Post by hawkeye on Dec 4, 2022 17:39:28 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Cawnpore, India, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds. She is the Golden Empress... AMARA SINGH!”
EXOTIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPhhZg9v9NU
Boos from all corners converge on the stage at the sound of her name and they only grow louder once the captivating groove of 'Exotic' filled the FAWN Arena. The woman in question stormed through the curtain mere seconds later, the Bollywood Bombshell claiming the stage on her own two feet as her iconic palanquin had been so cruelly destroyed the previous year by the disgusting machinations of Alexis Suguitan.
AMARA SINGH:
Yet such distressing thoughts were nowhere near Singh's mind tonight, indeed the former World Champion's attention was focused solely on the squared circle and the redemption she would find therein after disposing of yet another peasant pretender. Heading in that direction once she'd allowed the unworthy throng a few precious seconds to bask in her radiance, the Bollywood Bombshell made no effort to respond to any of the jeers hurled in her direction, though she did occasionally raise a threatening hand to any cretin that dared extend grubby fingers too far in her direction.
For tonight's exhibition against a peasant everyone else insisted on calling 'competition', Singh wore a black bikini top and matching trunks shorts connected by semi-sheer cloth linking at her clavicle with a belt high on her midriff. This darker ensemble is finished with matching boots and pads. Reaching the foot of the ramp shortly thereafter, Amara strode up the steps to the apron, but refused to enter the ring until Senior Official Nick Castle sat down on the middle rope to create a properly respectful passage. Singh slipped through without so much as a word, her attention was on the center where she took up residence staring straight into the hard camera. Lips twisted in a cruel smile, the former World Champion stretched her arms wide, then brought both hands together and pantomimed wrenching some poor unfortunate's neck with her Camel Clutch.
Once the message was so clear even Orlando couldn't fail to understand, Amara moved to the far corner and settled in against the buckles to watch her hapless prey totter into view.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Stovington Vermont, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds! She is the Rainmaker, the Ace, the Bankable Bombshell, this is...SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGEZpSQEhls
SUE BURLINGAME:
All the bad vibes disappeared in a blink, swallowed whole by the discordant opening riff of 'Crown on the Ground'. The noise was still building when the eldest Burlingame brushed through the curtain with the sort of swagger that one earned after fifteen years of beating the best and crushing the rest. Smiling wide as the first 'SUE!' chants reached her ears, the Ace stretched her arms wide and threw back her head to call down a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro! Stock still until the last of it had faded away, Sue turned her attention to Amara, tipped her a wink and started down the ramp.
For her first ever encounter with the Cawnpore Cutthroat, Burlingame wore her classic dark blue two-piece with mellow golden trim probably had something to do with it as well. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look. Though never a hand-slapper in the vein of a Shea London or Kylie Sanders, the Rainmaker did a little bit of zigging and zagging on her way to the ring, be it to bump knuckles with any offered her way or to pose for a selfie in front of a sign reading:
AMARA'S AN EMPRESS, BUT SUE'S AN ICON!
Smiling a little wider when she saw the brunette scowl, Burlingame finished her march to the ring with a quick sprint that let her dive under the bottom rope and pop to one knee in the middle of the ring. A wary eye confirmed Singh was still in her corner, so Sue popped to boot-leather and offered the crowd a swanky little bow before she backpedaled into her corner to await Castle's final instructions.
No hesitation from either woman at the CLANG of the bell and really, why would they? Amara Singh had held the World Title with an iron fist, as well as every other title for which she was eligible. And Sue Burlingame? She might as well be a candidate for FAWN's Mount Rushmore, one of only four women to ever hold the World Championship on three separate occasions. No, the Goddess and the Ace did not shy away from a challenge, not even one so daunting as the woman striding her way to the center of the squared circle.
Slowing as the distance between herself and the American shrank away to almost nothing, Amara began to circle, though she made no effort to raise a hand against her adversary. “I see this place has grown unruly in my absence.” she noted with obvious disgust. “Thieves impersonating royalty, poseurs and charlatans polluting the Tag Team ranks and now a sawed-off little usurper strolls through my kingdom with not one, but TWO belts strapped around her pudgy waist.”
Sue smiled, brought her hands up and continued to circle. “Sounds like you've got a lot of problems, princ--”
“Empress.” Singh interrupted.
“Sounds like you've got a lot of problems, Empress.” Sue answered in a tone of feigned subservience. “Makes me wonder what you plan on doing about it.”
Amara smirked, lifted her hands and crooked them into claws. “First, I believe I'll break your arrogant spirit with my Camel Clutch. Once that issue is settled, I'll drop your whimpering carcass on Bethany Christian's doorstep to remind her that a TRUE World Champion is eager to reclaim her thr--”
The Ace pivoted on one heel, brought her other knee up to hip level and hopped forward, precursor to a Super Kick that had Singh scrambling backward until she realized it was only a feint. “I'm no one's stepping stone, princess.” Burlingame was still smiling, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. “Treat me as such and I might just have to use your pretty face as a seat.”
Amara scoffed, rolled her shoulders and stomped over to the other brunette, Singh chesting up on her foe hard enough to rock Sue back on her heels. “As if a peasant like you could accomplish such a feat.” she sneered.
“Oh, I like my odds.” Sue broke in before the Golden Empress could continue. “A little bird gave me some very useful hints on the best way to turn you into a se-- excuse me, throne. Lenore said you like to be called a thro--”
“BITCH!” Singh snatched a huge handful of hair and yanked Burlingame's head backward to get a better angle on the Haymaker she launched at the startled wrestler's jawNO!
Sue blocked the punch with her free hand, clamped down on the nape of Amara's neck and surged forward to THUMP a Kneelift into the pit of her foe's stomach! The former World Champion doubled over only to rear back on her heels when the Rainmaker landed a second Kneelift, this one directly between the eyes! Swatting Amara's mitt out of her hair as soon as she felt the brunette's grip slacken, Burlingame answered with her own hair-pull (making sure to yank her foe's head this way and that), then reeled the former Gold Standard into a Front Facelock. Sue sank the rest of her hooks in a second or two but she'd only muscled Singh off the mat by a few inches when the black-clad beauty PAK-PAK-PAAAKED a trio of punches into Burlingame's ribs!
Quick to seize control of the Facelock as soon as her boots returned to the canvas, Singh snatched hold of the heiress' waistband and boosted her to high noon for a Vertical Suplex or perhaps a Brainbust--“EERRRRGGHH!” Awkward positioning be damned, Susan pumped a Kneelift into the crown of Amara's skull to ensure an earlier, much more pleasurable return to the mat. Yoking up on Amara's neck to regain control of the Facelock once she'd settled her footing, Burlingame caught hold of the other brunette's waistband and made it disappear with a wedgie that quickly gave way to a quick fusillade of stinging SPANKS!
“Damn, Lenore wasn't lying.” Sue remarked over the furious hiss of the Golden Empress. “You've got a perfect ass for spaOOOOWWWW FAHK!”
Where the Ace went for the back of her rival's togs, Amara sought out the front, the Bollywood Bombshell stuffing an early Claw between Burlingame's thighs! “Impudent peasant!” Singh wrenched free of the Facelock and promptly smacked Sue's mouth as the American minced from one foot to the other. “Do you really think invoking that filthy rat bird would garner an advantage over me?” Without waiting for an answer, Amara slung her other arm over Burlingame's shoulder and boosted her up onto her right shoulder just to THWHAM her to the canvas with an emphatic Scoop Slam!
SCOOP SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qD9JgrWe_Wg
Sue hit hard and bounced to a seat just to have Singh palm her shoulders and force her right back down. From there she pivoted into position off the heiress' right side and sprang high into the air, Amara getting some serious height for a Destroyer class powerhouse. Of course this meant bad things for the Ace once Singh kicked her legs forward and came down hard, the full weight of one bronze thigh THWUMPING down atop Burlingame's chest! Both legs popped up but Amara only hooked one and it was still more than enough for a domineering cover that had the FAWNatics worrying this thing could be over in...
ONE...
TWO...
Sue kicked out simultaneous to the second slap of the mat, her escape earning a relieved sigh from the capacity crowd. Singh looked irritated, albeit not disappointed. While an unexpected dismissal of someone like Burlingame would've certainly strengthened her case for a shot at singles gold, a prolonged beat-down, a... thorough dismantling, would be far more valuable. To that end she plunged her hands into the heiress' hair and pulled her onto all fours, then halved that grip so she could THWHAP a heavy Forearm Smash across Burlingame's shoulders. “Either kiss my boots or get on your feet, peasant!” she barked down at the penitent battler. “And if you're going to grovel at least be polite enough to mewl a litWHOOAAHH!”
The Ace grabbed hold of Singh's ankles and swept her legs out from underneath with a single violent yank! Amara landed flat on her back, the THUMP of body on canvas and 'oooooffffh!' of breath leaving lungs both quite overwhelmed by the roar of the crowd as Susan sprang to her feet and wrenched the brunette's legs into a lewd, painful 'V'! Amara's eyes went wide and both hands flew toward the juncture of her thighs, the former World Champ trying to wave off Burlingame's inevitable Low Bl-- Sue raised a foot and Singh cringed, then cursed when the blonde flipped into a low somersault that ended with her boots on the canvas and her back pressed snug to the Indian's chest and face! Still close to the action following the last pin, Nick Castle swooped in and counted off...
JACKKNIFE PIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=anCDgA-DD48
ONE...
TWO...
Amara flattened both hands into paddles and SLAPPED them against Burlingame's flanks to break the Jackknife an instant after 'TWO!' Scrambling in opposite directions, the tawny tigresses regained their footing and hurled themselves at one another for a Collar & Elbow Tie-“HHRRRGGHHH!” Singh pivoted on the spot and THUMPED a Broadside Kneelift into the American's tummy to sabotage the clinch before it even began!
“Next one lands between your thighs, peasant!” the Empress murmured in Burlingame's ear before hooking her left arm across the back of Sue's head and pulling her down just to THWHAP a European Uppercut across the other wrestler's chin. Burlingame rocked on the spot without bending the knee and that simply wouldn't do as far as Amara was concerned. “It seems to me that you entertain a ridiculous notion of equality, peasant.” Singh snatched a handful of hair, drew back her other arm and pasted a Forearm Smash to the Rainmaker's mug on general principle. “To disabuse you of such foolishness I think it's only fair that you exit the ring and attempt reentry in a suitably humble fashion.”
No response from Burlingame (which was in fact the only correct response) so Amara switched over to a grip on the nape of her neck and raced toward the side of the ring that fronted the ramp. Slamming the brakes at the last second, Singh pitched Burlingame up and over, the three time former World Champ hurtling out into the void to splatter against the NO! Sue caught the rubber-coated steel in one hand and skyhooked her way onto the apron in a nifty little landing that Amara didn't note because she'd already turned her back to celebrate the successful beautification of her ring!
The cheers of the peasant throng told her something was amiss and this suspicion was confirmed when she spied Burlingame on the apron looking entirely too comfortable. “WRETCH!” Singh exploded forward and lashed out with a right hand that was all claws, the Bollywood Bombshell aiming to rake her foe's face into the front-- Sue dipped under the swipe, grabbed hold of the top rope in both hands and leapt up, the veteran stretching out parallel to the strands so she could THWHACK a kick offa the side of Singh's noggin! Amara stumbled backward with one hand pressed to her temples which meant she didn't see it when Burlingame hopped onto the top rope and made like her youngest sister with a gorgeous leap that sent her into the lights. This display of acrobatics earned another loud cheer from the FAWNatics but it was actually the sight of an amorphous shadow descending upon her that caused Singh to glance up half a heartbeat before Sue's boots THWHUMPED against her chest!
SPRINGBOARD MISSLE DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SNLRnZX-0ec
The Springboard Missile Dropkick blew Amara off her feet and she hit the deck hard before rolling under the bottom rope to plop to the floor. Back inside the ring, Burlingame drew her knees to her chest, then kipped to verticality and threw her arms wide much to the delight of the capacity crowd. “Who's ring is it?” she asked the FAWNatics despite knowing damned well what they'd say.
'SUE'S RING!' came the unanimous answer.
With the issue presently settled, Burlingame strode to the edge, took a seat on the middle strand and grabbed hold of the top rope to open a brazen passage for the Empress, who was still down on one knee in the aftermath of the huge Dropkick. “C'mon Empress, get your ass back in here!” Sue extended her free arm in a sweeping invitation to the former World Champion. “You may not rule the way you used to, but you've still got an open invitation any time you wanna get beat--bitch, leggo!”
Singh straightened up and grabbed onto Susan's ankle in an effort to yank the heiress from her perch. “Servants do not have the power to grant invitations.” the brunette growled to her disrespectful adversary. “Their only purpose is to press their foreheads to the dirt when in the presence of their EmpRRRGGHHH!”
Burlingame swung under the top rope so she could face Amara while maintaining her perch on the second strand. Holding onto the top rope for leverage, she drew back her free leg and THWHACKED a quick kick off Singh's jaw! Amara grunted and let loose of the American's foot which allowed Burlingame to line up a short Mule Kick that send both heels into her opponent's chest. Singh stumbled, caught her balance and raised a commanding index finger to the Ace only to backpedal several more steps when Sue slipped back into the squared circle and jumped onto the top rope! Some sort of crazy aerial assault seemed inevitable, thus Amara's hasty exit. Of course Burlingame hadn't won three World Championships by launching herself into vacated spaces, so she merely held the position (a page straight out of Lily's playbook) and beckoned Singh back with a crooked index finger.
“C'mon baby.” she teased. “You're not gonna win anything out there.”
Incensed by the laughter this evoked from her inferiors on both sides of the aisle, Amara turned her attention to the Senior Official and ordered, “Get her back! I demand safe passage back to MY ring!”
“You can stop flexing now, Sue.” Castle carefully tapped his charge on the calf so as not to upset her balance. “Hop down from there and stop crowding the ropes.”
Burlingame snorted, but offered no other complaint before complying with the referee's request. Much more comfortable now that the Bankable Bombshell had retreated to center ring, Amara took a moment to compose herself before returning to the battleground from which she'd been unjustly driven. She was all of three steps from the apron when Susan charged forward and juked around the ref to hurl herself feet first under the bottom rope for a beautiful Baseball Slide DropNOOOO!
Singh had expected some sort of duplicitous attack from the American trash and she responded by grabbing hold of the ring skirt and pulling it up to create a nifty little pouch that swallowed the surprised battler all the way to the waist! Snatching a handful of hair as soon as her opponent touched down, Amara PAK-PAK-PAAAKED a trio of straight right hands into Burlingame's chin, the followed with half a dozen Forearm Smashes to the chest! Understandably stunned following this swift reversal, Burlingame eventually mustered a response that included a few body blows, alas this only seemed to infuriate Singh, who responded with a swift Kneelift to the crotch!
“You would dare summon and dismiss me, peasant?” Amara sneered after she'd drawn Sue's noggin into a Front Facelock. “All of your family's wealth means nothing in MY ring and the surrounding environs. Here, you're born a peasant and you'll die a peasant unless I say otherwise!”
Slinging the blonde's near arm across her shoulders, Singh snatched a handful of waistband and muscled Burlingame out of the apron trap only to immediately take her up, over and down with a Vertical Suplex that THWHUMPED her onto the barely-padded concrete floor! The landing wasn't entirely pleasant for the Bollywood Bombshell, yet it was far worse for the Ace, who rolled over onto her stomach and pressed one hand to the small of her aching back.
“Now you begin to see your place in the scheme of things.” Singh cooed as she rose over the Ace. “There's no need for earlier foolishness to result in your utter destruction. All I require is a small act of denigration...” Amara slid her right foot to within inches of her opponent's face. “Kiss my boot, peasant. This is the will of your Empr--”
“Kiss my ass.” Sue grunted. “This is the will of your bettNNNGGHHHH!”
Amara stomped that sass out of the blonde on the spot, the black-clad warrior unleashing at least half a dozen servings of sole food before she snatched a double handful of hair and hauled the woozy heiress to her feet. Halving that grip to hook an arm between Burlingame's thighs, Amara hupped her fellow former World Champion into place across her chest, then turned around and honed in on the ring-post at the far corner. “I understand that arrogance and disrespect are two pillars of your... brand.” Singh chided as she treated the blonde's backside to a derisive pinch. “Neither of these will be tolerated in my presence. So if I have to shatter them... and you, to carve out the deference I am due, then so be it.”
Threat made, the brunette rushed down the narrow aisle on a sharp diagonal and BWUNKED Burlingame spine-first against the unforgiving steel! Susan wailed and shuddered violently but she couldn't escape the Golden Empress' grip. Swaggering around the corner with Sue still dangling in her grasp, Singh took the flagging fighter to the middle of the apron before stuffing her under the bottom rope. A derisive shove from the brunette sent Susan rolling closer to the center of the ring where she came to a stop on her stomach.
As for Amara, she hopped onto the apron, moved to the nearest corner and dipped through the ropes so she could climb into position on the second turnbuckle. Fixing the massed throng with an elegant sneer of disdain, Singh raised her left arm overhead and made a show of removing her elbow pad, which she promptly dropped to the floor. Dagger unsheathed, the Subcontinental Siren sprang out into the void, Amara keeping her bare arm crooked into a 'V', the point of which she THWHUMPED into the small of Burlingame's back! Susan cried out and instinctively flopped onto her back which allowed Singh to settle into a Lateral Press and hook the far leg for a count of...
DIVING ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJYO2ffe54M
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Burlingame twisted a leg free and rolled onto her side to escape the predicament with half a second to spare. Amara leaned back on her haunches and trained a baleful look on Castle, but when she spoke again it was to the Bankable Bombshell. “Prostrate vulnerability looks exquisite on you, peasant.” She shifted a knee onto the small of her opponent's back, helped herself to a double handful of hair and puuuullllllllled the American's head and neck at an increasingly painful angle. “But grovelling surrender looks even better. Would you like to beg now, or shall I continue to drag you through the dirt?”
Ignoring Castle's much more polite inquiry (she wasn't about to submit to a fucking hair pull), Burlingame grunted, “Guuuuhhhh... get that work while you can, honey. We both know this ends with me sitting on your faNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Amara was in no mood for that sort of insolence so she SLAMMED Susan's forehead into the deck and aggressively dragged her face back and forth until Castle reached 'FOUR!' on his count! Hands raised overhead to indicate she was granting her prey the cleanest break she deserved, Singh got to her feet, then bent down and collected Sue's locks in a loose ponytail she used to hoist her to all fours. Emphatic jeers from those in attendance as Amara used her makeshift leash to dog walk Burlingame over to the ropes, which the Rainmaker immediately seized in one hand. “Break!” she called to Castle. “Get this bitch off me, Nick! I'm in the ropeRRRRGGGHHHH!”
Amara forced Sue's upper body through the space between the bottom and middle ropes, then laid claim to the blonde's biceps and draped her arms over the rubber-coated steel. In the next instant she hooked her hands over Burlingame's chin and braced a knee between her shoulders, Amara yanking back on the former and pushing forward on the latter to torture her rival with a rope-assisted Camel Clutch! “This is just a taste!” Amara barked at Sue as she poured on the pressure. “You think it hurts now? Imagine how much worse it'll be when you're on your belly in the center of the mat!”
Refusing to waste her breath when she knew Castle would be enforcing the break sooner than later, Burlingame gnashed her teeth and held on in stubborn silence until she heard another 'FOUR!' “OOOOWWWW FUCK!” Sue had just breathed a sigh of relief when Singh crooked her hands into claws and raked the American's back from shoulders to buttocks! Pleased by the peasant's wail of pain, Amara turned around and sprinted across the ring to bounce off the opposite set of strands. The Cold November throng urged Burlingame to get outta the way only to groan in communal dismay when the Bollywood Bombshell hopped up and THAWHUMPED both knees between the blonde's shoulders!
DOUBLE KNEES TO BACK IN ROPES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A9OtjIHGxR4
Amara bounced away and Susan did too, the gasping grappler sprawled out parallel to the ropes with both hands swaddling her burning throat. She was fighting to regain her breath when Singh grabbed hold of the blonde's ears and dragged her to boot-leather. Twisting around once the weakened wrestler was upright, Amara reached over her right shoulder with both hands to cup the Ace's chin. From there she dipped down and leaned forward, a shift that pulled Sue off her feet and up onto the bronze battler's back! Hangman secure, Amara took a few steps forward and began to jounce and bounce, each adjustment of her stance putting more strain on Burlingame's neck and spine. Burlingame flailed and groaned but made no effort to actually surrender so Singh straightened up, then doubled forward to muscle the heiress onto her six like an oversized backpack.
HANGMAN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYT6SiulIQw
“Ask her!” the Golden Empress snapped at Nick after several seconds of neck-stretching punishment. “I tire of hearing this peasant's whining in my ear!”
“You heard her, Sue.” Castle got close, though made sure to stay out of reach by several inches. “Need me to call it? She the word and I'll ring the bell.”
“Nuuuuuhhhh... no need, Nick.” Sue had a sturdy grip on the brunette's wrists and was trying to wrest her hands free while simultaneously driving the point of one heel into Singh's bronzed buns. “Amara's gonna let me down any time now, I can feel it. She's skipped leg day far too often to carry my greatneSSNNNNGGHHHH!” Disgusted by the flagrant disrespect, Amara straightened up again, only this time she kicked both legs forward and dropped to her butt, a violent shift that tore Burlingame off her feet and THWHUNKED the base of her skull against the brunette's unyielding shoulder! Bounced to a sloppy seat by the Hangman's Neckbreaker, Sue tried to roll to all fours only to find herself looking up at the lights when the Bollywood Bombshell cupped a hand across her chin and dragged her to the canvas. Then she crawled aboard in a domineering tummy to tummy pin, not quite a full Double Leg Grapevine, yet certainly arrogant enough to earn plenty of jeers while Castle counted off...
HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER @ 00:52
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTe-0BFMvHI
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Burlingame rolled to one side, spilling her brunette adversary off with half a second to spare. “It's clear you're no match for me.” Singh scoffed as she buried a hand in Sue's hair before returning to verticality. “And I refuse to waste any more time pretending otherwise. I have titles to win and you have better days to look back upon.” Stuffing the Ace's head between her thighs, Amara hunched forward and wrapped her arms around Burlingame's waist so she could muscle her up onto her shoulders in a single swift mot--“NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Clearly not interested in enduring a BollyBomb at the moment, Susan clamped her legs tight around Singh's skull to hold her in place while she delivered elbow after elbow to the bridge of the Indian lovely's nose! Half a dozen blows loosened her grip enough for Burlingame to squirm free and land comfortably in front of the wobbly former World Champion. A single Toe Kick doubled her over and then Amara's arms were wrapped up in a sturdy Double Underhook and-- 'Ooooooooooohhhh!' from those assembled when the Bankable Bombshell muscled her rival upside down, the toes of Singh's black boots pointed into the rafters while Burlingame held her in place. She maintained the stall 'til the crowd reached a count of 'FIVE!', then she swung Amara down and dropped to one knee to THUNK the brunette's forehead against the point of her left knee!
BUTTERFLY FACEBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rssh2fD_lb0
The cleverly delivered Facebreaker didn't actually take the Subcontinental Siren off her feet, but it did stun her to such a degree that she didn't offer any resistance when Burlingame slipped an arm between her legs and 'hupped' her onto her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry. Twisting her hips so that Amara's legs feet were pointing straight ahead, Susan snapped back the other way and let the brunette tumble loose from her shoulders while neatly catching her head in a Three Quarters Facelock. In the next instant she again dropped to one knee, the Rainmaker THUNKING her foe's forehead onto the right one for a sense of symmetry!
ACE OF ACES @ 1:31:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9c8pHMFpGc
Reeling on the spot after eating the Ace of Aces, Singh only groaned when Burlingame turned her around and secured a Full Nelson. No submission attempt this, she dipped down, then popped her hips to take the brunette up , over and down, Amara PLANTED on the back of her head and shoulders by the Dragon Suplex! The throw landed clean so no one was surprised when Burlingame maintained the bridge on impact, the Ace going up on tiptoe to keep the Bollywood Bombshell folded in half through...
DRAGON SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-wq9yK2MAU
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Amara kicked loose of the bridge to extend the match by another three seconds, much to the displeasure of the FAWNatics. Sue on the other hand wasn't irritated in the slightest, she wanted a chance to put some hard miles on the arrogant Empress and she knew exactly how to do it. Tugging the Cawnpore native to a seat with a double handful of hair, Burlingame settled into a seat behind her and deftly 'smecked' her legs around the brunette's waist. Palms on the mat she lifted her hips into the air and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed the Bodyscissors long enough to make Singh wheeze in pain. “Too much pressure for ya, princess?” the Ace taunted. “You could always tap out before I cut you in two!”
BODYSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nbBm6fOoNM
Amara scoffed despite the strain of her opponent's encroaching thighs. “As if you could muster the strength for such a task. The best you could do is stymie my efforts until I grow bored and NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Burlingame dropped to her butt, grabbed a huge handful of dark hair and forced Singh's head forward so she could THWHAP half a dozen Forearm Smashes into the nape of the Indian beauty's neck. Amara groaned and went rub her aching neck only to cry out when Burlingame reset her hands and jostled her hips over and over to put even more strain on Singh's midsection. “Still feeling bored, honey?” Sue was all smiled as she continued to grind away with the Scissors. “Me? I'm enjoying the hell outta this, the feeling of my thighs on your ribs is just wondergggrrrhhhhh!”
Furious over the American's disrespect, Amara crooked her hands into talons and sank them into the undersides of her attacker's thighs. “Your enjoyment will turn to anguish the moment I see fit.” Singh sneered at Burlingame. “And anguish will beget humiliation, that arrogance of which you're so proud curdled to helpless bawling once I deign to stop playing with youOOOOOOWWWW PEASANT BITCH!”
Sue's position ensured she could've hammered away at the Bollywood Bombshell's head to break the tearing grip, instead she decided to secure her own, the Ace reaching over Amara's shoulders to clamp down on her opponent's breasts! “Ask her!” Burlingame's tone was nastily pert as she leaned in and planted a taunting kiss on Singh's feverish cheek. “I don't think the Empress is feeling her usual royal pain in the ass self today.”
Already close, Nick hunkered down to draw level with his charges. “How you doing, Amara? Need me to--”
“Of course not!” Singh barked. “The fumblings of this fat-fingered peasant queen are of no concern to the Golden EmpRRRRRRRHHHHHHHH!”
Burlingame tightened her grip, pulled Amara's girls apart, then brought 'em together with a soft, albeit audible CLAP that earned lascivious cheers from those in the first several rows. One chesty collision wasn't nearly enough for the heiress, who repeated the tactic over and over even as Amara abandoned her own grip in favor of trying to seize her tormentor's wrists. “Did some research when this match was signed.” Amara couldn't see the blonde's face, but damned if she couldn't hear the smile on Susan's lips. “Found out this move submitted you almost half a dozen times back ho--”
“You are a filthy, inveterate liar.” Singh was still trying to break Burlingame's grip, now she was also rocking left and right in an effort to roll over onto her knees. “Such slander will only ensure I savor your inevitable tears when OOOOOOOHHHH HOW DARE YOU!”
Susan released her grip only to slip both hands under Singh's black lycra top so she could sink her nails into those defenseless bronze orbs! Burlingame kneaded and groped for almost ten seconds before she leaned in and purred, “Give?”
Amara shook her head 'no' reached back with both hands and snatched hold of Sue's hair. “I'd never demean myself by surrendering to a disgusting wretch like--”
A sharp hitch of breath when Burlingame narrowed her focus to a pincer grip, the three time former World Champion twiiiisssssssting her foe's nipples back and forth over and over again. “I think you will. Lenore proved you have limits and while she's set the bar pretty high, I LOVE a chall--”
“I'll break your back!” Singh interrupted with another violent hair pull. “You'll sob and cry even louder than the disgusting rat-bird when I trap you in the Camel ClutHHHRRRGGHH!”
Burlingame broke the pincers, slipped her arms beneath Amara's biceps and laced her fingers across the base of the brunette's skull. A steady increase in pressure forced the point of Singh's chin into the depths of her own cleavage and eventually forced the Subcontinental Siren to relinquish the hair-hold. Without saying a word, Susan rolled over onto her knees, an adjustment that flopped Amara onto her stomach with the blonde astride the small of her back. Shifting her footing so she could sit directly atop Singh's bunched buttocks, the Ace planted her feet, then leaned forward and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked backward on an agonizing Full Nelson Camel Clutch.
FULL NELSON CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdcKWP83Rho
Hardly sympathetic to the plight of an arrogant bully like Amara Singh, the FAWNatics still found it in their collective conscience to groan in distress as Sue's brutal stretch curled her brunette into a spine-snapping 'C'! “Where's your attitude now, crybaby?” she taunted. “You're not gonna start bawling when you could be talking shit, are you?”
“I'LL MAKE YOU SUFFER!” Singh shrieked. “YOU THINK I DID MY WORST TO THE RAVEN? YOU'LL BE PLEADING FOR THAT TENDER MERCY WHEN I NNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Burlingame filled her hands with Amara's dark hair and thrust her forward and down to THAWHAM the Golden Empress' face into the thinly-sheathed plywood! Seated comfortably astride the uncharacteristically silent brunette, Sue leaned down, hooked a Half Nelson and shifted her weight so she could shovel Amara onto her back. Once that was complete she leaned in and brazenly pressed her tummy to those haughty, upturned features in a domineering cover good for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Singh popped her hips and twisted to one side, spilling Burlingame from her mount at the last second. Susan seemed more miffed than disappointed and even that seemed to fade once she'd filled her fingers with the other wrestler's dark hair. Peeling Singh off the canvas in stages, the heiress switched over to a Wristlock, then stepped in and jammed a shoulder between her foe's breasts. “You're the one who's gonna be sobbing when this match is over, princess.” she murmured. “But I'm happy to let you do it into my ass.”
“Innnhhh... insolent bitch.” Amara grunted. “Your humiliation will--”
Whatever her plans, they remained unsaid for the moment because Burlingame stepped away, dropped into a deep crouch and slung her adversary toward a corner on the opposite side of the ring. Singh had endured some heavy punishment over the last few minutes though her legs were still in fine shape and it didn't take her more than a few heartbeats to traverse the squared circle. Alas, she didn't possess sufficient control of her faculties to halt the trip entirely, though she retained enough awareness to spin around in a half circle so she BWUNGED against the buckles spine-first.
Sue watched from a little ways off, the blonde hanging back long enough to confirm the one-time Gold Standard wasn't feigning that woozy slump. Once satisfied she charged the corner and deftly hopped onto the middle strand, the Bankable Bombshell resting her right knee on the top rope beside Amara's left ear while shooting her right hand high into the air. This salute earned a roar from the FAWNatics that grew all the louder when she brought her arm down to THUNK a gorgeous Bionic Elbow into the crown of her opponent's skull!
CORNER MOUNTED BIONIC ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lk0629Zu0Hw
Transitioning from the strike to a Front Facelock in the blink of an eye, Burlingame hopped down from the corner and yanked Singh out of the corner just far enough to swing around and take her place. Just like that she climbed onto the second rope, Sue settling into a seat on the top turnbuckle while she yoked up on the Front Facelock. It could've been a Guillotine Choke but Burlingame had something a bit more concussive in mind. Feet set against the rubber-coated steel, she pushed off and swung around in a gorgeous arc that-- Amara got both hands on the American's hips and shoved hard enough to break the Facelock which sent Sue sailing away all by her lonesome, the planned Tornado DDT quite thwarted. Even so, the Ace landed on her feet and she immediately charged the rumpled Empre--“SNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Singh dove to the side, threaded her feet between Burlingame's ankles and sent her face-first into the second turnbuckle with a Drop Toe Hold! Sue's head snapped back and she flopped over to settle against the corner, one arm draped over the bottom rope while her other hand rubbed the fresh welt on her forehead. As for Amara, she took a moment to gather herself, but only a moment, it simply wouldn't do to waste time when there was a mouth peasant in need of immediate correction. To that end she ran the ropes to the next corner where she wheeled around and rushed back the way she'd came, the resurgent brunette picking up a great head of steam just in time to kick Sue's head into the floor seat fans with a vicious Face Wash that THWHACKED across the blonde's defenseless face!
FACE WASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0VFGDekUZA
Hanging in the ropes to enjoy the jeers that welled up in the wake of that brutal blow, Amara made a show of swiping the side of her boot against Sue's face for several seconds before she reached down and grabbed a huge handful of hair. “Do you like the taste of grime on my boots, peasant? No? Then perhaps you need something a bit better suited to your tacky, new money palette.” The Rainmaker could offer no response to that suggestion, not even after Amara tugged her back into the position she'd occupied before the Face Wash. Above her, Singh turned around and grabbed the top rope in both hands so she had a suitable anchor when she STUFFED her black and bronze backside into Burlingame's mug!
“MMMRRRRPPPPGGHHH AAAAARRRMMMPPPPPPHHHH!” Sue squealed and squalled, pushed and swatted at those encroaching glutes, but(t) her efforts weren't nearly enough stop Singh from enjoying a lengthy Harem Shake. Indeed it might've continued longer still if not for Nick Castle who eventually wandered over and said, “Ok Amara, that's enough. Let's get her out of the corner.”
Singh pleaded sudden onset situational deafness, a condition the Senior Official knew could only be cured by a count, specifically one that ended at “FOUR!” Ending her glorious butt buffing with a final thrust, Amara wheeled around, grabbed Burlingame by the ankles and dragged her out to the center of the ring where she sat down on the heiress' chest and pressed both hands to her shoulders to ensure she stayed down for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOO!
Sue planted her feet flat and bridged up hard, the Ace proving her grit by pitching Singh onto all fours with almost no time to spare. Displeased by this show of resilience from the unworthy opposition, Amara scrambled back into a mount, snatched hold of the blonde's hair and curled her other hand into a fist, which she proceeded to PAK offa the other Bombshell's forehead and over and over and over again!
Having recently allowed the Cawnpore Cutthroat an excessively generous unspoken count to dish out her Harem Shake, Castle wasn't much inclined to extend the same kindness again so it wasn't long at all before he hunched down beside the mugging and demanded, “Open those fists, Amara! This is your only warning!”
The Golden Empress regarded the will of peasants and zebras with equal disdain so it was no surprise when Singh only sneered and continued throwing those heavy hands. Nick answered with another 'FOUR!' count that forced the brunette to throw both hands into the air. That stopped Castle's whining quickly enough so Amara leaned back, hooked an arm around the heiress' left leg and drew it into a tight half cradle that made Burlingame squirm even harder while Castle slapped the mat...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOO!
Sue kicked loose and tumbled onto her stomach to ensure the match would continue. “Your defiance is meaningless, peasant.” Amara growled to Burlingame as she hauled her to boot-leather with another double handful of hair. “All you're doing is ensuring more pain and embarrassment before you're forced to admit your obvious inferiority!”
“Iiiinnn... inferior how?” Susan huffed. “Tacky make-up application? Think that's about the only arena you can beat--”
Singh switched over to a Wristlock, stepped back and slung Burlingame at the ropes with an Irish WhNO! Amara dug in her heels and reeled the heiress in so she could wedge her hands beneath Sue's armpits and hoist her high into the air! Shooting up on tiptoes to get as much elevation as humanly possible, Amara shifted her left hand to between Burlingame's shoulders then went down on one knee to THWHUMP her prey's spine across the broad plank of her thigh!
RYDEEN BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UBf3YxvCu0
The massive Backbreaker made Sue jolt from stem to stern, but a couple well-placed grips from the brunette ensured she didn't slide off her tormentor's knee. Indeed she stayed right there until Singh cupped her ears and rose to her full height. The brunette's head control allowed her to stuff Burlingame's noggin between her thighs for a Standing Headscissors which in turn allowed her to loop both arms around the vulnerable wrestler's waist. “You WILL lick my boots, peasant.” Amara promised. “And you will plead for the honor of doing so.” This prompted no response from the American, so Singh gathered her reserves, then muscled Susan up onto her right shoulder for what could've been a Canadian Backbreaker if the Subcontinental Siren hadn't dropped to one knee and THAWHAMMED Burlingame down on the back of her head and shoulders! Driving her hips into Sue's upturned haunches to keep her folded up after the Bollybomb, Amara went up on tiptoes and braced her palms against the mat so Burlingame couldn't escape before the ref counted...
BOLLYBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuPfkFGTlTM
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sue probably could've kicked out on strength alone, but Singh's domineering pin put the brunette's face close to hers so she deftly jabbed a thumb into her attacker's left eye! Amara cursed and scrambled away, one hand pressed to her watering eye to rub away the worst of the bleariness. Elsewhere, Susan flopped onto her stomach and pushed to all fours so she could make a beeline for the ropes. She'd just grabbed hold of the bottom strand when Amara snatched hold of the Ace's hair and hauled her up enough to force Burlingame's upper body through the gap between top and middle ropes.
“You would dare to mar an Empress, peasant?” Singh laced her hands against the right side of Susan's face and pulled as hard as she could to craaaaaaaaaaaank her neck against the rubber-coated steel! “This is the only reward of such idiotic pursuits!” Amara jounced the hold even harder, the Bollywood Bombshell treating Sue like her own personal Bobblehead until Castle hurried over and started his count.
ROPE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nwugQLISsko
Disgusted by the man's meddling, Singh made a point to keep her eyes locked on the official until he reached 'FOUR!' Only then did she shift her grip to pull the knock-kneed blonde away from the edge and out to the center of the ring. Standing stern and strong off Burlingame's right flank, Amara hooked her left arm under the other woman's right bicep in a sort of off-center Half Nelson while she reached down with her right hand and braced it against the back of Sue's right thigh. “Enjoy life in the dirt, peasant.” The Bollywood Bombshell planted a smooch on her prey's cheek, then dipped down and shot up on tiptoe to shoot Burlingame up and over in a high speed back-flip that brought her down just as the Empress was driving her left knee up between the heiress' eyesNOOOO!
Susan got her hands laced and onto Singh's knee to slap it down only to hook her lower leg and yank it off the mat immediately thereafter. Wide eyed after Singh U2 Sleep didn't connect, Amara remained off her game long enough for Burlingame to step back and stretch that captured leg out full length. Finally aware she was hopping on one foot, the brunette drew back a hand for a royal Bitch Slap and hissed, “I'll teach you to defy RRRRGGHHHH!” Burlingame twisted under the exposed limb and laid out on her side to dump the former World Champion to the deck with a quick but effective Dragon Screw!
DRAGON SCREW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQ7CrpHZPBU
Amara landed awkwardly, rolled through to all fours and clambered to boot-leather albeit a step slower than usual due to the fresh ache in her kn-- Burlingame pivoted toward her showing Super Kick so the Subcontinental Siren instinctively raised a high guard to protect her chin only to take that same strike to her vulnerable knee! Amara's leg buckled and she collapsed in an unwelcome penance that grew all the more troubling when Sue rushed in, hopped into a perch atop her posted thigh and THUNKED a huge Kneelift into the side of her opponent's skull.
LOW SUPER KICK & STEP-UP KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBhQqC5FhuE
Singh's noggin snapped back with such force that Burlingame thought she'd landed a KO so she was genuinely surprised when Amara gathered her wits and clambered to verticality a heartbeat later. Seeing such resilience in the wake of some particularly heavy offense might've flustered competitors with less experience, but the Ace didn't even blink. Slowing whatever Singh had in mind with a single quick Kneelift to the belly, Burlingame snagged a handful of hair and reeled Amara into a Front Facelock before slinging the brunette's near arm across her shoulders. In the next instant she hooked onto Singh's waistband at the left hip and boosted her into the air directly overhe-- Sue kicked both legs forward and dropped straight down to THAWUNK the crown of Amara's skull against the deck courtesy a vicious Snap Brainbuster!
SNAP BRAINBUSTER @ 00:34
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYsCfzwvQ2A
Singh shuddered from end to end without actually escaping the heiress' clutches because Burlingame was locked on tight. Kicking her legs up, she twisted over onto her stomach to force Singh to do the same, though rather than haul the other wrestler fully upright she let loose once Amara was on her knees. In truth it would be more correct to say Susan shifted her grips at that point, the blonde transitioning from the Facelock to stereo Wristlocks in a single smooth motion. Backing off to pull Amara's arms out in front of her, Sue tipped the Bollywood Bombshell a wink and teased, “Enjoy the dirt on my knee-pad, princess.” Then she yanked Singh forward while simultaneously lunging in to drive her right knee between Amara's eyes with a resounding THWHUNK!
DOUBLE WRISTLOCK KNEE STRIKE @ 00:19
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0DHcb5WsYRk
Singh's head snapped back and her arms dropped to her sides but she didn't topple to the canvas until Sue palmed both shoulders and shoved her down. From there she rolled the gobsmacked battler onto her back and hooked the far leg in a tawdry cradle good for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Amara twitched a shoulder off the mat at the last possible instant and earned a bellow of grudging admiration from the crowd in the process. This time Burlingame did show Castle three fingers, though she didn't argue when the Senior Official answered with two. Aware that Amara was too dangerous to grant breathing room, Susan buried her fingers in the Empress' dark locks and hauled her upright before switching over to a Wrist--“NNNGHHHH!”
Singh clocked her in the mouth with a straight right hand that had Burlingame reeling on the spot! Seizing control of the Wristlock Susan had sought for herself, Amara stepped back, dropped her hips and sent the blonde into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Backing up even as the Ace returned, Singh rushed forward and lashed out with a Lariat aimed at her foe's throNO!
Sue dipped below the strike and kept right on to the other side of the ring. As for Amara, she whipped around and raced after the heiress, meaning she got a good view when the Bankable Bombshell threw herself into a gorgeous handspring that 'twanged' her off the strands and back the way she'd-- 'OOOOOHHHHH!' from the FAWNatics when Burlingame popped up, caught Amara's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out flat to THWHAM her against the deck courtesy a beautiful Ace Crusher!
HANDSPRING ACE CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5D7pWk4gOk
Singh tried to roll away from the concussive impact but remained glued to the deck because Burlingame kept her right arm cinched tight across the back of the Empress' head. With the ring still shivering, Burlingame somersaulted over into a seat on Amara's lower back, an adjustment which also cranked the brunette's upper body off the mat at an unpleasant angle. Her situation grew even worse when Sue took hold of Amara's left bicep and pulled it up and back over the coppery expanse of her own left thigh.
Root of All Evil, Sue Burlingame to Amara Singh.
ACE CRUSHER TO ROOT OF ALL EVIL @ 11:48
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArG7KWyMZjY
“TAP!” the Ace demanded as she craaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the pitiless fusion of a Dragon Sleeper and the Bombshell's own vaunted Camel Clutch. Amara groaned and pulled her right hand away from the canvas in hopes of prizing Burlingame's arm from around her neck but she'd barely managed to find purchase when the blonde began to jounce in place, Susan delivering three unanswered Butt Bombs to the center of her rival's back before doubling down on the neck-wrenching strain. “Tap out, princess!” Burlingame demanded of the suffering exotique. “Loud and proud, so everyone can hear it!”
“What do you say, Amara?” Nick knelt beside in front of his charges, though he made sure to stay out of reaching distance. “NEVER!” Singh bicycled her legs wildly, alas this only led to some unpleasant scuff marks on her tummy. “I AM THE GOLDEN EMPRESS AND I DO NOT YIELD TO PEASAN-OOOOHHH FAAAAAAHHHHHK!”
Never above adding in a dash (or several dashes) of humiliation when the situation called for it, the Rainmaker wormed her left hand beneath the lycra of Amara's top and clamped down on the former World Champion's left breast! “Who said anything about peasants, baby?” Burlingame squeezed, kneaded, jostled and jiggled the defenseless orb, her every move designed to increase the 'TAP!' chants flooding the squared circle. “You're tapping to the one and only Sue Burling--”
“SUBMIT!” Singh stretched out her right hand and began to slap the mat over and over again. “I submit you bitch! Now get your filthy hands off me!”
Sue worked all the holds just a little harder, the blonde not deigning to cede her grips until she heard the bell CLANG in the rafters. Fetching a huge sigh of relief, the exhausted heiress let loose and tumbled away to finish up on her back, the victorious veteran raising one arm high when the Announcer proclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission, SUE BURLINGA--” THA-WHAM! A blonde streak fell out of the sky and crashed down atop Burlingame's defenseless midsection before steadying out into the lithesome form of none other than 'Bad' Penny Tremblay!
DYING BREATH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzsnTKwEFSc
PENNY TREMBLAY:
Teeth bared in a ferocious grin as she pushed off the gaping, grimacing ruin of the Rainmaker, Miranda Wainright's Last True Believer swept hair out of her eyes and sneered, “Time's up, Ace. No more running. No more convenient maternity leave. You wanna be a mom so bad? I'll make sure it's your next full time job!”
Ignoring the jeers of the FAWNatics and the warnings of Nick Castle in equal measure, Tremblay buried her hands in the other blonde's battle-damp hair and hauled her to verticality in stages. Soon as she was upright Penny dipped 'round behind, wedged her head beneath Burlingame's left arm and wrapped her right arm around Sue's waist. It sure looked like a Backdrop Suplex when she braced her left hand against Sue's left thigh, but everyone knew it was something far worse and sure enough their worst fears were realized when the Orphan of Midnight boosted Burlingame onto the point of her right shoulder, then twisted sideways and dropped to her back while drawing both knees up tight to her chest! Sue THWHUMPED down on those bony joints and bounced away like they were spring-loaded, the three time former World Champ flopping over onto stomach in a paroxysm of anguish courtesy of the Spine Tremblar.
SPINE TREMBLAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwff5hhOh-0
As for Penny, she spun to one knee, slipped a hand into the hip pocket of her jeans and produced a gleaming silver dollar she promptly pressed into the palm of Burlingame's left hand. “I should make you eat it, but that doesn't serve my purposes at all.” Tremblay explained as she closed Sue's fingers around the 'gift'. “You hold onto that for now, hag. You'll need it to pay your way across the river once I'm done with your miserable ass.”
Sue mumbled something and actually tried to clutch Penny's wrist, but the blonde simply pulled away and slapped the back of her victim's head. “You don't want to do this now.” she said once she was on her feet. “You're not gonna want it later, if I'm being honest. But the era of you controlling your own destiny is over. Rest up, bitch. The end is almost here.” On that note she turned around, kicked some invisible dirt onto the Ace and strode out of the ring leaving two former World Champions laid low as evidence of her presence.
EXOTIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPhhZg9v9NU
Boos from all corners converge on the stage at the sound of her name and they only grow louder once the captivating groove of 'Exotic' filled the FAWN Arena. The woman in question stormed through the curtain mere seconds later, the Bollywood Bombshell claiming the stage on her own two feet as her iconic palanquin had been so cruelly destroyed the previous year by the disgusting machinations of Alexis Suguitan.
AMARA SINGH:
Yet such distressing thoughts were nowhere near Singh's mind tonight, indeed the former World Champion's attention was focused solely on the squared circle and the redemption she would find therein after disposing of yet another peasant pretender. Heading in that direction once she'd allowed the unworthy throng a few precious seconds to bask in her radiance, the Bollywood Bombshell made no effort to respond to any of the jeers hurled in her direction, though she did occasionally raise a threatening hand to any cretin that dared extend grubby fingers too far in her direction.
For tonight's exhibition against a peasant everyone else insisted on calling 'competition', Singh wore a black bikini top and matching trunks shorts connected by semi-sheer cloth linking at her clavicle with a belt high on her midriff. This darker ensemble is finished with matching boots and pads. Reaching the foot of the ramp shortly thereafter, Amara strode up the steps to the apron, but refused to enter the ring until Senior Official Nick Castle sat down on the middle rope to create a properly respectful passage. Singh slipped through without so much as a word, her attention was on the center where she took up residence staring straight into the hard camera. Lips twisted in a cruel smile, the former World Champion stretched her arms wide, then brought both hands together and pantomimed wrenching some poor unfortunate's neck with her Camel Clutch.
Once the message was so clear even Orlando couldn't fail to understand, Amara moved to the far corner and settled in against the buckles to watch her hapless prey totter into view.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Stovington Vermont, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds! She is the Rainmaker, the Ace, the Bankable Bombshell, this is...SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGEZpSQEhls
SUE BURLINGAME:
All the bad vibes disappeared in a blink, swallowed whole by the discordant opening riff of 'Crown on the Ground'. The noise was still building when the eldest Burlingame brushed through the curtain with the sort of swagger that one earned after fifteen years of beating the best and crushing the rest. Smiling wide as the first 'SUE!' chants reached her ears, the Ace stretched her arms wide and threw back her head to call down a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro! Stock still until the last of it had faded away, Sue turned her attention to Amara, tipped her a wink and started down the ramp.
For her first ever encounter with the Cawnpore Cutthroat, Burlingame wore her classic dark blue two-piece with mellow golden trim probably had something to do with it as well. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look. Though never a hand-slapper in the vein of a Shea London or Kylie Sanders, the Rainmaker did a little bit of zigging and zagging on her way to the ring, be it to bump knuckles with any offered her way or to pose for a selfie in front of a sign reading:
AMARA'S AN EMPRESS, BUT SUE'S AN ICON!
Smiling a little wider when she saw the brunette scowl, Burlingame finished her march to the ring with a quick sprint that let her dive under the bottom rope and pop to one knee in the middle of the ring. A wary eye confirmed Singh was still in her corner, so Sue popped to boot-leather and offered the crowd a swanky little bow before she backpedaled into her corner to await Castle's final instructions.
No hesitation from either woman at the CLANG of the bell and really, why would they? Amara Singh had held the World Title with an iron fist, as well as every other title for which she was eligible. And Sue Burlingame? She might as well be a candidate for FAWN's Mount Rushmore, one of only four women to ever hold the World Championship on three separate occasions. No, the Goddess and the Ace did not shy away from a challenge, not even one so daunting as the woman striding her way to the center of the squared circle.
Slowing as the distance between herself and the American shrank away to almost nothing, Amara began to circle, though she made no effort to raise a hand against her adversary. “I see this place has grown unruly in my absence.” she noted with obvious disgust. “Thieves impersonating royalty, poseurs and charlatans polluting the Tag Team ranks and now a sawed-off little usurper strolls through my kingdom with not one, but TWO belts strapped around her pudgy waist.”
Sue smiled, brought her hands up and continued to circle. “Sounds like you've got a lot of problems, princ--”
“Empress.” Singh interrupted.
“Sounds like you've got a lot of problems, Empress.” Sue answered in a tone of feigned subservience. “Makes me wonder what you plan on doing about it.”
Amara smirked, lifted her hands and crooked them into claws. “First, I believe I'll break your arrogant spirit with my Camel Clutch. Once that issue is settled, I'll drop your whimpering carcass on Bethany Christian's doorstep to remind her that a TRUE World Champion is eager to reclaim her thr--”
The Ace pivoted on one heel, brought her other knee up to hip level and hopped forward, precursor to a Super Kick that had Singh scrambling backward until she realized it was only a feint. “I'm no one's stepping stone, princess.” Burlingame was still smiling, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. “Treat me as such and I might just have to use your pretty face as a seat.”
Amara scoffed, rolled her shoulders and stomped over to the other brunette, Singh chesting up on her foe hard enough to rock Sue back on her heels. “As if a peasant like you could accomplish such a feat.” she sneered.
“Oh, I like my odds.” Sue broke in before the Golden Empress could continue. “A little bird gave me some very useful hints on the best way to turn you into a se-- excuse me, throne. Lenore said you like to be called a thro--”
“BITCH!” Singh snatched a huge handful of hair and yanked Burlingame's head backward to get a better angle on the Haymaker she launched at the startled wrestler's jawNO!
Sue blocked the punch with her free hand, clamped down on the nape of Amara's neck and surged forward to THUMP a Kneelift into the pit of her foe's stomach! The former World Champion doubled over only to rear back on her heels when the Rainmaker landed a second Kneelift, this one directly between the eyes! Swatting Amara's mitt out of her hair as soon as she felt the brunette's grip slacken, Burlingame answered with her own hair-pull (making sure to yank her foe's head this way and that), then reeled the former Gold Standard into a Front Facelock. Sue sank the rest of her hooks in a second or two but she'd only muscled Singh off the mat by a few inches when the black-clad beauty PAK-PAK-PAAAKED a trio of punches into Burlingame's ribs!
Quick to seize control of the Facelock as soon as her boots returned to the canvas, Singh snatched hold of the heiress' waistband and boosted her to high noon for a Vertical Suplex or perhaps a Brainbust--“EERRRRGGHH!” Awkward positioning be damned, Susan pumped a Kneelift into the crown of Amara's skull to ensure an earlier, much more pleasurable return to the mat. Yoking up on Amara's neck to regain control of the Facelock once she'd settled her footing, Burlingame caught hold of the other brunette's waistband and made it disappear with a wedgie that quickly gave way to a quick fusillade of stinging SPANKS!
“Damn, Lenore wasn't lying.” Sue remarked over the furious hiss of the Golden Empress. “You've got a perfect ass for spaOOOOWWWW FAHK!”
Where the Ace went for the back of her rival's togs, Amara sought out the front, the Bollywood Bombshell stuffing an early Claw between Burlingame's thighs! “Impudent peasant!” Singh wrenched free of the Facelock and promptly smacked Sue's mouth as the American minced from one foot to the other. “Do you really think invoking that filthy rat bird would garner an advantage over me?” Without waiting for an answer, Amara slung her other arm over Burlingame's shoulder and boosted her up onto her right shoulder just to THWHAM her to the canvas with an emphatic Scoop Slam!
SCOOP SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qD9JgrWe_Wg
Sue hit hard and bounced to a seat just to have Singh palm her shoulders and force her right back down. From there she pivoted into position off the heiress' right side and sprang high into the air, Amara getting some serious height for a Destroyer class powerhouse. Of course this meant bad things for the Ace once Singh kicked her legs forward and came down hard, the full weight of one bronze thigh THWUMPING down atop Burlingame's chest! Both legs popped up but Amara only hooked one and it was still more than enough for a domineering cover that had the FAWNatics worrying this thing could be over in...
ONE...
TWO...
Sue kicked out simultaneous to the second slap of the mat, her escape earning a relieved sigh from the capacity crowd. Singh looked irritated, albeit not disappointed. While an unexpected dismissal of someone like Burlingame would've certainly strengthened her case for a shot at singles gold, a prolonged beat-down, a... thorough dismantling, would be far more valuable. To that end she plunged her hands into the heiress' hair and pulled her onto all fours, then halved that grip so she could THWHAP a heavy Forearm Smash across Burlingame's shoulders. “Either kiss my boots or get on your feet, peasant!” she barked down at the penitent battler. “And if you're going to grovel at least be polite enough to mewl a litWHOOAAHH!”
The Ace grabbed hold of Singh's ankles and swept her legs out from underneath with a single violent yank! Amara landed flat on her back, the THUMP of body on canvas and 'oooooffffh!' of breath leaving lungs both quite overwhelmed by the roar of the crowd as Susan sprang to her feet and wrenched the brunette's legs into a lewd, painful 'V'! Amara's eyes went wide and both hands flew toward the juncture of her thighs, the former World Champ trying to wave off Burlingame's inevitable Low Bl-- Sue raised a foot and Singh cringed, then cursed when the blonde flipped into a low somersault that ended with her boots on the canvas and her back pressed snug to the Indian's chest and face! Still close to the action following the last pin, Nick Castle swooped in and counted off...
JACKKNIFE PIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=anCDgA-DD48
ONE...
TWO...
Amara flattened both hands into paddles and SLAPPED them against Burlingame's flanks to break the Jackknife an instant after 'TWO!' Scrambling in opposite directions, the tawny tigresses regained their footing and hurled themselves at one another for a Collar & Elbow Tie-“HHRRRGGHHH!” Singh pivoted on the spot and THUMPED a Broadside Kneelift into the American's tummy to sabotage the clinch before it even began!
“Next one lands between your thighs, peasant!” the Empress murmured in Burlingame's ear before hooking her left arm across the back of Sue's head and pulling her down just to THWHAP a European Uppercut across the other wrestler's chin. Burlingame rocked on the spot without bending the knee and that simply wouldn't do as far as Amara was concerned. “It seems to me that you entertain a ridiculous notion of equality, peasant.” Singh snatched a handful of hair, drew back her other arm and pasted a Forearm Smash to the Rainmaker's mug on general principle. “To disabuse you of such foolishness I think it's only fair that you exit the ring and attempt reentry in a suitably humble fashion.”
No response from Burlingame (which was in fact the only correct response) so Amara switched over to a grip on the nape of her neck and raced toward the side of the ring that fronted the ramp. Slamming the brakes at the last second, Singh pitched Burlingame up and over, the three time former World Champ hurtling out into the void to splatter against the NO! Sue caught the rubber-coated steel in one hand and skyhooked her way onto the apron in a nifty little landing that Amara didn't note because she'd already turned her back to celebrate the successful beautification of her ring!
The cheers of the peasant throng told her something was amiss and this suspicion was confirmed when she spied Burlingame on the apron looking entirely too comfortable. “WRETCH!” Singh exploded forward and lashed out with a right hand that was all claws, the Bollywood Bombshell aiming to rake her foe's face into the front-- Sue dipped under the swipe, grabbed hold of the top rope in both hands and leapt up, the veteran stretching out parallel to the strands so she could THWHACK a kick offa the side of Singh's noggin! Amara stumbled backward with one hand pressed to her temples which meant she didn't see it when Burlingame hopped onto the top rope and made like her youngest sister with a gorgeous leap that sent her into the lights. This display of acrobatics earned another loud cheer from the FAWNatics but it was actually the sight of an amorphous shadow descending upon her that caused Singh to glance up half a heartbeat before Sue's boots THWHUMPED against her chest!
SPRINGBOARD MISSLE DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SNLRnZX-0ec
The Springboard Missile Dropkick blew Amara off her feet and she hit the deck hard before rolling under the bottom rope to plop to the floor. Back inside the ring, Burlingame drew her knees to her chest, then kipped to verticality and threw her arms wide much to the delight of the capacity crowd. “Who's ring is it?” she asked the FAWNatics despite knowing damned well what they'd say.
'SUE'S RING!' came the unanimous answer.
With the issue presently settled, Burlingame strode to the edge, took a seat on the middle strand and grabbed hold of the top rope to open a brazen passage for the Empress, who was still down on one knee in the aftermath of the huge Dropkick. “C'mon Empress, get your ass back in here!” Sue extended her free arm in a sweeping invitation to the former World Champion. “You may not rule the way you used to, but you've still got an open invitation any time you wanna get beat--bitch, leggo!”
Singh straightened up and grabbed onto Susan's ankle in an effort to yank the heiress from her perch. “Servants do not have the power to grant invitations.” the brunette growled to her disrespectful adversary. “Their only purpose is to press their foreheads to the dirt when in the presence of their EmpRRRGGHHH!”
Burlingame swung under the top rope so she could face Amara while maintaining her perch on the second strand. Holding onto the top rope for leverage, she drew back her free leg and THWHACKED a quick kick off Singh's jaw! Amara grunted and let loose of the American's foot which allowed Burlingame to line up a short Mule Kick that send both heels into her opponent's chest. Singh stumbled, caught her balance and raised a commanding index finger to the Ace only to backpedal several more steps when Sue slipped back into the squared circle and jumped onto the top rope! Some sort of crazy aerial assault seemed inevitable, thus Amara's hasty exit. Of course Burlingame hadn't won three World Championships by launching herself into vacated spaces, so she merely held the position (a page straight out of Lily's playbook) and beckoned Singh back with a crooked index finger.
“C'mon baby.” she teased. “You're not gonna win anything out there.”
Incensed by the laughter this evoked from her inferiors on both sides of the aisle, Amara turned her attention to the Senior Official and ordered, “Get her back! I demand safe passage back to MY ring!”
“You can stop flexing now, Sue.” Castle carefully tapped his charge on the calf so as not to upset her balance. “Hop down from there and stop crowding the ropes.”
Burlingame snorted, but offered no other complaint before complying with the referee's request. Much more comfortable now that the Bankable Bombshell had retreated to center ring, Amara took a moment to compose herself before returning to the battleground from which she'd been unjustly driven. She was all of three steps from the apron when Susan charged forward and juked around the ref to hurl herself feet first under the bottom rope for a beautiful Baseball Slide DropNOOOO!
Singh had expected some sort of duplicitous attack from the American trash and she responded by grabbing hold of the ring skirt and pulling it up to create a nifty little pouch that swallowed the surprised battler all the way to the waist! Snatching a handful of hair as soon as her opponent touched down, Amara PAK-PAK-PAAAKED a trio of straight right hands into Burlingame's chin, the followed with half a dozen Forearm Smashes to the chest! Understandably stunned following this swift reversal, Burlingame eventually mustered a response that included a few body blows, alas this only seemed to infuriate Singh, who responded with a swift Kneelift to the crotch!
“You would dare summon and dismiss me, peasant?” Amara sneered after she'd drawn Sue's noggin into a Front Facelock. “All of your family's wealth means nothing in MY ring and the surrounding environs. Here, you're born a peasant and you'll die a peasant unless I say otherwise!”
Slinging the blonde's near arm across her shoulders, Singh snatched a handful of waistband and muscled Burlingame out of the apron trap only to immediately take her up, over and down with a Vertical Suplex that THWHUMPED her onto the barely-padded concrete floor! The landing wasn't entirely pleasant for the Bollywood Bombshell, yet it was far worse for the Ace, who rolled over onto her stomach and pressed one hand to the small of her aching back.
“Now you begin to see your place in the scheme of things.” Singh cooed as she rose over the Ace. “There's no need for earlier foolishness to result in your utter destruction. All I require is a small act of denigration...” Amara slid her right foot to within inches of her opponent's face. “Kiss my boot, peasant. This is the will of your Empr--”
“Kiss my ass.” Sue grunted. “This is the will of your bettNNNGGHHHH!”
Amara stomped that sass out of the blonde on the spot, the black-clad warrior unleashing at least half a dozen servings of sole food before she snatched a double handful of hair and hauled the woozy heiress to her feet. Halving that grip to hook an arm between Burlingame's thighs, Amara hupped her fellow former World Champion into place across her chest, then turned around and honed in on the ring-post at the far corner. “I understand that arrogance and disrespect are two pillars of your... brand.” Singh chided as she treated the blonde's backside to a derisive pinch. “Neither of these will be tolerated in my presence. So if I have to shatter them... and you, to carve out the deference I am due, then so be it.”
Threat made, the brunette rushed down the narrow aisle on a sharp diagonal and BWUNKED Burlingame spine-first against the unforgiving steel! Susan wailed and shuddered violently but she couldn't escape the Golden Empress' grip. Swaggering around the corner with Sue still dangling in her grasp, Singh took the flagging fighter to the middle of the apron before stuffing her under the bottom rope. A derisive shove from the brunette sent Susan rolling closer to the center of the ring where she came to a stop on her stomach.
As for Amara, she hopped onto the apron, moved to the nearest corner and dipped through the ropes so she could climb into position on the second turnbuckle. Fixing the massed throng with an elegant sneer of disdain, Singh raised her left arm overhead and made a show of removing her elbow pad, which she promptly dropped to the floor. Dagger unsheathed, the Subcontinental Siren sprang out into the void, Amara keeping her bare arm crooked into a 'V', the point of which she THWHUMPED into the small of Burlingame's back! Susan cried out and instinctively flopped onto her back which allowed Singh to settle into a Lateral Press and hook the far leg for a count of...
DIVING ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJYO2ffe54M
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Burlingame twisted a leg free and rolled onto her side to escape the predicament with half a second to spare. Amara leaned back on her haunches and trained a baleful look on Castle, but when she spoke again it was to the Bankable Bombshell. “Prostrate vulnerability looks exquisite on you, peasant.” She shifted a knee onto the small of her opponent's back, helped herself to a double handful of hair and puuuullllllllled the American's head and neck at an increasingly painful angle. “But grovelling surrender looks even better. Would you like to beg now, or shall I continue to drag you through the dirt?”
Ignoring Castle's much more polite inquiry (she wasn't about to submit to a fucking hair pull), Burlingame grunted, “Guuuuhhhh... get that work while you can, honey. We both know this ends with me sitting on your faNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Amara was in no mood for that sort of insolence so she SLAMMED Susan's forehead into the deck and aggressively dragged her face back and forth until Castle reached 'FOUR!' on his count! Hands raised overhead to indicate she was granting her prey the cleanest break she deserved, Singh got to her feet, then bent down and collected Sue's locks in a loose ponytail she used to hoist her to all fours. Emphatic jeers from those in attendance as Amara used her makeshift leash to dog walk Burlingame over to the ropes, which the Rainmaker immediately seized in one hand. “Break!” she called to Castle. “Get this bitch off me, Nick! I'm in the ropeRRRRGGGHHHH!”
Amara forced Sue's upper body through the space between the bottom and middle ropes, then laid claim to the blonde's biceps and draped her arms over the rubber-coated steel. In the next instant she hooked her hands over Burlingame's chin and braced a knee between her shoulders, Amara yanking back on the former and pushing forward on the latter to torture her rival with a rope-assisted Camel Clutch! “This is just a taste!” Amara barked at Sue as she poured on the pressure. “You think it hurts now? Imagine how much worse it'll be when you're on your belly in the center of the mat!”
Refusing to waste her breath when she knew Castle would be enforcing the break sooner than later, Burlingame gnashed her teeth and held on in stubborn silence until she heard another 'FOUR!' “OOOOWWWW FUCK!” Sue had just breathed a sigh of relief when Singh crooked her hands into claws and raked the American's back from shoulders to buttocks! Pleased by the peasant's wail of pain, Amara turned around and sprinted across the ring to bounce off the opposite set of strands. The Cold November throng urged Burlingame to get outta the way only to groan in communal dismay when the Bollywood Bombshell hopped up and THAWHUMPED both knees between the blonde's shoulders!
DOUBLE KNEES TO BACK IN ROPES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A9OtjIHGxR4
Amara bounced away and Susan did too, the gasping grappler sprawled out parallel to the ropes with both hands swaddling her burning throat. She was fighting to regain her breath when Singh grabbed hold of the blonde's ears and dragged her to boot-leather. Twisting around once the weakened wrestler was upright, Amara reached over her right shoulder with both hands to cup the Ace's chin. From there she dipped down and leaned forward, a shift that pulled Sue off her feet and up onto the bronze battler's back! Hangman secure, Amara took a few steps forward and began to jounce and bounce, each adjustment of her stance putting more strain on Burlingame's neck and spine. Burlingame flailed and groaned but made no effort to actually surrender so Singh straightened up, then doubled forward to muscle the heiress onto her six like an oversized backpack.
HANGMAN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYT6SiulIQw
“Ask her!” the Golden Empress snapped at Nick after several seconds of neck-stretching punishment. “I tire of hearing this peasant's whining in my ear!”
“You heard her, Sue.” Castle got close, though made sure to stay out of reach by several inches. “Need me to call it? She the word and I'll ring the bell.”
“Nuuuuuhhhh... no need, Nick.” Sue had a sturdy grip on the brunette's wrists and was trying to wrest her hands free while simultaneously driving the point of one heel into Singh's bronzed buns. “Amara's gonna let me down any time now, I can feel it. She's skipped leg day far too often to carry my greatneSSNNNNGGHHHH!” Disgusted by the flagrant disrespect, Amara straightened up again, only this time she kicked both legs forward and dropped to her butt, a violent shift that tore Burlingame off her feet and THWHUNKED the base of her skull against the brunette's unyielding shoulder! Bounced to a sloppy seat by the Hangman's Neckbreaker, Sue tried to roll to all fours only to find herself looking up at the lights when the Bollywood Bombshell cupped a hand across her chin and dragged her to the canvas. Then she crawled aboard in a domineering tummy to tummy pin, not quite a full Double Leg Grapevine, yet certainly arrogant enough to earn plenty of jeers while Castle counted off...
HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER @ 00:52
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTe-0BFMvHI
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Burlingame rolled to one side, spilling her brunette adversary off with half a second to spare. “It's clear you're no match for me.” Singh scoffed as she buried a hand in Sue's hair before returning to verticality. “And I refuse to waste any more time pretending otherwise. I have titles to win and you have better days to look back upon.” Stuffing the Ace's head between her thighs, Amara hunched forward and wrapped her arms around Burlingame's waist so she could muscle her up onto her shoulders in a single swift mot--“NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Clearly not interested in enduring a BollyBomb at the moment, Susan clamped her legs tight around Singh's skull to hold her in place while she delivered elbow after elbow to the bridge of the Indian lovely's nose! Half a dozen blows loosened her grip enough for Burlingame to squirm free and land comfortably in front of the wobbly former World Champion. A single Toe Kick doubled her over and then Amara's arms were wrapped up in a sturdy Double Underhook and-- 'Ooooooooooohhhh!' from those assembled when the Bankable Bombshell muscled her rival upside down, the toes of Singh's black boots pointed into the rafters while Burlingame held her in place. She maintained the stall 'til the crowd reached a count of 'FIVE!', then she swung Amara down and dropped to one knee to THUNK the brunette's forehead against the point of her left knee!
BUTTERFLY FACEBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rssh2fD_lb0
The cleverly delivered Facebreaker didn't actually take the Subcontinental Siren off her feet, but it did stun her to such a degree that she didn't offer any resistance when Burlingame slipped an arm between her legs and 'hupped' her onto her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry. Twisting her hips so that Amara's legs feet were pointing straight ahead, Susan snapped back the other way and let the brunette tumble loose from her shoulders while neatly catching her head in a Three Quarters Facelock. In the next instant she again dropped to one knee, the Rainmaker THUNKING her foe's forehead onto the right one for a sense of symmetry!
ACE OF ACES @ 1:31:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9c8pHMFpGc
Reeling on the spot after eating the Ace of Aces, Singh only groaned when Burlingame turned her around and secured a Full Nelson. No submission attempt this, she dipped down, then popped her hips to take the brunette up , over and down, Amara PLANTED on the back of her head and shoulders by the Dragon Suplex! The throw landed clean so no one was surprised when Burlingame maintained the bridge on impact, the Ace going up on tiptoe to keep the Bollywood Bombshell folded in half through...
DRAGON SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-wq9yK2MAU
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Amara kicked loose of the bridge to extend the match by another three seconds, much to the displeasure of the FAWNatics. Sue on the other hand wasn't irritated in the slightest, she wanted a chance to put some hard miles on the arrogant Empress and she knew exactly how to do it. Tugging the Cawnpore native to a seat with a double handful of hair, Burlingame settled into a seat behind her and deftly 'smecked' her legs around the brunette's waist. Palms on the mat she lifted her hips into the air and squeeeeeeeeeeeezed the Bodyscissors long enough to make Singh wheeze in pain. “Too much pressure for ya, princess?” the Ace taunted. “You could always tap out before I cut you in two!”
BODYSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nbBm6fOoNM
Amara scoffed despite the strain of her opponent's encroaching thighs. “As if you could muster the strength for such a task. The best you could do is stymie my efforts until I grow bored and NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Burlingame dropped to her butt, grabbed a huge handful of dark hair and forced Singh's head forward so she could THWHAP half a dozen Forearm Smashes into the nape of the Indian beauty's neck. Amara groaned and went rub her aching neck only to cry out when Burlingame reset her hands and jostled her hips over and over to put even more strain on Singh's midsection. “Still feeling bored, honey?” Sue was all smiled as she continued to grind away with the Scissors. “Me? I'm enjoying the hell outta this, the feeling of my thighs on your ribs is just wondergggrrrhhhhh!”
Furious over the American's disrespect, Amara crooked her hands into talons and sank them into the undersides of her attacker's thighs. “Your enjoyment will turn to anguish the moment I see fit.” Singh sneered at Burlingame. “And anguish will beget humiliation, that arrogance of which you're so proud curdled to helpless bawling once I deign to stop playing with youOOOOOOWWWW PEASANT BITCH!”
Sue's position ensured she could've hammered away at the Bollywood Bombshell's head to break the tearing grip, instead she decided to secure her own, the Ace reaching over Amara's shoulders to clamp down on her opponent's breasts! “Ask her!” Burlingame's tone was nastily pert as she leaned in and planted a taunting kiss on Singh's feverish cheek. “I don't think the Empress is feeling her usual royal pain in the ass self today.”
Already close, Nick hunkered down to draw level with his charges. “How you doing, Amara? Need me to--”
“Of course not!” Singh barked. “The fumblings of this fat-fingered peasant queen are of no concern to the Golden EmpRRRRRRRHHHHHHHH!”
Burlingame tightened her grip, pulled Amara's girls apart, then brought 'em together with a soft, albeit audible CLAP that earned lascivious cheers from those in the first several rows. One chesty collision wasn't nearly enough for the heiress, who repeated the tactic over and over even as Amara abandoned her own grip in favor of trying to seize her tormentor's wrists. “Did some research when this match was signed.” Amara couldn't see the blonde's face, but damned if she couldn't hear the smile on Susan's lips. “Found out this move submitted you almost half a dozen times back ho--”
“You are a filthy, inveterate liar.” Singh was still trying to break Burlingame's grip, now she was also rocking left and right in an effort to roll over onto her knees. “Such slander will only ensure I savor your inevitable tears when OOOOOOOHHHH HOW DARE YOU!”
Susan released her grip only to slip both hands under Singh's black lycra top so she could sink her nails into those defenseless bronze orbs! Burlingame kneaded and groped for almost ten seconds before she leaned in and purred, “Give?”
Amara shook her head 'no' reached back with both hands and snatched hold of Sue's hair. “I'd never demean myself by surrendering to a disgusting wretch like--”
A sharp hitch of breath when Burlingame narrowed her focus to a pincer grip, the three time former World Champion twiiiisssssssting her foe's nipples back and forth over and over again. “I think you will. Lenore proved you have limits and while she's set the bar pretty high, I LOVE a chall--”
“I'll break your back!” Singh interrupted with another violent hair pull. “You'll sob and cry even louder than the disgusting rat-bird when I trap you in the Camel ClutHHHRRRGGHH!”
Burlingame broke the pincers, slipped her arms beneath Amara's biceps and laced her fingers across the base of the brunette's skull. A steady increase in pressure forced the point of Singh's chin into the depths of her own cleavage and eventually forced the Subcontinental Siren to relinquish the hair-hold. Without saying a word, Susan rolled over onto her knees, an adjustment that flopped Amara onto her stomach with the blonde astride the small of her back. Shifting her footing so she could sit directly atop Singh's bunched buttocks, the Ace planted her feet, then leaned forward and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked backward on an agonizing Full Nelson Camel Clutch.
FULL NELSON CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdcKWP83Rho
Hardly sympathetic to the plight of an arrogant bully like Amara Singh, the FAWNatics still found it in their collective conscience to groan in distress as Sue's brutal stretch curled her brunette into a spine-snapping 'C'! “Where's your attitude now, crybaby?” she taunted. “You're not gonna start bawling when you could be talking shit, are you?”
“I'LL MAKE YOU SUFFER!” Singh shrieked. “YOU THINK I DID MY WORST TO THE RAVEN? YOU'LL BE PLEADING FOR THAT TENDER MERCY WHEN I NNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Burlingame filled her hands with Amara's dark hair and thrust her forward and down to THAWHAM the Golden Empress' face into the thinly-sheathed plywood! Seated comfortably astride the uncharacteristically silent brunette, Sue leaned down, hooked a Half Nelson and shifted her weight so she could shovel Amara onto her back. Once that was complete she leaned in and brazenly pressed her tummy to those haughty, upturned features in a domineering cover good for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Singh popped her hips and twisted to one side, spilling Burlingame from her mount at the last second. Susan seemed more miffed than disappointed and even that seemed to fade once she'd filled her fingers with the other wrestler's dark hair. Peeling Singh off the canvas in stages, the heiress switched over to a Wristlock, then stepped in and jammed a shoulder between her foe's breasts. “You're the one who's gonna be sobbing when this match is over, princess.” she murmured. “But I'm happy to let you do it into my ass.”
“Innnhhh... insolent bitch.” Amara grunted. “Your humiliation will--”
Whatever her plans, they remained unsaid for the moment because Burlingame stepped away, dropped into a deep crouch and slung her adversary toward a corner on the opposite side of the ring. Singh had endured some heavy punishment over the last few minutes though her legs were still in fine shape and it didn't take her more than a few heartbeats to traverse the squared circle. Alas, she didn't possess sufficient control of her faculties to halt the trip entirely, though she retained enough awareness to spin around in a half circle so she BWUNGED against the buckles spine-first.
Sue watched from a little ways off, the blonde hanging back long enough to confirm the one-time Gold Standard wasn't feigning that woozy slump. Once satisfied she charged the corner and deftly hopped onto the middle strand, the Bankable Bombshell resting her right knee on the top rope beside Amara's left ear while shooting her right hand high into the air. This salute earned a roar from the FAWNatics that grew all the louder when she brought her arm down to THUNK a gorgeous Bionic Elbow into the crown of her opponent's skull!
CORNER MOUNTED BIONIC ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lk0629Zu0Hw
Transitioning from the strike to a Front Facelock in the blink of an eye, Burlingame hopped down from the corner and yanked Singh out of the corner just far enough to swing around and take her place. Just like that she climbed onto the second rope, Sue settling into a seat on the top turnbuckle while she yoked up on the Front Facelock. It could've been a Guillotine Choke but Burlingame had something a bit more concussive in mind. Feet set against the rubber-coated steel, she pushed off and swung around in a gorgeous arc that-- Amara got both hands on the American's hips and shoved hard enough to break the Facelock which sent Sue sailing away all by her lonesome, the planned Tornado DDT quite thwarted. Even so, the Ace landed on her feet and she immediately charged the rumpled Empre--“SNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Singh dove to the side, threaded her feet between Burlingame's ankles and sent her face-first into the second turnbuckle with a Drop Toe Hold! Sue's head snapped back and she flopped over to settle against the corner, one arm draped over the bottom rope while her other hand rubbed the fresh welt on her forehead. As for Amara, she took a moment to gather herself, but only a moment, it simply wouldn't do to waste time when there was a mouth peasant in need of immediate correction. To that end she ran the ropes to the next corner where she wheeled around and rushed back the way she'd came, the resurgent brunette picking up a great head of steam just in time to kick Sue's head into the floor seat fans with a vicious Face Wash that THWHACKED across the blonde's defenseless face!
FACE WASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0VFGDekUZA
Hanging in the ropes to enjoy the jeers that welled up in the wake of that brutal blow, Amara made a show of swiping the side of her boot against Sue's face for several seconds before she reached down and grabbed a huge handful of hair. “Do you like the taste of grime on my boots, peasant? No? Then perhaps you need something a bit better suited to your tacky, new money palette.” The Rainmaker could offer no response to that suggestion, not even after Amara tugged her back into the position she'd occupied before the Face Wash. Above her, Singh turned around and grabbed the top rope in both hands so she had a suitable anchor when she STUFFED her black and bronze backside into Burlingame's mug!
“MMMRRRRPPPPGGHHH AAAAARRRMMMPPPPPPHHHH!” Sue squealed and squalled, pushed and swatted at those encroaching glutes, but(t) her efforts weren't nearly enough stop Singh from enjoying a lengthy Harem Shake. Indeed it might've continued longer still if not for Nick Castle who eventually wandered over and said, “Ok Amara, that's enough. Let's get her out of the corner.”
Singh pleaded sudden onset situational deafness, a condition the Senior Official knew could only be cured by a count, specifically one that ended at “FOUR!” Ending her glorious butt buffing with a final thrust, Amara wheeled around, grabbed Burlingame by the ankles and dragged her out to the center of the ring where she sat down on the heiress' chest and pressed both hands to her shoulders to ensure she stayed down for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOO!
Sue planted her feet flat and bridged up hard, the Ace proving her grit by pitching Singh onto all fours with almost no time to spare. Displeased by this show of resilience from the unworthy opposition, Amara scrambled back into a mount, snatched hold of the blonde's hair and curled her other hand into a fist, which she proceeded to PAK offa the other Bombshell's forehead and over and over and over again!
Having recently allowed the Cawnpore Cutthroat an excessively generous unspoken count to dish out her Harem Shake, Castle wasn't much inclined to extend the same kindness again so it wasn't long at all before he hunched down beside the mugging and demanded, “Open those fists, Amara! This is your only warning!”
The Golden Empress regarded the will of peasants and zebras with equal disdain so it was no surprise when Singh only sneered and continued throwing those heavy hands. Nick answered with another 'FOUR!' count that forced the brunette to throw both hands into the air. That stopped Castle's whining quickly enough so Amara leaned back, hooked an arm around the heiress' left leg and drew it into a tight half cradle that made Burlingame squirm even harder while Castle slapped the mat...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOO!
Sue kicked loose and tumbled onto her stomach to ensure the match would continue. “Your defiance is meaningless, peasant.” Amara growled to Burlingame as she hauled her to boot-leather with another double handful of hair. “All you're doing is ensuring more pain and embarrassment before you're forced to admit your obvious inferiority!”
“Iiiinnn... inferior how?” Susan huffed. “Tacky make-up application? Think that's about the only arena you can beat--”
Singh switched over to a Wristlock, stepped back and slung Burlingame at the ropes with an Irish WhNO! Amara dug in her heels and reeled the heiress in so she could wedge her hands beneath Sue's armpits and hoist her high into the air! Shooting up on tiptoes to get as much elevation as humanly possible, Amara shifted her left hand to between Burlingame's shoulders then went down on one knee to THWHUMP her prey's spine across the broad plank of her thigh!
RYDEEN BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UBf3YxvCu0
The massive Backbreaker made Sue jolt from stem to stern, but a couple well-placed grips from the brunette ensured she didn't slide off her tormentor's knee. Indeed she stayed right there until Singh cupped her ears and rose to her full height. The brunette's head control allowed her to stuff Burlingame's noggin between her thighs for a Standing Headscissors which in turn allowed her to loop both arms around the vulnerable wrestler's waist. “You WILL lick my boots, peasant.” Amara promised. “And you will plead for the honor of doing so.” This prompted no response from the American, so Singh gathered her reserves, then muscled Susan up onto her right shoulder for what could've been a Canadian Backbreaker if the Subcontinental Siren hadn't dropped to one knee and THAWHAMMED Burlingame down on the back of her head and shoulders! Driving her hips into Sue's upturned haunches to keep her folded up after the Bollybomb, Amara went up on tiptoes and braced her palms against the mat so Burlingame couldn't escape before the ref counted...
BOLLYBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuPfkFGTlTM
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sue probably could've kicked out on strength alone, but Singh's domineering pin put the brunette's face close to hers so she deftly jabbed a thumb into her attacker's left eye! Amara cursed and scrambled away, one hand pressed to her watering eye to rub away the worst of the bleariness. Elsewhere, Susan flopped onto her stomach and pushed to all fours so she could make a beeline for the ropes. She'd just grabbed hold of the bottom strand when Amara snatched hold of the Ace's hair and hauled her up enough to force Burlingame's upper body through the gap between top and middle ropes.
“You would dare to mar an Empress, peasant?” Singh laced her hands against the right side of Susan's face and pulled as hard as she could to craaaaaaaaaaaank her neck against the rubber-coated steel! “This is the only reward of such idiotic pursuits!” Amara jounced the hold even harder, the Bollywood Bombshell treating Sue like her own personal Bobblehead until Castle hurried over and started his count.
ROPE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nwugQLISsko
Disgusted by the man's meddling, Singh made a point to keep her eyes locked on the official until he reached 'FOUR!' Only then did she shift her grip to pull the knock-kneed blonde away from the edge and out to the center of the ring. Standing stern and strong off Burlingame's right flank, Amara hooked her left arm under the other woman's right bicep in a sort of off-center Half Nelson while she reached down with her right hand and braced it against the back of Sue's right thigh. “Enjoy life in the dirt, peasant.” The Bollywood Bombshell planted a smooch on her prey's cheek, then dipped down and shot up on tiptoe to shoot Burlingame up and over in a high speed back-flip that brought her down just as the Empress was driving her left knee up between the heiress' eyesNOOOO!
Susan got her hands laced and onto Singh's knee to slap it down only to hook her lower leg and yank it off the mat immediately thereafter. Wide eyed after Singh U2 Sleep didn't connect, Amara remained off her game long enough for Burlingame to step back and stretch that captured leg out full length. Finally aware she was hopping on one foot, the brunette drew back a hand for a royal Bitch Slap and hissed, “I'll teach you to defy RRRRGGHHHH!” Burlingame twisted under the exposed limb and laid out on her side to dump the former World Champion to the deck with a quick but effective Dragon Screw!
DRAGON SCREW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQ7CrpHZPBU
Amara landed awkwardly, rolled through to all fours and clambered to boot-leather albeit a step slower than usual due to the fresh ache in her kn-- Burlingame pivoted toward her showing Super Kick so the Subcontinental Siren instinctively raised a high guard to protect her chin only to take that same strike to her vulnerable knee! Amara's leg buckled and she collapsed in an unwelcome penance that grew all the more troubling when Sue rushed in, hopped into a perch atop her posted thigh and THUNKED a huge Kneelift into the side of her opponent's skull.
LOW SUPER KICK & STEP-UP KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBhQqC5FhuE
Singh's noggin snapped back with such force that Burlingame thought she'd landed a KO so she was genuinely surprised when Amara gathered her wits and clambered to verticality a heartbeat later. Seeing such resilience in the wake of some particularly heavy offense might've flustered competitors with less experience, but the Ace didn't even blink. Slowing whatever Singh had in mind with a single quick Kneelift to the belly, Burlingame snagged a handful of hair and reeled Amara into a Front Facelock before slinging the brunette's near arm across her shoulders. In the next instant she hooked onto Singh's waistband at the left hip and boosted her into the air directly overhe-- Sue kicked both legs forward and dropped straight down to THAWUNK the crown of Amara's skull against the deck courtesy a vicious Snap Brainbuster!
SNAP BRAINBUSTER @ 00:34
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYsCfzwvQ2A
Singh shuddered from end to end without actually escaping the heiress' clutches because Burlingame was locked on tight. Kicking her legs up, she twisted over onto her stomach to force Singh to do the same, though rather than haul the other wrestler fully upright she let loose once Amara was on her knees. In truth it would be more correct to say Susan shifted her grips at that point, the blonde transitioning from the Facelock to stereo Wristlocks in a single smooth motion. Backing off to pull Amara's arms out in front of her, Sue tipped the Bollywood Bombshell a wink and teased, “Enjoy the dirt on my knee-pad, princess.” Then she yanked Singh forward while simultaneously lunging in to drive her right knee between Amara's eyes with a resounding THWHUNK!
DOUBLE WRISTLOCK KNEE STRIKE @ 00:19
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0DHcb5WsYRk
Singh's head snapped back and her arms dropped to her sides but she didn't topple to the canvas until Sue palmed both shoulders and shoved her down. From there she rolled the gobsmacked battler onto her back and hooked the far leg in a tawdry cradle good for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Amara twitched a shoulder off the mat at the last possible instant and earned a bellow of grudging admiration from the crowd in the process. This time Burlingame did show Castle three fingers, though she didn't argue when the Senior Official answered with two. Aware that Amara was too dangerous to grant breathing room, Susan buried her fingers in the Empress' dark locks and hauled her upright before switching over to a Wrist--“NNNGHHHH!”
Singh clocked her in the mouth with a straight right hand that had Burlingame reeling on the spot! Seizing control of the Wristlock Susan had sought for herself, Amara stepped back, dropped her hips and sent the blonde into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Backing up even as the Ace returned, Singh rushed forward and lashed out with a Lariat aimed at her foe's throNO!
Sue dipped below the strike and kept right on to the other side of the ring. As for Amara, she whipped around and raced after the heiress, meaning she got a good view when the Bankable Bombshell threw herself into a gorgeous handspring that 'twanged' her off the strands and back the way she'd-- 'OOOOOHHHHH!' from the FAWNatics when Burlingame popped up, caught Amara's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out flat to THWHAM her against the deck courtesy a beautiful Ace Crusher!
HANDSPRING ACE CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5D7pWk4gOk
Singh tried to roll away from the concussive impact but remained glued to the deck because Burlingame kept her right arm cinched tight across the back of the Empress' head. With the ring still shivering, Burlingame somersaulted over into a seat on Amara's lower back, an adjustment which also cranked the brunette's upper body off the mat at an unpleasant angle. Her situation grew even worse when Sue took hold of Amara's left bicep and pulled it up and back over the coppery expanse of her own left thigh.
Root of All Evil, Sue Burlingame to Amara Singh.
ACE CRUSHER TO ROOT OF ALL EVIL @ 11:48
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArG7KWyMZjY
“TAP!” the Ace demanded as she craaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the pitiless fusion of a Dragon Sleeper and the Bombshell's own vaunted Camel Clutch. Amara groaned and pulled her right hand away from the canvas in hopes of prizing Burlingame's arm from around her neck but she'd barely managed to find purchase when the blonde began to jounce in place, Susan delivering three unanswered Butt Bombs to the center of her rival's back before doubling down on the neck-wrenching strain. “Tap out, princess!” Burlingame demanded of the suffering exotique. “Loud and proud, so everyone can hear it!”
“What do you say, Amara?” Nick knelt beside in front of his charges, though he made sure to stay out of reaching distance. “NEVER!” Singh bicycled her legs wildly, alas this only led to some unpleasant scuff marks on her tummy. “I AM THE GOLDEN EMPRESS AND I DO NOT YIELD TO PEASAN-OOOOHHH FAAAAAAHHHHHK!”
Never above adding in a dash (or several dashes) of humiliation when the situation called for it, the Rainmaker wormed her left hand beneath the lycra of Amara's top and clamped down on the former World Champion's left breast! “Who said anything about peasants, baby?” Burlingame squeezed, kneaded, jostled and jiggled the defenseless orb, her every move designed to increase the 'TAP!' chants flooding the squared circle. “You're tapping to the one and only Sue Burling--”
“SUBMIT!” Singh stretched out her right hand and began to slap the mat over and over again. “I submit you bitch! Now get your filthy hands off me!”
Sue worked all the holds just a little harder, the blonde not deigning to cede her grips until she heard the bell CLANG in the rafters. Fetching a huge sigh of relief, the exhausted heiress let loose and tumbled away to finish up on her back, the victorious veteran raising one arm high when the Announcer proclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission, SUE BURLINGA--” THA-WHAM! A blonde streak fell out of the sky and crashed down atop Burlingame's defenseless midsection before steadying out into the lithesome form of none other than 'Bad' Penny Tremblay!
DYING BREATH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzsnTKwEFSc
PENNY TREMBLAY:
Teeth bared in a ferocious grin as she pushed off the gaping, grimacing ruin of the Rainmaker, Miranda Wainright's Last True Believer swept hair out of her eyes and sneered, “Time's up, Ace. No more running. No more convenient maternity leave. You wanna be a mom so bad? I'll make sure it's your next full time job!”
Ignoring the jeers of the FAWNatics and the warnings of Nick Castle in equal measure, Tremblay buried her hands in the other blonde's battle-damp hair and hauled her to verticality in stages. Soon as she was upright Penny dipped 'round behind, wedged her head beneath Burlingame's left arm and wrapped her right arm around Sue's waist. It sure looked like a Backdrop Suplex when she braced her left hand against Sue's left thigh, but everyone knew it was something far worse and sure enough their worst fears were realized when the Orphan of Midnight boosted Burlingame onto the point of her right shoulder, then twisted sideways and dropped to her back while drawing both knees up tight to her chest! Sue THWHUMPED down on those bony joints and bounced away like they were spring-loaded, the three time former World Champ flopping over onto stomach in a paroxysm of anguish courtesy of the Spine Tremblar.
SPINE TREMBLAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwff5hhOh-0
As for Penny, she spun to one knee, slipped a hand into the hip pocket of her jeans and produced a gleaming silver dollar she promptly pressed into the palm of Burlingame's left hand. “I should make you eat it, but that doesn't serve my purposes at all.” Tremblay explained as she closed Sue's fingers around the 'gift'. “You hold onto that for now, hag. You'll need it to pay your way across the river once I'm done with your miserable ass.”
Sue mumbled something and actually tried to clutch Penny's wrist, but the blonde simply pulled away and slapped the back of her victim's head. “You don't want to do this now.” she said once she was on her feet. “You're not gonna want it later, if I'm being honest. But the era of you controlling your own destiny is over. Rest up, bitch. The end is almost here.” On that note she turned around, kicked some invisible dirt onto the Ace and strode out of the ring leaving two former World Champions laid low as evidence of her presence.