Post by hawkeye on Mar 6, 2022 23:44:58 GMT
The murmur of the crowd rose to an expectant buzz as the arena lights dimmed without warning. A trio of spotlights knifed through the darkness, all merging at the head of the ramp. In time with this came the mournful tolling of a bell and, soon after, a plaintive guitar riff marked the opening of AC/DC’s 'Hell’s Bells', the music roiling through the arena. Shortly thereafter the curtains parted and Hades in the form of a legendary FAWN tag team was unleashed. The roar from the crowd reached a crescendo as Belle’s Hellions take center stage.
The illustrious partners wore bustiers, Ivy's a dark scarlet trimmed in black, and Cynthia's the opposite color scheme, with black lace panties; each also sported a black lace garter around the upper right thigh. Both went barefoot. Their hair, which usually hung loose and wild, was teased up in a manner that suggested both sophistication and tempestuousness. Each was adorned with a red carnation, which they removed and tossed to their fans.
IVY BELLE ARMSTRONG:
CYNTHIA MITCHELL:
They blew kisses to the Hellraisers as they worked their way down the aisle, each giving appreciative winks to those who brandished signs of support. When they pass one placard that demanded 'HOLLAH FOR THE HELLIONS!!!' both Southern gals gave a whooping rebel yell answered in kind by thousands.
Fortified by the support and the opportunity to once again stamp their seal on the FAWN Tag Division, the Hellions made their way to the ring with an atmosphere of supreme self-confidence. The eyes of every man and more than a few women were riveted on the duo, feasting upon their forbidden beauty, drinking in the glory of past and present. Ivy and Cynthia understood this, the veterans clearly energized to take down the team holding hardware that rightfully belonged to them.
Climbing the steps to the apron, each Hellion entered in her own inimitable style. For Cynthia this meant bending over and stepping between the ropes slooooooowly to give the appreciative crowd behind her a healthy display of her fabled backside. As for Ivy, she leaned back against the ropes, then did a backward flip over them, the most accomplished pair of legendary legs in the sport on full outstretched display as she floated through a slow, languid arc arc into the ring.
With the celebrated partners in the ring, each dashed for their own corners, bounding up the turnbuckles to the middle ropes. They signaled title straps would be across their abs by the end of the night and the crowd went bananas, the cheers cascading throughout the bowl.
Descending to the canvas, Armstrong and Mitchell moved to and meet in their corner as their anthem faded. Finally sensing his opportunity, the Announcer called out, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, they are the challlengers. Hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina and Uriah, Alabama respectively...tipping the scales at a collective 240 pounds, CYNTHIA MITCHELL AND IVY BELLE ARMSTRONG, TOGETHER THEY ARE BELLE'S HELLIONS!”
Somehow the assembled produced even more noise for the FAWN originals, Ivy looking for her second tag title run and Cynthia, having also had two with her sister Sophie, in search of an unprecedented fourth stint holding Tag Team gold. Heads together to discuss last minute strategy, the Hellions kept their attention on the stage to better mark the arrival of the soon to be former Tag Team Champions.
With the challengers properly situated, the Announcer resumed his duties, “And introducing their opponents! Hailing from Bridgeport, California and Stovington, Vermont respectively and weighing in at combined total of two hundred and forty-four pounds. They are the Neo-Noir Knockout VERONICA TREYMANE and the Girl that Gravity Forgot, LILY BURLINGAME! Together they are the FAWN Tag Team Champions… COSMIC NOIR!”
The low lights of the Crimson Comet’s entrance were interrupted by a tongue of flamesparking out of the floor at the bottom of the ramp and burning rapidly up its wick until itreached the pool of darkness at the top. And all at once the predicted explosion of noise and pyrowent off, a huge KA-BOOM of red bursting loud enough to swallow the introductory riff of 'Comeback Kid’. When the lights came back the music immediately cut to the first verse of‘Machine Gun Blues’ and the Heartbroken mob roared for all they were worth togreet the Galactic Gumshoes.
LILY BURLINGAME:
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Hands on her hips as she surveyed the fans before honing in on the challengers, Lily noted, “Two former World Champs last month, two former World Champs this month. Sooner or later they're gonna run out.”
“Not before we get another shot at Ky and Emily.” Treymane noted. “Quakes too. Those pudgy little meddlers are officially on my list.”
“No complaints here. We'll beat the winners next month and the losers at Spring Break. Gotta go through Hell first, though.”
Veronica smiled, raised her replica Thompson. “Perfect. I've always loved the scenic route.”
On that note the Star Strider hoisted her invisible detonator overhead and brought her thumb down to get an earth-shattering ‘KA-BOOM!’ from the FAWNatics and an explosive line of pyro from Veronica’s barking iron. When it fell silent Treymane and Burlingame blew smoke off the barrel, then started toward the ring with the Crimson Comet a few steps ahead.
For tonight's battle against former champions of the single and tag team variety, Lily wore a gleaming dark purple variation of her usual midnight blue and starry white halter and bottoms, galaxies swirling and shimmering with her every move. Her knee pads were white on one side and purple on the other, matching her togs perfectly. Behind her, the Gorgeous Gangster wore matching togs, the purple replacing charcoal gray in her usual boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, as did her pads and wrist-tape, while her boots were a matching purple.
They were about halfway to the squared circle when Burlingame raised her right hand and started a silent countdown.
Three.
Two.
One.
Blastoff!
The Girl That Gravity Forgot went flying down the rest of the ramp to leap onto the apron in a single bound. From there she raced along the narrow ledge to the far corner, the top of which she reached just as easily. This display of effortless acrobatics was capped off with a soaring and undeniably gorgeous back-flip which landed her perfectly within the confines of the squaredcircle. A couple heartbeats passed and Veronica slid in behind her, the Magnificent Moll having doffed her coat and Thompson as soon as the countdown began.
A jaunty pose with both belts raised to the rafters earned a loud roar from the Star Gazers and the quick arrival of one Al Carpenter, who checked over their pads and boots in short order. “Gonna need you on your toes tonight, sheamus.” 'Ronnie told the zebra while Lily headed to the Noir corner. “We don't need a repeat of last month, understand?”
Al grimaced at the memory of the Carnage wrought by the Quakes. “Don't worry, Veronica. It won't happen again.”
That seemed to satisfy the blonde, though it didn't stop her from pointing a finger gun in his direction before she joined her partner.
No discussion from either team about who would start, Ivy simply took point for the Hellions and Veronica answered for Cosmic Noir. “Been looking forward to this for quite a spell, sugar.” the redhead admitted as they drew close enough to begin circling. “It's a real shame to see the Quakes take a bit of your shine off last month, but we'll deal with 'em for ya once the belts are back where they belong.”
“Titles are right where the belong, Daisy.” Veronica replied. Her tone was light but her eyes were not, it was clear the Dangerous Dame was still seething over the vicious interruption at Heartbroken. “Of course you're welcome to try and take them from us, but you might find it more of a fight than you'd anticipated.”
Armstrong smirked, the FAWN original not impressed by Treymane's view of the situation. “First off, it's Ivy, not Daisy. Get it right or Ah'll slap your mouth 'round to the back of your head. Second, ain't no fight that you and the rich girl can bring that me and Cyn can't beat. You don't believe that now, but you will by the time that bell sounds again.”
Veronica's dark eyes narrowed as her hands came up for the clench. “That so? Go ahead and prove it... DaisNNNGGGHHH!”
Ivy let her have it with a CRACKING Bitch Slap that put her opponent's head on a swivel. “Warned ya, girlie.” she murmured over the 'ooooohhhh' of the crowd. “Disrespect me at your own perNNNGGH!”
'Ronnie slapped her right back, the big blonde putting enough behind the blow to knock the former champion back a half step. “Respect is earned, Armstrong. So are titles. You of all people should know--”
The Alabama Slamma' pounced on her adversary, one hand flying to Treymane's chin while the other sank deep into the blonde's long locks. The hair-hold meant it was illegal from the outset but Veronica didn't complain, instead she mirrored Ivy's grip and shoved back against Ivy's encroachment. Both ladies stood 5'8 but the Pinstripe Powerhouse had almost fifteen pounds on her challenger and it wasn't long before she had Armstrong marching toward a neutral corner. Not that Ivy went quietly mind you, she continued to yank at Veronica's hair while mashing her fingers into the blonde's cheeks in a painful (and embarrassing) fish-face. None of it deterred Treymane from her plan,which entailed stuffing Armstrong back against the buckles before tummying up on her like she meant to simply walk through the trapped redhead.
“Get offa me, dammit!” Ivy snapped. “I'm in the ropes!”
“Rrrgghh... let go of my face and Ah'll consider--”
“All right, all right, outta each other's hair right now!” Al Carpenter barked as he strode up beside the action. “What're you two, new? Hands up, lets have a clean break!”
The former World Champions regarded one another with baleful eyes before raising their hands in a show of grudging compliance. “You picked a bad night to run your mouth, Armstrong.” Veronica warned as she took a couple steps back.
“Sounds like you picked a bad night to forget who you're dealing with, sugar.” Ivy returned. “Ah'll show ya though. Give you a real thorough understanding of my bona fides, all up close and personal, if you catch my meaning. And Ah think you do.”
“Big talk from a girl who needs a ref to scrape her out of the cornHRGH!”
Armstrong planted a foot against the middle turnbuckle and pushed off to ensure she had plenty of momentum when she swept Veronica into a more traditional example of the Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Knowing she had to neutralize the blonde's strength advantage as quickly as possible, Ivy pumped a pair of Kneelifts into Treymane's midsection, then whipped around in a half circle and reached over her right shoulder with both hands to catch 'Ronnie's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. A simple trip to one knee resulted in the Dangerous Dame getting somersaulted onto her butt, a position she still occupied when Armstrong went up on tiptoes and THWHACKED the blades of her hands down on either side of Treymane's neck in a perfect Mongolian Chop!
Veronica groaned, started to roll to one knee and got grabbed by the shoulders for her troubles. In the next instant Armstrong dropped to a seat, slipped her legs around the other wrestler's waist and began to squeeeeeeeeeeeeeze. “Feel that?” Ivy braced her hands against the mat and hoisted her hips up by a good six inches to add that much more pressure. “That's your ribs trying to shift, sugar. Problem is, there's not enough room in there for them to hide, not from me anyway. That's why you need to tap before they snNGH! NGH! NNNRRRRHHHH! So that's how it's gonna be?”
Treymane, who'd done plenty of research on Ivy's tactics as soon as the match was made, continued to grind the point of her right elbow into the redhead's pale thigh. “You think I'm gonna just let you squeeze me out, Daisy?” she grunted. “You're damned right this is how it's going to beeee-WHOOAHNGH!”
Armstrong slipped her hands under Veronica's biceps to wrench her arms overhead in a Full Nelson. Once those were out of the way she rolled onto her back to draw the other wrestler into her lap, then popped her hips to DRIVE Treymane's tush into the canvas-sheathed plywood with a heavy THWHUMP!
“Then Ah hope you like getting that flat ass paddled, sugar.” Ivy chided. “Because it belongs to me nowHEYRRRGGHH!”
Surprise from both Hellions and some pleased applause from Lily Burlingame when Veronica wrenched free of the Full Nelson and clamped her left hand down on the meat of Ivy's right thigh in a white-knuckle claw! Not content with one handful when she was getting attacked from both sides, the Magnificent Moll mirrored her grip on Armstrong's left thigh and dug in deep, Treymane working hard to slot her thumb into the deep crease that the challenger's thighs from her briefs. Shaking her head 'no' as she fought off the biting pain, Armstrong grunted, “Leggo of my legs, sugar. Don't make me make--”
“You know you'll have to, Daisy.” 'Ronnie interrupted. “So don't waste my tiOOOOWWWWW!”
Ivy could've raked her nails down the blonde's back, so it spoke volumes that she reached around and tore into Treymane's rack instead! Veronica yelped and instinctively went to cover up, which allowed Armstrong to snatch hold of her wrists and yank her arms back at a sharp angle. “Gotcha now, sugar!” Ivy relinquished the Bodyscissors only to bring her legs up and around Treymane's biceps, the redhead crossing her ankles against the nape of her foe's neck to secure an agonizing Lotus Lock! “ASK HER!” Ivy shouted to Al even as she pushed up as high as she could go.
LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zrizwHtokVg
“Sounds like a quitter to me, Ivy!” Cynthia called from the Hellion's side of town. “She won't last long!”
“Ignore that crap, 'Ronnie!” Lily added her two cents. “You're tougher than those beanpoles, we both know it!”
Carpenter tuned all of this out so he could focus on his charge when he asked, “What do you say, Veronica?” Need to throw in the towel?”
“We took these titles from McGinty and Stipanovic.” she huffed, “You really think I'd drop 'em to a chick who skips leg dayYYAARRHH!”
Ivy thrust her hips forward at least half a dozen times, a rough bulldog-like shake that had Treymane groaning and scuffing her heels against the canvas. “What the hell did you just say to me?” Armstrong asked. “Ah know what Ah THOUGHT Ah heard, but that can't be right because no one's stupid enough to disrespect me like oh dammit!”
Not quite as vulnerable as she appeared, the Dangerous Dame set her feet flat and backed up until she was braced against Ivy's haunches and the redhead's shoulders were pressed to the mat for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
The Alabama Slamma' relinquished the Lotus and rolled away to prevent the Hellions' early dismissal with a full second to spare. Meanwhile, Veronica scrambled to boot-leather and-- Ivy took to the skies and would've stuffed her feet in the blonde's face if Treymane hadn't swatted them aside at the last second! Dropkick deflected, Armstrong hit the deck tummy-first before tumbling onto her back to catch her-- “OOOFFFFFHH!” The Pinstripe Powerhouse took a page out her partner's playbook by leaping into the air and CRASHING down with all her weight on Ivy's midsection!
Ivy's legs kicked up so Veronica cradled one but she couldn't even draw it close before the redhead twisted loose from the would-be cover. Noting that their efforts had moved them considerably closer to the champion's corner, Veronica got up and stepped over Ivy so there was a boot set beside either hip. From there she bent down, grabbed hold of the southerner's biceps and lifted 'em into the air. “Come on over here, Daisy. I've got something to show you.” Treymane explained as she led / dragged her foe to within an easy tag from Lily. The heiress raised her hand for exactly that, but 'Ronnie shook her head 'no'. “Not yet, I just wanted her to have a better view of who was gonna crush her from the top rope a little later.”
“The hell she wiLLLLEEERRRGGGHHH!” Ivy's defiance became a pained groan when Veronica sat down on the small of her back and draped those captured arms over the planks of her thighs. A snug Chinlock strapped across her jaw ensured Armstrong couldn't do more than shake her head 'no' when Al approached to check on the situation.
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyC3AnQZ7Lk
“Keep an eye on Cynthia.” Veronica asked Lily even as she continued to stretch Ivy's spine to an uncomfortable degree. “Don't want her trying to butt in when she realizes her partner's about to quit.”
“Ooohhhh sugar,” Armstrong hissed through clenched teeth. “You're just BEGGING for me to sit on that pretty little face aren't OOOOWWW BITCH!”
Treymane released the Chinlock and affixed her hands to Ivy's bounty instead, the Pinstripe Powerhouse making a point to avenge her earlier embarrassment as quickly and painfully as possible. “Were you saying something, Daisy?” Veronica chided over the salacious roar of the FAWNatics. “Sounded like you talking more trash but something got caught in your throat.”
“Suuhhh...saying you better get as well as you give, blondie.” Armstrong answered through gritted teeth. “Because Ah promise your ass is gonna GET ITUUNNGGGHH!”
The Dangerous Dame shifted back to an earlier grip on the redhead's biceps so she could stand up and drop right back down, Treymane driving every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds into the hollow of Armstrong's spine. This impact stunned Ivy long enough for 'Ronnie to drag her a little bit closer to the Cosmic Noir corner and that's when she reached out and 'clapped' Lily into the fray. “Got her tied up nice and tight for ya, 'Lil.” Treymane noted as the Crimson Comet vaulted over the top rope. “But I'm sure you can make it even tighter.”
“Sounds like a challenge. You know how I love a challenge.” Aware that Veronica was maintaining the Camel Clutch to aid in her opening gambit, Burlingame positioned herself with her left foot planted between Ivy's squirming legs, then bent down and collected an ankle in either hand.
“DOUBLE TEAMING!” Cynthia shouted from across the squared circle even as Lily folded her partner's right ankle into the pit of her left knee and wedged her left shin against the back of her left thigh. “WHERE'S THE COUNT, CARPENTER?”
Al didn't acknowledge the question because the count was already in progress, in fact it had reached 'THREE!' just as Lily finished knotting her foe's stems together. This served as Treymane's cue to leave, the Pinstripe Powerhouse abandoning the Camel Clutch without a word of complaint. Any relief that Ivy felt over this was promptly replaced with dismay when the Star Strider arched backward in a beautiful bridge, hooked a Chinlock of her own and craaaaaaaaanked up on an agonizing Reverse STF!
REVERSE STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-7BPhItEC8
“AAAAAGGHHHH SHIT!” the Alabama Slamma' yowled as Burlingame picked up right where Treymane left off working over her neck.
“What do you say, Ivy?” Al asked after several seconds of straining brought no real progress from the challenger. “Need me to call for the bell?”
“Ah am the belle, Mr. Man.” she grunted. “And Ah don't need your help with anyHHRRRGGHH!”
Lily applied even more pressure, so much so that Ivy's chest and upper body began to peel off the mat. “Don't be stupid, Ivy.” Burlingame huffed as she piled on. “You're trapped, so tap out. I'll let you go soon as the bell sounds, I'm not here to torture anyOOOWWWWWW F*CK!”
Armstrong wasn't about to take the word of someone trying to yank the head off her shoulders (especially not a damned Yankee) so she grabbed hold of Lily's wrists and pushed up rather than trying to prize them apart. Doing so slid the heiress' knotted hands over her mouth and Armstrong set to work chomping her way out! Lily broke her grip within seconds so Ivy scramble-crawled to the edge and grabbed the bottom rope with both hands. “BREAK!” she shouted. “Get off me, rich girl. Don't make me tell you UFFH!”
Lily actually did as Ivy demanded, so quickly in fact that the ref didn't have to make his own request. Alas this wasn't for Armstrong's benefit, rather it was to ensure she was still recovering from the STF when Burlingame stepped onto her back with both feet and began to run in place, the former Lightweight Champion holding onto the top rope to make sure she didn't lose her balance. “Enough of that, Lily.” Al warned. “She's in the ropes. ONE! TWO! THREE!” Burlingame stepped onto the middle rope and launched herself as high as she could go while still remaining tethered to the top strand. The result was a massive Double Foot Stomp THWHUMPED into the center of the challenger's back, Ivy flailing like she'd just been compacted by someone twice Lily's size.
SPRINGBOARD STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHTJbLVhwpE
Snagging hold of Armstrong's ankle and wrist the instant she'd hopped clear, Burlingame draaaaaaaagged her back to the middle of the ring so there was no hope of a break when she dropped down and turned the redhead over in search of an early...
ONE...
TWO...
Cynthia came through the ropes as insurance but Ivy escaped unassisted with a full second to spare. Lily paid Mitchell's encroachment no mind, though Treymane shot her a hard look as she returned to the apron. “That's what you get for biting.” the heiress explained as she pulled Ivy upright with a double handful of hair. “Try it again and you'll get more of the saNNNGGGHH!”
Armstrong answered with her own hair-hold which allowed her to wedge her head beneath the point of Lily's chin and then drop to her knees! The Jawbreaker put a shimmy into Burlingame's legs without actually making her cede much space, meaning she was still well within striking range when Ivy stood up and CRA-CRACKED a pair of Knife-Edge Chops across her chest! “Ya did pretty good against me when Ah was already down.” Armstrong muttered to the retreating lightweight. “Let's see how you fare when Ah'm standing NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Burlingame answered that question with three Chops of her own, the Roseate Rocket making a point to deliver each and every one across the angry pink welt developing across Ivy's chest. Catching hold of the redhead's wrist when Armstrong went to swat her away, Lily stepped back, dropped her hips and sent the former World Champion on her way with a snappy Irish WhNO! Ivy dug in her heels and sent Burlingame in her place, a reversal that the heiress didn't seem to mind in the slightest. She was still several steps from the ropes when she took flight, Lily gliding through the aether in an effortless hop that set her down on the second strand just long enough to shoot backward and around for a glorious Springboard Crossbody that “GUUUUUUHHHH!”
A gasp from Lily transformed into a groan from the audience when Ivy got her hands up and dropped to one knee to bring the airborne battler THUMPING down atop the posted joint! Burlingame coughed and tumbled away from the unpleasant landing though she couldn't move fast enough to prevent Ivy from catching hold of her hair. “Why ya rollin' that way, speedy?” Armstrong chuckled as she got to her feet with Lily trailing in her wake. “The real fun's over here!”
In this case 'here' was the Hellions' side of the ring, which was exactly where the Alabama Slamma' walked her after securing the Front Facelock. Cynthia was understandably eager for a tag but Ivy didn't oblige her just yet. Instead she threw the champion's near arm across her shoulders, then grabbed a handful of Lily's waistband and powered her into the rafters for a gorgeous Vertical Supl-- Ivy stepped forward and tossed her burden back the way she came, Burlingame descending at top speed to land gut-first across the rubber-coated steel! A sympathetic groan from the crowd couldn't cover the nauseating TWANG of Burlingame's impact, nor did it provide any comfort when she hit the canvas on her shoulder and hip.
“I like her better when she's slowed down like this.” Mitchell noted as Armstrong admired her handiwork. “Makes her much easier to tolerate.”
“And to stretch.” Ivy added. “Ready to have a go?”
“Thought you'd never ask.”
Careful to deliver a few stomps to Lily's midriff before scraping her off the mat, Armstrong sidled in on the smaller wrestler's left flank and snaked her left leg around that thigh while angling her torso across Burlingame's back so she could dip beneath Lily's right arm. With her left hand pressing down on Lily's left shoulder, Ivy flattened her right hand into a paddle and administered half a dozen spanking SLAPS to her ribs before clamping down in a harsh Belly Claw! “Go on, reach for those ropes if you want, cuddlebug.” Armstrong chided as Lily began to squirm and writhe in the confines of the Abdominal Stretch. “You don't think Cyn would do anything untoward, do you?”
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pyIznwMgGec
Cynthia, who was already leeeeeeeeeeeaning back with the top rope in both hands, batted her eyes and said, “Who, me? Perish the thought!”
“Hrrrgghh...who needs the ropes?” Lily huffed. “Neither of you has what it takes to hold me for long!”
“That so?” Armstrong's tone went cold. “Think you might be mistaken, rich girRGH! RGH! RGH!”
Burlingame raised her left arm as high as she could, then brought the point of her elbow down on Ivy's thigh no less than half a dozen times. Had they been in the center of the ring she may very well have escaped the redhead's grasp or even slipped around for a Stretch of her own, unfortunately she was practically sandwiched between the challengers and Ivy wasted no time tagging in the Cynful One when it looked like Burlingame might slip away.
Clouting Lily with a single quick Slap while she was still on the apron, Mitchell dipped through the ropes and stuffed a few hard Kneelifts into the champion's belly. “You like the double teaming, cupcake?” Cynthia crooked both hands into talons and affixed them to lightweight's taut flank. “Well so do we! And you're gonna find out that we're better at it.”
“C'MON AL!” Veronica complained as her partner was punished by the pair of veterans. “WHERE'S THE COUNT?”
“She's right, ladies.” Carpenter told the Hellions. “Time to get to your corner, Ivy.”
“Ohhhh, but we all want to hear you count!” Armstrong giggled even as she grabbed hold of Lily's hair and tugged as hard as she could. The ref gave 'em a brisk 'FOUR!' that ended with Ivy relinquishing the Abdominal Stretch only for Cynthia to take over once she'd dragged the Crimson Comet out to the middle of the ring.
“What's matter, little Lily?” Mitchell draaaaaaagged her nails across Burlingame's midriff in between squeezes and slaps. “Starting to realize you're in the ring with champions and not poseurs?”
“You sure run your mouth like a poseur.” Lily grunted as she strained to escape the painful hold. “I'd ask how you still have so much energy, but clearly it's because Ivy's carrying your dead-weight assSSEERRGGH!”
The middle Mitchell didn't much care for that assessment and she let her displeasure be known in the form of a splay-fingered claw she gouged deep into her opponent's exposed flank! “That's rich, coming from you.” Cyn moved the tip of her index finger into Burlingame's navel and pushed like she meant to touch the heiress' spine. “Treymane could've started calling herself the FAWN Handicap Match Champion the day after 'Mania and there's not a woman in the locker room who would've batted an NGH! NGH! NNNNHHHHH!”
Lily crooked her left arm into a 'V' and jabbed it into the meat of Mitchell's right thigh before grrrrrriiiiiiiinding the bony joint back 'n forth. “Kiss my ass, hun.” Burlingame snapped as she tried to raise an ugly bruise on the challenger's leg. “I busted FAWN's strongest legs to win these belts, I've got no problem shutting FAWN's biggest mouth to keep thHRRMMHHHH!”
Cynthia pulled her hand away from the heiress' midsection and snugged it across her mouth and nose, the former World Champion making a point to pinch the latter between her thumb and forefinger! “You're the one getting silenced tonight, beeyotch.” Mitchell chided as a wide-eyed Lily twisted and squirmed to escape the HOM smother. “But given your attitude I might decide to wake you up after the bell for a little celebratory humiliation. New champ's privilege, ya knOOOOWWW!”
The Roseate Rocket couldn't slip loose so she chewed instead, Lily just gnashing and chomping on the challenger's encroaching palm! Al and Ivy both called out the biting at once, Cynthia however only scowled and wrenched her hand away from that hungry maw. The abrupt return of oxygen to her system allowed Lily to take a deep breath, unfortunately this relief also meant she was distracted at the precise moment Mitchell reared back and clouted her upside the head with a huge Forearm Smash! Burlingame grunted and sagged in the taller wrestler's clutches, which allowed Cyn to slap the champ's tush a few times before raising her free hand high overhead. “Listen close, y'all!” she called to all the hellraisers in attendance. “You're about to hear those two beautiful words, 'AND NEW!'”
The resultant roar hadn't reached its crescendo when the Cynful One brought that arm scything down and in to hook between the lightweight's thighs while the redhead simultaneously twisted backward to PLANT Burlingame on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy of the Carolina Spiral! The maneuver left Lily stacked high and tight but Mitchell strengthened her hooks by throwing her right leg over Lily's upturned left thigh just as Al dove in to count off the...
ABDOMINAL STRETCH DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vr4CH8zAW68
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Resilient even after getting planted at the bottom of a crater, Burlingame popped her hips to flop onto her stomach before the titles could plunge from the heavens to the flames. Allowing herself a sigh of relief, 'Ronnie clapped her hands and called, “Hold on 'Lil, you got this!”
“This ass beating?” Mitchell scoffed. “You're right about that. “Scrawny little Yankee's catching all of it and more!”
“Stuff it, Daisy.” Treymane countered. “Unless you want to come over here and say it to my--”
Cynthia picked Lily up with a double handful of hair, then dipped her head and wedged it beneath Burlingame's left arm. In the next instant she pressed her left hand to the back of Lily's left thigh and looped her right arm around the Crimson Comet's waist, all the better to hoist her up onto the ball of the challenger's right shoulder. Lily kicked her legs in a valiant effort to escape, alas all she really did was show off her squirming backside for a few seconds before Mitchell slung her down and sank to one knee, the malicious middle Mitchell just THUMPING Burlingame's tailbone with a huge Atomic Drop!
The butt-bludgeoning tactic left Lily in a slumped seat facing her own corner with Cynthia hunched over directly behind. Taking the heiress' left wrist in her right hand and vice versa, Mitchell pulled those captured arms up level with her rival's chin, however she didn't apply any real pressure until she went up on tiptoes and dropped to one knee, Cyn just driving the bony dagger between Burlingame's shoulders as she yaaaaaaanked back on the Straitjacket Choke.
STRAIGHTJACKET CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BiW0MnJF2vY
Lily coughed, jostled and then groaned, her predicament made all the more unpleasant when Mitchell ground the point of her chin into the crown of her skull. Rather than ask for a surrender, she lifted her eyes to Veronica and asked, “You wanna kiss your ass goodbye right now, 'Ronnie? Or you wanna give Lily's cheeks a little smooch first?”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse tightened her grip on the top rope so she wouldn't vault over and make things worse for her partner. Once she had her temper reigned in, she replied, “Lily's more than enough for the likes of you, Daisy. I want a REAL fight from someone named Mitchell? I'll look up Sophie.”
Cynthia growled, made Lily pay for Treymane's mouth by tightening the Straitjacket. “Hear that little girl?” she asked the flushed fighter. “'Ronnie thinks you can take me all by your lonesome. What does it feel like to know you're only going to disappoint--”
Silence from the challenger when Burlingame twisted sharply to the left. Her wrists remained trapped snug as ever, but she slipped clear of Mitchell's knee and pushed to one of her own! “That's right Lil', that's right!” Veronica was pounding the top turnbuckle with her free hand in the hopes this persuasive percussion would rally the FAWNatics to Burlingame's side. “Daisy can't hold you, get up and fight her off!”
That's exactly what the Star Strider did, the first part anyway. Without Mitchell's knee restricting her movement she was able to slooooowly return to verticality accompanied by a wave of applause from the Star Gaze--“NNNNGGGHH!” Cynthia went up on tiptoe and dropped to her butt to tear Burlingame loose from her moorings and down onto the back of her head with a huge Reverse Mat Slam! The jolt shot Lily's legs straight into the air, but Mitchell maintained the Straitjacket instead of trying for a cover.
“So you beat the strongest legs in FAWN to win those titles, did you?” Cynthia smirked as she drew the champ's noggin between her thighs. “'Fraid I'm gonna have to call bullshit on that, buttercup. Because you ain't never beat THESE legs!”
Just like that Cyn crossed her ankles and began to squeeeeeeeeeze the pressure of her already dangerous Headscissors made all the more vile by the constriction of the Straitjacket. “HHHRRRGGHH!” Burlingame beat her heels against the canvas and rocked from side to side, the former Lightweight Champion giving it all to escape the steely confines of her opponent's stems.
“ASK HER!” Cynthia barked to Al after only a few seconds. “SEE IF THIS CANDY-ASS IS READY TO HAND THOSE BELTS BACK TO REAL CHAMPIONS!”
Carpenter moved in to check on the challenger's demand while the ladies on the apron regarded one another with wary, calculating eyes. “You're just gonna want to stay right where you are, sugar.” the Alabama Slamma' told Treymane. “Try to interfere and Ah'll make you a sorrier, wiser soul.”
Veronica ground her teeth, swallowed an answer for Ivy and turned her attention to Lily instead. “You've got this, Lil'! Ignore Daisy's mouth and just power your way to the ropes!”
“Easier said than done, loser!” Cynthia spoke to Treymane, though her attention remained focused on the stubbornly defiant champion. “You're not the one getting your head squashed like a gra--” Mitchell trailed off into silence when Lily thrashed even harder, the grounded grappler thumping and bumping the toes of her boots to within six inches of the bottom rope. Pretty face showing frustration for the first time, Cynthia released the Straitjacket so she could lean forward over the brunette and SMECK a claw down on her belly. “Give dammit!” she demanded. “Those belts belong around our waists and you know--”
“BRUHEAK!” Lily gargled over the roar of the crowd when she finally laid a heel atop the bottom the rope. “Break, you bitch! Get offa meeHHRRMMHH!”
Cynthia abandoned the Scissors only to scramble forward and sat down, planting the full weight of her glutes atop the startled, upturned nose of her opposition! “PUCKER UP, BUTTERCUP!” Mitchell shouted as she yanked Lily's feet away from the ropes and bundled them under her armpits for a Reverse Matchbook that lasted through the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRE--“OOOOWW F*CKING BITCH!”
The Cynful One bounced up from her perch and scurried away with one hand pressed to the red teeth-shaped welt that marred one sturdy cheek! “Oh cutie, you're f*cking dead.” Mitchell hissed under her breath as she circled back toward the flagging tag champ. Cutting across the ring on a razor-sharp diagonal to intercept Burlingame before she could return to the Noir corner, Cynthia snatched the heiress' right wrist and yanked her into a Kneelift, then stepped off and dropped a shoulder to send her hurtling into a neutral corner with an Irish Whip. Lily couldn't slow down but she did turn around, not that this let her do much more than hook her arms over the top rope after she BWUNGED against the buckles. She was shivering but stable when Mitchell roared in and skewered her belly with a huge Dropkick!
Jaw gaping wide as her arms went loose and she plopped to a seat, Burlingame could only sit there and suck wind while a smirking Cynthia turned around and waggled her hips in ominous anticipation. “You already helped yourself to a little bite,” Mitchell purred as she grabbed the top rope in both hands. “Now it's time for a whole faceful!”
This was greeted by roars from the Hellraisers and jeers from the Stargazers, though the reaction grew much more uniform when Cynthia stuffed her buns back into Lily's face and set about an enthusiastic campaign of callipygian cruelty! Burlingame voiced a muffled shriek and slapped at those grinding glutes over and over again, but(t) Mitchell's technique was flawless and her routine only came to an end when Al reached 'FOUR!' on his count. Strutting away from the greasy-faced lightweight with both hands thrown overhead in a jaunty 'V', Cynthia made a beeline for Veronica only to stop short and wheel around for cheeky little slap followed by a theatrical adjustment of her distended briefs.
“Don't think the fun's over just yet, ladies!” Mitchell told both champions as she made her way to the corner opposite Lily. “Hell, we're not even halfway there!”
On that promise she was off to the races, Cynthia sprinting across the squared circle before she hopped up and-- “HHGGGHHH!” The Crimson Comet scraped herself off the buckles and did some hopping of her own, short, strictly vertical effort that culminated with the THUMPING both boots into the pit of her opponent's stomach!
Shot out of the saddle before she even had a chance to bust Burlingame's bronco, the gut-shot challenger landed hard on her butt before rolling onto her stomach where she quickly struggled to all fours. Elsewhere Lily was much the same, though she looked far more aware of her surroundings than the nauseated North Carolinian.
“GET OVER HERE, LILY!” 'Ronnie shouted to her partner. “C'MON,WHILE SHE'S DO-hey, that works too!” Scrambling to her feet in a burst of motion, the Star Strider threw herself into the strands to Cynthia's left and came out in a flat run that ensured maximum momentum when she dropped backward and THWHACKED the sole of her right boot into the side of Mitchell's skull!
COSMIC CEMENT SHOE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJA7_0e6s58
The impact from Burlingame's version of Treymane's Cement Shoe flipped the Cynful One onto her back, but instead of trying for a cover Lily stood up and took to the sky, the galvanized brunette bringing her knees up to her chin just toSTOMP down on Cynthia's fluttering tummy!
Skipping clear of the gagging grappler immediately thereafter, Burlingame raced to Cosmic Noir's side of town and CLAPPED the Magnificent Moll onto the field to raucous applause! “Stick around for a sec, would ya!” Treymane called to her friend even as she sprang over the ropes. “I got something in mind!” There was no time to wait around for an answer, Veronica was already charging the prone challenger and--THWHUMP! the Pinstripe Powerhouse couldn't match Burlingame for sheer height on her hops, but she landed with considerably more impact as evidenced by the boneless jounce of Cynthia's legs when the former World Champion crashed down on her belly with a Big Splash!
“Get up, Daisy.” Veronica demanded as she filled her hands with Mitchell's dark hair. “Get up right now.”
Cyn couldn't do much more than groan at the moment, meaning she offered no resistance when Treymane snatched a wrist and slung her into the ropes. She started the return trip without incident and the Gorgeous Gangster greeted her with open arms or rather, she swept the middle Mitchell into a Gutwrench and muscled her off her feet for a two-hundred and seventy degree twirl that finished with Cyn THWHAMMED down spine-first across the post of her rival's strong thigh!
TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcZZT1XU4hA
Pressing her right hand to Mitchell's chest to keep her from shuddering loose from the Backbreaker, Treymane moved that hand to between Cynthia's shoulders as she spared a glance toward the corner. “Order up, Lil!”
Lily, who'd stayed close to the corner without actually returning to the apron, wasn't quite sure what 'Ronnie had in mind until the big blonde treated Cyn to a shove that got the FAWN original back on her feet. Doing so put Mitchell in Burlingame's sights and Lily made the most of it by charging and leaping, the Roseate Rocket leading with her knees which she drove into the taller wrestler's shoulders full-force. Now, a Meteora from any angle was quite nasty but this one proved nastier than most because when Cynthia went down she did so across Veronica's waiting knee! The Meteoric Backbreaker turned the brunette inside out, though she didn't stay that way for more than a couple heartbeats before Treymane shot the Half Nelson and flipped her over so she could secure the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Ivy came in from halfway across the ring with a Double Axehandle delivered to the nape of Veronica's neck! “Sorry sugar, it's not gonna end like that.” Armstrong growled as she hauled Treymane off her partner with a massive fistful of hair. “You and Ah still have some differences of opinion that need NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Veronica warmed her foe's tummy with a quick left-right-left combo, then twisted her hair free of Ivy's grip and celebrated with a Bitch Slap that swiveled the redhead's noggin! “Ready to dance again, Daisy?” Treymane raised both hands, beckoning the staggered redhead to close with her. “Let's see how many shots you can land beforeHHRRHH!”
Ivy answered with a Bitch Slap of her own, then followed with a flurry of punches that Veronica returned with furious vigor! “Hey, break it up ladies!” Al barked over the roar of the crowd. “I mean it! Ivy, get back to your corner before--”
The fracas between former World Champions came to an abrupt end when a hollow-eyed Cynthia Mitchell clambered up behind Veronica and raaaaaaked her nails down the blonde's back! “That's right beeyotch, shriek all you want!” The Cynful One snarled as she compounded Treymane's trouble with a nasty left hook to the liver. Taking hold of a shoulder so she could spin 'Ronnie around, Mitchell crouched down, wrapped her arms around the other wrestler's upper thighs and shot upon tiptoe only to come down on one knee for a crotch-thumping Inverted Atomic Drop! “Ivy, take this loser's head off!” Cyn called to her partner in the midst of hauling the knock-kneed Destroyer off her feet again.
Armstrong had been stalling her return to the corner thanks to a complicated argument with Carpenterand suddenly swooped around the zebra to hit the ropes on Cynthia's six—a shout of surprise from Ivy was followed by the distinctive 'THUD' of a body hitting the floor and a bellow of approval from the FAWNatics. Her vantage point meant Cynthia didn't know what happened, but Armstrong's absence meant the problem was Burling--“RRRGGHHH!”
Veronica squirmed to life in Mitchell's grasp, the big blonde pounding a trio of elbow smashes into the crown of her foe's skull! A fourth freed her from Cyn's clutches and also created some much needed space when the staggered challenger lurched around and wandered toward the ropes where her partner had disapp--
“Wrong way, cutie!” Lily, who'd pulled the top rope down to send Ivy tumbling to the mats below, clocked Mitchell between the eyes with a High Kick delivered from the other side of the apron! More wobbly than ever in the unexpected blow, Cynthia backpedaled toward the center of the squared circle and let out a surprised little 'eep!' when Treymane forced her head between the brunette's thighs and boosted her onto her shoulders in a seemingly effortless Electric Chair!
“Catch some air, Lil!” Veronica shouted as she grabbed onto the challenger's wrists. “Let's show 'em how Double Teams are supposed to work!”
Bless his heart, Al Carpenter tried to prevent Burlingame from joining her partner in the ring but he was still several steps shy of his goal when the Crimson Comet leapt onto the top rope and shot herself into the lights, Lily flying at Mitchell feet-first for a Missile Dropkick that hit the big red button on a Doomsday Device! Burlingame caught Cynthia square in the chest and she went tumbling from her perch, the brunette spinning through a three-sixty and then some before hitting the deck flat on her face, chest and belly!
DOOMSDAY DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eANNXPk1XfY
Perfectly aware that she wasn't the legal half of her team, Lily skidded under the bottom rope the instant she touched down so Carpenter wouldn't have any reason to delay the count when Veronica shoveled Cynthia onto her back and hooked the far leg for a domineering...
ONE...
TWO...
THRE--THAWHAM!
The Tag Team Champions had seemingly lost track of Ivy during the recent chaos and she made them pay for this lapse by soaring from Cosmic Noir's own corner to THAWHAM down on Veronica's back with a huge Splash! Utterly unprepared for the redhead's attack, Treymane bounced out of the cover curled up on one side with both hands pressed to her lower back! “Good lord Ivy, I ought to disqualify you right--”
“THEN DO IT, YA PANSY!” Armstrong barked as she grabbed hold of Cynthia's wrists and started draaaaaaaaagging her toward the Hellions corner.
Al grimaced, cast a quick look around and offered a small prayer of thanks when he saw Lily waiting in the champion's corner with the tag rope in one hand. “Don't even think about 'tagging' in if you aren't on the apron, Ivy!” the ref said once he'd returned his attention to the challengers.
Armstrong didn't spare him a look, she was too focused on hauling Mitchell upright and propping her in the corner. “Sorry about the Splash, sugar.” Ivy slipped through the strands, took hold of the tag rope and very deliberately flipped Al off before swatting Mitchell's shoulder. “Promise Ah'll make it up to you in gold, hun.”
Bounding into the ring as a legal competitor for the first time in what felt like ever, the Alabama Slamma' raced at and then by the recovering form of Veronica Treymane so she could PWAK a huge Forearm Smash into the unsuspecting mush of Lily Burlingame! The Maroon Meteor tumbled to the floor with an awkward squawk that Ivy noted only vaguely as she turned around and hopped into a perch on the second rope. “On your feet now, sugar.” Armstrong cooed at the slowly recovering blonde. “You wanna call yourself champion, you better damned well fight like one.” Veronica didn't hear this, she was too busy catching her breath in the wake of that crushing Splash. Back on her feet without quite knowing it, the Dangerous Dame spun toward the champ's corner and-- Ivy dove toward her prey, caught 'Ronnie's noggin in a Front Facelock and clamped on tight to THWONK the crown of Treymane's skull into the deck with a Diving DDT!
DIVING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4PoMoqlnd_c
Veronica rolled through to a slumped seat and damned if she didn't clamber to verticality before Armstrong could shove her down and go for the pin. But this return to boot-leather provided no advantage, indeed the champ only made it a couple of steps before the Southern Charmer grabbed a shoulder and spun her 'round in a half circle. Catching Veronica's left wrist in the span between heartbeats, Ivy pinned that arm behind the blonde's head in a sort of upside-down Hammerlock then drew her left hand aaaaaaaaallll the way back and THUMPED a vicious Heart Punch into the swell of Treymane's left breast!
HEART PUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQ1BoHu53e0
Veronica shuddered from stem to stern and started to crumple to her knees, a journey Ivy herself interrupted by shifting her arm control to a more traditional Hammerlock before throwing on another Front Facelock. Taking a moment to blow a smooch to the hard camera, Ivy hunched forward, then snapped backward to SPIKE Veronica's skull with another concussive DDT! No roll through this time, Treymane finished up face-down and would've stayed that way if Ivy hadn't rolled her over and crawled on board, the redhead going tummy to tummy with the vulnerable champ while also pressing the bony ridge of one forearm into 'Ronnie's jaw while Al and the FAWNatics counted out...
HAMMERLOCK DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4onj5U7ni5E
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Ivy hadn't hooked a leg and the Magnificent Moll capitalized by planting her feet and bridging hard enough to toss Armstrong aside at the last possible second! Still deep in a fog after near back to back DDT's, Veronica flopped onto her stomach and fought to all fo--“RRRGHHH!” Ivy snatched a double handful of hair and wrenched the penitent powerhouse's head back at a sharp angle just before she dropped to a seat in front of her foe. “Good fight, sugar.” Armstrong growled as she wedged the champion's face into the center of her trunks. “Against anyone else it would've been good enoOOOWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAHK!”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse pivoted her head to one side and chomped down on the inside of Ivy's right thigh! Abandoning the Southern Charm to save her stems from further punishment, Ivy scrambled to her feet while still in full possession of the Destroyer's long locks. “Get up, bitch. Ah said get up!” she barked at the grimacing blonde. “You wanna use your teeth, huh? Let's see how that works with a broken jaw!”
She slapped Treymane across the mouth on general principle, then shoved her away and lashed out with a Toe Kick that caught the Dangerous Dame deep in the midsection. Whipping around to catch a Three Quarters Facelock even as Veronica doubled over, Armstrong went up on tiptoes and-- 'Ronnie pressed both hands to the small of Ivy's back and shoved with all her might to send her adversary stumbling toward the ropes. The journey was rough but Ivy remained upright thanks to a last second grip on the top strand. She'd just started to fix her bearings when a motion blur materialized on the other side of the apron. Then strong hands were in her hair and she was snapped forward and down, the veteran's throat TWANGED against the rubber-coated steel courtesy of a vindictive Lily Burlingame!
Rocked back on her heels by the scathing heat of the Hot Shot, turned to the rest of the ring without a thought of who she'd left behind. Alas memory rushed in at freight train speed, as did Veronica Treymane, though only the latter greeted Ivy with a Lariat that THWHAPPED across her clavicle! Armstrong went down flat with both legs kicked high, the perfect position for Treymane to snuggle in and bundle her up for the...
LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTQBDHZITAA
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Alabama Slamma' fought loose with a whisper to spare, much to the surprise and consternation of the Magnificent Moll. “You kidding me, sheamus?” she showed him three fingers. “This Daisy's finished!”
“Not quite, Veronica. That was only two.”
Down on the floor, Lily swatted the apron with both hands but didn't get to cheer Treymane on because Cynthia Mitchell tromped around the corner like a vengeful slasher making their last assault in the final reel. “Spruh... springy little bitch.” the Cynful One rasped at Lily. “I'm gonna grind you into the floor.”
Burlingame took a couple of slow steps back even as she beckoned Mitchell to give chase. “You'll have to catch me first, Cindy!”
Cynthia exploded forward only to hesitate when charged as well! Reacting without thinking, the middle Mitchell dipped down and extended an arm to scoop her foe up, but in doing so she gifted the Star Strider a perfect launchpad to spin around and through, Burlingame smecking a Headscissors around her opponent's noggin even as she curled under Cyn's left arm and grabbed hold of the challenger's right wrist to craaaaaaaaaaaaaaank that limb back at a gawdawful angle! Caught deep in Lily's Cosmic Entanglement, Mitchell straightened up, stomped a couple of steps and then crumpled to her knees beneath the pressure of the Scissors and the torque of the Armbar.
COSMIC ENTANGLEMENT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g2-E_H3f0l4
“Don't worry about tapping out.” Burlingame murmured as Cynthia's left hand went to the floor for a little extra support. “I'll let you go once the bell rings or you pass out, whichever comes first.”
Right about the time their partners were setting off on a treacherous race, Veronica plunged her hands into Ivy's long locks and peeled her off the canv--“AAAARRRRHHH!” Armstrong's hands did some work of their own, forming into talons and slashing across her rival's eyes! A Toe Kick to the gut had Treymane doubled over inspecting the toes of her boots, an arrangement that allowed the Alabama Slamma' to reel 'Ronnie's head between her thighs. In the next instant she slipped her arms beneath the blonde's biceps and clasped her hands to complete the Double Underhook. “This isn't mah move, officially.” Ivy cooed as she squeeeeeeeeeezed Veronica's noggin just because she could. “But Ah don't think Cyn will mind one little biWHOOAAAAAAAHHH!”
The Dangerous Dame had lost use of her arms so she relied on her legs instead, Treymane giving voice to an effortful grunt as she stood tall with Ivy still hooked on tight! In hindsight Armstrong could've escaped what came next if she'd simply let go, however she wasn't one to relinquish a deep-set Headscissors no matter the circumstances and that ultimately proved her doom when Veronica rocked back on her heels and dropped to her butt to THWHONK the crown of Ivy's skull into the canvas-sheathed plywood with a slightly modified version of a maneuver she'd been tinkering with, the Pinstripe Prison Break!
PINSTRIPE PRISON BREAK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2bNEBw4mEZ4
Armstrong bounced to a seat with a glassy sheen in her eyes, an expression that didn't change much even when Veronica cupped her ears and hauled her upright. “This IS my move, Daisy.” the Gorgeous Gangster noted as she trapped Ivy's arms in a retaliatory Double Underhook. “And I don't mind sharing it with you!” On that generous note she leaned all the way to the right, then snapped left with enough force to spin both ladies through a snug spiral that ended with Veronica landing on her tummy while Ivy was PLANTED on her forehead with ring-rattling force!
DAISY CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdI4GHjfPIM
Mowed down by the heavy firepower of the Daisy Cutter, Armstrong was all fluttering tummy and sludgy limbs when Treymane rolled her onto her back and took a seat on her chest, the big blonde making a point to hook one of those dangerous legs in a Reverse Matchbook while she raised her other hand to help Carpenter count the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
The bell echoed throughout the arena but neither Veronica or Lily left their respective mounts until the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions... COSMIC NOIR!”
“Better luck next time, buttercup!” Lily gave Cynthia's defenseless glutes a saucy swat, then let loose and dove under the bottom rope to rejoin her partner.
Treymane, who'd just accepted the gold from Al, handed one to Lily so they could clink the faceplates together before the ref took a wrist and raised their free hands high.
“That was tough.” Burlingame told Treymane as they exchanged a hug after the first wave of crowd noise died down. Those chicks did not go down easy!”
Veronica grinned, flicked a glance at Ivy. “Still went down though, didn't they? Went just like every other pair of daisies that've stepped to us so far.”
“Who's next in line, do you think?”
After what Braddock did, who knows? But that's tomorrow's problem. Tonight,” Treymane raised a foot and set the sole atop Ivy's chest to treat the FAWNatics to a brawny double bicep flex, “we celebrate cooling off the Hellions.”
Happy to engage in a solid Gladiatrix cover candidate, Lily planted a foot on Armstrong's belly and hoisted her gold alongside Treymane's. “Reach for the stars, ladies!” she called to the locker-room. “That's the only way you'll ever get close to our level!”
The illustrious partners wore bustiers, Ivy's a dark scarlet trimmed in black, and Cynthia's the opposite color scheme, with black lace panties; each also sported a black lace garter around the upper right thigh. Both went barefoot. Their hair, which usually hung loose and wild, was teased up in a manner that suggested both sophistication and tempestuousness. Each was adorned with a red carnation, which they removed and tossed to their fans.
IVY BELLE ARMSTRONG:
CYNTHIA MITCHELL:
They blew kisses to the Hellraisers as they worked their way down the aisle, each giving appreciative winks to those who brandished signs of support. When they pass one placard that demanded 'HOLLAH FOR THE HELLIONS!!!' both Southern gals gave a whooping rebel yell answered in kind by thousands.
Fortified by the support and the opportunity to once again stamp their seal on the FAWN Tag Division, the Hellions made their way to the ring with an atmosphere of supreme self-confidence. The eyes of every man and more than a few women were riveted on the duo, feasting upon their forbidden beauty, drinking in the glory of past and present. Ivy and Cynthia understood this, the veterans clearly energized to take down the team holding hardware that rightfully belonged to them.
Climbing the steps to the apron, each Hellion entered in her own inimitable style. For Cynthia this meant bending over and stepping between the ropes slooooooowly to give the appreciative crowd behind her a healthy display of her fabled backside. As for Ivy, she leaned back against the ropes, then did a backward flip over them, the most accomplished pair of legendary legs in the sport on full outstretched display as she floated through a slow, languid arc arc into the ring.
With the celebrated partners in the ring, each dashed for their own corners, bounding up the turnbuckles to the middle ropes. They signaled title straps would be across their abs by the end of the night and the crowd went bananas, the cheers cascading throughout the bowl.
Descending to the canvas, Armstrong and Mitchell moved to and meet in their corner as their anthem faded. Finally sensing his opportunity, the Announcer called out, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, they are the challlengers. Hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina and Uriah, Alabama respectively...tipping the scales at a collective 240 pounds, CYNTHIA MITCHELL AND IVY BELLE ARMSTRONG, TOGETHER THEY ARE BELLE'S HELLIONS!”
Somehow the assembled produced even more noise for the FAWN originals, Ivy looking for her second tag title run and Cynthia, having also had two with her sister Sophie, in search of an unprecedented fourth stint holding Tag Team gold. Heads together to discuss last minute strategy, the Hellions kept their attention on the stage to better mark the arrival of the soon to be former Tag Team Champions.
With the challengers properly situated, the Announcer resumed his duties, “And introducing their opponents! Hailing from Bridgeport, California and Stovington, Vermont respectively and weighing in at combined total of two hundred and forty-four pounds. They are the Neo-Noir Knockout VERONICA TREYMANE and the Girl that Gravity Forgot, LILY BURLINGAME! Together they are the FAWN Tag Team Champions… COSMIC NOIR!”
The low lights of the Crimson Comet’s entrance were interrupted by a tongue of flamesparking out of the floor at the bottom of the ramp and burning rapidly up its wick until itreached the pool of darkness at the top. And all at once the predicted explosion of noise and pyrowent off, a huge KA-BOOM of red bursting loud enough to swallow the introductory riff of 'Comeback Kid’. When the lights came back the music immediately cut to the first verse of‘Machine Gun Blues’ and the Heartbroken mob roared for all they were worth togreet the Galactic Gumshoes.
LILY BURLINGAME:
VERONICA TREYMANE:
Hands on her hips as she surveyed the fans before honing in on the challengers, Lily noted, “Two former World Champs last month, two former World Champs this month. Sooner or later they're gonna run out.”
“Not before we get another shot at Ky and Emily.” Treymane noted. “Quakes too. Those pudgy little meddlers are officially on my list.”
“No complaints here. We'll beat the winners next month and the losers at Spring Break. Gotta go through Hell first, though.”
Veronica smiled, raised her replica Thompson. “Perfect. I've always loved the scenic route.”
On that note the Star Strider hoisted her invisible detonator overhead and brought her thumb down to get an earth-shattering ‘KA-BOOM!’ from the FAWNatics and an explosive line of pyro from Veronica’s barking iron. When it fell silent Treymane and Burlingame blew smoke off the barrel, then started toward the ring with the Crimson Comet a few steps ahead.
For tonight's battle against former champions of the single and tag team variety, Lily wore a gleaming dark purple variation of her usual midnight blue and starry white halter and bottoms, galaxies swirling and shimmering with her every move. Her knee pads were white on one side and purple on the other, matching her togs perfectly. Behind her, the Gorgeous Gangster wore matching togs, the purple replacing charcoal gray in her usual boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, as did her pads and wrist-tape, while her boots were a matching purple.
They were about halfway to the squared circle when Burlingame raised her right hand and started a silent countdown.
Three.
Two.
One.
Blastoff!
The Girl That Gravity Forgot went flying down the rest of the ramp to leap onto the apron in a single bound. From there she raced along the narrow ledge to the far corner, the top of which she reached just as easily. This display of effortless acrobatics was capped off with a soaring and undeniably gorgeous back-flip which landed her perfectly within the confines of the squaredcircle. A couple heartbeats passed and Veronica slid in behind her, the Magnificent Moll having doffed her coat and Thompson as soon as the countdown began.
A jaunty pose with both belts raised to the rafters earned a loud roar from the Star Gazers and the quick arrival of one Al Carpenter, who checked over their pads and boots in short order. “Gonna need you on your toes tonight, sheamus.” 'Ronnie told the zebra while Lily headed to the Noir corner. “We don't need a repeat of last month, understand?”
Al grimaced at the memory of the Carnage wrought by the Quakes. “Don't worry, Veronica. It won't happen again.”
That seemed to satisfy the blonde, though it didn't stop her from pointing a finger gun in his direction before she joined her partner.
No discussion from either team about who would start, Ivy simply took point for the Hellions and Veronica answered for Cosmic Noir. “Been looking forward to this for quite a spell, sugar.” the redhead admitted as they drew close enough to begin circling. “It's a real shame to see the Quakes take a bit of your shine off last month, but we'll deal with 'em for ya once the belts are back where they belong.”
“Titles are right where the belong, Daisy.” Veronica replied. Her tone was light but her eyes were not, it was clear the Dangerous Dame was still seething over the vicious interruption at Heartbroken. “Of course you're welcome to try and take them from us, but you might find it more of a fight than you'd anticipated.”
Armstrong smirked, the FAWN original not impressed by Treymane's view of the situation. “First off, it's Ivy, not Daisy. Get it right or Ah'll slap your mouth 'round to the back of your head. Second, ain't no fight that you and the rich girl can bring that me and Cyn can't beat. You don't believe that now, but you will by the time that bell sounds again.”
Veronica's dark eyes narrowed as her hands came up for the clench. “That so? Go ahead and prove it... DaisNNNGGGHHH!”
Ivy let her have it with a CRACKING Bitch Slap that put her opponent's head on a swivel. “Warned ya, girlie.” she murmured over the 'ooooohhhh' of the crowd. “Disrespect me at your own perNNNGGH!”
'Ronnie slapped her right back, the big blonde putting enough behind the blow to knock the former champion back a half step. “Respect is earned, Armstrong. So are titles. You of all people should know--”
The Alabama Slamma' pounced on her adversary, one hand flying to Treymane's chin while the other sank deep into the blonde's long locks. The hair-hold meant it was illegal from the outset but Veronica didn't complain, instead she mirrored Ivy's grip and shoved back against Ivy's encroachment. Both ladies stood 5'8 but the Pinstripe Powerhouse had almost fifteen pounds on her challenger and it wasn't long before she had Armstrong marching toward a neutral corner. Not that Ivy went quietly mind you, she continued to yank at Veronica's hair while mashing her fingers into the blonde's cheeks in a painful (and embarrassing) fish-face. None of it deterred Treymane from her plan,which entailed stuffing Armstrong back against the buckles before tummying up on her like she meant to simply walk through the trapped redhead.
“Get offa me, dammit!” Ivy snapped. “I'm in the ropes!”
“Rrrgghh... let go of my face and Ah'll consider--”
“All right, all right, outta each other's hair right now!” Al Carpenter barked as he strode up beside the action. “What're you two, new? Hands up, lets have a clean break!”
The former World Champions regarded one another with baleful eyes before raising their hands in a show of grudging compliance. “You picked a bad night to run your mouth, Armstrong.” Veronica warned as she took a couple steps back.
“Sounds like you picked a bad night to forget who you're dealing with, sugar.” Ivy returned. “Ah'll show ya though. Give you a real thorough understanding of my bona fides, all up close and personal, if you catch my meaning. And Ah think you do.”
“Big talk from a girl who needs a ref to scrape her out of the cornHRGH!”
Armstrong planted a foot against the middle turnbuckle and pushed off to ensure she had plenty of momentum when she swept Veronica into a more traditional example of the Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Knowing she had to neutralize the blonde's strength advantage as quickly as possible, Ivy pumped a pair of Kneelifts into Treymane's midsection, then whipped around in a half circle and reached over her right shoulder with both hands to catch 'Ronnie's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. A simple trip to one knee resulted in the Dangerous Dame getting somersaulted onto her butt, a position she still occupied when Armstrong went up on tiptoes and THWHACKED the blades of her hands down on either side of Treymane's neck in a perfect Mongolian Chop!
Veronica groaned, started to roll to one knee and got grabbed by the shoulders for her troubles. In the next instant Armstrong dropped to a seat, slipped her legs around the other wrestler's waist and began to squeeeeeeeeeeeeeze. “Feel that?” Ivy braced her hands against the mat and hoisted her hips up by a good six inches to add that much more pressure. “That's your ribs trying to shift, sugar. Problem is, there's not enough room in there for them to hide, not from me anyway. That's why you need to tap before they snNGH! NGH! NNNRRRRHHHH! So that's how it's gonna be?”
Treymane, who'd done plenty of research on Ivy's tactics as soon as the match was made, continued to grind the point of her right elbow into the redhead's pale thigh. “You think I'm gonna just let you squeeze me out, Daisy?” she grunted. “You're damned right this is how it's going to beeee-WHOOAHNGH!”
Armstrong slipped her hands under Veronica's biceps to wrench her arms overhead in a Full Nelson. Once those were out of the way she rolled onto her back to draw the other wrestler into her lap, then popped her hips to DRIVE Treymane's tush into the canvas-sheathed plywood with a heavy THWHUMP!
“Then Ah hope you like getting that flat ass paddled, sugar.” Ivy chided. “Because it belongs to me nowHEYRRRGGHH!”
Surprise from both Hellions and some pleased applause from Lily Burlingame when Veronica wrenched free of the Full Nelson and clamped her left hand down on the meat of Ivy's right thigh in a white-knuckle claw! Not content with one handful when she was getting attacked from both sides, the Magnificent Moll mirrored her grip on Armstrong's left thigh and dug in deep, Treymane working hard to slot her thumb into the deep crease that the challenger's thighs from her briefs. Shaking her head 'no' as she fought off the biting pain, Armstrong grunted, “Leggo of my legs, sugar. Don't make me make--”
“You know you'll have to, Daisy.” 'Ronnie interrupted. “So don't waste my tiOOOOWWWWW!”
Ivy could've raked her nails down the blonde's back, so it spoke volumes that she reached around and tore into Treymane's rack instead! Veronica yelped and instinctively went to cover up, which allowed Armstrong to snatch hold of her wrists and yank her arms back at a sharp angle. “Gotcha now, sugar!” Ivy relinquished the Bodyscissors only to bring her legs up and around Treymane's biceps, the redhead crossing her ankles against the nape of her foe's neck to secure an agonizing Lotus Lock! “ASK HER!” Ivy shouted to Al even as she pushed up as high as she could go.
LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zrizwHtokVg
“Sounds like a quitter to me, Ivy!” Cynthia called from the Hellion's side of town. “She won't last long!”
“Ignore that crap, 'Ronnie!” Lily added her two cents. “You're tougher than those beanpoles, we both know it!”
Carpenter tuned all of this out so he could focus on his charge when he asked, “What do you say, Veronica?” Need to throw in the towel?”
“We took these titles from McGinty and Stipanovic.” she huffed, “You really think I'd drop 'em to a chick who skips leg dayYYAARRHH!”
Ivy thrust her hips forward at least half a dozen times, a rough bulldog-like shake that had Treymane groaning and scuffing her heels against the canvas. “What the hell did you just say to me?” Armstrong asked. “Ah know what Ah THOUGHT Ah heard, but that can't be right because no one's stupid enough to disrespect me like oh dammit!”
Not quite as vulnerable as she appeared, the Dangerous Dame set her feet flat and backed up until she was braced against Ivy's haunches and the redhead's shoulders were pressed to the mat for a count of...
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TWO...
The Alabama Slamma' relinquished the Lotus and rolled away to prevent the Hellions' early dismissal with a full second to spare. Meanwhile, Veronica scrambled to boot-leather and-- Ivy took to the skies and would've stuffed her feet in the blonde's face if Treymane hadn't swatted them aside at the last second! Dropkick deflected, Armstrong hit the deck tummy-first before tumbling onto her back to catch her-- “OOOFFFFFHH!” The Pinstripe Powerhouse took a page out her partner's playbook by leaping into the air and CRASHING down with all her weight on Ivy's midsection!
Ivy's legs kicked up so Veronica cradled one but she couldn't even draw it close before the redhead twisted loose from the would-be cover. Noting that their efforts had moved them considerably closer to the champion's corner, Veronica got up and stepped over Ivy so there was a boot set beside either hip. From there she bent down, grabbed hold of the southerner's biceps and lifted 'em into the air. “Come on over here, Daisy. I've got something to show you.” Treymane explained as she led / dragged her foe to within an easy tag from Lily. The heiress raised her hand for exactly that, but 'Ronnie shook her head 'no'. “Not yet, I just wanted her to have a better view of who was gonna crush her from the top rope a little later.”
“The hell she wiLLLLEEERRRGGGHHH!” Ivy's defiance became a pained groan when Veronica sat down on the small of her back and draped those captured arms over the planks of her thighs. A snug Chinlock strapped across her jaw ensured Armstrong couldn't do more than shake her head 'no' when Al approached to check on the situation.
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyC3AnQZ7Lk
“Keep an eye on Cynthia.” Veronica asked Lily even as she continued to stretch Ivy's spine to an uncomfortable degree. “Don't want her trying to butt in when she realizes her partner's about to quit.”
“Ooohhhh sugar,” Armstrong hissed through clenched teeth. “You're just BEGGING for me to sit on that pretty little face aren't OOOOWWW BITCH!”
Treymane released the Chinlock and affixed her hands to Ivy's bounty instead, the Pinstripe Powerhouse making a point to avenge her earlier embarrassment as quickly and painfully as possible. “Were you saying something, Daisy?” Veronica chided over the salacious roar of the FAWNatics. “Sounded like you talking more trash but something got caught in your throat.”
“Suuhhh...saying you better get as well as you give, blondie.” Armstrong answered through gritted teeth. “Because Ah promise your ass is gonna GET ITUUNNGGGHH!”
The Dangerous Dame shifted back to an earlier grip on the redhead's biceps so she could stand up and drop right back down, Treymane driving every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds into the hollow of Armstrong's spine. This impact stunned Ivy long enough for 'Ronnie to drag her a little bit closer to the Cosmic Noir corner and that's when she reached out and 'clapped' Lily into the fray. “Got her tied up nice and tight for ya, 'Lil.” Treymane noted as the Crimson Comet vaulted over the top rope. “But I'm sure you can make it even tighter.”
“Sounds like a challenge. You know how I love a challenge.” Aware that Veronica was maintaining the Camel Clutch to aid in her opening gambit, Burlingame positioned herself with her left foot planted between Ivy's squirming legs, then bent down and collected an ankle in either hand.
“DOUBLE TEAMING!” Cynthia shouted from across the squared circle even as Lily folded her partner's right ankle into the pit of her left knee and wedged her left shin against the back of her left thigh. “WHERE'S THE COUNT, CARPENTER?”
Al didn't acknowledge the question because the count was already in progress, in fact it had reached 'THREE!' just as Lily finished knotting her foe's stems together. This served as Treymane's cue to leave, the Pinstripe Powerhouse abandoning the Camel Clutch without a word of complaint. Any relief that Ivy felt over this was promptly replaced with dismay when the Star Strider arched backward in a beautiful bridge, hooked a Chinlock of her own and craaaaaaaaanked up on an agonizing Reverse STF!
REVERSE STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-7BPhItEC8
“AAAAAGGHHHH SHIT!” the Alabama Slamma' yowled as Burlingame picked up right where Treymane left off working over her neck.
“What do you say, Ivy?” Al asked after several seconds of straining brought no real progress from the challenger. “Need me to call for the bell?”
“Ah am the belle, Mr. Man.” she grunted. “And Ah don't need your help with anyHHRRRGGHH!”
Lily applied even more pressure, so much so that Ivy's chest and upper body began to peel off the mat. “Don't be stupid, Ivy.” Burlingame huffed as she piled on. “You're trapped, so tap out. I'll let you go soon as the bell sounds, I'm not here to torture anyOOOWWWWWW F*CK!”
Armstrong wasn't about to take the word of someone trying to yank the head off her shoulders (especially not a damned Yankee) so she grabbed hold of Lily's wrists and pushed up rather than trying to prize them apart. Doing so slid the heiress' knotted hands over her mouth and Armstrong set to work chomping her way out! Lily broke her grip within seconds so Ivy scramble-crawled to the edge and grabbed the bottom rope with both hands. “BREAK!” she shouted. “Get off me, rich girl. Don't make me tell you UFFH!”
Lily actually did as Ivy demanded, so quickly in fact that the ref didn't have to make his own request. Alas this wasn't for Armstrong's benefit, rather it was to ensure she was still recovering from the STF when Burlingame stepped onto her back with both feet and began to run in place, the former Lightweight Champion holding onto the top rope to make sure she didn't lose her balance. “Enough of that, Lily.” Al warned. “She's in the ropes. ONE! TWO! THREE!” Burlingame stepped onto the middle rope and launched herself as high as she could go while still remaining tethered to the top strand. The result was a massive Double Foot Stomp THWHUMPED into the center of the challenger's back, Ivy flailing like she'd just been compacted by someone twice Lily's size.
SPRINGBOARD STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHTJbLVhwpE
Snagging hold of Armstrong's ankle and wrist the instant she'd hopped clear, Burlingame draaaaaaaagged her back to the middle of the ring so there was no hope of a break when she dropped down and turned the redhead over in search of an early...
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TWO...
Cynthia came through the ropes as insurance but Ivy escaped unassisted with a full second to spare. Lily paid Mitchell's encroachment no mind, though Treymane shot her a hard look as she returned to the apron. “That's what you get for biting.” the heiress explained as she pulled Ivy upright with a double handful of hair. “Try it again and you'll get more of the saNNNGGGHH!”
Armstrong answered with her own hair-hold which allowed her to wedge her head beneath the point of Lily's chin and then drop to her knees! The Jawbreaker put a shimmy into Burlingame's legs without actually making her cede much space, meaning she was still well within striking range when Ivy stood up and CRA-CRACKED a pair of Knife-Edge Chops across her chest! “Ya did pretty good against me when Ah was already down.” Armstrong muttered to the retreating lightweight. “Let's see how you fare when Ah'm standing NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Burlingame answered that question with three Chops of her own, the Roseate Rocket making a point to deliver each and every one across the angry pink welt developing across Ivy's chest. Catching hold of the redhead's wrist when Armstrong went to swat her away, Lily stepped back, dropped her hips and sent the former World Champion on her way with a snappy Irish WhNO! Ivy dug in her heels and sent Burlingame in her place, a reversal that the heiress didn't seem to mind in the slightest. She was still several steps from the ropes when she took flight, Lily gliding through the aether in an effortless hop that set her down on the second strand just long enough to shoot backward and around for a glorious Springboard Crossbody that “GUUUUUUHHHH!”
A gasp from Lily transformed into a groan from the audience when Ivy got her hands up and dropped to one knee to bring the airborne battler THUMPING down atop the posted joint! Burlingame coughed and tumbled away from the unpleasant landing though she couldn't move fast enough to prevent Ivy from catching hold of her hair. “Why ya rollin' that way, speedy?” Armstrong chuckled as she got to her feet with Lily trailing in her wake. “The real fun's over here!”
In this case 'here' was the Hellions' side of the ring, which was exactly where the Alabama Slamma' walked her after securing the Front Facelock. Cynthia was understandably eager for a tag but Ivy didn't oblige her just yet. Instead she threw the champion's near arm across her shoulders, then grabbed a handful of Lily's waistband and powered her into the rafters for a gorgeous Vertical Supl-- Ivy stepped forward and tossed her burden back the way she came, Burlingame descending at top speed to land gut-first across the rubber-coated steel! A sympathetic groan from the crowd couldn't cover the nauseating TWANG of Burlingame's impact, nor did it provide any comfort when she hit the canvas on her shoulder and hip.
“I like her better when she's slowed down like this.” Mitchell noted as Armstrong admired her handiwork. “Makes her much easier to tolerate.”
“And to stretch.” Ivy added. “Ready to have a go?”
“Thought you'd never ask.”
Careful to deliver a few stomps to Lily's midriff before scraping her off the mat, Armstrong sidled in on the smaller wrestler's left flank and snaked her left leg around that thigh while angling her torso across Burlingame's back so she could dip beneath Lily's right arm. With her left hand pressing down on Lily's left shoulder, Ivy flattened her right hand into a paddle and administered half a dozen spanking SLAPS to her ribs before clamping down in a harsh Belly Claw! “Go on, reach for those ropes if you want, cuddlebug.” Armstrong chided as Lily began to squirm and writhe in the confines of the Abdominal Stretch. “You don't think Cyn would do anything untoward, do you?”
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pyIznwMgGec
Cynthia, who was already leeeeeeeeeeeaning back with the top rope in both hands, batted her eyes and said, “Who, me? Perish the thought!”
“Hrrrgghh...who needs the ropes?” Lily huffed. “Neither of you has what it takes to hold me for long!”
“That so?” Armstrong's tone went cold. “Think you might be mistaken, rich girRGH! RGH! RGH!”
Burlingame raised her left arm as high as she could, then brought the point of her elbow down on Ivy's thigh no less than half a dozen times. Had they been in the center of the ring she may very well have escaped the redhead's grasp or even slipped around for a Stretch of her own, unfortunately she was practically sandwiched between the challengers and Ivy wasted no time tagging in the Cynful One when it looked like Burlingame might slip away.
Clouting Lily with a single quick Slap while she was still on the apron, Mitchell dipped through the ropes and stuffed a few hard Kneelifts into the champion's belly. “You like the double teaming, cupcake?” Cynthia crooked both hands into talons and affixed them to lightweight's taut flank. “Well so do we! And you're gonna find out that we're better at it.”
“C'MON AL!” Veronica complained as her partner was punished by the pair of veterans. “WHERE'S THE COUNT?”
“She's right, ladies.” Carpenter told the Hellions. “Time to get to your corner, Ivy.”
“Ohhhh, but we all want to hear you count!” Armstrong giggled even as she grabbed hold of Lily's hair and tugged as hard as she could. The ref gave 'em a brisk 'FOUR!' that ended with Ivy relinquishing the Abdominal Stretch only for Cynthia to take over once she'd dragged the Crimson Comet out to the middle of the ring.
“What's matter, little Lily?” Mitchell draaaaaaagged her nails across Burlingame's midriff in between squeezes and slaps. “Starting to realize you're in the ring with champions and not poseurs?”
“You sure run your mouth like a poseur.” Lily grunted as she strained to escape the painful hold. “I'd ask how you still have so much energy, but clearly it's because Ivy's carrying your dead-weight assSSEERRGGH!”
The middle Mitchell didn't much care for that assessment and she let her displeasure be known in the form of a splay-fingered claw she gouged deep into her opponent's exposed flank! “That's rich, coming from you.” Cyn moved the tip of her index finger into Burlingame's navel and pushed like she meant to touch the heiress' spine. “Treymane could've started calling herself the FAWN Handicap Match Champion the day after 'Mania and there's not a woman in the locker room who would've batted an NGH! NGH! NNNNHHHHH!”
Lily crooked her left arm into a 'V' and jabbed it into the meat of Mitchell's right thigh before grrrrrriiiiiiiinding the bony joint back 'n forth. “Kiss my ass, hun.” Burlingame snapped as she tried to raise an ugly bruise on the challenger's leg. “I busted FAWN's strongest legs to win these belts, I've got no problem shutting FAWN's biggest mouth to keep thHRRMMHHHH!”
Cynthia pulled her hand away from the heiress' midsection and snugged it across her mouth and nose, the former World Champion making a point to pinch the latter between her thumb and forefinger! “You're the one getting silenced tonight, beeyotch.” Mitchell chided as a wide-eyed Lily twisted and squirmed to escape the HOM smother. “But given your attitude I might decide to wake you up after the bell for a little celebratory humiliation. New champ's privilege, ya knOOOOWWW!”
The Roseate Rocket couldn't slip loose so she chewed instead, Lily just gnashing and chomping on the challenger's encroaching palm! Al and Ivy both called out the biting at once, Cynthia however only scowled and wrenched her hand away from that hungry maw. The abrupt return of oxygen to her system allowed Lily to take a deep breath, unfortunately this relief also meant she was distracted at the precise moment Mitchell reared back and clouted her upside the head with a huge Forearm Smash! Burlingame grunted and sagged in the taller wrestler's clutches, which allowed Cyn to slap the champ's tush a few times before raising her free hand high overhead. “Listen close, y'all!” she called to all the hellraisers in attendance. “You're about to hear those two beautiful words, 'AND NEW!'”
The resultant roar hadn't reached its crescendo when the Cynful One brought that arm scything down and in to hook between the lightweight's thighs while the redhead simultaneously twisted backward to PLANT Burlingame on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy of the Carolina Spiral! The maneuver left Lily stacked high and tight but Mitchell strengthened her hooks by throwing her right leg over Lily's upturned left thigh just as Al dove in to count off the...
ABDOMINAL STRETCH DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vr4CH8zAW68
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TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Resilient even after getting planted at the bottom of a crater, Burlingame popped her hips to flop onto her stomach before the titles could plunge from the heavens to the flames. Allowing herself a sigh of relief, 'Ronnie clapped her hands and called, “Hold on 'Lil, you got this!”
“This ass beating?” Mitchell scoffed. “You're right about that. “Scrawny little Yankee's catching all of it and more!”
“Stuff it, Daisy.” Treymane countered. “Unless you want to come over here and say it to my--”
Cynthia picked Lily up with a double handful of hair, then dipped her head and wedged it beneath Burlingame's left arm. In the next instant she pressed her left hand to the back of Lily's left thigh and looped her right arm around the Crimson Comet's waist, all the better to hoist her up onto the ball of the challenger's right shoulder. Lily kicked her legs in a valiant effort to escape, alas all she really did was show off her squirming backside for a few seconds before Mitchell slung her down and sank to one knee, the malicious middle Mitchell just THUMPING Burlingame's tailbone with a huge Atomic Drop!
The butt-bludgeoning tactic left Lily in a slumped seat facing her own corner with Cynthia hunched over directly behind. Taking the heiress' left wrist in her right hand and vice versa, Mitchell pulled those captured arms up level with her rival's chin, however she didn't apply any real pressure until she went up on tiptoes and dropped to one knee, Cyn just driving the bony dagger between Burlingame's shoulders as she yaaaaaaanked back on the Straitjacket Choke.
STRAIGHTJACKET CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BiW0MnJF2vY
Lily coughed, jostled and then groaned, her predicament made all the more unpleasant when Mitchell ground the point of her chin into the crown of her skull. Rather than ask for a surrender, she lifted her eyes to Veronica and asked, “You wanna kiss your ass goodbye right now, 'Ronnie? Or you wanna give Lily's cheeks a little smooch first?”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse tightened her grip on the top rope so she wouldn't vault over and make things worse for her partner. Once she had her temper reigned in, she replied, “Lily's more than enough for the likes of you, Daisy. I want a REAL fight from someone named Mitchell? I'll look up Sophie.”
Cynthia growled, made Lily pay for Treymane's mouth by tightening the Straitjacket. “Hear that little girl?” she asked the flushed fighter. “'Ronnie thinks you can take me all by your lonesome. What does it feel like to know you're only going to disappoint--”
Silence from the challenger when Burlingame twisted sharply to the left. Her wrists remained trapped snug as ever, but she slipped clear of Mitchell's knee and pushed to one of her own! “That's right Lil', that's right!” Veronica was pounding the top turnbuckle with her free hand in the hopes this persuasive percussion would rally the FAWNatics to Burlingame's side. “Daisy can't hold you, get up and fight her off!”
That's exactly what the Star Strider did, the first part anyway. Without Mitchell's knee restricting her movement she was able to slooooowly return to verticality accompanied by a wave of applause from the Star Gaze--“NNNNGGGHH!” Cynthia went up on tiptoe and dropped to her butt to tear Burlingame loose from her moorings and down onto the back of her head with a huge Reverse Mat Slam! The jolt shot Lily's legs straight into the air, but Mitchell maintained the Straitjacket instead of trying for a cover.
“So you beat the strongest legs in FAWN to win those titles, did you?” Cynthia smirked as she drew the champ's noggin between her thighs. “'Fraid I'm gonna have to call bullshit on that, buttercup. Because you ain't never beat THESE legs!”
Just like that Cyn crossed her ankles and began to squeeeeeeeeeze the pressure of her already dangerous Headscissors made all the more vile by the constriction of the Straitjacket. “HHHRRRGGHH!” Burlingame beat her heels against the canvas and rocked from side to side, the former Lightweight Champion giving it all to escape the steely confines of her opponent's stems.
“ASK HER!” Cynthia barked to Al after only a few seconds. “SEE IF THIS CANDY-ASS IS READY TO HAND THOSE BELTS BACK TO REAL CHAMPIONS!”
Carpenter moved in to check on the challenger's demand while the ladies on the apron regarded one another with wary, calculating eyes. “You're just gonna want to stay right where you are, sugar.” the Alabama Slamma' told Treymane. “Try to interfere and Ah'll make you a sorrier, wiser soul.”
Veronica ground her teeth, swallowed an answer for Ivy and turned her attention to Lily instead. “You've got this, Lil'! Ignore Daisy's mouth and just power your way to the ropes!”
“Easier said than done, loser!” Cynthia spoke to Treymane, though her attention remained focused on the stubbornly defiant champion. “You're not the one getting your head squashed like a gra--” Mitchell trailed off into silence when Lily thrashed even harder, the grounded grappler thumping and bumping the toes of her boots to within six inches of the bottom rope. Pretty face showing frustration for the first time, Cynthia released the Straitjacket so she could lean forward over the brunette and SMECK a claw down on her belly. “Give dammit!” she demanded. “Those belts belong around our waists and you know--”
“BRUHEAK!” Lily gargled over the roar of the crowd when she finally laid a heel atop the bottom the rope. “Break, you bitch! Get offa meeHHRRMMHH!”
Cynthia abandoned the Scissors only to scramble forward and sat down, planting the full weight of her glutes atop the startled, upturned nose of her opposition! “PUCKER UP, BUTTERCUP!” Mitchell shouted as she yanked Lily's feet away from the ropes and bundled them under her armpits for a Reverse Matchbook that lasted through the...
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TWO...
THRE--“OOOOWW F*CKING BITCH!”
The Cynful One bounced up from her perch and scurried away with one hand pressed to the red teeth-shaped welt that marred one sturdy cheek! “Oh cutie, you're f*cking dead.” Mitchell hissed under her breath as she circled back toward the flagging tag champ. Cutting across the ring on a razor-sharp diagonal to intercept Burlingame before she could return to the Noir corner, Cynthia snatched the heiress' right wrist and yanked her into a Kneelift, then stepped off and dropped a shoulder to send her hurtling into a neutral corner with an Irish Whip. Lily couldn't slow down but she did turn around, not that this let her do much more than hook her arms over the top rope after she BWUNGED against the buckles. She was shivering but stable when Mitchell roared in and skewered her belly with a huge Dropkick!
Jaw gaping wide as her arms went loose and she plopped to a seat, Burlingame could only sit there and suck wind while a smirking Cynthia turned around and waggled her hips in ominous anticipation. “You already helped yourself to a little bite,” Mitchell purred as she grabbed the top rope in both hands. “Now it's time for a whole faceful!”
This was greeted by roars from the Hellraisers and jeers from the Stargazers, though the reaction grew much more uniform when Cynthia stuffed her buns back into Lily's face and set about an enthusiastic campaign of callipygian cruelty! Burlingame voiced a muffled shriek and slapped at those grinding glutes over and over again, but(t) Mitchell's technique was flawless and her routine only came to an end when Al reached 'FOUR!' on his count. Strutting away from the greasy-faced lightweight with both hands thrown overhead in a jaunty 'V', Cynthia made a beeline for Veronica only to stop short and wheel around for cheeky little slap followed by a theatrical adjustment of her distended briefs.
“Don't think the fun's over just yet, ladies!” Mitchell told both champions as she made her way to the corner opposite Lily. “Hell, we're not even halfway there!”
On that promise she was off to the races, Cynthia sprinting across the squared circle before she hopped up and-- “HHGGGHHH!” The Crimson Comet scraped herself off the buckles and did some hopping of her own, short, strictly vertical effort that culminated with the THUMPING both boots into the pit of her opponent's stomach!
Shot out of the saddle before she even had a chance to bust Burlingame's bronco, the gut-shot challenger landed hard on her butt before rolling onto her stomach where she quickly struggled to all fours. Elsewhere Lily was much the same, though she looked far more aware of her surroundings than the nauseated North Carolinian.
“GET OVER HERE, LILY!” 'Ronnie shouted to her partner. “C'MON,WHILE SHE'S DO-hey, that works too!” Scrambling to her feet in a burst of motion, the Star Strider threw herself into the strands to Cynthia's left and came out in a flat run that ensured maximum momentum when she dropped backward and THWHACKED the sole of her right boot into the side of Mitchell's skull!
COSMIC CEMENT SHOE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJA7_0e6s58
The impact from Burlingame's version of Treymane's Cement Shoe flipped the Cynful One onto her back, but instead of trying for a cover Lily stood up and took to the sky, the galvanized brunette bringing her knees up to her chin just toSTOMP down on Cynthia's fluttering tummy!
Skipping clear of the gagging grappler immediately thereafter, Burlingame raced to Cosmic Noir's side of town and CLAPPED the Magnificent Moll onto the field to raucous applause! “Stick around for a sec, would ya!” Treymane called to her friend even as she sprang over the ropes. “I got something in mind!” There was no time to wait around for an answer, Veronica was already charging the prone challenger and--THWHUMP! the Pinstripe Powerhouse couldn't match Burlingame for sheer height on her hops, but she landed with considerably more impact as evidenced by the boneless jounce of Cynthia's legs when the former World Champion crashed down on her belly with a Big Splash!
“Get up, Daisy.” Veronica demanded as she filled her hands with Mitchell's dark hair. “Get up right now.”
Cyn couldn't do much more than groan at the moment, meaning she offered no resistance when Treymane snatched a wrist and slung her into the ropes. She started the return trip without incident and the Gorgeous Gangster greeted her with open arms or rather, she swept the middle Mitchell into a Gutwrench and muscled her off her feet for a two-hundred and seventy degree twirl that finished with Cyn THWHAMMED down spine-first across the post of her rival's strong thigh!
TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcZZT1XU4hA
Pressing her right hand to Mitchell's chest to keep her from shuddering loose from the Backbreaker, Treymane moved that hand to between Cynthia's shoulders as she spared a glance toward the corner. “Order up, Lil!”
Lily, who'd stayed close to the corner without actually returning to the apron, wasn't quite sure what 'Ronnie had in mind until the big blonde treated Cyn to a shove that got the FAWN original back on her feet. Doing so put Mitchell in Burlingame's sights and Lily made the most of it by charging and leaping, the Roseate Rocket leading with her knees which she drove into the taller wrestler's shoulders full-force. Now, a Meteora from any angle was quite nasty but this one proved nastier than most because when Cynthia went down she did so across Veronica's waiting knee! The Meteoric Backbreaker turned the brunette inside out, though she didn't stay that way for more than a couple heartbeats before Treymane shot the Half Nelson and flipped her over so she could secure the...
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TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Ivy came in from halfway across the ring with a Double Axehandle delivered to the nape of Veronica's neck! “Sorry sugar, it's not gonna end like that.” Armstrong growled as she hauled Treymane off her partner with a massive fistful of hair. “You and Ah still have some differences of opinion that need NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Veronica warmed her foe's tummy with a quick left-right-left combo, then twisted her hair free of Ivy's grip and celebrated with a Bitch Slap that swiveled the redhead's noggin! “Ready to dance again, Daisy?” Treymane raised both hands, beckoning the staggered redhead to close with her. “Let's see how many shots you can land beforeHHRRHH!”
Ivy answered with a Bitch Slap of her own, then followed with a flurry of punches that Veronica returned with furious vigor! “Hey, break it up ladies!” Al barked over the roar of the crowd. “I mean it! Ivy, get back to your corner before--”
The fracas between former World Champions came to an abrupt end when a hollow-eyed Cynthia Mitchell clambered up behind Veronica and raaaaaaked her nails down the blonde's back! “That's right beeyotch, shriek all you want!” The Cynful One snarled as she compounded Treymane's trouble with a nasty left hook to the liver. Taking hold of a shoulder so she could spin 'Ronnie around, Mitchell crouched down, wrapped her arms around the other wrestler's upper thighs and shot upon tiptoe only to come down on one knee for a crotch-thumping Inverted Atomic Drop! “Ivy, take this loser's head off!” Cyn called to her partner in the midst of hauling the knock-kneed Destroyer off her feet again.
Armstrong had been stalling her return to the corner thanks to a complicated argument with Carpenterand suddenly swooped around the zebra to hit the ropes on Cynthia's six—a shout of surprise from Ivy was followed by the distinctive 'THUD' of a body hitting the floor and a bellow of approval from the FAWNatics. Her vantage point meant Cynthia didn't know what happened, but Armstrong's absence meant the problem was Burling--“RRRGGHHH!”
Veronica squirmed to life in Mitchell's grasp, the big blonde pounding a trio of elbow smashes into the crown of her foe's skull! A fourth freed her from Cyn's clutches and also created some much needed space when the staggered challenger lurched around and wandered toward the ropes where her partner had disapp--
“Wrong way, cutie!” Lily, who'd pulled the top rope down to send Ivy tumbling to the mats below, clocked Mitchell between the eyes with a High Kick delivered from the other side of the apron! More wobbly than ever in the unexpected blow, Cynthia backpedaled toward the center of the squared circle and let out a surprised little 'eep!' when Treymane forced her head between the brunette's thighs and boosted her onto her shoulders in a seemingly effortless Electric Chair!
“Catch some air, Lil!” Veronica shouted as she grabbed onto the challenger's wrists. “Let's show 'em how Double Teams are supposed to work!”
Bless his heart, Al Carpenter tried to prevent Burlingame from joining her partner in the ring but he was still several steps shy of his goal when the Crimson Comet leapt onto the top rope and shot herself into the lights, Lily flying at Mitchell feet-first for a Missile Dropkick that hit the big red button on a Doomsday Device! Burlingame caught Cynthia square in the chest and she went tumbling from her perch, the brunette spinning through a three-sixty and then some before hitting the deck flat on her face, chest and belly!
DOOMSDAY DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eANNXPk1XfY
Perfectly aware that she wasn't the legal half of her team, Lily skidded under the bottom rope the instant she touched down so Carpenter wouldn't have any reason to delay the count when Veronica shoveled Cynthia onto her back and hooked the far leg for a domineering...
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THRE--THAWHAM!
The Tag Team Champions had seemingly lost track of Ivy during the recent chaos and she made them pay for this lapse by soaring from Cosmic Noir's own corner to THAWHAM down on Veronica's back with a huge Splash! Utterly unprepared for the redhead's attack, Treymane bounced out of the cover curled up on one side with both hands pressed to her lower back! “Good lord Ivy, I ought to disqualify you right--”
“THEN DO IT, YA PANSY!” Armstrong barked as she grabbed hold of Cynthia's wrists and started draaaaaaaaagging her toward the Hellions corner.
Al grimaced, cast a quick look around and offered a small prayer of thanks when he saw Lily waiting in the champion's corner with the tag rope in one hand. “Don't even think about 'tagging' in if you aren't on the apron, Ivy!” the ref said once he'd returned his attention to the challengers.
Armstrong didn't spare him a look, she was too focused on hauling Mitchell upright and propping her in the corner. “Sorry about the Splash, sugar.” Ivy slipped through the strands, took hold of the tag rope and very deliberately flipped Al off before swatting Mitchell's shoulder. “Promise Ah'll make it up to you in gold, hun.”
Bounding into the ring as a legal competitor for the first time in what felt like ever, the Alabama Slamma' raced at and then by the recovering form of Veronica Treymane so she could PWAK a huge Forearm Smash into the unsuspecting mush of Lily Burlingame! The Maroon Meteor tumbled to the floor with an awkward squawk that Ivy noted only vaguely as she turned around and hopped into a perch on the second rope. “On your feet now, sugar.” Armstrong cooed at the slowly recovering blonde. “You wanna call yourself champion, you better damned well fight like one.” Veronica didn't hear this, she was too busy catching her breath in the wake of that crushing Splash. Back on her feet without quite knowing it, the Dangerous Dame spun toward the champ's corner and-- Ivy dove toward her prey, caught 'Ronnie's noggin in a Front Facelock and clamped on tight to THWONK the crown of Treymane's skull into the deck with a Diving DDT!
DIVING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4PoMoqlnd_c
Veronica rolled through to a slumped seat and damned if she didn't clamber to verticality before Armstrong could shove her down and go for the pin. But this return to boot-leather provided no advantage, indeed the champ only made it a couple of steps before the Southern Charmer grabbed a shoulder and spun her 'round in a half circle. Catching Veronica's left wrist in the span between heartbeats, Ivy pinned that arm behind the blonde's head in a sort of upside-down Hammerlock then drew her left hand aaaaaaaaallll the way back and THUMPED a vicious Heart Punch into the swell of Treymane's left breast!
HEART PUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQ1BoHu53e0
Veronica shuddered from stem to stern and started to crumple to her knees, a journey Ivy herself interrupted by shifting her arm control to a more traditional Hammerlock before throwing on another Front Facelock. Taking a moment to blow a smooch to the hard camera, Ivy hunched forward, then snapped backward to SPIKE Veronica's skull with another concussive DDT! No roll through this time, Treymane finished up face-down and would've stayed that way if Ivy hadn't rolled her over and crawled on board, the redhead going tummy to tummy with the vulnerable champ while also pressing the bony ridge of one forearm into 'Ronnie's jaw while Al and the FAWNatics counted out...
HAMMERLOCK DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4onj5U7ni5E
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
Ivy hadn't hooked a leg and the Magnificent Moll capitalized by planting her feet and bridging hard enough to toss Armstrong aside at the last possible second! Still deep in a fog after near back to back DDT's, Veronica flopped onto her stomach and fought to all fo--“RRRGHHH!” Ivy snatched a double handful of hair and wrenched the penitent powerhouse's head back at a sharp angle just before she dropped to a seat in front of her foe. “Good fight, sugar.” Armstrong growled as she wedged the champion's face into the center of her trunks. “Against anyone else it would've been good enoOOOWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAHK!”
The Pinstripe Powerhouse pivoted her head to one side and chomped down on the inside of Ivy's right thigh! Abandoning the Southern Charm to save her stems from further punishment, Ivy scrambled to her feet while still in full possession of the Destroyer's long locks. “Get up, bitch. Ah said get up!” she barked at the grimacing blonde. “You wanna use your teeth, huh? Let's see how that works with a broken jaw!”
She slapped Treymane across the mouth on general principle, then shoved her away and lashed out with a Toe Kick that caught the Dangerous Dame deep in the midsection. Whipping around to catch a Three Quarters Facelock even as Veronica doubled over, Armstrong went up on tiptoes and-- 'Ronnie pressed both hands to the small of Ivy's back and shoved with all her might to send her adversary stumbling toward the ropes. The journey was rough but Ivy remained upright thanks to a last second grip on the top strand. She'd just started to fix her bearings when a motion blur materialized on the other side of the apron. Then strong hands were in her hair and she was snapped forward and down, the veteran's throat TWANGED against the rubber-coated steel courtesy of a vindictive Lily Burlingame!
Rocked back on her heels by the scathing heat of the Hot Shot, turned to the rest of the ring without a thought of who she'd left behind. Alas memory rushed in at freight train speed, as did Veronica Treymane, though only the latter greeted Ivy with a Lariat that THWHAPPED across her clavicle! Armstrong went down flat with both legs kicked high, the perfect position for Treymane to snuggle in and bundle her up for the...
LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTQBDHZITAA
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Alabama Slamma' fought loose with a whisper to spare, much to the surprise and consternation of the Magnificent Moll. “You kidding me, sheamus?” she showed him three fingers. “This Daisy's finished!”
“Not quite, Veronica. That was only two.”
Down on the floor, Lily swatted the apron with both hands but didn't get to cheer Treymane on because Cynthia Mitchell tromped around the corner like a vengeful slasher making their last assault in the final reel. “Spruh... springy little bitch.” the Cynful One rasped at Lily. “I'm gonna grind you into the floor.”
Burlingame took a couple of slow steps back even as she beckoned Mitchell to give chase. “You'll have to catch me first, Cindy!”
Cynthia exploded forward only to hesitate when charged as well! Reacting without thinking, the middle Mitchell dipped down and extended an arm to scoop her foe up, but in doing so she gifted the Star Strider a perfect launchpad to spin around and through, Burlingame smecking a Headscissors around her opponent's noggin even as she curled under Cyn's left arm and grabbed hold of the challenger's right wrist to craaaaaaaaaaaaaaank that limb back at a gawdawful angle! Caught deep in Lily's Cosmic Entanglement, Mitchell straightened up, stomped a couple of steps and then crumpled to her knees beneath the pressure of the Scissors and the torque of the Armbar.
COSMIC ENTANGLEMENT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g2-E_H3f0l4
“Don't worry about tapping out.” Burlingame murmured as Cynthia's left hand went to the floor for a little extra support. “I'll let you go once the bell rings or you pass out, whichever comes first.”
Right about the time their partners were setting off on a treacherous race, Veronica plunged her hands into Ivy's long locks and peeled her off the canv--“AAAARRRRHHH!” Armstrong's hands did some work of their own, forming into talons and slashing across her rival's eyes! A Toe Kick to the gut had Treymane doubled over inspecting the toes of her boots, an arrangement that allowed the Alabama Slamma' to reel 'Ronnie's head between her thighs. In the next instant she slipped her arms beneath the blonde's biceps and clasped her hands to complete the Double Underhook. “This isn't mah move, officially.” Ivy cooed as she squeeeeeeeeeezed Veronica's noggin just because she could. “But Ah don't think Cyn will mind one little biWHOOAAAAAAAHHH!”
The Dangerous Dame had lost use of her arms so she relied on her legs instead, Treymane giving voice to an effortful grunt as she stood tall with Ivy still hooked on tight! In hindsight Armstrong could've escaped what came next if she'd simply let go, however she wasn't one to relinquish a deep-set Headscissors no matter the circumstances and that ultimately proved her doom when Veronica rocked back on her heels and dropped to her butt to THWHONK the crown of Ivy's skull into the canvas-sheathed plywood with a slightly modified version of a maneuver she'd been tinkering with, the Pinstripe Prison Break!
PINSTRIPE PRISON BREAK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2bNEBw4mEZ4
Armstrong bounced to a seat with a glassy sheen in her eyes, an expression that didn't change much even when Veronica cupped her ears and hauled her upright. “This IS my move, Daisy.” the Gorgeous Gangster noted as she trapped Ivy's arms in a retaliatory Double Underhook. “And I don't mind sharing it with you!” On that generous note she leaned all the way to the right, then snapped left with enough force to spin both ladies through a snug spiral that ended with Veronica landing on her tummy while Ivy was PLANTED on her forehead with ring-rattling force!
DAISY CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdI4GHjfPIM
Mowed down by the heavy firepower of the Daisy Cutter, Armstrong was all fluttering tummy and sludgy limbs when Treymane rolled her onto her back and took a seat on her chest, the big blonde making a point to hook one of those dangerous legs in a Reverse Matchbook while she raised her other hand to help Carpenter count the...
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THREE!
The bell echoed throughout the arena but neither Veronica or Lily left their respective mounts until the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions... COSMIC NOIR!”
“Better luck next time, buttercup!” Lily gave Cynthia's defenseless glutes a saucy swat, then let loose and dove under the bottom rope to rejoin her partner.
Treymane, who'd just accepted the gold from Al, handed one to Lily so they could clink the faceplates together before the ref took a wrist and raised their free hands high.
“That was tough.” Burlingame told Treymane as they exchanged a hug after the first wave of crowd noise died down. Those chicks did not go down easy!”
Veronica grinned, flicked a glance at Ivy. “Still went down though, didn't they? Went just like every other pair of daisies that've stepped to us so far.”
“Who's next in line, do you think?”
After what Braddock did, who knows? But that's tomorrow's problem. Tonight,” Treymane raised a foot and set the sole atop Ivy's chest to treat the FAWNatics to a brawny double bicep flex, “we celebrate cooling off the Hellions.”
Happy to engage in a solid Gladiatrix cover candidate, Lily planted a foot on Armstrong's belly and hoisted her gold alongside Treymane's. “Reach for the stars, ladies!” she called to the locker-room. “That's the only way you'll ever get close to our level!”