Post by hawkeye on Aug 2, 2020 23:50:27 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event!” the Announcer proclaimed once the Red, White & Bruised crowd had brought it down to a dull roar. “The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, the challenger! Hailing from Stovington Vermont, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds! Representing the Black Court, she is the Ace, the Bankable Bombshell and a THREE TIME former FAWN World Champion! Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPoIznBujEA
SUE BURLINGAME:
Already on their feet, the sea of FAWNatics swelled a little higher when ‘Crown on the Ground’ barged its way into the arena. Shortly thereafter the Ace of the Black Court stepped into view and stretched her arms in a wide ‘T’ to call forth a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro.
For her first attempt at a record-breaking fourth World Title reign (or as she liked to think of it, reclaiming stolen property) the Rainmaker was sheathed in a sleek black ‘Aces High’ tank-top that effectively covered every bit of her ring gear that wasn’t pads or boots. Perfectly aware of the consternation this caused the among the FAWN faithful, Burlingame reached down to the bottom edge… then lifted that hand to show off four raised fingers. Flashing a smile as a goodly portion of the crowd began chanting ‘SUSIE FOUR TIMES!’ at the top of their lungs, Sue grabbed hold of her tank in both hands, peeled it up over her head and slung it over one shoulder before she started down the aisle. The doffing of her ceremonial armor revealed a dark blue two-piece with mellow golden trim. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look, not that anyone paid too much attention to such trivial details as she vaulted onto the apron and over the top rope one right after the other.
Wheeling around to face the stage as soon as she touched down, Sue sidled up to Nick Castle but didn’t allow him to commence final inspection until he’d carefully counted the four fingers she held inches in front of his face. Shooing him away once the deed was done, Burlingame moved to the far corner and settled in for a series of last minute stretches while she waited out the arrival of a woman she knew very, very well.
“And introducing her opponent! Hailing from Denver, Colorado she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-three pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, the BFG and the Camouflage Crusher, but tonight she is also THEE REIGNING AND DEFENDING FAWN WORLD CHAMPION, this is BECKY CLAYTON!”
The noise level was already cacophonous, it got dangerously close to deafening when ‘White Flag’ hit the speakers.
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down
I won't ever hit the ground, hit the ground
Playing dead, I'll never do
Gotta keep an eye on you
Patience is wearing thin, paper thin
Promises broke again, what a sin
But it only feeds my energy
So don't expect no sympathy
Smoke, fire, it's all going up
Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood?
Smoke, fire, flares are going up, flares are going up!
BECKY CLAYTON:
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s arrival, the victorious veteran blowing through the curtain to claim the spotlight at the center of the stage with FAWN’s biggest prize strapped tight around her waist. Greeting her Howling Commandos with a double bicep flex that wasn’t so much tickets to the gun show as it was a display of overwhelming firepower, the Peacekeeper reached behind her back one-handed, undid the snaps and hoisted aloft the prize she’d wrested from FAWN’s crimson nightmare at Summer Swelter. “It was a looooooooong way back to the top.” Clayton admitted to the cameraman that bustled in close to get a better shot at the gold. “But now that I’ve reclaimed the high ground? I’ll never give it up… not even to an Ace.” Point made, she draped the belt over her right shoulder and headed for the squared circle. For tonight’s round of war games the hardbody blonde wore a black & green camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with flat black pads and boots and few wraps of dark green wrist-tape.
Taking her time to zig-zag across the aisle so she could swat each and every outstretched hand, Clayton made a sharp right when she reached the base of the ramp just to repeat the process for everyone at ringside. With the troops properly rallied Becky stomped up the steel steps and leapt over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, she spun toward the hard camera, then raised the title with one hand and snapped off that trademark salute with the other. Still holding the gold high, she turned to Sue but instead of a salute she extended her free hand and beckoned her fingers once, twice, three times.
You want it? that gesture said. Come and get it.
Burlingame met Clayton’s smile with one of her own.
“I will.” she whispered.
Tense from the moment the Announcer stepped into the spotlight, the atmosphere in the FAWN Arena was positively crackling by the time the bell CLANGED and the Peacekeeper strode forth to meet the challenge of the Rainmaker. Approach from both sides was quick and confident, as would be expected from two women that’d spent years of their career as pillars of the Black Court. Indeed they were friends as well as allies on Emily’s great game board, but the Amazing Academic (not to mention her Lady in Waiting) could tell you a great many stories about the sparring sessions between Burlingame and Clayton. Sparring sessions that regularly evolved into full on torture tests, as each wrestler steadfastly refused to cede a fall, let alone a submission to her opponent.
Thoughts of previous battles must’ve weighed heavy on both of their minds because they stopped just shy of lock-up range. After a moment’s hard eye contact, Sue broke into a wide, smirking smile. “Put me right at the top of your list, Bex. I appreciate the hell out of that. Definitely a bold choice… you might come to regret it.”
Clayton shook her head ‘no’. “It was always gonna be you, Sue. After all, it was Morgan I pinned to win the World Title the first time. ‘Bout time I showed you how it feels to lose to the BFG.”
Burlingame’s dark eyes gleamed with competitive fire. Almost any other woman on the roster would’ve tasted the back of her palm for such sass, but Clayton got a hand extended in her direction. “We shake now and we shake after the bell.” the heiress suggested. “In between I give you that spanking that Lisa never quite managed.”
“Someone’s needed to put you over their knee for a long time, Sue.” Becky chided as she accepted the challenger’s offering. “I’m so glad it gets to be mine.”
Burlingame cupped the top of Clayton’s hand with her free hand and gave it a single quick shake. “Bring out the biggest guns you got, Bex. Because I’m here to whoop your camouflage lovin’ ass!”
They broke apart and started to circle, Clayton settling into a grappler’s crouch while Burlingame adopted the rangy martial arts stance that’d served her so-- Bex pounced, sweeping the Ace into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up that forced Sue to retreat a few steps before she steadied her footing and tummied up on the World Champ. There was a brief stalemate, then Sue reclaimed one step… two steps… three…
‘Ooooohhhhh!’ from the crowd when Becky gathered her strength and sent Sue staggering backward with a huge shove! “COME ON!” Becky barked over the din of the FAWNatics. “You wanna be Susie Four Times on my watch? Come and take it, honeybunch!”
Sue nodded, raked hair out of her eyes and darted in to-THWHAP! The One Woman Army readied for a second clench and paid for the assumption when Burlingame laid a lashing kick across the meat of her left thigh. Grimacing, Clayton shook the limb out, then beckoned the Ace in. “That all you got? This ain’t sparring in an empty gym, SueNNNGGHH!”
Susan kicked Becky’s right thigh before catching her in a Lock-Up of her own. Making a point to scrub the heel of one palm across the Destroyer’s mouth, Burlingame adopted a more traditional chin-push after that bit of roughhousing and used it to march Clayton into the nearest “OOOOFFFFHHH!”
Not about to take any of Sue’s ‘Who’s the Baddest?’ sass when she strolled to the ring with the big belt around her waist, Becky pivoted on one foot and pumped the broadside of her right thigh into the heiress’ midsection with a Crossover Kneelift. Sue’s grip fell away but Becky’s did not, indeed she slung one arm over the challenger’s shoulder and threaded the other between her thighs, the Camouflage Crusher making a point to grip a healthy handful of Burlingame backside before she scooped her onto one shoulder and THWHUMPED her to the deck with a textbook Scoop Slam!
Sue bounced hard, sat up and tried to rise but Becky palmed her shoulders and forced her to lay flat long enough for the champ to drive a heavy Elbow Drop into her sternum! Burlingame ‘oofffed’, turned onto one side and got drawn right back so Clayton could hook the far leg for…
ONE…
Sue bucked out and spun to one knee whereupon reaching Bex cupped both ears and pounded a Headbutt into the bridge of her nose!
“C’mon Ace, get up!” Clayton ordered as she pulled the woozy battler to her feet. Sue did as told though she didn’t stay there long because the BFG scooped her up for a second Body Slam. Becky didn’t put her down right away, however. Rather she turned in a full circle that showed off her burden to all four sides of the arena. Then she pushed up on tiptoes and slung Burlingame to the deck with an unpleasant THWHUMP! Sue squirmed without sitting up, so Clayton circled around to her left, leapt straight up and came down with every bit of her hundred and forty-plus pounds Splashing across the challenger’s tummy! Catching her opponent’s legs when they popped into the air, the Camouflage Crusher rolled her way into a nice Back Press that lasted through…
ONE…
Susan kicked out, sat up and threw an angry little elbow into Becky’s flank. “Get your ass offa me, ClayTRRRGGH!”
Clayton slapped on a tight Side Headlock and gave it a few rough pulses before she got to her feet with Burlingame scrambling alongside. “What’s wrong, hun? Already had enougGHOOOFFHH!”
There was nothing little about Susan’s second elbow, it gouged the champ’s navel hard enough to lift Becky off her feet. Didn’t break the Headlock though, which probably explained her irritated tone when she grunted, “Don’t ask stupid questions, Clayton. Unless you’re trying to piss me eerrrrGGNNHH!”
Bex turned her Headlock into a Front Facelock so she could yoke up on the Courtier’s noggin while simultaneously hammering her across the shoulders with a pair of Overhand Forearm Smashes! “Does getting your ass handed to you piss you off, Susie Three Times?” Becky barked. “I hope it does!”
Sue answered by plunging half a dozen shiv-like rights into her midsection, so Clayton thanked her with another Forearm Smash and a Kneelift for good measure. Once that ledger was settled she ‘hupped’ the Rainmaker onto her right shoulder and THAWHAMMED her to the canvas with her heaviest Body Slam yet! Sue sat up, Becky stretched her out and ran the ropes immediately thereafter. Covering the return trip in a few long strides, the Peacekeeper took to the skies and kicked both legs forward, all the better to bring the full weight of one summer-tanned gam thumping down on--“NNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Sue barrel-rolled out of the way, leaving the hardbody blonde to land tailbone-first on the unforgiving canvas! Becky grimaced but rolled to one knee without wasting any ti--“HEY! LEGGONNGGGHH!”
Not about to miss even a small opportunity, Burlingame laced her hands around Clayton’s head and wrenched it to one side with a Cravate that provided a suitable distraction for the Kneelift the struck the center of her forehead! “You think roughing me up a little counts as an ass kicking, sweetie?” the Rainmaker scoffed as she used the Cravate to muscle Clayton back to boot-leather. “You been out on your own for too long! Allow me to remind what an ass kicking really is!” Burlingame stepped forward and dropped to one knee to flip Bex onto her butt for the second time in less than a minute thanks to a quick Snapmare. Rising behind the seated soldier, Sue cleared off by a few steps, then rushed forward and THWHACKED a Soccer Kick between her rival’s shoulders!
SNAPMARE & SOCCER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oYEgkOQxuec
Becky groaned and her back arched, both hands flying into the air to form frozen claws. Slightly ahead of the champ in wake of the Soccer Kick, Burlingame looked over one shoulder and almost casually pistoned her right foot back into Becky’s face with an echoing THWHACK!
BASEMENT SIDE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f7lLpSZLnEU
Clayton’s head snapped back and the rest of her followed thereafter, so Susan hurried into place off her left side and launched herself up & backward for a Standing Moonsault that brought the challenger crashing down atop her rival’s chest. Bex groaned, couldn’t squirm free before the heiress hooked the far leg and drew it close for the…
ONE…
The champ fought out well before ‘TWO’ but got mired in a snug Sleeper the instant she sat up. “Trying to put me away fast, Bex?” Susan muttered as she squeeeeeeezed Clayton’s noggin in the vise of forearm and bicep. “I’m almost insultNGH!”
The One Woman Army paid back Burlingame’s elbow with one of her own, the bony joint digging into the multi-time World Champ’s vaunted abdomen. Sue didn’t abandon the Sleeper but she cleared off enough for Clayton to make it to one knee and then back to boot leath--an “OOOFFFHH!” from Becky and a cheer from the FAWNatics when Burlingame turned the Sleeper into a hair-hold and used it to guide the champ’s mug into a short, heavy Hip Check!
Becky was knocked fully upright by the blow, however her defenses were thoroughly scrambled and so she was unable to stop Susan from catching a Front Waistlock or wedging her head beneath the blonde’s left arm. Hands knotted against the small of Clayton’s back, Burlingame dipped deep and snapped off a perfect bridge to THWHUMP the Camouflage Crusher onto the canvas. Always delighted by a glimpse of the Northern Lights in such a southern locale, the crowd readied itself to help Nick Castle with his count, only to hold its collective tongue because the Ace somersaulted over her grounded adversary to regain her feet while also forcing Becky to do the same!
Their arrangement was ideal for a second Northern Lights, so of course Burlingame pulled her head from under Clayton’s arm and slipped ‘round behind to claim a more traditional Waistlock. Eyes going wide as she recognized the danger of her position, Bex grabbed hold of Susan’s wrists and crouched as low as she could to guard against--NO DICE! Sue sunk *that* much lower and didn’t so much pop her hips as she did explode, the Ace just DRIVING the back of her friend’s head and shoulders into the deck with a vicious German Suplex!
The throw left Clayton in a perfect Matchbook, yet Nick wasn’t called upon to make a count because Burlingame tumbled over the vulnerable Destroyer and hauled her upright with the Waistlock stubbornly intact! No resistance from Becky now, her hands hung limp at her sides until Susan forced them a whole lot higher by pinning the blonde’s arms overhead in a Full Nelson. With Clayton’s chin pressed deep into the top of her own cleavage, the Rainmaker peeled off one more bridge and this time she held it, Sue going up on tiptoe in the wake of the THWHUMP caused by her Dragon Suplex.
DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YVJ5GYH0D-c
Already close to the action, Castle dove in and counted…
ONE…
TWO…
Becky kicked out just after ‘TWO!’ and flopped over onto her stomach with both arms swaddling the back of her head. Sue didn’t bother to double check the count, she knew it was still way too soon to finish off a Brick Hithouse like Rebecca Clayton, but it was good to know she was wearing the powerhouse down. “C’mon Bex, you wanna prove those championship chops? Then you gotta suffer a little!”
The BFG made a noise suggesting she didn’t much care for this assertion, not that it prevented Susan from dragging her to verticality with a strong handful of hair. Snuggling in close on the champ’s left side, Burlingame snaked that leg over Clayton’s left thigh, then reached across the other wrestler’s broad back to slide her left arm beneath Becky’s right bicep.
“AAAAAAAHHHH!” Bex couldn’t contain a yowl of hurt when Sue wrenched that arm backward and sank down deep to complete the Abdominal Stretch.
“Knock off that whining, soldier!” Sue chided in a surprisingly passable R. Lee Ermy voice. “I don’t wanna hear any caterwauling unless you’re about to surrender that big gold NGH!”
Clayton crooked her left arm into a ‘V’ and wasted no time driving the point of that elbow into the bronzed meat of her rival’s thigh. “First off, NEVER use that voice with me again.” Bex grimaced. “Second,” she landed another elbow and made a point of grrrrrrrrriiiiinding it into the Ace’s thigh, “let me go, SuOOOOOWWWW!”
Burlingame flattened her right hand into a paddle and SLAPPED it down against the champ’s washboard abs once, twice, three times! “Don’t play dumb with me, Becky.” there was steel in the challenger’s voice as she transformed her spankin’ hand into a trowel in an attempt to dig some quit from Clayton’s tummy, “You know I don’t LET chicks go until they’re bawling. And since you’re not…” she jabbed her index finger into Bex’s navel and gouged down deep.
The Camouflage Crusher grimaced, but shook her head ‘no’ the instant Nick Castle closed in to check. “Don’t enable her, Nick.” Clayton huffed. “Sue needs to learn it’s gonna take more than this to get the gold from around EEEERRRRHHH!” Removing the ice pick from Bex’s tummy, Susan reached down, laid claim to her right ankle and pulled it up off the canvas at a painfully awkward angle.
LEG TRAP ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCsXRrXVxn0
Forced to lean all her weight on her left leg, Clayton couldn’t help but brace against Burlingame’s encroaching knee, which only exacerbated the already painful angle of her svelte torso. “That more your speed, Becky?” the Bankable Bombshell’s voice was cool now, almost business-like as she went about stretching her former stable-mate every which way but loose. “If not I could wrench your neck too? Would’ja like that, tuff girl?”
Bex grit her teeth and tried to pull her foot from Sue’s grasp with no noticeable success. After a moment’s silence she muttered, “Bring your best, Susan. If you don’t, then why are we even herRRAAAAARRRGGGHH!”
Sue squatted down and yoked back to put that much more pressure on Clayton’s twisted frame. “Ask her, Nick.” she said to the official. “I know she wants you to. I can feNGH!”
Becky’s left arm came up outta nowhere, a swift white-knuckled fist that clipped the point of Burlingame’s chin neat as you please! It didn’t quite break the Abdominal Stretch but it did give the champ her captured leg back and with the strength of her vertical base doubled it didn’t take long for Clayton to sling the Courtier up & over with a Hip Toss that plopped Sue flat on her butt!
Cringing at the jolt that ran from her tailbone to the nape of her neck, Burlingame-- The Peacekeeper dove in low, Becky leading with her right shoulder to THWHACK a sawed-off European Uppercut against the base of her opponent’s skull! Sue pitched forward, might’ve tumbled to one side or the other if Clayton hadn’t palmed her head in both hands and tugged her back to a seat.
“Did you feel THAT, Sue?” Becky asked as she got to her feet behind the slumping challenger. “Speak up, honeybunch. I’m talking to you!”
This demand was followed by a loud ‘smeck’ and an even louder groan from the Ace because Clayton clamped her mitts to Burlingame’s shoulders and dug in deep! Squirming in the grasp of the E-Tool, Sue kicked her feet and reached back with both hands to grab hold of the blonde’s wrists. It all looked a little ungainly yet it must’ve worked because it wasn’t long before the heiress had pivoted to one--
“HHHRRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Becky spun Sue off her perch and bore down all the harder, just driving the Courtier’s pert tush into the canvas-sheathed plywood. “Break my grip.” Clayton demanded of the opposition. “C’mon, Sue. You’re the best in the world, right? Then go ahead and break my grip, if you can!” Becky emphasized this demand by going up on tiptoe and leaaaaaaaaaaning down on the E-Tool, this additional pressure causing Burlingame to beat one heel against the mat in a show of truculent hurt.
“You hanging in there, Sue?” Nick asked after several more seconds of uninterrupted suffering. “Need me to call for the--”
“It took two crazy bytches and a tazer to get the World Title offa me last time, Castle.” the challenger grunted through clenched teeth. “You really think Becky’s special deep tissue massage is gonna do OOOOHHH F*CKING SHYT!”
Becky shifted her hands slightly, allowing her to gouge her thumbs into Burlingame’s trapezius. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here, Sue.” Becky warned. “Don’t ever do that. Unless you want me to rag-doll you like I did Lisa. You remember her, right? The chick that beat you down at--”
Sue’s raised her arms (a difficult task, considering her shoulders were feeling more and more like clay abused by a furious sculptor) and grabbed onto the blonde’s biceps. Holding on in death-grip, the heiress planted both heels and started to boost her way off the mat despite the efforts of the Camouflage Crush-- Clayton hit her with another downward surge and Burlingame did drop, only instead of landing on her rump she laid out flat on her back! Doing so ensured her escape from the E-Tool, but perhaps even more important it left Becky standing double directly over the Rainmaker. This proved an exceptionally dangerous arrangement the instant Burlingame flicked her left leg up in a kick that PWAAAKED the toe of that boot into her opponent’s forehead!
The Peacekeeper stumbled hard and collapsed to one knee, giving Burlingame enough time to scramble to full verticality. Knowing damned well that Clayton wouldn’t remain a penitent for long, Sue pointed her right shoulder at the blonde and waited until Bex began to rise. THWHACK! The Super Kick connected flush with Clayton’s chin, rocking the World Champ back a few more steps. That was a good start, yet not nearly enough for Burlingame, so she whipped around and raced--
“HEYYYNNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!” Becky lunged after the brunette, caught hold of her waistband and reeled her into a Shoulderblock between the shoulders! Like her foe, Sue stumbled awkwardly, unlike her foe, she didn’t maintain her footing because Clayton followed the Shoulderblock with a Standing Enzu Lariat that just SMASHED across the back of the challenger’s skull!
Sue hit the deck in a facedown heap, so Becky ran the ropes to her left and headed back to center only to skip over the Ace en route to the opposite side of the squared circle. Two more passes over the prone Courtier followed, Clayton picking up more speed on each subsequent leg of the journey. With the crowd’s anticipation building as a low ‘oooooooohhhhhhh’ Becky paid off their investment by leaping skyward and SPUH-LASHING down across the small of her rival’s vulnerable back! Sue flopped like a downed power-line but didn’t get off her belly until Clayton shot the Half Nelson and rolled her over. Pressed in tighter than tight, Bex hooked the far leg and grrrrrrrrrrrrroooooound the ridge of her forearm against the challenger’s jaw to keep Burlingame down for a domineering…
ONE…
TWO…
Susan shot an arm into the air a whisper after ‘TWO!’, the strength of it confirming Clayton’s suspicion that there was still a lot of hard work ahead. Of course Rebecca Clayton had never shied from hard work, as evidenced by the workin’ woman smile she wore while scraping Susan off the mat. Legs dipped slightly, she cupped one hand across the challenger’s chin and slipped her other arm through Burlingame’s thighs. Tightening down on both ends, the One Woman Army earned another raucous cheer from those assembled when she straightened up and muscled the heiress across her shoulders in a spine-wrenching Torture Rack!
TORTURE RACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_6d2wAk6GM
“AAARRRGGGHHHH!” Burlingame shrieked to life as Becky treated her spine to adjustments considered blasphemous by even the most unorthodox of chiropractors. “RRRRGGGHHHHH! F*CK! DAMMIT CLAYON LET ME GOEEERRRHH!”
Clayton swung around in a circle, then hopped in place no less than half a dozen times, the exact opposite of her opponent’s demand. Careful to pay his due respect to the pair of veterans contending for FAWN’s top prize, the Senior Official waited a full fifteen seconds before he sidled in beside his charges and asked, “What do you say, Sue? Need me to call for the--”
“Did you see her hit me with a tazer, Castle?” Burlingame interrupted. “NO! So what the hell makes you think I’ll sumbitAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!”
Apparently not content to stay in one spot while Sue yowled in her ear, Bex took off on a circuit of the ring, though the astute observer noticed the champ was careful to make sure the Ace’s flailing right arm never got within graspin’ distance of the top rope. “I don’t need any crazy hardware to submit you, Susan.” Clayton admonished the other wrestler as she stomped back to the center of the squared circle. “You need to get that through your head fast, otherwise your back will snap long before your priRRRGGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
The Rainmaker’s left arm had been pounding a series of energetic, albeit mostly ineffectual punches into the blonde’s flank, now she curled the limb around Clayton’s throat, not to choke, but immobilize. In the same instant she balled her right hand into a fist and pounded white knuckle shots into the crown of the brunette’s skull. “You’re not gonna break me, Bex.” Sue huffed. “Not on a stage this big. You canTWHOAHNNNGGHH!”
Becky gathered her strength and slung Burlingame up and forward into a sharp, steep descent that culminated in an ungodly landing atop the BFG’s posted right knee! The Rainmaker bounced clear with an almost electric shudder and would’ve landed in a facedown sprawl if Becky hadn’t caught her at shoulder and hip. Shoving Sue to the canvas with quite a bit more mustard than was strictly necessary, Clayton cinched both legs tight and folded her in half with a Back Press that pointed Burlingame’s ass into the lights for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sue wriggled out of the predicament only to promptly curl up on one side, though she did it with considerably less vim and vigor that before. Becky took a deep breath, flipped the hair off her eyes and showed three fingers to Nick. He answered with two, so she pulled Sue onto her back and knee-walked down to the heiress’ feet so she could take ownership of her left foot.
“Tell me you’re just trying to get in my head, Burlingame.” Clayton asked after she’d stood up and trapped Sue’s shin under her right armpit. “Tell me you’re just talking trash and don’t ACTUALLY believe that I can’t make you tap ERRRGGHH!”
Sue jabbed her right heel into the blonde’s thigh in an effort to escape, alas she got an angry knee jabbed against the back of her own trapped gam in retaliation. “You wanna change my mind, big girl?” she was propped on her elbows now, the three time former World Champ dragging their combined bulk toward the ropes. “Do it tonight! Until then you’re just another poseurOOOHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHHD!” The Peacekeeper yoked Sue up into a near handstand, turned her onto her stomach and stepped over into a deep Half Boston Crab!
SINGLE LEG BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLYyhztzq-8
With her right hand gripping her own left wrist and her left hand cupping the challenger’s thigh for maximum torque, Clayton stood up straight, then dropped into a deep crouch and straightened up just to repeat the process all over again. “You want an unofficial submissions match, Sue?” Bex dropped into a domineering seat atop her opponent’s squirming glutes. “I think we can make that happen! What do you say Nick, wanna see if Sue can beat me in a Submissions MatcHHRRGGHH!”
Clayton had settled down into another deep crouch and Burlingame made her pay for the proximity by jabbing her left elbow into the champ’s hip and flank no less than half a dozen times! “Knock that shyt off, Sue!” Becky growled at the struggling challenger. “Or I’ll make you regret OW! DAMMIT! All right, that’s how you want it?”
Still cranking on the heiress’ left leg, the Camouflage Crusher stood up and shifted her weight to her left leg so she could move her right foot backward onto Sue’s head! Grrrrrrrrrinding the sole of her boot against Burlingame’s cheek and jaw even as she stepped down, Bex yoked back on the Half Crab to curl the heiress lithesome frame into a taut ‘C’ shape. “Ask her!” Clayton demanded of Nick. “See if she’s done!”
The ref didn’t dare get too close to the tangled fighters, but he was careful to post up just outside flailing distance. “How you doing, Sue? Want to call it a--”
“Not ‘til that title’s back around my waist.” the Bankable Bombshell hissed. “And Becky’s sleeping at my feetTTAAAARRRRRHHHHH BYTCH!”
Becky actually stomped on Sue’s head.
It wasn’t a full Curb Stomp, more like someone tapping their toes to a particularly enjoyable beat, yet it still got a huge roar from the FAWNatics, especially when Clayton repeated it half a dozen more times! “You’re not taking ANYTHING from me, Sue! You’ve had your time at the top! A whole freakin’ decade in fact! Now it’s MY time and I’ll be damned if I let you make a record at expenSHYT!”
Burlingame twisted hard enough to roll onto her back, effectively escaping the Crab at the cost of scraping her face across the bottom of the champ’s boot. Drawing her right knee to her chest in the blink of an eye, Sue pistoned that heel into the pit of her attacker’s stomach once, twice, three times! Clayton ‘ooooofffffhed’ and doubled over without giving up her hold on the heiress’ foot but this tenacity came at a high price because it allowed to THWHACK another kick off the side of her skull!
That finally popped the lock on Becky’s grasp and Susan celebrated by bracing both feet against the blonde’s chest for a huge Mule Kick that sent Clayton flying backward to land in a flat sprawl! Breathing deep once she was free of the champion’s hooks, Burlingame rolled back onto her shoulders, pulled both knees in tight and popped to boot-leather with a kip up that looked far too effortless for this stage of the match.
“What’s goin’ on here, soldier?” she snapped at Bex as she stomped up to the recovering blonde. “Did I say you could sack out? I don’t f*cking think so!”
Clayton didn’t answer, a sign of blatant disrespect Sue dealt with by plunging her hands into the Peacekeeper’s hair. Several sharp tugs got Becky to one knee, they also angered her enough to thum-THUMP a pair of straight right hands into the heiress’ bronzed belly!
“You are gonna learn to control that mouth, girl.” Clayton sounded equal parts determined and furious as she stood up and corralled the challenger’s head in a Front Facelock. “Even if I have to break you in half, you’re gonna learn to control your goddamned mouNNNGGGHH!”
Whether or not Sue Burlingame had any control over her mouth was up for debate, but not even her most ardent critics could argue the Ace’s complete mastery of her legs, as evidenced by the way she whipped her right leg up ‘n over her own back for a Scorpion Kick that struck the blonde between the eyes!
SCORPION KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6mD1ER1P6gk
Caught off balance by the whiplash sting of Burlingame’s strike, Becky abandoned the Facelock and stumbled away with one hand pressed to her aching pate. As for Sue, she planted a foot against Clayton’s chest and shoved off, forcing the One Woman Army to backpedal into the strands. Presently unaware of her position within the squared circle, Becky bounced outta the ropes without thinking to hook on, meaning she walked straight into the Bicycle Kick that Burlingame TWHACKED against her chin!
Clayton froze solid for a second or two before her muscles unlocked and she timbered backNO! Sue darted forward, caught a massive handful of blonde hair and tugged her into a Front Facelock. Grip locked, Sue blew a kiss to the hard camera, then leapt skyward and braced one foot against the top rope just to push off in a gorgeous half circle, the Rainmaker swinging around and down to THUWHONK Becky’s forehead into the canvas courtesy of a ring-shivering TrustfunDDT! Clayton somersaulted through the landing to land on her butt more than halfway across the ring. She’d barely come to a stop when Burlingame scurried over and shoved her onto her back, the Courtier hooking her blonde’s far leg in a Back Press that kept her folded up tight for the…
TRUSTFUNDDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H6W8Mqsr1k8
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Becky powered out with half a second to spare, flopped to her belly and made it to her feet only a heartbeat behind the challenger. Catching the gleam of shock in the brunette’s eyes, Bex launched a massive Haymaker at Sue’s ch-- Sue dipped low and spun around on her foe’s six so she was ready and waiting when Clayton regained her footing for a lurching about-face.
THWHACK! Burlingame left the mat in a gorgeous vertical leap and lashed out with right leg to kick the flummoxed Destroyer directly behind the left ear! Becky’s hands dropped to her sides and the minute tremble in her thighs suggested those strong legs were about to give way as well. But they didn’t get the chance because the Ace reeled her into another Front Facelock and slung the near arm across her shoulders. Helping herself to a snug grip on Clayton’s trunks, Susan dipped her knees and popped her hips to hoist the blonde overhead whereupon she immediately laid out flat to SPIKE the back of her prey’s head and shoulders into the deck with a gorgeous Snap Brainbuster! No quick recovery from Becky now, she pooled out in a starfish that didn’t change until Susan floated over into a Lateral Press and hooked the far leg for…
GAMENGIRI & SNAP BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZtoAGL_Fo2o
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Becky Clayton twitched a shoulder off the mat to deny her opponent a record-breaking title reign by the slimmest of margins. “Nice hustle, soldier.” Sue drew in a deep breath and let it out slow as she patted the champ’s fluttering tummy. “Now lets see how you hold up when I get to show you off for the goddamned crowd.”
The heiress filled her hands with Becky’s hair and treated her noggin to a few possessive tugs as she brought the both of them to verticality. Turning Bex so she was back to, the Ace looped an arm between Clayton’s thighs while her other hand cupped the blonde’s chin. Already buzzing, the Red, White & Bruised throng let out a cacophonous ‘Oh no she didn’t!’ sort of cheer when Susan muscled the big blonde up across her shoulders for a retaliatory Torture Rack!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWW!” Becky wailed into the overhead lights as the Rainmaker tried to crack her back and her spirit in a single stroke.
“GIVE UP!” Burlingame shouted at her suffering burden. “GIVE IT UP, BEX! I GOT YOU, GIRL!”
“NO!” Clayton barked at once. “NO GODDAMNED WAY, SUE! YOU GOT NOTHEEERRRRGHGHGHGHGH!”
Much as she loved to show off, Sue knew she couldn’t walk Becky around the ring without burning through far too much of her reserves so she bounced in place instead. “I SAID GIVE UP! DON’T MAKE ME BREAK NGH!”
Bex drove an elbow into the top of Burlingame’s head, then did it again and ag-- Sue slung the suffering Destroyer out behind her, caught hold of Chinlock in that weird floaty instant before gravity took over, then kicked both legs forward and laid out on her back to THAWHAM Becky into the mat with a massive Neckbreaker! Clayton tumbled over into a facedown sprawl and probably would’ve stayed here if Burlingame hadn’t shoved her onto her back and pounced atop her chest, the heiress mouthing Castle’s count along with the rest of the FAWNatics.
TORTURE RACK NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8D1fxhbqggI
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Camouflage Crusher shot an arm into the air, her index finger raised to waggle out a ‘no!’ for anyone who’d already written off her championship rei--“RRRGGGGHHH!”
This valiant show of tenacity proved disastrous for Becky when Susan looped her right arm around the blonde’s head and raised arm. Knotting her hands between Clayton’s shoulders to really crank up on the Dragon Sleeper, the Rainmaker clambered to one knee and growled, “Should’ve stayed down for the three, soldier. Now I gotta tap you out.”
This was no idle threat.
The three time World Champion was already on the rise and forcing Clayton to do the same. This shift in elevation put more and more strain on Bex’s neck and back, but the Dragon Sleeper was only the beginning of her problems. Because if Sue could turn her over for the Root of All Evil…
Refusing to contemplate the prospect for more than an instant, Becky reached up with her free (left) hand and cupped the back of the challenger’s skull. She didn’t shake, tug or even jostle, rather she pushed down, Clayton using her vaunted upper-body strength to force Burlingame’s chin against her breastbone. “Stop…stalling.” Sue grunted at the champ. “You know it’s over, Bex.” she jabbed the point of her right knee into the small of her opponent’s curved back to lend credence to this claim. “Don’t make this harder than it has to NNGGH!”
Becky released Sue’s head, curled her hand into a slight cup and THWHAPPED her hand against the brunette’s ear! Burlingame groaned, listed to one side, then steadied her footing and pumped two more Kneelifts into the champion’s ba-- The Peacekeeper hit Sue with the heel of her palm, the blow hard enough to make the Ace’s head ring.
Sue, damn her persistence, didn’t break the Dragon Sleeper, but she did slump forward over the suffering blonde which allowed Clayton to cup the back of her neck as she (Bex) sank to one knee. Groaning aloud as the ache in her own neck grew to nigh unbearable levels, Becky looped her right arm around Burlingame’s midsection, the FAWN World Champ tugged Sue forward with all her might and just like that the pain was gone because Burlingame was draped over her right shoulder like FAWN’s most valuable bag of leaves.
Galvanized by the thunderous roar of the crowd, Clayton powered to boot-leather with an implacable desire to toss Sue Burlingame the hell out of her ring. Such was her single-mindedness that Becky didn’t notice the sudden reverberation that ran up Susan’s legs when she whipped a hard right toward the ropes facing the entryway. If she had, she might’ve turned in time to see Nick Castle hit the deck after he took both of Sue’s boots to the dome.
As of yet oblivious to the gobsmacked official, Clayton charged the edge and dumped Burlingame over the top to the floor below with what was a massively elevated Body Slam! “HELL YEAH!” Bex climbed onto the bottom rope to bellow at the crowd, then her challenger. “HOW ‘BOUT THAT, SUE? DOES THAT FEEL LIKE IT’S OVER?”
More noise from the Red, White & Bruised throng, nothing from the splattered Ace… and no count from Castle, oddly enough. “Hey Nick, not that I’m looking to retain via count-out, but shouldn’t you at least start--oh shyt.”
Falling silent when she laid eyes on the fallen zebra, Bex left Sue to her own devices so she could get Castle back on his feet as quickly as possible. Down on the floor, Sue was vaguely aware of two different points. Clayton had stopped barking and Castle wasn’t counting. The Courtier didn’t much care as to the reason for either, she was simply content to use every free second to steady her breathing and muster what remained of her reserves. Rolling to all fours at what she judged as ‘TEN!’ on Castle’s absent count, Susan suppressed a soft groan and rose to her full-- the thud of fast-approaching footfalls earned an about-face from Burlingame, her quick reaction ensuring she had the briefest glimpse of Celia Blassenville before the Mistress of Puppets damn near kicked her head clear off her shoulders!
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
BICYCLE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XN8JWW1Ub2w
That vicious Bicycle Kick should have turned the Ace inside out or dropped her on the back of her head and shoulders at the very least, but Blassenville was a devil and as such she had the devil’s own luck as evidenced by drunken pirouette that left Burlingame slopped against the apron rather than that on her back in a semi-conscious heap. As for the Temptress, she dropped to one knee and sidled under the apron to ensure she was well out of sight by the time Becky turned her attention to the outside.
Drawn by the roar raised when Blassenville blindsided the challenger, all Clayton saw was a seemingly exhausted Burlingame with one arm hooked over the bottom rope and the other braced against the apron. Sensing her rival was all but defenseless even at a distance, Bex got to her feet, but didn’t leave the ref’s side. “You gonna be ok, Nick?”
“Yeh… yeah, I’ll be fine. Get back to it, Bex.” The One Woman Army was already on the move, storming across the canvas to grab a double handful of the Rainmaker’s battle-damp hair. “Get in here, Sue.” she ordered in the midst of yanking Susan through the ropes. “You wanted to end it? Let’s end it!”
Sue answered with a few dispirited punches to the blonde’s midsection but no words, a detail that only struck Clayton as relevant when other facts came to light a bit later. Ignoring the token resistance the same way she’d ignored the final thrashings of the demented Red Lisa, Becky dragged Susan to the center of the squared circle and ‘hupped’ her onto her right shoulder. No wild spins this time around, the BFG helped herself to Sue’s biceps and muscled her that much higher via a face-first Crucifix. Already aware of Nick watching from a safe distance, Bex dipped her knees in a slight crouch, then shot up on tiptoe and launched Burlingame straight up! Sue’s ascent was short and rather floaty. Her descent was also short, but infinitely sharper as Clayton collected Burlingame’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on her back to THA-WHAM Sue down flat on her face, chest and belly! The heiress bounced and Becky was right there to bull-rush her onto her back, the Camouflage Crusher hooking the far leg and drawing it tight to Susan’s chin while Castle tolled a steady…
SNAFU:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVO2lW92ozk
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Bex dropped Sue’s leg as soon as the bell sounded, however she didn’t push off her opponent’s tummy until the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… BECKY CLAYTON!”
Dipping her head in an exhausted nod, Becky fought to her feet so she could accept the belt from Castle and hold it over her head two-handed. This was greeted with near unanimous cheers, though there was an audible thread of boos that hurt the tiniest bit. Only for a moment though, she dismissed it as Sue’s notoriously vocal fan-base voicing their displeasure for their heroine coming up short in her quest for an unprecedented fourth reign. Understandable and Bex bore neither ill will, which was why she didn’t hesitate to offer Burlingame a hand when the heiress sat--
Sue swatted it away and spun to one knee, her back to the champ. “What the hell, Sue?” hurt and anger jockeyed for control of Clayton’s tone. “We put on a show like that and then you shyt all over me because--”
“Because Blassenville kicked my f*cking face in?” The Rainmaker was on her feet and practically nose to nose with the Peacekeeper. “I was close, Bex. This close to number four and she stole the chance away. She helped you, just like she helped--”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” the One Woman Army interrupted. “Because if you think so little of me that I’d actually ask Celia to help me win this match… we’re done, Sue.”
Susan put her hands on her hips and didn’t say anything for a long time. “Eventually she looked Clayton in the eye and said, “I know you didn’t. I know you never WOULD. But she’s cost me twice, Becky. You have no idea how much that burns.”
“That’s where you’re wro--” Bex trailed off as she spotted the Crimson Cagliostro strolling up the ramp like she didn’t have a care in the world. “HEY! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE, BLASSENVILLE!”
Celia’s stride didn’t so much as falter, so Clayton stormed to the edge of the ring with Susan crowding in beside. “YOU’RE FINISHED, YOU HEAR ME, BYTCH?” the Ace shouted. “SWEETIE, YOU BETTER LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M F*CKING TALKING TO YOU!”
Now the Temptress did stop. She glanced over one shoulder, but didn’t turn around. “Why would I do that? Such a display would imply I respect or fear either one of you… and that’s clearly not the case. Say, weren’t you two supposed to shake hands after the bell?”
Celia smirked, offered Peacekeeper and Rainmaker a small wave, then continued her leisurely walk up the ramp.
Though she was seething over Blassenville’s interference, Clayton swallowed the lump in her throat and extended a hand to the brunette.
Sue regarded it blandly, then grabbed on and pulled the champ into a tired hug. “Tell me to stop and I will.” Burlingame murmured in Becky’s ear. “You tell me to stop, I won’t come after that belt as long as it’s around your waist.”
“I won’t though. Because I want to face the best. I want to beat the best. You want to make history, Susan?” Clayton drew back and swatted one hand to the golden faceplate. “It’s right here for the taking. But you’ll have to beat me to do it… and I’ll march to hell and back before I let you beat me.”
Burlingame’s dark eyes flashed, showing a fresh flash of that old competitive fire. “You might just have to, soldier. Keep it looking pretty for me, will ya?”
“I’ll keep it looking pretty for me.”
They exchanged a final nod, then Sue slipped through the ropes thus ceding the ring and the battle to the reigning, defending FAWN World Champion. Becky watched her go, but her mind was on Celia Blassenville. The Temptress had meddled in her life once too often, and now? “Now she learns that I don’t succumb to temptation,” the blonde noted, “I CRUSH it.”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPoIznBujEA
SUE BURLINGAME:
Already on their feet, the sea of FAWNatics swelled a little higher when ‘Crown on the Ground’ barged its way into the arena. Shortly thereafter the Ace of the Black Court stepped into view and stretched her arms in a wide ‘T’ to call forth a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro.
For her first attempt at a record-breaking fourth World Title reign (or as she liked to think of it, reclaiming stolen property) the Rainmaker was sheathed in a sleek black ‘Aces High’ tank-top that effectively covered every bit of her ring gear that wasn’t pads or boots. Perfectly aware of the consternation this caused the among the FAWN faithful, Burlingame reached down to the bottom edge… then lifted that hand to show off four raised fingers. Flashing a smile as a goodly portion of the crowd began chanting ‘SUSIE FOUR TIMES!’ at the top of their lungs, Sue grabbed hold of her tank in both hands, peeled it up over her head and slung it over one shoulder before she started down the aisle. The doffing of her ceremonial armor revealed a dark blue two-piece with mellow golden trim. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look, not that anyone paid too much attention to such trivial details as she vaulted onto the apron and over the top rope one right after the other.
Wheeling around to face the stage as soon as she touched down, Sue sidled up to Nick Castle but didn’t allow him to commence final inspection until he’d carefully counted the four fingers she held inches in front of his face. Shooing him away once the deed was done, Burlingame moved to the far corner and settled in for a series of last minute stretches while she waited out the arrival of a woman she knew very, very well.
“And introducing her opponent! Hailing from Denver, Colorado she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-three pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, the BFG and the Camouflage Crusher, but tonight she is also THEE REIGNING AND DEFENDING FAWN WORLD CHAMPION, this is BECKY CLAYTON!”
The noise level was already cacophonous, it got dangerously close to deafening when ‘White Flag’ hit the speakers.
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down
I won't ever hit the ground, hit the ground
Playing dead, I'll never do
Gotta keep an eye on you
Patience is wearing thin, paper thin
Promises broke again, what a sin
But it only feeds my energy
So don't expect no sympathy
Smoke, fire, it's all going up
Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood?
Smoke, fire, flares are going up, flares are going up!
BECKY CLAYTON:
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s arrival, the victorious veteran blowing through the curtain to claim the spotlight at the center of the stage with FAWN’s biggest prize strapped tight around her waist. Greeting her Howling Commandos with a double bicep flex that wasn’t so much tickets to the gun show as it was a display of overwhelming firepower, the Peacekeeper reached behind her back one-handed, undid the snaps and hoisted aloft the prize she’d wrested from FAWN’s crimson nightmare at Summer Swelter. “It was a looooooooong way back to the top.” Clayton admitted to the cameraman that bustled in close to get a better shot at the gold. “But now that I’ve reclaimed the high ground? I’ll never give it up… not even to an Ace.” Point made, she draped the belt over her right shoulder and headed for the squared circle. For tonight’s round of war games the hardbody blonde wore a black & green camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with flat black pads and boots and few wraps of dark green wrist-tape.
Taking her time to zig-zag across the aisle so she could swat each and every outstretched hand, Clayton made a sharp right when she reached the base of the ramp just to repeat the process for everyone at ringside. With the troops properly rallied Becky stomped up the steel steps and leapt over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, she spun toward the hard camera, then raised the title with one hand and snapped off that trademark salute with the other. Still holding the gold high, she turned to Sue but instead of a salute she extended her free hand and beckoned her fingers once, twice, three times.
You want it? that gesture said. Come and get it.
Burlingame met Clayton’s smile with one of her own.
“I will.” she whispered.
Tense from the moment the Announcer stepped into the spotlight, the atmosphere in the FAWN Arena was positively crackling by the time the bell CLANGED and the Peacekeeper strode forth to meet the challenge of the Rainmaker. Approach from both sides was quick and confident, as would be expected from two women that’d spent years of their career as pillars of the Black Court. Indeed they were friends as well as allies on Emily’s great game board, but the Amazing Academic (not to mention her Lady in Waiting) could tell you a great many stories about the sparring sessions between Burlingame and Clayton. Sparring sessions that regularly evolved into full on torture tests, as each wrestler steadfastly refused to cede a fall, let alone a submission to her opponent.
Thoughts of previous battles must’ve weighed heavy on both of their minds because they stopped just shy of lock-up range. After a moment’s hard eye contact, Sue broke into a wide, smirking smile. “Put me right at the top of your list, Bex. I appreciate the hell out of that. Definitely a bold choice… you might come to regret it.”
Clayton shook her head ‘no’. “It was always gonna be you, Sue. After all, it was Morgan I pinned to win the World Title the first time. ‘Bout time I showed you how it feels to lose to the BFG.”
Burlingame’s dark eyes gleamed with competitive fire. Almost any other woman on the roster would’ve tasted the back of her palm for such sass, but Clayton got a hand extended in her direction. “We shake now and we shake after the bell.” the heiress suggested. “In between I give you that spanking that Lisa never quite managed.”
“Someone’s needed to put you over their knee for a long time, Sue.” Becky chided as she accepted the challenger’s offering. “I’m so glad it gets to be mine.”
Burlingame cupped the top of Clayton’s hand with her free hand and gave it a single quick shake. “Bring out the biggest guns you got, Bex. Because I’m here to whoop your camouflage lovin’ ass!”
They broke apart and started to circle, Clayton settling into a grappler’s crouch while Burlingame adopted the rangy martial arts stance that’d served her so-- Bex pounced, sweeping the Ace into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up that forced Sue to retreat a few steps before she steadied her footing and tummied up on the World Champ. There was a brief stalemate, then Sue reclaimed one step… two steps… three…
‘Ooooohhhhh!’ from the crowd when Becky gathered her strength and sent Sue staggering backward with a huge shove! “COME ON!” Becky barked over the din of the FAWNatics. “You wanna be Susie Four Times on my watch? Come and take it, honeybunch!”
Sue nodded, raked hair out of her eyes and darted in to-THWHAP! The One Woman Army readied for a second clench and paid for the assumption when Burlingame laid a lashing kick across the meat of her left thigh. Grimacing, Clayton shook the limb out, then beckoned the Ace in. “That all you got? This ain’t sparring in an empty gym, SueNNNGGHH!”
Susan kicked Becky’s right thigh before catching her in a Lock-Up of her own. Making a point to scrub the heel of one palm across the Destroyer’s mouth, Burlingame adopted a more traditional chin-push after that bit of roughhousing and used it to march Clayton into the nearest “OOOOFFFFHHH!”
Not about to take any of Sue’s ‘Who’s the Baddest?’ sass when she strolled to the ring with the big belt around her waist, Becky pivoted on one foot and pumped the broadside of her right thigh into the heiress’ midsection with a Crossover Kneelift. Sue’s grip fell away but Becky’s did not, indeed she slung one arm over the challenger’s shoulder and threaded the other between her thighs, the Camouflage Crusher making a point to grip a healthy handful of Burlingame backside before she scooped her onto one shoulder and THWHUMPED her to the deck with a textbook Scoop Slam!
Sue bounced hard, sat up and tried to rise but Becky palmed her shoulders and forced her to lay flat long enough for the champ to drive a heavy Elbow Drop into her sternum! Burlingame ‘oofffed’, turned onto one side and got drawn right back so Clayton could hook the far leg for…
ONE…
Sue bucked out and spun to one knee whereupon reaching Bex cupped both ears and pounded a Headbutt into the bridge of her nose!
“C’mon Ace, get up!” Clayton ordered as she pulled the woozy battler to her feet. Sue did as told though she didn’t stay there long because the BFG scooped her up for a second Body Slam. Becky didn’t put her down right away, however. Rather she turned in a full circle that showed off her burden to all four sides of the arena. Then she pushed up on tiptoes and slung Burlingame to the deck with an unpleasant THWHUMP! Sue squirmed without sitting up, so Clayton circled around to her left, leapt straight up and came down with every bit of her hundred and forty-plus pounds Splashing across the challenger’s tummy! Catching her opponent’s legs when they popped into the air, the Camouflage Crusher rolled her way into a nice Back Press that lasted through…
ONE…
Susan kicked out, sat up and threw an angry little elbow into Becky’s flank. “Get your ass offa me, ClayTRRRGGH!”
Clayton slapped on a tight Side Headlock and gave it a few rough pulses before she got to her feet with Burlingame scrambling alongside. “What’s wrong, hun? Already had enougGHOOOFFHH!”
There was nothing little about Susan’s second elbow, it gouged the champ’s navel hard enough to lift Becky off her feet. Didn’t break the Headlock though, which probably explained her irritated tone when she grunted, “Don’t ask stupid questions, Clayton. Unless you’re trying to piss me eerrrrGGNNHH!”
Bex turned her Headlock into a Front Facelock so she could yoke up on the Courtier’s noggin while simultaneously hammering her across the shoulders with a pair of Overhand Forearm Smashes! “Does getting your ass handed to you piss you off, Susie Three Times?” Becky barked. “I hope it does!”
Sue answered by plunging half a dozen shiv-like rights into her midsection, so Clayton thanked her with another Forearm Smash and a Kneelift for good measure. Once that ledger was settled she ‘hupped’ the Rainmaker onto her right shoulder and THAWHAMMED her to the canvas with her heaviest Body Slam yet! Sue sat up, Becky stretched her out and ran the ropes immediately thereafter. Covering the return trip in a few long strides, the Peacekeeper took to the skies and kicked both legs forward, all the better to bring the full weight of one summer-tanned gam thumping down on--“NNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Sue barrel-rolled out of the way, leaving the hardbody blonde to land tailbone-first on the unforgiving canvas! Becky grimaced but rolled to one knee without wasting any ti--“HEY! LEGGONNGGGHH!”
Not about to miss even a small opportunity, Burlingame laced her hands around Clayton’s head and wrenched it to one side with a Cravate that provided a suitable distraction for the Kneelift the struck the center of her forehead! “You think roughing me up a little counts as an ass kicking, sweetie?” the Rainmaker scoffed as she used the Cravate to muscle Clayton back to boot-leather. “You been out on your own for too long! Allow me to remind what an ass kicking really is!” Burlingame stepped forward and dropped to one knee to flip Bex onto her butt for the second time in less than a minute thanks to a quick Snapmare. Rising behind the seated soldier, Sue cleared off by a few steps, then rushed forward and THWHACKED a Soccer Kick between her rival’s shoulders!
SNAPMARE & SOCCER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oYEgkOQxuec
Becky groaned and her back arched, both hands flying into the air to form frozen claws. Slightly ahead of the champ in wake of the Soccer Kick, Burlingame looked over one shoulder and almost casually pistoned her right foot back into Becky’s face with an echoing THWHACK!
BASEMENT SIDE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f7lLpSZLnEU
Clayton’s head snapped back and the rest of her followed thereafter, so Susan hurried into place off her left side and launched herself up & backward for a Standing Moonsault that brought the challenger crashing down atop her rival’s chest. Bex groaned, couldn’t squirm free before the heiress hooked the far leg and drew it close for the…
ONE…
The champ fought out well before ‘TWO’ but got mired in a snug Sleeper the instant she sat up. “Trying to put me away fast, Bex?” Susan muttered as she squeeeeeeezed Clayton’s noggin in the vise of forearm and bicep. “I’m almost insultNGH!”
The One Woman Army paid back Burlingame’s elbow with one of her own, the bony joint digging into the multi-time World Champ’s vaunted abdomen. Sue didn’t abandon the Sleeper but she cleared off enough for Clayton to make it to one knee and then back to boot leath--an “OOOFFFHH!” from Becky and a cheer from the FAWNatics when Burlingame turned the Sleeper into a hair-hold and used it to guide the champ’s mug into a short, heavy Hip Check!
Becky was knocked fully upright by the blow, however her defenses were thoroughly scrambled and so she was unable to stop Susan from catching a Front Waistlock or wedging her head beneath the blonde’s left arm. Hands knotted against the small of Clayton’s back, Burlingame dipped deep and snapped off a perfect bridge to THWHUMP the Camouflage Crusher onto the canvas. Always delighted by a glimpse of the Northern Lights in such a southern locale, the crowd readied itself to help Nick Castle with his count, only to hold its collective tongue because the Ace somersaulted over her grounded adversary to regain her feet while also forcing Becky to do the same!
Their arrangement was ideal for a second Northern Lights, so of course Burlingame pulled her head from under Clayton’s arm and slipped ‘round behind to claim a more traditional Waistlock. Eyes going wide as she recognized the danger of her position, Bex grabbed hold of Susan’s wrists and crouched as low as she could to guard against--NO DICE! Sue sunk *that* much lower and didn’t so much pop her hips as she did explode, the Ace just DRIVING the back of her friend’s head and shoulders into the deck with a vicious German Suplex!
The throw left Clayton in a perfect Matchbook, yet Nick wasn’t called upon to make a count because Burlingame tumbled over the vulnerable Destroyer and hauled her upright with the Waistlock stubbornly intact! No resistance from Becky now, her hands hung limp at her sides until Susan forced them a whole lot higher by pinning the blonde’s arms overhead in a Full Nelson. With Clayton’s chin pressed deep into the top of her own cleavage, the Rainmaker peeled off one more bridge and this time she held it, Sue going up on tiptoe in the wake of the THWHUMP caused by her Dragon Suplex.
DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YVJ5GYH0D-c
Already close to the action, Castle dove in and counted…
ONE…
TWO…
Becky kicked out just after ‘TWO!’ and flopped over onto her stomach with both arms swaddling the back of her head. Sue didn’t bother to double check the count, she knew it was still way too soon to finish off a Brick Hithouse like Rebecca Clayton, but it was good to know she was wearing the powerhouse down. “C’mon Bex, you wanna prove those championship chops? Then you gotta suffer a little!”
The BFG made a noise suggesting she didn’t much care for this assertion, not that it prevented Susan from dragging her to verticality with a strong handful of hair. Snuggling in close on the champ’s left side, Burlingame snaked that leg over Clayton’s left thigh, then reached across the other wrestler’s broad back to slide her left arm beneath Becky’s right bicep.
“AAAAAAAHHHH!” Bex couldn’t contain a yowl of hurt when Sue wrenched that arm backward and sank down deep to complete the Abdominal Stretch.
“Knock off that whining, soldier!” Sue chided in a surprisingly passable R. Lee Ermy voice. “I don’t wanna hear any caterwauling unless you’re about to surrender that big gold NGH!”
Clayton crooked her left arm into a ‘V’ and wasted no time driving the point of that elbow into the bronzed meat of her rival’s thigh. “First off, NEVER use that voice with me again.” Bex grimaced. “Second,” she landed another elbow and made a point of grrrrrrrrriiiiinding it into the Ace’s thigh, “let me go, SuOOOOOWWWW!”
Burlingame flattened her right hand into a paddle and SLAPPED it down against the champ’s washboard abs once, twice, three times! “Don’t play dumb with me, Becky.” there was steel in the challenger’s voice as she transformed her spankin’ hand into a trowel in an attempt to dig some quit from Clayton’s tummy, “You know I don’t LET chicks go until they’re bawling. And since you’re not…” she jabbed her index finger into Bex’s navel and gouged down deep.
The Camouflage Crusher grimaced, but shook her head ‘no’ the instant Nick Castle closed in to check. “Don’t enable her, Nick.” Clayton huffed. “Sue needs to learn it’s gonna take more than this to get the gold from around EEEERRRRHHH!” Removing the ice pick from Bex’s tummy, Susan reached down, laid claim to her right ankle and pulled it up off the canvas at a painfully awkward angle.
LEG TRAP ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCsXRrXVxn0
Forced to lean all her weight on her left leg, Clayton couldn’t help but brace against Burlingame’s encroaching knee, which only exacerbated the already painful angle of her svelte torso. “That more your speed, Becky?” the Bankable Bombshell’s voice was cool now, almost business-like as she went about stretching her former stable-mate every which way but loose. “If not I could wrench your neck too? Would’ja like that, tuff girl?”
Bex grit her teeth and tried to pull her foot from Sue’s grasp with no noticeable success. After a moment’s silence she muttered, “Bring your best, Susan. If you don’t, then why are we even herRRAAAAARRRGGGHH!”
Sue squatted down and yoked back to put that much more pressure on Clayton’s twisted frame. “Ask her, Nick.” she said to the official. “I know she wants you to. I can feNGH!”
Becky’s left arm came up outta nowhere, a swift white-knuckled fist that clipped the point of Burlingame’s chin neat as you please! It didn’t quite break the Abdominal Stretch but it did give the champ her captured leg back and with the strength of her vertical base doubled it didn’t take long for Clayton to sling the Courtier up & over with a Hip Toss that plopped Sue flat on her butt!
Cringing at the jolt that ran from her tailbone to the nape of her neck, Burlingame-- The Peacekeeper dove in low, Becky leading with her right shoulder to THWHACK a sawed-off European Uppercut against the base of her opponent’s skull! Sue pitched forward, might’ve tumbled to one side or the other if Clayton hadn’t palmed her head in both hands and tugged her back to a seat.
“Did you feel THAT, Sue?” Becky asked as she got to her feet behind the slumping challenger. “Speak up, honeybunch. I’m talking to you!”
This demand was followed by a loud ‘smeck’ and an even louder groan from the Ace because Clayton clamped her mitts to Burlingame’s shoulders and dug in deep! Squirming in the grasp of the E-Tool, Sue kicked her feet and reached back with both hands to grab hold of the blonde’s wrists. It all looked a little ungainly yet it must’ve worked because it wasn’t long before the heiress had pivoted to one--
“HHHRRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Becky spun Sue off her perch and bore down all the harder, just driving the Courtier’s pert tush into the canvas-sheathed plywood. “Break my grip.” Clayton demanded of the opposition. “C’mon, Sue. You’re the best in the world, right? Then go ahead and break my grip, if you can!” Becky emphasized this demand by going up on tiptoe and leaaaaaaaaaaning down on the E-Tool, this additional pressure causing Burlingame to beat one heel against the mat in a show of truculent hurt.
“You hanging in there, Sue?” Nick asked after several more seconds of uninterrupted suffering. “Need me to call for the--”
“It took two crazy bytches and a tazer to get the World Title offa me last time, Castle.” the challenger grunted through clenched teeth. “You really think Becky’s special deep tissue massage is gonna do OOOOHHH F*CKING SHYT!”
Becky shifted her hands slightly, allowing her to gouge her thumbs into Burlingame’s trapezius. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here, Sue.” Becky warned. “Don’t ever do that. Unless you want me to rag-doll you like I did Lisa. You remember her, right? The chick that beat you down at--”
Sue’s raised her arms (a difficult task, considering her shoulders were feeling more and more like clay abused by a furious sculptor) and grabbed onto the blonde’s biceps. Holding on in death-grip, the heiress planted both heels and started to boost her way off the mat despite the efforts of the Camouflage Crush-- Clayton hit her with another downward surge and Burlingame did drop, only instead of landing on her rump she laid out flat on her back! Doing so ensured her escape from the E-Tool, but perhaps even more important it left Becky standing double directly over the Rainmaker. This proved an exceptionally dangerous arrangement the instant Burlingame flicked her left leg up in a kick that PWAAAKED the toe of that boot into her opponent’s forehead!
The Peacekeeper stumbled hard and collapsed to one knee, giving Burlingame enough time to scramble to full verticality. Knowing damned well that Clayton wouldn’t remain a penitent for long, Sue pointed her right shoulder at the blonde and waited until Bex began to rise. THWHACK! The Super Kick connected flush with Clayton’s chin, rocking the World Champ back a few more steps. That was a good start, yet not nearly enough for Burlingame, so she whipped around and raced--
“HEYYYNNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!” Becky lunged after the brunette, caught hold of her waistband and reeled her into a Shoulderblock between the shoulders! Like her foe, Sue stumbled awkwardly, unlike her foe, she didn’t maintain her footing because Clayton followed the Shoulderblock with a Standing Enzu Lariat that just SMASHED across the back of the challenger’s skull!
Sue hit the deck in a facedown heap, so Becky ran the ropes to her left and headed back to center only to skip over the Ace en route to the opposite side of the squared circle. Two more passes over the prone Courtier followed, Clayton picking up more speed on each subsequent leg of the journey. With the crowd’s anticipation building as a low ‘oooooooohhhhhhh’ Becky paid off their investment by leaping skyward and SPUH-LASHING down across the small of her rival’s vulnerable back! Sue flopped like a downed power-line but didn’t get off her belly until Clayton shot the Half Nelson and rolled her over. Pressed in tighter than tight, Bex hooked the far leg and grrrrrrrrrrrrroooooound the ridge of her forearm against the challenger’s jaw to keep Burlingame down for a domineering…
ONE…
TWO…
Susan shot an arm into the air a whisper after ‘TWO!’, the strength of it confirming Clayton’s suspicion that there was still a lot of hard work ahead. Of course Rebecca Clayton had never shied from hard work, as evidenced by the workin’ woman smile she wore while scraping Susan off the mat. Legs dipped slightly, she cupped one hand across the challenger’s chin and slipped her other arm through Burlingame’s thighs. Tightening down on both ends, the One Woman Army earned another raucous cheer from those assembled when she straightened up and muscled the heiress across her shoulders in a spine-wrenching Torture Rack!
TORTURE RACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_6d2wAk6GM
“AAARRRGGGHHHH!” Burlingame shrieked to life as Becky treated her spine to adjustments considered blasphemous by even the most unorthodox of chiropractors. “RRRRGGGHHHHH! F*CK! DAMMIT CLAYON LET ME GOEEERRRHH!”
Clayton swung around in a circle, then hopped in place no less than half a dozen times, the exact opposite of her opponent’s demand. Careful to pay his due respect to the pair of veterans contending for FAWN’s top prize, the Senior Official waited a full fifteen seconds before he sidled in beside his charges and asked, “What do you say, Sue? Need me to call for the--”
“Did you see her hit me with a tazer, Castle?” Burlingame interrupted. “NO! So what the hell makes you think I’ll sumbitAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!”
Apparently not content to stay in one spot while Sue yowled in her ear, Bex took off on a circuit of the ring, though the astute observer noticed the champ was careful to make sure the Ace’s flailing right arm never got within graspin’ distance of the top rope. “I don’t need any crazy hardware to submit you, Susan.” Clayton admonished the other wrestler as she stomped back to the center of the squared circle. “You need to get that through your head fast, otherwise your back will snap long before your priRRRGGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
The Rainmaker’s left arm had been pounding a series of energetic, albeit mostly ineffectual punches into the blonde’s flank, now she curled the limb around Clayton’s throat, not to choke, but immobilize. In the same instant she balled her right hand into a fist and pounded white knuckle shots into the crown of the brunette’s skull. “You’re not gonna break me, Bex.” Sue huffed. “Not on a stage this big. You canTWHOAHNNNGGHH!”
Becky gathered her strength and slung Burlingame up and forward into a sharp, steep descent that culminated in an ungodly landing atop the BFG’s posted right knee! The Rainmaker bounced clear with an almost electric shudder and would’ve landed in a facedown sprawl if Becky hadn’t caught her at shoulder and hip. Shoving Sue to the canvas with quite a bit more mustard than was strictly necessary, Clayton cinched both legs tight and folded her in half with a Back Press that pointed Burlingame’s ass into the lights for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sue wriggled out of the predicament only to promptly curl up on one side, though she did it with considerably less vim and vigor that before. Becky took a deep breath, flipped the hair off her eyes and showed three fingers to Nick. He answered with two, so she pulled Sue onto her back and knee-walked down to the heiress’ feet so she could take ownership of her left foot.
“Tell me you’re just trying to get in my head, Burlingame.” Clayton asked after she’d stood up and trapped Sue’s shin under her right armpit. “Tell me you’re just talking trash and don’t ACTUALLY believe that I can’t make you tap ERRRGGHH!”
Sue jabbed her right heel into the blonde’s thigh in an effort to escape, alas she got an angry knee jabbed against the back of her own trapped gam in retaliation. “You wanna change my mind, big girl?” she was propped on her elbows now, the three time former World Champ dragging their combined bulk toward the ropes. “Do it tonight! Until then you’re just another poseurOOOHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHHD!” The Peacekeeper yoked Sue up into a near handstand, turned her onto her stomach and stepped over into a deep Half Boston Crab!
SINGLE LEG BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLYyhztzq-8
With her right hand gripping her own left wrist and her left hand cupping the challenger’s thigh for maximum torque, Clayton stood up straight, then dropped into a deep crouch and straightened up just to repeat the process all over again. “You want an unofficial submissions match, Sue?” Bex dropped into a domineering seat atop her opponent’s squirming glutes. “I think we can make that happen! What do you say Nick, wanna see if Sue can beat me in a Submissions MatcHHRRGGHH!”
Clayton had settled down into another deep crouch and Burlingame made her pay for the proximity by jabbing her left elbow into the champ’s hip and flank no less than half a dozen times! “Knock that shyt off, Sue!” Becky growled at the struggling challenger. “Or I’ll make you regret OW! DAMMIT! All right, that’s how you want it?”
Still cranking on the heiress’ left leg, the Camouflage Crusher stood up and shifted her weight to her left leg so she could move her right foot backward onto Sue’s head! Grrrrrrrrrinding the sole of her boot against Burlingame’s cheek and jaw even as she stepped down, Bex yoked back on the Half Crab to curl the heiress lithesome frame into a taut ‘C’ shape. “Ask her!” Clayton demanded of Nick. “See if she’s done!”
The ref didn’t dare get too close to the tangled fighters, but he was careful to post up just outside flailing distance. “How you doing, Sue? Want to call it a--”
“Not ‘til that title’s back around my waist.” the Bankable Bombshell hissed. “And Becky’s sleeping at my feetTTAAAARRRRRHHHHH BYTCH!”
Becky actually stomped on Sue’s head.
It wasn’t a full Curb Stomp, more like someone tapping their toes to a particularly enjoyable beat, yet it still got a huge roar from the FAWNatics, especially when Clayton repeated it half a dozen more times! “You’re not taking ANYTHING from me, Sue! You’ve had your time at the top! A whole freakin’ decade in fact! Now it’s MY time and I’ll be damned if I let you make a record at expenSHYT!”
Burlingame twisted hard enough to roll onto her back, effectively escaping the Crab at the cost of scraping her face across the bottom of the champ’s boot. Drawing her right knee to her chest in the blink of an eye, Sue pistoned that heel into the pit of her attacker’s stomach once, twice, three times! Clayton ‘ooooofffffhed’ and doubled over without giving up her hold on the heiress’ foot but this tenacity came at a high price because it allowed to THWHACK another kick off the side of her skull!
That finally popped the lock on Becky’s grasp and Susan celebrated by bracing both feet against the blonde’s chest for a huge Mule Kick that sent Clayton flying backward to land in a flat sprawl! Breathing deep once she was free of the champion’s hooks, Burlingame rolled back onto her shoulders, pulled both knees in tight and popped to boot-leather with a kip up that looked far too effortless for this stage of the match.
“What’s goin’ on here, soldier?” she snapped at Bex as she stomped up to the recovering blonde. “Did I say you could sack out? I don’t f*cking think so!”
Clayton didn’t answer, a sign of blatant disrespect Sue dealt with by plunging her hands into the Peacekeeper’s hair. Several sharp tugs got Becky to one knee, they also angered her enough to thum-THUMP a pair of straight right hands into the heiress’ bronzed belly!
“You are gonna learn to control that mouth, girl.” Clayton sounded equal parts determined and furious as she stood up and corralled the challenger’s head in a Front Facelock. “Even if I have to break you in half, you’re gonna learn to control your goddamned mouNNNGGGHH!”
Whether or not Sue Burlingame had any control over her mouth was up for debate, but not even her most ardent critics could argue the Ace’s complete mastery of her legs, as evidenced by the way she whipped her right leg up ‘n over her own back for a Scorpion Kick that struck the blonde between the eyes!
SCORPION KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6mD1ER1P6gk
Caught off balance by the whiplash sting of Burlingame’s strike, Becky abandoned the Facelock and stumbled away with one hand pressed to her aching pate. As for Sue, she planted a foot against Clayton’s chest and shoved off, forcing the One Woman Army to backpedal into the strands. Presently unaware of her position within the squared circle, Becky bounced outta the ropes without thinking to hook on, meaning she walked straight into the Bicycle Kick that Burlingame TWHACKED against her chin!
Clayton froze solid for a second or two before her muscles unlocked and she timbered backNO! Sue darted forward, caught a massive handful of blonde hair and tugged her into a Front Facelock. Grip locked, Sue blew a kiss to the hard camera, then leapt skyward and braced one foot against the top rope just to push off in a gorgeous half circle, the Rainmaker swinging around and down to THUWHONK Becky’s forehead into the canvas courtesy of a ring-shivering TrustfunDDT! Clayton somersaulted through the landing to land on her butt more than halfway across the ring. She’d barely come to a stop when Burlingame scurried over and shoved her onto her back, the Courtier hooking her blonde’s far leg in a Back Press that kept her folded up tight for the…
TRUSTFUNDDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H6W8Mqsr1k8
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Becky powered out with half a second to spare, flopped to her belly and made it to her feet only a heartbeat behind the challenger. Catching the gleam of shock in the brunette’s eyes, Bex launched a massive Haymaker at Sue’s ch-- Sue dipped low and spun around on her foe’s six so she was ready and waiting when Clayton regained her footing for a lurching about-face.
THWHACK! Burlingame left the mat in a gorgeous vertical leap and lashed out with right leg to kick the flummoxed Destroyer directly behind the left ear! Becky’s hands dropped to her sides and the minute tremble in her thighs suggested those strong legs were about to give way as well. But they didn’t get the chance because the Ace reeled her into another Front Facelock and slung the near arm across her shoulders. Helping herself to a snug grip on Clayton’s trunks, Susan dipped her knees and popped her hips to hoist the blonde overhead whereupon she immediately laid out flat to SPIKE the back of her prey’s head and shoulders into the deck with a gorgeous Snap Brainbuster! No quick recovery from Becky now, she pooled out in a starfish that didn’t change until Susan floated over into a Lateral Press and hooked the far leg for…
GAMENGIRI & SNAP BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZtoAGL_Fo2o
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Becky Clayton twitched a shoulder off the mat to deny her opponent a record-breaking title reign by the slimmest of margins. “Nice hustle, soldier.” Sue drew in a deep breath and let it out slow as she patted the champ’s fluttering tummy. “Now lets see how you hold up when I get to show you off for the goddamned crowd.”
The heiress filled her hands with Becky’s hair and treated her noggin to a few possessive tugs as she brought the both of them to verticality. Turning Bex so she was back to, the Ace looped an arm between Clayton’s thighs while her other hand cupped the blonde’s chin. Already buzzing, the Red, White & Bruised throng let out a cacophonous ‘Oh no she didn’t!’ sort of cheer when Susan muscled the big blonde up across her shoulders for a retaliatory Torture Rack!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWW!” Becky wailed into the overhead lights as the Rainmaker tried to crack her back and her spirit in a single stroke.
“GIVE UP!” Burlingame shouted at her suffering burden. “GIVE IT UP, BEX! I GOT YOU, GIRL!”
“NO!” Clayton barked at once. “NO GODDAMNED WAY, SUE! YOU GOT NOTHEEERRRRGHGHGHGHGH!”
Much as she loved to show off, Sue knew she couldn’t walk Becky around the ring without burning through far too much of her reserves so she bounced in place instead. “I SAID GIVE UP! DON’T MAKE ME BREAK NGH!”
Bex drove an elbow into the top of Burlingame’s head, then did it again and ag-- Sue slung the suffering Destroyer out behind her, caught hold of Chinlock in that weird floaty instant before gravity took over, then kicked both legs forward and laid out on her back to THAWHAM Becky into the mat with a massive Neckbreaker! Clayton tumbled over into a facedown sprawl and probably would’ve stayed here if Burlingame hadn’t shoved her onto her back and pounced atop her chest, the heiress mouthing Castle’s count along with the rest of the FAWNatics.
TORTURE RACK NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8D1fxhbqggI
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Camouflage Crusher shot an arm into the air, her index finger raised to waggle out a ‘no!’ for anyone who’d already written off her championship rei--“RRRGGGGHHH!”
This valiant show of tenacity proved disastrous for Becky when Susan looped her right arm around the blonde’s head and raised arm. Knotting her hands between Clayton’s shoulders to really crank up on the Dragon Sleeper, the Rainmaker clambered to one knee and growled, “Should’ve stayed down for the three, soldier. Now I gotta tap you out.”
This was no idle threat.
The three time World Champion was already on the rise and forcing Clayton to do the same. This shift in elevation put more and more strain on Bex’s neck and back, but the Dragon Sleeper was only the beginning of her problems. Because if Sue could turn her over for the Root of All Evil…
Refusing to contemplate the prospect for more than an instant, Becky reached up with her free (left) hand and cupped the back of the challenger’s skull. She didn’t shake, tug or even jostle, rather she pushed down, Clayton using her vaunted upper-body strength to force Burlingame’s chin against her breastbone. “Stop…stalling.” Sue grunted at the champ. “You know it’s over, Bex.” she jabbed the point of her right knee into the small of her opponent’s curved back to lend credence to this claim. “Don’t make this harder than it has to NNGGH!”
Becky released Sue’s head, curled her hand into a slight cup and THWHAPPED her hand against the brunette’s ear! Burlingame groaned, listed to one side, then steadied her footing and pumped two more Kneelifts into the champion’s ba-- The Peacekeeper hit Sue with the heel of her palm, the blow hard enough to make the Ace’s head ring.
Sue, damn her persistence, didn’t break the Dragon Sleeper, but she did slump forward over the suffering blonde which allowed Clayton to cup the back of her neck as she (Bex) sank to one knee. Groaning aloud as the ache in her own neck grew to nigh unbearable levels, Becky looped her right arm around Burlingame’s midsection, the FAWN World Champ tugged Sue forward with all her might and just like that the pain was gone because Burlingame was draped over her right shoulder like FAWN’s most valuable bag of leaves.
Galvanized by the thunderous roar of the crowd, Clayton powered to boot-leather with an implacable desire to toss Sue Burlingame the hell out of her ring. Such was her single-mindedness that Becky didn’t notice the sudden reverberation that ran up Susan’s legs when she whipped a hard right toward the ropes facing the entryway. If she had, she might’ve turned in time to see Nick Castle hit the deck after he took both of Sue’s boots to the dome.
As of yet oblivious to the gobsmacked official, Clayton charged the edge and dumped Burlingame over the top to the floor below with what was a massively elevated Body Slam! “HELL YEAH!” Bex climbed onto the bottom rope to bellow at the crowd, then her challenger. “HOW ‘BOUT THAT, SUE? DOES THAT FEEL LIKE IT’S OVER?”
More noise from the Red, White & Bruised throng, nothing from the splattered Ace… and no count from Castle, oddly enough. “Hey Nick, not that I’m looking to retain via count-out, but shouldn’t you at least start--oh shyt.”
Falling silent when she laid eyes on the fallen zebra, Bex left Sue to her own devices so she could get Castle back on his feet as quickly as possible. Down on the floor, Sue was vaguely aware of two different points. Clayton had stopped barking and Castle wasn’t counting. The Courtier didn’t much care as to the reason for either, she was simply content to use every free second to steady her breathing and muster what remained of her reserves. Rolling to all fours at what she judged as ‘TEN!’ on Castle’s absent count, Susan suppressed a soft groan and rose to her full-- the thud of fast-approaching footfalls earned an about-face from Burlingame, her quick reaction ensuring she had the briefest glimpse of Celia Blassenville before the Mistress of Puppets damn near kicked her head clear off her shoulders!
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
BICYCLE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XN8JWW1Ub2w
That vicious Bicycle Kick should have turned the Ace inside out or dropped her on the back of her head and shoulders at the very least, but Blassenville was a devil and as such she had the devil’s own luck as evidenced by drunken pirouette that left Burlingame slopped against the apron rather than that on her back in a semi-conscious heap. As for the Temptress, she dropped to one knee and sidled under the apron to ensure she was well out of sight by the time Becky turned her attention to the outside.
Drawn by the roar raised when Blassenville blindsided the challenger, all Clayton saw was a seemingly exhausted Burlingame with one arm hooked over the bottom rope and the other braced against the apron. Sensing her rival was all but defenseless even at a distance, Bex got to her feet, but didn’t leave the ref’s side. “You gonna be ok, Nick?”
“Yeh… yeah, I’ll be fine. Get back to it, Bex.” The One Woman Army was already on the move, storming across the canvas to grab a double handful of the Rainmaker’s battle-damp hair. “Get in here, Sue.” she ordered in the midst of yanking Susan through the ropes. “You wanted to end it? Let’s end it!”
Sue answered with a few dispirited punches to the blonde’s midsection but no words, a detail that only struck Clayton as relevant when other facts came to light a bit later. Ignoring the token resistance the same way she’d ignored the final thrashings of the demented Red Lisa, Becky dragged Susan to the center of the squared circle and ‘hupped’ her onto her right shoulder. No wild spins this time around, the BFG helped herself to Sue’s biceps and muscled her that much higher via a face-first Crucifix. Already aware of Nick watching from a safe distance, Bex dipped her knees in a slight crouch, then shot up on tiptoe and launched Burlingame straight up! Sue’s ascent was short and rather floaty. Her descent was also short, but infinitely sharper as Clayton collected Burlingame’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on her back to THA-WHAM Sue down flat on her face, chest and belly! The heiress bounced and Becky was right there to bull-rush her onto her back, the Camouflage Crusher hooking the far leg and drawing it tight to Susan’s chin while Castle tolled a steady…
SNAFU:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVO2lW92ozk
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Bex dropped Sue’s leg as soon as the bell sounded, however she didn’t push off her opponent’s tummy until the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… BECKY CLAYTON!”
Dipping her head in an exhausted nod, Becky fought to her feet so she could accept the belt from Castle and hold it over her head two-handed. This was greeted with near unanimous cheers, though there was an audible thread of boos that hurt the tiniest bit. Only for a moment though, she dismissed it as Sue’s notoriously vocal fan-base voicing their displeasure for their heroine coming up short in her quest for an unprecedented fourth reign. Understandable and Bex bore neither ill will, which was why she didn’t hesitate to offer Burlingame a hand when the heiress sat--
Sue swatted it away and spun to one knee, her back to the champ. “What the hell, Sue?” hurt and anger jockeyed for control of Clayton’s tone. “We put on a show like that and then you shyt all over me because--”
“Because Blassenville kicked my f*cking face in?” The Rainmaker was on her feet and practically nose to nose with the Peacekeeper. “I was close, Bex. This close to number four and she stole the chance away. She helped you, just like she helped--”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” the One Woman Army interrupted. “Because if you think so little of me that I’d actually ask Celia to help me win this match… we’re done, Sue.”
Susan put her hands on her hips and didn’t say anything for a long time. “Eventually she looked Clayton in the eye and said, “I know you didn’t. I know you never WOULD. But she’s cost me twice, Becky. You have no idea how much that burns.”
“That’s where you’re wro--” Bex trailed off as she spotted the Crimson Cagliostro strolling up the ramp like she didn’t have a care in the world. “HEY! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE, BLASSENVILLE!”
Celia’s stride didn’t so much as falter, so Clayton stormed to the edge of the ring with Susan crowding in beside. “YOU’RE FINISHED, YOU HEAR ME, BYTCH?” the Ace shouted. “SWEETIE, YOU BETTER LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M F*CKING TALKING TO YOU!”
Now the Temptress did stop. She glanced over one shoulder, but didn’t turn around. “Why would I do that? Such a display would imply I respect or fear either one of you… and that’s clearly not the case. Say, weren’t you two supposed to shake hands after the bell?”
Celia smirked, offered Peacekeeper and Rainmaker a small wave, then continued her leisurely walk up the ramp.
Though she was seething over Blassenville’s interference, Clayton swallowed the lump in her throat and extended a hand to the brunette.
Sue regarded it blandly, then grabbed on and pulled the champ into a tired hug. “Tell me to stop and I will.” Burlingame murmured in Becky’s ear. “You tell me to stop, I won’t come after that belt as long as it’s around your waist.”
“I won’t though. Because I want to face the best. I want to beat the best. You want to make history, Susan?” Clayton drew back and swatted one hand to the golden faceplate. “It’s right here for the taking. But you’ll have to beat me to do it… and I’ll march to hell and back before I let you beat me.”
Burlingame’s dark eyes flashed, showing a fresh flash of that old competitive fire. “You might just have to, soldier. Keep it looking pretty for me, will ya?”
“I’ll keep it looking pretty for me.”
They exchanged a final nod, then Sue slipped through the ropes thus ceding the ring and the battle to the reigning, defending FAWN World Champion. Becky watched her go, but her mind was on Celia Blassenville. The Temptress had meddled in her life once too often, and now? “Now she learns that I don’t succumb to temptation,” the blonde noted, “I CRUSH it.”