Post by hawkeye on Feb 6, 2022 21:48:42 GMT
At first, a shot in the dark. A Hail Mary to revive her career.
After all, why else would Kylie Sanders believe one word from the mouth of the Black Queen?
Desperation made strange bedfellows and yet how successful these bedfellows have been.
And now, blonde and brunette, icons of FAWN who are surely headed to the organization’s Hall of Fame when said hall is founded, stand backstage, waiting for their chance to claim the tag team titles together.
This is no fluke. Christian made them earn it. And after more than surviving but vanquishing one of the top teams of recent vintage, Leggs, Inc., they’ve earned the chance.
An eclectic mix of speed and acrobatics with pound and power stand in their way.
Cosmic Noir would be a fitting foe in their effort to turn back the clock and make themselves title holders in the dusk of their legendary careers.
Outside, the FAWNatics wait impatiently, the buzz growing. History to be made.
Behind the curtain, Sanders and West seem poised but with a certain indefinable ease. The travails they’ve seen so much of through their collective decades, making a shot at final golden glory not overwhelming but something to be embraced.
The buzz of the crowd grows with the imminent arrival of the stars at twilight, still burning brightly.
“Keep Lily in as much as possible,” Kylie insists. “She can do some crazy shyt, but she’s not half her sister nor as badass as Treymane. Accounting for Ronnie’s strength will be a lot tougher.”
“Don’t be so sure,” Emily interjects. “The little one has the same amount of fight as her sister. And the Burlingame ‘will to win’ never ceases to amaze me.”
Kylie nods.
“Fair. Just let it all hang out, tonight. Nothing left in the tank after this one.”
Em grins.
“As if we would do anything else.”
The sound of Iggy Azalea gettin’ ‘Fancy’ alerts the FAWNatics and the enigmatic duo it’s time to show they’re more than a force with which to be reckoned but aer championship material.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
Kylie and Emily burst through the curtains and claim the attention of every single pair of eyes in the house, the sellout crowd roaring as the challengers take center stage.
KYLIE SANDERS:
EMILY WEST:
Having earned her way back into the Corps’ good graces courtesy of West’s understanding of human nature, both her partner’s and the mob’s, Kylie beams amidst the regained affection.
The veterans turn to each other and share a look of recognition, both of their surroundings and themselves. They head down the ramp towards their destiny.
The silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty moves down the aisle and up the steps to boisterous acclaim.
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sports a multi-strapped, yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
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Em receives plenty of love in her own right, the assembled excited to see the Sensual Scholar flourishing after such a long time away from the squared circle.
Ky waits for West to reach the apron next to her, the Queen garbed in a gleaming black corset with half a dozen tiny silver buttons that started below her sternum and ended just above her navel. Beneath, the corset flowed seamlessly into a matching black skirt edged in delicate white lace. Traveling yet farther south (across perhaps three inches of exquisitely toned thigh) Emily’s strong legs were armored in black nylon stockings topped by more lace (albeit in black) and shiny black wrestling boots that reached to just below the knee. This regal style was accessorized with flat black pads at elbow and knee and a completed by a wide choker done in black velvet. From this choker hung a small onyx pendant carved into the shape of her favorite chess piece.
They slip through the cables simultaneously and move to the middle where they raise arms high and wide, their music fading.
The Announcer, realizing he doesn’t have to wait for a soliloquy from West or Sanders, makes their arrival official.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a sixty-minute time limit. First. The challengers. At a combined weight of two hundred and thirty-six pounds, they are the Amazing Academic and the Platinum Pixie. They are the celebrated, the illustrious, the soon to be victorious… Emily West and Kylie Sanders!”
Sanders pumps a fist as she and her partner move to their assigned corner, Emily more reserved and thoughtful, likely considering the calculus necessary to place another ‘W’ in the column against two women at the peak of their game.
With the challengers properly situated, the Announcer resumed his duties, “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 Thrills, Chills & Spills crowd roared for all they were worth to greet the Cosmic Crimestoppers.
LILY BURLINGAME:
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Hands on her hips as she surveyed the fans before honing in on the challengers, Lily said, “Two former world champs in the opposite corner, ‘Ronnie. Both first bout Hall of Famers too. This one feels big.”
“It does.” Treymane agreed. “Ya know why? Because I’m a former World Champ. You’re a former Lightweight Champ. AND we’re the CURRENT Tag Team Champions. Lotta accolades gonna be in that ring, shortly.”
Burlingame grinned, nudged her partner’s arm with one elbow. “Nervous?”
“Hell no.” Veronica noted as she raised the replica Thompson. “But the girls that see us waiting in the other corner? They should be real nervous.”
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 this high profile defense against two FAWN legends, 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.
A different tone from most FAWN title contests as the four participants met at the center of the ring before Al Carpenter raised the Tag Team Championships overhead. “Ky. Em.” Veronica stepped forward and offered a hand to the challengers. “Good luck to you both. May the best team win.”
Kylie hesitated for a moment before returning the gesture. “Show us your best, Treymane.” she said. “We want those belts.” Sanders didn’t wait for a reply, she simply clapped the Black Queen on the shoulder, then headed to the challengers’ corner.
As for Emily, she accepted the former World Champion’s hand and shook it once. “Well said, Veronica. Now, which of you will be joining me for this waltz?”
“You’re looking at her.” Lily replied. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, Emily.”
“She’s not the only one.” Treymane looked vaguely disappointed, though it didn’t stop her from heading off to Cosmic Noir’s side of town. “Don’t keep her all to yourself, ‘Lil. I want my shot too.”
“My, it’s so nice to be wanted.” West chuckled as she began to circle the Crimson Comet. “I do hope that sentiment remains when this match is over.”
“Oh, I’m more than happy to meet you one on one.” Lily admitted as she matched the veteran’s pace. “But Tag Title shots? They don’t come easy, believe me.”
“Then I suppose I’ll have to make the most of this opportunity.” West noted. “Come, Lily Burlingame. Show me what makes Susannah so proud.”
Lily blinked, then nodded. “Whatever you say, Em.”
Just like that she lunged forward and swept West into an aggressive Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. West backed up a couple steps, dug in her heels and pushed against the heiress to regain the ground she’d lost. Hardly content with mere pushing and shoving, the Amazing Academic helped herself to Lily’s right wrist and shouldered the clench apart so she could twist that whole arm through three shoulder-wrenching rotations!
The Arm Wringer doubled Burlingame over and slowed her down to such a degree that West had no trouble gripping Lily’s fingers to bend them back at an awkward angle. Lily grimaced, swatted at her taut shoulder and shook her head ‘no’ before either West or Carpenter could ask about submission. “You’re not going to let me dictate the pace so early, are you?” Emily questioned as the brunettes moved around in a little circle. “That’s not the sort of tone you--”
Burlingame dropped to one knee and threw herself into a nimble little forward roll that brought her back to verticality while also relieving the pressure on her shoulder. Doubling down on her own Wristlock as soon as she was free of the Arm Wringer, the Maroon Meteor returned the favor with a couple of her own before dipping down and threading her head beneath Emily’s left arm. In the next instant she cinched a Waistlock around the challenger’s midsection and snapped off a high bridge to THUMP West down on her back with a quick Northern Lights Suplex! Already close to the action, Al dropped to all fours and slapped the mat…
NORTHERN LIGHT SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LLcJx2cmuM
ONE…
TWO…
Emily tightened down on the challenger’s noggin even as she kicked her legs to escape the predicament simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ Slinging Burlingame’s near arm across her shoulders as the Lightweights scrambled to boot-leather, the Black Queen set her feet and popped her hips to return Burlingame to the deck with a heavy Snap Suplex! West immediately floated over into a Crossbody cover while Al counted out…
SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=86xwXC_ME1o
ONE…
TWO…
West hadn’t thought to hook a leg, which allowed Lily to plant her feet and bridge / slide out from under the challenger with a full second to sp-- Burlingame pistoned her right foot at Emily’s face in a Basement Super Kick that would’ve stove in the veteran’s chin if West hadn’t caught her ankle in both hands. “Hmmmmhh, I do believe Susannah has understated your speed.” Emily said shortly after she’d rose to her full height. “That was even faster than antic--” A twitch in Burlingame’s plant leg told West an Enzugiri was imminent so she went up on tiptoe and slung Lily’s captured foot down as hard as she could! The abrupt shift in momentum doubled the Crimson Comet over, making her noggin a perfect target for the Kneelift Emily pistoned up at--SMACK! Lily brought her hands together and clapped them down on the other brunette’s knee to block the strike by the slimmest of margins!
Face at least temporarily safe, the youngest Burlingame straightened up and waggled a finger ‘no, no, no!’ as she and West resumed circling. “You’re good.” Lily admitted with a smile. “You’re real good.”
“As are you.” Emily answered promptly. “Now, shall we get back to it?”
“Whenever you’re rea--” West took it to heart and surged forward at once, the former World Champ cinching an arm around Lily’s neck to reel her into a Side HeadNO! Burlingame snagged a wrist, twisted out of the Headlock and spun behind her opponent’s back to put the Black Queen up on tiptoes with a HammerNO! Emily countered the Hammerlock with one of her own but only got to crank Lily’s shoulder once before the Star Strider reached back with her free arm and wrapped it around the other brunette’s skull. Grimacing as the champ’s shoulder ground against her chin, West warned, “Consider your next move carefu--” Burlingame dipped into a deep crouch and sprang high into the air, the toes of her boots pointing up at the rafters before she curled in on herself and laid out on one side to send the Amazing Academic tumbling across the canvas with a cleverly delivered Snapmare!
Progress stopped by the ropes, Emily pushed up on one knee and regarded her friend’s little sister with a wary, appraising smile. Nodding at some detail revealed only to herself, she got to her feet and started back to the Maroon Meteor only to stop when Kylie cleared her throat. Em raised a ‘be right with you’ hand to Lily as she turned her attention to the Pleasant Valley Princess. “Something on your mind, Kylie?”
“You gonna hog the space cadet all night, big brain?”
“Lily and I haven’t crossed paths before and I’m enjoying our gamesmanship a great deal if you must know.”
“I’m enjoying it too!” Burlingame chirped from her side of the ring.
“Let me take a shot at her.” Ky said with a glance at the heiress. “We’ve danced before, I want to see if she’s as fast as I remem--”
A cheer from the FAWNatics drew the challengers’ attention to the other corner, where Lily had just tagged Veronica Treymane into the match. “Still want in?” West spoke to Sanders, but her attention was very much on the Pinstripe Powerhouse.
“Hell yes.” Ky answered without hesitation. “That chick knocked Marisol flat on her ass, I want to offer my respects before I take her title.”
Emily nodded once. “Admirable.” then to Veronica, “I’m afraid we’ll have to do this a bit later, Kylie has asked to cut in.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Daisy.” Treymane noted from her spot in the center of the squared circle.
Another round of cheers from those assembled as the veterans changed places, Sanders hopping over the top while West dipped through the middle. “Glad to see you’ve come around.” ‘Ronnie told the Iowan as Ky closed in. “I’ve wanted to wrestle this Kylie Sanders for a long ti--”
Sanders shot in, dipped low and whipped around behind to take the Destroyer’s back with a tight Waistlock. She dropped her hips in an attempt to power Treymane off her feet, but the Dangerous Dame grabbed hold of her foe’s wrists and dropped down with her to thwart the effort. “Be careful what you wish for, babe.” Sanders gouged her knotted hands into Veronica’s tummy as she continued to work the Waistlock. “This is the best version of Kylie Sanders you’re ever gonna OOFFFFH!”
Treymane prized Ky’s hands apart, drew her hips forward and then thrust them back into the pit of her opponent’s stomach! Sanders took those medicine ball glutes full force and backed up several steps, though she was more or less fine when Veronica turned around.
“That’s exactly who I want, Daisy.” she explained. “Only fair, right? After all I’m giving you the best version of Veronica Treymane.”
Decided size disadvantage be damned, the Platinum Pixie surged forward, arms outstretched, meeting Veronica in a Collar and Elbow hook-up. Treymane was held in a stalemate for a few seconds only. She quickly walked Kylie to the buckles of a neutral corner. With Sanders’ back pressed against the buckles, Carpenter called for a break and Treymane provided it, lifting her hands away from the snarling Hawkeye and holding them high to polite applause from the crowd.
“This many years in the ring and that’s your best idea?” the Gorgeous Gangster asked. “Come right at me?”
“You don’t like the direct approach?” Ky queried in response, forging forward again into a tie-up again only to be heaved back into the corner, sent airborne by Ronnie’s shove.
Sanders winced, reaching reflexively for her bruised back as Veronica cleared off to center stage, allowing the Iowan to wheel out of the corner and orbit around the centered champion.
The stubborn Sanders closed the distance slowly, then lurched toward the menacing target, hoping for third time lucky. However, with this effort, she ducked under Ronnie’s reach, swinging behind Treymane and reestablishing a tight Waistlock around her more powerful adversary.
“I believe we’ve been here before,” the Dangerous Dame announced.
Instead of butt-bumping the challenger with another reversed pelvic thrust, Treymane pivoted to capture the smaller blonde’s head in a Side Headlock, but Kylie used her shorter stature to duck under.
She drove the bony ball of her left knee into the pit of Treymane’s, forcing Ronnie to genuflect. While doing so, the Pleasant Valley Princess released her grip around Veronica’s midriff to race past the bigger blonde’s left shoulder, hit the ropes, and rebound into a low-rise Dropkick to Treymane’s chest that knocked her foe flat to the canvas.
Both women scurried toward vertical but Ky’s trip up proved faster. The Pixie leapt into a raised knee, catching ‘Ronnie under the chin while her foe’s still bent at the waist, staggering Treymane, Veronica sent drunkenly stumbling after a 180-turn.
Placed in the title holder’s six, Sanders charged after her opponent, jumping onto the Ronnie’s back. Kylie’s abbreviated ivory-skinned legs surrounded Veronica’s tummy with a Scissors, her arms snaking around Treymane’s head in a constricting grip.
The arms of the Gorgeous Gangster flailed wildly above her, Sanders ducking under her foe’s effort to reach behind and grab a hold of the veteran. She rode the champ nice and snug, her arms clamping tighter by the second. Veronica’s dark eyes betrayed a growing sense of panic as her lids fluttered, unable to shake off the tenacious, little blonde bulldog.
She turned her back to the nearest corner and backpedaled her way toward a Sanders sandwich, but Ky released her Scissors and kicked her legs out behind her in time to put boot soles to the middle buckle, stopping ‘Ronnie in her tracks. Diagonal to the ground, Kylie popped her feet to the top buckle and pushes away from the pad.
Sanders swung her legs by Treymane’s side from the momentum, sitting out and PLANTING Ronnie’s forehead into the canvas with a cleverly crafted Bulldog. The Iowan used a Half Nelson to roll the splayed Gangster to her back, then climbed aboard in a lateral press, hooking a brawny stem for the…
ONE…
And that’s all.
The tag titlist thrust from under the comparatively diminutive blonde, flinging Sanders up to her haunches, ‘Ronnie ending in a seated position next to her foe.
Ky snuck a quick glance at West, Emily pumping a fist instead of offering a palm to tag.
Sanders nodded and scrambled to her feet, racing to the ropes and rebounding again. The Platinum Pixie sprang into a Meteora, Kylie’s shins landing across Veronica’s shoulders and riding her down to a heavy THUMP! Sanders reached her arms back to hook both raised legs, Treymane on her back beneath the seated Sanders. The reborn fan favorite picked up a second consecutive pin-fall attempt and garnered a…
ONE…
TWO…
‘Ronnie scooped the Hawkeye off over her head, Ky lurching forward before pushing to her feet. She led her resuscitated Corps in a rhythmic clap as she moved to nearest buckles, ascending them nimbly if not with the ease of her original instructor, Shea London.
Still, when Ronnie was up to unsteady feet and turns in a wobble to find her foe, Kylie was set on a penthouse perch, hazel eyes glued on her bull’s eye. The Pixie vaulted from the heights, Missile Dropkick aimed at Ronnie’s chin. But Treymane became a matador, swinging to the side, leaving a whole lot of empty air for the wide-eyed Sanders.
Crashing and burning, Ky’s body THUMPED into the thinly-sheathed plywood, Sanders’ spine bouncing off the mat, her body arching in pain, an arm reaching for her blasted backbone.
Ronnie leaned against the ropes a few feet from the wreckage. She drew in a deep breath, swept golden locks off her forehead, and strode to Sanders, surrounding the challenger’s head in her hands. The champ pulled Kylie to her feet, switched her grip to a wrist and sent her foe hurtling to the far strands. The former Vanilla Chill returned at breakneck speed but managed to duck under a Clothesline from the Gorgeous Gangster.
Rebounding a second time, Ky ducked under another sweeping scythe-like arm from Treymane, this time grabbing the limb as she slipped under. Both women spun toward each other, but it’s the bite-sized, silver-bobbed battler who’s got the jump.
Grabbing Veronica by her flaxen locks and lowering her foe’s head, Kylie raised a knee to Ronnie’s chin and lays out, BLASTING Treymane with a Single Knee Facebuster.
SINGLE KNEE FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0W-Xfv77SI
The force sent the destroyer-class competitor splashing to her back and settling in a dazed spreadeagle. Lily looked on in amazement at a slower, less athletic version and, let’s face it, older version of her flyweight self systematically leveling the power of Cosmic Noir.
Sanders kipped to her feet to a roar from the FAWNatics. She grabbed a wrist of the downed ‘Ronnie and dragged the bigger grappler along the canvas a few feet in order to turn the keys over to the Amazing Academic.
Ky tickled Emily’s fingers with one hand while maintaining the other wrapped around ‘Ronnie’s wrist. Sanders kept the arm of the champion elevated, and as it turned out, vulnerable. For Em slipped through the ropes, hopped to the middle strands, a boot sole on either side of the buckle, and leaps to a Knee Drop of Treymane’s extended shoulder.
Sanders released at Al’s urging and departed while Veronica cradled her aching arm close, mewling in pain as a risen Black Queen circled her foe with dangerous intent.
“She’s still got a little left in the tank,” Emily chuckles, pounding a stomp into Treymane’s injured wing as an exclamation. “I guess I’m the only one who believes she’s got the stuff. Then again…”
Emily raised a hand and tapped an index finger to her right temple, grinning widely before pounding a stomp into Veronica’s elbow, working the damaged left limb further.
Gnashing her teeth in the aftermath of West’s pinpoint attack, Treymane fought to one knee with her back to the challenger if only to put a bit of defense between Emily and her injured arm. Of course in doing so she offered the Amazing Academic her back and West wasted no time in hopping aboard to secure the same snug Sleeper her partner had used earlier.
“Steady your breathing, Veronica.” Emily advised even as she squeezed the blonde’s chin in the crook of one elbow. “Panicking now will only make this hold more effect--” The Pinstripe Powerhouse reminded everyone of the validity of that particular nickname by clambering to verticality like her opponent was nothing more than a cumbersome backpack. And where her previous stint in the Sleeper had seen her attempt a more offensive escape, this time Treymane immediately pointed herself at the Cosmic Noir corner and headed in that direction.
Emily understood the champion’s intention at once and knew simply holding on would lead to disastrous results. To that end she stopped cupping the back of Veronica’s skull, which effectively loosened the Sleeper while still keeping her right arm around the blonde’s throat. But with her left hand now free, she balled it into a fist and began pwak-pwak-pwaaaking short, sharp punches into her foe’s left shoulder and bicep! Targeting that aching limb slowed ’Ronnie’s progress considerably, to such a degree that West relinquished the Scissors and so she had better leverage to reach around and grab Treymane’s left wri--
“That doesn’t belong to you, Daisy.” the Magnificent Moll muttered as she tugged away from her opponent’s questing hands. “Try to take it again and I’ll RRRRGGGGGHHHHH!”
Emily did just that, spinning around in front of Treymane to lay claim to the wounded wing. Pulling it tight across her own chest she dropped backward and THUMPED the blonde down with a nasty Single Arm DDT that immediately segued into an even nastier Fujiwara Armbar!
FUJIWARA ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LhP2VID4xEc
“HOLD ON, VERONICA!” Lily shouted over her partner’s pained wails when Emily craaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the brutally simple hold. “YOU’RE SO CLOSE, JUST POWER YOUR WAY OVER HERE!”
Emily, who had strategically arranged the hold so that she was between the champions, offered Burlingame a skeptical look. “Please, let’s not downplay the severity of the situation, Lily. Veronica’s arm has been compromised and I’ve got the hold sunk in deep. Her situation is quite precarious and should be treated as su--”
Even someone as strong as Treymane couldn’t just brute force her way out of the Armbar, but she could roll from her tummy to her right side to alleviate the pressure and that’s exactly what she did. This shift also threw Emily into a backward somersault that put the former World Champion on her knees while still in possession of the Treymane’s arm. She tried to reestablish the Armbar at once, but ‘Ronnie powered to one knee and wrapped her right hand around the brunette’s throat! Emily’s eyes bulged, yet she wouldn’t abandon her grip on Treymane’s arm even after the Dangerous Dame rose to her full height. West was once again situated between the Tag Champs but now the position wasn’t nearly so advantageous, as she discovered when Veronica simply stormed forward and drove her bodily into the turnbuckles!
“Hold her!” Lily told her partner even as she reached over and slapped Treymane’s good shoulder to punch her ticket to the fray.
“No problem.” Veronica squeezed a little tighter, then let loose and backed off when Burlingame, who was still on the apron, hopped up and THWHACKED a high kick into the back of West’s noggin!
Emily groaned and stumbled out into open water, the woozy veteran so concerned with her aching skull that she walked right into a Bear Hug from ‘Ronnie! Al Carpenter was already urging Treymane to exit the ring, but he hadn’t started to count yet so the blonde paid him minimal attention. Instead she marched toward the corner, then turned around so her back was to the buckles. In this same instant Lily leapt over the ropes to land on the second turnbuckle.
“Better break up that double team, Carpenter!” Kylie warned from the challengers’ side of town. “Or I’ll do it myse--” Neither of them got a chance to stop Lily from vaulting off her perch in flawless front flip over the wheezing brunette. Threading her hands across Emily’s chin as she passed, the heiress came down flat on her back while Treymane dropped forward and down, Cosmic Noir combining their might to PLANT the Amazing Academic on the deck with a combination Blockbuster / Spinebuster! Now Treymane did barrel roll out of the ring, thus ensuring there was no reason for the official to delay his count when Lily pounced across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
BLOCKBUSTER SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCyjNdEcWTc
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
West jerked a shoulder off the mat to keep her team in the match for at least another three seconds. The Crimson Comet didn’t even raise questioning fingers for Carpenter, she just helped herself to a double handful of Emily’s hair and hauled her to verticality, an arrangement she occupied for about as long as it took Lily to slip an arm through her legs and muscle her up in a Fireman’s Carry.
Beaming as she turned a slow circle in the middle of the ring, Burlingame drew in a deep breath and bellowed, “BLACK HOLE!” Then she began to spin, slowly at first, then faster and faster, her pace seemingly growing in time with the ‘Wooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!’ of the FAWNatics. Ky wasn’t enjoying it nearly as much as everyone else but even she was having a better time than Emily, who kicked and wriggled and turned several unpleasant shades of green while-- Burlingame slowed to a stop and leaned to one side, allowing West to exit the ride of her own accord. West did so gratefully albeit not gracefully, the usually steady grappler stumbling around in wobbly little circles in an effort to reach Ky--THWHAP!
Groans of sympathetic anguish from all present when Lily planted on her back foot and skewered the other brunette’s tummy with a huge Back Kick. The Star Strider had expected West to crumple to all fours, so she was surprised (though not unpleasantly so) when Em landed flat on her butt instead. Always quick to improvise, Burlingame pointed a shoulder toward West, then hopped forward on her back foot and THWHACKED a Basement Super Kick offa her opponent’s forehead!
BACK KICK & BASEMENT SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-H0wKEju_w
Knocked flat by the stiff strike, West took deep breaths and tried to steady the room by focusing on the overhead lights. It seemed to be helping until Lily moved into place on her right side and took to the skies. Lifting off from the mat obviously meant less impact than if she’d started from the top rope, though in Burlingame’s case it didn’t seem to matter as much because she still had plenty of time to curl into a ball and spin through four hundred and fifty gut-churning degrees en route to THWHAMMING down on her opponent’s gulping tummy! West’s legs shuddered but didn’t kick up, so Lily helped herself to the far specimen and cradled it tight while Al counted…
STANDING 450 SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hlt9iYqD6ho
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Emily twitched loose of the pin, not that this stopped Kylie from rushing into the ring and yanking the Roseate Rocket off her partner! “Hey! Back off, Daisy!” Veronica was through the ropes in a heartbeat and heading for Sanders even though the Platinum Pixie was backpedaling toward her corner with both hands held at shoulder level.
Lily noted this but paid it little mind, she’d already hauled Emily to a seat and dropped into place behind her. “Gotcha now, babe.” she huffed after slipping her legs around Emily’s waist for the first of many long, rib-compressing constrictions. “Mind if I slap on a Full Nelson or do you want a hand for tappNGH! NGH! NGH!” Emily gouged a trio of elbows into the younger wrestler’s right thigh, so Lily clouted her across the shoulders before pinning West’s arms overhead in a tight Full Nelson. “Last time I try to be nice.” she muttered. “Now I’ll just drive your butt through the canvas!”
Burlingame dropped to her back, pulling Emily off the mat in front of her. A pelvic thrust from the Crimson Comet shot both women up and forward and finally down, Lily DRIVING Em’s tailbone into the canvas-covered plywood, a sour look of discomfort emerging on the Black Queen’s face.
But the sibling of the most productive member of her foe’s Court wasn’t done, repeating the Keister Bounce a second and third time, West’s face twisted in significant pain by the final butt blasting.
With the three-spot delivered, Lily released her Nelson, dropping flat to the canvas without the Amazing Academic, then spun to her chest, in turn stacking Emily on her shoulders, the veteran’s bum pointed to the rafters for the…
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TWO…
West spasmed sufficiently to escape the predicament, flopping to her side, the effort to claim the tag titles and a final run with championship gold still alive.
The Roseate Rocket kipped to her feet as easily as her Cherry Bomb days. Her boot soles were in contact with the canvas for a split-second as she leapt into a Dropkick to the seated West, flattening Em to the canvas with boots to the bosom, the Sensual Scholar no doubt seeing stars in the lights above.
Again, Lily was up in an instant, apparently on a mission to show Emily there was another future Hall of Famer in the family. Burlingame hustled to the ropes toward Emily’s right side and slipped through, grabbing the top strand with both hands.
Effortlessly leaping to a stance on the uppermost cable, Lily springboarded off and THWUMPED across Em’s open midriff with a Somersault Senton, West jackknifing around the ring-rattling impact. But Burlingame wasn’t done with the acrobatic display.
She rolled to her feet and scurried to the next set of ropes, popping to the middle cables while grabbing the top. From there, she soared into a backward flip, Moonsaulting across the bruised belly of the battered Queen.
SPRINGBOARD SENTON TO SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEPLqSMOhSg
Again, a demolished Em folded in a ‘V’ shape under the splashing Burlingame. This time Lily remaind atop her foe, pressing her flat and snatching a leg in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Not taking any chances, an entering Kylie dove into Lily, sending a Double Axhandle between the shoulderblades of the champion to break the pin on the woman who’d rehabilitated her reputation.
Lily’s back arched from the impact next to a kneeling Sanders and Al tried to intercede, instantly beseeching the Platinum Pixie to leave the ring. An arriving ‘Ronnie was less verbal in her response to Ky’s entry, snatching a wrist of Sanders and tugging Kylie to her feet. With a second yank, the diminutive blonde was across Treymane’s shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry, the former Vanilla Chill about to pay heavily for her interference.
But as the Pinstripe Powerhouse prepared to deliver, an anxious Sanders pumped elbow after elbow into the side of Veronica’s head, finally sliding down behind the Destroyer-class bruiser. The Pixie pressed her palms into Ronnie’s shoulderblades and rushed her to the ropes where she tripped Veronica going in, Treymane’s throat falling across the middle cable.
Kylie plucked the kneeling Gangster off the deck and, with a grip providing Veronica quite the wedgie and another on a shoulder, Sanders heaved Treymane between the upper and middle cables, ‘Ronnie bouncing off the apron’s edge and THWAPPPING to the thinly-padded concrete below.
As Kylie leaned against the ropes, looking down on the splayed Treymane, an unexpected arrival changed the odds considerably. Racing in from behind, Lily used her mastery of the aerial arts, grabbing the top rope as she surged to Sanders’ side and delivered her Cherry Swirl, an over-the-top-rope tiger feint kick, PLOWING her boots into Kylie’s nose and chin.
STANDARD ISSUE TIGER FEINT KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r8k6ajiYLSI
Kylie backpedaled toward her partner, Emily pushing to all fours. The Pixie collected her balance a step from tumbling over her teammate. Unfortunately for the veteran duo, the rampaging Rocket used the ropes for her launch-pad once more. Hopping to the middle cable while snatching the top, Burlingame gracefully sprang in a U-turn flight, CRASHING across Kylie’s chest in a Flying Crossbody that not only sent the blonde flat but creates a double-decker sandwich, Emily compressed to her chest beneath the other women.
The FAWNatics were roaring, privy to a run of Shea London’s legendary level. With the icons stacked below her, but West on her chest, there’s no slaps of the canvas from an otherwise amenable Carpenter. Lily rodr, bringing Kylie along with a tight grip on a wrist. Leaving the silver-bobbed grappler to wobble to her right, Burlingame hauled Emily to her feet and into a position where her challengers faced one another.
Sinking her digits into the women’s available locks, Lily drew each head back then SLAMMED them together, two of FAWN’s most famous coconuts echoing throughout the arena.
The Platinum Pixie seemed to get the worst of the collision, staggering in reverse to her corner until her back was pressed against the buckles. Emily remained upright, if drunkenly, so Lily provided a little locomotion, grabbing a wrist and Irish Whipping Em after her partner, West unable to stop from avalanche CRASHING into her legendary counterpart.
The force turned off Kylie’s legs and she plopped to a seat on the canvas, legs outstretched, back and head leaning against the buckles. With a few more of her faculties, Emily managed to turn back toward the center to try and find Burlingame. She quickly discovered a Super Kick to the chin from Lily.
The impact proved a literal head turner and Emily timbered to the deck, her forehead regrettably THUMPING into Kylie’s crotch. The Pixie’s hazel eyes rolled back as her jaw dropped, hands burying between her thighs and removing her partner’s face from her privates. Mewling in agony, she gingerly rolled under the bottom rope, remaining on the apron.
A dazed Emily, mostly unaware of her surroundings, reached for the bottom cable to help pull herself upward in the face of the onslaught. However, in seeking the rubber-coated steel, she accidentally slapped a shoulder of Sanders.
Al motioned the inadvertent touch was indeed a legal tag and when Lily arrived to claim her bounty, she snatched the Pleasant Valley Princess instead of West, dragging Kylie in to continue her blitz of the inundated icons.
The resplendent Rocket hauled Kylie to her feet, slipped an arm between the quaking legs of the blonde, and scooped her off the mat, perpendicular across her chest. Showing she had a little ‘oomph’ in addition to the ‘wow’ when it came to women near her size, Lily delivered the faltering Sanders back to the canvas with a Fallaway slam.
FALLAWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JJngipRRz8A
The Crimson Comet rose and winked at her powerhouse partner, Veronica long since having returned to her place in the Cosmic Noir corner.
“No need for a tag,” ‘Ronnie shouted, waving Lily back into action “just enjoying the show.”
Kylie’s rolled to her chest and was halfway to hands and knees when a Somersault Senton from Burlingame returned her torso to the mat, a great burst of an exhalation pushing through her Cupid’s arrow lips.
Rising to a stance above the splayed blonde, Lily stepped onto the pits of Kylie’s knees. She dipped and slapped Sanders’ sides to bring Ky’s arms within reach and snatched them at the wrists.
The Lily Show’ continued, Burlingame now showing her tactical prowess, falling to her back with the Pixie in tow and launching her foe overhead. The backbreaking, limb-stretching Romero Special had Kylie howling to the heavens, the crowd again giving Lily a well-deserved ovation as she brought the notoriously tenacious Hawkeye to tears from the agony, Al staring into the pain-wracked face of the Pixie and asking Kylie if she wanted to surrender.
ROMERO SPECIAL @ 00:45
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L12IRhmHPYE&list=PL830D6E4E2CF67B63
Sanders shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ and yelped a defiant “NEVER!” despite the joint-straining anguish in her shoulders and knees, not to mention the hellish arc of her back. This tenacity earned her some especially rough treatment from the heiress, Lily jerking down on her handholds while simultaneously jouncing her legs to put even more strain on the veteran’s knees. “Give up!” Burlingame ordered after another ten or fifteen seconds ticked off the clock. “You’re not going anywhere, Kylie! It’s over!”
“The hell it is!” Sanders countered at once. “I’ll pass out before I give you the satisfac--”
The Star Strider rocked her hips and rolled forward to set the Iowan down on her knees while Lily ended up set on her pert behind. The arrangement was still quite painful for the challenger, alas it got even worse when Burlingame relinquished one of those Wristlocks so she could lean forward and hook an arm across Sanders’ throat which allowed her to secure the Dragon Sleeper.
ROMERO DRAGON SLEEPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jg1PUv1jiQA
“AAAARRRRGGAAAAHHHH!” Sanders bellowed in undisguised anguish as Burlingame bent her into a gawdawful ‘C’ shape with the hold Sydney Deschain once dubbed the Whispering Scream. The result among those in attendance was as immediate as it was emphatic as it was split. The Star Gazers offered up a rousing ‘TAP!’ chant while the born-again Corps were just as quick to offer a ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ to their struggling heroine.
And make no mistake about it, Kylie needed all the help she could get. With her head, right arm and both legs thoroughly under the champion’s control, she could only waggle a finger and groan refusals when Al inquired about surrender.
Over in their respective corners, Emily and Veronica urged their partners to different results and much as she hated to admit it, West knew that Ky was working on borrowed time. To make matters worse, Treymane was watching the action with a close eye that precluded any overt assistance on the brunette’s part. Unless… Emily set a foot on the bottom rope and climbed into a crouch on the top turnbuckle, a bit of clambering movement that couldn’t fail to get the Pinstripe Powerhouse’s attention.
“Hey!” she called from Noir’s side of town. “Get down from there, Emily!”
West favored her with an irritated expression that turned to one of surprised concern as she honed in on something over Veronica’s left shoulder. The big blonde turned to look which was precisely when Emily hopped into the ring and rushed Lily with a Basement Dropkick that landed between her shoulders with a loud THWHACK!
Lily cried out and broke the hold which allowed Sanders to topple forward in a facedown sprawl. Cursing the ruse, Veronica slipped through the strands and went straight for West, who was already on her feet and making for the challenger’s corner. Carpenter saw her coming and moved to interject only to find himself juked by to the stone age by the scary nimble Destroyer! Eyes going wide as her striped defenses proved ineffective, Emily tried to throw herself out of the way and her luck was even worse than Al’s, which was to say the Dangerous Dame slammed a shoulder into the pit of her stomach and sent the both of ‘em hurtling through the ropes to the floor below!
Dimly aware of the Spear-related ‘Ooooooohhhhhhhs!’ from the crowd, Lily got to her feet, saw Kylie on all fours and THUMPED a Mushroom Stomp into the center of her back. The Pleasant Valley Princess hit the deck but didn’t stay there long because Burlingame hooked her by the shoulder-straps and hauled her to verti--more roars from those assembled, specifically the Kylie Corps when their ever tenacious leader abruptly slipped an arm between Lily’s legs and boosted her up onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry!
Throwing an arm over the nape of Burlingame’s neck even as she started to whip around in a circle, Sanders drew in a deep breath and called out, “P-V-DRRRGGGHHHHH!”
Surprised as hell but hardly helpless, Burlingame pounded one elbow against the side of Kylie’s skull over and over again. Her aim was to escape the Fireman’s Carry and preferably return to the canvas in the process, instead the woozy challenger stumbled into the ropes where Lily found herself dumped to the apron a little ways above the tangled forms of Emily and Veronica. Hooking onto the top rope with one white-knuckled hand, the Crimson Comet blocked a Haymaker from Kylie only to have her response swatted aside. In the same instant, Sanders snatched a double handful of hair and drove a swift Headbutt into the bridge of the brunette’s nose!
Burlingame rocked in place without losing her footing, so Ky tagged her with a follow-up slap, then spun around on one heel and raced to the ropes on the far side of the ring. Returning with a speed that Lily would’ve appreciated were she not on the receiving end thereof, the Pleasant Valley Princess hit the afterburners before she hunched down low and hurled herself through the top and middle ropes with a gut-churning Spear of her NOOOO! Lily hopped up, landed on the second strand and hopped again to ensure she was well out of the way when Sanders shot out into the void and bowled over West and Treymane mere heartbeats after they’d returned to boot-leather.
Such an exhibition of human demolition derby never failed to raise a cheer from the FAWNatics and they grew all the louder when the Star Strider hurried to the nearest corner and sprang to a perch in the high rent district. Fingers waggling to urge even more noise from those assembled, Lily rose to her full height and simply looked over the three other wrestlers as they began to stir. Kylie was first, the Iowan making it to her hands and knees before she pushed ‘Ronnie out of the way to better assist her partner. As for the Magnificent Moll, she found herself slightly behind the challengers, a bit of information that didn’t mean much until she happened to glance toward the ring and spotted Burlingame lurking.
Not a word was spoken yet Cosmic Noir knew exactly what to do, as evidenced by how quickly Treymane snatched each of her opponents by the nape of the neck. Bringing her hands together did the same for the challenger’s noggins, though the resultant Headbutt lacked the impact of Lily’s previous effort. Didn’t matter though, Veronica still had enough left in her tanks to haul the stunned Lightweights up alongside as soon as she’d regained her own footing. “LET ‘EM HAVE IT, LILY!” Treymane shouted to the Maroon Meteor even as Burlingame prepared for lift-off “THESE DAISIES ARE READY TO OOOOFFFFHHH!”
Emily and Kylie each drove an elbow into Veronica’s tummy, then stamped on her toes and grabbed hold of a wrist just as Lily took to the skies. A pair of identical giant steps turned what had been a cluster of three into a single target, the only one Burlingame didn’t actually want to hit. Alas it was much too late for her to do anything about it and the tag champs could only brace for impact as Cosmic took out Noir with a massive Diving Crossbody!
“Burlingame’s legal, right?” Kylie huffed to an equally shopworn Emily.
“I believe so, yes.”
“Then let’s make sure the Godmother here isn’t a factor, what do you say?”
“I say we get our femme fatale on.”
Working as one, the galvanized veterans peeled ‘Ronnie off the floor, then doubled her over with stereo Toe Kicks. A tandem Front Facelock followed, as did the neutralizing of blonde arms, but when it came time to hook the champ’s waistband, Sanders and West each settled on a sharp wedgie that made a good four-fifth’s of Treymane’s briefs disappear! With the Destroyer at their disposal, Ky & Em hoisted her all the way to high noon, then tromped forward several steps and slung Veronica back the way she’d came to deposit atop the guardrail with an agonizing THAWHUMP!
The challengers exchanged double high fives as Treymane got folded up like a suitcase, the former World Champion able to do nothing more than groan piteously. “Now it’s your turn, firecracker.” Kylie told Lily in the midst of snatching hold of the brunette’s waistband. “First, you and ‘Ronnie need to match!” A handful of togs and tresses got Burlingame up and a sharp yank on the former ensured she and the Dangerous Dame were both feeling quite a bit cheekier than usual.
Cheers from the Corps as Sanders slung Burlingame under the bottom rope and slid in on her heels, there was a title change coming, they could just feel it! Kylie did too, especially after she plucked Lily off the canvas and muscled her across her shoulders like she was nothing more than a bag of leaves. Three full spins now, the Hawkeye Heroine getting a little revenge for the Airplane Spin en route to driving her foe through the heart of Pleasant Vall--Sanders eyes went wide as she saw a figure storming down the aisle behind Emily. “EM, WATCH--”
‘Out’ didn’t leave her lips before the interloper smashed a folding chair across West’s back with a cringe-inducing BWAAANG! The Black Queen cried out and crumpled to all fours, her expression of befuddled suffering a stark contrast to the beatific smile stretched across the lips of one Avery Christian.
AVERY CHRISTIAN:
“What’re you looking at me for, grandma?” the Baby Boss sneered to a wide-eyed, apoplectic Kylie Sanders. “You’ve got your own prob--”BWAAANG!
A second chair smashed home across the blonde’s lower back, the unexpected blunt force trauma more than enough to unhinge Sanders’ knees and drop she and Lily to the mat in a gob-smacked heap. Focused on Al Carpenter rather than the two women she’d just waylaid, Kat Braddock smacked the seat of the chair with one hand and sneered, “Go ahead and ring the bell, idiot. It’s not going to stop what happens next!”
KAT ‘THE BRAT’ BRADDOCK:
Idiot or no, Al did indeed call for the bell, the tolling struggling to reach over the decibels created by the jeering FAWNatics. The Announcer interpreted Carpenter’s hand signals correctly and brought a microphone up to confirm the decision.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via disqualification are Kylie Sanders and Emily West!”
Before the crowd could decide whether they wanted to cheer, Kat hoisted her folding furniture. Kylie and Lily were each to hands and knees and the curvy blonde played a tune on each, BWANGING the steel across Burlingame’s spine, flattening her chest-first to the canvas. As she did, Sanders reached a stooped vertical only to have the upper rim of the chair DRILLED into her ivory midriff. Kylie doubled over, hazel eyes popping, jaw dropping wide.
“You think you were going to have the last word between us, granny?” Kat asked rhetorically.
Braddock swung her weapon like a double-barreled racket this time, THWACKING it across Kylie’s vertebrae. The Platinum Pixie arched in agony, dropping to her knees.
“Do you know how much Ave’s mom values you?” The Brat whispered to the grimacing Sanders. “Enough she told us we need to take you out before we get a title shot.”
Kat dropped the dimpled seatpan of her favorite furniture in front of the Pleasant Valley Princess and captured Kylie’s braincase in a Front Facelock.
“Not even sure this is what she meant. Either way. It’s a shytload of fun.”
Braddock laid out and delivered Kylie’s forehead to the metal with a sickening CLANG courtesy a DDT. The insensate Pixie absently flopped to her back, out cold.
On the outside, the crotch shot the challengers laid on Veronica, legs on either side of the steel barricade, left Avery with only one reasonable target. Christian tugged a half-broken Emily to her feet, yanking West’s head between her thighs. Instead of wrapping her arms in a hug of the Black Queen’s waist, the fireplug brunette shoveled both open hands between the thighs of the veteran.
With power that came from her considerable curves, the short-of-stature Baby Boss flipped the faltering Em up her frame, West taking a temporary seat on Avery’s shoulders. Christian then POWERBOMBED Emily into the apron’s edge, doing untold damage to the spinal column of the Sensual Scholar.
A beaming Avery glanced up from the pitiful wreckage of the Amazing Academic to the combat zone Kat now claimed.
With Sanders snoozing, Braddock plucked Lily off the deck.
“You’re going to owe me, sweetheart. But I’ll get you in due time.”
The Brat tugged Burlingame into a Front Facelock, sweeping a limp arm of the Crimson Comet over her shoulders. The blonde popped the bottom half of a folded Lily into her lap, hooking an arm behind the Rocket’s outside knee.
And Kat laid out, SPIKING the crown of Lily’s skull into the deck with her Kat Nap.
KAT NAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYABwz8Xi44
The champion flopped over into a wide starfish, unconscious, Burlingame and Sanders comatose bookends on either side of a rising Braddock. Avery joined her teammate, swallowing The Brat in a giddy embrace.
Together, they turned to the torrent of boos, each giving the crowd a one-arm salute as they beamed from ear to ear.
“Now that’s how to make a statement even your Mom can’t ignore,” Kat said with a chuckle, shoulder to shoulder with her curvy boo.
After all, why else would Kylie Sanders believe one word from the mouth of the Black Queen?
Desperation made strange bedfellows and yet how successful these bedfellows have been.
And now, blonde and brunette, icons of FAWN who are surely headed to the organization’s Hall of Fame when said hall is founded, stand backstage, waiting for their chance to claim the tag team titles together.
This is no fluke. Christian made them earn it. And after more than surviving but vanquishing one of the top teams of recent vintage, Leggs, Inc., they’ve earned the chance.
An eclectic mix of speed and acrobatics with pound and power stand in their way.
Cosmic Noir would be a fitting foe in their effort to turn back the clock and make themselves title holders in the dusk of their legendary careers.
Outside, the FAWNatics wait impatiently, the buzz growing. History to be made.
Behind the curtain, Sanders and West seem poised but with a certain indefinable ease. The travails they’ve seen so much of through their collective decades, making a shot at final golden glory not overwhelming but something to be embraced.
The buzz of the crowd grows with the imminent arrival of the stars at twilight, still burning brightly.
“Keep Lily in as much as possible,” Kylie insists. “She can do some crazy shyt, but she’s not half her sister nor as badass as Treymane. Accounting for Ronnie’s strength will be a lot tougher.”
“Don’t be so sure,” Emily interjects. “The little one has the same amount of fight as her sister. And the Burlingame ‘will to win’ never ceases to amaze me.”
Kylie nods.
“Fair. Just let it all hang out, tonight. Nothing left in the tank after this one.”
Em grins.
“As if we would do anything else.”
The sound of Iggy Azalea gettin’ ‘Fancy’ alerts the FAWNatics and the enigmatic duo it’s time to show they’re more than a force with which to be reckoned but aer championship material.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
Kylie and Emily burst through the curtains and claim the attention of every single pair of eyes in the house, the sellout crowd roaring as the challengers take center stage.
KYLIE SANDERS:
EMILY WEST:
Having earned her way back into the Corps’ good graces courtesy of West’s understanding of human nature, both her partner’s and the mob’s, Kylie beams amidst the regained affection.
The veterans turn to each other and share a look of recognition, both of their surroundings and themselves. They head down the ramp towards their destiny.
The silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty moves down the aisle and up the steps to boisterous acclaim.
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sports a multi-strapped, yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
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Em receives plenty of love in her own right, the assembled excited to see the Sensual Scholar flourishing after such a long time away from the squared circle.
Ky waits for West to reach the apron next to her, the Queen garbed in a gleaming black corset with half a dozen tiny silver buttons that started below her sternum and ended just above her navel. Beneath, the corset flowed seamlessly into a matching black skirt edged in delicate white lace. Traveling yet farther south (across perhaps three inches of exquisitely toned thigh) Emily’s strong legs were armored in black nylon stockings topped by more lace (albeit in black) and shiny black wrestling boots that reached to just below the knee. This regal style was accessorized with flat black pads at elbow and knee and a completed by a wide choker done in black velvet. From this choker hung a small onyx pendant carved into the shape of her favorite chess piece.
They slip through the cables simultaneously and move to the middle where they raise arms high and wide, their music fading.
The Announcer, realizing he doesn’t have to wait for a soliloquy from West or Sanders, makes their arrival official.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a sixty-minute time limit. First. The challengers. At a combined weight of two hundred and thirty-six pounds, they are the Amazing Academic and the Platinum Pixie. They are the celebrated, the illustrious, the soon to be victorious… Emily West and Kylie Sanders!”
Sanders pumps a fist as she and her partner move to their assigned corner, Emily more reserved and thoughtful, likely considering the calculus necessary to place another ‘W’ in the column against two women at the peak of their game.
With the challengers properly situated, the Announcer resumed his duties, “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 Thrills, Chills & Spills crowd roared for all they were worth to greet the Cosmic Crimestoppers.
LILY BURLINGAME:
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Hands on her hips as she surveyed the fans before honing in on the challengers, Lily said, “Two former world champs in the opposite corner, ‘Ronnie. Both first bout Hall of Famers too. This one feels big.”
“It does.” Treymane agreed. “Ya know why? Because I’m a former World Champ. You’re a former Lightweight Champ. AND we’re the CURRENT Tag Team Champions. Lotta accolades gonna be in that ring, shortly.”
Burlingame grinned, nudged her partner’s arm with one elbow. “Nervous?”
“Hell no.” Veronica noted as she raised the replica Thompson. “But the girls that see us waiting in the other corner? They should be real nervous.”
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 this high profile defense against two FAWN legends, 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.
A different tone from most FAWN title contests as the four participants met at the center of the ring before Al Carpenter raised the Tag Team Championships overhead. “Ky. Em.” Veronica stepped forward and offered a hand to the challengers. “Good luck to you both. May the best team win.”
Kylie hesitated for a moment before returning the gesture. “Show us your best, Treymane.” she said. “We want those belts.” Sanders didn’t wait for a reply, she simply clapped the Black Queen on the shoulder, then headed to the challengers’ corner.
As for Emily, she accepted the former World Champion’s hand and shook it once. “Well said, Veronica. Now, which of you will be joining me for this waltz?”
“You’re looking at her.” Lily replied. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, Emily.”
“She’s not the only one.” Treymane looked vaguely disappointed, though it didn’t stop her from heading off to Cosmic Noir’s side of town. “Don’t keep her all to yourself, ‘Lil. I want my shot too.”
“My, it’s so nice to be wanted.” West chuckled as she began to circle the Crimson Comet. “I do hope that sentiment remains when this match is over.”
“Oh, I’m more than happy to meet you one on one.” Lily admitted as she matched the veteran’s pace. “But Tag Title shots? They don’t come easy, believe me.”
“Then I suppose I’ll have to make the most of this opportunity.” West noted. “Come, Lily Burlingame. Show me what makes Susannah so proud.”
Lily blinked, then nodded. “Whatever you say, Em.”
Just like that she lunged forward and swept West into an aggressive Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. West backed up a couple steps, dug in her heels and pushed against the heiress to regain the ground she’d lost. Hardly content with mere pushing and shoving, the Amazing Academic helped herself to Lily’s right wrist and shouldered the clench apart so she could twist that whole arm through three shoulder-wrenching rotations!
The Arm Wringer doubled Burlingame over and slowed her down to such a degree that West had no trouble gripping Lily’s fingers to bend them back at an awkward angle. Lily grimaced, swatted at her taut shoulder and shook her head ‘no’ before either West or Carpenter could ask about submission. “You’re not going to let me dictate the pace so early, are you?” Emily questioned as the brunettes moved around in a little circle. “That’s not the sort of tone you--”
Burlingame dropped to one knee and threw herself into a nimble little forward roll that brought her back to verticality while also relieving the pressure on her shoulder. Doubling down on her own Wristlock as soon as she was free of the Arm Wringer, the Maroon Meteor returned the favor with a couple of her own before dipping down and threading her head beneath Emily’s left arm. In the next instant she cinched a Waistlock around the challenger’s midsection and snapped off a high bridge to THUMP West down on her back with a quick Northern Lights Suplex! Already close to the action, Al dropped to all fours and slapped the mat…
NORTHERN LIGHT SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LLcJx2cmuM
ONE…
TWO…
Emily tightened down on the challenger’s noggin even as she kicked her legs to escape the predicament simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ Slinging Burlingame’s near arm across her shoulders as the Lightweights scrambled to boot-leather, the Black Queen set her feet and popped her hips to return Burlingame to the deck with a heavy Snap Suplex! West immediately floated over into a Crossbody cover while Al counted out…
SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=86xwXC_ME1o
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TWO…
West hadn’t thought to hook a leg, which allowed Lily to plant her feet and bridge / slide out from under the challenger with a full second to sp-- Burlingame pistoned her right foot at Emily’s face in a Basement Super Kick that would’ve stove in the veteran’s chin if West hadn’t caught her ankle in both hands. “Hmmmmhh, I do believe Susannah has understated your speed.” Emily said shortly after she’d rose to her full height. “That was even faster than antic--” A twitch in Burlingame’s plant leg told West an Enzugiri was imminent so she went up on tiptoe and slung Lily’s captured foot down as hard as she could! The abrupt shift in momentum doubled the Crimson Comet over, making her noggin a perfect target for the Kneelift Emily pistoned up at--SMACK! Lily brought her hands together and clapped them down on the other brunette’s knee to block the strike by the slimmest of margins!
Face at least temporarily safe, the youngest Burlingame straightened up and waggled a finger ‘no, no, no!’ as she and West resumed circling. “You’re good.” Lily admitted with a smile. “You’re real good.”
“As are you.” Emily answered promptly. “Now, shall we get back to it?”
“Whenever you’re rea--” West took it to heart and surged forward at once, the former World Champ cinching an arm around Lily’s neck to reel her into a Side HeadNO! Burlingame snagged a wrist, twisted out of the Headlock and spun behind her opponent’s back to put the Black Queen up on tiptoes with a HammerNO! Emily countered the Hammerlock with one of her own but only got to crank Lily’s shoulder once before the Star Strider reached back with her free arm and wrapped it around the other brunette’s skull. Grimacing as the champ’s shoulder ground against her chin, West warned, “Consider your next move carefu--” Burlingame dipped into a deep crouch and sprang high into the air, the toes of her boots pointing up at the rafters before she curled in on herself and laid out on one side to send the Amazing Academic tumbling across the canvas with a cleverly delivered Snapmare!
Progress stopped by the ropes, Emily pushed up on one knee and regarded her friend’s little sister with a wary, appraising smile. Nodding at some detail revealed only to herself, she got to her feet and started back to the Maroon Meteor only to stop when Kylie cleared her throat. Em raised a ‘be right with you’ hand to Lily as she turned her attention to the Pleasant Valley Princess. “Something on your mind, Kylie?”
“You gonna hog the space cadet all night, big brain?”
“Lily and I haven’t crossed paths before and I’m enjoying our gamesmanship a great deal if you must know.”
“I’m enjoying it too!” Burlingame chirped from her side of the ring.
“Let me take a shot at her.” Ky said with a glance at the heiress. “We’ve danced before, I want to see if she’s as fast as I remem--”
A cheer from the FAWNatics drew the challengers’ attention to the other corner, where Lily had just tagged Veronica Treymane into the match. “Still want in?” West spoke to Sanders, but her attention was very much on the Pinstripe Powerhouse.
“Hell yes.” Ky answered without hesitation. “That chick knocked Marisol flat on her ass, I want to offer my respects before I take her title.”
Emily nodded once. “Admirable.” then to Veronica, “I’m afraid we’ll have to do this a bit later, Kylie has asked to cut in.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Daisy.” Treymane noted from her spot in the center of the squared circle.
Another round of cheers from those assembled as the veterans changed places, Sanders hopping over the top while West dipped through the middle. “Glad to see you’ve come around.” ‘Ronnie told the Iowan as Ky closed in. “I’ve wanted to wrestle this Kylie Sanders for a long ti--”
Sanders shot in, dipped low and whipped around behind to take the Destroyer’s back with a tight Waistlock. She dropped her hips in an attempt to power Treymane off her feet, but the Dangerous Dame grabbed hold of her foe’s wrists and dropped down with her to thwart the effort. “Be careful what you wish for, babe.” Sanders gouged her knotted hands into Veronica’s tummy as she continued to work the Waistlock. “This is the best version of Kylie Sanders you’re ever gonna OOFFFFH!”
Treymane prized Ky’s hands apart, drew her hips forward and then thrust them back into the pit of her opponent’s stomach! Sanders took those medicine ball glutes full force and backed up several steps, though she was more or less fine when Veronica turned around.
“That’s exactly who I want, Daisy.” she explained. “Only fair, right? After all I’m giving you the best version of Veronica Treymane.”
Decided size disadvantage be damned, the Platinum Pixie surged forward, arms outstretched, meeting Veronica in a Collar and Elbow hook-up. Treymane was held in a stalemate for a few seconds only. She quickly walked Kylie to the buckles of a neutral corner. With Sanders’ back pressed against the buckles, Carpenter called for a break and Treymane provided it, lifting her hands away from the snarling Hawkeye and holding them high to polite applause from the crowd.
“This many years in the ring and that’s your best idea?” the Gorgeous Gangster asked. “Come right at me?”
“You don’t like the direct approach?” Ky queried in response, forging forward again into a tie-up again only to be heaved back into the corner, sent airborne by Ronnie’s shove.
Sanders winced, reaching reflexively for her bruised back as Veronica cleared off to center stage, allowing the Iowan to wheel out of the corner and orbit around the centered champion.
The stubborn Sanders closed the distance slowly, then lurched toward the menacing target, hoping for third time lucky. However, with this effort, she ducked under Ronnie’s reach, swinging behind Treymane and reestablishing a tight Waistlock around her more powerful adversary.
“I believe we’ve been here before,” the Dangerous Dame announced.
Instead of butt-bumping the challenger with another reversed pelvic thrust, Treymane pivoted to capture the smaller blonde’s head in a Side Headlock, but Kylie used her shorter stature to duck under.
She drove the bony ball of her left knee into the pit of Treymane’s, forcing Ronnie to genuflect. While doing so, the Pleasant Valley Princess released her grip around Veronica’s midriff to race past the bigger blonde’s left shoulder, hit the ropes, and rebound into a low-rise Dropkick to Treymane’s chest that knocked her foe flat to the canvas.
Both women scurried toward vertical but Ky’s trip up proved faster. The Pixie leapt into a raised knee, catching ‘Ronnie under the chin while her foe’s still bent at the waist, staggering Treymane, Veronica sent drunkenly stumbling after a 180-turn.
Placed in the title holder’s six, Sanders charged after her opponent, jumping onto the Ronnie’s back. Kylie’s abbreviated ivory-skinned legs surrounded Veronica’s tummy with a Scissors, her arms snaking around Treymane’s head in a constricting grip.
The arms of the Gorgeous Gangster flailed wildly above her, Sanders ducking under her foe’s effort to reach behind and grab a hold of the veteran. She rode the champ nice and snug, her arms clamping tighter by the second. Veronica’s dark eyes betrayed a growing sense of panic as her lids fluttered, unable to shake off the tenacious, little blonde bulldog.
She turned her back to the nearest corner and backpedaled her way toward a Sanders sandwich, but Ky released her Scissors and kicked her legs out behind her in time to put boot soles to the middle buckle, stopping ‘Ronnie in her tracks. Diagonal to the ground, Kylie popped her feet to the top buckle and pushes away from the pad.
Sanders swung her legs by Treymane’s side from the momentum, sitting out and PLANTING Ronnie’s forehead into the canvas with a cleverly crafted Bulldog. The Iowan used a Half Nelson to roll the splayed Gangster to her back, then climbed aboard in a lateral press, hooking a brawny stem for the…
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And that’s all.
The tag titlist thrust from under the comparatively diminutive blonde, flinging Sanders up to her haunches, ‘Ronnie ending in a seated position next to her foe.
Ky snuck a quick glance at West, Emily pumping a fist instead of offering a palm to tag.
Sanders nodded and scrambled to her feet, racing to the ropes and rebounding again. The Platinum Pixie sprang into a Meteora, Kylie’s shins landing across Veronica’s shoulders and riding her down to a heavy THUMP! Sanders reached her arms back to hook both raised legs, Treymane on her back beneath the seated Sanders. The reborn fan favorite picked up a second consecutive pin-fall attempt and garnered a…
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‘Ronnie scooped the Hawkeye off over her head, Ky lurching forward before pushing to her feet. She led her resuscitated Corps in a rhythmic clap as she moved to nearest buckles, ascending them nimbly if not with the ease of her original instructor, Shea London.
Still, when Ronnie was up to unsteady feet and turns in a wobble to find her foe, Kylie was set on a penthouse perch, hazel eyes glued on her bull’s eye. The Pixie vaulted from the heights, Missile Dropkick aimed at Ronnie’s chin. But Treymane became a matador, swinging to the side, leaving a whole lot of empty air for the wide-eyed Sanders.
Crashing and burning, Ky’s body THUMPED into the thinly-sheathed plywood, Sanders’ spine bouncing off the mat, her body arching in pain, an arm reaching for her blasted backbone.
Ronnie leaned against the ropes a few feet from the wreckage. She drew in a deep breath, swept golden locks off her forehead, and strode to Sanders, surrounding the challenger’s head in her hands. The champ pulled Kylie to her feet, switched her grip to a wrist and sent her foe hurtling to the far strands. The former Vanilla Chill returned at breakneck speed but managed to duck under a Clothesline from the Gorgeous Gangster.
Rebounding a second time, Ky ducked under another sweeping scythe-like arm from Treymane, this time grabbing the limb as she slipped under. Both women spun toward each other, but it’s the bite-sized, silver-bobbed battler who’s got the jump.
Grabbing Veronica by her flaxen locks and lowering her foe’s head, Kylie raised a knee to Ronnie’s chin and lays out, BLASTING Treymane with a Single Knee Facebuster.
SINGLE KNEE FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0W-Xfv77SI
The force sent the destroyer-class competitor splashing to her back and settling in a dazed spreadeagle. Lily looked on in amazement at a slower, less athletic version and, let’s face it, older version of her flyweight self systematically leveling the power of Cosmic Noir.
Sanders kipped to her feet to a roar from the FAWNatics. She grabbed a wrist of the downed ‘Ronnie and dragged the bigger grappler along the canvas a few feet in order to turn the keys over to the Amazing Academic.
Ky tickled Emily’s fingers with one hand while maintaining the other wrapped around ‘Ronnie’s wrist. Sanders kept the arm of the champion elevated, and as it turned out, vulnerable. For Em slipped through the ropes, hopped to the middle strands, a boot sole on either side of the buckle, and leaps to a Knee Drop of Treymane’s extended shoulder.
Sanders released at Al’s urging and departed while Veronica cradled her aching arm close, mewling in pain as a risen Black Queen circled her foe with dangerous intent.
“She’s still got a little left in the tank,” Emily chuckles, pounding a stomp into Treymane’s injured wing as an exclamation. “I guess I’m the only one who believes she’s got the stuff. Then again…”
Emily raised a hand and tapped an index finger to her right temple, grinning widely before pounding a stomp into Veronica’s elbow, working the damaged left limb further.
Gnashing her teeth in the aftermath of West’s pinpoint attack, Treymane fought to one knee with her back to the challenger if only to put a bit of defense between Emily and her injured arm. Of course in doing so she offered the Amazing Academic her back and West wasted no time in hopping aboard to secure the same snug Sleeper her partner had used earlier.
“Steady your breathing, Veronica.” Emily advised even as she squeezed the blonde’s chin in the crook of one elbow. “Panicking now will only make this hold more effect--” The Pinstripe Powerhouse reminded everyone of the validity of that particular nickname by clambering to verticality like her opponent was nothing more than a cumbersome backpack. And where her previous stint in the Sleeper had seen her attempt a more offensive escape, this time Treymane immediately pointed herself at the Cosmic Noir corner and headed in that direction.
Emily understood the champion’s intention at once and knew simply holding on would lead to disastrous results. To that end she stopped cupping the back of Veronica’s skull, which effectively loosened the Sleeper while still keeping her right arm around the blonde’s throat. But with her left hand now free, she balled it into a fist and began pwak-pwak-pwaaaking short, sharp punches into her foe’s left shoulder and bicep! Targeting that aching limb slowed ’Ronnie’s progress considerably, to such a degree that West relinquished the Scissors and so she had better leverage to reach around and grab Treymane’s left wri--
“That doesn’t belong to you, Daisy.” the Magnificent Moll muttered as she tugged away from her opponent’s questing hands. “Try to take it again and I’ll RRRRGGGGGHHHHH!”
Emily did just that, spinning around in front of Treymane to lay claim to the wounded wing. Pulling it tight across her own chest she dropped backward and THUMPED the blonde down with a nasty Single Arm DDT that immediately segued into an even nastier Fujiwara Armbar!
FUJIWARA ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LhP2VID4xEc
“HOLD ON, VERONICA!” Lily shouted over her partner’s pained wails when Emily craaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the brutally simple hold. “YOU’RE SO CLOSE, JUST POWER YOUR WAY OVER HERE!”
Emily, who had strategically arranged the hold so that she was between the champions, offered Burlingame a skeptical look. “Please, let’s not downplay the severity of the situation, Lily. Veronica’s arm has been compromised and I’ve got the hold sunk in deep. Her situation is quite precarious and should be treated as su--”
Even someone as strong as Treymane couldn’t just brute force her way out of the Armbar, but she could roll from her tummy to her right side to alleviate the pressure and that’s exactly what she did. This shift also threw Emily into a backward somersault that put the former World Champion on her knees while still in possession of the Treymane’s arm. She tried to reestablish the Armbar at once, but ‘Ronnie powered to one knee and wrapped her right hand around the brunette’s throat! Emily’s eyes bulged, yet she wouldn’t abandon her grip on Treymane’s arm even after the Dangerous Dame rose to her full height. West was once again situated between the Tag Champs but now the position wasn’t nearly so advantageous, as she discovered when Veronica simply stormed forward and drove her bodily into the turnbuckles!
“Hold her!” Lily told her partner even as she reached over and slapped Treymane’s good shoulder to punch her ticket to the fray.
“No problem.” Veronica squeezed a little tighter, then let loose and backed off when Burlingame, who was still on the apron, hopped up and THWHACKED a high kick into the back of West’s noggin!
Emily groaned and stumbled out into open water, the woozy veteran so concerned with her aching skull that she walked right into a Bear Hug from ‘Ronnie! Al Carpenter was already urging Treymane to exit the ring, but he hadn’t started to count yet so the blonde paid him minimal attention. Instead she marched toward the corner, then turned around so her back was to the buckles. In this same instant Lily leapt over the ropes to land on the second turnbuckle.
“Better break up that double team, Carpenter!” Kylie warned from the challengers’ side of town. “Or I’ll do it myse--” Neither of them got a chance to stop Lily from vaulting off her perch in flawless front flip over the wheezing brunette. Threading her hands across Emily’s chin as she passed, the heiress came down flat on her back while Treymane dropped forward and down, Cosmic Noir combining their might to PLANT the Amazing Academic on the deck with a combination Blockbuster / Spinebuster! Now Treymane did barrel roll out of the ring, thus ensuring there was no reason for the official to delay his count when Lily pounced across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
BLOCKBUSTER SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCyjNdEcWTc
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THRNOOOO!
West jerked a shoulder off the mat to keep her team in the match for at least another three seconds. The Crimson Comet didn’t even raise questioning fingers for Carpenter, she just helped herself to a double handful of Emily’s hair and hauled her to verticality, an arrangement she occupied for about as long as it took Lily to slip an arm through her legs and muscle her up in a Fireman’s Carry.
Beaming as she turned a slow circle in the middle of the ring, Burlingame drew in a deep breath and bellowed, “BLACK HOLE!” Then she began to spin, slowly at first, then faster and faster, her pace seemingly growing in time with the ‘Wooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!’ of the FAWNatics. Ky wasn’t enjoying it nearly as much as everyone else but even she was having a better time than Emily, who kicked and wriggled and turned several unpleasant shades of green while-- Burlingame slowed to a stop and leaned to one side, allowing West to exit the ride of her own accord. West did so gratefully albeit not gracefully, the usually steady grappler stumbling around in wobbly little circles in an effort to reach Ky--THWHAP!
Groans of sympathetic anguish from all present when Lily planted on her back foot and skewered the other brunette’s tummy with a huge Back Kick. The Star Strider had expected West to crumple to all fours, so she was surprised (though not unpleasantly so) when Em landed flat on her butt instead. Always quick to improvise, Burlingame pointed a shoulder toward West, then hopped forward on her back foot and THWHACKED a Basement Super Kick offa her opponent’s forehead!
BACK KICK & BASEMENT SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-H0wKEju_w
Knocked flat by the stiff strike, West took deep breaths and tried to steady the room by focusing on the overhead lights. It seemed to be helping until Lily moved into place on her right side and took to the skies. Lifting off from the mat obviously meant less impact than if she’d started from the top rope, though in Burlingame’s case it didn’t seem to matter as much because she still had plenty of time to curl into a ball and spin through four hundred and fifty gut-churning degrees en route to THWHAMMING down on her opponent’s gulping tummy! West’s legs shuddered but didn’t kick up, so Lily helped herself to the far specimen and cradled it tight while Al counted…
STANDING 450 SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hlt9iYqD6ho
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THRNOOOO!
Emily twitched loose of the pin, not that this stopped Kylie from rushing into the ring and yanking the Roseate Rocket off her partner! “Hey! Back off, Daisy!” Veronica was through the ropes in a heartbeat and heading for Sanders even though the Platinum Pixie was backpedaling toward her corner with both hands held at shoulder level.
Lily noted this but paid it little mind, she’d already hauled Emily to a seat and dropped into place behind her. “Gotcha now, babe.” she huffed after slipping her legs around Emily’s waist for the first of many long, rib-compressing constrictions. “Mind if I slap on a Full Nelson or do you want a hand for tappNGH! NGH! NGH!” Emily gouged a trio of elbows into the younger wrestler’s right thigh, so Lily clouted her across the shoulders before pinning West’s arms overhead in a tight Full Nelson. “Last time I try to be nice.” she muttered. “Now I’ll just drive your butt through the canvas!”
Burlingame dropped to her back, pulling Emily off the mat in front of her. A pelvic thrust from the Crimson Comet shot both women up and forward and finally down, Lily DRIVING Em’s tailbone into the canvas-covered plywood, a sour look of discomfort emerging on the Black Queen’s face.
But the sibling of the most productive member of her foe’s Court wasn’t done, repeating the Keister Bounce a second and third time, West’s face twisted in significant pain by the final butt blasting.
With the three-spot delivered, Lily released her Nelson, dropping flat to the canvas without the Amazing Academic, then spun to her chest, in turn stacking Emily on her shoulders, the veteran’s bum pointed to the rafters for the…
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West spasmed sufficiently to escape the predicament, flopping to her side, the effort to claim the tag titles and a final run with championship gold still alive.
The Roseate Rocket kipped to her feet as easily as her Cherry Bomb days. Her boot soles were in contact with the canvas for a split-second as she leapt into a Dropkick to the seated West, flattening Em to the canvas with boots to the bosom, the Sensual Scholar no doubt seeing stars in the lights above.
Again, Lily was up in an instant, apparently on a mission to show Emily there was another future Hall of Famer in the family. Burlingame hustled to the ropes toward Emily’s right side and slipped through, grabbing the top strand with both hands.
Effortlessly leaping to a stance on the uppermost cable, Lily springboarded off and THWUMPED across Em’s open midriff with a Somersault Senton, West jackknifing around the ring-rattling impact. But Burlingame wasn’t done with the acrobatic display.
She rolled to her feet and scurried to the next set of ropes, popping to the middle cables while grabbing the top. From there, she soared into a backward flip, Moonsaulting across the bruised belly of the battered Queen.
SPRINGBOARD SENTON TO SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEPLqSMOhSg
Again, a demolished Em folded in a ‘V’ shape under the splashing Burlingame. This time Lily remaind atop her foe, pressing her flat and snatching a leg in a lateral press for the…
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THRNOOOO!
Not taking any chances, an entering Kylie dove into Lily, sending a Double Axhandle between the shoulderblades of the champion to break the pin on the woman who’d rehabilitated her reputation.
Lily’s back arched from the impact next to a kneeling Sanders and Al tried to intercede, instantly beseeching the Platinum Pixie to leave the ring. An arriving ‘Ronnie was less verbal in her response to Ky’s entry, snatching a wrist of Sanders and tugging Kylie to her feet. With a second yank, the diminutive blonde was across Treymane’s shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry, the former Vanilla Chill about to pay heavily for her interference.
But as the Pinstripe Powerhouse prepared to deliver, an anxious Sanders pumped elbow after elbow into the side of Veronica’s head, finally sliding down behind the Destroyer-class bruiser. The Pixie pressed her palms into Ronnie’s shoulderblades and rushed her to the ropes where she tripped Veronica going in, Treymane’s throat falling across the middle cable.
Kylie plucked the kneeling Gangster off the deck and, with a grip providing Veronica quite the wedgie and another on a shoulder, Sanders heaved Treymane between the upper and middle cables, ‘Ronnie bouncing off the apron’s edge and THWAPPPING to the thinly-padded concrete below.
As Kylie leaned against the ropes, looking down on the splayed Treymane, an unexpected arrival changed the odds considerably. Racing in from behind, Lily used her mastery of the aerial arts, grabbing the top rope as she surged to Sanders’ side and delivered her Cherry Swirl, an over-the-top-rope tiger feint kick, PLOWING her boots into Kylie’s nose and chin.
STANDARD ISSUE TIGER FEINT KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r8k6ajiYLSI
Kylie backpedaled toward her partner, Emily pushing to all fours. The Pixie collected her balance a step from tumbling over her teammate. Unfortunately for the veteran duo, the rampaging Rocket used the ropes for her launch-pad once more. Hopping to the middle cable while snatching the top, Burlingame gracefully sprang in a U-turn flight, CRASHING across Kylie’s chest in a Flying Crossbody that not only sent the blonde flat but creates a double-decker sandwich, Emily compressed to her chest beneath the other women.
The FAWNatics were roaring, privy to a run of Shea London’s legendary level. With the icons stacked below her, but West on her chest, there’s no slaps of the canvas from an otherwise amenable Carpenter. Lily rodr, bringing Kylie along with a tight grip on a wrist. Leaving the silver-bobbed grappler to wobble to her right, Burlingame hauled Emily to her feet and into a position where her challengers faced one another.
Sinking her digits into the women’s available locks, Lily drew each head back then SLAMMED them together, two of FAWN’s most famous coconuts echoing throughout the arena.
The Platinum Pixie seemed to get the worst of the collision, staggering in reverse to her corner until her back was pressed against the buckles. Emily remained upright, if drunkenly, so Lily provided a little locomotion, grabbing a wrist and Irish Whipping Em after her partner, West unable to stop from avalanche CRASHING into her legendary counterpart.
The force turned off Kylie’s legs and she plopped to a seat on the canvas, legs outstretched, back and head leaning against the buckles. With a few more of her faculties, Emily managed to turn back toward the center to try and find Burlingame. She quickly discovered a Super Kick to the chin from Lily.
The impact proved a literal head turner and Emily timbered to the deck, her forehead regrettably THUMPING into Kylie’s crotch. The Pixie’s hazel eyes rolled back as her jaw dropped, hands burying between her thighs and removing her partner’s face from her privates. Mewling in agony, she gingerly rolled under the bottom rope, remaining on the apron.
A dazed Emily, mostly unaware of her surroundings, reached for the bottom cable to help pull herself upward in the face of the onslaught. However, in seeking the rubber-coated steel, she accidentally slapped a shoulder of Sanders.
Al motioned the inadvertent touch was indeed a legal tag and when Lily arrived to claim her bounty, she snatched the Pleasant Valley Princess instead of West, dragging Kylie in to continue her blitz of the inundated icons.
The resplendent Rocket hauled Kylie to her feet, slipped an arm between the quaking legs of the blonde, and scooped her off the mat, perpendicular across her chest. Showing she had a little ‘oomph’ in addition to the ‘wow’ when it came to women near her size, Lily delivered the faltering Sanders back to the canvas with a Fallaway slam.
FALLAWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JJngipRRz8A
The Crimson Comet rose and winked at her powerhouse partner, Veronica long since having returned to her place in the Cosmic Noir corner.
“No need for a tag,” ‘Ronnie shouted, waving Lily back into action “just enjoying the show.”
Kylie’s rolled to her chest and was halfway to hands and knees when a Somersault Senton from Burlingame returned her torso to the mat, a great burst of an exhalation pushing through her Cupid’s arrow lips.
Rising to a stance above the splayed blonde, Lily stepped onto the pits of Kylie’s knees. She dipped and slapped Sanders’ sides to bring Ky’s arms within reach and snatched them at the wrists.
The Lily Show’ continued, Burlingame now showing her tactical prowess, falling to her back with the Pixie in tow and launching her foe overhead. The backbreaking, limb-stretching Romero Special had Kylie howling to the heavens, the crowd again giving Lily a well-deserved ovation as she brought the notoriously tenacious Hawkeye to tears from the agony, Al staring into the pain-wracked face of the Pixie and asking Kylie if she wanted to surrender.
ROMERO SPECIAL @ 00:45
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L12IRhmHPYE&list=PL830D6E4E2CF67B63
Sanders shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ and yelped a defiant “NEVER!” despite the joint-straining anguish in her shoulders and knees, not to mention the hellish arc of her back. This tenacity earned her some especially rough treatment from the heiress, Lily jerking down on her handholds while simultaneously jouncing her legs to put even more strain on the veteran’s knees. “Give up!” Burlingame ordered after another ten or fifteen seconds ticked off the clock. “You’re not going anywhere, Kylie! It’s over!”
“The hell it is!” Sanders countered at once. “I’ll pass out before I give you the satisfac--”
The Star Strider rocked her hips and rolled forward to set the Iowan down on her knees while Lily ended up set on her pert behind. The arrangement was still quite painful for the challenger, alas it got even worse when Burlingame relinquished one of those Wristlocks so she could lean forward and hook an arm across Sanders’ throat which allowed her to secure the Dragon Sleeper.
ROMERO DRAGON SLEEPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jg1PUv1jiQA
“AAAARRRRGGAAAAHHHH!” Sanders bellowed in undisguised anguish as Burlingame bent her into a gawdawful ‘C’ shape with the hold Sydney Deschain once dubbed the Whispering Scream. The result among those in attendance was as immediate as it was emphatic as it was split. The Star Gazers offered up a rousing ‘TAP!’ chant while the born-again Corps were just as quick to offer a ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ to their struggling heroine.
And make no mistake about it, Kylie needed all the help she could get. With her head, right arm and both legs thoroughly under the champion’s control, she could only waggle a finger and groan refusals when Al inquired about surrender.
Over in their respective corners, Emily and Veronica urged their partners to different results and much as she hated to admit it, West knew that Ky was working on borrowed time. To make matters worse, Treymane was watching the action with a close eye that precluded any overt assistance on the brunette’s part. Unless… Emily set a foot on the bottom rope and climbed into a crouch on the top turnbuckle, a bit of clambering movement that couldn’t fail to get the Pinstripe Powerhouse’s attention.
“Hey!” she called from Noir’s side of town. “Get down from there, Emily!”
West favored her with an irritated expression that turned to one of surprised concern as she honed in on something over Veronica’s left shoulder. The big blonde turned to look which was precisely when Emily hopped into the ring and rushed Lily with a Basement Dropkick that landed between her shoulders with a loud THWHACK!
Lily cried out and broke the hold which allowed Sanders to topple forward in a facedown sprawl. Cursing the ruse, Veronica slipped through the strands and went straight for West, who was already on her feet and making for the challenger’s corner. Carpenter saw her coming and moved to interject only to find himself juked by to the stone age by the scary nimble Destroyer! Eyes going wide as her striped defenses proved ineffective, Emily tried to throw herself out of the way and her luck was even worse than Al’s, which was to say the Dangerous Dame slammed a shoulder into the pit of her stomach and sent the both of ‘em hurtling through the ropes to the floor below!
Dimly aware of the Spear-related ‘Ooooooohhhhhhhs!’ from the crowd, Lily got to her feet, saw Kylie on all fours and THUMPED a Mushroom Stomp into the center of her back. The Pleasant Valley Princess hit the deck but didn’t stay there long because Burlingame hooked her by the shoulder-straps and hauled her to verti--more roars from those assembled, specifically the Kylie Corps when their ever tenacious leader abruptly slipped an arm between Lily’s legs and boosted her up onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry!
Throwing an arm over the nape of Burlingame’s neck even as she started to whip around in a circle, Sanders drew in a deep breath and called out, “P-V-DRRRGGGHHHHH!”
Surprised as hell but hardly helpless, Burlingame pounded one elbow against the side of Kylie’s skull over and over again. Her aim was to escape the Fireman’s Carry and preferably return to the canvas in the process, instead the woozy challenger stumbled into the ropes where Lily found herself dumped to the apron a little ways above the tangled forms of Emily and Veronica. Hooking onto the top rope with one white-knuckled hand, the Crimson Comet blocked a Haymaker from Kylie only to have her response swatted aside. In the same instant, Sanders snatched a double handful of hair and drove a swift Headbutt into the bridge of the brunette’s nose!
Burlingame rocked in place without losing her footing, so Ky tagged her with a follow-up slap, then spun around on one heel and raced to the ropes on the far side of the ring. Returning with a speed that Lily would’ve appreciated were she not on the receiving end thereof, the Pleasant Valley Princess hit the afterburners before she hunched down low and hurled herself through the top and middle ropes with a gut-churning Spear of her NOOOO! Lily hopped up, landed on the second strand and hopped again to ensure she was well out of the way when Sanders shot out into the void and bowled over West and Treymane mere heartbeats after they’d returned to boot-leather.
Such an exhibition of human demolition derby never failed to raise a cheer from the FAWNatics and they grew all the louder when the Star Strider hurried to the nearest corner and sprang to a perch in the high rent district. Fingers waggling to urge even more noise from those assembled, Lily rose to her full height and simply looked over the three other wrestlers as they began to stir. Kylie was first, the Iowan making it to her hands and knees before she pushed ‘Ronnie out of the way to better assist her partner. As for the Magnificent Moll, she found herself slightly behind the challengers, a bit of information that didn’t mean much until she happened to glance toward the ring and spotted Burlingame lurking.
Not a word was spoken yet Cosmic Noir knew exactly what to do, as evidenced by how quickly Treymane snatched each of her opponents by the nape of the neck. Bringing her hands together did the same for the challenger’s noggins, though the resultant Headbutt lacked the impact of Lily’s previous effort. Didn’t matter though, Veronica still had enough left in her tanks to haul the stunned Lightweights up alongside as soon as she’d regained her own footing. “LET ‘EM HAVE IT, LILY!” Treymane shouted to the Maroon Meteor even as Burlingame prepared for lift-off “THESE DAISIES ARE READY TO OOOOFFFFHHH!”
Emily and Kylie each drove an elbow into Veronica’s tummy, then stamped on her toes and grabbed hold of a wrist just as Lily took to the skies. A pair of identical giant steps turned what had been a cluster of three into a single target, the only one Burlingame didn’t actually want to hit. Alas it was much too late for her to do anything about it and the tag champs could only brace for impact as Cosmic took out Noir with a massive Diving Crossbody!
“Burlingame’s legal, right?” Kylie huffed to an equally shopworn Emily.
“I believe so, yes.”
“Then let’s make sure the Godmother here isn’t a factor, what do you say?”
“I say we get our femme fatale on.”
Working as one, the galvanized veterans peeled ‘Ronnie off the floor, then doubled her over with stereo Toe Kicks. A tandem Front Facelock followed, as did the neutralizing of blonde arms, but when it came time to hook the champ’s waistband, Sanders and West each settled on a sharp wedgie that made a good four-fifth’s of Treymane’s briefs disappear! With the Destroyer at their disposal, Ky & Em hoisted her all the way to high noon, then tromped forward several steps and slung Veronica back the way she’d came to deposit atop the guardrail with an agonizing THAWHUMP!
The challengers exchanged double high fives as Treymane got folded up like a suitcase, the former World Champion able to do nothing more than groan piteously. “Now it’s your turn, firecracker.” Kylie told Lily in the midst of snatching hold of the brunette’s waistband. “First, you and ‘Ronnie need to match!” A handful of togs and tresses got Burlingame up and a sharp yank on the former ensured she and the Dangerous Dame were both feeling quite a bit cheekier than usual.
Cheers from the Corps as Sanders slung Burlingame under the bottom rope and slid in on her heels, there was a title change coming, they could just feel it! Kylie did too, especially after she plucked Lily off the canvas and muscled her across her shoulders like she was nothing more than a bag of leaves. Three full spins now, the Hawkeye Heroine getting a little revenge for the Airplane Spin en route to driving her foe through the heart of Pleasant Vall--Sanders eyes went wide as she saw a figure storming down the aisle behind Emily. “EM, WATCH--”
‘Out’ didn’t leave her lips before the interloper smashed a folding chair across West’s back with a cringe-inducing BWAAANG! The Black Queen cried out and crumpled to all fours, her expression of befuddled suffering a stark contrast to the beatific smile stretched across the lips of one Avery Christian.
AVERY CHRISTIAN:
“What’re you looking at me for, grandma?” the Baby Boss sneered to a wide-eyed, apoplectic Kylie Sanders. “You’ve got your own prob--”BWAAANG!
A second chair smashed home across the blonde’s lower back, the unexpected blunt force trauma more than enough to unhinge Sanders’ knees and drop she and Lily to the mat in a gob-smacked heap. Focused on Al Carpenter rather than the two women she’d just waylaid, Kat Braddock smacked the seat of the chair with one hand and sneered, “Go ahead and ring the bell, idiot. It’s not going to stop what happens next!”
KAT ‘THE BRAT’ BRADDOCK:
Idiot or no, Al did indeed call for the bell, the tolling struggling to reach over the decibels created by the jeering FAWNatics. The Announcer interpreted Carpenter’s hand signals correctly and brought a microphone up to confirm the decision.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via disqualification are Kylie Sanders and Emily West!”
Before the crowd could decide whether they wanted to cheer, Kat hoisted her folding furniture. Kylie and Lily were each to hands and knees and the curvy blonde played a tune on each, BWANGING the steel across Burlingame’s spine, flattening her chest-first to the canvas. As she did, Sanders reached a stooped vertical only to have the upper rim of the chair DRILLED into her ivory midriff. Kylie doubled over, hazel eyes popping, jaw dropping wide.
“You think you were going to have the last word between us, granny?” Kat asked rhetorically.
Braddock swung her weapon like a double-barreled racket this time, THWACKING it across Kylie’s vertebrae. The Platinum Pixie arched in agony, dropping to her knees.
“Do you know how much Ave’s mom values you?” The Brat whispered to the grimacing Sanders. “Enough she told us we need to take you out before we get a title shot.”
Kat dropped the dimpled seatpan of her favorite furniture in front of the Pleasant Valley Princess and captured Kylie’s braincase in a Front Facelock.
“Not even sure this is what she meant. Either way. It’s a shytload of fun.”
Braddock laid out and delivered Kylie’s forehead to the metal with a sickening CLANG courtesy a DDT. The insensate Pixie absently flopped to her back, out cold.
On the outside, the crotch shot the challengers laid on Veronica, legs on either side of the steel barricade, left Avery with only one reasonable target. Christian tugged a half-broken Emily to her feet, yanking West’s head between her thighs. Instead of wrapping her arms in a hug of the Black Queen’s waist, the fireplug brunette shoveled both open hands between the thighs of the veteran.
With power that came from her considerable curves, the short-of-stature Baby Boss flipped the faltering Em up her frame, West taking a temporary seat on Avery’s shoulders. Christian then POWERBOMBED Emily into the apron’s edge, doing untold damage to the spinal column of the Sensual Scholar.
A beaming Avery glanced up from the pitiful wreckage of the Amazing Academic to the combat zone Kat now claimed.
With Sanders snoozing, Braddock plucked Lily off the deck.
“You’re going to owe me, sweetheart. But I’ll get you in due time.”
The Brat tugged Burlingame into a Front Facelock, sweeping a limp arm of the Crimson Comet over her shoulders. The blonde popped the bottom half of a folded Lily into her lap, hooking an arm behind the Rocket’s outside knee.
And Kat laid out, SPIKING the crown of Lily’s skull into the deck with her Kat Nap.
KAT NAP:
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The champion flopped over into a wide starfish, unconscious, Burlingame and Sanders comatose bookends on either side of a rising Braddock. Avery joined her teammate, swallowing The Brat in a giddy embrace.
Together, they turned to the torrent of boos, each giving the crowd a one-arm salute as they beamed from ear to ear.
“Now that’s how to make a statement even your Mom can’t ignore,” Kat said with a chuckle, shoulder to shoulder with her curvy boo.