Post by dsb on Jun 14, 2019 0:45:04 GMT
The Orlando faithful were on the edge of their collective seats as tonight’s Main Event closed in. And the FAWNatics soon found themselves competing with the blaring sound of police sirens. Those sirens were soon joined, and overwhelmed, by an industrial dirge, which served as the Snnouncer’s cue.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit and is for the FAWN World Championship! First. Hailing from Kyoto, Japan, she stands five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… Ladies and gentlemen, she is the heir to greatness… she is the Future of FAWN… She is… AVERY CHRISTIAN!!!!!”
PROBLEM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ZrZI6OmezE
As Natalia Kills’ ‘Problem’ pumped over the speakers, the surname proved all the inducement the assembled need to start jeering even before the CEO’s daughter strode onto stage. And when it became clear the Boss was escorting the challenger to her audience with the Ace, the horde raised their decibel levels even further.
AVERY CHRISTIAN:
Though lacking her mother’s height, the starkest difference between them, Avery possessed Mom’s long, raven hair and curvaceous frame, the latter amplified by being compressed to five foot three inches, making each curve even more pronounced.
A quick glance at Avery proved enough to convince the crowd she’s built to make exquisite use of the Front Sleeper and her togs seemed designed with that proficiency VERY much in mind.
Christian wore a white one piece with a neckline that didn’t so much plunge as it did dive, stopping maybe an inch above Avery’s navel. Black straps rose over her shoulder and crisscrossed her back, with black trim surrounding the leg holes at the bottom of the garment. Her pads, wrist tape and boots were all gold—a harbinger of success for the self-professed “Future of FAWN”.
The fans well understood Bethany’s daughter cared not to court their favor and her disgust toward them was only exacerbated by the presence of Mother Christian. Avery’s only response to their vocal scorn was a dismissive wave of the hand to each side of the railing as she stalked her way toward the ring, Bethany comfortably behind, admiring her genetic handiwork not to mention having the pull to place someone who didn’t have the appropriate resume in the Main Event.
As the Christians approached the ring, the sassy swish of Avery’s hips alerted the crowd to the fact the Baby Boss was very much a “dual threat”, her hindquarters looking every bit the menace her cleavage presented.
Ascending the ring steps, Avery stopped to prop open the ropes, sitting on the middle and pushing up the top. The Commissioner smiled warmly at her daughter, offering a ‘Thank you’ before stepping through and taking a place in the middle of the ring. Avery swiveled the rest of the way through and stepped one foot on the bottom strand, Christian the Younger rising up and leaning over the top rope, giving the hard cam a most generous look at her bounty.
“Cool it with the peep show,” Mom interceded and a sour-faced Baby Boss joined the real one center stage, the Commish pulling a microphone to her lips.
“I’ve waited long enough to show the Black Court their place,” Bethany informed. “Tonight, my only child will begin the destruction with the elimination of their most precious piece.”
Bethany handed over the stick to lead ref Nick Castle and she led her busty offspring to their corner of choice. The CEO offered last words of wisdom, both Christians taking a peek at the entrance when Avery’s music faded to the reveal the growing buzz of the crowd.
With Bethany shielding her daughter from Nick Castle’s final inspection, the Announcer raised his mic once more. 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!”
Already on their feet to properly jeer the second generation superstar, the Mayhem merrymakers raised a far happier roar 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.
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
For tonight‘s defense Susan sported a snug blue tank-top displaying a trio of Aces, all of them Spades. 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.
Both intrigued and irritated by tonight’s challenger (Sue had submitted a very specific list of names to the front office and Bethany Christian’s daughter wasn’t even NEAR it) Burlingame kept her head on a swivel just in case the manipulative executive had managed to recruit Miranda or any of her other lunatics to strike a blow before the bell. Breathing a sigh of relief when she reached the squared circle in peace, Susan dove under the bottom rope, popped up on one knee and tugged the belt from around her waist so she could hold it overhead as she got to her feet.
The presence of gold finally got Avery’s attention, the challenger stepping around her mom to fit an invisible belt around her own impressive waist. Sue smirked, held the strap in her direction. “Oh, you mean this? You’re going to have to beat me if you want to play anything other than make-believe.” Two generations of Christians sniffed derisively, then turned their backs, leaving Sue to salute the crowd one more time before she handed the gold to Nick Castle and strolled to the opposite corner.
Mommy Dearest was still in the challenger’s ear when the bell sounded, so Susan took the opportunity to make her way to the middle of the squared circle. Avery and Bethany noted Burlingame’s arrival with the briefest of glances, then continued their conference, much to the chagrin of Nick Castle. Another woman, hell, another World Champion, might’ve felt disrespected by this slight, Susan however took it all in stride, the Ace settling in for a series of deeeeeeeeeeep leg stretches that loosened her up quite nicely while also offering the crowd an excellent view of, ahem, the best seat in the house.
Castle proved far less patient and after another five seconds he moved to the Christian Camp and said, “Match is on, Avery. Head out there or I’ll start counting.”
“Oh, you’re more than welcome to do so, Castle.” Avery replied without deigning to glance at the zebra. “We’re almost done here.”
Nick rolled his eyes and did as suggested, reaching all the way to ‘FOUR!’ before Bethany descended the steps and Avery moved out to meet the Rainmaker. Rising out of her stretches the instant the younger brunette began to close, Burlingame made a deliberate show of assuming her usual martial arts stance only to immediately take a step back and put her hands on her hips. A flash of irritation passed across Christian’s face, then deepened when the heiress offered no response.
Bringing her own hands up even as she settled into a classic grappler’s crouch, Avery called, “I’ve been a fan of yours FOREVER, Ms. Susan! Your career is one I’d really like to emulate, I mean, I’d love to look as good as you do on the bad side of forty.”
Sue, who wouldn’t see any side of forty for another few years, circled to her left, though she most certainly did not remove her hands from her hips. Instead she replied, “I’ve always been a huge supporter of Bring Your Kids to Work Day, but it makes me wonder if you could’ve earned this shot on your own if she’d left you in the gym instead of the daycare cent--”
Avery lunged in with a Toe Kick that would’ve speared the Courtier’s belly if Sue hadn’t caught that ankle in both hands. If this proved a hindrance Christian didn’t show it. Indeed the FAWNatics were still registering the block when Avery exploded off her plant foot and whipped it at Burlingame’s skull in an equally swift Enzu--
Susan dropped into a crouch, leaving Avery to land on her hands and one knee. The other remained in the champion’s grasp so Burlingame hauled the smaller wrestler into a near-perfect handstand, then dropped to her knees to THUNK Christian’s other knee into the thinly-sheathed plywood! Avery hissed, twisted onto her back and drew the thrumming to her--
The Bankable Bombshell busted out a high vertical leap, both knees already raised to chest-level for the Stomp honed in on Christian’s second generation ra--
THOMP! Avery rolled out of the way and pushed to one knee, leaving Susan to scuff her soles against the mat as she took a few steps back. “You’re underestimating me.” Avery observed, her tone equally amused and cold. “That’s a dangerous thing to do, Gramma.”
“Gramma?” Sue raised an eyebrow. “If I’m that old wouldn’t that put your mother at least a decade into crone-hoWHOAH!”
Christian shot in off her knee, caught Burlingame behind the left thigh and wrenched the limb upward, meaning to dump her to the mat with a Spinebuster-infused Single Leg Takedo--NO!
Susan didn’t fight the lift, rather she braced her left hand on the challenger’s shoulder to maintain verticality while she raised her right arm high overhead and DRILLED the point of that elbow into the crown of Christian’s skull. Avery’s control over the champ’s leg evaporated, allowing Sue to return to the deck whereupon she promptly cinched a tight Side Headlock around the smaller wrestler’s noggin.
Snarling in pain and irritation as Burlingame mashed her features against the curve of her left breast, Christian delivered a few punches to the Courtier’s tummy, then wrapped her arms around Burlingame’s tawny middle and walked her into the ropes only to bounce out and send the veteran on her way with a powerful shove! Susan took the escape in stride, hitting the ropes on the far side at a dead run to ensure she had a full head of steam when she met Avery in the center of the “RRRGGGGGHHHH!”
The heiress caught Christian in another Side Headlock, only this time she laid out on her left side, forcing the brunette fireplug down alongside. With Avery stretched out on her left hip and shoulder, Burlingame worked the Headlock like a part-time job, the Threepeat World Champ wrenching and torquing while carefully rotating herself up a good ninety degrees so that their straining frames looked like the hands of a clock striking six.
GROUNDED HEADLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNEPWFdSv9s
“Watch her forearm, Castle!” Bethany barked from her spot on the outside. “If that turns into a choke I want you to break it at once!” Nick affirmed it wasn’t a choke, not that it stopped the Elder Christian from complaining for even a moment.
Careful to avoid the flailing hands seeking her chin, Susan continued to twist the both of ‘em until she could set eyes on the scowling executive. “Helicopter parenting, Bethany?” she taunted. “Really, I would’ve thought you better than OWHAIRHURGH!”
Avery caught a huge handful of the Ace’s hair and yanked her head back far enough to ‘smeck’ her legs around Burlingame’s exposed neck! Breaking the Headlock with a single forceful pop of her hips, Christian crossed her ankles and squeeeeeeeeeeezed Sue’s skull hard enough to make her boots patter on the canvas.
“Keep off the hair, Avery!” Nick called an infraction he suspected rather than witnessed.
Avery knew as much and called him out posthaste. “Did you see me pull her hair, Castle?”
“Well, no.”
“Then I didn’t pull her hair, did I?” Christian punctuated her innocence by CRAAACKING a single overhand slap against the Rainmaker’s exposed midsection. Snickering at the sound of Burlingame’s pained hiss, Avery taunted, “Being the Ace might be enough to let you best every other woman on this roster, but do you know what trumps an Ace, ma’am?” Christian spoke the last with the same venom as she’d use for any other four-letter word. “The support of the entire front offi-oh no you don’t!”
But Susan did, twisting herself around within the confines of the Scissors to finish up on all fours with the crown of her skull ground unpleasantly against the mat. “Don’t think I’ve got any qualms about hurting senior citizens.” Christian’s tone was conversational, even pleasant as she crooked both hands into talons and raaaaaaaaaked the exposed curve of the World Champion’s back. Susan snarled but couldn’t pop loose of the tyro’s thighs, so Avery scored her back again, then grabbed a double handful of waistband and hoisted them several inches higher! “You and the other Black Court idiots have needed a wake-up call for a long time and I’m just the woman to deliver WHOAH!”
Avery chose the wedgie because it was A) humiliating and B) a way to keep Burlingame from hand-standing out of her grasp. What it did not do was prevent the Bankable Bombshell from somersaulting forward into her opposition, Sue landing in a heavy straddle atop those vaunted juggs. Wedgie abandoned to focus on getting her shoulders off the mat, Christian kicked her legs up and hooked them under the veteran’s armpits to “MMMMMRRRRRPHHH!”
Sue clamped down on Avery’s shins and locked her hands, effectively transforming the straddle into a Matchbook. In the same breath she slid forward and splayed her knees wide, all the better to give the challenger a faceful of those midnight blue briefs!
Avery and Bethany protested this injustice with equal vigor but vastly different volumes, each of them almost drowned out by the sound of several thousand FAWNatics joining Nick to count…
ONE…
TWO…
Christian’s flexing stems didn’t have enough strength to flip positions on the champ, but they allowed her an escape, a shoulder coming off the canvas as she slopped to her side. Burlingame still straddled Baby Boss, but now it’s her foe’s right hip and ribs. Avery used the little slack she had under Sue to roll to her chest. She tried to slip out from underneath, digging her nails into the canvas and slithering, but Burlingame ended the effort by sinking a set of fingers into Avery’s locks and ripping the strands toward her.
Christian’s back arched from the attack and both she and the Commissioner (Mom) immediately made Castle aware of Susan’s illegal grip. The Ace SLAMMED Avery’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood, the challenger’s forehead BANGING off the canvas.
Sue turned to her superior and raised her hands.
“I’m off, your majesty,” the three-time World Champ said with a grin.
The Rainmaker hopped to her feet and pulled the short but sturdy Baby Boss to hers by a wrist. Christian wobbled next to the Black Courtier, but balled her left fist and sent a shot into Sue’s kidney. Burlingame’s body folded around the impact with a grimace. Susan responded with a clubbing blow to the back of Avery’s braincase, sedating any comeback for the moment.
With Christian weak in the knees, the champ tugged Avery’s head into a Front Facelock and ducked under the limp opposite arm of her foe. Sue grasped a handful of the challenger’s gear at the hip and RIPPED Christian off her feet, planting on to the canvas with a Snap Suplex.
SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEKFDB5j7-g
Never giving up her grip, Susan pivoted her hips and drew the vertically challenged fireplug up only to send her flipping over again with a repeat maneuver, spine THUMPING against the canvas, the busty brunette curling in pain.
Susan took her prey up again but this time she laid the heavy lumber, spiking the crown of Christian’s skull into the canvas with a Snap Brainbuster, Avery’s cranium PLOWING into the mat.
SNAP BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCGX7DvbDXA
Bethany turns her head from the impact and a good thing as it’s a nasty sight, Avery spreading in a starfish, spasming before falling still. Susan’s to her knees quickly and took a long glance at the splayed challenger then a turn and wink at Bethany.
“You know that locker room would be anarchy without the Court.” Susan told the executive. “And you thank us by cutting your girl to the front of the line? Well look what it got her.”
Burlingame motioned to the semi-conscious Avery. She sidled on all fours to the brunette’s side and dropped in a lateral press to make sure she could stare down the frustrated and frantic boss as she secured another title match victory, Bethany shouting at her daughter to get her ass up. But it didn’t happen for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The Commissioner’s baby girl showed the stubborn streak that made her Mom such a long-lasting executive with the organization. Bethany gave Avery a one-woman ovation and it seemed to give little Christian the impetus to make it to one knee.
Burlingame scrambled to boot leather and took off for the ropes behind her. She rebounded, sprinting at the rising Avery, Christian with both feet under her but still bent over enough Sue launched her right leg out in front of her and brought a wicked Axe Kick down across the back of Avery’s neck. The impact sent the Baby Boss back to horizontal, this time flattened face first.
AXE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZAH-wewNbjA
The crowd roared its approval, adoring the continued destruction, perhaps even more so because Bethany’s forced to see the demolition of her progeny. Burlingame skidded to a stop and didn’t bother turning to see the destruction. Instead, she strolled by the Boss whose conveniently leapt to the apron to jaw at her World Champion.
Sue held an index finger to her lips.
“You had to know how big a mistake this is,” Susan said point blank. “You’re the face of FAWN power but the Court is the brain and the brawn. So enjoy.”
The Ace turned back to Avery and strolled toward her, the Baby Boss up to hands and knees, trying to shake the attic of cobwebs out of her brain. Reaching her, Burlingame sank a set of nails into Christian’s scalp, tugging the overmatched challenger to her haunches, Avery’s head bobbling on a loosened neck.
And from nowhere, Christian swung an Uppercut forearm between Sue’s tawny thighs, striking the inner sanctum of the champion’s core. Burlingame’s dark eyes went wide and she lifted to tiptoes from the force of the impact. As Christian’s arm swung away like a pendulum, Susan was left knock-kneed, hands buried at the juncture of her lower limbs.
A huffing Avery pushed to her feet, took a moment to catch her breath and her composure, Sue frozen in place, and spun into a Discus Elbow Smash that DECKED the previously dominant Courtier.
DISCUS ELBOW SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzKJKG7P9WQ
Burlingame was laid out by the fireplug brunette, Susan spread-eagled, Avery showing power could come in compact curvy packages.
On the sidelines, Bethany clapsped from her new camp on the apron, Castle seemingly uninterested in telling the boss to get back on the floor.
“That’s it darling. Show this trash and the rest of those Courtesans what feeding a lion to the Christians looks like.”
Avery snatched a wrist of the shellshocked Burlingame and ‘helped’ the champ to her feet. She aimed the Ace at Mom and heaved Sue into a sprint with an Irish Whip, Burlingame turning in time to SLAM into the buckles spine-first.
Already on the move before the collision, Avery raced toward her foe, eating up the distance in a hurry and leaping from a few feet out to show how big a SPLASH she could make, the short but curvy chip off the old block BURYING Susan’s pained features in a double-barrel of flesh with a corner Avalanche.
With a spring back in her step, Avery bounced away from the heavy collision, grabbed Nick Castle by a wrist and drew him along for a walk to center stage where Baby Boss bought up the bread and butter, namely the man’s contract and whether an extension would be something he’s interested in.
While Avery took up her mother’s negotiations with the official, Mom had an arm wrapped tightly around the throat of her next ex-World Champion, choking the life from the red-faced Burlingame. Bethany leanred next to an ear. “Nobody’s coming to save you, bytch. I made sure I had the arena fumigated. All the little mice that make up your Court won’t be coming to the rescue when my little girl makes good.”
The FAWN executive would’ve loved nothing more than to throttle some respect into her insolent World Champion. But she understood that Nick Castle wasn’t foolish and Avery’s distraction could only last so long. Thus she abandoned the Sleeper for a single quick Forearm Smash to the back of the skull before she dropped from the apron to the floor.
As for the challenger, she kept up the contract talk for several seconds after mom had vacated the corner, then put an end to the discussion with a breezy yet ominous, ‘We’ll talk after the match!” Brushing by the zebra (who made sure not to roll his eyes while Bethany was around) broke into an explosive lope, dropped a shoulder and launched herself at the Ace, Christian the Younger THWHUMPING a huge Spear into Burlingame’s gulping tummy. Sue folded in half around the encroaching fireplug, probably would’ve dropped to her butt if Avery hadn’t cinched both arms around her thighs and backpedaled out of the corner with the Courtier slung over one shoulder.
Lips curled up in a smirk as the crowd buzzed over the sudden shift in power, Christian treated Sue’s rump to a possessive pat then broke into another barreling run that took her to the opposite side of the squared circle. BWUUUNG! Susan hit spine-first, the power of the impact bouncing both wrestlers away from the buckles, the champ still draped over the corner of the challenger. This arrangement ended immediately thereafter when Avery whipped around on one heel, pushed up on tiptoe and slung herself forward and down to THAWHAM Burlingame to the deck with a ring-rattling Spinebuster. No sooner had they touched down did Avery somersault over the prone brunette, the second generation superstar settling with her back pressing down on Sue’s chest while she simultaneously hooked the right leg in a rough but effective Jackknife. Checking Burlingame’s shoulders as he swooped in beside the cover, Castle counted off…
SPINEBUSTER & JACKKNIFE PIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GzrYUdxKVlE
ONE…
TWO…
The Rainmaker powered free a heartbeat after ‘TWO!’ earning the senior official a glare from mother and daughter alike. But the Fledgling Terror didn’t seem too put out, indeed she was all smiles as she plunged both hands into the heiress’ hair and ripped her to boot-leather. Switching over to a hold on Burlingame’s waistband so the official couldn’t give her any Stink-Eye, Avery nudged her foe forward with one shoulder, then tugged the tights to reel her in and THWHACKED a Forearm Smash across Sue’s lower back. The Bankable Bombshell groaned and stumbled forward, her hands flying to shoulder level to clutch at an unseen tormentor. She’d yet to find any purchase when Avery repeated her previous tactic, nudge, tug, thwhack, the Forearm Smash just spanking off her prey’s vulnerable back. Burlingame shuddered hard, almost took a knee only to steady out at the last second.
The show of resilience didn’t please Baby Boss, so she made sure to hike Sue’s briefs quite a bit higher than necessary prior to the delivery of her third Forearm Smash. “On your knees, bytch.” Christian growled to the three time World Champ. “It’s time you recognized the true power in FAWNNNGGGHH!”
Sue fired a Back Elbow over her right shoulder, catching Avery in the side of the head. Catching a breath even as Avery swayed in place, Burlingame huffed, “You’re already talking to her, small WHOOANNGGHH!”
Avery pulled her in to finish the quartet, only now she dipped forward to wedge her head beneath the Courtier’s left arm. Looping her right arm around Sue’s waist, Christian put her left mitt to the brunette’s tush and powered her into the sky for a Backdrop Sup-- she twisted out from under her woozy burden, hooked both hands over Sue’s jaw in a loose Reverse Chinlock and laid out flat to THWHAM the Ace down on the back of her head with a high impact Reverse Neckbreaker! Burlingame bounced to a seat, got spread flat again as soon as Avery palmed her shoulders. Spinning around to one side to stretch out in a high, snug Crossbody, Christian made sure to feed the beleaguered bombshell a faceful of jugg while Castle and the rest of the morons in attendance began her coronation with a…
BACK SUPLEX NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWsVLpvAdVs
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The challenger’s first real near-fall earned a concerned roar from the FAWNatics, a majority of them sensing that Bethany’s ballistic brat could damned well put an end to the Ace’s record-tying reign. Avery must’ve sensed it too because she didn’t waste so much as a breath arguing with Castle about the pace of the count. Instead she grabbed Sue by the hair and scrambled to verticality while only hoisting the Courtier to a seat. Positioned behind Burlingame, Avery gripped a shoulder with one hand, went up on tiptoes and dropped to one knee to gouge a nasty Bionic Elbow into the crown of Sue’s skull!
The Rainmaker moaned, tried to slop forward, but Christian cupped her right hand over opposing chin and wrenched her head at a rather precarious angle. From there she braced her left forearm against the side of Burlingame’s face, gripped her right wrist and pushed bore down with all her weight while continuing to tug on the heiress’ chin.
NECK VISE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKIFXiTfBT0
“Give up!” Avery demanded ten seconds into the Neck Vise. “You may have the gold, but you don’t have the pedigree to hang with me!” The Fledgling Terror jostled Sue’s chin to emphasize her point.
Nick Castle didn’t much agree with that assessment, but he didn’t much care for the angle of Sue’s neck either, so he sank to his haunches beside the action and asked, “What do you say, Sue? Need me to call for the bell?”
“She says she’s an overrated has-been that can’t hang with the new generation!” Christian the Younger taunted. “Isn’t that right, SusOOFFHH!”
Burlingame scooted around on her butt to alleviate some of the pressure and to stuff an elbow into the challenger’s tummy. Avery grimaced, torqued the heiress’ neck again and bared her teeth in an angry snarl when Susan answered with not two, but three more elbows to the midsection. Not about to stand there and take shots even if they were delivered from a disadvantageous position, Avery hopped in place to jounce Burlingame’s noggin once more, then she helped herself to a double handful of hair and hauled the rubbery-necked Courtier to her feet.
“Gonna wish you’d kept this grounded, hag.” Christian snapped after a pair of quick slaps to the mouth. “Now your old bones have that much farther to fall.”
The Ace had nothing to say to that, so Avery spun around and ran the ropes to power her return to Burlingame who-- Sue’s right arm flashed out in an instinctual Clothesline that Christian dipped while simultaneously hooking her right arm over the extended limb. Thus tethered to the champ, she hopped up and floated over, Christian looking to-- OOOOOHHHHHHH! Avery was stretched over Burlingame’s shoulders for half a second at best, yet that was more than enough time for the Bankable Bombshell to snake an arm over neck and thigh and in so doing anchor her to the Fireman’s Carry.
Smile fading as Avery kicked and squirmed in Burlingame’s trap, Bethany barked, “Get down from there, darling! Don’t let her--” Susan swung the Boss Baby out behind her, the champ relinquishing her foe’s legs to secure a Three Quarters Facelock that lasted until she dropped to one knee and THWHONKED Christian down face-first atop the posted joint!
ACE OF ACES @ 00:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
Bounced back on her heels by the explosive power of the Ace of Aces, Avery swayed in place, her arms windmilling in slow motion as she fought to stay uprig-- Sue swung ‘round behind the faltering fireplug and slipped her arms beneath Avery’s biceps to pin her arms overhead in a Full Nelson. Never once forgetting where she was in the squared circle, Burlingame pivoted them both to make sure Bethany had a perfect view when the Three Time World Champ got low and popped her hips to take Avery up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head with a vicious Dragon Suplex.
DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ahLd_ZpnGqc
Christian tugged free of the other brunette’s clutches, but this only meant she slopped over onto her back before Burlingame stretched out over her chest and drew the far leg tight for…
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Baby Boss showed she’s got at least some of the resilience that made her Mom a star, her short sturdy frame spasming, freeing herself from under the Ace. Sue offered a knowing nod to no one in particular, willing to give Christian her due in forcing the match to continue. Burlingame latched onto the dark shoulder-length locks of the challenger and drew Avery to rubbery legs. She turned Christian toward Bethany.
“The kid ain’t bad,” Sue admitted to Momma. “She’s not Court material, at least not yet. But a few years training under Emily… and a few years away from your overbearing ass, could do wonders for her prospects.”
Burlingame sent a cheeky wink in Bethany’s direction, the Commish gritting her teeth in anger.
“Come on, Aves,” she encouraged, trying to break through the glaze in her daughter’s dark eyes. “Don’t let me down!”
“Yeah little lady. Don’t embarrass Mommie Dearest,” Sue interrupted.
Avery jammed a fist into Sue’s flank and paid for it with a big elbow to the crown of the fireplug’s skull that turned Avery’s lower limbs to jelly.
Burlingame guided her foe to the corner above Bethany, straps on a Front Facelock and launched the challenger up in an aborted Suplex that allowed the title holder to lay Avery’s shins atop the uppermost cables of the corner.
“Don’t you…” Bethany’s idle threat was ignored by the Rainmaker.
Sue laid out and SPIKED Avery’s crown into the mat with a sickening thud, the crowd reflexively groaning from the brutality of the impact, the modified TrustfunDDT putting Avery in a momentary headstand before the curvy brunette tumbled to a lifeless starfish.
SPIKE TrustFunDDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0g5gvN2X9wE
A seated Sue puckered for the Boss.
“You know who runs this place,” Burlingame purred.
She pivoted and laid her tawny-skinned frame across the blasted Baby Boss for the…
ONE…
TWO…
…and Susan was skidding off her challenger, across the canvas, and under the ropes. Bethany, having reached under the bottom rope, hooked an ankle and tugged her World Champion off her daughter, the Ace joining her Commissioner on the outside.
While Nick looked on, unsure what to do, Bethany charged the champ with a Clothesline drawn. The wide-eyed Courtier dipped under the elder Christian’s attempt to floor her and when Bethy spun to take another try, Burlingame pivoted into a pristine Super Kick that caught Christian flush under the chin.
Bethany’s head snapped back with incredible torque and yet she remained vertical, peepers focused on somewhere very far away, perhaps where her senses had been knocked. Sue snatched the Boss, tugging her lowered skull into a Front Facelock.
“You know better than to throw the first punch,” Burlingame growled. “That gives us free reign.”
While Castle started his count, one that Sue takes pride in ignoring, the Bankable Bombshell spun into her signature Ka-ching, PLANTING Bethany into the thinly-padded cement with her version of the Twist of Fate.
KA-CHING @00:13
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ci9Ez4ZyMFU
As the blasted Bethany pooled out in a wide spread-eagle, the FAWNatics blowing the roof off the place, a semi-recovered and kneeling Avery watched with jaw properly dropped by the sight of her mother unconscious at the hand of the champion.
“DQ!” she wailed, rising and turning to Nick, grabbing him by the lapels, shaking the ref. “I said DQ!”
“For what?” a startled Castle asked. “Now get your hands off or we’ll have one.”
A snarling Baby Boss did as she’s told and shakily turned to find Sue slipping through the ropes. She raced toward Burlingame, but the veteran had enough savvy to drive a shoulder deep into the malleable, ivory midriff of her challenger on the way in.
Avery bleated a loud ‘erfffff’, Christian doubling over as she tried to catch her breath.
“Nice of you to not make me wait,” Sue acknowledged. “With Mom out for the night, I’d feel guilty if you didn’t join her.”
The Rainmaker, having fully reentered, latched onto a wrist of the challenger and aimed her at the far ropes, heaving the vertically-challenged fireplug off with an Irish Whip. Avery raced to the cables and rebounded, unaware a sprinting Susan was on her tail.
Burlingame leapt toward the U-turning Christian, Avery only a couple steps off the strands upon impact. Sue NAILED the Baby Boss in the chin with a Dropsault, decking Avery with the kick and using the collision to gracefully complete an airborne somersault, the Ace landing lightly on her chest and pushing up to all fours to take in the smoking wreckage.
DROPSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WiIwDhKrTKw
The Ace found Christian on her curvy caboose, massaging and flexing her mandible, trying to shake some grey matter back into place. Sue pushed to her feet, showing a hint of frustration the kid was trying and succeeding at doing the same.
Approaching a stooped Christian from behind, Burlingame swept a backhand grip across Avery’s throat, the Ace’s right arm pulling the challenger back into a dragon sleeper grip. The champ’s ready to show FAWN’s legacy brat some of Society’s Ills, but before the Black Courtier could CRASH the back of Christian’s skull into the canvas with the Inverted DDT, Baby Boss cleverly slipped out of the legend’s grasp, spinning behind Susan and wrapping a Waistlock around the champion.
Avery cinched her embrace and tries to vault Burlingame into the air, likely for a Suplex of the German variety, but the crafty veteran snaked a lean, caramel-colored leg around the abbreviated alabaster stem of the Baby Boss and kept herself grounded despite the grunt of effort from Junior.
Avery forced the matter, trying again, but once more Sue has herself anchored. She swings a blind elbow behind her that Christian dodged and the stubborn Avery tried one more time. But Christian had a plan to make this one the charm, breaking her laced fingers, releasing her tight hug to send her thirsty hands reaching up to Sue’s cups. Avery dug in a pair of Breast Claws, sinking her ten stilettoes deep into the tender tissue. A pained Burlingame lost the concentration of her counter from the shredding of the Baby Boss’ badassery and found herself aloft, Avery LAUNCHING THE WORLD CHAMPION with a…well…BREASTPLEX.
Up and over the grimacing Rainmaker partially backflipped, Sue’s shoulders and the back of her cranium CRASHING into the thinly-sheathed plywood. With Avery still holding on to her foe’s fun-bags, Christian gamely kept Sue stacked, Burlingame’s flushed face framed by her stems as she’s stuck in a German jackknife. While Avery continued to clench both claws, Castle’s down on the deck, counting as the disbelieving crowd watches in stunned silence for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Susan twisted free of the claws and the pin, keeping her third stay atop the mountain alive for the moment. Not that she was in the best position to defend the perch mind you, not after her dispatch of the Commissioner left Avery Christian both infuriated and galvanized. Burying both hands in Burlingame’s hair before the champ could roll offa one side, Avery hair-hauled the taller battler up alongside and promptly doubled her over with a Toe Kick.
“You’re going to regret EVER putting your hands on my mother, you disgusting tramp.” Christian the Younger growled in the midst of reeling Sue into a Front Facelock. Once that was done she slung the near arm over her shoulder, then reached down and captured the Ace’s left leg in a snug cradle. Hooks set, Baby Boss muscled Burlingame directly overhead and dropped back to THWHUNK Susan down flat on the base of her head and shoulders.
FISHERMAN'S BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYx6xhi7jpY
The Courtier popped to a glassy-eyed seat with Avery right there beside her, but the challenger didn’t stretch her out for a cover. Instead she flipped Burlingame onto her tummy and hurried around to her feet, which she collected in either hand. Bracing her left foot between the vulnerable limbs, Christian crossed Sue’s ankles in an ‘X’, then slid her planted foot forward to hold the Courtier’s legs in place. Hands free to inflict more punishment, Avery reached for Susan’s wrists only to hook her fingers into claws for no less than half a dozen savage raaaaaaaaaaaaaakes down her tawny back!
Sue wailed, reached backward to defend against future tortures and that’s when the fuming fireplug seized hold of her wrists. “Don’t think Castle’s going to stop me after the bell!” Avery threatened as she peeled her prey off the mat with a spine-wrenching Surfboard. “I’ll make sure he and all the other referees stand guard around the ring while I smother your has-been ass into retirement!”
Sue gritted her teeth, but was unable to stifle a low, droning moan. “Yeah, that’s right gramma! Submit to me!”
“Muuuhhhh…. maybe I should wait ‘til your mom wakes up.” Burlingame grunted. “Should be in the next hour or soNNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Avery pulled her right foot off the mat, planted it between the Rainmaker’s shoulders and stamped down to THWHUMP her face and chest into the deck courtesy of a Deathlock Curbstomp. NOW Christian went for the pin, the diminutive despot dropping to her knees to shovel Sue onto her back for an aggressive domineering Crossbody that could’ve doubled for a Front Sleeper considering how much jugg was on the champ’s face through…
DEATH-LOCK CURBSTOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RqrRiqfgH38
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sue shoved the challenger clear, a show of resilience that earned Nick Castle a withering glare. “You were out of position!” she barked at the Senior Official.
“I was in position on time, Avery.” he replied. “Perhaps you should consider hooking the leg next time.”
Christian’s mood did not improve, though she did offer him a nasty smile. “That’s exactly what I’ll do, little man.”
Returning her attention to the woozy Bombshell, Avery peeled her up with a single handful of hair that stayed intact through the duration of a short, unpleasant sprint that culminated with Burlingame’s forehead BWUUUNGING off the top turnbuckle. Sue shuddered, turned around and tried for a sloppy clinch only to catch a Shoulderblock to the belly. From there Avery hooked the other brunette behind the knees and muscled her into a seat on the top buckle.
The Burlingame Backers warned their heroine of imminent danger when Baby Boss mounted the second rope, unfortunately Susan was in no position to stop Christian from securing another Front Facelock. Yoking up on her grip until the heiress was forced to rise (or at least begin to rise) Avery caught her behind the right knee and finished the job for her, the FAWN executive to be lifting Sue to high noon, then falling aaaaaaaaaaaall the way down to THAWHAM the Ace on the thinly-sheathed plywood with a thunderous Avalanche Fisherman’s Buster!
AVALANCHE FISHERMAN'S BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQEyZ8tHb4M
Burlingame didn’t sit up this time, as Christian the Second immediately scrambled around and dropped across her chest in a miniature Splash. And damned if she didn’t hook both legs in a tight bundle, Avery batting her eyes and mouthing along with Castle while he counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Burlingame wrenched loose at the last possible second, leaving the crowd to roar while Avery tore at her own hair, the challenger’s eyes wide with incredulous fury! “STAY DOWN!” Christian bellowed at the Courtier even before she made it to verticality and unleashed a flurry of stomps to opposing tummy and chest. “STAY DOWN, STAY DOWN, STAY DOWN! I’M THE FUTURE OF THIS BUSINESS AND EVERYONE KNOWS IT!”
Susan couldn’t defend against the words, let alone the stomps and she was thoroughly flattened by the time her fuming adversary turned and made her way to the nearest corner. Stepping out onto the apron, Christian ascended the ring-post and stood tall to proclaim, “THERE’S ONLY ONE POWER IN FAWN… AND ITS NAME IS CHRISTIAN!” She leapt into the lights, Avery seeming to hang at the apex for several heartbeats before time regained its normal flow and she came crashing down on Susan’s cheNO!
Burlingame twisted in a quarter circle so that her feet were pointed toward the incoming threat. Just like that she brought those lethal legs up and ‘SMECKED’ them around Christian’s head and left arm just as the challenger THWHAMMED down upon the recently vacated canvas! Ankles already crossed, Sue caught Avery’s left wrist in both hands and yanked back while simultaneously pouring every bit of crushing power into her Scissors.
Only vaguely aware that she’d plummeted into a Triangle Choke, the breathless brunette reared back on her haunches, then made it to one knee without doing anything to alleviate the pressure. If she’d been a little less flummoxed Christian might’ve tried to deadlift Sue off the mat or maybe collapse atop her for a Matchbook, but the missed Slash and mounting pressure had her seeking separation and nothing else, meaning she wasn’t thinking about defense when Burlingame halved her wrist control to drive the point of her left elbow between Avery’s eyes over and over and over again!
Give the challenger credit, she defended against the elbows as best she could, but then the Ace would just squeeeeeeeeze down on the Scissors, forcing her to try and prize them open, which allowed for another round of hard striking. This continued for about fifteen seconds before Avery’s legs gave out and she crumpled to her knees, red-faced and sucking wind.
Sue punished her with a final constriction to see if Baby Boss would tap out. Releasing when she did not, the Rainmaker got to her feet and hauled the white-clad battler along for the ride. “Leave mom backstage next time, kid.” Sue grunted as she slid into place on Christian’s six. “You did a helluva lot better when she wasn’t barking in your ear.”
Avery said nothing to this, which was fine with Burlingame, who’d already wrenched the challenger’s right arm in a Chickenwing. Placing her free hand against the back of Avery’s neck, Sue pushed down and spun the other brunette around so the heiress could collect a Front Facelock. Burlingame reached down with her left arm, caught Christian’s right leg behind the knee and lifted it off the canvas in an unpleasant cradle. Lifting Boss Baby off her feet to a roar of approval from the capacity crowd, Susan braced the sputtering fireplug 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 THWONK Avery’s noggin into the mat!
SPIRIT CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOMWRvdJ7Og
Christian popped open on impact, the second generation star settling into a starfish that was partially obscured when Susan swung a leg over and sat down hard on her insensate face! No theatrics from the Ace, she only slapped her hands on Avery’s belly and pushed down hard through…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Loathe as she was to give up such a well-earned seat, Sue didn’t know Bethany’s location, so she pushed up and swung around to get a full view of the squared circle while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… SUE BURLINGAME!”
Down on the outside, Bethany pounded a fist into the apron when Castle handed the Rainmaker her golden prize. Catching the champ’s eye, she pointed a finger and promised, “You’ll pay for this… this indignity, Burlingame. No one puts their hands on me. And no one humiliates my daughter.”
Sue snapped the belt around her waist, rolled her shoulders. “You think that was humiliating? I’m only on my feet right now because the kid gave me a real fight after I laid out your sorry, meddling ass.”
“You insolent piece of--” Christian the Elder climbed onto the apron and would’ve come through the ropes if Susan hadn’t stepped forward.
“Stick to running the day to day, Bethany.” Burlingame advised. “Everyone knows you don’t have the inclination or the guts to keep that locker room under control. Emily says you’re welcome, by the way.”
Bethany snarled, started to reply, caught herself. After a deep breath she said, “Lay a finger on my daughter post-bell and I’ll strip you of the World Title like that.” She snapped her fingers to emphasize the point.
“Get off my apron and you won’t have anything to worry about.”
The executive looked between Susan and Avery before settling her gaze on Nick Castle. “Keep an eye on her, or it’s your ass too, Castle.”
Nick promised he would, so Bethany dropped down from the apron and stormed up the ramp, head held high in spite of the jeers raining down form the FAWNatics. Alone with her victory, Susan strutted over to Avery and very deliberately stepped over the unconscious challenger. Feet planted on either side of Christian’s hips, Sue buffed the belt’s faceplate with one forearm, then raised both arms in a showy ‘V’. She was still enjoying the pose when the broadcast faded to black.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit and is for the FAWN World Championship! First. Hailing from Kyoto, Japan, she stands five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… Ladies and gentlemen, she is the heir to greatness… she is the Future of FAWN… She is… AVERY CHRISTIAN!!!!!”
PROBLEM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ZrZI6OmezE
As Natalia Kills’ ‘Problem’ pumped over the speakers, the surname proved all the inducement the assembled need to start jeering even before the CEO’s daughter strode onto stage. And when it became clear the Boss was escorting the challenger to her audience with the Ace, the horde raised their decibel levels even further.
AVERY CHRISTIAN:
Though lacking her mother’s height, the starkest difference between them, Avery possessed Mom’s long, raven hair and curvaceous frame, the latter amplified by being compressed to five foot three inches, making each curve even more pronounced.
A quick glance at Avery proved enough to convince the crowd she’s built to make exquisite use of the Front Sleeper and her togs seemed designed with that proficiency VERY much in mind.
Christian wore a white one piece with a neckline that didn’t so much plunge as it did dive, stopping maybe an inch above Avery’s navel. Black straps rose over her shoulder and crisscrossed her back, with black trim surrounding the leg holes at the bottom of the garment. Her pads, wrist tape and boots were all gold—a harbinger of success for the self-professed “Future of FAWN”.
The fans well understood Bethany’s daughter cared not to court their favor and her disgust toward them was only exacerbated by the presence of Mother Christian. Avery’s only response to their vocal scorn was a dismissive wave of the hand to each side of the railing as she stalked her way toward the ring, Bethany comfortably behind, admiring her genetic handiwork not to mention having the pull to place someone who didn’t have the appropriate resume in the Main Event.
As the Christians approached the ring, the sassy swish of Avery’s hips alerted the crowd to the fact the Baby Boss was very much a “dual threat”, her hindquarters looking every bit the menace her cleavage presented.
Ascending the ring steps, Avery stopped to prop open the ropes, sitting on the middle and pushing up the top. The Commissioner smiled warmly at her daughter, offering a ‘Thank you’ before stepping through and taking a place in the middle of the ring. Avery swiveled the rest of the way through and stepped one foot on the bottom strand, Christian the Younger rising up and leaning over the top rope, giving the hard cam a most generous look at her bounty.
“Cool it with the peep show,” Mom interceded and a sour-faced Baby Boss joined the real one center stage, the Commish pulling a microphone to her lips.
“I’ve waited long enough to show the Black Court their place,” Bethany informed. “Tonight, my only child will begin the destruction with the elimination of their most precious piece.”
Bethany handed over the stick to lead ref Nick Castle and she led her busty offspring to their corner of choice. The CEO offered last words of wisdom, both Christians taking a peek at the entrance when Avery’s music faded to the reveal the growing buzz of the crowd.
With Bethany shielding her daughter from Nick Castle’s final inspection, the Announcer raised his mic once more. 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!”
Already on their feet to properly jeer the second generation superstar, the Mayhem merrymakers raised a far happier roar 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.
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
For tonight‘s defense Susan sported a snug blue tank-top displaying a trio of Aces, all of them Spades. 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.
Both intrigued and irritated by tonight’s challenger (Sue had submitted a very specific list of names to the front office and Bethany Christian’s daughter wasn’t even NEAR it) Burlingame kept her head on a swivel just in case the manipulative executive had managed to recruit Miranda or any of her other lunatics to strike a blow before the bell. Breathing a sigh of relief when she reached the squared circle in peace, Susan dove under the bottom rope, popped up on one knee and tugged the belt from around her waist so she could hold it overhead as she got to her feet.
The presence of gold finally got Avery’s attention, the challenger stepping around her mom to fit an invisible belt around her own impressive waist. Sue smirked, held the strap in her direction. “Oh, you mean this? You’re going to have to beat me if you want to play anything other than make-believe.” Two generations of Christians sniffed derisively, then turned their backs, leaving Sue to salute the crowd one more time before she handed the gold to Nick Castle and strolled to the opposite corner.
Mommy Dearest was still in the challenger’s ear when the bell sounded, so Susan took the opportunity to make her way to the middle of the squared circle. Avery and Bethany noted Burlingame’s arrival with the briefest of glances, then continued their conference, much to the chagrin of Nick Castle. Another woman, hell, another World Champion, might’ve felt disrespected by this slight, Susan however took it all in stride, the Ace settling in for a series of deeeeeeeeeeep leg stretches that loosened her up quite nicely while also offering the crowd an excellent view of, ahem, the best seat in the house.
Castle proved far less patient and after another five seconds he moved to the Christian Camp and said, “Match is on, Avery. Head out there or I’ll start counting.”
“Oh, you’re more than welcome to do so, Castle.” Avery replied without deigning to glance at the zebra. “We’re almost done here.”
Nick rolled his eyes and did as suggested, reaching all the way to ‘FOUR!’ before Bethany descended the steps and Avery moved out to meet the Rainmaker. Rising out of her stretches the instant the younger brunette began to close, Burlingame made a deliberate show of assuming her usual martial arts stance only to immediately take a step back and put her hands on her hips. A flash of irritation passed across Christian’s face, then deepened when the heiress offered no response.
Bringing her own hands up even as she settled into a classic grappler’s crouch, Avery called, “I’ve been a fan of yours FOREVER, Ms. Susan! Your career is one I’d really like to emulate, I mean, I’d love to look as good as you do on the bad side of forty.”
Sue, who wouldn’t see any side of forty for another few years, circled to her left, though she most certainly did not remove her hands from her hips. Instead she replied, “I’ve always been a huge supporter of Bring Your Kids to Work Day, but it makes me wonder if you could’ve earned this shot on your own if she’d left you in the gym instead of the daycare cent--”
Avery lunged in with a Toe Kick that would’ve speared the Courtier’s belly if Sue hadn’t caught that ankle in both hands. If this proved a hindrance Christian didn’t show it. Indeed the FAWNatics were still registering the block when Avery exploded off her plant foot and whipped it at Burlingame’s skull in an equally swift Enzu--
Susan dropped into a crouch, leaving Avery to land on her hands and one knee. The other remained in the champion’s grasp so Burlingame hauled the smaller wrestler into a near-perfect handstand, then dropped to her knees to THUNK Christian’s other knee into the thinly-sheathed plywood! Avery hissed, twisted onto her back and drew the thrumming to her--
The Bankable Bombshell busted out a high vertical leap, both knees already raised to chest-level for the Stomp honed in on Christian’s second generation ra--
THOMP! Avery rolled out of the way and pushed to one knee, leaving Susan to scuff her soles against the mat as she took a few steps back. “You’re underestimating me.” Avery observed, her tone equally amused and cold. “That’s a dangerous thing to do, Gramma.”
“Gramma?” Sue raised an eyebrow. “If I’m that old wouldn’t that put your mother at least a decade into crone-hoWHOAH!”
Christian shot in off her knee, caught Burlingame behind the left thigh and wrenched the limb upward, meaning to dump her to the mat with a Spinebuster-infused Single Leg Takedo--NO!
Susan didn’t fight the lift, rather she braced her left hand on the challenger’s shoulder to maintain verticality while she raised her right arm high overhead and DRILLED the point of that elbow into the crown of Christian’s skull. Avery’s control over the champ’s leg evaporated, allowing Sue to return to the deck whereupon she promptly cinched a tight Side Headlock around the smaller wrestler’s noggin.
Snarling in pain and irritation as Burlingame mashed her features against the curve of her left breast, Christian delivered a few punches to the Courtier’s tummy, then wrapped her arms around Burlingame’s tawny middle and walked her into the ropes only to bounce out and send the veteran on her way with a powerful shove! Susan took the escape in stride, hitting the ropes on the far side at a dead run to ensure she had a full head of steam when she met Avery in the center of the “RRRGGGGGHHHH!”
The heiress caught Christian in another Side Headlock, only this time she laid out on her left side, forcing the brunette fireplug down alongside. With Avery stretched out on her left hip and shoulder, Burlingame worked the Headlock like a part-time job, the Threepeat World Champ wrenching and torquing while carefully rotating herself up a good ninety degrees so that their straining frames looked like the hands of a clock striking six.
GROUNDED HEADLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNEPWFdSv9s
“Watch her forearm, Castle!” Bethany barked from her spot on the outside. “If that turns into a choke I want you to break it at once!” Nick affirmed it wasn’t a choke, not that it stopped the Elder Christian from complaining for even a moment.
Careful to avoid the flailing hands seeking her chin, Susan continued to twist the both of ‘em until she could set eyes on the scowling executive. “Helicopter parenting, Bethany?” she taunted. “Really, I would’ve thought you better than OWHAIRHURGH!”
Avery caught a huge handful of the Ace’s hair and yanked her head back far enough to ‘smeck’ her legs around Burlingame’s exposed neck! Breaking the Headlock with a single forceful pop of her hips, Christian crossed her ankles and squeeeeeeeeeeezed Sue’s skull hard enough to make her boots patter on the canvas.
“Keep off the hair, Avery!” Nick called an infraction he suspected rather than witnessed.
Avery knew as much and called him out posthaste. “Did you see me pull her hair, Castle?”
“Well, no.”
“Then I didn’t pull her hair, did I?” Christian punctuated her innocence by CRAAACKING a single overhand slap against the Rainmaker’s exposed midsection. Snickering at the sound of Burlingame’s pained hiss, Avery taunted, “Being the Ace might be enough to let you best every other woman on this roster, but do you know what trumps an Ace, ma’am?” Christian spoke the last with the same venom as she’d use for any other four-letter word. “The support of the entire front offi-oh no you don’t!”
But Susan did, twisting herself around within the confines of the Scissors to finish up on all fours with the crown of her skull ground unpleasantly against the mat. “Don’t think I’ve got any qualms about hurting senior citizens.” Christian’s tone was conversational, even pleasant as she crooked both hands into talons and raaaaaaaaaked the exposed curve of the World Champion’s back. Susan snarled but couldn’t pop loose of the tyro’s thighs, so Avery scored her back again, then grabbed a double handful of waistband and hoisted them several inches higher! “You and the other Black Court idiots have needed a wake-up call for a long time and I’m just the woman to deliver WHOAH!”
Avery chose the wedgie because it was A) humiliating and B) a way to keep Burlingame from hand-standing out of her grasp. What it did not do was prevent the Bankable Bombshell from somersaulting forward into her opposition, Sue landing in a heavy straddle atop those vaunted juggs. Wedgie abandoned to focus on getting her shoulders off the mat, Christian kicked her legs up and hooked them under the veteran’s armpits to “MMMMMRRRRRPHHH!”
Sue clamped down on Avery’s shins and locked her hands, effectively transforming the straddle into a Matchbook. In the same breath she slid forward and splayed her knees wide, all the better to give the challenger a faceful of those midnight blue briefs!
Avery and Bethany protested this injustice with equal vigor but vastly different volumes, each of them almost drowned out by the sound of several thousand FAWNatics joining Nick to count…
ONE…
TWO…
Christian’s flexing stems didn’t have enough strength to flip positions on the champ, but they allowed her an escape, a shoulder coming off the canvas as she slopped to her side. Burlingame still straddled Baby Boss, but now it’s her foe’s right hip and ribs. Avery used the little slack she had under Sue to roll to her chest. She tried to slip out from underneath, digging her nails into the canvas and slithering, but Burlingame ended the effort by sinking a set of fingers into Avery’s locks and ripping the strands toward her.
Christian’s back arched from the attack and both she and the Commissioner (Mom) immediately made Castle aware of Susan’s illegal grip. The Ace SLAMMED Avery’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood, the challenger’s forehead BANGING off the canvas.
Sue turned to her superior and raised her hands.
“I’m off, your majesty,” the three-time World Champ said with a grin.
The Rainmaker hopped to her feet and pulled the short but sturdy Baby Boss to hers by a wrist. Christian wobbled next to the Black Courtier, but balled her left fist and sent a shot into Sue’s kidney. Burlingame’s body folded around the impact with a grimace. Susan responded with a clubbing blow to the back of Avery’s braincase, sedating any comeback for the moment.
With Christian weak in the knees, the champ tugged Avery’s head into a Front Facelock and ducked under the limp opposite arm of her foe. Sue grasped a handful of the challenger’s gear at the hip and RIPPED Christian off her feet, planting on to the canvas with a Snap Suplex.
SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEKFDB5j7-g
Never giving up her grip, Susan pivoted her hips and drew the vertically challenged fireplug up only to send her flipping over again with a repeat maneuver, spine THUMPING against the canvas, the busty brunette curling in pain.
Susan took her prey up again but this time she laid the heavy lumber, spiking the crown of Christian’s skull into the canvas with a Snap Brainbuster, Avery’s cranium PLOWING into the mat.
SNAP BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCGX7DvbDXA
Bethany turns her head from the impact and a good thing as it’s a nasty sight, Avery spreading in a starfish, spasming before falling still. Susan’s to her knees quickly and took a long glance at the splayed challenger then a turn and wink at Bethany.
“You know that locker room would be anarchy without the Court.” Susan told the executive. “And you thank us by cutting your girl to the front of the line? Well look what it got her.”
Burlingame motioned to the semi-conscious Avery. She sidled on all fours to the brunette’s side and dropped in a lateral press to make sure she could stare down the frustrated and frantic boss as she secured another title match victory, Bethany shouting at her daughter to get her ass up. But it didn’t happen for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The Commissioner’s baby girl showed the stubborn streak that made her Mom such a long-lasting executive with the organization. Bethany gave Avery a one-woman ovation and it seemed to give little Christian the impetus to make it to one knee.
Burlingame scrambled to boot leather and took off for the ropes behind her. She rebounded, sprinting at the rising Avery, Christian with both feet under her but still bent over enough Sue launched her right leg out in front of her and brought a wicked Axe Kick down across the back of Avery’s neck. The impact sent the Baby Boss back to horizontal, this time flattened face first.
AXE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZAH-wewNbjA
The crowd roared its approval, adoring the continued destruction, perhaps even more so because Bethany’s forced to see the demolition of her progeny. Burlingame skidded to a stop and didn’t bother turning to see the destruction. Instead, she strolled by the Boss whose conveniently leapt to the apron to jaw at her World Champion.
Sue held an index finger to her lips.
“You had to know how big a mistake this is,” Susan said point blank. “You’re the face of FAWN power but the Court is the brain and the brawn. So enjoy.”
The Ace turned back to Avery and strolled toward her, the Baby Boss up to hands and knees, trying to shake the attic of cobwebs out of her brain. Reaching her, Burlingame sank a set of nails into Christian’s scalp, tugging the overmatched challenger to her haunches, Avery’s head bobbling on a loosened neck.
And from nowhere, Christian swung an Uppercut forearm between Sue’s tawny thighs, striking the inner sanctum of the champion’s core. Burlingame’s dark eyes went wide and she lifted to tiptoes from the force of the impact. As Christian’s arm swung away like a pendulum, Susan was left knock-kneed, hands buried at the juncture of her lower limbs.
A huffing Avery pushed to her feet, took a moment to catch her breath and her composure, Sue frozen in place, and spun into a Discus Elbow Smash that DECKED the previously dominant Courtier.
DISCUS ELBOW SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzKJKG7P9WQ
Burlingame was laid out by the fireplug brunette, Susan spread-eagled, Avery showing power could come in compact curvy packages.
On the sidelines, Bethany clapsped from her new camp on the apron, Castle seemingly uninterested in telling the boss to get back on the floor.
“That’s it darling. Show this trash and the rest of those Courtesans what feeding a lion to the Christians looks like.”
Avery snatched a wrist of the shellshocked Burlingame and ‘helped’ the champ to her feet. She aimed the Ace at Mom and heaved Sue into a sprint with an Irish Whip, Burlingame turning in time to SLAM into the buckles spine-first.
Already on the move before the collision, Avery raced toward her foe, eating up the distance in a hurry and leaping from a few feet out to show how big a SPLASH she could make, the short but curvy chip off the old block BURYING Susan’s pained features in a double-barrel of flesh with a corner Avalanche.
With a spring back in her step, Avery bounced away from the heavy collision, grabbed Nick Castle by a wrist and drew him along for a walk to center stage where Baby Boss bought up the bread and butter, namely the man’s contract and whether an extension would be something he’s interested in.
While Avery took up her mother’s negotiations with the official, Mom had an arm wrapped tightly around the throat of her next ex-World Champion, choking the life from the red-faced Burlingame. Bethany leanred next to an ear. “Nobody’s coming to save you, bytch. I made sure I had the arena fumigated. All the little mice that make up your Court won’t be coming to the rescue when my little girl makes good.”
The FAWN executive would’ve loved nothing more than to throttle some respect into her insolent World Champion. But she understood that Nick Castle wasn’t foolish and Avery’s distraction could only last so long. Thus she abandoned the Sleeper for a single quick Forearm Smash to the back of the skull before she dropped from the apron to the floor.
As for the challenger, she kept up the contract talk for several seconds after mom had vacated the corner, then put an end to the discussion with a breezy yet ominous, ‘We’ll talk after the match!” Brushing by the zebra (who made sure not to roll his eyes while Bethany was around) broke into an explosive lope, dropped a shoulder and launched herself at the Ace, Christian the Younger THWHUMPING a huge Spear into Burlingame’s gulping tummy. Sue folded in half around the encroaching fireplug, probably would’ve dropped to her butt if Avery hadn’t cinched both arms around her thighs and backpedaled out of the corner with the Courtier slung over one shoulder.
Lips curled up in a smirk as the crowd buzzed over the sudden shift in power, Christian treated Sue’s rump to a possessive pat then broke into another barreling run that took her to the opposite side of the squared circle. BWUUUNG! Susan hit spine-first, the power of the impact bouncing both wrestlers away from the buckles, the champ still draped over the corner of the challenger. This arrangement ended immediately thereafter when Avery whipped around on one heel, pushed up on tiptoe and slung herself forward and down to THAWHAM Burlingame to the deck with a ring-rattling Spinebuster. No sooner had they touched down did Avery somersault over the prone brunette, the second generation superstar settling with her back pressing down on Sue’s chest while she simultaneously hooked the right leg in a rough but effective Jackknife. Checking Burlingame’s shoulders as he swooped in beside the cover, Castle counted off…
SPINEBUSTER & JACKKNIFE PIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GzrYUdxKVlE
ONE…
TWO…
The Rainmaker powered free a heartbeat after ‘TWO!’ earning the senior official a glare from mother and daughter alike. But the Fledgling Terror didn’t seem too put out, indeed she was all smiles as she plunged both hands into the heiress’ hair and ripped her to boot-leather. Switching over to a hold on Burlingame’s waistband so the official couldn’t give her any Stink-Eye, Avery nudged her foe forward with one shoulder, then tugged the tights to reel her in and THWHACKED a Forearm Smash across Sue’s lower back. The Bankable Bombshell groaned and stumbled forward, her hands flying to shoulder level to clutch at an unseen tormentor. She’d yet to find any purchase when Avery repeated her previous tactic, nudge, tug, thwhack, the Forearm Smash just spanking off her prey’s vulnerable back. Burlingame shuddered hard, almost took a knee only to steady out at the last second.
The show of resilience didn’t please Baby Boss, so she made sure to hike Sue’s briefs quite a bit higher than necessary prior to the delivery of her third Forearm Smash. “On your knees, bytch.” Christian growled to the three time World Champ. “It’s time you recognized the true power in FAWNNNGGGHH!”
Sue fired a Back Elbow over her right shoulder, catching Avery in the side of the head. Catching a breath even as Avery swayed in place, Burlingame huffed, “You’re already talking to her, small WHOOANNGGHH!”
Avery pulled her in to finish the quartet, only now she dipped forward to wedge her head beneath the Courtier’s left arm. Looping her right arm around Sue’s waist, Christian put her left mitt to the brunette’s tush and powered her into the sky for a Backdrop Sup-- she twisted out from under her woozy burden, hooked both hands over Sue’s jaw in a loose Reverse Chinlock and laid out flat to THWHAM the Ace down on the back of her head with a high impact Reverse Neckbreaker! Burlingame bounced to a seat, got spread flat again as soon as Avery palmed her shoulders. Spinning around to one side to stretch out in a high, snug Crossbody, Christian made sure to feed the beleaguered bombshell a faceful of jugg while Castle and the rest of the morons in attendance began her coronation with a…
BACK SUPLEX NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWsVLpvAdVs
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The challenger’s first real near-fall earned a concerned roar from the FAWNatics, a majority of them sensing that Bethany’s ballistic brat could damned well put an end to the Ace’s record-tying reign. Avery must’ve sensed it too because she didn’t waste so much as a breath arguing with Castle about the pace of the count. Instead she grabbed Sue by the hair and scrambled to verticality while only hoisting the Courtier to a seat. Positioned behind Burlingame, Avery gripped a shoulder with one hand, went up on tiptoes and dropped to one knee to gouge a nasty Bionic Elbow into the crown of Sue’s skull!
The Rainmaker moaned, tried to slop forward, but Christian cupped her right hand over opposing chin and wrenched her head at a rather precarious angle. From there she braced her left forearm against the side of Burlingame’s face, gripped her right wrist and pushed bore down with all her weight while continuing to tug on the heiress’ chin.
NECK VISE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKIFXiTfBT0
“Give up!” Avery demanded ten seconds into the Neck Vise. “You may have the gold, but you don’t have the pedigree to hang with me!” The Fledgling Terror jostled Sue’s chin to emphasize her point.
Nick Castle didn’t much agree with that assessment, but he didn’t much care for the angle of Sue’s neck either, so he sank to his haunches beside the action and asked, “What do you say, Sue? Need me to call for the bell?”
“She says she’s an overrated has-been that can’t hang with the new generation!” Christian the Younger taunted. “Isn’t that right, SusOOFFHH!”
Burlingame scooted around on her butt to alleviate some of the pressure and to stuff an elbow into the challenger’s tummy. Avery grimaced, torqued the heiress’ neck again and bared her teeth in an angry snarl when Susan answered with not two, but three more elbows to the midsection. Not about to stand there and take shots even if they were delivered from a disadvantageous position, Avery hopped in place to jounce Burlingame’s noggin once more, then she helped herself to a double handful of hair and hauled the rubbery-necked Courtier to her feet.
“Gonna wish you’d kept this grounded, hag.” Christian snapped after a pair of quick slaps to the mouth. “Now your old bones have that much farther to fall.”
The Ace had nothing to say to that, so Avery spun around and ran the ropes to power her return to Burlingame who-- Sue’s right arm flashed out in an instinctual Clothesline that Christian dipped while simultaneously hooking her right arm over the extended limb. Thus tethered to the champ, she hopped up and floated over, Christian looking to-- OOOOOHHHHHHH! Avery was stretched over Burlingame’s shoulders for half a second at best, yet that was more than enough time for the Bankable Bombshell to snake an arm over neck and thigh and in so doing anchor her to the Fireman’s Carry.
Smile fading as Avery kicked and squirmed in Burlingame’s trap, Bethany barked, “Get down from there, darling! Don’t let her--” Susan swung the Boss Baby out behind her, the champ relinquishing her foe’s legs to secure a Three Quarters Facelock that lasted until she dropped to one knee and THWHONKED Christian down face-first atop the posted joint!
ACE OF ACES @ 00:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
Bounced back on her heels by the explosive power of the Ace of Aces, Avery swayed in place, her arms windmilling in slow motion as she fought to stay uprig-- Sue swung ‘round behind the faltering fireplug and slipped her arms beneath Avery’s biceps to pin her arms overhead in a Full Nelson. Never once forgetting where she was in the squared circle, Burlingame pivoted them both to make sure Bethany had a perfect view when the Three Time World Champ got low and popped her hips to take Avery up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head with a vicious Dragon Suplex.
DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ahLd_ZpnGqc
Christian tugged free of the other brunette’s clutches, but this only meant she slopped over onto her back before Burlingame stretched out over her chest and drew the far leg tight for…
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Baby Boss showed she’s got at least some of the resilience that made her Mom a star, her short sturdy frame spasming, freeing herself from under the Ace. Sue offered a knowing nod to no one in particular, willing to give Christian her due in forcing the match to continue. Burlingame latched onto the dark shoulder-length locks of the challenger and drew Avery to rubbery legs. She turned Christian toward Bethany.
“The kid ain’t bad,” Sue admitted to Momma. “She’s not Court material, at least not yet. But a few years training under Emily… and a few years away from your overbearing ass, could do wonders for her prospects.”
Burlingame sent a cheeky wink in Bethany’s direction, the Commish gritting her teeth in anger.
“Come on, Aves,” she encouraged, trying to break through the glaze in her daughter’s dark eyes. “Don’t let me down!”
“Yeah little lady. Don’t embarrass Mommie Dearest,” Sue interrupted.
Avery jammed a fist into Sue’s flank and paid for it with a big elbow to the crown of the fireplug’s skull that turned Avery’s lower limbs to jelly.
Burlingame guided her foe to the corner above Bethany, straps on a Front Facelock and launched the challenger up in an aborted Suplex that allowed the title holder to lay Avery’s shins atop the uppermost cables of the corner.
“Don’t you…” Bethany’s idle threat was ignored by the Rainmaker.
Sue laid out and SPIKED Avery’s crown into the mat with a sickening thud, the crowd reflexively groaning from the brutality of the impact, the modified TrustfunDDT putting Avery in a momentary headstand before the curvy brunette tumbled to a lifeless starfish.
SPIKE TrustFunDDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0g5gvN2X9wE
A seated Sue puckered for the Boss.
“You know who runs this place,” Burlingame purred.
She pivoted and laid her tawny-skinned frame across the blasted Baby Boss for the…
ONE…
TWO…
…and Susan was skidding off her challenger, across the canvas, and under the ropes. Bethany, having reached under the bottom rope, hooked an ankle and tugged her World Champion off her daughter, the Ace joining her Commissioner on the outside.
While Nick looked on, unsure what to do, Bethany charged the champ with a Clothesline drawn. The wide-eyed Courtier dipped under the elder Christian’s attempt to floor her and when Bethy spun to take another try, Burlingame pivoted into a pristine Super Kick that caught Christian flush under the chin.
Bethany’s head snapped back with incredible torque and yet she remained vertical, peepers focused on somewhere very far away, perhaps where her senses had been knocked. Sue snatched the Boss, tugging her lowered skull into a Front Facelock.
“You know better than to throw the first punch,” Burlingame growled. “That gives us free reign.”
While Castle started his count, one that Sue takes pride in ignoring, the Bankable Bombshell spun into her signature Ka-ching, PLANTING Bethany into the thinly-padded cement with her version of the Twist of Fate.
KA-CHING @00:13
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ci9Ez4ZyMFU
As the blasted Bethany pooled out in a wide spread-eagle, the FAWNatics blowing the roof off the place, a semi-recovered and kneeling Avery watched with jaw properly dropped by the sight of her mother unconscious at the hand of the champion.
“DQ!” she wailed, rising and turning to Nick, grabbing him by the lapels, shaking the ref. “I said DQ!”
“For what?” a startled Castle asked. “Now get your hands off or we’ll have one.”
A snarling Baby Boss did as she’s told and shakily turned to find Sue slipping through the ropes. She raced toward Burlingame, but the veteran had enough savvy to drive a shoulder deep into the malleable, ivory midriff of her challenger on the way in.
Avery bleated a loud ‘erfffff’, Christian doubling over as she tried to catch her breath.
“Nice of you to not make me wait,” Sue acknowledged. “With Mom out for the night, I’d feel guilty if you didn’t join her.”
The Rainmaker, having fully reentered, latched onto a wrist of the challenger and aimed her at the far ropes, heaving the vertically-challenged fireplug off with an Irish Whip. Avery raced to the cables and rebounded, unaware a sprinting Susan was on her tail.
Burlingame leapt toward the U-turning Christian, Avery only a couple steps off the strands upon impact. Sue NAILED the Baby Boss in the chin with a Dropsault, decking Avery with the kick and using the collision to gracefully complete an airborne somersault, the Ace landing lightly on her chest and pushing up to all fours to take in the smoking wreckage.
DROPSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WiIwDhKrTKw
The Ace found Christian on her curvy caboose, massaging and flexing her mandible, trying to shake some grey matter back into place. Sue pushed to her feet, showing a hint of frustration the kid was trying and succeeding at doing the same.
Approaching a stooped Christian from behind, Burlingame swept a backhand grip across Avery’s throat, the Ace’s right arm pulling the challenger back into a dragon sleeper grip. The champ’s ready to show FAWN’s legacy brat some of Society’s Ills, but before the Black Courtier could CRASH the back of Christian’s skull into the canvas with the Inverted DDT, Baby Boss cleverly slipped out of the legend’s grasp, spinning behind Susan and wrapping a Waistlock around the champion.
Avery cinched her embrace and tries to vault Burlingame into the air, likely for a Suplex of the German variety, but the crafty veteran snaked a lean, caramel-colored leg around the abbreviated alabaster stem of the Baby Boss and kept herself grounded despite the grunt of effort from Junior.
Avery forced the matter, trying again, but once more Sue has herself anchored. She swings a blind elbow behind her that Christian dodged and the stubborn Avery tried one more time. But Christian had a plan to make this one the charm, breaking her laced fingers, releasing her tight hug to send her thirsty hands reaching up to Sue’s cups. Avery dug in a pair of Breast Claws, sinking her ten stilettoes deep into the tender tissue. A pained Burlingame lost the concentration of her counter from the shredding of the Baby Boss’ badassery and found herself aloft, Avery LAUNCHING THE WORLD CHAMPION with a…well…BREASTPLEX.
Up and over the grimacing Rainmaker partially backflipped, Sue’s shoulders and the back of her cranium CRASHING into the thinly-sheathed plywood. With Avery still holding on to her foe’s fun-bags, Christian gamely kept Sue stacked, Burlingame’s flushed face framed by her stems as she’s stuck in a German jackknife. While Avery continued to clench both claws, Castle’s down on the deck, counting as the disbelieving crowd watches in stunned silence for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Susan twisted free of the claws and the pin, keeping her third stay atop the mountain alive for the moment. Not that she was in the best position to defend the perch mind you, not after her dispatch of the Commissioner left Avery Christian both infuriated and galvanized. Burying both hands in Burlingame’s hair before the champ could roll offa one side, Avery hair-hauled the taller battler up alongside and promptly doubled her over with a Toe Kick.
“You’re going to regret EVER putting your hands on my mother, you disgusting tramp.” Christian the Younger growled in the midst of reeling Sue into a Front Facelock. Once that was done she slung the near arm over her shoulder, then reached down and captured the Ace’s left leg in a snug cradle. Hooks set, Baby Boss muscled Burlingame directly overhead and dropped back to THWHUNK Susan down flat on the base of her head and shoulders.
FISHERMAN'S BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYx6xhi7jpY
The Courtier popped to a glassy-eyed seat with Avery right there beside her, but the challenger didn’t stretch her out for a cover. Instead she flipped Burlingame onto her tummy and hurried around to her feet, which she collected in either hand. Bracing her left foot between the vulnerable limbs, Christian crossed Sue’s ankles in an ‘X’, then slid her planted foot forward to hold the Courtier’s legs in place. Hands free to inflict more punishment, Avery reached for Susan’s wrists only to hook her fingers into claws for no less than half a dozen savage raaaaaaaaaaaaaakes down her tawny back!
Sue wailed, reached backward to defend against future tortures and that’s when the fuming fireplug seized hold of her wrists. “Don’t think Castle’s going to stop me after the bell!” Avery threatened as she peeled her prey off the mat with a spine-wrenching Surfboard. “I’ll make sure he and all the other referees stand guard around the ring while I smother your has-been ass into retirement!”
Sue gritted her teeth, but was unable to stifle a low, droning moan. “Yeah, that’s right gramma! Submit to me!”
“Muuuhhhh…. maybe I should wait ‘til your mom wakes up.” Burlingame grunted. “Should be in the next hour or soNNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Avery pulled her right foot off the mat, planted it between the Rainmaker’s shoulders and stamped down to THWHUMP her face and chest into the deck courtesy of a Deathlock Curbstomp. NOW Christian went for the pin, the diminutive despot dropping to her knees to shovel Sue onto her back for an aggressive domineering Crossbody that could’ve doubled for a Front Sleeper considering how much jugg was on the champ’s face through…
DEATH-LOCK CURBSTOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RqrRiqfgH38
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sue shoved the challenger clear, a show of resilience that earned Nick Castle a withering glare. “You were out of position!” she barked at the Senior Official.
“I was in position on time, Avery.” he replied. “Perhaps you should consider hooking the leg next time.”
Christian’s mood did not improve, though she did offer him a nasty smile. “That’s exactly what I’ll do, little man.”
Returning her attention to the woozy Bombshell, Avery peeled her up with a single handful of hair that stayed intact through the duration of a short, unpleasant sprint that culminated with Burlingame’s forehead BWUUUNGING off the top turnbuckle. Sue shuddered, turned around and tried for a sloppy clinch only to catch a Shoulderblock to the belly. From there Avery hooked the other brunette behind the knees and muscled her into a seat on the top buckle.
The Burlingame Backers warned their heroine of imminent danger when Baby Boss mounted the second rope, unfortunately Susan was in no position to stop Christian from securing another Front Facelock. Yoking up on her grip until the heiress was forced to rise (or at least begin to rise) Avery caught her behind the right knee and finished the job for her, the FAWN executive to be lifting Sue to high noon, then falling aaaaaaaaaaaall the way down to THAWHAM the Ace on the thinly-sheathed plywood with a thunderous Avalanche Fisherman’s Buster!
AVALANCHE FISHERMAN'S BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQEyZ8tHb4M
Burlingame didn’t sit up this time, as Christian the Second immediately scrambled around and dropped across her chest in a miniature Splash. And damned if she didn’t hook both legs in a tight bundle, Avery batting her eyes and mouthing along with Castle while he counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Burlingame wrenched loose at the last possible second, leaving the crowd to roar while Avery tore at her own hair, the challenger’s eyes wide with incredulous fury! “STAY DOWN!” Christian bellowed at the Courtier even before she made it to verticality and unleashed a flurry of stomps to opposing tummy and chest. “STAY DOWN, STAY DOWN, STAY DOWN! I’M THE FUTURE OF THIS BUSINESS AND EVERYONE KNOWS IT!”
Susan couldn’t defend against the words, let alone the stomps and she was thoroughly flattened by the time her fuming adversary turned and made her way to the nearest corner. Stepping out onto the apron, Christian ascended the ring-post and stood tall to proclaim, “THERE’S ONLY ONE POWER IN FAWN… AND ITS NAME IS CHRISTIAN!” She leapt into the lights, Avery seeming to hang at the apex for several heartbeats before time regained its normal flow and she came crashing down on Susan’s cheNO!
Burlingame twisted in a quarter circle so that her feet were pointed toward the incoming threat. Just like that she brought those lethal legs up and ‘SMECKED’ them around Christian’s head and left arm just as the challenger THWHAMMED down upon the recently vacated canvas! Ankles already crossed, Sue caught Avery’s left wrist in both hands and yanked back while simultaneously pouring every bit of crushing power into her Scissors.
Only vaguely aware that she’d plummeted into a Triangle Choke, the breathless brunette reared back on her haunches, then made it to one knee without doing anything to alleviate the pressure. If she’d been a little less flummoxed Christian might’ve tried to deadlift Sue off the mat or maybe collapse atop her for a Matchbook, but the missed Slash and mounting pressure had her seeking separation and nothing else, meaning she wasn’t thinking about defense when Burlingame halved her wrist control to drive the point of her left elbow between Avery’s eyes over and over and over again!
Give the challenger credit, she defended against the elbows as best she could, but then the Ace would just squeeeeeeeeze down on the Scissors, forcing her to try and prize them open, which allowed for another round of hard striking. This continued for about fifteen seconds before Avery’s legs gave out and she crumpled to her knees, red-faced and sucking wind.
Sue punished her with a final constriction to see if Baby Boss would tap out. Releasing when she did not, the Rainmaker got to her feet and hauled the white-clad battler along for the ride. “Leave mom backstage next time, kid.” Sue grunted as she slid into place on Christian’s six. “You did a helluva lot better when she wasn’t barking in your ear.”
Avery said nothing to this, which was fine with Burlingame, who’d already wrenched the challenger’s right arm in a Chickenwing. Placing her free hand against the back of Avery’s neck, Sue pushed down and spun the other brunette around so the heiress could collect a Front Facelock. Burlingame reached down with her left arm, caught Christian’s right leg behind the knee and lifted it off the canvas in an unpleasant cradle. Lifting Boss Baby off her feet to a roar of approval from the capacity crowd, Susan braced the sputtering fireplug 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 THWONK Avery’s noggin into the mat!
SPIRIT CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOMWRvdJ7Og
Christian popped open on impact, the second generation star settling into a starfish that was partially obscured when Susan swung a leg over and sat down hard on her insensate face! No theatrics from the Ace, she only slapped her hands on Avery’s belly and pushed down hard through…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Loathe as she was to give up such a well-earned seat, Sue didn’t know Bethany’s location, so she pushed up and swung around to get a full view of the squared circle while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… SUE BURLINGAME!”
Down on the outside, Bethany pounded a fist into the apron when Castle handed the Rainmaker her golden prize. Catching the champ’s eye, she pointed a finger and promised, “You’ll pay for this… this indignity, Burlingame. No one puts their hands on me. And no one humiliates my daughter.”
Sue snapped the belt around her waist, rolled her shoulders. “You think that was humiliating? I’m only on my feet right now because the kid gave me a real fight after I laid out your sorry, meddling ass.”
“You insolent piece of--” Christian the Elder climbed onto the apron and would’ve come through the ropes if Susan hadn’t stepped forward.
“Stick to running the day to day, Bethany.” Burlingame advised. “Everyone knows you don’t have the inclination or the guts to keep that locker room under control. Emily says you’re welcome, by the way.”
Bethany snarled, started to reply, caught herself. After a deep breath she said, “Lay a finger on my daughter post-bell and I’ll strip you of the World Title like that.” She snapped her fingers to emphasize the point.
“Get off my apron and you won’t have anything to worry about.”
The executive looked between Susan and Avery before settling her gaze on Nick Castle. “Keep an eye on her, or it’s your ass too, Castle.”
Nick promised he would, so Bethany dropped down from the apron and stormed up the ramp, head held high in spite of the jeers raining down form the FAWNatics. Alone with her victory, Susan strutted over to Avery and very deliberately stepped over the unconscious challenger. Feet planted on either side of Christian’s hips, Sue buffed the belt’s faceplate with one forearm, then raised both arms in a showy ‘V’. She was still enjoying the pose when the broadcast faded to black.