Post by dsb on May 13, 2019 18:06:01 GMT
The raucous bacchanal of Spring Break had almost run its course, yet the FAWNatics let loose with a thoroughly energized cheer when the Arena was plunged into gloom. The speakers soon joined in their revelries, adding a wailing chant and a simple two-part palm-powered percussion. Two parts soon became three which became who knows how many when the capacity crowd lent their hands and feet to the effort. The clap-along was about twenty seconds old when the lyrics joined in.
LIGHT 'EM UP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7YM9gAVeMs
Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
And besides in the mean, mean time
I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart
Spotlights zeroed in on the stage and several points throughout the arena yet the woman in question remained hidden, save for a half dozen identically lissome shadows closing in on the ring.
I'm in the de-details with the devil
So now the world can never get me on my level
I just gotta get you off the cage
I'm a young lover's rage
Gonna need a spark to ignite
Every FAWNatic in the building (and countless more around the world) lent their voices to the incantation that would summon the Blonde with the Iron Fists..
‘MY SONGS KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN THE DAAAAAAAAAAARK…’
‘SO LIGHT ‘EM UP!’
The lights exploded, illuminating Mercy Ellis standing center stage in all her heavy-handed, icy-eyed glory. For tonight’s war against arguably one of the best wrestlers in the world, the Heartless Wonder wore dead black bikini bottoms and matching sports bra, black boots with white shin-guards and a battered pair of MMA-style striker’s gloves. And as was her custom, the blonde’s hair was pulled back in a sleek, swishy ponytail that fell halfway to the small of her back.
The lightweight stalwart was more than halfway down the aisle when the Announcer found his words. "Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing, currently making her way down the aisle, hailing from Cedar Hill Ohio, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is the Heartless Wonder, the Assassin, she is… MERCY ELLIS!”
MERCY ELLIS:
As economical in her movements as ever (despite the fact this marked her first pay-per-view Main Event in her tenure with the company) Ellis didn’t raise so much as a finger to acknowledge the introduction, though she did tip a quick nod in the direction of proclaiming:
IRON FISTS TRUMP GOLDEN GIRLS ANY DAY!’
Up the steps by the start of the second chorus, Mercy wiped her boots on the apron, then dipped through the ropes and made her way to the center of the ring. Pivoting to face the hard camera, she tapped her heart twice, then pulled an index finger across her throat to warn the woman behind the curtain just who waited for her in the squared circle.
Nick Castle was inspecting the challenger‘s pads and boots when the Announcer began again, “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 the three time, three time, THREE TIME FAWN World Champion! I give to you THE ACE…SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
Still on their feet in the wake of Mercy‘s Arrival, a giddy throng of Spring Breakers 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 tonight‘s defense 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. Smirking the tiniest bit as the FAWNatics broke into a raucous ‘ACE!’ chant, Burlingame dropped the belt over one shoulder and started down the aisle.
Hanging a hard-fought ‘L’ around the neck of career rival Olivia Dare had been an excellent way to kick off her latest reign, yet Burlingame wasn’t even close to satisfied, thus her campaign for a match against a woman who’d been leaving bruises all over her adversaries for more than a decade. Almost breathless with anticipation for the looming showdown, Susan remained uncharacteristically silent on approach, though she did find the time to kiss her fingers and swat her rump when one aisle-side fan noted ‘Mercy’s gonna kill you!’
Eyes tossing sparks as she neared the squared circle, Burlingame dove under the bottom rope and popped to her feet. Title hoisted to the rafters, she took a step toward Mercy, then bent deep and laid the ten pounds of leather and gold on the mat at her feet.
“I know you want it, tuff girl.” she told the challenger. “You want it more than maybe any other chick in that locker room. So this is me saying, you want it? Take it from me. If you can.”
Sue invited her to accept the offer then and there, but Ellis only said, “Go ahead and practice picking that up, rich girl. Because you’re going to hand it to me after the bell. Assuming I haven’t knocked your ass right the hell out.”
Burlingame snorted and started forward only for Nick Castle to step between. “To your corner, Susan. There’ll be time for this soon enough.”
“Not enough time, Nick.” the champ chided as she made her way across the ring. “Not nearly enough time for what I’ve got in mind.”
It was a rare night when Susannah Burlingame wasn’t smirking long before the bell sounded. Babyface or heel, loved or loathed, the Ace of the Black Court did not make it a habit to hide her delight at the punishment she would soon inflict upon the poor unfortunate waiting on the other side of the ring. Such was common knowledge among FAWNatics both dedicated and casual, yet tonight must’ve been very special indeed because that billion dollar smirk was nowhere to be seen. In its place was the faintest curve of her lips, a memory of a smile. Or perhaps a premonition of smiles to come? Whatever you called it, Burlingame’s expression didn’t change when she left her corner en route to a meeting with the Heartless Wonder.
As for Mercy Ellis, she didn’t have the time for smirk, smile or scowl, every bit of her attention was honed on the heiress’ tawny frame and where best to place her fists, feet, elbows and knees for maximum impact. Actually that wasn’t quite true, the limber blonde veteran smiled thinly when she imagined the sound of her punches pik-pak-pekking off the firm expanse of the World Champion’s vaunted midriff. Raising her hands to shoulder-level the instant Burlingame came forward, Ellis matched her opponent’s pace to ensure they’d reach mid-ring within heartbeats of one another.
Slowing as she closed on the challenger, Sue broke with tradition by extending a fist in Mercy’s direction. The Assassin never wavered, she bumped the Courtier’s knuckles with her own and began to cir-- Ellis shot in low, going for Burlingame’s upper thighs! Sue shot her hips back to avoid the throw, then made Mercy pay for it by catching the smaller blonde’s head in a Front Facelock so snug it could’ve doubled as a Guillotine Cho-- Mercy pumped half a dozen quick right hands into Sue’s left flank, the Assassin aiming for and more often than not finding the champ’s kidney. Baring her teeth as those shots slammed home, Burlingame locked her hands and yoked up on the Choke before driving a few stern Kneelifts into her opponent’s cheNO!
Ellis absorbed no more than two shots before she caught Susan’s thigh in a snug grip and kept it there, forcing the Bankable Bombshell to balance on one foot. With one leg caught and both arms occupied, Burlingame was far from helpless, but she wasn’t exactly mobile either. Mercy however had both feet planted flat, so she muscled Sue off the canvas and plowed full speed ahead until she felt Sue’s hunched back ’twang’ against the ropes. Hardly willing to give Sue her leg back without getting something in trade, Ellis hooked a foot over the bottom strand to confirm the break, but rather than actually voice her request she halved the grip on Burlingame’s gam and resumed punching away on the Ace’s ribs.
Regarding the curve of Mercy’s back with a hard ’so, that’s how it is?’ smile, Susan reverted the Guillotine to a plain old Front Facelock so she could spike, then grrrriiinnd the point of one elbow between the challenger’s shoulders.
“All right you’re in the ropes. Both of ya ease off.” Nick Castle said to virtually no reaction. “And don’t gimme any of that I didn’t hear you, shyt. The two of you have more than twenty years combined experience so I know you know I’m serious when I say break those goddamned holds!”
Susan rolled her eyes, but slowly withdrew the dagger of her elbow. “Let go of my leg, Mercy.”
“Let go of my neck, Susan.” Ellis’ reply was slightly muffled.
“How about I start to count and you both let go by four?” Nick didn’t give them time to ponder the offer, he just rattled off the count and sure enough, both ladies released at ‘FOUR!’ In other matches this might’ve meant some separation for the wrestlers, but Mercy made a point of forcing the crown of her skull into Burlingame’s sternum on her way back to full verticality.
Sue didn’t complain, in truth she sounded slightly amused when she said, “Might want to back up a little, Mercy. You’re making it real hard to not slap your face into the upper deck.”
A murmur of excited concern when the Heartless Wonder chested in on the taller woman, Mercy forcing Susan to push back if she didn’t want to get bullied through the ropes. “Why don’t you make me back up, Susie?” Ellis said softly. “Better yet, why don’t you give me your best shot and--”
Castle slipped a hand between those warring tummies and deftly prized them apart. “I said none of that. Back it up, Mercy.”
Mercy frowned, but as bade, moving all the way to the middle so they could pick up where they’d left off. Nick stepped aside shortly thereafter and Burlingame went by without a word, the Rainmaker clearly eager to show the opposition why she was THWHAP! Mercy caught her coming in with a snappy kick to the left thigh.
Such an impact would’ve buckled the legs of most women, but Sue wasn’t most, she was in fact a Three Time FAWN World Champion and she demonstrated her wherewithal by kicking the ol’ holy hell out of Ellis’ left thigh!
Mercy offered her something that was equal parts grimace and grin and just like that the exchange was on, challenger and champion engaging in a brisk, hard-hearted exchange seemingly designed to see who could raise the biggest bruise with the fewest shots. Those strong left legs were still showing nothing but welts when Mercy THUMPED a kick into the Courtier’s ribs, then reset and lashed out with a Roundhouse aimed at Burlingame’s temp--
Sue absorbed it with her forearm, swatted Ellis’ leg down, then drove her right heel into the blonde’s navel like she was trying to pin a bug to a card! Mercy stumbled back a few steps, caught her balance and caught Sue’s ankle immediately thereafter. No hesitation despite her roiled gut, the Assassin slung Burlingame’s leg back the way it’d came and sent it along with a Kneelift that THONKED between the Rainmaker’s eyes! Susan’s head snapped back and she wobbled in place but that wasn’t nearly enough for Ellis so she whipped around in a circle and flicked out her right hand to--CRAAACK!
Sue dipped the Uraken with a whisper to spare and made Mercy pay for the error with a vicious Overhand Slap delivered between the shoulders! Mouthing ‘oooooohhh!’ in the wake of that echoing shot, Burlingame closed in, hooked her arms under the smaller wrestler’s biceps and forced Mercy’s chin into the top of her own décolletage with a Full Nelson. Understandably concerned at the prospect of a Dragon Suplex this early in the match, Mercy leaned forward until she was almost doubled over and stamped forward a little ways, her right arm reaaaaaaching for the prospective safety of the strands.
“Nah, you’re not getting away that easy.” Sue hooked her left leg over the challenger’s thigh and jostled her weight atop Ellis’ back. It wasn’t an Abdominal Stretch, it was however quite uncomfortable and the twined gam meant progress was slowed to almost noth--
Mercy wrenched free of the Nelson, dropped to her tush with both legs threaded around the Ace’s left shin and brought her stems together to send Susan tumbling to the deck with an impromptu Drop Toe Hold. Burlingame’s landing wasn’t pleasant, but it put her within six inches of the bottom rope, so she reached out and-- Ellis stretched out atop her back and spun around in a half circle to interpose her body between Sue and the strands while simultaneously catching her head and left arm in a tight Chancery.
PRO GRAPS!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=263feKRDohs
“Nothing about this is going to be easy, rich girl.” the blonde huffed. “But that doesn’t mean it won’t be fun.” On that ominous note she planted her forehead on the mat and somersaulted into a gorgeous low bridge that yanked Susan’s neck and upper body back at a perilous angle!
MERCILESS CHANCERY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lOBVhsEKKoU
Susan pushed off the canvas to relieve some of the pressure but from the look on her face, it didn’t help much. Firmly in her environment, namely twisting foes into knots until they surrendered, Mercy didn’t appear the woman who for most of her FAWN career couldn’t have cared about title gold.
Remaining elevated and overturned, she wrenched away on the Ace, trying her best to break Burlingame and make her first title reign one with the biggest belt.
Susan’s dark eyes bulged as she fought to survive, plenty in the crowd chanting at her to ‘TAP’. But the heiress hadn’t made it to the rarefied air of three-time World Champ without taking punishment. She pressed to all fours and rolled in the opposite direction of where Ellis continued the struggle to stay in her bridge and dish out her whoop-ass.
Susan broke free and rolled under the ropes, boot soles landing on the floor. The champ worked the kinks out of her neck, the distracted titleholder with her back to the ropes.
Mercy’s on her feet quickly and just as fast reaching through the cables, sinking her nails into Sue’s lustrous mane. She yanked hard enough on the follicles for Burlingame to realize she better follow Mercy’s ‘request’ or risk losing a clump. With the Courtier back on the apron, Mercy leaned the back of her foe’s neck over the uppermost cable and dropped to her knees, hotshotting Susan in reverse. The ropes propelled Burlingame back to the floor, out of control, Sue flying off the ledge and crashing into the steel barricade, gutted by the upper edge. The Ace dropped to her knees, hugging her tawny tummy, cursing under her rasping breath.
Behind her, Mercy climbed through the ropes despite Castle’s plea to the contrary. She launched off the apron with her right knee leading the way. The bony joint CRASHED into the back of Susan’s braincase and, in turn, SLAMMED her face into front uprights of the metal barrier. The crowd groaned in sympathy at the sight, Burlingame puddling to the base of the divider.
Ellis didn’t play to the audience per se, but she held her gaze on them long enough they know to give Mercy the requisite ovation for making one of FAWN’s legends looks less then legendary.
“I’m going to tie you up in knots,” the former MMA star assured her foe, whispering into the Ace’s ear as she hauled the rubbery Burlingame to her feet.
“Guess it’s up to you how many depending on how bad you want to stay champ.”
With a grasp on Susan’s left wrist and shoulder, she aimed the Courtier down the length of the ring and heaved Burlingame on her way, Susan forced to sprint and turn into an atomic detonation of a CRASH into another steel barrier. The Rainmaker arched in agony after the clanging impact, flawless features etched in pain, but remaining upright.
“Impressive,” Mercy admitted, walking after her target and claiming Susan’s by her hair. “But I’ve always been more of a limb woman than back.”
Mercy spun Susan into an Irish Whip under the ropes. She slid in after Burlingame and popped to her feet behind a crawling Sue, the champ trying to make space.
“Going somewhere?” the Assassin asked.
Ellis plucked Sue’s left ankle, lifting the lower limb. She yanked it toward her, dropping Burlingame’s chest to the canvas. Mercy hit the mat soon after, landing on her back and scissoring the captured stem of Burlingame while twisting from side to side, the Ankle Lock forcing Sue’s lids to clench. The Ace bit her lower lip and dug her nails into the canvas, trying to drag the challenger to the ropes for a release. An especially brutal spin of her joint toward the outside broke the seal of silence, Susan yelping in pain, her hands burying in her own locks, pulling to spread the pain.
“There’s a reason Emily was telling you not to give me the shot,” Mercy surmised without any real knowledge. “She knew you wouldn’t know what to do with me.”
“You mean treat you like the trash you aAHHHHH.”
Mercy cut Susan’s insult short with another vile twist and a tightening of her scissors.
“I guess that means the trash is taking you out tonight.”
Burlingame pistoned her free leg into the swallowing Scissors, ramming her boot sole into Mercy’s thigh time after time after time until diminishing returns convinces the Mistress of the Martial Arts to relent and release the ankle Lock, though she did so with a flourish, rising to vertical and whipping the injured limb to the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Susan howled in agony, pulling her left leg close. She used her right to push against the canvas, making it to the ropes and limping her way up them, dark eyes glued to the stalking challenger.
Mercy motioned Burlingame to join her in the middle, too clever to let the Rainmaker use the ropes to support any defense she might have left.
“You never could finish a deal,” Burlingame snarled, shaking out her left stem as best she could then wheeling out from the cables with a significant hitch in her giddy-up.
Mercy feigned some shooting single-legs, Susan biting on each, desperate to make sure her left leg didn’t end up in the specialist’s grasp.
With the Ace over protecting below, Mercy ‘compromised’ and threw her frame into the hobbled Susan, locking up in a Collar-&-Elbow. With her base damaged, Sue’s no match for the grappling of Ellis, Mercy quickly spinning Susan into a tight Side Headlock. She bore down, grinding Sue’s head into her hip, leading her on a trip around the ring, Burlingame limping after her before Ellis shifts her grip, genuflects and flipped her foe to a tailbone-crunching landing. Susan’s face scrunched in discomfort and things got no better when Ellis loaded up a Soccer Kick and she planted boot leather between the champ’s shoulderblades, Burlingame’s backbone again curling into a cruel arch.
Mercy put it into gear, sprinting past Susan and hitting the ropes in front of the Rainmaker before rebounding and RAMMING a Low Dropkick into Burlingame’s bosom, flattening both Susan’s gurls and the Courtier herself, the champ’s back THUMPING against the canvas as she’s laid out by the steamrolling Assassin.
Mercy Ellis wasn’t known for early pin-falls but she attempted one now, the sturdy blonde veteran hooking Susan’s far leg in a snug Back Press that pointed her foe’s into the rafters for…
ONE…
TWO…
Burlingame kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO!’, though Mercy didn’t miss the way her prey immediately turned away and curled up, all the better to massage her wrenched ankle. Honing in on the joint like it was marked with a bulls-eye, Ellis circled around to the champ’s south end, grabbed both feet and took two steps back to stretch those limbs out full length. Sue protested this quite vehemently, in fact she managed to wrest her right foot free almost at once. This led to a few stiff kicks to the challenger’s left thigh, unfortunately it also allowed the Heartless Wonder to double her grip on Burlingame’s left ankle and single sharp twist was more than enough to make Sue pound a fist against the canvas in agony.
“I’m not going to demand you give up.” Mercy’s tone was oddly patient as she shifted her position enough to plant her left foot atop the heiress’ right ankle. “I’m just going to twist, punch, pound and otherwise hurt you until you decide to call it… or Castle does.”
Growling, Burlingame planted her hands against the mat and sat up only to endure another quick twist for her troubles. “Stoppage is the only way you’re beating me, honey.” she grunted. “And you don’t hit hard enough to NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Mercy delivered three quick kicks to the back of her opponent’s left thigh, striking with the toe of her boot to maximize the possibility of raising a bruise. “Lucky we’re not in the octagon.” Ellis chided after half a dozen Toe Kicks. “You’d be behind on the cards. WAY behOFFFHH!”
The Rainmaker slipped her right foot free of the blonde’s trap and this time she drove her answering kick deep into the challenger’s belly. Mercy grunted but didn’t give much in the way of ground or grasp, so Sue kicked her twice more, aiming for Ellis’ navel the way Mercy had targeted her ankle. That last shot doubled the blonde over against her encroaching boot, yet rather than kick her away the Ace reached up with both hands and laced ‘em across the nape of Ellis’ neck. In the next instant she pulled her knees in close and rolled back on her shoulders, all the better to send the Assassin up, over and DOWN to the thinly-sheathed plywood with a Monkey Flip!
The flat ‘thwhump!’ of Mercy’s landing would’ve been enough to get a flashy kip-up from Burlingame under better circumstances, but with her left ankle thoroughly tweaked the World Champ elected to spin around in a half circle without actually getting off her back. As for Mercy, she popped off the mat in relatively short order and rounded on one heel in search of her brunette. Burlingame’s continued presence on the mat caught Ellis off guard for maybe half a heartbeat, more than enough time for Sue to roll back on her shoulders and shoot her legs her legs out, the Courtier’s boots ‘smecking’ around Mercy’s neck. Then she torqued her hips and somersaulted back onto her knees to take Ellis down with an improvised Frankensteiner!
KIP-UP FRANKENSTEINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBJWUTs1jGE
Mercy hit with a groan and rolled through to a slumped seat with one hand pressed to her forehead. As for Susan, she scrambled to her feet and ran the ropes ahead of the blonde, her progress quick enough despite the punishment inflicted on one leg. Head already clearing, Ellis looked up at the sound of approaching footfalls and came to regret it when Burlingame dropped low and THWONKED her good right knee into the smaller wrestler’s forehead! Mercy was knocked flat while Sue skidded through the landing and hurled herself across the prone blonde in a heavy mini-Splash that quickly converted to a Lateral Press good for the…
BASEMENT KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLIWC3_98AQ
ONE…
TWO…
Mercy kicked out half a heartbeat after ‘TWO’. This didn’t surprise Burlingame in the slightest, nor did it stop her from wrapping the blonde’s long braid around her fists when it came time to haul Ellis to one knee. “Off the hair, Sue.” Castle said almost at once. “You know better than--”
Sue cocked her hips away from Mercy, then thumped a medicine ball shot into the Heartless Wonder’s patrician features. Ellis’ head snapped back on impact and she went from one knee to her butt, the challenger saved from an ungainly sprawl by nothing but a well braced right hand.
As for Sue, she’d extricated her own hands from Mercy’s locks and made a quick show of brushing them off on the seat of her trunks. Burlingame opened her mouth for one smart-ass remark or another no doubt, only to pipe down when Ellis made it back to one knee. Determination increasing in direct correlation to Mercy’s own stubborn persistence, Susan ran the ropes for the second time in as many minutes and her weakened ankle must’ve been feeling at least a little better because she somersaulted over the prone blonde and caught her chin in both hands, all the better to THWHONK the back of Ellis’ skull against the mat with a low-flying Blockbuster.
BASEMENT BLOCKBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3bVJv6CccE
No quick pin or theatrics now, the Rainmaker sidled in beside her hurtin’ adversary and jerked her to a seat just to cinch a Bodyscissors around her waist. Ankles hooked tight as she dared, Burlingame curled her left arm around Mercy’s neck and pressed her free hand to the back of her opponent’s skull. Bearing down hard on both ends of the Rear Naked Choke, Susan laid / stretched out on her right side and made a point of enthusiastically dragging her left forearm back ‘n forth across Ellis’ nose and cheek before securing the Choke again.
“Remember what I said about closing a deal?” she taunted after perhaps five seconds. “This is how you do it!” Burlingame emphasized the point with another long constriction of the challenger’s flat midriff.
Ellis didn’t answer, so Castle filled the silence. “What do you say, Mercy? Need me to call for the--”
“This isn’t that kind of match, Nick.” Sue interrupted. “You’re either going to check her wrist three times or stop it on account of blood NNNNGGHH!”
Mercy pounded the point of her left elbow into the meat of Burlingame’s left thigh, then wiggled it around like she was trying to gouge all the way through!
Grin fading, Sue repaid the unkindness with another hard forearm scrub, this one directed entirely at the Assassin’s nose. “That all you got, bytch?” Burlingame snarled. “I was expecting more from EEERRRRGGGHHH!”
Mercy got her left foot up, wedged it against Sue’s crossed ankles and pushed down, paying special attention to that vulnerable left ankle. “I don’t give a shyt about your expectations, rich girl.” Ellis began driving her heel into the heiress’ ankles to encourage her timely release. “All I care about is leaving you facedown with no belt around your waF*CK!”
Burlingame rolled to her knees and released the Choke, a shift that stretched Ellis out flat and-- Mercy threw both arms over the back of her skull to defend against the barrage of forearms she knew was headed her--
‘OOOOOHHHHHHH!’
A heady mixture of incredulity and amusement from those assembled when Susan slid forward so that the fork of her crotch was snug against the nape of Ellis’ neck. Catching the blonde’s wrists to ensure against any hardnosed bullshyt, Susan reminded Mercy (and any other doubters) just why she was the Ace by grrrrrrrrrrrrinding her undercarriage against her rival’s skull.
Hardly blind to the situation, Ellis snarled and twisted, but the resistance only seemed to spur Burlingame to a gaudier display, the three time World Champion fluffing her hair with both hands before reaching back to YANK Mercy’s black togs up between her cheeks! “Not so tuff now, are you ASSassin?” She didn’t give the Heartless Wonder a chance to reply, instead she went back to that grip on Mercy’s ponytail and rolled over onto her butt so she could transition to a perfect Headscissors!
But before Susan could lock her legs around the blonde’s head, Mercy’s noggin in her lap, Ellis used her boot soles to push against the canvas and roll Burlingame onto her shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Forced to give up her plan to crush Mercy’s skull like a walnut, Sue kicked out from under Ellis, shoving the former MMA star to the left as she flopped right, quickly spinning to all fours. Mercy’s on her ass, legs extended, pointed toward the rising Burlingame. Susan pushed to her feet and raced toward her challenger, lifting a knee point toward the chin of the Heartless Wonder.
Mercy pivoted on her cheeks and cleverly used her lower limbs to trip up the charging Rainmaker, Sue dropping to her chest and chin via a perfect Drop Toe Hold. Ellis scrambled atop the downed Burlingame, going full body on body, chest on back, at least as much as the smaller woman could. She SLAMMED heavy right forearms in from the side, THUMPING them into Burlingame’s temple, the champ’s braincase rocked in the opposite direction.
Volley complete, spinning in a tight half-circle, Ellis locked a Front Facelock on the suddenly vulnerable World title holder. Pulling Sue up to her knees as she made her feet, the Assassin lifted knee after knee, the strikes coming in a flurry, Susan’s head snapping back with each blow. After a full half-dozen, Ellis released and stepped back to survey. The glassy-eyed Ace somehow remained on her haunches, head wobbling, arms leaden at her side.
Mercy took a second to pull her trunks from deep between her cheeks, her face twisting in anger and not some discomfort. She moved alongside the wavering Ace and RAMMED a series of kicks to Sue’s chest, the FAWNatics counting along to ‘TEN’ until Burlingame timbered, thighs folding atop calves, her shoulders on the canvas, the Black Courtier blinking at the lights above.
MERCILESS KICKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sl4weTaqbH4
Suddenly, showing an otherworldly refusal to stay down, she elevated back to her knees from the precarious position.
“Not NEARLY enough, bytch,” Sue defiantly rasped.
“OK,” Mercy responded matter-of-factly.
The blonde latched onto Sue’s head and tugged Burlingame to rubbery legs. She set the champ in a wobbly stance in front of her and craaacked her jaw with a pair of backhand strikes, one right and one left, Susan’s head on a swivel before languidly returning to the Heartless Wonder’s gaze. Mercy scooped a palm under her foe’s chin to lift her drooping noggin.
“The rest of us are tired of the Kangaroo Court and the Church of Everlasting Idiots holding the big belt,” Mercy informed. “Luckily, someone picked me to get the job done.”
Ellis violently pirouettes into a Back-Fist that caught Sue flush on the right cheek and, after impact, it’s Burlingame who drunkenly whipped through the spin cycle. She fell into the arms of a dipping and scooping Ellis, Mercy ‘hupping’ Sue onto her right shoulder, in Body Slam position, and carrying the tawny carcass of the waylaid Ace to a corner.
Reaching the buckles, she dropped the pits of Sue’s knees over the uppermost cable and folded the lower half of her foe’s stems so Burlingame was locked in place, the Tree of Woe planted, the overturned Susan hanging limply, her arms barely stirring. The champ tried to crunch her abs to pull herself up, but a stomp from Mercy ended that idea quickly enough.
With Susan’s effort stifled for the time being, Ellis jogged to the opposite corner, tapped the top buckle, and U-turned into a sprint toward the captured Rainmaker. Ellis gave the weakly struggling Burlingame a taste of her Sweet Mercy, NAILING her foe with a flying double knee to Susan’s tawny tummy, gutting the Courtier.
Moaning and limply hanging out to dry, a flagging Susan gratefully accepted Castle’s efforts to unhook her from the Tree and she tumbled to a heap at Nick’s feet. Using the man as both a shield and handholds, a gobsmacked Ace pulled her way up Nick’s legs and chest, threw her arms over Nick’s shoulders and leaned heavily against the zebra.
“Thanks, Nick. I’ll take it and her from here,” Mercy assured from over the man’s shoulder.
She threw the referee out of the way and went nose to nose with the punch drunk Burlingame.
Having a bit of fun before the finish, Ellis spun on a dime and Ponylashed the right cheek of Burlingame, drawing more of a reaction from the crowd, an ‘oh no she didn’ gasp, than from Sue. The next move would be quite different.
Mercy dipped, threw her right arm between Susan’s legs and lifted the nearly dead weight of Burlingame across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. The knowledgeable in the crowd knew very well Sue’s colossal achievement of a trio of World reigns was about to end in a crash-and-burn calamity, Mercy Killed by the Blonde with the Iron Fists.
But before Ellis could heave Sue over her shoulders to a fatal connection of knee to cranium, Sue emerged from her coma, cracking elbow after desperate elbow into the side on the blonde’s braincase until she worked her way out from the Carry, sliding down Mercy’s back.
Landing on her boot soles, Sue swiftly swung her right arm in front of Mercy’s throat in a backhand grip. She tugged the startled Assassin into a Dragon Sleeper position but showed Ellis why she’s a three-time World Champion, mustering enough strength to vault Ellis into an overturned vertical position and SPIKE the back of Mercy’s skull into the deck with an Elevated Reverse DDT!
ELEVATED REVERSE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4gi_HSUmkck
A spent Sue laid next to the splattered and spreadeagled Ellis. She crawled the few inches necessary and dropped her depleted frame in a Crossbody Pin, without the energy to hook a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Mercy shoved a shoulder up, spilling Susan onto her back. And Ellis dragged her carcass in range of Sue, an arm limply lain across Burlingame’s bosom for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Susan rolled to her side to halt Mercy’s game attempt to claim her first reign atop the organization.
Both women ended on their backs in side by side starfish positions, the fingers of Mercy’s right hand and Sue’s left fluttering amidst each other, the only movement.
As the crowd’s booming chants of ‘THIS IS AWESOME!’ rang through the arena, Castle had no choice but to start his ten-count, risking the wrath of the FAWNatics with a double count-out draw.
“ONE… TWO… THREE…. FOUR… FIVE…” Champion and challenger rolled away from the other, planted their hands against the canvas and did their best to make it to all fours. “SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE…”
Susan and Mercy clambered to verticality, stumbled into a sloppy clench and immediately fell to pounding away at the other’s sweat-slathered torso. The monotonous, cruel PWAK of knuckle on meat seemed to promise a grueling stalemate, yet the tableau was less than ten seconds old when Ellis pivoted a hip and THWHUMPED her thigh across Burlingame’s navel.
“F*ck away from me.” the Assassin huffed as she pushed Sue away with a rough pie-facing.
Burlingame bowed up at the blatant disrespect and answered it with an windmilling overhand slap that CRAAAACKED off the blonde’s modest décolletage. Ellis hissed in anguish, then whipped around on her plant foot and lashed out with another Uraken leveled at the Ace’s chiNO! Burlingame dipped *just* enough to avoid the strike, then shot in and pinned Mercy’s arms over her head in the heartbeat when she had free access to the blonde’s back. Fingers laced tight across the base of Mercy’s skull, Sue snapped off a murderously fast bridge to fold the smaller wrestler in half with a ring-shivering Dragon Suplex. Letting the crowd groan for him, Castle dove into place beside his charges to toll off…
DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JdFKfBFI8c
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mercy popped loose and slopped onto her tummy, saving those golden aspirations with a half second to spare.
Her determination was admirable, alas Susan was just as determined to end the aforementioned aspirations as emphatically as possible, which explained the delighted look on her face as she used Ellis’ ears to haul her to verticality.
“So you’re the Blonde with the Iron Fists, huh bytch?” Sue locked her hands behind Mercy’s noggin and pulled her down so she was looking at the mat. “Allow me to introduce myself, I’m the Ace with Titanium Knees!”
A rapid-fire series of left-right-left Kneelifts followed, Burlingame’s tawny glutes churning furiously as she thum-thum-thum-thum-THUMPED shots into the challenger’s exhausted frame. But weary though she was, Mercy Ellis didn’t crumple, she didn’t even drop to one knee. Sue didn’t drop either, though the frustration stamped on her face was equally telling. Breaking the clinch left Mercy swaying like a reed, so the heiress whipped around and raced to the ropes, whereupon she leapt to the middle strand and launched herself backward, Sue twisting in mid-flight for a-- Ellis exploded out of her stupor with a single high Kneelift that THWHUMPED Burlingame flush in the sternum!
MERCILESS REPRISAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Ffel9fnIVs
Hands dropped to her side by the dreadful counter, Sue managed a drunken half circle, not that this was nearly enough to keep Mercy from hooking her right arm through the champ’s thighs. Her left hand cupped Burlingame’s chin and just like that the Bankable Bombshell was stretched across her foe’s shoulders in something that was less a Torture Rack and more of an Inverted Fireman’s Carry. FAWNatics all over the arena were still rushing to get their cameras ready when Ellis flipped Susan offa her shoulders into what would’ve been a perfect back-flip if she hadn’t SPIKED the point of her right knee between the brunette’s eyes!
INVERTED MERCY KILLING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Op60UoGXy7U
Burlingame hit the deck in a loosey-goosey sprawl that got a whole lot tighter when Mercy dropped atop her throat in a ridiculously snug Schoolgirl Pin. Eyes alight as she registered Burlingame’s shallow breath on her trunks, the Heartless Wonder leaned back, caught one leg behind the knee and hunkered forward until her forehead was pressed to the canvas, thus keeping her prey in place for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The champ bucked at the last possible second, the escape so late Castle threw a glance to the Timekeeper to make sure he didn’t ring the bell in error.
Eerily calm amidst the Spring Break chaos, Mercy leaned back on her haunches and indulged in several deep breaths. Eventually she reached over to Sue, plunging one hand into the Ace’s battle damp locks. “So you want to go out on your shield, rich girl? I can respect that. Just know you’re going out in pieces.”
Burlingame pawed at the blonde’s belly, but Mercy paid it no mind as she got to her feet and reeled the taller woman into a Standing Headscissors. From there she cinched her arms around Sue’s waist, flipped her into a slumped seat atop her shoulders and THAWHAMMED her against the thinly-sheathed plywood! Mercy held onto the Waistlock after the Powerbomb folded Burlingame in half so Castle got in position to-- Ellis let out a Valkyrie shriek and hoisted Sue off the canvas, only this time she transitioned from the Powerbomb stall to a Fireman’s Carry and anyone who wasn’t on their feet already joined their fellows in a hurry.
With her arms draped over Sue’s neck and thigh, Ellis turned a full circle to make sure everyone got the best possible angle. Then she dipped down and ‘hupped’ the crippled Courtier off her shoulders, Sue freefalling through a short descent that ended on the curve of Mercy’s kn--’OOOOOOHHHHHH!’
The Rainmaker got both hands between her forehead and that world-killing knee and swatted it down with all the force she could muster! The block didn’t hurt, but it did throw the challenger off balance long enough for Susan to drive a short Headbutt into the bridge of her nose! Ellis stumbled without going down, so the heiress caught her in a quick Front Facelock and slung the near arm over her shoulder. A handful of waistband was all it took to get the Assassin all the way to high noon and from there it was a straight shot back to the canvas, Burlingame kicking her feet forward to THWHONK the crown of Mercy’s skull!
BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=reHRGmTVGok
The Brainbuster would’ve left Ellis stretched out flat if Sue had relinquished the Facelock. Since she did not the challenger was forced to tag along in Burlingame’s wake when the brunette rolled onto her stomach and powered to one knee. Relinquishing her hold on Mercy’s trunks to hook the smaller woman behind her left knee, Susan let out a roar of her own as she dug deep enough to power Ellis up over one shou-- the Ace laid out flat and DROVE the back of Mercy’s head and shoulders into the mat with a Fisherman’s Buster she immediately converted to a Small Package by floating over and hooking her right leg behind the blonde’s near thigh. With the Assassin bundled up tight the FAWNatics joined Castle in tolling the…
SMALL PACKAGE DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rS02e4hz9sM
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Mercy slithered loose, this latest show of resilience earning her roars of disbelief from the thousands in attendance and the millions watching around the globe.
Susannah Burlingame felt the weight of every one of those eyes but rather than collapse under the pressure she flashed a cold, steely grin. “Nice trick, baby. Can you do it again?”
No answer from the challenger not that Sue really cared, she’d already coiled Mercy’s ponytail around her hands so she could haul her to boot leather. Pressing in tight against Ellis’ back, Burlingame wrenched her right arm up in a Chickenwing, then placed her free hand on the base of the other woman’s neck and pressed forward and down to spin Mercy around into a snug Front Facelock. Burlingame reached down with her left arm, caught Ellis’ right leg behind the knee and lifted it off the canvas in an unpleasant cradle. Muscling the Blonde with the Iron Fists off the mat in an almost silence that sounded an awful lot like a suppressed groan, Burlingame snugged the flagging fighter 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 Mercy’s skull against the mat for the third time in maybe a minute!
SPIRIT CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOMWRvdJ7Og
Burlingame finally released her hooks and Ellis stretched out in slow motion, at least until the Courtier swung a leg over and sat down with every bit of her weight atop Mercy’s upturned nose. Too tired to really show her foe the best seat in the house, Burlingame looped her arms around the smaller wrestler’s knees and drew her into a Reverse Matchbook that pointed Mercy’s bundled buns skyward for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Grin growing wider as the bell sounded, Susan leaaaaaaaned back on the pin and nodded along with the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!
With the big gold belt secured for one more night, Sue freed her hands from the Matchbook, then flattened them into paddles and SLAPPED Mercy’s glutes in time with a proclamation of her own. “ONE TIME! (SLA-SLAP!) TWO TIME! (SLA-SLAP!) THREE TIME WORLD CHAMP! (SLA-SLAP!) AND DON’T YOU FORGET IT, BYTCH!”
She CRAAACKED those defenseless cheeks one more time before shoving Ellis aside to scramble to her feet.
Nick was already there with the belt, so she took it with her left and let him raise the right. Standing with one foot planted on either side of the challenger’s hips, Sue found the nearest camera and explained, “Glass jaw, iron fists, steel will, it doesn’t matter to me. Whatever your claim to fame, bring every bit of it if you’re gonna challenge for my World Title. Because if you don’t?”
Sue turned around so her back was to the camera.
Draping the belt over one shoulder she swatted her tush with both hands and explained, “You’ll end up the newest cushion for the Best Seat in the House.”
LIGHT 'EM UP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7YM9gAVeMs
Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
And besides in the mean, mean time
I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart
Spotlights zeroed in on the stage and several points throughout the arena yet the woman in question remained hidden, save for a half dozen identically lissome shadows closing in on the ring.
I'm in the de-details with the devil
So now the world can never get me on my level
I just gotta get you off the cage
I'm a young lover's rage
Gonna need a spark to ignite
Every FAWNatic in the building (and countless more around the world) lent their voices to the incantation that would summon the Blonde with the Iron Fists..
‘MY SONGS KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN THE DAAAAAAAAAAARK…’
‘SO LIGHT ‘EM UP!’
The lights exploded, illuminating Mercy Ellis standing center stage in all her heavy-handed, icy-eyed glory. For tonight’s war against arguably one of the best wrestlers in the world, the Heartless Wonder wore dead black bikini bottoms and matching sports bra, black boots with white shin-guards and a battered pair of MMA-style striker’s gloves. And as was her custom, the blonde’s hair was pulled back in a sleek, swishy ponytail that fell halfway to the small of her back.
The lightweight stalwart was more than halfway down the aisle when the Announcer found his words. "Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing, currently making her way down the aisle, hailing from Cedar Hill Ohio, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is the Heartless Wonder, the Assassin, she is… MERCY ELLIS!”
MERCY ELLIS:
As economical in her movements as ever (despite the fact this marked her first pay-per-view Main Event in her tenure with the company) Ellis didn’t raise so much as a finger to acknowledge the introduction, though she did tip a quick nod in the direction of proclaiming:
IRON FISTS TRUMP GOLDEN GIRLS ANY DAY!’
Up the steps by the start of the second chorus, Mercy wiped her boots on the apron, then dipped through the ropes and made her way to the center of the ring. Pivoting to face the hard camera, she tapped her heart twice, then pulled an index finger across her throat to warn the woman behind the curtain just who waited for her in the squared circle.
Nick Castle was inspecting the challenger‘s pads and boots when the Announcer began again, “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 the three time, three time, THREE TIME FAWN World Champion! I give to you THE ACE…SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
Still on their feet in the wake of Mercy‘s Arrival, a giddy throng of Spring Breakers 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 tonight‘s defense 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. Smirking the tiniest bit as the FAWNatics broke into a raucous ‘ACE!’ chant, Burlingame dropped the belt over one shoulder and started down the aisle.
Hanging a hard-fought ‘L’ around the neck of career rival Olivia Dare had been an excellent way to kick off her latest reign, yet Burlingame wasn’t even close to satisfied, thus her campaign for a match against a woman who’d been leaving bruises all over her adversaries for more than a decade. Almost breathless with anticipation for the looming showdown, Susan remained uncharacteristically silent on approach, though she did find the time to kiss her fingers and swat her rump when one aisle-side fan noted ‘Mercy’s gonna kill you!’
Eyes tossing sparks as she neared the squared circle, Burlingame dove under the bottom rope and popped to her feet. Title hoisted to the rafters, she took a step toward Mercy, then bent deep and laid the ten pounds of leather and gold on the mat at her feet.
“I know you want it, tuff girl.” she told the challenger. “You want it more than maybe any other chick in that locker room. So this is me saying, you want it? Take it from me. If you can.”
Sue invited her to accept the offer then and there, but Ellis only said, “Go ahead and practice picking that up, rich girl. Because you’re going to hand it to me after the bell. Assuming I haven’t knocked your ass right the hell out.”
Burlingame snorted and started forward only for Nick Castle to step between. “To your corner, Susan. There’ll be time for this soon enough.”
“Not enough time, Nick.” the champ chided as she made her way across the ring. “Not nearly enough time for what I’ve got in mind.”
It was a rare night when Susannah Burlingame wasn’t smirking long before the bell sounded. Babyface or heel, loved or loathed, the Ace of the Black Court did not make it a habit to hide her delight at the punishment she would soon inflict upon the poor unfortunate waiting on the other side of the ring. Such was common knowledge among FAWNatics both dedicated and casual, yet tonight must’ve been very special indeed because that billion dollar smirk was nowhere to be seen. In its place was the faintest curve of her lips, a memory of a smile. Or perhaps a premonition of smiles to come? Whatever you called it, Burlingame’s expression didn’t change when she left her corner en route to a meeting with the Heartless Wonder.
As for Mercy Ellis, she didn’t have the time for smirk, smile or scowl, every bit of her attention was honed on the heiress’ tawny frame and where best to place her fists, feet, elbows and knees for maximum impact. Actually that wasn’t quite true, the limber blonde veteran smiled thinly when she imagined the sound of her punches pik-pak-pekking off the firm expanse of the World Champion’s vaunted midriff. Raising her hands to shoulder-level the instant Burlingame came forward, Ellis matched her opponent’s pace to ensure they’d reach mid-ring within heartbeats of one another.
Slowing as she closed on the challenger, Sue broke with tradition by extending a fist in Mercy’s direction. The Assassin never wavered, she bumped the Courtier’s knuckles with her own and began to cir-- Ellis shot in low, going for Burlingame’s upper thighs! Sue shot her hips back to avoid the throw, then made Mercy pay for it by catching the smaller blonde’s head in a Front Facelock so snug it could’ve doubled as a Guillotine Cho-- Mercy pumped half a dozen quick right hands into Sue’s left flank, the Assassin aiming for and more often than not finding the champ’s kidney. Baring her teeth as those shots slammed home, Burlingame locked her hands and yoked up on the Choke before driving a few stern Kneelifts into her opponent’s cheNO!
Ellis absorbed no more than two shots before she caught Susan’s thigh in a snug grip and kept it there, forcing the Bankable Bombshell to balance on one foot. With one leg caught and both arms occupied, Burlingame was far from helpless, but she wasn’t exactly mobile either. Mercy however had both feet planted flat, so she muscled Sue off the canvas and plowed full speed ahead until she felt Sue’s hunched back ’twang’ against the ropes. Hardly willing to give Sue her leg back without getting something in trade, Ellis hooked a foot over the bottom strand to confirm the break, but rather than actually voice her request she halved the grip on Burlingame’s gam and resumed punching away on the Ace’s ribs.
Regarding the curve of Mercy’s back with a hard ’so, that’s how it is?’ smile, Susan reverted the Guillotine to a plain old Front Facelock so she could spike, then grrrriiinnd the point of one elbow between the challenger’s shoulders.
“All right you’re in the ropes. Both of ya ease off.” Nick Castle said to virtually no reaction. “And don’t gimme any of that I didn’t hear you, shyt. The two of you have more than twenty years combined experience so I know you know I’m serious when I say break those goddamned holds!”
Susan rolled her eyes, but slowly withdrew the dagger of her elbow. “Let go of my leg, Mercy.”
“Let go of my neck, Susan.” Ellis’ reply was slightly muffled.
“How about I start to count and you both let go by four?” Nick didn’t give them time to ponder the offer, he just rattled off the count and sure enough, both ladies released at ‘FOUR!’ In other matches this might’ve meant some separation for the wrestlers, but Mercy made a point of forcing the crown of her skull into Burlingame’s sternum on her way back to full verticality.
Sue didn’t complain, in truth she sounded slightly amused when she said, “Might want to back up a little, Mercy. You’re making it real hard to not slap your face into the upper deck.”
A murmur of excited concern when the Heartless Wonder chested in on the taller woman, Mercy forcing Susan to push back if she didn’t want to get bullied through the ropes. “Why don’t you make me back up, Susie?” Ellis said softly. “Better yet, why don’t you give me your best shot and--”
Castle slipped a hand between those warring tummies and deftly prized them apart. “I said none of that. Back it up, Mercy.”
Mercy frowned, but as bade, moving all the way to the middle so they could pick up where they’d left off. Nick stepped aside shortly thereafter and Burlingame went by without a word, the Rainmaker clearly eager to show the opposition why she was THWHAP! Mercy caught her coming in with a snappy kick to the left thigh.
Such an impact would’ve buckled the legs of most women, but Sue wasn’t most, she was in fact a Three Time FAWN World Champion and she demonstrated her wherewithal by kicking the ol’ holy hell out of Ellis’ left thigh!
Mercy offered her something that was equal parts grimace and grin and just like that the exchange was on, challenger and champion engaging in a brisk, hard-hearted exchange seemingly designed to see who could raise the biggest bruise with the fewest shots. Those strong left legs were still showing nothing but welts when Mercy THUMPED a kick into the Courtier’s ribs, then reset and lashed out with a Roundhouse aimed at Burlingame’s temp--
Sue absorbed it with her forearm, swatted Ellis’ leg down, then drove her right heel into the blonde’s navel like she was trying to pin a bug to a card! Mercy stumbled back a few steps, caught her balance and caught Sue’s ankle immediately thereafter. No hesitation despite her roiled gut, the Assassin slung Burlingame’s leg back the way it’d came and sent it along with a Kneelift that THONKED between the Rainmaker’s eyes! Susan’s head snapped back and she wobbled in place but that wasn’t nearly enough for Ellis so she whipped around in a circle and flicked out her right hand to--CRAAACK!
Sue dipped the Uraken with a whisper to spare and made Mercy pay for the error with a vicious Overhand Slap delivered between the shoulders! Mouthing ‘oooooohhh!’ in the wake of that echoing shot, Burlingame closed in, hooked her arms under the smaller wrestler’s biceps and forced Mercy’s chin into the top of her own décolletage with a Full Nelson. Understandably concerned at the prospect of a Dragon Suplex this early in the match, Mercy leaned forward until she was almost doubled over and stamped forward a little ways, her right arm reaaaaaaching for the prospective safety of the strands.
“Nah, you’re not getting away that easy.” Sue hooked her left leg over the challenger’s thigh and jostled her weight atop Ellis’ back. It wasn’t an Abdominal Stretch, it was however quite uncomfortable and the twined gam meant progress was slowed to almost noth--
Mercy wrenched free of the Nelson, dropped to her tush with both legs threaded around the Ace’s left shin and brought her stems together to send Susan tumbling to the deck with an impromptu Drop Toe Hold. Burlingame’s landing wasn’t pleasant, but it put her within six inches of the bottom rope, so she reached out and-- Ellis stretched out atop her back and spun around in a half circle to interpose her body between Sue and the strands while simultaneously catching her head and left arm in a tight Chancery.
PRO GRAPS!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=263feKRDohs
“Nothing about this is going to be easy, rich girl.” the blonde huffed. “But that doesn’t mean it won’t be fun.” On that ominous note she planted her forehead on the mat and somersaulted into a gorgeous low bridge that yanked Susan’s neck and upper body back at a perilous angle!
MERCILESS CHANCERY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lOBVhsEKKoU
Susan pushed off the canvas to relieve some of the pressure but from the look on her face, it didn’t help much. Firmly in her environment, namely twisting foes into knots until they surrendered, Mercy didn’t appear the woman who for most of her FAWN career couldn’t have cared about title gold.
Remaining elevated and overturned, she wrenched away on the Ace, trying her best to break Burlingame and make her first title reign one with the biggest belt.
Susan’s dark eyes bulged as she fought to survive, plenty in the crowd chanting at her to ‘TAP’. But the heiress hadn’t made it to the rarefied air of three-time World Champ without taking punishment. She pressed to all fours and rolled in the opposite direction of where Ellis continued the struggle to stay in her bridge and dish out her whoop-ass.
Susan broke free and rolled under the ropes, boot soles landing on the floor. The champ worked the kinks out of her neck, the distracted titleholder with her back to the ropes.
Mercy’s on her feet quickly and just as fast reaching through the cables, sinking her nails into Sue’s lustrous mane. She yanked hard enough on the follicles for Burlingame to realize she better follow Mercy’s ‘request’ or risk losing a clump. With the Courtier back on the apron, Mercy leaned the back of her foe’s neck over the uppermost cable and dropped to her knees, hotshotting Susan in reverse. The ropes propelled Burlingame back to the floor, out of control, Sue flying off the ledge and crashing into the steel barricade, gutted by the upper edge. The Ace dropped to her knees, hugging her tawny tummy, cursing under her rasping breath.
Behind her, Mercy climbed through the ropes despite Castle’s plea to the contrary. She launched off the apron with her right knee leading the way. The bony joint CRASHED into the back of Susan’s braincase and, in turn, SLAMMED her face into front uprights of the metal barrier. The crowd groaned in sympathy at the sight, Burlingame puddling to the base of the divider.
Ellis didn’t play to the audience per se, but she held her gaze on them long enough they know to give Mercy the requisite ovation for making one of FAWN’s legends looks less then legendary.
“I’m going to tie you up in knots,” the former MMA star assured her foe, whispering into the Ace’s ear as she hauled the rubbery Burlingame to her feet.
“Guess it’s up to you how many depending on how bad you want to stay champ.”
With a grasp on Susan’s left wrist and shoulder, she aimed the Courtier down the length of the ring and heaved Burlingame on her way, Susan forced to sprint and turn into an atomic detonation of a CRASH into another steel barrier. The Rainmaker arched in agony after the clanging impact, flawless features etched in pain, but remaining upright.
“Impressive,” Mercy admitted, walking after her target and claiming Susan’s by her hair. “But I’ve always been more of a limb woman than back.”
Mercy spun Susan into an Irish Whip under the ropes. She slid in after Burlingame and popped to her feet behind a crawling Sue, the champ trying to make space.
“Going somewhere?” the Assassin asked.
Ellis plucked Sue’s left ankle, lifting the lower limb. She yanked it toward her, dropping Burlingame’s chest to the canvas. Mercy hit the mat soon after, landing on her back and scissoring the captured stem of Burlingame while twisting from side to side, the Ankle Lock forcing Sue’s lids to clench. The Ace bit her lower lip and dug her nails into the canvas, trying to drag the challenger to the ropes for a release. An especially brutal spin of her joint toward the outside broke the seal of silence, Susan yelping in pain, her hands burying in her own locks, pulling to spread the pain.
“There’s a reason Emily was telling you not to give me the shot,” Mercy surmised without any real knowledge. “She knew you wouldn’t know what to do with me.”
“You mean treat you like the trash you aAHHHHH.”
Mercy cut Susan’s insult short with another vile twist and a tightening of her scissors.
“I guess that means the trash is taking you out tonight.”
Burlingame pistoned her free leg into the swallowing Scissors, ramming her boot sole into Mercy’s thigh time after time after time until diminishing returns convinces the Mistress of the Martial Arts to relent and release the ankle Lock, though she did so with a flourish, rising to vertical and whipping the injured limb to the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Susan howled in agony, pulling her left leg close. She used her right to push against the canvas, making it to the ropes and limping her way up them, dark eyes glued to the stalking challenger.
Mercy motioned Burlingame to join her in the middle, too clever to let the Rainmaker use the ropes to support any defense she might have left.
“You never could finish a deal,” Burlingame snarled, shaking out her left stem as best she could then wheeling out from the cables with a significant hitch in her giddy-up.
Mercy feigned some shooting single-legs, Susan biting on each, desperate to make sure her left leg didn’t end up in the specialist’s grasp.
With the Ace over protecting below, Mercy ‘compromised’ and threw her frame into the hobbled Susan, locking up in a Collar-&-Elbow. With her base damaged, Sue’s no match for the grappling of Ellis, Mercy quickly spinning Susan into a tight Side Headlock. She bore down, grinding Sue’s head into her hip, leading her on a trip around the ring, Burlingame limping after her before Ellis shifts her grip, genuflects and flipped her foe to a tailbone-crunching landing. Susan’s face scrunched in discomfort and things got no better when Ellis loaded up a Soccer Kick and she planted boot leather between the champ’s shoulderblades, Burlingame’s backbone again curling into a cruel arch.
Mercy put it into gear, sprinting past Susan and hitting the ropes in front of the Rainmaker before rebounding and RAMMING a Low Dropkick into Burlingame’s bosom, flattening both Susan’s gurls and the Courtier herself, the champ’s back THUMPING against the canvas as she’s laid out by the steamrolling Assassin.
Mercy Ellis wasn’t known for early pin-falls but she attempted one now, the sturdy blonde veteran hooking Susan’s far leg in a snug Back Press that pointed her foe’s into the rafters for…
ONE…
TWO…
Burlingame kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO!’, though Mercy didn’t miss the way her prey immediately turned away and curled up, all the better to massage her wrenched ankle. Honing in on the joint like it was marked with a bulls-eye, Ellis circled around to the champ’s south end, grabbed both feet and took two steps back to stretch those limbs out full length. Sue protested this quite vehemently, in fact she managed to wrest her right foot free almost at once. This led to a few stiff kicks to the challenger’s left thigh, unfortunately it also allowed the Heartless Wonder to double her grip on Burlingame’s left ankle and single sharp twist was more than enough to make Sue pound a fist against the canvas in agony.
“I’m not going to demand you give up.” Mercy’s tone was oddly patient as she shifted her position enough to plant her left foot atop the heiress’ right ankle. “I’m just going to twist, punch, pound and otherwise hurt you until you decide to call it… or Castle does.”
Growling, Burlingame planted her hands against the mat and sat up only to endure another quick twist for her troubles. “Stoppage is the only way you’re beating me, honey.” she grunted. “And you don’t hit hard enough to NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Mercy delivered three quick kicks to the back of her opponent’s left thigh, striking with the toe of her boot to maximize the possibility of raising a bruise. “Lucky we’re not in the octagon.” Ellis chided after half a dozen Toe Kicks. “You’d be behind on the cards. WAY behOFFFHH!”
The Rainmaker slipped her right foot free of the blonde’s trap and this time she drove her answering kick deep into the challenger’s belly. Mercy grunted but didn’t give much in the way of ground or grasp, so Sue kicked her twice more, aiming for Ellis’ navel the way Mercy had targeted her ankle. That last shot doubled the blonde over against her encroaching boot, yet rather than kick her away the Ace reached up with both hands and laced ‘em across the nape of Ellis’ neck. In the next instant she pulled her knees in close and rolled back on her shoulders, all the better to send the Assassin up, over and DOWN to the thinly-sheathed plywood with a Monkey Flip!
The flat ‘thwhump!’ of Mercy’s landing would’ve been enough to get a flashy kip-up from Burlingame under better circumstances, but with her left ankle thoroughly tweaked the World Champ elected to spin around in a half circle without actually getting off her back. As for Mercy, she popped off the mat in relatively short order and rounded on one heel in search of her brunette. Burlingame’s continued presence on the mat caught Ellis off guard for maybe half a heartbeat, more than enough time for Sue to roll back on her shoulders and shoot her legs her legs out, the Courtier’s boots ‘smecking’ around Mercy’s neck. Then she torqued her hips and somersaulted back onto her knees to take Ellis down with an improvised Frankensteiner!
KIP-UP FRANKENSTEINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBJWUTs1jGE
Mercy hit with a groan and rolled through to a slumped seat with one hand pressed to her forehead. As for Susan, she scrambled to her feet and ran the ropes ahead of the blonde, her progress quick enough despite the punishment inflicted on one leg. Head already clearing, Ellis looked up at the sound of approaching footfalls and came to regret it when Burlingame dropped low and THWONKED her good right knee into the smaller wrestler’s forehead! Mercy was knocked flat while Sue skidded through the landing and hurled herself across the prone blonde in a heavy mini-Splash that quickly converted to a Lateral Press good for the…
BASEMENT KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLIWC3_98AQ
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TWO…
Mercy kicked out half a heartbeat after ‘TWO’. This didn’t surprise Burlingame in the slightest, nor did it stop her from wrapping the blonde’s long braid around her fists when it came time to haul Ellis to one knee. “Off the hair, Sue.” Castle said almost at once. “You know better than--”
Sue cocked her hips away from Mercy, then thumped a medicine ball shot into the Heartless Wonder’s patrician features. Ellis’ head snapped back on impact and she went from one knee to her butt, the challenger saved from an ungainly sprawl by nothing but a well braced right hand.
As for Sue, she’d extricated her own hands from Mercy’s locks and made a quick show of brushing them off on the seat of her trunks. Burlingame opened her mouth for one smart-ass remark or another no doubt, only to pipe down when Ellis made it back to one knee. Determination increasing in direct correlation to Mercy’s own stubborn persistence, Susan ran the ropes for the second time in as many minutes and her weakened ankle must’ve been feeling at least a little better because she somersaulted over the prone blonde and caught her chin in both hands, all the better to THWHONK the back of Ellis’ skull against the mat with a low-flying Blockbuster.
BASEMENT BLOCKBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3bVJv6CccE
No quick pin or theatrics now, the Rainmaker sidled in beside her hurtin’ adversary and jerked her to a seat just to cinch a Bodyscissors around her waist. Ankles hooked tight as she dared, Burlingame curled her left arm around Mercy’s neck and pressed her free hand to the back of her opponent’s skull. Bearing down hard on both ends of the Rear Naked Choke, Susan laid / stretched out on her right side and made a point of enthusiastically dragging her left forearm back ‘n forth across Ellis’ nose and cheek before securing the Choke again.
“Remember what I said about closing a deal?” she taunted after perhaps five seconds. “This is how you do it!” Burlingame emphasized the point with another long constriction of the challenger’s flat midriff.
Ellis didn’t answer, so Castle filled the silence. “What do you say, Mercy? Need me to call for the--”
“This isn’t that kind of match, Nick.” Sue interrupted. “You’re either going to check her wrist three times or stop it on account of blood NNNNGGHH!”
Mercy pounded the point of her left elbow into the meat of Burlingame’s left thigh, then wiggled it around like she was trying to gouge all the way through!
Grin fading, Sue repaid the unkindness with another hard forearm scrub, this one directed entirely at the Assassin’s nose. “That all you got, bytch?” Burlingame snarled. “I was expecting more from EEERRRRGGGHHH!”
Mercy got her left foot up, wedged it against Sue’s crossed ankles and pushed down, paying special attention to that vulnerable left ankle. “I don’t give a shyt about your expectations, rich girl.” Ellis began driving her heel into the heiress’ ankles to encourage her timely release. “All I care about is leaving you facedown with no belt around your waF*CK!”
Burlingame rolled to her knees and released the Choke, a shift that stretched Ellis out flat and-- Mercy threw both arms over the back of her skull to defend against the barrage of forearms she knew was headed her--
‘OOOOOHHHHHHH!’
A heady mixture of incredulity and amusement from those assembled when Susan slid forward so that the fork of her crotch was snug against the nape of Ellis’ neck. Catching the blonde’s wrists to ensure against any hardnosed bullshyt, Susan reminded Mercy (and any other doubters) just why she was the Ace by grrrrrrrrrrrrinding her undercarriage against her rival’s skull.
Hardly blind to the situation, Ellis snarled and twisted, but the resistance only seemed to spur Burlingame to a gaudier display, the three time World Champion fluffing her hair with both hands before reaching back to YANK Mercy’s black togs up between her cheeks! “Not so tuff now, are you ASSassin?” She didn’t give the Heartless Wonder a chance to reply, instead she went back to that grip on Mercy’s ponytail and rolled over onto her butt so she could transition to a perfect Headscissors!
But before Susan could lock her legs around the blonde’s head, Mercy’s noggin in her lap, Ellis used her boot soles to push against the canvas and roll Burlingame onto her shoulders for the…
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TWO…
Forced to give up her plan to crush Mercy’s skull like a walnut, Sue kicked out from under Ellis, shoving the former MMA star to the left as she flopped right, quickly spinning to all fours. Mercy’s on her ass, legs extended, pointed toward the rising Burlingame. Susan pushed to her feet and raced toward her challenger, lifting a knee point toward the chin of the Heartless Wonder.
Mercy pivoted on her cheeks and cleverly used her lower limbs to trip up the charging Rainmaker, Sue dropping to her chest and chin via a perfect Drop Toe Hold. Ellis scrambled atop the downed Burlingame, going full body on body, chest on back, at least as much as the smaller woman could. She SLAMMED heavy right forearms in from the side, THUMPING them into Burlingame’s temple, the champ’s braincase rocked in the opposite direction.
Volley complete, spinning in a tight half-circle, Ellis locked a Front Facelock on the suddenly vulnerable World title holder. Pulling Sue up to her knees as she made her feet, the Assassin lifted knee after knee, the strikes coming in a flurry, Susan’s head snapping back with each blow. After a full half-dozen, Ellis released and stepped back to survey. The glassy-eyed Ace somehow remained on her haunches, head wobbling, arms leaden at her side.
Mercy took a second to pull her trunks from deep between her cheeks, her face twisting in anger and not some discomfort. She moved alongside the wavering Ace and RAMMED a series of kicks to Sue’s chest, the FAWNatics counting along to ‘TEN’ until Burlingame timbered, thighs folding atop calves, her shoulders on the canvas, the Black Courtier blinking at the lights above.
MERCILESS KICKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sl4weTaqbH4
Suddenly, showing an otherworldly refusal to stay down, she elevated back to her knees from the precarious position.
“Not NEARLY enough, bytch,” Sue defiantly rasped.
“OK,” Mercy responded matter-of-factly.
The blonde latched onto Sue’s head and tugged Burlingame to rubbery legs. She set the champ in a wobbly stance in front of her and craaacked her jaw with a pair of backhand strikes, one right and one left, Susan’s head on a swivel before languidly returning to the Heartless Wonder’s gaze. Mercy scooped a palm under her foe’s chin to lift her drooping noggin.
“The rest of us are tired of the Kangaroo Court and the Church of Everlasting Idiots holding the big belt,” Mercy informed. “Luckily, someone picked me to get the job done.”
Ellis violently pirouettes into a Back-Fist that caught Sue flush on the right cheek and, after impact, it’s Burlingame who drunkenly whipped through the spin cycle. She fell into the arms of a dipping and scooping Ellis, Mercy ‘hupping’ Sue onto her right shoulder, in Body Slam position, and carrying the tawny carcass of the waylaid Ace to a corner.
Reaching the buckles, she dropped the pits of Sue’s knees over the uppermost cable and folded the lower half of her foe’s stems so Burlingame was locked in place, the Tree of Woe planted, the overturned Susan hanging limply, her arms barely stirring. The champ tried to crunch her abs to pull herself up, but a stomp from Mercy ended that idea quickly enough.
With Susan’s effort stifled for the time being, Ellis jogged to the opposite corner, tapped the top buckle, and U-turned into a sprint toward the captured Rainmaker. Ellis gave the weakly struggling Burlingame a taste of her Sweet Mercy, NAILING her foe with a flying double knee to Susan’s tawny tummy, gutting the Courtier.
Moaning and limply hanging out to dry, a flagging Susan gratefully accepted Castle’s efforts to unhook her from the Tree and she tumbled to a heap at Nick’s feet. Using the man as both a shield and handholds, a gobsmacked Ace pulled her way up Nick’s legs and chest, threw her arms over Nick’s shoulders and leaned heavily against the zebra.
“Thanks, Nick. I’ll take it and her from here,” Mercy assured from over the man’s shoulder.
She threw the referee out of the way and went nose to nose with the punch drunk Burlingame.
Having a bit of fun before the finish, Ellis spun on a dime and Ponylashed the right cheek of Burlingame, drawing more of a reaction from the crowd, an ‘oh no she didn’ gasp, than from Sue. The next move would be quite different.
Mercy dipped, threw her right arm between Susan’s legs and lifted the nearly dead weight of Burlingame across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. The knowledgeable in the crowd knew very well Sue’s colossal achievement of a trio of World reigns was about to end in a crash-and-burn calamity, Mercy Killed by the Blonde with the Iron Fists.
But before Ellis could heave Sue over her shoulders to a fatal connection of knee to cranium, Sue emerged from her coma, cracking elbow after desperate elbow into the side on the blonde’s braincase until she worked her way out from the Carry, sliding down Mercy’s back.
Landing on her boot soles, Sue swiftly swung her right arm in front of Mercy’s throat in a backhand grip. She tugged the startled Assassin into a Dragon Sleeper position but showed Ellis why she’s a three-time World Champion, mustering enough strength to vault Ellis into an overturned vertical position and SPIKE the back of Mercy’s skull into the deck with an Elevated Reverse DDT!
ELEVATED REVERSE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4gi_HSUmkck
A spent Sue laid next to the splattered and spreadeagled Ellis. She crawled the few inches necessary and dropped her depleted frame in a Crossbody Pin, without the energy to hook a leg for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
Mercy shoved a shoulder up, spilling Susan onto her back. And Ellis dragged her carcass in range of Sue, an arm limply lain across Burlingame’s bosom for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Susan rolled to her side to halt Mercy’s game attempt to claim her first reign atop the organization.
Both women ended on their backs in side by side starfish positions, the fingers of Mercy’s right hand and Sue’s left fluttering amidst each other, the only movement.
As the crowd’s booming chants of ‘THIS IS AWESOME!’ rang through the arena, Castle had no choice but to start his ten-count, risking the wrath of the FAWNatics with a double count-out draw.
“ONE… TWO… THREE…. FOUR… FIVE…” Champion and challenger rolled away from the other, planted their hands against the canvas and did their best to make it to all fours. “SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE…”
Susan and Mercy clambered to verticality, stumbled into a sloppy clench and immediately fell to pounding away at the other’s sweat-slathered torso. The monotonous, cruel PWAK of knuckle on meat seemed to promise a grueling stalemate, yet the tableau was less than ten seconds old when Ellis pivoted a hip and THWHUMPED her thigh across Burlingame’s navel.
“F*ck away from me.” the Assassin huffed as she pushed Sue away with a rough pie-facing.
Burlingame bowed up at the blatant disrespect and answered it with an windmilling overhand slap that CRAAAACKED off the blonde’s modest décolletage. Ellis hissed in anguish, then whipped around on her plant foot and lashed out with another Uraken leveled at the Ace’s chiNO! Burlingame dipped *just* enough to avoid the strike, then shot in and pinned Mercy’s arms over her head in the heartbeat when she had free access to the blonde’s back. Fingers laced tight across the base of Mercy’s skull, Sue snapped off a murderously fast bridge to fold the smaller wrestler in half with a ring-shivering Dragon Suplex. Letting the crowd groan for him, Castle dove into place beside his charges to toll off…
DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JdFKfBFI8c
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mercy popped loose and slopped onto her tummy, saving those golden aspirations with a half second to spare.
Her determination was admirable, alas Susan was just as determined to end the aforementioned aspirations as emphatically as possible, which explained the delighted look on her face as she used Ellis’ ears to haul her to verticality.
“So you’re the Blonde with the Iron Fists, huh bytch?” Sue locked her hands behind Mercy’s noggin and pulled her down so she was looking at the mat. “Allow me to introduce myself, I’m the Ace with Titanium Knees!”
A rapid-fire series of left-right-left Kneelifts followed, Burlingame’s tawny glutes churning furiously as she thum-thum-thum-thum-THUMPED shots into the challenger’s exhausted frame. But weary though she was, Mercy Ellis didn’t crumple, she didn’t even drop to one knee. Sue didn’t drop either, though the frustration stamped on her face was equally telling. Breaking the clinch left Mercy swaying like a reed, so the heiress whipped around and raced to the ropes, whereupon she leapt to the middle strand and launched herself backward, Sue twisting in mid-flight for a-- Ellis exploded out of her stupor with a single high Kneelift that THWHUMPED Burlingame flush in the sternum!
MERCILESS REPRISAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Ffel9fnIVs
Hands dropped to her side by the dreadful counter, Sue managed a drunken half circle, not that this was nearly enough to keep Mercy from hooking her right arm through the champ’s thighs. Her left hand cupped Burlingame’s chin and just like that the Bankable Bombshell was stretched across her foe’s shoulders in something that was less a Torture Rack and more of an Inverted Fireman’s Carry. FAWNatics all over the arena were still rushing to get their cameras ready when Ellis flipped Susan offa her shoulders into what would’ve been a perfect back-flip if she hadn’t SPIKED the point of her right knee between the brunette’s eyes!
INVERTED MERCY KILLING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Op60UoGXy7U
Burlingame hit the deck in a loosey-goosey sprawl that got a whole lot tighter when Mercy dropped atop her throat in a ridiculously snug Schoolgirl Pin. Eyes alight as she registered Burlingame’s shallow breath on her trunks, the Heartless Wonder leaned back, caught one leg behind the knee and hunkered forward until her forehead was pressed to the canvas, thus keeping her prey in place for the…
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The champ bucked at the last possible second, the escape so late Castle threw a glance to the Timekeeper to make sure he didn’t ring the bell in error.
Eerily calm amidst the Spring Break chaos, Mercy leaned back on her haunches and indulged in several deep breaths. Eventually she reached over to Sue, plunging one hand into the Ace’s battle damp locks. “So you want to go out on your shield, rich girl? I can respect that. Just know you’re going out in pieces.”
Burlingame pawed at the blonde’s belly, but Mercy paid it no mind as she got to her feet and reeled the taller woman into a Standing Headscissors. From there she cinched her arms around Sue’s waist, flipped her into a slumped seat atop her shoulders and THAWHAMMED her against the thinly-sheathed plywood! Mercy held onto the Waistlock after the Powerbomb folded Burlingame in half so Castle got in position to-- Ellis let out a Valkyrie shriek and hoisted Sue off the canvas, only this time she transitioned from the Powerbomb stall to a Fireman’s Carry and anyone who wasn’t on their feet already joined their fellows in a hurry.
With her arms draped over Sue’s neck and thigh, Ellis turned a full circle to make sure everyone got the best possible angle. Then she dipped down and ‘hupped’ the crippled Courtier off her shoulders, Sue freefalling through a short descent that ended on the curve of Mercy’s kn--’OOOOOOHHHHHH!’
The Rainmaker got both hands between her forehead and that world-killing knee and swatted it down with all the force she could muster! The block didn’t hurt, but it did throw the challenger off balance long enough for Susan to drive a short Headbutt into the bridge of her nose! Ellis stumbled without going down, so the heiress caught her in a quick Front Facelock and slung the near arm over her shoulder. A handful of waistband was all it took to get the Assassin all the way to high noon and from there it was a straight shot back to the canvas, Burlingame kicking her feet forward to THWHONK the crown of Mercy’s skull!
BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=reHRGmTVGok
The Brainbuster would’ve left Ellis stretched out flat if Sue had relinquished the Facelock. Since she did not the challenger was forced to tag along in Burlingame’s wake when the brunette rolled onto her stomach and powered to one knee. Relinquishing her hold on Mercy’s trunks to hook the smaller woman behind her left knee, Susan let out a roar of her own as she dug deep enough to power Ellis up over one shou-- the Ace laid out flat and DROVE the back of Mercy’s head and shoulders into the mat with a Fisherman’s Buster she immediately converted to a Small Package by floating over and hooking her right leg behind the blonde’s near thigh. With the Assassin bundled up tight the FAWNatics joined Castle in tolling the…
SMALL PACKAGE DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rS02e4hz9sM
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Mercy slithered loose, this latest show of resilience earning her roars of disbelief from the thousands in attendance and the millions watching around the globe.
Susannah Burlingame felt the weight of every one of those eyes but rather than collapse under the pressure she flashed a cold, steely grin. “Nice trick, baby. Can you do it again?”
No answer from the challenger not that Sue really cared, she’d already coiled Mercy’s ponytail around her hands so she could haul her to boot leather. Pressing in tight against Ellis’ back, Burlingame wrenched her right arm up in a Chickenwing, then placed her free hand on the base of the other woman’s neck and pressed forward and down to spin Mercy around into a snug Front Facelock. Burlingame reached down with her left arm, caught Ellis’ right leg behind the knee and lifted it off the canvas in an unpleasant cradle. Muscling the Blonde with the Iron Fists off the mat in an almost silence that sounded an awful lot like a suppressed groan, Burlingame snugged the flagging fighter 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 Mercy’s skull against the mat for the third time in maybe a minute!
SPIRIT CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOMWRvdJ7Og
Burlingame finally released her hooks and Ellis stretched out in slow motion, at least until the Courtier swung a leg over and sat down with every bit of her weight atop Mercy’s upturned nose. Too tired to really show her foe the best seat in the house, Burlingame looped her arms around the smaller wrestler’s knees and drew her into a Reverse Matchbook that pointed Mercy’s bundled buns skyward for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Grin growing wider as the bell sounded, Susan leaaaaaaaned back on the pin and nodded along with the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!
With the big gold belt secured for one more night, Sue freed her hands from the Matchbook, then flattened them into paddles and SLAPPED Mercy’s glutes in time with a proclamation of her own. “ONE TIME! (SLA-SLAP!) TWO TIME! (SLA-SLAP!) THREE TIME WORLD CHAMP! (SLA-SLAP!) AND DON’T YOU FORGET IT, BYTCH!”
She CRAAACKED those defenseless cheeks one more time before shoving Ellis aside to scramble to her feet.
Nick was already there with the belt, so she took it with her left and let him raise the right. Standing with one foot planted on either side of the challenger’s hips, Sue found the nearest camera and explained, “Glass jaw, iron fists, steel will, it doesn’t matter to me. Whatever your claim to fame, bring every bit of it if you’re gonna challenge for my World Title. Because if you don’t?”
Sue turned around so her back was to the camera.
Draping the belt over one shoulder she swatted her tush with both hands and explained, “You’ll end up the newest cushion for the Best Seat in the House.”