Post by hawkeye on Feb 6, 2022 21:55:59 GMT
Timing his request to a suitable lull in the crowd noise, the Announcer cleared his throat and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring at this time, the Killer Imp CHRISSY DANIEL!” Never known for doing as they’re told, the FAWNatics ‘welcomed’ the former World Champion through the curtain with raucous jeers that swiftly sharpened into a ‘Chrissy sucks!’ chant. Not that their defiance was any match for Van Halen’s ‘Beautiful Girls’, especially not when it was blasted through the arena’s sound system.
BEAUTIFUL GIRLS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ
A cannonade of pyro exploded from the rafters in time with the thunderous drum roll, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light. When the glare subsides Chrissy Daniel stood atop the ramp. Hands on her hips, she turned her head to scan the crowd, the corners of her mouth upturned in a smugly mischievous smile. Conspicuous by their absence were her pair of protégés, Avery and Kat apparently hanging back while their mentor tended to some business in front of the Orlando feebs.
CHRISSY DANIEL:
Raising her hands overhead, Chrissy made as if to wave at the throng before turning it into a set of double birds. Delighted by the resulting jeers, she took a moment to fluff her hair before starting down the aisle in a hip-swiveling lockstep. Whatever the reason for this unscheduled appearance, it at least had the potential for violence as the Beach Cat was dressed for battle in a shiny leather two-piece, somewhere between silver and black. Matte black pads and boots finished the wardrobe.
Up the steps in a single bound, Chrissy dipped through the ropes and stormed the center of the ring while simultaneously snatching the Announcer’s microphone. “It occurs to me,” Daniel didn’t bother to wait for her music or the crowd to die down, she simply started speaking, “that while my Quakes have been causing plenty of respectable rumble and crunch, they haven’t quite reached the level of the Richter Scale that’ll devastate their opposition and leave title after title after title strewn at their doorstep. Soooooooo in the interest of leading by example, I’ve decided to come out here and show them, as well as you disgusting Orlando trash, what it means to truly shake things up. Having trouble understanding? It’s not your fault, you’re from Florida.” Boos had been pouring toward the ring, now they bore down on it in an almost solid wall. “It’s what you call an open challenge, putzes. See, I come out here ready to fight, then I turn my attention toward the stage and say something like, ‘any bytch back there that wants to make a name for herself, strut through the curtain and bring your happy ass down here.’ Not that any of you are actually WORTH my time, but it’ll be a nice learning experience for the Quakes and a painful reminder that I’m the best this place has ever--”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGEZpSQEhls
Startled by the unexpected sound of an anthem they hadn’t heard in over a year, it took the FAWNatics a full five seconds to break into a cacophonous roar that steadied into ‘WELCOME BACK!’ as soon as the woman in question made her way through the curtain.
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
As startled by her arrival as the crowd, the Announcer used the initial crush of noise to cycle through his rolodex of stats while also coming up with a nickname that’d earn him a sweet little merchandise check when that department started printing up tee-shirts less than a week later. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Stovington Vermont, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds! She is the Rainmaker, the Ace of the Black Court and One Bad Mother, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back to the FAWN Arena…SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
Already smiling at the reception, Sue stretched her arms wide and threw back her head to call down a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro! Once it faded away Burlingame produced a microphone from behind her back and asked the crowd, “Hello Orlando. What’ve you been up to recently? Been keeping busy?” The question earned nothing but happy noise, so Sue nodded and went on. “Yeah, I’ve been busy too. I renovated the kitchen, I started a line of athleisure wear, which looks great by the way… I had a baby.”
Even more cheers, which Sue let spin out for several seconds before she went on. “Unfortunately the one thing I HAVEN’T been able to do is walk down this ramp, hop in that ring and whoop the ass of some mouthy little slob. Luckily for all of us, ‘cept maybe Chrissy, that ends tonight.”
Back in the ring, Chrissy stormed to the ropes and replied, “That what you think, putz? I’ve got a safer idea. Turn your ass around, try to slip it into some mom jeans, then tuck your rugrat into the minivan and drive on back to your McMansion so the little turd doesn’t have to witness mommy’s latest ass beating.”
Sue’s smile went bright and hard. “See that right there, Chrissy? That’s exactly why I’m gonna walk down there and stretch you all over that canvas. And as you can see I’m not wearing any jeans, mom or otherwise, at the moment. But if you keep mouthing off… you’ll wish I was.”
“Enough talk then, rich bytch.” Daniel snarled. “Bring that saggy ass down here so I can kick it up between your shoulders.”
“Careful what you wish for, butterball.”
Done talking (for now at least) Sue tossed the mic to a tech and started down the ramp at a good clip. For her first match under the bright lights in more than a year she’d chosen her classic dark blue two-piece with mellow golden trim probably had something to do with it as well. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look. Usually one to avoid the reaching hands of foe and detractor alike, tonight Sue went full babyface with her arms outstretched to press the flesh with folks on both sides of the aisle. This extended to those in the front row at ringside, the former three time World Champion making a circuit that let her slap hands, autograph a few signs and even snap a selfie or two. Once that was done, she turned her attention to the squared circle and started up the steel steps before vaulting over the top rope in a single graceful motion.
Greeted by referee Craig Long (who’d raced to the ring during the initial chaos of Burlingame’s return) Sue bumped knuckles with the zebra, then slipped around him to strike a pose in the center of the ring. Placing one foot out in front, she swept it across the canvas and bade Chrissy cross the line but the Killer Imp dismissed her with one waved hand. Burlingame snorted, wheeled around and made sure to plant a swat on her own glutes as she headed back to her corner for final instructions.
Still abuzz over the return of the Rainmaker to answer the challenge of another multi-time world champ, the FAWNatics grew that much louder when Sue and Chrissy stormed out of their corners with the CLANG of the opening bell. Anyone expecting a bit of early posturing or trash talk amongst the veterans were quite likely surprised (though certainly not disappointed) when Burlingame and Daniel flew at one another like they were magnetized, blonde and brunette meeting in a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up which was really just a pretty way of saying they shoved the hell outta one another.
Sue’s height advantage allowed her to bull Chrissy back several steps after the clinch, but they were still a good way from the ropes when the Killer Imp set one foot like a kickstand and brought their progress to a halt. The heiress grunted and redoubled her efforts only for Daniel to shake her head ‘no’ and start them stomping in the other direction. “Not strong enough, putz.” Chrissy smirked as she retook all the ground Burlingame claimed moments prior. “You’ve never been strong enouHRRRHHH!”
This rather questionable proclamation ended in a grunt when Susan slipped out of the Imp’s clutches, wrapped an arm around the back of her neck and pulled the startled grappler down into a Side Headlock. Hands clasped tight, Burlingame made a point to grrrrrrriiiiiiiid Chrissy’s temple against her right hip, a not so subtle reminder that the Ace could apply the simplest of holds and transform it into a punishing, painful ordeal.
“Not strong enough, huh?” Sue chided as she tried to crush the blonde’s noggin in a triangle comprising her hip, bicep and forearm. “Is that why you’re already snuffling like a little pigNGH! NGH! NGH! Eeeerrrrrhhhhhh… oh bytch, is that how you want to play?”
Daniel’d answered the Headlock by driving a few punches into her opponent’s lower back, but it was the gaudy, cheek-peeking wedgie she’d visited on Sue’s briefs that really earned the brunette’s ire. Not that Chrissy Daniel gave a damn mind you, indeed she sounded quite satisfied as she sawed the material back ‘n forth and replied, “The way that ends with these tiny little tights stuffed in your mouth? Yeah baby, that’s exactly how I want to plaRRRRRHHH! Hair, dammit!”
Burlingame couldn’t snatch a counter-wedgie without seriously weakening the Headlock, so she indulged in a handful of long blonde hair and pulled hard enough to make Chrissy stamp her feet in pain!
“All right Sue, let’s get off of her hair, you know better than that.” Craig Long chided as he moved in to check on his charges.
Sue smiled prettily and actually did release the hold only to twine a hank of Daniel’s hair around her index and middle fingers for another painfully prolonged pull. “C’mon Craig, I haven’t heard your voice in more than a year and you’re really going to deny me a count? Just give a girl what she wants, why don’t--” Burlingame’s expression grew far more grave when Chrissy abandoned her wedgie in stuffing that hand between the brunette’s thighs. Not about to let the Beach Cat tear into her crotch this early (or ever, really) Susan squirmed away from the encroaching claw, though in doing so she shifted her position to the point that the blonde was able to much more easily guide / bull her into the ropes.
“Get your scrawny ass offa me.” the blonde demanded as soon as she’d hooked a foot over the bottom rope. “Swear to god, Burlingame, get the f*ck off me or I’ll OOOOWWWWW GODDAMMIT!”
Sue grabbed as much hair as she could and pulled hard as she could, a stern reminder that the Bankable Bombshell could and would fight as mean as the meanest woman on the roster. Of course Chrissy Daniel had been the meanest woman on the roster since FAWN opened its doors, so it came as no real surprise when she grabbed onto Burlingame’s undercarriage and squeezed ‘til her knuckles showed white!
“BYTCH!” Sue roared in pain and went up on tiptoe though she made no effort to call for a break or relinquish her own hold. Rather she relaxed the grip on Chrissy’s hair ever so slightly, then pulled even harder and was rewarded by a loud squeal from the Killer Imp when a lock of blonde hair came free!
“F*cking slut!” Daniel raged, her own claw temporarily loosened by the shock in her scalp. “I’m gonna feed you your own f*cking haRRGH! RGH! RRRRHHH!”
Burlingame stamped on her opponent’s toes once, twice, three times before cruelly grinding the heel of her boot atop the vulnerable digits. Concern for her feet caused Chrissy to abandon the Crotch Claw in favor of few rough punches to the brunette’s stomach and it probably would’ve been more than that if Susan hadn’t interrupted with a quick Kneelift to the tummy. Switching from the hair-hold over to a Three Quarters Facelock just as Craig was getting insistent about their being in the ropes, Burlingame pivoted in place and dropped to one knee to somersault Daniel onto her butt courtesy a simple Snapmare.
A painful jolt to the tailbone certainly, yet not one that would’ve kept a former World Champion on the canvas for more than a couple heartbeats if Sue hadn’t planted on her left foot and THWHACKED a stiff kick across the nape of Chrissy’s neck! Daniel threw her head back on impact, meaning her throat was exposed when Burlingame shot in from behind and looped her left arm around the other veteran’s neck. Planted on her left knee with her right leg stretched out at a sharp angle, Susan wrenched and cranked on her grip, the Rainmaker constantly adjusting her position to put more pressure on the Headlock.
BANKABLE HEADLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=22dHyZP-xzw
“Goddamned brat!” Chrissy alternately clawed at Burlingame’s bicep or reached for her hair, though neither tactic freed her from the grinding strain. “Gonna rip you to pieces when I get outta GGRRRRHHHHHH!”
Sue pivoted from one knee to her back which in turn rolled Chrissy onto her right side and allowed the heiress to put even more strain on her neck. “Oh, you’re gonna get out of here sometime soon?” Burlingame’s tone was that of a woman window shopping, another reason for Chrissy to hate her guts. “Would you care to tell me when that’s going to be? Maybe I can submit you before--” Sue shut up as the Beach Cat clambered to one knee despite the constant grind from the Headlock.
Left hand upraised to waggle ‘no!’ in case that idiot Long had a stupid question, Daniel crooked her right arm into a ‘V’ and stabbed that bony dagger against Burlingame’s tawny flanks no less than half a dozen times. She was well on her way to the full dozen when Susan twisted her hips and laid out on her back to pull Chrissy down alongside, the brawny blonde landing with dull THUMP!
With the wrestlers now stretched out in an almost straight line, the Bankable Bombshell planted her feet and bridged up while simultaneously pulling back as hard as she could! “C’mon you pussy!” she taunted the flushed, fuming blonde. “You came out here talkin’ all that shit about making a statement, but the only thing you’re saying now is ‘I can’t break a f*cking Headlock, Sus--’ERRRRRHHHHHH!”
Chrissy couldn’t break Burlingame’s grip in their current arrangement so she wedged her left hand beneath the brunette’s right bicep and clamped down on her right breast! “I don’t need to break it, rich girl.” Daniel growled as she worked the heiress’ orb like a stress ball. “You’re going to break it for me so I don’t HHRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Burlingame yoked up on the Headlock once more, a brutally simple effort to strangle Chrissy with her bicep. “I’ll break it once you’ve tapped that mat, shyt-bag.” Sue huffed. “Until then you can just sit there and wriggle like the dumpy little GNNNNNHHHH!”
The Killer Imp reached up with her right hand, braced it against Burlingame’s chin and pushed her head backward at a painfully awkward angle. This tactic didn’t do much to alleviate the blonde’s suffering however it positioned Sue in such a way that Chrissy was able to drive several awkward Kneelifts into her attacker’s sculpted shoulders. The last of these struck the nape of the heiress’ neck and allowed Daniel to struggle into an awkward seat while simultaneously forcing The Ace to stretch almost parallel to the canvas. Sue herself knew this was far from an ideal arrangement and she tried to surge upright but Chrissy’s chin-push slowed her just enough for the shorter woman to ‘smeck’ her legs around the brunette’s throat in a snug Headscissors.
“Oh yeah, got you now, putz!” Daniel sneered as she rolled onto her left side and slapped her right hand down on that thigh to add a bit more pressure to the hold. Ankles crossed, she stretched her abbreviated stems full length and punished Burlingame with several sharp constrictions, each of which made Sue beat her heels against the mat. “Lemme look at that pretty face, rich girl.” Chrissy brushed hair off the brunette’s brow for the sole purpose of draaaaaaaaaaaagging her nails across the exposed skin. “Already looking a little out of breath, babe. You thinking about submitting to little ol’ me?”
Sue’s rather spirited wriggling suggested surrender was far from her mind, yet this didn’t stop Daniel from motioning Craig Long over to check. “Ask her.” she chided. “Don’t wanna squeeze her f*cking head off if I don’t have to, right?”
“Luhhh…like you could.” Burlingame was slowly but steadily pivoting her legs toward the closest set of strands, though she still had a ways to go between her and freedom. “I’ve never submitted to a block of cottage cheese and I don’t plan to start OOOOWWWWWWWW BYTCH!”
Chrissy snatched a handful of hair and repaid Burlingame’s earlier efforts with eye-watering interest, the Beach Cat just yanking a fistful of dark locks until Long reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. “Fine, fine!” Daniel let loose and raised that hand to show it was (mostly) free of Sue’s hair. “I guess if the rich bytch didn’t like having her hair pulled, she’s really not gonna like this…” Chrissy reached down, took the other wrestler’s right ear between thumb and forefinger and twisted like she meant to pull it clean off! “…or this.” Releasing Sue’s ear, she hooked her index and middle fingers into the former World Champion’s nostrils and yanked hard enough to earn a high, nasal squeal!
“Knock it off, Chrissy.” Craig ordered over the jeers of the FAWNatics. “You know you can’t just tear at her face like that!”
“I can until you count to four, dingus.” The official obliged her so Chrissy released her grip only to immediately fill it with Burlingame’s bounty. “How the f*ck did you ever rise above the midcard?” Daniel scoffed as she squeezed, raked and pinched her foe’s breasts one after the other. “This is a gatekeeper’s rack if I’ve ever seen o--”
“BREAK!” Sue barked as she finally succeeded in draping an ankle over the bottom rope. “Get the f*ck offa me you sawed-off piece of NNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Killer Imp curled her claw into a fist and brought it down on the center of Sue’s trunks! Sneering in Craig’s face as he complained about the brazen foul, Daniel relinquished the Headscissors just to grab a huge handful of Burlingame’s hair so she could haul her to her knees. “You want the ropes, babe? You want the ropes? Here ya go, have all you want!” On that note she put Susan’s throat to the middle strand and pressed forward with all of her weight to throttle her adversary against the rubber-coated steel!
ROPE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7AFzmZOSHAw
Susan rasped and squirmed, clawed and swatted at Chrissy’s left thigh, alas her position was so poor that she didn’t get to draw a full breath until the blonde let go following an increasingly stern count from the referee. “What the hell are you protecting her for?” Chrissy snapped at Craig following his latest round of obnoxious interference. “Bytch is a former World Champion! I know she doesn’t LOOK like one, but she’s tough enough to hang in there until I break a sweat!”
“Just get her off the ropes, Chrissy!” Long groused. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
“Oh yeah, I’d hate to deal with that.” Daniel scoffed as she grabbed Burlingame by the shoulder-straps. “I’ve just beaten the biggest and baddest this place has to offer for almost twenty years, but I tremble at the thought of hearing another warning. Wait, what the f*ck am I saying? I LOVE hearing you putz’s try to tell me what to do!”
Still holding Sue’s hair, the Beach Cat forced her upper body beneath the middle strand, then shifted her mitts to the brunette’s biceps so she could drape her arms over the middle rope. Rasping nastily after suffering Daniel’s stranglehold, Burlingame cleared her throat and grunted, “Cheap bytch, back the f*ck off so I can breathe something fresher than your body-sprUUUNNNGGGHH!”
Feet flanking her opponent’s hips, Chrissy went up on tiptoe just to drop a heavy Butt Bomb into the small of Sue’s back! The Bankable Bombshell shuddered on impact, just not enough to free her arms from the ropes. This must’ve been exactly what Daniel had intended as she immediately threaded her legs around Sue’s waist for a crushing Bodyscissors. In the same instant she cupped her hands over the Burlingame’s chin and cranked back while thrusting her hips forward in a sort of Scissored Camel Clutch that could’ve ended the match in short order if not for the damnable persistence of Craig Long. Dropped to one knee beside the action, he didn’t even bother with a warning this time, instead shouting out, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Chrissy snarled, let loose and scrambled off her perch so she could flip the zebra a double bird. “God, you’re such a f*cking buzz-kill. Fine, you want this shyt-show out of the ropes? I’ll just humiliate her in the middle of the ring!” In no mood to waste time delivering on this promise, Daniel batted Sue’s arms off the second rope, then grabbed the heiress’ left wrist and dragged her away to a retching, weak-kneed verticality. “Sorry putz, zebra says your pansy ass can’t hide out in the ropes anymore.”
This raised no response from Burlingame (not that Chrissy would’ve listened) so the Beach Cat dragged her toward the center, then bent her knees in a deep crouch and slung her burden toward the far side with an Irish WhNO! Rather than shoot Sue into the ropes she reeled her back in and stretched both arms into a wide ‘C’ all the better to glom onto the Ace before taking her up, over and DOWN with a ring-shivering Power Slam! Sprawled heavily across Burlingame’s chest in the aftermath, Daniel cradled the brunette’s far leg a little tighter and nodded in time with Long’s count of…
POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gb5oW_lBNpU
ONE…
TWO…
Susannah kicked loose a whisper after ‘TWO!’ much to the delight of everyone who wasn’t Chrissy Daniel. “Oh, I see!” she spat at Craig. “Count fast when she’s sobbing in the ropes, count slow when I’m pinning her overrated ass!”
“Don’t pull that crap on me, Chrissy.” Long snapped. “She got a shoulder up right after ‘two’, you couldn’t even call that a near fall.”
“You’re right, I call it you screwing me over. But fine, you want to see this putz suffer some more? Ask and ye shall receive, jerk-off.” Swinging around from Burlingame’s flank to her feet, Chrissy looped her arms around the brunette’s calves then stood up and rolled Sue onto her stomach to settle down in a deep Boston Crab. “I wouldn’t look at the ref if I were you, rich girl!” Daniel chortled as she settled down into a crouch that left her butt mere inches above the small of Sue’s back. “Something tells me he gets off watching you--”
BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xHycBptLn4s
“Inappropriate!” Craig interrupted. “And completely untr-”
“Rrrrrrggghhh…don’t feed the troll, Long.” Burlingame grunted as she pushed onto her elbows. “That’s what my boots are forRRRGGGGGHH!”
Chrissy went up on tiptoe then dropped down even farther, all the better to slam her glutes against the heiress’ aching spine. “Watch your mouth, f*cker.” the blonde growled. “Unless you want me to plant your heels by your ears. And hey, that reminds me. Your bytch-ass ready to tap out?” Rather than wait for an answer she set her heels and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back that much farther.
Teeth clenched against the compounding anguish of the Boston Crab, Sue waggled a finger ‘no’ to keep the ref from repeating Chrissy’s stupid question. Once that was settled she shifted from her elbows to her hands and pushed up far enough to raise her chest and tummy off the canvas by a couple inches. Doing so only increased the pressure on her lower back, yet Burlingame offered no complaint as it allowed her to clamber and claw her way toward the ropes.
“Ooooohhhh, I LOVE making rich girls crawl!” the Beach Cat taunted her squirming adversary. “Tell ya what, quote a figure that doesn’t insult my intelligence and maybe I won’t drag your sorry ass right back to the middle of the DAMMIT!”
Sue made a final lunge and grabbed the bottom rope with both hands! “You like numbers, Chrissy?” she spat. “How about, four? As in, that’s how many seconds you’ve got before I--NO! LET ME GO BYTCH, I’M IN THE ROPES!”
This was indeed true, alas Chrissy didn’t seem inclined to honor the break as evidenced by the way she stood up and carried out her threat to march back to the middle of the squared circle! “You WERE in the ropes, putz.” Daniel sneered as she glanced around in search of the perfect spot to finish her prey. “Now you’re headed for a back bra--”
Sue pushed up as high as she could, tucked her chin against her chest and swung / skidded through the blonde’s legs to escape the Boston Crab. “Suck on these, asshole.” the heiress called over the roar of the crowd when she raised a pair of middle fingers for the Killer Imp. “Better yet, go ahead and suck my--”
Daniel rocked onto her heels, then laid out full length to peel Burlingame off the mat and send her hurtling toward the corner with a perfect Slingsh-- Sue transformed the headlong sprawl into an awkward leap that set her down on the second rope! “Nice try, butterball!” the Rainmaker shouted over her shoulder to Chrissy even as she stretched her arms wide to accept the adulation of the FAWNatics. “Tell me, how did a Tonka truck like you ever contend against London in her--”
Already disgusted by the brunette’s acrobatic escape, an enraged Chrissy charged the corner with every intention of cutting Sue off at the knees but the Ace must’ve sensed it coming because she hopped up and drilled the sole of one boot into her opponent’s jaw! The headshot stopped Daniel in her tracks without causing her to backpedal more than a step or two, so Susan hooked the top rope in both hands, then leapt up and hooked her shins around the other veteran’s head. In the next instant she pulled forward while simultaneously drawing her knees up to her chest to BWUNG Chrissy’s face into the second turnbuckle!
HEADSCISSORS DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i0aKetxn09M
Landing neatly beside the now penitent battler, Sue lashed out with a kick not to Daniel’s skull but the underside of the middle rope. This deft little move jolted the turnbuckle into Chrissy’s mug hard enough to get the blonde back on her feet, though she was far more preoccupied with her throbbing skull than anything like offense. Not so for Sue Burlingame, who wasted no time pinning Chrissy’s arms overhead in a snug Full Nelson. Dropping into a deep crouch even as she forced Daniel’s chin into the top of her own cleavage, the Bankable Bombshell snapped off a flawless bridge that PLANTED Chrissy on the back of her head and shoulders as the latest victim of Sue’s Dragon Suplex. With the Beach Cat folded in half by the crushing maneuver, Craig swooped into place beside the action and counted out…
DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBDwX96fa10
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Daniel bucked loose of the Nelson to tumble onto her stomach with about half a second to spare. She’d just managed to swaddle her noggin in both arms when Burlingame brushed those protective measures aside and plunged her hands into the blonde’s long hair. “You’re not gonna whine to Craig about this, are you?” the heiress jostled her foe’s head back and forth in case there was any question about what ‘this’ entailed. “That’d be pretty a pretty shytty thing to do, especially after you ripped me out of the ropes, but then you always were pretty shytty, Shrimp.”
“Fuuuuuhhh…f*cking punk.” Daniel hissed as she was hauled to boot-leather in about half a dozen eye watering yanks. “You’re gonna put some respect on my name, even if I have to put you in the hospitNUUFFHH!”
Sue used the hair-hold to reel Chrissy into a Kneelift to the gut which transitioned smoothly into a Front Facelock. “I respectfully disagree.” Sue replied in a tone so sarcastic it was almost caustic. “But since you’re not gonna quit trying…” Burlingame slung the fearsome fireplug’s near arm across her shoulders, then grabbed a handful of Chrissy’s silver trunks and muscled her directly overhead--THWHONK! Sue kicked both legs forward and dropped almost straight down to spike the crown of the Beach Cat’s skull into the mat with a vicious Brainbuster!
BRAINBUSTER @ 00:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_7XQdPBYCE
Residual momentum sat Daniel up immediately thereafter, though no one was at all surprised when Burlingame palmed both shoulders and stretched her out flat on the mat. The lack of a subsequent cover proved a bit more surprising, however Sue’s reasoning grew crystal clear once she bounced to her feet and sprinted into the ropes. Leaping onto the middle strand in a single effortless bound, the Ace launched herself out into the void and twisted ’round during her ascent to ensure she could THAWHAM the full weight of her right leg down across Chrissy’s vulnerable throat. Sue Burlingame had no love for a certain Manchester legend, yet sharp-eyed fans were fairly certain she mouthed ‘Sensational’ once she’d spun into a Crossbody and cinched Daniel’s far leg for the…
BANKABLE LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f7KUAjHurbI
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Disappointment but no real surprise from those assembled when the preternaturally durable blonde twitched a shoulder off the mat at the last possible second. Set on her knees beside the glassy-eyed Imp, Susannah took a few moments to catch her breath, smooth down her hair and generally freshen up while Chrissy tried to clear her head of the Brainbuster / Leg Drop induced fog. She’d started to come around when the brunette snagged her by the hair and hauled her to a seat. Switching over to a Chinlock so the zebra couldn’t complain, Sue dropped to her tush and deftly threaded her legs around Daniel’s head so that her left calf was snug against the other wrestler’s throat. Hands braced against the deck, Burlingame tucked her left shin into the pit of her right knee and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed Chrissy’s noggin like she meant to pop it the hell off!
Gurgling to life as oxygen became a scarce commodity, the brawny blonde kicked her heels against the mat, then started to slap and claw at her tormentor’s boot as Sue poured on the pressure! “What’re you doing, f*cking with my boots like that?” Burlingame huffed as she rocked her hips back ’n forth. “You want this to stop, all you’ve gotta do is--now that’s just rude.”
Chrissy raised a middle finger for the heiress’ contemplation, a show of defiance that earned her some cheers from the more salacious element among the FAWNatics and another rough constriction courtesy the three time former World Champion.
“You’re going to sleep, short-stuff.” Sue explained. “Only thing you get to decide is whether you go easy or rrrrgggghhhh…ok, hard it is.”
Not about to cede a damned thing to the mouthy brunette, Chrissy sank her nails into Burlingame’s right thigh and dug in deep. Sue grimaced at the Beach Cat’s talons, though she made no effort to swat them away or relinquish the Headscissors. Instead she flattened one hand into a paddle and delivered several taunting slaps to the other veteran’s face before she reached down with both hands and helped herself to Chrissy’s bounty! “C’mon bytch, you’re gonna have to do better than that if you want to beat me!” Burlingame chided when Daniel growled and beat her heels against the canvas in frustration. “How are the Quakes ever supposed to respect you if you’re out here getting jugg mugged all night--”
Chrissy stopped scratching and reached that hand up and back in the direction of Sue’s trunks, an encroachment that did not go unnoticed by the Bankable Bombshell. Catching hold of the blonde’s wrist before it could do more than threaten, Burlingame asked, “You wanna head down that road, sweetums? I don’t think you’ll like where it leads.”
“To me making you beg like a little slut?” Chrissy sneered as she tried again with her free hand. “Trust me, I’ll like that just fine. You will too, rich girl… eventualNNGGGHH!”
Sue raised her right heel and brought it down on the fork of her rival’s groin once, twice, three times! “You think this hurts?” she ground that same boot up and down against the dark grey spandex, much to the delight of the FAWNatics and the disgust of Chrissy Daniel. “Just wait til I grab on and really start squeezing.”
“Promises, promises.” the blonde rasped as her features flushed from pink to red. “They won’t mean a f*cking thing when I’ve got a hand down your HEYNNNGGGGHH!”
Tired of the Imp’s mouth, Susan abruptly rolled over onto her stomach which forced Chrissy to do the same. Hands braced against the mat, she raised her hips high only to bring them down fast enough to bounce Daniel’s forehead against the deck! “Thieving bytch.” Chrissy groaned. “You think you’re gonna steal moves from--” Burlingame pushed up again, only this time she tucked her head and somersaulted forward to hoist her burden up, over and most importantly down, Chrissy just THWHAMMING full force against the canvas!
ROLLING FIGURE FOUR HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VRS86BpgGWw
The former World Champion groaned on impact, tried to pull free and found herself rolled over and sent on the same ride, the resultant full-body jolt making the whole ring shiver. “I didn’t steal shyt from you, stubs.” Sue explained to her adversary as Chrissy tried to shake off the last landing. “I just took something old and tired and modernized it for today’s audiences. You know, like what Braddock’s doing with your shtick? She’s great by the way.”
Daniel cursed but didn’t get to formulate a real answer before the Ace turned onto her tummy yet again. But this time Chrissy was ready for her and instead of a third helping of mat, the tenacious powerhouse clambered to her boot-leather with a startled Susan still seated atop her shoulders! Under no illusions about the severity of her predicament, Burlingame balled a hand into a fist and began to pound away at the Beach Cat’s pate. Chrissy absorbed a few, then snatched her attacker’s wrist and did it again when Sue repeated the tactic with her other hand. Crossing the brunette’s wrists over one another in a compressed ‘X’, Daniel shot up on tiptoe, then dropped backward in a beautiful bridge that drove Burlingame into the mat with a resounding THAWHAM! Lifelong villain or not, Chrissy got a whole lotta grudging cheers for her Manhattan Beach Cyclone, cheers that coalesced into cogent counting when Craig Long swooped down beside to count off…
MANHATTAN BEACH CYCLONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSWz65i4_Rk
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sue wrenched a wrist free of the blonde’s grasp and in so doing got a shoulder off the mat with a whisper between herself and defeat. As for Chrissy, she sat up only to snap backward, the vindictive veteran THWHUMPING the base of her skull into Sue’s crotch with a hateful Reverse Headbutt! Sue jolted like she’d been touched by a live wire, all thoughts of offense as she flopped onto one side and curled into a tight ball. Chrissy on the other hand had nothing but offensive thoughts on her mind, if the Killer Imp’s wicked smirk was any indication. “Get those hands away from your junk, bytch.” Daniel sneered as she made a few adjustments to her own distended briefs. “You’re gonna need ‘em for tapping out.” Burlingame coughed back something that sounded like ‘f*ck you’, a response that devolved into a pained wail when the blonde snatched a double fistful of hair thum-thum-thum-THUMPED Sue’s noggin against the deck no less than a dozen times.
Throwing her hands into the air when Craig reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count, Chrissy shooed him away with a dismissive flick of the wrist before cupping the brunette’s head in her hands. “Not so tuff now, are you putz?” she chided the Rainmaker after muscling her to all fours. “Just another whiny poseur beeyotch groveling on her knees to worship the Beach Ca--”
“F*ck outta here with that.” Burlingame interrupted. “You’ll never get anything from HHRRGGGHH!”
Daniel drove a sturdy Hip Check into the other woman’s mug to ensure she was properly discombobulated when Chrissy reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. A snug Waistlock ensured Susannah wasn’t going anywhere until the blonde said so, fortunately (or unfortunately if you were the heiress) Chrissy wasted no time flipping Burlingame into a seat on her shoulders for--THWHAM! The Killer Imp hurled Sue forward and down, mercilessly planting her on the back of her head and shoulders with a thunderous Powerbomb!
POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pt6vYz-Laps
Sue landed in a tight stack so the ref dropped to one knee and-- Chrissy released the Waistlock, braced her hands against the Bankable Bombshell’s lower back and treated her to a shove that tumbled Burlingame back to all fours. Another quick hair-pull allowed the veteran to reapply the Standing Headscissors / Waistlock combination, but rather than hoist her skyward for another Powerbomb, she simply turned the Ace ass over teakettle before dropping to a seat to THWHUNK her skull into the canvas-sheathed plywood.
PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhm28bF4zFQ
The Piledriver transformed Burlingame from world beater to a tawny, smoldering ruin that Chrissy conquered with a simple Splash. Not bothering to hook either leg, the Beach Cat indulged in a preening Lateral Press while Craig and the rest of those assembled counted out…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Burlingame lifted a shoulder off the mat to keep herself in this match for at least another three seconds. “Oh, you’re not through embarrassing yourself yet, putz?” Daniel scoffed. “That’s great, I’m gonna love destroying your mystique.”
Eager to carry out this threat, Chrissy hauled the brunette to a slumped seat and snuggled in on her six. For her next move she wrenched Burlingame’s right arm backward at an awkward angle so she could pin it beneath her left arm. With her left knee jammed between the heiress’ shoulders, Daniel crooked her right hand into a claw and affixed it to the taut slope of her opponent’s tummy. “An Abdominal Stretch?” Sue sounded dismissive even as the Killer Imp groped and gouged at her tummy. “Do you have any idea how many crunches I do every day? You’d need titanium press-on nails to do any damage at OOOOOOOWWWWWW BYTCH!”
Smirking at her opponent’s misplaced confidence, Chrissy relinquished the Belly Claw and let that hand drift south to clamp down on the center of her opponent’s dark blue trunks! “Squeal for me, rich girl!” Daniel jostled her arm up and down to emphasize the demand. “Squeal real loud and maybe I won’t tear a hole in your tights!”
“Wuuuhhhh…with what?” Burlingame grunted. “Those dumpy sausage fingers? Good luck with that, f*ckEERRRRHHHHH!”
Chrissy gouged the claw a little tighter, then grabbed hold of the brunette’s waistband and yanked it up for a pitiless inverted wedgie. “Tap out, bytch!” Chrissy cackled over her opponent’s pitiable wailing. “Tap out, bytch! Tap out, tap out, tap out!”
Sue didn’t trust herself with a verbal response so she simply shook her head ‘no, no, no’ as the traitorous material rode higher at the whims of the malicious Beach-- “NGH! NGH! NGH!” Burlingame finally wrested her left arm from behind Daniel’s posted knee and she celebrated by driving a trio of punches into the other veteran’s forehead!
Chrissy remained latched onto the Ace’s other arm (not to mention her trunks) but throwing punches allowed Susan to make it to one knee and “RRRGGGHHHHH!” The Killer Imp endured those heavy hands long enough to drive a nasty Headbutt between Burlingame’s eyes! Abandoning the remains of the Abdominal Stretch so she could catch hold of Sue’s hair before she crumpled to the deck in a heap, Daniel scrambled to her feet and forced heiress to do the same just so she could dip low and wrap her arms around the taller wrestler’s upper thighs. Sue was too woozy from the Headbutt for a proper reaction, thankfully the FAWNatics provided one for her, a sympathetic groan of anguish when Chrissy shot up on one foot, spun through a smooth half circle and dropped forward and down to THAWHAM Burlingame against the canvas-sheathed plywood with a ring-rattling Spinebuster!
“Mine now, rich girl!” the brawny bully proclaimed as she wriggled into position atop Sue and cinched her arms around the back of Burlingame’s skull. Cupping her own elbows of extra leverage, Chrissy stuffed Susan’s face into the furnace of her cleavage even as she wrenched the taller grappler’s stems apart in a Double Leg Grapevine. This arrangement constituted both pin and submission, but since Chrissy hadn’t asked the ref to check for the latter, he took a moment to make sure Sue’s shoulders were down before counting off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO--“OOOOOOOWWWW YOU NASTY BYTCH!”
Chrissy shrieked in surprised agony and vacated the perch to tend to the bright red crescent that’d sprang to life atop her fearsome décolletage. “Oh putz-bytch, that’s the last mistake you’re ever gonna make.” Daniel hissed as her surprise gave way to rage. “But your misadventures? They’re just getting started.”
Nothing from Burlingame save ragged breathing, so Chrissy scraped her off the mat via a Wristlock, then used that same grip to send the Rainmaker hurtling toward the far corner with an Irish Whip. Sue saw the buckles rushing up to meet her, knew she couldn’t prevent the collision and settled for twisting around to absorb it spine-first. Buckles on back was bad enough, unfortunately Chrissy Daniel never settled for ‘bad’ when she could make it worse and that’s exactly what she did when she charged into corner like a locomotive and CRUSHED her prey in the corner with a massive Avalanche Splash!
Burlingame shuddered against the Imp’s calamitous curves and she would’ve fallen flat on her butt if Chrissy hadn’t remained close enough to keep her propped in place. Not that this was an act of kindness, it was quite the opposite in fact. Lowering a shoulder to Burlingame’s midsection once she was satisfied the brunette’s legs wouldn’t give out, Chrissy wrapped both arms around Sue’s upper thighs and boosted her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. Claiming the second rope as her own immediately thereafter, Daniel snagged her opponent’s noggin in a Front Facelock, but rather than sling Sue’s near arm across her shoulders, she grabbed hold of the heiress’ waistband at one hip and used both grips to lift her from seated to standing, a most precarious position indeed. Things grew all the more worrisome (as evidenced by a gasp from the FAWNatics) when Chrissy climbed all the way to the third floor. Yoking up on the Facelock to show everyone her prey wasn’t going anywhere, Chrissy treated the crowd to a parade wave that turned into an upraised middle finger before transitioning into a hard slap of Burlingame’s backside.
“Enjoy your time in my highlight reel, putz.” the Killer Imp chided. “And don’t ever stick your nose in my business again!” She dipped her knees and dropped backward, meaning to plant Sue’s skull from more than ten feet up only to discover the both of them were anchored in place because Burlingame had grabbed hold of the top rope like a coward. “Desperate beeyotch.” Daniel gave up her trunk grip to deliver several clubbing Overhead Forearm Smashes across her rival’s shoulders. “F*cking let go of that before I HEY, DON’T WHOAANNNNGGGGHHH!”
Susannah did as ordered, unfortunately for Chrissy she grabbed hold of the blonde’s ankles and wrenched her feet out from underneath! The resultant drop was short as it was painful, with the Beach Cat landing in an awkward seat before slopping backward into a most unwelcome Tree of Woe. “Ruuuhhh…ropes. ROPES!” Chrissy shouted to the official even as she watched Burlingame rising to her full height. “GET THAT RICH BYTCH AWAY FROM ME, I’M IN THE ROP-HHHRRRRGGGGGGGHHH!”
The Rainmaker leapt into the lights, twisted sideways on her way down and brought the point of her right knee THWHUMPING down on Chrissy’s fulsome curves with a massive Knee Drop that tore the former World Champion from her perch and deposited her in a ruined heap on the canvas below. As for Sue, she rolled to center ring and popped to her feet only to drop to one knee with both arms spread wide.
Already loud, the capacity crowd focused their cacophony into a chant of ‘ACE! ACE! ACE!’ when Burlingame got up and stormed back to Chrissy. Snatching the battered blonde by one wrist, Sue draaaaaaaaagged her away from the ropes cavewoman-style, then hauled her up and-- no preamble or theatrics, the Bankable Bombshell just leapt, wrapped her arms around Daniel’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on her back to DRIVE Chrissy into the deck courtesy the Ace Crusher.
Still holding the Facelock after impact, Susan back-rolled into a seat on her opponent’s lower back and neatly draped the blonde’s left arm over her left thigh while simultaneously transforming the Three Quarters grip into a full on Inverted Facelock. Root Of All Evil, Sue Burlingame to Chrissy Daniel.
ACE CRUSHER TO ROOT OF ALL EVIL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mx0H_vFEKI
Heels set deep, Burlingame craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the Inverted Facelock to put even more strain on Chrissy’s neck and spine. “TAP OUT CHRISSY!” Sue bellowed as she bounced and jounced on the Imp’s increasingly contorted spine.
“NO! F*CK YOU!” Daniel ripped and tore at Burlingame’s strangling arm, though with only one hand available her efforts amounted to very little. “I’M NOT GONNA SUBMIT TO A RICH SLUT LIKE YOOOOOHHHHH GAAAAAAAAWD STAAAAAAAAHHP! STAAAAAAHP, I GIVE! I GIVE!”
Sue, who’d leaned back so far she had an upside down of the fans directly behind her, continued to pull and tug until the clang of the bell yielded confirmation from the Announcer. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission…SUE BURLINGAME!”
Releasing her grip with a flourish, the heiress got to her feet and promptly planted one between Chrissy’s shoulders for an appropriately domineering victory pose when Craig raised her hand.
“Who’s the baddest?” she asked the crowd with a knowing grin.
‘SUE!’
“Who’s the best?”
‘SUE!’
“Who’s the hottest?”
‘SUE!’
“And who’s the goddamned Ace?”
‘SUE! SUE! SUE!’
Bona fides secure for another night, Burlingame strode to the far corner and mounted the second rope to better acknowledge all those who acknowledged her. She’d saluted from two corners and was on her way to the third when she realized she was being watched. Standing at the top of the ramp was a willowy, long-haired blonde that the veteran knew only by reputation. Never one to choose subtlety when there was any other option, Sue climbed the ropes instead of the corner and raised a beckoning hand for her visitor. “Got something to say?” she called over the curious roar of the FAWNatics. “Come on down here, we’ll have a nice chat.”
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
‘Bad’ Penny Tremblay actually felt the amassed gaze of the crowd shift to her in response to Burlingame’s offer. After a moment’s pause, she started down the aisle…only to pause after a few steps. “Not yet.” she murmured. “But soon. Sooner than you’d like, Ace.” Tremblay raised one hand for a condescending wave, then turned around and vanished through the curtain.
“That‘s what you think, I’m notoriously impatient.” Burlingame said to no one in particular. “And if you make me wait too long, I might just decide to find you first.”
BEAUTIFUL GIRLS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ
A cannonade of pyro exploded from the rafters in time with the thunderous drum roll, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light. When the glare subsides Chrissy Daniel stood atop the ramp. Hands on her hips, she turned her head to scan the crowd, the corners of her mouth upturned in a smugly mischievous smile. Conspicuous by their absence were her pair of protégés, Avery and Kat apparently hanging back while their mentor tended to some business in front of the Orlando feebs.
CHRISSY DANIEL:
Raising her hands overhead, Chrissy made as if to wave at the throng before turning it into a set of double birds. Delighted by the resulting jeers, she took a moment to fluff her hair before starting down the aisle in a hip-swiveling lockstep. Whatever the reason for this unscheduled appearance, it at least had the potential for violence as the Beach Cat was dressed for battle in a shiny leather two-piece, somewhere between silver and black. Matte black pads and boots finished the wardrobe.
Up the steps in a single bound, Chrissy dipped through the ropes and stormed the center of the ring while simultaneously snatching the Announcer’s microphone. “It occurs to me,” Daniel didn’t bother to wait for her music or the crowd to die down, she simply started speaking, “that while my Quakes have been causing plenty of respectable rumble and crunch, they haven’t quite reached the level of the Richter Scale that’ll devastate their opposition and leave title after title after title strewn at their doorstep. Soooooooo in the interest of leading by example, I’ve decided to come out here and show them, as well as you disgusting Orlando trash, what it means to truly shake things up. Having trouble understanding? It’s not your fault, you’re from Florida.” Boos had been pouring toward the ring, now they bore down on it in an almost solid wall. “It’s what you call an open challenge, putzes. See, I come out here ready to fight, then I turn my attention toward the stage and say something like, ‘any bytch back there that wants to make a name for herself, strut through the curtain and bring your happy ass down here.’ Not that any of you are actually WORTH my time, but it’ll be a nice learning experience for the Quakes and a painful reminder that I’m the best this place has ever--”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGEZpSQEhls
Startled by the unexpected sound of an anthem they hadn’t heard in over a year, it took the FAWNatics a full five seconds to break into a cacophonous roar that steadied into ‘WELCOME BACK!’ as soon as the woman in question made her way through the curtain.
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
As startled by her arrival as the crowd, the Announcer used the initial crush of noise to cycle through his rolodex of stats while also coming up with a nickname that’d earn him a sweet little merchandise check when that department started printing up tee-shirts less than a week later. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Stovington Vermont, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds! She is the Rainmaker, the Ace of the Black Court and One Bad Mother, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back to the FAWN Arena…SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
Already smiling at the reception, Sue stretched her arms wide and threw back her head to call down a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro! Once it faded away Burlingame produced a microphone from behind her back and asked the crowd, “Hello Orlando. What’ve you been up to recently? Been keeping busy?” The question earned nothing but happy noise, so Sue nodded and went on. “Yeah, I’ve been busy too. I renovated the kitchen, I started a line of athleisure wear, which looks great by the way… I had a baby.”
Even more cheers, which Sue let spin out for several seconds before she went on. “Unfortunately the one thing I HAVEN’T been able to do is walk down this ramp, hop in that ring and whoop the ass of some mouthy little slob. Luckily for all of us, ‘cept maybe Chrissy, that ends tonight.”
Back in the ring, Chrissy stormed to the ropes and replied, “That what you think, putz? I’ve got a safer idea. Turn your ass around, try to slip it into some mom jeans, then tuck your rugrat into the minivan and drive on back to your McMansion so the little turd doesn’t have to witness mommy’s latest ass beating.”
Sue’s smile went bright and hard. “See that right there, Chrissy? That’s exactly why I’m gonna walk down there and stretch you all over that canvas. And as you can see I’m not wearing any jeans, mom or otherwise, at the moment. But if you keep mouthing off… you’ll wish I was.”
“Enough talk then, rich bytch.” Daniel snarled. “Bring that saggy ass down here so I can kick it up between your shoulders.”
“Careful what you wish for, butterball.”
Done talking (for now at least) Sue tossed the mic to a tech and started down the ramp at a good clip. For her first match under the bright lights in more than a year she’d chosen her classic dark blue two-piece with mellow golden trim probably had something to do with it as well. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look. Usually one to avoid the reaching hands of foe and detractor alike, tonight Sue went full babyface with her arms outstretched to press the flesh with folks on both sides of the aisle. This extended to those in the front row at ringside, the former three time World Champion making a circuit that let her slap hands, autograph a few signs and even snap a selfie or two. Once that was done, she turned her attention to the squared circle and started up the steel steps before vaulting over the top rope in a single graceful motion.
Greeted by referee Craig Long (who’d raced to the ring during the initial chaos of Burlingame’s return) Sue bumped knuckles with the zebra, then slipped around him to strike a pose in the center of the ring. Placing one foot out in front, she swept it across the canvas and bade Chrissy cross the line but the Killer Imp dismissed her with one waved hand. Burlingame snorted, wheeled around and made sure to plant a swat on her own glutes as she headed back to her corner for final instructions.
Still abuzz over the return of the Rainmaker to answer the challenge of another multi-time world champ, the FAWNatics grew that much louder when Sue and Chrissy stormed out of their corners with the CLANG of the opening bell. Anyone expecting a bit of early posturing or trash talk amongst the veterans were quite likely surprised (though certainly not disappointed) when Burlingame and Daniel flew at one another like they were magnetized, blonde and brunette meeting in a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up which was really just a pretty way of saying they shoved the hell outta one another.
Sue’s height advantage allowed her to bull Chrissy back several steps after the clinch, but they were still a good way from the ropes when the Killer Imp set one foot like a kickstand and brought their progress to a halt. The heiress grunted and redoubled her efforts only for Daniel to shake her head ‘no’ and start them stomping in the other direction. “Not strong enough, putz.” Chrissy smirked as she retook all the ground Burlingame claimed moments prior. “You’ve never been strong enouHRRRHHH!”
This rather questionable proclamation ended in a grunt when Susan slipped out of the Imp’s clutches, wrapped an arm around the back of her neck and pulled the startled grappler down into a Side Headlock. Hands clasped tight, Burlingame made a point to grrrrrrriiiiiiiid Chrissy’s temple against her right hip, a not so subtle reminder that the Ace could apply the simplest of holds and transform it into a punishing, painful ordeal.
“Not strong enough, huh?” Sue chided as she tried to crush the blonde’s noggin in a triangle comprising her hip, bicep and forearm. “Is that why you’re already snuffling like a little pigNGH! NGH! NGH! Eeeerrrrrhhhhhh… oh bytch, is that how you want to play?”
Daniel’d answered the Headlock by driving a few punches into her opponent’s lower back, but it was the gaudy, cheek-peeking wedgie she’d visited on Sue’s briefs that really earned the brunette’s ire. Not that Chrissy Daniel gave a damn mind you, indeed she sounded quite satisfied as she sawed the material back ‘n forth and replied, “The way that ends with these tiny little tights stuffed in your mouth? Yeah baby, that’s exactly how I want to plaRRRRRHHH! Hair, dammit!”
Burlingame couldn’t snatch a counter-wedgie without seriously weakening the Headlock, so she indulged in a handful of long blonde hair and pulled hard enough to make Chrissy stamp her feet in pain!
“All right Sue, let’s get off of her hair, you know better than that.” Craig Long chided as he moved in to check on his charges.
Sue smiled prettily and actually did release the hold only to twine a hank of Daniel’s hair around her index and middle fingers for another painfully prolonged pull. “C’mon Craig, I haven’t heard your voice in more than a year and you’re really going to deny me a count? Just give a girl what she wants, why don’t--” Burlingame’s expression grew far more grave when Chrissy abandoned her wedgie in stuffing that hand between the brunette’s thighs. Not about to let the Beach Cat tear into her crotch this early (or ever, really) Susan squirmed away from the encroaching claw, though in doing so she shifted her position to the point that the blonde was able to much more easily guide / bull her into the ropes.
“Get your scrawny ass offa me.” the blonde demanded as soon as she’d hooked a foot over the bottom rope. “Swear to god, Burlingame, get the f*ck off me or I’ll OOOOWWWWW GODDAMMIT!”
Sue grabbed as much hair as she could and pulled hard as she could, a stern reminder that the Bankable Bombshell could and would fight as mean as the meanest woman on the roster. Of course Chrissy Daniel had been the meanest woman on the roster since FAWN opened its doors, so it came as no real surprise when she grabbed onto Burlingame’s undercarriage and squeezed ‘til her knuckles showed white!
“BYTCH!” Sue roared in pain and went up on tiptoe though she made no effort to call for a break or relinquish her own hold. Rather she relaxed the grip on Chrissy’s hair ever so slightly, then pulled even harder and was rewarded by a loud squeal from the Killer Imp when a lock of blonde hair came free!
“F*cking slut!” Daniel raged, her own claw temporarily loosened by the shock in her scalp. “I’m gonna feed you your own f*cking haRRGH! RGH! RRRRHHH!”
Burlingame stamped on her opponent’s toes once, twice, three times before cruelly grinding the heel of her boot atop the vulnerable digits. Concern for her feet caused Chrissy to abandon the Crotch Claw in favor of few rough punches to the brunette’s stomach and it probably would’ve been more than that if Susan hadn’t interrupted with a quick Kneelift to the tummy. Switching from the hair-hold over to a Three Quarters Facelock just as Craig was getting insistent about their being in the ropes, Burlingame pivoted in place and dropped to one knee to somersault Daniel onto her butt courtesy a simple Snapmare.
A painful jolt to the tailbone certainly, yet not one that would’ve kept a former World Champion on the canvas for more than a couple heartbeats if Sue hadn’t planted on her left foot and THWHACKED a stiff kick across the nape of Chrissy’s neck! Daniel threw her head back on impact, meaning her throat was exposed when Burlingame shot in from behind and looped her left arm around the other veteran’s neck. Planted on her left knee with her right leg stretched out at a sharp angle, Susan wrenched and cranked on her grip, the Rainmaker constantly adjusting her position to put more pressure on the Headlock.
BANKABLE HEADLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=22dHyZP-xzw
“Goddamned brat!” Chrissy alternately clawed at Burlingame’s bicep or reached for her hair, though neither tactic freed her from the grinding strain. “Gonna rip you to pieces when I get outta GGRRRRHHHHHH!”
Sue pivoted from one knee to her back which in turn rolled Chrissy onto her right side and allowed the heiress to put even more strain on her neck. “Oh, you’re gonna get out of here sometime soon?” Burlingame’s tone was that of a woman window shopping, another reason for Chrissy to hate her guts. “Would you care to tell me when that’s going to be? Maybe I can submit you before--” Sue shut up as the Beach Cat clambered to one knee despite the constant grind from the Headlock.
Left hand upraised to waggle ‘no!’ in case that idiot Long had a stupid question, Daniel crooked her right arm into a ‘V’ and stabbed that bony dagger against Burlingame’s tawny flanks no less than half a dozen times. She was well on her way to the full dozen when Susan twisted her hips and laid out on her back to pull Chrissy down alongside, the brawny blonde landing with dull THUMP!
With the wrestlers now stretched out in an almost straight line, the Bankable Bombshell planted her feet and bridged up while simultaneously pulling back as hard as she could! “C’mon you pussy!” she taunted the flushed, fuming blonde. “You came out here talkin’ all that shit about making a statement, but the only thing you’re saying now is ‘I can’t break a f*cking Headlock, Sus--’ERRRRRHHHHHH!”
Chrissy couldn’t break Burlingame’s grip in their current arrangement so she wedged her left hand beneath the brunette’s right bicep and clamped down on her right breast! “I don’t need to break it, rich girl.” Daniel growled as she worked the heiress’ orb like a stress ball. “You’re going to break it for me so I don’t HHRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Burlingame yoked up on the Headlock once more, a brutally simple effort to strangle Chrissy with her bicep. “I’ll break it once you’ve tapped that mat, shyt-bag.” Sue huffed. “Until then you can just sit there and wriggle like the dumpy little GNNNNNHHHH!”
The Killer Imp reached up with her right hand, braced it against Burlingame’s chin and pushed her head backward at a painfully awkward angle. This tactic didn’t do much to alleviate the blonde’s suffering however it positioned Sue in such a way that Chrissy was able to drive several awkward Kneelifts into her attacker’s sculpted shoulders. The last of these struck the nape of the heiress’ neck and allowed Daniel to struggle into an awkward seat while simultaneously forcing The Ace to stretch almost parallel to the canvas. Sue herself knew this was far from an ideal arrangement and she tried to surge upright but Chrissy’s chin-push slowed her just enough for the shorter woman to ‘smeck’ her legs around the brunette’s throat in a snug Headscissors.
“Oh yeah, got you now, putz!” Daniel sneered as she rolled onto her left side and slapped her right hand down on that thigh to add a bit more pressure to the hold. Ankles crossed, she stretched her abbreviated stems full length and punished Burlingame with several sharp constrictions, each of which made Sue beat her heels against the mat. “Lemme look at that pretty face, rich girl.” Chrissy brushed hair off the brunette’s brow for the sole purpose of draaaaaaaaaaaagging her nails across the exposed skin. “Already looking a little out of breath, babe. You thinking about submitting to little ol’ me?”
Sue’s rather spirited wriggling suggested surrender was far from her mind, yet this didn’t stop Daniel from motioning Craig Long over to check. “Ask her.” she chided. “Don’t wanna squeeze her f*cking head off if I don’t have to, right?”
“Luhhh…like you could.” Burlingame was slowly but steadily pivoting her legs toward the closest set of strands, though she still had a ways to go between her and freedom. “I’ve never submitted to a block of cottage cheese and I don’t plan to start OOOOWWWWWWWW BYTCH!”
Chrissy snatched a handful of hair and repaid Burlingame’s earlier efforts with eye-watering interest, the Beach Cat just yanking a fistful of dark locks until Long reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. “Fine, fine!” Daniel let loose and raised that hand to show it was (mostly) free of Sue’s hair. “I guess if the rich bytch didn’t like having her hair pulled, she’s really not gonna like this…” Chrissy reached down, took the other wrestler’s right ear between thumb and forefinger and twisted like she meant to pull it clean off! “…or this.” Releasing Sue’s ear, she hooked her index and middle fingers into the former World Champion’s nostrils and yanked hard enough to earn a high, nasal squeal!
“Knock it off, Chrissy.” Craig ordered over the jeers of the FAWNatics. “You know you can’t just tear at her face like that!”
“I can until you count to four, dingus.” The official obliged her so Chrissy released her grip only to immediately fill it with Burlingame’s bounty. “How the f*ck did you ever rise above the midcard?” Daniel scoffed as she squeezed, raked and pinched her foe’s breasts one after the other. “This is a gatekeeper’s rack if I’ve ever seen o--”
“BREAK!” Sue barked as she finally succeeded in draping an ankle over the bottom rope. “Get the f*ck offa me you sawed-off piece of NNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Killer Imp curled her claw into a fist and brought it down on the center of Sue’s trunks! Sneering in Craig’s face as he complained about the brazen foul, Daniel relinquished the Headscissors just to grab a huge handful of Burlingame’s hair so she could haul her to her knees. “You want the ropes, babe? You want the ropes? Here ya go, have all you want!” On that note she put Susan’s throat to the middle strand and pressed forward with all of her weight to throttle her adversary against the rubber-coated steel!
ROPE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7AFzmZOSHAw
Susan rasped and squirmed, clawed and swatted at Chrissy’s left thigh, alas her position was so poor that she didn’t get to draw a full breath until the blonde let go following an increasingly stern count from the referee. “What the hell are you protecting her for?” Chrissy snapped at Craig following his latest round of obnoxious interference. “Bytch is a former World Champion! I know she doesn’t LOOK like one, but she’s tough enough to hang in there until I break a sweat!”
“Just get her off the ropes, Chrissy!” Long groused. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
“Oh yeah, I’d hate to deal with that.” Daniel scoffed as she grabbed Burlingame by the shoulder-straps. “I’ve just beaten the biggest and baddest this place has to offer for almost twenty years, but I tremble at the thought of hearing another warning. Wait, what the f*ck am I saying? I LOVE hearing you putz’s try to tell me what to do!”
Still holding Sue’s hair, the Beach Cat forced her upper body beneath the middle strand, then shifted her mitts to the brunette’s biceps so she could drape her arms over the middle rope. Rasping nastily after suffering Daniel’s stranglehold, Burlingame cleared her throat and grunted, “Cheap bytch, back the f*ck off so I can breathe something fresher than your body-sprUUUNNNGGGHH!”
Feet flanking her opponent’s hips, Chrissy went up on tiptoe just to drop a heavy Butt Bomb into the small of Sue’s back! The Bankable Bombshell shuddered on impact, just not enough to free her arms from the ropes. This must’ve been exactly what Daniel had intended as she immediately threaded her legs around Sue’s waist for a crushing Bodyscissors. In the same instant she cupped her hands over the Burlingame’s chin and cranked back while thrusting her hips forward in a sort of Scissored Camel Clutch that could’ve ended the match in short order if not for the damnable persistence of Craig Long. Dropped to one knee beside the action, he didn’t even bother with a warning this time, instead shouting out, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Chrissy snarled, let loose and scrambled off her perch so she could flip the zebra a double bird. “God, you’re such a f*cking buzz-kill. Fine, you want this shyt-show out of the ropes? I’ll just humiliate her in the middle of the ring!” In no mood to waste time delivering on this promise, Daniel batted Sue’s arms off the second rope, then grabbed the heiress’ left wrist and dragged her away to a retching, weak-kneed verticality. “Sorry putz, zebra says your pansy ass can’t hide out in the ropes anymore.”
This raised no response from Burlingame (not that Chrissy would’ve listened) so the Beach Cat dragged her toward the center, then bent her knees in a deep crouch and slung her burden toward the far side with an Irish WhNO! Rather than shoot Sue into the ropes she reeled her back in and stretched both arms into a wide ‘C’ all the better to glom onto the Ace before taking her up, over and DOWN with a ring-shivering Power Slam! Sprawled heavily across Burlingame’s chest in the aftermath, Daniel cradled the brunette’s far leg a little tighter and nodded in time with Long’s count of…
POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gb5oW_lBNpU
ONE…
TWO…
Susannah kicked loose a whisper after ‘TWO!’ much to the delight of everyone who wasn’t Chrissy Daniel. “Oh, I see!” she spat at Craig. “Count fast when she’s sobbing in the ropes, count slow when I’m pinning her overrated ass!”
“Don’t pull that crap on me, Chrissy.” Long snapped. “She got a shoulder up right after ‘two’, you couldn’t even call that a near fall.”
“You’re right, I call it you screwing me over. But fine, you want to see this putz suffer some more? Ask and ye shall receive, jerk-off.” Swinging around from Burlingame’s flank to her feet, Chrissy looped her arms around the brunette’s calves then stood up and rolled Sue onto her stomach to settle down in a deep Boston Crab. “I wouldn’t look at the ref if I were you, rich girl!” Daniel chortled as she settled down into a crouch that left her butt mere inches above the small of Sue’s back. “Something tells me he gets off watching you--”
BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xHycBptLn4s
“Inappropriate!” Craig interrupted. “And completely untr-”
“Rrrrrrggghhh…don’t feed the troll, Long.” Burlingame grunted as she pushed onto her elbows. “That’s what my boots are forRRRGGGGGHH!”
Chrissy went up on tiptoe then dropped down even farther, all the better to slam her glutes against the heiress’ aching spine. “Watch your mouth, f*cker.” the blonde growled. “Unless you want me to plant your heels by your ears. And hey, that reminds me. Your bytch-ass ready to tap out?” Rather than wait for an answer she set her heels and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back that much farther.
Teeth clenched against the compounding anguish of the Boston Crab, Sue waggled a finger ‘no’ to keep the ref from repeating Chrissy’s stupid question. Once that was settled she shifted from her elbows to her hands and pushed up far enough to raise her chest and tummy off the canvas by a couple inches. Doing so only increased the pressure on her lower back, yet Burlingame offered no complaint as it allowed her to clamber and claw her way toward the ropes.
“Ooooohhhh, I LOVE making rich girls crawl!” the Beach Cat taunted her squirming adversary. “Tell ya what, quote a figure that doesn’t insult my intelligence and maybe I won’t drag your sorry ass right back to the middle of the DAMMIT!”
Sue made a final lunge and grabbed the bottom rope with both hands! “You like numbers, Chrissy?” she spat. “How about, four? As in, that’s how many seconds you’ve got before I--NO! LET ME GO BYTCH, I’M IN THE ROPES!”
This was indeed true, alas Chrissy didn’t seem inclined to honor the break as evidenced by the way she stood up and carried out her threat to march back to the middle of the squared circle! “You WERE in the ropes, putz.” Daniel sneered as she glanced around in search of the perfect spot to finish her prey. “Now you’re headed for a back bra--”
Sue pushed up as high as she could, tucked her chin against her chest and swung / skidded through the blonde’s legs to escape the Boston Crab. “Suck on these, asshole.” the heiress called over the roar of the crowd when she raised a pair of middle fingers for the Killer Imp. “Better yet, go ahead and suck my--”
Daniel rocked onto her heels, then laid out full length to peel Burlingame off the mat and send her hurtling toward the corner with a perfect Slingsh-- Sue transformed the headlong sprawl into an awkward leap that set her down on the second rope! “Nice try, butterball!” the Rainmaker shouted over her shoulder to Chrissy even as she stretched her arms wide to accept the adulation of the FAWNatics. “Tell me, how did a Tonka truck like you ever contend against London in her--”
Already disgusted by the brunette’s acrobatic escape, an enraged Chrissy charged the corner with every intention of cutting Sue off at the knees but the Ace must’ve sensed it coming because she hopped up and drilled the sole of one boot into her opponent’s jaw! The headshot stopped Daniel in her tracks without causing her to backpedal more than a step or two, so Susan hooked the top rope in both hands, then leapt up and hooked her shins around the other veteran’s head. In the next instant she pulled forward while simultaneously drawing her knees up to her chest to BWUNG Chrissy’s face into the second turnbuckle!
HEADSCISSORS DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i0aKetxn09M
Landing neatly beside the now penitent battler, Sue lashed out with a kick not to Daniel’s skull but the underside of the middle rope. This deft little move jolted the turnbuckle into Chrissy’s mug hard enough to get the blonde back on her feet, though she was far more preoccupied with her throbbing skull than anything like offense. Not so for Sue Burlingame, who wasted no time pinning Chrissy’s arms overhead in a snug Full Nelson. Dropping into a deep crouch even as she forced Daniel’s chin into the top of her own cleavage, the Bankable Bombshell snapped off a flawless bridge that PLANTED Chrissy on the back of her head and shoulders as the latest victim of Sue’s Dragon Suplex. With the Beach Cat folded in half by the crushing maneuver, Craig swooped into place beside the action and counted out…
DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBDwX96fa10
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Daniel bucked loose of the Nelson to tumble onto her stomach with about half a second to spare. She’d just managed to swaddle her noggin in both arms when Burlingame brushed those protective measures aside and plunged her hands into the blonde’s long hair. “You’re not gonna whine to Craig about this, are you?” the heiress jostled her foe’s head back and forth in case there was any question about what ‘this’ entailed. “That’d be pretty a pretty shytty thing to do, especially after you ripped me out of the ropes, but then you always were pretty shytty, Shrimp.”
“Fuuuuuhhh…f*cking punk.” Daniel hissed as she was hauled to boot-leather in about half a dozen eye watering yanks. “You’re gonna put some respect on my name, even if I have to put you in the hospitNUUFFHH!”
Sue used the hair-hold to reel Chrissy into a Kneelift to the gut which transitioned smoothly into a Front Facelock. “I respectfully disagree.” Sue replied in a tone so sarcastic it was almost caustic. “But since you’re not gonna quit trying…” Burlingame slung the fearsome fireplug’s near arm across her shoulders, then grabbed a handful of Chrissy’s silver trunks and muscled her directly overhead--THWHONK! Sue kicked both legs forward and dropped almost straight down to spike the crown of the Beach Cat’s skull into the mat with a vicious Brainbuster!
BRAINBUSTER @ 00:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_7XQdPBYCE
Residual momentum sat Daniel up immediately thereafter, though no one was at all surprised when Burlingame palmed both shoulders and stretched her out flat on the mat. The lack of a subsequent cover proved a bit more surprising, however Sue’s reasoning grew crystal clear once she bounced to her feet and sprinted into the ropes. Leaping onto the middle strand in a single effortless bound, the Ace launched herself out into the void and twisted ’round during her ascent to ensure she could THAWHAM the full weight of her right leg down across Chrissy’s vulnerable throat. Sue Burlingame had no love for a certain Manchester legend, yet sharp-eyed fans were fairly certain she mouthed ‘Sensational’ once she’d spun into a Crossbody and cinched Daniel’s far leg for the…
BANKABLE LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f7KUAjHurbI
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Disappointment but no real surprise from those assembled when the preternaturally durable blonde twitched a shoulder off the mat at the last possible second. Set on her knees beside the glassy-eyed Imp, Susannah took a few moments to catch her breath, smooth down her hair and generally freshen up while Chrissy tried to clear her head of the Brainbuster / Leg Drop induced fog. She’d started to come around when the brunette snagged her by the hair and hauled her to a seat. Switching over to a Chinlock so the zebra couldn’t complain, Sue dropped to her tush and deftly threaded her legs around Daniel’s head so that her left calf was snug against the other wrestler’s throat. Hands braced against the deck, Burlingame tucked her left shin into the pit of her right knee and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed Chrissy’s noggin like she meant to pop it the hell off!
Gurgling to life as oxygen became a scarce commodity, the brawny blonde kicked her heels against the mat, then started to slap and claw at her tormentor’s boot as Sue poured on the pressure! “What’re you doing, f*cking with my boots like that?” Burlingame huffed as she rocked her hips back ’n forth. “You want this to stop, all you’ve gotta do is--now that’s just rude.”
Chrissy raised a middle finger for the heiress’ contemplation, a show of defiance that earned her some cheers from the more salacious element among the FAWNatics and another rough constriction courtesy the three time former World Champion.
“You’re going to sleep, short-stuff.” Sue explained. “Only thing you get to decide is whether you go easy or rrrrgggghhhh…ok, hard it is.”
Not about to cede a damned thing to the mouthy brunette, Chrissy sank her nails into Burlingame’s right thigh and dug in deep. Sue grimaced at the Beach Cat’s talons, though she made no effort to swat them away or relinquish the Headscissors. Instead she flattened one hand into a paddle and delivered several taunting slaps to the other veteran’s face before she reached down with both hands and helped herself to Chrissy’s bounty! “C’mon bytch, you’re gonna have to do better than that if you want to beat me!” Burlingame chided when Daniel growled and beat her heels against the canvas in frustration. “How are the Quakes ever supposed to respect you if you’re out here getting jugg mugged all night--”
Chrissy stopped scratching and reached that hand up and back in the direction of Sue’s trunks, an encroachment that did not go unnoticed by the Bankable Bombshell. Catching hold of the blonde’s wrist before it could do more than threaten, Burlingame asked, “You wanna head down that road, sweetums? I don’t think you’ll like where it leads.”
“To me making you beg like a little slut?” Chrissy sneered as she tried again with her free hand. “Trust me, I’ll like that just fine. You will too, rich girl… eventualNNGGGHH!”
Sue raised her right heel and brought it down on the fork of her rival’s groin once, twice, three times! “You think this hurts?” she ground that same boot up and down against the dark grey spandex, much to the delight of the FAWNatics and the disgust of Chrissy Daniel. “Just wait til I grab on and really start squeezing.”
“Promises, promises.” the blonde rasped as her features flushed from pink to red. “They won’t mean a f*cking thing when I’ve got a hand down your HEYNNNGGGGHH!”
Tired of the Imp’s mouth, Susan abruptly rolled over onto her stomach which forced Chrissy to do the same. Hands braced against the mat, she raised her hips high only to bring them down fast enough to bounce Daniel’s forehead against the deck! “Thieving bytch.” Chrissy groaned. “You think you’re gonna steal moves from--” Burlingame pushed up again, only this time she tucked her head and somersaulted forward to hoist her burden up, over and most importantly down, Chrissy just THWHAMMING full force against the canvas!
ROLLING FIGURE FOUR HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VRS86BpgGWw
The former World Champion groaned on impact, tried to pull free and found herself rolled over and sent on the same ride, the resultant full-body jolt making the whole ring shiver. “I didn’t steal shyt from you, stubs.” Sue explained to her adversary as Chrissy tried to shake off the last landing. “I just took something old and tired and modernized it for today’s audiences. You know, like what Braddock’s doing with your shtick? She’s great by the way.”
Daniel cursed but didn’t get to formulate a real answer before the Ace turned onto her tummy yet again. But this time Chrissy was ready for her and instead of a third helping of mat, the tenacious powerhouse clambered to her boot-leather with a startled Susan still seated atop her shoulders! Under no illusions about the severity of her predicament, Burlingame balled a hand into a fist and began to pound away at the Beach Cat’s pate. Chrissy absorbed a few, then snatched her attacker’s wrist and did it again when Sue repeated the tactic with her other hand. Crossing the brunette’s wrists over one another in a compressed ‘X’, Daniel shot up on tiptoe, then dropped backward in a beautiful bridge that drove Burlingame into the mat with a resounding THAWHAM! Lifelong villain or not, Chrissy got a whole lotta grudging cheers for her Manhattan Beach Cyclone, cheers that coalesced into cogent counting when Craig Long swooped down beside to count off…
MANHATTAN BEACH CYCLONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSWz65i4_Rk
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sue wrenched a wrist free of the blonde’s grasp and in so doing got a shoulder off the mat with a whisper between herself and defeat. As for Chrissy, she sat up only to snap backward, the vindictive veteran THWHUMPING the base of her skull into Sue’s crotch with a hateful Reverse Headbutt! Sue jolted like she’d been touched by a live wire, all thoughts of offense as she flopped onto one side and curled into a tight ball. Chrissy on the other hand had nothing but offensive thoughts on her mind, if the Killer Imp’s wicked smirk was any indication. “Get those hands away from your junk, bytch.” Daniel sneered as she made a few adjustments to her own distended briefs. “You’re gonna need ‘em for tapping out.” Burlingame coughed back something that sounded like ‘f*ck you’, a response that devolved into a pained wail when the blonde snatched a double fistful of hair thum-thum-thum-THUMPED Sue’s noggin against the deck no less than a dozen times.
Throwing her hands into the air when Craig reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count, Chrissy shooed him away with a dismissive flick of the wrist before cupping the brunette’s head in her hands. “Not so tuff now, are you putz?” she chided the Rainmaker after muscling her to all fours. “Just another whiny poseur beeyotch groveling on her knees to worship the Beach Ca--”
“F*ck outta here with that.” Burlingame interrupted. “You’ll never get anything from HHRRGGGHH!”
Daniel drove a sturdy Hip Check into the other woman’s mug to ensure she was properly discombobulated when Chrissy reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. A snug Waistlock ensured Susannah wasn’t going anywhere until the blonde said so, fortunately (or unfortunately if you were the heiress) Chrissy wasted no time flipping Burlingame into a seat on her shoulders for--THWHAM! The Killer Imp hurled Sue forward and down, mercilessly planting her on the back of her head and shoulders with a thunderous Powerbomb!
POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pt6vYz-Laps
Sue landed in a tight stack so the ref dropped to one knee and-- Chrissy released the Waistlock, braced her hands against the Bankable Bombshell’s lower back and treated her to a shove that tumbled Burlingame back to all fours. Another quick hair-pull allowed the veteran to reapply the Standing Headscissors / Waistlock combination, but rather than hoist her skyward for another Powerbomb, she simply turned the Ace ass over teakettle before dropping to a seat to THWHUNK her skull into the canvas-sheathed plywood.
PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhm28bF4zFQ
The Piledriver transformed Burlingame from world beater to a tawny, smoldering ruin that Chrissy conquered with a simple Splash. Not bothering to hook either leg, the Beach Cat indulged in a preening Lateral Press while Craig and the rest of those assembled counted out…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Burlingame lifted a shoulder off the mat to keep herself in this match for at least another three seconds. “Oh, you’re not through embarrassing yourself yet, putz?” Daniel scoffed. “That’s great, I’m gonna love destroying your mystique.”
Eager to carry out this threat, Chrissy hauled the brunette to a slumped seat and snuggled in on her six. For her next move she wrenched Burlingame’s right arm backward at an awkward angle so she could pin it beneath her left arm. With her left knee jammed between the heiress’ shoulders, Daniel crooked her right hand into a claw and affixed it to the taut slope of her opponent’s tummy. “An Abdominal Stretch?” Sue sounded dismissive even as the Killer Imp groped and gouged at her tummy. “Do you have any idea how many crunches I do every day? You’d need titanium press-on nails to do any damage at OOOOOOOWWWWWW BYTCH!”
Smirking at her opponent’s misplaced confidence, Chrissy relinquished the Belly Claw and let that hand drift south to clamp down on the center of her opponent’s dark blue trunks! “Squeal for me, rich girl!” Daniel jostled her arm up and down to emphasize the demand. “Squeal real loud and maybe I won’t tear a hole in your tights!”
“Wuuuhhhh…with what?” Burlingame grunted. “Those dumpy sausage fingers? Good luck with that, f*ckEERRRRHHHHH!”
Chrissy gouged the claw a little tighter, then grabbed hold of the brunette’s waistband and yanked it up for a pitiless inverted wedgie. “Tap out, bytch!” Chrissy cackled over her opponent’s pitiable wailing. “Tap out, bytch! Tap out, tap out, tap out!”
Sue didn’t trust herself with a verbal response so she simply shook her head ‘no, no, no’ as the traitorous material rode higher at the whims of the malicious Beach-- “NGH! NGH! NGH!” Burlingame finally wrested her left arm from behind Daniel’s posted knee and she celebrated by driving a trio of punches into the other veteran’s forehead!
Chrissy remained latched onto the Ace’s other arm (not to mention her trunks) but throwing punches allowed Susan to make it to one knee and “RRRGGGHHHHH!” The Killer Imp endured those heavy hands long enough to drive a nasty Headbutt between Burlingame’s eyes! Abandoning the remains of the Abdominal Stretch so she could catch hold of Sue’s hair before she crumpled to the deck in a heap, Daniel scrambled to her feet and forced heiress to do the same just so she could dip low and wrap her arms around the taller wrestler’s upper thighs. Sue was too woozy from the Headbutt for a proper reaction, thankfully the FAWNatics provided one for her, a sympathetic groan of anguish when Chrissy shot up on one foot, spun through a smooth half circle and dropped forward and down to THAWHAM Burlingame against the canvas-sheathed plywood with a ring-rattling Spinebuster!
“Mine now, rich girl!” the brawny bully proclaimed as she wriggled into position atop Sue and cinched her arms around the back of Burlingame’s skull. Cupping her own elbows of extra leverage, Chrissy stuffed Susan’s face into the furnace of her cleavage even as she wrenched the taller grappler’s stems apart in a Double Leg Grapevine. This arrangement constituted both pin and submission, but since Chrissy hadn’t asked the ref to check for the latter, he took a moment to make sure Sue’s shoulders were down before counting off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO--“OOOOOOOWWWW YOU NASTY BYTCH!”
Chrissy shrieked in surprised agony and vacated the perch to tend to the bright red crescent that’d sprang to life atop her fearsome décolletage. “Oh putz-bytch, that’s the last mistake you’re ever gonna make.” Daniel hissed as her surprise gave way to rage. “But your misadventures? They’re just getting started.”
Nothing from Burlingame save ragged breathing, so Chrissy scraped her off the mat via a Wristlock, then used that same grip to send the Rainmaker hurtling toward the far corner with an Irish Whip. Sue saw the buckles rushing up to meet her, knew she couldn’t prevent the collision and settled for twisting around to absorb it spine-first. Buckles on back was bad enough, unfortunately Chrissy Daniel never settled for ‘bad’ when she could make it worse and that’s exactly what she did when she charged into corner like a locomotive and CRUSHED her prey in the corner with a massive Avalanche Splash!
Burlingame shuddered against the Imp’s calamitous curves and she would’ve fallen flat on her butt if Chrissy hadn’t remained close enough to keep her propped in place. Not that this was an act of kindness, it was quite the opposite in fact. Lowering a shoulder to Burlingame’s midsection once she was satisfied the brunette’s legs wouldn’t give out, Chrissy wrapped both arms around Sue’s upper thighs and boosted her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. Claiming the second rope as her own immediately thereafter, Daniel snagged her opponent’s noggin in a Front Facelock, but rather than sling Sue’s near arm across her shoulders, she grabbed hold of the heiress’ waistband at one hip and used both grips to lift her from seated to standing, a most precarious position indeed. Things grew all the more worrisome (as evidenced by a gasp from the FAWNatics) when Chrissy climbed all the way to the third floor. Yoking up on the Facelock to show everyone her prey wasn’t going anywhere, Chrissy treated the crowd to a parade wave that turned into an upraised middle finger before transitioning into a hard slap of Burlingame’s backside.
“Enjoy your time in my highlight reel, putz.” the Killer Imp chided. “And don’t ever stick your nose in my business again!” She dipped her knees and dropped backward, meaning to plant Sue’s skull from more than ten feet up only to discover the both of them were anchored in place because Burlingame had grabbed hold of the top rope like a coward. “Desperate beeyotch.” Daniel gave up her trunk grip to deliver several clubbing Overhead Forearm Smashes across her rival’s shoulders. “F*cking let go of that before I HEY, DON’T WHOAANNNNGGGGHHH!”
Susannah did as ordered, unfortunately for Chrissy she grabbed hold of the blonde’s ankles and wrenched her feet out from underneath! The resultant drop was short as it was painful, with the Beach Cat landing in an awkward seat before slopping backward into a most unwelcome Tree of Woe. “Ruuuhhh…ropes. ROPES!” Chrissy shouted to the official even as she watched Burlingame rising to her full height. “GET THAT RICH BYTCH AWAY FROM ME, I’M IN THE ROP-HHHRRRRGGGGGGGHHH!”
The Rainmaker leapt into the lights, twisted sideways on her way down and brought the point of her right knee THWHUMPING down on Chrissy’s fulsome curves with a massive Knee Drop that tore the former World Champion from her perch and deposited her in a ruined heap on the canvas below. As for Sue, she rolled to center ring and popped to her feet only to drop to one knee with both arms spread wide.
Already loud, the capacity crowd focused their cacophony into a chant of ‘ACE! ACE! ACE!’ when Burlingame got up and stormed back to Chrissy. Snatching the battered blonde by one wrist, Sue draaaaaaaaagged her away from the ropes cavewoman-style, then hauled her up and-- no preamble or theatrics, the Bankable Bombshell just leapt, wrapped her arms around Daniel’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on her back to DRIVE Chrissy into the deck courtesy the Ace Crusher.
Still holding the Facelock after impact, Susan back-rolled into a seat on her opponent’s lower back and neatly draped the blonde’s left arm over her left thigh while simultaneously transforming the Three Quarters grip into a full on Inverted Facelock. Root Of All Evil, Sue Burlingame to Chrissy Daniel.
ACE CRUSHER TO ROOT OF ALL EVIL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mx0H_vFEKI
Heels set deep, Burlingame craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the Inverted Facelock to put even more strain on Chrissy’s neck and spine. “TAP OUT CHRISSY!” Sue bellowed as she bounced and jounced on the Imp’s increasingly contorted spine.
“NO! F*CK YOU!” Daniel ripped and tore at Burlingame’s strangling arm, though with only one hand available her efforts amounted to very little. “I’M NOT GONNA SUBMIT TO A RICH SLUT LIKE YOOOOOHHHHH GAAAAAAAAWD STAAAAAAAAHHP! STAAAAAAHP, I GIVE! I GIVE!”
Sue, who’d leaned back so far she had an upside down of the fans directly behind her, continued to pull and tug until the clang of the bell yielded confirmation from the Announcer. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission…SUE BURLINGAME!”
Releasing her grip with a flourish, the heiress got to her feet and promptly planted one between Chrissy’s shoulders for an appropriately domineering victory pose when Craig raised her hand.
“Who’s the baddest?” she asked the crowd with a knowing grin.
‘SUE!’
“Who’s the best?”
‘SUE!’
“Who’s the hottest?”
‘SUE!’
“And who’s the goddamned Ace?”
‘SUE! SUE! SUE!’
Bona fides secure for another night, Burlingame strode to the far corner and mounted the second rope to better acknowledge all those who acknowledged her. She’d saluted from two corners and was on her way to the third when she realized she was being watched. Standing at the top of the ramp was a willowy, long-haired blonde that the veteran knew only by reputation. Never one to choose subtlety when there was any other option, Sue climbed the ropes instead of the corner and raised a beckoning hand for her visitor. “Got something to say?” she called over the curious roar of the FAWNatics. “Come on down here, we’ll have a nice chat.”
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
‘Bad’ Penny Tremblay actually felt the amassed gaze of the crowd shift to her in response to Burlingame’s offer. After a moment’s pause, she started down the aisle…only to pause after a few steps. “Not yet.” she murmured. “But soon. Sooner than you’d like, Ace.” Tremblay raised one hand for a condescending wave, then turned around and vanished through the curtain.
“That‘s what you think, I’m notoriously impatient.” Burlingame said to no one in particular. “And if you make me wait too long, I might just decide to find you first.”