she HAD to bring her hands out into the open and that’s when Burlingame snatched her left wrist. Bending the joint at a painful angle, she said, “I wrestle to hurt, not to injure, Bloodwind. So I’m not gonna put you on the shelf, but if you don’t submit right f*cking now I will hurt you very badly.”
“Kuuuuuhhhh… kiss my ass, Burlingame.” the brunette rasped. “You’re never going to talk me into a submissAAAAAAWWWWWWW GAAAAHHHHHD!”
ROMERO FINGER CHOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_S3j23pcWVE
Sue hunched forward and bit down on Juliet’s defenseless fingers for a good ten seconds before she switched over to a simple Knucklelock for even more torque on that defenseless hand. “I don’t have to talk you into anything, Jules.” Susan growled after she’d filled her remaining hand with the War Bird’s sweat-soaked pigtails. “Know why?” She puuuuuuuuuuuulled back on those dark tresses even as she continued to pour it on with the Knucklelock. “Because I am in complete, goddamned control of your entire bodNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHH!”
Turned out Sue’s control wasn’t quite so utter as she’d thought, a fact discovered when Bloodwind twisted her hips just enough to wrench free of the torturous handhold AND lash a short length of chain across the startled Courtier’s left ear! Burlingame collapsed backward onto her butt, one hand pressed to her ringing noggin while the other set against the mat for support. Stunned by the desperation shot, Susan rolled to all fours and--
CRAAACK!
Juliet lashed the chain across her nemesis’s back! The Bankable Bombshell screamed in pain, twisted onto one knee and managed to rise just in time for CRAAAACK! Bloodwind laid the chain across her tummy to double her over, then followed up with three more lashes across Sue’s back, the last of dropped the former World Champion from all fours to a shivering fetal ball. Momentarily lost in the pleasant gleam of light on the links and the meaty sound of her weapon landing across Burlingame’s shoulder, hip and thigh, it took almost ten seconds (coupled with a growing burn in her swingin’ shoulder) for the Tempe Temptress to step back and take stock of the situation.
Al Carpenter took that as his cue to check on the devastated Rainmaker, but Bloodwind shouldered him out of the way. “Don’t waste your breath, Al.” she huffed. “The question is mine to ask.”
On that sinister note she snatched a handful of hair and hauled the other brunette to her knees in stages. Still breathing hard with the exertion of her brutal chain lashing, Jules made a point of using her bad hand to grip Burlingame’s chin and tip her head back at a slight angle. Waiting until she saw the Courtier’s eyes meet her own, the War Bird growled, “You ready to give it up, rich girl?”
Sue favored her with a grin made rather maniacal by the rill of blood leaking from her bottom lip. “Ask me again, Bloodynose.” she replied. “And try not mouth-breathing this tiNNNNGGGHHH!”
Juliet caught her between the eyes with a thunderous Kneelift, then wedged the heiress’s bobbling noggin between her thighs in a Standing Headscissors. With Burlingame prone on her knees a Waistlock would’ve been a logical next step, instead the Beautiful Bloodhawk grabbed Sue’s left ankle and wedged it into the pit of her right knee. Then she secured Burlingame’s right ankle and pulled it up to create a sort of Figure Four that was itself strong enough to hoist her nemesis into the stall position for a Piledriver! Adding a Half Waistlock for the sole purpose of turning to all four sides of the ring. Eyes alight, Jules flashed a beaming smile as they finished their circuit facing the hard camera. “See that, babe? That’s the whole world watching me finish your overrated ass!” She hopped up, kicked her feet forward and dropped to a seat to THWONK the crown of the Ace’s skull into the mat with that wickedly-augmented Piledriver!
INDIAN DEATHLOCK PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXcN8fXiktE
Susan actually reeled backward into a splay-legged three point stance, though she certainly would’ve toppled to her backside if Bloodwind hadn’t caught her by the hair. Scrambling to boot-leather before Burlingame surrendered to gravity, Juliet circled around behind the wobbly battler and wrenched her head backward for containment via an Inverted Facelock. This raised a resounding cheer from the Bloodhawk Nation, one that got even louder when Jules raised a fist high overhead and slowly raised one, two, three fingers. She kicked her legs backward and laid out flat on her belly, all the better to PLANT Burlingame against the deck with a huge Inverted DDT!
INVERTED DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kbSBujpByeA
Many of those assembled urged the veteran to go for a cover, but there was also a contingent urging their heroine to go for the coup de grace and they got their wish when Bloodwind grabbed Sue by ankle and wrist and draaaaaaaaaaaagged her that much closer to the nearest corner. Dropping her hooks without a second thought, Juliet hauled herself to the high rent district, where she paused to spread her arms in a wide ‘V’. The capacity crowd greeted this sigil with one of her loudest pops in quite some time, the fact that it came at ‘Mania and at the expense of Sue Burlingame made it that much sweeter. Sparing a quick glance over her shoulder (yep, still down and out) Juliet muttered, “F*ck you and your complacency, rich girl.” She dipped her knees and vaulted out into the void, the Tempe Temptress seeming to disappear into the lights for a moment before she came out on the far end of a flawless Bloodhawk Dive that THA-WHAMMED her down atop Susan’s fluttering chest!
BLOODHAWK DIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2wtAhoOC6KQ
Sue’s legs kicked up in a spasmodic jolt but Bloodwind was too busy clutching her own midsection to notice and they dropped to the mat without any resistance. Jaw clenched to better ignore those accumulated aches and pains, Juliet collapsed atop the Ace without bothering to hook a leg. Al skidded into place half a heartbeat later, the lanky ref leading thousands in a chorus that went…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Susannah lifted a shoulder off the mat, breaking the cover *just* enough for the match to continue. Slowed to a crawl by a nauseating combination of exhaustion and incredulity, Bloodwind simply laid beside the splattered heiress for several seconds before she sat up and slowly clambered to her feet. “Good try, rich girl.” the FAWN original grunted. “But this is ‘Mania… and good doesn’t get the win at Mania.” She punctuated with a hard stomp to Burlingame’s sternum, Jules making a point to put all her weight on Sue’s chest as she made her way back to the corner. Gifted a bit of her usual speed by a timely burst of adrenaline, the Tempe Temptress didn’t need to climb the ropes, she simply grabbed the top strand and leapt to the high rent district in a single bound!
The second Bloodhawk Dive was higher and harder than the first, quite possibly the prettiest one Jules had executed in the last five years or so. All the more the pity that it landed squarely across Burlingame’s raised knees.
Propelled to some knock-kneed semblance of verticality by the remnants of her own momentum, Juliet tried to plant her feet and or draw a breath even as the slithering chain proclaimed Susan was standing once again. Only vaguely aware that her right hand had flattened into that dangerous Knife-Edge, the War Bird abruptly whipped around in a half circle and lashed out with some palm-powered lightning aimed at--THWHAP!
BACK KICK & LOW SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wg4KGMohbaU
Burlingame impaled those roiled ribs with a Back Kick that dropped the Arizonan to her knees in a single stroke. Hopping backward the instant her first kick connected, Sue drew a bead between Juliet’s eyes and shuffle-stepped forward to THWHACK a Low Super Kick between the other woman’s eyes.
Bloodwind’s noggin whipped backward from the Courtier’s sole and the rest of her followed thereafter, Jules pooling out in a steaming, boneless sprawl that didn’t even have a chance to cool before Sue coiled those battle damp braids around both hands and scraped her off the canvas. Snugged in tight against Bloodwind’s six, Burlingame pinioned her right arm in a Chickenwing, then placed her free hand on the base of the other woman’s neck and pressed forward and down to turn Jules around into a snug Front Facelock. Burlingame reached down with her left arm, caught Bloodwind’s right leg behind the knee and lifted it off the canvas in an unpleasant cradle. Muscling the Beautiful Bloodhawk off the mat with a primal scream that was actually just a groan of exhaustion with the volume turned way up, Sue wedged the bundled beauty against one hip so she could spin through one, two, three full rotations. At the end of the third she went up on her toes and dropped to a seat to THAWHONK the base of Juliet’s skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood! Blown wide open by the Spirit Crusher, Bloodwind made no protest when Susan stretched out on her tummy and hooked the near leg for a Back Press that had the whole arena tolling off the…
SPIRIT CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOMWRvdJ7Og
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Anyone who wasn’t already standing leapt to attention when Juliet twitched over onto one side with perhaps a millimeter between herself and defeat.
Rocked forward into a hunched seat by the narrow escape, Sue Burlingame raked a hand through her hair, then raised three fingers to the official. “That was three, Al.” she whispered. “Girl is DONE.”
“Apparently she’s not, Sue.” he replied. “Match is still on.”
Sue drew in a deep breath, let it out slow, then spun around on one knee and slid back just enough to put some distance between herself and the other brunette. “I say you’re done.” she told Bloodwind. “Carpenter says you’re not. You’ve made a whole series of trying to prove me wrong, so get your SORRY ASS UP AND FIGHT ME!” She began to stomp her foot on the canvas, a quick, pounding rhythm that was soon taken over by the whole crowd.
The pulsing percussion burned through the worst of the fog in Juliet’s skull and she slowly, sloooooowly tumbled onto her belly and braced both hands against the canvas. A planted knee steadied her that much more and the FAWNatics let loose with a resounding roar when the Beautiful Bloodhawk rose to one knee. Seeing this, Burlingame took a step back and dropped into a deep crouch to await her adversary’s return to verticality.
Only vaguely aware of the heiress’s presence, Bloodwind drew upon the last of her reserves to surge to boot leather with her good hand already drawn back to the opposite shoulder for-- groans all ‘round when Juliet’s knees gave out and she crumpled to all fours. This collapse got Al moving on the double, but Susan raised a hand to halt his advance. “Don’t you do this to me now, Bloodynose, don’t you goddamned DARE.” Burlingame muttered after she’d closed the distance. “You did not push me to the f*cking limits just to have this end on a ref stoppage, so I don’t care if you have to use my fucking kneepads to do it, but you are going to haul yourself up so we can finish this fight on our feet.”
“Fuuuuhhh… f*ck you, Susan.” Juliet rasped.
“F*ck you harder, Juliet.” Sue bounced her knee against the Temptress’s noggin. “Get up.”
The Bankable Bombshell nudged Bloodwind’s pate again and was rewarded with a death grip on her kneepad. This was followed by a second anchoring hold on her left hip, an encroachment that would’ve earned a violent rebuke on any other occasion. But Sue offered no resistance while Bloodwind got her knees set and slowly but surely rose to her full hei-- Juliet rocked the Courtier back on her heels with a quick Shoulderblock to the sternum, then twisted her hips so she could rear back for the mother of all Knife-Edge ChopsNOOOOO!
Sue snatched the chain two handed and YANKED Bloodwind into a startled headfirst lurch that practically put the veteran’s head on a silver platter when Burlingame hopped up to catch her in a Three Quarters Facelock. Gravity took over as Sue laid out on her back, the Ace Crusher just PLANTING Juliet on her face in the center of the ring. Emphatic though it was the Crusher was only the first half of a vicious two-part equation, the back end came when Burlingame somersaulted backward with her right arm still in possession of Bloodwind’s head. The shift in position turned the simple grip into an agonizing Inverted Facelock which only got worse once Sue grabbed the Arizonan’s left bicep and hooked that arm back across the plank of her left thigh.
Root of All Evil, Sue Burlingame to Juliet Bloodwind.
ACE CRUSHER TO ROOT OF ALL EVIL @ 1:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
Feet set wide, the Rainmaker pushed up on tiptoe then dropped into a deep, deep crouch put a hellacious curve in Jules’s back. “SUBMIT!” Sue screamed to make herself heard over the ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ chants. “SUBMIT GODDAMMIT!”
“NEVER!” Bloodwind screamed right back. “YOU WON’T GET THE AAAAAAAWWWWWWWWHHHH GAAAAAAAAAWWWD!”
Burlingame sat down on the small of her rival’s back, effectively wrenching Jules into a tipped over ‘J’. Still, the War Bird did not surrender. She dug her plant hand into the canvas in an effort to drag them both toward the ropes and when that didn’t work she felt around until she found a length of chain puddled beneath her chest. Snapping it up like a lifeline, she brought that hand up and back with a blindside chain-lashing aimed at Burlingame’s fa--
Sue snatched the chain and pulled it tight, effectively removing the last of the other brunette’s support.
“Ask her.” the heiress said to Al after ten more seconds of vile staining.
“What do you say, Jules? Need me to call for the bell? Tell me something.”
Barely moving save for those imposed on her Burlingame’s torturous grip, Juliet found the strength to waggle a finger ‘no’. “Nuuuuuhhh…. no. Never… never give her the satisfactoooohhhheeerrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhh.” Susan angled the Tempe Temptress’s right arm over her right thigh and sat down deeper than ever. “Stop.” Bloodwind croaked. “I submit. I submit.” she tapped Burlingame’s thigh three times to make sure there was no mistake.
Carpenter dashed away to call for the bell, but Susan didn’t believe it was over until the loud clang was followed by the Announcer’s proclamation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
The victorious Ace released her hold and stood up on legs that trembled until Al returned to take her hand. “Get this thing off me.” she said over the roar of the crowd. “Her too.”
The ref fished around in his pocket, pulled out the tiny key and studied it for a moment before undoing the tiny clasps set into the base of both collars. Still standing over the fallen War Bird, Susan collected the chain in an untidy ball and raised it high overhead. The response was mixed, with most of the boos coming from disappointed members of the Bloodhawk Nation, but it grew more favorable to the Courtier when she tossed it aside in favor of three raised fingers. The more salacious element among those assembled let out a keening whistle when Burlingame took a moment to ‘snap’ those distended briefs against her glutes but this faded into a surprised / disappointed murmur when the notoriously vindictive heiress trudged to the ropes without so much as a backward glance at her prone rival.
Apparently they weren’t alone in their confusion because Juliet herself pushed up on one elbow and rasped, “Whaa… where the hell are you going?”
Burlingame paused to look over one shoulder, but didn’t turn around. “Match is over, Bloodynose. I’m headed to the back. Can’t hold up a ‘Mania card.”
“The hell you are. We made a promise. Winner hum…” The Beautiful Bloodhawk choked up on the ‘h’ word. “Winner humbles the loser.”
Now Susan did turn around. “Winners change their minds all the time, sweetie. It’s one of the many perks. And I changed my mind.”
Juliet shook her head ‘no’, a furious negation of something, though she wasn’t entirely sure what. “Don’t you dare walk away from me, don’t you dare!” She clambered to boot-leather, tottered a few steps, regained her balance. “I can endure a loss. I can endure dropping this series. I can even endure that goddamned Face Sit, but I will not, CANNOT endure your pity. So get back here and finish what we start--”
Susan stormed across the ring and just like that they were nose to nose. “You think this is pity, Bloodwind? I love dominating my opponents. I love HUMILIATING my opponents, as you already know. Mercy, pity, compassion? Where’s the fun in that?”
“What do you call this then?”
“Admission of an error on my part. This all started because I called you complacent. For two matches that was true and I embarrassed you accordingly. Then you beat me once. Then you beat me again. Then you stepped up on the biggest card of the year and pushed me like I haven’t been pushed since Deschain retired. That’s a lot of things, but the welts all over my back tell me complacent isn’t one of them.”
Juliet swallowed a lump in her throat, then wiped her eyes with the back of her good hand. “Don’t think I’m happy with how this ended.” she said softly. “Because if I was, you’d have been right all along. First time they book us in another match I’m going to light your tits up so bright you can see ‘em from space… but I appreciate the chance to prove you wrong.” Jules extended her hand.
After a moment’s hesitation, Susan accepted. “I don’t like you, Bloodwind. I don’t think I’ll ever like you. But I love a challenge. You want another shot? You know where to find me. Just make sure you come prepared. Because I’ve still got the best seat in the house. And it’s got your name on it.”
A bit of gleam returned to Bloodwind’s dark eyes. “That’s what you think, rich girl.”
“You proved me wrong once, Bloodynose. Don’t think it’ll happen again.”
Burlingame might’ve said more if the crowd hadn’t broken into a ‘BOTH THESE GALS!’ chant.
“There, aren’t you glad I didn’t sit on your face?” Sue teased as she backed away. “Now you can actually hear them chanting for you!”
“Kiss my ass, Susie.” Juliet answered with the ghost of a smile.
“You should be so lucky.” The Ace tipped her a salute, slipped through the ropes and started up the aisle in a jaunty zig-zag to slap hands with the fans reaching in her direction.
Jules watched for a moment, then turned around and walked to the ropes on the far side to raise a weary hand for her supporters. The chants were still going strong when the broadcast cut away to a video package hyping tonight’s Intercontinental Championship Grudge Match.
JULIET BLOODWIND:
To the accompanying sonic assault of Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name Of", Juliet Bloodwind, emerged atop the ramp. The Bloodhawk Nation erupted in a cacophonous roar, longtime members and recent convert alike cheering their hearts out as the War Bird attempted to do what no one else had ever done, let alone on FAWN’s grandest stage.
Jules didn’t just share the crowd’s enthusiasm, she partook and added to it by storming through the curtain with a war cry worthy of Autumn Sammain. Tilting her head back to show off the heavy leather collar already affixed to her neck, Bloodwind pumped a fist for the throng, then raised it high overhead and extended one, two, three fingers! “Hear that?” she asked to the camera when it dollied in close. “This is what it sounds like when you’re about to do the impossible.” On that she started down the ramp, 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. Slowing only when she reached the shadow of the ring, she honed in on a sign that read:
BET AGAINST JULES?
TEMPTING, BUT NO!
Offering the fan a smile, she said, “You won’t regret it, especially once I’m whippin’ Suzie’s ass with that chain.” This was followed by a fist bump and 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 strutted over to Al to offer up knees, elbows and finally throat, the first two for inspection, the last for securing to one end of the chain.
Jules’s music was still fading when the Announcer cleared his throat. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is the Bankable Bombshell, the Rainmaker, THE ACE of the Black Court AND a two-time FAWN World Champion, this is…SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPoIznBujEA
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
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 unexpectedly tenacious FAWN original, she wore a genuine ’Tempe Tempress’ baby tee, the very first bit of FAWN merchandise ever produced for her opposition. The Bloodhawk Nation didn’t approve, but Sue’s supporters endorsed it lustily, especially when their fave made a show of slapping Juliet’s printed features half a dozen times. Only when the fervor reached a peak did she grab the bottom edge of the shirt in both hands to peeeeeeeeel it over her head and drop it directly at her feet. Without so much as a word she stepped over the discarded garment en route to the squared circle. Beneath the tee-shirt she’d elected her 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.
Jules came for her right away and Sue didn’t give any ground, alas Carpenter interjected himself between the wrestlers before there was any fun to be had. Sue grinned, raised a hand to beckon the Tempe Temptress forward and sighed in disappointment when Bloodwind refused to oblige. Al however proved much more accommodating, as he quickly hurried over to check on the Rainmaker’s pads and boots and link the other end of the chain to her collar.
“All right, you’re good to go.” he told her. “Now remember Sue--”
“No matter how much she begs and whines you’re not going to unlock the chain until she surrenders. I get it, Al.”
“F*ck you, rich girl.” Bloodwind replied with a malicious smile.
“Enough.” Al’s tone was simultaneously stern and worried. “There’s time for that soon enough. Now back up until the chain is taut so I can ring the bell.”
The length of the chain fastened around their necks didn’t allow either woman to post up in their respective corners, not that the truncated distance stopped the FAWNatics from losing their shite when the clang of the bell brought Susan and Jules forward at a quick stalk. Though she itched to secure a handful of those heavy links, Bloodwind refrained in favor of chesting into the heiress without ever slowing her pace. On any other night, against any other woman, it would’ve rocked her back on her heels. But Burlingame was moving with equal purpose, meaning they went forehead to forehead and nose to nose.
“Remember when I first challenged you to a best of five series?” Juliet asked over the roar of the crowd and soft tinkle of the links coming together. “You’d just pinned me with a faceful of ass and promised to do even worse the next time.”
The right corner of Sue’s mouth went up in a smile. “Can you blame me? You make a great cushion.”
Bloodwind’s dark eyes narrowed as she reached up and wrapped her fist around the chain less than six inches from her opponent’s neck. Using the grip to draw even closer, she put her lips to the Courtier’s ear and murmured, “Seems like a million years ago, doesn’t it rich girl? The prickling you’re feeling on the back of your neck? That’s me coming for your sorry ass.”
The Beautiful Bloodhawk pulled away with a smirk and a soft little shove only to go DEFCON 1 when Susan snatched hold of the collar and tugged her forward.
“Only half right, princess.” Burlingame’s voice dripped with a confidence Juliet despised. “I KNOW you’ll come for me. But I sure as hell won’t feel it on the back of my neNNNGGHHH!”
Bloodwind tagged her with a quick Headbutt and followed up with a huge forehand Bytch Slap that earned an ‘oooooohhh!’ from the crowd. “Hope you enjoyed that, Susie.” Jules had a loop of chain hanging from her right hand now. “That’s the last time you’ll ever play the arrogant bytch with WHOOAOOOFFFHH!”
Sue snatched a double handful of chain, yanked the brunette forward and dropped low for a ‘whicking’ Sweep Kick that deposited Juliet flat on the canvas. Grimacing as the back of her skull bounced off the thinly-sheathed plywood, Bloodwind rolled to her stomach and pushed to all fours before Sue drove her back down with what was little more than a low-flying tackle. Already snarling at the heiress’s touch, Jules actually roared when Sue captured her wrists and wrenched her stems apart with a Double Leg Grapevine. Very much aware of the salacious undercurrent in certain sections of the crowd, Sue brought the audience and her adversary to a full boil when she slowly grrrrrrrrrrroooooound her hips against Bloodwind’s squirming glutes.
“Sorry honey, I don’t play arrogant bytch, I just am. And when it comes to your tired old ass, I’ll never be through playEERRHHH!”
Juliet twisted a hand free, reached up and grabbed a handful of hair with every intention of tearing it out. “F*cking skank.” she growled. “I’m going to ruin you to AHHHHHH FAAAAAAHHHK NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Sue abandoned her wrist control to straighten from a pin to a mount. This did nothing for the kink in her neck (if anything it actually got worse) yet she deemed it worthwhile because the new arrangement allowed her to corral Juliet’s pigtails and a length of chain all in one hand. The other she fashioned into a fist and simply pounded away at the side of Bloodwind’s skull until the Arizonan relinquished the hair-hold to protect her vulnerable noggin. Burlingame pounded at her foe’s guard for a few seconds before grabbing her wrists. “YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT ME, JULES? HERE, OF ALL PLACES? THEN GET OFF THE MAT AND BRING THE F*CKING FIGHT!”
On that unquestionably emphatic statement she bounded to her feet, collected a long length of chain and brought it whistling down across the FAWN original’s vulnerable back! Juliet shrieked like she’d been touched with a live wire, yet the pain didn’t dull her ring awareness and she was able to roll clear of a second salvo half a second before Burlingame CRAAACKED the chain against the mat. “YOU’RE PATHETIC!” Susan barked at the retreating brunette as she wrapped several lengths of chain around her right hand. “Not even two minutes and you’re already crawling around on your kneeEEEOOOFFFFHHHHHH!”
A thunderous roar of approval from the Bloodhawk Nation when their heroine spun to one knee and used a double handful of chain to yank the surprised Courtier into a gut-churning fusion of Spear and Spinebuster! Aware of nothing save the pain stamped on Susan’s face, Bloodwind pushed to one knee with a handful of hair already secured and rained down at least half a dozen punches before she remembered the steel at her disposal. Forgoing the wrapped fist in favor of a six inch length stretched tight between her hands, Jules pressed the oversized garrote against the curve of Burlingame’s forehead and began to draaaaaaaaaaaaaag it back n’ forth!
“AAAAAAHHHHHH SHYT!” Sue wailed long and loud, then grabbed Juliet’s wrists in a death-grip. “Get the f*ck offa me you miserable byAAGUURHHHH!”
Jules dragged the chain over the point of Susan’s nose and forced it into her mouth like some sort of awful steel bridle! “Awwwwww, what’s the matter baby? Don’t like it when we both get to play rough? Then give it up you gutless quitter!”
Al Carpenter, who’d been holding one horrified hand over his own mouth since the beginning of Bloodwind’s callous dentistry, managed to steady his nerves long enough to ask, “What do you say, Sue? Do you submit?”
The Bankable Bombshell was a bit too preoccupied to answer with anything cogent, thankfully the enraged banshee shriek she offered sounded nothing like surrender, so the zebra backed off to a much safer distance.
As for Bloodwind, she pulled the chain from her foe’s jaws and sent it back up her face, making a point to focus on the underside of Susan’s nose! “Tap out, Burlingame.” she demanded after another ten seconds or so. “Tap out before I have to shred your pretty little wannabe tuff girl fa--”
The Ace kicked her legs up, threaded ‘em under Juliet’s biceps and dragged her to the mat with a Sunset Flip that also hauled Sue to a seat. No one in the building expected a pin-fall off this bit of maneuvering and they certainly weren’t disappointed when Burlingame flattened one hand into a stiff-fingered Spade and THUMPED it into the center of Bloodwind’s trunks! Jules went pale and twisted over onto one side, her knees coming together with a soft thud even as both hands flew between her thighs.
Beside her, Susan made it to a knee and took a quick inventory of her chain-abused features. Slightly surprised to find no red, the Rainmaker wrapped some links around her right hand, then mounted Bloodwind’s chest and grabbed a handful of pigtails. Al took a step forward, presumably to voice a warning or plea of some kind, but Burlingame stopped him with a glance. “Not a word, Carpenter. Bloodynose thinks she can hang at an elite level. It’s time to see if she’s right.”
“F*ck you.” the Arizonan grunted. “I don’t need to prove anything to a bytch like NNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Sue clipped Jules with a short right hand to the chin, yanked her head off the canvas and followed it with an equally quick slap. “Yeah, you do asshole. You need to show the world that you won’t just crumble when I--” Burlingame yanked Juliet’s hair again, prompting a hasty guard from the grounded War Bird. This proved an unfortunate error, as Susan spun around in a quick half circle and pak-pak-PAAAKED her chain-augmented fist against Bloodwind’s crotch! Juliet bucked violently, but Sue shoved her knees down and only snarled off the nails the other brunette raaaaaaaaked down her back.
When the initial storm passed Bloodwind’s legs were pressed flat to the canvas, with the right angled slightly away from the veteran’s torso. Hunched forward to keep angry claws away from her hair, Burlingame used her unchained hand to palm Juliet’s right thigh while the other curled into a tight fist. Her next three punches came out of nowhere, the Courtier’s hand shooting up to level with her ear to ensure there was plenty of snap on the shots she THUMPED into Juliet’s navel.
Jaw clenched as Susan grrrrrooooooound that hateful hand into her tummy, Bloodwind sat up on her elbows, then planted her left hand on the mat so she could pound a flurry of Forearm Smashes across her nemesis’s shoulders. They produced several satisfying grunts, however Burlingame still showed no inclination to move, so Jules grabbed hold of the heavy leather collar around the Courtier’s neck and started to pull. “Go to my trunks one more time, rich girl.” she growled. “And I promise you’ll be sorry your mean little dilettante ass ever even THOUGHT about stepping into a wrestling rinGOOOFFFHHHH!”
Sue smashed a few more hammer punches into Bloodwind’s belly, then held that hand in front of her chest and did something that got a loud ‘Ooooooohhhhhh!’ from the FAWNatics. “That’s right, you’re one of the originals, aren’t you?” she muttered without turning around. “One of the faces on FAWN’s Mt. Rushmore. Well, here’s a taste of the bad old days for ya, Bloodynose.”
Juliet’s dark eyes went wide half a heartbeat before affixed the chain-wrapped claw to her center and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed! “FAAAHHK!” Bloodwind sobbed as she collapsed to her back, both hands flying to her pigtails in a valiant effort to spread out the anguish.
Above, Sue showed no mercy on that swatch of buckskin, the former World Champion complementing her usual white-knuckle grip with frequent jostling that ground the links against that almost non-existent defense. “Ask her.” Burlingame called to Al as she continued to work the brutal Claw Hold. “Ask the tramp if she wants to quit because she couldn’t defend her goddamned trunks.” Susan punctuated the demand with a twitch of her index finger that forced a loud wail from the Beautiful Bloodhawk.
Carpenter closed the distance in a few steps, dropped to a knee beside his charges. “What do you say, Jules? Need me to call it?”
Bloodwind looked miserable, but her voice didn’t quaver when she replied, “I went to war with the Dennehy’s at their peak. It’s gonna take a lot more than this knock-off to make me--” The sentence would’ve ended in a loud shriek if Juliet hadn’t stifled it behind clenched teeth.
“You really want to criticize my technique when it sounds like you’re about to burst into tearaaaaarrrrhhhh! Not good enough, BloodyHUUURRRK!”
Bloodwind followed that nasty Back Rake with another yank on the leather collar, or rather the chain just beneath it. An awkward, unpleasant position to be sure, yet it still didn’t grant the Tempe Temptress her freedom until she pounded a short, murderous hook just beneath her attacker’s right elbow. Caught unawares by the liver shot, Susannah collapsed like a sandcastle in the rain, all thoughts of victory via trunks forgotten in favor of curling up around the firestorm in her guts. Unable to hide a sigh of relief as she tended to her abused togs, Bloodwind turned her heart to more vengeful matters as soon as she could stand without a shimmy in her knees.
“So it’s the bad old days you’re interested in, huh rich girl? Here’s something I think you’ll appreciate.” Circling around to Burlingame’s feet, Jules caught both ankles and rolled the brunette to her back before she doubled down on the right boot. Sue grunted and tried to kick her way free, but Jules put a stop to that with a single hard yank on the captured limb followed be several sharp kicks to the outside of her rival’s thigh. These tactics proved distracting enough for Bloodwind to roll Burlingame onto her stomach, trapped foot still in hand. From there she stepped over the downed heiress, tucked Sue’s shin under her right armpit and-- Burlingame planted both palms and pushed herself up by several inches for a mad scramble to the bottom rope. She was less than eight inches from sanctuary when Juliet dug in her heels and tromped back to the center of the squared circle. Sue pounded a frustrated fist against the mat before she consoled herself with a length of chain, presumably to lash against the War Bird’s ba--
SINGLE LEG CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWeB5SquqgA
“AAAARRRRRHHHHH STOP THAT YOU BYTCH!” Susan’s demand disintegrated into another shriek of anguish when Juliet got herself some sweet, sweet vengeance in the form of a Claw Hold on the center of her togs.
Unable (or possibly just unwilling) to keep the smile off her face, Bloodwind continued to wrench and tug on Burlingame’s leg even as she showed the arrogant former champion just what sort of misery her own talons could inflict. “How you doing, brat?” Jules teased after a particularly mean-spirited rake earned a low groan from the other brunette. “Wanna keep headed down memory lane? Or are you ready to show the world what it looks like to drop three straight?”
The Bankable Bombshell shook her head ‘no’ before Carpenter could make the query official. “Screw you, Bloodynose. You think Memory Lane scares me? I’ve got two World Titles down there. You? You got lipstick on Anciline’s booTEEEEERRRRGGGGHHHH WHORE!”
Juliet abandoned the claw in favor of a wedgie that threatened to split Burlingame up the middle. Paying no attention to the roars of the crowd, Bloodwind craaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on both grips in a concentrated effort to bring Sue’s toes and waistband that much closer to the back of her head. “Should you really be running your mouth right now, rich girl? I wanna make sure you’ve still got something to say when it’s time for me to sit on your face.”
There was no way for Sue to ignore either aspect of the hold, so she locked her attention on the nearest set of strands and started inching their way. “Those pigtails are too tight, Bloodynose, they’re putting pressure on your brain. I HAVE the best seat in the house. You ARE the best seat in the EEERRGGGHHHH SHHHHHIIIT!”
Bound and determined to punish Sue Burlingame in a no other woman ever managed, Jules relinquished control over both parts of the hold, but stretched out atop the brunette’s back in such a way that the Courtier’s calf was Scissored between her thighs at a most awkward angle. Sue felt the STF approaching at once and lowered her head to defend against it, alas she forgot all about the steel chain until Bloodwind wrapped a length around her head and pulled hard enough to make the whole crowd groan. With her hands wrapped around the chain instead of locked in a S-grip it wasn’t exactly a traditional application, not that anyone save the nerdiest of move nerds cared.
STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=34n9vxgplB0
Sue most certainly did not, she was far too concerned with ripping those wicked links away from her cheeks. “Guuuuhhhhh…. get offa me, f*cker.” she huffed.
Juliet cocked her head to one side, as if she heard something far off in the distance. “What was that I just heard? Was that the sound of Susie Burlingame begging off?” She tightened her grip and pulled back even harder to earn another loud wail from the Ace. “Sorry baby, if you want out you’re gonna have to beg a lot louder than that!” Conditions thusly set, she bore down on the steely STF and redoubled her efforts to break the heiress’s spirit.
But this proved easier said than done, even with the assistance of commercial grade steel chain. Forced to admit that the ropes were her only hope of salvation, Susan abandoned her face to Bloodwind’s machinations, gouged her elbows into the canvas and started dragging their combined weight forward. Juliet didn’t much care for the slow, yet determined nature of her opponent’s progress so she eased the chain just enough to pull it over Sue’s nose before drawing it tight across her eyes! That got a groan from everyone in the arena, Burlingame included. Ground to a halt so she could pull at those grinding links, the blinded Bombshell growled, “You savage bytch. This really how you want it?”
Bloodwind worked her hands back and forth, adding a subtle, insidious sawing to Sue’s torment. “Don’t you dare put this on me, baby. I’m just playing by the rules you set when you ground this thing into my crotch. But if you really can’t take it you could beg Al to get me off.”
“Carpenter never got you off.” Sue snapped. “He chose Jacobs, remembEEEERRRRHHHHH!”
The War Bird threw away the chain in favor of securing a more traditional grip for the STF, albeit one that saw her forearm drawn across Bloodwind’s eyes and nose with such force that it twisted her neck at a terrible angle. “Keep talking, bytch.” Juliet growled over the sound of the ‘TAP!’ chants that sprang up in the wake of such an emphatic application. “You can keep on talking until you tap out, then it’s time to BEG.”
But the Ace didn’t beg, she didn’t even try to free herself from the Arizonan’s clutches. Instead she braced her forearms on the mat and resumed her trek to the strands and several seconds later she wrapped a hand around the bottom rope. “Break it, Bloody--”
Jules hooked two fingers into the side of Burlingame’s mouth and pulled like she meant to give her the world’s most lopsided smile. “Ask nicely.” she said softly. Sue said nothing so Juliet doubled down on the fishhook and tugged that much harder. “I said. Ask. Nicely.”
More silence from the Rainmaker, but Al Carpenter tapped on one shoulder and said, “Let her go, Jules. She’s earned it.”
She’s earned a hell of a lot more than this, Al.” Bloodwind exchanged her fishhooks for a prolonged hair pull that ended with Burlingame’s forehead bounced against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Freed from the Beautiful Bloodhawk’s vengeful clutches, Susan slid out onto the floor to catch her breath and steady her nerves. Back in the ring, Juliet stepped onto the bottom rope, leaned over and swatted at the Courtier’s hair. “Ten seconds, rich girl. That’s how much time you get before I come out there and--”
Burlingame whipped around, hopped up and CLAPPED Juliet across the cheek with Bytch Slap that rocked the FAWN original back a few steps. “Jesus Christ, do you EVER do anything without announcing it first?” Susan barked. “No wonder you were never anything more than Shea’s water bearNEERRRGGHH!”
Juliet grabbed the chain in both hands and took three giant steps backward to THUNK Susan against the apron. Hardly satisfied with such a minor inconvenience, Bloodwind wrapped a couple lengths of chain around one arm and dropped to one knee in an attempt to haul the heiress back into the squared circle. In no mood to let the FAWN original lead her anywhere, Burlingame grabbed some chain herself and braced her right foot against the apron to provide some extra leverage in what was now an exceptionally unpleasant Tug of War. Said contest raged for almost twenty seconds and though it was a close thing, Susan’s assist from the apron meant she slowly but surely drew her opponent closer to the ropes.
“Dammit bytch, just get your ass in the ring!” Juliet growled as her faux moccasins slid across the canvas. Sue shook her head ‘no’, added another length of chain to her growing collection.
“Sorry Bloodynose, you want me in there, you’ll have to do it yourself. No Shea or Nyssa to bail your ass out this time!”
Bloodwind cursed, sank into a crouch so deep her tush was only inches from the mat. “Oh sweetie, I am going to make you eat those words before I make you eat your goddamned teUUUURRRRGGHHHH!”
On the outside Susan pulled her plant leg off the floor, set it against the edge of the apron and yanked hard enough to pull Bloodwind into a jaw-first collision with the middle rope! The sudden loss of tension would’ve meant an awkward fall for most ladies but Burlingame was as agile as she was mouthy and the former World Champion landed on her feet no fuss, no muss. The same could not be said of Jules, who was hunched like a penitent at the edge of the ring with her arms dangling loosely over the middle rope.
“Well that’s just sloppy.” the heiress chided her vulnerable adversary. “Either go out or stay inside, but make up your mind. Here, I can help.”
With that she reached up, laced her hands across the nape of Bloodwind’s neck and went up on tiptoe just to get a little extra distance when she jerked Juliet down into a THWONKING face-first collision with the apron! The crowd cringed, then held its breath as the War Bird settled into a precarious handstand that looked as though it’d give way at the slightest breeze. Yet the veteran didn’t fall, much to Susan’s irritation. “F*ck, that’s even worse than before. How do you always manage to make things worse? Well, you know the line about wanting something done right.” Closing in fast, she caught Bloodwind in a snug Facelock and used her other hand to hook a handful of buckskin. She tromped away from the ring, Sue muscling Juliet to high noon for a good few seconds before she fell back and THWHUMPED her burden against the floor with a Vertical Suplex!
APRON FACEBUSTER & VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xB-2UzmSQiY
The landing certainly wasn’t pleasant for Burlingame, though it was even less so for Jules, as evidenced by the breathless shriek when her spine hit the barely-padded concrete. Still hurting from her time in the STF, Susan treated herself to a few precious seconds of rest before she spun to one knee. “Whipping your ass with this thing is fun,” she gave the chain at her neck a quick jangle, “but I’m not about to waste a ‘Mania spot on a glorified bar fight. Hope you actually came ready to wrestle, Bloodynose.”
“Yuuhhhh…. you goddamned witch.” Bloodwind muttered. “Don’t even act like I wouldn’t wrestle you anywhere you UNGH!”
Susan put some pink on the War Bird’s tummy with a heavy overhand Slap and took possession of both pigtails when Juliet sat up. “Oh, I know you’d wrestle anywhere.” Burlingame noted as hauled the other brunette off the floor and into a Front Facelock. “Enthusiasm has never been your problem, Juliet. Talent, that’s always been your bête noir.
“Bytch, I swear I am going to NNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Susan hooked her buckskin for the second time in less than a minute to take the former IC champion over with a hard Snap Suplex! The Ace kicked her legs up on impact, twisted her hips to the side and got back to her feet with the Tempe Temptress still in tow. A third Suplex followed, this example just as crisp as the previous, though GoHH79jKyC8Burlingame’s follow through was a tad slower as the concrete began to take its toll. Still, Susan returned to verticality without comment and hauled Bloodwind up for a third-- the Rainmaker kicked both feet forward and dropped straight down to THWHUNK the back of Juliet’s head and shoulders into those thin blue pads with a Brainbuster straight from the Black Queen’s playbook.
ROLLING SUPLEXES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GoHH79jKyC8
The Tempe Temptress sat up at once and actually turned onto all fours before her brain caught up with her body and she slopped out in a facedown sprawl. The crowd was still redlining with a ‘HOLY SHYT!’ chant when Susan got to her feet and trudged over to the apron and took a seat. “How about a ten count for my troubles, would you Al?”
“Uuummmmmh, it’s no Count Out, no disqualification, Sue. Not a Last Woman Standing either. So why do you want a count?”
“I need a breather.” she answered simply enough. “And I want to see if this ham & egger will try to beat a ten count even if it doesn’t matter.”
Al looked as though he didn’t quite approve of this particular line of inquiry, but it was such a departure from the ladies trying to mangle one another with the chain that he did as requested without further comment. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…”
Juliet heard Carpenter’s voice as though she were at the bottom of a deep pool, yet the wrestler’s instinct was so deeply ingrained that she recognized the count for what it was not by the words themselves, but by the spaces between them. Groaning low in the back of her throat, the grounded Bloodhawk braced her hands against the floor and slooooooooowly made it to one knee while Al continued to toll it off.
“FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT…”
Jules surged to her feet at “NINE!” and would’ve dove under the bottom rope if Sue hadn’t intercepted her ingress with a massive Overhand Slap that CRAAAACKED against the other brunette’s cleavage!
“FAAAAAAAAHHK!” Bloodwind turned and staggered away from the impact, both arms crossed tight against her chest. Behind her, Burlingame shook the tingle out of her ‘smackin’ hand, a huge smile plastered across her face. “Gotta admit, I’m impressed.” she said to the Arizonan’s back. “I figured there was no way you’d pick yourself up before ten, let alone try to get back in the--”
CRAAACK! The Tempe Temptress whipped around and earned a full-throated ‘WOOOOOOOOO!’ from the whole building courtesy of the Knife-Edge Chop she laid across the Rainmaker’s tits!
“I beat your arrogant ass twice! TWICE!” Juliet barked as Sue felt the pain she’d so recently endured. “I never ran from you then, I sure as hell won’t run from you--”
CRA-CRAAACK! Sue answered with a two-fer consisting of her own Knife-Edge Chop and a scintillating Bytch Slap that snapped Bloodwind’s head back at a sharp angle. “You got LUCKY!” the Ace barked, her former arrogance replaced by seething anger. “One cheap roll-up and one cheap NNNNGGGHHHH!”
Juliet returned fire with another of those vaunted Chops and this time it wasn’t one, two or even three, but a whole goddamned dozen, the last of which forced the backpedaling heiress up against the smooth steel of the ring-post. “Spin it however you want, rich girl.” Bloodwind snapped. “But you still lost two matches after you promised this would be over in three. I’ve made you a liar before. Tonight I make you a quitt--”
Susan interrupted with a slap that connected solidly with Juliet’s mouth. “I’m better than you, Juliet. And that’s no--”
The War Bird repaid like for like, Bloodwind doing her best to smear the Courtier’s lips across the bottom half of her face. Stacked up snug against the steel, Burlingame didn’t have anywhere to go, so Jules reared back for one more Knife-Edge, this one aimed at the hollow of Burlingame’s thro-- Sue spun away with a whisper to spare, meaning Juliet’s hand hit the post with a low, ugly BWUNG!
Aware of nothing save the hellish agony that’d replaced her left hand, Juliet instinctually rolled under the bottom rope only to find herself dragged back to the floor by a supremely vindictive Sue Burlingame. Paying the wounded hand no attention for now, Susan took possession of the FAWN Original’s pigtails and used them to guide Bloodwind’s head between her thighs. A Waistlock followed immediately thereafter, as did the buzz from the crowd when Sue flipped her opponent into the Piledriver-stall. Sue waited just long enough to let Jules think about it, then dropped onto her tush to THWHUNK the other brunette’s noggin into the thinly-padded concrete.
PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZWC6V0479eo
Bloodwind flopped over onto her back, both arms thrown over her head in a dead-to-the world sprawl that had Al coming through the ropes to check on her before the heiress raised a hand. “Don’t bother. She’s not out and we’re coming to you anyway.” She added weight to her words by peeling the buckskin-clad battler off the mat and hauling her to verticality. An equally sturdy grip on trunks and tresses got Jules under the bottom rope, though her movements were still more in line with a cumbersome sack of laundry and not a former Intercontinental Champion.
Sue followed her in a few seconds later, the Rainmaker affording herself the luxury of a few deep breaths after heartless exchange of Chops and Slaps. Trudging over to Carpenter while he tended to the facedown wreck of the War Bird, Burlingame asked, “She give yet?”
Al looked over at her, shook his head ‘no’. “No, but I’m worried about her ha--”
“Not your job, Carpenter.” the Courtier didn’t shoo him away, but she didn’t let the zebra’s proximity stop her from stepping on the backs of the Temptress’s thighs.
The pressure on her gams brought Bloodwind around a little, at least enough for her to twist around and reaaaach for Sue with her good hand. “Guuuuhhhh… get the f*ck off me.”
Burlingame paid her no mind, rather she grabbed the Arizonan’s ankles and folded her lower legs up so they were wedged snug against her own shins. Jules choked off a miserable growl even as she stuffed both hands under her tummy to guard against what came next. Susan wasn’t having it. She sank into a crouch and drove a sharp punch into the brunette’s ribs. “Gimme your hand, Jules.”
Bloodwind steeled herself, elbows pressed snug against her midsection even as she tried to wriggle the Ace off of her legs. “You want ‘em, rich girl? You’re gonna have to take ‘em.”
Sue sighed, flipped hair out of her eyes and dragged a forearm across her brow. “Whatever you say, brat.” She wrapped three lengths of chain around her left hand and double-pumped a shot in above the other brunette’s left hip.
Juliet moaned through clenched teeth and fought even harder, but her legs remained hopelessly mired in the Romero trap and she was powerless to defend against the heartless barrage unleashed against her left flank. Eventually she HAD to bring her hands out into the open and that’s when Burlingame snatched her left wrist. Bending the joint at a painful angle, she said, “I wrestle to hurt, not to injure, Bloodwind. So I’m not gonna put you on the shelf, but if you don’t submit right f*cking now I will hurt you very badly.”
“Kuuuuuhhhh… kiss my ass, Burlingame.” the brunette rasped. “You’re never going to talk me into a submissAAAAAAWWWWWWW GAAAAHHHHHD!”
ROMERO FINGER CHOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_S3j23pcWVE
Sue hunched forward and bit down on Juliet’s defenseless fingers for a good ten seconds before she switched over to a simple Knucklelock for even more torque on that defenseless hand. “I don’t have to talk you into anything, Jules.” Susan growled after she’d filled her remaining hand with the War Bird’s sweat-soaked pigtails. “Know why?” She puuuuuuuuuuuulled back on those dark tresses even as she continued to pour it on with the Knucklelock. “Because I am in complete, goddamned control of your entire bodNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHH!”
Turned out Sue’s control wasn’t quite so utter as she’d thought, a fact discovered when Bloodwind twisted her hips just enough to wrench free of the torturous handhold AND lash a short length of chain across the startled Courtier’s left ear! Burlingame collapsed backward onto her butt, one hand pressed to her ringing noggin while the other set against the mat for support. Stunned by the desperation shot, Susan rolled to all fours and--
CRAAACK!
Juliet lashed the chain across her nemesis’s back! The Bankable Bombshell screamed in pain, twisted onto one knee and managed to rise just in time for CRAAAACK! Bloodwind laid the chain across her tummy to double her over, then followed up with three more lashes across Sue’s back, the last of dropped the former World Champion from all fours to a shivering fetal ball. Momentarily lost in the pleasant gleam of light on the links and the meaty sound of her weapon landing across Burlingame’s shoulder, hip and thigh, it took almost ten seconds (coupled with a growing burn in her swingin’ shoulder) for the Tempe Temptress to step back and take stock of the situation.
Al Carpenter took that as his cue to check on the devastated Rainmaker, but Bloodwind shouldered him out of the way. “Don’t waste your breath, Al.” she huffed. “The question is mine to ask.”
On that sinister note she snatched a handful of hair and hauled the other brunette to her knees in stages. Still breathing hard with the exertion of her brutal chain lashing, Jules made a point of using her bad hand to grip Burlingame’s chin and tip her head back at a slight angle. Waiting until she saw the Courtier’s eyes meet her own, the War Bird growled, “You ready to give it up, rich girl?”
Sue favored her with a grin made rather maniacal by the rill of blood leaking from her bottom lip. “Ask me again, Bloodynose.” she replied. “And try not mouth-breathing this tiNNNNGGGHHH!”
Juliet caught her between the eyes with a thunderous Kneelift, then wedged the heiress’s bobbling noggin between her thighs in a Standing Headscissors. With Burlingame prone on her knees a Waistlock would’ve been a logical next step, instead the Beautiful Bloodhawk grabbed Sue’s left ankle and wedged it into the pit of her right knee. Then she secured Burlingame’s right ankle and pulled it up to create a sort of Figure Four that was itself strong enough to hoist her nemesis into the stall position for a Piledriver! Adding a Half Waistlock for the sole purpose of turning to all four sides of the ring. Eyes alight, Jules flashed a beaming smile as they finished their circuit facing the hard camera. “See that, babe? That’s the whole world watching me finish your overrated ass!” She hopped up, kicked her feet forward and dropped to a seat to THWONK the crown of the Ace’s skull into the mat with that wickedly-augmented Piledriver!
INDIAN DEATHLOCK PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXcN8fXiktE
Susan actually reeled backward into a splay-legged three point stance, though she certainly would’ve toppled to her backside if Bloodwind hadn’t caught her by the hair. Scrambling to boot-leather before Burlingame surrendered to gravity, Juliet circled around behind the wobbly battler and wrenched her head backward for containment via an Inverted Facelock. This raised a resounding cheer from the Bloodhawk Nation, one that got even louder when Jules raised a fist high overhead and slowly raised one, two, three fingers. She kicked her legs backward and laid out flat on her belly, all the better to PLANT Burlingame against the deck with a huge Inverted DDT!
INVERTED DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kbSBujpByeA
Many of those assembled urged the veteran to go for a cover, but there was also a contingent urging their heroine to go for the coup de grace and they got their wish when Bloodwind grabbed Sue by ankle and wrist and draaaaaaaaaaaagged her that much closer to the nearest corner. Dropping her hooks without a second thought, Juliet hauled herself to the high rent district, where she paused to spread her arms in a wide ‘V’. The capacity crowd greeted this sigil with one of her loudest pops in quite some time, the fact that it came at ‘Mania and at the expense of Sue Burlingame made it that much sweeter. Sparing a quick glance over her shoulder (yep, still down and out) Juliet muttered, “F*ck you and your complacency, rich girl.” She dipped her knees and vaulted out into the void, the Tempe Temptress seeming to disappear into the lights for a moment before she came out on the far end of a flawless Bloodhawk Dive that THA-WHAMMED her down atop Susan’s fluttering chest!
BLOODHAWK DIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2wtAhoOC6KQ
Sue’s legs kicked up in a spasmodic jolt but Bloodwind was too busy clutching her own midsection to notice and they dropped to the mat without any resistance. Jaw clenched to better ignore those accumulated aches and pains, Juliet collapsed atop the Ace without bothering to hook a leg. Al skidded into place half a heartbeat later, the lanky ref leading thousands in a chorus that went…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Susannah lifted a shoulder off the mat, breaking the cover *just* enough for the match to continue. Slowed to a crawl by a nauseating combination of exhaustion and incredulity, Bloodwind simply laid beside the splattered heiress for several seconds before she sat up and slowly clambered to her feet. “Good try, rich girl.” the FAWN original grunted. “But this is ‘Mania… and good doesn’t get the win at Mania.” She punctuated with a hard stomp to Burlingame’s sternum, Jules making a point to put all her weight on Sue’s chest as she made her way back to the corner. Gifted a bit of her usual speed by a timely burst of adrenaline, the Tempe Temptress didn’t need to climb the ropes, she simply grabbed the top strand and leapt to the high rent district in a single bound!
The second Bloodhawk Dive was higher and harder than the first, quite possibly the prettiest one Jules had executed in the last five years or so. All the more the pity that it landed squarely across Burlingame’s raised knees.
Propelled to some knock-kneed semblance of verticality by the remnants of her own momentum, Juliet tried to plant her feet and or draw a breath even as the slithering chain proclaimed Susan was standing once again. Only vaguely aware that her right hand had flattened into that dangerous Knife-Edge, the War Bird abruptly whipped around in a half circle and lashed out with some palm-powered lightning aimed at--THWHAP!
BACK KICK & LOW SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wg4KGMohbaU
Burlingame impaled those roiled ribs with a Back Kick that dropped the Arizonan to her knees in a single stroke. Hopping backward the instant her first kick connected, Sue drew a bead between Juliet’s eyes and shuffle-stepped forward to THWHACK a Low Super Kick between the other woman’s eyes.
Bloodwind’s noggin whipped backward from the Courtier’s sole and the rest of her followed thereafter, Jules pooling out in a steaming, boneless sprawl that didn’t even have a chance to cool before Sue coiled those battle damp braids around both hands and scraped her off the canvas. Snugged in tight against Bloodwind’s six, Burlingame pinioned her right arm in a Chickenwing, then placed her free hand on the base of the other woman’s neck and pressed forward and down to turn Jules around into a snug Front Facelock. Burlingame reached down with her left arm, caught Bloodwind’s right leg behind the knee and lifted it off the canvas in an unpleasant cradle. Muscling the Beautiful Bloodhawk off the mat with a primal scream that was actually just a groan of exhaustion with the volume turned way up, Sue wedged the bundled beauty against one hip so she could spin through one, two, three full rotations. At the end of the third she went up on her toes and dropped to a seat to THAWHONK the base of Juliet’s skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood! Blown wide open by the Spirit Crusher, Bloodwind made no protest when Susan stretched out on her tummy and hooked the near leg for a Back Press that had the whole arena tolling off the…
SPIRIT CRUSHER:
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ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Anyone who wasn’t already standing leapt to attention when Juliet twitched over onto one side with perhaps a millimeter between herself and defeat.
Rocked forward into a hunched seat by the narrow escape, Sue Burlingame raked a hand through her hair, then raised three fingers to the official. “That was three, Al.” she whispered. “Girl is DONE.”
“Apparently she’s not, Sue.” he replied. “Match is still on.”
Sue drew in a deep breath, let it out slow, then spun around on one knee and slid back just enough to put some distance between herself and the other brunette. “I say you’re done.” she told Bloodwind. “Carpenter says you’re not. You’ve made a whole series of trying to prove me wrong, so get your SORRY ASS UP AND FIGHT ME!” She began to stomp her foot on the canvas, a quick, pounding rhythm that was soon taken over by the whole crowd.
The pulsing percussion burned through the worst of the fog in Juliet’s skull and she slowly, sloooooowly tumbled onto her belly and braced both hands against the canvas. A planted knee steadied her that much more and the FAWNatics let loose with a resounding roar when the Beautiful Bloodhawk rose to one knee. Seeing this, Burlingame took a step back and dropped into a deep crouch to await her adversary’s return to verticality.
Only vaguely aware of the heiress’s presence, Bloodwind drew upon the last of her reserves to surge to boot leather with her good hand already drawn back to the opposite shoulder for-- groans all ‘round when Juliet’s knees gave out and she crumpled to all fours. This collapse got Al moving on the double, but Susan raised a hand to halt his advance. “Don’t you do this to me now, Bloodynose, don’t you goddamned DARE.” Burlingame muttered after she’d closed the distance. “You did not push me to the f*cking limits just to have this end on a ref stoppage, so I don’t care if you have to use my fucking kneepads to do it, but you are going to haul yourself up so we can finish this fight on our feet.”
“Fuuuuhhh… f*ck you, Susan.” Juliet rasped.
“F*ck you harder, Juliet.” Sue bounced her knee against the Temptress’s noggin. “Get up.”
The Bankable Bombshell nudged Bloodwind’s pate again and was rewarded with a death grip on her kneepad. This was followed by a second anchoring hold on her left hip, an encroachment that would’ve earned a violent rebuke on any other occasion. But Sue offered no resistance while Bloodwind got her knees set and slowly but surely rose to her full hei-- Juliet rocked the Courtier back on her heels with a quick Shoulderblock to the sternum, then twisted her hips so she could rear back for the mother of all Knife-Edge ChopsNOOOOO!
Sue snatched the chain two handed and YANKED Bloodwind into a startled headfirst lurch that practically put the veteran’s head on a silver platter when Burlingame hopped up to catch her in a Three Quarters Facelock. Gravity took over as Sue laid out on her back, the Ace Crusher just PLANTING Juliet on her face in the center of the ring. Emphatic though it was the Crusher was only the first half of a vicious two-part equation, the back end came when Burlingame somersaulted backward with her right arm still in possession of Bloodwind’s head. The shift in position turned the simple grip into an agonizing Inverted Facelock which only got worse once Sue grabbed the Arizonan’s left bicep and hooked that arm back across the plank of her left thigh.
Root of All Evil, Sue Burlingame to Juliet Bloodwind.
ACE CRUSHER TO ROOT OF ALL EVIL @ 1:05
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Feet set wide, the Rainmaker pushed up on tiptoe then dropped into a deep, deep crouch put a hellacious curve in Jules’s back. “SUBMIT!” Sue screamed to make herself heard over the ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ chants. “SUBMIT GODDAMMIT!”
“NEVER!” Bloodwind screamed right back. “YOU WON’T GET THE AAAAAAAWWWWWWWWHHHH GAAAAAAAAAWWWD!”
Burlingame sat down on the small of her rival’s back, effectively wrenching Jules into a tipped over ‘J’. Still, the War Bird did not surrender. She dug her plant hand into the canvas in an effort to drag them both toward the ropes and when that didn’t work she felt around until she found a length of chain puddled beneath her chest. Snapping it up like a lifeline, she brought that hand up and back with a blindside chain-lashing aimed at Burlingame’s fa--
Sue snatched the chain and pulled it tight, effectively removing the last of the other brunette’s support.
“Ask her.” the heiress said to Al after ten more seconds of vile staining.
“What do you say, Jules? Need me to call for the bell? Tell me something.”
Barely moving save for those imposed on her Burlingame’s torturous grip, Juliet found the strength to waggle a finger ‘no’. “Nuuuuuhhh…. no. Never… never give her the satisfactoooohhhheeerrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhh.” Susan angled the Tempe Temptress’s right arm over her right thigh and sat down deeper than ever. “Stop.” Bloodwind croaked. “I submit. I submit.” she tapped Burlingame’s thigh three times to make sure there was no mistake.
Carpenter dashed away to call for the bell, but Susan didn’t believe it was over until the loud clang was followed by the Announcer’s proclamation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
The victorious Ace released her hold and stood up on legs that trembled until Al returned to take her hand. “Get this thing off me.” she said over the roar of the crowd. “Her too.”
The ref fished around in his pocket, pulled out the tiny key and studied it for a moment before undoing the tiny clasps set into the base of both collars. Still standing over the fallen War Bird, Susan collected the chain in an untidy ball and raised it high overhead. The response was mixed, with most of the boos coming from disappointed members of the Bloodhawk Nation, but it grew more favorable to the Courtier when she tossed it aside in favor of three raised fingers. The more salacious element among those assembled let out a keening whistle when Burlingame took a moment to ‘snap’ those distended briefs against her glutes but this faded into a surprised / disappointed murmur when the notoriously vindictive heiress trudged to the ropes without so much as a backward glance at her prone rival.
Apparently they weren’t alone in their confusion because Juliet herself pushed up on one elbow and rasped, “Whaa… where the hell are you going?”
Burlingame paused to look over one shoulder, but didn’t turn around. “Match is over, Bloodynose. I’m headed to the back. Can’t hold up a ‘Mania card.”
“The hell you are. We made a promise. Winner hum…” The Beautiful Bloodhawk choked up on the ‘h’ word. “Winner humbles the loser.”
Now Susan did turn around. “Winners change their minds all the time, sweetie. It’s one of the many perks. And I changed my mind.”
Juliet shook her head ‘no’, a furious negation of something, though she wasn’t entirely sure what. “Don’t you dare walk away from me, don’t you dare!” She clambered to boot-leather, tottered a few steps, regained her balance. “I can endure a loss. I can endure dropping this series. I can even endure that goddamned Face Sit, but I will not, CANNOT endure your pity. So get back here and finish what we start--”
Susan stormed across the ring and just like that they were nose to nose. “You think this is pity, Bloodwind? I love dominating my opponents. I love HUMILIATING my opponents, as you already know. Mercy, pity, compassion? Where’s the fun in that?”
“What do you call this then?”
“Admission of an error on my part. This all started because I called you complacent. For two matches that was true and I embarrassed you accordingly. Then you beat me once. Then you beat me again. Then you stepped up on the biggest card of the year and pushed me like I haven’t been pushed since Deschain retired. That’s a lot of things, but the welts all over my back tell me complacent isn’t one of them.”
Juliet swallowed a lump in her throat, then wiped her eyes with the back of her good hand. “Don’t think I’m happy with how this ended.” she said softly. “Because if I was, you’d have been right all along. First time they book us in another match I’m going to light your tits up so bright you can see ‘em from space… but I appreciate the chance to prove you wrong.” Jules extended her hand.
After a moment’s hesitation, Susan accepted. “I don’t like you, Bloodwind. I don’t think I’ll ever like you. But I love a challenge. You want another shot? You know where to find me. Just make sure you come prepared. Because I’ve still got the best seat in the house. And it’s got your name on it.”
A bit of gleam returned to Bloodwind’s dark eyes. “That’s what you think, rich girl.”
“You proved me wrong once, Bloodynose. Don’t think it’ll happen again.”
Burlingame might’ve said more if the crowd hadn’t broken into a ‘BOTH THESE GALS!’ chant.
“There, aren’t you glad I didn’t sit on your face?” Sue teased as she backed away. “Now you can actually hear them chanting for you!”
“Kiss my ass, Susie.” Juliet answered with the ghost of a smile.
“You should be so lucky.” The Ace tipped her a salute, slipped through the ropes and started up the aisle in a jaunty zig-zag to slap hands with the fans reaching in her direction.
Jules watched for a moment, then turned around and walked to the ropes on the far side to raise a weary hand for her supporters. The chants were still going strong when the broadcast cut away to a video package hyping tonight’s Intercontinental Championship Grudge Match.