Post by hawkeye on Jul 5, 2020 18:19:42 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and both competitors’ Tag Team partners have been banned from ringside! Introducing first, hailing from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, she stands at five feet four inches and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds, she is pro-wrestling’s perfect Pearl… LUISA CAMPOS!”
LUISA CAMPOS:
The curtains burst open as Pearls strode to front and center, the dark eyed brunette already talking a stream of nonstop trash to those Floridolts stupid enough to actually pollute her air with boos and jeers. “You assholes are SO LUCKY that Diamonds isn’t here with me right now!” she barked. “Because she’d rearrange your faces like THAT!” she snapped her fingers, “hearing all this disrespect!” This only increased the volume and intensity of their disdain, so Campos turned a dismissive hair flip into an insolent middle finger, then started down the aisle.
Supremely confident despite the conspicuous absence of one Marisol Ayala, Luisa sauntered toward the squared circle at a pace slow enough to taunt the morons, yet quick enough to avoid enduring any of their nauseating funk. For her first solo encounter with the woman she’d dubbed ’the single most overrated Lightweight not named Shea London’, Pearls sported a black velvet one-piece featuring a keyhole cutout in the center of her décolletage. Two sets of three strings of pearls descended from between the cups of the top, one set running underneath each breast before connecting back to the strap underneath the arm. Pads at knee and elbow were matte black, though her black boots were polished to a shine that was properly pearlescent.
Reaching the foot of the ramp, Campos kindly suggested the FAWNatics kiss her ass, then strode up the steps and out onto the apron, though she refused to enter until Al Carpenter came over and sat on the middle ropes. From there she went straight to the center of the ring to offer a smirk and a lingering single bicep flex for the hard camera. But Pearls didn’t move to a corner when her music faded, no indeed. Rather she turned to the stage, extended a hand and dared her new rival to join her as soon as humanly possible.
Pearls asked and so she promptly received. “And her opponent, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and ten pounds…she is the Interstellar Angel, the Star Strider…LILY BURLINGAME!”
LILY BURLINGAME:
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 even the guitars of her entrance theme. And in the midst of this display of sheer explosiveness a figure shot from the floor.
Rocketing out of the brand spankin’ new crater accompanied by the sounds of Comeback Kid, Lily Burlingame allowed herself just a second to point out over the crowd and pump a fist. But that second was all she took, blazing off down the ramp with the sheer blurring speed that was her trademark. For tonight’s battle against the brat that’d embarrassed her at March to War, the former Lightweight Champion wore 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 blue on the other, matching her togs perfectly, while that brown bob just tickled at the tops of her shoulders.
Somehow gaining even more speed as she progressed down the ramp, the Roseate Rocket hit ringside at a dead sprint and hopped perfectly up onto the apron, somehow conserving her speed as she dashed along the narrow expanse. Leaping again, this time onto the ropes, Lily completed a soaring and undeniably gorgeous back-flip which landed her perfectly within the confines of the squared circle. This was about the time she’d run the ropes to set up for a properly gravity defying finale, but Burlingame knew damned well that Campos was right behind her, so rather than run she simply spun on one heel and chested up on the other brunette!
“Biggest mistake of your career, accepting this match, rich girl.” Luisa cooed. “You’re nothing without Treymane to protect your scrawny ass.”
“Says the brat who squeals for Marisol anytime someone so much as looks at her wrong.” Lily clapped back. “No one to bail you out tonight. And I’m going to set off a Cherry Warhead right about here!” Burlingame put her hands on Campos’ chest and gave her a shove, which Luisa returned with snarling interest!
“Keep your goddamned hands off me, rich girl. Unless you’re worshipping my ass!”
“Not likely, brat. But I’ll be happy to put my boots to it!”
You’d never have known it was the first singles confrontation between these two based on their demeanor prior to the bell. Neither woman deigned to return to their corner following the initial chest bump mid-ring, meaning Al was forced to deliver his final instructions with the brunettes nose to nose for an increasingly venomous string of trash talk. Resigned to the unenviable task before him, Carpenter took a step back and threw a signal to the Timekeeper.
CLANG!
“How’d you like the view from the underside of my one-piece, princess?” Luisa cooed. “Better yet, how’d you like the feel of velvet clamping down on your little button nose?” Campos smiled wide and stepped forward, the Brazilian import enjoying every bit of her two inch, ten pound advantage.
“About as much as you liked going to sleep in ‘Ronnie’s arms, I bet.” Lily’s response killed Luisa’s grin in a single stroke, much to the heiress’ delight. “And you’re gonna like it even less when I come splashing down on that buttery little tummy of y--”
Pearls interrupted with a chest-bump, followed by a brisk shove and an even brisker Slap, the latter CRACK adding some pink to the Roseate Rocket’s right cheek. “Watch who you’re calling soft, rich girl.” Campos snarled. “I was this close to having your top at March to War, and tonight? Tonight that meddling blonde gangster won’t be able to save OOOWWW!”
Luisa had held her slappin’ hand (with thumb and index finger practically touching) mere inches below Burlingame’s chin, meaning the former Lightweight Champion didn’t have to reach very far to secure a Wristlock. This flowed into a pair of fluid Arm Wringers, the resultant torque forcing Luisa to double over while bracing her sore shoulder for extra support. Happy to bend Campos’ hand backward over her forearm, Lily halved her grip and treated Pearls to a saucy high five about half a heartbeat before she pumped a Crossover Kneelift into the other brunette’s midsection.
Doubled over by the sturdy bulk of Burlingame’s left thigh, Campos offered only the wheeziest of protests when the Star Strider grabbed a handful of hair and stomped toward the ropes. “Jeeze Lily, I gotta warn you about the hair?” Al huffed. “Just put her in a Head-oh.”
Picking up her pace as she neared the strands, Burlingame hopped onto the second rope just to pop off and ‘smeck’ her legs around the other brunette’s noggin. In the same movement she laid back and twisted around, using the momentum to flip Luisa onto her back with a nifty little Springboard Frankensteiner.
SPRINGBOARD FRANKENSTEINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=T62yZa64dPQ
Campos landed flat but rolled through at once, Pearls coming up on one knee looking ever so slightly dazed. The expression faded the instant she honed in on Lily, the other brunette dipped into a deep crouch with both hands extended to her opponent in a beckoning invitation. Luisa wasted no time accepting, she scrambled to boot-leather and rushed at the former Lightweight Champion with a Forearm Smash at the reaNO!
Burlingame dipped the blow and pivoted around in a half circle, meaning the tart SLAP she caromed off Campos’ cheek was already locked and loaded when Pearls spun to meet her. Catching hold of her foe’s shoulders in both hands, Lily vaulted skyward and locked her legs around Luisa’s head for the second time in perhaps a minute. Ankles locked, she fell backward and whipped Campos off her feet, only now she came to rest astride the Brazilian’s chest in a snug Schoolgirl Pin!
HURRICANRANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-trYLmo8VL4
Luisa’s hands flew to Burlingame’s rump so the former Cherry Bomb grabbed her wrists and pressed them flat to her thighs. Eyes locked on Luisa’s as Al swooped in, Lily taunted, “How do you like the view, baby?”
ONE…
TWO…
Campos planted her feet and bucked her hips, tossing Burlingame out of the mount simultaneous with ‘TWO’. Infuriated by the other wrestler’s quick start, Luisa scrambled to verticality and rushed Lily for a Collar & Elb--“OOOWW!”
Pearls got the ‘elbow’ portion correct, but rather than grab on at collar she raked her nails across Lily’s eyes! “Shut up!” Campos barked at Al when he chastised her actions. “Bytch had it coming, and you owe me for not calling that hair pull!”
Carpenter’s answering protestations fell on deaf ears as Luisa pumped her knee into the heiress’ midriff half a dozen times en route to walking her to the nearest corner. “So you think you can roughhouse with me, is that it? That it, rich girl?” No waiting for an answer, she yanked Lily up on tiptoe and BWUUUNGED her face-first into the top turnbuckle. Such a collision was already unpleasant under the best of circumstances, it was quite a bit worse for Burlingame because Campos climbed onto the middle strand and bore down on the back of the Crimson’s Comet’s skull, all the better to scrub and scrape her features against that canvas-coated steel!
“You still got a few of those ugly masks lying around, puta?” Luisa cackled down at the squealing, protesting battler. “I think you’re gonna want one by the time I’m finished with ya!”
“All right, enough of that crap, Luisa!” Al ordered after Campos showed no signs of ending the mugging of her own accord. “Get her out of the corner, now!”
The ref raised a hand to count, then dropped it because Pearls dropped to the canvas without a word of complaint. Anyone believing this meant leniency for Lily was disabused of the notion when Luisa snatched a double handful of hair and pulled her from the buckles to the ropes, the Brazilian bombshell forcing her opponent’s upper body through the space between top and middle strands, all the better to drape the smaller wrestler’s arms over the top.
“Should I wrench your neck or pull your hair?” Campos chirped in the midst of making her arrangements. “I know, I’ll do both!” True to her word, she cupped her left hand over Burlingame’s chin, filled her right with the heiress’ dark locks and puuuuuuuuuuuuulled for all she was worth!
“ROOOOOOPES!” Lily loathed the keening edge in her voice, though she was powerless to stop it. “ROPES, DAMMITOHYOUBYTCH!”
Confident in the knowledge that Al would spoil her fun sooner than later, Luisa gave up her grips without provocation to buy enough time for her next mean trick. Snuggled in against Lily’s back, she reached around with both hands, hooked her fingers into the cups of the trapped brunette’s top and tugged it down! Pearls filled her hands at once, enthusiastically kneading and gnashing Lily’s breasts while she purred in her ear. “This is how it’s gonna be, rich girl. All. Night. Long!”
The zebra’s count started mid-threat, so Campos switched over to a pincer, working Burlingame’s buds all the way to ‘FOUR!’ “Don’t even bother covering up, brat!” Luisa demanded as she backed into the middle of the ring. “I’ll just pull it off again and again! F*ck, I might make you EAT the nasty thing before I let you leave the ring!”
Lily made no response as she slipped her arms loose of the rubber-coated steel, yet the fire in her eyes suggested the former Lightweight Champion had made careful note of every sneered word. Straightening once she’d tucked everything back into place, the Roseate Rocket rounded on her opponent and “OOOOFFFFFFHHH!”
Luisa was already upon her, the black-clad brunette pivoting into the impact to better THWHUMP the point of her hip into the pit of Burlingame’s stomach. “What’s wrong, feelin’ a little breathless? That’s just nerves saying I’m BETTER THAN YOU!” Pearls dipped her head and forced it under Burlingame’s right arm while snaking her own right arm across the highflier’s chest to get a better grip on the nape of her neck. With her left hand she collected Lily’s right knee in a brawny Cradle and used both grips to lead the two of them out into the center of the squared circle. “You people know what you’re looking at?” she asked the FAWNatics. “Marisol and I are Diamonds and Pearls, and this trash? She’s just tacky costume jewelry!”
Those convened for Summer Swelter disagreed most vociferously, which only made it sweeter for Campos when she muscled the smaller brunette off her feet and swung her forward and down, Luisa sitting out to add her own momentum to the Spinebuster that PLANTED Burlingame on the deck! Draping her boots atop Lily’s biceps immediately after impact, Pearls wrapped her arms around Lily’s upper thighs and leaned into her haunches to complete a domineering…
SIT-OUT SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3zVdLnRTnA
ONE…
TWO…
The Star Strider clapped her shins against Campos’ head, boxing her ears to break the count a whisper after ‘TWO!’
Luisa sneered, got to her feet and promptly pistoned a stomp into her foe’s midsection. “So you’re tuff now, rich girl? Tuff enough to hang with Diamonds & Pearls? We’ll see about that!”
Still posted up between Lily’s legs, Campos forced them farther apart with a few derisive nudges from the toe of one boot. Once that was done, she turned around, dropped into a crouch and collected the former Lightweight Champion’s shins, one under each arm. Hipping to the danger of this arrangement, Burlingame thrashed this way and that before crooking her left arm into a tire iron that she pwak-pwak-pwaaaked against the small of the Brazilian’s back. “Let go, Luisa!” Lily barked. “I said let go, goddamnERRGGGHH!”
Campos locked her hands and stood up, a shift that didn’t cause a problem until she twisted around and stepped over to roll Burlingame onto her belly for an Inverted Boston Crab. “Ask her!” Luisa was all smiles again as she slowly leaned into the hold to increase the pressure in Lily’s spine. “Ask this pampered puta if she quits!”
Carpenter crouched down beside his charges to get a better view of the action. “What do you say, Lily? Ready to call it a night?”
“Nuts to that.” the Crimson Comet answered through gritted teeth. “This little mooch wants to beat me again? She’s gonna have to do more than sponge off her partner to do GGGGRRRRHHHH!”
Luisa leaned down and in, apparently trying to touch Burlingame’s toes to the back of her head. “What was that rich girl? Huh? Gimme your hands. I said gimme your f*cking hands!”
But Lily Burlingame, who knew she was one bad moment away from spending torturous moments in a Baby Swing, wisely kept her forearms crisscrossed snugly beneath her chest. “You want ‘em, Pearls?” she grunted. “Come get ‘em? Or does Diamonds have to do that for you toOOOOOWWWWWW!”
Luisa crooked her hands into claws and ran them down the heiress’ nearly bare back at least half a dozen times! Painful though it was, Lily refused to abandon her defenses, much to Campos’ disgust. “Fine, slut.” she hissed. “You won’t give me your hands, I’ll take what I can get.”
Burlingame didn’t know what to make of that until she felt the Brazilian’s fingers raking through her hair. “Don’t you dare, Luisa!” she warned. “I mean it, you’re gonna AAARRRRHHH! HAIR! HAAAAAAIIIIIIR!” No question about that assertion, Luisa filled her hands with as much of Lily’s locks as she could manage and slooooooowly straightened up, using the torturous tress grip to complete her Pearl-Handled Pendulum.
(almost) THE PEARL-HANDLED PENDULUM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=naf7rRIJFLg
Now, her grip on Burlingame’s hair meant the hold was destined for a short life, so Campos made the most of it, the black-clad brunette just jostling her hands to ensure her hapless prey wailed through every bit of Carpenter’s useless warning and the subsequent (not to mention far more effective) count of ‘FOUR!’
Releasing her hooks all at once, Luisa reveled in the heavy ‘thump’ of Lily landing flat on her chest and belly, as well as the soft scrape of her boots against unyielding canvas. Certain she’d broken the poseur’s spirit, Campos grabbed a shoulder, rolled Burlingame over and dropped into a Schoolgirl Pin that was a deep breath shy of becoming a Front Face Sit. Hands on her knees, she offered a demure smirk to the camera as the crowd joined Carpenter to count…
ONE…
TWO…
Lily kicked her legs straight up, the jolt more than enough to pitch Luisa onto all fours with a full second to spare. “Can’t believe you had the nerve to call yourself Cherry Bomb, loser.” Pearls chided once she was on her feet and coming for the grounded highflier, “because you’re the biggest f*cking dud I’ve ever seen!”
“Suck it, hench wench.” Burlingame was working her way up as well, though she’d only made it to a knee. “I got more than enough firepower to handle a second banana like yoUNGH!”
Brow furrowed in anger, Luisa snagged a double handful of hair, all the better to hold Lily’s head in place for a Hip Strike THWHUMPED against one temple. “You’re gonna keep your goddamned mouth shut unless you’re begging for mercy.” The Brazilian import promised even as she caught a Wristlock to haul the heiress to boot-leather. Campos tugged the smaller brunette in close, drove a miniature Shoulderblock into opposing sternum, then took a big step back and sent Burlingame into the far corner with a heavy Irish Whip. Lily’s pace was smooth and steady despite the recent punishment and she twisted through a half circle at the perfect moment to minimize the ‘bwung’ of butt on buckles.
Luisa made no note of this because she was already heading down Burlingame’s back-trail with a crushing Clothesline at the-- Lily shot her left foot straight out, meaning to drive her heel straight through the other brunette’s belly. You can imagine her disappointment then when Campos hit the brakes and grabbed hold of the Star Strider’s ankle. “Too f*cking slow, puta.” Luisa sneered. “Can’t believe I NNNNGGGHH!”
Burlingame brought her right leg up ‘n over in a makeshift Enzugiri that collided with the side of her rival’s head! Pearls stutter-stepped away, one hand pressed to her aching skull. As for Lily, she boosted herself onto the second rope and just waited until Campos glanced back at the cor-- the Roseate Rocket leapt out with her knees raised to hip level and both arms spread wide. Lacing her hands behind Luisa’s head in the blink of an eye, Burlingame laid out flat to yank her opponent face-first onto her knees and shins!
DIVING LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EdnEXgNlbP4
Luisa’s head snapped up and the rest of her followed obligingly, Pearls tumbling across canvas before Lily pounced across her chest in a miniature Splash. Burlingame didn’t think Campos was done just yet, but it didn’t stop the heiress making the mouthy brat carry every bit of her weight through…
ONE…
TWO…
Luisa kicked out at ‘TWO’ as Lily had suspected, not that it bothered her in the slightest because she wasn’t even closed to finish with Marisol’s obnoxious BFF.
“Can’t believe what, Pearly?” Burlingame got right back in the trash talk game as she got to her feet and forced Campos to do the same. “Can’t believe how quickly I put you flat on your ass? Well hold on tight bytch, I’m just getting started.”
Pivoting so she was shoulder to shoulder on the Brazilian’s left side, the Star Strider hooked her right arm around Luisa’s left bicep, grabbed hold of that wrist in her free hand and tumbled into a forward roll that ended with both ladies on their backs. No pinning predicament this, Lily twined her right leg around Luisa’s left thigh, then twisted in beneath Pearls to hook her left leg over Campos’ head. “ERRHH, LEGGO!” Luisa began to kick and squirm. “I SAID LEGGO PUTAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!”
GROUNDED OCTOPUS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8sOLyi_P-Ag
Burlingame trapped Campos’ right arm beneath her left bicep, wrenching it back in a simple Armbar while also puuuuuuuuuuushing down on Luisa’s head with her left thigh. “What’s wrong, can’t go anywhere?” Lily teased as the grounded Octopus wrenched Luisa in several directions at once. “You can always tap out if you need a hand!”
“EAT SHYT!” Campos screamed at the top of her lungs. “YOU CAN’T MAKE ME NGH! NGH! NNNNHHH!”
Burlingame crooked her right arm into a ‘V’ and jabbed that bony dagger against her opponent’s ribs before securing a claw-hold straight from the Harley Jo Collins playbook. “Oh yes I can, baby.” Lily murmured as she worked the various angles of that painful hold. “Don’t you doubt it for a second.”
Luisa said nothing in response so Lily held her tongue as well, the resultant silence spinning out for perhaps ten seconds before a soft groan from Pearls caught the official’s attention. “You ok, Luisa? Need me to call it?”
“You think this little yoga stretch is enough to end my night?” Campos stopped reaching for the rope and grabbed onto Lily’s heel instead, the tag specialist fighting but ultimately failing to dislodge Burlingame’s cranking leg. Undaunted, Pearls smacked a heel against the canvas and reached toward the strands once more. “Puta’s got nothing, Carpenter. Now stop wasting my timOOOWW!”
Lily released the claw only to CRACK an open palmed slap against the Brazilian’s velvet-sheathed flank. The Crimson Comet dug in again, then squeezed harder to emphasize her next question. “What was that, Luisa?” she asked.
“I said you got nothing, puta.”
The second CRACK was louder, Lily putting a bit more wind-up on that buggywhip slap. “Sorry, didn’t catch that.” Burlingame’s tone was pleasantly cold. “What do I have?”
“Nothing.”
CRAACK!
“Say again?”
“I said you GOT NOTHING!”
CRAAAAAACK!
“Shyt, the accoustics in this place are just lousy. One more time?”
“I SAID YOU GOT F*CKING NOTHING, RICH GIRL!” Luisa bellowed. “NOW LET ME GOOW! OW! OW! OW!”
Lily tenderized that defenseless flank with half a dozen more slaps before she paused to run her fingertips across that slap scorched one-piece. “Huh. You know, that’s what I THOUGHT you were saying, but I figured I had to be mistaken because CLEARLY I’ve got at least one thing.” the heiress chided. “You know what it is, don’t you Pearly?”
Campos stained her free limbs toward the sanctuary of the ropes only to hiss in furious disappointment when they remained stubbornly out of reach. Quelling the urge to smash a frustrated heel against the mat, she grunted, “Like I already told you, rich girl. You ain’t got shyt-HEY! OH PUTA DON’T YOU F*CKING DAREEEERRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Luisa keened in shocked outrage when Burlingame forcibly wormed her right hand through the keyhole in Campos’ top and clamped down on her left breast!
“You’re right Pearls, I’ve got less than shyt. I’ve got you. Hey, do you think the twins want to come out and play?”
Luisa had a death grip on the other brunette’s right wrist, though she’d had no success extracting Lily’s claw thus far. “Try it, brat. I swear you’ll leave this f*cking ring on a stretcOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW F*CKING STOP!”
Burlingame narrowed her focus to a pincer, the former Lightweight Champion avenging an earlier slight with some truly savage tweaking. Campos’ shrieking prompted another round of questions from Al, each and every one of them ignored because Lily released all her hooks and rolled Luisa onto her belly with a dismissive little nudge from one foot. She probably should’ve gone for a cover (she could already hear ‘Ronnie chastising her for the choice) but the heiress felt a strong desire to show Pearls just what the hell Joanna Coleman meant when she talked about ‘that Burlingame Swagger’.
So instead of a pin she stood up, planted a boot between Campos’ shoulders and raised her left hand high overhead. Thumb extended to show off the invisible detonator, the Star Strider brought it down and was rewarded with an appropriately earth-shattering KABOOM!
Barely resisting the urge to Splash down on the Brazilian’s lower back over and over and over again, Lily settled for a double handful of hair that she converted into a perfectly-legal Cravate before Carpenter could do so much as grumble about the tugging. With Luisa bent over double by the simple stretch, the Roseate Rocket planted her weight on her right leg so she could thun-thun-thun-THUNK a quartet of Kneelifts into her opponent’s forehead. Once Campos’ legs were suitably jellied, Burlingame spun her ‘round behind without breaking the hold. From there she sank into a crouch and leapt skyward, the former Lightweight Champion floating up ‘n over Pearls to land on her knees while Luisa was THWHAMMED down on the back of her head and shoulders! Sprawled out flat in the wake of that gorgeous Standing Shiranui, Campos only sputtered in breathless protest when Lily sat down on her chest and collected both legs behind the knee in a greedy Reverse Matchbook good for the…
STANDING SHIRANUI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRSk17d_I9Q
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Brazilian Bombshell got both hands against the heiress’ tush and shoved, breaking the pin with perhaps half a second to spare.
Lily was up and back at it with no delay, the red-clad brunette unworried by her rival’s narrow escape. “Don’t want me to sit on you anymore?” Burlingame queried as she peeled Pearls off the mat. “Then get on your feet, buttercup.”
“Oh bytch,” Luisa rasped, “you’re gonna learn to watch your f*cking mouth if it’s the last thing I WHOAHNNNGGHH!”
Lily hooked an arm around Campos’ shoulders, slipped the other between opposing thighs and scooped her up onto one shoulder neat as you please. Her ascent was quick, her descent downright sudden, Luisa voicing a loud ‘OOOOFFFFHH!’ when Burlingame put her spine on the pine courtesy of a Scoop Slam. “Hey, I know it’s still a little early in the season,” the girl who was Cherry Bomb called to the FAWNatics en route to the nearest corner, “but would you guys be interested in some fireworks?”
The answer was a resounding ‘YES!’, just as Lily had anticipated. Catching hold of the top rope when she reached the corner, the Star Strider leapt up and turned a half circle in the process so that she landed in a nimble crouch atop the high rent district. Most wrestlers, even the nimblest of highfliers, would’ve held their position for a moment if only to check for any last second adjustments.
As the history books have already shown, Lily Burlingame was not most wrestlers. Thus there was not so much as a heartbeat’s worth of hesitation before she sprang out into the aether and swooped into a steep dive that-- Luisa rolled toward the corner her attacker had so recently vacated, leaving nothing but a stretch of empty canvas from the Maroon MissilNOOOO! Burlingame adjusted mid-dive, transforming what would’ve been a disastrous Senton Atomico into a simple forward roll that brought her back to verticality almost three quarters of the way across the ring!
Elsewhere, Luisa Campos had also made her way to boot-leather, though she’d used the ropes to help achieve that state. Spotting Burlingame on the other side of the ring, Pearls snarled, “YOU’RE MINE NOW, RICH GIRL!” She chased this threat across the squared circle while Lily rushed out to meet it, the pair of warring brunettes on a collision cour-- Lily took to the skies, ‘smecked’ her legs around Luisa’s head and-- a grudgingly impressed ‘oooooohhhhhh’ when Campos cinched her arms around the heiress’ thighs and dropped into a deep squat to stop the ‘Rana in its tracks. The look on Burlingame’s face suggested she didn’t much care for this predicament, nor did her mood improve when Luisa straightened up and muscled the smaller wrestler onto her shoulders in the stall for a Powerbomb.
Cupping the back of Pearls’ head with one desperate hand, Lily pulled herself in even closer to land half a dozen punches to the crown of her foe’s-- Campos tossed her forward and dropped to her butt, the Brazilian bombshell DRIVING Lily into the canvas with a huge Sit-Out Powerbomb! The ring-ratting impact left Lily folded in half Matchbook-style, which made it even easier for Luisa to slip her calves over the other brunette’s biceps for the…
SIT-OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2f4i-Y1qzbI
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Burlingame jolted loose, turning onto her side for a few seconds before Campos grabbed hold at hip and shoulder and tugged her onto her back.
“You got a lot of f*cking nerve, rich girl.” Pearls stuffed her right knee into the pit of the heiress’ belly and leaned down hard, the infuriated tag specialist making a concentrated effort to crush the air from Lily’s lungs while pinning her like a bug on a card. “You really think you can put your stubby little hands on these curves?” she swept her fingers down the swell of breasts so there was no misunderstanding. “And live to see the sun come up? You’re even dumber than you f*cking looNNGHHMMRRHH!”
The Crimson Comet flicked her right hand up for a Bytch Slap that transformed into an embarrassing grip that distended the Brazilian’s gorgeous features into an embarrassing fish-face. “You don’t like it, Luisa?” Lily’s growl sounded far wheezier than normal thanks to that encroaching knee. “Then you should’ve been more careful with my topPOOOOOOWWWWW BYTCH!”
Campos retaliated with a CRAAACKING two-handed Overhand Slap delivered directly to her foe’s bounty. Taking a page from Burlingame’s book, Luisa bore down on her target, Pearls squeezing and kneading, clawing and scoring Lily’s breasts. The former Lightweight Champion shrieked in pain but refused to abandon the grip on Campos’ lower face. Not only did she not release this grip, she added a second, a retaliatory Breast Claw that had Luisa keening against the other brunette’s muffling palm.
“WHEAGBIDGE!” Campos shrieked at thrashing adversary. “LEGGOFMYTIDS OOOOOOOWWWWWW!”
Burlingame broke the Iron Claw, slapped Luisa’s mouth out of pure spite, then doubled down on that greedy jugg-grip! “Not until you let go, you catty little WITCH!” Lily threatened through clenched teeth.
Pearls sneered, an expression of absolute disdain. “You’re not getting these back until you BEG AAAAHHHH FAAAAAAAAAHK!”
“Better idea, honey. Tap out now and I won’t march you up the aisle on a Walk of ShamMMMAAAAAAWWWWW SHYT!”
Luisa hooked her fingers into the cups of Lily’s top and spilled her girls for the second time that evening! “What’s wrong, don’t’ cover up now!” Campos caught hold of Lily’s wrists when she gave up her grips to deal with her disrespected top. Driving the other brunette’s hands and forearms against the mat, Pearls scooted up and shifted her weight from side to side, the better to pin Burlingame’s arms tight to her sides. Technically it was a pin, thus Al Carpenter’s low dive into place beside the action.
“What do you think you’re doing, idiot?” Luisa barked at the lanky zebra. “Can’t you see her shoulders are up?”
The ref frowned, pushed to one knee and would’ve made the check if the Brazilian Bombshell hadn’t pinched her opponent’s nubs between thumb and forefinger and puuuuuuuuulled hard enough to make Lily arch her back in anguish! “See? Shoulders up!” Luisa began to twist while Burlingame kicked her heels against the mat in obvious distress. “Looks like she might submit though, don’t you think?” Ask her. Ask her, dammit!”
“What do you say, Lily?” the ref questioned. “Need me to call it?”
“NO!” she bellowed. “NO, I WON’T GO OUT LIKE FAAAAAAAAAHK! STAAAAAAAAAAHP!”
“YOU’LL GO OUT HOWEVER I DAMNED WELL WANT YOU TO, RICH GIRL!” Luisa roared down at teary-eyed prey. “Now, do you TAP? Or do I TWISTOHHEYF*CKNOOOO!”
Campos had leaned back to better deliver her taunt, so Lily kicked her legs up and slipped them under Pearls’ biceps. Just like that she popped her hips and rolled forward to end up on her rump while Campos was stretched out on her back, the startled battler thrashing and twisting as she fought to escape the Sunset Flip ahead of the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Luisa tumbled loose thanks to a backward somersault that returned her to verticality a few long steps removed from THWHACK! Lily didn’t get a chance to raise her hands before Campos rushed her and drilled both heels into the center of her forehead with Basement Dropkick. The former Lightweight champ got knocked flat and rolled up tight in the same breath, Luisa hooking a snug Back Press to point Burlingame’s ass at the rafters for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
A relieved roar from the FAWNatics when Lily twisted loose of the pin as Carpenter’s hand was coming down for ‘THREE!’ Campos was far less pleased, the infuriated brunette directing her anger at the official just long enough to flip him a pair of middle fingers. Then it was back to Lily, Luisa hair-hauling her opponent off the canvas in a series of violent, spasmodic tugs. Pinning Burlingame’s right arm over her head in a Half Nelson as soon as she was vertical, Luisa twisted the both of ‘em toward the hard camera to ensure the widest possible audience when she brought her left hand around and over, Pearls just maaaaaaaaaauling the hurtin’ highflier’s bounty as thoroughly as possible.
“Nasty bytch.” Lily fought to get a grip on the other brunette’s left wrist with limited (read: no) success. “I am gonna make you f*cking sorry for this catty shyWHOOAAAHHNNNGGGHH!”
Luisa sank into a deep squat and snapped off a gorgeous bridge that THWHUNKED Burlingame down nice and high on the back of her head and shoulders. Stacked up but good in the wake of Campos’ nasty Reach Around, the Star Strider wriggled fitfully while the Swelter crowd joined Al in counting off…
(almost) THE REACH AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqURU855ElY
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lily oozed out of Luisa’s grip and onto her stomach, preserving her place in the match by the narrowest of margins.
“F*CK!” Pearls slapped both hands against the mat, then buried ‘em in her hair for a single prolonged tug. Ever so slightly calmed (or at least focused) by this painful practice, the Brazilian Bombshell helped herself to Lily’s dark locks and was far less subtle with the tugging used to haul her upright. “I’m going to put your goddamned skull right through the mat, rich girl.” Campos threatened as she walked Lily toward the nearest corner. “And THEN I’m going to shred your tits in front of the whole world!”
A pair of heavy turnbuckle smashes kept Burlingame from responding and left her woozy enough to offer no meaningful resistance when Pearls turned her around and muscled her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. Already knowing exactly what she was gonna do, Luisa moved Lily’s legs from inside to outside, thus allowing the tag specialist an easier perch when she mounted the second rope. “Hope you didn’t burn through all your data snapping shots of her pathetic tits!” Campos taunted the FAWNatics as she drew Burlingame into a Front Facelock and slung the near arm across her shoulders. In all this noise she heard nothing from Lily herself, but that was ok, she’d be pleading soon enough. Catching a gaudy handful of her rival’s waistband, Luisa dipped her knees and-- Lily wrapped her free hand around the top rope to anchor both brunettes in place. “Too late for that, puta.” Luisa scoffed. “You belong to me noOOOOH BYTCH!”
Abandoning her lifeline, the Star Strider reached up, grabbed hold of the keyhole in Campos’ one-piece and tore it wide open with hard-hearted yank! Reeling back as she instinctively started to cover up, Pearls left herself open for a big Haymaker to the chin, which in turn allowed Lily to reel her into a Front Facelock of her own. Hooked for a Suplex in the span between heartbeats, Luisa keened in infuriated surprise when Burlingame muscled her up to about one o’clock, then slung her out and down, Pearls plummeting through the void to THUMP down on her face, chest and belly!
Campos bounced up and flopped over, the devastated battler writhing through a quarter turn to end up in a most dangerous position so close to the high rent district. Speaking of which, the Crimson Comet stood up straight and raised one hand overhead, but when the FAWNatics raised their own detonators she brought it down to flip Campos a vindictive middle finger! The Swelter crowd gave her a huge ‘BOOM!’ anyway and that was all the impetus Lily needed to head for the heavens, throwing herself into that head-first front flip whilst simultaneously spinning like a buzzsaw. THUWHAM!
CHERRY WARHEAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zFj8aik3gVE
The Cherry Warhead detonated full force, Burlingame blowing Luisa Campos to smithereens much to the delight of the capacity crowd. Bouncing onto her haunches in the aftermath of that heavy, heavy ordinance, Lily swung a leg over and sat down HARD on Pearls’ upturned features! Smart money would’ve been to hook the leg, but smart money hadn’t had their rack worked over the whole night, so no one really blamed the Star Strider when she crooked her hands into claws and mauled Campos’ juggs without mercy while Al tolled the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Burlingame pumped a fist when the bell sounded, yet she didn’t give up her perch. Rather she honed in on her rival’s nipples and gave them a lingering twissssssssst that didn’t end until the official was finished proclaiming, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… LILY BURLINGAME!”
“And don’t you f*cking forget it!” Lily slapped her opponent’s belly, got up and strutted to the center of the ring so Al could raise her hand. Finally allowing herself a smile as she soaked in the win, Burlingame jogged to the far corner, hopped onto the middle rope and raised a pair of index fingers. “Enough of the tacky poseurs!” she told the ringside FAWNatics. It’s about time I got back in the hunt for some REAL jewelry!” Everyone within the sound of her voice knew what that meant but it didn’t stop the heiress from strapping an invisible belt around her waist.
Pleased by the thunderous reaction, Burlingame jumped down, jogged over to the next corner and mounted the middle rope. “Whadda ya think?” she called to the throng. “Wanna see me take a shot at the Slappin’ SenNNNNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
A fist smashed between her thighs, doubling the Lightweight stalwart over in nauseated agony!
Behind her, Luisa Campos swiped hair off her face and spat, “You think we’re done, rich girl? Uh-UH! No chance!” Lily only ‘eeped’ so Pearls turned around and slipped her head between the other brunette’s thighs. After that she wrapped her arms around the Crippled Comet’s waist and marched her out of the corner, all the better to THAWHAM Burlingame down on the back of her head and shoulders with a Powerbomb!
“All right Luisa, clear off!” Al barked even as the Brazilian circled around to the top of Burlingame’s head. “You’ve proved your point, you don’t need to-- c’mon, that’s in poor taste!”
Reverse Face Sit, Luisa Campos to Lily Burlingame.
Stripping her seat to the waist with a single wicked pass of her claws, Pearls answered the previous mauling with some of her own, just gouging and kneading her foe’s pert breasts! “You wanna tweak me?” Luisa hissed. “You wanna tweak me, rich girl? Let me show you how its done!” And that’s exactly what she did, Campos twisting, then pulling those defenseless nubs until Lily was keening into her undercarriage.
The sound of zebra hooves trampling down the ramp brought Luisa’s fun to an end, the malicious brunette barrel rolling under the bottom rope to get clear of the squared circle. “THAT’S WHAT YOU GET!” Campos bellowed as she backpedaled up the ramp. “NEXT TIME I’LL STRIP YOU DOWN AND MAKE YOU BEG!”
In the ring Lily curled into a ball with both arms crossed over her chest, then turned to lock eyes with Pearls.
“YOU’LL BEG, PUTA!” Campos promised. “YOU THINK YOU HURT NOW? IT AIN’T NOTHING!”
Smiling a little wider, she kissed her fingertips, pivoted a hip in Burlingame’s direction and gave her cheeks a tart slap. Message delivered, Luisa whipped around on one heel and flounced up the aisle while basking in the disdain raining down from all sides.
LUISA CAMPOS:
The curtains burst open as Pearls strode to front and center, the dark eyed brunette already talking a stream of nonstop trash to those Floridolts stupid enough to actually pollute her air with boos and jeers. “You assholes are SO LUCKY that Diamonds isn’t here with me right now!” she barked. “Because she’d rearrange your faces like THAT!” she snapped her fingers, “hearing all this disrespect!” This only increased the volume and intensity of their disdain, so Campos turned a dismissive hair flip into an insolent middle finger, then started down the aisle.
Supremely confident despite the conspicuous absence of one Marisol Ayala, Luisa sauntered toward the squared circle at a pace slow enough to taunt the morons, yet quick enough to avoid enduring any of their nauseating funk. For her first solo encounter with the woman she’d dubbed ’the single most overrated Lightweight not named Shea London’, Pearls sported a black velvet one-piece featuring a keyhole cutout in the center of her décolletage. Two sets of three strings of pearls descended from between the cups of the top, one set running underneath each breast before connecting back to the strap underneath the arm. Pads at knee and elbow were matte black, though her black boots were polished to a shine that was properly pearlescent.
Reaching the foot of the ramp, Campos kindly suggested the FAWNatics kiss her ass, then strode up the steps and out onto the apron, though she refused to enter until Al Carpenter came over and sat on the middle ropes. From there she went straight to the center of the ring to offer a smirk and a lingering single bicep flex for the hard camera. But Pearls didn’t move to a corner when her music faded, no indeed. Rather she turned to the stage, extended a hand and dared her new rival to join her as soon as humanly possible.
Pearls asked and so she promptly received. “And her opponent, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and ten pounds…she is the Interstellar Angel, the Star Strider…LILY BURLINGAME!”
LILY BURLINGAME:
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 even the guitars of her entrance theme. And in the midst of this display of sheer explosiveness a figure shot from the floor.
Rocketing out of the brand spankin’ new crater accompanied by the sounds of Comeback Kid, Lily Burlingame allowed herself just a second to point out over the crowd and pump a fist. But that second was all she took, blazing off down the ramp with the sheer blurring speed that was her trademark. For tonight’s battle against the brat that’d embarrassed her at March to War, the former Lightweight Champion wore 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 blue on the other, matching her togs perfectly, while that brown bob just tickled at the tops of her shoulders.
Somehow gaining even more speed as she progressed down the ramp, the Roseate Rocket hit ringside at a dead sprint and hopped perfectly up onto the apron, somehow conserving her speed as she dashed along the narrow expanse. Leaping again, this time onto the ropes, Lily completed a soaring and undeniably gorgeous back-flip which landed her perfectly within the confines of the squared circle. This was about the time she’d run the ropes to set up for a properly gravity defying finale, but Burlingame knew damned well that Campos was right behind her, so rather than run she simply spun on one heel and chested up on the other brunette!
“Biggest mistake of your career, accepting this match, rich girl.” Luisa cooed. “You’re nothing without Treymane to protect your scrawny ass.”
“Says the brat who squeals for Marisol anytime someone so much as looks at her wrong.” Lily clapped back. “No one to bail you out tonight. And I’m going to set off a Cherry Warhead right about here!” Burlingame put her hands on Campos’ chest and gave her a shove, which Luisa returned with snarling interest!
“Keep your goddamned hands off me, rich girl. Unless you’re worshipping my ass!”
“Not likely, brat. But I’ll be happy to put my boots to it!”
You’d never have known it was the first singles confrontation between these two based on their demeanor prior to the bell. Neither woman deigned to return to their corner following the initial chest bump mid-ring, meaning Al was forced to deliver his final instructions with the brunettes nose to nose for an increasingly venomous string of trash talk. Resigned to the unenviable task before him, Carpenter took a step back and threw a signal to the Timekeeper.
CLANG!
“How’d you like the view from the underside of my one-piece, princess?” Luisa cooed. “Better yet, how’d you like the feel of velvet clamping down on your little button nose?” Campos smiled wide and stepped forward, the Brazilian import enjoying every bit of her two inch, ten pound advantage.
“About as much as you liked going to sleep in ‘Ronnie’s arms, I bet.” Lily’s response killed Luisa’s grin in a single stroke, much to the heiress’ delight. “And you’re gonna like it even less when I come splashing down on that buttery little tummy of y--”
Pearls interrupted with a chest-bump, followed by a brisk shove and an even brisker Slap, the latter CRACK adding some pink to the Roseate Rocket’s right cheek. “Watch who you’re calling soft, rich girl.” Campos snarled. “I was this close to having your top at March to War, and tonight? Tonight that meddling blonde gangster won’t be able to save OOOWWW!”
Luisa had held her slappin’ hand (with thumb and index finger practically touching) mere inches below Burlingame’s chin, meaning the former Lightweight Champion didn’t have to reach very far to secure a Wristlock. This flowed into a pair of fluid Arm Wringers, the resultant torque forcing Luisa to double over while bracing her sore shoulder for extra support. Happy to bend Campos’ hand backward over her forearm, Lily halved her grip and treated Pearls to a saucy high five about half a heartbeat before she pumped a Crossover Kneelift into the other brunette’s midsection.
Doubled over by the sturdy bulk of Burlingame’s left thigh, Campos offered only the wheeziest of protests when the Star Strider grabbed a handful of hair and stomped toward the ropes. “Jeeze Lily, I gotta warn you about the hair?” Al huffed. “Just put her in a Head-oh.”
Picking up her pace as she neared the strands, Burlingame hopped onto the second rope just to pop off and ‘smeck’ her legs around the other brunette’s noggin. In the same movement she laid back and twisted around, using the momentum to flip Luisa onto her back with a nifty little Springboard Frankensteiner.
SPRINGBOARD FRANKENSTEINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=T62yZa64dPQ
Campos landed flat but rolled through at once, Pearls coming up on one knee looking ever so slightly dazed. The expression faded the instant she honed in on Lily, the other brunette dipped into a deep crouch with both hands extended to her opponent in a beckoning invitation. Luisa wasted no time accepting, she scrambled to boot-leather and rushed at the former Lightweight Champion with a Forearm Smash at the reaNO!
Burlingame dipped the blow and pivoted around in a half circle, meaning the tart SLAP she caromed off Campos’ cheek was already locked and loaded when Pearls spun to meet her. Catching hold of her foe’s shoulders in both hands, Lily vaulted skyward and locked her legs around Luisa’s head for the second time in perhaps a minute. Ankles locked, she fell backward and whipped Campos off her feet, only now she came to rest astride the Brazilian’s chest in a snug Schoolgirl Pin!
HURRICANRANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-trYLmo8VL4
Luisa’s hands flew to Burlingame’s rump so the former Cherry Bomb grabbed her wrists and pressed them flat to her thighs. Eyes locked on Luisa’s as Al swooped in, Lily taunted, “How do you like the view, baby?”
ONE…
TWO…
Campos planted her feet and bucked her hips, tossing Burlingame out of the mount simultaneous with ‘TWO’. Infuriated by the other wrestler’s quick start, Luisa scrambled to verticality and rushed Lily for a Collar & Elb--“OOOWW!”
Pearls got the ‘elbow’ portion correct, but rather than grab on at collar she raked her nails across Lily’s eyes! “Shut up!” Campos barked at Al when he chastised her actions. “Bytch had it coming, and you owe me for not calling that hair pull!”
Carpenter’s answering protestations fell on deaf ears as Luisa pumped her knee into the heiress’ midriff half a dozen times en route to walking her to the nearest corner. “So you think you can roughhouse with me, is that it? That it, rich girl?” No waiting for an answer, she yanked Lily up on tiptoe and BWUUUNGED her face-first into the top turnbuckle. Such a collision was already unpleasant under the best of circumstances, it was quite a bit worse for Burlingame because Campos climbed onto the middle strand and bore down on the back of the Crimson’s Comet’s skull, all the better to scrub and scrape her features against that canvas-coated steel!
“You still got a few of those ugly masks lying around, puta?” Luisa cackled down at the squealing, protesting battler. “I think you’re gonna want one by the time I’m finished with ya!”
“All right, enough of that crap, Luisa!” Al ordered after Campos showed no signs of ending the mugging of her own accord. “Get her out of the corner, now!”
The ref raised a hand to count, then dropped it because Pearls dropped to the canvas without a word of complaint. Anyone believing this meant leniency for Lily was disabused of the notion when Luisa snatched a double handful of hair and pulled her from the buckles to the ropes, the Brazilian bombshell forcing her opponent’s upper body through the space between top and middle strands, all the better to drape the smaller wrestler’s arms over the top.
“Should I wrench your neck or pull your hair?” Campos chirped in the midst of making her arrangements. “I know, I’ll do both!” True to her word, she cupped her left hand over Burlingame’s chin, filled her right with the heiress’ dark locks and puuuuuuuuuuuuulled for all she was worth!
“ROOOOOOPES!” Lily loathed the keening edge in her voice, though she was powerless to stop it. “ROPES, DAMMITOHYOUBYTCH!”
Confident in the knowledge that Al would spoil her fun sooner than later, Luisa gave up her grips without provocation to buy enough time for her next mean trick. Snuggled in against Lily’s back, she reached around with both hands, hooked her fingers into the cups of the trapped brunette’s top and tugged it down! Pearls filled her hands at once, enthusiastically kneading and gnashing Lily’s breasts while she purred in her ear. “This is how it’s gonna be, rich girl. All. Night. Long!”
The zebra’s count started mid-threat, so Campos switched over to a pincer, working Burlingame’s buds all the way to ‘FOUR!’ “Don’t even bother covering up, brat!” Luisa demanded as she backed into the middle of the ring. “I’ll just pull it off again and again! F*ck, I might make you EAT the nasty thing before I let you leave the ring!”
Lily made no response as she slipped her arms loose of the rubber-coated steel, yet the fire in her eyes suggested the former Lightweight Champion had made careful note of every sneered word. Straightening once she’d tucked everything back into place, the Roseate Rocket rounded on her opponent and “OOOOFFFFFFHHH!”
Luisa was already upon her, the black-clad brunette pivoting into the impact to better THWHUMP the point of her hip into the pit of Burlingame’s stomach. “What’s wrong, feelin’ a little breathless? That’s just nerves saying I’m BETTER THAN YOU!” Pearls dipped her head and forced it under Burlingame’s right arm while snaking her own right arm across the highflier’s chest to get a better grip on the nape of her neck. With her left hand she collected Lily’s right knee in a brawny Cradle and used both grips to lead the two of them out into the center of the squared circle. “You people know what you’re looking at?” she asked the FAWNatics. “Marisol and I are Diamonds and Pearls, and this trash? She’s just tacky costume jewelry!”
Those convened for Summer Swelter disagreed most vociferously, which only made it sweeter for Campos when she muscled the smaller brunette off her feet and swung her forward and down, Luisa sitting out to add her own momentum to the Spinebuster that PLANTED Burlingame on the deck! Draping her boots atop Lily’s biceps immediately after impact, Pearls wrapped her arms around Lily’s upper thighs and leaned into her haunches to complete a domineering…
SIT-OUT SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3zVdLnRTnA
ONE…
TWO…
The Star Strider clapped her shins against Campos’ head, boxing her ears to break the count a whisper after ‘TWO!’
Luisa sneered, got to her feet and promptly pistoned a stomp into her foe’s midsection. “So you’re tuff now, rich girl? Tuff enough to hang with Diamonds & Pearls? We’ll see about that!”
Still posted up between Lily’s legs, Campos forced them farther apart with a few derisive nudges from the toe of one boot. Once that was done, she turned around, dropped into a crouch and collected the former Lightweight Champion’s shins, one under each arm. Hipping to the danger of this arrangement, Burlingame thrashed this way and that before crooking her left arm into a tire iron that she pwak-pwak-pwaaaked against the small of the Brazilian’s back. “Let go, Luisa!” Lily barked. “I said let go, goddamnERRGGGHH!”
Campos locked her hands and stood up, a shift that didn’t cause a problem until she twisted around and stepped over to roll Burlingame onto her belly for an Inverted Boston Crab. “Ask her!” Luisa was all smiles again as she slowly leaned into the hold to increase the pressure in Lily’s spine. “Ask this pampered puta if she quits!”
Carpenter crouched down beside his charges to get a better view of the action. “What do you say, Lily? Ready to call it a night?”
“Nuts to that.” the Crimson Comet answered through gritted teeth. “This little mooch wants to beat me again? She’s gonna have to do more than sponge off her partner to do GGGGRRRRHHHH!”
Luisa leaned down and in, apparently trying to touch Burlingame’s toes to the back of her head. “What was that rich girl? Huh? Gimme your hands. I said gimme your f*cking hands!”
But Lily Burlingame, who knew she was one bad moment away from spending torturous moments in a Baby Swing, wisely kept her forearms crisscrossed snugly beneath her chest. “You want ‘em, Pearls?” she grunted. “Come get ‘em? Or does Diamonds have to do that for you toOOOOOWWWWWW!”
Luisa crooked her hands into claws and ran them down the heiress’ nearly bare back at least half a dozen times! Painful though it was, Lily refused to abandon her defenses, much to Campos’ disgust. “Fine, slut.” she hissed. “You won’t give me your hands, I’ll take what I can get.”
Burlingame didn’t know what to make of that until she felt the Brazilian’s fingers raking through her hair. “Don’t you dare, Luisa!” she warned. “I mean it, you’re gonna AAARRRRHHH! HAIR! HAAAAAAIIIIIIR!” No question about that assertion, Luisa filled her hands with as much of Lily’s locks as she could manage and slooooooowly straightened up, using the torturous tress grip to complete her Pearl-Handled Pendulum.
(almost) THE PEARL-HANDLED PENDULUM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=naf7rRIJFLg
Now, her grip on Burlingame’s hair meant the hold was destined for a short life, so Campos made the most of it, the black-clad brunette just jostling her hands to ensure her hapless prey wailed through every bit of Carpenter’s useless warning and the subsequent (not to mention far more effective) count of ‘FOUR!’
Releasing her hooks all at once, Luisa reveled in the heavy ‘thump’ of Lily landing flat on her chest and belly, as well as the soft scrape of her boots against unyielding canvas. Certain she’d broken the poseur’s spirit, Campos grabbed a shoulder, rolled Burlingame over and dropped into a Schoolgirl Pin that was a deep breath shy of becoming a Front Face Sit. Hands on her knees, she offered a demure smirk to the camera as the crowd joined Carpenter to count…
ONE…
TWO…
Lily kicked her legs straight up, the jolt more than enough to pitch Luisa onto all fours with a full second to spare. “Can’t believe you had the nerve to call yourself Cherry Bomb, loser.” Pearls chided once she was on her feet and coming for the grounded highflier, “because you’re the biggest f*cking dud I’ve ever seen!”
“Suck it, hench wench.” Burlingame was working her way up as well, though she’d only made it to a knee. “I got more than enough firepower to handle a second banana like yoUNGH!”
Brow furrowed in anger, Luisa snagged a double handful of hair, all the better to hold Lily’s head in place for a Hip Strike THWHUMPED against one temple. “You’re gonna keep your goddamned mouth shut unless you’re begging for mercy.” The Brazilian import promised even as she caught a Wristlock to haul the heiress to boot-leather. Campos tugged the smaller brunette in close, drove a miniature Shoulderblock into opposing sternum, then took a big step back and sent Burlingame into the far corner with a heavy Irish Whip. Lily’s pace was smooth and steady despite the recent punishment and she twisted through a half circle at the perfect moment to minimize the ‘bwung’ of butt on buckles.
Luisa made no note of this because she was already heading down Burlingame’s back-trail with a crushing Clothesline at the-- Lily shot her left foot straight out, meaning to drive her heel straight through the other brunette’s belly. You can imagine her disappointment then when Campos hit the brakes and grabbed hold of the Star Strider’s ankle. “Too f*cking slow, puta.” Luisa sneered. “Can’t believe I NNNNGGGHH!”
Burlingame brought her right leg up ‘n over in a makeshift Enzugiri that collided with the side of her rival’s head! Pearls stutter-stepped away, one hand pressed to her aching skull. As for Lily, she boosted herself onto the second rope and just waited until Campos glanced back at the cor-- the Roseate Rocket leapt out with her knees raised to hip level and both arms spread wide. Lacing her hands behind Luisa’s head in the blink of an eye, Burlingame laid out flat to yank her opponent face-first onto her knees and shins!
DIVING LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EdnEXgNlbP4
Luisa’s head snapped up and the rest of her followed obligingly, Pearls tumbling across canvas before Lily pounced across her chest in a miniature Splash. Burlingame didn’t think Campos was done just yet, but it didn’t stop the heiress making the mouthy brat carry every bit of her weight through…
ONE…
TWO…
Luisa kicked out at ‘TWO’ as Lily had suspected, not that it bothered her in the slightest because she wasn’t even closed to finish with Marisol’s obnoxious BFF.
“Can’t believe what, Pearly?” Burlingame got right back in the trash talk game as she got to her feet and forced Campos to do the same. “Can’t believe how quickly I put you flat on your ass? Well hold on tight bytch, I’m just getting started.”
Pivoting so she was shoulder to shoulder on the Brazilian’s left side, the Star Strider hooked her right arm around Luisa’s left bicep, grabbed hold of that wrist in her free hand and tumbled into a forward roll that ended with both ladies on their backs. No pinning predicament this, Lily twined her right leg around Luisa’s left thigh, then twisted in beneath Pearls to hook her left leg over Campos’ head. “ERRHH, LEGGO!” Luisa began to kick and squirm. “I SAID LEGGO PUTAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!”
GROUNDED OCTOPUS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8sOLyi_P-Ag
Burlingame trapped Campos’ right arm beneath her left bicep, wrenching it back in a simple Armbar while also puuuuuuuuuuushing down on Luisa’s head with her left thigh. “What’s wrong, can’t go anywhere?” Lily teased as the grounded Octopus wrenched Luisa in several directions at once. “You can always tap out if you need a hand!”
“EAT SHYT!” Campos screamed at the top of her lungs. “YOU CAN’T MAKE ME NGH! NGH! NNNNHHH!”
Burlingame crooked her right arm into a ‘V’ and jabbed that bony dagger against her opponent’s ribs before securing a claw-hold straight from the Harley Jo Collins playbook. “Oh yes I can, baby.” Lily murmured as she worked the various angles of that painful hold. “Don’t you doubt it for a second.”
Luisa said nothing in response so Lily held her tongue as well, the resultant silence spinning out for perhaps ten seconds before a soft groan from Pearls caught the official’s attention. “You ok, Luisa? Need me to call it?”
“You think this little yoga stretch is enough to end my night?” Campos stopped reaching for the rope and grabbed onto Lily’s heel instead, the tag specialist fighting but ultimately failing to dislodge Burlingame’s cranking leg. Undaunted, Pearls smacked a heel against the canvas and reached toward the strands once more. “Puta’s got nothing, Carpenter. Now stop wasting my timOOOWW!”
Lily released the claw only to CRACK an open palmed slap against the Brazilian’s velvet-sheathed flank. The Crimson Comet dug in again, then squeezed harder to emphasize her next question. “What was that, Luisa?” she asked.
“I said you got nothing, puta.”
The second CRACK was louder, Lily putting a bit more wind-up on that buggywhip slap. “Sorry, didn’t catch that.” Burlingame’s tone was pleasantly cold. “What do I have?”
“Nothing.”
CRAACK!
“Say again?”
“I said you GOT NOTHING!”
CRAAAAAACK!
“Shyt, the accoustics in this place are just lousy. One more time?”
“I SAID YOU GOT F*CKING NOTHING, RICH GIRL!” Luisa bellowed. “NOW LET ME GOOW! OW! OW! OW!”
Lily tenderized that defenseless flank with half a dozen more slaps before she paused to run her fingertips across that slap scorched one-piece. “Huh. You know, that’s what I THOUGHT you were saying, but I figured I had to be mistaken because CLEARLY I’ve got at least one thing.” the heiress chided. “You know what it is, don’t you Pearly?”
Campos stained her free limbs toward the sanctuary of the ropes only to hiss in furious disappointment when they remained stubbornly out of reach. Quelling the urge to smash a frustrated heel against the mat, she grunted, “Like I already told you, rich girl. You ain’t got shyt-HEY! OH PUTA DON’T YOU F*CKING DAREEEERRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Luisa keened in shocked outrage when Burlingame forcibly wormed her right hand through the keyhole in Campos’ top and clamped down on her left breast!
“You’re right Pearls, I’ve got less than shyt. I’ve got you. Hey, do you think the twins want to come out and play?”
Luisa had a death grip on the other brunette’s right wrist, though she’d had no success extracting Lily’s claw thus far. “Try it, brat. I swear you’ll leave this f*cking ring on a stretcOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW F*CKING STOP!”
Burlingame narrowed her focus to a pincer, the former Lightweight Champion avenging an earlier slight with some truly savage tweaking. Campos’ shrieking prompted another round of questions from Al, each and every one of them ignored because Lily released all her hooks and rolled Luisa onto her belly with a dismissive little nudge from one foot. She probably should’ve gone for a cover (she could already hear ‘Ronnie chastising her for the choice) but the heiress felt a strong desire to show Pearls just what the hell Joanna Coleman meant when she talked about ‘that Burlingame Swagger’.
So instead of a pin she stood up, planted a boot between Campos’ shoulders and raised her left hand high overhead. Thumb extended to show off the invisible detonator, the Star Strider brought it down and was rewarded with an appropriately earth-shattering KABOOM!
Barely resisting the urge to Splash down on the Brazilian’s lower back over and over and over again, Lily settled for a double handful of hair that she converted into a perfectly-legal Cravate before Carpenter could do so much as grumble about the tugging. With Luisa bent over double by the simple stretch, the Roseate Rocket planted her weight on her right leg so she could thun-thun-thun-THUNK a quartet of Kneelifts into her opponent’s forehead. Once Campos’ legs were suitably jellied, Burlingame spun her ‘round behind without breaking the hold. From there she sank into a crouch and leapt skyward, the former Lightweight Champion floating up ‘n over Pearls to land on her knees while Luisa was THWHAMMED down on the back of her head and shoulders! Sprawled out flat in the wake of that gorgeous Standing Shiranui, Campos only sputtered in breathless protest when Lily sat down on her chest and collected both legs behind the knee in a greedy Reverse Matchbook good for the…
STANDING SHIRANUI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRSk17d_I9Q
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The Brazilian Bombshell got both hands against the heiress’ tush and shoved, breaking the pin with perhaps half a second to spare.
Lily was up and back at it with no delay, the red-clad brunette unworried by her rival’s narrow escape. “Don’t want me to sit on you anymore?” Burlingame queried as she peeled Pearls off the mat. “Then get on your feet, buttercup.”
“Oh bytch,” Luisa rasped, “you’re gonna learn to watch your f*cking mouth if it’s the last thing I WHOAHNNNGGHH!”
Lily hooked an arm around Campos’ shoulders, slipped the other between opposing thighs and scooped her up onto one shoulder neat as you please. Her ascent was quick, her descent downright sudden, Luisa voicing a loud ‘OOOOFFFFHH!’ when Burlingame put her spine on the pine courtesy of a Scoop Slam. “Hey, I know it’s still a little early in the season,” the girl who was Cherry Bomb called to the FAWNatics en route to the nearest corner, “but would you guys be interested in some fireworks?”
The answer was a resounding ‘YES!’, just as Lily had anticipated. Catching hold of the top rope when she reached the corner, the Star Strider leapt up and turned a half circle in the process so that she landed in a nimble crouch atop the high rent district. Most wrestlers, even the nimblest of highfliers, would’ve held their position for a moment if only to check for any last second adjustments.
As the history books have already shown, Lily Burlingame was not most wrestlers. Thus there was not so much as a heartbeat’s worth of hesitation before she sprang out into the aether and swooped into a steep dive that-- Luisa rolled toward the corner her attacker had so recently vacated, leaving nothing but a stretch of empty canvas from the Maroon MissilNOOOO! Burlingame adjusted mid-dive, transforming what would’ve been a disastrous Senton Atomico into a simple forward roll that brought her back to verticality almost three quarters of the way across the ring!
Elsewhere, Luisa Campos had also made her way to boot-leather, though she’d used the ropes to help achieve that state. Spotting Burlingame on the other side of the ring, Pearls snarled, “YOU’RE MINE NOW, RICH GIRL!” She chased this threat across the squared circle while Lily rushed out to meet it, the pair of warring brunettes on a collision cour-- Lily took to the skies, ‘smecked’ her legs around Luisa’s head and-- a grudgingly impressed ‘oooooohhhhhh’ when Campos cinched her arms around the heiress’ thighs and dropped into a deep squat to stop the ‘Rana in its tracks. The look on Burlingame’s face suggested she didn’t much care for this predicament, nor did her mood improve when Luisa straightened up and muscled the smaller wrestler onto her shoulders in the stall for a Powerbomb.
Cupping the back of Pearls’ head with one desperate hand, Lily pulled herself in even closer to land half a dozen punches to the crown of her foe’s-- Campos tossed her forward and dropped to her butt, the Brazilian bombshell DRIVING Lily into the canvas with a huge Sit-Out Powerbomb! The ring-ratting impact left Lily folded in half Matchbook-style, which made it even easier for Luisa to slip her calves over the other brunette’s biceps for the…
SIT-OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2f4i-Y1qzbI
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Burlingame jolted loose, turning onto her side for a few seconds before Campos grabbed hold at hip and shoulder and tugged her onto her back.
“You got a lot of f*cking nerve, rich girl.” Pearls stuffed her right knee into the pit of the heiress’ belly and leaned down hard, the infuriated tag specialist making a concentrated effort to crush the air from Lily’s lungs while pinning her like a bug on a card. “You really think you can put your stubby little hands on these curves?” she swept her fingers down the swell of breasts so there was no misunderstanding. “And live to see the sun come up? You’re even dumber than you f*cking looNNGHHMMRRHH!”
The Crimson Comet flicked her right hand up for a Bytch Slap that transformed into an embarrassing grip that distended the Brazilian’s gorgeous features into an embarrassing fish-face. “You don’t like it, Luisa?” Lily’s growl sounded far wheezier than normal thanks to that encroaching knee. “Then you should’ve been more careful with my topPOOOOOOWWWWW BYTCH!”
Campos retaliated with a CRAAACKING two-handed Overhand Slap delivered directly to her foe’s bounty. Taking a page from Burlingame’s book, Luisa bore down on her target, Pearls squeezing and kneading, clawing and scoring Lily’s breasts. The former Lightweight Champion shrieked in pain but refused to abandon the grip on Campos’ lower face. Not only did she not release this grip, she added a second, a retaliatory Breast Claw that had Luisa keening against the other brunette’s muffling palm.
“WHEAGBIDGE!” Campos shrieked at thrashing adversary. “LEGGOFMYTIDS OOOOOOOWWWWWW!”
Burlingame broke the Iron Claw, slapped Luisa’s mouth out of pure spite, then doubled down on that greedy jugg-grip! “Not until you let go, you catty little WITCH!” Lily threatened through clenched teeth.
Pearls sneered, an expression of absolute disdain. “You’re not getting these back until you BEG AAAAHHHH FAAAAAAAAAHK!”
“Better idea, honey. Tap out now and I won’t march you up the aisle on a Walk of ShamMMMAAAAAAWWWWW SHYT!”
Luisa hooked her fingers into the cups of Lily’s top and spilled her girls for the second time that evening! “What’s wrong, don’t’ cover up now!” Campos caught hold of Lily’s wrists when she gave up her grips to deal with her disrespected top. Driving the other brunette’s hands and forearms against the mat, Pearls scooted up and shifted her weight from side to side, the better to pin Burlingame’s arms tight to her sides. Technically it was a pin, thus Al Carpenter’s low dive into place beside the action.
“What do you think you’re doing, idiot?” Luisa barked at the lanky zebra. “Can’t you see her shoulders are up?”
The ref frowned, pushed to one knee and would’ve made the check if the Brazilian Bombshell hadn’t pinched her opponent’s nubs between thumb and forefinger and puuuuuuuuulled hard enough to make Lily arch her back in anguish! “See? Shoulders up!” Luisa began to twist while Burlingame kicked her heels against the mat in obvious distress. “Looks like she might submit though, don’t you think?” Ask her. Ask her, dammit!”
“What do you say, Lily?” the ref questioned. “Need me to call it?”
“NO!” she bellowed. “NO, I WON’T GO OUT LIKE FAAAAAAAAAHK! STAAAAAAAAAAHP!”
“YOU’LL GO OUT HOWEVER I DAMNED WELL WANT YOU TO, RICH GIRL!” Luisa roared down at teary-eyed prey. “Now, do you TAP? Or do I TWISTOHHEYF*CKNOOOO!”
Campos had leaned back to better deliver her taunt, so Lily kicked her legs up and slipped them under Pearls’ biceps. Just like that she popped her hips and rolled forward to end up on her rump while Campos was stretched out on her back, the startled battler thrashing and twisting as she fought to escape the Sunset Flip ahead of the…
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Luisa tumbled loose thanks to a backward somersault that returned her to verticality a few long steps removed from THWHACK! Lily didn’t get a chance to raise her hands before Campos rushed her and drilled both heels into the center of her forehead with Basement Dropkick. The former Lightweight champ got knocked flat and rolled up tight in the same breath, Luisa hooking a snug Back Press to point Burlingame’s ass at the rafters for…
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A relieved roar from the FAWNatics when Lily twisted loose of the pin as Carpenter’s hand was coming down for ‘THREE!’ Campos was far less pleased, the infuriated brunette directing her anger at the official just long enough to flip him a pair of middle fingers. Then it was back to Lily, Luisa hair-hauling her opponent off the canvas in a series of violent, spasmodic tugs. Pinning Burlingame’s right arm over her head in a Half Nelson as soon as she was vertical, Luisa twisted the both of ‘em toward the hard camera to ensure the widest possible audience when she brought her left hand around and over, Pearls just maaaaaaaaaauling the hurtin’ highflier’s bounty as thoroughly as possible.
“Nasty bytch.” Lily fought to get a grip on the other brunette’s left wrist with limited (read: no) success. “I am gonna make you f*cking sorry for this catty shyWHOOAAAHHNNNGGGHH!”
Luisa sank into a deep squat and snapped off a gorgeous bridge that THWHUNKED Burlingame down nice and high on the back of her head and shoulders. Stacked up but good in the wake of Campos’ nasty Reach Around, the Star Strider wriggled fitfully while the Swelter crowd joined Al in counting off…
(almost) THE REACH AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqURU855ElY
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Lily oozed out of Luisa’s grip and onto her stomach, preserving her place in the match by the narrowest of margins.
“F*CK!” Pearls slapped both hands against the mat, then buried ‘em in her hair for a single prolonged tug. Ever so slightly calmed (or at least focused) by this painful practice, the Brazilian Bombshell helped herself to Lily’s dark locks and was far less subtle with the tugging used to haul her upright. “I’m going to put your goddamned skull right through the mat, rich girl.” Campos threatened as she walked Lily toward the nearest corner. “And THEN I’m going to shred your tits in front of the whole world!”
A pair of heavy turnbuckle smashes kept Burlingame from responding and left her woozy enough to offer no meaningful resistance when Pearls turned her around and muscled her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. Already knowing exactly what she was gonna do, Luisa moved Lily’s legs from inside to outside, thus allowing the tag specialist an easier perch when she mounted the second rope. “Hope you didn’t burn through all your data snapping shots of her pathetic tits!” Campos taunted the FAWNatics as she drew Burlingame into a Front Facelock and slung the near arm across her shoulders. In all this noise she heard nothing from Lily herself, but that was ok, she’d be pleading soon enough. Catching a gaudy handful of her rival’s waistband, Luisa dipped her knees and-- Lily wrapped her free hand around the top rope to anchor both brunettes in place. “Too late for that, puta.” Luisa scoffed. “You belong to me noOOOOH BYTCH!”
Abandoning her lifeline, the Star Strider reached up, grabbed hold of the keyhole in Campos’ one-piece and tore it wide open with hard-hearted yank! Reeling back as she instinctively started to cover up, Pearls left herself open for a big Haymaker to the chin, which in turn allowed Lily to reel her into a Front Facelock of her own. Hooked for a Suplex in the span between heartbeats, Luisa keened in infuriated surprise when Burlingame muscled her up to about one o’clock, then slung her out and down, Pearls plummeting through the void to THUMP down on her face, chest and belly!
Campos bounced up and flopped over, the devastated battler writhing through a quarter turn to end up in a most dangerous position so close to the high rent district. Speaking of which, the Crimson Comet stood up straight and raised one hand overhead, but when the FAWNatics raised their own detonators she brought it down to flip Campos a vindictive middle finger! The Swelter crowd gave her a huge ‘BOOM!’ anyway and that was all the impetus Lily needed to head for the heavens, throwing herself into that head-first front flip whilst simultaneously spinning like a buzzsaw. THUWHAM!
CHERRY WARHEAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zFj8aik3gVE
The Cherry Warhead detonated full force, Burlingame blowing Luisa Campos to smithereens much to the delight of the capacity crowd. Bouncing onto her haunches in the aftermath of that heavy, heavy ordinance, Lily swung a leg over and sat down HARD on Pearls’ upturned features! Smart money would’ve been to hook the leg, but smart money hadn’t had their rack worked over the whole night, so no one really blamed the Star Strider when she crooked her hands into claws and mauled Campos’ juggs without mercy while Al tolled the…
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Burlingame pumped a fist when the bell sounded, yet she didn’t give up her perch. Rather she honed in on her rival’s nipples and gave them a lingering twissssssssst that didn’t end until the official was finished proclaiming, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… LILY BURLINGAME!”
“And don’t you f*cking forget it!” Lily slapped her opponent’s belly, got up and strutted to the center of the ring so Al could raise her hand. Finally allowing herself a smile as she soaked in the win, Burlingame jogged to the far corner, hopped onto the middle rope and raised a pair of index fingers. “Enough of the tacky poseurs!” she told the ringside FAWNatics. It’s about time I got back in the hunt for some REAL jewelry!” Everyone within the sound of her voice knew what that meant but it didn’t stop the heiress from strapping an invisible belt around her waist.
Pleased by the thunderous reaction, Burlingame jumped down, jogged over to the next corner and mounted the middle rope. “Whadda ya think?” she called to the throng. “Wanna see me take a shot at the Slappin’ SenNNNNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
A fist smashed between her thighs, doubling the Lightweight stalwart over in nauseated agony!
Behind her, Luisa Campos swiped hair off her face and spat, “You think we’re done, rich girl? Uh-UH! No chance!” Lily only ‘eeped’ so Pearls turned around and slipped her head between the other brunette’s thighs. After that she wrapped her arms around the Crippled Comet’s waist and marched her out of the corner, all the better to THAWHAM Burlingame down on the back of her head and shoulders with a Powerbomb!
“All right Luisa, clear off!” Al barked even as the Brazilian circled around to the top of Burlingame’s head. “You’ve proved your point, you don’t need to-- c’mon, that’s in poor taste!”
Reverse Face Sit, Luisa Campos to Lily Burlingame.
Stripping her seat to the waist with a single wicked pass of her claws, Pearls answered the previous mauling with some of her own, just gouging and kneading her foe’s pert breasts! “You wanna tweak me?” Luisa hissed. “You wanna tweak me, rich girl? Let me show you how its done!” And that’s exactly what she did, Campos twisting, then pulling those defenseless nubs until Lily was keening into her undercarriage.
The sound of zebra hooves trampling down the ramp brought Luisa’s fun to an end, the malicious brunette barrel rolling under the bottom rope to get clear of the squared circle. “THAT’S WHAT YOU GET!” Campos bellowed as she backpedaled up the ramp. “NEXT TIME I’LL STRIP YOU DOWN AND MAKE YOU BEG!”
In the ring Lily curled into a ball with both arms crossed over her chest, then turned to lock eyes with Pearls.
“YOU’LL BEG, PUTA!” Campos promised. “YOU THINK YOU HURT NOW? IT AIN’T NOTHING!”
Smiling a little wider, she kissed her fingertips, pivoted a hip in Burlingame’s direction and gave her cheeks a tart slap. Message delivered, Luisa whipped around on one heel and flounced up the aisle while basking in the disdain raining down from all sides.