Post by hawkeye on Aug 15, 2019 1:12:15 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first--”
The Announcer fell silent when the lights all went out at once. A few seconds later the speakers offered up a soft rasp that gave way to the staccato opening of Panic at the Disco’s ‘Say Amen’ (Saturday Night)
SAY AMEN (SATURDAY NIGHT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZI8tFthAZ5M
Been traveling in packs that I can't carry anymore
Been waiting for somebody else to carry me
There's nothing else there for me at my door
All the people I know aren't who they used to be
And if I try to change my life one more day
There would be nobody else to save
And I can't change into a person I don't wanna be, so
Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah
The lights returned with the chorus, a frantic bluish-white strobe that made it difficult to focus on the three figures that now stood atop the stage. A trifle more confident know that he had his bearings, the Announcer resumed, “Introducing the challenger, being accompanied to the ring by Lucy Harker and Mina Murray, she hails from Seattle Washington, stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty five pounds. She is the Gatecrasher… DAPHNE DUFRESNE!”
DAPHNE DUFRESNE:
LUCY HARKER:
MINA MURRAY:
The strobes pointed at the stage lessened enough to reveal Lucy and Mina with Daphne between them, all three ladies holding their hands high in the ‘W’ sigil they’d made notorious over the last year or so. For her first shot at the woman who dared call herself ’Ace’, Daphne wore her trademark emerald green one-piece with an hour glass shaped piece of mesh across the chest (the negative space of which created a sort of bikini top look) and an identical shape, albeit turned on its side, across her tummy to better show off her sculpted torso. Her boots and wrist tape were a matching green while her boots were gleaming black.
“The chess club’s gotta be feeling pretty good after Emily put Miranda away.” Lucy said over the roar of the crowd.
“Well, we certainly can’t have that, can we?” Mina replied. “Happy nerds are the worst nerds.”
“I know how to make them miserable.” Daphne said with a hard smile. “But I need to do it by myself. I’ll shame Burlingame out of EVER asking for a rematch.”
Scandalous exchanged a look, then nodded and raised the W for their friend. “Spank some quit into that overrated ass, Daph.” Murray added before she and Lucy disappeared back through the curtain.
Eager to do all that and a whole lot more, the Gatecrasher headed down the aisle like a woman on a mission. Supremely confident despite the lack of her Scandalous back-up, D² treated the throng to an incessant barrage of taunts, putdowns and other trash talk as she closed on the squared circle. Breaking into a sprint about halfway to her destination, Dufresne leapt from floor to apron to top rope, then launched herself into a 450 degree tumble that brought the challenger down in a perfect superhero landing in the middle of the ring. Rising up with a decidedly villainish smile, Daphne moved to the far corner where she made Senior Official Nick Castle put in some serious work before she offered her boots and pads for final inspection.
Silence reigned for a few seconds before 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!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGEZpSQEhls
Already standing to give the Quakes all the vitriol they deserved, the sold-out crowd 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 Sue wore an old black baby-tee emblazoned with Emily’s old ‘Sensual Scholar’ insignia, no doubt a nod to her leader’s climactic victory earlier in the evening. Tapping the words with two fingers, the champ mouthed ‘Good work, Em.’, then took the bottom edge of her top in both hands and peeled it up over her head to reveal the big golden belt strapped around her bronzed waist. Peeling it off shortly thereafter, she tossed the discarded shirt 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. Dropping a wink when an ‘ACE!’ chant rolled in from somewhere in the back, Sue draped the belt over one shoulder and started down the aisle.
FAWNatics reached for the Rainmaker from both sides and Sue obliged a random few, though her attention was reserved for Daphne. “Did you REALLY just send Scandalous to the back? Who’s gonna carry you to the back after I knock you out?”
“You’re the one who’s gonna need a stretcher, rich girl!” Dufresne stormed to the middle of the ring to deliver her reply. “Too bad you’re not leaving until I’ve ground the nose right off your face!” Now get in here before I--” Daphne gave up some ground when Sue dove under the bottom rope and bounced to boot leather less than a foot removed from the Gatecrasher.
Removing the belt in a single quick motion, she raised it overhead while beckoning the Wicked Warrior forward. “Come take it if you can, cupcake. Show me that perky little bod of yours is good for anything other than Cross--”
Daphne stepped in close, the challenger going nose to nose with Burlingame even as Castle tried to prize them apart. “Savor this moment, Susie.” Dufresne hissed. “The strength, the confidence, the self assurance. Savor all of it. Because tonight’s the night you get old in the middle of the--”
Sue pie-faced the Gatecrasher, Daphne answered with a rude two handed shove and they would’ve started on the spot if Castle hadn’t looped an arm around Dufresne’s waist and hauled her to the far corner. Annoyed by the delay, Sue backpedaled to her corner, tossed the title to a waiting FAWN tech and didn’t give Nick grief when he came over for his final inspection. She could hassle him later, right now all she wanted was the opening bell.
Daphne was out of her corner as soon as the bell sounded, the Gatecrasher clearly not intimidated by her first pay-per-view Main Event in the FAWN Arena. Susan’s approach was virtually identical, the reigning, defending World Champion not about to cede an inch of her ring to the other brunette. Slowing as the distance between them shrank, Dufresne raised her hands for a Collar & Elbow only to drop them to her hips so she could better appraise the Rainmaker with an up and down glance. “Not bad.” she said with a small nod. “I can’t tell you how refreshing it is to share this ring with someone who’s abs are…almost… as impressive as mine.”
One corner of Burlingame’s mouth curved up in a slight smile. “Almost as good? I don’t think you looked closely enough, cutie. Not your fault, though. After all, these,” she trailed lazy fingertips down the flat washboard of her midriff, “are usually armored in ten pounds of leather and gold.” Sue’s dark eyes locked on Daphne’s, her smile grew wider. “Don’t worry. You’ll see plenty soon eno--”
Dufresne pressed an index finger to the tip of Sue’s nose and pushed hard enough to force her head back, then followed up with Bytch Slap that CRAAACKED across the Courtier’s cheek! Burlingame swiveled with the blow, dropped to one knee and immediately pushed back to verticality, one hand pressed to her stinging jaw.
OH NO SHE DINT!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2wR-IIDIsw
“C’MON BYTCH!” Dufresne barked over the ‘OOOOOHHHHH!’ of the capacity crowd. “YOU JUST GONNA LET ME STROLL UP AND SLAP YOU IN THE MOUTHNNGGHH!”
The Ace leaned forward and flicked her right leg straight back, that foot just CLAPPING against the firm meat of her opponent’s midsection! Daphne crumpled to one knee but made it up fast thanks to the combined efforts of her own resilience and the claw Burlingame sank into her hair. Dipping a shoulder even before the challenger was upright, Sue hoisted Daphne into a Fireman’s Carry and twisted her hips all the way to the right before snapping back to the left, all the better to toss D² behind herNO!
Dufresne twisted out of the attempted Ace of Aces to land directly in front of the startled veteran! Just like that she hooked an arm around the back of Burlingame’s neck, bent her over double and then stood her up on tiptoe with a European Uppercut that THWACKED across Sue’s chin! Burlingame stepped in a fencepost hole, steadied herself and might’ve created some distance if Daphne hadn’t laced her hands across the back of the Courtier’s neck and drew her close for a trio of quick, rude Kneelifts to the champion’s stomach.
“That all you got?” Dufresne taunted as Sue doubled over. “Don’t tell me you’re already mouth-breathing after three lousy KneelHEYNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Sue didn’t bother to swat her rival’s hands away, she just straightened up, mirrored Daphne’s grasp and answered with three shots of her own! “Mouth-breathing, me?” Sue hissed in the Wicked warrior’s ear. “Baby, I don’t think you’re fit enough to make me break a swUUFFFHH!”
Dufresne pulled ahead in the Kneelift exchange, then did a little nasty whispering of her own. “You think it’s bad now, bytch? Just wait’ll my knee finds the bridge of your noNRRGGGHH!” Burlingame spiked a shot home above the other brunette’s navel and just like that the Clinch Fight kicked off in earnest, the bendy-backed hardbodies pounding away at her rival’s midsection with alternating Kneelifts that THWHAPPED hard enough to cause mild nausea among the first half dozen rows of FAWNatics.
The tummy-centric torture test might’ve gone on unabated if champion and challenger hadn’t wandered into a corner, Sue pressing in tight to the Gatecrasher when she realized Dufresne had nowhere to go. “That’s enough of that.” Castle chided when it became clear neither wrestler would relinquish their grip without prompting. “I want a clean break from both of you, hands at shoulder level, all right?” The Senior Official was prepared to enforce this ruling with a count, so he was surprised (and mildly relieved) when Burlingame and Dufresne broke the mutual clasp and raised their hands precisely as he’d asked. But his good feelings up and died the instant Susan stepped away from the Gatecrasher. That’s when Daphne tagged her with a backhanded Bytch Slap and reapplied the Neck Clasp, all the better to spin her opposition into place against the turnbuckles.
“YOU DON’T SCARE ME!” Daphne punctuated each shouted word with yet another stabbing Kneelift. “YOU DON’T IMPRESS ME! YOU WANT TO SEE THE FUTURE OF FAWN?” Dufresne stopped throwing knees so she could press in close, the black-clad brunette making sure to smash her stomach against Susan’s even as she cooed, “Then why don’t you take a glimpse into the crystal abs, hmmmmmhhh?”
Burlingame most certainly did not want such a vision, alas this particular oracle didn’t give a damn about her feelings and thus it was only a matter of moments before Dufresne mounted the second strand and treated the three-time World Champion to a galling faceful of tummy! Delighted by the feeling of Sue’s nose pressed against her navel, Daphne kept one hand in the squirming brunette’s hair while the other pointed to her prey’s pate.
“This is the best there is? A pampered little rich girl? You nerds are going to lose your SHYT when you realize FAWN has an actual champion agWHOAH!”
Burlingame raised her arms directly overhead and dropped to a seat to escape Dufresne’s grasp with only a few strands of hair lost. Spinning to her feet behind the startled battler, Susan pivoted toward Daphne and THWHACKED a single snappy high kick across the back of her thighs. The strike wobbled Dufresne’s strong legs, but she didn’t actually lose her balance until Burlingame grabbed hold of her waistband and pulled down.
Hands flying south to prevent a wardrobe malfunction, D² landed awkwardly, twisted around and got clouted upside the head with an Elbow Smash for her troubles. Daph crumpled against the buckles, went to push off, cried out in anger and disgust when Susan climbed to the second rope to give her a taste of her own abdominal showmanship. Careful to thread the other brunette’s arms over the top rope first, the Ace snatched a double handful of hair and twisted her opponent’s head to the side, all the better to enforce some belly on cheek grinding.
“Bytch thought she was gonna step through those ropes and showcase against ME?” Sue called to the roaring FAWNatics. “It’s like she doesn’t even know who the hell I am!”
‘Show her, Sue!’ bellowed an enthusiastic, slightly inebriated voice from a few rows out.
Burlingame was all smiles. “I think I will.” Pulling her tines from Daphne’s hair, she began to swat the Wicked wrestler’s noggin while simultaneously grrrrrrrrrriiiiiinding her abs against Dufresne’s mug in taut little figure eights. “Look while you can, punk.” the heiress raised her hands and ran them through her hair to better illustrate the extent of her control. “They’ll be covered by the World Title before you know--”
Dufresne got her hands up, braced ‘em against the Ace’s chest and SHOVED Burlingame off of her domineering perch. “Show-off bytch.” Daphne snarled once she’d wiped a sheen of sweat from her brow. “I’m going to embarrass you like you’ve never--”
Sue interrupted with a raised middle finger.
“F*ck you, Daffy. Why don’t you take that doughy little midsection and trundle on outta my ring before--”
Dufresne exploded out of her corner, the former Indy star cranking her arm back for a Lariat aimed at Sue’s NO! The Bankable Bombshell dipped beneath the strike, threw her left leg over Daphne’s left thigh and neatly hooked her right arm beneath the challenger’s left bicep. From there she straightened up and pushed down, Sue bending Daphne’s limber frame around the encroaching post of her thigh.
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ey2U8tFbWgQ
“Liked stuffing these in my face, didn’t you, sweetie?” Sue swatted Dufresne’s gulping flank to make sure there was no mistake. “Wonder if you’ll like a different sort of attention?”
“Don’t even think about it, sluEEERRRRGGGGHHHH!” Daphne groaned aloud only to cut it off behind clenched teeth as Burlingame gouged a claw deep into her exposed midsection!
Dufresne was loathe to give Burlingame any credit but her belly burned under the dual assault of Stretch and Claw. Daphne made every effort to writhe free or at least create some slack to lessen the searing in her abdomen but the Ace wasn’t having it. Burlingame ratcheted up on the Stretch and chewed her digits into the muscle and meat making up the alabaster abs of her foe.
Daphne couldn’t stifle a yelp of pain that turned Sue’s gritting teeth to a predatory smile.
“You finally figuring it out, kid?” Burlingame grunted. “You’re in with the best…ever.”
A rosy-faced Dufresne tried to power out with a Hip Toss but the Rainmaker’s planted and dug in too deep. Burlingame’s barely budged by the effort. Instead it’s the World Champion who called the torture to an end on her terms, withdrawing her tines and scooping up the aching Daphne on her right hip then depositing her foe with a Side Slam that had the brunette twisting into an anguished arch afterward.
Still, Wicked’s instigator refused to allow her firing nerve endings to keep her grounded. She rose but she couldn’t beat the Black Court’s best and when the challenger reached her feet, it’s only for a moment as a precise Dropsault from the Bankable Bombshell leveled Dufresne.
DROPSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bKWpYkDM3L4
Susan scrambled on all fours to her flattened foe and dove atop in a Lateral Press, hooking the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
Daphne pushed a shoulder up and rolled to her side, one arm wrapped around her burning tummy, her dark eyes blinking wide against the aftereffects of her head-first contact with the deck.
Sue’s on one knee beside her. She gives Daphne a condescendingly maternal pat on the dome. An angry Dufresne pushed her foe’s hand away.
“I know Scandalous needed your youth and energy to keep the badass act in play,” Burlingame informed. “Me? I beat up girls like you all on my lonesome.”
Sue sank her nails into Daphne’s locks and tugged the challenger to her knees as she rose. She BANGED a knee into Dufresne’s temple when it appeared Daph might finally offer a retort and Dufresne’s head was back in bobble mode.
“Are you starting to understand?” Sue asked grimly.
The Ace nodded Daphne’s head for the shellshocked brunette then pulled her foe to vertical where a dilapidated Daphne threw an almost comically feeble Clothesline. Sue ducked beneath and, while bent at the waist, slipped an arm between Dufresne’s legs. She ‘hupped’ Daphne on her shoulders, Fireman’s Carry-style. The brunette was only there for a split-second as the Rainmaker heaved her off the left side, legs flying out behind, wrapped her arms around the Wicked warrior’s noggin and drags D²’s face down onto bended knee with the no longer delayed Ace of Aces.
ACE OF ACES @ 00:16
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
Daphne’s head rocketed away from the impact, drawing her body in a whiplash from the collision. Dufresne ended in a wide starfish next to Burlingame, the champ on one knee next to her foe, dramatically wiping her hands, seemingly convinced the job is done.
But instead of pinning the waylaid Daphne, Sue pushed to her feet and stomped her foe’s midriff into an ivory-skinned mudhole, ignoring the rest of her foe’s frame to make a special point at bruising the flesh around the Wicked warrior’s navel, Dufresne forced to turtle from the heaped abuse. Sue found the nearest lens after finally relenting when Daphne’s in a fetal ball. She pointed behind her at the seemingly defenseless Daphne, addressing the worldwide audience.
“You’re watching the most sensational, legendary World Champion this place has ever seen take a bytch apart brick by brick.”
A stomp to the ribs broke Daphne out of her shell as she stretched out full length, the brunette gasping and groaning from Burlingame’s daunting display. Meanwhile the Rainmaker headed for the clouds, climbing the nearest corner and turning to target the title chaser. She raised her arms high and wide, drawing a loud cheer from the sellout crowd then launched from her penthouse; long, lithe, coppery-skinned stems leading the way in what some might call a Sensational Leg Drop aimed at Dufresne’s throat and chest.
Unfortunately for Sue’s many ‘Rain Drops’ in the crowd, Burlingame didn’t have quite the success a certain icon from Manchester has with the aerial assault. Daphne rolled out of range and Sue SPIKED her tailbone into the empty acreage. The Ace’s dark eyes bulged as her hands flew to her backside. Face etched in agony, the champ squeezed the taut flesh around her coccyx while Dufresne, happy not to be under attack, used the ropes to pull herself up. She leaned against the cables like a drunk against a lamp post, mumbling under her breath.
When Burlingame wobbled from a seated position to one knee, Daphne pushed away from the cables, rushing at the penitent Ace. She nearly removed Sue’s head from her shoulders with a whiplash-inducing Glimmering Warlock.
GLIMMERING WARLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLYgbebuVlA
Burlingame popped like a jane-in-the-box after the impact, landing on her back. As Dufresne knee-walked to the champ, the always aware Burlingame rolled out under the bottom rope to make some space between herself and the challenger.
As her boot soles hit the arena floor, some very Scandalous music erupted from the arena’s speakers and Burlingame’s attention was immediately drawn to the stage above. The duo’s Wicked sister paid the accompaniment no mind, reaching through the ropes and latching a set of fingers into Sue’s long dark locks from behind. Daphne yanked a yipping Ace up to the apron and Hairmared the Black Courtier to a bump on her already bruised bum.
Burlingame yelped in pain, the previous similar landing making her cheeks particularly tender. A snarling Daphne sank her talons into scalp once more, dragging the Rainmaker to her feet. Transferring her grip to Susannah’s left arm, one hand at her foe’s shoulder the other at her wrist, Dufresne tugged Burlingame’s arm wide.
“Now I see why Emily acts as your brain,” Daphne grunted. “Cause we just too tricksy.” With apparently no cavalry on the way, Daphne launched, tucking her knees into Sue’s wing and dropping to the canvas to test the limb of the Bankable Bombshell with a Double Knee Armbreaker.
DOUBLE KNEE ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xd0sb_LqXrQ
Burlingame reacted like 10,000 volts had been sent through her system, wildly writhing on the canvas, cradling her arm close.
Sue ended up on her chest and the grinning challenger approached from Burlingame’s boot soles. Dufresne set herself in a backward-facing stance between the Courtier’s tawny stems, lifting and locking each at the ankle. Daphne cleverly knotted the lower limbs within her own, freeing her hands to gather up the flailing arms of the threatened champion.
Daphne rolled to her back and pushes up with her legs, locking the squealing Sue in her devilish Dufresne Device.
DUFRESNE DEVICE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=086klgw4OlY
Forced into a near headstand, the howling Rainmaker was desperately vulnerable, the crowd sensing a title change as Burlingame screamed out ‘NO’ when Castle asked if she wanted to surrender. Daphne was evidently unconvinced, pressing her legs higher as if to see if she could break the Ace’s legs before she broke her will.
“C’mon baby!” Dufresne taunted. “C’mon Ms. Three time World Champ! I thought you were the best in the world? I thought you were going to humiliate--”
“Kiss my ass, bytch!” Burlingame barked, her tone as taut as her knotted limbs. “You think this is enough to finish AAARRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Daphne didn’t simply push on the hold, she bounced it, the hardbodied challenger showing no mercy as her efforts did indeed force Sue to balance on the crown of her skull. “I think it’s more than enough to poster-ize your sorry ass!” Daphne snarled over Castle’s inquiries. “Wait, did I say poster? Screw that, I’m gonna turn you into a f*cking calendERGH! ERGH! ERGH!”
Susan wrested her right wrist free of the Gatecrasher’s grip and set about pounding her in the ribs and lower back as hard as the poor position would allow. More angered than hurt by the champ’s fist, Daphne gave the Device a few more jolts, then pushed up and leg go, leaving Burlingame to tumble onto her belly with a weary thud. She’d barely made it to one knee when Dufresne secured a Front Facelock and hauled the heiress back to full verticality. Sue went to punch her in the ribs again, so D² caught that arm (her right) in a Single Underhook and thum-thum-THUMPED three more Kneelifts into her tummy. Soon as the last shot landed she kicked her liftin’ leg back and flicked it forward to take the other brunette up, over and down onto her back with a gorgeous Half Hatch Suplex. Daphne floated over while the canvas was still thrumming and glued her tummy to Sue’s in a Later Press good for the…
HALF HATCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZFpKVXC_LY
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TWO…
Burlingame bridged out with a full second to spare, the show of abdominal endurance bringing a sour grimace to Dufresne’s features. “Still think this Play-Doh stacks up to me?” Daph jabbed an index finger into her rival’s belly. “Let me show you the terrible, paunchy truth!”
Seizing the Ace by a wrist, Daphne hauled Susan to boot-leather, pointed her at the ropes and let fly with an Irish WhNO! The Wicked Warrior dug in and pulled Burlingame back the way she’d came, all the better to STUFF the broad side of her thigh into the champ’s tummy. Sue ‘OOFFFFHED’ and might’ve dropped to all fours if Dufresne hadn’t snuggled in against her back and hooked her left arm beneath the Courtier’s right bicep and wrenched up for all she was worth.
Abdominal Stretch, Daphne Dufresne to Susannah Burlingame.
Right hand braced against Sue’s right hip, Daphne pushed down while beeeeeeeeeeending her tawny foe across her unforgiving left knee. “Breathing pretty hard, aren’t ya champ?” Dufresne smacked Burlingame’s ribs for emphasis. “Sweaty too! So are you trying to steal a page from Starfire’s book or am I just that much better than you exNGH!”
The Rainmaker crooked her left arm into a ‘V’ and pounded the point of her elbow into Daphne’s thigh about half a dozen times in the course of perhaps three seconds. Dufresne didn’t try to stop the counterattack, instead she caught Sue’s cheeks between thumb and forefinger and pressed together, mashing the veteran’s features into an unpleasant fish face. “Knock off those elbows, beeyotch. Or that calendar goes from one a month to a humiliation-a-dayF*CK!”
Burlingame gooooooooouged her elbow in deep, the champ using every bit of that bony dagger to raise an ugly bruise on “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”
The Wicked brunette relinquished her grip on Sue’s kisser for a white-knuckled claw grip on her right breast. “Oooohh, looks like all those hand curls have paid off!” Daphne giggled as she dug and kneaded at the Ace’s vulnerable bounty. “Or maybe you’re just worried I’ll take all this terrible crushing power and narrow it down to…” she slipped three fingers beneath the slick lyrca, earning an immediate and emphatic ‘no, no, no’ from Burlingame.
“You’re crossing a line, bytch. Get your hand outta there before I OOOOOHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
The Gatecrasher looked positively radiant as she made Sue wail with a torturous tweaking. “Tell her!” Dufresne snapped at Castle after ten seconds or so. “Tell her I’ll let go in exchange for a shiny new World Ti--”
“F*CK! OFF!” the Ace roared. “YOU’RE NOT WINNING IN MY TOP AAAAAWWWWW STAAAAAAAAHP!”
D² moved her wicked clamp south, the challenger setting to work on Susan’s defenseless trunks! “Could always win it down here if you’d like!” Daphne sneered. “That it, Suzie? Want to tell Castle you’re throwing away a third World Title because you couldn’t protect your HHRRGGGHK!”
Sue’s left hand shot almost straight up in a stiff-fingered jab that found the hollow of Dufresne’s throat! Suddenly short of breath, Daphne released the Stretch, but made Burlingame pay dearly for the jailbreak by PWAAAKING a single Hammer Fist into the champ’s right ear! Sue cried out, staggered away from her opponent’s clutches, then whipped around and would’ve taken Dufresne’s head off with a Roundhouse if the Gatecrasher hadn’t dipped low and stuffed a shoulder into her fluttering belly! Muscling the Ace up ‘n across in Fireman’s Carry, Daph put a hand to Burlingame’s chest and shoved up at the precise moment she laid out on her back and flicked her left leg up to THWHACK a kick against the side of Susan’s skull! Set on wobbly feet in the wake of such Starry Eyed nastiness, the heiress went down like a felled tree only for Daphne to immediately shoot the Half Nelson and roll her onto her back for the…
STARRY EYED:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5k3K5dZeSM
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sue shot an arm into the air, denying the Wicked Warrior her first taste of FAWN gold. Lips pursed in irritation, Dufresne reared back on her haunches, then lashed out with a petulant little SMACK leveled at her opponent’s belly. “You’re floundering now, baby. Mouth-breathing. Helpless. Finished.” Sue offered nothing in the way of a retort, so Daphne caught her wrist and ankle and draaaaaaaggged her into the middle of the squared circle.
A quick jog to the corner had most of the fans thinking D² was going top rope, but instead Dufresne sprinted back at the downed Courtier. Actually sprinted wasn’t quite correct, Daphne had gone all of two steps when she went low and threw herself into a gorgeous back handspring that brought her to within inches of Burlingame. Shooting skyward in a gorgeous vertical leap, Daphne brought her knees to her chest and spun through four hundred and fifty full degrees of gut-churning rotation in the heartbeat prior to stretching out and THWHAMMING down atop Susan’s upraised knees!
Arms crossed tight against her abdomen even before she bounced away from the champion, Dufresne landed awkwardly on one side, flopped to her back and beat both heels against the canvas to work through the very worst of her anguish. She’d begun to entertain the notion that her organs would return to their original alignment when Susan crawled over and shoved her onto her roiling stomach. “Guuuhhhh…goddammit bytch.” Daphne grunted. “Get offa me!”
Burlingame ignored the challenger in favor of seizing Dufresne’s left ankle, which she promptly pressed into the pit of her opponent’s right knee. From there she collected D²’s right foot and folded it up, stuffing the Wicked Warrior’s heel against her tush. “You want out?” Susan’s voice was low and mean as she cupped her free hand beneath Dufresne’s chin. Then she slid forward and set her shins flat across the small of Daphne’s back. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, bytch.”
The last word was still on her lips when Burlingame rolled onto her back, drawing the Gatecrasher up ‘n across her posted shins in a damned fine tribute to arguably the most famous submission hold in all of FAWN.
BOW & ARROW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZWB78WsfPL4
Daphne’s abs were put on display by the champ, the arc of Dufresne’s midriff pointed to the ceiling as Burlingame, purposefully or not, played with another of Shea’s toys, artfully applying London’s Bridge to the significant detriment of a wincing, squirming Daphne.
Sue pulled back farther on either side, one palm wrapped around the Wicked Warrior’s chin, the other around the toes of her boots, increasing the bow to Burlingame’s arrow. With the time in the torture increasing, Daphne mewled in agony while the Ace grunted to make sure her shoulders remained off the canvas. It’s a fight for survival versus a chance to finish off a vulnerable foe and this time Daphne endured, the tawny-skinned title holder releasing her grips and extending her legs to send Dufresne flopping to the canvas.
The Black Courtier rolled to her feet, shaking out her burning limbs one at a time. Dufresne’s rise was more protracted, Daphne grimacing through the ascent, one hand to her lower back. The brunette turns into a blasting Toe Kick from Burlingame. Sue tugged Daphne’s lowered head into a brief Front Facelock, quickly converting it toward Susan’s cash register ringing Ka-Ching. Sue rotated in a 180 to collect Daphne’s noggin with a two-handed, over-the-shoulder grip and dropped to her taut backside, jacking Dufresne’s jaw.
KA-CHING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttKc8-Ocl3s
Daphne popped back to vertical from the impact. She pinwheeled her arms, somehow remaining upright, only for a risen Ace to disdainfully ‘pieface’ the challenger. Daphne timbered to the deck board straight, knocked loopy by one of the three-timer’s signature maneuvers.
Sue spun on a dime and headed to the nearest corner, skillfully climbing, showing off skills of which her diminutive, acrobatic sibling Lily might be jealous. She turned to face the matbound Wicked Warrior and leapt into the void above her foe.
The flight wasn’t nearly as dramatic as some from her little sister, but a simple Senton from the sky was enough to send Dufresne into a twitching fit, Daphne hugging her tummy when Sue’s back CRASHED across open midriff. The spastic contortions of the breathless brunette made a pin attempt more difficult and Sue passed on the effort.
Instead she plucked the reeling Dufresne off the deck with a two-handed grasp on Daphne’s braincase and spun to go back to back with her fellow brunette. Burlingame reached over her right shoulder to reacquire Daphne’s head then pivoted and spun the dazed Dufresne toward her. Dropping to her knee, she THRUST the Wicked Warrior’s face into the bony joint with the aptly named Burlingamebreaker.
BURLINGAMEBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUY6vIo8vKQ
The FAWNatics rose as one, knowing a match-clinching facial when they saw one, Daphne flopping to a wide spreadeagle before shuddering then falling still. Sue nodded knowingly as she knee-walked to the splayed challenger. She dropped across the flattened Dufresne in a Lateral Press, hooking a leg for good measure to get the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
A look of disbelief haunted Susannah’s features as she ended on all fours above the persisting challenger, Dufresne having rolled to her chest after edging a shoulder up. She dragged herself along the canvas, perhaps looking for an exit or at least the temporary safety of the ropes, needing a recess from the rampaging heiress.
“You want a time out?” Sue asked sternly. “I get it. When the woman is separating from the girl, it’s time for you to go.”
Dufresne’s trail proved a short one. A risen Sue was on her feet and snatching an ankle, dragging her foe cavewoman-style to dead center. Burlingame stood in a forward-facing straddle of Daphne’s back. As she’s about to settle and introduce Dufresne to the Root of All Evil, Daphne, apparently understanding this was the rare circumstance where it’s better for her shoulders to be on the canvas, rolls to her back, short circuiting Burlingane’s chosen end game.
But it did allow Sue to vault off the canvas and PLOW both boot soles into Daphne’s breadbasket. Dufresne’s body jackknifed beneath the champ, her eyes bugging, a bursting exhale flowing from between her lips as she’s gutted once more, Sue making an example of the young up-and-comer’s abs, determined at the same time to show Wicked, the new girl on the block was not ready for primetime and that Scandalous may want to rethink their recent expansion.
A beaming Susan remained planted on Daphne’s gulping midriff for a ONE-COUNT when Dufresne’s shoulders returned to the deck, but the challenger was able to shift her frame under the makeshift pin, rolling to her side and spilling the increasingly confident Courtier from her perch.
“Can you feel your chance fading away?” Susan asked. “You should.”
Burlingame stomped the base of challenger’s spine, Daphne arching in pain but continuing to press her way up against the assault. When Dufresne reached all fours, the Ace stepped back a couple steps and sett herself, pounding her right boot on the thinly-sheathed plywood, waiting impatiently for the Wicked Warrior to rise and eat her last meal of the night.
Daphne reached wobbly feet, turned to find her foe and Sue was at the ready. She shot a Super Kick at Dufresne’s jaw to put the brunette on the deck and ready her for the Root. But Dufresne’s apparently been scouting and, even in her dilapidated state she deftly ducked under the lightning strike while sliding into a sweeping kick to the ankle of Burlingame’s plant foot. It’s the World Champion who ended on her caboose and Dufresne took advantage. From hands and knees next to the Ace, she fired off a kick to the chin that flattened Burlingame to the deck.
Sue rolled to her chest and started to push up when Daphne, standing above her, rammed her derriere into the base of Burlingame’s backbone, punishing the Bankable Bombshell and setting her flat to the canvas. Taking a forward-facing seat on the vertebrae she’d just battered, Dufresne collected both of her foe’s arms at the wrists and pulled them toward her, yanking Susan’s upper body off the deck in a salacious Surfboard, Burlingame’s spandex being put to the test topside.
Seamlessly, the Wicked Warrior moved her boot soles from the mat to Sue’s shoulderblades. An internal count began that let the wide-eyed Burlingame imagine the worst. Eventually Daphne followed through, releasing her foe’s wrists to curbstomp the heiress’ face into the deck.
Sue’s head bounced on impact, the force of it enough to tumble the stunned Courtier onto her back. Directly above, Daphne noted Burlingame’s gulping abs and sought immediate vengeance in the form of a gorgeous vertical leap that ended with her THWHUMPING down across Sue’s midsection! The Splash kicked Burlingame’s legs into the air, unfortunately for Daphne it also rocked her back on her haunches, both arms swaddled across her own roiling gut. But the lure of World Title gold proved stronger than any mere nausea and Dufresne sprawled atop her prey within seconds, the brunette making sure to collect both legs for the Back Press that pointed Susan’s rump at the rafters through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Burlingame twisted her hips to escape just after ‘TWO!’ Castle thought the near-fall would draw a rebuke from the challenger, but Daphne didn’t offer a single syllable of complaint as she filled both hands with the Rainmaker’s hair and scraped her off the canvas. Soon as they were up she swung behind the other brunette to tie up her left leg and right arm in a second agonizing Abdominal Stretch. Sue shook her head ‘no’ immediately, then broke into a shriek of mingled anguish and shock as Daphne affixed that cruel Claw to the center of her trunks one more time!
“GIVE UP!” Dufresne bellowed in the champion’s ear. “GIVE UP OR I’LL TEAR YOU IN HALF!” She craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked Burlingame’s protesting ribs against the unyielding expanse of her thigh for emphasis.
“NEVER, BYTCH!” Susan roared right back, her eyes shut tight against the creeping agony. “YOU’LL NEVER BEAT MEOOOHHH YOU F*CKING TWMMMMRRRPPPPHHHHHH!”
Daphne relinquished the Crotch Claw for a moment, namely the length of time it took her to slip three fingers beneath the heiress’ waistband. Sue’s rage and incredulity were equally brief, or rather briefly intelligible because D² removed her claw and pressed it tight against Burlingame’s shocked mug in an HOM Smother!
“WHAT’LL I NEVER DO, BYTCH?” Dufresne managed to smile and sneer at the same time. “NEVER MAKE YOU SCREAM? NEVER HUMILIATE YOU IN THE MAIN EVENT?” She shifted from the HOM to a nostril-hook, Daphne slipping her index and middle fingers into Sue’s nose just to earn a nasal wail from the Ace. “I’VE ALREADY DONE BOTH! AND NOW…” Daphne leaned in to whisper in Burlingame’s ear. “I’m going to take your title.”
The Wicked Warrior abandoned the Abdominal Stretch only to secure a Full Nelson immediately thereafter. Then she dipped down and popped her hips to take Sue up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with the Bankable Bombshell’s own Suplex of choice. Folded in half by the Dragon, Burlingame’s legs bicycled weakly while Nick and the FAWNatics counted off…
DRAGON SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fy5xts1UVKI
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sue twisted onto her traumatized tummy with a whisper to spare and that *did* get the Senior Official a dark look from the challenger, yet Daphne didn’t let that anger distract her from getting right after the crippled Courtier.
“Get up. I said up!” she ordered in the midst of hauling Susan to verticality. Burlingame had very little say in this matter and even less in the decision to leave her feet courtesy of a Fireman’s Carry from the Gatecrasher. With Susan draped across her shoulder like a tawny bundle of rags, Daphne turned to the hard camera and huffed, “The Church is gone… the Court is next. FAWN’s future is WickNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Sue pumped her left knee into the side of Dufresne’s skull three times, then wriggled loose and-- Daphne sent her reeling with a two-handed shove that would’ve sent Susan right into Nick if the former hadn’t slammed on the brakes and the latter hadn’t taken a timely step backward. Sighing over the close call, Burlingame rounded on the challen-THWHACK!
Dufresne caught her flush on the jaw with a Running European Uppercut that drove the World Champion into Nick, who went down in a heap when the back of the Ace’s skull connected with his right eye.
Sue actually managed to keep vertical throughout, at least until a vile punt from Daphne left her doubled over and retching. Jerking a thumb across her throat, D² threaded an arm through Burlingame’s legs and scooped her up into a gut-first perch atop her right shoulder. A quick Kneelift to the Rainmaker’s dome was strictly for show, Daphne just wanted to show off her control before she wrapped both arms around Sue’s ribs and dropped to her butt, the Gatecrasher SPIKING Burlingame’s skull with D³.
D³:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0S0E2Pog5bs
Susan bounced onto her back in a glassy-eyed starfish that would’ve had her looking at the lights if Dufresne hadn’t planted her ass squarely on the champion’s upturned face! Hooking Sue behind the knees as the crowd came to its feet, Daphne leaaaaaaaaaaned back to claim her first World Title with a count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
THREE?
FOUR?
FIVE?
Daphne looked around, her joy curdling to confusion which boiled down to incandescent anger when she realized Castle was down and clutching his head in both hands. “ARE YOU F*CKING FOR REAL?” Dufresne howled at the injustice of it all. Scrambling off her bankable throne, she stormed over to the referee and slapped him the back of the head no less than half a dozen times. “WAKE UP YOU INCOMPETANT ASSHOLE! WAKE UP GODDAMMIT, I’M ONLY GOING TO DO THIS TWICE!”
Nick groaned and started to stir, so Dufresne returned her attention to Sue, who was not stirring. Laying claim to Burlingame’s left wrist and ankle, Daphne began to draaaaaaag her into the middle of the ring. “Best ever my ass.” she grunted. “You’re last year’s model and I’m going to drive you out of this business.”
D² tossed her foe’s limbs aside when she reached the middle of the ring so she could head to the far corner at top speed. Slowing once she reached her corner, the usually nimble battler had to take the turnbuckles one at a time, as Sue’s campaign against her abs had left her aching and sore. Even so, she reached the top without incident and turned around just as the crowd let out a roar. She’d expected to see Burlingame moving, what she did NOT expect was a blonde blur going from mat to second rope in the blink of an eye. Just like that there was a hand cupping the back of her neck and the blur leapt across the corner to land on the top strand. Daphne was still processing this intrusion when the blur took ‘em both for a ride with a gorgeous back-flip that THAWHAMMED Dufresne down flat against the thinly-sheathed plywood!
WHAT IN THEE HELL?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jcrXNcOFu0E
Set on one knee after that explosive bit of interference, Jenny Jacobs stuck a finger under Daphne’s nose and growled, “This is your last warning, bytch. Screw with me again and I’ll END you.”
JENNY JACOBS:
The Innovator stood up, turned around and drew back a little when she found Sue Burlingame crouched in remarkably predatory fashion. “We gonna have a problem here, Ace?” Jacobs asked.
“I don’t know. Are we?”
“Not tonight. You know how to thank me, by the way.”
Jenny didn’t wait for a reply, she just dipped through the ropes and disappeared over the guardrail as quickly as she’d appeared.
Alone with the challenger once more, Sue bent down, grabbed hold of Daphne’s wrist and yanked her to boot leather in a series of fits and starts. In the same breath she pointed the Gatecrasher at the ropes and sent her on her way with an Irish WhNO! Burlingame reeled the other brunette in, whipped around in a half circle and caught Dufresne in a Three Quarters Facelock the heartbeat before she dropped down flat and THWONKED her face into the deck with an Ace Crusher! As if that wasn’t unpleasant enough, Burlingame rolled into a heavy seat on her opponent’s lower back and neatly collected Daphne’s head beneath her right arm in an Inverted Facelock. After that she slung the Wicked Warrior’s left arm over the post of her left thigh, then locked her hands and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back as far as physics would allow.
ACE CRUSHER TO ROOT OF ALL EVIL @ 1:16
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
“AAAAAAWWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAAAHK!” Dufresne sobbed as she came ‘round in the Root of All Evil. “F*CKING BYTCH, LET ME GO OOOOOOOHHHH SHHHHHHHHHHHHYT STAAAAAAAAAAAAAHP!”
Susan flattened her free hand out, pressed it to Daphne’s hitching tummy and dug in for all she was worth! “Submit, bytch.” Burlingame growled without humor. Far as she was concerned, Dufresne had a claim on her belt and she wanted it voided as soon as possible. “Submit right f*cking now.”
“F*CK YOU, I HAD YOU BEAT!” Daphne screamed. “THAT TITLE BELONGS TO OOOOOOHHHHHHH F*CK I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT, I SUBMIT!”
Burlingame kept the hold locked on for several more seconds, not because she wanted the challenger to suffer (ok, maybe a little) but because Castle had just come around and she wasn’t about to let up until he called for the--
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Sue let loose, hooked a Half Nelson and turned Dufresne onto her back, then swung around and sat on the Gatecrasher’s face as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL FAWN World Champion… SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
Boots snugged tight against the sides of Daphne’s protesting skull, the Ace made no effort to accept the title from Castle, rather she put an end to the Belly Battle with a two-fisted Claw that sent Dufresne sputtering and burbling into unconsciousness. Rising only when she was certain Daphne was out, Sue took the belt and raised it high.
“There are some of you who may take issue with the outcome of this match.” she huffed to the nearest camera. “You are more than welcome to voice your concerns to me face to face, just know you’re going to end up just like Daphne.”
Slumping noticeably as the adrenaline began to fade, Burlingame slung the belt over one shoulder and very purposely stomped on Daphne’s abs as she made her way out of the ring.
The Announcer fell silent when the lights all went out at once. A few seconds later the speakers offered up a soft rasp that gave way to the staccato opening of Panic at the Disco’s ‘Say Amen’ (Saturday Night)
SAY AMEN (SATURDAY NIGHT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZI8tFthAZ5M
Been traveling in packs that I can't carry anymore
Been waiting for somebody else to carry me
There's nothing else there for me at my door
All the people I know aren't who they used to be
And if I try to change my life one more day
There would be nobody else to save
And I can't change into a person I don't wanna be, so
Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah
The lights returned with the chorus, a frantic bluish-white strobe that made it difficult to focus on the three figures that now stood atop the stage. A trifle more confident know that he had his bearings, the Announcer resumed, “Introducing the challenger, being accompanied to the ring by Lucy Harker and Mina Murray, she hails from Seattle Washington, stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty five pounds. She is the Gatecrasher… DAPHNE DUFRESNE!”
DAPHNE DUFRESNE:
LUCY HARKER:
MINA MURRAY:
The strobes pointed at the stage lessened enough to reveal Lucy and Mina with Daphne between them, all three ladies holding their hands high in the ‘W’ sigil they’d made notorious over the last year or so. For her first shot at the woman who dared call herself ’Ace’, Daphne wore her trademark emerald green one-piece with an hour glass shaped piece of mesh across the chest (the negative space of which created a sort of bikini top look) and an identical shape, albeit turned on its side, across her tummy to better show off her sculpted torso. Her boots and wrist tape were a matching green while her boots were gleaming black.
“The chess club’s gotta be feeling pretty good after Emily put Miranda away.” Lucy said over the roar of the crowd.
“Well, we certainly can’t have that, can we?” Mina replied. “Happy nerds are the worst nerds.”
“I know how to make them miserable.” Daphne said with a hard smile. “But I need to do it by myself. I’ll shame Burlingame out of EVER asking for a rematch.”
Scandalous exchanged a look, then nodded and raised the W for their friend. “Spank some quit into that overrated ass, Daph.” Murray added before she and Lucy disappeared back through the curtain.
Eager to do all that and a whole lot more, the Gatecrasher headed down the aisle like a woman on a mission. Supremely confident despite the lack of her Scandalous back-up, D² treated the throng to an incessant barrage of taunts, putdowns and other trash talk as she closed on the squared circle. Breaking into a sprint about halfway to her destination, Dufresne leapt from floor to apron to top rope, then launched herself into a 450 degree tumble that brought the challenger down in a perfect superhero landing in the middle of the ring. Rising up with a decidedly villainish smile, Daphne moved to the far corner where she made Senior Official Nick Castle put in some serious work before she offered her boots and pads for final inspection.
Silence reigned for a few seconds before 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!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGEZpSQEhls
Already standing to give the Quakes all the vitriol they deserved, the sold-out crowd 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 Sue wore an old black baby-tee emblazoned with Emily’s old ‘Sensual Scholar’ insignia, no doubt a nod to her leader’s climactic victory earlier in the evening. Tapping the words with two fingers, the champ mouthed ‘Good work, Em.’, then took the bottom edge of her top in both hands and peeled it up over her head to reveal the big golden belt strapped around her bronzed waist. Peeling it off shortly thereafter, she tossed the discarded shirt 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. Dropping a wink when an ‘ACE!’ chant rolled in from somewhere in the back, Sue draped the belt over one shoulder and started down the aisle.
FAWNatics reached for the Rainmaker from both sides and Sue obliged a random few, though her attention was reserved for Daphne. “Did you REALLY just send Scandalous to the back? Who’s gonna carry you to the back after I knock you out?”
“You’re the one who’s gonna need a stretcher, rich girl!” Dufresne stormed to the middle of the ring to deliver her reply. “Too bad you’re not leaving until I’ve ground the nose right off your face!” Now get in here before I--” Daphne gave up some ground when Sue dove under the bottom rope and bounced to boot leather less than a foot removed from the Gatecrasher.
Removing the belt in a single quick motion, she raised it overhead while beckoning the Wicked Warrior forward. “Come take it if you can, cupcake. Show me that perky little bod of yours is good for anything other than Cross--”
Daphne stepped in close, the challenger going nose to nose with Burlingame even as Castle tried to prize them apart. “Savor this moment, Susie.” Dufresne hissed. “The strength, the confidence, the self assurance. Savor all of it. Because tonight’s the night you get old in the middle of the--”
Sue pie-faced the Gatecrasher, Daphne answered with a rude two handed shove and they would’ve started on the spot if Castle hadn’t looped an arm around Dufresne’s waist and hauled her to the far corner. Annoyed by the delay, Sue backpedaled to her corner, tossed the title to a waiting FAWN tech and didn’t give Nick grief when he came over for his final inspection. She could hassle him later, right now all she wanted was the opening bell.
Daphne was out of her corner as soon as the bell sounded, the Gatecrasher clearly not intimidated by her first pay-per-view Main Event in the FAWN Arena. Susan’s approach was virtually identical, the reigning, defending World Champion not about to cede an inch of her ring to the other brunette. Slowing as the distance between them shrank, Dufresne raised her hands for a Collar & Elbow only to drop them to her hips so she could better appraise the Rainmaker with an up and down glance. “Not bad.” she said with a small nod. “I can’t tell you how refreshing it is to share this ring with someone who’s abs are…almost… as impressive as mine.”
One corner of Burlingame’s mouth curved up in a slight smile. “Almost as good? I don’t think you looked closely enough, cutie. Not your fault, though. After all, these,” she trailed lazy fingertips down the flat washboard of her midriff, “are usually armored in ten pounds of leather and gold.” Sue’s dark eyes locked on Daphne’s, her smile grew wider. “Don’t worry. You’ll see plenty soon eno--”
Dufresne pressed an index finger to the tip of Sue’s nose and pushed hard enough to force her head back, then followed up with Bytch Slap that CRAAACKED across the Courtier’s cheek! Burlingame swiveled with the blow, dropped to one knee and immediately pushed back to verticality, one hand pressed to her stinging jaw.
OH NO SHE DINT!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2wR-IIDIsw
“C’MON BYTCH!” Dufresne barked over the ‘OOOOOHHHHH!’ of the capacity crowd. “YOU JUST GONNA LET ME STROLL UP AND SLAP YOU IN THE MOUTHNNGGHH!”
The Ace leaned forward and flicked her right leg straight back, that foot just CLAPPING against the firm meat of her opponent’s midsection! Daphne crumpled to one knee but made it up fast thanks to the combined efforts of her own resilience and the claw Burlingame sank into her hair. Dipping a shoulder even before the challenger was upright, Sue hoisted Daphne into a Fireman’s Carry and twisted her hips all the way to the right before snapping back to the left, all the better to toss D² behind herNO!
Dufresne twisted out of the attempted Ace of Aces to land directly in front of the startled veteran! Just like that she hooked an arm around the back of Burlingame’s neck, bent her over double and then stood her up on tiptoe with a European Uppercut that THWACKED across Sue’s chin! Burlingame stepped in a fencepost hole, steadied herself and might’ve created some distance if Daphne hadn’t laced her hands across the back of the Courtier’s neck and drew her close for a trio of quick, rude Kneelifts to the champion’s stomach.
“That all you got?” Dufresne taunted as Sue doubled over. “Don’t tell me you’re already mouth-breathing after three lousy KneelHEYNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Sue didn’t bother to swat her rival’s hands away, she just straightened up, mirrored Daphne’s grasp and answered with three shots of her own! “Mouth-breathing, me?” Sue hissed in the Wicked warrior’s ear. “Baby, I don’t think you’re fit enough to make me break a swUUFFFHH!”
Dufresne pulled ahead in the Kneelift exchange, then did a little nasty whispering of her own. “You think it’s bad now, bytch? Just wait’ll my knee finds the bridge of your noNRRGGGHH!” Burlingame spiked a shot home above the other brunette’s navel and just like that the Clinch Fight kicked off in earnest, the bendy-backed hardbodies pounding away at her rival’s midsection with alternating Kneelifts that THWHAPPED hard enough to cause mild nausea among the first half dozen rows of FAWNatics.
The tummy-centric torture test might’ve gone on unabated if champion and challenger hadn’t wandered into a corner, Sue pressing in tight to the Gatecrasher when she realized Dufresne had nowhere to go. “That’s enough of that.” Castle chided when it became clear neither wrestler would relinquish their grip without prompting. “I want a clean break from both of you, hands at shoulder level, all right?” The Senior Official was prepared to enforce this ruling with a count, so he was surprised (and mildly relieved) when Burlingame and Dufresne broke the mutual clasp and raised their hands precisely as he’d asked. But his good feelings up and died the instant Susan stepped away from the Gatecrasher. That’s when Daphne tagged her with a backhanded Bytch Slap and reapplied the Neck Clasp, all the better to spin her opposition into place against the turnbuckles.
“YOU DON’T SCARE ME!” Daphne punctuated each shouted word with yet another stabbing Kneelift. “YOU DON’T IMPRESS ME! YOU WANT TO SEE THE FUTURE OF FAWN?” Dufresne stopped throwing knees so she could press in close, the black-clad brunette making sure to smash her stomach against Susan’s even as she cooed, “Then why don’t you take a glimpse into the crystal abs, hmmmmmhhh?”
Burlingame most certainly did not want such a vision, alas this particular oracle didn’t give a damn about her feelings and thus it was only a matter of moments before Dufresne mounted the second strand and treated the three-time World Champion to a galling faceful of tummy! Delighted by the feeling of Sue’s nose pressed against her navel, Daphne kept one hand in the squirming brunette’s hair while the other pointed to her prey’s pate.
“This is the best there is? A pampered little rich girl? You nerds are going to lose your SHYT when you realize FAWN has an actual champion agWHOAH!”
Burlingame raised her arms directly overhead and dropped to a seat to escape Dufresne’s grasp with only a few strands of hair lost. Spinning to her feet behind the startled battler, Susan pivoted toward Daphne and THWHACKED a single snappy high kick across the back of her thighs. The strike wobbled Dufresne’s strong legs, but she didn’t actually lose her balance until Burlingame grabbed hold of her waistband and pulled down.
Hands flying south to prevent a wardrobe malfunction, D² landed awkwardly, twisted around and got clouted upside the head with an Elbow Smash for her troubles. Daph crumpled against the buckles, went to push off, cried out in anger and disgust when Susan climbed to the second rope to give her a taste of her own abdominal showmanship. Careful to thread the other brunette’s arms over the top rope first, the Ace snatched a double handful of hair and twisted her opponent’s head to the side, all the better to enforce some belly on cheek grinding.
“Bytch thought she was gonna step through those ropes and showcase against ME?” Sue called to the roaring FAWNatics. “It’s like she doesn’t even know who the hell I am!”
‘Show her, Sue!’ bellowed an enthusiastic, slightly inebriated voice from a few rows out.
Burlingame was all smiles. “I think I will.” Pulling her tines from Daphne’s hair, she began to swat the Wicked wrestler’s noggin while simultaneously grrrrrrrrrriiiiiinding her abs against Dufresne’s mug in taut little figure eights. “Look while you can, punk.” the heiress raised her hands and ran them through her hair to better illustrate the extent of her control. “They’ll be covered by the World Title before you know--”
Dufresne got her hands up, braced ‘em against the Ace’s chest and SHOVED Burlingame off of her domineering perch. “Show-off bytch.” Daphne snarled once she’d wiped a sheen of sweat from her brow. “I’m going to embarrass you like you’ve never--”
Sue interrupted with a raised middle finger.
“F*ck you, Daffy. Why don’t you take that doughy little midsection and trundle on outta my ring before--”
Dufresne exploded out of her corner, the former Indy star cranking her arm back for a Lariat aimed at Sue’s NO! The Bankable Bombshell dipped beneath the strike, threw her left leg over Daphne’s left thigh and neatly hooked her right arm beneath the challenger’s left bicep. From there she straightened up and pushed down, Sue bending Daphne’s limber frame around the encroaching post of her thigh.
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ey2U8tFbWgQ
“Liked stuffing these in my face, didn’t you, sweetie?” Sue swatted Dufresne’s gulping flank to make sure there was no mistake. “Wonder if you’ll like a different sort of attention?”
“Don’t even think about it, sluEEERRRRGGGGHHHH!” Daphne groaned aloud only to cut it off behind clenched teeth as Burlingame gouged a claw deep into her exposed midsection!
Dufresne was loathe to give Burlingame any credit but her belly burned under the dual assault of Stretch and Claw. Daphne made every effort to writhe free or at least create some slack to lessen the searing in her abdomen but the Ace wasn’t having it. Burlingame ratcheted up on the Stretch and chewed her digits into the muscle and meat making up the alabaster abs of her foe.
Daphne couldn’t stifle a yelp of pain that turned Sue’s gritting teeth to a predatory smile.
“You finally figuring it out, kid?” Burlingame grunted. “You’re in with the best…ever.”
A rosy-faced Dufresne tried to power out with a Hip Toss but the Rainmaker’s planted and dug in too deep. Burlingame’s barely budged by the effort. Instead it’s the World Champion who called the torture to an end on her terms, withdrawing her tines and scooping up the aching Daphne on her right hip then depositing her foe with a Side Slam that had the brunette twisting into an anguished arch afterward.
Still, Wicked’s instigator refused to allow her firing nerve endings to keep her grounded. She rose but she couldn’t beat the Black Court’s best and when the challenger reached her feet, it’s only for a moment as a precise Dropsault from the Bankable Bombshell leveled Dufresne.
DROPSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bKWpYkDM3L4
Susan scrambled on all fours to her flattened foe and dove atop in a Lateral Press, hooking the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
Daphne pushed a shoulder up and rolled to her side, one arm wrapped around her burning tummy, her dark eyes blinking wide against the aftereffects of her head-first contact with the deck.
Sue’s on one knee beside her. She gives Daphne a condescendingly maternal pat on the dome. An angry Dufresne pushed her foe’s hand away.
“I know Scandalous needed your youth and energy to keep the badass act in play,” Burlingame informed. “Me? I beat up girls like you all on my lonesome.”
Sue sank her nails into Daphne’s locks and tugged the challenger to her knees as she rose. She BANGED a knee into Dufresne’s temple when it appeared Daph might finally offer a retort and Dufresne’s head was back in bobble mode.
“Are you starting to understand?” Sue asked grimly.
The Ace nodded Daphne’s head for the shellshocked brunette then pulled her foe to vertical where a dilapidated Daphne threw an almost comically feeble Clothesline. Sue ducked beneath and, while bent at the waist, slipped an arm between Dufresne’s legs. She ‘hupped’ Daphne on her shoulders, Fireman’s Carry-style. The brunette was only there for a split-second as the Rainmaker heaved her off the left side, legs flying out behind, wrapped her arms around the Wicked warrior’s noggin and drags D²’s face down onto bended knee with the no longer delayed Ace of Aces.
ACE OF ACES @ 00:16
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
Daphne’s head rocketed away from the impact, drawing her body in a whiplash from the collision. Dufresne ended in a wide starfish next to Burlingame, the champ on one knee next to her foe, dramatically wiping her hands, seemingly convinced the job is done.
But instead of pinning the waylaid Daphne, Sue pushed to her feet and stomped her foe’s midriff into an ivory-skinned mudhole, ignoring the rest of her foe’s frame to make a special point at bruising the flesh around the Wicked warrior’s navel, Dufresne forced to turtle from the heaped abuse. Sue found the nearest lens after finally relenting when Daphne’s in a fetal ball. She pointed behind her at the seemingly defenseless Daphne, addressing the worldwide audience.
“You’re watching the most sensational, legendary World Champion this place has ever seen take a bytch apart brick by brick.”
A stomp to the ribs broke Daphne out of her shell as she stretched out full length, the brunette gasping and groaning from Burlingame’s daunting display. Meanwhile the Rainmaker headed for the clouds, climbing the nearest corner and turning to target the title chaser. She raised her arms high and wide, drawing a loud cheer from the sellout crowd then launched from her penthouse; long, lithe, coppery-skinned stems leading the way in what some might call a Sensational Leg Drop aimed at Dufresne’s throat and chest.
Unfortunately for Sue’s many ‘Rain Drops’ in the crowd, Burlingame didn’t have quite the success a certain icon from Manchester has with the aerial assault. Daphne rolled out of range and Sue SPIKED her tailbone into the empty acreage. The Ace’s dark eyes bulged as her hands flew to her backside. Face etched in agony, the champ squeezed the taut flesh around her coccyx while Dufresne, happy not to be under attack, used the ropes to pull herself up. She leaned against the cables like a drunk against a lamp post, mumbling under her breath.
When Burlingame wobbled from a seated position to one knee, Daphne pushed away from the cables, rushing at the penitent Ace. She nearly removed Sue’s head from her shoulders with a whiplash-inducing Glimmering Warlock.
GLIMMERING WARLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLYgbebuVlA
Burlingame popped like a jane-in-the-box after the impact, landing on her back. As Dufresne knee-walked to the champ, the always aware Burlingame rolled out under the bottom rope to make some space between herself and the challenger.
As her boot soles hit the arena floor, some very Scandalous music erupted from the arena’s speakers and Burlingame’s attention was immediately drawn to the stage above. The duo’s Wicked sister paid the accompaniment no mind, reaching through the ropes and latching a set of fingers into Sue’s long dark locks from behind. Daphne yanked a yipping Ace up to the apron and Hairmared the Black Courtier to a bump on her already bruised bum.
Burlingame yelped in pain, the previous similar landing making her cheeks particularly tender. A snarling Daphne sank her talons into scalp once more, dragging the Rainmaker to her feet. Transferring her grip to Susannah’s left arm, one hand at her foe’s shoulder the other at her wrist, Dufresne tugged Burlingame’s arm wide.
“Now I see why Emily acts as your brain,” Daphne grunted. “Cause we just too tricksy.” With apparently no cavalry on the way, Daphne launched, tucking her knees into Sue’s wing and dropping to the canvas to test the limb of the Bankable Bombshell with a Double Knee Armbreaker.
DOUBLE KNEE ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xd0sb_LqXrQ
Burlingame reacted like 10,000 volts had been sent through her system, wildly writhing on the canvas, cradling her arm close.
Sue ended up on her chest and the grinning challenger approached from Burlingame’s boot soles. Dufresne set herself in a backward-facing stance between the Courtier’s tawny stems, lifting and locking each at the ankle. Daphne cleverly knotted the lower limbs within her own, freeing her hands to gather up the flailing arms of the threatened champion.
Daphne rolled to her back and pushes up with her legs, locking the squealing Sue in her devilish Dufresne Device.
DUFRESNE DEVICE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=086klgw4OlY
Forced into a near headstand, the howling Rainmaker was desperately vulnerable, the crowd sensing a title change as Burlingame screamed out ‘NO’ when Castle asked if she wanted to surrender. Daphne was evidently unconvinced, pressing her legs higher as if to see if she could break the Ace’s legs before she broke her will.
“C’mon baby!” Dufresne taunted. “C’mon Ms. Three time World Champ! I thought you were the best in the world? I thought you were going to humiliate--”
“Kiss my ass, bytch!” Burlingame barked, her tone as taut as her knotted limbs. “You think this is enough to finish AAARRRRRRHHHHHH!”
Daphne didn’t simply push on the hold, she bounced it, the hardbodied challenger showing no mercy as her efforts did indeed force Sue to balance on the crown of her skull. “I think it’s more than enough to poster-ize your sorry ass!” Daphne snarled over Castle’s inquiries. “Wait, did I say poster? Screw that, I’m gonna turn you into a f*cking calendERGH! ERGH! ERGH!”
Susan wrested her right wrist free of the Gatecrasher’s grip and set about pounding her in the ribs and lower back as hard as the poor position would allow. More angered than hurt by the champ’s fist, Daphne gave the Device a few more jolts, then pushed up and leg go, leaving Burlingame to tumble onto her belly with a weary thud. She’d barely made it to one knee when Dufresne secured a Front Facelock and hauled the heiress back to full verticality. Sue went to punch her in the ribs again, so D² caught that arm (her right) in a Single Underhook and thum-thum-THUMPED three more Kneelifts into her tummy. Soon as the last shot landed she kicked her liftin’ leg back and flicked it forward to take the other brunette up, over and down onto her back with a gorgeous Half Hatch Suplex. Daphne floated over while the canvas was still thrumming and glued her tummy to Sue’s in a Later Press good for the…
HALF HATCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZFpKVXC_LY
ONE…
TWO…
Burlingame bridged out with a full second to spare, the show of abdominal endurance bringing a sour grimace to Dufresne’s features. “Still think this Play-Doh stacks up to me?” Daph jabbed an index finger into her rival’s belly. “Let me show you the terrible, paunchy truth!”
Seizing the Ace by a wrist, Daphne hauled Susan to boot-leather, pointed her at the ropes and let fly with an Irish WhNO! The Wicked Warrior dug in and pulled Burlingame back the way she’d came, all the better to STUFF the broad side of her thigh into the champ’s tummy. Sue ‘OOFFFFHED’ and might’ve dropped to all fours if Dufresne hadn’t snuggled in against her back and hooked her left arm beneath the Courtier’s right bicep and wrenched up for all she was worth.
Abdominal Stretch, Daphne Dufresne to Susannah Burlingame.
Right hand braced against Sue’s right hip, Daphne pushed down while beeeeeeeeeeending her tawny foe across her unforgiving left knee. “Breathing pretty hard, aren’t ya champ?” Dufresne smacked Burlingame’s ribs for emphasis. “Sweaty too! So are you trying to steal a page from Starfire’s book or am I just that much better than you exNGH!”
The Rainmaker crooked her left arm into a ‘V’ and pounded the point of her elbow into Daphne’s thigh about half a dozen times in the course of perhaps three seconds. Dufresne didn’t try to stop the counterattack, instead she caught Sue’s cheeks between thumb and forefinger and pressed together, mashing the veteran’s features into an unpleasant fish face. “Knock off those elbows, beeyotch. Or that calendar goes from one a month to a humiliation-a-dayF*CK!”
Burlingame gooooooooouged her elbow in deep, the champ using every bit of that bony dagger to raise an ugly bruise on “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”
The Wicked brunette relinquished her grip on Sue’s kisser for a white-knuckled claw grip on her right breast. “Oooohh, looks like all those hand curls have paid off!” Daphne giggled as she dug and kneaded at the Ace’s vulnerable bounty. “Or maybe you’re just worried I’ll take all this terrible crushing power and narrow it down to…” she slipped three fingers beneath the slick lyrca, earning an immediate and emphatic ‘no, no, no’ from Burlingame.
“You’re crossing a line, bytch. Get your hand outta there before I OOOOOHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
The Gatecrasher looked positively radiant as she made Sue wail with a torturous tweaking. “Tell her!” Dufresne snapped at Castle after ten seconds or so. “Tell her I’ll let go in exchange for a shiny new World Ti--”
“F*CK! OFF!” the Ace roared. “YOU’RE NOT WINNING IN MY TOP AAAAAWWWWW STAAAAAAAAHP!”
D² moved her wicked clamp south, the challenger setting to work on Susan’s defenseless trunks! “Could always win it down here if you’d like!” Daphne sneered. “That it, Suzie? Want to tell Castle you’re throwing away a third World Title because you couldn’t protect your HHRRGGGHK!”
Sue’s left hand shot almost straight up in a stiff-fingered jab that found the hollow of Dufresne’s throat! Suddenly short of breath, Daphne released the Stretch, but made Burlingame pay dearly for the jailbreak by PWAAAKING a single Hammer Fist into the champ’s right ear! Sue cried out, staggered away from her opponent’s clutches, then whipped around and would’ve taken Dufresne’s head off with a Roundhouse if the Gatecrasher hadn’t dipped low and stuffed a shoulder into her fluttering belly! Muscling the Ace up ‘n across in Fireman’s Carry, Daph put a hand to Burlingame’s chest and shoved up at the precise moment she laid out on her back and flicked her left leg up to THWHACK a kick against the side of Susan’s skull! Set on wobbly feet in the wake of such Starry Eyed nastiness, the heiress went down like a felled tree only for Daphne to immediately shoot the Half Nelson and roll her onto her back for the…
STARRY EYED:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5k3K5dZeSM
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sue shot an arm into the air, denying the Wicked Warrior her first taste of FAWN gold. Lips pursed in irritation, Dufresne reared back on her haunches, then lashed out with a petulant little SMACK leveled at her opponent’s belly. “You’re floundering now, baby. Mouth-breathing. Helpless. Finished.” Sue offered nothing in the way of a retort, so Daphne caught her wrist and ankle and draaaaaaaggged her into the middle of the squared circle.
A quick jog to the corner had most of the fans thinking D² was going top rope, but instead Dufresne sprinted back at the downed Courtier. Actually sprinted wasn’t quite correct, Daphne had gone all of two steps when she went low and threw herself into a gorgeous back handspring that brought her to within inches of Burlingame. Shooting skyward in a gorgeous vertical leap, Daphne brought her knees to her chest and spun through four hundred and fifty full degrees of gut-churning rotation in the heartbeat prior to stretching out and THWHAMMING down atop Susan’s upraised knees!
Arms crossed tight against her abdomen even before she bounced away from the champion, Dufresne landed awkwardly on one side, flopped to her back and beat both heels against the canvas to work through the very worst of her anguish. She’d begun to entertain the notion that her organs would return to their original alignment when Susan crawled over and shoved her onto her roiling stomach. “Guuuhhhh…goddammit bytch.” Daphne grunted. “Get offa me!”
Burlingame ignored the challenger in favor of seizing Dufresne’s left ankle, which she promptly pressed into the pit of her opponent’s right knee. From there she collected D²’s right foot and folded it up, stuffing the Wicked Warrior’s heel against her tush. “You want out?” Susan’s voice was low and mean as she cupped her free hand beneath Dufresne’s chin. Then she slid forward and set her shins flat across the small of Daphne’s back. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, bytch.”
The last word was still on her lips when Burlingame rolled onto her back, drawing the Gatecrasher up ‘n across her posted shins in a damned fine tribute to arguably the most famous submission hold in all of FAWN.
BOW & ARROW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZWB78WsfPL4
Daphne’s abs were put on display by the champ, the arc of Dufresne’s midriff pointed to the ceiling as Burlingame, purposefully or not, played with another of Shea’s toys, artfully applying London’s Bridge to the significant detriment of a wincing, squirming Daphne.
Sue pulled back farther on either side, one palm wrapped around the Wicked Warrior’s chin, the other around the toes of her boots, increasing the bow to Burlingame’s arrow. With the time in the torture increasing, Daphne mewled in agony while the Ace grunted to make sure her shoulders remained off the canvas. It’s a fight for survival versus a chance to finish off a vulnerable foe and this time Daphne endured, the tawny-skinned title holder releasing her grips and extending her legs to send Dufresne flopping to the canvas.
The Black Courtier rolled to her feet, shaking out her burning limbs one at a time. Dufresne’s rise was more protracted, Daphne grimacing through the ascent, one hand to her lower back. The brunette turns into a blasting Toe Kick from Burlingame. Sue tugged Daphne’s lowered head into a brief Front Facelock, quickly converting it toward Susan’s cash register ringing Ka-Ching. Sue rotated in a 180 to collect Daphne’s noggin with a two-handed, over-the-shoulder grip and dropped to her taut backside, jacking Dufresne’s jaw.
KA-CHING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttKc8-Ocl3s
Daphne popped back to vertical from the impact. She pinwheeled her arms, somehow remaining upright, only for a risen Ace to disdainfully ‘pieface’ the challenger. Daphne timbered to the deck board straight, knocked loopy by one of the three-timer’s signature maneuvers.
Sue spun on a dime and headed to the nearest corner, skillfully climbing, showing off skills of which her diminutive, acrobatic sibling Lily might be jealous. She turned to face the matbound Wicked Warrior and leapt into the void above her foe.
The flight wasn’t nearly as dramatic as some from her little sister, but a simple Senton from the sky was enough to send Dufresne into a twitching fit, Daphne hugging her tummy when Sue’s back CRASHED across open midriff. The spastic contortions of the breathless brunette made a pin attempt more difficult and Sue passed on the effort.
Instead she plucked the reeling Dufresne off the deck with a two-handed grasp on Daphne’s braincase and spun to go back to back with her fellow brunette. Burlingame reached over her right shoulder to reacquire Daphne’s head then pivoted and spun the dazed Dufresne toward her. Dropping to her knee, she THRUST the Wicked Warrior’s face into the bony joint with the aptly named Burlingamebreaker.
BURLINGAMEBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUY6vIo8vKQ
The FAWNatics rose as one, knowing a match-clinching facial when they saw one, Daphne flopping to a wide spreadeagle before shuddering then falling still. Sue nodded knowingly as she knee-walked to the splayed challenger. She dropped across the flattened Dufresne in a Lateral Press, hooking a leg for good measure to get the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
A look of disbelief haunted Susannah’s features as she ended on all fours above the persisting challenger, Dufresne having rolled to her chest after edging a shoulder up. She dragged herself along the canvas, perhaps looking for an exit or at least the temporary safety of the ropes, needing a recess from the rampaging heiress.
“You want a time out?” Sue asked sternly. “I get it. When the woman is separating from the girl, it’s time for you to go.”
Dufresne’s trail proved a short one. A risen Sue was on her feet and snatching an ankle, dragging her foe cavewoman-style to dead center. Burlingame stood in a forward-facing straddle of Daphne’s back. As she’s about to settle and introduce Dufresne to the Root of All Evil, Daphne, apparently understanding this was the rare circumstance where it’s better for her shoulders to be on the canvas, rolls to her back, short circuiting Burlingane’s chosen end game.
But it did allow Sue to vault off the canvas and PLOW both boot soles into Daphne’s breadbasket. Dufresne’s body jackknifed beneath the champ, her eyes bugging, a bursting exhale flowing from between her lips as she’s gutted once more, Sue making an example of the young up-and-comer’s abs, determined at the same time to show Wicked, the new girl on the block was not ready for primetime and that Scandalous may want to rethink their recent expansion.
A beaming Susan remained planted on Daphne’s gulping midriff for a ONE-COUNT when Dufresne’s shoulders returned to the deck, but the challenger was able to shift her frame under the makeshift pin, rolling to her side and spilling the increasingly confident Courtier from her perch.
“Can you feel your chance fading away?” Susan asked. “You should.”
Burlingame stomped the base of challenger’s spine, Daphne arching in pain but continuing to press her way up against the assault. When Dufresne reached all fours, the Ace stepped back a couple steps and sett herself, pounding her right boot on the thinly-sheathed plywood, waiting impatiently for the Wicked Warrior to rise and eat her last meal of the night.
Daphne reached wobbly feet, turned to find her foe and Sue was at the ready. She shot a Super Kick at Dufresne’s jaw to put the brunette on the deck and ready her for the Root. But Dufresne’s apparently been scouting and, even in her dilapidated state she deftly ducked under the lightning strike while sliding into a sweeping kick to the ankle of Burlingame’s plant foot. It’s the World Champion who ended on her caboose and Dufresne took advantage. From hands and knees next to the Ace, she fired off a kick to the chin that flattened Burlingame to the deck.
Sue rolled to her chest and started to push up when Daphne, standing above her, rammed her derriere into the base of Burlingame’s backbone, punishing the Bankable Bombshell and setting her flat to the canvas. Taking a forward-facing seat on the vertebrae she’d just battered, Dufresne collected both of her foe’s arms at the wrists and pulled them toward her, yanking Susan’s upper body off the deck in a salacious Surfboard, Burlingame’s spandex being put to the test topside.
Seamlessly, the Wicked Warrior moved her boot soles from the mat to Sue’s shoulderblades. An internal count began that let the wide-eyed Burlingame imagine the worst. Eventually Daphne followed through, releasing her foe’s wrists to curbstomp the heiress’ face into the deck.
Sue’s head bounced on impact, the force of it enough to tumble the stunned Courtier onto her back. Directly above, Daphne noted Burlingame’s gulping abs and sought immediate vengeance in the form of a gorgeous vertical leap that ended with her THWHUMPING down across Sue’s midsection! The Splash kicked Burlingame’s legs into the air, unfortunately for Daphne it also rocked her back on her haunches, both arms swaddled across her own roiling gut. But the lure of World Title gold proved stronger than any mere nausea and Dufresne sprawled atop her prey within seconds, the brunette making sure to collect both legs for the Back Press that pointed Susan’s rump at the rafters through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Burlingame twisted her hips to escape just after ‘TWO!’ Castle thought the near-fall would draw a rebuke from the challenger, but Daphne didn’t offer a single syllable of complaint as she filled both hands with the Rainmaker’s hair and scraped her off the canvas. Soon as they were up she swung behind the other brunette to tie up her left leg and right arm in a second agonizing Abdominal Stretch. Sue shook her head ‘no’ immediately, then broke into a shriek of mingled anguish and shock as Daphne affixed that cruel Claw to the center of her trunks one more time!
“GIVE UP!” Dufresne bellowed in the champion’s ear. “GIVE UP OR I’LL TEAR YOU IN HALF!” She craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked Burlingame’s protesting ribs against the unyielding expanse of her thigh for emphasis.
“NEVER, BYTCH!” Susan roared right back, her eyes shut tight against the creeping agony. “YOU’LL NEVER BEAT MEOOOHHH YOU F*CKING TWMMMMRRRPPPPHHHHHH!”
Daphne relinquished the Crotch Claw for a moment, namely the length of time it took her to slip three fingers beneath the heiress’ waistband. Sue’s rage and incredulity were equally brief, or rather briefly intelligible because D² removed her claw and pressed it tight against Burlingame’s shocked mug in an HOM Smother!
“WHAT’LL I NEVER DO, BYTCH?” Dufresne managed to smile and sneer at the same time. “NEVER MAKE YOU SCREAM? NEVER HUMILIATE YOU IN THE MAIN EVENT?” She shifted from the HOM to a nostril-hook, Daphne slipping her index and middle fingers into Sue’s nose just to earn a nasal wail from the Ace. “I’VE ALREADY DONE BOTH! AND NOW…” Daphne leaned in to whisper in Burlingame’s ear. “I’m going to take your title.”
The Wicked Warrior abandoned the Abdominal Stretch only to secure a Full Nelson immediately thereafter. Then she dipped down and popped her hips to take Sue up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with the Bankable Bombshell’s own Suplex of choice. Folded in half by the Dragon, Burlingame’s legs bicycled weakly while Nick and the FAWNatics counted off…
DRAGON SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fy5xts1UVKI
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sue twisted onto her traumatized tummy with a whisper to spare and that *did* get the Senior Official a dark look from the challenger, yet Daphne didn’t let that anger distract her from getting right after the crippled Courtier.
“Get up. I said up!” she ordered in the midst of hauling Susan to verticality. Burlingame had very little say in this matter and even less in the decision to leave her feet courtesy of a Fireman’s Carry from the Gatecrasher. With Susan draped across her shoulder like a tawny bundle of rags, Daphne turned to the hard camera and huffed, “The Church is gone… the Court is next. FAWN’s future is WickNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Sue pumped her left knee into the side of Dufresne’s skull three times, then wriggled loose and-- Daphne sent her reeling with a two-handed shove that would’ve sent Susan right into Nick if the former hadn’t slammed on the brakes and the latter hadn’t taken a timely step backward. Sighing over the close call, Burlingame rounded on the challen-THWHACK!
Dufresne caught her flush on the jaw with a Running European Uppercut that drove the World Champion into Nick, who went down in a heap when the back of the Ace’s skull connected with his right eye.
Sue actually managed to keep vertical throughout, at least until a vile punt from Daphne left her doubled over and retching. Jerking a thumb across her throat, D² threaded an arm through Burlingame’s legs and scooped her up into a gut-first perch atop her right shoulder. A quick Kneelift to the Rainmaker’s dome was strictly for show, Daphne just wanted to show off her control before she wrapped both arms around Sue’s ribs and dropped to her butt, the Gatecrasher SPIKING Burlingame’s skull with D³.
D³:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0S0E2Pog5bs
Susan bounced onto her back in a glassy-eyed starfish that would’ve had her looking at the lights if Dufresne hadn’t planted her ass squarely on the champion’s upturned face! Hooking Sue behind the knees as the crowd came to its feet, Daphne leaaaaaaaaaaned back to claim her first World Title with a count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
THREE?
FOUR?
FIVE?
Daphne looked around, her joy curdling to confusion which boiled down to incandescent anger when she realized Castle was down and clutching his head in both hands. “ARE YOU F*CKING FOR REAL?” Dufresne howled at the injustice of it all. Scrambling off her bankable throne, she stormed over to the referee and slapped him the back of the head no less than half a dozen times. “WAKE UP YOU INCOMPETANT ASSHOLE! WAKE UP GODDAMMIT, I’M ONLY GOING TO DO THIS TWICE!”
Nick groaned and started to stir, so Dufresne returned her attention to Sue, who was not stirring. Laying claim to Burlingame’s left wrist and ankle, Daphne began to draaaaaaag her into the middle of the ring. “Best ever my ass.” she grunted. “You’re last year’s model and I’m going to drive you out of this business.”
D² tossed her foe’s limbs aside when she reached the middle of the ring so she could head to the far corner at top speed. Slowing once she reached her corner, the usually nimble battler had to take the turnbuckles one at a time, as Sue’s campaign against her abs had left her aching and sore. Even so, she reached the top without incident and turned around just as the crowd let out a roar. She’d expected to see Burlingame moving, what she did NOT expect was a blonde blur going from mat to second rope in the blink of an eye. Just like that there was a hand cupping the back of her neck and the blur leapt across the corner to land on the top strand. Daphne was still processing this intrusion when the blur took ‘em both for a ride with a gorgeous back-flip that THAWHAMMED Dufresne down flat against the thinly-sheathed plywood!
WHAT IN THEE HELL?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jcrXNcOFu0E
Set on one knee after that explosive bit of interference, Jenny Jacobs stuck a finger under Daphne’s nose and growled, “This is your last warning, bytch. Screw with me again and I’ll END you.”
JENNY JACOBS:
The Innovator stood up, turned around and drew back a little when she found Sue Burlingame crouched in remarkably predatory fashion. “We gonna have a problem here, Ace?” Jacobs asked.
“I don’t know. Are we?”
“Not tonight. You know how to thank me, by the way.”
Jenny didn’t wait for a reply, she just dipped through the ropes and disappeared over the guardrail as quickly as she’d appeared.
Alone with the challenger once more, Sue bent down, grabbed hold of Daphne’s wrist and yanked her to boot leather in a series of fits and starts. In the same breath she pointed the Gatecrasher at the ropes and sent her on her way with an Irish WhNO! Burlingame reeled the other brunette in, whipped around in a half circle and caught Dufresne in a Three Quarters Facelock the heartbeat before she dropped down flat and THWONKED her face into the deck with an Ace Crusher! As if that wasn’t unpleasant enough, Burlingame rolled into a heavy seat on her opponent’s lower back and neatly collected Daphne’s head beneath her right arm in an Inverted Facelock. After that she slung the Wicked Warrior’s left arm over the post of her left thigh, then locked her hands and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back as far as physics would allow.
ACE CRUSHER TO ROOT OF ALL EVIL @ 1:16
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
“AAAAAAWWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAAAHK!” Dufresne sobbed as she came ‘round in the Root of All Evil. “F*CKING BYTCH, LET ME GO OOOOOOOHHHH SHHHHHHHHHHHHYT STAAAAAAAAAAAAAHP!”
Susan flattened her free hand out, pressed it to Daphne’s hitching tummy and dug in for all she was worth! “Submit, bytch.” Burlingame growled without humor. Far as she was concerned, Dufresne had a claim on her belt and she wanted it voided as soon as possible. “Submit right f*cking now.”
“F*CK YOU, I HAD YOU BEAT!” Daphne screamed. “THAT TITLE BELONGS TO OOOOOOHHHHHHH F*CK I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT, I SUBMIT!”
Burlingame kept the hold locked on for several more seconds, not because she wanted the challenger to suffer (ok, maybe a little) but because Castle had just come around and she wasn’t about to let up until he called for the--
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Sue let loose, hooked a Half Nelson and turned Dufresne onto her back, then swung around and sat on the Gatecrasher’s face as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL FAWN World Champion… SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
Boots snugged tight against the sides of Daphne’s protesting skull, the Ace made no effort to accept the title from Castle, rather she put an end to the Belly Battle with a two-fisted Claw that sent Dufresne sputtering and burbling into unconsciousness. Rising only when she was certain Daphne was out, Sue took the belt and raised it high.
“There are some of you who may take issue with the outcome of this match.” she huffed to the nearest camera. “You are more than welcome to voice your concerns to me face to face, just know you’re going to end up just like Daphne.”
Slumping noticeably as the adrenaline began to fade, Burlingame slung the belt over one shoulder and very purposely stomped on Daphne’s abs as she made her way out of the ring.