Post by hawkeye on Mar 6, 2024 1:37:36 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Street Fight scheduled for one fall with a thirty 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... the Angriest Acolyte, I give to you ‘BAD’ PENNY TREMBLAY!”
The lights cut out in the span between heartbeats, darkness descending on the Heartbroken throng 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 Harbinger of a Dark Tomorrow 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.
PENNY TREMBLAY:
For tonight's round of sanctioned assault against FAWN's resident Ace, the blonde wore dark blue jeans and a simple black tank-top. The former were tucked into her shiny black wrestling boots, the latter was tucked into the former and both were cinched at the waist by a simple leather belt. Tremblay's only consent to personal safety were matching black pads at elbow and knee and a simple ponytail. Eying the crowd with the same thinly-veiled contempt she offered her adversaries, Penny made a point of adjusting the snug black knee-pad she'd pulled up over her jeans before giving it a single swat and starting down the aisle—“NNNNNNNGGHHHHH!”
A blur shot out of the cool blue fog and smashed into the blonde hard enough to send her sprawling onto all fours! The depth of the fog meant Tremblay was almost lost in the aftermath of this blindside attack, but that didn't bother the crowd at all because they'd already honed in on and started to cheer quite loudly for, Sue Burlingame, who loomed over the penitent battler like an oncoming doom!
SUE BURLINGAME:
Regarding Penny with a disgust so concentrated it was undoubtedly corrosive, Burlingame (dressed almost identically in tattered, acid washed denim and a snug white tank-top) knotted her hands into a fist, shot up on tiptoe, then brought the Double Axehandle whistling down to THUMP against the center of the other woman's back! Tremblay hissed and rose to her knees, the bendy-backed blonde clearly intending to return to vertical—“Get up you piece of shit!”
The Ace grabbed a double handful of Penny's tank-top and used it to haul her upright only to immediately switch over to a much more painful grip on the blonde's ponytail. A broadside Kneelift to the small of the back put an obvious shudder in Tremblay's legs, meaning she was off balance when Burlingame rushed her down and to the right, the infuriated former World Champion putting every bit of her strength into the toss that BUHWHANGED Penny's back into the aisle-side guardrail!
She cried out alongside the fans that got their shins smacked by the force of the impact, though no one on that side seemed nearly as bothered as the Last True Believer. Even so, she trained murderous eyes on the Bankable Bombshell and startled to haul herself upright. “Shuuuhh...should've known you'd try some cheap shHOOOOFFFFHHH!”
Burlingame was close, but damned if she didn't seem to build up a hellacious head of steam in the heartbeat it took her to THAWHUMP one knee into the pit of her adversary's stomach! Filling her hands with Penny's hair as the blonde's legs once again went watery, Sue held her close and hissed, “I think it's clear you don't know a fucking thing, bitch. Otherwise you would've known this receipt was due.”
Tremblay grunted a curse that Burlingame ignored in favor of muscling her up just enough to hook the blonde's arms over the top of the barricade. Another Broadside Kneelift kept Penelope short of breath, thus ensuring that she was too busy sucking wind to protest when Sue wrapped that sleek ponytail around one fist and wrenched her head back at a rough angle. A single brisk slap sharpened Penny's gaze considerably, which meant she was all the angrier when Burlingame grabbed her by the face and squeezed hard. “Putting me through the table was a strong effort, but it didn't get the job done.” Sue explained. “So now I'm going to show you how to actually finish a figOOOWWW BITCH!”
Penny twisted her head within the confines of Burlingame's grasp and sank her teeth into the soft flesh between the brunette's thumb and index finger! Painful though it was, Sue endured the chewing so she could ball her free hand into a fist and simply pound quick punches between the blonde's eyes! “That all you got, ya fuckin' rat?” the heiress snarled even as she felt blood trickling down the back of her hand. “Weak shit like that means you're not gonna make it to the rinGRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Sue's hands were occupied at the moment while Penny's were not. The Orphan of Midnight could've chosen any number of tactics to fight for her freedom, yet instead she chose to inflict more hurt on Burlingame by grabbing the brunette's head in her hands and gouging both eyes with her thumbs! Sue shrieked but didn't try to pull those claws away, instead she twisted her head to one side and let loose of Tremblay's ponytail so she could grab the blonde's nose and twisssssssssssst as hard as she could! Penny squealed and redoubled her own efforts, the bendy-back ripping and tearing as she tried to make Burlingame pay for her transgress—“ENOUGH! ENOUGH OF THAT SHIT!”
Nick Castle had waited in the ring when the brawl first started, it was a street fight after all, but even at a distance it didn't take long for the Senior Official to realize this wasn't the normal backstage brawl. Cursing himself for a fool as he rolled up on the violence, Nick didn't bother with another warning, he simply shouldered his way between blonde and brunette to force them apart. “Take it to the ring!” he barked at his charges. “And stay away from the eyes, you understand? I don't care what the stipulation says, you're not going to maim each other on my wat--”
Penny dipped around the zebra and CRACKED Sue across the face with a brisk backhanded Bitch Slap! “What about humbling, Castle?” Tremblay sneered as she began to backpedal down the aisle toward the squared circle. “You fine with me humbling this bitch?”
Seething at the confidence in the other woman's voice, Burlingame juked around the official and started after Tremblay, the veteran deftly plucking a hair-tie from around one wrist to pull her hair back into a spartan ponytail more suited for the evening's combat. She'd just 'snapped' it into place when Nick grabbed her by the arm and said, “Get a hold of yourself, Sue.”
The Ace wrested loose but didn't step away from the Senior Official. “You going to tell her the same thing?” she growled.
“Yeah, I will.” he answered without hesitation. “I don't have the slightest idea why you two are like this around one another, but I'm not about to let her gouge out your eyes. Just like I won't let you rip off her nose.”
“What're you waiting for, old woman?” Penny barked, the blonde clearly irritated by the delay. “You were quick enough to jump my ass from behind, now you wanna pet the zebras?”
“Fuck you, Tremblay!” Burlingame snapped back and started toward the ring at a fast stalk.
Castle followed a few steps behind and though he didn't try to stop the former World Champ, he raised his voice enough to be heard over the bellowing crowd. “I mean it, Sue. Standard-bearers don't wallow in the mud. They get through it as fast as they can.”
Burlingame's dark eyes flicked to the ref for the span between heartbeats, no more. “Here's a promise, Nick. When you pull me off her, I won't give you any trouble... as long as she stays down. Do we have an agreeERRRHHH FUCK!”
Tired of waiting for Burlingame to close the distance, Tremblay abruptly snatched an oversized tub of popcorn from a fan that got a little too close to the guardrail and whipped the whole thing at Sue's head! The Rainmaker saw it coming and got an arm up to block the worst of it, but the sting of salt and hot oil (not to mention the veritable cloud of kernels) was far from pleasant.
“Throwing food now?”Sue lunged, caught Penny by the shoulders and drove her back into the guardrail with a loud BWANG! Switching over to a grip on the blonde's braid immediately thereafter, Burlingame wrenched her head backward and started throwing Forearm Smashes, most of which skidded off a guard the blonde raised a few seconds later. Didn't stop Sue though, she only shifted over to a Muy Thai clasp and started pumping knees up under her rival's defenses. “I would've thought better of you, honey.” she grunted after landing a few satisfying blows. “Even my toddler knows not to throw food on the floor.”
“Hrrhhh... who told you that bit of information?” the Last True Believer giggled as she looked for an opening in Sue's barrage. “Your husband? The Au pair? Or maybe the camera you've got hidden inside her teddy bear? Because you sure as fuck weren't there to see it yourseHHHRRRGGGHHHHHH!”
Sue had been targeting the blonde's navel, now she shifted her hips ever so slightly and BURIED a Kneelift in her rival's crotch! Penny tumbled forward in a nauseated clinch that Burlingame promptly bodied back against the unyielding steel. Rolling her shoulders to shrug free of Tremblay's woozy grasp, Sue resisted a strong urge to wrap both hands around the blonde's throat and settled on one instead. “I don't know how I'm gonna do it without killing you.” she admitted to Tremblay as she forced her to arch backward over the guardrail. “But tonight's the night you're going to learn, girl. You don't talk about my family. You don't mention my family. You don't even fucking think about my family. Understand?”
“Shuuu....sure.” Tremblay rasped. “You want me to treat them the same way you—”
Burlingame reared back with every intent of smashing the blonde's jaw as hard as she could, unfortunately the wind-up gave Tremblay just enough time to snatch a red Solo cup and hurl the contents into her foe's face with a chilly SLOSH! Blinded and sputtering in the wake of that sudsy shower, Burlingame let go and stumbled away, the Rainmaker scrubbing her eyes with both han—Penny rushed after her and belted the brunette across the back of the skull with the same sort of Forearm Smash Sue had used on her to kick-start this whole fracas!
Stuffing her head under the Ace's left arm to make sure she didn't drop to her knees, Penny hooked her right arm around Burlingame's waist and muscled her up into the air for what could've been a Backdrop Suplex if she hadn't pivoted to one side and dropped onto the floor, the lithesome blonde monster bringing both knees up snug against her chest to ensure a most agonizing landing for the heiress when Sue THWHUMPED down atop those bony joints!
Spine Tremblar, Penelope Tremblay to Susannah Burlingame out in the middle of the aisle.
SPINE TREMBLAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwff5hhOh-0
Sue bounced up and away from the dreadful impact to land on her butt with both hands curled into claws that rent invisible attackers. As for Penny, she rolled to one knee and simply drank in the sight of the twitching veteran for several seconds. Eventually she crawled over, grabbed a double handful of Burlingame's ponytail and tugged until she had her prey stretched out flat on the floor. Not that Sue made it easy of course, she braced her hands and knees and started to rise only for Tremblay to yank her head back and THUNK[/i] it down hard enough to make the closest FAWNatics cringe. Even that didn't slow Burlingame's efforts enough for the blonde's taste so she planted her right knee against the nape of the brunette's neck and grrrrrroooooooound back and forth while pulling her hair hard enough to earn an agonized teakettle hiss.
“You want to do this in the ring, ma'am?” Penny asked the question loud enough to be heard over the clamoring crowd. “Do you think you'd fare any better surrounded by ropes and canvas?”
“Hrrrgghhhhh... get your fucking knee off my neck and we'll find OOOOOWWWWW BITCH!”
Sue's defiant answer rose to a furious shriek when Tremblay halved her hair-hold and jammed that hand beneath the waistband of her foe's jeans and yanked out a good deal of distended blue lycra! “You want me to move? You're gonna have to make it happen.” The Orphan of Midnight sawed the wedgie back and forth more for embarrassment than pain, then let go and flattened her hand into a paddle she smack-smack-SMACKED against Burlingame's writhing buns. “Jumping me from behind like a piece of trash means you lose the right to just choose the ven—OOOFH!”
Sue wrenched her head out from beneath Tremblay's knee at the cost of several strands of hair, then fought to all fours and stuffed an elbow into the pit of her attacker's stomach! Three more followed to guarantee Penny was properly short of breath when the Bankable Bombshell reared back on her knees and grabbed her tormentor's head in both hands. Tremblay's sleek ponytail meant there wasn't a whole lot of extra hair to pull, yet that didn't stop Burlingame from hooking in like a madwoman and tugging until her knuckles showed white. Wrenching the blonde's head back and forth simply because she could, Sue got to one knee, then rose to her full height while forcing Penny to do the same. The Kneelift that followed wasn't another Low Blow, but if definitely landed an inch or two below the younger woman's navel.
“You really need to stop daring me to do things, honey.” Burlingame muttered as Tremblay scrabbled at her wrists. “Any challenge you can think of, I'm going to crush EERRRRRHHHHH!”
Penny curled one hand into a spade and swiped it across the heiress' eyes once, twice, three times! Sue yelped and abandoned the denuding efforts to paw at her stinging features, a comfort the Last True Believer only allowed so she could stuff a shoulder into Burlingame's midriff and charge across the aisle to BWANG her nemesis against the barricade!
Careful to pull away from the steel just prior to impact, Tremblay straightened up and deftly hooked Sue's arms over the steel as the Ace had done to her only moments prior. Going back to the one-handed hair-hold, she yanked the brunette's head back and tapped the tip of her nose with one insolent index finger. “Hmmmhhh....a challenge worthy of your ridiculous talents. Have you ever considered, oh, I don't know, raising a family?”
“Swear to god, Tremblay, you leave them the fuck out of NNNNGGGGHHH FAAAAAAHHHH!
Tremblay repaid the earlier Low Blows with crippling interest, the leggy battler putting every bit of those dangerous stems into the shot that THWHUMPED against Burlingame's crotch! “How are you still so dense?” Penny palmed Sue's noggin in both hands and leaned down so their foreheads were touching. “I'm not the threat to your family, Susie. You are. You keep making the wrong choices and pride won't let you see the error of your ways even after I've kicked your ass up between your shoulders.”
“Scuuuhhh... scoreboard, bitch.” Burlingame gurgled. “You've been trailing for a long time nWHOOAAAHHHRRRGGHHH!”
Penny straightened up, hooked an arm over Sue's shoulder and another between her legs. In the next instant she scooped the Ace up and dumped her over the guardrail like she was scoring an elimination in a Battle Royale! Sue's fall wasn't nearly as long as going over the top rope but it was still plenty awkward as she came down hard on one shoulder and the back of her left leg caromed off a freshly-vacated seat.
Pleased by the sprawled wreckage she'd created, Tremblay gripped the guardrail in both hands and started to boost herself over only to pause and look back at Nick, who seemed increasingly displeased by the circumstances. “Hope you're ready to go off-road, Castle.” Without waiting for an answer she hopped over the barricade and touched down beside her prey, whom she stomped on general principle.
Sue cursed, turned onto her stomach and threw a few stubby kicks at Tremblay's shin before she rose to all fours and started to crawl away in search of some separation. 'Bad' Penny made no effort to stop her, instead she focused her attention on the FAWNatics closed to where the action had encroached into their sanctuary. “Give us some space, idiots.” she murmured. “Unless you're interested in getting blood all over your brand new merchandise. If that's the case, stick as close as you dare.”
Everyone took her up on the suggestion despite some booing and Tremblay was happy for it, though she did stop one particular fan (a thin, thirty-something woman sporting one of the Church's original 'One Minute to Midnight' hoodies) long enough to help herself to some popcorn. “Enjoying the show so far?” she asked while enjoying the little treat.
“Didn't expect to get this close to it, but yeah. Yeah I am.” the fan replied once the initial surprise wore off.
“That's good. You're not squeamish, are you?”
She shook her head 'no'. Not in the slightest.”
Penny's lips smiled, but her eyes did not.
“That's even better. May I borrow your chair?”
“By all means.”
Helping herself to the volunteered hardware, the Last True Believer folded it up with an audible 'clang', then hoisted it over her head to the consternation of everyone save its most recent occupant. Their increased buzz alerted Burlingame to approaching trouble and the Bankable Bombshell skipped onto her haunches and stood--BWANG! Penny caught her flat across the back with a whipping broadside that sent the veteran crumpling to her hands and knees!
“The Sue Burlingame of five years ago wouldn't have needed a handful of tights to win our last match.” Tremblay sounded remarkably contemplative as she circled the penitent brunette. “Others would blame this seeming decline on complacency. Others on advancing age. And still others would claim an increasing desperation to remain relevant at the top of the card despite not holding any title for a few years.”
“Fuuuuhhhh... for fuck's sake, if you're going to hit me with that chair again, could you just do NNNNNNNGGGHHHH!” Sue asked and promptly received, Penny hoisting the chair high overhead to smash it down across her foe's back!
“But you're not any of those things, are you, ma'am?” Tremblay asked with all the venom of someone inquiring about the weather. “You may be older, true, but you're still better than nine out of ten women in that locker room and you've got enough accolades to stroll into the Main Event anytime you damned well please. No, as far as I can tell, your problem boils down to one of two possibilities. You want to guess what they are?”
“Whhuuuuhhh... what? And interrupt your goddamned monologGRRRRHHHHH!”
Penny spun the chair around so that the rounded edge was pointed down, then hoisted it high overhead and brought it THWHUMPING down onto the small of Susan's back!
The force of it stretched Burlingame out flat and her situation only grew worse when Tremblay slid the chair up to the base of her neck and dropped to one knee so she could better put her weight behind that awful, blunt guillotine! Hunkered down atop the writhing Ace, Penny rocked her weapon back and forth and snarled, “My theory is that you're simply insatiable, unable to live without the adoration of the crowd no matter how many years you've been in the ring. But are you an addict, ma'am? Or are you simply as greedy as the rest of your miserable forebears?”
Sue groaned and writhed to get out from under the awful press, but the angle was awful and she couldn't get any purchase. Ultimately she was reduced to words spat through gritted teeth. “Yuuuuhhhh... you don't know anything abo—”
“I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU!” Penny didn't just roar, she screamed at the vulnerable brunette. “I LIVED SEVEN AWFUL YEARS WITH YOU! I'VE SEEN THIS STORY BEFORE AND I KNOW EXACTLY HOW IT'S GOING TO END!”
Tremblay gave the chair a final downward push, then got up and took several steps back, twisting the chair around so she could hold it by the legs again. “Unless I stop it first, of course.” she said quietly. “I can put an end to all of this tonight, all you have to do is GET THE FUCK UP YOU SELFISH BITCH!”
Sue did as bade, though at a pace that was far slower than the Angriest Acolyte preferred. It wasn't an act by any means, not after the shellacking she'd taken from that fucking chair, but the heiress might've exaggerated her weariness ever so slightly, if only to get a better bead on where Penny lurk—she heard the 'whick' of a chair splitting the air and she dropped into a deep crouch so that its passing inflicted nothing more than a cool breeze. The wiff twisted Tremblay around so her back was to Burlingame and Sue took advantage in the blink of an eye, the Bankable Bombshell hopping forward on her back foot to THWHACK a Super Kick into the base of her attacker's neck!
Penny stumbled hard and lowered the chair to brace the rounded edge against the floor to ensure she remained upright. The tactic was awkward but successful in that regard, indeed the blonde might've returned to the attack in short order if Burlingame hadn't lunged in from behind and THWHUMPED a vicious hook into her liver! Tremblay sobbed in surprised agony and crumpled to her knees with both arms strapped tight around her roiling midsection. Nodding appreciation for the results of her brutal handiwork, Sue snatched a handful of Penny's ponytail and yanked her head back at a sharp angle, but when she spoke it was to the nearby FAWNatics. “Y'all are gonna want to give us some space... unless you're fine going home covered in splattered beeyotch.”
Most of them did as the Ace suggested, though some scattered whoops and hollers suggested there were at least a few within her hearing that wouldn't mind such a prospect. Dragging the Orphan of Midnight to boot-leather even as the crowd backed off, Sue abandoned the hair-hold in favor of forcing Penny's chin against her sternum with a stern Full Nelson. “You around, Nick?” Sue called without looking around. She hadn't seen the Senior Official since they went over the guardrail, though in her defense she'd had far more pressing concerns at the time.
“I'm here, Sue.” Castle stepped forward from the edge of the crowd off to Burlingame's left.
“Good. Stay close and keep your ears open, I'm about to put an end to all this shit.”
The ref started to respond only to end up cringing along with the masses when Sue dipped her knees and snapped off a quick bridge, the former World Champion taking her rival up, over, and down with a Dragon Suplex that THWHUNKED the back of Tremblay's head and shoulders against the concrete floor! Burlingame tended to bridge up on impact in hopes of pinning her opponent then and there, but executing the throw on the outside meant she cracked her knuckles against the concrete floor hard enough to break her grasp and send Penny flopping over onto her stomach. Of course that was merely a minor inconvenience, one the crowd didn't even acknowledge as they broke into a 'HOLY SHIT!' chant. Sue delighted in the clamor without slowing to savor it, instead she shoveled Tremblay onto her back and hooked the far leg while bracing her forearm against the blonde's jaw for...
DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_tAIoPWhTXI
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Penny fought loose and rolled onto her side, the flattened blonde swaddling her aching skull in both hands while Sue leaned back on her haunches and mulled her next move. A few seconds ticked by and she slid forward, the heiress pressing her right knee to the side of Tremblay's neck so she could grind the bony joint back and forth. “You happy with what you started, honey?” she asked when Penny cursed and tried to wriggle out from underneath. “We could be doing this in the ring, instead you're out here lapping beer offa the floor while I stretch your ne—”
“I can take a lot more of this than you can, hag.” the blonde snarled. “And as much as you think you're ready to sacrifice, I promise you I'll sacrifice moRRRGGHHHHH!”
Burlingame braced her palms against the floor and shot up into an effortless handstand just to DRIVE the point of her right knee down on the bendy-back's neck! With Tremblay clutching her damaged neck, Susan skipped back to verticality and stomped toward one of the vacated chairs. “Ask her.” she barked at Nick once the chair was flattened into the ideal swingin' arrangement. “Better yet, warn her. It's only getting worse from here.”
The longtime official was almost certain such a caution would fall on deaf ears, but that didn't stop him from kneeling beside his grounded charge. “What do you say, Penny? Can you continue?” He'd expected snark and was surprised when Tremblay only nodded before struggling to all fours.
“Bitch doesn't get to win this time, Castle.” the blonde rasped. “Her receipt's finally come due and I'm going to make sure she pays every bit of—” BWANG!
Sue brought the chair down across her rival's back, the proximity and volume of the impact forcing Castle to scramble backward in a shuffling crab-walk! “Receipts?” Burlingame barked down at the prone battler. “You want to talk about receipts, bitch? That's what we're gonna do, we're gonna sit down and have a nice, adult conversation about the ledger and just who owes who how much.”
This proposed discussion on financial wherewithal and record keeping drew more cheers than one might've expected, though the noise might've had more to do with the eldest Burlingame sister opening the chair and sitting it down beside Tremblay with an audible 'CLANK!' From there she helped herself to a double handful of Penny's tank-top and hauled her up just enough to drop into the waiting seat. The chair rocked awkwardly on its hind legs and Sue was sorely tempted to just dump Tremblay ass over teakettle but instead she grabbed the back-rest in both hands and returned it to the floor with an audible 'clank'.
“Now,” Sue flipped some hair off her face and set about tightening her ponytail. “What do you have to say about receipNGH!”
Penny darted out a hand, grabbed hold of Burlingame's waistband and yanked her forward into a body blow that PWAAAKED against the brunette's flat tummy! “You've accrued way too much red to just pay it back, ma'am.” the Last True Believer explained as she delivered a few more quick punches. “So I'm gonna have to take it out of your miserable assSEERRGGHHH!”
The Bankable Bombshell snatched a fistful of Penny's hair and yanked her head back as hard as she could! In the same instant she raised her other hand high overhead, crooked that arm into a 'V' and brought the point down on the bridge of Tremblay's nose! The Bionic Elbow made the blonde's eyes water, but she didn't let go, indeed she doubled down on her waistband grip and pulled Burlingame forward so she could THWHUMP a Headbutt into the pit of Sue's stomach! A second Headbutt to the same spot forced the brunette to back off, which in turn allowed 'Bad' Penny to grab onto her foe's shoulders so she could haul herself out of the chai—“NNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Ace spiked her attacker's tummy with a retaliatory Kneelift to the navel, tacked on a Headbutt between the eyes and finished with a second Bionic Elbow to drop the blonde's butt back into the chair! “You wanna fuckin' bar fight, is that what you want, honey?” Sue growled as she pivoted into position on Tremblay's left side. “That's exactly what you're gonna get.”
Snaking her right arm around the back of Penny's head, Burlingame cupped the blonde's chin and tilted her head back so she could pound punch after punch after punch into the other wrestler's hairline! Tremblay struggled against the bludgeoning torment, her hands scrabbling and scratching against Sue's midsection as she tried to get out of damned sea—“AAAIIIEEEEEEE!” Burlingame stopped throwing hands but that didn't end Penny's punishment. Indeed things got even worse when the heiress hunched forward and channeled the blonde's former stablemate Adelaide Brewster by chomping down just above her right eyebrow!
“C'mon now, Sue!” Nick called over the roar of the FAWNatics who didn't seem to mind the rough treatment nearly as much as he did. “Let's knock off this back alley shit and get it back in the ring!”
Sue straightened up with a rather theatrical flourish, but rather than oblige the zebra's request she laced her hands behind Penny's head and tugged her forward and down so her knee didn't have to travel as far before thum-thum-THUMPING into the blonde's forehead! Burlingame finished the beating with a shout and a harsh pie-facing, the three time World Champion shoving her rival's face to one side even as she turned away to query the crowd.
“WHO'S THE TOUGHEST?”
'SUE!' they roared in response.
“WHO'S THE BADDEST?”
'SUE!'
“WHO'S THE GODDAMNED BEST?”
'SUE!'
Hierarchy properly reestablished, the Ace looked over the nearby faces and said, “Nick thinks I should take this back to the ring because Penny can't seem to defend herself at the moment. Personally, I just think she's cranky because she's hungry. Any of you good people want to help me feed this brat?”
Cheers all around as a veritable smorgasbord of sweet, salty, savory, and sudsy delights were all thrust in the Ace's direction. A half full tray of nachos proved quite tempting, but in the end Burlingame passed because she didn't want to dig her hands into cheese-slicked hair. That meant the slushy and the root beer float were out for similar reasons, but the mostly empty tub of popcorn? Sue accepted it with a wink and helped herself to a handful while swinging around to regard the slumped blonde.
“Damn, I always forget we have really good popcorn.” the heiress opined. “You want some, kiddo? I know you get cranky when you haven't had a snack.
'Oooooohhhhh's' from the crowd when Tremblay responded with not one but two upraised middle fingers.
“Oh, so you're really hungry.” the brunette scoffed. “All right, well start with this...” she stepped forward and flung the tub at Penny's head as hard as she could!
Woozy though she was, Tremblay saw it coming and managed to snag the weaponized snack in mid-air. Her reflexes earned a grudging cheer from the crowd, one that got a whole lot louder when Sue hopped off her back foot and Super Kicked the whole thing into Penny's startled mug! Muffled or not, the power of the strike knocked Penny backward out of her seat, the blonde BWUNKING her skull against the concrete floor before she came to rest in a clutter of kernels and other arena floor detritus.
Those FAWNatics closest to the action called for a pin and while Burlingame knew there was merit to the notion, she wasn't quite ready to let the battered bendy-back off the hook just yet. Strolling over to the crumpled ruin of the popcorn tub, she upended the rest of the contents over her vulnerable adversary, then earned another round of raucous cheers. “C'mon honey.” Sue bounced the tub offa Penny's shoulder with an angry little toss that pleased the heiress very much even if it did nothing in the way of damage. “You wanted to teach me a lesson, show these people how vicious you can be, so pick yourself up, wipe off the fucking popcorn and keep fighting!”
Tremblay's answer was an insensate growl followed by a ripple of motion as the flattened blonde rolled over onto her stomach and fought to all fours. Sue clocked this and quietly circled around behind so she'd be on Penny's six when she made it back to boot-leather. Sinking into a crouch that almost put her on one knee, the Rainmaker extended her left hand and beckoned Tremblay to get her ass up while the crowd urged her to do the same. As of yet unaware of the Ace Crusher lurking directly over her shoulder, the Angriest Acolyte clambered upright and raised her fists only to go wide-eyed when she realized Burlingame wasn't in sight. Spinning around on one heel just as Susan left her feet, Tremblay felt the brunette's hands close around the back of her head, felt gravity start to pull her do—the Last True Believer snatched a massive double handful of Sue's hair, then rocked back on heels and dropped to a seat to slam the back of Burlingame's skull against the floor with an awful THWHUNK!
Sue bounced to a seat like the floor was spring-loaded, the shocked grappler wrapping both arms around her aching head like she was trying to make sure everything was still intact. Behind her, Penny's fear quickly curdled into fury that she did not hesitate to act upon. Helping herself to Burlingame's hair, she wrenched her head back as far as she could, then scraped up some of the discarded popcorn and aggressively maaaaaaaaaaaaaashed against the veteran's mouth and nose!
Sue cursed and thrashed against the disgusting tactic, but her head still felt like a partially cracked egg and she couldn't stop Penny from mashing her cheeks into a humiliating fish-face. “You really need to be more careful with your words, ma'am. They tend to have consequences. Just like your miserable, self centered life choices.” 'Bad' Penny murmured into her foe's left ear.
“Guuuhhh.... go fuck yourself.” Burlingame's words were dulled by the head drop and those encroaching fingers, but the disdain was still quite clear. “My choices have led to three World Titles. Yours led to a psychopath in a flat-brimmed haAAAAAARRRRRHHHHHHHHHH!”
Tremblay bit down on Burlingame's ear and continued to smoosh her cheeks in aggressively unpleasant ways until Castle threatened to throw the whole thing out despite the relaxed rule set. Not about to let the snide bitch escape on another technicality, Penny let go and put some space between the two with a rude shove. “You call on those titles like they do anything more than prove my point.” Tremblay stood up, glanced around and spotted the chair she'd occupied not too long ago. It'd been knocked backward after the Super Kick so she stomped over and nudged it onto its side before making sure it was stretched to its full extent. “So many women have passed through the doors of this place and never even COMPETE for a World Title, let alone win one. Yet you have three reigns to your name and you're still here. Born a One Percenter, gifted with the sort of freedom most people can only dream about, you proved your worth over and over and over again. At what point is it enough, ma'am? What point do you look back on all you've accomplished in and out of the ring and say, 'That's enough?' It'll never happen, will it? Because you're a selfish, insatiable attention whore and no amount of accolades will ever be good enough. No level of success will ever make you stop.” Penny bent down, filled both hands with Sue's hair and hauled her to a seat. “So I'm going to do it for you, ma'am. Not for you, but for everyone around you. You won't appreciate it now.... later though. Maybe.”
“Cuuuhhh... can't you ever just shut upPPRRRGGGHHH!”
Penny dragged her nails across Burlingame's eyes to elicit a piercing shriek. “Can't you ever just listen?” the blonde countered.
No response from the Ace so Penny hauled her off the floor, then leaned forward and looped her right arm around the brunette's waist. Bracing her other arm against Sue's calves for extra support, Tremblay hoisted her up under one arm, then stomped over to the chair and dropped to her butt to THAWHAM Sue down spine-first across the unforgiving 'X'! Burlingame let out a shriek as she bounced away from the chair, her whole frame curling into an unpleasant arch that went flat when she THUMPED against the floor only rise again immediately thereafter!
BACKBREAKER ONTO CHAIR:
www.youtube.com/shorts/t0-47hZaNeQ
She'd just rolled onto her side when Penny shoved her onto her stomach and braced both knees against the small of the veteran's back. Working quickly she collected Sue's ankles in each and folded them over one another in another 'X' that allowed her to control both stems with a single hand. Left now free to do whatever she felt, Bad Penny wrapped a length of Burlingame's ponytail around her fist and jerked her head this way and that before pulling backward at a painful, neck-straining angle. Careful to wait until she knew the cameraman had a good angle on her opponent's face, Tremblay said, “Tell me you've had enough.” Her tone was remarkably cool in light of the recent violence. “You don't need to submit. You don't need to quit. Just tell me you've had enough. That you don't want to spend any more nights face-down on arena floors or washing beer out of your hair or pulling at a wedgie in front of thousands of strangers. Tell me you've had enough of that and I'll let you go, Sue Burlingame. Tell me otherwise and I promise you it'll only get wor—”
“Bring it the fuck on, then cutie.” the Ace growled. “I don't know how many more times I'm gonna kick your head in before you start to realize that I live for this shiRRGGNNNHHHHHH!”
The Angriest Acolyte yanked her foe's head back even harder just to THUNK it against the floor! A short bit of aggressive abrasion followed, but not too much, indeed Nick didn't even have time to get concerned before the blonde shifted her focus from the heiress' hair to her hair-tie, Penny pulling and plucking at the elastic band until she was able to peel it off and toss it away without so much as a second look.
Rocking in place to make sure the Rainmaker felt those knees grrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiinding against the small of her back, Tremblay slapped the back of Sue's head just because she could, then slipped that hand underneath to cup the brunette's chin. From there she pushed down and rolled backward, Penny grimacing as she came into contact with the cold, sticky floor, but not nearly so much as Susan as she was hoisted up and stretched across the other wrestler's knees in an agonizing Bow & Arrow!
BOW & ARROW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tW3NAfLdV8
“Faaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!” Burlingame hissed through gritted teeth as she was strapped to the black market Bridge. She'd endured the hold plenty of times during all her battles with the Sensational One, but at the moment she couldn't recall ever taking the damn thing out on the bare floor and certainly not after she'd been dropped spine-first across a chair. Doing everything in her power to ignore the numbing pain radiating from the center of her back, Sue groped blindly at anything in reach of hopes of finding something, anything she could use to slip Tremblay's clutches. Alas nothing presented itself an in less than ten seconds she was groaning aloud while Penny continued to bounce and stretch the painful hold.
“Ask her.” Tremblay told Castle when he closed in on the action. “Ask her if she's ready to finish her career out here on a filthy concrete floor.”
The Senior Official knew a more diplomatic choice was the only way to go, so he crouched down beside his charges and asked, “What do you say, Sue? Want to call it a night?”
Burlingame waggled an index finger 'no', then grunted, “Beer me!”
Nick blinked, thinking he'd heard her wrong. “What?”
Sue jabbed a hand in the direction of the fans and repeated, “Beer me, dammit!”
The zebra didn't actually oblige, but he did look around which was enough to make the Orphan of Midnight hiss, “Castle, if you even think about getting this hag a beer I'llrrrggghhhhhhhhh!”
Penny had moved her left hand over Burlingame's mouth to prevent her from putting any more stupid suggestions into the world and the heiress made her pay for it by sinking her teeth into the blonde's encroaching palm! It hurt like a bitch and Tremblay had no doubt the Ace would draw blood if left unchecked, but she didn't immediately break the Bow & Arrow. Instead she loosened her grip on the brunette's ankles ever so slightly and pushed up even higher with her left knee. As for the right, she pulled that leg almost all the way out from underneath, but then set her foot against the small of her prey's back.
'OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!' from the crowd and wails from Burlingame as Penny extended her right leg almost straight up, an adjustment that took Sue's bod from an overturned 'C' to an overturned 'U' in the span of heartbeats! The increased angle caused Burlingame to spit out her hand, which in turn allowed Penny to grab hold of the Ace's hair to keep the chiropractic nightmare in place. “How much more can you take, ma'am?” Tremblay bounced her leg to make Sue scream. “Are you really so selfish that you'd let these fans last memory of you be something so ignominious as an ambulance ride?”
Burlingame shook her head frantically 'no' to keep Castle at bay, though she didn't more than glance in his direction because the concerned look on his face did nothing for the Bankable Bombshell's state of mind. After a moment's silence to gather her bearings (and choke off as much of the hurt as she could manage) Sue growled, “Get it through your fucking head. I've got more than you'll ever be able to taWHOOAANNNGGGHHH!”
Penny braced her other foot against the small of the heiress' skewered back, then bent both legs in a deep crouch that saw her upper thighs pressed snug against her chest. The decreased height and wider base actually alleviated a great deal of the strain on Burlingame's vertebrae, alas her relief proved short-lived as Tremblay abruptly released her grip on hair and shin and kicked up and out as hard as she could! Sue was launched in an ungainly arc, the brunette able to turn slightly in mid-air so she THWHUMPED down on her left shoulder and hip instead of her throbbing back.
While this was good for the latter, it did nothing for the former save give the Ace a new set of aches to add to her ever-growing collection. While Sue tried to deal with those hurts, Penny took her time standing up and brushing some of the floor detritus from her arms and jeans. “I will give you one thing, ma'am.” she said after some silent contemplation. “You don't lack for confidence. It doesn't matter how many times I leave you writhing on the canvas, the floor or in the ruins of a table, you remain utterly certain that you'll emerge victorious the next time we cross paths.”
“And.... and I'm right, most of the time.” Burlingame grunted. “Taken you down in our last two matches, haven't NNNGGGHHH FAAAAHHHHHHK!”
Penny stormed forward, drew her right foot back and DRILLED a nasty Soccer Kick into the center of her foe's spine! Sue twisted like a snake with a broken back, the vulnerable veteran rolling onto her stomach only to immediately regret it when Tremblay planted the heel of one boot against that same sore spot and settled into a deep crouch.
“Something tells me, that despite my best efforts you're still not taking me seriously.” Penny reached out, grabbed a big handful of hair and pulled the brunette's head back to force scalding eye contact. “That no matter how many times I leave you to get scraped off the floor by officials and some moronic fan chant, you still think I'm Juliet Bloodwind and not Autumn Sammain. I wonder then, just how far will I have to go to show you how much danger you're in?”
Despite the terrible pain wracking her back, Sue reached up and grabbed hold of the blonde's wrist. She didn't have the strength to rip it out of her hair, so instead she dug in as hard as she could. “Suuuhh...surprise me.” she huffed.
Penny, who'd been grimacing through the brunette's grasp, broke into a smile when she heard the Ace's challenge. “I think you just made a very painful decision, ma'am.” the blonde wrapped her other hand around Burlingame's wrist and prized it away before tossing her arm to the floor. “But I promise it's one you'll come to look back on with great satisfaction.”
On that softly ominous note, the Orphan of Midnight stood up, then reached down and undid the silver clasp securing the leather belt around her waist. The quiet zuuussshhh of it being pulled free of her belt loops was utterly eradicated by the concerned roar of the FAWNatics, but Nick Castle swore he heard it with eidetic clarity, not to mention the equally quiet creak when she wrapped several lengths of it around her left hand.
“Don't do this, Penny.” the ref raised an imploring hand to the blonde, though he didn't actually step in front of her. “Just give me the belt and you can drag Sue back to the ring and—” CRRRAAACK!
Tremblay brought her arm up and down in a savage whiplash that laid leather across the brunette's back! Sue shrieked, rolled away and scrambled to all fours where Penny promptly stormed over and delivered three more strapping blows across her back and shoulders! “Why are you still here?” the Angriest Acolyte bellowed down at her writhing rival. “There's nothing left for you in this industry!” Without waiting for an answer she bent down, grabbed the bottom edge of Burlingame's tank-top and pulled it up to her shoulders, leaving the brunette's back exposed save for the non-protection of her sports bra. “You've got EVERYTHING a person could possibly want at home and in their bank account, so tell me Susannah Burlingame, WHY CRACK! ISN'T CRACK! THAT CRACK! ENOUGH CRACK! FOR CRACK! YOU?”
Penny's left arm ached something fierce but it wasn't anything on Sue's back, which looked like an ugly road map of red and pink welts that would only look worse come the morning. Shoulders heaving as she looked down on what she'd wrought, Penny placed a heel in the hollow of Sue's back to make sure the heiress didn't try to regain her feet. She needn't have worried, Burlingame twitched and occasionally winced when a questing hand touched a particularly tender spot, but she didn't try to get up, at least not until Tremblay shifted and came down with one knee pressed hard between her shoulders.
Hands flying from her feverish frame to the relatively cool floor, Sue tried to push her way up despite the bendy-back's grinding weight. “Guuuuhhhh...get the fuck off me you vicious RRRRGGGHHHHHHAAAHHHH!”
In no mood to give up her hard-earned perch, 'Bad' Penny grabbed the dangling end of the belt and drew it across Sue's eyes before pulling back hard enough to wrench the former World Champion's neck! “This is over.” Tremblay murmured even as the brunette scrabbled and gouged desperate furrows into her forearms and wrists. “Tell Castle you know it's over. Tell these people you know it's over.”
Sue shook her head as best she could, which admittedly wasn't very much thanks to the tension on that goddamned belt. “Nuuuhhh...never. It's not over until I sayYYYOOOOHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
The Orphan of Midnight pulled that much harder, the strain on Sue's neck and upper back now bending her into something akin to a Camel Clutch. Forced to admit that the Bankable Bombshell was going to hold out no matter what the cost, Tremblay voiced a weary sigh before she murmured, “Then I'll have to tell your daughter this is all your fault.”
“Crazy bitch. Stay the fuck away from NNNNNGGGGGHHH!” Penny grabbed a double handful of the brunette's hair and bounced her head like a basketball, much to the chagrin of those in attendance. Sue jolted from end to end and Nick immediately dropped to one knee to see if she'd been knocked out, but this concern was allayed (at least partially) when Tremblay shifted her weight so she could roll the Ace onto her back.
Burlingame's eyes were glassy and her forehead had been busted open, but she was most clearly still part of the waking world even if she offered no resistance when the Orphan of Midnight grabbed hold of her wrists and crossed them over one another in a rough 'X'. From there she went to work with the belt again, not strapping but binding, the blonde transferring the leather from her wrist to Susan's in a complicated tangle that secured the heiress' hands quite nicely even if it wouldn't win any awards for neatness.
A few quick tugs confirmed her work wasn't going anywhere and thus satisfied, Penny shifted her grip to Burlingame's hair and used it to haul her upright. “Out of the way, assholes.” Tremblay barked at the fans as she started marching Susan in the general direction of the ring. “Out of the way, goddammit! I want everyone to have the best view of what comes next.”
This threat drew jeers from everyone in her hearing, though that didn't seem to stop any of them from parting as Penny closed on the squared circle. Eventually she made it to an actual aisle and from there her progress improved dramatically. Within moments they'd reached the guardrail and the Last True Believer hooked on at trunks and tresses so she could hurl Burlingame over the steel to the narrow aisle surrounding ringside.
Her wrists bound tight, Sue couldn't actually brace for impact, but she managed an awkward little roll that ensured she took most of the impact on her shoulder and hip. The resultant jolt was far from pleasant, yet it seemed to clear the fog in her head and damned if the FAWNatics didn't cheer something fierce when the brunette clambered to verticali—BWANG!
Tremblay had bullied a front row fan out of their chair as soon as she'd divested herself of the Ace and she put good use to it now with a sideways swing that SMASHED against Burlingame's defenseless back! Sue dropped to her knees and slopped forward, the helpless Bombshell resting her forehead against the mat in lieu of her bound hands. Penny lowered the chair, looked over the vulnerable curve of Sue's back and raised it for a second shot only to hurl it into the squared circle with an awful CLANG. One steel chair and a helpless opponent should've been enough for anyone to work with, unfortunately for the Ace Penny must've been unsatisfied because she pointed a commanding finger at an older fellow wearing a Kat Braddock 'BRAT!' hoodie and demanded, “You. Chair. Now.”
Obeying the demand for his own safety, he handed over the hardware and breathed a sigh of relief when the blonde tossed it into the ring to join its mate. Then it was right back to Burlingame, Penny hooking onto her prey's shoulder-straps to drag the brunette upright once more. Catching a worried look from Nick Castle even as she was pointing the veteran toward the ring, Tremblay turned Sue's head so she was facing the Senior Official. “She won't listen to me.” the Angriest Acolyte said. “Maybe you can get through. Ask her.”
“What do you say, Susan?” the ref kept his voice level, though his expression was clearly concerned. “Need to call it a night?”
“Whuuuuhhh...why?” Burlingame flashed a smile made infinitely more disconcerting thanks to the rill of blood trickling down her nose. “I think we're just getting start—THWUNK! Penny drilled the Ace's forehead into the apron, slapped on a Side Headlock and craaaaaaaaanked down on it while she tromped from one corner to the other! Upon reaching her destination she straightened Burlingame up with another double handful of hair and BWONKED her head against the steel post before slinging her under the bottom rope like a sack of laundry.
Tremblay slipped in immediately thereafter, but rather than go straight for her prey the blonde honed in on the pair of chairs. Careful to arrange them side by side and with the seats facing the hard camera, the Orphan of Midnight swatted the seats of both to confirm their sturdiness, and thus satisfied, she headed to Sue and grabbed a fistful of battle-damp hair. She dragged Sue to her knees and damned if the Rainmaker didn't get a cheer for driving a defiant shoulder into the bendy-back's tummy, alas Penny just soaked it up and answered with a quick Kneelift to the brunette's temple!
For all her fury earlier Tremblay was silent now, indeed she looked quite grave as she led Burlingame over to the chairs and said, “Step up, don't make me tell you twi—”
“Suck my ass, creampuffFFEEERRRGGHHH!”
Sue's defiant interruption earned her a vile wedgie that proved more than enough to coax her up onto the first chair. Penny took the one behind and quickly dipped her head so it was beneath Burlingame's left arm. Growing concern from those assembled when she looped her right arm around Sue's midsection and braced her left hand against the veteran's hip, sure it could have been a Backdrop Suplex but—Penny muscled Sue up onto the point of her shoulder, then stepped off the chairs and dropped to the canvas on her back while the Ace was THAWHAM-BWANGED down onto the seats of those unsuspecting chairs! The bridge collapsed on impact, the force of it sending chairs skittering in different directions while Sue was left in a twitching sprawl.
As for Penny, she rolled to one knee and put both hands on Burlingame's shoulders, forcing them flat against the canvas. Nick, who looked aghast as everyone else, noted it as a cover and swooped down beside his charges only to stop when Tremblay stood up after the shuddering died down. “You don't have to go far.” she said as she headed for the nearest corner. “This one's almost over.”
No response from the official, but the crowd was more than willing to let the Last True Believer have it with both barrels as she stepped out onto the apron and climbed onto the top turnbuckle. No gloating from the blonde despite the raucous vitriol from the crowd, indeed she looked thoughtful, possibly even disappointed. Then it was gone, wiped away in a flood of disgust and fury a heartbeat before she leapt out into the void! Curling in on herself throughout the ascent, Penny stretched out full length when gravity resumed control which meant those washboard abs were rock solid when she THAWHAMMED down across Sue's tummy!
DYING BREATH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SVMzC9je6W0
Burlingame flopped but didn't have the energy to turn to one side, indeed she didn't even twitch when Penny straddled her waist and gripped the Bombshell's shoulders, Tremblay just glaring down into Sue's insensate features while Castle counted...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Disappointment gave way to anger, the FAWNatics just showering the ring with boos as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... PENNY TREMBLAY!”
“C'mon Penny, get off her and take your lap.” Nick said when the blonde showed no interest in getting off her perch.
Tremblay shrugged the ref's hand off her shoulder and shot him a withering 'I'm busy' look before leaning down face to face with the bloodied Rainmaker. “This isn't about wins and losses, ma'am. Four matches or four dozen, this doesn't end until you say it does...or they cart you away in an ambulance. Either way I get what I want.”
Nothing but the deep, sonorous breath of the unconscious from Sue, so Penny undid the belt around her wrists and stood up. Hoisting it overhead earned plenty of ire from the FAWNatics and it only grew louder when Tremblay graced them with a defiant middle finger. She was still holding both high when she made for the edge of the ring, the blonde leaving Nick Castle to tend to the ruin she'd made of the Rainmaker.
The lights cut out in the span between heartbeats, darkness descending on the Heartbroken throng 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 Harbinger of a Dark Tomorrow 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.
PENNY TREMBLAY:
For tonight's round of sanctioned assault against FAWN's resident Ace, the blonde wore dark blue jeans and a simple black tank-top. The former were tucked into her shiny black wrestling boots, the latter was tucked into the former and both were cinched at the waist by a simple leather belt. Tremblay's only consent to personal safety were matching black pads at elbow and knee and a simple ponytail. Eying the crowd with the same thinly-veiled contempt she offered her adversaries, Penny made a point of adjusting the snug black knee-pad she'd pulled up over her jeans before giving it a single swat and starting down the aisle—“NNNNNNNGGHHHHH!”
A blur shot out of the cool blue fog and smashed into the blonde hard enough to send her sprawling onto all fours! The depth of the fog meant Tremblay was almost lost in the aftermath of this blindside attack, but that didn't bother the crowd at all because they'd already honed in on and started to cheer quite loudly for, Sue Burlingame, who loomed over the penitent battler like an oncoming doom!
SUE BURLINGAME:
Regarding Penny with a disgust so concentrated it was undoubtedly corrosive, Burlingame (dressed almost identically in tattered, acid washed denim and a snug white tank-top) knotted her hands into a fist, shot up on tiptoe, then brought the Double Axehandle whistling down to THUMP against the center of the other woman's back! Tremblay hissed and rose to her knees, the bendy-backed blonde clearly intending to return to vertical—“Get up you piece of shit!”
The Ace grabbed a double handful of Penny's tank-top and used it to haul her upright only to immediately switch over to a much more painful grip on the blonde's ponytail. A broadside Kneelift to the small of the back put an obvious shudder in Tremblay's legs, meaning she was off balance when Burlingame rushed her down and to the right, the infuriated former World Champion putting every bit of her strength into the toss that BUHWHANGED Penny's back into the aisle-side guardrail!
She cried out alongside the fans that got their shins smacked by the force of the impact, though no one on that side seemed nearly as bothered as the Last True Believer. Even so, she trained murderous eyes on the Bankable Bombshell and startled to haul herself upright. “Shuuuhh...should've known you'd try some cheap shHOOOOFFFFHHH!”
Burlingame was close, but damned if she didn't seem to build up a hellacious head of steam in the heartbeat it took her to THAWHUMP one knee into the pit of her adversary's stomach! Filling her hands with Penny's hair as the blonde's legs once again went watery, Sue held her close and hissed, “I think it's clear you don't know a fucking thing, bitch. Otherwise you would've known this receipt was due.”
Tremblay grunted a curse that Burlingame ignored in favor of muscling her up just enough to hook the blonde's arms over the top of the barricade. Another Broadside Kneelift kept Penelope short of breath, thus ensuring that she was too busy sucking wind to protest when Sue wrapped that sleek ponytail around one fist and wrenched her head back at a rough angle. A single brisk slap sharpened Penny's gaze considerably, which meant she was all the angrier when Burlingame grabbed her by the face and squeezed hard. “Putting me through the table was a strong effort, but it didn't get the job done.” Sue explained. “So now I'm going to show you how to actually finish a figOOOWWW BITCH!”
Penny twisted her head within the confines of Burlingame's grasp and sank her teeth into the soft flesh between the brunette's thumb and index finger! Painful though it was, Sue endured the chewing so she could ball her free hand into a fist and simply pound quick punches between the blonde's eyes! “That all you got, ya fuckin' rat?” the heiress snarled even as she felt blood trickling down the back of her hand. “Weak shit like that means you're not gonna make it to the rinGRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Sue's hands were occupied at the moment while Penny's were not. The Orphan of Midnight could've chosen any number of tactics to fight for her freedom, yet instead she chose to inflict more hurt on Burlingame by grabbing the brunette's head in her hands and gouging both eyes with her thumbs! Sue shrieked but didn't try to pull those claws away, instead she twisted her head to one side and let loose of Tremblay's ponytail so she could grab the blonde's nose and twisssssssssssst as hard as she could! Penny squealed and redoubled her own efforts, the bendy-back ripping and tearing as she tried to make Burlingame pay for her transgress—“ENOUGH! ENOUGH OF THAT SHIT!”
Nick Castle had waited in the ring when the brawl first started, it was a street fight after all, but even at a distance it didn't take long for the Senior Official to realize this wasn't the normal backstage brawl. Cursing himself for a fool as he rolled up on the violence, Nick didn't bother with another warning, he simply shouldered his way between blonde and brunette to force them apart. “Take it to the ring!” he barked at his charges. “And stay away from the eyes, you understand? I don't care what the stipulation says, you're not going to maim each other on my wat--”
Penny dipped around the zebra and CRACKED Sue across the face with a brisk backhanded Bitch Slap! “What about humbling, Castle?” Tremblay sneered as she began to backpedal down the aisle toward the squared circle. “You fine with me humbling this bitch?”
Seething at the confidence in the other woman's voice, Burlingame juked around the official and started after Tremblay, the veteran deftly plucking a hair-tie from around one wrist to pull her hair back into a spartan ponytail more suited for the evening's combat. She'd just 'snapped' it into place when Nick grabbed her by the arm and said, “Get a hold of yourself, Sue.”
The Ace wrested loose but didn't step away from the Senior Official. “You going to tell her the same thing?” she growled.
“Yeah, I will.” he answered without hesitation. “I don't have the slightest idea why you two are like this around one another, but I'm not about to let her gouge out your eyes. Just like I won't let you rip off her nose.”
“What're you waiting for, old woman?” Penny barked, the blonde clearly irritated by the delay. “You were quick enough to jump my ass from behind, now you wanna pet the zebras?”
“Fuck you, Tremblay!” Burlingame snapped back and started toward the ring at a fast stalk.
Castle followed a few steps behind and though he didn't try to stop the former World Champ, he raised his voice enough to be heard over the bellowing crowd. “I mean it, Sue. Standard-bearers don't wallow in the mud. They get through it as fast as they can.”
Burlingame's dark eyes flicked to the ref for the span between heartbeats, no more. “Here's a promise, Nick. When you pull me off her, I won't give you any trouble... as long as she stays down. Do we have an agreeERRRHHH FUCK!”
Tired of waiting for Burlingame to close the distance, Tremblay abruptly snatched an oversized tub of popcorn from a fan that got a little too close to the guardrail and whipped the whole thing at Sue's head! The Rainmaker saw it coming and got an arm up to block the worst of it, but the sting of salt and hot oil (not to mention the veritable cloud of kernels) was far from pleasant.
“Throwing food now?”Sue lunged, caught Penny by the shoulders and drove her back into the guardrail with a loud BWANG! Switching over to a grip on the blonde's braid immediately thereafter, Burlingame wrenched her head backward and started throwing Forearm Smashes, most of which skidded off a guard the blonde raised a few seconds later. Didn't stop Sue though, she only shifted over to a Muy Thai clasp and started pumping knees up under her rival's defenses. “I would've thought better of you, honey.” she grunted after landing a few satisfying blows. “Even my toddler knows not to throw food on the floor.”
“Hrrhhh... who told you that bit of information?” the Last True Believer giggled as she looked for an opening in Sue's barrage. “Your husband? The Au pair? Or maybe the camera you've got hidden inside her teddy bear? Because you sure as fuck weren't there to see it yourseHHHRRRGGGHHHHHH!”
Sue had been targeting the blonde's navel, now she shifted her hips ever so slightly and BURIED a Kneelift in her rival's crotch! Penny tumbled forward in a nauseated clinch that Burlingame promptly bodied back against the unyielding steel. Rolling her shoulders to shrug free of Tremblay's woozy grasp, Sue resisted a strong urge to wrap both hands around the blonde's throat and settled on one instead. “I don't know how I'm gonna do it without killing you.” she admitted to Tremblay as she forced her to arch backward over the guardrail. “But tonight's the night you're going to learn, girl. You don't talk about my family. You don't mention my family. You don't even fucking think about my family. Understand?”
“Shuuu....sure.” Tremblay rasped. “You want me to treat them the same way you—”
Burlingame reared back with every intent of smashing the blonde's jaw as hard as she could, unfortunately the wind-up gave Tremblay just enough time to snatch a red Solo cup and hurl the contents into her foe's face with a chilly SLOSH! Blinded and sputtering in the wake of that sudsy shower, Burlingame let go and stumbled away, the Rainmaker scrubbing her eyes with both han—Penny rushed after her and belted the brunette across the back of the skull with the same sort of Forearm Smash Sue had used on her to kick-start this whole fracas!
Stuffing her head under the Ace's left arm to make sure she didn't drop to her knees, Penny hooked her right arm around Burlingame's waist and muscled her up into the air for what could've been a Backdrop Suplex if she hadn't pivoted to one side and dropped onto the floor, the lithesome blonde monster bringing both knees up snug against her chest to ensure a most agonizing landing for the heiress when Sue THWHUMPED down atop those bony joints!
Spine Tremblar, Penelope Tremblay to Susannah Burlingame out in the middle of the aisle.
SPINE TREMBLAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwff5hhOh-0
Sue bounced up and away from the dreadful impact to land on her butt with both hands curled into claws that rent invisible attackers. As for Penny, she rolled to one knee and simply drank in the sight of the twitching veteran for several seconds. Eventually she crawled over, grabbed a double handful of Burlingame's ponytail and tugged until she had her prey stretched out flat on the floor. Not that Sue made it easy of course, she braced her hands and knees and started to rise only for Tremblay to yank her head back and THUNK[/i] it down hard enough to make the closest FAWNatics cringe. Even that didn't slow Burlingame's efforts enough for the blonde's taste so she planted her right knee against the nape of the brunette's neck and grrrrrroooooooound back and forth while pulling her hair hard enough to earn an agonized teakettle hiss.
“You want to do this in the ring, ma'am?” Penny asked the question loud enough to be heard over the clamoring crowd. “Do you think you'd fare any better surrounded by ropes and canvas?”
“Hrrrgghhhhh... get your fucking knee off my neck and we'll find OOOOOWWWWW BITCH!”
Sue's defiant answer rose to a furious shriek when Tremblay halved her hair-hold and jammed that hand beneath the waistband of her foe's jeans and yanked out a good deal of distended blue lycra! “You want me to move? You're gonna have to make it happen.” The Orphan of Midnight sawed the wedgie back and forth more for embarrassment than pain, then let go and flattened her hand into a paddle she smack-smack-SMACKED against Burlingame's writhing buns. “Jumping me from behind like a piece of trash means you lose the right to just choose the ven—OOOFH!”
Sue wrenched her head out from beneath Tremblay's knee at the cost of several strands of hair, then fought to all fours and stuffed an elbow into the pit of her attacker's stomach! Three more followed to guarantee Penny was properly short of breath when the Bankable Bombshell reared back on her knees and grabbed her tormentor's head in both hands. Tremblay's sleek ponytail meant there wasn't a whole lot of extra hair to pull, yet that didn't stop Burlingame from hooking in like a madwoman and tugging until her knuckles showed white. Wrenching the blonde's head back and forth simply because she could, Sue got to one knee, then rose to her full height while forcing Penny to do the same. The Kneelift that followed wasn't another Low Blow, but if definitely landed an inch or two below the younger woman's navel.
“You really need to stop daring me to do things, honey.” Burlingame muttered as Tremblay scrabbled at her wrists. “Any challenge you can think of, I'm going to crush EERRRRRHHHHH!”
Penny curled one hand into a spade and swiped it across the heiress' eyes once, twice, three times! Sue yelped and abandoned the denuding efforts to paw at her stinging features, a comfort the Last True Believer only allowed so she could stuff a shoulder into Burlingame's midriff and charge across the aisle to BWANG her nemesis against the barricade!
Careful to pull away from the steel just prior to impact, Tremblay straightened up and deftly hooked Sue's arms over the steel as the Ace had done to her only moments prior. Going back to the one-handed hair-hold, she yanked the brunette's head back and tapped the tip of her nose with one insolent index finger. “Hmmmhhh....a challenge worthy of your ridiculous talents. Have you ever considered, oh, I don't know, raising a family?”
“Swear to god, Tremblay, you leave them the fuck out of NNNNGGGGHHH FAAAAAAHHHH!
Tremblay repaid the earlier Low Blows with crippling interest, the leggy battler putting every bit of those dangerous stems into the shot that THWHUMPED against Burlingame's crotch! “How are you still so dense?” Penny palmed Sue's noggin in both hands and leaned down so their foreheads were touching. “I'm not the threat to your family, Susie. You are. You keep making the wrong choices and pride won't let you see the error of your ways even after I've kicked your ass up between your shoulders.”
“Scuuuhhh... scoreboard, bitch.” Burlingame gurgled. “You've been trailing for a long time nWHOOAAAHHHRRRGGHHH!”
Penny straightened up, hooked an arm over Sue's shoulder and another between her legs. In the next instant she scooped the Ace up and dumped her over the guardrail like she was scoring an elimination in a Battle Royale! Sue's fall wasn't nearly as long as going over the top rope but it was still plenty awkward as she came down hard on one shoulder and the back of her left leg caromed off a freshly-vacated seat.
Pleased by the sprawled wreckage she'd created, Tremblay gripped the guardrail in both hands and started to boost herself over only to pause and look back at Nick, who seemed increasingly displeased by the circumstances. “Hope you're ready to go off-road, Castle.” Without waiting for an answer she hopped over the barricade and touched down beside her prey, whom she stomped on general principle.
Sue cursed, turned onto her stomach and threw a few stubby kicks at Tremblay's shin before she rose to all fours and started to crawl away in search of some separation. 'Bad' Penny made no effort to stop her, instead she focused her attention on the FAWNatics closed to where the action had encroached into their sanctuary. “Give us some space, idiots.” she murmured. “Unless you're interested in getting blood all over your brand new merchandise. If that's the case, stick as close as you dare.”
Everyone took her up on the suggestion despite some booing and Tremblay was happy for it, though she did stop one particular fan (a thin, thirty-something woman sporting one of the Church's original 'One Minute to Midnight' hoodies) long enough to help herself to some popcorn. “Enjoying the show so far?” she asked while enjoying the little treat.
“Didn't expect to get this close to it, but yeah. Yeah I am.” the fan replied once the initial surprise wore off.
“That's good. You're not squeamish, are you?”
She shook her head 'no'. Not in the slightest.”
Penny's lips smiled, but her eyes did not.
“That's even better. May I borrow your chair?”
“By all means.”
Helping herself to the volunteered hardware, the Last True Believer folded it up with an audible 'clang', then hoisted it over her head to the consternation of everyone save its most recent occupant. Their increased buzz alerted Burlingame to approaching trouble and the Bankable Bombshell skipped onto her haunches and stood--BWANG! Penny caught her flat across the back with a whipping broadside that sent the veteran crumpling to her hands and knees!
“The Sue Burlingame of five years ago wouldn't have needed a handful of tights to win our last match.” Tremblay sounded remarkably contemplative as she circled the penitent brunette. “Others would blame this seeming decline on complacency. Others on advancing age. And still others would claim an increasing desperation to remain relevant at the top of the card despite not holding any title for a few years.”
“Fuuuuhhhh... for fuck's sake, if you're going to hit me with that chair again, could you just do NNNNNNNGGGHHHH!” Sue asked and promptly received, Penny hoisting the chair high overhead to smash it down across her foe's back!
“But you're not any of those things, are you, ma'am?” Tremblay asked with all the venom of someone inquiring about the weather. “You may be older, true, but you're still better than nine out of ten women in that locker room and you've got enough accolades to stroll into the Main Event anytime you damned well please. No, as far as I can tell, your problem boils down to one of two possibilities. You want to guess what they are?”
“Whhuuuuhhh... what? And interrupt your goddamned monologGRRRRHHHHH!”
Penny spun the chair around so that the rounded edge was pointed down, then hoisted it high overhead and brought it THWHUMPING down onto the small of Susan's back!
The force of it stretched Burlingame out flat and her situation only grew worse when Tremblay slid the chair up to the base of her neck and dropped to one knee so she could better put her weight behind that awful, blunt guillotine! Hunkered down atop the writhing Ace, Penny rocked her weapon back and forth and snarled, “My theory is that you're simply insatiable, unable to live without the adoration of the crowd no matter how many years you've been in the ring. But are you an addict, ma'am? Or are you simply as greedy as the rest of your miserable forebears?”
Sue groaned and writhed to get out from under the awful press, but the angle was awful and she couldn't get any purchase. Ultimately she was reduced to words spat through gritted teeth. “Yuuuuhhhh... you don't know anything abo—”
“I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU!” Penny didn't just roar, she screamed at the vulnerable brunette. “I LIVED SEVEN AWFUL YEARS WITH YOU! I'VE SEEN THIS STORY BEFORE AND I KNOW EXACTLY HOW IT'S GOING TO END!”
Tremblay gave the chair a final downward push, then got up and took several steps back, twisting the chair around so she could hold it by the legs again. “Unless I stop it first, of course.” she said quietly. “I can put an end to all of this tonight, all you have to do is GET THE FUCK UP YOU SELFISH BITCH!”
Sue did as bade, though at a pace that was far slower than the Angriest Acolyte preferred. It wasn't an act by any means, not after the shellacking she'd taken from that fucking chair, but the heiress might've exaggerated her weariness ever so slightly, if only to get a better bead on where Penny lurk—she heard the 'whick' of a chair splitting the air and she dropped into a deep crouch so that its passing inflicted nothing more than a cool breeze. The wiff twisted Tremblay around so her back was to Burlingame and Sue took advantage in the blink of an eye, the Bankable Bombshell hopping forward on her back foot to THWHACK a Super Kick into the base of her attacker's neck!
Penny stumbled hard and lowered the chair to brace the rounded edge against the floor to ensure she remained upright. The tactic was awkward but successful in that regard, indeed the blonde might've returned to the attack in short order if Burlingame hadn't lunged in from behind and THWHUMPED a vicious hook into her liver! Tremblay sobbed in surprised agony and crumpled to her knees with both arms strapped tight around her roiling midsection. Nodding appreciation for the results of her brutal handiwork, Sue snatched a handful of Penny's ponytail and yanked her head back at a sharp angle, but when she spoke it was to the nearby FAWNatics. “Y'all are gonna want to give us some space... unless you're fine going home covered in splattered beeyotch.”
Most of them did as the Ace suggested, though some scattered whoops and hollers suggested there were at least a few within her hearing that wouldn't mind such a prospect. Dragging the Orphan of Midnight to boot-leather even as the crowd backed off, Sue abandoned the hair-hold in favor of forcing Penny's chin against her sternum with a stern Full Nelson. “You around, Nick?” Sue called without looking around. She hadn't seen the Senior Official since they went over the guardrail, though in her defense she'd had far more pressing concerns at the time.
“I'm here, Sue.” Castle stepped forward from the edge of the crowd off to Burlingame's left.
“Good. Stay close and keep your ears open, I'm about to put an end to all this shit.”
The ref started to respond only to end up cringing along with the masses when Sue dipped her knees and snapped off a quick bridge, the former World Champion taking her rival up, over, and down with a Dragon Suplex that THWHUNKED the back of Tremblay's head and shoulders against the concrete floor! Burlingame tended to bridge up on impact in hopes of pinning her opponent then and there, but executing the throw on the outside meant she cracked her knuckles against the concrete floor hard enough to break her grasp and send Penny flopping over onto her stomach. Of course that was merely a minor inconvenience, one the crowd didn't even acknowledge as they broke into a 'HOLY SHIT!' chant. Sue delighted in the clamor without slowing to savor it, instead she shoveled Tremblay onto her back and hooked the far leg while bracing her forearm against the blonde's jaw for...
DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_tAIoPWhTXI
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Penny fought loose and rolled onto her side, the flattened blonde swaddling her aching skull in both hands while Sue leaned back on her haunches and mulled her next move. A few seconds ticked by and she slid forward, the heiress pressing her right knee to the side of Tremblay's neck so she could grind the bony joint back and forth. “You happy with what you started, honey?” she asked when Penny cursed and tried to wriggle out from underneath. “We could be doing this in the ring, instead you're out here lapping beer offa the floor while I stretch your ne—”
“I can take a lot more of this than you can, hag.” the blonde snarled. “And as much as you think you're ready to sacrifice, I promise you I'll sacrifice moRRRGGHHHHH!”
Burlingame braced her palms against the floor and shot up into an effortless handstand just to DRIVE the point of her right knee down on the bendy-back's neck! With Tremblay clutching her damaged neck, Susan skipped back to verticality and stomped toward one of the vacated chairs. “Ask her.” she barked at Nick once the chair was flattened into the ideal swingin' arrangement. “Better yet, warn her. It's only getting worse from here.”
The longtime official was almost certain such a caution would fall on deaf ears, but that didn't stop him from kneeling beside his grounded charge. “What do you say, Penny? Can you continue?” He'd expected snark and was surprised when Tremblay only nodded before struggling to all fours.
“Bitch doesn't get to win this time, Castle.” the blonde rasped. “Her receipt's finally come due and I'm going to make sure she pays every bit of—” BWANG!
Sue brought the chair down across her rival's back, the proximity and volume of the impact forcing Castle to scramble backward in a shuffling crab-walk! “Receipts?” Burlingame barked down at the prone battler. “You want to talk about receipts, bitch? That's what we're gonna do, we're gonna sit down and have a nice, adult conversation about the ledger and just who owes who how much.”
This proposed discussion on financial wherewithal and record keeping drew more cheers than one might've expected, though the noise might've had more to do with the eldest Burlingame sister opening the chair and sitting it down beside Tremblay with an audible 'CLANK!' From there she helped herself to a double handful of Penny's tank-top and hauled her up just enough to drop into the waiting seat. The chair rocked awkwardly on its hind legs and Sue was sorely tempted to just dump Tremblay ass over teakettle but instead she grabbed the back-rest in both hands and returned it to the floor with an audible 'clank'.
“Now,” Sue flipped some hair off her face and set about tightening her ponytail. “What do you have to say about receipNGH!”
Penny darted out a hand, grabbed hold of Burlingame's waistband and yanked her forward into a body blow that PWAAAKED against the brunette's flat tummy! “You've accrued way too much red to just pay it back, ma'am.” the Last True Believer explained as she delivered a few more quick punches. “So I'm gonna have to take it out of your miserable assSEERRGGHHH!”
The Bankable Bombshell snatched a fistful of Penny's hair and yanked her head back as hard as she could! In the same instant she raised her other hand high overhead, crooked that arm into a 'V' and brought the point down on the bridge of Tremblay's nose! The Bionic Elbow made the blonde's eyes water, but she didn't let go, indeed she doubled down on her waistband grip and pulled Burlingame forward so she could THWHUMP a Headbutt into the pit of Sue's stomach! A second Headbutt to the same spot forced the brunette to back off, which in turn allowed 'Bad' Penny to grab onto her foe's shoulders so she could haul herself out of the chai—“NNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Ace spiked her attacker's tummy with a retaliatory Kneelift to the navel, tacked on a Headbutt between the eyes and finished with a second Bionic Elbow to drop the blonde's butt back into the chair! “You wanna fuckin' bar fight, is that what you want, honey?” Sue growled as she pivoted into position on Tremblay's left side. “That's exactly what you're gonna get.”
Snaking her right arm around the back of Penny's head, Burlingame cupped the blonde's chin and tilted her head back so she could pound punch after punch after punch into the other wrestler's hairline! Tremblay struggled against the bludgeoning torment, her hands scrabbling and scratching against Sue's midsection as she tried to get out of damned sea—“AAAIIIEEEEEEE!” Burlingame stopped throwing hands but that didn't end Penny's punishment. Indeed things got even worse when the heiress hunched forward and channeled the blonde's former stablemate Adelaide Brewster by chomping down just above her right eyebrow!
“C'mon now, Sue!” Nick called over the roar of the FAWNatics who didn't seem to mind the rough treatment nearly as much as he did. “Let's knock off this back alley shit and get it back in the ring!”
Sue straightened up with a rather theatrical flourish, but rather than oblige the zebra's request she laced her hands behind Penny's head and tugged her forward and down so her knee didn't have to travel as far before thum-thum-THUMPING into the blonde's forehead! Burlingame finished the beating with a shout and a harsh pie-facing, the three time World Champion shoving her rival's face to one side even as she turned away to query the crowd.
“WHO'S THE TOUGHEST?”
'SUE!' they roared in response.
“WHO'S THE BADDEST?”
'SUE!'
“WHO'S THE GODDAMNED BEST?”
'SUE!'
Hierarchy properly reestablished, the Ace looked over the nearby faces and said, “Nick thinks I should take this back to the ring because Penny can't seem to defend herself at the moment. Personally, I just think she's cranky because she's hungry. Any of you good people want to help me feed this brat?”
Cheers all around as a veritable smorgasbord of sweet, salty, savory, and sudsy delights were all thrust in the Ace's direction. A half full tray of nachos proved quite tempting, but in the end Burlingame passed because she didn't want to dig her hands into cheese-slicked hair. That meant the slushy and the root beer float were out for similar reasons, but the mostly empty tub of popcorn? Sue accepted it with a wink and helped herself to a handful while swinging around to regard the slumped blonde.
“Damn, I always forget we have really good popcorn.” the heiress opined. “You want some, kiddo? I know you get cranky when you haven't had a snack.
'Oooooohhhhh's' from the crowd when Tremblay responded with not one but two upraised middle fingers.
“Oh, so you're really hungry.” the brunette scoffed. “All right, well start with this...” she stepped forward and flung the tub at Penny's head as hard as she could!
Woozy though she was, Tremblay saw it coming and managed to snag the weaponized snack in mid-air. Her reflexes earned a grudging cheer from the crowd, one that got a whole lot louder when Sue hopped off her back foot and Super Kicked the whole thing into Penny's startled mug! Muffled or not, the power of the strike knocked Penny backward out of her seat, the blonde BWUNKING her skull against the concrete floor before she came to rest in a clutter of kernels and other arena floor detritus.
Those FAWNatics closest to the action called for a pin and while Burlingame knew there was merit to the notion, she wasn't quite ready to let the battered bendy-back off the hook just yet. Strolling over to the crumpled ruin of the popcorn tub, she upended the rest of the contents over her vulnerable adversary, then earned another round of raucous cheers. “C'mon honey.” Sue bounced the tub offa Penny's shoulder with an angry little toss that pleased the heiress very much even if it did nothing in the way of damage. “You wanted to teach me a lesson, show these people how vicious you can be, so pick yourself up, wipe off the fucking popcorn and keep fighting!”
Tremblay's answer was an insensate growl followed by a ripple of motion as the flattened blonde rolled over onto her stomach and fought to all fours. Sue clocked this and quietly circled around behind so she'd be on Penny's six when she made it back to boot-leather. Sinking into a crouch that almost put her on one knee, the Rainmaker extended her left hand and beckoned Tremblay to get her ass up while the crowd urged her to do the same. As of yet unaware of the Ace Crusher lurking directly over her shoulder, the Angriest Acolyte clambered upright and raised her fists only to go wide-eyed when she realized Burlingame wasn't in sight. Spinning around on one heel just as Susan left her feet, Tremblay felt the brunette's hands close around the back of her head, felt gravity start to pull her do—the Last True Believer snatched a massive double handful of Sue's hair, then rocked back on heels and dropped to a seat to slam the back of Burlingame's skull against the floor with an awful THWHUNK!
Sue bounced to a seat like the floor was spring-loaded, the shocked grappler wrapping both arms around her aching head like she was trying to make sure everything was still intact. Behind her, Penny's fear quickly curdled into fury that she did not hesitate to act upon. Helping herself to Burlingame's hair, she wrenched her head back as far as she could, then scraped up some of the discarded popcorn and aggressively maaaaaaaaaaaaaashed against the veteran's mouth and nose!
Sue cursed and thrashed against the disgusting tactic, but her head still felt like a partially cracked egg and she couldn't stop Penny from mashing her cheeks into a humiliating fish-face. “You really need to be more careful with your words, ma'am. They tend to have consequences. Just like your miserable, self centered life choices.” 'Bad' Penny murmured into her foe's left ear.
“Guuuhhh.... go fuck yourself.” Burlingame's words were dulled by the head drop and those encroaching fingers, but the disdain was still quite clear. “My choices have led to three World Titles. Yours led to a psychopath in a flat-brimmed haAAAAAARRRRRHHHHHHHHHH!”
Tremblay bit down on Burlingame's ear and continued to smoosh her cheeks in aggressively unpleasant ways until Castle threatened to throw the whole thing out despite the relaxed rule set. Not about to let the snide bitch escape on another technicality, Penny let go and put some space between the two with a rude shove. “You call on those titles like they do anything more than prove my point.” Tremblay stood up, glanced around and spotted the chair she'd occupied not too long ago. It'd been knocked backward after the Super Kick so she stomped over and nudged it onto its side before making sure it was stretched to its full extent. “So many women have passed through the doors of this place and never even COMPETE for a World Title, let alone win one. Yet you have three reigns to your name and you're still here. Born a One Percenter, gifted with the sort of freedom most people can only dream about, you proved your worth over and over and over again. At what point is it enough, ma'am? What point do you look back on all you've accomplished in and out of the ring and say, 'That's enough?' It'll never happen, will it? Because you're a selfish, insatiable attention whore and no amount of accolades will ever be good enough. No level of success will ever make you stop.” Penny bent down, filled both hands with Sue's hair and hauled her to a seat. “So I'm going to do it for you, ma'am. Not for you, but for everyone around you. You won't appreciate it now.... later though. Maybe.”
“Cuuuhhh... can't you ever just shut upPPRRRGGGHHH!”
Penny dragged her nails across Burlingame's eyes to elicit a piercing shriek. “Can't you ever just listen?” the blonde countered.
No response from the Ace so Penny hauled her off the floor, then leaned forward and looped her right arm around the brunette's waist. Bracing her other arm against Sue's calves for extra support, Tremblay hoisted her up under one arm, then stomped over to the chair and dropped to her butt to THAWHAM Sue down spine-first across the unforgiving 'X'! Burlingame let out a shriek as she bounced away from the chair, her whole frame curling into an unpleasant arch that went flat when she THUMPED against the floor only rise again immediately thereafter!
BACKBREAKER ONTO CHAIR:
www.youtube.com/shorts/t0-47hZaNeQ
She'd just rolled onto her side when Penny shoved her onto her stomach and braced both knees against the small of the veteran's back. Working quickly she collected Sue's ankles in each and folded them over one another in another 'X' that allowed her to control both stems with a single hand. Left now free to do whatever she felt, Bad Penny wrapped a length of Burlingame's ponytail around her fist and jerked her head this way and that before pulling backward at a painful, neck-straining angle. Careful to wait until she knew the cameraman had a good angle on her opponent's face, Tremblay said, “Tell me you've had enough.” Her tone was remarkably cool in light of the recent violence. “You don't need to submit. You don't need to quit. Just tell me you've had enough. That you don't want to spend any more nights face-down on arena floors or washing beer out of your hair or pulling at a wedgie in front of thousands of strangers. Tell me you've had enough of that and I'll let you go, Sue Burlingame. Tell me otherwise and I promise you it'll only get wor—”
“Bring it the fuck on, then cutie.” the Ace growled. “I don't know how many more times I'm gonna kick your head in before you start to realize that I live for this shiRRGGNNNHHHHHH!”
The Angriest Acolyte yanked her foe's head back even harder just to THUNK it against the floor! A short bit of aggressive abrasion followed, but not too much, indeed Nick didn't even have time to get concerned before the blonde shifted her focus from the heiress' hair to her hair-tie, Penny pulling and plucking at the elastic band until she was able to peel it off and toss it away without so much as a second look.
Rocking in place to make sure the Rainmaker felt those knees grrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiinding against the small of her back, Tremblay slapped the back of Sue's head just because she could, then slipped that hand underneath to cup the brunette's chin. From there she pushed down and rolled backward, Penny grimacing as she came into contact with the cold, sticky floor, but not nearly so much as Susan as she was hoisted up and stretched across the other wrestler's knees in an agonizing Bow & Arrow!
BOW & ARROW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tW3NAfLdV8
“Faaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!” Burlingame hissed through gritted teeth as she was strapped to the black market Bridge. She'd endured the hold plenty of times during all her battles with the Sensational One, but at the moment she couldn't recall ever taking the damn thing out on the bare floor and certainly not after she'd been dropped spine-first across a chair. Doing everything in her power to ignore the numbing pain radiating from the center of her back, Sue groped blindly at anything in reach of hopes of finding something, anything she could use to slip Tremblay's clutches. Alas nothing presented itself an in less than ten seconds she was groaning aloud while Penny continued to bounce and stretch the painful hold.
“Ask her.” Tremblay told Castle when he closed in on the action. “Ask her if she's ready to finish her career out here on a filthy concrete floor.”
The Senior Official knew a more diplomatic choice was the only way to go, so he crouched down beside his charges and asked, “What do you say, Sue? Want to call it a night?”
Burlingame waggled an index finger 'no', then grunted, “Beer me!”
Nick blinked, thinking he'd heard her wrong. “What?”
Sue jabbed a hand in the direction of the fans and repeated, “Beer me, dammit!”
The zebra didn't actually oblige, but he did look around which was enough to make the Orphan of Midnight hiss, “Castle, if you even think about getting this hag a beer I'llrrrggghhhhhhhhh!”
Penny had moved her left hand over Burlingame's mouth to prevent her from putting any more stupid suggestions into the world and the heiress made her pay for it by sinking her teeth into the blonde's encroaching palm! It hurt like a bitch and Tremblay had no doubt the Ace would draw blood if left unchecked, but she didn't immediately break the Bow & Arrow. Instead she loosened her grip on the brunette's ankles ever so slightly and pushed up even higher with her left knee. As for the right, she pulled that leg almost all the way out from underneath, but then set her foot against the small of her prey's back.
'OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!' from the crowd and wails from Burlingame as Penny extended her right leg almost straight up, an adjustment that took Sue's bod from an overturned 'C' to an overturned 'U' in the span of heartbeats! The increased angle caused Burlingame to spit out her hand, which in turn allowed Penny to grab hold of the Ace's hair to keep the chiropractic nightmare in place. “How much more can you take, ma'am?” Tremblay bounced her leg to make Sue scream. “Are you really so selfish that you'd let these fans last memory of you be something so ignominious as an ambulance ride?”
Burlingame shook her head frantically 'no' to keep Castle at bay, though she didn't more than glance in his direction because the concerned look on his face did nothing for the Bankable Bombshell's state of mind. After a moment's silence to gather her bearings (and choke off as much of the hurt as she could manage) Sue growled, “Get it through your fucking head. I've got more than you'll ever be able to taWHOOAANNNGGGHHH!”
Penny braced her other foot against the small of the heiress' skewered back, then bent both legs in a deep crouch that saw her upper thighs pressed snug against her chest. The decreased height and wider base actually alleviated a great deal of the strain on Burlingame's vertebrae, alas her relief proved short-lived as Tremblay abruptly released her grip on hair and shin and kicked up and out as hard as she could! Sue was launched in an ungainly arc, the brunette able to turn slightly in mid-air so she THWHUMPED down on her left shoulder and hip instead of her throbbing back.
While this was good for the latter, it did nothing for the former save give the Ace a new set of aches to add to her ever-growing collection. While Sue tried to deal with those hurts, Penny took her time standing up and brushing some of the floor detritus from her arms and jeans. “I will give you one thing, ma'am.” she said after some silent contemplation. “You don't lack for confidence. It doesn't matter how many times I leave you writhing on the canvas, the floor or in the ruins of a table, you remain utterly certain that you'll emerge victorious the next time we cross paths.”
“And.... and I'm right, most of the time.” Burlingame grunted. “Taken you down in our last two matches, haven't NNNGGGHHH FAAAAHHHHHHK!”
Penny stormed forward, drew her right foot back and DRILLED a nasty Soccer Kick into the center of her foe's spine! Sue twisted like a snake with a broken back, the vulnerable veteran rolling onto her stomach only to immediately regret it when Tremblay planted the heel of one boot against that same sore spot and settled into a deep crouch.
“Something tells me, that despite my best efforts you're still not taking me seriously.” Penny reached out, grabbed a big handful of hair and pulled the brunette's head back to force scalding eye contact. “That no matter how many times I leave you to get scraped off the floor by officials and some moronic fan chant, you still think I'm Juliet Bloodwind and not Autumn Sammain. I wonder then, just how far will I have to go to show you how much danger you're in?”
Despite the terrible pain wracking her back, Sue reached up and grabbed hold of the blonde's wrist. She didn't have the strength to rip it out of her hair, so instead she dug in as hard as she could. “Suuuhh...surprise me.” she huffed.
Penny, who'd been grimacing through the brunette's grasp, broke into a smile when she heard the Ace's challenge. “I think you just made a very painful decision, ma'am.” the blonde wrapped her other hand around Burlingame's wrist and prized it away before tossing her arm to the floor. “But I promise it's one you'll come to look back on with great satisfaction.”
On that softly ominous note, the Orphan of Midnight stood up, then reached down and undid the silver clasp securing the leather belt around her waist. The quiet zuuussshhh of it being pulled free of her belt loops was utterly eradicated by the concerned roar of the FAWNatics, but Nick Castle swore he heard it with eidetic clarity, not to mention the equally quiet creak when she wrapped several lengths of it around her left hand.
“Don't do this, Penny.” the ref raised an imploring hand to the blonde, though he didn't actually step in front of her. “Just give me the belt and you can drag Sue back to the ring and—” CRRRAAACK!
Tremblay brought her arm up and down in a savage whiplash that laid leather across the brunette's back! Sue shrieked, rolled away and scrambled to all fours where Penny promptly stormed over and delivered three more strapping blows across her back and shoulders! “Why are you still here?” the Angriest Acolyte bellowed down at her writhing rival. “There's nothing left for you in this industry!” Without waiting for an answer she bent down, grabbed the bottom edge of Burlingame's tank-top and pulled it up to her shoulders, leaving the brunette's back exposed save for the non-protection of her sports bra. “You've got EVERYTHING a person could possibly want at home and in their bank account, so tell me Susannah Burlingame, WHY CRACK! ISN'T CRACK! THAT CRACK! ENOUGH CRACK! FOR CRACK! YOU?”
Penny's left arm ached something fierce but it wasn't anything on Sue's back, which looked like an ugly road map of red and pink welts that would only look worse come the morning. Shoulders heaving as she looked down on what she'd wrought, Penny placed a heel in the hollow of Sue's back to make sure the heiress didn't try to regain her feet. She needn't have worried, Burlingame twitched and occasionally winced when a questing hand touched a particularly tender spot, but she didn't try to get up, at least not until Tremblay shifted and came down with one knee pressed hard between her shoulders.
Hands flying from her feverish frame to the relatively cool floor, Sue tried to push her way up despite the bendy-back's grinding weight. “Guuuuhhhh...get the fuck off me you vicious RRRRGGGHHHHHHAAAHHHH!”
In no mood to give up her hard-earned perch, 'Bad' Penny grabbed the dangling end of the belt and drew it across Sue's eyes before pulling back hard enough to wrench the former World Champion's neck! “This is over.” Tremblay murmured even as the brunette scrabbled and gouged desperate furrows into her forearms and wrists. “Tell Castle you know it's over. Tell these people you know it's over.”
Sue shook her head as best she could, which admittedly wasn't very much thanks to the tension on that goddamned belt. “Nuuuhhh...never. It's not over until I sayYYYOOOOHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
The Orphan of Midnight pulled that much harder, the strain on Sue's neck and upper back now bending her into something akin to a Camel Clutch. Forced to admit that the Bankable Bombshell was going to hold out no matter what the cost, Tremblay voiced a weary sigh before she murmured, “Then I'll have to tell your daughter this is all your fault.”
“Crazy bitch. Stay the fuck away from NNNNNGGGGGHHH!” Penny grabbed a double handful of the brunette's hair and bounced her head like a basketball, much to the chagrin of those in attendance. Sue jolted from end to end and Nick immediately dropped to one knee to see if she'd been knocked out, but this concern was allayed (at least partially) when Tremblay shifted her weight so she could roll the Ace onto her back.
Burlingame's eyes were glassy and her forehead had been busted open, but she was most clearly still part of the waking world even if she offered no resistance when the Orphan of Midnight grabbed hold of her wrists and crossed them over one another in a rough 'X'. From there she went to work with the belt again, not strapping but binding, the blonde transferring the leather from her wrist to Susan's in a complicated tangle that secured the heiress' hands quite nicely even if it wouldn't win any awards for neatness.
A few quick tugs confirmed her work wasn't going anywhere and thus satisfied, Penny shifted her grip to Burlingame's hair and used it to haul her upright. “Out of the way, assholes.” Tremblay barked at the fans as she started marching Susan in the general direction of the ring. “Out of the way, goddammit! I want everyone to have the best view of what comes next.”
This threat drew jeers from everyone in her hearing, though that didn't seem to stop any of them from parting as Penny closed on the squared circle. Eventually she made it to an actual aisle and from there her progress improved dramatically. Within moments they'd reached the guardrail and the Last True Believer hooked on at trunks and tresses so she could hurl Burlingame over the steel to the narrow aisle surrounding ringside.
Her wrists bound tight, Sue couldn't actually brace for impact, but she managed an awkward little roll that ensured she took most of the impact on her shoulder and hip. The resultant jolt was far from pleasant, yet it seemed to clear the fog in her head and damned if the FAWNatics didn't cheer something fierce when the brunette clambered to verticali—BWANG!
Tremblay had bullied a front row fan out of their chair as soon as she'd divested herself of the Ace and she put good use to it now with a sideways swing that SMASHED against Burlingame's defenseless back! Sue dropped to her knees and slopped forward, the helpless Bombshell resting her forehead against the mat in lieu of her bound hands. Penny lowered the chair, looked over the vulnerable curve of Sue's back and raised it for a second shot only to hurl it into the squared circle with an awful CLANG. One steel chair and a helpless opponent should've been enough for anyone to work with, unfortunately for the Ace Penny must've been unsatisfied because she pointed a commanding finger at an older fellow wearing a Kat Braddock 'BRAT!' hoodie and demanded, “You. Chair. Now.”
Obeying the demand for his own safety, he handed over the hardware and breathed a sigh of relief when the blonde tossed it into the ring to join its mate. Then it was right back to Burlingame, Penny hooking onto her prey's shoulder-straps to drag the brunette upright once more. Catching a worried look from Nick Castle even as she was pointing the veteran toward the ring, Tremblay turned Sue's head so she was facing the Senior Official. “She won't listen to me.” the Angriest Acolyte said. “Maybe you can get through. Ask her.”
“What do you say, Susan?” the ref kept his voice level, though his expression was clearly concerned. “Need to call it a night?”
“Whuuuuhhh...why?” Burlingame flashed a smile made infinitely more disconcerting thanks to the rill of blood trickling down her nose. “I think we're just getting start—THWUNK! Penny drilled the Ace's forehead into the apron, slapped on a Side Headlock and craaaaaaaaanked down on it while she tromped from one corner to the other! Upon reaching her destination she straightened Burlingame up with another double handful of hair and BWONKED her head against the steel post before slinging her under the bottom rope like a sack of laundry.
Tremblay slipped in immediately thereafter, but rather than go straight for her prey the blonde honed in on the pair of chairs. Careful to arrange them side by side and with the seats facing the hard camera, the Orphan of Midnight swatted the seats of both to confirm their sturdiness, and thus satisfied, she headed to Sue and grabbed a fistful of battle-damp hair. She dragged Sue to her knees and damned if the Rainmaker didn't get a cheer for driving a defiant shoulder into the bendy-back's tummy, alas Penny just soaked it up and answered with a quick Kneelift to the brunette's temple!
For all her fury earlier Tremblay was silent now, indeed she looked quite grave as she led Burlingame over to the chairs and said, “Step up, don't make me tell you twi—”
“Suck my ass, creampuffFFEEERRRGGHHH!”
Sue's defiant interruption earned her a vile wedgie that proved more than enough to coax her up onto the first chair. Penny took the one behind and quickly dipped her head so it was beneath Burlingame's left arm. Growing concern from those assembled when she looped her right arm around Sue's midsection and braced her left hand against the veteran's hip, sure it could have been a Backdrop Suplex but—Penny muscled Sue up onto the point of her shoulder, then stepped off the chairs and dropped to the canvas on her back while the Ace was THAWHAM-BWANGED down onto the seats of those unsuspecting chairs! The bridge collapsed on impact, the force of it sending chairs skittering in different directions while Sue was left in a twitching sprawl.
As for Penny, she rolled to one knee and put both hands on Burlingame's shoulders, forcing them flat against the canvas. Nick, who looked aghast as everyone else, noted it as a cover and swooped down beside his charges only to stop when Tremblay stood up after the shuddering died down. “You don't have to go far.” she said as she headed for the nearest corner. “This one's almost over.”
No response from the official, but the crowd was more than willing to let the Last True Believer have it with both barrels as she stepped out onto the apron and climbed onto the top turnbuckle. No gloating from the blonde despite the raucous vitriol from the crowd, indeed she looked thoughtful, possibly even disappointed. Then it was gone, wiped away in a flood of disgust and fury a heartbeat before she leapt out into the void! Curling in on herself throughout the ascent, Penny stretched out full length when gravity resumed control which meant those washboard abs were rock solid when she THAWHAMMED down across Sue's tummy!
DYING BREATH:
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Burlingame flopped but didn't have the energy to turn to one side, indeed she didn't even twitch when Penny straddled her waist and gripped the Bombshell's shoulders, Tremblay just glaring down into Sue's insensate features while Castle counted...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Disappointment gave way to anger, the FAWNatics just showering the ring with boos as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... PENNY TREMBLAY!”
“C'mon Penny, get off her and take your lap.” Nick said when the blonde showed no interest in getting off her perch.
Tremblay shrugged the ref's hand off her shoulder and shot him a withering 'I'm busy' look before leaning down face to face with the bloodied Rainmaker. “This isn't about wins and losses, ma'am. Four matches or four dozen, this doesn't end until you say it does...or they cart you away in an ambulance. Either way I get what I want.”
Nothing but the deep, sonorous breath of the unconscious from Sue, so Penny undid the belt around her wrists and stood up. Hoisting it overhead earned plenty of ire from the FAWNatics and it only grew louder when Tremblay graced them with a defiant middle finger. She was still holding both high when she made for the edge of the ring, the blonde leaving Nick Castle to tend to the ruin she'd made of the Rainmaker.