Post by hawkeye on Apr 13, 2020 1:19:02 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first from San Juan, Puerto Rico, standing five feet seven inches tall, Marisol Ayala… and her partner, from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, standing five feet four inches tall, Luisa Campos… at a combined weight of two hundred and fifty-seven pounds, together they are… DIIIAAAMMMOOONNNDDDSSS ANNNDDD PEEEAAARRRLLLSSS!!!!!”
The Announcer’s voice reverberated through the building as the devilish dark-haired duo graced the drooling FAWNatics with their presence.
MARISOL AYALA:
Ayala took the lead among the badass brunettes as they marched to the ring. The taller, curvier half of D&P was clad in a black velvet fightin’ two piece, the bottoms high-waisted, the bikini top for the moment at least partially obscured by her unzipped, diamond studded black leather jacket—though Marisol’s impressive cleavage was in no way disguised. Around the Puerto Rican beauty’s neck was a narrow black choker, with white pads and boots completing the look.
LUISA CAMPOS:
Campos sported a similar one piece—also in black velvet, with a keyhole design that bared her cleavage, certainly more modest than her partner’s, but no less eye catching. There were no shoulder straps with this design; instead, a string of pearls looped around her neck, connecting to the velvet just above that keyhole opening to hold the garment in place. Like her partner, she too sported white pads and boots. But Luisa also wore a pair of elbow length opera style gloves, and instead of a leather jacket, she sported an exceedingly long, black ring cape, its tail trailing behind her by a number of feet.
On one hand, Luisa paid the audience no attention as she strode toward the ring, nose ever so slightly upturned and a sneer on her lips. On the other, the deliberateness of the march and the swish of her hips illustrated how much she’s aware and enjoyed being the center of attention, or at least sharing the spotlight with Marisol. Ayala not only acknowledged the crowd but had no issue jawing with them each step to the ring.
The Puerto Rican again took the lead in heading up the stairs. She kept climbing, claiming the near ring-post. Marisol stepped to the second rope, raising a defiant fist into the air, a prophecy of domineering victory against the beloved but hopelessly outclassed idiots that dared challenge their supremacy.
Luisa moved to the center of the apron before sweeping through the ropes, her cape catching and trailing over the second cable as she moved toward the middle of the ring. There, she brought her hands to her shoulders and slipped off her cape, allowing it to gather in a puddle behind her.
Marisol dropped into the confines and motioned Luisa to join her. The usually disinterested Campos had no yawn to stifle tonight, Diamonds & Pearls had been denied their rightful prey and she meant to collect with crippling, humiliating interest. With Marisol facing the hard-cam, her arms high and wide, Luisa dropped to one knee in front of her partner, both women daring their opponents (or anyone else suffering from terminal stupidity) to come forth and test their combined might.
It wasn’t long before they got their wish.
“And introducing their opponents. First, hailing from Bridgeport California and standing at five feet eight inches tall, she is the Pinstripe Powerhouse… Veronica Treymane! And her partner, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, and standing at five feet and two inches tall, she is the Star Strider… Lily Burlingame! At a combined weight of two hundred and forty-four pounds, they are COSMIC NOIR!
The low lights of the Crimson Comet’s entrance were interrupted by a tongue of flame, sparking out of the floor at the bottom of the ramp and burning rapidly up its wick until it reached the pool of darkness at the top. And all at once the predicted explosion of noise and pyro went off, a huge KA-BOOM of red bursting loud enough to swallow the introductory riff of ’Comeback Kid’. guitars of her entrance theme. When the lights came back the music immediately cut to the first verse of ‘Machine Gun Blues’ and the FAWNatics roared for all they were worth to welcome the unlikely tandem that’d appeared on stage.
Standing to the right of her friend and partner, the former FAWN Lightweight Champion pointed toward the duo in the ring and said, “Wanna trim some Daisies, ‘Ronnie?”
LILY BURLINGAME:
VERONICA TREYMANE:
The Destroyer-class blonde, herself a former World Champion, hefted the replica Thompson and answered, “Always.”
Lily raised a fist showing the invisible detonator and brought her thumb down to get an earth-shattering ‘KA-BOOM!’ from her Star Gazers and an explosive line of pyro from Veronica’s barking iron. When it fell silent Treymane and Burlingame blew smoke off the barrel, then started toward the ring with the brunette ever so slightly in the lead.
For their first official match as a Tag Team (they’d tagged on and off for years on the House Show Circuit) Lily chose a dark red variation of her usual midnight blue and starry white halter and bottoms, galaxies swirling and shimmering with her every move. Her knee pads were white on one side and red on the other, matching her togs perfectly. Behind her, the Neo-Noir knockout wore her usual charcoal gray and white boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, as did her pads and wrist-tape, while her boots were a matching gray.
Loving the roar of the crowd despite the looming threat of Diamonds & Pearls, Lily glanced over her shoulder and grinned at Veronica. “Try to keep up, ok?”
Veronica shook her head ‘no’. “Lily we talked about--dammit, there she goes.”
There she went indeed, the Roseate Rocket flying down the rest of the ramp to leap onto the apron in a single bound. From there she raced along the narrow ledge to the far corner, the top of which she reached just as easily. This show was capped off with a soaring and undeniably gorgeous back flip which landed her perfectly within the confines of the squared circle. A couple heartbeats passed and Veronica slid in behind her, the Dangerous Dame having doffed her coat and Thompson as soon as the heiress took off.
“I TOLD you to give me a warning before you pulled that stunt.” Treymane chided as she squared up behind Burlingame to pose for the hard camera.
“Try to keep up IS the warning, ‘Ronnie.” Lily exchanged a fist-bump with the blonde but kept her attention on Luisa, who was throwing daggers with her eyes. Burlingame threw them right back and was about to invite Pearls to join her when Carpenter ushered them back to their corner.
When the pre-bell conferences came to an end, it appeared that Marisol and Veronica were on their way to renewing existing hostilities. I say ‘appeared’ because Diamonds hadn’t made it two steps from her corner when Pearls reached out and grabbed her bicep. “I got this, Marisol.” Easing her way around the towering powerhouse, Luisa ‘shooed’ Veronica back and called, “I can whoop your ass later, Treymane. Right now I want that sneaking space alien! Go on, tag the bytch in if she’s not afraid to face me when my back isn’t turned!”
Not about to give up her back on the cagey lightweight no matter what Campos claimed to want, ‘Ronnie took a half step back and asked, “What do you say, Lily? Sounds like big mouth wants a fair fight.”
“Sure she does.” Burlingame replied. Then, loud enough for Luisa to hear, she added, “I’m SURE she won’t scurry back to the corner for a tag as soon as I clear these ropes.”
Luisa’s dark eyes narrowed in obvious disgust. “You think I’m gonna run from you, puta?” She stomped to the middle of the ring, jabbed the toe of one boot against the canvas and scraped an invisible line between herself and the ladies of Cosmic Noir. “Get up to this line and we’ll see who--”
Lily clapped Treymane’s shoulder, then leapt onto the top rope and vaulted over her partner to land barely six inches shy of Pearls’ dastardly demarcation. Strolling to within a deep breath of her fuming adversary, Burlingame murmured, “Here I am, honey. Face to face, just like you wanNNNNGGGHH!”
Campos turned the other brunette’s head to the side with a stinging Bytch Slap, a blatant show of disrespect that earned jeers from everyone save Marisol Ayala. “I don’t want you face to face, loser!” Luisa sneered in Lily’s ear. “I want you stretched out flat, submitting into my truERRRGGGHH!”
The Roseate Rocket had turned away from her attacker after the slap, now she laid out on her back and flicked her right leg up to THWHACK that foot into Luisa’s forehead! Campos dropped to her butt with a soft plop only to return to verticality almost immediately, Pearls clearly more startled than hurt by the quick strike.
PELE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLlN8z74e0s
Unfortunately for her Burlingame was ready and waiting and dipped beneath Luisa’s Clothesline to run the ropes on the friendlier side of the ring. “Get back here you slippery little shyt!” Luisa snarled. “Don’t think you’re gonna hide from meOH NO YA DON’T!” Pearls pivoted to one side and spread her arms wide to scoop the Crimson Comet up in a Sidewalk Slam or that’s what it would’ve been if Lily hadn’t twisted through and ‘smecked’ her legs around Campos’ noggin. Arms held out at her sides, body drawn away from Luisa’s torso at a sharp angle, Burlingame forced her foe to spin through half a dozen revolutions before she tucked in and rolled through to flip Luisa to the mat with a gorgeous Whirlybird Headscissors!
WHIRLYBIRD HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKimcivlFpw
“Dammit!” Campos pounded a frustrated fist against the deck, hurried to boot-leather and barked, “Let’s see you try that crap agaWHOOAAAHH!”
Lily ran in, hooked her right arm around Luisa’s head and took to the skies again, the former FAWN Lightweight champion stretching her taut frame perpendicular to Campos’ chest before she came down on her knees and once again flipped Luisa onto her tush!
JUMPING SNAPMARE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=94-urD7ec6I
Fuming now, the black-clad battler clambered to her feet and went straight for Burlingame, her perfectly manicured claws honed in on her opponent’s fa-THWHAP! Lily pivoted away from the charging grappler and drove a swift Back Kick into Luisa’s belly. The shot didn’t knock her down, but it left her exposed when the Star Strider caught a second Three Quarters Facelock and tossed her onto her butt courtesy of a Snapmare. “Sneaky little bytch.” Luisa groaned as she rubbed her thrumming glutes. “When I get my hands on you you’re gonna NNNGGGGHHH!”
Lily laid a swift kick Campos’ shoulders and teased, “Don’t think so, Pearly. You’re not doing anything tonight except goin’ to Snapmare City!” Luisa didn’t answer, so Burlingame hit the ropes straight ahead and came back with a Basement Dropkick that THWHAPPED offa the seated wrestler’s forehead. A move like that wasn’t nearly enough to put away someone like Luisa Campos, but she wanted the bratty tag specialist to know she was in for a long night, which was why she pounced across Pearls’ chest and hooked the far leg in an aggressive cradle worth…
ONE…
Luisa kicked out just after ‘ONE!’, the aggrieved lovely making a point to slap the back of Lily’s head as she made her escape. This didn’t sit too well with the Star Strider, she slapped Campos right back, then snatched a handful of hair and gave the Brazilian’s head a mean little shake as she tugged her to verticality. Marisol and Luisa protested this rough treatment at top volume, which amused Burlingame to no end. Switching over to a snug Side Headlock with nothing more than a knowing wink to Al Carpenter, Lily grrrrrrrrrrooooound Campos’ temple against the point of her right hip, the brawny little brunette marching her burden around in awkward circles occasionally punctuated with short double stomps that made Luisa yelp.
“C’mon Pearls, I thought you wanted to fight!” Burlingame chided. “There sure was a lot of tuff talk when you and Marisol jumped ‘Ronnie in the back last week. Where’s that goneeerrrrrhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Incensed by the other lightweight’s casual domination, Luisa curled one hand into a claw and raaaaaaaaaaked Lily from hip to navel about half a dozen times before digging in for a white-knuckled belly claw. “Grrrrhhh… get used to this, [/I]puta.[/I]” Campos hissed. “I’mma carve your space alien ass into slimy little pieces before I even bother to tag MariSOOOFFFHHHH!”
Lily stuffed a hip into Luisa’s belly and slung her to the canvas with an emphatic Headlock Takedown. Grip still intact, she squeezed Campos’ face against her battle-warm flank, then freed a hand and treated Luisa’s hair to another rough yank. “You’re not gonna do anything brat.” Burlingame sassed right back. “’Cept run crying for Diamonds the first chance you WHOOOAAAH!”
Pearls hooked an arm through Lily’s legs and rolled the former champ onto her shoulders in an improvised cradle that had Burlingame’s butt pointed at the lights through…
ONE… Lily popped her hips, returned to a seat and shifted the angle of Luisa’s head so that her nose was bent painfully against her flank! “How do you like that, Pearly?” the Roseate Rocket snapped. “Try to steal another one and it’ll only get worAARRRRRHHHH GODDAMMIT!”
Campos slipped an arm between her opponent’s legs again, only this time she secured a claw instead of a cradle! Tenacious though she was, Lily endured the underhanded abuse for barely three seconds before she abandoned the Headlock in favor of several heavy punches to the Brazilian’s midsection. Lily and Luisa shrieked for different reasons, each of them continuing their attack for several more seconds before the pain forced them to scramble away from the infuriated other.
Wincing in the wake of Campos’ catty clamp, Burlingame pushed to a knee and placed a hand to her stinging trunks until the worst had subsided. As for Luisa, she carefully checked her nose to make sure the gutless little tramp hadn’t done any real damage to her flawless features. Noting the grimace on her opponent’s face, Pearls smirked and said, “Get used to it, whore. I’ll tear your trunks apart before this is over.”
The threat didn’t sit well with Burlingame, who stood up immediately thereafter. “That so, little miss badass?” she taunted. “Then get up and show me.”
Luisa did, took a step forward, then raised an index finger and waggled it, ‘no, no, no’. “I don’t think so, puta. We’re gonna do this when I say so. Until then…” Campos backed into the D&P corner and offered her hand to Marisol Ayala, who clapped it eagerly. “Diamonds would like a word with you.”
Lily rolled her shoulders and took a step back, but that was all the ground she ceded as Marisol made her way through the ropes. Eyes locked on the former Lightweight Champion, Ayala closed the distance far more deliberately than her partner. Slowing just outside easy lunging distance, Diamonds’ gaze didn’t waiver for an instant even though Lily could feel the heat of Veronica’s attention over her shoulder. After a moment she said, “One time offer, Burlingame. Go to your corner and tag in Treymane, I won’t lift a finger to stop you. Pearls has already called dibs on your entitled ass and that’s just fine with me because,” now she raised her gaze to Treymane, “I want the pinstripe poseur. I want her right, f*cking now.”
Lily arched an eyebrow. “And I refuse?”
Ayala offered her opponent a sinister smile, then reached out a hand and patted Burlingame’s head in supremely condescending fashion. “You won’t though.” she cooed. “You’re stupid rich, not stupid stupNNNNGGGHHH!”
The Star Strider didn’t swat Marisol’s hand away, instead she hopped up and planted her left foot on Ayala’s right thigh so she could THWHACK a quick Enzugiri across the side of her opponent’s head!
STEP-UP ENZUGIRI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=txciArqoKb4
Diamonds stumbled back but didn’t even take a knee, much to the surprise of the FAWNatics and the consternation of one Lily Burlingame. “Looks like I was wrong.” the Puerto Rican powerhouse growled. “You are REALLY f*cking stup-”
Lily fired a Toe Kick at Marisol’s midsection, a strong shot the Destroyer simply swatted down like nothing. With Burlingame momentarily off balance Marisol cuffed her upside the head with a heavy open-handed slap, then grabbed hold of the smaller brunette’s wrist and sent her rushing into the ropes on the D&P side of the ring. Not content to wait on the speedster’s return, Marisol stormed after her prey to make sure Burlingame didn’t have enough time to avoid the shoulder she lowered for that trim midsec-NO!
The Roseate Rocket went low in a slick little Baseball Slide that sent her skidding through Ayala’s parted stemNOOOO! Diamonds flicked out both hands and wrapped ‘em around Lily’s throat to stop the escape dead in its tracks. “I already gave you a chance, puta.” the big brunette explained. “There won’t be another.” With that she dipped her knees and pulled Lily out and up, Ayala hoisting her startled prey high into the air with a brutal two-handed Gooz--“NNGGGHHH!”
Keeping calm despite the strong hands clasping her windpipe, Burlingame drove her knees into Marisol’s chest and brought her elbows down onto Diamond’s biceps! The quick combination returned Lily to terra firma whereupon reaching the feinted right only to spin left, juking around Ayala to take a flying leap that culminated with her slapping Veronica’s outstretched palm!
Al was still registering the tag with the Timekeeper when Ayala charged the corner with a forearm meant to cave in ‘Ronnie’s ch--THWHACK! The Pinstripe Powerhouse cut her rival off via a straight right hand to the chin! “Good to see you too, Diamonds.” Veronica snapped. “Didn’t need to rush the door, thoOOFFFFHH!”
Ayala stormed into the breach, pivoted slightly and smashed the broadside of her thigh into Treymane’s tummy! “Don’t even think about playing nice with me, slut.” Marisol reached over the strands, caught Veronica’s head in a Front Facelock and forced her throat down onto the top rope. Strangling the Dangerous Dame was only prologue however. Ayala promptly helped herself to those pinstriped trunks and hoisted Treymane over her head in a gorgeous Vertical Sup-TWHAP!
Lily wasn’t the legal wrestler anymore but that didn’t mean she was gonna let Ayala womanhandle her partner, as evidenced by the quick Side Kick she laid across Diamond’s unprotected belly! Marisol cursed, dropped her prey, cursed all the louder when ‘Ronnie tagged her across the mouth with a particularly stiff Forearm Smash. Clearing off by no more than half a dozen steps, Ayala caught her balance, glared murder at Treymane and rushed in to “NNNNNGGGHHH!” Already gripping the top rope in both hands, the Gorgeous Gangster leaned back as far as physics would allow to ensure maximum momentum when she launched herself into the squared circle with a Slingshot Shoulderblock that caught Diamonds flush on the sternum!
SLINGSHOT SHOULDERBLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qPjh0a0Rzek
Ayala was blown backward, landed hard on her shoulders and somersaulted through to come up on her knees at the same time as her attacker. Rising as one, blonde and brunette threw themselves at the hated other for what would’ve been a ring-shivering clench if Veronica hadn’t thwarted the whole thing by DRIVING the sole of her right boot into Marisol’s chest! The Bicycle Kick put Ayala on the mat but she sure as hell didn’t stay there long enough for the former World Champ to try for a cover. No, Ayala was up as soon as she landed, Diamonds blatantly daring ‘Ronnie to bring out the heavy firepower if she had any left.
BICYCLE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNvaEYj1a8g
“THAT ALL YOU GOT, PUTA?” she bellowed. “GO ON AND RUN THOSE ROPES, PUT SOME STANK ON IT IF YOU CAN!”
Veronica snorted, spun around on one heel and-- spun the rest of the way through to THA-WHAP her right arm across Ayala’s sternum with a colossal Discus Lariat! No bouncing up from a shot like that, Diamonds kept on looking at the lights when Treymane hooked the far leg and bundled her into a cover good for the…
DISCUS LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmT_8YjYcXw
ONE…
TWNO!
The Puerto Rican Powerhouse kicked out partway through ‘TWO!’, meaning Luisa Campos had enough time to slip back to her corner without Carpenter noticing her encroachment. Lily hadn’t missed it and she let Pearls know it, so Campos gave it right back, the top caliber lightweights engaging in a nasty verbal duel while their Destroyer-class counterparts renewed old grudges within the confines of the squared circle.
Helping herself to Ayala’s hair because she just couldn’t bring herself to show her rival the slightest bit of respect, ‘Ronnie got to her feet and forced Diamonds to do the same. Still holding Marisol’s dark locks when she drove a Kneelift into her belly, Treymane switched over to a Wristlock and slung the brunette at the ropes with an Irish WhNOPE! Ayala dug in to freeze the toss in place, then doubled down on a Wristlock of her own and sent Veronica off to the strands on the opposite side of the ring. The Dangerous Dame couldn’t muster a reversal of her own, so she spun into the strands and bounc-THWHACK!
Stepping out onto the apron as the big blonde closed in, Luisa caught the top rope in both hands and launched herself up high enough to smash a nasty kick across the back of Treymane’s skull! Veronica shouted in surprise and pain, though she continued her trip out of the ropes albeit at a greatly reduced speed. The slower pace didn’t bother Diamonds at all, in fact she was grinning from ear to ear when she stepped in and ‘hupped’ Treymane up across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Keeping her right hand cupped over the back of Veronica’s head, Marisol spun through one, two, three full rotations to make sure there was no question of her control when she hopped up and slung the blonde out behind her. A Three Quarters Facelock secured mid-descent meant Treymane wasn’t going anywhere but down and what a down it was, the Pinstripe Powerhouse THAWHAMMED flat on her face, chest and belly! ‘Ronnie rolled onto her back and Ayala rolled onto her, Diamonds looking smug and strong as she planted both hands on her victim’s shoulders for the…
HOPE DIAMOND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5HbOi3Aeh6M
ONE…
TWO…
Treymane popped her hips and twisted to one side, breaking the count with almost a full second to spare. “Lookin’ good, Diamonds! Looking good!” Luisa called from her corner. “Keep whoopin’ her overrated ass!”
Marisol nodded approval of this stratagem even as she filled her hands with the blonde’s hair. Once they were both vertical again Ayala switched over to a Wristlock and slung Veronica at the D&P corner as hard as she could. Luisa, seeing that Carpenter was keeping a close eye on the action, raised her hands and stepped away to make sure there was no whining from Burlingame when the Magnificent Moll bwuuuunged against the buckles.
Unable to keep herself anchored to the ring-post after that unpleasant impact, Veronica stumbled out to the center of the squared circle where Marisol waited with open arms. Or rather, open ‘arm’, as the Puerto Rican powerhouse only needed one to wrap the blonde’s waist and muscle her up like a sack of laundry. Strutting around with particular sense of urgency, Ayala pointed a finger at Lily and called, “Get your scrawny little ass back to the locker room, rich girl! Everyone knows you don’t want a piece of Diamonds & Pearls!” The heiress chose to encourage her partner instead of bantering with the Destroyer-class brunette, a decision Ayala seemed to regard as a personal slight. Dismissing Lily with a defiant middle finger, Diamonds strolled back to the meaner side of the ring where she promptly hopped up and dropped to her butt, all the better to THWHAM Treymane spine-first against the canvas!
SIDEWALK SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=M__4_AOU9Ow
The Sidewalk Slam connected with such ring-shivering force that the FAWNatics were certain Ayala would try for a cover, so they were quite surprised when she hauled the former World Champion to boot-leather without even trying to finish her prey. “Would you take a look at this sorry sack of shyt?” Marisol said to Pearls in the midst of stuffing Veronica’s upper-body through the gap between the tope and middle ropes. “She actually thinks she’s bad enough to hang with us!”
Treymane growled and tried to squirm free, a task made all the harder after Ayala cranked her arms backward over the top rope. Cupping the Gorgeous Gangster’s chin in her left hand, Marisol leaned in and planted a taunting kiss on ‘Ronnie’s cheek. “Did you really think recruiting that little pipsqueak was gonna stop me from kicking your ass up between your shoulders?” she cooed. “It won’t. It’s only gonna make sure she suffers right alongsi--”
“I didn’t ask for her help.” Treymane interrupted through clenched teeth. “And I definitely didn’t need her help putting your slow, sloppy ass to sleepPPPRRRGGHHH!”
Instantly furious at the reminder of her somnolent surrender, Marisol wrenched Veronica’s head backward over the top rope and cuffed her across the chest with a huge Overhand Forearm Smash. “All right Marisol, let’s get her out of the ropes.” Al coaxed. “Don’t make me start the count.”
Diamonds answered with a knowing smirk and a hair pull that made Treymane stamp her feet in protest. “Why should I do that, geek?” she asked. “Afraid you might learn something?”
Without waiting for an answer, Ayala reefed back on the Chinlock to make sure she had a clear line of sight for half a dozen more Overhead Forearm Smashes, each of them thwap-thwap-THWHAPPING across the former World Champion’s chest. Ayala landed half a dozen and could’ve delivered twice that if Carpenter wasn’t at ’FOUR!’ on his own count. Storming away from the scene of the accident without bothering to extricate Treymane from the strands, Marisol walked up on Al and barked, “What the f*ck was with that fast count, huh? Does your idiot girlfriend know you’re out here throwing around fast counts for--”
And so it went, Ayala berating Al for a whole litany of imagined slights, every bit of her outrage a cover for Pearls, who’d hurried over to the vulnerable blonde and helped herself to a double handful of Treymane’s bounty! “Told’ja I’d get to you whenever I wanted, puta!” Luisa taunted the yowling Destroyer. “Too bad your tits aren’t as tough as your trash talk!”
The legions assembled for March to War jeered this catty cheap-shot at the top of their lungs, but the deception didn’t come to light until Lily shouted, “C’MON AL, GET YOUR HEAD OUTTA YOUR ASS AND PAY SOME ATTENTION!”
Al shifted enough to see around Marisol, cursed aloud and barked, “Back to your corner, Luisa! Now! ONE! TWO! THREE!”
Campos let loose and sauntered away, the wicked little brunette casually fluffing her hair as she followed the ref’s order. As for Marisol, she stalked up behind the trapped blonde and plowed a nasty right hand in above her opponent’s right hip. Veronica sobbed, shuddered and collapsed over the second strand, the Gorgeous Gangster just hugging her traumatized midsection. Knowing damned well that Treymane wasn’t going anywhere in her current condition, Ayala raaaaaaked a hand down ’Ronnie’s back as she turned to her partner. “Ready for a piece of this puta, Pearls?”
“Hell yeah. Let’s burn some trash.”
Diamonds & Pearls exchanged a tag but not positions because Marisol stomped back to Veronica and peeled her outta the strands. Turning Treymane in a woozy half circle, Ayala went low, wrapped her arms around opposing thighs and hoisted the former World Champion into the air. Meanwhile, Luisa hopped over the ropes and raced straight at the opposite side. Tweaking Lily with a sly wink as she hit the rubber-coated steel, Campos sped back the way she’d came and leapt onto the second strand, then sprang out into the void and THWHACKED her right foot flush between Treymane’s eyes. Ayala released her grip on impact, Diamonds simply dropping ‘Ronnie to the deck so Pearls could bundle her up in a Cradle that had Al and the crowd counting…
SPRINGBOARD ROUNDHOUSE & SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gi4yK3hEHD8
ONE…
TWO…
“NNNGGGHHH!”
Lily dropped in from outta the void, the Star Strider showing off her own springboard skills to drive a heavy Double Axehandle between Campos’ shoulders.
“SNEAKY BYTCH!” Luisa shrieked as she scrambled to boot-leather. “That’s the last time you’re gonna lay a hand on me!”
Burlingame had already backpedaled out of reach but that didn’t stop her from blowing Pearls a kiss as she reached the ropes. “We’ll see, Pearly. We’ll see.”
Scowling in disdain, Luisa flicked Lily off, then ‘rounded on Veronica and put the boots to her until the former World Champion managed to make it to all fours. “Did I say you could get up?” Campos snapped as she filled her hands with the blonde’s hair. “I don’t think so, puta.”
A quick Hip Check to the side of the head slowed Treymane’s reflexes enough for Pearls to seize a wrist in each hand. From there she crossed Treymane’s forearms over her throat, then pulled her up and twisted around so the big blonde was bent backward over-- Luisa hopped up and laid out to THAWHAM ‘Ronnie on the back of her head and shoulders with a Straightjacket Neckbreaker.
STRAIGHTJACKET NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nyq823MY38
Treymane was left swaddling her skull in the aftermath, so Campos hurried to her knees and went back to the Breast Claw she’d started when the blonde was trapped in the ropes. “Give up, loser!” Luisa shouted into Veronica’s face as she bore down with malicious intensity. “Give up or I’ll shred NGH!”
The Dangerous Dame brought her hands up and together with Luisa’s head wedged firmly between. This Bell Ringer was far from pleasant, yet neither was Luisa Campos, so no one was really surprised when the brunette shook it off and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed even harder. “I SAID GIVE UP!” Pearls roared. “TELL ‘EM YOU CAN’T TAKE MY TALOHUUURRRGGGGHHH!”
Veronica reached up, wrapped a hand around Campos’ throat and treated the Tag Specialist to a constriction of her own. “Chhhhhhhke!” Luisa rasped to Al while ‘Ronnie sat up and rolled to one knee. “CHHHHKE!”
Not quite brave enough to get close when his charges were that tangled, Carpenter cleared his throat and said, “Let go of her neck, Veronica. You know better than that.”
Treymane growled, gave the hold a final squeeze, then let go only to cry out because Campos doubled down on her malicious kneading. “Yeah, that’s right, you DO know better!” Pearls taunted. “You know better than to think you can hang with NNNGGGGGHHH!”
The Dangerous Dame palmed Luisa’s noggin in both hands and plowed a Headbutt into the bridge of her nose! Campos wailed nasally but still wouldn’t relinquish her claws, so Treymane reared back for a second “AAARRRRHH!” Now Luisa abandoned her grip, or rather halved it, the tag specialist swiping one set of well-manicured nails across her opponent’s eyes!
“That’s it, get your ass up.” Campos demanded once she’d treated herself to a particularly egregious hair-hold. “I said get up!”
Several hard yanks was enough to make Veronica comply and a single heavy right hand to the navel meant the former World Champ was too busy sucking wind to offer much defense when Pearls snatched a wrist and sent her into a neutral set of straNO! Treymane reached the end of her tether, dug in her heels and sent Campos to the ropes in her place. This abrupt change of plans seemed to bother Luisa right up until the moment she left her feet to land on the second strand as neat as you please. Indeed she was smiling widely when she launched backward and around, the lissome little brunette stretched out in a gorgeous Springboard Crossbo-SMECK!
Veronica set both feet, stretched her arms wide and neatly plucked Campos outta the sky. “Change of plans, Daisy.” the Gorgeous Gangster earned a raucous cheer from the FAWNatics when she swatted Luisa’s protesting tush. “Hope you’re ready for a Hard Good--”
“LOOK OUT VERONICA!” Lily’s warning cut through the din like a klaxon siren and without even thinking about it Treymane spun toward the D&P corner to whip up her right leg for THWHACK! ‘Ronnie’s heel caught Marisol on the point of the chin, sending Diamonds to the mat in a stunned sprawl. “What, you want this one back?” Treymane taunted the grounded grappler. “Don’t worry Daisy, she’s all yours.”
Shifting around so she was positioned on Ayala’s left side, Veronica bent her knees and earned another ‘ooooohhhh’ from those assembled by tossing Luisa onto her shoulders in the Powerbomb stall in a single effortless motion. Campos had just enough time to shake her head ‘no, no, no!’, then Treymane tossed her forward and down to THAWHUMP Pearls atop Diamonds in a massive amalgamation of Powerbomb and Senton!
Luisa bounced away from her crashpad and immediately curled into a ball while Marisol gagged and barrel rolled under the bottom rope. Her attention split just long enough to rule out going for a cover, the Pinstripe Powerhouse stomped over to Luisa, cupped her ears and peeled her off the mat. “Trashy jewelry incoming, Lily!” Veronica called over one shoulder half a heartbeat before she whipped Campos straight at the Cosmic Noir corner.
Burlingame cleared off enough to avoid the subsequent collisions: Luisa hitting the buckles and Veronica CRUSHING Luisa against those buckles with a massive Avalanche Splash! Maintaining her position to keep Campos glued in place, Treymane reached out and clapped the Star Strider back into the match. “Take that brat up high, would ya ‘Ronnie?”
“You heard the lady,” Treymane pulled Pearls out of the corner and turned her around in a single smooth motion. “Let’s take in the view from the roof.” From there she ducked down and wedged her head between Luisa’s legs, all the better to muscle her into an unforgiving Electric Chair. Meanwhile, Lily skipped from apron to top turnbuckle in a single bound. Soon as she was set she was off again, the Star Strider shooting out into the void, twisting a smooth quarter turn as she did so to land a Flying Crossbody made all the more impactful because Veronica laid out with it, effectively adding the force of an Electric Chair Drop to the ring-shaking impact! Burlingame tumbled clear when she hit the canvas, then scurried / crawled right back to collect both of Luisa’s legs for…
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Diamonds made a 24-karat save for her team, the Puerto Rican Powerhouse shooting in with a low flying Shoulderblock that knocked Burlingame offa her perch. Hurrying to boot-leather after the last second disruption, Ayala barked, “You’re not gonna steal one from us you bratty little OOOOFFFFFHHHHH!”
Veronica folded her prey around an encroaching shoulder and kept right on running, the Magnificent Moll ultimately driving the both of them through the ropes to hit the floor with an ungainly THWHUMP! Lily noted the Destroyers departure only briefly, she was understandably focused on keeping the pressure on Pearls. To that end she hauled the other brunette upright, then slipped an arm between her thighs and muscled her onto one shoulder. T’was classic Scoop Slam positioning, but Burlingame didn’t carry through on the threat until she’d stomped to within a few long strides of her corner. Only then did she hurl Campos to the deck with a damp, heavy thud.
“Anything to say now, Pearly?” Lily chided the vulnerable battler as she made her way to the corner. “Or do you know enough to keep quiet when Diamonds’ isn’t around to save your ass?”
“Suuuuhhhh… save me from who, you?” Luisa groaned / scoffed. “Puta, I don’t need anyone to save me from NNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Pearls probably would’ve said ‘you’, if Burlingame hadn’t hopped onto the bottom rope and promptly back-flipped off in a truncated albeit still punishing Moonsault! Luisa’s legs popped up so Lily shoved ‘em back down and got to her feet for a second trip to the corner. This time she went to the middle rope and the subsequent Moonsault had that much more oomph behind it, as evidenced by the sullen ‘oh, that hurts!’ way Campos beat her heels against the mat. Lily still didn’t try for a cover though, she got right back up and went to the corner to complete her trifecta, the grand finale delivered in the form of a Moonsault offa the top ro--
Luisa kicked up her legs to impale the Roseate Rocket’s tummy only to gape in wide eyed astonishment (or hate, it was probably hate) when Burlingame adjusted on the fly to land on her feet with both hands firmly gripping Pearls’ ankles. “Sneaky little bytch!” Campos pumped her legs in a furious effort to escape Lily’s grip. “Get your damned hands offa WHOOAAHHNNNGGGHHH!”
Lily tossed Luisa’s legs over her head, forcing the Brazilian Bombshell to somersault back onto her knees. She hadn’t even managed to flip hair out of her eyes when the littlest Burlingame took a page out of the Rainmaker’s playbook with a Buzzsaw Kick that clipped the side of her opponent’s skull!
Luisa swayed without toppling to one side or the other, so Lily hauled her up with a huge handful of hair and snuggled in close to apply a Full Nelson. Pearls was a bit too woozy to stomp her attacker’s toes, she could however still pull hair with the best of them, as Lily soon discovered. “Gonna f*ck you up, rich girl.” Campos growled as tried to expose the other brunette’s scalp. “Gonna f*ck you up so bad you’ll never EEERRRGGHHHH!”
Enduring the tress torture to shut her opponent’s mouth, Lily dropped into a deep squat and popped her hips to THWHUMP Pearls onto the back of her head and shoulders in a perfect Dragon Suplex. Burlingame went up on tiptoe in the aftermath, meaning it wasn’t long before Al Carpenter swooped in to count…
DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFs9DoN9zKQ
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Pearls escaped without any assistance from her partner, a very good thing considering Marisol and Veronica were presently trying to drive each other into and through every surface at ringside. As for the action confined within the squared circle, Lily peeled Luisa off the mat, pointed her at the corner, then wrenched her head backward to secure a painfully snug Inverted Facelock. A contingent of Stargazers cheered in anticipation of another celestial specialty, but it wasn’t intergalactic gimmick infringement the Roseate Rocket had in mind. Rather she caught hold of Pearls’ waistband above the left hip, then dipped her knees and muscled the winded lightweight up, over and most importantly down, Campos THAWHAMMING against the thinly-sheathed plywood. Burlingame maintained the Facelock on impact and as she somersaulted into a seat atop the small of Luisa’s back. The end result was very close to the Ace’s Root of All Evil, but where Susan always reefed back on this particular grip, Lily shifted over to a double hair-hold all the better to BWONK her opponent’s forehead against the canvas!
Stretched and splattered following this concussive combo, Pearls did little more than moan softly when Burlingame rose to her full height and neatly planted her boots atop the other brunette’s thighs. Nor did she offer any meaningful resistance when the Star Strider laid claim to her ankles boots and wedged them across her own shins at a sharp angle. It wasn’t until Lily crouched down and reached for the Brazilian’s wrists that Campos squirmed to life. “Get your goddamned hands away from me!” Luisa snarled as she pulled her elbows in tight against her torso. “You’re not going to display me like OW! OW! OOOOOWWWW STAAAAAAHHHHHP!”
Lily braised her opponent’s flanks with a few hard slaps, then curled both hands into claws and dug in just above Luisa’s hips. “Display you like what, Luisa?” Burlingame chided. “Like the unscrupulous, cheating witch you are? I think that’s exactly what I’m gonna do!”
“Tuff talk, fat-ass.” Campos hissed. “Those cottage cheese thighs can’t hoist my hotnesSSSEEEEEERRRGGGHHH!”
Lily traded one painful claw for another, namely a two-fingered hook in her opponent’s nostrils! “Tell me I can’t.” the Star Strider demanded in the midst of yanking Luisa’s head back at an awkward angle. “C’mon bad girl, go ahead and tell me what I can’t doAARRRRGGHH BYTCH!”
Obviously prepared to defend against the Romero Special whatever the cost, Pearls endured the nasal torture only until she managed to catch hold of the heiress’ wrist in both hands. Then she yanked the encroaching limb clear and sank her teeth into the flesh between Lily’s thumb and index finger! Al didn’t much care for the tactics of either of his charges, so offered a warning that would’ve become a count if the Girl that Gravity Forgot didn’t put an end the entanglement by hopping up and THUMPING her foe’s knees into the mat with a sawed-off double stomp.
Barely a heartbeat passed before there was a resounding BAHWANG from somewhere outside the ring, followed by a sympathetic groan from the assembled FAWNatics. Lily looked around at this commotion, but caught no sight of Veronica or Marisol, so she returned her attention to the task at hand. “C’mon sweetie, stand yourself up.” Burlingame commanded with a few sturdy tugs. “Lets see how strong you are caught in a black hole.” Campos responded with a muttered curse, followed by a much more audible wail when Lily dipped down, threaded an arm between her legs and lifted Pearls onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Hurrying out to the middle of the ring, Lily turned a full circle to show off her prey and to get a better bead on ‘Ronnie and Diamonds. She succeeded on the former, no joy on the latter. Dismissing concern as best she could, the former Lightweight Champion slung Luisa’s body out in front so she swung up under the other brunette’s left arm just as Burlingame laid out flat on her belly to DRILL Pearls into the canvas! Starfished and glassy-eyed in the wake of Black Hole Stun, Campos offered the softest of whines when Lily hooked the far leg and cradled her up for the…
BLACK HOLE STUN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AdrtxdjIdIw
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Luisa shot an arm into the air at the last possible second, the Brazilian Bombshell waggling a finger ‘no, no, no’ to those who dared count her out. Lily shook her head in disgust, showed Al three fingers, wasn’t surprised when he answered with two. “Ok, Pearly. You want the Earth shattering ka-boom? You got it.”
Hurrying to boot-leather, she applied a few healthy servings of sole food to Campos’ midsection before she jogged to the nearest corner and sprang into the high-rent district. Balance assured as soon as she touched down, Burlingame stood tall and raised her right fist overhead, the Star Strider’s thumb hanging precariously over the invisible detonat--
“Flight’s cancelled, short-stuff!” Marisol Ayala snarled as she leapt onto the apron to grab hold of Lily’s right knee. “And so are youNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Lily grabbed hold of Ayala’s hair to keep her footing steady long enough to drive a knee into Diamonds’ surprised face! Three or four was enough to break the Puerto Rican Powerhouse’s grip, though she was still far too close for Burlingame’s lik--
“RRRRRGGGGHHHH!” Veronica Treymane, fleshly recovered from the mutual collision with the steel steps that’d put she and her nemesis down for the better part of a thirty seconds caught hold of Ayala’s ankles and yanked her from the apron! Smiting Diamonds’ jaw with a Forearm Smash the instant she touched the floor, the Dangerous Dame chided, “We don’t we let them settle this their way, DaiWHOOOOAAAAANNNGGGGHHHH!”
Ayala lowered a shoulder, stuffed it in the blonde’s gut and muscled her up onto one shoulder for what was intended as a Spear and ended as mutually assured destruction when Treymane caught an improvised Front Facelock and pulled her nemesis down in a huge DDT!
Lily followed this cataclysm as best she could, then returned her attention to the ring at the sound of concern from some front row FAWNatics. Understandable too, as Luisa Campos had fought to her feet moments prior, effectively removing herself from the orbit of the Cherry Warhead. “Doesn’t get you out of the blast zone though, baby.” Burlingame muttered. “Not at all!”
She let out a low whistle to get Luisa’s attention, then leapt out into the void when her rival turned around to “GUUUUUHHHHRRGGHHH!” Disaster for the Star Strider and her fans as Campos took a giant step back and sank to one knee, Pearls deftly guiding the other brunette’s Flying Crossbody down across the point of her posted knee! The sudden violent expulsion of air from her lungs was strong enough to pop Lily to verticality, unfortunately it wasn’t enough to mount any defense when Luisa swung ‘round behind and pinioned her right arm overhead in a Half Nelson.
A brazen, kneading claw grip on the Roseate Rocket’s right breast had some fans thinking Reach Around, alas the truth revealed was even more vile. Drawing Burlingame’s left arm behind her in a Chickenwing, Luisa muscled her burden off the mat, then switched over to a controlling grip on the heiress’ left thigh. Lily had just enough time to shake her head ‘no!’ before Luisa used the Half Nelson to swing her down and in for what might’ve been a Victory Roll if Campos hadn’t sat out to THAWHAM Lily on the back of her head and shoulders! Conveniently Matchbooked after the Pearl Neckcrash, Lily only jostled in response to Pearls’ movements as the bombastic Brazilian settled in deep for the…
PEARL NECKCRASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eB9dSCoCUGo
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THREE!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer confirmed, “Your winners via pin-fall, DIAMONDS & PEARLS!”
“F*CKING RIGHT, DIAMONDS AND PEARLS!” Luisa bellowed as she tossed Lily’s legs aside and bounded to her feet. Yanking her wrist away from Carpenter when he tried to raise her hand, Pearls strutted around the prone heiress, eventually planting her feet on either side of Lily’s hips so she could bend down and slap her face half a dozen times. “Thought you were bad, rich girl? Thought you were tough?” Campos cupped her opponent’s breasts, gave them a sharp, taunting squeeze. “You’re not. And now I’m gonna add your tacky little top to my trophy collection!” Delighted by the thought, she hooked her fingers unto the undersides of Lily’s cups and started to-- a roar from the crowd drew Luisa’s attention elsewhere and she immediately hit full reverse upon spying Veronica Treymane sliding into the ring steel chair in hand!
“Marisol! MARISOL!” Luisa shouted for her partner as she vacated the squared circle and--
“I’m here.” Diamonds slid into place behind her partner, the big brunette watching Treymane with cold, angry eyes.
Veronica said nothing, just kept up the vigil that placed her between Diamonds & Pearls and the fallen Star Strider. Fuming at the injustice of it all, Campos took a step forward and pointed an accusing finger at the Dangerous Dame. “She’s MINE, Treymane! I beat her ass, I want my tribute!”
‘Ronnie raised the chair one handed, patted the seat rather invitingly. “You’re welcome to it, Pearls. All you gotta do is come get it.”
Give Campos credit, she actually took a few steps forward before Marisol laid a hand on her shoulder. “Not worth your time, Luisa.” she said loudly enough for Treymane to hear. “Don’t worry, you’ll get what’s yours. After all, ‘Ronnie can’t protect that loser all the time.”
Behind her, Veronica heard Lily shuffle to one knee, so she opened the chair, set it down and took a seat facing the opposition. “More right than you know, Diamonds. When this is all over, you’ll BOTH get what’s comin’ to ya.”
Bristling, Campos raked a hand through her hair and spat, “Tell the rich girl she belongs to me. And next time you won’t be around to save her.” With that she spun around and stormed up the ramp, Pearls lashing out at anyone who dared even glance in her direction.
Marisol followed shortly thereafter, but not before she’d wiped a hand across her décolletage and ‘flicked’ invisible mist in the blonde’s direction.
Diamonds & Pearls were more than halfway up the ramp when Lily Burlingame tottered up alongside her friend. “Suuuhhh… sorry ‘Ronnie.” she huffed. “I let you down.”
Treymane stood up and gave her a hug. “I wasn’t there to break the pin, that’s on me. We’ll get those Daisies next time… if you want there to be a next time.”
Lily nodded at once. “Hell yeah. I’m not gonna let those two scare me off after a single loss. And I sure as hell won’t leave you to face them by yourself.”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse raised a fist, which Burlingame bumped promptly.
“To next time, then.”
“Next time.”
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The Announcer’s voice reverberated through the building as the devilish dark-haired duo graced the drooling FAWNatics with their presence.
MARISOL AYALA:
Ayala took the lead among the badass brunettes as they marched to the ring. The taller, curvier half of D&P was clad in a black velvet fightin’ two piece, the bottoms high-waisted, the bikini top for the moment at least partially obscured by her unzipped, diamond studded black leather jacket—though Marisol’s impressive cleavage was in no way disguised. Around the Puerto Rican beauty’s neck was a narrow black choker, with white pads and boots completing the look.
LUISA CAMPOS:
Campos sported a similar one piece—also in black velvet, with a keyhole design that bared her cleavage, certainly more modest than her partner’s, but no less eye catching. There were no shoulder straps with this design; instead, a string of pearls looped around her neck, connecting to the velvet just above that keyhole opening to hold the garment in place. Like her partner, she too sported white pads and boots. But Luisa also wore a pair of elbow length opera style gloves, and instead of a leather jacket, she sported an exceedingly long, black ring cape, its tail trailing behind her by a number of feet.
On one hand, Luisa paid the audience no attention as she strode toward the ring, nose ever so slightly upturned and a sneer on her lips. On the other, the deliberateness of the march and the swish of her hips illustrated how much she’s aware and enjoyed being the center of attention, or at least sharing the spotlight with Marisol. Ayala not only acknowledged the crowd but had no issue jawing with them each step to the ring.
The Puerto Rican again took the lead in heading up the stairs. She kept climbing, claiming the near ring-post. Marisol stepped to the second rope, raising a defiant fist into the air, a prophecy of domineering victory against the beloved but hopelessly outclassed idiots that dared challenge their supremacy.
Luisa moved to the center of the apron before sweeping through the ropes, her cape catching and trailing over the second cable as she moved toward the middle of the ring. There, she brought her hands to her shoulders and slipped off her cape, allowing it to gather in a puddle behind her.
Marisol dropped into the confines and motioned Luisa to join her. The usually disinterested Campos had no yawn to stifle tonight, Diamonds & Pearls had been denied their rightful prey and she meant to collect with crippling, humiliating interest. With Marisol facing the hard-cam, her arms high and wide, Luisa dropped to one knee in front of her partner, both women daring their opponents (or anyone else suffering from terminal stupidity) to come forth and test their combined might.
It wasn’t long before they got their wish.
“And introducing their opponents. First, hailing from Bridgeport California and standing at five feet eight inches tall, she is the Pinstripe Powerhouse… Veronica Treymane! And her partner, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, and standing at five feet and two inches tall, she is the Star Strider… Lily Burlingame! At a combined weight of two hundred and forty-four pounds, they are COSMIC NOIR!
The low lights of the Crimson Comet’s entrance were interrupted by a tongue of flame, sparking out of the floor at the bottom of the ramp and burning rapidly up its wick until it reached the pool of darkness at the top. And all at once the predicted explosion of noise and pyro went off, a huge KA-BOOM of red bursting loud enough to swallow the introductory riff of ’Comeback Kid’. guitars of her entrance theme. When the lights came back the music immediately cut to the first verse of ‘Machine Gun Blues’ and the FAWNatics roared for all they were worth to welcome the unlikely tandem that’d appeared on stage.
Standing to the right of her friend and partner, the former FAWN Lightweight Champion pointed toward the duo in the ring and said, “Wanna trim some Daisies, ‘Ronnie?”
LILY BURLINGAME:
VERONICA TREYMANE:
The Destroyer-class blonde, herself a former World Champion, hefted the replica Thompson and answered, “Always.”
Lily raised a fist showing the invisible detonator and brought her thumb down to get an earth-shattering ‘KA-BOOM!’ from her Star Gazers and an explosive line of pyro from Veronica’s barking iron. When it fell silent Treymane and Burlingame blew smoke off the barrel, then started toward the ring with the brunette ever so slightly in the lead.
For their first official match as a Tag Team (they’d tagged on and off for years on the House Show Circuit) Lily chose a dark red variation of her usual midnight blue and starry white halter and bottoms, galaxies swirling and shimmering with her every move. Her knee pads were white on one side and red on the other, matching her togs perfectly. Behind her, the Neo-Noir knockout wore her usual charcoal gray and white boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, as did her pads and wrist-tape, while her boots were a matching gray.
Loving the roar of the crowd despite the looming threat of Diamonds & Pearls, Lily glanced over her shoulder and grinned at Veronica. “Try to keep up, ok?”
Veronica shook her head ‘no’. “Lily we talked about--dammit, there she goes.”
There she went indeed, the Roseate Rocket flying down the rest of the ramp to leap onto the apron in a single bound. From there she raced along the narrow ledge to the far corner, the top of which she reached just as easily. This show was capped off with a soaring and undeniably gorgeous back flip which landed her perfectly within the confines of the squared circle. A couple heartbeats passed and Veronica slid in behind her, the Dangerous Dame having doffed her coat and Thompson as soon as the heiress took off.
“I TOLD you to give me a warning before you pulled that stunt.” Treymane chided as she squared up behind Burlingame to pose for the hard camera.
“Try to keep up IS the warning, ‘Ronnie.” Lily exchanged a fist-bump with the blonde but kept her attention on Luisa, who was throwing daggers with her eyes. Burlingame threw them right back and was about to invite Pearls to join her when Carpenter ushered them back to their corner.
When the pre-bell conferences came to an end, it appeared that Marisol and Veronica were on their way to renewing existing hostilities. I say ‘appeared’ because Diamonds hadn’t made it two steps from her corner when Pearls reached out and grabbed her bicep. “I got this, Marisol.” Easing her way around the towering powerhouse, Luisa ‘shooed’ Veronica back and called, “I can whoop your ass later, Treymane. Right now I want that sneaking space alien! Go on, tag the bytch in if she’s not afraid to face me when my back isn’t turned!”
Not about to give up her back on the cagey lightweight no matter what Campos claimed to want, ‘Ronnie took a half step back and asked, “What do you say, Lily? Sounds like big mouth wants a fair fight.”
“Sure she does.” Burlingame replied. Then, loud enough for Luisa to hear, she added, “I’m SURE she won’t scurry back to the corner for a tag as soon as I clear these ropes.”
Luisa’s dark eyes narrowed in obvious disgust. “You think I’m gonna run from you, puta?” She stomped to the middle of the ring, jabbed the toe of one boot against the canvas and scraped an invisible line between herself and the ladies of Cosmic Noir. “Get up to this line and we’ll see who--”
Lily clapped Treymane’s shoulder, then leapt onto the top rope and vaulted over her partner to land barely six inches shy of Pearls’ dastardly demarcation. Strolling to within a deep breath of her fuming adversary, Burlingame murmured, “Here I am, honey. Face to face, just like you wanNNNNGGGHH!”
Campos turned the other brunette’s head to the side with a stinging Bytch Slap, a blatant show of disrespect that earned jeers from everyone save Marisol Ayala. “I don’t want you face to face, loser!” Luisa sneered in Lily’s ear. “I want you stretched out flat, submitting into my truERRRGGGHH!”
The Roseate Rocket had turned away from her attacker after the slap, now she laid out on her back and flicked her right leg up to THWHACK that foot into Luisa’s forehead! Campos dropped to her butt with a soft plop only to return to verticality almost immediately, Pearls clearly more startled than hurt by the quick strike.
PELE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLlN8z74e0s
Unfortunately for her Burlingame was ready and waiting and dipped beneath Luisa’s Clothesline to run the ropes on the friendlier side of the ring. “Get back here you slippery little shyt!” Luisa snarled. “Don’t think you’re gonna hide from meOH NO YA DON’T!” Pearls pivoted to one side and spread her arms wide to scoop the Crimson Comet up in a Sidewalk Slam or that’s what it would’ve been if Lily hadn’t twisted through and ‘smecked’ her legs around Campos’ noggin. Arms held out at her sides, body drawn away from Luisa’s torso at a sharp angle, Burlingame forced her foe to spin through half a dozen revolutions before she tucked in and rolled through to flip Luisa to the mat with a gorgeous Whirlybird Headscissors!
WHIRLYBIRD HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKimcivlFpw
“Dammit!” Campos pounded a frustrated fist against the deck, hurried to boot-leather and barked, “Let’s see you try that crap agaWHOOAAAHH!”
Lily ran in, hooked her right arm around Luisa’s head and took to the skies again, the former FAWN Lightweight champion stretching her taut frame perpendicular to Campos’ chest before she came down on her knees and once again flipped Luisa onto her tush!
JUMPING SNAPMARE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=94-urD7ec6I
Fuming now, the black-clad battler clambered to her feet and went straight for Burlingame, her perfectly manicured claws honed in on her opponent’s fa-THWHAP! Lily pivoted away from the charging grappler and drove a swift Back Kick into Luisa’s belly. The shot didn’t knock her down, but it left her exposed when the Star Strider caught a second Three Quarters Facelock and tossed her onto her butt courtesy of a Snapmare. “Sneaky little bytch.” Luisa groaned as she rubbed her thrumming glutes. “When I get my hands on you you’re gonna NNNGGGGHHH!”
Lily laid a swift kick Campos’ shoulders and teased, “Don’t think so, Pearly. You’re not doing anything tonight except goin’ to Snapmare City!” Luisa didn’t answer, so Burlingame hit the ropes straight ahead and came back with a Basement Dropkick that THWHAPPED offa the seated wrestler’s forehead. A move like that wasn’t nearly enough to put away someone like Luisa Campos, but she wanted the bratty tag specialist to know she was in for a long night, which was why she pounced across Pearls’ chest and hooked the far leg in an aggressive cradle worth…
ONE…
Luisa kicked out just after ‘ONE!’, the aggrieved lovely making a point to slap the back of Lily’s head as she made her escape. This didn’t sit too well with the Star Strider, she slapped Campos right back, then snatched a handful of hair and gave the Brazilian’s head a mean little shake as she tugged her to verticality. Marisol and Luisa protested this rough treatment at top volume, which amused Burlingame to no end. Switching over to a snug Side Headlock with nothing more than a knowing wink to Al Carpenter, Lily grrrrrrrrrrooooound Campos’ temple against the point of her right hip, the brawny little brunette marching her burden around in awkward circles occasionally punctuated with short double stomps that made Luisa yelp.
“C’mon Pearls, I thought you wanted to fight!” Burlingame chided. “There sure was a lot of tuff talk when you and Marisol jumped ‘Ronnie in the back last week. Where’s that goneeerrrrrhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Incensed by the other lightweight’s casual domination, Luisa curled one hand into a claw and raaaaaaaaaaked Lily from hip to navel about half a dozen times before digging in for a white-knuckled belly claw. “Grrrrhhh… get used to this, [/I]puta.[/I]” Campos hissed. “I’mma carve your space alien ass into slimy little pieces before I even bother to tag MariSOOOFFFHHHH!”
Lily stuffed a hip into Luisa’s belly and slung her to the canvas with an emphatic Headlock Takedown. Grip still intact, she squeezed Campos’ face against her battle-warm flank, then freed a hand and treated Luisa’s hair to another rough yank. “You’re not gonna do anything brat.” Burlingame sassed right back. “’Cept run crying for Diamonds the first chance you WHOOOAAAH!”
Pearls hooked an arm through Lily’s legs and rolled the former champ onto her shoulders in an improvised cradle that had Burlingame’s butt pointed at the lights through…
ONE… Lily popped her hips, returned to a seat and shifted the angle of Luisa’s head so that her nose was bent painfully against her flank! “How do you like that, Pearly?” the Roseate Rocket snapped. “Try to steal another one and it’ll only get worAARRRRRHHHH GODDAMMIT!”
Campos slipped an arm between her opponent’s legs again, only this time she secured a claw instead of a cradle! Tenacious though she was, Lily endured the underhanded abuse for barely three seconds before she abandoned the Headlock in favor of several heavy punches to the Brazilian’s midsection. Lily and Luisa shrieked for different reasons, each of them continuing their attack for several more seconds before the pain forced them to scramble away from the infuriated other.
Wincing in the wake of Campos’ catty clamp, Burlingame pushed to a knee and placed a hand to her stinging trunks until the worst had subsided. As for Luisa, she carefully checked her nose to make sure the gutless little tramp hadn’t done any real damage to her flawless features. Noting the grimace on her opponent’s face, Pearls smirked and said, “Get used to it, whore. I’ll tear your trunks apart before this is over.”
The threat didn’t sit well with Burlingame, who stood up immediately thereafter. “That so, little miss badass?” she taunted. “Then get up and show me.”
Luisa did, took a step forward, then raised an index finger and waggled it, ‘no, no, no’. “I don’t think so, puta. We’re gonna do this when I say so. Until then…” Campos backed into the D&P corner and offered her hand to Marisol Ayala, who clapped it eagerly. “Diamonds would like a word with you.”
Lily rolled her shoulders and took a step back, but that was all the ground she ceded as Marisol made her way through the ropes. Eyes locked on the former Lightweight Champion, Ayala closed the distance far more deliberately than her partner. Slowing just outside easy lunging distance, Diamonds’ gaze didn’t waiver for an instant even though Lily could feel the heat of Veronica’s attention over her shoulder. After a moment she said, “One time offer, Burlingame. Go to your corner and tag in Treymane, I won’t lift a finger to stop you. Pearls has already called dibs on your entitled ass and that’s just fine with me because,” now she raised her gaze to Treymane, “I want the pinstripe poseur. I want her right, f*cking now.”
Lily arched an eyebrow. “And I refuse?”
Ayala offered her opponent a sinister smile, then reached out a hand and patted Burlingame’s head in supremely condescending fashion. “You won’t though.” she cooed. “You’re stupid rich, not stupid stupNNNNGGGHHH!”
The Star Strider didn’t swat Marisol’s hand away, instead she hopped up and planted her left foot on Ayala’s right thigh so she could THWHACK a quick Enzugiri across the side of her opponent’s head!
STEP-UP ENZUGIRI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=txciArqoKb4
Diamonds stumbled back but didn’t even take a knee, much to the surprise of the FAWNatics and the consternation of one Lily Burlingame. “Looks like I was wrong.” the Puerto Rican powerhouse growled. “You are REALLY f*cking stup-”
Lily fired a Toe Kick at Marisol’s midsection, a strong shot the Destroyer simply swatted down like nothing. With Burlingame momentarily off balance Marisol cuffed her upside the head with a heavy open-handed slap, then grabbed hold of the smaller brunette’s wrist and sent her rushing into the ropes on the D&P side of the ring. Not content to wait on the speedster’s return, Marisol stormed after her prey to make sure Burlingame didn’t have enough time to avoid the shoulder she lowered for that trim midsec-NO!
The Roseate Rocket went low in a slick little Baseball Slide that sent her skidding through Ayala’s parted stemNOOOO! Diamonds flicked out both hands and wrapped ‘em around Lily’s throat to stop the escape dead in its tracks. “I already gave you a chance, puta.” the big brunette explained. “There won’t be another.” With that she dipped her knees and pulled Lily out and up, Ayala hoisting her startled prey high into the air with a brutal two-handed Gooz--“NNGGGHHH!”
Keeping calm despite the strong hands clasping her windpipe, Burlingame drove her knees into Marisol’s chest and brought her elbows down onto Diamond’s biceps! The quick combination returned Lily to terra firma whereupon reaching the feinted right only to spin left, juking around Ayala to take a flying leap that culminated with her slapping Veronica’s outstretched palm!
Al was still registering the tag with the Timekeeper when Ayala charged the corner with a forearm meant to cave in ‘Ronnie’s ch--THWHACK! The Pinstripe Powerhouse cut her rival off via a straight right hand to the chin! “Good to see you too, Diamonds.” Veronica snapped. “Didn’t need to rush the door, thoOOFFFFHH!”
Ayala stormed into the breach, pivoted slightly and smashed the broadside of her thigh into Treymane’s tummy! “Don’t even think about playing nice with me, slut.” Marisol reached over the strands, caught Veronica’s head in a Front Facelock and forced her throat down onto the top rope. Strangling the Dangerous Dame was only prologue however. Ayala promptly helped herself to those pinstriped trunks and hoisted Treymane over her head in a gorgeous Vertical Sup-TWHAP!
Lily wasn’t the legal wrestler anymore but that didn’t mean she was gonna let Ayala womanhandle her partner, as evidenced by the quick Side Kick she laid across Diamond’s unprotected belly! Marisol cursed, dropped her prey, cursed all the louder when ‘Ronnie tagged her across the mouth with a particularly stiff Forearm Smash. Clearing off by no more than half a dozen steps, Ayala caught her balance, glared murder at Treymane and rushed in to “NNNNNGGGHHH!” Already gripping the top rope in both hands, the Gorgeous Gangster leaned back as far as physics would allow to ensure maximum momentum when she launched herself into the squared circle with a Slingshot Shoulderblock that caught Diamonds flush on the sternum!
SLINGSHOT SHOULDERBLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qPjh0a0Rzek
Ayala was blown backward, landed hard on her shoulders and somersaulted through to come up on her knees at the same time as her attacker. Rising as one, blonde and brunette threw themselves at the hated other for what would’ve been a ring-shivering clench if Veronica hadn’t thwarted the whole thing by DRIVING the sole of her right boot into Marisol’s chest! The Bicycle Kick put Ayala on the mat but she sure as hell didn’t stay there long enough for the former World Champ to try for a cover. No, Ayala was up as soon as she landed, Diamonds blatantly daring ‘Ronnie to bring out the heavy firepower if she had any left.
BICYCLE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNvaEYj1a8g
“THAT ALL YOU GOT, PUTA?” she bellowed. “GO ON AND RUN THOSE ROPES, PUT SOME STANK ON IT IF YOU CAN!”
Veronica snorted, spun around on one heel and-- spun the rest of the way through to THA-WHAP her right arm across Ayala’s sternum with a colossal Discus Lariat! No bouncing up from a shot like that, Diamonds kept on looking at the lights when Treymane hooked the far leg and bundled her into a cover good for the…
DISCUS LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmT_8YjYcXw
ONE…
TWNO!
The Puerto Rican Powerhouse kicked out partway through ‘TWO!’, meaning Luisa Campos had enough time to slip back to her corner without Carpenter noticing her encroachment. Lily hadn’t missed it and she let Pearls know it, so Campos gave it right back, the top caliber lightweights engaging in a nasty verbal duel while their Destroyer-class counterparts renewed old grudges within the confines of the squared circle.
Helping herself to Ayala’s hair because she just couldn’t bring herself to show her rival the slightest bit of respect, ‘Ronnie got to her feet and forced Diamonds to do the same. Still holding Marisol’s dark locks when she drove a Kneelift into her belly, Treymane switched over to a Wristlock and slung the brunette at the ropes with an Irish WhNOPE! Ayala dug in to freeze the toss in place, then doubled down on a Wristlock of her own and sent Veronica off to the strands on the opposite side of the ring. The Dangerous Dame couldn’t muster a reversal of her own, so she spun into the strands and bounc-THWHACK!
Stepping out onto the apron as the big blonde closed in, Luisa caught the top rope in both hands and launched herself up high enough to smash a nasty kick across the back of Treymane’s skull! Veronica shouted in surprise and pain, though she continued her trip out of the ropes albeit at a greatly reduced speed. The slower pace didn’t bother Diamonds at all, in fact she was grinning from ear to ear when she stepped in and ‘hupped’ Treymane up across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Keeping her right hand cupped over the back of Veronica’s head, Marisol spun through one, two, three full rotations to make sure there was no question of her control when she hopped up and slung the blonde out behind her. A Three Quarters Facelock secured mid-descent meant Treymane wasn’t going anywhere but down and what a down it was, the Pinstripe Powerhouse THAWHAMMED flat on her face, chest and belly! ‘Ronnie rolled onto her back and Ayala rolled onto her, Diamonds looking smug and strong as she planted both hands on her victim’s shoulders for the…
HOPE DIAMOND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5HbOi3Aeh6M
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TWO…
Treymane popped her hips and twisted to one side, breaking the count with almost a full second to spare. “Lookin’ good, Diamonds! Looking good!” Luisa called from her corner. “Keep whoopin’ her overrated ass!”
Marisol nodded approval of this stratagem even as she filled her hands with the blonde’s hair. Once they were both vertical again Ayala switched over to a Wristlock and slung Veronica at the D&P corner as hard as she could. Luisa, seeing that Carpenter was keeping a close eye on the action, raised her hands and stepped away to make sure there was no whining from Burlingame when the Magnificent Moll bwuuuunged against the buckles.
Unable to keep herself anchored to the ring-post after that unpleasant impact, Veronica stumbled out to the center of the squared circle where Marisol waited with open arms. Or rather, open ‘arm’, as the Puerto Rican powerhouse only needed one to wrap the blonde’s waist and muscle her up like a sack of laundry. Strutting around with particular sense of urgency, Ayala pointed a finger at Lily and called, “Get your scrawny little ass back to the locker room, rich girl! Everyone knows you don’t want a piece of Diamonds & Pearls!” The heiress chose to encourage her partner instead of bantering with the Destroyer-class brunette, a decision Ayala seemed to regard as a personal slight. Dismissing Lily with a defiant middle finger, Diamonds strolled back to the meaner side of the ring where she promptly hopped up and dropped to her butt, all the better to THWHAM Treymane spine-first against the canvas!
SIDEWALK SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=M__4_AOU9Ow
The Sidewalk Slam connected with such ring-shivering force that the FAWNatics were certain Ayala would try for a cover, so they were quite surprised when she hauled the former World Champion to boot-leather without even trying to finish her prey. “Would you take a look at this sorry sack of shyt?” Marisol said to Pearls in the midst of stuffing Veronica’s upper-body through the gap between the tope and middle ropes. “She actually thinks she’s bad enough to hang with us!”
Treymane growled and tried to squirm free, a task made all the harder after Ayala cranked her arms backward over the top rope. Cupping the Gorgeous Gangster’s chin in her left hand, Marisol leaned in and planted a taunting kiss on ‘Ronnie’s cheek. “Did you really think recruiting that little pipsqueak was gonna stop me from kicking your ass up between your shoulders?” she cooed. “It won’t. It’s only gonna make sure she suffers right alongsi--”
“I didn’t ask for her help.” Treymane interrupted through clenched teeth. “And I definitely didn’t need her help putting your slow, sloppy ass to sleepPPPRRRGGHHH!”
Instantly furious at the reminder of her somnolent surrender, Marisol wrenched Veronica’s head backward over the top rope and cuffed her across the chest with a huge Overhand Forearm Smash. “All right Marisol, let’s get her out of the ropes.” Al coaxed. “Don’t make me start the count.”
Diamonds answered with a knowing smirk and a hair pull that made Treymane stamp her feet in protest. “Why should I do that, geek?” she asked. “Afraid you might learn something?”
Without waiting for an answer, Ayala reefed back on the Chinlock to make sure she had a clear line of sight for half a dozen more Overhead Forearm Smashes, each of them thwap-thwap-THWHAPPING across the former World Champion’s chest. Ayala landed half a dozen and could’ve delivered twice that if Carpenter wasn’t at ’FOUR!’ on his own count. Storming away from the scene of the accident without bothering to extricate Treymane from the strands, Marisol walked up on Al and barked, “What the f*ck was with that fast count, huh? Does your idiot girlfriend know you’re out here throwing around fast counts for--”
And so it went, Ayala berating Al for a whole litany of imagined slights, every bit of her outrage a cover for Pearls, who’d hurried over to the vulnerable blonde and helped herself to a double handful of Treymane’s bounty! “Told’ja I’d get to you whenever I wanted, puta!” Luisa taunted the yowling Destroyer. “Too bad your tits aren’t as tough as your trash talk!”
The legions assembled for March to War jeered this catty cheap-shot at the top of their lungs, but the deception didn’t come to light until Lily shouted, “C’MON AL, GET YOUR HEAD OUTTA YOUR ASS AND PAY SOME ATTENTION!”
Al shifted enough to see around Marisol, cursed aloud and barked, “Back to your corner, Luisa! Now! ONE! TWO! THREE!”
Campos let loose and sauntered away, the wicked little brunette casually fluffing her hair as she followed the ref’s order. As for Marisol, she stalked up behind the trapped blonde and plowed a nasty right hand in above her opponent’s right hip. Veronica sobbed, shuddered and collapsed over the second strand, the Gorgeous Gangster just hugging her traumatized midsection. Knowing damned well that Treymane wasn’t going anywhere in her current condition, Ayala raaaaaaked a hand down ’Ronnie’s back as she turned to her partner. “Ready for a piece of this puta, Pearls?”
“Hell yeah. Let’s burn some trash.”
Diamonds & Pearls exchanged a tag but not positions because Marisol stomped back to Veronica and peeled her outta the strands. Turning Treymane in a woozy half circle, Ayala went low, wrapped her arms around opposing thighs and hoisted the former World Champion into the air. Meanwhile, Luisa hopped over the ropes and raced straight at the opposite side. Tweaking Lily with a sly wink as she hit the rubber-coated steel, Campos sped back the way she’d came and leapt onto the second strand, then sprang out into the void and THWHACKED her right foot flush between Treymane’s eyes. Ayala released her grip on impact, Diamonds simply dropping ‘Ronnie to the deck so Pearls could bundle her up in a Cradle that had Al and the crowd counting…
SPRINGBOARD ROUNDHOUSE & SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gi4yK3hEHD8
ONE…
TWO…
“NNNGGGHHH!”
Lily dropped in from outta the void, the Star Strider showing off her own springboard skills to drive a heavy Double Axehandle between Campos’ shoulders.
“SNEAKY BYTCH!” Luisa shrieked as she scrambled to boot-leather. “That’s the last time you’re gonna lay a hand on me!”
Burlingame had already backpedaled out of reach but that didn’t stop her from blowing Pearls a kiss as she reached the ropes. “We’ll see, Pearly. We’ll see.”
Scowling in disdain, Luisa flicked Lily off, then ‘rounded on Veronica and put the boots to her until the former World Champion managed to make it to all fours. “Did I say you could get up?” Campos snapped as she filled her hands with the blonde’s hair. “I don’t think so, puta.”
A quick Hip Check to the side of the head slowed Treymane’s reflexes enough for Pearls to seize a wrist in each hand. From there she crossed Treymane’s forearms over her throat, then pulled her up and twisted around so the big blonde was bent backward over-- Luisa hopped up and laid out to THAWHAM ‘Ronnie on the back of her head and shoulders with a Straightjacket Neckbreaker.
STRAIGHTJACKET NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nyq823MY38
Treymane was left swaddling her skull in the aftermath, so Campos hurried to her knees and went back to the Breast Claw she’d started when the blonde was trapped in the ropes. “Give up, loser!” Luisa shouted into Veronica’s face as she bore down with malicious intensity. “Give up or I’ll shred NGH!”
The Dangerous Dame brought her hands up and together with Luisa’s head wedged firmly between. This Bell Ringer was far from pleasant, yet neither was Luisa Campos, so no one was really surprised when the brunette shook it off and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed even harder. “I SAID GIVE UP!” Pearls roared. “TELL ‘EM YOU CAN’T TAKE MY TALOHUUURRRGGGGHHH!”
Veronica reached up, wrapped a hand around Campos’ throat and treated the Tag Specialist to a constriction of her own. “Chhhhhhhke!” Luisa rasped to Al while ‘Ronnie sat up and rolled to one knee. “CHHHHKE!”
Not quite brave enough to get close when his charges were that tangled, Carpenter cleared his throat and said, “Let go of her neck, Veronica. You know better than that.”
Treymane growled, gave the hold a final squeeze, then let go only to cry out because Campos doubled down on her malicious kneading. “Yeah, that’s right, you DO know better!” Pearls taunted. “You know better than to think you can hang with NNNGGGGGHHH!”
The Dangerous Dame palmed Luisa’s noggin in both hands and plowed a Headbutt into the bridge of her nose! Campos wailed nasally but still wouldn’t relinquish her claws, so Treymane reared back for a second “AAARRRRHH!” Now Luisa abandoned her grip, or rather halved it, the tag specialist swiping one set of well-manicured nails across her opponent’s eyes!
“That’s it, get your ass up.” Campos demanded once she’d treated herself to a particularly egregious hair-hold. “I said get up!”
Several hard yanks was enough to make Veronica comply and a single heavy right hand to the navel meant the former World Champ was too busy sucking wind to offer much defense when Pearls snatched a wrist and sent her into a neutral set of straNO! Treymane reached the end of her tether, dug in her heels and sent Campos to the ropes in her place. This abrupt change of plans seemed to bother Luisa right up until the moment she left her feet to land on the second strand as neat as you please. Indeed she was smiling widely when she launched backward and around, the lissome little brunette stretched out in a gorgeous Springboard Crossbo-SMECK!
Veronica set both feet, stretched her arms wide and neatly plucked Campos outta the sky. “Change of plans, Daisy.” the Gorgeous Gangster earned a raucous cheer from the FAWNatics when she swatted Luisa’s protesting tush. “Hope you’re ready for a Hard Good--”
“LOOK OUT VERONICA!” Lily’s warning cut through the din like a klaxon siren and without even thinking about it Treymane spun toward the D&P corner to whip up her right leg for THWHACK! ‘Ronnie’s heel caught Marisol on the point of the chin, sending Diamonds to the mat in a stunned sprawl. “What, you want this one back?” Treymane taunted the grounded grappler. “Don’t worry Daisy, she’s all yours.”
Shifting around so she was positioned on Ayala’s left side, Veronica bent her knees and earned another ‘ooooohhhh’ from those assembled by tossing Luisa onto her shoulders in the Powerbomb stall in a single effortless motion. Campos had just enough time to shake her head ‘no, no, no!’, then Treymane tossed her forward and down to THAWHUMP Pearls atop Diamonds in a massive amalgamation of Powerbomb and Senton!
Luisa bounced away from her crashpad and immediately curled into a ball while Marisol gagged and barrel rolled under the bottom rope. Her attention split just long enough to rule out going for a cover, the Pinstripe Powerhouse stomped over to Luisa, cupped her ears and peeled her off the mat. “Trashy jewelry incoming, Lily!” Veronica called over one shoulder half a heartbeat before she whipped Campos straight at the Cosmic Noir corner.
Burlingame cleared off enough to avoid the subsequent collisions: Luisa hitting the buckles and Veronica CRUSHING Luisa against those buckles with a massive Avalanche Splash! Maintaining her position to keep Campos glued in place, Treymane reached out and clapped the Star Strider back into the match. “Take that brat up high, would ya ‘Ronnie?”
“You heard the lady,” Treymane pulled Pearls out of the corner and turned her around in a single smooth motion. “Let’s take in the view from the roof.” From there she ducked down and wedged her head between Luisa’s legs, all the better to muscle her into an unforgiving Electric Chair. Meanwhile, Lily skipped from apron to top turnbuckle in a single bound. Soon as she was set she was off again, the Star Strider shooting out into the void, twisting a smooth quarter turn as she did so to land a Flying Crossbody made all the more impactful because Veronica laid out with it, effectively adding the force of an Electric Chair Drop to the ring-shaking impact! Burlingame tumbled clear when she hit the canvas, then scurried / crawled right back to collect both of Luisa’s legs for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Diamonds made a 24-karat save for her team, the Puerto Rican Powerhouse shooting in with a low flying Shoulderblock that knocked Burlingame offa her perch. Hurrying to boot-leather after the last second disruption, Ayala barked, “You’re not gonna steal one from us you bratty little OOOOFFFFFHHHHH!”
Veronica folded her prey around an encroaching shoulder and kept right on running, the Magnificent Moll ultimately driving the both of them through the ropes to hit the floor with an ungainly THWHUMP! Lily noted the Destroyers departure only briefly, she was understandably focused on keeping the pressure on Pearls. To that end she hauled the other brunette upright, then slipped an arm between her thighs and muscled her onto one shoulder. T’was classic Scoop Slam positioning, but Burlingame didn’t carry through on the threat until she’d stomped to within a few long strides of her corner. Only then did she hurl Campos to the deck with a damp, heavy thud.
“Anything to say now, Pearly?” Lily chided the vulnerable battler as she made her way to the corner. “Or do you know enough to keep quiet when Diamonds’ isn’t around to save your ass?”
“Suuuuhhhh… save me from who, you?” Luisa groaned / scoffed. “Puta, I don’t need anyone to save me from NNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Pearls probably would’ve said ‘you’, if Burlingame hadn’t hopped onto the bottom rope and promptly back-flipped off in a truncated albeit still punishing Moonsault! Luisa’s legs popped up so Lily shoved ‘em back down and got to her feet for a second trip to the corner. This time she went to the middle rope and the subsequent Moonsault had that much more oomph behind it, as evidenced by the sullen ‘oh, that hurts!’ way Campos beat her heels against the mat. Lily still didn’t try for a cover though, she got right back up and went to the corner to complete her trifecta, the grand finale delivered in the form of a Moonsault offa the top ro--
Luisa kicked up her legs to impale the Roseate Rocket’s tummy only to gape in wide eyed astonishment (or hate, it was probably hate) when Burlingame adjusted on the fly to land on her feet with both hands firmly gripping Pearls’ ankles. “Sneaky little bytch!” Campos pumped her legs in a furious effort to escape Lily’s grip. “Get your damned hands offa WHOOAAHHNNNGGGHHH!”
Lily tossed Luisa’s legs over her head, forcing the Brazilian Bombshell to somersault back onto her knees. She hadn’t even managed to flip hair out of her eyes when the littlest Burlingame took a page out of the Rainmaker’s playbook with a Buzzsaw Kick that clipped the side of her opponent’s skull!
Luisa swayed without toppling to one side or the other, so Lily hauled her up with a huge handful of hair and snuggled in close to apply a Full Nelson. Pearls was a bit too woozy to stomp her attacker’s toes, she could however still pull hair with the best of them, as Lily soon discovered. “Gonna f*ck you up, rich girl.” Campos growled as tried to expose the other brunette’s scalp. “Gonna f*ck you up so bad you’ll never EEERRRGGHHHH!”
Enduring the tress torture to shut her opponent’s mouth, Lily dropped into a deep squat and popped her hips to THWHUMP Pearls onto the back of her head and shoulders in a perfect Dragon Suplex. Burlingame went up on tiptoe in the aftermath, meaning it wasn’t long before Al Carpenter swooped in to count…
DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFs9DoN9zKQ
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Pearls escaped without any assistance from her partner, a very good thing considering Marisol and Veronica were presently trying to drive each other into and through every surface at ringside. As for the action confined within the squared circle, Lily peeled Luisa off the mat, pointed her at the corner, then wrenched her head backward to secure a painfully snug Inverted Facelock. A contingent of Stargazers cheered in anticipation of another celestial specialty, but it wasn’t intergalactic gimmick infringement the Roseate Rocket had in mind. Rather she caught hold of Pearls’ waistband above the left hip, then dipped her knees and muscled the winded lightweight up, over and most importantly down, Campos THAWHAMMING against the thinly-sheathed plywood. Burlingame maintained the Facelock on impact and as she somersaulted into a seat atop the small of Luisa’s back. The end result was very close to the Ace’s Root of All Evil, but where Susan always reefed back on this particular grip, Lily shifted over to a double hair-hold all the better to BWONK her opponent’s forehead against the canvas!
Stretched and splattered following this concussive combo, Pearls did little more than moan softly when Burlingame rose to her full height and neatly planted her boots atop the other brunette’s thighs. Nor did she offer any meaningful resistance when the Star Strider laid claim to her ankles boots and wedged them across her own shins at a sharp angle. It wasn’t until Lily crouched down and reached for the Brazilian’s wrists that Campos squirmed to life. “Get your goddamned hands away from me!” Luisa snarled as she pulled her elbows in tight against her torso. “You’re not going to display me like OW! OW! OOOOOWWWW STAAAAAAHHHHHP!”
Lily braised her opponent’s flanks with a few hard slaps, then curled both hands into claws and dug in just above Luisa’s hips. “Display you like what, Luisa?” Burlingame chided. “Like the unscrupulous, cheating witch you are? I think that’s exactly what I’m gonna do!”
“Tuff talk, fat-ass.” Campos hissed. “Those cottage cheese thighs can’t hoist my hotnesSSSEEEEEERRRGGGHHH!”
Lily traded one painful claw for another, namely a two-fingered hook in her opponent’s nostrils! “Tell me I can’t.” the Star Strider demanded in the midst of yanking Luisa’s head back at an awkward angle. “C’mon bad girl, go ahead and tell me what I can’t doAARRRRGGHH BYTCH!”
Obviously prepared to defend against the Romero Special whatever the cost, Pearls endured the nasal torture only until she managed to catch hold of the heiress’ wrist in both hands. Then she yanked the encroaching limb clear and sank her teeth into the flesh between Lily’s thumb and index finger! Al didn’t much care for the tactics of either of his charges, so offered a warning that would’ve become a count if the Girl that Gravity Forgot didn’t put an end the entanglement by hopping up and THUMPING her foe’s knees into the mat with a sawed-off double stomp.
Barely a heartbeat passed before there was a resounding BAHWANG from somewhere outside the ring, followed by a sympathetic groan from the assembled FAWNatics. Lily looked around at this commotion, but caught no sight of Veronica or Marisol, so she returned her attention to the task at hand. “C’mon sweetie, stand yourself up.” Burlingame commanded with a few sturdy tugs. “Lets see how strong you are caught in a black hole.” Campos responded with a muttered curse, followed by a much more audible wail when Lily dipped down, threaded an arm between her legs and lifted Pearls onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Hurrying out to the middle of the ring, Lily turned a full circle to show off her prey and to get a better bead on ‘Ronnie and Diamonds. She succeeded on the former, no joy on the latter. Dismissing concern as best she could, the former Lightweight Champion slung Luisa’s body out in front so she swung up under the other brunette’s left arm just as Burlingame laid out flat on her belly to DRILL Pearls into the canvas! Starfished and glassy-eyed in the wake of Black Hole Stun, Campos offered the softest of whines when Lily hooked the far leg and cradled her up for the…
BLACK HOLE STUN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AdrtxdjIdIw
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Luisa shot an arm into the air at the last possible second, the Brazilian Bombshell waggling a finger ‘no, no, no’ to those who dared count her out. Lily shook her head in disgust, showed Al three fingers, wasn’t surprised when he answered with two. “Ok, Pearly. You want the Earth shattering ka-boom? You got it.”
Hurrying to boot-leather, she applied a few healthy servings of sole food to Campos’ midsection before she jogged to the nearest corner and sprang into the high-rent district. Balance assured as soon as she touched down, Burlingame stood tall and raised her right fist overhead, the Star Strider’s thumb hanging precariously over the invisible detonat--
“Flight’s cancelled, short-stuff!” Marisol Ayala snarled as she leapt onto the apron to grab hold of Lily’s right knee. “And so are youNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Lily grabbed hold of Ayala’s hair to keep her footing steady long enough to drive a knee into Diamonds’ surprised face! Three or four was enough to break the Puerto Rican Powerhouse’s grip, though she was still far too close for Burlingame’s lik--
“RRRRRGGGGHHHH!” Veronica Treymane, fleshly recovered from the mutual collision with the steel steps that’d put she and her nemesis down for the better part of a thirty seconds caught hold of Ayala’s ankles and yanked her from the apron! Smiting Diamonds’ jaw with a Forearm Smash the instant she touched the floor, the Dangerous Dame chided, “We don’t we let them settle this their way, DaiWHOOOOAAAAANNNGGGGHHHH!”
Ayala lowered a shoulder, stuffed it in the blonde’s gut and muscled her up onto one shoulder for what was intended as a Spear and ended as mutually assured destruction when Treymane caught an improvised Front Facelock and pulled her nemesis down in a huge DDT!
Lily followed this cataclysm as best she could, then returned her attention to the ring at the sound of concern from some front row FAWNatics. Understandable too, as Luisa Campos had fought to her feet moments prior, effectively removing herself from the orbit of the Cherry Warhead. “Doesn’t get you out of the blast zone though, baby.” Burlingame muttered. “Not at all!”
She let out a low whistle to get Luisa’s attention, then leapt out into the void when her rival turned around to “GUUUUUHHHHRRGGHHH!” Disaster for the Star Strider and her fans as Campos took a giant step back and sank to one knee, Pearls deftly guiding the other brunette’s Flying Crossbody down across the point of her posted knee! The sudden violent expulsion of air from her lungs was strong enough to pop Lily to verticality, unfortunately it wasn’t enough to mount any defense when Luisa swung ‘round behind and pinioned her right arm overhead in a Half Nelson.
A brazen, kneading claw grip on the Roseate Rocket’s right breast had some fans thinking Reach Around, alas the truth revealed was even more vile. Drawing Burlingame’s left arm behind her in a Chickenwing, Luisa muscled her burden off the mat, then switched over to a controlling grip on the heiress’ left thigh. Lily had just enough time to shake her head ‘no!’ before Luisa used the Half Nelson to swing her down and in for what might’ve been a Victory Roll if Campos hadn’t sat out to THAWHAM Lily on the back of her head and shoulders! Conveniently Matchbooked after the Pearl Neckcrash, Lily only jostled in response to Pearls’ movements as the bombastic Brazilian settled in deep for the…
PEARL NECKCRASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eB9dSCoCUGo
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TWO…
THREE!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer confirmed, “Your winners via pin-fall, DIAMONDS & PEARLS!”
“F*CKING RIGHT, DIAMONDS AND PEARLS!” Luisa bellowed as she tossed Lily’s legs aside and bounded to her feet. Yanking her wrist away from Carpenter when he tried to raise her hand, Pearls strutted around the prone heiress, eventually planting her feet on either side of Lily’s hips so she could bend down and slap her face half a dozen times. “Thought you were bad, rich girl? Thought you were tough?” Campos cupped her opponent’s breasts, gave them a sharp, taunting squeeze. “You’re not. And now I’m gonna add your tacky little top to my trophy collection!” Delighted by the thought, she hooked her fingers unto the undersides of Lily’s cups and started to-- a roar from the crowd drew Luisa’s attention elsewhere and she immediately hit full reverse upon spying Veronica Treymane sliding into the ring steel chair in hand!
“Marisol! MARISOL!” Luisa shouted for her partner as she vacated the squared circle and--
“I’m here.” Diamonds slid into place behind her partner, the big brunette watching Treymane with cold, angry eyes.
Veronica said nothing, just kept up the vigil that placed her between Diamonds & Pearls and the fallen Star Strider. Fuming at the injustice of it all, Campos took a step forward and pointed an accusing finger at the Dangerous Dame. “She’s MINE, Treymane! I beat her ass, I want my tribute!”
‘Ronnie raised the chair one handed, patted the seat rather invitingly. “You’re welcome to it, Pearls. All you gotta do is come get it.”
Give Campos credit, she actually took a few steps forward before Marisol laid a hand on her shoulder. “Not worth your time, Luisa.” she said loudly enough for Treymane to hear. “Don’t worry, you’ll get what’s yours. After all, ‘Ronnie can’t protect that loser all the time.”
Behind her, Veronica heard Lily shuffle to one knee, so she opened the chair, set it down and took a seat facing the opposition. “More right than you know, Diamonds. When this is all over, you’ll BOTH get what’s comin’ to ya.”
Bristling, Campos raked a hand through her hair and spat, “Tell the rich girl she belongs to me. And next time you won’t be around to save her.” With that she spun around and stormed up the ramp, Pearls lashing out at anyone who dared even glance in her direction.
Marisol followed shortly thereafter, but not before she’d wiped a hand across her décolletage and ‘flicked’ invisible mist in the blonde’s direction.
Diamonds & Pearls were more than halfway up the ramp when Lily Burlingame tottered up alongside her friend. “Suuuhhh… sorry ‘Ronnie.” she huffed. “I let you down.”
Treymane stood up and gave her a hug. “I wasn’t there to break the pin, that’s on me. We’ll get those Daisies next time… if you want there to be a next time.”
Lily nodded at once. “Hell yeah. I’m not gonna let those two scare me off after a single loss. And I sure as hell won’t leave you to face them by yourself.”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse raised a fist, which Burlingame bumped promptly.
“To next time, then.”
“Next time.”
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