Post by hawkeye on Apr 22, 2024 22:50:12 GMT
The accompaniment for Muy Caliente filled the FAWN Arena as the Spring Break throng rose to its feet, each taking the opportunity to either shift their hips in time with the music or to hurl vitriol at the woman it foretold.
MUY CALIENTE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ui0hDQLcWTg
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, representing Muy Caliente, hailing from Irvine, Texas, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-two pounds, please welcome G-Money... GABBY MENDOZA!”
GABBY MENDOZA:
El Hefe stormed through the curtain at the sound of her name, the former Lightweight Champion's hips swaying like a paint-shaker with a particularly bad attitude. Slowing just long enough to blow an obnoxiously large orange bubble, Gabs popped it in time with a tart slap to one cheek, the Baby-Faced killer chirping, “Kiss my ass, losers!” to all the haters as she started down the ramp to the squared circle.
For tonight's battle against another former Lightweight Champion and a longtime rival, Gabs sported her standard Caliente outfit of dark purple crop top and booty shorts, each garment edged in glittering gold. Matte black pads and gleaming gold boots completed the look while also providing convenient places to store extra gum.
Making good time by ignoring all by the most obsequious and grovelling hands extended her way, the bane of Bitch Faces worldwide skipped up the steel steps, then grabbed the top rope and vaulted over to land with a crisp little 'thump!' Mounted on the middle turnbuckle of the far corner only a few heartbeats later, the sultry brunette glanced over the sea of faces and called out, “Don't go thinking this is going to be anything more than an exhibition, dorks. Oh, I'll let it last long enough to get all my stuff in, but the second I get bored?” She blew her biggest bubble yet, then destroyed it with an audible pop. “I'll end it just like that!”
Promise made she hopped down from the corner and turned around to settle in against the buckles. Doing so allowed Senior Official Nick Castle to check her pads and boots, but Gabby's participation in the ritual was desultory at best. Anyone with eyes could see El Hefe's attention was firmly locked on the curtain and the woman waiting behind it.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and ten pounds…she is the Crimson Comet, the Star Strider, the Girl That Gravity Forgot, this is…LILY BURLINGAME!”
COMEBACK KID:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Gid-p4nI1s
The low lights of the Maroon Meteor's entrance were interrupted by a tongue of flame, sparking out of the floor at the bottom of the ramp and burning rapidly up its wick until it reached the pool of darkness at the top. And all at once the predicted explosion of noise and pyro went off, a huge KA-BOOM of red bursting loud enough to swallow even the guitars of her entrance theme. And in the midst of this display of sheer explosiveness a figure shot from the floor.
LILY BURLINGAME:
Rocketing out of the brand spankin’ new crater accompanied by the sounds of Comeback Kid, Lily Burlingame allowed herself just a second to point out over the crowd and pump a fist. But that second was all she took, blazing off down the ramp with the sheer blurring speed that was her trademark. For tonight’s battle with the woman that ended her reign as Lightweight Champion, she wore a midnight blue and starry white halter with matching briefs that sent miniature galaxies swirling and shimmering with her every move. Her knee pads were white on one side and blue on the other, matching her togs perfectly, while that brown bob just tickled at the tops of her shoulders.
Somehow gaining even more speed as she progressed down the ramp, the Roseate Rocket hit ringside at a dead sprint and hopped perfectly up onto the apron. Another leap followed and her charge came to a dead stop, Burlingame earning an impressed round of applause by simply balancing herself on the top rope. Glancing back and forth as the cheers grew louder and louder, the former Lightweight and Tag Team champ delivered a stereo swat to her backside, then leapt into the lights and came down with a crisp little 'thwham' in the middle of the squared circle.
Twisting around to lock eyes with Gabby (who'd been staring daggers through her from the moment she came through the curtain), the youngest Burlingame sister spread her arms wide and stepped forward, Lily clearly ready to start things as soon as El Hefe was of the mind. Must've sounded good to Mendoza because she started forward without hesitation! Alas, Nick stepped between his charges with extended hands, a show of restraint that earned a round of boos from those assembled. Disappointed but hardly surprised, Lily tapped two fingers to her right wrist and promised, “Soon, honey.” Patently unimpressed, Mendoza responded with one finger and one loudly popped bubble. Burlingame snorted and retreated to the opposite corner, though careful observers noted she never once turned her back on the Cruelest of the Caliente.
A noticeable increase in crowd noise when the bell CLANGED this match to life, the FAWNatics apparently eager to see a resumption of hostilities in one of the most mean-spirited Lightweight rivalries of the last decade.
Already smirking before she took her first step off the buckles, Gabby sauntered out to the center of the ring where she stopped several steps shy of Lily, who'd shot out of the corner the moment Nick gave them the go-ahead. Hands on her hips, Mendoza looked the shorter brunette up and down, then glanced to the referee and said, “Check her for gum. Especially her hair.”
Castle started forward instinctively, then paused once he'd fully processed the demand. “Am I to take it you think she somehow managed to get gum in her hair before she got in the ring with you? And that she somehow didn't notice?”
Gabby chomped her gum and smiled a little wider. “Of course I do. Nasty little gringa slob like her, anything's possib—” Lily darted forward and would've slapped the taste (not to mention the gum) outta Mendoza's mouth if the Texan hadn't dipped low and spun beneath the strike! Burlingame hissed and twisted 'round on the spot for a second go—CRACK! Gabby belted her across the cheek with an answering Bitch Slap that earned an audible 'CALIENTE!' from several of the more disreputable crowd members.
The sting of it brought Lily's hand to her face, which was precisely when Mendoza snatched hold of that wrist and twisted around behind the former LW champ to force that hand up between her shoulderblades with a nasty Hammerlock. “Always were a step too slow, gringa.” Gabby made sure to chomp her gum obnoxiously close to Burlingame's ear. “That's why I took your title. That's why I sat on your face. That's why I'm gonna humiliate you toni—”
Lily wrapped her free arm around the back of Gabby's head in an almost Three Quarters Facelock, then sank into a deep crouch and launched herself up in a one hundred and eighty degree arc that ended with the toes of her boots pointed straight at the overhead lights. Well, ended wasn't quite right. Paused was far more accurate seeing as how the Roseate Rocket quickly drew her knees in close and swung back the way she'd came to lay out on one side and sling her attacker halfway across the ring with an improvised Snapmare!
Mendoza landed hard on shoulder and hip but rolled through like the former champion she was and popped to verticality showing no ill effect save for the scowl stamped across her face. Lily saw the anger and winked, more than happy to let her longtime rival know those bad feelings were mutual and top of mind whenever they shared the squared circle. “You always did have a selective memory, Gabs.” Burlingame 'snapped' both thumbs in the waistband of her briefs and started to circle the Texan. “But I guess that's understandable considering how our last match ended with you looking up at the tag titles while I sat on your face.”
Mendoza's eyes narrowed to cold, dark slots. She clearly hadn't forgotten the failed attempt to wrest gold from Cosmic Noir. “Treymane's not here to bail your scrawny ass out tonight, bitch.” Gabby hissed as she joined her rival in a quickly tightening gyre. “Just you, me, and the gum I'm going to stuff down your slutty little trunks when this is all ov—”
Lily lunged for her and this time Gabby didn't even try to slip away. Her disdain for the heiress was so strong that nothing short of a Lock-Up would satisfy. And what an aggressive example it turned out to be! The actual 'Collar & Elbow' portion was blink and you'll miss it quick, the two veterans obliging the rules just long enough to sway Castle's judgment for a few precious seconds. Then their hands flew to chin and hair, each brunette pushing hard enough to force her rival's head backward at a sharp angle, the strain quickly exacerbated by fistfuls of dark hair! “You think I need 'Ronnie to deal with you?” Lily stopped her pushing long enough to deliver a tart little slap to El Hefe's mouth, the disrespectful blow earning a flare of 'how dare you!' indignation from her foe. “I don't need anyone to deal with you, honey. If Veronica's keeping an eye on this match it's strictly to deal with those punks you run EEEERRRGGGHHHH!”
Where Burlingame struck with an open palm, Gabby crooked hers into a spade and dragged those tines down the other wrestler's cheek! One wasn't nearly enough, so she raked Lily's face three more times before she switched over to a perfectly legal Three Quarters Facelock and deftly flipped the heiress over onto her butt with a much more traditional Snapmare. What it lacked in flare it made up for in efficacy as the Star Strider THWHUMPED down hard on her tailbone, the notorious speedster slowed long enough for Gabby to snatch another handful of hair and hold her in place for a swift Soccer Kick that THWHACKED between her rival's shoulders!
“Off the hair, Gabby!” Nick chided even as Mendoza yanked the seated battler's head from side to side. “You know better than that!”
“So why bother trying to stop me, idiot?” Gabz snapped easily enough, though she did relinquish her hold on Burlingame's hair. Not that this allowed the heiress to scramble out of danger, mind you. Mendoza simply clamped down on her shoulders, then dropped to a seat and deftly threaded her legs around Lily's waist to secure a snug Bodyscissors! “Give up already.” Mendoza braced her palms against the mat, lifted her butt by a good six inches and squeeeeeeeeeezed hard enough to make Burlingame grind her teeth. “Everyone here knows this ends in tears for you, so stop wasting my ti—WHOAH!”
Burlingame wrapped her arms around the Texan's legs, then planted her heels and skidded backward to stack Gabby up on her shoulders in a pinning predicament good for...
ONE...
TWO...
The Baby-Faced Killer popped her hips and thrust forward to THWHUMP Burlingame's buns against the deck with an improvised Keister Bounce! Mendoza very much enjoyed the full-body jolt that passed through her adversary so she dragged her nails down Lily's back on general principle, then laid out on her back and pulled the smaller battler into her lap. She held the pose until Castle swooped in to make a count, then she thrust forward and made the ring shiver with another butt-busting Keister Bounce! “Ready to give up?” Mendoza slapped the back of her rival's head a few times. “Or should I pound that ass so flat it actually curves in?”
“Yuuuuuhhhh... you'll have to do a lot better than that to make sure it's not perfectly molded to your face when I take my seeeeaaaaNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Gabby hit Lily with a third Keister Bounce, then took hold of her wrists and yanked both arms backward at an awkward angle. In the next breath she brought her legs up and around, the Texan crossing her ankles against the nape of Burlingame's neck so she could puuuuuuuuuuuussssssssh forward on an agonizing Lotus Lock!
LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVbCWYxURJA
“You're gonna sit on my face, gringa?” Mendoza chided as she pushed up and inched forward, every bit of progress forcing the Crimson Comet to lean closer and closer to the canvas. “That'd be real impressive considering you're gonna spend this whole match licking the mat!” She pushed up a little higher and jounced with all her might, Gabby clearly willing to start off big if it meant making her longtime adversary wail for mercy.
Burlingame had yet refrained from such an ignominious concession, but she was practically folded in half so Nick settled down on one knee beside the action and asked, “What do you say, Lily? Need me to call for the bell?”
“No!” the heiress shook her head to confirm the point. “It'll be a cold day in hell before I submit to a Bitch Face like Gabby Mendozrrrrrgggghhhhhh shit!”
Not about to take any lip from a rich brat she was stretching like taffy, Gabs shifted all her weight to her left hand so she could reach around with the right and secure a white-knuckle claw on the other brunette's right breast! “You better watch your mouth, chica.” she warned. “Or I'll be happy to remind these people that no one can make you scream louder than HEY!”
Painful as the hold was, the addition of the claw made Gabz' balance a precarious thing and Lily made her pay for it by rolling hard to the right! Doing so didn't free her arms from the Lotus, it did however turn Mendoza onto her stomach and sit the Roseate Rocket in a comfortable seat atop her foe's thighs. This new arrangement meant the Lotus wasn't nearly so viable as it had been only moments ago, as Burlingame demonstrated when she looped her arms around Gabby's shins and leaned forward as far as she could. In the same breath she slipped her boots beneath the other brunette's biceps, grabbed hold of her wrists and PULLED back as hard as she could to trap the Texan in a nasty Surfboard!
GROUNDED SURFBOARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Up1SPmYNIO8
No seat now, Lily was stretched out full length with the crown of her head braced against the canvas and her legs raised to such a degree that it peeled Gabby's chest off the mat. The painful arrangement made Mendoza yowl quite loudly, but the heiress was quick to call Castle off when she heard him close in. “Leave her there, Nick!” she called over the noise of the crowd. “That nasty little brat's not gonna get off so easy. I want her to sit there and think about what she's done for a good long while!”
“Rrrrgghhhhh...fuck you!” Mendoza shook her head 'no' so there could be no mistake, even for an idiot like Castle. “You think I'm just gonna sit here and let you stretch me out all nigRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!”
Lily yanked hard enough to make Gabby grind her teeth, but when the Caliente leader refused to yield she sat up and transferred both wrists to one hand for more convenient control. “Oh, I know you're not going to LET me!” Lily earned some applause by swatting her opponent's buns. “But you're certainly not going to STOP me either!”
“That's what you think, gringa.” Mendoza wrenched herself left and right to free her wrists despite the unpleasant strain it put on her shoulders. “I'm gonna knock you on that flat ass and remind everyone why you'll never OOOOOOWWWWW BITCH!”
Burlingame still had a hand free, as Gabby was reminded when the heiress snatched hold of her golden waistband and yanked it north by a good six inches! Redoubling her escape efforts in the wake of the hateful wedgie, Mendoza came within half a heartbeat of freedom before Lily resumed her one-to-one wrist control. To make matters worse, the former Lightweight Champion crossed her ankles beneath Gabby's chin and hoisted her legs up even as she craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on her rival's trapped wrists! Neither wrestler had shown much inclination to acknowledge the official thus far, but Nick Castle wasn't about to let either hurt themselves for pride, so he allowed Gabz an internal five count before he knelt beside the action.
“What do you say, Gabby? Had enough for the night?” “Hell no!” Mendoza spat back without a moment's hesitation. “But keep a close eye on that wannabe lucha beeyotch. I know she'll start crying once I HHHRRRGGGHHHHH!”
Lily trapped Gabby's chin in the 'V' of her boots and simultaneously leaned / pulled to apply even more pressure while also showing off the other brunette's pained features. “Is that so, G-Stubby?” Lily bobbled her feet up and down to scrape their laces against the Texan's cheeks. “Well I think maybe you 'wannabe' keepin' my boots outta your mouth before you start talking any more tra—dammit!”
Gabby wrested her left hand free of Burlingame's grip and immediately grabbed onto the other brunette's grinding boots and yanked them away from her chin! After that she dug into the canvas and draaaaaaaaaaagged their combined weight a little bit closer to the ropes. The progress wasn't much, but it was still far too much for the Crimson Comet so she raised her left leg high and brought her heel down between Mendoza's shoulders with an unpleasant THUMP!
Two more shots slowed Mendoza to a grinding halt, yet Lily couldn't reapply the Surfboard full force because the Baby-Faced Killer wedged that hand beneath her torso to defend against just such an occurrence. Even losing the one grip robbed the hold of most of its efficacy, so rather than burn more energy trying to get it back, Lily tossed Gabby's other hand aside, then slammed both heels into the Texan's upper back before scrambling to verticality. She'd expected Mendoza to make for the ropes as soon as she was free and the grounded grappler did exactly that, Gabz army-crawling her way across the canvas in search of a quick—“NO! DamnOOOOOOWWWWWWW!”
Burlingame seized Mendoza's ankles and undid all of that hard-earned progress by yanking her back to the center of the ring fast enough to inflict a serious case of mat burn! To make it even worse, the Star Strider circled around and hop-stomped on the center of Gabby's back to ensure she was caught like a bug on a pin. Gabby huffed, braced her hands and tried to rise only to get stomped a little harder in return. “Can't pin me like this, idiot.” she growled at Burlingame. “Are all those concussions finally starting to catch up or have you always been this stup—ngh OOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Lily sank into a deep crouch only to leap straight up and curl into a ball, the former Cherry Bomb whipping through four-hundred and fifty degrees worth of pint-sized power just to come THWHUMPING down across her foe's vulnerable vertebrae! Gaby floundered beneath the impact and tried to roll onto one side, alas she hadn't even made it halfway when Burlingame climbed aboard and settled her pert buns into the hollow of El Hefe's back. Clamping down on Mendoza's biceps once her seat was secure, Lily pulled her rival's arms up and back, all the better to hook them over the smooth planes of her thighs. “You really think I'd be happy with a plain old pin after all the shit you've talked?” Burlingame chided as she laced her hands together across the point of Mendoza's chin. “I don't think so, sweetie. Tonight I'm hunting humiliation, and you're not gonna deny me!” With that she set her feet flat and craaaaaaaaaanked back on Gabby's chin with a Camel Clutch that earned cheers and 'TAP!' chants in equal measure.
The disgust and anger stamped on Mendoza's features suggested she wasn't about to throw in the towel, yet Nick was FAWN's Senior Official for a reason and he was quick to do due diligence. “What do you say, Gabby? Holding on ok? Do you need me to—”
“Just shut up for Chrissakes!” Mendoza grunted as she gouged her fingers into the undersides of Burlingame's thighs. “This gringa doesn't have what it takes to make me tap, I already told NGH!”
Lily wasn't in the mood for such rudeness from her longtime rival so she halved her grip on the other brunette's chin, cocked her right arm all the way back and delivered a quick Overhand Forearm Smash to Gabby's chest! “I'd keep your mouth shut while you're in such a vulnerable position, baby.” Burlingame clouted the Texan's chest twice more to emphasize her point. “Wouldn't want to choke on your gum if I hit you too hard, now would you?”
CAMEL CLUTCH W/ CHEST CLUBS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=M3afeOqWhaE
“Hrrrhhh... as if you could!” Mendoza fumed, the former Lightweight Champion reduced to grasping and gouging at the undersides of her attacker's thighs. “You hit like a little bitch when I first took the title from around your waist and you're even more pathetic nOOWWWWRRRGGHHHH!”
Lily went up on her toes and wrenched back even harder, the Crimson Comet reminding all potential foes of her exceptionally dangerous ground game as she tried to break Gabby's spirit with the Singh-worthy Camel Clutch. “You sure about that, Gabz?” Lily muttered, the sound of her words a mere whisper compared to the volumes spoken by her shoulders, biceps, and thighs. “I don't recall you whining nearly so loud the first couple of times we crossed swords, though now that I think about it you WERE bawling pretty loudly at the end of that Tag Title mat—”
Mendoza slipped an arm free and SMACKED Lily in the side of the head, a fierce display of resistance that earned a growl followed by another sharp yank from the Star Strider. Even so, the Baby-Faced Killer wouldn't relent. Planting her freed hand against the mat, she pushed up and started scuffling her legs forward and back in a clear attempt to push to one kn—“NNGGGHH!”
Forced to admit that Mendoza would hoist her into an unwanted piggyback ride if she didn't do something fast, Lily relinquished the Chinlock entirely so she could force the Latina's head forward just enough to THWHUMP her across the back of the skull with a heavy Forearm Smash! Gabby shuddered but the blow only slowed her progress, so Burlingame tagged her with another shot, then grabbed the loose arm and drew it back across her thigh. No resumption of the Camel Clutch though, instead Lily set her hands against the back of Mendoza's noggin and shoved hard enough to press the Caliente baddie's chin snug against her own chest. In the same instant she surged forward onto her palms, a move that stacked Gabby on her shoulders in a clever Matchbook that saw her legs folded and trapped by the heiress' encroaching bod. Nick registered the pin and swooped in immediately thereafter to count out...
ONE...
TWO...
Upended or not, there was still a great deal of power in Gabby Mendoza's svelte frame and she proved as much by bucking free of the pin simultaneous with 'TWO!'
Still a little woozy despite the authority behind her escape, Gabs made it upright in short order, though no one was particularly surprised when Lily intercepted her with another stern Forearm Shot to the sternum. Slipping that arm around the back of the brunette's head, Burlingame threaded the other between Mendoza's thighs and muscled her up just to THWAM her back to the canvas with a gorgeous Scoop Slam! Gaby arched on contact with the canvas, so Lily circled around and jabbed a single stomp into her belly before spinning on one heel so her back was to the downed grappler. Just like that she sank into a crouch and vaulted into the air, Burlingame curling up, then stretching out to come down with every bit of her weight—Gabby drew her knees in close, but rather than merely wait for the other brunette to land on 'em, she blasted her feet up in a Mule Kick that didn't just skewer the Crimson Comet's tummy, it sent her wildly off course to THWHUMP down hard on her shoulder and hip not too far from the ropes closest to hard cam!
Mendoza spared a glance toward her splattered adversary to confirm she'd connected as hard as she thought she had and was delighted to see Lily curled up tight with both arms wrapped around her injured midsection. Taking a moment to blow a satisfied bubble, she kipped to her feet, then strolled over to the retching heiress and hauled her to her knees with a double handful of hair. “That feeling in the pit of your stomach right now?” Gabby pulled a hand from Burlingame's tousle so she could warm one cheek with a stern slap. “That should be pretty familiar by this point, after all, I've whipped your ass how many times?” She didn't wait for an answer, instead she turned the penitent pugilist to face the camera, then shoved her down throat-first against the second strand!
Lily began to rasp and thrash at once, alas the proximity of Nick Castle didn't seem to bother Gabby in the slightest as she promptly turned around and planted her tush on the nape of Burlingame's neck while also draping her arms over the top rope! It was a blatant choke, one that raised an immediate warning, unfortunately for Lily the Terrible Texan merely feigned deafness while she happily swiped her buns back and forth across her sputtering rival.
Knowing damned well Burlingame couldn't breathe based on the set of Gabby's legs alone, Castle didn't bother wasting any more breath, he simply held up a hand and began to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Gabs pushed out of her seat, got all up in the ref's business and very deliberately blew a bubble less than an inch from his nose. “You used to be a lot more fun, Castle.” she complained before turning her attention back to the sputtering heiress.
Nick wanted to protest this slight upon his character, but chose to remain silent since Mendoza remained well within the confines of the rules as she hauled Lily to her feet. Turning the shrimpy little Bitch Face so her back was to the strands, Gabs slung her foe's arms over the top rope, then set her right hand against Lily's chin and puuuuuuuuuuuuuuushed forward hard enough to crank her neck at an unpleasant angle.
“Get her out of the ropes, Gabriella.” Nick muttered. “I'm not going to warn you again.”
Offering up a heavy dose of side eye at the sound of her full name, the Baby-Faced Killer chided, “What about counting? Will you at least count again?”
The ref was happy to oblige, though this brought no immediate relief for the heiress. Indeed her situation actually deteriorated because Mendoza flattened her free hand into a paddle and CRAAACKED her chest with a quartet of Overhand Bitch Slaps, each coordinated to land in time with the count of “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
No back-talk from El Hefe this time, instead she caught hold of Lily's wrist and sent her racing across the ring with an Irish Whip. Giving the former champ any sort of separation was a calculated risk, but in this instance it paid off as Burlingame was still too breathless from the throttling and slapping to produce any of her aerial escapades. Indeed she remained grounded until returning to center ring where an impatiently waiting Mendoza crouched low and braced her hands against the smaller wrestler's upper thighs. Then she just stood up and raised her arms high overhead, Gabby just shooting the Maroon Meteor into the rafters with extreme prejudice. Under better circumstances Burlingame might've adjusted in mid-descent, alas the Texan got a controlling hand on the small of her back and pushed down hard, Gabby compounding gravity with the strength of her own enmity to THWHAM Lily down flat on her face, chest, and belly!
Residual momentum bounced Burlingame to her knees while Mendoza backed away to run the ropes to her foe's left. Lily had yet to regain her bearings when Gabs rushed back in and THWHACKED her upside the head with a Basement Big Boot! Knocked for a loop by the heavy blow, Burlingame lost even more of her depleted wind when a smirking Gabby dropped a perniciously pert Butt Bomb square on her chest, the purple-clad menace settling into a domineering Schoolgirl that saw her tousling her hair through a count of...
FREE FALL DROP & BASEMENT BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ufYrVgbAINQ
ONE...
TWO...
Lily got both hands against Mendoza's glutes and shoved her onto all fours with little less than a second to spare!
“Oh, so you're tuff now, is that it?” Gabby scowled after she'd regained her footing. “All right then, tuff girl. Pick your ass up and let's fi—”
Lily got up quite a bit faster than Mendoza expected she would so the Cruelest of the Caliente flicked out a quick Low Kick that slapped against the back of the heiress' left thigh! A stubby little kick to the same knee made Burlingame not only an unwilling penitent, but the perfect target for a pitiless slap that CRAAACKED off one cheek a moment later! An identical shot was followed by Mendoza snatching a double handful of hair. An illegal grip to be sure, but one that didn't last long enough to draw a warning as she promptly yanked Lily's noggin forward to THWHONK her with a Kneelift between the eyes! Burlingame reeled back but didn't go down, which was just fine with the Baby-Faced Killer. Demonstrating some serious ups with a vertical leap of her own, G-Money blasted both heels into Lily's sternum with a Dropkick that left the heiress in a flat sprawl. No gaudy theatrics now, Mendoza pounced across Burlingame's midsection and hooked both legs to fold her in half with a Back Press good for the...
STRIKE COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uYRPfJNXRg
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Burlingame kicked out much to the delight of the Stargazers and the disgust of Gabby Mendoza, who wasted no time shoving the woozy brunette onto her belly. “I'm through playing with you, gringa.” Gabby growled as she snatched Lily's left wrist in her right hand and vice versa. “It's time you finally popped, just like the bubble-headed idiot you've always been.” Set down on one knee just above the curve of her foe's glutes, Mendoza drew the straitjacket tight across Lily's throat, then leaned forward just to craaaaaaaaaaaaaaank back on the painful, suffocating submission!
STRAITJACKET CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mPkzW-GF8r8
Burlingame gnashed her teeth and coughed hard, a perfectly understandable reaction that only spurred more violent yanking from her tormentor. Beaming as she jerked the Straitjacket from side to side, Mendoza bounced in the saddle and blew another obnoxious bubble before noting, “I know it's not the normal arrangement, but this feels like a good spot for an old favorite.” So, jerking the reins in time with some more butt bouncing she chanted, “Quit, quit, bitch-face quit!” It didn't earn the sort of rapturous delight it had during her pre-Caliente days, but there were still enough scofflaws and reprobates in attendance to provide suitable back-up verses for the second and third verses.
“Quit, quit, bitch-face quit!”
Lily did not, in fact she continued to squirm through the entire ordeal, the Maroon Meteor desperately fighting to get a leg close enough to the ropes to earn a break. Still, the strain on her back and the growing flush in her face were a cause for alarm, which was why Castle knelt down beside his charges for a better assessment. “How you doing, Lily? If you need me to call for the bell, just say the word and I'll—”
“Oh, she can't tap out YET!” Mendoza punctuated her interruption by popping another loud bubble. “Bitch-face still hasn't told me where she wants me to stick my gum after the bell! In one ear is always a classic. And this sweaty rat's nest she calls hair could certainly use a bit more color, butt personally...” Gabby ground her glutes against Lily's wriggling rump to draw a humiliated growl from the heiress. “I'm thinking right down the old coin slot is the only place for—”
“Try it and you'll need dentures for your next pack of Big League Chew, bitch.” Lily hissed. “I mean it, Gabby. You want to take this to the next level, that's how you get HHRRRRGGHH!”
Mendoza yanked the Straitjacket tighter than ever, then leaned in close enough to murmur in Burlingame's left ear. “Threaten me all you want, bitch-face. Problem is, we both know that this...” she pursed her lips and damned if that sticky, fluorescent orange wad didn't extend just far enough to tickle her adversary's ear, “goes wherever the fuck I want it to NNNNGGGGHHH!”
A full force Headbutt wasn't exactly possible considering their current position, but that didn't stop Burlingame from jerking her head to the left hard enough to strike Gabby flush on the mouth!
Credit the Texan's tenacity, she didn't abandon the wrist control but she did push out of the mount and stumble backward which forced Lily to her knees so she could scramble alon—THWHUMP! The Baby-Faced Killer planted her right foot between Burlingame's shoulders and pushed forward with all her might while simultaneously releasing the Straitjacket. It wasn't quite a Curb Stomp, yet it was still delivered with enough vim and venom to bounce the smaller brunette's forehead against the canvas!
Angrily checking her bottom lip for blood as she stomped back into a blind spot on her foe's left, Gabby snarled, “Done fucking around with you, bitch-face. You want to play rough? Then let's play rough.”
No verbal response from Lily, though she did manage to rise to all fours. From there she made it back to one knee, then all the way upright, though she promptly doubled over to catch her breath. She was still contemplating the canvas directly in front of her boots when Mendoza charged in at full speed and took to the skies to drape the tawny guillotine of her right thigh across the back of the heiress' neck. Pink Sugar Pop, Gabby Mendoza to Lily Burlinga—NO!
The Star Strider actually straightened up beneath the Texan's weight to shoot her higher into the air. From there she pivoted ninety degrees so that Gabs' legs were threaded over the smaller brunette's shoulders. Lily didn't much appreciate the extreme close-up view of her foe's briefs, but that didn't stop her from wrapping her arms around Mendoza's upper thighs and driving forward and down, the former Lightweight Champion dropping to her butt to THAWHAM G-Money against the deck with a massive Sit-Out Powerbomb! Shifting over to a Waistlock on impact, Lily scooted in close enough to snuggle with those upturned haunches while also hooking her calves over Gabby's biceps to keep her down for the...
SIT-OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2f4i-Y1qzbI
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Boos from the FAWNatics when Mendoza kicked free with half a second to spare! Didn't seem to bother Lily in the slightest though, she scrambled to verticality slightly ahead of her rival and took full advantage by driving a sharp kick into the other brunette's right thigh as soon as she regained her feet! Now it was Gabby's turn to drop to her hands and knees and with the roles reversed Burlingame moved just as quickly, the Girl that Gravity Forgot backing off several steps so she had a nice runway to burn up when she charged in a moment later. No slowdown at all from the youngest Burlingame sister, she just skipped up onto Gabby's back and took to the skies in a seemingly effortless vertical leap, at the apex of which she raised her knees to chest level and leaned back so that she was looking into the overhead lights. Physics took over shortly thereafter and Lily THAWHUMPED down across Gabby's back via a Step-Up Senton that smashed the Texan's tummy and chest against the canvas.
STEP-UP SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H3zX1rlGyLU
Mendoza gasped and rolled onto her back to give it some much needed support and to protect it from further damage. In both these endeavors she was successful, unfortunately in protecting her back she opened up her midsection, as the grounded grappler discovered when Lily jumped up and tucked both heels against her buns, all the better to THWHUMP both knees into the pits of her foe's stomach! The Baby-Faced Killer coughed and beat her heels against the canvas while Burlingame tumbled forward in a beautiful little roll to regain her feet. But in doing so she took off once more, the Crimson Comet flipping into a beautiful back handspring that grew decidedly ugly when she THUMPED those knees into Gabby's tummy for the second time in perhaps five seconds!
A BOUNTY OF KNEE DROPS!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_9qzHo0qBMc
The FAWNatics urged their heroine to go for a cover, a suggestion Lily appreciated without actually heeding. Instead she filled her hands with Mendoza's dark hair and hauled her to verticality before switching over to a much more zebra-friendly Wristlock. A quick shoulder to the sternum set G-Money on her heels and created just enough separation for Burlingame to yank the taller wrestler forward and—Lily spun 'round on the spot and jabbed the point of her right elbow into the Texan's chin! Mendoza wobbled something awful, was in fact still trying to catch her balance when leaned right and wrapped both arms around opposing waist. The ride took off as soon as her hands locked, Lily twisting Gabs through a seemingly effortless two-hundred and seventy degrees just to DRIVE the former Lightweight Champ down across the strong plank of her thigh!
TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dTyPf17ozhI
El Hefe bounced clear of the Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker and Burlingame might've tried the cover she'd avoided earlier if Mendoza hadn't quickly risen to all fours. “Still wanna fight, huh Gabs?” Lily filled her hands with the other brunette's hair and stood up.
Grimacing as the half pint yanked her to one knee, Mendoza balled one hand into a fist and jammed it into the heiress' tummy. “Oh, I always wanna fight, bitch-face.” she growled. “Especially against a scrawny little shit like NNNGGGGHH!”
'OOOOOHHHHHH!' from those assembled when Burlingame reared back and SLAPPED Gabby hard enough to knock the gum clear outta her mouth! “Oh no, the source of your power!” Lily cried in mock horror as she finished hauling Mendoza upright. “Whatever will you do now?”
Helping herself to Gabby's wrist, Lily shouldered her away, then stepped back and dropped a shoulder to send the purple-clad wrestler away with a strong Irish Wh—NO! Gabby set her heels and hurled the Roseate Rocket in her place. Clearly in no mood for travel after Burlingame swatted the gum from her mouth, Mendoza flipped the other brunette off as she hit the ropes and came racing back to center ring. In the next instant she turned her back on the approaching irritation and ducked low so she could hook her right arm across Burlingame's waist and power her skyward like she was little more than a sack of laundry! What might've started as a Sidewalk Slam or vengeful Backbreaker quickly slipped Mendoza's control as Lily spun through, wrapped her stems around the Texan's head and dipped beneath her left arm. Halving the Scissors even as she reached across Gabby's back to seize hold of her right wrist, Lily twined her free (right) leg around Mendoza's left thigh to ensure she was practically immobilized before Burlingame puuuuuussssssssssshed down on her rival's head and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on that captured wrist.
COSMIC ENTANGLEMENT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JotV7cKYe2Y
“AAAARRRRHHHHH SHHHHHHIIIT!” Gabs shrieked in pain and anger as she endured the first few seconds of Cosmic Entanglement. “LITTLE BITCH!” she barked at Lily. “FUCKIN' LET ME GOORRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH!”
Burlingame jabbed her right elbow in above the Caliente battler's hip to add another painful element to the hold. “Better a little bitch than a huge bitch-face, isn't that right, Gabs?”
Mendoza cursed and refused to answer, though she was forced to provide something a little more concrete when Nick approached after a few more seconds ticked off the clock. “What do you say, Gabby? Need me to call for the bell? If you've had enough, just say—”
“I've had enough of this bitch-face to last me a lifetime.” Gabby growled. “But that doesn't mean I submit. She's never gonna make me do OOOOOOHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Lily pulled back on Mendoza's wrist to such a degree that Castle thought her shoulder might pop out of socket. The crowd must've thought so too as their 'TAP!' chants reached near deafening levels when Gabby's legs gave way and she collapsed to one knee with Burlingame still holding on tight. “I've made you tap before, G-Money.” Lily growled as the hurt continued to shudder through her foe's frame. “I don't wanna have to hurt you to do it, but don't think I won—eeerrrggghhhhh! That's not gonna do it, baby!”
In this case 'it' was the gaudy handful of trunks Gabby had hooked and then pulled into a salacious wedgie that made Burlingame grit her teeth against the creeping sting. “You sure about that, bitch-face?” Mendoza sneered. “You still can't go on any of the good rides, I don't think you can afford to get any shortNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Lily freed one hand from wrist-control so she could pound punch after punch after punch in above the other brunette's right hip! “You're the only one shrinking in this ring right now, chica. Get any smaller and you can go home in Sofia's hip pock—”
Murmurs of grudging admiration from the capacity crowd when Mendoza let out a low bellow and powered back to her feet! Yanking the Crimson Comet's back in forth like they were some sort of rudder, the Terrible Texan stomped and stumbled out of the deep water into a shallow cove of respite, one where she immediately snatched hold of the middle rope and demanded, “Break it, bitch-face! Break it now, I'm in the ropeRRRRRGGGHHHHHH!”
Lily couldn't deny Mendoza her escape, but she could delay it a little while longer which was why she abandoned the Wristlock entirely and paid Gabby back with a vicious wedgie of her own! The forceful trunk distortion continued 'til Castle reached 'FOUR!', then Burlingame disengaged entirely and Mendoza clambered through the strands to catch her breath on the apron.
“Kuuuhhhhh... keep her away!” Gabby huffed to Nick as she adjusted her briefs. “Little bitch-face may be able to buy off everyone else, but you're not for sale, right Castle?”
“I don't need to buy anyone to win this match, punk.” Burlingame snapped before the ref could answer. “But I might throw a few hundred your way if I thought it'd keep you from scurrying to the ropes every time you—”
“Pipe down, bitch-face.” Mendoza snapped after she'd produced a fresh stick of gum from one boot. “Better yet, open wide so I've got someplace to toss my wrapper.”
Lily did not oblige the audacious demand, not that her insolence stopped Gabby from crunching the foil into a little ball and flicking it directly at the Star Strider. Burlingame took the slight without flinching only to dart forward and lash out with a harsh Bitch Sla—Gabby caught hold of her wrist at the last possible instant, wrenched the smaller wrestler's arm down and thrust her head forward to spit in Lily's face!
Lily shrieked and shoved El Hefe away, a tactic that might've been more effective if she hadn't been hooked onto the top rope with both hands. Dangerously oblivious to the Texan's continued proximity, Burlingame turned away with both hands knuckling at her eyes which meant Gabby was free to snatch a double handful of hair and drop from the ledge in a hellacious Inverted Hot Shot that TWANGED the base of Lily's neck against the top rope! Bounced offa the cables like she'd been launched from a slingshot, Burlingame landed flat on her face only to immediately roll over, the heiress cradling her head in both arms while pounding her heels against the mat in an agonized beat.
As for Gabby, she hit the floor and scrambled right back to the apron so she could mount the nearest ring-post. Hunkered down in the high rent district, the Baby-Faced Killer held her ground until the Maroon Meteor rolled onto her stomach and started to rise. With Lily's return to verticality now a sure thing, Gabby stood up straight and extended her hands toward the heiress, Mendoza silently begging Burlingame to get up and take her medicine. Head ringing too loudly to hear the warnings of the FAWNatics, Lily got up and lurched around to find her adversary which was the precise moment Gabby leapt out into the void. Swooping down on the vulnerable Lightweight in a gorgeous front flip, Mendoza caught hold of the other brunette's chin as she passed overhead, thus ensuring that Lily was THWHAMMED down full force on the back of her already aching neck courtesy a billiously Bubblicious Blockbuster!
BLOCKBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bzSHgGpiY7M
Gabby was upright in an instant, the purple-clad ruda plunging both hands into Burlingame's hair to haul her upright just long enough to double her over for a Standing Headscissors. No Waistlock afterward, El Hefe simply hooked her fingers into the leg-holes of Lily's bottoms and tugged hard enough to hoist her ass over teakettle, an arrangement that only lasted until Mendoza dropped to a seat to THWHUNK the crown of her prey's skull against the thinly-sheathed plywood! The Piledriver planted Burlingame like a tent spike, freezing her upside down for a few endless heartbeats before her muscles relaxed and she slopped over onto one si—Gabby shoveled the Crimson Comet onto her back with the utmost urgency and pounced atop her in a short-range Butt Bomb that squished boobs and ground biceps beneath encroaching shins. Far from satisfied, Mendoza reached back, hooked the other wrestler behind the knees and then leaned forward until her forehead was touching the mat for a count of...
PULLING PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbflyZAs_uU
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lily twisted to the left, spilling a wide-eyed Gabby onto one hip with a whisper between her and victory!
“THAT WAS THREE!” Mendoza shrieked at Castle after pounding a furious fist against the canvas. Nick backed off as he held up two fingers in response, the Senior Official looking worried that Gabby might turn her full attention in his direction. The Baby-Faced Killer gave it serious consideration, but in the end she maintained focus on Burlingame because the whiny bitch was that much closer.
Tumbling Lily onto her stomach, Mendoza cupped both hands under the heiress' chin, then tucked her head and tumbled forward into a gorgeous bridge left her balanced tiptoe at one end and the crown of her skull at the other. Far more important was her grip on Burlingame's jaw, which she craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked as hard as she could!
BIG LEAGUE CHANCERY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkI8Nz5Zxjs
“QUIT, BITCH-FACE!” Gabs bounced the Big League Chancery to add an unpleasant, warbling qualities to Lily's wails of anguish. “QUIT OR I'LL TEAR YOUR HEAD OFF!”
“NOOOOOOOOO!” Lily waggled a finger to confirm she was holding steady, at least for now. “YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO DO BETTER THAN RRRRGGGHHHH!”
Gabby rose to the challenge at once, the bridged brunette putting every bit of her hundred and twenty-two pounds into the bouncing focused on turning her rival into pathetic Pez dispenser! “WANT SOME MORE, BITCH-FACE?” she cackled in between blowing another big bubble. “JUST KEEP RUNNING YOUR MOUTH AND I'LL—”
Lily couldn't just escape, but she did grab the Texan's wrists and pull hard enough to alleviate some of the strain on her neck. From there she gouged her elbows into the canvas and started to scoot backward, a shift that also eased the pressure on her neck, at least until Mendoza brought her feet down and started to 'walk' alongside her retreating rival.
“Nice try, gringa.” Gabby huffed as she slid her hands up over Burlingame's mouth and nose. “But you're not getting out of this, not without some real ugly cry—dammit!”
HOM Smother be damned, Lily kept on skidding backward, forcing G-Money to adjust her footing over and over again to maintain her gr—Burlingame draped an ankle over the bottom rope and grabbed onto the hands covering her mouth and nose. Tugging one away from the former she gasped, “Break it, bitch-face!”
Infuriated by the brat's resilience, Mendoza switched over to a hair-hold and puuuuuuuuuuuuuullled until Castle reached 'FOUR!' on his count.
Quick to brush her hands clean once she'd relinquished the Chancery, Mendoza stomped her rival between the shoulders just for the hell of it, then stamped to the middle of the squared circle and turned to watch Burlingame struggle against the inevitable. Hands on her thighs, Gabs settled into a crouch and waggled her hips back and forth all the while blowing increasingly large bubbles. “Get up, bitch-face.” she said between pops. “Gringa trash. Get up so I can burst your bubble all fuckin' over again.”
As of yet unaware of the Terrible Texan's threat, Lily crawled into the strands and used them to sloooooooowly drag herself upright. With one arm wrapped tight around the back of her head, she took a few deep breaths, then swung around to get eyes on—Gabby roared in and leapt high, all the better to hook her right arm around the back of Burlingame's head while also jamming the point of her right knee against the smaller brunette's chi—NO!
Hooking her arms over the top rope as soon as she sensed Mendoza's approach, Lily grabbed on tight and leaned back as far as she could! Thusly anchored in place, the Star Strider remained rooted to the spot while Gabby tore loose and came down flat on her back! The force of it bounced Gabby up and away, the startled battler tumbling over onto her stomach only to come up on one knee near the center of the ri—Lily exploded out of the ropes and hopped into a perch on the Texan's posted right knee so she could THWHUNK her shin into Mendoza's left temple with a devastating Shining Wizard!
SHINING WIZARD @ 00:18
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6xV5fibjYAc
Blown back into a shoulders down, ass up sort of Matchbook by the unexpected blow, Gabby was only vaguely aware when Lily filled both hands with her hair and dragged the woozy grappler upright. Coherence continued to remain elusive while the other brunette led her out into the center of the squared circle, where she quickly stuffed Mendoza's noggin beneath her right arm, then slipped her own hands under G-Money's biceps and locked 'em between her shoulders to secure the Double Underhook. Eyes sparkling as she turned to face the hard camera, Burlingame offered it a knowing wink, then dipped down and muscled her burden up to about two o'clock before she abruptly twisted over and dropped down, the Roseate Rocket paying a little tribute to her pinstriped partner by THWHAMMING Gabs down on the back of her head and shoulders with a beautiful Gangster's Paradise!
GANGSTER'S PARADISE @ 2:47
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kb7he-yq_7I
Mendoza seemed to crunch in on herself before exploding into a defenseless starfish that screamed 'pin me!' so loud it could be heard over the thunderous roar of the FAWNatics. For a moment it looked like Lily was going to oblige the demand, but ultimately she shook her head 'no' and grabbed Gabby by her wrist and ankle instead. On her feet as soon as those hooks were in, she draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged El Hefe into the shadow of the nearest ring-post, then dropped those captured limbs and made a point of stepping ON Mendoza's gulping tummy when she made for the corner.
Any concern those assembled might've felt over the ignored cover went away the instant Burlingame skipped into the high rent district and understanding blossomed into delight when the Star Strider leapt out into the lights in a corkscrewing front flip that CRUSHED Gabby's poor tummy beneath every bit of her weight! Bounced onto her knees by the aftershocks of the Cherry Warhead, Lily swung a leg over and sat down hard on the Texan's lolling chest. In the same motion she leaned forward, hooked Mendoza's legs behind the knees and pulled the limbs up and back, Lily careful to trap them both under her left arm so her right hand was free to SLAP her rival's cheeks in time with Castle's count of...
CHERRY WARHEAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6A2qH4mb36o
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
“Chew on that, baby.” Burlingame sniped over the clang of the bell. Maintaining her seat, she flattened both hands into paddles and set them loose on Mendoza's cheeks in a taunting drum roll that perfectly accompanied the Announcer's confirmation.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... LILY BURLINGAME!”
'W' in the books, Lily made to toss her foe's feet away, only to pause when she noticed a small flicker of silver near the top of Gabby's right boot. Reaching in with careful fingers, the victorious brunette smiled a little wider as she removed Mendoza's last stick of gum. “I tend to prefer leather and gold, but this will do nicely.” She peeled the gum out of its wrapper and popped it into her mouth before blowing a celebratory bubble. Chewing thoughtfully, she got to one knee and shoved G-Money over onto her stomach. “I owe you a piece, Gabs.” Lily rolled the foil into a tight little ball, then earned a loud cheer from the crowd when she used her thumb to trap it between the brunette's cheeks. “Don't let me forget, ok?”
One last jostling swat and Burlingame rose to her feet, one boot planted on Gabby's buns, one hand held high by the Senior Official. She was still blowing bubbles when the feed cut to a hype package for tonight's World Title bout.
MUY CALIENTE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ui0hDQLcWTg
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, representing Muy Caliente, hailing from Irvine, Texas, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-two pounds, please welcome G-Money... GABBY MENDOZA!”
GABBY MENDOZA:
El Hefe stormed through the curtain at the sound of her name, the former Lightweight Champion's hips swaying like a paint-shaker with a particularly bad attitude. Slowing just long enough to blow an obnoxiously large orange bubble, Gabs popped it in time with a tart slap to one cheek, the Baby-Faced killer chirping, “Kiss my ass, losers!” to all the haters as she started down the ramp to the squared circle.
For tonight's battle against another former Lightweight Champion and a longtime rival, Gabs sported her standard Caliente outfit of dark purple crop top and booty shorts, each garment edged in glittering gold. Matte black pads and gleaming gold boots completed the look while also providing convenient places to store extra gum.
Making good time by ignoring all by the most obsequious and grovelling hands extended her way, the bane of Bitch Faces worldwide skipped up the steel steps, then grabbed the top rope and vaulted over to land with a crisp little 'thump!' Mounted on the middle turnbuckle of the far corner only a few heartbeats later, the sultry brunette glanced over the sea of faces and called out, “Don't go thinking this is going to be anything more than an exhibition, dorks. Oh, I'll let it last long enough to get all my stuff in, but the second I get bored?” She blew her biggest bubble yet, then destroyed it with an audible pop. “I'll end it just like that!”
Promise made she hopped down from the corner and turned around to settle in against the buckles. Doing so allowed Senior Official Nick Castle to check her pads and boots, but Gabby's participation in the ritual was desultory at best. Anyone with eyes could see El Hefe's attention was firmly locked on the curtain and the woman waiting behind it.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and ten pounds…she is the Crimson Comet, the Star Strider, the Girl That Gravity Forgot, this is…LILY BURLINGAME!”
COMEBACK KID:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Gid-p4nI1s
The low lights of the Maroon Meteor's entrance were interrupted by a tongue of flame, sparking out of the floor at the bottom of the ramp and burning rapidly up its wick until it reached the pool of darkness at the top. And all at once the predicted explosion of noise and pyro went off, a huge KA-BOOM of red bursting loud enough to swallow even the guitars of her entrance theme. And in the midst of this display of sheer explosiveness a figure shot from the floor.
LILY BURLINGAME:
Rocketing out of the brand spankin’ new crater accompanied by the sounds of Comeback Kid, Lily Burlingame allowed herself just a second to point out over the crowd and pump a fist. But that second was all she took, blazing off down the ramp with the sheer blurring speed that was her trademark. For tonight’s battle with the woman that ended her reign as Lightweight Champion, she wore a midnight blue and starry white halter with matching briefs that sent miniature galaxies swirling and shimmering with her every move. Her knee pads were white on one side and blue on the other, matching her togs perfectly, while that brown bob just tickled at the tops of her shoulders.
Somehow gaining even more speed as she progressed down the ramp, the Roseate Rocket hit ringside at a dead sprint and hopped perfectly up onto the apron. Another leap followed and her charge came to a dead stop, Burlingame earning an impressed round of applause by simply balancing herself on the top rope. Glancing back and forth as the cheers grew louder and louder, the former Lightweight and Tag Team champ delivered a stereo swat to her backside, then leapt into the lights and came down with a crisp little 'thwham' in the middle of the squared circle.
Twisting around to lock eyes with Gabby (who'd been staring daggers through her from the moment she came through the curtain), the youngest Burlingame sister spread her arms wide and stepped forward, Lily clearly ready to start things as soon as El Hefe was of the mind. Must've sounded good to Mendoza because she started forward without hesitation! Alas, Nick stepped between his charges with extended hands, a show of restraint that earned a round of boos from those assembled. Disappointed but hardly surprised, Lily tapped two fingers to her right wrist and promised, “Soon, honey.” Patently unimpressed, Mendoza responded with one finger and one loudly popped bubble. Burlingame snorted and retreated to the opposite corner, though careful observers noted she never once turned her back on the Cruelest of the Caliente.
A noticeable increase in crowd noise when the bell CLANGED this match to life, the FAWNatics apparently eager to see a resumption of hostilities in one of the most mean-spirited Lightweight rivalries of the last decade.
Already smirking before she took her first step off the buckles, Gabby sauntered out to the center of the ring where she stopped several steps shy of Lily, who'd shot out of the corner the moment Nick gave them the go-ahead. Hands on her hips, Mendoza looked the shorter brunette up and down, then glanced to the referee and said, “Check her for gum. Especially her hair.”
Castle started forward instinctively, then paused once he'd fully processed the demand. “Am I to take it you think she somehow managed to get gum in her hair before she got in the ring with you? And that she somehow didn't notice?”
Gabby chomped her gum and smiled a little wider. “Of course I do. Nasty little gringa slob like her, anything's possib—” Lily darted forward and would've slapped the taste (not to mention the gum) outta Mendoza's mouth if the Texan hadn't dipped low and spun beneath the strike! Burlingame hissed and twisted 'round on the spot for a second go—CRACK! Gabby belted her across the cheek with an answering Bitch Slap that earned an audible 'CALIENTE!' from several of the more disreputable crowd members.
The sting of it brought Lily's hand to her face, which was precisely when Mendoza snatched hold of that wrist and twisted around behind the former LW champ to force that hand up between her shoulderblades with a nasty Hammerlock. “Always were a step too slow, gringa.” Gabby made sure to chomp her gum obnoxiously close to Burlingame's ear. “That's why I took your title. That's why I sat on your face. That's why I'm gonna humiliate you toni—”
Lily wrapped her free arm around the back of Gabby's head in an almost Three Quarters Facelock, then sank into a deep crouch and launched herself up in a one hundred and eighty degree arc that ended with the toes of her boots pointed straight at the overhead lights. Well, ended wasn't quite right. Paused was far more accurate seeing as how the Roseate Rocket quickly drew her knees in close and swung back the way she'd came to lay out on one side and sling her attacker halfway across the ring with an improvised Snapmare!
Mendoza landed hard on shoulder and hip but rolled through like the former champion she was and popped to verticality showing no ill effect save for the scowl stamped across her face. Lily saw the anger and winked, more than happy to let her longtime rival know those bad feelings were mutual and top of mind whenever they shared the squared circle. “You always did have a selective memory, Gabs.” Burlingame 'snapped' both thumbs in the waistband of her briefs and started to circle the Texan. “But I guess that's understandable considering how our last match ended with you looking up at the tag titles while I sat on your face.”
Mendoza's eyes narrowed to cold, dark slots. She clearly hadn't forgotten the failed attempt to wrest gold from Cosmic Noir. “Treymane's not here to bail your scrawny ass out tonight, bitch.” Gabby hissed as she joined her rival in a quickly tightening gyre. “Just you, me, and the gum I'm going to stuff down your slutty little trunks when this is all ov—”
Lily lunged for her and this time Gabby didn't even try to slip away. Her disdain for the heiress was so strong that nothing short of a Lock-Up would satisfy. And what an aggressive example it turned out to be! The actual 'Collar & Elbow' portion was blink and you'll miss it quick, the two veterans obliging the rules just long enough to sway Castle's judgment for a few precious seconds. Then their hands flew to chin and hair, each brunette pushing hard enough to force her rival's head backward at a sharp angle, the strain quickly exacerbated by fistfuls of dark hair! “You think I need 'Ronnie to deal with you?” Lily stopped her pushing long enough to deliver a tart little slap to El Hefe's mouth, the disrespectful blow earning a flare of 'how dare you!' indignation from her foe. “I don't need anyone to deal with you, honey. If Veronica's keeping an eye on this match it's strictly to deal with those punks you run EEEERRRGGGHHHH!”
Where Burlingame struck with an open palm, Gabby crooked hers into a spade and dragged those tines down the other wrestler's cheek! One wasn't nearly enough, so she raked Lily's face three more times before she switched over to a perfectly legal Three Quarters Facelock and deftly flipped the heiress over onto her butt with a much more traditional Snapmare. What it lacked in flare it made up for in efficacy as the Star Strider THWHUMPED down hard on her tailbone, the notorious speedster slowed long enough for Gabby to snatch another handful of hair and hold her in place for a swift Soccer Kick that THWHACKED between her rival's shoulders!
“Off the hair, Gabby!” Nick chided even as Mendoza yanked the seated battler's head from side to side. “You know better than that!”
“So why bother trying to stop me, idiot?” Gabz snapped easily enough, though she did relinquish her hold on Burlingame's hair. Not that this allowed the heiress to scramble out of danger, mind you. Mendoza simply clamped down on her shoulders, then dropped to a seat and deftly threaded her legs around Lily's waist to secure a snug Bodyscissors! “Give up already.” Mendoza braced her palms against the mat, lifted her butt by a good six inches and squeeeeeeeeeezed hard enough to make Burlingame grind her teeth. “Everyone here knows this ends in tears for you, so stop wasting my ti—WHOAH!”
Burlingame wrapped her arms around the Texan's legs, then planted her heels and skidded backward to stack Gabby up on her shoulders in a pinning predicament good for...
ONE...
TWO...
The Baby-Faced Killer popped her hips and thrust forward to THWHUMP Burlingame's buns against the deck with an improvised Keister Bounce! Mendoza very much enjoyed the full-body jolt that passed through her adversary so she dragged her nails down Lily's back on general principle, then laid out on her back and pulled the smaller battler into her lap. She held the pose until Castle swooped in to make a count, then she thrust forward and made the ring shiver with another butt-busting Keister Bounce! “Ready to give up?” Mendoza slapped the back of her rival's head a few times. “Or should I pound that ass so flat it actually curves in?”
“Yuuuuuhhhh... you'll have to do a lot better than that to make sure it's not perfectly molded to your face when I take my seeeeaaaaNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Gabby hit Lily with a third Keister Bounce, then took hold of her wrists and yanked both arms backward at an awkward angle. In the next breath she brought her legs up and around, the Texan crossing her ankles against the nape of Burlingame's neck so she could puuuuuuuuuuuussssssssh forward on an agonizing Lotus Lock!
LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVbCWYxURJA
“You're gonna sit on my face, gringa?” Mendoza chided as she pushed up and inched forward, every bit of progress forcing the Crimson Comet to lean closer and closer to the canvas. “That'd be real impressive considering you're gonna spend this whole match licking the mat!” She pushed up a little higher and jounced with all her might, Gabby clearly willing to start off big if it meant making her longtime adversary wail for mercy.
Burlingame had yet refrained from such an ignominious concession, but she was practically folded in half so Nick settled down on one knee beside the action and asked, “What do you say, Lily? Need me to call for the bell?”
“No!” the heiress shook her head to confirm the point. “It'll be a cold day in hell before I submit to a Bitch Face like Gabby Mendozrrrrrgggghhhhhh shit!”
Not about to take any lip from a rich brat she was stretching like taffy, Gabs shifted all her weight to her left hand so she could reach around with the right and secure a white-knuckle claw on the other brunette's right breast! “You better watch your mouth, chica.” she warned. “Or I'll be happy to remind these people that no one can make you scream louder than HEY!”
Painful as the hold was, the addition of the claw made Gabz' balance a precarious thing and Lily made her pay for it by rolling hard to the right! Doing so didn't free her arms from the Lotus, it did however turn Mendoza onto her stomach and sit the Roseate Rocket in a comfortable seat atop her foe's thighs. This new arrangement meant the Lotus wasn't nearly so viable as it had been only moments ago, as Burlingame demonstrated when she looped her arms around Gabby's shins and leaned forward as far as she could. In the same breath she slipped her boots beneath the other brunette's biceps, grabbed hold of her wrists and PULLED back as hard as she could to trap the Texan in a nasty Surfboard!
GROUNDED SURFBOARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Up1SPmYNIO8
No seat now, Lily was stretched out full length with the crown of her head braced against the canvas and her legs raised to such a degree that it peeled Gabby's chest off the mat. The painful arrangement made Mendoza yowl quite loudly, but the heiress was quick to call Castle off when she heard him close in. “Leave her there, Nick!” she called over the noise of the crowd. “That nasty little brat's not gonna get off so easy. I want her to sit there and think about what she's done for a good long while!”
“Rrrrgghhhhh...fuck you!” Mendoza shook her head 'no' so there could be no mistake, even for an idiot like Castle. “You think I'm just gonna sit here and let you stretch me out all nigRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!”
Lily yanked hard enough to make Gabby grind her teeth, but when the Caliente leader refused to yield she sat up and transferred both wrists to one hand for more convenient control. “Oh, I know you're not going to LET me!” Lily earned some applause by swatting her opponent's buns. “But you're certainly not going to STOP me either!”
“That's what you think, gringa.” Mendoza wrenched herself left and right to free her wrists despite the unpleasant strain it put on her shoulders. “I'm gonna knock you on that flat ass and remind everyone why you'll never OOOOOOWWWWW BITCH!”
Burlingame still had a hand free, as Gabby was reminded when the heiress snatched hold of her golden waistband and yanked it north by a good six inches! Redoubling her escape efforts in the wake of the hateful wedgie, Mendoza came within half a heartbeat of freedom before Lily resumed her one-to-one wrist control. To make matters worse, the former Lightweight Champion crossed her ankles beneath Gabby's chin and hoisted her legs up even as she craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on her rival's trapped wrists! Neither wrestler had shown much inclination to acknowledge the official thus far, but Nick Castle wasn't about to let either hurt themselves for pride, so he allowed Gabz an internal five count before he knelt beside the action.
“What do you say, Gabby? Had enough for the night?” “Hell no!” Mendoza spat back without a moment's hesitation. “But keep a close eye on that wannabe lucha beeyotch. I know she'll start crying once I HHHRRRGGGHHHHH!”
Lily trapped Gabby's chin in the 'V' of her boots and simultaneously leaned / pulled to apply even more pressure while also showing off the other brunette's pained features. “Is that so, G-Stubby?” Lily bobbled her feet up and down to scrape their laces against the Texan's cheeks. “Well I think maybe you 'wannabe' keepin' my boots outta your mouth before you start talking any more tra—dammit!”
Gabby wrested her left hand free of Burlingame's grip and immediately grabbed onto the other brunette's grinding boots and yanked them away from her chin! After that she dug into the canvas and draaaaaaaaaaagged their combined weight a little bit closer to the ropes. The progress wasn't much, but it was still far too much for the Crimson Comet so she raised her left leg high and brought her heel down between Mendoza's shoulders with an unpleasant THUMP!
Two more shots slowed Mendoza to a grinding halt, yet Lily couldn't reapply the Surfboard full force because the Baby-Faced Killer wedged that hand beneath her torso to defend against just such an occurrence. Even losing the one grip robbed the hold of most of its efficacy, so rather than burn more energy trying to get it back, Lily tossed Gabby's other hand aside, then slammed both heels into the Texan's upper back before scrambling to verticality. She'd expected Mendoza to make for the ropes as soon as she was free and the grounded grappler did exactly that, Gabz army-crawling her way across the canvas in search of a quick—“NO! DamnOOOOOOWWWWWWW!”
Burlingame seized Mendoza's ankles and undid all of that hard-earned progress by yanking her back to the center of the ring fast enough to inflict a serious case of mat burn! To make it even worse, the Star Strider circled around and hop-stomped on the center of Gabby's back to ensure she was caught like a bug on a pin. Gabby huffed, braced her hands and tried to rise only to get stomped a little harder in return. “Can't pin me like this, idiot.” she growled at Burlingame. “Are all those concussions finally starting to catch up or have you always been this stup—ngh OOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Lily sank into a deep crouch only to leap straight up and curl into a ball, the former Cherry Bomb whipping through four-hundred and fifty degrees worth of pint-sized power just to come THWHUMPING down across her foe's vulnerable vertebrae! Gaby floundered beneath the impact and tried to roll onto one side, alas she hadn't even made it halfway when Burlingame climbed aboard and settled her pert buns into the hollow of El Hefe's back. Clamping down on Mendoza's biceps once her seat was secure, Lily pulled her rival's arms up and back, all the better to hook them over the smooth planes of her thighs. “You really think I'd be happy with a plain old pin after all the shit you've talked?” Burlingame chided as she laced her hands together across the point of Mendoza's chin. “I don't think so, sweetie. Tonight I'm hunting humiliation, and you're not gonna deny me!” With that she set her feet flat and craaaaaaaaaanked back on Gabby's chin with a Camel Clutch that earned cheers and 'TAP!' chants in equal measure.
The disgust and anger stamped on Mendoza's features suggested she wasn't about to throw in the towel, yet Nick was FAWN's Senior Official for a reason and he was quick to do due diligence. “What do you say, Gabby? Holding on ok? Do you need me to—”
“Just shut up for Chrissakes!” Mendoza grunted as she gouged her fingers into the undersides of Burlingame's thighs. “This gringa doesn't have what it takes to make me tap, I already told NGH!”
Lily wasn't in the mood for such rudeness from her longtime rival so she halved her grip on the other brunette's chin, cocked her right arm all the way back and delivered a quick Overhand Forearm Smash to Gabby's chest! “I'd keep your mouth shut while you're in such a vulnerable position, baby.” Burlingame clouted the Texan's chest twice more to emphasize her point. “Wouldn't want to choke on your gum if I hit you too hard, now would you?”
CAMEL CLUTCH W/ CHEST CLUBS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=M3afeOqWhaE
“Hrrrhhh... as if you could!” Mendoza fumed, the former Lightweight Champion reduced to grasping and gouging at the undersides of her attacker's thighs. “You hit like a little bitch when I first took the title from around your waist and you're even more pathetic nOOWWWWRRRGGHHHH!”
Lily went up on her toes and wrenched back even harder, the Crimson Comet reminding all potential foes of her exceptionally dangerous ground game as she tried to break Gabby's spirit with the Singh-worthy Camel Clutch. “You sure about that, Gabz?” Lily muttered, the sound of her words a mere whisper compared to the volumes spoken by her shoulders, biceps, and thighs. “I don't recall you whining nearly so loud the first couple of times we crossed swords, though now that I think about it you WERE bawling pretty loudly at the end of that Tag Title mat—”
Mendoza slipped an arm free and SMACKED Lily in the side of the head, a fierce display of resistance that earned a growl followed by another sharp yank from the Star Strider. Even so, the Baby-Faced Killer wouldn't relent. Planting her freed hand against the mat, she pushed up and started scuffling her legs forward and back in a clear attempt to push to one kn—“NNGGGHH!”
Forced to admit that Mendoza would hoist her into an unwanted piggyback ride if she didn't do something fast, Lily relinquished the Chinlock entirely so she could force the Latina's head forward just enough to THWHUMP her across the back of the skull with a heavy Forearm Smash! Gabby shuddered but the blow only slowed her progress, so Burlingame tagged her with another shot, then grabbed the loose arm and drew it back across her thigh. No resumption of the Camel Clutch though, instead Lily set her hands against the back of Mendoza's noggin and shoved hard enough to press the Caliente baddie's chin snug against her own chest. In the same instant she surged forward onto her palms, a move that stacked Gabby on her shoulders in a clever Matchbook that saw her legs folded and trapped by the heiress' encroaching bod. Nick registered the pin and swooped in immediately thereafter to count out...
ONE...
TWO...
Upended or not, there was still a great deal of power in Gabby Mendoza's svelte frame and she proved as much by bucking free of the pin simultaneous with 'TWO!'
Still a little woozy despite the authority behind her escape, Gabs made it upright in short order, though no one was particularly surprised when Lily intercepted her with another stern Forearm Shot to the sternum. Slipping that arm around the back of the brunette's head, Burlingame threaded the other between Mendoza's thighs and muscled her up just to THWAM her back to the canvas with a gorgeous Scoop Slam! Gaby arched on contact with the canvas, so Lily circled around and jabbed a single stomp into her belly before spinning on one heel so her back was to the downed grappler. Just like that she sank into a crouch and vaulted into the air, Burlingame curling up, then stretching out to come down with every bit of her weight—Gabby drew her knees in close, but rather than merely wait for the other brunette to land on 'em, she blasted her feet up in a Mule Kick that didn't just skewer the Crimson Comet's tummy, it sent her wildly off course to THWHUMP down hard on her shoulder and hip not too far from the ropes closest to hard cam!
Mendoza spared a glance toward her splattered adversary to confirm she'd connected as hard as she thought she had and was delighted to see Lily curled up tight with both arms wrapped around her injured midsection. Taking a moment to blow a satisfied bubble, she kipped to her feet, then strolled over to the retching heiress and hauled her to her knees with a double handful of hair. “That feeling in the pit of your stomach right now?” Gabby pulled a hand from Burlingame's tousle so she could warm one cheek with a stern slap. “That should be pretty familiar by this point, after all, I've whipped your ass how many times?” She didn't wait for an answer, instead she turned the penitent pugilist to face the camera, then shoved her down throat-first against the second strand!
Lily began to rasp and thrash at once, alas the proximity of Nick Castle didn't seem to bother Gabby in the slightest as she promptly turned around and planted her tush on the nape of Burlingame's neck while also draping her arms over the top rope! It was a blatant choke, one that raised an immediate warning, unfortunately for Lily the Terrible Texan merely feigned deafness while she happily swiped her buns back and forth across her sputtering rival.
Knowing damned well Burlingame couldn't breathe based on the set of Gabby's legs alone, Castle didn't bother wasting any more breath, he simply held up a hand and began to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Gabs pushed out of her seat, got all up in the ref's business and very deliberately blew a bubble less than an inch from his nose. “You used to be a lot more fun, Castle.” she complained before turning her attention back to the sputtering heiress.
Nick wanted to protest this slight upon his character, but chose to remain silent since Mendoza remained well within the confines of the rules as she hauled Lily to her feet. Turning the shrimpy little Bitch Face so her back was to the strands, Gabs slung her foe's arms over the top rope, then set her right hand against Lily's chin and puuuuuuuuuuuuuuushed forward hard enough to crank her neck at an unpleasant angle.
“Get her out of the ropes, Gabriella.” Nick muttered. “I'm not going to warn you again.”
Offering up a heavy dose of side eye at the sound of her full name, the Baby-Faced Killer chided, “What about counting? Will you at least count again?”
The ref was happy to oblige, though this brought no immediate relief for the heiress. Indeed her situation actually deteriorated because Mendoza flattened her free hand into a paddle and CRAAACKED her chest with a quartet of Overhand Bitch Slaps, each coordinated to land in time with the count of “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
No back-talk from El Hefe this time, instead she caught hold of Lily's wrist and sent her racing across the ring with an Irish Whip. Giving the former champ any sort of separation was a calculated risk, but in this instance it paid off as Burlingame was still too breathless from the throttling and slapping to produce any of her aerial escapades. Indeed she remained grounded until returning to center ring where an impatiently waiting Mendoza crouched low and braced her hands against the smaller wrestler's upper thighs. Then she just stood up and raised her arms high overhead, Gabby just shooting the Maroon Meteor into the rafters with extreme prejudice. Under better circumstances Burlingame might've adjusted in mid-descent, alas the Texan got a controlling hand on the small of her back and pushed down hard, Gabby compounding gravity with the strength of her own enmity to THWHAM Lily down flat on her face, chest, and belly!
Residual momentum bounced Burlingame to her knees while Mendoza backed away to run the ropes to her foe's left. Lily had yet to regain her bearings when Gabs rushed back in and THWHACKED her upside the head with a Basement Big Boot! Knocked for a loop by the heavy blow, Burlingame lost even more of her depleted wind when a smirking Gabby dropped a perniciously pert Butt Bomb square on her chest, the purple-clad menace settling into a domineering Schoolgirl that saw her tousling her hair through a count of...
FREE FALL DROP & BASEMENT BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ufYrVgbAINQ
ONE...
TWO...
Lily got both hands against Mendoza's glutes and shoved her onto all fours with little less than a second to spare!
“Oh, so you're tuff now, is that it?” Gabby scowled after she'd regained her footing. “All right then, tuff girl. Pick your ass up and let's fi—”
Lily got up quite a bit faster than Mendoza expected she would so the Cruelest of the Caliente flicked out a quick Low Kick that slapped against the back of the heiress' left thigh! A stubby little kick to the same knee made Burlingame not only an unwilling penitent, but the perfect target for a pitiless slap that CRAAACKED off one cheek a moment later! An identical shot was followed by Mendoza snatching a double handful of hair. An illegal grip to be sure, but one that didn't last long enough to draw a warning as she promptly yanked Lily's noggin forward to THWHONK her with a Kneelift between the eyes! Burlingame reeled back but didn't go down, which was just fine with the Baby-Faced Killer. Demonstrating some serious ups with a vertical leap of her own, G-Money blasted both heels into Lily's sternum with a Dropkick that left the heiress in a flat sprawl. No gaudy theatrics now, Mendoza pounced across Burlingame's midsection and hooked both legs to fold her in half with a Back Press good for the...
STRIKE COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uYRPfJNXRg
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Burlingame kicked out much to the delight of the Stargazers and the disgust of Gabby Mendoza, who wasted no time shoving the woozy brunette onto her belly. “I'm through playing with you, gringa.” Gabby growled as she snatched Lily's left wrist in her right hand and vice versa. “It's time you finally popped, just like the bubble-headed idiot you've always been.” Set down on one knee just above the curve of her foe's glutes, Mendoza drew the straitjacket tight across Lily's throat, then leaned forward just to craaaaaaaaaaaaaaank back on the painful, suffocating submission!
STRAITJACKET CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mPkzW-GF8r8
Burlingame gnashed her teeth and coughed hard, a perfectly understandable reaction that only spurred more violent yanking from her tormentor. Beaming as she jerked the Straitjacket from side to side, Mendoza bounced in the saddle and blew another obnoxious bubble before noting, “I know it's not the normal arrangement, but this feels like a good spot for an old favorite.” So, jerking the reins in time with some more butt bouncing she chanted, “Quit, quit, bitch-face quit!” It didn't earn the sort of rapturous delight it had during her pre-Caliente days, but there were still enough scofflaws and reprobates in attendance to provide suitable back-up verses for the second and third verses.
“Quit, quit, bitch-face quit!”
Lily did not, in fact she continued to squirm through the entire ordeal, the Maroon Meteor desperately fighting to get a leg close enough to the ropes to earn a break. Still, the strain on her back and the growing flush in her face were a cause for alarm, which was why Castle knelt down beside his charges for a better assessment. “How you doing, Lily? If you need me to call for the bell, just say the word and I'll—”
“Oh, she can't tap out YET!” Mendoza punctuated her interruption by popping another loud bubble. “Bitch-face still hasn't told me where she wants me to stick my gum after the bell! In one ear is always a classic. And this sweaty rat's nest she calls hair could certainly use a bit more color, butt personally...” Gabby ground her glutes against Lily's wriggling rump to draw a humiliated growl from the heiress. “I'm thinking right down the old coin slot is the only place for—”
“Try it and you'll need dentures for your next pack of Big League Chew, bitch.” Lily hissed. “I mean it, Gabby. You want to take this to the next level, that's how you get HHRRRRGGHH!”
Mendoza yanked the Straitjacket tighter than ever, then leaned in close enough to murmur in Burlingame's left ear. “Threaten me all you want, bitch-face. Problem is, we both know that this...” she pursed her lips and damned if that sticky, fluorescent orange wad didn't extend just far enough to tickle her adversary's ear, “goes wherever the fuck I want it to NNNNGGGGHHH!”
A full force Headbutt wasn't exactly possible considering their current position, but that didn't stop Burlingame from jerking her head to the left hard enough to strike Gabby flush on the mouth!
Credit the Texan's tenacity, she didn't abandon the wrist control but she did push out of the mount and stumble backward which forced Lily to her knees so she could scramble alon—THWHUMP! The Baby-Faced Killer planted her right foot between Burlingame's shoulders and pushed forward with all her might while simultaneously releasing the Straitjacket. It wasn't quite a Curb Stomp, yet it was still delivered with enough vim and venom to bounce the smaller brunette's forehead against the canvas!
Angrily checking her bottom lip for blood as she stomped back into a blind spot on her foe's left, Gabby snarled, “Done fucking around with you, bitch-face. You want to play rough? Then let's play rough.”
No verbal response from Lily, though she did manage to rise to all fours. From there she made it back to one knee, then all the way upright, though she promptly doubled over to catch her breath. She was still contemplating the canvas directly in front of her boots when Mendoza charged in at full speed and took to the skies to drape the tawny guillotine of her right thigh across the back of the heiress' neck. Pink Sugar Pop, Gabby Mendoza to Lily Burlinga—NO!
The Star Strider actually straightened up beneath the Texan's weight to shoot her higher into the air. From there she pivoted ninety degrees so that Gabs' legs were threaded over the smaller brunette's shoulders. Lily didn't much appreciate the extreme close-up view of her foe's briefs, but that didn't stop her from wrapping her arms around Mendoza's upper thighs and driving forward and down, the former Lightweight Champion dropping to her butt to THAWHAM G-Money against the deck with a massive Sit-Out Powerbomb! Shifting over to a Waistlock on impact, Lily scooted in close enough to snuggle with those upturned haunches while also hooking her calves over Gabby's biceps to keep her down for the...
SIT-OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2f4i-Y1qzbI
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Boos from the FAWNatics when Mendoza kicked free with half a second to spare! Didn't seem to bother Lily in the slightest though, she scrambled to verticality slightly ahead of her rival and took full advantage by driving a sharp kick into the other brunette's right thigh as soon as she regained her feet! Now it was Gabby's turn to drop to her hands and knees and with the roles reversed Burlingame moved just as quickly, the Girl that Gravity Forgot backing off several steps so she had a nice runway to burn up when she charged in a moment later. No slowdown at all from the youngest Burlingame sister, she just skipped up onto Gabby's back and took to the skies in a seemingly effortless vertical leap, at the apex of which she raised her knees to chest level and leaned back so that she was looking into the overhead lights. Physics took over shortly thereafter and Lily THAWHUMPED down across Gabby's back via a Step-Up Senton that smashed the Texan's tummy and chest against the canvas.
STEP-UP SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H3zX1rlGyLU
Mendoza gasped and rolled onto her back to give it some much needed support and to protect it from further damage. In both these endeavors she was successful, unfortunately in protecting her back she opened up her midsection, as the grounded grappler discovered when Lily jumped up and tucked both heels against her buns, all the better to THWHUMP both knees into the pits of her foe's stomach! The Baby-Faced Killer coughed and beat her heels against the canvas while Burlingame tumbled forward in a beautiful little roll to regain her feet. But in doing so she took off once more, the Crimson Comet flipping into a beautiful back handspring that grew decidedly ugly when she THUMPED those knees into Gabby's tummy for the second time in perhaps five seconds!
A BOUNTY OF KNEE DROPS!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_9qzHo0qBMc
The FAWNatics urged their heroine to go for a cover, a suggestion Lily appreciated without actually heeding. Instead she filled her hands with Mendoza's dark hair and hauled her to verticality before switching over to a much more zebra-friendly Wristlock. A quick shoulder to the sternum set G-Money on her heels and created just enough separation for Burlingame to yank the taller wrestler forward and—Lily spun 'round on the spot and jabbed the point of her right elbow into the Texan's chin! Mendoza wobbled something awful, was in fact still trying to catch her balance when leaned right and wrapped both arms around opposing waist. The ride took off as soon as her hands locked, Lily twisting Gabs through a seemingly effortless two-hundred and seventy degrees just to DRIVE the former Lightweight Champ down across the strong plank of her thigh!
TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dTyPf17ozhI
El Hefe bounced clear of the Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker and Burlingame might've tried the cover she'd avoided earlier if Mendoza hadn't quickly risen to all fours. “Still wanna fight, huh Gabs?” Lily filled her hands with the other brunette's hair and stood up.
Grimacing as the half pint yanked her to one knee, Mendoza balled one hand into a fist and jammed it into the heiress' tummy. “Oh, I always wanna fight, bitch-face.” she growled. “Especially against a scrawny little shit like NNNGGGGHH!”
'OOOOOHHHHHH!' from those assembled when Burlingame reared back and SLAPPED Gabby hard enough to knock the gum clear outta her mouth! “Oh no, the source of your power!” Lily cried in mock horror as she finished hauling Mendoza upright. “Whatever will you do now?”
Helping herself to Gabby's wrist, Lily shouldered her away, then stepped back and dropped a shoulder to send the purple-clad wrestler away with a strong Irish Wh—NO! Gabby set her heels and hurled the Roseate Rocket in her place. Clearly in no mood for travel after Burlingame swatted the gum from her mouth, Mendoza flipped the other brunette off as she hit the ropes and came racing back to center ring. In the next instant she turned her back on the approaching irritation and ducked low so she could hook her right arm across Burlingame's waist and power her skyward like she was little more than a sack of laundry! What might've started as a Sidewalk Slam or vengeful Backbreaker quickly slipped Mendoza's control as Lily spun through, wrapped her stems around the Texan's head and dipped beneath her left arm. Halving the Scissors even as she reached across Gabby's back to seize hold of her right wrist, Lily twined her free (right) leg around Mendoza's left thigh to ensure she was practically immobilized before Burlingame puuuuuussssssssssshed down on her rival's head and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on that captured wrist.
COSMIC ENTANGLEMENT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JotV7cKYe2Y
“AAAARRRRHHHHH SHHHHHHIIIT!” Gabs shrieked in pain and anger as she endured the first few seconds of Cosmic Entanglement. “LITTLE BITCH!” she barked at Lily. “FUCKIN' LET ME GOORRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH!”
Burlingame jabbed her right elbow in above the Caliente battler's hip to add another painful element to the hold. “Better a little bitch than a huge bitch-face, isn't that right, Gabs?”
Mendoza cursed and refused to answer, though she was forced to provide something a little more concrete when Nick approached after a few more seconds ticked off the clock. “What do you say, Gabby? Need me to call for the bell? If you've had enough, just say—”
“I've had enough of this bitch-face to last me a lifetime.” Gabby growled. “But that doesn't mean I submit. She's never gonna make me do OOOOOOHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Lily pulled back on Mendoza's wrist to such a degree that Castle thought her shoulder might pop out of socket. The crowd must've thought so too as their 'TAP!' chants reached near deafening levels when Gabby's legs gave way and she collapsed to one knee with Burlingame still holding on tight. “I've made you tap before, G-Money.” Lily growled as the hurt continued to shudder through her foe's frame. “I don't wanna have to hurt you to do it, but don't think I won—eeerrrggghhhhh! That's not gonna do it, baby!”
In this case 'it' was the gaudy handful of trunks Gabby had hooked and then pulled into a salacious wedgie that made Burlingame grit her teeth against the creeping sting. “You sure about that, bitch-face?” Mendoza sneered. “You still can't go on any of the good rides, I don't think you can afford to get any shortNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Lily freed one hand from wrist-control so she could pound punch after punch after punch in above the other brunette's right hip! “You're the only one shrinking in this ring right now, chica. Get any smaller and you can go home in Sofia's hip pock—”
Murmurs of grudging admiration from the capacity crowd when Mendoza let out a low bellow and powered back to her feet! Yanking the Crimson Comet's back in forth like they were some sort of rudder, the Terrible Texan stomped and stumbled out of the deep water into a shallow cove of respite, one where she immediately snatched hold of the middle rope and demanded, “Break it, bitch-face! Break it now, I'm in the ropeRRRRRGGGHHHHHH!”
Lily couldn't deny Mendoza her escape, but she could delay it a little while longer which was why she abandoned the Wristlock entirely and paid Gabby back with a vicious wedgie of her own! The forceful trunk distortion continued 'til Castle reached 'FOUR!', then Burlingame disengaged entirely and Mendoza clambered through the strands to catch her breath on the apron.
“Kuuuhhhhh... keep her away!” Gabby huffed to Nick as she adjusted her briefs. “Little bitch-face may be able to buy off everyone else, but you're not for sale, right Castle?”
“I don't need to buy anyone to win this match, punk.” Burlingame snapped before the ref could answer. “But I might throw a few hundred your way if I thought it'd keep you from scurrying to the ropes every time you—”
“Pipe down, bitch-face.” Mendoza snapped after she'd produced a fresh stick of gum from one boot. “Better yet, open wide so I've got someplace to toss my wrapper.”
Lily did not oblige the audacious demand, not that her insolence stopped Gabby from crunching the foil into a little ball and flicking it directly at the Star Strider. Burlingame took the slight without flinching only to dart forward and lash out with a harsh Bitch Sla—Gabby caught hold of her wrist at the last possible instant, wrenched the smaller wrestler's arm down and thrust her head forward to spit in Lily's face!
Lily shrieked and shoved El Hefe away, a tactic that might've been more effective if she hadn't been hooked onto the top rope with both hands. Dangerously oblivious to the Texan's continued proximity, Burlingame turned away with both hands knuckling at her eyes which meant Gabby was free to snatch a double handful of hair and drop from the ledge in a hellacious Inverted Hot Shot that TWANGED the base of Lily's neck against the top rope! Bounced offa the cables like she'd been launched from a slingshot, Burlingame landed flat on her face only to immediately roll over, the heiress cradling her head in both arms while pounding her heels against the mat in an agonized beat.
As for Gabby, she hit the floor and scrambled right back to the apron so she could mount the nearest ring-post. Hunkered down in the high rent district, the Baby-Faced Killer held her ground until the Maroon Meteor rolled onto her stomach and started to rise. With Lily's return to verticality now a sure thing, Gabby stood up straight and extended her hands toward the heiress, Mendoza silently begging Burlingame to get up and take her medicine. Head ringing too loudly to hear the warnings of the FAWNatics, Lily got up and lurched around to find her adversary which was the precise moment Gabby leapt out into the void. Swooping down on the vulnerable Lightweight in a gorgeous front flip, Mendoza caught hold of the other brunette's chin as she passed overhead, thus ensuring that Lily was THWHAMMED down full force on the back of her already aching neck courtesy a billiously Bubblicious Blockbuster!
BLOCKBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bzSHgGpiY7M
Gabby was upright in an instant, the purple-clad ruda plunging both hands into Burlingame's hair to haul her upright just long enough to double her over for a Standing Headscissors. No Waistlock afterward, El Hefe simply hooked her fingers into the leg-holes of Lily's bottoms and tugged hard enough to hoist her ass over teakettle, an arrangement that only lasted until Mendoza dropped to a seat to THWHUNK the crown of her prey's skull against the thinly-sheathed plywood! The Piledriver planted Burlingame like a tent spike, freezing her upside down for a few endless heartbeats before her muscles relaxed and she slopped over onto one si—Gabby shoveled the Crimson Comet onto her back with the utmost urgency and pounced atop her in a short-range Butt Bomb that squished boobs and ground biceps beneath encroaching shins. Far from satisfied, Mendoza reached back, hooked the other wrestler behind the knees and then leaned forward until her forehead was touching the mat for a count of...
PULLING PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbflyZAs_uU
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lily twisted to the left, spilling a wide-eyed Gabby onto one hip with a whisper between her and victory!
“THAT WAS THREE!” Mendoza shrieked at Castle after pounding a furious fist against the canvas. Nick backed off as he held up two fingers in response, the Senior Official looking worried that Gabby might turn her full attention in his direction. The Baby-Faced Killer gave it serious consideration, but in the end she maintained focus on Burlingame because the whiny bitch was that much closer.
Tumbling Lily onto her stomach, Mendoza cupped both hands under the heiress' chin, then tucked her head and tumbled forward into a gorgeous bridge left her balanced tiptoe at one end and the crown of her skull at the other. Far more important was her grip on Burlingame's jaw, which she craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked as hard as she could!
BIG LEAGUE CHANCERY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkI8Nz5Zxjs
“QUIT, BITCH-FACE!” Gabs bounced the Big League Chancery to add an unpleasant, warbling qualities to Lily's wails of anguish. “QUIT OR I'LL TEAR YOUR HEAD OFF!”
“NOOOOOOOOO!” Lily waggled a finger to confirm she was holding steady, at least for now. “YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO DO BETTER THAN RRRRGGGHHHH!”
Gabby rose to the challenge at once, the bridged brunette putting every bit of her hundred and twenty-two pounds into the bouncing focused on turning her rival into pathetic Pez dispenser! “WANT SOME MORE, BITCH-FACE?” she cackled in between blowing another big bubble. “JUST KEEP RUNNING YOUR MOUTH AND I'LL—”
Lily couldn't just escape, but she did grab the Texan's wrists and pull hard enough to alleviate some of the strain on her neck. From there she gouged her elbows into the canvas and started to scoot backward, a shift that also eased the pressure on her neck, at least until Mendoza brought her feet down and started to 'walk' alongside her retreating rival.
“Nice try, gringa.” Gabby huffed as she slid her hands up over Burlingame's mouth and nose. “But you're not getting out of this, not without some real ugly cry—dammit!”
HOM Smother be damned, Lily kept on skidding backward, forcing G-Money to adjust her footing over and over again to maintain her gr—Burlingame draped an ankle over the bottom rope and grabbed onto the hands covering her mouth and nose. Tugging one away from the former she gasped, “Break it, bitch-face!”
Infuriated by the brat's resilience, Mendoza switched over to a hair-hold and puuuuuuuuuuuuuullled until Castle reached 'FOUR!' on his count.
Quick to brush her hands clean once she'd relinquished the Chancery, Mendoza stomped her rival between the shoulders just for the hell of it, then stamped to the middle of the squared circle and turned to watch Burlingame struggle against the inevitable. Hands on her thighs, Gabs settled into a crouch and waggled her hips back and forth all the while blowing increasingly large bubbles. “Get up, bitch-face.” she said between pops. “Gringa trash. Get up so I can burst your bubble all fuckin' over again.”
As of yet unaware of the Terrible Texan's threat, Lily crawled into the strands and used them to sloooooooowly drag herself upright. With one arm wrapped tight around the back of her head, she took a few deep breaths, then swung around to get eyes on—Gabby roared in and leapt high, all the better to hook her right arm around the back of Burlingame's head while also jamming the point of her right knee against the smaller brunette's chi—NO!
Hooking her arms over the top rope as soon as she sensed Mendoza's approach, Lily grabbed on tight and leaned back as far as she could! Thusly anchored in place, the Star Strider remained rooted to the spot while Gabby tore loose and came down flat on her back! The force of it bounced Gabby up and away, the startled battler tumbling over onto her stomach only to come up on one knee near the center of the ri—Lily exploded out of the ropes and hopped into a perch on the Texan's posted right knee so she could THWHUNK her shin into Mendoza's left temple with a devastating Shining Wizard!
SHINING WIZARD @ 00:18
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6xV5fibjYAc
Blown back into a shoulders down, ass up sort of Matchbook by the unexpected blow, Gabby was only vaguely aware when Lily filled both hands with her hair and dragged the woozy grappler upright. Coherence continued to remain elusive while the other brunette led her out into the center of the squared circle, where she quickly stuffed Mendoza's noggin beneath her right arm, then slipped her own hands under G-Money's biceps and locked 'em between her shoulders to secure the Double Underhook. Eyes sparkling as she turned to face the hard camera, Burlingame offered it a knowing wink, then dipped down and muscled her burden up to about two o'clock before she abruptly twisted over and dropped down, the Roseate Rocket paying a little tribute to her pinstriped partner by THWHAMMING Gabs down on the back of her head and shoulders with a beautiful Gangster's Paradise!
GANGSTER'S PARADISE @ 2:47
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kb7he-yq_7I
Mendoza seemed to crunch in on herself before exploding into a defenseless starfish that screamed 'pin me!' so loud it could be heard over the thunderous roar of the FAWNatics. For a moment it looked like Lily was going to oblige the demand, but ultimately she shook her head 'no' and grabbed Gabby by her wrist and ankle instead. On her feet as soon as those hooks were in, she draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged El Hefe into the shadow of the nearest ring-post, then dropped those captured limbs and made a point of stepping ON Mendoza's gulping tummy when she made for the corner.
Any concern those assembled might've felt over the ignored cover went away the instant Burlingame skipped into the high rent district and understanding blossomed into delight when the Star Strider leapt out into the lights in a corkscrewing front flip that CRUSHED Gabby's poor tummy beneath every bit of her weight! Bounced onto her knees by the aftershocks of the Cherry Warhead, Lily swung a leg over and sat down hard on the Texan's lolling chest. In the same motion she leaned forward, hooked Mendoza's legs behind the knees and pulled the limbs up and back, Lily careful to trap them both under her left arm so her right hand was free to SLAP her rival's cheeks in time with Castle's count of...
CHERRY WARHEAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6A2qH4mb36o
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
“Chew on that, baby.” Burlingame sniped over the clang of the bell. Maintaining her seat, she flattened both hands into paddles and set them loose on Mendoza's cheeks in a taunting drum roll that perfectly accompanied the Announcer's confirmation.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... LILY BURLINGAME!”
'W' in the books, Lily made to toss her foe's feet away, only to pause when she noticed a small flicker of silver near the top of Gabby's right boot. Reaching in with careful fingers, the victorious brunette smiled a little wider as she removed Mendoza's last stick of gum. “I tend to prefer leather and gold, but this will do nicely.” She peeled the gum out of its wrapper and popped it into her mouth before blowing a celebratory bubble. Chewing thoughtfully, she got to one knee and shoved G-Money over onto her stomach. “I owe you a piece, Gabs.” Lily rolled the foil into a tight little ball, then earned a loud cheer from the crowd when she used her thumb to trap it between the brunette's cheeks. “Don't let me forget, ok?”
One last jostling swat and Burlingame rose to her feet, one boot planted on Gabby's buns, one hand held high by the Senior Official. She was still blowing bubbles when the feed cut to a hype package for tonight's World Title bout.