Post by hawkeye on Apr 8, 2019 23:06:18 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, hailing from Richmond, England in the United Kingdom, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and fifteen pounds. She is the Oncoming Storm, this is… OLIVIA DARE!"
The roar for her name was followed by another crash of throat-born thunder when the speakers produced the somnolently aggressive drumbeat of Hooverphonic’s ‘2Wicky’. And the auditory storm raged all the louder once the lithesome Englishwoman appeared atop the stage to greet her fans with an index finger raised high overhead.
OLIVIA DARE:
For her first shot at the Big Belt in over a year, the first bendyback Champion of the modern era wore a pair of stormy black bikini briefs edged with silver trim and cut high enough to offer the audience a tantalizing view of her sculpted hips, thighs and calves. The top half of her ensemble included a strappy bikini top, also done in black and edged with silver. Short black wrestling shoes and silver knee and elbow pads rounded out the rest of her outfit. Thanking the crowd with a quick nod, the Oncoming Storm started down the aisle, Olivia offering palms and smiles to all those that reached in her general direction. She was almost to the foot of the aisle when she paused to note a sign:
TONIGHT THE ACE GETS LOST IN THE STORM!
“Yes she will.” the former World Champion agreed. “And the cost of her freedom is nothing less than ten pounds of leather and gold.” Terms set, Dare made her way to the ring where she strode up the steps, glided out onto the apron and set her back to the strands. Gifting the whole of the arena with a grin as she draped her arms over the top rope, Olivia dipped her knees and tumbled backward to land on her feet as her anthem reached a crescendo.
“Hope you’re properly recovered, Nicholas.” Dare noted as she offered the referee her knees and elbows. “I’d hate you think you’re attempting to maintain order between Susan and I at less than one hundred percent.”
Castle approved the challenger’s pads, then replied, “I’m doing ok, ‘Liv. Long as you two don’t try to dump me on my head, I’ll be fine.”
Olivia smiled as she backed into the far corner. “No promises, good sir. The World Title does hang in the balance, after all.”
Nick sighed, turned his attention to the stage just as the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Stovington Vermont, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds! Representing the Black Court she is only the fourth Three Time World Champion in FAWN history. I give to you THE ACE…SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
Already on their feet for Olivia, the army gathered for March to War raised another massive battle cry when ‘Crown on the Ground’ barged its way into the arena. Shortly thereafter the Ace of the Black Court stepped into view and stretched her arms in a wide ‘T’ to call forth a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro.
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPoIznBujEA
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
For the first title defense in the third act of her golden legacy, Susan sported a snug black tank-top that simply read ’Three Time, Three Time, Three Time’ Lips curved in a slight smile, Burlingame grabbed the bottom edge of her top, then paused to let the crowd ‘ooooohhh’ and ‘aaaaaaahhhh’ over the big golden belt strapped around her bronzed waist. Peeling it off shortly thereafter, she tossed the discarded tank-top into the stands, then undid the strap and hoisted it one handed. Doing so got another round of applause from those assembled, though her trademark dark blue two-piece with mellow golden trim probably had something to do with it as well. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look. Eyes lighting up as the FAWNatics broke into a raucous ‘ACE!’ chant, Burlingame dropped the belt over one shoulder and started down the aisle.
Driving a stake through the heart of Adelaide Brewster’s title reign had certainly earned the Rainmaker plenty of goodwill from the crowd and Susan actually swatted a few hands as she closed on the ring, but the Bankable Bombshell was still far too snarky to hold back the sass when some of Olivia’s fans offered their opinions on her chances for the match ahead. Putting them in their place with a kiss delivered from fingertips to backside, Burlingame finished up with a dainty middle finger before making a point to pose for a picture with another fan holding a ‘Rainmaker’ sign aloft.
After that she bounded the rest of the way to the ring, dove under the bottom rope and popped to her feet. Title hoisted high, she strode toward Olivia and would’ve gone nose to nose with the Brit if Castle hadn’t gotten in the way. Smirking as she backed up, Sue handed the belt to Nick and said, “Make sure she gets a good look at it. Been so long she’s probably forgotten some of the smaller details.” Nick made no comment though he did show the prize to Olivia before raising it for the fans one more time.
Olivia didn’t rush out of her corner when the bell sounded, only an idiot would’ve attempted a headlong rush against someone like Burlingame, yet the former World Champion did not tarry in the buckles and she certainly didn’t bother taking the long way around, choosing instead a razor-sharp diagonal aimed straight at the opposite corner.
Susan had anticipated just such a reaction because it was her own preferred method of approach, especially against this particular challenger. Closing on the Englishwoman with both hands held just below shoulder-level, Burlingame only started to circle when they’d drawn to within less than a yard of one another.
Dare obliged her this little game, the blonde deciding she’d use the opportunity to scout for weaknesses. “You have no idea how pleased I was when the contract with your name on it arrived in the post.” Olivia said by way of introduction. “I signed it at once of course, though I admit its presence was surprising considering our history.”
The heiress arched an eyebrow. “Why’s that, ‘Liv? You didn’t think I’d go in search of a cupcake for my first title defense, did--”
The Oncoming Storm went low and shot in fast, Dare searching for a Single Leg Takedown the champ avoided by the slimmest of margins. Olivia spun around with another lunge at the ready only to hop backward when she saw Burlingame’s leading knee raised in anticipation of a Super Kick. Smiling faintly when the American lowered her leg, Dare resumed circling, her fingers twitching like a gunfighter’s. “I’ve submitted you how many times now, Susan? A dozen? More? Proud as you are I know it’d positively scald that ego of yours to be crowned the first ‘One and Done’ Three Time Wo--”
Susan lashed out with a lightning-quick Bicycle Kick that would’ve stove Olivia’s chin in if she hadn’t swatted it aside at the last possible second. Gifted the Ace’s back for the briefest of moments, Dare lashed her left arm up and across to THWHAP her bicep against the base of Sue’s skull with a European Uppercut. Burlingame staggered without going down so Olivia spun on her heel, hooked her arms around the brunette’s biceps and dropped forward and down, the crown of her skull pressed to the canvas all to stack Susannah on her shoulders in a Backslide good for…
ONE…
TWO…
Susan somersaulted clear of the predicament, came up on her feet and lashed out with a ‘whicking’ Soccer Kick aimed at the point of Dare’s ja-- the Blackbird stretched herself out flat, then kipped to boot-leather just in time to catch the Courtier in a tight Side Headlock. Bearing down on the hold quite a bit more than usual, Olivia ground Sue’s temple against the point of her hip, then stuffed said hip into the pit of her opponent’s stomach to power the takedown that put Burlingame on her back with a flat ‘BOOM!’
“Style over substance, that’s always been your problem, Susan.” Dare opined as she continued to punish the champ with her Headlock. “Just one of the many reasons I’ve enjoyed stretching you over the last decEERRRRGHH!”
Sue got a hand up under Olivia’s chin and pushed her head back at an awkward angle. The champ’s legs snapped up half a heartbeat later, those coppery stems closing over the Brit’s neck with a soft ‘SMECK!’ A single pulse of her hips was enough to free Burlingame from the Headlock and put Dare on the mat in her place, the sinewy blonde pushing and worrying at the Ace’s encroaching stem.
“I seem to recall the sound of your dainty little paw swatting the mat several times during the course of our respective careers, don’t you, Liv?” Sue raked a hand through her hair, then reached down and patted the other woman’s washboard tummy. “Or how about that show in Leeds back in… what, 2012, I think? When I tapped you out to a Reverse Face Sit half an hour after the whole crowd sang you to the--”
The Bankable Bombshell ended her reminiscences mid-sentence because Dare pushed up on her knee, thus creating enough space for the blonde to turn over onto her stomach. Burlingame cursed, sat up and PWAAAKED a trio of Forearm Smashes into the former World Champion’s back but it wasn’t enough to dissuade Olivia from maneuvering around so she was lined up directly in front of the Ace. Seemingly unfazed by the pressure or the fact that she was essentially blind with her forehead grinding against the canvas, the Oncoming Storm took hold of Burlingame’s ankles and neatly boosted herself into a perfect handst--
Sue hooked her fingers into the leg-holes of those stormy black bottoms and TUGGED them up by a good three or four inches! The wedgie collapsed the headstand in an instant, it also earned the Champion a round of tawdry applause from the crowd and an angry hiss from the challenger. “That better not be the best you brought for me, Liv.” Burlingame flashed a shyt-eating grin as she patted the blonde’s exposed glutes. “Otherwise it’ll be the Casket Match all over ag--”
Olivia put her hands against the sides of Susan’s knees and pressed down until she was able to extract her noggin from the Scissors. Putting one hand back on the American’s crossed ankles, Dare slid forward and planted a knee on Burlingame’s right shin to keep those dangerous legs knotted in place. Sue didn’t much care for the increased strain on her stems so she reached for the Englishwoman’s knee and CRAAACK! Olivia smote the champ’s chest with a thunderous Knife-Edge Chop that would’ve knocked her flat if Dare hadn’t grabbed a double handful of hair. The Blackbird drew Burlingame’s head forward, but instead of slapping on a Front Facelock she pushed back with everything she had to BWUNK the back of Sue’s skull against the thinly-sheathed plywood. Sue groaned and rebounded to something resembling a seated position, albeit one that saw both arms wrapped around her aching head.
Happy to silence the notoriously mouthy heiress, Dare returned a bit of the earlier cattiness with a painful double tweak of Susan’s nipples, then shoved her down with a rough pie-face when the brunette went to swat her hands away! With Burlingame down and at least temporarily preoccupied by her stinging chest, ‘Liv returned her hands to Susan’s knees and pushed down until her legs were straining in a painful diamond shape.
CROSS LEGGED MAT SLAM & LEG SPREAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Io8XhXz8plU
“Do you really think bringing up the Casket Match is a wise move?” Olivia asked after several seconds of hard stretching. “As I recall that was one of your last moments of glory before Sydney Deschain kicked off her retirement tour atop your face… and then Eliza put you to sleep at MaNNNGGHH!”
Susan sat up and THWHACKED a Forearm Smash across Dare’s jaw, though it wasn’t enough to end the Leg Spread. “Watch your mouth, crumpet. Or I’ll stop playing nice and OOOOOHHHHH!”
Olivia halved her control on the brunette’s knees to treat her to a little backhand rap delivered directly between the thighs! It was hardly a gamechanger, but it broke the champ’s concentration long enough for Olivia to scramble up and get around behind. Seizing the Ace’s wrists in both hands, she crossed Burlingame’s wrists over one another and pulled them snug against her throat. The pressure forced Susan to fight to her knees and she would’ve gone on to full verticality if the Briton hadn’t wedged both knees into the small of her back and laid out flat, pulling Susan down atop those pointy joints! Hooking her ankles against Burlingame’s shins to make sure she couldn’t just wriggle free, the Oncoming Storm pulled down on the Straightjacket while jostling her knees up and down to exacerbate the painful arch.
DOUBLE KNEE STRAIGHTJACKET CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGnJD7N0i6k
“Don’t kid yourself, Susie. We both know there’s no such thing as ‘playing nice’ when we share this ring. The simple fact is one of us is going to submit to the other and I’m going to make sure it’s you!”
Spine bent expertly by the Blackbird, Burlingame could do little but grin (more grimace) and bear it, her limbs tied down at every turn by the ingenious invention of Dare. Olivia rattled the Ace, trying to multiply the pain in the aching backbone and limbs of the outspread champion.
Susan’s overturned head gave her a unique angle on Castle’s offer to escape the torture, but Olivia’s dare remained foremost in the Ace’s mind and the tawny-skinned heiress would be damned if she capitulated so quickly.
The champ mewled in anguish knowing she had to outlast her foe and the limbs of the Oncoming Storm finally gave way after a dozen seconds of keeping Burlingame’s mass hovering above her. Dare dropped Susannah to the side, the Courtier ending on her chest. After giving up her grip, Liv hopped to her feet and shook out her limbs, the final one by driving a stomp into the base of Susan’s spine.
Burlingame’s vertebral column twisted into an anguished arc, the Ace grunting as she tried to rise to her feet, nearly buckling after a couple more kicks on the way up from her foe. However, the sturdy heiress fought through Olivia’s efforts and turned to face the Brit, only to get starched by a perfectly timed Super Kick to the chin that CLACKED off the point of Susan’s jaw.
Burlingame’s eyes rolled white, her entire frame clenching. She timbered to the deck, laid out in a starfish. Not one to simply drop to a Lateral Press, Olivia leapt over the splayed Courtier, throwing her legs in front of her and SPLASHING across Burlingame’s midriff with a perfectly placed Senton that sent the air out of Susan’s lungs in a rush. Dare reached back to curl Burlingame into a Cradle as she laid across the champ’s center.
Nick dropped to his chest next to the balled Burlingame, Sue’s shoulders planted, and slapped the canvas for…
ONE…
TWO…
Susan muscled her way out of the slender Storm’s grasp, Olivia popping up to her knees from the force of the Rainmaker’s escape, knowing grin firmly planted, the challenger more aware than anyone what it would take to win against the Court’s most lethal weapon.
A groaning Burlingame, on hands and knees and trying to make space between her backside and the Brit, called over a shoulder.
“Thought you were going to submit me.” Susan complained, the two-count a little too close for comfort this early.
“Don’t take me so literally, luv,” a risen Olivia chuckled. “I can always make you tap. Being World Champ? Anyway. Anyhow.”
Olivia mounted her foe in a forward straddle, Burlingame on all fours and now sorry she hadn’t made better time to the corner. Dare rose off her ‘saddle’ and DROVE the slim curve of her derriere into the base of Susan’s spine with surprising effectiveness, FAWN’s rarest animal, a three-time World Champ, flattened to the deck.
The delighted Dare dipped to pie-face the back of the Ace’s noggin. Humiliation added to pain, Liv took a couple steps to the ropes and leaned into the cables, enjoying the sight of the battered Burlingame, placing Sue within a frame made of her thumbs and forefingers. And when the Black Courtier rolled to a seat, Olivia was ready.
Dare barreled past Susan from behind without leaving a mark. She hit the ropes and rebounded before NAILING the Ace across the clavicle with a Sliding Lariat that left the top dog in FAWN flat on her back.
SLIDING LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWcTlyCovIo
This time Liv passed on the pin, instead moving next to the dazed Burlingame and pushing Susan to her chest. Diving atop Sue’s back, Dare’s legs snaked around the tawny stems of the title holder, slithering around in Grapevines, controlling Susan’s lower limbs.
With the lower half of the Ace eliminated from play, Olivia added a neck-wrenching Chinlock to complete her signature Dare Snare. Once locked, the crowd immediately perked to the possibilities. Particularly when Dare ripped back on her Snare, forcing Susan to gaze into the rafters.
“You know what I can do to you with this.” Olivia grunted, the dirty blonde’s eyes meeting the welling versions of her trapped foe. “And you know how it ends.”
Sue snorted. It’s all she could manage in the way of refusing Dare’s passive-aggressive threat and Castle confirmed to the Timekeeper the Ace wasn’t ready to throw in the towel.
Already pushing Susan’s neck to the snapping point above, Dare widened her Grapevines below, forcing Susannah’s legs away from each other, moving Burlingame closer and closer to a set of angry splits.
But before Liv could get the lower limbs completely outstretched and secure Sue on her chest, Burlingame began rocking from side to side, desperately trying to change an untenable position.
Realizing what the champ had in mind, Olivia tried to remove Susan’s head from her shoulders, bearing down on the Chinlock shouting at the Ace to give. But Burlingame managed to finally roll the duo over in a 180-degree spin. Though still in brutal control, Liv’s shoulders were on the canvas for…
ONE…
TWO…
And Dare was forced to release her Snare on both ends to push out from under Burlingame’s back in the nick of time.
Scrambling to her feet, Olivia easily beat the Ace to vertical, Susan still seated when Olivia came at her from behind with a Soccer Kick aimed at Sue’s right set of ribs. But when Olivia swung her pendulum-like limb toward the target, Susan caught the kick around the ankle and swung Dare’s stem forward, throwing the Blackbird off balance, the Brit collapsing to her back.
Burlingame, Olivia’s right ankle still in her possession, ignored the pain and pushed to her feet. Standing over Dare, the challenger’s right leg raised, Susan leapt forward in a front flip, taking the limb with her, only releasing when she hit the canvas. Dare’s leg snapped back at a nasty velocity and Olivia was quickly grasping at the injured limb, knee ligaments stretched to the limit. The Brit cursed under her breath but still managed to push toward standing.
Unfortunately for the Storm Chasers, Susan’s rolled through her flip and leapt to her boot soles. The three-time World Champion spun on a dime and vaulted off the deck, her right leg leading the way to come CRASHING down across the back of Dare’s neck with a guillotine-like Axe Kick.
AXE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZAH-wewNbjA
The force of the blow PLANTED the Blackbird’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood, but Susan’s not ready to spread the Brit out like butter on a crumpet. Instead, the World Champion headed to the ropes and leapt onto the middle strand, grabbing the top for an instant to balance. Burlingame used the middle cable as a springboard, spinning into a flight over Olivia’s airspace, Susan’s extended left leg CRASHING down across the back of a rising Dare’s neck.
Again Olivia’s mug was pulverized into the unforgiving mat floor. The Storm subsided, Burlingame rolled Dare’s carcass to her back and dropped across the gobsmacked Liv in a Lateral Press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Olivia bridged onto tiptoe and the crown of her skull to force Susan back on her haunches with a full second to spare. “Don’t try that Joshi shyt on me!” the heiress barked even as she SMACKED the flat of her palm against the Englishwoman’s midsection. “Unless, oh, did you want me to test your abs?” Burlingame braced her left knee on Dare’s chest, curled her right hand into a fist and pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED half a dozen high speed punches into the blonde’s belly.
“C’mon Sue, open that hand.” Nick cajoled after several more seconds of these targeted pugilistics.
Burlingame paused, raked a hand through her hair and smiled. “What’s the matter, Castle?” she stuffed an especially hard punch into ‘Liv’s navel. “Worried her soft little abs can’t take championship punishment anymo--”
Olivia swatted the World Champion’s hand away, sat up as best she could and grabbed a whole lotta hair. “Watch your mouth, cow.” Dare growled. “Or I’ll drag your overrated face up and down my washboAAAAARRRRHHHH DIRTY SLAG!”
Grinning despite the threat and the hair-pull, Burlingame stopped punching and started clawin’, the Rainmaker just gouging away between the challenger’s thighs! Surprised into retreat by the trunk work, Olivia jerked free of the brunette’s grip and rolled onto her side with both knees pulled tight against her chest.
“Stay off her trunks, Sue. Neither of you need to work low to win this match.” Castle groused.
Sue batted her eyes at him in the midst of filling both hands with the Englishwoman’s hair. “No we don’t HAVE to, we CHOOSE to because we can’t stand one another!”
On the heels of that explanation the Ace dragged Olivia to boot-leather, spun around behind and caught the Blackbird in a Waistlock. Then she dipped her knees and popped her hips to take Dare up, over and down onto the back of her head with a gorgeous German Suplex! The bridge that followed was high and tight, so Nick swooped into place to count-- Burlingame somersaulted over the vulnerable Briton without breaking her grip to return champion and challenger to verticality. The FAWNatics murmured in anticipation of another Suplex, so they were surprised when the Bankable Bombshell relinquished the Waistlock for a grip on her foe’s left wrist. Sue twisted Dare’s arm in a quick circle, then wedged it behind her right thigh half a heartbeat before she hooked that leg over the blonde’s left thigh.
“Oh ‘Liv, you’re not gonna like this.” Sue leaned across Olivia’s back, took hold of her right arm and pulled it back so she could tuck it away under her left bicep. “Damn, maybe I was wrong about you going soft!” Burlingame teased as she poked the Oncoming Storm’s flank with one teasing index finger. “Lookit all that definition! Waaaaaaaait…”
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yp2CJNo16gA
Sue rocked up n’ down on the Abdominal Stretch, forcing a low, wounded growl from her trapped rival. “You’re not shredded at all, I’m just about to tear ya in half, that’s NGH!”
Olivia prized her trapped hand from behind the champ’s thigh and promptly buried the point of her knee in Burlingame’s tawny thigh. “Break the hold, Susan.” Dare demanded in the midst of working her elbow into the encroaching thigh. “You wouldn’t want an unsightly bruise to remind everyone how I ruined you before I took the World ERRRRHH!”
Sue crooked her right hand into a claw and sank it in deep just above Dare’s right hip. “Leave all the bruises you want, sweetheart. Just know you’re going to kiss them all better before I let you leave the rinNNNRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Olivia lit into Sue’s right thigh with a few more elbow strikes, then raaaaaaaked at that dense meat over and over and ov--“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
Burlingame abandoned the Tummy Claw for a much narrower focus, namely a pincer affixed beneath the challenger’s bikini top. “Hear that, ‘Liv? Sounds like they’re conflicted!” Indeed the arena rang with a two part chorus of ‘TAP!’ and ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ “How’s that make you feel, baby? Some of your most loyal Storm Chasers are worried you’re gonna surrender to nothing more than a titty twister!” Sue twiiiiiiiisted Olivia’s nub a little harder as she glanced in Castle’s direction. “Ask heEEERRRRRGGGHHH!”
Deciding it was time to answer catty with catty, Olivia reached up across her chest and snatched a handful of the Rainmaker’s dark hair. “All right ‘Liv, let that go.” Nick admonished even as Dare pulled hard enough to wrench Susan’s head to one side. Sighing at the lack of response, Castle began to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE!”
Burlingame broke the pincer, raised her right hand directly overhead and THWHUMPED that elbow into her opponent’s exposed flank! The unprotected shot freed Sue’s hair from Olivia’s grasp so the champ hunched a little lower and brought her left leg up ‘n over the base of her opponent’s neck.
OCTOPUS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NWz2Zf6nnhE
“NNNNGGGGGHHHHH GAAAAHHDAMMIT!” Dare moaned pitiably as Burlingame transitioned from the Abdominal Stretch to a gorgeous Octopus.
“Had enough, crumpet?” Sue chided. “Maybe I should twease those tiny little teats again?”
“Try it.” the former World Champion. “Try it and see what happOOOOOOOOOWWWW!”
The curiosity got to be too much for Sue so she went under Dare’s top a second time and twisted like they were battling in a Manhattan penthouse instead of a wrestling ring in front of a sold out crowd. “You’re gonna burst into tears, right?” Burlingame taunted. “That’s your only option at this point, crumpAAAAAAAHHHH F*CK!”
Olivia turned her head into the smooth curve of Sue’s encroaching calf and sank her teeth into the exposed flesh! The Bankable Bombshell pulled her leg away from the Englishwoman’s maw and abandoned her other hooks immediately thereafter to deliver a crude but effective Double Axehandle between Dare’s shoulders. Already sludgy pliable after the time spent in that pair of Stretches, Olivia stumbled forward and collapsed to one knee.
Behind her, Susannah bent down and rubbed at the fresh welt on her calf. More angry than hurt, she straightened up and pivoted so that her right shoulder was pointed at the back of Dare’s skull. That was all anyone got in terms of warning, the Courtier hopped forward on her left foot and THWHACKED her other foot offa the base of her prey’s noggin! Olivia hit the deck in a flat sprawl with Sue dropping beside her so she could shovel the Blackbird onto her back. No Lateral Press this time out, the Ace looped her arms around the blonde’s strong stems and pointed her bum at the lights with a Back Press good for…
ENZU BASEMENT SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fr2mIIAv-Es
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Olivia bucked loose and turned onto her side with half a second to spare. “Good, I wasn’t sure I’d filled up a whole highlight reel yet.” Sue twined a hand in Dare’s blonde locks and dragged her upright just to secure a Front Facelock. Strengthening her control with a tug of British waistband, Susan backed to the edge of the ring and carefully climbed into a seat on the top strand. Feet braced on the second rope, she pushed off and swung around in a gorgeous half circl-NO! Olivia cinched her arms around the champ’s waist and spun through the rest of the rotation so that Burlingame came down where she started, albeit not in the ropes. In truth ‘came down’ was a bit of an exaggeration, Sue’s boots barely touched the canvas before Olivia got low and bridged backward to THWHAM her opposition against the deck with a Northern Lights Suplex!
Castle dove in to make the count and was once again denied because Dare rolled over the downed Courtier to regain her feet while Susan was still stretched out flat. Looking far more vindictive than usual, the Oncoming Storm leapt straight up and came down with both boots THWHUMPING her rival’s chest! Olivia in a rough straddle atop Sue’s belly, all the better for her to hook one leg and lean all the way forward while Nick finally counted…
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX & DOUBLE FOOT STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhGBnl2RfBg
ONE…
TWO…
Burlingame kicked Olivia off just enough to shift a shoulder off the deck.
Dare grabbed both wrists of the champion.
“Let’s put something else on that highlight reel,” the Blackbird growled.
Sliding back to a seat on the canvas while pulling Susan up to one, using the Ace’s wrists as handles, Dare pushed her soles into the inner side of Sue’s tawny thighs. With a half grin, half sneer, Olivia pushed outward with both stems, forcing Susan’s out all the farther, Dare implementing one of the several versions of the Wishbone she had available in her arsenal.
Sue winced through the first few extensions but with Liv pushing her to a full set of splits she yelped in pain, grasping at her groin muscles on either side.
“Not as limber as you used to be, eh luv?” Olivia taunted, pushing onward, drawing another howl from the Courtier.
Susan tried to roll backward and out of the leg stretching predicament but Olivia’s handles prevented the escape and, in fact, Dare pulled Burlingame toward her, giving up the wrists to secure a Front Facelock.
“Remember when I said you’d submit?” the Storm added. “Now’s the time.”
The Chasers seemed to agree as they picked up the ‘TAP!’ chants the Gamebreakers used earlier in support of their favorite.
With her hands freed, Sue alternately pounded rights and lefts into Liv’s ribs. The wear and Burlingame’s stubborn refusal to give up her reign, convinced Olivia something more was needed.
She whipped back from her seated position and PLOWED Sue’s forehead into the deck with a makeshift DDT. Dare got surprising force into the low-rise version of the attack and a dazed Ace flopped absently onto her back. Olivia spread her body atop in a Lateral Press, hooking Susan’s far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Again, Burlingame kept the Court in possession of FAWN’s big prize by slipping a shoulder off the canvas if only by a few inches.
Olivia rose to her haunches, momentarily giving Susan a nod of acknowledgement before unleashing a wicked open hand that CRACKED into Susan’s bronzed belly, leaving a pink handprint on the champ’s abs.
The sting woke Sue from her stupor, the Courtier reflexively rising to a seat in response. She delivered a return forearm that swiveled Dare’s noggin, nearly knocking the Brit over. As Liv cleared her head with a rattle of her noggin, Burlingame clambered to vertical, snatched Dare by her locks, and pulled the Blackbird there as well.
But before Susan could fully turn the tide, Dare snapped a flashing Toe Kick to Sue’s already tingling tummy. Quickly, Olivia tugged Susan’s lowered head between her sinewy stems and wrapped her arms around the champ’s midriff. Showing the strength packed into her slender frame, the Oncoming Storm ripped Burlingame off the deck, flipping her over a shoulder and catching Susan’s frame behind her.
With a wide-eyed Sue shaking her head, knowing what she’s about to be force-fed, Olivia completes the Gory Special Faceplant, POUNDING the title holder into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
GORY SPECIAL FACEPLANT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJIM_wCqioE
Olivia spun to collect what’s left and turned the Ace over, rolling up both limp legs, turning the champ into a cradled ball for the turnover of the World Championship at…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Susan sprang loose with a pelvic thrust and a push of her legs, flopping to her side. Next to her Liv fumes silently, her face turning rosy from frustration at being so close to another title reign.
“You’re going to make me keep my promise, aren’t you?” she asked in angry grunts. “I can respect that. If you want to scream your surrender, that’s what you should be allowed to do.”
Olivia pushed to her feet and snatched Susan’s left ankle with one hand, raising the other to the cheers of the Storm Chasers. Dare dipped to swing Susan’s captured limb behind her neck in preparation for the Oli-viaticum.
But before the Brit could get it locked, Burlingame thumped her still free right heel into Olivia’s ribs, three, four, five times with the desperation of a woman who’d tapped more than once to the devilish maneuver outside of Orlando.
The battering forced Dare to release and stagger away, body crumpling slightly toward the attack point as she stumbled to the ropes for a breather. An adrenaline-filled Susan pushed up from all fours and rushed the slightly turned Storm.
Olivia was more ready than it appeared however, as she dipped and sent Burlingame hurtling over the cables. Sue reached out, grasping the top rope to keep from flying to the floor. Dare, her back pointed to Burlingame, presumed that’s where the champ landed. She learned differently when Susan reached cupped hands over her head and under her chin from behind and drew Dare’s head back. Dropping to the cement below, the Ace hot-shots the back of Liv’s neck across the uppermost cable, sending the Blackbird lurching forward in pain.
Burlingame slid back into the ring and stalked the wobbling Dare. The Ace wrapped an arm around Olivia’s throat from behind in a backhand grip and drew her foe back in an arch. Launching the Storm, Susan raised the Brit high, Liv’s boot soles pointed to the rafters, before dropping Dare on her skull with a Reverse Implant DDT.
REVERSE IMPLANT DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3lUP9Wp4Tw
Sue dove across the prostate form of the challenger and picked up the shocking…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Olivia kicked her way free, showing she’s not ready to fade like a hothouse flower under Burlingame’s attack. The Blackbird flopped to her side as Susan rose to a seat and swept her long dark locks off her face.
Burlingame, apparently unfazed about how she kept her title reign intact, reached behind her and sank her nails into Olivia’s scalp. As Sue turned and rose, she tugged the dazed Dare up with her. Dipping, the Rainmaker swung an arm between Liv’s legs and popped the slender Dare across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry.
Olivia landed one piston-like elbow to Sue’s temple before Burlingame flushed her foe off the back side, holding onto Olivia’s braincase over her right shoulder and drawing the Englishwoman’s face into bended knee when Burlingame genuflected and delivered the bony cap right between the dark eyes of the Storm with her Ace of Aces.
ACE OF ACES @ 00:15
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
Olivia’s noggin snapped back and, momentarily, she remained upright, eyes rolling white as she floundered and finally fell into a wide spreadeagle.
Sue was upon her at once, the World Champ crashing down on ‘Liv’s midsection with a miniature Splash she promptly transitioned into a Crossbody pin good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Storm surged once more, getting a shoulder off the mat before Nick could count her down. Burlingame offered no opinion on the ref’s count, rather she swung around behind Dare and dropped to a knee. Extending one arm to the woozy challenger, she beckoned Olivia forward and muttered, “Get your ass up, baby. Get up and face the champ!”
The Englishwoman clambered to verticality after several seconds, though her wobbly knees and back-to arrangement told the FAWNatics she wouldn’t be there for very long. Pushing up ever so slightly, the Rainmaker let out a low whistle then sprang straight up the moment Olivia turned in her direction. Already stretched out full length, Sue laced her hands around Dare’s head and ‘OOOOOOHHH!’ Olivia caught Burlingame in a Waistlock and popped her hips to THAWHAM Susan down on the back of her head and shoulders with a German Suplex from deep in left field!
Too exhausted to maintain the bridge, Dare rolled to one knee, plunged both hands into Sue’s hair and hauled her to hands and knees, all the better to reel her into a Standing Headscissors. No clever observations from the challenger, not when a second run with the World Title was so bloody close. Cinching her arms around Burlingame’s midsection, the Blackbird spun / lifted Susan up onto her shoulders only to PLANT her on the deck with a gorgeous, albeit exhausted Powerbomb!
The maneuver left Burlingame folded in half, but rather than try for a pin Olivia hoisted her brunette up just enough to deposit her on all fours once again. Rearing back on her haunches more on instinct than initiative, the heiress registered ‘Liv’s presence as nothing more than a looming shadow until the Briton hopped forward and THWHACKED her right knee into Burlingame’s forehead!
POWERBOMB TO BICYCLE KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FjhQAxJEAY
Sue’s head snapped back with the impact but she didn’t go down because ‘Liv snatched a handful of hair and draaaaaaaagged her to boot-leather. Switching her grip to Sue’s left leg to keep Nick from complaining, Olivia lifted the limb to waist-level, then dipped and spun beneath it to catch Burlingame in a snug Standing Cradle when she stood up. A Front Facelock rendered the Ace effectively helpless, thus explaining the hard smile on Dare’s face when she dipped her knees and muscled Sue directly overhead. With the champ reduced to little more than luggage, Olivia twisted around in a quick circle and laid out flat to THAWHAM Burlingame’s skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a resounding Quatermass Buster!
QUATERMASS BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7L3Pt-G7o9U
Olivia floated into a cover immediately thereafter, the bendybacked veteran taking no chances with the double-legged Back Press that pointed Sue’s rump at the rafters for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
A cacophonous roar from those assembled when Susan kicked out with no more than a whisper to spare! Eyes wide with incredulity, Olivia got to her feet and showed three fingers to Castle, who responded with two. Setting her disbelief aside for the sake of gold, Olivia took a look around to catch her breath and ascertain her options. The corner behind Burlingame gave the blonde an idea that she acted on after a quick check to ensure the Courtier wasn’t in any danger of rising soon. Making her way to the corner, Dare slipped through the ropes and climbed to the penthouse, where she settled into deep, expectant crouch.
“On your feet, Susie.” Olivia said softly. “I want you standing when the end comes.”
Crowd noise meant there was no way for Burlingame to hear the challenger’s demand, yet she started to roust herself within five seconds or so. Alarmed by the Englishwoman’s absence the instant she reached her feet, Sue whipped around and-- the Oncoming Storm came down from the sky like a lightning bolt, Dare leading with her left elbow to NO! Burlingame threw herself forward into a desperation tuck ‘n roll that let her keep her head for at least another few seconds. As for Olivia, she adjusted in mid-air to hit the canvas in a rough tumble that brought her back to verticality on the far side of the ring.
Not about to let up when she had the World Champ reeling, Dare charged across the canvas thinking Europ--THWHACK! Susan met her with a flawless Super Kick, the sole of the Ace’s boot just crashing offa the Briton’s chin.
SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wo8JPMyYu58
Olivia stumbled in a whole field fulla fencepost holes but she didn’t actually go down so Burlingame whipped around, hit the ropes and came straight at the challen--Dare stuffed both hands into the American’s tummy and popped Sue up, not by a whole lot, but more than enough to THWHAP her chin with the European Uppercut she’d been denied moments prior.
POP-UP EUROPEAN UPPERCUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vzWAeho_NIc
Sue landed on her feet looking ricketier than ever, a condition Olivia chose to remedy by racing at the strands and NO! Susan shot the challenger up with an answering pop-up, then ‘rounded on her heel, caught the blonde’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on her back to THWHONK Dare flat on her face with the Ace Crusher!
POP-UP ACE CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EX4TiWDPJDs
Still holding her foe’s throbbing noggin, Susan somersaulted into a seat on Olivia’s back to convert the Three Quarters Facelock to the Inverted variant that trapped Dare’s chin beneath her right armpit. Already CRAAAAAAAAAAANKING back on the stretch, she quickly draped ‘Liv’s left arm over her knee to secure the Root of All Evil.
ROOT OF ALL EVIL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rXA65SeGrd8
“GOTCHA BABY!” Susan roared as she poured power into the agonizing hold. “NOW TAP OUT OR PASS OUT!”
“AAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!” Dare lifted her free hand off the mat to wave a ‘no, no, no!’ to Nick only to brace it to relieve the very worst of the torque. Even so, the Oncoming Storm was wrenched in a tipped over ‘L’ shape near the dead center of the ring.
Teeth bared as she bore down on the hold, Sue bounced in place, just driving her tush into Olivia’s bent back. “I said give it up, sweetie. Before I lose my patience.”
“Puuuuhhhh… piss off, slag.” Dare growled, bicycled her legs and clawed at the mat to move a few inches closer to safety. “Yuuuuhhhh…. you’re gonna lose a lot more than patience before OOOOOOHHHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAHHHHD!”
Susan slid back so that she was sitting on Olivia’s butt, an adjustment that earned a groan of sympathetic anguish from the FAWNatics. “Ask her!” Burlingame said to Castle.
“What do you say, Olivia? Want me to--”
Dare slapped the mat, then reached up and swatted the Ace’s shoulder to make sure there was no confusion. “Submit! I submit, Sue!”
Burlingame released the Clutch at the sound of the bell, allowing both wrestlers to slump forward in exhaustion while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL FAWN World Champion… SUE BURLINGAME!”
Managing a smile at the sound of her name, Sue shifted her weight so she could hook Dare in a Half Nelson and roll her onto her back. Then she slid forward and settled down, the fork of her crotch resting snug against the Englishwoman’s chin. Hands on her thighs, the Rainmaker murmured, “Nice try, ‘Liv. You came this close!” she tapped the tip of Dare’s nose to emphasize the point. “But I’m still the Ace. Work your way up and I’ll let you try again.”
Olivia growled, pushed up against the mount, but couldn’t get loose. “Bask while you can, Susan. I’ll remember this the next time we cross patMMMHHHHH!”
Sue brought her thighs together, effectively smothering the challenger for a few seconds. “I could make it so you don’t remember, ‘Liv. And part of me really, REALLY wants to make sure you don’t, but in this case…” Sue bounced to her feet, took the title from Castle and planted a boot on the blonde’s fluttering chest. She raised the belt high overhead and grrrrrrrround her sole against Dare’s top. Looking down at the becalmed Storm she teased, “I want you motivated for a rematch, which means you need to be awake!”
Olivia said nothing, just grimaced and endured the boot grind while Susan used her as a pedestal.
“In case you need reminding,” Burlingame draped the belt over her shoulder and slapped the faceplate, “don’t EVER bet against the Ace.”
The roar for her name was followed by another crash of throat-born thunder when the speakers produced the somnolently aggressive drumbeat of Hooverphonic’s ‘2Wicky’. And the auditory storm raged all the louder once the lithesome Englishwoman appeared atop the stage to greet her fans with an index finger raised high overhead.
OLIVIA DARE:
For her first shot at the Big Belt in over a year, the first bendyback Champion of the modern era wore a pair of stormy black bikini briefs edged with silver trim and cut high enough to offer the audience a tantalizing view of her sculpted hips, thighs and calves. The top half of her ensemble included a strappy bikini top, also done in black and edged with silver. Short black wrestling shoes and silver knee and elbow pads rounded out the rest of her outfit. Thanking the crowd with a quick nod, the Oncoming Storm started down the aisle, Olivia offering palms and smiles to all those that reached in her general direction. She was almost to the foot of the aisle when she paused to note a sign:
TONIGHT THE ACE GETS LOST IN THE STORM!
“Yes she will.” the former World Champion agreed. “And the cost of her freedom is nothing less than ten pounds of leather and gold.” Terms set, Dare made her way to the ring where she strode up the steps, glided out onto the apron and set her back to the strands. Gifting the whole of the arena with a grin as she draped her arms over the top rope, Olivia dipped her knees and tumbled backward to land on her feet as her anthem reached a crescendo.
“Hope you’re properly recovered, Nicholas.” Dare noted as she offered the referee her knees and elbows. “I’d hate you think you’re attempting to maintain order between Susan and I at less than one hundred percent.”
Castle approved the challenger’s pads, then replied, “I’m doing ok, ‘Liv. Long as you two don’t try to dump me on my head, I’ll be fine.”
Olivia smiled as she backed into the far corner. “No promises, good sir. The World Title does hang in the balance, after all.”
Nick sighed, turned his attention to the stage just as the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Stovington Vermont, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds! Representing the Black Court she is only the fourth Three Time World Champion in FAWN history. I give to you THE ACE…SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
Already on their feet for Olivia, the army gathered for March to War raised another massive battle cry when ‘Crown on the Ground’ barged its way into the arena. Shortly thereafter the Ace of the Black Court stepped into view and stretched her arms in a wide ‘T’ to call forth a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro.
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPoIznBujEA
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
For the first title defense in the third act of her golden legacy, Susan sported a snug black tank-top that simply read ’Three Time, Three Time, Three Time’ Lips curved in a slight smile, Burlingame grabbed the bottom edge of her top, then paused to let the crowd ‘ooooohhh’ and ‘aaaaaaahhhh’ over the big golden belt strapped around her bronzed waist. Peeling it off shortly thereafter, she tossed the discarded tank-top into the stands, then undid the strap and hoisted it one handed. Doing so got another round of applause from those assembled, though her trademark dark blue two-piece with mellow golden trim probably had something to do with it as well. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look. Eyes lighting up as the FAWNatics broke into a raucous ‘ACE!’ chant, Burlingame dropped the belt over one shoulder and started down the aisle.
Driving a stake through the heart of Adelaide Brewster’s title reign had certainly earned the Rainmaker plenty of goodwill from the crowd and Susan actually swatted a few hands as she closed on the ring, but the Bankable Bombshell was still far too snarky to hold back the sass when some of Olivia’s fans offered their opinions on her chances for the match ahead. Putting them in their place with a kiss delivered from fingertips to backside, Burlingame finished up with a dainty middle finger before making a point to pose for a picture with another fan holding a ‘Rainmaker’ sign aloft.
After that she bounded the rest of the way to the ring, dove under the bottom rope and popped to her feet. Title hoisted high, she strode toward Olivia and would’ve gone nose to nose with the Brit if Castle hadn’t gotten in the way. Smirking as she backed up, Sue handed the belt to Nick and said, “Make sure she gets a good look at it. Been so long she’s probably forgotten some of the smaller details.” Nick made no comment though he did show the prize to Olivia before raising it for the fans one more time.
Olivia didn’t rush out of her corner when the bell sounded, only an idiot would’ve attempted a headlong rush against someone like Burlingame, yet the former World Champion did not tarry in the buckles and she certainly didn’t bother taking the long way around, choosing instead a razor-sharp diagonal aimed straight at the opposite corner.
Susan had anticipated just such a reaction because it was her own preferred method of approach, especially against this particular challenger. Closing on the Englishwoman with both hands held just below shoulder-level, Burlingame only started to circle when they’d drawn to within less than a yard of one another.
Dare obliged her this little game, the blonde deciding she’d use the opportunity to scout for weaknesses. “You have no idea how pleased I was when the contract with your name on it arrived in the post.” Olivia said by way of introduction. “I signed it at once of course, though I admit its presence was surprising considering our history.”
The heiress arched an eyebrow. “Why’s that, ‘Liv? You didn’t think I’d go in search of a cupcake for my first title defense, did--”
The Oncoming Storm went low and shot in fast, Dare searching for a Single Leg Takedown the champ avoided by the slimmest of margins. Olivia spun around with another lunge at the ready only to hop backward when she saw Burlingame’s leading knee raised in anticipation of a Super Kick. Smiling faintly when the American lowered her leg, Dare resumed circling, her fingers twitching like a gunfighter’s. “I’ve submitted you how many times now, Susan? A dozen? More? Proud as you are I know it’d positively scald that ego of yours to be crowned the first ‘One and Done’ Three Time Wo--”
Susan lashed out with a lightning-quick Bicycle Kick that would’ve stove Olivia’s chin in if she hadn’t swatted it aside at the last possible second. Gifted the Ace’s back for the briefest of moments, Dare lashed her left arm up and across to THWHAP her bicep against the base of Sue’s skull with a European Uppercut. Burlingame staggered without going down so Olivia spun on her heel, hooked her arms around the brunette’s biceps and dropped forward and down, the crown of her skull pressed to the canvas all to stack Susannah on her shoulders in a Backslide good for…
ONE…
TWO…
Susan somersaulted clear of the predicament, came up on her feet and lashed out with a ‘whicking’ Soccer Kick aimed at the point of Dare’s ja-- the Blackbird stretched herself out flat, then kipped to boot-leather just in time to catch the Courtier in a tight Side Headlock. Bearing down on the hold quite a bit more than usual, Olivia ground Sue’s temple against the point of her hip, then stuffed said hip into the pit of her opponent’s stomach to power the takedown that put Burlingame on her back with a flat ‘BOOM!’
“Style over substance, that’s always been your problem, Susan.” Dare opined as she continued to punish the champ with her Headlock. “Just one of the many reasons I’ve enjoyed stretching you over the last decEERRRRGHH!”
Sue got a hand up under Olivia’s chin and pushed her head back at an awkward angle. The champ’s legs snapped up half a heartbeat later, those coppery stems closing over the Brit’s neck with a soft ‘SMECK!’ A single pulse of her hips was enough to free Burlingame from the Headlock and put Dare on the mat in her place, the sinewy blonde pushing and worrying at the Ace’s encroaching stem.
“I seem to recall the sound of your dainty little paw swatting the mat several times during the course of our respective careers, don’t you, Liv?” Sue raked a hand through her hair, then reached down and patted the other woman’s washboard tummy. “Or how about that show in Leeds back in… what, 2012, I think? When I tapped you out to a Reverse Face Sit half an hour after the whole crowd sang you to the--”
The Bankable Bombshell ended her reminiscences mid-sentence because Dare pushed up on her knee, thus creating enough space for the blonde to turn over onto her stomach. Burlingame cursed, sat up and PWAAAKED a trio of Forearm Smashes into the former World Champion’s back but it wasn’t enough to dissuade Olivia from maneuvering around so she was lined up directly in front of the Ace. Seemingly unfazed by the pressure or the fact that she was essentially blind with her forehead grinding against the canvas, the Oncoming Storm took hold of Burlingame’s ankles and neatly boosted herself into a perfect handst--
Sue hooked her fingers into the leg-holes of those stormy black bottoms and TUGGED them up by a good three or four inches! The wedgie collapsed the headstand in an instant, it also earned the Champion a round of tawdry applause from the crowd and an angry hiss from the challenger. “That better not be the best you brought for me, Liv.” Burlingame flashed a shyt-eating grin as she patted the blonde’s exposed glutes. “Otherwise it’ll be the Casket Match all over ag--”
Olivia put her hands against the sides of Susan’s knees and pressed down until she was able to extract her noggin from the Scissors. Putting one hand back on the American’s crossed ankles, Dare slid forward and planted a knee on Burlingame’s right shin to keep those dangerous legs knotted in place. Sue didn’t much care for the increased strain on her stems so she reached for the Englishwoman’s knee and CRAAACK! Olivia smote the champ’s chest with a thunderous Knife-Edge Chop that would’ve knocked her flat if Dare hadn’t grabbed a double handful of hair. The Blackbird drew Burlingame’s head forward, but instead of slapping on a Front Facelock she pushed back with everything she had to BWUNK the back of Sue’s skull against the thinly-sheathed plywood. Sue groaned and rebounded to something resembling a seated position, albeit one that saw both arms wrapped around her aching head.
Happy to silence the notoriously mouthy heiress, Dare returned a bit of the earlier cattiness with a painful double tweak of Susan’s nipples, then shoved her down with a rough pie-face when the brunette went to swat her hands away! With Burlingame down and at least temporarily preoccupied by her stinging chest, ‘Liv returned her hands to Susan’s knees and pushed down until her legs were straining in a painful diamond shape.
CROSS LEGGED MAT SLAM & LEG SPREAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Io8XhXz8plU
“Do you really think bringing up the Casket Match is a wise move?” Olivia asked after several seconds of hard stretching. “As I recall that was one of your last moments of glory before Sydney Deschain kicked off her retirement tour atop your face… and then Eliza put you to sleep at MaNNNGGHH!”
Susan sat up and THWHACKED a Forearm Smash across Dare’s jaw, though it wasn’t enough to end the Leg Spread. “Watch your mouth, crumpet. Or I’ll stop playing nice and OOOOOHHHHH!”
Olivia halved her control on the brunette’s knees to treat her to a little backhand rap delivered directly between the thighs! It was hardly a gamechanger, but it broke the champ’s concentration long enough for Olivia to scramble up and get around behind. Seizing the Ace’s wrists in both hands, she crossed Burlingame’s wrists over one another and pulled them snug against her throat. The pressure forced Susan to fight to her knees and she would’ve gone on to full verticality if the Briton hadn’t wedged both knees into the small of her back and laid out flat, pulling Susan down atop those pointy joints! Hooking her ankles against Burlingame’s shins to make sure she couldn’t just wriggle free, the Oncoming Storm pulled down on the Straightjacket while jostling her knees up and down to exacerbate the painful arch.
DOUBLE KNEE STRAIGHTJACKET CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGnJD7N0i6k
“Don’t kid yourself, Susie. We both know there’s no such thing as ‘playing nice’ when we share this ring. The simple fact is one of us is going to submit to the other and I’m going to make sure it’s you!”
Spine bent expertly by the Blackbird, Burlingame could do little but grin (more grimace) and bear it, her limbs tied down at every turn by the ingenious invention of Dare. Olivia rattled the Ace, trying to multiply the pain in the aching backbone and limbs of the outspread champion.
Susan’s overturned head gave her a unique angle on Castle’s offer to escape the torture, but Olivia’s dare remained foremost in the Ace’s mind and the tawny-skinned heiress would be damned if she capitulated so quickly.
The champ mewled in anguish knowing she had to outlast her foe and the limbs of the Oncoming Storm finally gave way after a dozen seconds of keeping Burlingame’s mass hovering above her. Dare dropped Susannah to the side, the Courtier ending on her chest. After giving up her grip, Liv hopped to her feet and shook out her limbs, the final one by driving a stomp into the base of Susan’s spine.
Burlingame’s vertebral column twisted into an anguished arc, the Ace grunting as she tried to rise to her feet, nearly buckling after a couple more kicks on the way up from her foe. However, the sturdy heiress fought through Olivia’s efforts and turned to face the Brit, only to get starched by a perfectly timed Super Kick to the chin that CLACKED off the point of Susan’s jaw.
Burlingame’s eyes rolled white, her entire frame clenching. She timbered to the deck, laid out in a starfish. Not one to simply drop to a Lateral Press, Olivia leapt over the splayed Courtier, throwing her legs in front of her and SPLASHING across Burlingame’s midriff with a perfectly placed Senton that sent the air out of Susan’s lungs in a rush. Dare reached back to curl Burlingame into a Cradle as she laid across the champ’s center.
Nick dropped to his chest next to the balled Burlingame, Sue’s shoulders planted, and slapped the canvas for…
ONE…
TWO…
Susan muscled her way out of the slender Storm’s grasp, Olivia popping up to her knees from the force of the Rainmaker’s escape, knowing grin firmly planted, the challenger more aware than anyone what it would take to win against the Court’s most lethal weapon.
A groaning Burlingame, on hands and knees and trying to make space between her backside and the Brit, called over a shoulder.
“Thought you were going to submit me.” Susan complained, the two-count a little too close for comfort this early.
“Don’t take me so literally, luv,” a risen Olivia chuckled. “I can always make you tap. Being World Champ? Anyway. Anyhow.”
Olivia mounted her foe in a forward straddle, Burlingame on all fours and now sorry she hadn’t made better time to the corner. Dare rose off her ‘saddle’ and DROVE the slim curve of her derriere into the base of Susan’s spine with surprising effectiveness, FAWN’s rarest animal, a three-time World Champ, flattened to the deck.
The delighted Dare dipped to pie-face the back of the Ace’s noggin. Humiliation added to pain, Liv took a couple steps to the ropes and leaned into the cables, enjoying the sight of the battered Burlingame, placing Sue within a frame made of her thumbs and forefingers. And when the Black Courtier rolled to a seat, Olivia was ready.
Dare barreled past Susan from behind without leaving a mark. She hit the ropes and rebounded before NAILING the Ace across the clavicle with a Sliding Lariat that left the top dog in FAWN flat on her back.
SLIDING LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWcTlyCovIo
This time Liv passed on the pin, instead moving next to the dazed Burlingame and pushing Susan to her chest. Diving atop Sue’s back, Dare’s legs snaked around the tawny stems of the title holder, slithering around in Grapevines, controlling Susan’s lower limbs.
With the lower half of the Ace eliminated from play, Olivia added a neck-wrenching Chinlock to complete her signature Dare Snare. Once locked, the crowd immediately perked to the possibilities. Particularly when Dare ripped back on her Snare, forcing Susan to gaze into the rafters.
“You know what I can do to you with this.” Olivia grunted, the dirty blonde’s eyes meeting the welling versions of her trapped foe. “And you know how it ends.”
Sue snorted. It’s all she could manage in the way of refusing Dare’s passive-aggressive threat and Castle confirmed to the Timekeeper the Ace wasn’t ready to throw in the towel.
Already pushing Susan’s neck to the snapping point above, Dare widened her Grapevines below, forcing Susannah’s legs away from each other, moving Burlingame closer and closer to a set of angry splits.
But before Liv could get the lower limbs completely outstretched and secure Sue on her chest, Burlingame began rocking from side to side, desperately trying to change an untenable position.
Realizing what the champ had in mind, Olivia tried to remove Susan’s head from her shoulders, bearing down on the Chinlock shouting at the Ace to give. But Burlingame managed to finally roll the duo over in a 180-degree spin. Though still in brutal control, Liv’s shoulders were on the canvas for…
ONE…
TWO…
And Dare was forced to release her Snare on both ends to push out from under Burlingame’s back in the nick of time.
Scrambling to her feet, Olivia easily beat the Ace to vertical, Susan still seated when Olivia came at her from behind with a Soccer Kick aimed at Sue’s right set of ribs. But when Olivia swung her pendulum-like limb toward the target, Susan caught the kick around the ankle and swung Dare’s stem forward, throwing the Blackbird off balance, the Brit collapsing to her back.
Burlingame, Olivia’s right ankle still in her possession, ignored the pain and pushed to her feet. Standing over Dare, the challenger’s right leg raised, Susan leapt forward in a front flip, taking the limb with her, only releasing when she hit the canvas. Dare’s leg snapped back at a nasty velocity and Olivia was quickly grasping at the injured limb, knee ligaments stretched to the limit. The Brit cursed under her breath but still managed to push toward standing.
Unfortunately for the Storm Chasers, Susan’s rolled through her flip and leapt to her boot soles. The three-time World Champion spun on a dime and vaulted off the deck, her right leg leading the way to come CRASHING down across the back of Dare’s neck with a guillotine-like Axe Kick.
AXE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZAH-wewNbjA
The force of the blow PLANTED the Blackbird’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood, but Susan’s not ready to spread the Brit out like butter on a crumpet. Instead, the World Champion headed to the ropes and leapt onto the middle strand, grabbing the top for an instant to balance. Burlingame used the middle cable as a springboard, spinning into a flight over Olivia’s airspace, Susan’s extended left leg CRASHING down across the back of a rising Dare’s neck.
Again Olivia’s mug was pulverized into the unforgiving mat floor. The Storm subsided, Burlingame rolled Dare’s carcass to her back and dropped across the gobsmacked Liv in a Lateral Press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Olivia bridged onto tiptoe and the crown of her skull to force Susan back on her haunches with a full second to spare. “Don’t try that Joshi shyt on me!” the heiress barked even as she SMACKED the flat of her palm against the Englishwoman’s midsection. “Unless, oh, did you want me to test your abs?” Burlingame braced her left knee on Dare’s chest, curled her right hand into a fist and pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED half a dozen high speed punches into the blonde’s belly.
“C’mon Sue, open that hand.” Nick cajoled after several more seconds of these targeted pugilistics.
Burlingame paused, raked a hand through her hair and smiled. “What’s the matter, Castle?” she stuffed an especially hard punch into ‘Liv’s navel. “Worried her soft little abs can’t take championship punishment anymo--”
Olivia swatted the World Champion’s hand away, sat up as best she could and grabbed a whole lotta hair. “Watch your mouth, cow.” Dare growled. “Or I’ll drag your overrated face up and down my washboAAAAARRRRHHHH DIRTY SLAG!”
Grinning despite the threat and the hair-pull, Burlingame stopped punching and started clawin’, the Rainmaker just gouging away between the challenger’s thighs! Surprised into retreat by the trunk work, Olivia jerked free of the brunette’s grip and rolled onto her side with both knees pulled tight against her chest.
“Stay off her trunks, Sue. Neither of you need to work low to win this match.” Castle groused.
Sue batted her eyes at him in the midst of filling both hands with the Englishwoman’s hair. “No we don’t HAVE to, we CHOOSE to because we can’t stand one another!”
On the heels of that explanation the Ace dragged Olivia to boot-leather, spun around behind and caught the Blackbird in a Waistlock. Then she dipped her knees and popped her hips to take Dare up, over and down onto the back of her head with a gorgeous German Suplex! The bridge that followed was high and tight, so Nick swooped into place to count-- Burlingame somersaulted over the vulnerable Briton without breaking her grip to return champion and challenger to verticality. The FAWNatics murmured in anticipation of another Suplex, so they were surprised when the Bankable Bombshell relinquished the Waistlock for a grip on her foe’s left wrist. Sue twisted Dare’s arm in a quick circle, then wedged it behind her right thigh half a heartbeat before she hooked that leg over the blonde’s left thigh.
“Oh ‘Liv, you’re not gonna like this.” Sue leaned across Olivia’s back, took hold of her right arm and pulled it back so she could tuck it away under her left bicep. “Damn, maybe I was wrong about you going soft!” Burlingame teased as she poked the Oncoming Storm’s flank with one teasing index finger. “Lookit all that definition! Waaaaaaaait…”
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yp2CJNo16gA
Sue rocked up n’ down on the Abdominal Stretch, forcing a low, wounded growl from her trapped rival. “You’re not shredded at all, I’m just about to tear ya in half, that’s NGH!”
Olivia prized her trapped hand from behind the champ’s thigh and promptly buried the point of her knee in Burlingame’s tawny thigh. “Break the hold, Susan.” Dare demanded in the midst of working her elbow into the encroaching thigh. “You wouldn’t want an unsightly bruise to remind everyone how I ruined you before I took the World ERRRRHH!”
Sue crooked her right hand into a claw and sank it in deep just above Dare’s right hip. “Leave all the bruises you want, sweetheart. Just know you’re going to kiss them all better before I let you leave the rinNNNRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Olivia lit into Sue’s right thigh with a few more elbow strikes, then raaaaaaaked at that dense meat over and over and ov--“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
Burlingame abandoned the Tummy Claw for a much narrower focus, namely a pincer affixed beneath the challenger’s bikini top. “Hear that, ‘Liv? Sounds like they’re conflicted!” Indeed the arena rang with a two part chorus of ‘TAP!’ and ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ “How’s that make you feel, baby? Some of your most loyal Storm Chasers are worried you’re gonna surrender to nothing more than a titty twister!” Sue twiiiiiiiisted Olivia’s nub a little harder as she glanced in Castle’s direction. “Ask heEEERRRRRGGGHHH!”
Deciding it was time to answer catty with catty, Olivia reached up across her chest and snatched a handful of the Rainmaker’s dark hair. “All right ‘Liv, let that go.” Nick admonished even as Dare pulled hard enough to wrench Susan’s head to one side. Sighing at the lack of response, Castle began to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE!”
Burlingame broke the pincer, raised her right hand directly overhead and THWHUMPED that elbow into her opponent’s exposed flank! The unprotected shot freed Sue’s hair from Olivia’s grasp so the champ hunched a little lower and brought her left leg up ‘n over the base of her opponent’s neck.
OCTOPUS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NWz2Zf6nnhE
“NNNNGGGGGHHHHH GAAAAHHDAMMIT!” Dare moaned pitiably as Burlingame transitioned from the Abdominal Stretch to a gorgeous Octopus.
“Had enough, crumpet?” Sue chided. “Maybe I should twease those tiny little teats again?”
“Try it.” the former World Champion. “Try it and see what happOOOOOOOOOWWWW!”
The curiosity got to be too much for Sue so she went under Dare’s top a second time and twisted like they were battling in a Manhattan penthouse instead of a wrestling ring in front of a sold out crowd. “You’re gonna burst into tears, right?” Burlingame taunted. “That’s your only option at this point, crumpAAAAAAAHHHH F*CK!”
Olivia turned her head into the smooth curve of Sue’s encroaching calf and sank her teeth into the exposed flesh! The Bankable Bombshell pulled her leg away from the Englishwoman’s maw and abandoned her other hooks immediately thereafter to deliver a crude but effective Double Axehandle between Dare’s shoulders. Already sludgy pliable after the time spent in that pair of Stretches, Olivia stumbled forward and collapsed to one knee.
Behind her, Susannah bent down and rubbed at the fresh welt on her calf. More angry than hurt, she straightened up and pivoted so that her right shoulder was pointed at the back of Dare’s skull. That was all anyone got in terms of warning, the Courtier hopped forward on her left foot and THWHACKED her other foot offa the base of her prey’s noggin! Olivia hit the deck in a flat sprawl with Sue dropping beside her so she could shovel the Blackbird onto her back. No Lateral Press this time out, the Ace looped her arms around the blonde’s strong stems and pointed her bum at the lights with a Back Press good for…
ENZU BASEMENT SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fr2mIIAv-Es
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Olivia bucked loose and turned onto her side with half a second to spare. “Good, I wasn’t sure I’d filled up a whole highlight reel yet.” Sue twined a hand in Dare’s blonde locks and dragged her upright just to secure a Front Facelock. Strengthening her control with a tug of British waistband, Susan backed to the edge of the ring and carefully climbed into a seat on the top strand. Feet braced on the second rope, she pushed off and swung around in a gorgeous half circl-NO! Olivia cinched her arms around the champ’s waist and spun through the rest of the rotation so that Burlingame came down where she started, albeit not in the ropes. In truth ‘came down’ was a bit of an exaggeration, Sue’s boots barely touched the canvas before Olivia got low and bridged backward to THWHAM her opposition against the deck with a Northern Lights Suplex!
Castle dove in to make the count and was once again denied because Dare rolled over the downed Courtier to regain her feet while Susan was still stretched out flat. Looking far more vindictive than usual, the Oncoming Storm leapt straight up and came down with both boots THWHUMPING her rival’s chest! Olivia in a rough straddle atop Sue’s belly, all the better for her to hook one leg and lean all the way forward while Nick finally counted…
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX & DOUBLE FOOT STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhGBnl2RfBg
ONE…
TWO…
Burlingame kicked Olivia off just enough to shift a shoulder off the deck.
Dare grabbed both wrists of the champion.
“Let’s put something else on that highlight reel,” the Blackbird growled.
Sliding back to a seat on the canvas while pulling Susan up to one, using the Ace’s wrists as handles, Dare pushed her soles into the inner side of Sue’s tawny thighs. With a half grin, half sneer, Olivia pushed outward with both stems, forcing Susan’s out all the farther, Dare implementing one of the several versions of the Wishbone she had available in her arsenal.
Sue winced through the first few extensions but with Liv pushing her to a full set of splits she yelped in pain, grasping at her groin muscles on either side.
“Not as limber as you used to be, eh luv?” Olivia taunted, pushing onward, drawing another howl from the Courtier.
Susan tried to roll backward and out of the leg stretching predicament but Olivia’s handles prevented the escape and, in fact, Dare pulled Burlingame toward her, giving up the wrists to secure a Front Facelock.
“Remember when I said you’d submit?” the Storm added. “Now’s the time.”
The Chasers seemed to agree as they picked up the ‘TAP!’ chants the Gamebreakers used earlier in support of their favorite.
With her hands freed, Sue alternately pounded rights and lefts into Liv’s ribs. The wear and Burlingame’s stubborn refusal to give up her reign, convinced Olivia something more was needed.
She whipped back from her seated position and PLOWED Sue’s forehead into the deck with a makeshift DDT. Dare got surprising force into the low-rise version of the attack and a dazed Ace flopped absently onto her back. Olivia spread her body atop in a Lateral Press, hooking Susan’s far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Again, Burlingame kept the Court in possession of FAWN’s big prize by slipping a shoulder off the canvas if only by a few inches.
Olivia rose to her haunches, momentarily giving Susan a nod of acknowledgement before unleashing a wicked open hand that CRACKED into Susan’s bronzed belly, leaving a pink handprint on the champ’s abs.
The sting woke Sue from her stupor, the Courtier reflexively rising to a seat in response. She delivered a return forearm that swiveled Dare’s noggin, nearly knocking the Brit over. As Liv cleared her head with a rattle of her noggin, Burlingame clambered to vertical, snatched Dare by her locks, and pulled the Blackbird there as well.
But before Susan could fully turn the tide, Dare snapped a flashing Toe Kick to Sue’s already tingling tummy. Quickly, Olivia tugged Susan’s lowered head between her sinewy stems and wrapped her arms around the champ’s midriff. Showing the strength packed into her slender frame, the Oncoming Storm ripped Burlingame off the deck, flipping her over a shoulder and catching Susan’s frame behind her.
With a wide-eyed Sue shaking her head, knowing what she’s about to be force-fed, Olivia completes the Gory Special Faceplant, POUNDING the title holder into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
GORY SPECIAL FACEPLANT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJIM_wCqioE
Olivia spun to collect what’s left and turned the Ace over, rolling up both limp legs, turning the champ into a cradled ball for the turnover of the World Championship at…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Susan sprang loose with a pelvic thrust and a push of her legs, flopping to her side. Next to her Liv fumes silently, her face turning rosy from frustration at being so close to another title reign.
“You’re going to make me keep my promise, aren’t you?” she asked in angry grunts. “I can respect that. If you want to scream your surrender, that’s what you should be allowed to do.”
Olivia pushed to her feet and snatched Susan’s left ankle with one hand, raising the other to the cheers of the Storm Chasers. Dare dipped to swing Susan’s captured limb behind her neck in preparation for the Oli-viaticum.
But before the Brit could get it locked, Burlingame thumped her still free right heel into Olivia’s ribs, three, four, five times with the desperation of a woman who’d tapped more than once to the devilish maneuver outside of Orlando.
The battering forced Dare to release and stagger away, body crumpling slightly toward the attack point as she stumbled to the ropes for a breather. An adrenaline-filled Susan pushed up from all fours and rushed the slightly turned Storm.
Olivia was more ready than it appeared however, as she dipped and sent Burlingame hurtling over the cables. Sue reached out, grasping the top rope to keep from flying to the floor. Dare, her back pointed to Burlingame, presumed that’s where the champ landed. She learned differently when Susan reached cupped hands over her head and under her chin from behind and drew Dare’s head back. Dropping to the cement below, the Ace hot-shots the back of Liv’s neck across the uppermost cable, sending the Blackbird lurching forward in pain.
Burlingame slid back into the ring and stalked the wobbling Dare. The Ace wrapped an arm around Olivia’s throat from behind in a backhand grip and drew her foe back in an arch. Launching the Storm, Susan raised the Brit high, Liv’s boot soles pointed to the rafters, before dropping Dare on her skull with a Reverse Implant DDT.
REVERSE IMPLANT DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3lUP9Wp4Tw
Sue dove across the prostate form of the challenger and picked up the shocking…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Olivia kicked her way free, showing she’s not ready to fade like a hothouse flower under Burlingame’s attack. The Blackbird flopped to her side as Susan rose to a seat and swept her long dark locks off her face.
Burlingame, apparently unfazed about how she kept her title reign intact, reached behind her and sank her nails into Olivia’s scalp. As Sue turned and rose, she tugged the dazed Dare up with her. Dipping, the Rainmaker swung an arm between Liv’s legs and popped the slender Dare across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry.
Olivia landed one piston-like elbow to Sue’s temple before Burlingame flushed her foe off the back side, holding onto Olivia’s braincase over her right shoulder and drawing the Englishwoman’s face into bended knee when Burlingame genuflected and delivered the bony cap right between the dark eyes of the Storm with her Ace of Aces.
ACE OF ACES @ 00:15
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
Olivia’s noggin snapped back and, momentarily, she remained upright, eyes rolling white as she floundered and finally fell into a wide spreadeagle.
Sue was upon her at once, the World Champ crashing down on ‘Liv’s midsection with a miniature Splash she promptly transitioned into a Crossbody pin good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Storm surged once more, getting a shoulder off the mat before Nick could count her down. Burlingame offered no opinion on the ref’s count, rather she swung around behind Dare and dropped to a knee. Extending one arm to the woozy challenger, she beckoned Olivia forward and muttered, “Get your ass up, baby. Get up and face the champ!”
The Englishwoman clambered to verticality after several seconds, though her wobbly knees and back-to arrangement told the FAWNatics she wouldn’t be there for very long. Pushing up ever so slightly, the Rainmaker let out a low whistle then sprang straight up the moment Olivia turned in her direction. Already stretched out full length, Sue laced her hands around Dare’s head and ‘OOOOOOHHH!’ Olivia caught Burlingame in a Waistlock and popped her hips to THAWHAM Susan down on the back of her head and shoulders with a German Suplex from deep in left field!
Too exhausted to maintain the bridge, Dare rolled to one knee, plunged both hands into Sue’s hair and hauled her to hands and knees, all the better to reel her into a Standing Headscissors. No clever observations from the challenger, not when a second run with the World Title was so bloody close. Cinching her arms around Burlingame’s midsection, the Blackbird spun / lifted Susan up onto her shoulders only to PLANT her on the deck with a gorgeous, albeit exhausted Powerbomb!
The maneuver left Burlingame folded in half, but rather than try for a pin Olivia hoisted her brunette up just enough to deposit her on all fours once again. Rearing back on her haunches more on instinct than initiative, the heiress registered ‘Liv’s presence as nothing more than a looming shadow until the Briton hopped forward and THWHACKED her right knee into Burlingame’s forehead!
POWERBOMB TO BICYCLE KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FjhQAxJEAY
Sue’s head snapped back with the impact but she didn’t go down because ‘Liv snatched a handful of hair and draaaaaaaagged her to boot-leather. Switching her grip to Sue’s left leg to keep Nick from complaining, Olivia lifted the limb to waist-level, then dipped and spun beneath it to catch Burlingame in a snug Standing Cradle when she stood up. A Front Facelock rendered the Ace effectively helpless, thus explaining the hard smile on Dare’s face when she dipped her knees and muscled Sue directly overhead. With the champ reduced to little more than luggage, Olivia twisted around in a quick circle and laid out flat to THAWHAM Burlingame’s skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a resounding Quatermass Buster!
QUATERMASS BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7L3Pt-G7o9U
Olivia floated into a cover immediately thereafter, the bendybacked veteran taking no chances with the double-legged Back Press that pointed Sue’s rump at the rafters for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
A cacophonous roar from those assembled when Susan kicked out with no more than a whisper to spare! Eyes wide with incredulity, Olivia got to her feet and showed three fingers to Castle, who responded with two. Setting her disbelief aside for the sake of gold, Olivia took a look around to catch her breath and ascertain her options. The corner behind Burlingame gave the blonde an idea that she acted on after a quick check to ensure the Courtier wasn’t in any danger of rising soon. Making her way to the corner, Dare slipped through the ropes and climbed to the penthouse, where she settled into deep, expectant crouch.
“On your feet, Susie.” Olivia said softly. “I want you standing when the end comes.”
Crowd noise meant there was no way for Burlingame to hear the challenger’s demand, yet she started to roust herself within five seconds or so. Alarmed by the Englishwoman’s absence the instant she reached her feet, Sue whipped around and-- the Oncoming Storm came down from the sky like a lightning bolt, Dare leading with her left elbow to NO! Burlingame threw herself forward into a desperation tuck ‘n roll that let her keep her head for at least another few seconds. As for Olivia, she adjusted in mid-air to hit the canvas in a rough tumble that brought her back to verticality on the far side of the ring.
Not about to let up when she had the World Champ reeling, Dare charged across the canvas thinking Europ--THWHACK! Susan met her with a flawless Super Kick, the sole of the Ace’s boot just crashing offa the Briton’s chin.
SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wo8JPMyYu58
Olivia stumbled in a whole field fulla fencepost holes but she didn’t actually go down so Burlingame whipped around, hit the ropes and came straight at the challen--Dare stuffed both hands into the American’s tummy and popped Sue up, not by a whole lot, but more than enough to THWHAP her chin with the European Uppercut she’d been denied moments prior.
POP-UP EUROPEAN UPPERCUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vzWAeho_NIc
Sue landed on her feet looking ricketier than ever, a condition Olivia chose to remedy by racing at the strands and NO! Susan shot the challenger up with an answering pop-up, then ‘rounded on her heel, caught the blonde’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on her back to THWHONK Dare flat on her face with the Ace Crusher!
POP-UP ACE CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EX4TiWDPJDs
Still holding her foe’s throbbing noggin, Susan somersaulted into a seat on Olivia’s back to convert the Three Quarters Facelock to the Inverted variant that trapped Dare’s chin beneath her right armpit. Already CRAAAAAAAAAAANKING back on the stretch, she quickly draped ‘Liv’s left arm over her knee to secure the Root of All Evil.
ROOT OF ALL EVIL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rXA65SeGrd8
“GOTCHA BABY!” Susan roared as she poured power into the agonizing hold. “NOW TAP OUT OR PASS OUT!”
“AAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!” Dare lifted her free hand off the mat to wave a ‘no, no, no!’ to Nick only to brace it to relieve the very worst of the torque. Even so, the Oncoming Storm was wrenched in a tipped over ‘L’ shape near the dead center of the ring.
Teeth bared as she bore down on the hold, Sue bounced in place, just driving her tush into Olivia’s bent back. “I said give it up, sweetie. Before I lose my patience.”
“Puuuuhhhh… piss off, slag.” Dare growled, bicycled her legs and clawed at the mat to move a few inches closer to safety. “Yuuuuhhhh…. you’re gonna lose a lot more than patience before OOOOOOHHHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAHHHHD!”
Susan slid back so that she was sitting on Olivia’s butt, an adjustment that earned a groan of sympathetic anguish from the FAWNatics. “Ask her!” Burlingame said to Castle.
“What do you say, Olivia? Want me to--”
Dare slapped the mat, then reached up and swatted the Ace’s shoulder to make sure there was no confusion. “Submit! I submit, Sue!”
Burlingame released the Clutch at the sound of the bell, allowing both wrestlers to slump forward in exhaustion while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL FAWN World Champion… SUE BURLINGAME!”
Managing a smile at the sound of her name, Sue shifted her weight so she could hook Dare in a Half Nelson and roll her onto her back. Then she slid forward and settled down, the fork of her crotch resting snug against the Englishwoman’s chin. Hands on her thighs, the Rainmaker murmured, “Nice try, ‘Liv. You came this close!” she tapped the tip of Dare’s nose to emphasize the point. “But I’m still the Ace. Work your way up and I’ll let you try again.”
Olivia growled, pushed up against the mount, but couldn’t get loose. “Bask while you can, Susan. I’ll remember this the next time we cross patMMMHHHHH!”
Sue brought her thighs together, effectively smothering the challenger for a few seconds. “I could make it so you don’t remember, ‘Liv. And part of me really, REALLY wants to make sure you don’t, but in this case…” Sue bounced to her feet, took the title from Castle and planted a boot on the blonde’s fluttering chest. She raised the belt high overhead and grrrrrrrround her sole against Dare’s top. Looking down at the becalmed Storm she teased, “I want you motivated for a rematch, which means you need to be awake!”
Olivia said nothing, just grimaced and endured the boot grind while Susan used her as a pedestal.
“In case you need reminding,” Burlingame draped the belt over her shoulder and slapped the faceplate, “don’t EVER bet against the Ace.”