Post by hawkeye on Mar 10, 2023 0:55:01 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Hobbs End, New Hampshire she stands at five feet-eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. She is the Soul Survivor and the only Hope of a Dark Tomorrow, I give to you ‘BAD’ PENNY TREMBLAY!”
The lights cut out in the span between heartbeats, darkness descending on the Heartbroken lemmings before they could even start to jeer. With it came the low hum of a guitar and a repetition of vaguely ecclesiastical ‘oh’s’ that marked the beginning of ‘Walk on Water’.
WALK ON WATER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FA2w-PMKspo
Jeers did their level best to contend with the Orphan of Midnight's anthem, but the words rolled on heedless of the massed disdain, nor was it enough to halt the arrival of ghostly blue lights or a thin bank of dry ice fog. The Ill Omen appeared moments later, rising into view on a mechanical lift hidden within the dark so it looked as though she appeared from thin air. Taking up residence center stage, Penelope Tremblay gazed around the arena for several long seconds before she raised her left hand to her right shoulder and brushed off some invisible dust. Eyes locked on some point beyond the horizon, she repeated the sigil on her left shoulder, then started down the ramp to the squared circle.
PENNY TREMBLAY:
For this confrontation she'd pursued with such relentless drive, Tremblay wore a midnight blue two piece consisting of a sports-bra top and strappy briefs, both edged in copper trim. Pads at knee and elbow were matte gray while her boots matched her trunks. Ignoring the startled jeers of the poor lost sheep crowded against the guardrails, Tremblay made her way down the ramp, then hurried up the steel steps, climbed onto the empty corner and sprang from there to the center of the ring, where she dropped to her knees facing the hard camera A detail noted by those with particularly sharp vision, Penny wore copper-colored eye shadow, a sartorial detail that made every blink glint like the coins placed atop the eyes of the dearly departed. Standing after an appropriate stretch of genuflection, Tremblay stood up and turned her attention to the stage. “No more games, ma'am.” she said to no one in particular. “I'm right here. Come and get me.”
'Ask and ye shall receive' came in the form of the Announcer as he stepped into the spotlight to resume his duties. “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 this long overdue beating of Wainright's most devoted disciple, 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:
PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS? SUE'S GONNA BANKRUPT THAT ASS!
Smiling a little wider when she saw the blonde's eyes narrow ever so slightly, 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. Tremblay didn't move from her spot so Sue walked right up-- Senior Official Nick Castle stepped between them and murmured, “To your corners, ladies. The bell will sound soon enough.”
Sue's hands tightened into fists, but then she relaxed and offered a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. “See you real soon, kiddo. Hope it was worth the wait.”
Penny returned that malicious smile with icy interest. “You're going to wish you'd kept running. But I'm so grateful you decided to turn and fight.”
With that she backed into her corner. After a long moment, Sue did the same.
Neither woman took eyes off the other during Castle's final instructions, indeed they might've been statues save for the perfunctory way they offered the Senior Official their wrists and knees when requested. Yet the careful observer noted there was a definite sense of movement in the women, as if Burlingame and Tremblay were high tension wires thrumming at a rate barely perceptible to the human eye. Nick must've felt it too because he waited until he was well clear of the former World Champion to throw a signal to the Timekeeper.
CLANG!
Susan came out of her corner at the sound of the bell, the Ace's hands already up high to either guard against the blonde's attacks or smash her face in, whichever option presented first. As for the Bad Penny, she approached with equal certainty and while her stance didn't exactly mirror the veteran's, it was clear she'd been watching plenty of Burlingame ta-- Sue lashed out with a high Roundhouse that would've taken Tremblay's face off if she hadn't stopped dead at just the right moment.
A more impetuous adversary might've proceeded immediately thereafter and paid the price, but as we just mentioned, the Orphan of Midnight had watched a lot of tape and she knew the Sweep was coming. She could've hopped over the low, scything limb, instead she threw herself into a back handspring that earned an audible 'Ooooooohhh' from the Heartbroken throng. If the pair of nimble evasions bothered Sue she didn't let it show, she just spun back to verticality and marched into the breach to fire off a hard kick into the bendy-back's ri-- Penny caught hold of Burlingame's ankle to thwart the effort, not that she got much time to celebrate the block because the Bankable Bombshell immediately leapt off her plant foot and lashed out with an Enzugiri aimed as the other woman's temp--
Tremblay ducked and let loose of Sue's captured foot so that the other wrestler landed flat on her belly. Sue shot to all fours in an instant only to freeze when Tremblay hunkered forward and treated her foe's buttocks to a single rude squeeze! Paralyzed by incredulity rather than pain or even surprise, Sue's lack of immediate violence must've emboldened the Angriest Acolyte because Penny tacked a pair of 'go on, git!' swats to the older woman's backside. Pushing to her feet without bothering to turn around, Sue very deliberately 'flicked' her togs into place with both index fingers before she rounded on the willowy brunette.
“You really want to start this way, honey?” the heiress asked. “These are the sort of shitty little games that could derail an otherwise promising caNNNGGGHHHH!”
Penny pressed a splayed palm to Burlingame's face and sent her backpedaling with a rude shove! “No one's playing games, hag.” Tremblay muttered as Sue caught her balance. “I just thought we'd keep things light to start, but apparently I need to dial it down even--”
The Ace swooped in, laced both hands against the back of her foe's neck in a Muy Thai style clasp and tugged her down so she could thum-thum-THUMP Kneelifts into Tremblay's trim abdomen. She'd landed three shots and would've piled on a helluva lot more if Penelope hadn't swatted the next shot down and pumped a few punches into the blonde's stomach. Sue shook 'em off, dug her fingers in and jostled her foe's head from side to side. “Not good enough, little girl. Not nearly good enouOOOOWWWWW FUCK!”
The Last True Believer gouged both thumbs (as best she could at least) into the eldest Burlingame's navel and did her damndest to widen the little depression by several inches! Not about to let such an affront go unanswered, Sue switched from the clasp to a Front Facelock, one that let her THWHAPseveral rough Overhand Forearm Smashes into the base of her rival's ne--
“WHOAAANNNGGHH!” Still gouging and digging at the Bombshell's tummy, Tremblay earned another grudging 'ooooohhh!' from the crowd when she dipped low and popped her hips to take Susan up, over and DOWN with a gorgeous Northern Lights Suplex! Burlingame landed on her back and stayed there, the tawny battler momentarily stunned despite the pain in her midsection and the roar of the fans helping Nick count...
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJbBP5f3f2E
ONE...
TWO...
Sue kicked out simultaneous with 'TWO' and scrambled to her feet as Tremblay did the same. Again Burlingame proved herself slightly quicker on the draw, this time by reeling Penny into a rough Side Headlock the moment she-- “EERRRGGHHH! HAIR!”
Indeed there was no disputing the charge, Tremblay had buried one hand in the brunette's hair and wrenched her head back at an awful angle! Sue's shout to the ref was more instinct than anything else. Rather than repeat her charge she made Penelope pay for the unpleasant encroachment by snatching a huge hank of long blonde locks and then pulling as hard as she could! Penny hissed and stamped a foot against the canvas, but other than redoubling her own pull, she offered no comment on the veteran's catty efforts.
Nick Castle on the other hand was quite vocal with his disapproval. “Alright, both of you knock that shit off.” he warned. “I didn't take this match to pull apart a pair of snippy sorority girls, so let's break those grips and straighten the hell up.” His words carried plenty of weight and more than their fair share of warning, alas there was no count included and so neither blonde or brunette slackened their efforts to denude the other's scalp. Of course the ref wasn't about to tolerate such brazen defiance so he stomped after his wandering charges and barked out, “Last warning! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
That succeeded where the first warning had failed and Susan and Penny reluctantly released their hooks, though both wrestlers refused to soothe their locks, choosing instead to maintain scathing eye contact for several seconds. “Tell me,” Tremblay asked once Castle had succeeded in creating a modicum of separation between the rivals, “what's the best way to make you take me seriously? Embarrassment or violence?”
“You grabbed a handful of ass when I was on all fours, baby.” Burlingame replied at once. “What makes you think I'm not taking you seriously?”
“Too much swagger in your eyes, for one thing. Not your fault, actually. Something tells me you're the type that CAN'T take anyone serious without a little prior bloodshed so... violence, I think.”
The Bankable Bombshell stepped back and raised her hands--CRACK! Tremblay lashed out with viper speed, the blonde's backhand catching Sue flush across the cheek! “Violence, with a healthy side of embarrassment, I should s--”
Burlingame whipped around and lashed out with a Uraken that split the air occupied by Penny's skull half a heartbeat prior. Swinging around behind the former World Champion even as Sue cursed the miss, Tremblay crooked her fingers into talons and raaaaaaaaaaaaked them down the heiress' back all the way from shoulders to buttock! Burlingame hissed and fired off another Uraken only to have it thump uselessly against the blonde's guard. Penny grabbed her foe's wrist, jerked her forward and THUMPED a Kneelift into the pit of Sue's stomach!
The Ace's butt shot backward and she started to crumple before the Angriest Acolyte used her Wristlock to haul her upright with a single rough yank. Still holding on tight, she stepped back, dropped a shoulder and sent Burlingame off to the races with an Irish Whip. Tremblay made no effort to follow, instead she planted her feet and extended an arm, the brash bendy-back daring her foe to rush in and strike her down. Make no mistake, Sue intended to do just that. She hit the strands with a 'twang' and bounced out going so fast it only took her a few long strides to close in on-- Bad Penny took to the skies with a gorgeous Leap Frog that let Burlingame continue to the far side without incident. As for Tremblay, she hit the deck and set off running toward the ropes that were still thrumming with her opponent's passage. Another few heartbeats and they were rushing toward the center, their footrace turning into a dangerous game of chick--THUMP!
Penelope wasn't anyone's idea of the traditional powerhouse yet no one could argue she looked damn brawny when she pivoted into the Bombshell and knocked her flat with a Shoulderblock to the sternum! Sue landed hard, the veteran wide-eyed and gasping in the wake of the precision strike. Even so, she would've been back on her feet in seconds if the domineering blonde hadn't set a foot on her tummy and stepped down HARD, Tremblay making a point to stretch her arms wide as used the Bankable Bombshell as a literal stepping stone on her way to mug for the hard camera.
“She's not fit to do this anymore!” Penny shouted over the disgusted surprise of the capacity crowd. “You think she's in trouble now? Give me twenty more minutes, you'll be begging her to stay down!”
Behind her, Sue flopped onto her side and gritted her teeth. In truth the actual hurt was minor, her pride however, felt like it'd been scalded with acid. And that simply wouldn't do. Scrambling to verticality with the feel of those treads still roiling in her gut, Burlingame rushed the ropes and swept Tremblay into a Collar & Elbow just as the blonde turned around. Though she was sorely tempted to scuff the heel of her palm across Penny's mouth until she drew blood, Susan settled for a single brisk slap, then switched over to a Wristlock and slung the other woman across the squared circle. The Ace didn't follow, instead she threw herself into the rubber-coated steel to ensure they'd meet in the middle for a reenactment of their first collis-- Tremblay dropped onto her stomach so Burlingame continued on while the blonde bounced up to await her next pass. Didn't take long, Sue was back on her almost immediately yet somehow no one was surprised when Penny shot into the air for the second Leap Frog in as many minu--“NNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Burlingame had expected such evasiveness from her adversary and rather than hit the ropes once again she spun on her heel the instant she'd cleared the younger woman and took to the skies with a leap of her own. No defensive flourish this, Burlingame pistoned both feet forward to THWHACK a brutal Dropkick against the base of her opponent's skull!
Utterly unprepared for such an attack, Tremblay was blown off balance and landed hard on her face and chest. The sledgehammer force of it was such that she didn't register much of anything else for several seconds afterward, not that this stopped Burlingame from planting a foot atop the blonde's buns as she spread her arms wide.
“Who's the best?” she asked the FAWNatics.
'SUE!' they bellowed in response.
“Who's the Ace?”
'SUE!'
“Who's gonna drag this brat's narrow ass aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallll over the ring tonight?”
'SUE!'
Satisfied with the three-peat, the Bankable Bombshell hunkered down, grabbed hold of Penny's hips and muscled her to all fours. Tremblay wasn't quite where Burlingame needed her at the moment but she didn't feel like dragging the Last True Believer all the way to verticality without some assistance so Sue let loose and scored her foe's back with a gaudy, retaliatory rake that made Penny rear back on her knees in an instant!
“Catty bitch!” she hissed. “You'll fucking pay for hhhrrrgghhh!”
Susan crouched, slipped her arms beneath Penelope's biceps and locked her hands to secure the Full Nelson. “You're not gonna do anything except play showcase for me.” the former World Champion purred to the relative ingenue in the midst of hauling her upright. “You were so eager to get me in the middle of this ring, cutie. Better not start whining now that you've got your--” Sue would've said 'wish' if she hadn't had to pull one foot out of the way to avoid a heavy stomp from the furious bendy-back. She thwarted the second stomp attempt with a Kneelift to the tailbone that had Penny yelping in distress.
The sound of it was so thrilling that Burlingame couldn't help but dish out three more Kneelifts, though her impulsiveness actually proved a boon to her blonde as the last blow sent her lurching forward just far enough to hook her right foot over the bottom rope. “Get off me, bitch!” Tremblay demanded at once. Then to Nick she added, “Make her break the hold, Castle! I'm in the rop--”
Burlingame barreled forward to smudge her rival against the rubber-coated steel, not that Penny appreciated it considering the Ace began to grind and roll her hips against the blonde's pert buns! “Go on and smile for the camera, baby.” Sue cooed over the tawdry roar of the crowd. “This is your big moment, remember? Show 'em how much you love being the center of attention!”
Pale as milk save for a livid red spot on each cheek, Tremblay kicked the bottom rope hard and hissed, “Castle, I swear to god if you don't make her break this hold I'll gouge her eyes HHHRRRGGGHH!” Burlingame didn't much care for threats so she pounded half a dozen more Kneelifts into the blonde's cheeks before yanking her out of the ropes and backpedaling to the center of the squared circle. No one on the paying side of the guardrail much cared, though Penny groaned in fury and the ref looked on with some consternation.
“She was in the ropes, Sue.” Castle said reproachfully. “I should make you break that Full Nelson.”
Smile growing a little wider as she glanced at the long suffering zebra, Burlingame replied, “How about I just make a short night of this, would that be ok?” The Ace didn't wait for an answer, she got low and popped her hips to take Tremblay up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with a Dragon Suplex! Folded in half by the ring-rattling throw, Bad Penny remained folded in half through...
DRAGON SUPLEX @ 00:33
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfsEY7LldAs
ONE...
TWO...
Tremblay twisted onto her stomach simultaneous with 'TWO' to ensure everyone she wouldn't be dismissed so easily. Sue didn't mind, indeed she looked quite pleased with the situation as she buried her hands in Penny's hair and set her on her feet. With the former Churchgoer still reeling from the Suplex, Sue had no trouble securing another Full Nelson, but rather than unleash a second Dragon she gathered her strength and hoisted Tremblay straight into the air! The resultant strain on her neck caused the bendy-back to brace her shins against the veteran's thighs to alleviate some of the pressure, unfortunately Burlingame made things worse when she dipped into a slight crouch and leaned her burden forward. “Working your neck and your back now, cutie.” Sue explained as she bobbled the Full Nelson up and down. “Amara may be the Queen of the traditional Camel Clutch, but I'd like to see her pull this one off!”
Penelope didn't answer, choosing instead to scrape and claw at the brunette's forearms in hopes of breaking the Full Nelson. Her nails were sharp, but Sue's grip was strong and a bit more jostling from the heiress put an even deeper curve into the trapped wrestler's arched back. While a submission didn't appear imminent, Castle was suitably concerned by the sight of Tremblay's heels scrubbing against Burlingame's shoulders to check on her wherewithal. “What do you say, Penny? Need me to call for the bell?”
Waggling her head 'no' was out of the question considering the pressure on her neck, so the Orphan of Midnight skewered him with a baleful glare and snarled, “I need you to stop pampering this has-been bitch. Her legs are already shaking, there's no way she doesn't let me go in the next ten seconds.”
Susan frowned, irritated and ever so slightly alarmed that the blonde had picked up on the small tremor that'd passed through her thighs a few seconds prior. She shook it off and made Tremblay pay by gouging her fingers into the nape of her neck. “Ten seconds, huh?” she chided. “You may be ten pounds of shit in a five pound bag, but I think I can hold you here longer than ten seconds.”
Penny bared her teeth in a hard smile despite the unpleasant circumstances. “Whatever you say, old woman. Every second you keep me here is another second you're huffing and puffing while I kick your ass later.”
“Listening to Wainright for so long really made you great at embracing delusions, didn't it?” Sue chided. “You want me to turn you toward the stage so you can see who's tied up right now?”
Penny growled and tried to squirm her way free again but still couldn't manage it. “Run your mouth all you want, hag. You may be able to hold me, but you sure as fuck can't HURT me. That's why your tired old ass is stalling for time.” Tremblay flexed her legs, a move that jabbed her heels into the heiress' shoulders hard enough to make her grunt. The sound was soft, but not so soft that Penny didn't hear it and redouble her efforts. “That's right, rich bitch. Hold on as long as you can, but there's only one way this ends. Me posterizing you in front of all these idiots.”
“Oh, is that so? That's the only way this ends?” the smile was back on Sue's face as she bore down on the Full Nelson.
“You fucking heard me. Maybe you should get the batteries in your hearing aid checked maNNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Burlingame boosted her foe up a little higher only to swing her forward and down while dropping to a seat to THAWHUMP the blonde's mug into the mat with a gorgeous Facebuster! The clever maneuver left Tremblay stretched out and blessedly silent so the Bombshell hooked a leg and shoveled her over onto her back so she could swing over and sit down on her prey's chest. Hooking both legs behind the knee and leeeeeeaaaaaaaaaing back turned the simple pin into a showy Reverse Matchbook that kept Tremblay glued in place for a count of...
CRADLED FULL NELSON & FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZ_bfo9ztYg
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Penny drove an awkward punch into the Ace's left flank to break the cover with half a second to spare! Unfazed by the escape, Sue rolled to her back, drew both knees up to her chest and kipped to boot-leather to a wave of applause from the FAWNatics. “Hear that, sweetheart?” she asked Tremblay. “That's an arena full of people cheering me on while you writhe on the canvas. You ever want a chance of taking my spot? You better learn to do more than look pretty in defeat.”
Penny responded with a defiant middle finger, a gesture Sue would've appreciated if it wasn't pointed in her direction. Snatching hold of the blonde's wrist before she could withdraw it, Burlingame hauled the Angriest Acolyte to her feet and-- “Ahhhhh bitch!”
Penny let Sue peel her off the deck and promptly repaid by the kindness by raking the former World Champion across the eyes! Hissing with delight as Burlingame stumbled away swiping at her face, Tremblay grabbed hold of the brunette's left wrist and pressed a shoulder into her sternum, all the better to force Sue backward into the ropes. “I don't need to grind all over your saggy ass to make my point.” Penny stuffed a Kneelift into her foe's tummy for emphasis. “Leaving you bloodied and humbled will be enough... but I'll enjoy getting you there.”
“Yuuuhhh... you were sidekick to a madwoman.” Burlingame huffed. “You barely have what it takes to stand in the ring with me, no way you're ever gonna--”
Tremblay doubled down on the Wristlock, stepped back and dropped a shoulder to send Susan racing across the squared circle with an Irish Whip. Unlike their previous rope running encounter, Penny didn't head in the opposite direction, in fact she kept hold of the brunette's wrist as she bounded along in Burlingame's wake. Quickly approaching the edge, the Ace twisted around to bounce off and-- THWHACK! The Orphan of Midnight was ready and waiting with a huge Forearm Smash that caromed off her rival's cheek! Sue's head snapped back and her knees sagged until she was slumped awkwardly on the middle rope.
RUNNING FOREARM SMASH IN THE ROPES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pe9uZ4UwVn0
Above her, Tremblay raked hair out of her eyes, then leaned down and planted a taunting smooch in the center of Burlingame's forehead. “You're the one barely standing, hag.” she sneered. “One little shove is all it would take to send you tumbling out of the ring like the trash you NGH! NGH!”
Sue curled her free hand into a fist and pounded a couple shots into Tremblay's tummy but the attempted jailbreak came to an emphatic end when Penny drilled a quick Headbutt between her eyes. “I understand the arrogance.” the blonde hauled the heiress more fully upright so she could smudge her against the strands. “After all, you're a three time World Champion and I'm... what did you call me? Oh yes, sidekick to a madwoman. So I won't hold that arrogance against you... at least not during this first encounter.”
“Yuuuhhhh... you want this to happen more than once?” Sue sounded woozy and derisive at the same time. “Trust me, little girl. I'll give you more than enough ton--”
The Angriest Acolyte cleared off and tugged Sue out of the ropes like she was looking for an Irish Whip, but rather than let the veteran head to the far side, Penny dug in her heels and reeled her back the way she'd come. Converting the Wristlock into an Arm Wringer that put her behind the Ace, Penny snaked her left leg around Burlingame's left thigh and curled across her lower back so she could pull the brunette's right arm back at an awkward angle! Abdominal Stretch, Penelope Tremblay to Susannah Burlingame in the middle of the ri--“NNGGHH!” Groans of sympathetic anguish from throughout the arena when Penny scooped her right hand into a claw and thrust it between the Rainmaker's thighs for a nauseating Crotch Claw!
“Don't you dare ask if she submits!” Tremblay barked at Castle before the official had a chance to say so much as a word. “She's too goddamned proud to submit and even if she's not, it's about time someone put her on display!”
Jaw clenched, eyes narrowed, Sue shook her head 'no' to ensure there was no question of her continued involvement in the match. “You think working my trunks is going to win this fight?” Burlingame rasped as she gouged the point of her left elbow into the meat of Tremblay's encroaching thigh. “It's not gonna get you a goddamned thing except a rougher ride when it's time to show you the best seat in the housAAAWWWWWW FAAAAAHK!”
Penny switched over to a white-knuckle pincer grip that would've had Burlingame up on tiptoes if she'd been able. “You're going to ride me with this nasty old worn-out shit?” Penny made a point to twisssssssssssssst that underhanded grip as she murmured in the brunette's ear. “I'm afraid those days are over, ma'am. The only thing you'll be riding for the next week is a bag of iceEERRRGGGHHH!”
Sue grabbed hold of Penny's left knee-pad and yanked it down so she could jab her thumb into the sensitive flesh at the pit of her opponent's knee! Knowing damned well Burlingame was trying to cheat her way out by attacking a nerve cluster, Tremblay went back to the five-fingered claw and squeezed until her knuckles showed white. “Get away from my knee, slut.” she warned. “Or I'll make you sorry.”
“I'm already sorry.” Sue grunted. “Sorry I didn't kick your skinny ass years agHHHHRRRRGGGHHH!”
Tremblay let loose, curled her hand into a fist and POUNDED three quick punches into the veteran's defenseless undercarriage!
“That's enough of that, Penny.” Castle warned. “You want to work trunks, you do it with an open--”
'Ooooooohhh's' and jeers from the FAWNatics when Tremblay unearthed her spade just to raise a middle finger inches from the ref's nose.
“You're not here to impose order, Castle.” the Last True Believer explained. “You're not here to save this miserable spotlight seeker from the punishment she so richly deserves. The ONLY reason you're here is to bear witness to the end of this so-called Ace!”
Nick had notes and was ready to share them when Penelope raised her right arm again. No one fingered salute this time however, instead she whipped it between Sue's legs while simultaneously laying out on her left side to THAWHAM Burlingame down on the back of her head and shoulders! The smooth transition from submission to slam meant Sue remained stacked nice and tight while Penny scrambled to one knee and pressed down for the...
ABDOMINAL STRETCH SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vr4CH8zAW68
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Burlingame squeaked from her shoulders to her belly to escape the galling upset. Beside her, the Angriest Acolyte actually looked quite calm as she tucked her hair back behind her ears while contemplating her next move. A sudden unpleasant gleam suggested she'd made a decision and damned if she didn't plunge her hands into Sue's hair to haul her to boot-leather. No threats or showboating now, Tremblay switched from the hair-hold to a Wristlock and stepped off to send Burlingame sprinting into a corner on the far side of the ring. Cogent enough to turn around but not stop, Sue did just that and cringed along with the rest of the crowd when she BWUNGED spine-first into the roughly-padded buckles. The shivers were still rushing up and down her spine when Penny rushed in and hopped onto the bottom strand whereupon she immediately THWHONKED her right knee into the brunette's forehead! The blow was straight from the Book of Wainright and it hadn't lost any efficacy as evidenced by the way Sue's head snapped back half a second before her legs gave out and she dropped to a slumped seat.
HIGH KNEE IN THE CORNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3JDHq80B-A
Above her, Tremblay regarded the heiress with a mixture of amusement and disgust that blossomed into full on rage before she smothered it beneath a veneer of bland contempt. Taking the top rope in both hands, Penny pivoted on her left foot so she could wedge the right into the hollow of her opponent's throat. “You've had your time. More than your fair share, some might say.” the Last True Believer murmured as she dropped into a low crouch that let her throttle Burlingame senseless with that long, elegant leg. “Whether or not that's true is not for me to say. But there's no question about the impact you've made on this promotion. You've set an extremely high bar, one I intend to clear just as soon as you've moved onto the next phase of your--”
“Get off her throat right now, Penny!” Castle barked when his less fervent warnings drew no reaction from the willowy blonde. Even now her eyes only flicked in his direction, though Tremblay must've taken note because she grrrroooouuuund her boot a little harder when the official began to count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
She straightened up and stepped back with hands raised, the separation allowing Sue to draw an ugly, rasping breath into her lungs for what felt like the first time in ages. “Get up.” Penny demanded after a few seconds silence. “I came out here to beat a standard-bearer, not some washed up attention whore that only gets over with her mou--”
Burlingame grabbed the middle rope in both hands and used it to pull herself up on her right foot while also lashing out with the left in a Mule Kick aimed straight at Tremblay's chiNO!” Penny caught Sue's ankle in both hands and pulled hard enough to haul her foe all the way to verticality! Didn't stay that way for long, unfortunately. With only one foot planted Sue couldn't catch her balance and she tumbled backward, a situation made all the more unpleasant because Tremblay went down on one knee so that the Bankable Bombshell was nearly bent in half across the posted joint!
LEG-PULL BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LmK70MkzOQ0
The improvised Backbreaker sent Sue tumbling to all fours and she quickly reached the ropes, though this didn't provide the sanctuary she'd hoped as Tremblay quickly pounced and secured a double handful of hair. “Where's that mouth now, Suzie?” Penny wedged the brunette's upper body through the space between top and middle ropes and straightened her up so she could drape Burlingame's arms over the rubber-coated steel. This arrangement earned a round of salacious whistling from some members of the crowd and Tremblay rewarded them when she reached over with both hands and squeeeeeezed Sue's rack until the older wrestler groaned through clenched teeth! Other adversaries would've used the opportunity to mug for the crowd, Penny's attention however was on Burlingame alone.
“You don't belong here anymore.” she hissed. “I can tell you don't believe that. And none of these people would let you believe it, but that's only because they want to use you up.” Tremblay paused a gouged those claws a little deeper, much to the Ace's dismay. “I am doing this for your benefit, Susannah. Believe it or--”
“Kiss my ass, honey. You just want to shoot your way up the card in a single stroke... too bad I'm not going to fucking let NNNGGGGHH!”
The Last True Believer abandoned her claws to THWHAP a Forearm Smash against the base of her opponent's skull! Far from through with the vulnerable veteran, Tremblay did an about face and sprinted to the other side of the ring and came back moments lat--“NNNNNNNGGGHHH!” Penny drilled a beautiful Dropkick between Sue's shoulders, one that would've sent her tumbling to the floor if not for the security of the ropes.
ROPE HUNG DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-ZdboCJv5k
As it was her arms came loose of the top and she slumped awkwardly over the second strand. She was still catching her breath when Tremblay snuggled in behind and caught the brunette's right arm in a Half Nelson. Looping her left arm around Burlingame's midsection in the same instant, Penny muscled her adversary upright and tromped out into center ring where she got low and popped her hips to turn Sue inside out with a Half Nelson Suplex! Burlingame rolled through to her knees before dropping face-down where she remained until Tremblay hurried over and shoveled her onto her back so she could secure an aggressive Lateral Press good for the...
HALF NELSON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5I8CrIVSyA
ONE...
TWO...
TH--
Sue set her heels and bridged up to push the blonde aside! Penny responded with a sneer and a quick SLAP to the brunette's tummy before turning narrowed eyes to Nick Castle. “Letting her hang around longer than she should does no one any favors, asshole.”
“Don't blame the count, cutie.” the Rainmaker huffed before Nick could reply. “It's not his fault you were too lazy to hook a legGOOFFHH!”
Tremblay balled her hands into fists and delivered a quick left-right-left to Sue's belly, the irritated bendy-back making a point to target the same welt she'd raised moments prior. “I won't need to hook a leg when this is all over.” Penelope explained as she helped herself to the brunette's battle-damp mane. “All I'll need to do is take my foot off your face so the EMT's can cart you out of here.”
No response from the heiress which meant Tremblay didn't have to waste any more breath on words and could instead concentrate on reeling the former World Champion into a Standing Headscissors. Boos from the crowd and a taunting little smirk from Penny as she swatted Burlingame's glutes with a few taunting slaps before pivoting so they were pointed toward a corner on the opposite side of the ring. A snug Waistlock allowed Tremblay to muscle Susan up onto her shoulders and from there it was only a matter of shifting her handholds to the brunette's biceps to secure Burlingame in the Crucifix. Already concerned, the FAWNatics grew downright disquieted when Penny charged across the canvas as fast as her legs could carry her, the leggy battler clearly intent on seeing Sue through her Last Night of SadNO!
Burlingame raised her feet and actually braced them against Tremblay's lower back so she could kick free of the blonde's clutches before that calamitous collision with the corner. Denied her prey, Penny cursed, whirled around and immediately raised a guard when she saw Sue loading a Super Ki-THWHAP! Burlingame feinted high only to skewer Penny's midsection with that same kick! Tremblay grunted and doubled over, leaving her helpless to prevent Burlingame from securing a Standing Headscissors of her own. An identical Waistlock followed, but where Penny chose the Crucifix, the Ace went for a Powerbomb stall. Of course there wasn't very much stalling to be had as Sue promptly rushed into the corner and slung Tremblay forward to BWUUUNG her spine-first against the top buckle! Penny bounced out with a wail, landed on her feet managed a couple steps before crumpling to her knees. She'd yet to register this unforeseen penance when the eldest Burlingame sister hopped forward and THWHACKED another Super Kick off the point of her opponent's cheek! Tremblay went down in a heap and Sue quickly swept her into a Back Press, the veteran battler making sure to keep her weight snug against Tremblay's chest while Castle and the crowd counted off...
BUCKLE BOMB & SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sl-cF3pL6Q4
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Boos from all over the arena when Nick stopped the count because Penny laid her free foot on the bottom rope. Sue went back on her haunches and saluted the blonde's ring awareness with a polite little golf clap before snatching a double handful of hair. “That's the sort of move that'll ensure a long, storied career.” she admitted in the midst of hauling her opponent to boot-leather. “Know what else helps with that? Learning from the beatings you take from your betters.”
“Yuuuuhhhh.... you're not better than me.” Tremblay gasped. “You're trash. And I'm going to prove HHHRRGGHH!”
The Ace shut that sass down with a stiff Kneelift to the belly, then dipped down and slipped an arm through Bad Penny's stems so she could muscle her up onto her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry. Flashing that trademark smile as she sauntered to the middle of the squared circle, Sue swung toward the hard camera and said, “Hey sis, hope you don't mind me borrowing one of yours.” On that note she began to spin in place. Slowly at first, then faster and faster until both she and Penelope looked a little blurry around the edges.
Delighted to see the usually haughty blonde reduced to grimacing furniture by the Airplane Spin, the FAWNatics did their best to tally each new rotation though their job was rendered rather difficult by the fact that Sue increased the pace considerably when they reached 'TWENTY!' Another ten brought her to a grinding halt, but rather than simply toss the bendy-back from her perch, Burlingame went up on tiptoe and slung Tremblay forward and down while simultaneously dropping to one knee to THWHUMP that undoubtedly roiling midsection with a nauseating Gutbuster!
The Last True Believer gurgled piteously and tried to roll off her attacker's knee only to find her withdrawal impeded by an arm hooked over her lower back. “I know your tummy hurts, cutie.” Burlingame smirked as she raised her other hand overhead to a thunderous ovation. “Butt I think it's your skinny little bottom you really need to worry about!”
“Hrrrgghhh... don't... don't you fucking dare.” Tremblay croaked. “I mean it, Burlingame. Don't NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Sue Burlingame, who'd answered threats from FAWN's biggest stars with humiliations that'd once made her the most hated woman in the locker room, curled her raised hand into a shallow scoop and brought it whistling down to CRACK against Penny's squirming glutes! The blonde shrieked in rage, then a combination of rage and pain, and finally just pain as the Rainmaker brought the thunder with a veritable hurricane of of slaps, Burlingame keeping at it until her whole arm was sore and Tremblay's formerly pale backside had grown a deep, angry red. Even then Sue wasn't content to shove her prey to the canvas so she could attempt a pin. Instead she shifted her grips so one arm was around the younger wrestler's near thigh and the other was looped around the base of her neck. From there she got to her feet, dipped her head and deftly muscled Penelope back into the Fireman's Carry she'd occupied prior to the pernicious paddling.
Neither Airplane Spin or Gutbuster were repeated, instead she tromped to the corner where she'd driven Tremblay into the buckles and carefully (though certainly not delicately) transferred the blonde from her shoulders to a position stretched out across the second strand. “Ropes!” the Angriest Acolyte called out to Castle the instant she'd grabbed hold of the rubber-coated steel. “Get this bitch away from me, damn you! I'm in the ropesssrrrggghhhh!”
Patently unimpressed by the demand, Sue planted her right foot in the pit of Penny's stomach and boosted herself up so she was standing with every bit of her hundred and thirty-so pounds on the bendy-back's punished gut. Putting one cupped hand to her ear, Burlingame called out, “Tell this punk who's kicking her ass!”
'SUE!' came back to her a thousand-fold so the Bankable Bombshell took the top rope in both hands and hopped off her groaning perch. Alas Tremblay's relief was little more than the span between heartbeats as Burlingame forced her heels against her backside so she could THWHUMP her knees into the pit of Penny's stomach! Tremblay plopped to the canvas, rolled onto all fours and was summarily draaaaaaaaagged by wrist and ankle to the middle of the ring where Burlingame tumbled her over and very pointedly sat on the blonde's tummy while palming her shoulders for a count of...
ROPE HUNG DOUBLE KNEES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygTnRHNEPVk
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
“OFF ME!” Tremblay braced her hands against Burlingame's chest and shoved her off the domineering mount, much to the displeasure of the capacity crowd. Their mood brightened considerably when Burlingame scooted into place behind her adversary and slipped both tawny stems around the younger wrestler's waist. A single rough compression of the Bodyscissors had Penelope pounding on Sue's thighs, but she made no significant progress because the Ace neatly threaded her arms beneath the Last True Believer's biceps and locked her down in a Full Nelson!
FULL NELSON & BODYSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=btga2NP5Y2c
“Tap out!” Burlingame ordered after she'd forced Tremblay's chin into the top of her own cleavage and tacked on another long squeeze. “I mean it, cutie. I'm through pampering you. Tap out or I'll squeeze until something cra--”
“Ruuuhhh... really working to earn that mom of the year mug, aren't you, bitch?” Penny hissed. “Does your daughter even know what you look like or does she just call the nanny MoHHHRRRRRGHHHHH!”
Sue squeezed harder than ever and rolled onto her back before swinging forward to THUMP Tremblay's backside with a massive Keester Bounce. No embarrassment tactic this, Sue's pretty face was deadly serious when she hissed, “You don't talk about my daughter, Tremblay. Not now. Not ever.”
“Why?” Penny's teeth were bared in a pained, albeit ferocious smile. “Hard to remember her name, is that it? I bet your arrogant ass can tell me the gates for every card where you won a World Title but ask about the kid and suddenly you don't know shitTTTEEERRRRGGGHHHHHH!”
Burlingame doubled down on both holds, the hardbody brunette putting all her considerable strength into making Tremblay shut her vile mouth. “Ask her.” she huffed when Penny only scrabbled at her clasped hands. “Ask the snotty little shit if she wants to submit.”
“What do you say, Penny?” Castle dropped to one knee beside the action. “Do you need me to call for the bell?”
Tremblay shook her head 'no'. “I'm fine. But I am curious. Could you ask Susannah if she thinks she can clear the admittedly low bar set by her own parents or is she going to rely on Brie and Lily to raise the--” Burlingame's veteran instinct told her to keep both holds in place, Tremblay was wearing down fast and while this combination wasn't sexy it'd still leave the blonde stretched out like a loser under the hot lights of the FAWN Arena. But Penny couldn't seem to keep her goddamned mouth shut so Burlingame halved the Nelson (making a point to snatch a huge fistful of the blonde's hair) and cocked her free arm into a tire iron that she thwhap-thwhap-THWHAPPED against the nape of her foe's neck over and over!
Tremblay groaned and tried to cover up without much success. In the end it was the handful of hair that ended up saving her since Sue refused to let go after a couple warnings from Castle. “All right Sue, last warning! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Sue stopped swinging and even released the Scissors though this was no act of kindness as it simply allowed her to stuff both feet against Tremblay's back and kick her away. Raising her hands to shoulder level as she got to her feet, the former World Champion shot a grim look at the Senior Official. “She's talking shit, Nick. The kind of shit that gets a chick hit harder than the usual trash talk.”
“Still can't let you smash her in the back of the head when she's defenseless. I'd do the same for you and you know it.”
Sue did, so she let the issue drop and made a point to grab Tremblay by the ears when she hauled her to verticality a moment later. Switching to a Front Facelock made it much easier to lead Penny over to the ropes where the Ace put a foot on the bottom rope so she could clamber into a seat on the top rope. Such an arrangement often called for some catty observation from the brunette, tonight however she only braced her feet against the middle rope and shoved off to spin around for a skull-crushing TrustfunDDNOOOO!
Burlingame was stretched out full length to get the most 'oomph' from the maneuver and it cost dearly when Bad Penny got her hands set against the brunette's upper thighs. Instead of simply tossing Sue away she swung back toward the ropes and dropped her attacker crotch first across the rubber-coated steel! The thrumming TWANG didn't quite reach the cheap seats with the same force as say a chair shot or a collision with the steel steps, but that didn't stop the whole crowd from groaning in sympathetic anguish as Burlingame sat bolt upright, or at least as best she could while situated atop the springy barrier.
As for Tremblay, she wasn't looking much better after the ass kicking she'd absorbed, though her mood did seem to improve when she snatched hold of the rope on either side of her opponent and began to jounce it up and down as hard as she could! “You want to play rough, hag?” Penny snarled as Sue groaned and writhed. “Let me show you what that really means!”
Castle grimaced along with the rest of the crowd, but unlike everyone on the other side of the barricade he could do something about it. He waited a few seconds longer than maybe he should've (remembering how pitiless Burlingame had been with those Forearm Smashes) yet there was no hesitation in his tone when he ordered, “All right Penny, get her off those ropes!” He'd expected more sass or another raised middle finger, so he was genuinely surprised when the Last True Believer stepped back without so much as a word of complaint.
“Don't worry if you need assistance, ma'am.” Tremblay hissed as she stalked to the corner directly behind her wincing adversary. “I'll be along to help you shortly.”
Sue didn't acknowledge the taunt, she was too busy trying to figure a way to hoist herself off the encroaching cable. Elsewhere, Penny grabbed hold of the top rope in both hands and boosted herself into a feline crouch atop the high rent district. The FAWNatics, sensing trouble, raised their collective voice in hopes of encouraging Burlingame to escape the awkward arrangement but it was no to be. She was still strung up tight when Tremblay leapt into the lights and THWHACKED a vicious Missile Dropkick into the back of the brunette's head! Sue's noggin snapped forward and the rest of her followed, the lissome lovely spilling to the deck in an awkward sprawl with both arms cradled across her aching skull.
Not long thereafter Penny plunged her hands into the older woman's hair and pointedly draaaaaaaaaagged her across the canvas before hoisting her to boot-leather. The Rainmaker threw a woozy right that Tremblay easily dipped, the resurgent blonde hooking her own left arm over the exposed bicep so she could slip into position behind Burlingame. In the next instant she corralled Sue's other arm in identical fashion and dropped to her knees, Tremblay touching her forehead to the mat to stack Susan on her shoulders with a basic BacksliNO! Burlingame rolled out to land on her hands and knees which would've been much more beneficial if Bad Penny hadn't already made it upright and rushed forward to THWHACK a Kneelift into her foe's forehead!
BACKSLIDE TO KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xm3bj8F8aLY
Sue took it flush and rocked back on her heels, the brunette's arms windmilling drunkenly as she fought to keep her balance. As for Penny, she pivoted her right shoulder toward the heiress, then raised that knee and hopped forward for a retaliatory Super Ki-- Sue's hands came together to catch the blonde's ankle only they missed entirely because the Orphan of Midnight struck quite a bit lower. But where Burlingame had kicked her rival in the tummy, Penny struck even farther south with a Toe Kick that SPIKED the Ace's crotch!
The jeers were as resounding as they were immediate, the FAWNatics letting Tremblay have it with both barrels even as a pigeon-toed Susan crumpled to her knees. Penny drank it all in. She relished in it. Luxuriated in it. But, and this is very important, she never once once paused her attack. Indeed Burlingame's knees had barely touched the canvas when Bad Penny grabbed a double handful of hair and stuffed the penitent grappler's head between her thighs. A Waistlock muscled Burlingame into an awkward arch across the bendy-back's right shoulder, though that strain was lessened when Tremblay shifted her grips to Sue's biceps. Crucifix secured, Penelope eschewed her usual running start in favor of two giant steps into the corner where she hurled Burlingame spine-first into the top turnbuckle!
LAST NIGHT OF SADNESS @ 1:45
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIuz4dinZ1o
Rocked to her core by the Last Night of Sadness, the Bankable Bombshell staggered away from the thrumming buckles in such a daze that she didn't register Penny snuggled in behind her until the Angriest Acolyte wedged her head beneath Sue's left arm. The crowd shifted from outraged to concerned and rightfully so when Tremblay boosted Burlingame onto her right shoulder and instantly laid out, the blonde twisting into place beneath her falling adversary so she could bring both knees up against her ches--“NNNNGGGHHH!” Sue bounced off the bony points like they were spring-loaded, the veteran landing awkwardly on her left side before slopping onto her stomach.
SPINE TREMBLAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwff5hhOh-0
Dark eyes alight with triumph in the wake of the Spine Tremblar, Penny scrambled to her feet and hurried toward the far corner, making sure to STOMP on the small of Burlingame's back in the process. The Rainmaker shuddered underfoot but didn't roll over onto her back for fear of opening herself up to a pin. She settled for rubbing at the aching expanse, only vaguely aware that she had no idea of Tremblay's current location. If she'd been even slightly more clearheaded, Burlingame would've realized exactly where Penny was, if not through her extensive experience than by the simple rising volume of the Heartbroken throng. But she did not and so the blonde climbed reached the top turnbuckle unnoticed, Penny rising from a crouch to her full height only to leap halfway across the squared circle to THAWHAM down atop Burlingame's victimized back!
DYING BREATH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CujzuZzNTrw
Taking the Dying Breath face-down meant there was no dramatic popping of limbs on impact, yet that didn't stop the crowd from bounding to their feet to offer Sue support even as Tremblay bulled her onto her back and climbed aboard. Leaning forward to collect the brunette's legs as soon as she'd claimed her seat, Penny leeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back until the crown of her skull was touching the mat and Burlingame's tush was pointed at the rafters. The sight of Nick Castle diving in beside his charges forced the FAWNatics to confront a very disturbing possibility, one they tried to thwart with a level of noise that threatened to bring the whole place down through a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
The Last True Believer tossed Sue's legs aside and stretched her arms wide for a bellow of primal triumph as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... BAD PENNY TREMBLAY!”
The blonde rolled off her foe, pushed to verticality in a single weary motion and extended her hand to the official. Nick instinctively stepped back only to look a little sheepish when Penny murmured, “Raise my hand, Castle.”
He did, though his vindication of Tremblay's win did nothing to lessen the boos pouring down from all sides of the arena. Penelope didn't seem to mind, indeed her eyes were closed and there was a beatific smile on her lips, a far cry from the fury that'd stamped them between the bells.
Down quite a bit lower, Sue groaned and rolled onto her side, one hand pressed gingerly to her aching togs. She was doing her best to fight down the roiling anguish when she felt breath against her cheek. “People are stories, Susannah Burlingame.” Tremblay hissed. “The chapter in which you were the Ace is over, but there are still many chapters left in front of you. Do not let pride burn the book of your life in a vain attempt to improve upon a legacy others would kill for a fraction thereof.”
“Yuuuuuhhhhhh.... you don't get to decide when I'm done.” Burlingame rasped. “Especially not when you had to kick me in the junk to steal a win.”
Penny, who'd knelt down to whisper in the veteran's ear, leaned back on her haunches with the oddest mixture of disappointment, triumph, and fury on her face. “Do you believe me incapable of carrying out my threat, Susannah Burlingame?”
Sue grimaced, rolled onto her back so she could lock eyes with the blonde. “I believe you have no idea what you've startHHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Penny wrapped a hand around Sue's throat and squeeeeeeeeeeezed even as she leaned down to go nose to nose with the Rainmaker. “Then chase me, you bitch. I've chased you for so long, it's time you learned how it feels. Chase me. Hunt me down. Run me to ground if you dare, but I promise you, Ace,” she said that last word with such acid contempt it registered through the growing fog in Burlingame's brain, “putting a match to everything you've built in this ring is the LEAST of what's in store for you.”
On that threatening note she squeezed even harder, then leaned down and planted a kiss in the center of Burlingame's forehead before releasing her grip with a vicious little flourish. On her feet in an instant, Tremblay sneered at Castle as she backpedaled to the ropes and dipped to the floor. Eyes locked on the brunette as a coughing Sue struggled to one knee, Bad Penny stretched her arms wide and called out, “Chase me if you dare, Susannah Burlingame. Chase me and find out just where I plan to destroy you.”
“You're not gonna make it that far, bitch.” the brunette growled. “First time I get my hands on you, you're fucking done.”
The lights cut out in the span between heartbeats, darkness descending on the Heartbroken lemmings before they could even start to jeer. With it came the low hum of a guitar and a repetition of vaguely ecclesiastical ‘oh’s’ that marked the beginning of ‘Walk on Water’.
WALK ON WATER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FA2w-PMKspo
Jeers did their level best to contend with the Orphan of Midnight's anthem, but the words rolled on heedless of the massed disdain, nor was it enough to halt the arrival of ghostly blue lights or a thin bank of dry ice fog. The Ill Omen appeared moments later, rising into view on a mechanical lift hidden within the dark so it looked as though she appeared from thin air. Taking up residence center stage, Penelope Tremblay gazed around the arena for several long seconds before she raised her left hand to her right shoulder and brushed off some invisible dust. Eyes locked on some point beyond the horizon, she repeated the sigil on her left shoulder, then started down the ramp to the squared circle.
PENNY TREMBLAY:
For this confrontation she'd pursued with such relentless drive, Tremblay wore a midnight blue two piece consisting of a sports-bra top and strappy briefs, both edged in copper trim. Pads at knee and elbow were matte gray while her boots matched her trunks. Ignoring the startled jeers of the poor lost sheep crowded against the guardrails, Tremblay made her way down the ramp, then hurried up the steel steps, climbed onto the empty corner and sprang from there to the center of the ring, where she dropped to her knees facing the hard camera A detail noted by those with particularly sharp vision, Penny wore copper-colored eye shadow, a sartorial detail that made every blink glint like the coins placed atop the eyes of the dearly departed. Standing after an appropriate stretch of genuflection, Tremblay stood up and turned her attention to the stage. “No more games, ma'am.” she said to no one in particular. “I'm right here. Come and get me.”
'Ask and ye shall receive' came in the form of the Announcer as he stepped into the spotlight to resume his duties. “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 this long overdue beating of Wainright's most devoted disciple, 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:
PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS? SUE'S GONNA BANKRUPT THAT ASS!
Smiling a little wider when she saw the blonde's eyes narrow ever so slightly, 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. Tremblay didn't move from her spot so Sue walked right up-- Senior Official Nick Castle stepped between them and murmured, “To your corners, ladies. The bell will sound soon enough.”
Sue's hands tightened into fists, but then she relaxed and offered a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. “See you real soon, kiddo. Hope it was worth the wait.”
Penny returned that malicious smile with icy interest. “You're going to wish you'd kept running. But I'm so grateful you decided to turn and fight.”
With that she backed into her corner. After a long moment, Sue did the same.
Neither woman took eyes off the other during Castle's final instructions, indeed they might've been statues save for the perfunctory way they offered the Senior Official their wrists and knees when requested. Yet the careful observer noted there was a definite sense of movement in the women, as if Burlingame and Tremblay were high tension wires thrumming at a rate barely perceptible to the human eye. Nick must've felt it too because he waited until he was well clear of the former World Champion to throw a signal to the Timekeeper.
CLANG!
Susan came out of her corner at the sound of the bell, the Ace's hands already up high to either guard against the blonde's attacks or smash her face in, whichever option presented first. As for the Bad Penny, she approached with equal certainty and while her stance didn't exactly mirror the veteran's, it was clear she'd been watching plenty of Burlingame ta-- Sue lashed out with a high Roundhouse that would've taken Tremblay's face off if she hadn't stopped dead at just the right moment.
A more impetuous adversary might've proceeded immediately thereafter and paid the price, but as we just mentioned, the Orphan of Midnight had watched a lot of tape and she knew the Sweep was coming. She could've hopped over the low, scything limb, instead she threw herself into a back handspring that earned an audible 'Ooooooohhh' from the Heartbroken throng. If the pair of nimble evasions bothered Sue she didn't let it show, she just spun back to verticality and marched into the breach to fire off a hard kick into the bendy-back's ri-- Penny caught hold of Burlingame's ankle to thwart the effort, not that she got much time to celebrate the block because the Bankable Bombshell immediately leapt off her plant foot and lashed out with an Enzugiri aimed as the other woman's temp--
Tremblay ducked and let loose of Sue's captured foot so that the other wrestler landed flat on her belly. Sue shot to all fours in an instant only to freeze when Tremblay hunkered forward and treated her foe's buttocks to a single rude squeeze! Paralyzed by incredulity rather than pain or even surprise, Sue's lack of immediate violence must've emboldened the Angriest Acolyte because Penny tacked a pair of 'go on, git!' swats to the older woman's backside. Pushing to her feet without bothering to turn around, Sue very deliberately 'flicked' her togs into place with both index fingers before she rounded on the willowy brunette.
“You really want to start this way, honey?” the heiress asked. “These are the sort of shitty little games that could derail an otherwise promising caNNNGGGHHHH!”
Penny pressed a splayed palm to Burlingame's face and sent her backpedaling with a rude shove! “No one's playing games, hag.” Tremblay muttered as Sue caught her balance. “I just thought we'd keep things light to start, but apparently I need to dial it down even--”
The Ace swooped in, laced both hands against the back of her foe's neck in a Muy Thai style clasp and tugged her down so she could thum-thum-THUMP Kneelifts into Tremblay's trim abdomen. She'd landed three shots and would've piled on a helluva lot more if Penelope hadn't swatted the next shot down and pumped a few punches into the blonde's stomach. Sue shook 'em off, dug her fingers in and jostled her foe's head from side to side. “Not good enough, little girl. Not nearly good enouOOOOWWWWW FUCK!”
The Last True Believer gouged both thumbs (as best she could at least) into the eldest Burlingame's navel and did her damndest to widen the little depression by several inches! Not about to let such an affront go unanswered, Sue switched from the clasp to a Front Facelock, one that let her THWHAPseveral rough Overhand Forearm Smashes into the base of her rival's ne--
“WHOAAANNNGGHH!” Still gouging and digging at the Bombshell's tummy, Tremblay earned another grudging 'ooooohhh!' from the crowd when she dipped low and popped her hips to take Susan up, over and DOWN with a gorgeous Northern Lights Suplex! Burlingame landed on her back and stayed there, the tawny battler momentarily stunned despite the pain in her midsection and the roar of the fans helping Nick count...
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJbBP5f3f2E
ONE...
TWO...
Sue kicked out simultaneous with 'TWO' and scrambled to her feet as Tremblay did the same. Again Burlingame proved herself slightly quicker on the draw, this time by reeling Penny into a rough Side Headlock the moment she-- “EERRRGGHHH! HAIR!”
Indeed there was no disputing the charge, Tremblay had buried one hand in the brunette's hair and wrenched her head back at an awful angle! Sue's shout to the ref was more instinct than anything else. Rather than repeat her charge she made Penelope pay for the unpleasant encroachment by snatching a huge hank of long blonde locks and then pulling as hard as she could! Penny hissed and stamped a foot against the canvas, but other than redoubling her own pull, she offered no comment on the veteran's catty efforts.
Nick Castle on the other hand was quite vocal with his disapproval. “Alright, both of you knock that shit off.” he warned. “I didn't take this match to pull apart a pair of snippy sorority girls, so let's break those grips and straighten the hell up.” His words carried plenty of weight and more than their fair share of warning, alas there was no count included and so neither blonde or brunette slackened their efforts to denude the other's scalp. Of course the ref wasn't about to tolerate such brazen defiance so he stomped after his wandering charges and barked out, “Last warning! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
That succeeded where the first warning had failed and Susan and Penny reluctantly released their hooks, though both wrestlers refused to soothe their locks, choosing instead to maintain scathing eye contact for several seconds. “Tell me,” Tremblay asked once Castle had succeeded in creating a modicum of separation between the rivals, “what's the best way to make you take me seriously? Embarrassment or violence?”
“You grabbed a handful of ass when I was on all fours, baby.” Burlingame replied at once. “What makes you think I'm not taking you seriously?”
“Too much swagger in your eyes, for one thing. Not your fault, actually. Something tells me you're the type that CAN'T take anyone serious without a little prior bloodshed so... violence, I think.”
The Bankable Bombshell stepped back and raised her hands--CRACK! Tremblay lashed out with viper speed, the blonde's backhand catching Sue flush across the cheek! “Violence, with a healthy side of embarrassment, I should s--”
Burlingame whipped around and lashed out with a Uraken that split the air occupied by Penny's skull half a heartbeat prior. Swinging around behind the former World Champion even as Sue cursed the miss, Tremblay crooked her fingers into talons and raaaaaaaaaaaaked them down the heiress' back all the way from shoulders to buttock! Burlingame hissed and fired off another Uraken only to have it thump uselessly against the blonde's guard. Penny grabbed her foe's wrist, jerked her forward and THUMPED a Kneelift into the pit of Sue's stomach!
The Ace's butt shot backward and she started to crumple before the Angriest Acolyte used her Wristlock to haul her upright with a single rough yank. Still holding on tight, she stepped back, dropped a shoulder and sent Burlingame off to the races with an Irish Whip. Tremblay made no effort to follow, instead she planted her feet and extended an arm, the brash bendy-back daring her foe to rush in and strike her down. Make no mistake, Sue intended to do just that. She hit the strands with a 'twang' and bounced out going so fast it only took her a few long strides to close in on-- Bad Penny took to the skies with a gorgeous Leap Frog that let Burlingame continue to the far side without incident. As for Tremblay, she hit the deck and set off running toward the ropes that were still thrumming with her opponent's passage. Another few heartbeats and they were rushing toward the center, their footrace turning into a dangerous game of chick--THUMP!
Penelope wasn't anyone's idea of the traditional powerhouse yet no one could argue she looked damn brawny when she pivoted into the Bombshell and knocked her flat with a Shoulderblock to the sternum! Sue landed hard, the veteran wide-eyed and gasping in the wake of the precision strike. Even so, she would've been back on her feet in seconds if the domineering blonde hadn't set a foot on her tummy and stepped down HARD, Tremblay making a point to stretch her arms wide as used the Bankable Bombshell as a literal stepping stone on her way to mug for the hard camera.
“She's not fit to do this anymore!” Penny shouted over the disgusted surprise of the capacity crowd. “You think she's in trouble now? Give me twenty more minutes, you'll be begging her to stay down!”
Behind her, Sue flopped onto her side and gritted her teeth. In truth the actual hurt was minor, her pride however, felt like it'd been scalded with acid. And that simply wouldn't do. Scrambling to verticality with the feel of those treads still roiling in her gut, Burlingame rushed the ropes and swept Tremblay into a Collar & Elbow just as the blonde turned around. Though she was sorely tempted to scuff the heel of her palm across Penny's mouth until she drew blood, Susan settled for a single brisk slap, then switched over to a Wristlock and slung the other woman across the squared circle. The Ace didn't follow, instead she threw herself into the rubber-coated steel to ensure they'd meet in the middle for a reenactment of their first collis-- Tremblay dropped onto her stomach so Burlingame continued on while the blonde bounced up to await her next pass. Didn't take long, Sue was back on her almost immediately yet somehow no one was surprised when Penny shot into the air for the second Leap Frog in as many minu--“NNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Burlingame had expected such evasiveness from her adversary and rather than hit the ropes once again she spun on her heel the instant she'd cleared the younger woman and took to the skies with a leap of her own. No defensive flourish this, Burlingame pistoned both feet forward to THWHACK a brutal Dropkick against the base of her opponent's skull!
Utterly unprepared for such an attack, Tremblay was blown off balance and landed hard on her face and chest. The sledgehammer force of it was such that she didn't register much of anything else for several seconds afterward, not that this stopped Burlingame from planting a foot atop the blonde's buns as she spread her arms wide.
“Who's the best?” she asked the FAWNatics.
'SUE!' they bellowed in response.
“Who's the Ace?”
'SUE!'
“Who's gonna drag this brat's narrow ass aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallll over the ring tonight?”
'SUE!'
Satisfied with the three-peat, the Bankable Bombshell hunkered down, grabbed hold of Penny's hips and muscled her to all fours. Tremblay wasn't quite where Burlingame needed her at the moment but she didn't feel like dragging the Last True Believer all the way to verticality without some assistance so Sue let loose and scored her foe's back with a gaudy, retaliatory rake that made Penny rear back on her knees in an instant!
“Catty bitch!” she hissed. “You'll fucking pay for hhhrrrgghhh!”
Susan crouched, slipped her arms beneath Penelope's biceps and locked her hands to secure the Full Nelson. “You're not gonna do anything except play showcase for me.” the former World Champion purred to the relative ingenue in the midst of hauling her upright. “You were so eager to get me in the middle of this ring, cutie. Better not start whining now that you've got your--” Sue would've said 'wish' if she hadn't had to pull one foot out of the way to avoid a heavy stomp from the furious bendy-back. She thwarted the second stomp attempt with a Kneelift to the tailbone that had Penny yelping in distress.
The sound of it was so thrilling that Burlingame couldn't help but dish out three more Kneelifts, though her impulsiveness actually proved a boon to her blonde as the last blow sent her lurching forward just far enough to hook her right foot over the bottom rope. “Get off me, bitch!” Tremblay demanded at once. Then to Nick she added, “Make her break the hold, Castle! I'm in the rop--”
Burlingame barreled forward to smudge her rival against the rubber-coated steel, not that Penny appreciated it considering the Ace began to grind and roll her hips against the blonde's pert buns! “Go on and smile for the camera, baby.” Sue cooed over the tawdry roar of the crowd. “This is your big moment, remember? Show 'em how much you love being the center of attention!”
Pale as milk save for a livid red spot on each cheek, Tremblay kicked the bottom rope hard and hissed, “Castle, I swear to god if you don't make her break this hold I'll gouge her eyes HHHRRRGGGHH!” Burlingame didn't much care for threats so she pounded half a dozen more Kneelifts into the blonde's cheeks before yanking her out of the ropes and backpedaling to the center of the squared circle. No one on the paying side of the guardrail much cared, though Penny groaned in fury and the ref looked on with some consternation.
“She was in the ropes, Sue.” Castle said reproachfully. “I should make you break that Full Nelson.”
Smile growing a little wider as she glanced at the long suffering zebra, Burlingame replied, “How about I just make a short night of this, would that be ok?” The Ace didn't wait for an answer, she got low and popped her hips to take Tremblay up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with a Dragon Suplex! Folded in half by the ring-rattling throw, Bad Penny remained folded in half through...
DRAGON SUPLEX @ 00:33
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfsEY7LldAs
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TWO...
Tremblay twisted onto her stomach simultaneous with 'TWO' to ensure everyone she wouldn't be dismissed so easily. Sue didn't mind, indeed she looked quite pleased with the situation as she buried her hands in Penny's hair and set her on her feet. With the former Churchgoer still reeling from the Suplex, Sue had no trouble securing another Full Nelson, but rather than unleash a second Dragon she gathered her strength and hoisted Tremblay straight into the air! The resultant strain on her neck caused the bendy-back to brace her shins against the veteran's thighs to alleviate some of the pressure, unfortunately Burlingame made things worse when she dipped into a slight crouch and leaned her burden forward. “Working your neck and your back now, cutie.” Sue explained as she bobbled the Full Nelson up and down. “Amara may be the Queen of the traditional Camel Clutch, but I'd like to see her pull this one off!”
Penelope didn't answer, choosing instead to scrape and claw at the brunette's forearms in hopes of breaking the Full Nelson. Her nails were sharp, but Sue's grip was strong and a bit more jostling from the heiress put an even deeper curve into the trapped wrestler's arched back. While a submission didn't appear imminent, Castle was suitably concerned by the sight of Tremblay's heels scrubbing against Burlingame's shoulders to check on her wherewithal. “What do you say, Penny? Need me to call for the bell?”
Waggling her head 'no' was out of the question considering the pressure on her neck, so the Orphan of Midnight skewered him with a baleful glare and snarled, “I need you to stop pampering this has-been bitch. Her legs are already shaking, there's no way she doesn't let me go in the next ten seconds.”
Susan frowned, irritated and ever so slightly alarmed that the blonde had picked up on the small tremor that'd passed through her thighs a few seconds prior. She shook it off and made Tremblay pay by gouging her fingers into the nape of her neck. “Ten seconds, huh?” she chided. “You may be ten pounds of shit in a five pound bag, but I think I can hold you here longer than ten seconds.”
Penny bared her teeth in a hard smile despite the unpleasant circumstances. “Whatever you say, old woman. Every second you keep me here is another second you're huffing and puffing while I kick your ass later.”
“Listening to Wainright for so long really made you great at embracing delusions, didn't it?” Sue chided. “You want me to turn you toward the stage so you can see who's tied up right now?”
Penny growled and tried to squirm her way free again but still couldn't manage it. “Run your mouth all you want, hag. You may be able to hold me, but you sure as fuck can't HURT me. That's why your tired old ass is stalling for time.” Tremblay flexed her legs, a move that jabbed her heels into the heiress' shoulders hard enough to make her grunt. The sound was soft, but not so soft that Penny didn't hear it and redouble her efforts. “That's right, rich bitch. Hold on as long as you can, but there's only one way this ends. Me posterizing you in front of all these idiots.”
“Oh, is that so? That's the only way this ends?” the smile was back on Sue's face as she bore down on the Full Nelson.
“You fucking heard me. Maybe you should get the batteries in your hearing aid checked maNNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Burlingame boosted her foe up a little higher only to swing her forward and down while dropping to a seat to THAWHUMP the blonde's mug into the mat with a gorgeous Facebuster! The clever maneuver left Tremblay stretched out and blessedly silent so the Bombshell hooked a leg and shoveled her over onto her back so she could swing over and sit down on her prey's chest. Hooking both legs behind the knee and leeeeeeaaaaaaaaaing back turned the simple pin into a showy Reverse Matchbook that kept Tremblay glued in place for a count of...
CRADLED FULL NELSON & FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZ_bfo9ztYg
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Penny drove an awkward punch into the Ace's left flank to break the cover with half a second to spare! Unfazed by the escape, Sue rolled to her back, drew both knees up to her chest and kipped to boot-leather to a wave of applause from the FAWNatics. “Hear that, sweetheart?” she asked Tremblay. “That's an arena full of people cheering me on while you writhe on the canvas. You ever want a chance of taking my spot? You better learn to do more than look pretty in defeat.”
Penny responded with a defiant middle finger, a gesture Sue would've appreciated if it wasn't pointed in her direction. Snatching hold of the blonde's wrist before she could withdraw it, Burlingame hauled the Angriest Acolyte to her feet and-- “Ahhhhh bitch!”
Penny let Sue peel her off the deck and promptly repaid by the kindness by raking the former World Champion across the eyes! Hissing with delight as Burlingame stumbled away swiping at her face, Tremblay grabbed hold of the brunette's left wrist and pressed a shoulder into her sternum, all the better to force Sue backward into the ropes. “I don't need to grind all over your saggy ass to make my point.” Penny stuffed a Kneelift into her foe's tummy for emphasis. “Leaving you bloodied and humbled will be enough... but I'll enjoy getting you there.”
“Yuuuhhh... you were sidekick to a madwoman.” Burlingame huffed. “You barely have what it takes to stand in the ring with me, no way you're ever gonna--”
Tremblay doubled down on the Wristlock, stepped back and dropped a shoulder to send Susan racing across the squared circle with an Irish Whip. Unlike their previous rope running encounter, Penny didn't head in the opposite direction, in fact she kept hold of the brunette's wrist as she bounded along in Burlingame's wake. Quickly approaching the edge, the Ace twisted around to bounce off and-- THWHACK! The Orphan of Midnight was ready and waiting with a huge Forearm Smash that caromed off her rival's cheek! Sue's head snapped back and her knees sagged until she was slumped awkwardly on the middle rope.
RUNNING FOREARM SMASH IN THE ROPES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pe9uZ4UwVn0
Above her, Tremblay raked hair out of her eyes, then leaned down and planted a taunting smooch in the center of Burlingame's forehead. “You're the one barely standing, hag.” she sneered. “One little shove is all it would take to send you tumbling out of the ring like the trash you NGH! NGH!”
Sue curled her free hand into a fist and pounded a couple shots into Tremblay's tummy but the attempted jailbreak came to an emphatic end when Penny drilled a quick Headbutt between her eyes. “I understand the arrogance.” the blonde hauled the heiress more fully upright so she could smudge her against the strands. “After all, you're a three time World Champion and I'm... what did you call me? Oh yes, sidekick to a madwoman. So I won't hold that arrogance against you... at least not during this first encounter.”
“Yuuuhhhh... you want this to happen more than once?” Sue sounded woozy and derisive at the same time. “Trust me, little girl. I'll give you more than enough ton--”
The Angriest Acolyte cleared off and tugged Sue out of the ropes like she was looking for an Irish Whip, but rather than let the veteran head to the far side, Penny dug in her heels and reeled her back the way she'd come. Converting the Wristlock into an Arm Wringer that put her behind the Ace, Penny snaked her left leg around Burlingame's left thigh and curled across her lower back so she could pull the brunette's right arm back at an awkward angle! Abdominal Stretch, Penelope Tremblay to Susannah Burlingame in the middle of the ri--“NNGGHH!” Groans of sympathetic anguish from throughout the arena when Penny scooped her right hand into a claw and thrust it between the Rainmaker's thighs for a nauseating Crotch Claw!
“Don't you dare ask if she submits!” Tremblay barked at Castle before the official had a chance to say so much as a word. “She's too goddamned proud to submit and even if she's not, it's about time someone put her on display!”
Jaw clenched, eyes narrowed, Sue shook her head 'no' to ensure there was no question of her continued involvement in the match. “You think working my trunks is going to win this fight?” Burlingame rasped as she gouged the point of her left elbow into the meat of Tremblay's encroaching thigh. “It's not gonna get you a goddamned thing except a rougher ride when it's time to show you the best seat in the housAAAWWWWWW FAAAAAHK!”
Penny switched over to a white-knuckle pincer grip that would've had Burlingame up on tiptoes if she'd been able. “You're going to ride me with this nasty old worn-out shit?” Penny made a point to twisssssssssssssst that underhanded grip as she murmured in the brunette's ear. “I'm afraid those days are over, ma'am. The only thing you'll be riding for the next week is a bag of iceEERRRGGGHHH!”
Sue grabbed hold of Penny's left knee-pad and yanked it down so she could jab her thumb into the sensitive flesh at the pit of her opponent's knee! Knowing damned well Burlingame was trying to cheat her way out by attacking a nerve cluster, Tremblay went back to the five-fingered claw and squeezed until her knuckles showed white. “Get away from my knee, slut.” she warned. “Or I'll make you sorry.”
“I'm already sorry.” Sue grunted. “Sorry I didn't kick your skinny ass years agHHHHRRRRGGGHHH!”
Tremblay let loose, curled her hand into a fist and POUNDED three quick punches into the veteran's defenseless undercarriage!
“That's enough of that, Penny.” Castle warned. “You want to work trunks, you do it with an open--”
'Ooooooohhh's' and jeers from the FAWNatics when Tremblay unearthed her spade just to raise a middle finger inches from the ref's nose.
“You're not here to impose order, Castle.” the Last True Believer explained. “You're not here to save this miserable spotlight seeker from the punishment she so richly deserves. The ONLY reason you're here is to bear witness to the end of this so-called Ace!”
Nick had notes and was ready to share them when Penelope raised her right arm again. No one fingered salute this time however, instead she whipped it between Sue's legs while simultaneously laying out on her left side to THAWHAM Burlingame down on the back of her head and shoulders! The smooth transition from submission to slam meant Sue remained stacked nice and tight while Penny scrambled to one knee and pressed down for the...
ABDOMINAL STRETCH SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vr4CH8zAW68
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Burlingame squeaked from her shoulders to her belly to escape the galling upset. Beside her, the Angriest Acolyte actually looked quite calm as she tucked her hair back behind her ears while contemplating her next move. A sudden unpleasant gleam suggested she'd made a decision and damned if she didn't plunge her hands into Sue's hair to haul her to boot-leather. No threats or showboating now, Tremblay switched from the hair-hold to a Wristlock and stepped off to send Burlingame sprinting into a corner on the far side of the ring. Cogent enough to turn around but not stop, Sue did just that and cringed along with the rest of the crowd when she BWUNGED spine-first into the roughly-padded buckles. The shivers were still rushing up and down her spine when Penny rushed in and hopped onto the bottom strand whereupon she immediately THWHONKED her right knee into the brunette's forehead! The blow was straight from the Book of Wainright and it hadn't lost any efficacy as evidenced by the way Sue's head snapped back half a second before her legs gave out and she dropped to a slumped seat.
HIGH KNEE IN THE CORNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3JDHq80B-A
Above her, Tremblay regarded the heiress with a mixture of amusement and disgust that blossomed into full on rage before she smothered it beneath a veneer of bland contempt. Taking the top rope in both hands, Penny pivoted on her left foot so she could wedge the right into the hollow of her opponent's throat. “You've had your time. More than your fair share, some might say.” the Last True Believer murmured as she dropped into a low crouch that let her throttle Burlingame senseless with that long, elegant leg. “Whether or not that's true is not for me to say. But there's no question about the impact you've made on this promotion. You've set an extremely high bar, one I intend to clear just as soon as you've moved onto the next phase of your--”
“Get off her throat right now, Penny!” Castle barked when his less fervent warnings drew no reaction from the willowy blonde. Even now her eyes only flicked in his direction, though Tremblay must've taken note because she grrrroooouuuund her boot a little harder when the official began to count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
She straightened up and stepped back with hands raised, the separation allowing Sue to draw an ugly, rasping breath into her lungs for what felt like the first time in ages. “Get up.” Penny demanded after a few seconds silence. “I came out here to beat a standard-bearer, not some washed up attention whore that only gets over with her mou--”
Burlingame grabbed the middle rope in both hands and used it to pull herself up on her right foot while also lashing out with the left in a Mule Kick aimed straight at Tremblay's chiNO!” Penny caught Sue's ankle in both hands and pulled hard enough to haul her foe all the way to verticality! Didn't stay that way for long, unfortunately. With only one foot planted Sue couldn't catch her balance and she tumbled backward, a situation made all the more unpleasant because Tremblay went down on one knee so that the Bankable Bombshell was nearly bent in half across the posted joint!
LEG-PULL BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LmK70MkzOQ0
The improvised Backbreaker sent Sue tumbling to all fours and she quickly reached the ropes, though this didn't provide the sanctuary she'd hoped as Tremblay quickly pounced and secured a double handful of hair. “Where's that mouth now, Suzie?” Penny wedged the brunette's upper body through the space between top and middle ropes and straightened her up so she could drape Burlingame's arms over the rubber-coated steel. This arrangement earned a round of salacious whistling from some members of the crowd and Tremblay rewarded them when she reached over with both hands and squeeeeeezed Sue's rack until the older wrestler groaned through clenched teeth! Other adversaries would've used the opportunity to mug for the crowd, Penny's attention however was on Burlingame alone.
“You don't belong here anymore.” she hissed. “I can tell you don't believe that. And none of these people would let you believe it, but that's only because they want to use you up.” Tremblay paused a gouged those claws a little deeper, much to the Ace's dismay. “I am doing this for your benefit, Susannah. Believe it or--”
“Kiss my ass, honey. You just want to shoot your way up the card in a single stroke... too bad I'm not going to fucking let NNNGGGGHH!”
The Last True Believer abandoned her claws to THWHAP a Forearm Smash against the base of her opponent's skull! Far from through with the vulnerable veteran, Tremblay did an about face and sprinted to the other side of the ring and came back moments lat--“NNNNNNNGGGHHH!” Penny drilled a beautiful Dropkick between Sue's shoulders, one that would've sent her tumbling to the floor if not for the security of the ropes.
ROPE HUNG DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-ZdboCJv5k
As it was her arms came loose of the top and she slumped awkwardly over the second strand. She was still catching her breath when Tremblay snuggled in behind and caught the brunette's right arm in a Half Nelson. Looping her left arm around Burlingame's midsection in the same instant, Penny muscled her adversary upright and tromped out into center ring where she got low and popped her hips to turn Sue inside out with a Half Nelson Suplex! Burlingame rolled through to her knees before dropping face-down where she remained until Tremblay hurried over and shoveled her onto her back so she could secure an aggressive Lateral Press good for the...
HALF NELSON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5I8CrIVSyA
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TWO...
TH--
Sue set her heels and bridged up to push the blonde aside! Penny responded with a sneer and a quick SLAP to the brunette's tummy before turning narrowed eyes to Nick Castle. “Letting her hang around longer than she should does no one any favors, asshole.”
“Don't blame the count, cutie.” the Rainmaker huffed before Nick could reply. “It's not his fault you were too lazy to hook a legGOOFFHH!”
Tremblay balled her hands into fists and delivered a quick left-right-left to Sue's belly, the irritated bendy-back making a point to target the same welt she'd raised moments prior. “I won't need to hook a leg when this is all over.” Penelope explained as she helped herself to the brunette's battle-damp mane. “All I'll need to do is take my foot off your face so the EMT's can cart you out of here.”
No response from the heiress which meant Tremblay didn't have to waste any more breath on words and could instead concentrate on reeling the former World Champion into a Standing Headscissors. Boos from the crowd and a taunting little smirk from Penny as she swatted Burlingame's glutes with a few taunting slaps before pivoting so they were pointed toward a corner on the opposite side of the ring. A snug Waistlock allowed Tremblay to muscle Susan up onto her shoulders and from there it was only a matter of shifting her handholds to the brunette's biceps to secure Burlingame in the Crucifix. Already concerned, the FAWNatics grew downright disquieted when Penny charged across the canvas as fast as her legs could carry her, the leggy battler clearly intent on seeing Sue through her Last Night of SadNO!
Burlingame raised her feet and actually braced them against Tremblay's lower back so she could kick free of the blonde's clutches before that calamitous collision with the corner. Denied her prey, Penny cursed, whirled around and immediately raised a guard when she saw Sue loading a Super Ki-THWHAP! Burlingame feinted high only to skewer Penny's midsection with that same kick! Tremblay grunted and doubled over, leaving her helpless to prevent Burlingame from securing a Standing Headscissors of her own. An identical Waistlock followed, but where Penny chose the Crucifix, the Ace went for a Powerbomb stall. Of course there wasn't very much stalling to be had as Sue promptly rushed into the corner and slung Tremblay forward to BWUUUNG her spine-first against the top buckle! Penny bounced out with a wail, landed on her feet managed a couple steps before crumpling to her knees. She'd yet to register this unforeseen penance when the eldest Burlingame sister hopped forward and THWHACKED another Super Kick off the point of her opponent's cheek! Tremblay went down in a heap and Sue quickly swept her into a Back Press, the veteran battler making sure to keep her weight snug against Tremblay's chest while Castle and the crowd counted off...
BUCKLE BOMB & SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sl-cF3pL6Q4
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Boos from all over the arena when Nick stopped the count because Penny laid her free foot on the bottom rope. Sue went back on her haunches and saluted the blonde's ring awareness with a polite little golf clap before snatching a double handful of hair. “That's the sort of move that'll ensure a long, storied career.” she admitted in the midst of hauling her opponent to boot-leather. “Know what else helps with that? Learning from the beatings you take from your betters.”
“Yuuuuhhhh.... you're not better than me.” Tremblay gasped. “You're trash. And I'm going to prove HHHRRGGHH!”
The Ace shut that sass down with a stiff Kneelift to the belly, then dipped down and slipped an arm through Bad Penny's stems so she could muscle her up onto her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry. Flashing that trademark smile as she sauntered to the middle of the squared circle, Sue swung toward the hard camera and said, “Hey sis, hope you don't mind me borrowing one of yours.” On that note she began to spin in place. Slowly at first, then faster and faster until both she and Penelope looked a little blurry around the edges.
Delighted to see the usually haughty blonde reduced to grimacing furniture by the Airplane Spin, the FAWNatics did their best to tally each new rotation though their job was rendered rather difficult by the fact that Sue increased the pace considerably when they reached 'TWENTY!' Another ten brought her to a grinding halt, but rather than simply toss the bendy-back from her perch, Burlingame went up on tiptoe and slung Tremblay forward and down while simultaneously dropping to one knee to THWHUMP that undoubtedly roiling midsection with a nauseating Gutbuster!
The Last True Believer gurgled piteously and tried to roll off her attacker's knee only to find her withdrawal impeded by an arm hooked over her lower back. “I know your tummy hurts, cutie.” Burlingame smirked as she raised her other hand overhead to a thunderous ovation. “Butt I think it's your skinny little bottom you really need to worry about!”
“Hrrrgghhh... don't... don't you fucking dare.” Tremblay croaked. “I mean it, Burlingame. Don't NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Sue Burlingame, who'd answered threats from FAWN's biggest stars with humiliations that'd once made her the most hated woman in the locker room, curled her raised hand into a shallow scoop and brought it whistling down to CRACK against Penny's squirming glutes! The blonde shrieked in rage, then a combination of rage and pain, and finally just pain as the Rainmaker brought the thunder with a veritable hurricane of of slaps, Burlingame keeping at it until her whole arm was sore and Tremblay's formerly pale backside had grown a deep, angry red. Even then Sue wasn't content to shove her prey to the canvas so she could attempt a pin. Instead she shifted her grips so one arm was around the younger wrestler's near thigh and the other was looped around the base of her neck. From there she got to her feet, dipped her head and deftly muscled Penelope back into the Fireman's Carry she'd occupied prior to the pernicious paddling.
Neither Airplane Spin or Gutbuster were repeated, instead she tromped to the corner where she'd driven Tremblay into the buckles and carefully (though certainly not delicately) transferred the blonde from her shoulders to a position stretched out across the second strand. “Ropes!” the Angriest Acolyte called out to Castle the instant she'd grabbed hold of the rubber-coated steel. “Get this bitch away from me, damn you! I'm in the ropesssrrrggghhhh!”
Patently unimpressed by the demand, Sue planted her right foot in the pit of Penny's stomach and boosted herself up so she was standing with every bit of her hundred and thirty-so pounds on the bendy-back's punished gut. Putting one cupped hand to her ear, Burlingame called out, “Tell this punk who's kicking her ass!”
'SUE!' came back to her a thousand-fold so the Bankable Bombshell took the top rope in both hands and hopped off her groaning perch. Alas Tremblay's relief was little more than the span between heartbeats as Burlingame forced her heels against her backside so she could THWHUMP her knees into the pit of Penny's stomach! Tremblay plopped to the canvas, rolled onto all fours and was summarily draaaaaaaaagged by wrist and ankle to the middle of the ring where Burlingame tumbled her over and very pointedly sat on the blonde's tummy while palming her shoulders for a count of...
ROPE HUNG DOUBLE KNEES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygTnRHNEPVk
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
“OFF ME!” Tremblay braced her hands against Burlingame's chest and shoved her off the domineering mount, much to the displeasure of the capacity crowd. Their mood brightened considerably when Burlingame scooted into place behind her adversary and slipped both tawny stems around the younger wrestler's waist. A single rough compression of the Bodyscissors had Penelope pounding on Sue's thighs, but she made no significant progress because the Ace neatly threaded her arms beneath the Last True Believer's biceps and locked her down in a Full Nelson!
FULL NELSON & BODYSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=btga2NP5Y2c
“Tap out!” Burlingame ordered after she'd forced Tremblay's chin into the top of her own cleavage and tacked on another long squeeze. “I mean it, cutie. I'm through pampering you. Tap out or I'll squeeze until something cra--”
“Ruuuhhh... really working to earn that mom of the year mug, aren't you, bitch?” Penny hissed. “Does your daughter even know what you look like or does she just call the nanny MoHHHRRRRRGHHHHH!”
Sue squeezed harder than ever and rolled onto her back before swinging forward to THUMP Tremblay's backside with a massive Keester Bounce. No embarrassment tactic this, Sue's pretty face was deadly serious when she hissed, “You don't talk about my daughter, Tremblay. Not now. Not ever.”
“Why?” Penny's teeth were bared in a pained, albeit ferocious smile. “Hard to remember her name, is that it? I bet your arrogant ass can tell me the gates for every card where you won a World Title but ask about the kid and suddenly you don't know shitTTTEEERRRRGGGHHHHHH!”
Burlingame doubled down on both holds, the hardbody brunette putting all her considerable strength into making Tremblay shut her vile mouth. “Ask her.” she huffed when Penny only scrabbled at her clasped hands. “Ask the snotty little shit if she wants to submit.”
“What do you say, Penny?” Castle dropped to one knee beside the action. “Do you need me to call for the bell?”
Tremblay shook her head 'no'. “I'm fine. But I am curious. Could you ask Susannah if she thinks she can clear the admittedly low bar set by her own parents or is she going to rely on Brie and Lily to raise the--” Burlingame's veteran instinct told her to keep both holds in place, Tremblay was wearing down fast and while this combination wasn't sexy it'd still leave the blonde stretched out like a loser under the hot lights of the FAWN Arena. But Penny couldn't seem to keep her goddamned mouth shut so Burlingame halved the Nelson (making a point to snatch a huge fistful of the blonde's hair) and cocked her free arm into a tire iron that she thwhap-thwhap-THWHAPPED against the nape of her foe's neck over and over!
Tremblay groaned and tried to cover up without much success. In the end it was the handful of hair that ended up saving her since Sue refused to let go after a couple warnings from Castle. “All right Sue, last warning! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Sue stopped swinging and even released the Scissors though this was no act of kindness as it simply allowed her to stuff both feet against Tremblay's back and kick her away. Raising her hands to shoulder level as she got to her feet, the former World Champion shot a grim look at the Senior Official. “She's talking shit, Nick. The kind of shit that gets a chick hit harder than the usual trash talk.”
“Still can't let you smash her in the back of the head when she's defenseless. I'd do the same for you and you know it.”
Sue did, so she let the issue drop and made a point to grab Tremblay by the ears when she hauled her to verticality a moment later. Switching to a Front Facelock made it much easier to lead Penny over to the ropes where the Ace put a foot on the bottom rope so she could clamber into a seat on the top rope. Such an arrangement often called for some catty observation from the brunette, tonight however she only braced her feet against the middle rope and shoved off to spin around for a skull-crushing TrustfunDDNOOOO!
Burlingame was stretched out full length to get the most 'oomph' from the maneuver and it cost dearly when Bad Penny got her hands set against the brunette's upper thighs. Instead of simply tossing Sue away she swung back toward the ropes and dropped her attacker crotch first across the rubber-coated steel! The thrumming TWANG didn't quite reach the cheap seats with the same force as say a chair shot or a collision with the steel steps, but that didn't stop the whole crowd from groaning in sympathetic anguish as Burlingame sat bolt upright, or at least as best she could while situated atop the springy barrier.
As for Tremblay, she wasn't looking much better after the ass kicking she'd absorbed, though her mood did seem to improve when she snatched hold of the rope on either side of her opponent and began to jounce it up and down as hard as she could! “You want to play rough, hag?” Penny snarled as Sue groaned and writhed. “Let me show you what that really means!”
Castle grimaced along with the rest of the crowd, but unlike everyone on the other side of the barricade he could do something about it. He waited a few seconds longer than maybe he should've (remembering how pitiless Burlingame had been with those Forearm Smashes) yet there was no hesitation in his tone when he ordered, “All right Penny, get her off those ropes!” He'd expected more sass or another raised middle finger, so he was genuinely surprised when the Last True Believer stepped back without so much as a word of complaint.
“Don't worry if you need assistance, ma'am.” Tremblay hissed as she stalked to the corner directly behind her wincing adversary. “I'll be along to help you shortly.”
Sue didn't acknowledge the taunt, she was too busy trying to figure a way to hoist herself off the encroaching cable. Elsewhere, Penny grabbed hold of the top rope in both hands and boosted herself into a feline crouch atop the high rent district. The FAWNatics, sensing trouble, raised their collective voice in hopes of encouraging Burlingame to escape the awkward arrangement but it was no to be. She was still strung up tight when Tremblay leapt into the lights and THWHACKED a vicious Missile Dropkick into the back of the brunette's head! Sue's noggin snapped forward and the rest of her followed, the lissome lovely spilling to the deck in an awkward sprawl with both arms cradled across her aching skull.
Not long thereafter Penny plunged her hands into the older woman's hair and pointedly draaaaaaaaaagged her across the canvas before hoisting her to boot-leather. The Rainmaker threw a woozy right that Tremblay easily dipped, the resurgent blonde hooking her own left arm over the exposed bicep so she could slip into position behind Burlingame. In the next instant she corralled Sue's other arm in identical fashion and dropped to her knees, Tremblay touching her forehead to the mat to stack Susan on her shoulders with a basic BacksliNO! Burlingame rolled out to land on her hands and knees which would've been much more beneficial if Bad Penny hadn't already made it upright and rushed forward to THWHACK a Kneelift into her foe's forehead!
BACKSLIDE TO KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xm3bj8F8aLY
Sue took it flush and rocked back on her heels, the brunette's arms windmilling drunkenly as she fought to keep her balance. As for Penny, she pivoted her right shoulder toward the heiress, then raised that knee and hopped forward for a retaliatory Super Ki-- Sue's hands came together to catch the blonde's ankle only they missed entirely because the Orphan of Midnight struck quite a bit lower. But where Burlingame had kicked her rival in the tummy, Penny struck even farther south with a Toe Kick that SPIKED the Ace's crotch!
The jeers were as resounding as they were immediate, the FAWNatics letting Tremblay have it with both barrels even as a pigeon-toed Susan crumpled to her knees. Penny drank it all in. She relished in it. Luxuriated in it. But, and this is very important, she never once once paused her attack. Indeed Burlingame's knees had barely touched the canvas when Bad Penny grabbed a double handful of hair and stuffed the penitent grappler's head between her thighs. A Waistlock muscled Burlingame into an awkward arch across the bendy-back's right shoulder, though that strain was lessened when Tremblay shifted her grips to Sue's biceps. Crucifix secured, Penelope eschewed her usual running start in favor of two giant steps into the corner where she hurled Burlingame spine-first into the top turnbuckle!
LAST NIGHT OF SADNESS @ 1:45
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIuz4dinZ1o
Rocked to her core by the Last Night of Sadness, the Bankable Bombshell staggered away from the thrumming buckles in such a daze that she didn't register Penny snuggled in behind her until the Angriest Acolyte wedged her head beneath Sue's left arm. The crowd shifted from outraged to concerned and rightfully so when Tremblay boosted Burlingame onto her right shoulder and instantly laid out, the blonde twisting into place beneath her falling adversary so she could bring both knees up against her ches--“NNNNGGGHHH!” Sue bounced off the bony points like they were spring-loaded, the veteran landing awkwardly on her left side before slopping onto her stomach.
SPINE TREMBLAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwff5hhOh-0
Dark eyes alight with triumph in the wake of the Spine Tremblar, Penny scrambled to her feet and hurried toward the far corner, making sure to STOMP on the small of Burlingame's back in the process. The Rainmaker shuddered underfoot but didn't roll over onto her back for fear of opening herself up to a pin. She settled for rubbing at the aching expanse, only vaguely aware that she had no idea of Tremblay's current location. If she'd been even slightly more clearheaded, Burlingame would've realized exactly where Penny was, if not through her extensive experience than by the simple rising volume of the Heartbroken throng. But she did not and so the blonde climbed reached the top turnbuckle unnoticed, Penny rising from a crouch to her full height only to leap halfway across the squared circle to THAWHAM down atop Burlingame's victimized back!
DYING BREATH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CujzuZzNTrw
Taking the Dying Breath face-down meant there was no dramatic popping of limbs on impact, yet that didn't stop the crowd from bounding to their feet to offer Sue support even as Tremblay bulled her onto her back and climbed aboard. Leaning forward to collect the brunette's legs as soon as she'd claimed her seat, Penny leeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back until the crown of her skull was touching the mat and Burlingame's tush was pointed at the rafters. The sight of Nick Castle diving in beside his charges forced the FAWNatics to confront a very disturbing possibility, one they tried to thwart with a level of noise that threatened to bring the whole place down through a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
The Last True Believer tossed Sue's legs aside and stretched her arms wide for a bellow of primal triumph as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... BAD PENNY TREMBLAY!”
The blonde rolled off her foe, pushed to verticality in a single weary motion and extended her hand to the official. Nick instinctively stepped back only to look a little sheepish when Penny murmured, “Raise my hand, Castle.”
He did, though his vindication of Tremblay's win did nothing to lessen the boos pouring down from all sides of the arena. Penelope didn't seem to mind, indeed her eyes were closed and there was a beatific smile on her lips, a far cry from the fury that'd stamped them between the bells.
Down quite a bit lower, Sue groaned and rolled onto her side, one hand pressed gingerly to her aching togs. She was doing her best to fight down the roiling anguish when she felt breath against her cheek. “People are stories, Susannah Burlingame.” Tremblay hissed. “The chapter in which you were the Ace is over, but there are still many chapters left in front of you. Do not let pride burn the book of your life in a vain attempt to improve upon a legacy others would kill for a fraction thereof.”
“Yuuuuuhhhhhh.... you don't get to decide when I'm done.” Burlingame rasped. “Especially not when you had to kick me in the junk to steal a win.”
Penny, who'd knelt down to whisper in the veteran's ear, leaned back on her haunches with the oddest mixture of disappointment, triumph, and fury on her face. “Do you believe me incapable of carrying out my threat, Susannah Burlingame?”
Sue grimaced, rolled onto her back so she could lock eyes with the blonde. “I believe you have no idea what you've startHHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Penny wrapped a hand around Sue's throat and squeeeeeeeeeeezed even as she leaned down to go nose to nose with the Rainmaker. “Then chase me, you bitch. I've chased you for so long, it's time you learned how it feels. Chase me. Hunt me down. Run me to ground if you dare, but I promise you, Ace,” she said that last word with such acid contempt it registered through the growing fog in Burlingame's brain, “putting a match to everything you've built in this ring is the LEAST of what's in store for you.”
On that threatening note she squeezed even harder, then leaned down and planted a kiss in the center of Burlingame's forehead before releasing her grip with a vicious little flourish. On her feet in an instant, Tremblay sneered at Castle as she backpedaled to the ropes and dipped to the floor. Eyes locked on the brunette as a coughing Sue struggled to one knee, Bad Penny stretched her arms wide and called out, “Chase me if you dare, Susannah Burlingame. Chase me and find out just where I plan to destroy you.”
“You're not gonna make it that far, bitch.” the brunette growled. “First time I get my hands on you, you're fucking done.”