Post by hawkeye on Jan 10, 2022 1:34:19 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FAWN Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, hailing from Tombstone, Arizona and San Antonio, Texas respectively, weighing in at a combined total of two hundred and fifty-three pounds, please welcome BAREBACK BETH JENKINS AND LEAH MONTOYA, THE DESPERADOS!”
Those gathered for a warm Season’s Beatings did anything but, choosing instead to fill the arena with jeers at the opening of Chevelle’s ‘Hats off to the Bull’. Things got even louder when the lights went out and a small flame blossomed at the center of the stage then split in two directions and raced around on an erratic path before meeting again several feet below. The upper deck saw the pattern clearly and by now everyone who’d been a regular viewer for the last several knew what was being drawn -- a huge circle containing a five pointed star.
THOOMP!’ A spotlight exploded along with the chorus and there was stood the Baroness of Boot Hill and the Dark Star, a pair of ladies recently united by their common love of violence and pilfered gold. Recent wins over the likes of Muy Caliente and the Frighteners had put them near the front of the title match line and an aggressive verbal campaign, Leah to Veronica had sealed the deal for the despicable duo.
BETH JENKINS:
LEAH MONTOYA:
Patently unimpressed by the vitriol shot their way, Montoya and Jenkins repelled it all with a pair of raised middle fingers before bumping knuckles with her partner. “You ready to make these poseurs squeal?” Beth asked the Terrible Texan.
“Only after I make Treymane cough up a mouthful of teeth,” Leah replied. “That bytch has an ass whoopin’ coming her way.”
That was all Beth needed to hear so she started down the ramp with Montoya strolling along a few steps behind. For tonight’s tandem tussle the redhead was decked out in the flag of the Grand Canyon State patterned on her vest—small enough to leave a sliver of midsection bare— though instead of her usual blue spandex she’d chosen to match Leah with black boy-cut trunks and tan leather chaps below. Her feet were adorned in a pair of battered old cowboy boots, spurs clicking against the floor as she saunters down the aisle. A coiled lasso was attached to her hip and sitting atop her head was a black cowboy hat with a curved brim.
As for her partner, Leah wore simple black trunks and a matching tankini top patterned in the style an old fashioned western vest. Her elbow pads were matte black, as were those at her knees, though they were emblazoned with large silver stars. Her boots were shiny black leather and a closer inspection revealed the presence of wicked spurs that glittered dull red beneath the lights. Montoya’s hands were heavily taped from the base of her fingers to well past her wrists and lest you forget the weapon that instilled fear into the hearts of cattle and catfighter alike, there was the heavy length of bull rope tied to a tarnished brass bell.
Breaking into matching sprints when the reached the foot of the ramp, Jenkins and Montoya dove under the bottom rope and popped to their feet. Beth raised her lasso and Leah hoisted her bull rope, the promise of painful rope tricks to come enough to summon a shower of silver pyro from all four corners of the squared circle. Careful enough to keep his distance until the light show faded away, referee Craig Long sidled in beside the challengers and accepted lasso, bull rope and spurs with the greatest of care. Freed of their accoutrements, Leah and Beth turned their attention to the stage and the hapless marks that were about to occupy it.
“And introducing their opponents! Hailing from Bridgeport, California and Stovington, Vermont respectively and weighing in at combined total of two hundred and forty-four pounds. They are the Neo-Noir Knockout VERONICA TREYMANE and the Girl that Gravity Forgot, LILY BURLINGAME! Together they are the FAWN Tag Team Champions… COSMIC NOIR!
The low lights of the Crimson Comet’s entrance were interrupted by a tongue of flame sparking out of the floor at the bottom of the ramp and burning rapidly up its wick until it reached the pool of darkness at the top. And all at once the predicted explosion of noise and pyro went off, a huge KA-BOOM of red bursting loud enough to swallow the introductory riff of ’Comeback Kid’. When the lights came back the music immediately cut to the first verse of ‘Machine Gun Blues’ and the FAWNatics roared for all they were worth to greet the Galactic Gumshoes.
LILY BURLINGAME:
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Hands on her hips as she surveyed the fans before honing in on the challengers, Lily told Veronica, “Cowgirls been running their mouths real hard, ‘Ronnie. Think it’s time we showed them the error of their ways?”
“It was time three weeks ago.” Treymane admitted as she drew a flap on her trench coat to one side to reveal the mellow golden faceplate of the belt strapped around her waist. “But I was willing to wait for the right time to prune those Daisies.”
Burlingame smiled, rubbed the faceplate of her own belt with one forearm, then raised the invisible detonator. “What a fortuitous coincidence, I happen to have my favorite shears.”
“Hey, so do I.” Veronica noted as she raised the replica Thompson.
With both champs properly armed, the Roseate rocket hoisted the detonator high and brought her thumb down to get an earth-shattering ‘KA-BOOM!’ from the FAWNatics and an explosive line of pyro from Veronica’s barking iron. When it fell silent Treymane and Burlingame blew smoke off the barrel, then started toward the ring with the Star Strider a few steps ahead
For their last defense of the year Lily wore a gleaming dark purple variation of her usual midnight blue and starry white halter and bottoms, galaxies swirling and shimmering with her every move. Her knee pads were white on one side and purple on the other, matching her togs perfectly. Behind her, the Gorgeous Gangster wore matching togs, the purple replacing charcoal gray in her usual boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, as did her pads and wrist-tape, while her boots were a matching purple.
They were about halfway to the squared circle when Burlingame raised her right hand and started a silent countdown.
Three.
Two.
One.
Blastoff!
The Girl That Gravity Forgot went flying down the rest of the ramp to leap onto the apron in a single bound. From there she raced along the narrow ledge to the far corner, the top of which she reached just as easily. This display of effortless acrobatics was capped off with a soaring and undeniably gorgeous back-flip which landed her perfectly within the confines of the squared circle. A couple heartbeats passed and Veronica slid in behind her, the Magnificent Moll having doffed her coat and Thompson as soon as the countdown began. Stomping to the challengers immediately thereafter, a brawl would’ve broke out if not for the timely intervention of referee Craig Long. Limited to an exchange of threats for the moment, Lily and ‘Ronnie unstrapped their gold and held it high before headed to the opposite corner for final instructions.
CLANG!
Lily was about to skip out of the corner when Leah Montoya raised a hand and shook her head ‘no’. “Not right now, rich girl. I can boot you over the horizon a little later, for now I want the gangster.”
The Crimson Comet wasn’t one to take such disrespect without comment, but her recent triumphs over the towering terrors of Leggs Inc. had tempered that once furious urge to prove her giant killing credentials, so rather than give the Dark Star any sass she backed into Noir’s side of town and raised a hand for Veronica. Treymane clapped herself into the bout, dipped through the ropes and murmured, “No strain, ‘Lil. I’ll save you some good parts.”
“Break everything but her jaw for all I care.” the heiress noted as she vaulted onto the apron. “I wanna hear a proper ‘ooooffh’ when I drop a Cherry Warhead on that cow-patty gut.”
“No chance, princess!” Beth called from the challenger’s side of town. “You’re gonna be face-polishing my buckle all goddamned night!”
Jenkins and Burlingame continued to jaw from opposite corners, Montoya and Treymane on the other hand circled in silence for the better part of ten seconds before they came together in an aggressive clinch that was equal parts palm-to-chin and collar-and-elbow. The rough treatment didn’t intimidate either grappler, but it certainly didn’t endear her to opponent and after several seconds they broke apart with a disdainful shove.
“Same old ‘Ronnie.” Leah scoffed as she beckoned the blonde forward. “Still palling around with failures and rejects to make yourself feel like a bad-ass.”
“Same old Leah.” Treymane countered in a cool, almost disinterested tone. “Still shielding herself with brats and bullies so she doesn’t have to face anyone by herself. No wonder Zahn kicked your ass to the curb a while back, it must have been weird for her to realize that she was the integrity in that outfiNNGH!”
Leah crooked her hands into claws and lunged for Veronica’s hair only to fire a straight jab into the former World Champion’s mouth! The Dangerous Dame’s head snapped backward and the rest of her quickly followed, Treymane’s progress aided by a flurry of hooks to the tummy and flanks. Montoya’s hands were heavy but so was Veronica’s resolve and it wasn’t long before she made the brunette pay for her encroachment with a quick Uppercut that clipped the Texan’s chin. Leah grunted and raised her guard to absorb any additional punishment, so Treymane went low and slammed the point of her right shoulder into the pit of her foe’s stomach. Cinching her arms around Montoya’s thighs the instant she made contact, ‘Ronnie hoisted the brunette up onto the encroaching joint and charged to a neutral corner so she could BWUNG Leah into the buckles!
Beth immediately started barking about how her partner was in the ropes and why didn’t Craig Long just do his goddamned job, but alas none of her efforts prevented the Gorgeous Gangster from hammering three heavy Shoulderblocks into the pit of her opponent’s stomach. It probably would’ve been more than that if Jenkins hadn’t sicced the zebra on her so fast, so rather than try to cram in any more she raised both hands to shoulder level and stepped away as soon as Long closed in to make his case. Pleased by the seemingly effortless clean break, Craig backpedaled away from the action only to curse his foolishness when Treymane hurried in, grabbed the top rope in both hands and raised her right foot to Montoya’s jaw and grrrrrrroound away until the ref reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count.
CORNER BOOT CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mbjcn9k7Jvk
“Knock that off Veronica!” Long told the blonde as she backed off for real this time. “I know you know the rules!”
“And you know I answer cheap shots with knock-out blows.” Treymane countered. “Leah Montoya’s needed my boot on her ass for a long time and I’m going to see it stays there for the whole matOOOFFFHHHH!”
Surprised jeers from the FAWNatics when the Texan boosted herself onto the second rope and sprang at the champ, Montoya raising her knees to hip-level to bowl Treymane off her feet courtesy of a Diving Thesz Press! Leah delighted at the feel of ‘Ronnie’s surprised face colliding with her tummy, though this quickly gave way to a much baser pleasure when she filled one hand with the blonde’s hair and set to work PWAKING punch after punch into Treymane’s hairline!
DIVING THESZ PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=htdHQ6F0M9U
“C’mon you pansy-ass, wannabe hardcase!” Montoya barked down at her adversary even as Veronica huddled up behind a hasty makeshift guard. “You think you can actually brawl with me? Let’s see what you f*cking GUH!”
The Magnificent Moll bucked her hips during a lull in Leah’s barrage and managed to toss her attacker clear without losing more than a large hank of hair. Ignoring the burning sting in her scalp, Treymane scrambled to verticality barely half a heartbeat behind the Rapacious Rustler, meaning Montoya was already shooting in low for a Double Leg Takedo--“NNNGGHH!” ‘Ronnie couldn’t get out of the way so she pivoted on her left foot and brought her right leg up to THUNK that knee into the brunette’s left temple!
Leah crumpled to all fours while Veronica went to her knees, but where Montoya could only reach for her own ringing skull, Treymane grabbed her foe by the nape of the neck and proceeded to unload upon her with a trio of Overhand Forearm Smashes that THWHACKED across Montoya’s shoulders. She followed these with several sharp slaps to the back of the head and a double handful of hair, all the better to bounce, then draaaaaaaaag Leah’s protesting mug back and forth over the rough canvas.
“You better not be crying, Daisy. Not yet. Not after you mouthed off about wanting a fiGHR! RGH! RGH! RGH!”
Montoya didn’t prize herself free of the blonde’s grip, instead she did the next best thing and forced her head off the mat. In that same instant she balled one hand into a fist and started pounding away at Treymane’s tummy and flanks. The Dangerous Dame soaked up several of these shots before reeling the penitent pugilist into a Front Facelock that allowed her to administer several more of those Overhead Smashes, albeit to the brunette’s lower back.
“That all you got, cowpoke?” Veronica huffed over the heavy smack of blonde on brunette beef. “We can wrestle all you want, but I’m just as happy to beat you up in some dingy back allOOOWWWWW BYTCH!”
Leah turned her head in the confines of the Front Facelock and sank her teeth into Treymane’s side, the challenger chewing and worrying until the Gorgeous Gangster was forced to let loose and scramble to her feet. “F*cking poseur.” Montoya growled when she’d rose to her full height. “As if you’d do anything but lose teeth if you stepped to me anywhere outside this goddamned riNNNGGGHH!”
Treymane hauled off and decked her, a great looping Haymaker that rocked the Lone Wolf back on her heels and earned an immediate warning from the referee. “Hey! No closed hands, ‘Ron--”
“Shut up.” Leah spoke to Craig though her eyes never left Treymane. “She can swing all the closed fists she wants. A balled up feather is still a feath--”
Veronica swung for the fences only this time the challenger was ready, Leah getting a forearm up to send the strike skidding away at the last instant. It was the perfect opportunity for a counterpunch, indeed the expression of Treymane’s face suggested she expected the brunette to give it her best shot. Montoya did exactly that, unfortunately for the blonde her best shot was a quick thumb to the eye rather than a punch!
Teeth bared in ferocious amusement as Treymane reeled on the spot, Leah slapped the champ just because she could, then grabbed a handful of hair and hauled her into a Side Headlock. Twisting around so that their backs were immediately to the ref, Montoya flattened her other hand into a spade and quickly jabbed those fingers into the hollow of ‘Ronnie’s throat! Treymane coughed violently and might’ve collapsed to her knees if not for the Headlock. As it was she could only rasp and writhe while Leah stamp-hopped in place, the vindictive Texas doing everything her power to plant a crop of cauliflower in the former World Champion’s ears.
Eventually Veronica started to regain her bearings and she promptly made Montoya regret the cheap shot with several heavy punches to the belly. This was followed by a snug, side-applied sort of Waistlock that took both ladies several steps closer to the ropes before Leah switched over to a double handful of hair, went up on tiptoe and drove the blonde’s forehead onto the point of her right knee with an ugly THWHUNK!
The Pinstripe Powerhouse swayed in place, one hand pressed to her aching noggin while the other swept about for the ropes or possibly Leah herse--“OOFFFHHH!”
Montoya snatched Treymane’s exposed wrist, took a giant step backward and yanked her adversary into a Broadside Kneelift that smashed into her tummy. That shot ‘Ronnie doubled over and gasping for air, so Leah crooked her hands into claws and raaaaaaaaaaaked from the small of Treymane’s back up to between her shoulders! Veronica shrieked and straightened up like she’d been touched by Beth’s branding iron which meant she was wide open when Montoya went low and stuffed her shoulder into the blonde’s belly. Locking her hands beneath the swell of Treymane’s glutes even as her foe was doubling over, the Dark Star hoisted Veronica like a sack of laundry and whipped around on her heel not to bust spines but to take off toward the challenger’s corner at a full sprint.
Beth saw her coming and took a step away from the buckles without relinquishing her hold on the tag rope. Heartbeats passed and then Montoya drove into the corner, the brunette putting every bit of her hundred and thirty plus pounds into the Shoulderblock / Spear that BWUUUNGED Treymane against the canvas-sheathed steel. Holding this pose long enough to feel Beth’s hand slap her left shoulder, Leah pulled her prey loose then went up on tiptoes and whipped ‘round in a half circle to THWHAM the Gorgeous Gangster onto the deck courtesy a massive Spinebuster!
Montoya knew she wasn’t legal and didn’t waste time trying for a cover, rather she rolled out under the bottom rope a whisper after Beth Jenkins had climbed into the high rent district. Hanging around up top just long enough to flip off Lily Burlingame, Beth leapt out into the void and cocked her right elbow up behind her ear to ensure maximum impact when she SPIKED the bony dagger into Treymane’s sternum! Veronica’s legs popped into the sky even as Beth swung into a seat on the blonde’s chest so the challenger grabbed one in both hands and held it close while the referee swooped in to count…
DIVING ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=awSA7tJwSek
ONE…
TWO…
Relief from the FAWNatics when Treymane got both hands on Jenkins’ rump and shoved her away with a full second to spare. “Lucky this idiot likes you!” Beth jerked a thumb at the ref as she scrambled to her feet. “If he’d been counting at a normal speed your ass would already be outta here!”
“Cuuuhhh… keep telling yourself that.” Treymane muttered after she’d struggled to a slumped seat. “It couldn’t be because you don’t have what it takNNNNGGGHHH!”
Jenkins took leave of her feet to plant both boots in Veronica’s face with a Basement Dropkick! Treymane immediately rolled onto her stomach like she was concerned about the redhead trying for a cover, but she needn’t have bothered because Beth didn’t even bother. Rather she filled her hands with Treymane’s hair, hauled her to verticality and followed up with a Kneelift and Front Facelock one right after the after. In full control of the Destroyer’s noggin, Jenkins turned ‘em both around so they were back to back with Treymane’s neck strained awkwardly atop Beth’s right shoulder. From there she went up on tiptoes and dropped to her knees to tear ‘Ronnie off balance and THUNK the base of her skull against that encroaching shoulder with a nasty Neckbreaker!
NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZXtgtl1qfs
The Magnificent Moll groaned aloud as she was forced back to verticality before crumpling to her knees with one hand cupping the back of her head. As for Jenkins, she quickly circled around in front of the penitent champ, slapped on another Front Facelock and laid out on her back to spike the crown of her skull into the mat with a huge DDT! No bouncing up from that one, Treymane slopped over onto her back in a woozy sprawl and Beth squished her with a miniature Splash, the Baroness of Boot Hill all smiles as she hooked the far leg to strengthen her cover through the count of…
KNEELING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Mhnw-GhYKQ
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Veronica powered out of her own accord, meaning Lily could backpedal to the Cosmic Noir corner without drawing untoward attention from Craig Long. Beth however noted her departure and barked out, “Yeah, slink on back over there, bytch! You think you can stop us from taking those belts? If this trash heap is helpless, what do you think we’d do to you?”
The Crimson Comet chose not to answer, a show of insolence that guaranteed more suffering for her partner. Kneeling on the blonde’s right side, Beth leaned over and wrenched Treymane’s left arm up under her right bicep in a simple Armbar that was more about constraint than contortion. In the same instant she looped her left arm around Veronica’s left thigh and cranked that back at a similarly awkward angle. With her right knee wedged between the former World Champ’s shoulders, Beth reeeeeeeeeeefed back on the Buckle Bunny Trap to put serious pressure on ‘Ronnie’s shoulder, spine and inner thigh.
BUCKLE BUNNY TRAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ub5sKq4sOyQ
“Tap out.” Jenkins demanded when her opponent started to wriggle and groan. “Tap out or I’ll hogtie you with your own goddamned top.” Treymane shook a finger in denial, tried to grab onto Beth’s right wrist and got the hold tightened all over for her efforts. “What, you’re going to make me ask you twice?” Jenkins scoffed. “I got a better idea, why don’t you cry for these idiots!?”
“Kiss my assSSAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHH!” The Dangerous Dame’s defiance descended into despair when Bareback Beth slipped three fingers into the side of her mouth and pulled as hard as she could!
“FISHHOOKING, REF!” Burlingame shouted over her friend’s wails. “Make her break the hold!”
Jenkins looked over and blew the heiress a kiss. “Why don’t you make me break it yourself?”
Lily was itching to do just that, but she didn’t rise to the bait because it would only make things worse for ‘Ronnie. Snorting at this disgusting reticence, Beth abandoned the Fishhook, flattened that hand into a paddle and delivered three ringing SLAPS to Treymane’s left breast before sinking in a vicious Claw!
“Give us those belts, sugar bear.” Jenkins growled at the suffering champion. “Don’t make me tell you twiEERRGGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
The addition of the Claw had made the Buckle Bunny Trap more painful (and humiliating) however it had also lessened the redhead’s control over Treymane’s trapped arm and she paid for it when the Gorgeous Gangster snagged a huge handful of hair! To make matters worse, Veronica rolled onto her back, balled her right hand into a fist and began to drive shot after shot into Beth’s tummy!
“Shut her down now, Beth.” Leah called from the corner. “Don’t let that piece of shyt get to her, yeah, that’s it! Stomp the shyt out of her!”
Aware that the Trap was falling apart, Jenkins scrambled to her feet, then hopped up and came down with both knees gouging DEEP into the pit of Treymane’s stomach! “You’re f*cked now, loser.” Beth promised as she hauled Veronica upright with a double handful of hair. “You’re not a Gangster and you’re sure as hell no champion, you’re just another Bronco in need of busting.”
Switching over to a Wristlock before the blonde could offer any rebuttal, Jenkins took a giant step back and dropped her shoulder to send Treymane into a neutral corner with a hard Irish Whip. There was a low, ugly BWUUUNG as ‘Ronnie’s back hit the buckles, yet her legs remained steady, the former champ’s continued verticality a troubling obstacle for Bareback Beth’s Bronco Busting plans. But this show of resilience only steeled the redhead’s resolve and took off for the opposite corner, Jenkins hopping onto, then pushing off of the second turnbuckle to turn herself around without missing so much as a step. Halfway across the squared circle within an instant of hitting the canvas, Beth raced toward the corner and--THWHACK! Veronica pushed clear of the corner, whipped ‘round in a full circle, then sprang off her back foot and drove a few thousand volts of Chicago Lightning through Beth’s chin courtesy of her right heel!
CHICAGO LIGHTNING @ 00:22
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cfafIseHu3Q
The challenger went down in a gobsmacked heap and Treymane fell to one knee beside her, the surge of adrenaline not quite enough to keep her upright after the prolonged punishment from the Desperados.
“C’MON VERONICA!” Lily bellowed to her partner, the Maroon Meteor bouncing on the bottom rope in an effort to keep herself glued to the spot. “GET OVER HERE AND TAG ME, I’LL PLANT THAT DAISY FOR YA!”
Over on the other side of town, Leah Montoya was offering similar advice to her partner. “Walk it off, Beth! You’re just stunned, she’s hurt! Get up and drag that useless sack of shyt over here!”
Both schools of motivation seemed to work, as Treymane forced herself to boot-leather right about the time Jenkins rolled to her stomach and clambered to all fours. But where the Magnificent Moll started toward the Cosmic Noir corner, the Baroness of Boot Hill turned her attention to the retreating champion. Not about to let the frenetic little idiot make her presence felt, Jenkins sprinted past Veronica and swung a looping Haymaker at Burlingame’s fa-- Lily saw it coming and transformed her latest hop into a full-fledged leap, one that let the former Lightweight Champion DRIVE the point of her left knee into Beth’s fist! Jenkins wailed in surprised pain and stumbled backward into a Forearm Smash to the nape of the neck!
“Wrong move, Daisy.” Treymane huffed as she hooked her left arm across the redhead’s shoulders while simultaneously thrusting her head beneath Beth’s right arm. Then she cupped her right hand against the back of Jenkins’ right thigh and flipped her up and over, the challenger flung into a somersault that would’ve been gorgeous if she’d landed on her feet and not flat on her face, chest and belly!
INVERTED EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHwMJTW7aEs
Galvanized by the THAWHAM of Beth meeting the mat, Treymane sprang to her feet and stormed into the corner to CLAP Lily into the match to much fanfare from those assembled. Already well aware of how Jenkins had fallen in the wake of the Inverted Exploder, the Star Strider leapt onto the top rope in a single bound, then hopped up and twisted around to face the audience instead. Just like that she dipped her knees and vaulted out into the void, the youngest Burlingame seeming to float all the way to the zenith before gravity finally caught up and brought her THWHAMMING down across Beth’s midsection! The redhead’s legs popped up and Lily caught ‘em both, pulling Jenkins’ knees up to somewhere around her chin while Craig Long swooped in to count…
SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wzasyoDn-0Y
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Whether or not Beth would’ve kicked out unassisted remained a mystery because Leah Montoya dove across the ring and buried a Double Axehandle between Lily’s shoulders.
“Slippery little shyt!” the Lone Wolf snarled as she hauled Burlingame upright with a double handful of hair. “Should’ve stayed in the cornNNNGGGGHHH!”
In her rush to save the match, Leah had forgotten Veronica was still in the ring and paid a high price for it when the Pinstripe CLAPPED her ears with a stiff Bell Ringer! “Not your fight right now, Daisy.” Treymane told Montoya as she wheeled her around and muscled her up into a Fireman’s Carry. “But if you want a glimpse into the future…”
‘Ronnie glanced to Burlingame, who was already up and backpedaling into the ropes. Skipping nimbly over the crumpled form of Beth Jenkins on her way back, Lily threw herself into a quick front flip and grabbed hold of Leah’s chin as she passed by the Destroyers. That little tug was all the signal Veronica needed to throw herself down and back, the big blonde using every bit of her weight to THWHUMP the intruder into the deck with a Samoan Drop while Lily tried to wrench the head offa Montoya’s shoulders with a Somersault Neckbreaker!
Neither Leah or ‘Ronnie were legal at the moment so Burlingame didn’t even try for a cover, instead she turned her attention to Beth, who was leaned against the ropes with one arm held protectively over her aching abs. “Giddyup, pardner.” Lily called to the redhead as she beckoned her out to the middle of the squared circle. “You’re not going to win anything hanging out in the ropes.”
“F*ck off, shyt-heel.” Jenkins countered. “I don’t take orders from a rich bytch like you.”
Holding her tongue until Craig had trundled Leah to the challengers’ corner, Burlingame took a step back and spread her arms wide. “This all the extra space you’re getting, ginger. If you don’t have the guts to come to me, I’ll come to you.”
“The hell you will.” Beth scoffed. “We both know you’re about to scamper off to tag Treyma--”
Lily exploded forward just as Beth had hoped and so she doubled over and shot her shoulder into the champion’s NO! The Crimson Comet skidded into a Baseball Slide that took her by Jenkins and under the bottom rope to the floor! Snagging hold of Beth’s ankles immediately thereafter, Lily yanked the other wrestler’s legs out from under, then angled those captured stems all the way to the right before slinging them left as hard as she could! This resulted in Jenkins spinning through a half circle, her head and shoulders now hanging out over the edge of the apr--“NNNNGGGGHHH!” Burlingame hopped up and THWHACKED the heels of her boots into the side of Beth’s skull in a perfect Dropkick!
Beth groaned and slopped a little bit closer to the floor but she didn’t fall because Lily grabbed her under the armpits and hoisted her up high enough to thread each arm over the bottom strand. She’d stepped back to admire her work when Craig walked up to the ropes on the other side and said, “Let’s get it back in the ring, Lily.”
“Coming!” Lily answered in a pleasant singsong even as she leapt onto the apron and hurried to the far corner. Soon as she reached it she turned around, the Crimson Comet flying down the narrow ledge to build up an impressive head of steam before she left her feet and PLANTED ‘em between the redhead’s shoulders! The pinpoint Mushroom Stomp earned sympathetic groans from even the most dedicated supporters of sweetness and light, though these gave way to cheers once Burlingame dove under the bottom rope and pulled Jenkins out into deep water so she could cover her for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Bareback Beth shot an arm skyward to break the count with half a second to spare. The force of her escape tumbled Jenkins onto her stomach which would’ve been fine if Lily hadn’t immediately scrambled down to her feet and grabbed both. Wedging Beth’s right shin into the pit of the redhead’s left knee so she could trap her stems into a Figure Four, Burlingame threaded her right leg over the knot and dropped to a knee, the full weight of her butt on the challenger’s left shin to keep the knot tied tight. With Jenkins’ gams thoroughly secured, Lily hunched forward and grabbed a handful of her foe’s coppery locks. “Leggo bytch!” Beth groaned as her head was wrenched back at an awkward angle. “Dammit Long, get this skank out of my hairGGGRRRRRHHHHHH!”
CAMEL CLUTCH STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIf85LVC6EY
Burlingame did as bade, though the Chinlock she secured in its place was probably not what the Baroness of Boot Hill had in mind. Hands knotted in an S-grip, Lily jostled the challenger’s noggin for several seconds before easing the pressure only to craaaaaaaaaank her head back all the farther. “Tap out!” the heiress ordered as she tugged Jenkins’ head from side to side. “Tap out Beth, you’re done!”
“NO!” Jenkins barked her denial and waggled a finger ‘no’ to make sure the zebra knew she wasn’t going anywhere.
Elsewhere, Leah Montoya slipped a cautious leg through the ropes only to draw it back when Veronica called, “Don’t even think about it, Daisy!”
This exchange got Craig’s attention for a moment, though seeing both of his other charges on their respective aprons meant he didn’t leave the legal ladies. “What do you say, Beth?” he asked. “Need me to call it? Tell me something!”
“Suck a branding iron, f*cker.” Jenkins grumbled as she continued to scrabble and pull at Lily’s hands.
“Watch your language, pard.” Burlingame warned. “Mouthing off to my friends is a good way to get your heyOOOOOWWWW SHYT!”
Bareback Beth couldn’t free herself outright so she grabbed the brunette’s hands and pushed them up over her chin and bit down on the first finger drew within range! This was a flagrant violation of the rules of course and Lily could’ve maintained the hold if she’d waited through Long’s count, but the gnawing was quite painful and she relinquished the hold within seconds. Didn’t mean Jenkins was out of the woods though, she’d barely made it to all fours when Lily put her up on her knees with a whipping Overhand Slap that CRACKED between the redhead’s shoulders!
“Teach you to bite me, brat.” Burlingame growled once Jenkins was back on her feet. Slinging one arm over Beth’s shoulders while threading the other between her legs, the champ grabbed a handful of buttock, then scooped Beth onto her shoulder and-- “ARRRHHHHH!”
The Rough Rider kicked her feet to slide down Lily’s back, not only that, she crooked both hands into claws and dragged them across the other wrestler’s eyes! “Oh, did you think biting was the worst I could do, shyt-heel?” Beth sneered even as she wrenched Lily’s head back under her left armpit in an Inverted Facelock. “You’re gonna hate what happens next!” She kicked her legs back and laid out on her stomach to THWHAM Lily down on the back of her head and shoulders with a slick Reverse DDT.
REVERSE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZ4tU3cEkUA
The ring-rattling maneuver left Burlingame in perfect position to eat a pin, but Beth ignored it in favor of scraping her off the deck with a double handful of hair. “Watch out, Lee!” the redhead called to her partner. “Trash headed your way.”
Palpable concern from ‘Ronnie and the rest of the Star Gazers when Jenkins hurled Lily into the challenger’s corner with a hard Irish Whip. Burlingame bounced away from the buckles without losing her feet, at least until Montoya snatched hold of her hair and BWUUUNGED the back of her skull into the top turnbuckle!
That undid Lily’s knees and she crumpled to a seat, the Crimson Comet able to do little more than breathe and watch as Beth raced her way. Leaving her feet from a little ways out, Jenkins angled her legs into a ‘V’ and drove the full weight of her ass onto the brunette’s chest! Alas, that was only beginning for Lily as Bareback Beth grabbed the top rope in both hands and began to bounce with great enthusiasm, the challenger slamming her ass into Burlingame’s chest over and over while occasionally grinding her undercarriage against her seat’s mouth and nose! Continuing her ride until Craig reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count, Beth stood up, made a prim little adjustment to her briefs, then extended a hand to Leah and tagged her back into the fray.
Rather than come through the ropes, Montoya went up and over to settle into a seat on the top turnbuckle. She couldn’t quite reach Burlingame from that angle, so she looked to Beth and asked, “Want some time on the not-so-heavy bag?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
Jenkins helped herself to a double handful of the heiress’ hair and yanked her to boot-leather. Already woozy from the Bronco Buster, Lily was easy pickin’s for Leah, who threaded her legs around the Lightweight’s noggin in a Figure-Four and clamped down tight.
“C’mon Craig!” Veronica complained as her partner started to struggle and stamp. “Get ‘em out of the corner! And get Jenkins out of the ring!”
The Desperados heard this and responded with identical middle fingers before returning their attention to the Star Strider. Gripping the top rope in both hands, Montoya poured on the pressure, then leaned backward over the strands so that the top of her head was only a few inches above the apron. As for Bareback Beth, she honed in on Burlingame’s defenseless abs and pounded away with lefts and rights even after Long hurried over and started barking about the double team. Jenkins stopped throwing hands and went to slip through the ropes only to SMECK a Claw between the brunette’s thighs instead!
“He’s gonna count to four, rich girl!” the Baroness of Boot Hill taunted her wailing opposition. “Think you can hold out that long?”
Lily did because she had to, though it still felt like the ‘FOUR!’ was much longer in coming than usual. Crunching back to her original seat on the buckles under threat of disqualification, Leah relinquished the Headscissors in favor of a snug Side Headlock. “Hold on tight, shyt heel.” the Dark Star warned as she set her feet against the middle rope. “The trail’s about to get real rough.” On that ominous note Leah pushed off as hard as she could and kicked both legs forward to ensure she came down in relative comfort whereas poor Lily was THWHAMMED down on her face, chest and belly courtesy of the 2nd rope Bulldog!
The impact bounced Burlingame high enough to flip her onto her back so Montoya covered at once, the aggressive Texan hooking the far leg while never once breaking eye contact with ‘Ronnie Treymane through the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lily kicked loose at two and three quarters, much to the disgust of Beth Jenkins. Leah however didn’t seem all that perturbed. In fact, she was smiling when she grabbed Burlingame by the shoulder-straps and hauled her upright. “Beating the shyt out of your tax cheat sister was some of the most fun I’ve ever had in this building.” Montoya admitted to Veronica after she’d scooped Lily into position across her chest. “Only problem was, you didn’t get a chance to watch. Now though, “ the Lone Wolf went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee, just THUMPING the bony joint against the small of Lily’s back, “you get the best seat in the house while this piece of garbage snaps, crackles and pops!” With that she pressed her left hand to the champ’s chin, her right hand to Lily’s left thigh and puuuuuuuuuuuuuuushed down to bend her spine at an ugly angle.
OVER THE KNEE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I8YNPcbm3g0
“Nnnnnnngggggghhhhhhh!” Burlingame flailed and twitched as the Backbreaker did its work, but she couldn’t escape the Texan’s clutches. “That all you’ve got, rich girl?” Leah’s words were for Lily, but she was still staring a hole through Veronica. “If you’re gonna get out of this, you better do it yourself because ‘Ronnie’s got a real bad track record with partners. Hell, if I saw her doing this to Beth I’d have put my boot through her mouth already, but she’s just standing there with her thumb up her ass while I--”
Treymane vaulted over the ropes and would’ve turned Leah inside out with a Lariat if not for the timely interjection of Craig Long.
“Keep it in check, Veronica!” the official coaxed as he did his best to hold the Pinstripe Powerhouse back. “Don’t let her bait you, you’re not doing anyone any go--”
“Oh what, you’re going to listen to that shyt from him?” Montoya scoffed. “I thought you were supposed to be some badass criminal mastermind, but you’re just some law abiding poseur!”
Treymane cursed and made a lunge for Leah only for the ref to hook an interposing arm around her waist. “Back to the corner, Treymane! C’mon, you don’t want to get disqualified!”
Satisfied that the big blonde was suitably occupied for the next several seconds, Montoya quickly hauled Lily up from the Backbreaker and started marching her toward the far side of the ring. With all important eyes elsewhere, Montoya slammed a Kneelift into the champ’s gut, then CLAPPED her hands as hard as she could! Beth scrambled onto the top rope after the illicit ‘tag’ while the Dark Star dipped down, forced her head between Burlingame’s thighs and muscled her up onto her shoulders, Electric Chair style.
“They didn’t tag!” Veronica redoubled her escape efforts when she saw Lily get strapped in place for a Doomsday Device. “C’mon Craig, turn the hell around!”
“I will, just as soon as you get to your freakin’ corner!”
Treymane fumed, threw up her hands and frustration and backpedaled into the Noir corner as quickly as she could. In the meantime Leah tromped a little closer to her corner, thus ensuing that Jenkins was well within range when she sprang off the top turnbuckle with her left arm exten--‘OOOOOHHHHH!’ from the FAWNatics when the Crimson Comet clenched her legs around Montoya’s noggin and snapped backward as hard as she could! This abrupt inversion caught Leah off balance, meaning she couldn’t set her feet before Lily wrenched her over and down, the surprised brunette THWHUNKING hard on the back of her head and shoulders!
POISONED 'RANA @ 00:11
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fy28SzNv_RA&t=14s
As for the airborne redhead, her aim was true but her target was no longer there and that made for a most unpleasant landing more than halfway across the squared circle.
Finally drawn away from Treymane by the roar of the crowd and those near simultaneous thuds, Craig Long found himself looking over a triumvirate of human wreckage, though Lily did appear a bit livelier than her foes.
“C’MON LIL!” Veronica bellowed at the top of her lungs while the ref tried to make sense of the situation. “GET UP AND FLY YOUR ASS OVER HERE!”
The Star Strider wasn’t feeling too mobile at the moment, but she honed in on the urgency in her partner’s voice and started to rise, first to all fours, then to one knee and finally the whole of her five feet two inches. There was a brief, albeit strong moment of confusion when she heard ‘Ronnie’s voice and saw no one in the corner, but this vanished when she realized the Dangerous Dame was calling from over her shoulder. Turning on one heel, Burlingame started forward, then stopped at the sight of Leah and Beth between her and her goal. Montoya was on her hands and knees true, Jenkins however was on her feet and regarding the heiress with a glare of pure hate.
“Why’d you stop, rich girl?” Beth sneered at the heiress. “Surely you’re not gonna letHEY! Get the f*ck offa me, asshole!”
Craig Long shook his head ‘no’ and continued to tug on the redhead’s arm. “Sorry, Beth. I didn’t see the tag, means you’ve gotta go back to your corner.”
“The f*ck I do! Just because you’re too stupid to catch the tag doesn’t mean we OOOOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Lily Burlingame had no idea if Beth was legal or not, she did know that the challenger was distracted and she sprinted forward, skipped onto Leah’s back and launched herself off at full speed, the former Lightweight Champion smiting Bareback Beth with a Shotgun Dropkick that blew the redhead off her feet and BWUUUUNGED her spine-first into the champions’ corner!
The force of that concussive collision would’ve surely bounced Jenkins out into the wider ring if Veronica hadn’t leaned in and hooked an arm around her throat. “Where do you think you’re going, Daisy?” the big blonde huffed as she puuuuuuuuulled Beth tight against the strands with that illegal Sleeper.
As for Lily, she kipped to her feet like someone who hadn’t been wrestling hard for nearly twenty minutes and immediately honed in on Leah, who was still on all fours. “Remind me,” she called to Veronica. “Which of these jerks is legal?”
“Leah!” Treymane called in the midst of shaking the flailing redhead like a terrier shakes a rat.
“Perfect.” The youngest Burlingame sister took off across the ring, hit the strands opposite her downed adversary and came back as fast as her meteoric nickname indicated. Turned out she hit like one too, as Montoya discovered when Lily hopped up and THWHUNKED the point of her right knee into the side of Leah’s skull!
SLIDING KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=s5C70qK-gCw
The Dark Star flopped over onto her back in a slack-jawed starfish, but Burlingame didn’t go for the cover. Rather she tumbled through to a crouch, sprang toward the corner and SLAMMED that same knee into Beth’s sternum!
“Tag.” she smirked as Treymane slapped her palm. “You’re it.”
“Hell yeah.” ‘Ronnie shoved Beth to Lily so she could hop over the top rope. “Take care of this for me?”
“Sure thing. C’mere, cutie.”
With Lily running roughshod on the rambunctious redhead, Veronica raced over to Montoya and reintroduced herself to the Texan with a heavy Leg Drop across her throat! “Get up, Daisy.” Treymane snarled as she filled her hands with Leah’s hair. “It’s not the alley behind the Lamb, but it’s the best we’re gonna get tonight.”
“Fuuuuhhhh….f*cking shyt-heel.” Montoya complained as she was hauled upright. “I’m gonna beat your ass bloody for OOOFFFHH!”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse booted her foe in the stomach, then slipped ‘round behind and reached through with her right wrist to grab hold of Leah’s left wrist. A single sharp yank was enough to double the brunette over, which in turn made it quite easy for Treymane to slip her left arm under Leah’s right bicep and thus complete the Pumphandle. Pausing her offensive when the crowd roared their appreciation, ‘Ronnie gave them a smile and a languid little hip waggle, the former World Champ grinding against Leah’s buns. “Welcome to the big house, Daisy.” Treymane chided over the noise. “Better hope it doesn’t eat you alive.” Montoya bared her teeth and started reply, alas it didn’t develop past a hateful snarl because Veronica hoisted the challenger up to shoulder-level, then dropped to one knee to THWHUMP Leah’s back across the brawny post of her thigh!
JOURNEY INTO FEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1Fl5wDJHXQ
The Journey into Fear made Montoya shudder all over but her tremors only resulted in Treymane tightening her grip. In the next instant she stood up and boosted Leah even higher than previous, the brunette now draped gut-first atop her right shoulder. Switching her grips so one arm was strapped across Leah’s lower back and one hand cradled the base of her neck, Veronica went up on tiptoe, then snapped forward and down to THAWHAM Leah against the canvas-sheathed plywood.
By now the FAWNatics were screaming at the Magnificent Moll to go for a cover, but ‘Ronnie ignored them in favor of grabbing a double handful of Montoya’s shoulder-straps. “Get up, Daisy.” she grunted. “We’re not done just yet.”
Leah tried to wriggle loose, an effort that resulted in Treymane giving her a rough shake en route to boot-leather. A Toe Kick to the gut doubled the Texan over quite nicely and allowed Veronica to snag a Double Underhook without incident. A glance around the squared circle confirmed that not only had Lily taken Beth off the blonde’s hands, she’d trapped her in a Tree of Woe in the champ’s corner and proceeded to tee off on Jenkins’ belly with an unavoidable flurry of rights and lefts! “Next time show a little more respect, cowgirl.” Treymane murmured as she tilted to the right. “Or you’ll find out how this feels in a parking lot.” Just like that she snapped left and over, the Pinstripe Powerhouse flipping through a full rotation to land on her knees while Montoya was THWHONKED down on the crown of her skull!
DAISY CUTTER @ 7:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mbiJHS1xFoQ
Facedown and unresponsive after the Daisy Cutter, Leah didn’t even groan when Veronica turned her over with a Half Nelson and sealed off her golden aspirations with a full weight Reverse Face Sit, the usually good natured blonde showing a bit of femme fatale attitude in welcoming her rival’s nose to the Pinstripe Prison! Craig noted this only to confirm the challenger’s shoulders were down. Soon as he had, the ref counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The CLANG of the bell brought Lily over fast, the Roseate Rocket setting one cheeky foot atop Montoya’s fluttering belly so she could hoist the invisible detonator while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions… COSMIC NOIR!”
Burlingame pumped a fist, then offered it to Treymane and helped her stand. “Face Sitting, ‘Ronnie? Been watching some of Sue’s matches, have we?”
“Punk had it coming.” Veronica answered after she’d flicked her trunks back into place. “She wants to disrespect us, I’ll disrespect her right back. And I’m better at it than she is.”
“Damned right.”
Further conversation was halted by Craig Long, who arrived to offer the champs their hardware. Accepting it with minimal fuss, Lily and Veronica clinked their faceplates together, then strode to opposite corners and climbed up to show off their prizes. With one rival blasted into unconsciousness and the other hanging like a sullen decoration, Cosmic Noir were a sight to behold. There were still plenty of challenges left to test their mettle, but they were quickly establishing themselves as a dominant constellation in the tag team firmament.
Those gathered for a warm Season’s Beatings did anything but, choosing instead to fill the arena with jeers at the opening of Chevelle’s ‘Hats off to the Bull’. Things got even louder when the lights went out and a small flame blossomed at the center of the stage then split in two directions and raced around on an erratic path before meeting again several feet below. The upper deck saw the pattern clearly and by now everyone who’d been a regular viewer for the last several knew what was being drawn -- a huge circle containing a five pointed star.
THOOMP!’ A spotlight exploded along with the chorus and there was stood the Baroness of Boot Hill and the Dark Star, a pair of ladies recently united by their common love of violence and pilfered gold. Recent wins over the likes of Muy Caliente and the Frighteners had put them near the front of the title match line and an aggressive verbal campaign, Leah to Veronica had sealed the deal for the despicable duo.
BETH JENKINS:
LEAH MONTOYA:
Patently unimpressed by the vitriol shot their way, Montoya and Jenkins repelled it all with a pair of raised middle fingers before bumping knuckles with her partner. “You ready to make these poseurs squeal?” Beth asked the Terrible Texan.
“Only after I make Treymane cough up a mouthful of teeth,” Leah replied. “That bytch has an ass whoopin’ coming her way.”
That was all Beth needed to hear so she started down the ramp with Montoya strolling along a few steps behind. For tonight’s tandem tussle the redhead was decked out in the flag of the Grand Canyon State patterned on her vest—small enough to leave a sliver of midsection bare— though instead of her usual blue spandex she’d chosen to match Leah with black boy-cut trunks and tan leather chaps below. Her feet were adorned in a pair of battered old cowboy boots, spurs clicking against the floor as she saunters down the aisle. A coiled lasso was attached to her hip and sitting atop her head was a black cowboy hat with a curved brim.
As for her partner, Leah wore simple black trunks and a matching tankini top patterned in the style an old fashioned western vest. Her elbow pads were matte black, as were those at her knees, though they were emblazoned with large silver stars. Her boots were shiny black leather and a closer inspection revealed the presence of wicked spurs that glittered dull red beneath the lights. Montoya’s hands were heavily taped from the base of her fingers to well past her wrists and lest you forget the weapon that instilled fear into the hearts of cattle and catfighter alike, there was the heavy length of bull rope tied to a tarnished brass bell.
Breaking into matching sprints when the reached the foot of the ramp, Jenkins and Montoya dove under the bottom rope and popped to their feet. Beth raised her lasso and Leah hoisted her bull rope, the promise of painful rope tricks to come enough to summon a shower of silver pyro from all four corners of the squared circle. Careful enough to keep his distance until the light show faded away, referee Craig Long sidled in beside the challengers and accepted lasso, bull rope and spurs with the greatest of care. Freed of their accoutrements, Leah and Beth turned their attention to the stage and the hapless marks that were about to occupy it.
“And introducing their opponents! Hailing from Bridgeport, California and Stovington, Vermont respectively and weighing in at combined total of two hundred and forty-four pounds. They are the Neo-Noir Knockout VERONICA TREYMANE and the Girl that Gravity Forgot, LILY BURLINGAME! Together they are the FAWN Tag Team Champions… COSMIC NOIR!
The low lights of the Crimson Comet’s entrance were interrupted by a tongue of flame sparking out of the floor at the bottom of the ramp and burning rapidly up its wick until it reached the pool of darkness at the top. And all at once the predicted explosion of noise and pyro went off, a huge KA-BOOM of red bursting loud enough to swallow the introductory riff of ’Comeback Kid’. When the lights came back the music immediately cut to the first verse of ‘Machine Gun Blues’ and the FAWNatics roared for all they were worth to greet the Galactic Gumshoes.
LILY BURLINGAME:
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Hands on her hips as she surveyed the fans before honing in on the challengers, Lily told Veronica, “Cowgirls been running their mouths real hard, ‘Ronnie. Think it’s time we showed them the error of their ways?”
“It was time three weeks ago.” Treymane admitted as she drew a flap on her trench coat to one side to reveal the mellow golden faceplate of the belt strapped around her waist. “But I was willing to wait for the right time to prune those Daisies.”
Burlingame smiled, rubbed the faceplate of her own belt with one forearm, then raised the invisible detonator. “What a fortuitous coincidence, I happen to have my favorite shears.”
“Hey, so do I.” Veronica noted as she raised the replica Thompson.
With both champs properly armed, the Roseate rocket hoisted the detonator high and brought her thumb down to get an earth-shattering ‘KA-BOOM!’ from the FAWNatics and an explosive line of pyro from Veronica’s barking iron. When it fell silent Treymane and Burlingame blew smoke off the barrel, then started toward the ring with the Star Strider a few steps ahead
For their last defense of the year Lily wore a gleaming dark purple variation of her usual midnight blue and starry white halter and bottoms, galaxies swirling and shimmering with her every move. Her knee pads were white on one side and purple on the other, matching her togs perfectly. Behind her, the Gorgeous Gangster wore matching togs, the purple replacing charcoal gray in her usual boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, as did her pads and wrist-tape, while her boots were a matching purple.
They were about halfway to the squared circle when Burlingame raised her right hand and started a silent countdown.
Three.
Two.
One.
Blastoff!
The Girl That Gravity Forgot went flying down the rest of the ramp to leap onto the apron in a single bound. From there she raced along the narrow ledge to the far corner, the top of which she reached just as easily. This display of effortless acrobatics was capped off with a soaring and undeniably gorgeous back-flip which landed her perfectly within the confines of the squared circle. A couple heartbeats passed and Veronica slid in behind her, the Magnificent Moll having doffed her coat and Thompson as soon as the countdown began. Stomping to the challengers immediately thereafter, a brawl would’ve broke out if not for the timely intervention of referee Craig Long. Limited to an exchange of threats for the moment, Lily and ‘Ronnie unstrapped their gold and held it high before headed to the opposite corner for final instructions.
CLANG!
Lily was about to skip out of the corner when Leah Montoya raised a hand and shook her head ‘no’. “Not right now, rich girl. I can boot you over the horizon a little later, for now I want the gangster.”
The Crimson Comet wasn’t one to take such disrespect without comment, but her recent triumphs over the towering terrors of Leggs Inc. had tempered that once furious urge to prove her giant killing credentials, so rather than give the Dark Star any sass she backed into Noir’s side of town and raised a hand for Veronica. Treymane clapped herself into the bout, dipped through the ropes and murmured, “No strain, ‘Lil. I’ll save you some good parts.”
“Break everything but her jaw for all I care.” the heiress noted as she vaulted onto the apron. “I wanna hear a proper ‘ooooffh’ when I drop a Cherry Warhead on that cow-patty gut.”
“No chance, princess!” Beth called from the challenger’s side of town. “You’re gonna be face-polishing my buckle all goddamned night!”
Jenkins and Burlingame continued to jaw from opposite corners, Montoya and Treymane on the other hand circled in silence for the better part of ten seconds before they came together in an aggressive clinch that was equal parts palm-to-chin and collar-and-elbow. The rough treatment didn’t intimidate either grappler, but it certainly didn’t endear her to opponent and after several seconds they broke apart with a disdainful shove.
“Same old ‘Ronnie.” Leah scoffed as she beckoned the blonde forward. “Still palling around with failures and rejects to make yourself feel like a bad-ass.”
“Same old Leah.” Treymane countered in a cool, almost disinterested tone. “Still shielding herself with brats and bullies so she doesn’t have to face anyone by herself. No wonder Zahn kicked your ass to the curb a while back, it must have been weird for her to realize that she was the integrity in that outfiNNGH!”
Leah crooked her hands into claws and lunged for Veronica’s hair only to fire a straight jab into the former World Champion’s mouth! The Dangerous Dame’s head snapped backward and the rest of her quickly followed, Treymane’s progress aided by a flurry of hooks to the tummy and flanks. Montoya’s hands were heavy but so was Veronica’s resolve and it wasn’t long before she made the brunette pay for her encroachment with a quick Uppercut that clipped the Texan’s chin. Leah grunted and raised her guard to absorb any additional punishment, so Treymane went low and slammed the point of her right shoulder into the pit of her foe’s stomach. Cinching her arms around Montoya’s thighs the instant she made contact, ‘Ronnie hoisted the brunette up onto the encroaching joint and charged to a neutral corner so she could BWUNG Leah into the buckles!
Beth immediately started barking about how her partner was in the ropes and why didn’t Craig Long just do his goddamned job, but alas none of her efforts prevented the Gorgeous Gangster from hammering three heavy Shoulderblocks into the pit of her opponent’s stomach. It probably would’ve been more than that if Jenkins hadn’t sicced the zebra on her so fast, so rather than try to cram in any more she raised both hands to shoulder level and stepped away as soon as Long closed in to make his case. Pleased by the seemingly effortless clean break, Craig backpedaled away from the action only to curse his foolishness when Treymane hurried in, grabbed the top rope in both hands and raised her right foot to Montoya’s jaw and grrrrrrroound away until the ref reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count.
CORNER BOOT CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mbjcn9k7Jvk
“Knock that off Veronica!” Long told the blonde as she backed off for real this time. “I know you know the rules!”
“And you know I answer cheap shots with knock-out blows.” Treymane countered. “Leah Montoya’s needed my boot on her ass for a long time and I’m going to see it stays there for the whole matOOOFFFHHHH!”
Surprised jeers from the FAWNatics when the Texan boosted herself onto the second rope and sprang at the champ, Montoya raising her knees to hip-level to bowl Treymane off her feet courtesy of a Diving Thesz Press! Leah delighted at the feel of ‘Ronnie’s surprised face colliding with her tummy, though this quickly gave way to a much baser pleasure when she filled one hand with the blonde’s hair and set to work PWAKING punch after punch into Treymane’s hairline!
DIVING THESZ PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=htdHQ6F0M9U
“C’mon you pansy-ass, wannabe hardcase!” Montoya barked down at her adversary even as Veronica huddled up behind a hasty makeshift guard. “You think you can actually brawl with me? Let’s see what you f*cking GUH!”
The Magnificent Moll bucked her hips during a lull in Leah’s barrage and managed to toss her attacker clear without losing more than a large hank of hair. Ignoring the burning sting in her scalp, Treymane scrambled to verticality barely half a heartbeat behind the Rapacious Rustler, meaning Montoya was already shooting in low for a Double Leg Takedo--“NNNGGHH!” ‘Ronnie couldn’t get out of the way so she pivoted on her left foot and brought her right leg up to THUNK that knee into the brunette’s left temple!
Leah crumpled to all fours while Veronica went to her knees, but where Montoya could only reach for her own ringing skull, Treymane grabbed her foe by the nape of the neck and proceeded to unload upon her with a trio of Overhand Forearm Smashes that THWHACKED across Montoya’s shoulders. She followed these with several sharp slaps to the back of the head and a double handful of hair, all the better to bounce, then draaaaaaaaag Leah’s protesting mug back and forth over the rough canvas.
“You better not be crying, Daisy. Not yet. Not after you mouthed off about wanting a fiGHR! RGH! RGH! RGH!”
Montoya didn’t prize herself free of the blonde’s grip, instead she did the next best thing and forced her head off the mat. In that same instant she balled one hand into a fist and started pounding away at Treymane’s tummy and flanks. The Dangerous Dame soaked up several of these shots before reeling the penitent pugilist into a Front Facelock that allowed her to administer several more of those Overhead Smashes, albeit to the brunette’s lower back.
“That all you got, cowpoke?” Veronica huffed over the heavy smack of blonde on brunette beef. “We can wrestle all you want, but I’m just as happy to beat you up in some dingy back allOOOWWWWW BYTCH!”
Leah turned her head in the confines of the Front Facelock and sank her teeth into Treymane’s side, the challenger chewing and worrying until the Gorgeous Gangster was forced to let loose and scramble to her feet. “F*cking poseur.” Montoya growled when she’d rose to her full height. “As if you’d do anything but lose teeth if you stepped to me anywhere outside this goddamned riNNNGGGHH!”
Treymane hauled off and decked her, a great looping Haymaker that rocked the Lone Wolf back on her heels and earned an immediate warning from the referee. “Hey! No closed hands, ‘Ron--”
“Shut up.” Leah spoke to Craig though her eyes never left Treymane. “She can swing all the closed fists she wants. A balled up feather is still a feath--”
Veronica swung for the fences only this time the challenger was ready, Leah getting a forearm up to send the strike skidding away at the last instant. It was the perfect opportunity for a counterpunch, indeed the expression of Treymane’s face suggested she expected the brunette to give it her best shot. Montoya did exactly that, unfortunately for the blonde her best shot was a quick thumb to the eye rather than a punch!
Teeth bared in ferocious amusement as Treymane reeled on the spot, Leah slapped the champ just because she could, then grabbed a handful of hair and hauled her into a Side Headlock. Twisting around so that their backs were immediately to the ref, Montoya flattened her other hand into a spade and quickly jabbed those fingers into the hollow of ‘Ronnie’s throat! Treymane coughed violently and might’ve collapsed to her knees if not for the Headlock. As it was she could only rasp and writhe while Leah stamp-hopped in place, the vindictive Texas doing everything her power to plant a crop of cauliflower in the former World Champion’s ears.
Eventually Veronica started to regain her bearings and she promptly made Montoya regret the cheap shot with several heavy punches to the belly. This was followed by a snug, side-applied sort of Waistlock that took both ladies several steps closer to the ropes before Leah switched over to a double handful of hair, went up on tiptoe and drove the blonde’s forehead onto the point of her right knee with an ugly THWHUNK!
The Pinstripe Powerhouse swayed in place, one hand pressed to her aching noggin while the other swept about for the ropes or possibly Leah herse--“OOFFFHHH!”
Montoya snatched Treymane’s exposed wrist, took a giant step backward and yanked her adversary into a Broadside Kneelift that smashed into her tummy. That shot ‘Ronnie doubled over and gasping for air, so Leah crooked her hands into claws and raaaaaaaaaaaked from the small of Treymane’s back up to between her shoulders! Veronica shrieked and straightened up like she’d been touched by Beth’s branding iron which meant she was wide open when Montoya went low and stuffed her shoulder into the blonde’s belly. Locking her hands beneath the swell of Treymane’s glutes even as her foe was doubling over, the Dark Star hoisted Veronica like a sack of laundry and whipped around on her heel not to bust spines but to take off toward the challenger’s corner at a full sprint.
Beth saw her coming and took a step away from the buckles without relinquishing her hold on the tag rope. Heartbeats passed and then Montoya drove into the corner, the brunette putting every bit of her hundred and thirty plus pounds into the Shoulderblock / Spear that BWUUUNGED Treymane against the canvas-sheathed steel. Holding this pose long enough to feel Beth’s hand slap her left shoulder, Leah pulled her prey loose then went up on tiptoes and whipped ‘round in a half circle to THWHAM the Gorgeous Gangster onto the deck courtesy a massive Spinebuster!
Montoya knew she wasn’t legal and didn’t waste time trying for a cover, rather she rolled out under the bottom rope a whisper after Beth Jenkins had climbed into the high rent district. Hanging around up top just long enough to flip off Lily Burlingame, Beth leapt out into the void and cocked her right elbow up behind her ear to ensure maximum impact when she SPIKED the bony dagger into Treymane’s sternum! Veronica’s legs popped into the sky even as Beth swung into a seat on the blonde’s chest so the challenger grabbed one in both hands and held it close while the referee swooped in to count…
DIVING ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=awSA7tJwSek
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Relief from the FAWNatics when Treymane got both hands on Jenkins’ rump and shoved her away with a full second to spare. “Lucky this idiot likes you!” Beth jerked a thumb at the ref as she scrambled to her feet. “If he’d been counting at a normal speed your ass would already be outta here!”
“Cuuuhhh… keep telling yourself that.” Treymane muttered after she’d struggled to a slumped seat. “It couldn’t be because you don’t have what it takNNNNGGGHHH!”
Jenkins took leave of her feet to plant both boots in Veronica’s face with a Basement Dropkick! Treymane immediately rolled onto her stomach like she was concerned about the redhead trying for a cover, but she needn’t have bothered because Beth didn’t even bother. Rather she filled her hands with Treymane’s hair, hauled her to verticality and followed up with a Kneelift and Front Facelock one right after the after. In full control of the Destroyer’s noggin, Jenkins turned ‘em both around so they were back to back with Treymane’s neck strained awkwardly atop Beth’s right shoulder. From there she went up on tiptoes and dropped to her knees to tear ‘Ronnie off balance and THUNK the base of her skull against that encroaching shoulder with a nasty Neckbreaker!
NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZXtgtl1qfs
The Magnificent Moll groaned aloud as she was forced back to verticality before crumpling to her knees with one hand cupping the back of her head. As for Jenkins, she quickly circled around in front of the penitent champ, slapped on another Front Facelock and laid out on her back to spike the crown of her skull into the mat with a huge DDT! No bouncing up from that one, Treymane slopped over onto her back in a woozy sprawl and Beth squished her with a miniature Splash, the Baroness of Boot Hill all smiles as she hooked the far leg to strengthen her cover through the count of…
KNEELING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Mhnw-GhYKQ
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THRNOOOO!
Veronica powered out of her own accord, meaning Lily could backpedal to the Cosmic Noir corner without drawing untoward attention from Craig Long. Beth however noted her departure and barked out, “Yeah, slink on back over there, bytch! You think you can stop us from taking those belts? If this trash heap is helpless, what do you think we’d do to you?”
The Crimson Comet chose not to answer, a show of insolence that guaranteed more suffering for her partner. Kneeling on the blonde’s right side, Beth leaned over and wrenched Treymane’s left arm up under her right bicep in a simple Armbar that was more about constraint than contortion. In the same instant she looped her left arm around Veronica’s left thigh and cranked that back at a similarly awkward angle. With her right knee wedged between the former World Champ’s shoulders, Beth reeeeeeeeeeefed back on the Buckle Bunny Trap to put serious pressure on ‘Ronnie’s shoulder, spine and inner thigh.
BUCKLE BUNNY TRAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ub5sKq4sOyQ
“Tap out.” Jenkins demanded when her opponent started to wriggle and groan. “Tap out or I’ll hogtie you with your own goddamned top.” Treymane shook a finger in denial, tried to grab onto Beth’s right wrist and got the hold tightened all over for her efforts. “What, you’re going to make me ask you twice?” Jenkins scoffed. “I got a better idea, why don’t you cry for these idiots!?”
“Kiss my assSSAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHH!” The Dangerous Dame’s defiance descended into despair when Bareback Beth slipped three fingers into the side of her mouth and pulled as hard as she could!
“FISHHOOKING, REF!” Burlingame shouted over her friend’s wails. “Make her break the hold!”
Jenkins looked over and blew the heiress a kiss. “Why don’t you make me break it yourself?”
Lily was itching to do just that, but she didn’t rise to the bait because it would only make things worse for ‘Ronnie. Snorting at this disgusting reticence, Beth abandoned the Fishhook, flattened that hand into a paddle and delivered three ringing SLAPS to Treymane’s left breast before sinking in a vicious Claw!
“Give us those belts, sugar bear.” Jenkins growled at the suffering champion. “Don’t make me tell you twiEERRGGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
The addition of the Claw had made the Buckle Bunny Trap more painful (and humiliating) however it had also lessened the redhead’s control over Treymane’s trapped arm and she paid for it when the Gorgeous Gangster snagged a huge handful of hair! To make matters worse, Veronica rolled onto her back, balled her right hand into a fist and began to drive shot after shot into Beth’s tummy!
“Shut her down now, Beth.” Leah called from the corner. “Don’t let that piece of shyt get to her, yeah, that’s it! Stomp the shyt out of her!”
Aware that the Trap was falling apart, Jenkins scrambled to her feet, then hopped up and came down with both knees gouging DEEP into the pit of Treymane’s stomach! “You’re f*cked now, loser.” Beth promised as she hauled Veronica upright with a double handful of hair. “You’re not a Gangster and you’re sure as hell no champion, you’re just another Bronco in need of busting.”
Switching over to a Wristlock before the blonde could offer any rebuttal, Jenkins took a giant step back and dropped her shoulder to send Treymane into a neutral corner with a hard Irish Whip. There was a low, ugly BWUUUNG as ‘Ronnie’s back hit the buckles, yet her legs remained steady, the former champ’s continued verticality a troubling obstacle for Bareback Beth’s Bronco Busting plans. But this show of resilience only steeled the redhead’s resolve and took off for the opposite corner, Jenkins hopping onto, then pushing off of the second turnbuckle to turn herself around without missing so much as a step. Halfway across the squared circle within an instant of hitting the canvas, Beth raced toward the corner and--THWHACK! Veronica pushed clear of the corner, whipped ‘round in a full circle, then sprang off her back foot and drove a few thousand volts of Chicago Lightning through Beth’s chin courtesy of her right heel!
CHICAGO LIGHTNING @ 00:22
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cfafIseHu3Q
The challenger went down in a gobsmacked heap and Treymane fell to one knee beside her, the surge of adrenaline not quite enough to keep her upright after the prolonged punishment from the Desperados.
“C’MON VERONICA!” Lily bellowed to her partner, the Maroon Meteor bouncing on the bottom rope in an effort to keep herself glued to the spot. “GET OVER HERE AND TAG ME, I’LL PLANT THAT DAISY FOR YA!”
Over on the other side of town, Leah Montoya was offering similar advice to her partner. “Walk it off, Beth! You’re just stunned, she’s hurt! Get up and drag that useless sack of shyt over here!”
Both schools of motivation seemed to work, as Treymane forced herself to boot-leather right about the time Jenkins rolled to her stomach and clambered to all fours. But where the Magnificent Moll started toward the Cosmic Noir corner, the Baroness of Boot Hill turned her attention to the retreating champion. Not about to let the frenetic little idiot make her presence felt, Jenkins sprinted past Veronica and swung a looping Haymaker at Burlingame’s fa-- Lily saw it coming and transformed her latest hop into a full-fledged leap, one that let the former Lightweight Champion DRIVE the point of her left knee into Beth’s fist! Jenkins wailed in surprised pain and stumbled backward into a Forearm Smash to the nape of the neck!
“Wrong move, Daisy.” Treymane huffed as she hooked her left arm across the redhead’s shoulders while simultaneously thrusting her head beneath Beth’s right arm. Then she cupped her right hand against the back of Jenkins’ right thigh and flipped her up and over, the challenger flung into a somersault that would’ve been gorgeous if she’d landed on her feet and not flat on her face, chest and belly!
INVERTED EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHwMJTW7aEs
Galvanized by the THAWHAM of Beth meeting the mat, Treymane sprang to her feet and stormed into the corner to CLAP Lily into the match to much fanfare from those assembled. Already well aware of how Jenkins had fallen in the wake of the Inverted Exploder, the Star Strider leapt onto the top rope in a single bound, then hopped up and twisted around to face the audience instead. Just like that she dipped her knees and vaulted out into the void, the youngest Burlingame seeming to float all the way to the zenith before gravity finally caught up and brought her THWHAMMING down across Beth’s midsection! The redhead’s legs popped up and Lily caught ‘em both, pulling Jenkins’ knees up to somewhere around her chin while Craig Long swooped in to count…
SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wzasyoDn-0Y
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THRNOOOO!
Whether or not Beth would’ve kicked out unassisted remained a mystery because Leah Montoya dove across the ring and buried a Double Axehandle between Lily’s shoulders.
“Slippery little shyt!” the Lone Wolf snarled as she hauled Burlingame upright with a double handful of hair. “Should’ve stayed in the cornNNNGGGGHHH!”
In her rush to save the match, Leah had forgotten Veronica was still in the ring and paid a high price for it when the Pinstripe CLAPPED her ears with a stiff Bell Ringer! “Not your fight right now, Daisy.” Treymane told Montoya as she wheeled her around and muscled her up into a Fireman’s Carry. “But if you want a glimpse into the future…”
‘Ronnie glanced to Burlingame, who was already up and backpedaling into the ropes. Skipping nimbly over the crumpled form of Beth Jenkins on her way back, Lily threw herself into a quick front flip and grabbed hold of Leah’s chin as she passed by the Destroyers. That little tug was all the signal Veronica needed to throw herself down and back, the big blonde using every bit of her weight to THWHUMP the intruder into the deck with a Samoan Drop while Lily tried to wrench the head offa Montoya’s shoulders with a Somersault Neckbreaker!
Neither Leah or ‘Ronnie were legal at the moment so Burlingame didn’t even try for a cover, instead she turned her attention to Beth, who was leaned against the ropes with one arm held protectively over her aching abs. “Giddyup, pardner.” Lily called to the redhead as she beckoned her out to the middle of the squared circle. “You’re not going to win anything hanging out in the ropes.”
“F*ck off, shyt-heel.” Jenkins countered. “I don’t take orders from a rich bytch like you.”
Holding her tongue until Craig had trundled Leah to the challengers’ corner, Burlingame took a step back and spread her arms wide. “This all the extra space you’re getting, ginger. If you don’t have the guts to come to me, I’ll come to you.”
“The hell you will.” Beth scoffed. “We both know you’re about to scamper off to tag Treyma--”
Lily exploded forward just as Beth had hoped and so she doubled over and shot her shoulder into the champion’s NO! The Crimson Comet skidded into a Baseball Slide that took her by Jenkins and under the bottom rope to the floor! Snagging hold of Beth’s ankles immediately thereafter, Lily yanked the other wrestler’s legs out from under, then angled those captured stems all the way to the right before slinging them left as hard as she could! This resulted in Jenkins spinning through a half circle, her head and shoulders now hanging out over the edge of the apr--“NNNNGGGGHHH!” Burlingame hopped up and THWHACKED the heels of her boots into the side of Beth’s skull in a perfect Dropkick!
Beth groaned and slopped a little bit closer to the floor but she didn’t fall because Lily grabbed her under the armpits and hoisted her up high enough to thread each arm over the bottom strand. She’d stepped back to admire her work when Craig walked up to the ropes on the other side and said, “Let’s get it back in the ring, Lily.”
“Coming!” Lily answered in a pleasant singsong even as she leapt onto the apron and hurried to the far corner. Soon as she reached it she turned around, the Crimson Comet flying down the narrow ledge to build up an impressive head of steam before she left her feet and PLANTED ‘em between the redhead’s shoulders! The pinpoint Mushroom Stomp earned sympathetic groans from even the most dedicated supporters of sweetness and light, though these gave way to cheers once Burlingame dove under the bottom rope and pulled Jenkins out into deep water so she could cover her for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Bareback Beth shot an arm skyward to break the count with half a second to spare. The force of her escape tumbled Jenkins onto her stomach which would’ve been fine if Lily hadn’t immediately scrambled down to her feet and grabbed both. Wedging Beth’s right shin into the pit of the redhead’s left knee so she could trap her stems into a Figure Four, Burlingame threaded her right leg over the knot and dropped to a knee, the full weight of her butt on the challenger’s left shin to keep the knot tied tight. With Jenkins’ gams thoroughly secured, Lily hunched forward and grabbed a handful of her foe’s coppery locks. “Leggo bytch!” Beth groaned as her head was wrenched back at an awkward angle. “Dammit Long, get this skank out of my hairGGGRRRRRHHHHHH!”
CAMEL CLUTCH STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIf85LVC6EY
Burlingame did as bade, though the Chinlock she secured in its place was probably not what the Baroness of Boot Hill had in mind. Hands knotted in an S-grip, Lily jostled the challenger’s noggin for several seconds before easing the pressure only to craaaaaaaaaank her head back all the farther. “Tap out!” the heiress ordered as she tugged Jenkins’ head from side to side. “Tap out Beth, you’re done!”
“NO!” Jenkins barked her denial and waggled a finger ‘no’ to make sure the zebra knew she wasn’t going anywhere.
Elsewhere, Leah Montoya slipped a cautious leg through the ropes only to draw it back when Veronica called, “Don’t even think about it, Daisy!”
This exchange got Craig’s attention for a moment, though seeing both of his other charges on their respective aprons meant he didn’t leave the legal ladies. “What do you say, Beth?” he asked. “Need me to call it? Tell me something!”
“Suck a branding iron, f*cker.” Jenkins grumbled as she continued to scrabble and pull at Lily’s hands.
“Watch your language, pard.” Burlingame warned. “Mouthing off to my friends is a good way to get your heyOOOOOWWWW SHYT!”
Bareback Beth couldn’t free herself outright so she grabbed the brunette’s hands and pushed them up over her chin and bit down on the first finger drew within range! This was a flagrant violation of the rules of course and Lily could’ve maintained the hold if she’d waited through Long’s count, but the gnawing was quite painful and she relinquished the hold within seconds. Didn’t mean Jenkins was out of the woods though, she’d barely made it to all fours when Lily put her up on her knees with a whipping Overhand Slap that CRACKED between the redhead’s shoulders!
“Teach you to bite me, brat.” Burlingame growled once Jenkins was back on her feet. Slinging one arm over Beth’s shoulders while threading the other between her legs, the champ grabbed a handful of buttock, then scooped Beth onto her shoulder and-- “ARRRHHHHH!”
The Rough Rider kicked her feet to slide down Lily’s back, not only that, she crooked both hands into claws and dragged them across the other wrestler’s eyes! “Oh, did you think biting was the worst I could do, shyt-heel?” Beth sneered even as she wrenched Lily’s head back under her left armpit in an Inverted Facelock. “You’re gonna hate what happens next!” She kicked her legs back and laid out on her stomach to THWHAM Lily down on the back of her head and shoulders with a slick Reverse DDT.
REVERSE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZ4tU3cEkUA
The ring-rattling maneuver left Burlingame in perfect position to eat a pin, but Beth ignored it in favor of scraping her off the deck with a double handful of hair. “Watch out, Lee!” the redhead called to her partner. “Trash headed your way.”
Palpable concern from ‘Ronnie and the rest of the Star Gazers when Jenkins hurled Lily into the challenger’s corner with a hard Irish Whip. Burlingame bounced away from the buckles without losing her feet, at least until Montoya snatched hold of her hair and BWUUUNGED the back of her skull into the top turnbuckle!
That undid Lily’s knees and she crumpled to a seat, the Crimson Comet able to do little more than breathe and watch as Beth raced her way. Leaving her feet from a little ways out, Jenkins angled her legs into a ‘V’ and drove the full weight of her ass onto the brunette’s chest! Alas, that was only beginning for Lily as Bareback Beth grabbed the top rope in both hands and began to bounce with great enthusiasm, the challenger slamming her ass into Burlingame’s chest over and over while occasionally grinding her undercarriage against her seat’s mouth and nose! Continuing her ride until Craig reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count, Beth stood up, made a prim little adjustment to her briefs, then extended a hand to Leah and tagged her back into the fray.
Rather than come through the ropes, Montoya went up and over to settle into a seat on the top turnbuckle. She couldn’t quite reach Burlingame from that angle, so she looked to Beth and asked, “Want some time on the not-so-heavy bag?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
Jenkins helped herself to a double handful of the heiress’ hair and yanked her to boot-leather. Already woozy from the Bronco Buster, Lily was easy pickin’s for Leah, who threaded her legs around the Lightweight’s noggin in a Figure-Four and clamped down tight.
“C’mon Craig!” Veronica complained as her partner started to struggle and stamp. “Get ‘em out of the corner! And get Jenkins out of the ring!”
The Desperados heard this and responded with identical middle fingers before returning their attention to the Star Strider. Gripping the top rope in both hands, Montoya poured on the pressure, then leaned backward over the strands so that the top of her head was only a few inches above the apron. As for Bareback Beth, she honed in on Burlingame’s defenseless abs and pounded away with lefts and rights even after Long hurried over and started barking about the double team. Jenkins stopped throwing hands and went to slip through the ropes only to SMECK a Claw between the brunette’s thighs instead!
“He’s gonna count to four, rich girl!” the Baroness of Boot Hill taunted her wailing opposition. “Think you can hold out that long?”
Lily did because she had to, though it still felt like the ‘FOUR!’ was much longer in coming than usual. Crunching back to her original seat on the buckles under threat of disqualification, Leah relinquished the Headscissors in favor of a snug Side Headlock. “Hold on tight, shyt heel.” the Dark Star warned as she set her feet against the middle rope. “The trail’s about to get real rough.” On that ominous note Leah pushed off as hard as she could and kicked both legs forward to ensure she came down in relative comfort whereas poor Lily was THWHAMMED down on her face, chest and belly courtesy of the 2nd rope Bulldog!
The impact bounced Burlingame high enough to flip her onto her back so Montoya covered at once, the aggressive Texan hooking the far leg while never once breaking eye contact with ‘Ronnie Treymane through the count of…
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THRNOOOO!
Lily kicked loose at two and three quarters, much to the disgust of Beth Jenkins. Leah however didn’t seem all that perturbed. In fact, she was smiling when she grabbed Burlingame by the shoulder-straps and hauled her upright. “Beating the shyt out of your tax cheat sister was some of the most fun I’ve ever had in this building.” Montoya admitted to Veronica after she’d scooped Lily into position across her chest. “Only problem was, you didn’t get a chance to watch. Now though, “ the Lone Wolf went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee, just THUMPING the bony joint against the small of Lily’s back, “you get the best seat in the house while this piece of garbage snaps, crackles and pops!” With that she pressed her left hand to the champ’s chin, her right hand to Lily’s left thigh and puuuuuuuuuuuuuuushed down to bend her spine at an ugly angle.
OVER THE KNEE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I8YNPcbm3g0
“Nnnnnnngggggghhhhhhh!” Burlingame flailed and twitched as the Backbreaker did its work, but she couldn’t escape the Texan’s clutches. “That all you’ve got, rich girl?” Leah’s words were for Lily, but she was still staring a hole through Veronica. “If you’re gonna get out of this, you better do it yourself because ‘Ronnie’s got a real bad track record with partners. Hell, if I saw her doing this to Beth I’d have put my boot through her mouth already, but she’s just standing there with her thumb up her ass while I--”
Treymane vaulted over the ropes and would’ve turned Leah inside out with a Lariat if not for the timely interjection of Craig Long.
“Keep it in check, Veronica!” the official coaxed as he did his best to hold the Pinstripe Powerhouse back. “Don’t let her bait you, you’re not doing anyone any go--”
“Oh what, you’re going to listen to that shyt from him?” Montoya scoffed. “I thought you were supposed to be some badass criminal mastermind, but you’re just some law abiding poseur!”
Treymane cursed and made a lunge for Leah only for the ref to hook an interposing arm around her waist. “Back to the corner, Treymane! C’mon, you don’t want to get disqualified!”
Satisfied that the big blonde was suitably occupied for the next several seconds, Montoya quickly hauled Lily up from the Backbreaker and started marching her toward the far side of the ring. With all important eyes elsewhere, Montoya slammed a Kneelift into the champ’s gut, then CLAPPED her hands as hard as she could! Beth scrambled onto the top rope after the illicit ‘tag’ while the Dark Star dipped down, forced her head between Burlingame’s thighs and muscled her up onto her shoulders, Electric Chair style.
“They didn’t tag!” Veronica redoubled her escape efforts when she saw Lily get strapped in place for a Doomsday Device. “C’mon Craig, turn the hell around!”
“I will, just as soon as you get to your freakin’ corner!”
Treymane fumed, threw up her hands and frustration and backpedaled into the Noir corner as quickly as she could. In the meantime Leah tromped a little closer to her corner, thus ensuing that Jenkins was well within range when she sprang off the top turnbuckle with her left arm exten--‘OOOOOHHHHH!’ from the FAWNatics when the Crimson Comet clenched her legs around Montoya’s noggin and snapped backward as hard as she could! This abrupt inversion caught Leah off balance, meaning she couldn’t set her feet before Lily wrenched her over and down, the surprised brunette THWHUNKING hard on the back of her head and shoulders!
POISONED 'RANA @ 00:11
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fy28SzNv_RA&t=14s
As for the airborne redhead, her aim was true but her target was no longer there and that made for a most unpleasant landing more than halfway across the squared circle.
Finally drawn away from Treymane by the roar of the crowd and those near simultaneous thuds, Craig Long found himself looking over a triumvirate of human wreckage, though Lily did appear a bit livelier than her foes.
“C’MON LIL!” Veronica bellowed at the top of her lungs while the ref tried to make sense of the situation. “GET UP AND FLY YOUR ASS OVER HERE!”
The Star Strider wasn’t feeling too mobile at the moment, but she honed in on the urgency in her partner’s voice and started to rise, first to all fours, then to one knee and finally the whole of her five feet two inches. There was a brief, albeit strong moment of confusion when she heard ‘Ronnie’s voice and saw no one in the corner, but this vanished when she realized the Dangerous Dame was calling from over her shoulder. Turning on one heel, Burlingame started forward, then stopped at the sight of Leah and Beth between her and her goal. Montoya was on her hands and knees true, Jenkins however was on her feet and regarding the heiress with a glare of pure hate.
“Why’d you stop, rich girl?” Beth sneered at the heiress. “Surely you’re not gonna letHEY! Get the f*ck offa me, asshole!”
Craig Long shook his head ‘no’ and continued to tug on the redhead’s arm. “Sorry, Beth. I didn’t see the tag, means you’ve gotta go back to your corner.”
“The f*ck I do! Just because you’re too stupid to catch the tag doesn’t mean we OOOOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Lily Burlingame had no idea if Beth was legal or not, she did know that the challenger was distracted and she sprinted forward, skipped onto Leah’s back and launched herself off at full speed, the former Lightweight Champion smiting Bareback Beth with a Shotgun Dropkick that blew the redhead off her feet and BWUUUUNGED her spine-first into the champions’ corner!
The force of that concussive collision would’ve surely bounced Jenkins out into the wider ring if Veronica hadn’t leaned in and hooked an arm around her throat. “Where do you think you’re going, Daisy?” the big blonde huffed as she puuuuuuuuulled Beth tight against the strands with that illegal Sleeper.
As for Lily, she kipped to her feet like someone who hadn’t been wrestling hard for nearly twenty minutes and immediately honed in on Leah, who was still on all fours. “Remind me,” she called to Veronica. “Which of these jerks is legal?”
“Leah!” Treymane called in the midst of shaking the flailing redhead like a terrier shakes a rat.
“Perfect.” The youngest Burlingame sister took off across the ring, hit the strands opposite her downed adversary and came back as fast as her meteoric nickname indicated. Turned out she hit like one too, as Montoya discovered when Lily hopped up and THWHUNKED the point of her right knee into the side of Leah’s skull!
SLIDING KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=s5C70qK-gCw
The Dark Star flopped over onto her back in a slack-jawed starfish, but Burlingame didn’t go for the cover. Rather she tumbled through to a crouch, sprang toward the corner and SLAMMED that same knee into Beth’s sternum!
“Tag.” she smirked as Treymane slapped her palm. “You’re it.”
“Hell yeah.” ‘Ronnie shoved Beth to Lily so she could hop over the top rope. “Take care of this for me?”
“Sure thing. C’mere, cutie.”
With Lily running roughshod on the rambunctious redhead, Veronica raced over to Montoya and reintroduced herself to the Texan with a heavy Leg Drop across her throat! “Get up, Daisy.” Treymane snarled as she filled her hands with Leah’s hair. “It’s not the alley behind the Lamb, but it’s the best we’re gonna get tonight.”
“Fuuuuhhhh….f*cking shyt-heel.” Montoya complained as she was hauled upright. “I’m gonna beat your ass bloody for OOOFFFHH!”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse booted her foe in the stomach, then slipped ‘round behind and reached through with her right wrist to grab hold of Leah’s left wrist. A single sharp yank was enough to double the brunette over, which in turn made it quite easy for Treymane to slip her left arm under Leah’s right bicep and thus complete the Pumphandle. Pausing her offensive when the crowd roared their appreciation, ‘Ronnie gave them a smile and a languid little hip waggle, the former World Champ grinding against Leah’s buns. “Welcome to the big house, Daisy.” Treymane chided over the noise. “Better hope it doesn’t eat you alive.” Montoya bared her teeth and started reply, alas it didn’t develop past a hateful snarl because Veronica hoisted the challenger up to shoulder-level, then dropped to one knee to THWHUMP Leah’s back across the brawny post of her thigh!
JOURNEY INTO FEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1Fl5wDJHXQ
The Journey into Fear made Montoya shudder all over but her tremors only resulted in Treymane tightening her grip. In the next instant she stood up and boosted Leah even higher than previous, the brunette now draped gut-first atop her right shoulder. Switching her grips so one arm was strapped across Leah’s lower back and one hand cradled the base of her neck, Veronica went up on tiptoe, then snapped forward and down to THAWHAM Leah against the canvas-sheathed plywood.
By now the FAWNatics were screaming at the Magnificent Moll to go for a cover, but ‘Ronnie ignored them in favor of grabbing a double handful of Montoya’s shoulder-straps. “Get up, Daisy.” she grunted. “We’re not done just yet.”
Leah tried to wriggle loose, an effort that resulted in Treymane giving her a rough shake en route to boot-leather. A Toe Kick to the gut doubled the Texan over quite nicely and allowed Veronica to snag a Double Underhook without incident. A glance around the squared circle confirmed that not only had Lily taken Beth off the blonde’s hands, she’d trapped her in a Tree of Woe in the champ’s corner and proceeded to tee off on Jenkins’ belly with an unavoidable flurry of rights and lefts! “Next time show a little more respect, cowgirl.” Treymane murmured as she tilted to the right. “Or you’ll find out how this feels in a parking lot.” Just like that she snapped left and over, the Pinstripe Powerhouse flipping through a full rotation to land on her knees while Montoya was THWHONKED down on the crown of her skull!
DAISY CUTTER @ 7:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mbiJHS1xFoQ
Facedown and unresponsive after the Daisy Cutter, Leah didn’t even groan when Veronica turned her over with a Half Nelson and sealed off her golden aspirations with a full weight Reverse Face Sit, the usually good natured blonde showing a bit of femme fatale attitude in welcoming her rival’s nose to the Pinstripe Prison! Craig noted this only to confirm the challenger’s shoulders were down. Soon as he had, the ref counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The CLANG of the bell brought Lily over fast, the Roseate Rocket setting one cheeky foot atop Montoya’s fluttering belly so she could hoist the invisible detonator while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions… COSMIC NOIR!”
Burlingame pumped a fist, then offered it to Treymane and helped her stand. “Face Sitting, ‘Ronnie? Been watching some of Sue’s matches, have we?”
“Punk had it coming.” Veronica answered after she’d flicked her trunks back into place. “She wants to disrespect us, I’ll disrespect her right back. And I’m better at it than she is.”
“Damned right.”
Further conversation was halted by Craig Long, who arrived to offer the champs their hardware. Accepting it with minimal fuss, Lily and Veronica clinked their faceplates together, then strode to opposite corners and climbed up to show off their prizes. With one rival blasted into unconsciousness and the other hanging like a sullen decoration, Cosmic Noir were a sight to behold. There were still plenty of challenges left to test their mettle, but they were quickly establishing themselves as a dominant constellation in the tag team firmament.