Post by hawkeye on Aug 5, 2024 0:02:14 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing fir—”
DO YOUR WORST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vx60Fsu-w9M
The speakers played both interrupter and spoiler by kicking into 'Do Your Worst', much to the delight of the throng assembled for Red, White, & Bruised. The noise grew even more cacophonous when the Viral Sensation blew through the curtain with her arms raised in a jaunty 'V'. Lest anyone think the brunette might mind her manners during a Main Event, she promptly turned to a huge LED display showing the World Champ and flipped it a brazen middle finger, all of it broadcast live to her hordes of followers.
LYSSA ZAHN:
“The time for talking is almost over, people.” Lyssa spoke to masses through her phone. “But not before I make this one thing crystal clear. Sue Burlingame! You are one of the baddest bitches to ever step foot in that ring and you've sat at the top spot in my 'Moms I'd Love to Fight' list since its inception. I respect you more than I respect most, but that's not gonna stop me from smashing you harder than a like button. See ya in the ring, champ!” Signing off with another middle finger, Zahn tucked the phone away and started down the aisle while murmuring an appropriate line from her anthem. “Oh my, oh my baby, devil’s gonna get you if I don’t first.”
For tonight‘s summer showdown Lyssa sported the pink inversion of her usual attire that she’d favored as of late. Rather than black, this two piece was an almost feverish neon pink, the top with thin, black shoulder straps set at a slight angle, and a black mesh ‘plate’ over the clavicle, rising into a collar. The bottom rim of this piece and the neckline of the bikini top worked to create almost a heart-shaped ‘cleavage window.’ Matching bottoms with black trim, black wristbands and pads, and pink boots completed the look. Another new addition for the evening, Zahn had emblazoned her social media handle (identical across no less than six platforms) across the seat of her trunks and #WrathofZahn down the back of each boot.
The FAWNatics proved vocal as ever and Lyssa played to them every second, the X-traordinary Woman promising all sorts of trouble for the woman that'd ended The Brat's reign of terror only a month prior. Breaking into a short sprint that let her hop onto the apron, Lyssa wiped the soles of her boots clean, then slipped through the ropes and claimed the middle of the ring with her arms once again spread wide. She'd just turned her attention to the hard camera when Senior Official Nick Castle strolled over to check her pads and boots.
“Get outta my shot, dork.” she said without any real malice. “This can wait until the suit's done hyping the crowd.”
The suit in question was the Announcer, who felt safe going about his business now that Zahn was in the ring. “Introducing first, hailing from Fox River, New York... she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and thirty pounds. She’s the Pintrest Pin-Up, the TikTok Terror and a Black Hat extraordinaire, this is LYSSA ZAHN!”
Lyssa dipped 'round the official and went to the nearest corner where she promptly hopped to the middle strand. “This is it, people!” she bellowed to the capacity crowd. “Get your phones ready because you'll want to be able to tell everyone exactly what it was like to witness the coronation of Lyssa Zahn!”
The challenger was still holding court in the corner when the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent,hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds! She is the Rainmaker, the Ace, the Bankable Bombshell, and the FAWN World Champion! This is...SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGEZpSQEhls
SUE BURLINGAME:
Already loud, the FAWN Arena grew downright cacophonous in time with the discordant opening riff of 'Crown on the Ground'. The noise was still building when the eldest Burlingame brushed through the curtain and stepped to the center of the stage. Unlike the previous concern on display at Summer Swelter, the return of leather and gold to Burlingame's waist had restored her confidence ten-fold, the Ace looking every bit her old self as she tipped a wink to the camera before flinging her arms wide and tossing back her head to call down a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro! Stock still until the last of it faded away, Sue offered a pumped fist to the sold-out crowd, then started down the ramp.
For the first defense in her historic fourth World Title reign, Burlingame wore her classic dark blue two-piece with mellow golden trim; matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look. Though never a hand-slapper in the vein of a Shea London or Kylie Sanders, the Bankable Bombshell angled from side to side to touch some of the fans reaching out in her direction. Drawing back to the middle of the aisle as she closed in on the ring, Burlingame exploded into a sprint that took her to and then into the squared circle via a slick little dive under the bottom rope. Simply kipping to boot-leather earned the veteran battler another raucous ovation, one that was still going strong when Nick stepped up to ostensibly check her boots and pads. Sue let him run through the routine with no comment, she was too busy scanning the floor seat fans for a certain Bad Penny, or possibly a vindictive Beach Cat.
The challenger's latest meme was only seconds old when the bell CLANGED a start to the match. Setting her phone atop the post behind the turnbuckle, Lyssa turned her attention to the Rainmaker and headed for the center of the squared circle. As for the World Champ, she took one last look around the ringside area, as if not quite satisfied that neither Kat Braddock or Penny Tremblay were waiting to strike the instant she turned her back. Yet this perusal proved as fruitless as all the others and ultimately she forced herself to hone in on the only clear and present danger to her fourth reign. Lips curving in a competitive smirk the moment she met Zahn's gaze, Burlingame rolled her shoulders, then headed out to meet the Black Hat.
Lyssa saw the other brunette coming and actually increased her pace, though rather than brazenly chest into the Ace she chose to angle left, which resulted in Sue doing the same so that they settled into a slowly tightening circle. Hands raised to near shoulder level, Zahn curled her right into a fist and offered it to the champ, who returned the gesture in short order.
“Respect for how you handled The Brat.” Lyssa said, her voice uncharacteristically sincere. “She's needed a spanking for a LONG time. But I didn't survive fifty-seven minutes of hell in that Fatal Four-Way just to challenge you, Ace. I mean to kick your ass, even if that turns Susie Four-Times into Susie One & Done. No hard feelings.”
“World Title's up for grabs, Lys.” the Rainmaker answered with hesitation. “There may be no hard feelings now, but let's tussle a little and see if that changes. I know I'd be mad as hell if I won a show-stealer like that Four Way, then lost to a single opponent.” Sue smiled a little wider, offered the Social Media Superstar a wink. “Not that there's any shame in losing to the best, of course.”
Their outstretched fingers were almost touching now, had in fact brushed against one another a few times during the previous exchange, but now Zahn took a step back and set her feet. “Oh, I think I can promise you a pretty shameful loss, champ.” she chided. “That is, if you've got the nerve to accept.” No more words from the challenger, she simply raised her right hand with palm pointed toward the heiress in an undeniable invitation.
“Oh honey.” Burlingame answered in a tone that wondered how Lyssa would ever doubt her accepting the offer. With one half of the Test locked in, Sue raised her other hand high and cooed, “I hope you wore fresh knee-pads tonight because they are gonna take some hard miles tonight.”
Zahn pressed her palm to Burlingame's, let their fingers lock and just like their their arms went from twelve to three and nine respectively, the pair of brunettes going in hard with the Test of Strength! “Knee-pads are gonna be pristine when this is all said and done, Ace.” Lys promised as she tried to force the veteran's arms back at an increasingly sharp angle. “Not that anyone will be paying attention to those when I've got that big gold belt hoisted over my head. Your make-up though, your fans might wonder where it went until they find it smeared all over the seat of my briefsSSRRRGGHHH!”
Sue went up on tiptoe and jerked the challenger's hands down to six o'clock while simultaneously bending them backward to put more and more strain on Zahn's wrists! “What about your make-up, Lys? Burlingame asked while the challenger shifted her weight in an effort to spread out the pain. “I bet its sweat resistant, but can it handle the grind when I'm sitting on your face? And how's the tear rating? Does it break down after a little whimpering or can it survive full-on blubberGGGRRRHHHH!”
Zahn smacked her chest against Burlingame's, then yanked their knotted hands high overhead and went up on tiptoe while pressing down as hard as she could! Sue bared her teeth in pain and pushed back as hard as she could, resistance Lyssa answered by jostling in place to put more and more strain on her wrists! “My look's rated tuffer than anything your flat little ass could ever dish out, baby.” Lyssa promised as the other brunette's legs started to shiver. “Not that you're ever gonna get a chance to test it. You're gonna be too busy finding out if my briefs can really help exfoliate with just a little of your own sweat and tears!”
Sue shook her head 'no', but the champ's arms were trembling noticeably and she voiced an angry little cry when Zahn hit her with another hard chest bump before forcing her to one knee. “That's right, baby.” the TikTok Terror grinned. “Kneel. Kneel before Zah—”
Sue's other knee was damned close to the canvas, but it hadn't yet touched the canvas when the penitent grappler started to rise. “Nuh—not a chance, Lys.” Burlingame huffed over the roar of the crowd. “You want me to kneel? You're gonna have to work a lot harder than OOOFFFHHH!”
More than happy to follow through on the champ's demand, Zahn delivered a Broadside Kneelift across the heiress' tummy, then yanked her down into a snug Front Facelock! With Burlingame's noggin tucked beneath her left arm, Zahn slung the near arm across her shoulders, then grabbed a handful of the champ's waistband and muscled her directly overhea—NO!
Sue must've sensed what the Insta-gator had planned because she crunched in on herself and drove the point of her let knee into the crown of Zahn's skull with an audible THUNK! That shot forced Lyssa to put her down and once returned to terra firma the champ freed herself with a few quick jabs to the other brunette's midsection. A swift Back Kick dropped Zahn to one knee, which in turn prompted the Bankable Bombshell to back off a few steps. Right shoulder pointed toward the downed New Yorker, she hopped forward and lashed out with her right foot for a Basement Super Kic—TOO SLOW!
Lyssa caught the World Champ's ankle a few inches from her face, then slowly got to her feet with Sue balancing on the back of her plant foo— “EERGGH!” Lyssa halved her control over Burlingame's foot so she could deliver a quick elbow to the center of foe's exposed knee! Two more identical shots forced Sue to lean forward to better protect the vulnerable joint and that's when Zahn earned her first 'OOOOOOOOH!' of the night by SLAPPING the Ace across the mouth as hard as she could!
Sue's head snapped back in a toss of dark hair only to lock in on the challenger half a heartbeat later. “Oh, don't look at me like that, beeyotch.” Zahn chided. “You're not out here to bump knuckles, you want to slap faces and kick ass, so don't get snotty when I beat you to the—” Sue could've tried for a swat of her own, instead she sprang off her plant foot and whipped it at the challenger's skull! The Enzugiri would've clapped Lyssa across the temple if she'd been half a second slower, but the brunette ducked just in time which meant Burlingame twisted around and landed on her palms and one kne—CRAAACK!
The Snap Chat Siren released her grip on the other woman's ankle and lunged forward with a double-barreled overhand SLAP to the glutes that shot her yelping opposition up on tiptoe! Lyssa claimed a Waistlock immediately thereafter, the determined challenger gouging knotted fists into the Ace's tummy even as she dipped low and popped her hips for a huge Release German Suplex that sent Burlingame flipping ass over teakett—NO!
Sue curled into a ball and rolled with the momentum to land on her feet directly behind the now prone Lyssa. As of yet unaware of the champ's safe landing, the Black Hat sat up and promptly forgot where she parked when Burlingame stepped up and THWHACKED a vicious Roundhouse offa the side of her head!
BASEMENT ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=msLH8VNCexY
Zahn slopped to one side, then rolled onto her stomach and started to fight to one knee just fast enough to convince Sue to forego a cover. Instead she backed toward the ropes directly in front of the other brunette and threw herself into 'em with enough force to ensure a nice little boost for her return trip. Closing on Lyssa in the blink of an eye, Sue hopped up and braced her left foot on the post of Zahn's right thigh even as she laced her hands across the back of the New Yorker's aching noggin. Bringing her right leg up 'n around in the next instant, Burlingame went with the momentum and landed on her back in relative comfort while Lyssa was pulled down onto stomach with the heiress' stems locked around her head and right arm in a beautiful Triangle Choke!
SHINING TRIANGLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d235bxYcMBs
“HHHRRRRGGGHHHHH!” Lyssa pushed up on her toes and shoved forward while also throwing left after left into the champ's ribs just above her right hip! Burlingame grimaced but made no effort to thwart the other woman's resistance, rather she took a second to grab hold of her own right ankle to ensure that leg was drawn as tight as possible. Once that was confirmed it was back to Lyssa's hair, Sue treating herself to a greedy double handful so she could pull as hard as possible while wrenching Zahn's head this way and that. “HAIR!” Lyssa barked at Nick Castle, who hovered close to the action. “Bitch is pulling hair!”
“C'mon Sue, you know better than that.” the ref admonished. Sue did and so she relinquished the illegal hold, not that it meant any great improvement for the Black Hat. Indeed she fumed even harder when Burlingame flicked the tip of her nose, then took it between thumb and forefinger for a teasing twist! “Don't you dare complain to him again, Lissie.” she warned with an icy smile. “You want to slap me across the mouth before you slap my ass? You know you're begging for the full Ace experience. You got complaints? Take 'em up with—”
She would've said 'me' if Zahn hadn't dropped to her knees and clambered forward, the pink-clad beauty stacking the first ever four-time FAWN World Champ on her shoulders for...
ONE...
TWO...
Sue thrust her hips up and rolled to one side to force Zahn to do the same, an adjustment that broke the cover without breaking the Triangle! “C'mon, you're not done already are you?” Burlingame halved her grip on Zahn's wrist so she could muss the challenger's hair. “All that bad bitch talk about slapping faces and asses, that's not gonna look like much if you just go to sleep right here!”
Lyssa growled, tried to catch Sue's wrist with her free hand, then cursed aloud when the champ swatted it away and followed it up by flicking the other wrestler's forehead half a dozen times! “Not gonna stack me up, cutie.” Sue went back to the two-handed grip and jostled her hips to remind Zahn of the crotch-to-chin proximity. “If you want out you'll have to wrestle for it or crawl on your bellrrrrggghhhhh...oh bitch, is that how this is gonna go?”
Zahn didn't answer with words, instead she draaaaaaaaaaaagged the talon of her left hand across the length of the Ace's right thigh once, twice, three more times. Then she flattened it into a paddle and SLAPPED the scored flesh hard enough to make the heiress bare her teeth. Quick to clock that snarled response to the slap, Zahn locked eyes with the other brunette and continued to swat as hard as she could. “Or I could just tear my way out.” she huffed. “A pampered ass like yours? You're never gonna put it on the li—WHOOAAAHHHHRRRGGGHH!”
Burlingame rolled from her side to her knees, a shift that put Lyssa on her back in what was effectively a mounted Figure Four Headscissors. “Oh, you're turning so red!” Sue chided the rasping grappler. “Is that from oxygen deprivation from the Triangle? Or humiliation over the fact that I'm going to put you away in under five min—FUCK!”
Zahn wasn't gonna get pinned with Burlingame's calf snugged in against the base of her neck, but she wasn't gonna last much longer with the Rainmaker sitting on her throat either. To that end she kicked her legs up, slipped 'em over Sue's biceps and then popped her hips to bring the champ down with an impromptu Sunset Flip! Castle noted the pin at once and dove in beside his charges to count...
ONE...
TWO...
Burlingame popped the lock on the Triangle so she could roll clear of the cover and scramble to verticality with a full second to spare! The Pintrest Pin-Up wasn't too far behind, but enduring the submission had slowed her down a bit, which meant she was still straightening up when the Rainmaker strode up behind her and CRAAACKED a huge Overhand Bitch Slap between her shoulders!
“GAH SHIT!” Lyssa lurched forward, dropped to one knee and stood right back up only for the eldest Burlingame to pounce on her back, Sue threading her left leg over Zahn's left thigh in the span between heartbeats. In the same breath she leaned across the challenger's back, threaded her left arm beneath Lyssa's right arm and stood up straight to craaaaaaaaaaaaankher left flank against that encroaching knee while simultaneously stretching her right side at a gawd-awful angle.
“Slappin' me pretty hard a little earlier, Lis.” Burlingame huffed as she poured it on with the Abdominal Stretch. Almost drew blood with those sharp little claws of yours. Not to mention those slaps. You know that doesn't feel good, right?”
“Can't take it?” Zahn flipped Castle off mid-sass so she wouldn't have to waste any breath on his stupid questions. “Tap out and I'll handle all the challenges that come with being a World ChampNNNNGGGHHHH!”
'WOOOOOO's!' from those assembled when Burlingame raised her right hand high and brought it CRAAACKING down on Zahn's exposed abs no less than half a dozen times! After that she shifted from paddle to spade and dug deep into that tawny midriff, the Ace more than happy to leave welts on Lyssa's tummy as payment for those on her thigh and flank.
“You don't know anything about being World Champion.” Sue told the challenger. “I'm sure you love the idea of it, but that doesn't mean you're capable of rrrrrhhhhhhhhh!”
Zahn's right arm might've been wrenched at a nasty angle, but she still managed to snatch hold of Burlingame's hair and pull hard enough to make her look toward the rafters with watering eyes! “Oh I don't know, I think I'd be a pretty good World Champ.” Zahn hissed. “I'm a better wrestler than Braddock and I'm a better showoff than you, so there's no reason I can't carry this company for a whiOOOOOWWW FAAAHK!”
Sue pinched Lyssa's navel between thumb and forefinger to make the other brunette yelp, then reached behind her back and locked her hands in a S-grip that put even more strain on the Abdominal Stretch. “You're right, Lis.” the heiress murmured as dueling 'TAP!' and 'PLEASE DON'T!' chants rose from those on the other side of the guardrail. “As far as I can tell, there's only one person standing between you and a World Championship. Unfortunately it happens to be me.”
Seeing the strain etched across Zahn's face, Nick Castle stepped up to the action once more, only to stop when Lyssa raised the familiar middle fin—“EEEERRRRRHHHH!”
Sue puuuuuuuuuuulled back on the Abdominal Stretch hard enough to make Lyssa cry out in anguish before she snapped her jaw shut. “You don't quit? That's fine. That's admirable. It's what a World Champion would do.” Burlingame growled at the challenger. “Know what she wouldn't do? Flip off the referee like a snot-nosed sophomore. So next time he asks, you're going to answer like the champ you want to be. Understood?”
“Duuuuhhh... don't fuckin' lecture me, rich girl.”Lyssa started gouging her left elbow into Burlingame's thigh in an effort to slip the torturous hold. “I'll do this however I damned well pleaaAAAAAAAAHHHHH FAHK!”
Sue freed her right hand and promptly slapped Zahn's vulnerable tummy as hard as she could before securing a white-knuckled Claw! “Do what? Tap out like the coolest girl in the room? That's all I see outta you, Lyssa Zahn! A lot of big talk and a lot of coming up short when it actually NGH! NGH! NGH!”
The Social Media Superstar kept smashing her elbow into Burlingame's left thigh until she felt the strain on her torso start to fade. Only then did she gnash her teeth and twist her hips as hard as she could, the challenger breaking the Abdominal Stretch with a desperation Hip Toss that flung the Ace onto her ba—NO! Sue planted her right hand on the canvas to twirl through a one-handed cartwheel that brought her back to boot-leather a short distance away amidst cacophonous cheers for the FAWNatics!
Lyssa's recovery wasn't nearly so elegant, indeed the challenger looked downright shopworn was she backpedaled into the strands with one arm strapped across her welted midsection.
Taking a moment to adjust her togs and smooth back her hair, Sue put her hands on her hips and said, “Stop hugging the ropes, baby. You want the gold? It's out here in the deep wa—” Raucous cheers from the Zahn contingent when their heroine silenced the Rainmaker with a pair of middle fingers.
“Deep water is the least of your problems, rich girl.” she taunted. “Nose deep, however, that'll be a pressing concern before the match is over. And I do intend to press it all up in your smarmy fa—”
Burlingame charged and Zahn stepped forward to meet her only to double over and thrust her left shoulder into the heiress' midsection! Bracing both hands against Sue's thighs even as the other brunette doubled over, Lyssa straightened up and shot her arms high overhead to fling the startled Ace over the top rope with a gorgeous Back Body Dro—NOT QUITE!
Sue caught the rubber-coated steel in both hands and pulled herself into an acrobatic landing on the apron that she had approximately no time to savor because Zahn whipped around on the spot and fired a Haymaker at the champ's sku—NO! Sue blocked it with her left forearm and immediately countered with a snappy High Kick that THWHACKED the side of Lyssa's noggin!
The TikTok Terror stumbled back on contact, stepping in fence-post holes while Burlingame redoubled her grip on the top rope and launched herself into a gorgeous springbo—Zahn rushed forward and kicked the rope out from under the Ace's feet, causing her to plummet into a nauseating landing that saw her folded in half around the taut strand!
A gagging Rainmaker was bounced up and in, an awkward sort of tumble that saw her land flat on her back with an unpleasant THWHUMP! Lyssa was in perfect position to go for a cover but instead she snatched a handful of hair and dragged the other brunette to verticality. A simple Kneelift to the gut followed, Burlingame more than happy to double over so Zahn could hunker down and wrap both arms around her midsection. Knotted hands grinding against opposing tummy, Lyssa treated her prey to a hard squeeze, then hauled her upside down just to drop to one knee and THUMP the heiress down atop the post of her right thigh!
GUTWRENCH GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y2yJJxgZxCo
Sue gurgled and kicked her feet but she couldn't roll away from the landing because Zahn kept her right arm looped across the champ's lower back. Though instinct told her to pour on as much punishment as quickly as possible, Lyssa's pride demanded satisfaction for the slights she'd endured over the last few minutes which was why she made a show of raising her left hand and brazenly liiiiiiicking it from the heel of her palm to the tip of her index finger. Already loud, the FAWNatics threatened to blow the roof off the arena when the challenger went to town on the brunette's defenseless cheeks, Lyssa just SPANKING the holy hell out of Burlingame's buns until the ache in her shoulder grew too loud to ignore.
Only then did she re-secure the Gutwrench and stand up with Sue dangling in her grasp. Quick to wheel around to each side of the ring as she moved well away from the ropes, Zahn got some impressed 'oooooohhh's!' when she muscled her burden from hip level to her shoulders in a single smooth motion. Wheeling around on her heels in what could've been an Airplane Spin if she'd kept it up for a few more rotations, Lyssa abruptly ground to a halt, then dipped down and shoved the champ off her shoulders. Laying out in her back immediately thereafter, the Black Hat pulled both knees snug against her chest to ensure a most unpleasant landing for the Bankable Bombshell. There was a THUMP followed by an 'OOOFFFFHH!” as Sue landed atop her foe's shins and bounced away in a rasping, thrashing sprawl.
DOUBLE KNEE GUSTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H4NmzINm8Uo
She'd just come to a stop on her right side when Zahn tugged her onto her back and smooshed out even more air with a miniature Splash en route to hooking the far leg in a snug cradle. Castle was there in a blink, the Senior Official quite literally diving into action to count the...
ONE...
TWO...
Burlingame kicked out not quite simultaneous with 'TWO' but not close enough to 'THREE' to call it a near-fall.
Lyssa didn't even give the ref a dirty look, she only had eyes (ok, hands too) for the Ace as she snatched a double fistful of hair and hauled her to boot-leather. “Breathe deep while you can, Susie.” Zahn murmured in the heiress' ear after she'd switched over to a more rules-appropriate Wristlock. “You're gonna want to let those butterflies in your stomach loose before the screaming gets much louder.”
“Whu...why?” Burlingame huffed. “Hearing you sob against my ass makes the butterflies all tinglHHRRRGGHH!”
Lyssa drove Sue back on her heels with a short Shoulderblock, then stepped off and reeled her into a heavy Kneelift to the gut! Then she backed off again, dropped a shoulder and hurled the Rainmaker into the opposite corner where she hit the buckles with a low, evil BWUUUNG! The Social Media Superstar was prepared for Burlingame to shuffle away from the impact or drop flat on her ass, so she was quite pleased when Sue draped her arms over the top rope to remain upright.
Very much aware that she'd deposited the other wrestler in the corner holding her phone, Zahn backed up just to throw herself forward, the New York native picking up an undeniable head of steam in the brief span required to cross the squared circle. Taking to the sky from only a few feet out, Lyssa SMASHED every bit of her hundred and thirty-so pounds into Burlingame's tawny frame courtesy a tummy on tits Avalanche Splash!
The landing put Zahn's feet on the bottom rope and she instinctively reached around the champ to grab her phone only to draw back at the last instant. “Shot's not quite right yet.” she explained to the gasping Ace. “Gonna need a better angle.”
With that in mind she hopped down from the mount and peeled Sue out of buckles just far enough to slip an arm between her thighs. Such a set-up could've led to the Tree of Woe or plenty other unpleasant arrangements, so folks were only mildly surprised when Zahn stretched her prey out on the second strand so that Sue was supported across her back and calves respectively. Satisfied with her arrangements thus far, Lyssa got in close and took command of her phone, much to the delight of her followers.
“Mid-match update, people!” she shouted over the din of the arena. “Susie here thinks she can stretch a submission out of me, but as you can see, all she's really done is left dainty little handprints all over my abs! I think it's about time I showed this brat how to play the Zahnlyphone, don't you?”
Switching the gadget to her left hand, Lyssa held it near tummy level so the mic would pick up everything once she started dishing out slap after slap after slap after SLAP!
Stretched awkwardly on her rubber-coated steel bier, Sue tried to cover her stinging midsection as best she could, but Lyssa only brushed her defenses aside. No real relief was forthcoming until Nick hurried over and said, “Ok, Lyssa. Let's get it out of the corner, ok?”
Better idea.” the brunette countered. “You hold this so I can keep the feed going with two free hands.”
Castle protested at once, but this didn't stop Zahn from stuffing the phone into his hands. And damned if the zebra didn't keep recording when the X-traordinary Woman curled both hands into talons and grabbed a double handful of Burlingame belly!
“BITCH!” Sue wailed. “GET AWAY FROM ME, I'M IN THE ROPNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Lyssa interrupted with the sort of callous Overhand Bitch Slap her own abs had endured earlier, though she did in fact back off afterward. “Keep filming!” she ordered Nick in the midst of stomping to mid-ring. “Otherwise your Rate-a-Ref ranking goes straight to hell.”
Castle didn't really want that, so he acquiesced to the brunette's demands by keeping her center frame even when she rushed back to the corner and hopped into a landing on the middle rope. Gripping the top strand in both hands, the challenger leapt up just to twist around and drop down full force with a Zahn Bomb that THWHUMPED the pit of her foe's stomach!
TURNBUCKLE-DRAPED ZAHN BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gcIgd3h7Yw
The gut-churning power of Lyssa's posterior smashed Burlingame offa her makeshift altar and left the four time World Champ in a slumped seat with the bottom turnbuckle pressed between her shoulders.
Elsewhere the Black Hat plucked her phone from Castle's grasp and signed off after wink to her loyal followers. “Not bad for an amateur, Castle.” Zahn noted as she slipped the gadget into the elastic band around her right bicep. “A bit of training and I might just put you on my production team.”
“I think I'll keep my day job.” Nick said without missing a beat. “I'm sure they offer better dental. Now how about you get her out of the corner?”
But Lyssa, who was already strolling toward the far side of ring, only waggled an index finger at the ref. “I don't think so, bub. You didn't even have to count during that last beatdown. Means I've still got some time to impose my will wherever I damned well please!”
Castle could've argued the point but didn't, choosing instead to save his breath for when it really mattered. And it wasn't like Zahn was burning a lot of time playing to the crowd. She reached the far corner in a matter of seconds, then climbed onto the second turnbuckle and immediately hopped off / twisted around to hit the ground running! The Burlingame Backers tried to urge their queen out of harm's way, alas she was still sucking wind after that first wrecking ball Zahn Bomb and things only deteriorated when the challenger whipped around and SMASHED her buns against the Ace's face courtesy a massive Running Hip Attack!
CORNER HIP ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F2rvcJnN_0g
Lyssa bounced away from the collision with both arms raised overhead in a jaunty 'V', the New Yorker clearly reveling in her domination following the champion's aggressive start. Putting both hands on her hips after she'd fluffed her hair, Zahn glanced over one shoulder and smirked at the beleaguered Ace. “Makeup's doing a pretty good job, Susie. Knew a rich girl like you wouldn't bother with the cheap stuff. Still. I wonder how much it can take? And poor Nick hasn't even had a chance to count—”
Cheers from the Rainmaker's supporters when she treated Zahn to the same defiant index fingers she'd seen from the challenger earlier in the fight. “You know that drab ass can't get the job done.” Burlingame grunted. “That's why you haven't even tried for a pinNOOOFFFHH!”
Getting flipped off didn't bother Lyssa in the slightest, but hearing the brat call her ass drab? That got her blood boiling and she made Sue pay for the slight by smashing her skull against the buckles with a second Hip Attack, only this time she grabbed the top rope in both hands and thrust her buns backward, the Snap Chat Siren simultaneously smiling and snarling as she worked those dangerous hips in increasingly rough figure eights! The Stink Face was one of about half a dozen maneuvers that had a permanent 'generous count' according to FAWN brass, so Nick gave the Black Hat a slow internal 'FIVE' before she stepped in and said, “Get her out of the corner, Lyssa. For real this time.”
Zahn nodded earnestly and ground a little harder (just as he'd known she would) so the Senior Official raised a hand and tolled off, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Lyssa ended it without comment, though she did snatch hold of her rival's ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaaag her away from the buckles caveman style. Only stopping when the heiress was well clear of the ropes, Zahn yanked her foe's legs upright in a 'V', then backed up and sat down full weight on Burlingame's face, those vaunted features buried in a New York ass-valanche! Trapping Sue's legs beneath her armpits even as the audience leapt out of their seats, Lyssa nodded along with the cheers of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Smothered or not, the Rainmaker still had enough life left in her to brace both hands against the challenger's cheeks and shove 'em away with half a second to spare!
“How's that ass taste, Susie?” Zahn barked down at the champ as she 'flicked' her bottoms back into place. “You're sure suckin' air like you're ready for more!”
Burlingame didn't answer as quick as the Insta-gator would've liked, so Lys flattened a hand out and SLAPPED her opponent's belly just because she could! That got Sue flopped over onto her stomach and while the brunette already had her next move decided, there was a bit of presentation to deal with first. To that end she got to her feet, slipped her phone from the armband and fired up another stream.
“Nothing against the FAWN camera crew.” she told the world. “But they can't bring you angles like this.” She popped the little kickstand built into the back of case and set it down on the canvas several feet removed from the wounded Bombshell. Dropping onto her stomach just long enough to confirm the angle was good, Lyssa popped right back up and stalked over to Burlingame's feet. “STF tutorial here, people.” Lyssa explained as she helped herself to the heiress' ankles and tumbled her onto her stomach. “Don't bother critiquing my technique, it's flawless and everyone knows it.”
From there Zahn doubled down on Sue's right ankle, letting her left leg tumble to the deck even as she threaded her right leg around the other brunette's calf and settled / dropped into a heavy sprawl on Burlingame's back. Doing so wrenched the Ace's trapped knee at a painful angle and the predicament only grew worse when Lyssa secured a G-grip across the champ's chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaanked her head back at an increasingly nasty angle!
STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FSeLTc6xYQ
“Don't give up too fast, now.” the Black Hat murmured as she fought to bend Burlingame to her will. “I'm sure all your fans will watch this hoping against hope that you'll hang in there, so why not give them a good show before you start cry—” Lyssa's voice trailed off when Sue braced her elbows against the mat and dragged their combined weight several inches closer to the ropes.
“Trying to be nice about this, Susie.” Zahn sounded anything but nice as the other wrestler continued her slow, painful progress. “I thought we could just wrestle it out, but if you want me to torture you, I can do that too.”
“Hrrrhhhhhh...I already had your flat ass in my face a few times, Lissie.” Burlingame grunted. “You really think you can inflict worsRRRRGGGHHHHHHHH!”
Zahn switched from the S-grip to a one-handed Chinlock that didn't apply as much pressure, but did leave the challenger's left hand free to pinch Sue's nose and twist it as hard as she could! “Ask her.” Lyssa told Nick Castle when she noticed the ref closing in. “That prissy, nasal whine will make for a great text ale—oh bitch, don't even think about—fuck you!”
Sue'd kept on crawling despite the mangling twist and while the ropes were close, Lyssa's phone was even closer. So rather than search for a break in the strands, she pulled herself to within reach of the phone, snatched it up and tossed it out onto the floor!
Think you're clever, bitch?” Zahn disengaged from the STF only to catch hold of Sue's wrists as she got to her feet. “This is what clever gets against me.” The pink-clad battler planted her left foot between Sue's shoulders and pulled hard enough to make the Rainmaker yowl, but rather than ask for another submission she raised that foot and stomped down just as she let loose of Burlingame's wrists!
CURB STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-q0EAEtyJg
The Curb Stomp THWHUNKED Sue's forehead into the canvas and left her stretched out helpless so many FAWNatics thought Zahn would go for a quick cover. Instead she slipped out through the ropes and spent a couple seconds looking for the phone Burlingame had so callously thrown aside. “Sorry about that, folks.” she said while dusting off the screen. Let this be a lesson, never leave your phone where a toddler can get at it.”
Ending the feed with a smirk, she snapped it back into her armband and hopped onto the apron. She'd expected Sue to be down and out cradling her head, but damned if the Bankable Bombshell hadn't rolled to the middle of the ring and fought to one knee. Quickly noting a better angle for her next approach, Lys dropped to the floor and hustled around the corner en route to a vantage point directly behind the recovering Ace.
A return to the apron grew into an ascent to the high rent district, Lyssa rising to her full height a few seconds before Sue did the same. Pleased by what she saw in the 'frame' created by her thumbs and forefingers, Zahn straightened up and took flight once Burlingame turned around, the Social Media Superstar flying in like a copyright strike outta nowhere with a Missile Dropkick aimed square at Burlingame's—NO!
Sue couldn't get out of the way but she could step back and that's exactly what she did, the Rainmaker creating just enough separation so that Lyssa THWHAMMED down flat on her back! Those dangerous stems popped up on impact and Sue collected one in each hand before stretching the challenger's stems in a wide 'V'. “You post fail compilations sometimes, right, baby?” the Ace huffed as she stepped through with her right foot and planted it beside the stunned brunette's left hip. “Because holy shit, do you have a hot new contender!”
No response from Zahn was she was still sucking wind after that painful landing, so Sue just blew her a kiss before crisscrossing the New Yorker's thighs atop her encroaching right leg. Crouching a bit once she'd wedged Lyssa's right foot beneath her right armpit, Sue flattened out her right hand and reached down just to SMACK Lyssa's cheek a few times. Zahn managed to swat her hand away, but that was about all the defense she could muster and it wasn't nearly enough to prevent Burlingame from turning her over onto her stomach and sitting down hard, the Ace smashing Lyssa's glutes with her own courtesy of a Sharpshooter locked in tight in the middle of the ring!
SHARPSHOOTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2bUVlkWvepM
“AAAAARRRRRHHHHHH FUCKIN' SHIT!” Zahn bellowed in agonized fury as Sue leeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaned into the hold to put more and more strain on her knees and lower back.
“Ask her.” Burlingame said to Castle after a quick glance in the Senior Official's direction. “That sounds like the whimper of a chick that's realized she's not ready for the top spo—”
“Fuck you, rich girl!” Zahn twisted her hips and reached backward with one hand in hopes of grabbing hold of the heiress' hair, but she didn't even brush the end of Sue's braid before the champ bounced hard on her seat, that trio of miniature Butt Bombs forcing Lyssa to slam a frustrated fist against the mat instead!
“I'm sorry, what was that?” Burlingame's tone was caustically impertinent as she rebuilt her own reserves at the cost of Lyssa's legs and back. “You wanna use that kind of language against me, you better be crawling for the ropes at the very least. Because girls who just wail in the middle of the ring aren't entitled to a goddamned thi—”
The TikTok Terror loathed playing into the Ace's demands, but she knew damned well that the veteran wouldn't abandon the Sharpshooter unless she was forced to do so. To that end she set her palms against the canvas and pushed up far enough to create a couple inches of precious separation between her torso and the canvas. This new arrangement actually put more pressure on her lower back, but Zahn grit her teeth and started to drag their combined weight closer to the ropes.
Burlingame didn't try to stop the challenger's progress though she managed to earn her eternal ire by swishing her buns back and forth across the New Yorker's hapless glutes, a show of dominance that earned the Viral Sensation the only attention she didn't crave. Shaking her head 'no' as the numbness at the center of her back slowly spread outward, Zahn reached out with her left hand and cursed under her breath upon realizing she was still several inches shy of relief. Steeling herself for the last leg of this hellish trip, Lyssa— “UUGGGGHH!”
Sensing her adversary was off balance, Burlingame reached back with her left hand, grabbed hold of Lyssa's right wrist and yanked it away so that Zahn went down flat on her chest and belly! “That's both legs and one arm that belong to me now, Lyssa.” the Rainmaker said to her snared rival. “You want what I have? You want the world to call you the best? Then find a way out. And if you can't? Slap that mat and get your ass to the back of the line.”
“They'll put me on a stretcher before I fucking tap out.” Lyssa sneered even as the Burlingame Backers chanted 'TAP! TAP! TAP!'
Drawing on a desire to play spoiler that was second only to her desire to win the big gold belt, Zahn gouged her right elbow into the mat and resumed her march to the strands. A distance of less than a foot seemed to take forever, yet in all it was only ten more seconds before the Insta-gator reached out and grabbed the bottom rope in a death-grip. “Break it.” she snarled at the champion. “Break it right now, I'm in the fucking ropes.”
Lyssa thought Sue would milk it for a count (that's what she would've done if their positions were reversed, after all.) but damned if Burlingame didn't relinquish the Sharpshooter and head for the middle of the squared circle where she set about tending to her own substantial collections of aches and pains.
As for the challenger, she dragged herself out onto the apron, pressed a hand to the small of her back and tried not to blubber with the relief of it all. Eventually her brain registered Castle droning something about getting it back in the ring so Lyssa reached up, grabbed the middle rope and used it to clamber all the way back to verticality.
“There you are!” Sue chirped as the other brunette mopped a forearm across her brow. “Had me worried there for a second, 'Zahn Quits' was starting to crop up all over my fe—”
“The fuck it was.” Lyssa interrupted. “We both know your feed is nothing but tips on absentee parenting and clips from ten years ago when you were still rele—”
Sue wasn't about to take that sort of sass from a bitch hiding on the apron so she stormed straight at the challenger and started throwing hands the instant she was in range! Zahn didn't shy away from the brawl, indeed she grabbed a handful of the heiress' hair and went to work with some punches of her own!
“All right, all right, enough of this hockey fight bullshit!” Nick barked after several seconds went by with no easing of hostilities. “Open those hands and lets get this back in the ring!”
The words were still coming out of his mouth when Zahn threw off the pace by skewering the other wrestler's midsection with a quick Kneelift! Sue's hands dropped on instinct and the Black Hat made her pay for it with a Headbutt that connected between the World Champion's eyes! Sue stumbled backward with both hands pressed to her face while Lyssa snatched hold of the top rope in both hands. Waiting just long enough for the woozy Ace to put some distance between them, Zahn leapt onto her perch and immediately took flight again, the pink-clad challenger pivoting ninety degrees in mid-air to THWHAP across Sue's chest in a gorgeous Springboard Crossbody that took both brunettes to the dec—NO!
Burlingame's legs kicked up and over when she hit the mat, the heiress rolling through the impact to clamber to one knee with the TikTok Terror squirming in place! On her feet immediately thereafter, Sue genuflected just to drive a knee into Zahn's flank before she stood back up and 'hupped' the gasping battler onto her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry! Already grinning as she stamped back to the middle of the ring, Burlingame torqued her hips left, then snapped back to the right to sling Lyssa off her shoulders, the other brunette stretching out behind her like a banner of surrender that Sue tethered with a Three Quarters Facelock before going to one knee to spike Lyssa's forehead with the Ace of Spades—NOT SO FAST!
Zahn must've known what the champ had planned for her because she laid her hands one on top of the other and got them between her face and Sue's knee so she could push offa the bony joint rather than meet in headfirst! The deflection ensured she landed on her feet (albeit awkwardly) while Sue remained on one knee. It wasn't much of a lead, but it was all the Insta-gator needed to rush forward and THWHACK her right foot against the side of Sue's skull with a Single-Leg Dropkick!
Burlingame went down on her ass, rolled over to all fours and would've stayed there for at least a second or two to clear her head if Zahn hadn't buried both hands in the Rainmaker's hair and hauled her to boot-leather. “You're just not as good as you used to be, Ace.” Lyssa chided Burlingame as she threaded her right arm between the other wrestler's thighs and muscled her up into a Fireman's Carry identical to the one she'd so recently escaped. “But me? I'm still getting better. And that's bad fucking news for your title reigNGH!NGH! NGH!”
Burlingame could feel the Meme Generator coming and wasn't about to go out that way so she crooked her right arm into a 'V' and just blasted her elbow into Zahn's left cheekbone over and over again! Credit the tenacity of Lyssa Zahn, she stumbled under the ferocity of Burlingame's resistance but she would not abandon the Fireman's Carry. Knowing she couldn't land her finish while using her left arm to guard against those damned elbows, the Social Media Superstar abruptly pressed that hand to Sue's chest, then pushed her up and out while dropping onto her butt to THAWHAMthe Bankable Bombshell down flat on her face, chest, and belly!
FIREMAN'S CARRY SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7WcfIXQQnnA
The Fireman's Carry Sit-Out Facebuster bounced Sue over onto her back and the challenger was quick to capitalize by sliding forward and planting the full weight of her backside on Burlingame's forehead with a Reverse Face Sit! Sue's legs kicked up, the veteran instinctively trying to clamp onto Lyssa's head or torso, unfortunately the New Yorker snatched hold of both limbs and stuffed them beneath her armpits to keep Sue shoulders down, ass up through a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Burlingame bucked her rider at the last possible second, the dramatic near-fall earning a roar from the crowd that Lyssa didn't much appreciate.
Bound and determined to get every one of them back on her side, she stomped over to the penitent heiress and reached down to grab a handful of hair only to shift south and snatch her waistband instead. “Up.” Lyssa ordered as she jerked the makeshift handle from side to side. “C'mon champ, don't make me tell you twice.”
Sue did as commanded, though she looked far from pleased by sawing encroachment of her traitorous trunks. Lyssa on the other hand looked nothing but pleased with herself when she dipped down and stuffed her head beneath the other brunette's left arm. Quick to wrap her right arm around Burlingame's midsection, Zahn gathered her reserves and boosted the Ace up onto her shoulder to better show off those wedgied buns to the whole crowd. Five, then ten seconds ticked off, the FAWNatics tolling every one before the Snap Chat Siren swung to face the hard camera and slung Sue back the way she'd came while dropping to one knee to THWUMP the champ's cheeks with a massive Atomic Drop!
Sue wailed and shot up on tiptoe, both hands flying to her tailbone as she tried to walk (or rather, stagger) off the pain. No staggering for Lyssa, she blasted past Burlingame on the right and went straight for the ropes dead ahead of the discombobulated Rainmaker. An audible TWANG announced her return, though it didn't speak nearly so loud as the Lariat Lyssa loaded up and unleashed, the New Yorker lashing out like she meant to send Sue's head into the lower bow—NO!
Burlingame threw herself backward in a handspring that had Zahn lashing through the spot occupied by the champ's jaw half a heartbeat prior! Whipping around on her heel even as the heiress completed her evasion, Lyssa lunged forward with claws extended and—ROARS from the FAWNatics when the Rainmaker caught Zahn's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on her back to THAWHAM the Black Hat down flat on her face, chest, and belly courtesy a where the hell did that come from?' Ace Crusher!
HANDSPRING TO ACE CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2BMzitt1u2o
The move hit so fast that Lyssa bounced to all fours and stayed there, the sturdy brunette just as stunned as everyone else by the split-second reversal. Unfortunately for the challenger, the only person in the building not stunned by recent events was the woman who'd initiated them. Indeed the eldest Burlingame sister looked utterly unfazed as she plunged her hands into Zahn's hair and hauled her upright.
Catching hold of Lyssa's right wrist, the champ twisted around behind her adversary and used the makeshift Hammerlock to march her to the center of the squared circle. In the same instant she pressed her left hand to right side of Lyssa's head and used it to spin her around and down into a Standing Headscissors that also kept Zahn's right arm wrenched behind her back. Once that was done, the Bankable Bombshell reached down and hooked her left arm behind the Social Media Superstar's right knee, all the better to yank it off the mat in a snug Cradle. With no less than three hooks sunk very deep, Sue offered a wink to the hard camera before she dipped down and hoisted her burden upside down, Zahn packaged nice and tight on display for the whole world to admire until the champ kicked her legs forward and dropped to her butt, Sue just THWHUMPING Lyssa down on the back of her head and shoulders!
SPIRIT CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EsGeYdhPnQ
The Spirit Crusher popped Lyssa out of Sue's grasp, but she was still within easy reach as evidenced by how quickly the champ swung a leg across and climbed aboard, the crowd getting even louder Burlingame buried the competition in bronzed buttock! Boots already snugged in tight against the side of her foe's skull, Sue leaned forward and hooked Lyssa's left leg in a Half Matchbook that put the Insta-gator's own glutes on display while she fluffed her hair and Nick Castle counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Burlingame celebrated the CLANG with a sporty bicep flex and a satisfied smirk emphasized by the Announcer's confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion... SUE BURLINGAME!”
Castle came over with the belt and offered it to the winner, but she waved him off for the moment. “Not quite yet, Nick.” she cranked Lyssa's captured leg back and brazenly SLAPPED the challenger's hapless buns. “This one ended so fast I don't think she realized what happened. That doesn't seem fair, does it?”
The Ace didn't wait for an answer before spreading her knees a little wider so she could sweep her crotch up and down the other brunette's mumbling features.
The Senior Official sighed, but didn't try to change Burlingame's mind. Instead he said, “Don't take it too far, Sue. Making statements is fine, but you don't need any more enemies.” “Oh, she can leave whenever she's ready.” Sue spoke to the zebra, though her words were solely for Zahn. All she's gotta do is treat my ass with a little more respect than she showed it between the bells. Hear that, Lys?” she flattened her free hand into a paddle and swatted Zahn's cheeks half a dozen times. “Just a nice little love tap will get you outta there.”
Zahn, who'd started to thrash when oxygen ran low, squealed and rocked from side to side, the infuriated grappler trying to buck Burlingame off even as she breathed in less and less. “GHEDHOFF!” she huffed up at the domineering Ace. “GHEDHOFFAMEEYOOBIDGEEEEERRRRRGGGHHHHH!”
Sue collected the New Yorker's other leg to make it a full Matchbook, then opened up a great deal more backside for punishment by hooking her thumbs into Zahn's leg-holes and yanking the lycra up in a vicious wedgie!
“Both hands!” Burlingame demanded when Lyssa started swatting the canvas with her left hand. “Both hands, slappin' these cheeks if you wanna breathe, Lyssa! Don't test me!”
Alas Zahn had tested the Rainmaker and came up short, which meant it was only a few more seconds until she did as bade, the challenger slapping out a disconsolate little ditty against those smothering buns.
Pleased with the results, Sue tossed those flailing legs aside, then treated the FAWNatics to a double bicep flex en route to regaining her feet. Gold slung over her shoulder shortly thereafter, Burlingame made a show of 'flicking' her distended bottoms back into her place while her shadow fell over the prone, exhausted form of Lyssa Zahn.
“Let this be a warning to anyone who wants to be at the front of the line.” the Ace told the camera a few seconds later. “Anyone wants a shot, its yours. But if you step up, you best be sure you're gonna walk away with this belt draped over your shoulder. Because if you don't?”
Sue raised a boot and set it down on Lyssa's tummy to earn one more pained gasp.
“You're gonna get stepped on. Or worse.”
With that, Sue swatted the golden face-plate of the World Title and held it aloft for all to see as the Red, White, & Bruised broadcast faded to black.
DO YOUR WORST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vx60Fsu-w9M
The speakers played both interrupter and spoiler by kicking into 'Do Your Worst', much to the delight of the throng assembled for Red, White, & Bruised. The noise grew even more cacophonous when the Viral Sensation blew through the curtain with her arms raised in a jaunty 'V'. Lest anyone think the brunette might mind her manners during a Main Event, she promptly turned to a huge LED display showing the World Champ and flipped it a brazen middle finger, all of it broadcast live to her hordes of followers.
LYSSA ZAHN:
“The time for talking is almost over, people.” Lyssa spoke to masses through her phone. “But not before I make this one thing crystal clear. Sue Burlingame! You are one of the baddest bitches to ever step foot in that ring and you've sat at the top spot in my 'Moms I'd Love to Fight' list since its inception. I respect you more than I respect most, but that's not gonna stop me from smashing you harder than a like button. See ya in the ring, champ!” Signing off with another middle finger, Zahn tucked the phone away and started down the aisle while murmuring an appropriate line from her anthem. “Oh my, oh my baby, devil’s gonna get you if I don’t first.”
For tonight‘s summer showdown Lyssa sported the pink inversion of her usual attire that she’d favored as of late. Rather than black, this two piece was an almost feverish neon pink, the top with thin, black shoulder straps set at a slight angle, and a black mesh ‘plate’ over the clavicle, rising into a collar. The bottom rim of this piece and the neckline of the bikini top worked to create almost a heart-shaped ‘cleavage window.’ Matching bottoms with black trim, black wristbands and pads, and pink boots completed the look. Another new addition for the evening, Zahn had emblazoned her social media handle (identical across no less than six platforms) across the seat of her trunks and #WrathofZahn down the back of each boot.
The FAWNatics proved vocal as ever and Lyssa played to them every second, the X-traordinary Woman promising all sorts of trouble for the woman that'd ended The Brat's reign of terror only a month prior. Breaking into a short sprint that let her hop onto the apron, Lyssa wiped the soles of her boots clean, then slipped through the ropes and claimed the middle of the ring with her arms once again spread wide. She'd just turned her attention to the hard camera when Senior Official Nick Castle strolled over to check her pads and boots.
“Get outta my shot, dork.” she said without any real malice. “This can wait until the suit's done hyping the crowd.”
The suit in question was the Announcer, who felt safe going about his business now that Zahn was in the ring. “Introducing first, hailing from Fox River, New York... she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and thirty pounds. She’s the Pintrest Pin-Up, the TikTok Terror and a Black Hat extraordinaire, this is LYSSA ZAHN!”
Lyssa dipped 'round the official and went to the nearest corner where she promptly hopped to the middle strand. “This is it, people!” she bellowed to the capacity crowd. “Get your phones ready because you'll want to be able to tell everyone exactly what it was like to witness the coronation of Lyssa Zahn!”
The challenger was still holding court in the corner when the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent,hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds! She is the Rainmaker, the Ace, the Bankable Bombshell, and the FAWN World Champion! This is...SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGEZpSQEhls
SUE BURLINGAME:
Already loud, the FAWN Arena grew downright cacophonous in time with the discordant opening riff of 'Crown on the Ground'. The noise was still building when the eldest Burlingame brushed through the curtain and stepped to the center of the stage. Unlike the previous concern on display at Summer Swelter, the return of leather and gold to Burlingame's waist had restored her confidence ten-fold, the Ace looking every bit her old self as she tipped a wink to the camera before flinging her arms wide and tossing back her head to call down a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro! Stock still until the last of it faded away, Sue offered a pumped fist to the sold-out crowd, then started down the ramp.
For the first defense in her historic fourth World Title reign, Burlingame wore her classic dark blue two-piece with mellow golden trim; matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look. Though never a hand-slapper in the vein of a Shea London or Kylie Sanders, the Bankable Bombshell angled from side to side to touch some of the fans reaching out in her direction. Drawing back to the middle of the aisle as she closed in on the ring, Burlingame exploded into a sprint that took her to and then into the squared circle via a slick little dive under the bottom rope. Simply kipping to boot-leather earned the veteran battler another raucous ovation, one that was still going strong when Nick stepped up to ostensibly check her boots and pads. Sue let him run through the routine with no comment, she was too busy scanning the floor seat fans for a certain Bad Penny, or possibly a vindictive Beach Cat.
The challenger's latest meme was only seconds old when the bell CLANGED a start to the match. Setting her phone atop the post behind the turnbuckle, Lyssa turned her attention to the Rainmaker and headed for the center of the squared circle. As for the World Champ, she took one last look around the ringside area, as if not quite satisfied that neither Kat Braddock or Penny Tremblay were waiting to strike the instant she turned her back. Yet this perusal proved as fruitless as all the others and ultimately she forced herself to hone in on the only clear and present danger to her fourth reign. Lips curving in a competitive smirk the moment she met Zahn's gaze, Burlingame rolled her shoulders, then headed out to meet the Black Hat.
Lyssa saw the other brunette coming and actually increased her pace, though rather than brazenly chest into the Ace she chose to angle left, which resulted in Sue doing the same so that they settled into a slowly tightening circle. Hands raised to near shoulder level, Zahn curled her right into a fist and offered it to the champ, who returned the gesture in short order.
“Respect for how you handled The Brat.” Lyssa said, her voice uncharacteristically sincere. “She's needed a spanking for a LONG time. But I didn't survive fifty-seven minutes of hell in that Fatal Four-Way just to challenge you, Ace. I mean to kick your ass, even if that turns Susie Four-Times into Susie One & Done. No hard feelings.”
“World Title's up for grabs, Lys.” the Rainmaker answered with hesitation. “There may be no hard feelings now, but let's tussle a little and see if that changes. I know I'd be mad as hell if I won a show-stealer like that Four Way, then lost to a single opponent.” Sue smiled a little wider, offered the Social Media Superstar a wink. “Not that there's any shame in losing to the best, of course.”
Their outstretched fingers were almost touching now, had in fact brushed against one another a few times during the previous exchange, but now Zahn took a step back and set her feet. “Oh, I think I can promise you a pretty shameful loss, champ.” she chided. “That is, if you've got the nerve to accept.” No more words from the challenger, she simply raised her right hand with palm pointed toward the heiress in an undeniable invitation.
“Oh honey.” Burlingame answered in a tone that wondered how Lyssa would ever doubt her accepting the offer. With one half of the Test locked in, Sue raised her other hand high and cooed, “I hope you wore fresh knee-pads tonight because they are gonna take some hard miles tonight.”
Zahn pressed her palm to Burlingame's, let their fingers lock and just like their their arms went from twelve to three and nine respectively, the pair of brunettes going in hard with the Test of Strength! “Knee-pads are gonna be pristine when this is all said and done, Ace.” Lys promised as she tried to force the veteran's arms back at an increasingly sharp angle. “Not that anyone will be paying attention to those when I've got that big gold belt hoisted over my head. Your make-up though, your fans might wonder where it went until they find it smeared all over the seat of my briefsSSRRRGGHHH!”
Sue went up on tiptoe and jerked the challenger's hands down to six o'clock while simultaneously bending them backward to put more and more strain on Zahn's wrists! “What about your make-up, Lys? Burlingame asked while the challenger shifted her weight in an effort to spread out the pain. “I bet its sweat resistant, but can it handle the grind when I'm sitting on your face? And how's the tear rating? Does it break down after a little whimpering or can it survive full-on blubberGGGRRRHHHH!”
Zahn smacked her chest against Burlingame's, then yanked their knotted hands high overhead and went up on tiptoe while pressing down as hard as she could! Sue bared her teeth in pain and pushed back as hard as she could, resistance Lyssa answered by jostling in place to put more and more strain on her wrists! “My look's rated tuffer than anything your flat little ass could ever dish out, baby.” Lyssa promised as the other brunette's legs started to shiver. “Not that you're ever gonna get a chance to test it. You're gonna be too busy finding out if my briefs can really help exfoliate with just a little of your own sweat and tears!”
Sue shook her head 'no', but the champ's arms were trembling noticeably and she voiced an angry little cry when Zahn hit her with another hard chest bump before forcing her to one knee. “That's right, baby.” the TikTok Terror grinned. “Kneel. Kneel before Zah—”
Sue's other knee was damned close to the canvas, but it hadn't yet touched the canvas when the penitent grappler started to rise. “Nuh—not a chance, Lys.” Burlingame huffed over the roar of the crowd. “You want me to kneel? You're gonna have to work a lot harder than OOOFFFHHH!”
More than happy to follow through on the champ's demand, Zahn delivered a Broadside Kneelift across the heiress' tummy, then yanked her down into a snug Front Facelock! With Burlingame's noggin tucked beneath her left arm, Zahn slung the near arm across her shoulders, then grabbed a handful of the champ's waistband and muscled her directly overhea—NO!
Sue must've sensed what the Insta-gator had planned because she crunched in on herself and drove the point of her let knee into the crown of Zahn's skull with an audible THUNK! That shot forced Lyssa to put her down and once returned to terra firma the champ freed herself with a few quick jabs to the other brunette's midsection. A swift Back Kick dropped Zahn to one knee, which in turn prompted the Bankable Bombshell to back off a few steps. Right shoulder pointed toward the downed New Yorker, she hopped forward and lashed out with her right foot for a Basement Super Kic—TOO SLOW!
Lyssa caught the World Champ's ankle a few inches from her face, then slowly got to her feet with Sue balancing on the back of her plant foo— “EERGGH!” Lyssa halved her control over Burlingame's foot so she could deliver a quick elbow to the center of foe's exposed knee! Two more identical shots forced Sue to lean forward to better protect the vulnerable joint and that's when Zahn earned her first 'OOOOOOOOH!' of the night by SLAPPING the Ace across the mouth as hard as she could!
Sue's head snapped back in a toss of dark hair only to lock in on the challenger half a heartbeat later. “Oh, don't look at me like that, beeyotch.” Zahn chided. “You're not out here to bump knuckles, you want to slap faces and kick ass, so don't get snotty when I beat you to the—” Sue could've tried for a swat of her own, instead she sprang off her plant foot and whipped it at the challenger's skull! The Enzugiri would've clapped Lyssa across the temple if she'd been half a second slower, but the brunette ducked just in time which meant Burlingame twisted around and landed on her palms and one kne—CRAAACK!
The Snap Chat Siren released her grip on the other woman's ankle and lunged forward with a double-barreled overhand SLAP to the glutes that shot her yelping opposition up on tiptoe! Lyssa claimed a Waistlock immediately thereafter, the determined challenger gouging knotted fists into the Ace's tummy even as she dipped low and popped her hips for a huge Release German Suplex that sent Burlingame flipping ass over teakett—NO!
Sue curled into a ball and rolled with the momentum to land on her feet directly behind the now prone Lyssa. As of yet unaware of the champ's safe landing, the Black Hat sat up and promptly forgot where she parked when Burlingame stepped up and THWHACKED a vicious Roundhouse offa the side of her head!
BASEMENT ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=msLH8VNCexY
Zahn slopped to one side, then rolled onto her stomach and started to fight to one knee just fast enough to convince Sue to forego a cover. Instead she backed toward the ropes directly in front of the other brunette and threw herself into 'em with enough force to ensure a nice little boost for her return trip. Closing on Lyssa in the blink of an eye, Sue hopped up and braced her left foot on the post of Zahn's right thigh even as she laced her hands across the back of the New Yorker's aching noggin. Bringing her right leg up 'n around in the next instant, Burlingame went with the momentum and landed on her back in relative comfort while Lyssa was pulled down onto stomach with the heiress' stems locked around her head and right arm in a beautiful Triangle Choke!
SHINING TRIANGLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d235bxYcMBs
“HHHRRRRGGGHHHHH!” Lyssa pushed up on her toes and shoved forward while also throwing left after left into the champ's ribs just above her right hip! Burlingame grimaced but made no effort to thwart the other woman's resistance, rather she took a second to grab hold of her own right ankle to ensure that leg was drawn as tight as possible. Once that was confirmed it was back to Lyssa's hair, Sue treating herself to a greedy double handful so she could pull as hard as possible while wrenching Zahn's head this way and that. “HAIR!” Lyssa barked at Nick Castle, who hovered close to the action. “Bitch is pulling hair!”
“C'mon Sue, you know better than that.” the ref admonished. Sue did and so she relinquished the illegal hold, not that it meant any great improvement for the Black Hat. Indeed she fumed even harder when Burlingame flicked the tip of her nose, then took it between thumb and forefinger for a teasing twist! “Don't you dare complain to him again, Lissie.” she warned with an icy smile. “You want to slap me across the mouth before you slap my ass? You know you're begging for the full Ace experience. You got complaints? Take 'em up with—”
She would've said 'me' if Zahn hadn't dropped to her knees and clambered forward, the pink-clad beauty stacking the first ever four-time FAWN World Champ on her shoulders for...
ONE...
TWO...
Sue thrust her hips up and rolled to one side to force Zahn to do the same, an adjustment that broke the cover without breaking the Triangle! “C'mon, you're not done already are you?” Burlingame halved her grip on Zahn's wrist so she could muss the challenger's hair. “All that bad bitch talk about slapping faces and asses, that's not gonna look like much if you just go to sleep right here!”
Lyssa growled, tried to catch Sue's wrist with her free hand, then cursed aloud when the champ swatted it away and followed it up by flicking the other wrestler's forehead half a dozen times! “Not gonna stack me up, cutie.” Sue went back to the two-handed grip and jostled her hips to remind Zahn of the crotch-to-chin proximity. “If you want out you'll have to wrestle for it or crawl on your bellrrrrggghhhhh...oh bitch, is that how this is gonna go?”
Zahn didn't answer with words, instead she draaaaaaaaaaaagged the talon of her left hand across the length of the Ace's right thigh once, twice, three more times. Then she flattened it into a paddle and SLAPPED the scored flesh hard enough to make the heiress bare her teeth. Quick to clock that snarled response to the slap, Zahn locked eyes with the other brunette and continued to swat as hard as she could. “Or I could just tear my way out.” she huffed. “A pampered ass like yours? You're never gonna put it on the li—WHOOAAAHHHHRRRGGGHH!”
Burlingame rolled from her side to her knees, a shift that put Lyssa on her back in what was effectively a mounted Figure Four Headscissors. “Oh, you're turning so red!” Sue chided the rasping grappler. “Is that from oxygen deprivation from the Triangle? Or humiliation over the fact that I'm going to put you away in under five min—FUCK!”
Zahn wasn't gonna get pinned with Burlingame's calf snugged in against the base of her neck, but she wasn't gonna last much longer with the Rainmaker sitting on her throat either. To that end she kicked her legs up, slipped 'em over Sue's biceps and then popped her hips to bring the champ down with an impromptu Sunset Flip! Castle noted the pin at once and dove in beside his charges to count...
ONE...
TWO...
Burlingame popped the lock on the Triangle so she could roll clear of the cover and scramble to verticality with a full second to spare! The Pintrest Pin-Up wasn't too far behind, but enduring the submission had slowed her down a bit, which meant she was still straightening up when the Rainmaker strode up behind her and CRAAACKED a huge Overhand Bitch Slap between her shoulders!
“GAH SHIT!” Lyssa lurched forward, dropped to one knee and stood right back up only for the eldest Burlingame to pounce on her back, Sue threading her left leg over Zahn's left thigh in the span between heartbeats. In the same breath she leaned across the challenger's back, threaded her left arm beneath Lyssa's right arm and stood up straight to craaaaaaaaaaaaankher left flank against that encroaching knee while simultaneously stretching her right side at a gawd-awful angle.
“Slappin' me pretty hard a little earlier, Lis.” Burlingame huffed as she poured it on with the Abdominal Stretch. Almost drew blood with those sharp little claws of yours. Not to mention those slaps. You know that doesn't feel good, right?”
“Can't take it?” Zahn flipped Castle off mid-sass so she wouldn't have to waste any breath on his stupid questions. “Tap out and I'll handle all the challenges that come with being a World ChampNNNNGGGHHHH!”
'WOOOOOO's!' from those assembled when Burlingame raised her right hand high and brought it CRAAACKING down on Zahn's exposed abs no less than half a dozen times! After that she shifted from paddle to spade and dug deep into that tawny midriff, the Ace more than happy to leave welts on Lyssa's tummy as payment for those on her thigh and flank.
“You don't know anything about being World Champion.” Sue told the challenger. “I'm sure you love the idea of it, but that doesn't mean you're capable of rrrrrhhhhhhhhh!”
Zahn's right arm might've been wrenched at a nasty angle, but she still managed to snatch hold of Burlingame's hair and pull hard enough to make her look toward the rafters with watering eyes! “Oh I don't know, I think I'd be a pretty good World Champ.” Zahn hissed. “I'm a better wrestler than Braddock and I'm a better showoff than you, so there's no reason I can't carry this company for a whiOOOOOWWW FAAAHK!”
Sue pinched Lyssa's navel between thumb and forefinger to make the other brunette yelp, then reached behind her back and locked her hands in a S-grip that put even more strain on the Abdominal Stretch. “You're right, Lis.” the heiress murmured as dueling 'TAP!' and 'PLEASE DON'T!' chants rose from those on the other side of the guardrail. “As far as I can tell, there's only one person standing between you and a World Championship. Unfortunately it happens to be me.”
Seeing the strain etched across Zahn's face, Nick Castle stepped up to the action once more, only to stop when Lyssa raised the familiar middle fin—“EEEERRRRRHHHH!”
Sue puuuuuuuuuuulled back on the Abdominal Stretch hard enough to make Lyssa cry out in anguish before she snapped her jaw shut. “You don't quit? That's fine. That's admirable. It's what a World Champion would do.” Burlingame growled at the challenger. “Know what she wouldn't do? Flip off the referee like a snot-nosed sophomore. So next time he asks, you're going to answer like the champ you want to be. Understood?”
“Duuuuhhh... don't fuckin' lecture me, rich girl.”Lyssa started gouging her left elbow into Burlingame's thigh in an effort to slip the torturous hold. “I'll do this however I damned well pleaaAAAAAAAAHHHHH FAHK!”
Sue freed her right hand and promptly slapped Zahn's vulnerable tummy as hard as she could before securing a white-knuckled Claw! “Do what? Tap out like the coolest girl in the room? That's all I see outta you, Lyssa Zahn! A lot of big talk and a lot of coming up short when it actually NGH! NGH! NGH!”
The Social Media Superstar kept smashing her elbow into Burlingame's left thigh until she felt the strain on her torso start to fade. Only then did she gnash her teeth and twist her hips as hard as she could, the challenger breaking the Abdominal Stretch with a desperation Hip Toss that flung the Ace onto her ba—NO! Sue planted her right hand on the canvas to twirl through a one-handed cartwheel that brought her back to boot-leather a short distance away amidst cacophonous cheers for the FAWNatics!
Lyssa's recovery wasn't nearly so elegant, indeed the challenger looked downright shopworn was she backpedaled into the strands with one arm strapped across her welted midsection.
Taking a moment to adjust her togs and smooth back her hair, Sue put her hands on her hips and said, “Stop hugging the ropes, baby. You want the gold? It's out here in the deep wa—” Raucous cheers from the Zahn contingent when their heroine silenced the Rainmaker with a pair of middle fingers.
“Deep water is the least of your problems, rich girl.” she taunted. “Nose deep, however, that'll be a pressing concern before the match is over. And I do intend to press it all up in your smarmy fa—”
Burlingame charged and Zahn stepped forward to meet her only to double over and thrust her left shoulder into the heiress' midsection! Bracing both hands against Sue's thighs even as the other brunette doubled over, Lyssa straightened up and shot her arms high overhead to fling the startled Ace over the top rope with a gorgeous Back Body Dro—NOT QUITE!
Sue caught the rubber-coated steel in both hands and pulled herself into an acrobatic landing on the apron that she had approximately no time to savor because Zahn whipped around on the spot and fired a Haymaker at the champ's sku—NO! Sue blocked it with her left forearm and immediately countered with a snappy High Kick that THWHACKED the side of Lyssa's noggin!
The TikTok Terror stumbled back on contact, stepping in fence-post holes while Burlingame redoubled her grip on the top rope and launched herself into a gorgeous springbo—Zahn rushed forward and kicked the rope out from under the Ace's feet, causing her to plummet into a nauseating landing that saw her folded in half around the taut strand!
A gagging Rainmaker was bounced up and in, an awkward sort of tumble that saw her land flat on her back with an unpleasant THWHUMP! Lyssa was in perfect position to go for a cover but instead she snatched a handful of hair and dragged the other brunette to verticality. A simple Kneelift to the gut followed, Burlingame more than happy to double over so Zahn could hunker down and wrap both arms around her midsection. Knotted hands grinding against opposing tummy, Lyssa treated her prey to a hard squeeze, then hauled her upside down just to drop to one knee and THUMP the heiress down atop the post of her right thigh!
GUTWRENCH GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y2yJJxgZxCo
Sue gurgled and kicked her feet but she couldn't roll away from the landing because Zahn kept her right arm looped across the champ's lower back. Though instinct told her to pour on as much punishment as quickly as possible, Lyssa's pride demanded satisfaction for the slights she'd endured over the last few minutes which was why she made a show of raising her left hand and brazenly liiiiiiicking it from the heel of her palm to the tip of her index finger. Already loud, the FAWNatics threatened to blow the roof off the arena when the challenger went to town on the brunette's defenseless cheeks, Lyssa just SPANKING the holy hell out of Burlingame's buns until the ache in her shoulder grew too loud to ignore.
Only then did she re-secure the Gutwrench and stand up with Sue dangling in her grasp. Quick to wheel around to each side of the ring as she moved well away from the ropes, Zahn got some impressed 'oooooohhh's!' when she muscled her burden from hip level to her shoulders in a single smooth motion. Wheeling around on her heels in what could've been an Airplane Spin if she'd kept it up for a few more rotations, Lyssa abruptly ground to a halt, then dipped down and shoved the champ off her shoulders. Laying out in her back immediately thereafter, the Black Hat pulled both knees snug against her chest to ensure a most unpleasant landing for the Bankable Bombshell. There was a THUMP followed by an 'OOOFFFFHH!” as Sue landed atop her foe's shins and bounced away in a rasping, thrashing sprawl.
DOUBLE KNEE GUSTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H4NmzINm8Uo
She'd just come to a stop on her right side when Zahn tugged her onto her back and smooshed out even more air with a miniature Splash en route to hooking the far leg in a snug cradle. Castle was there in a blink, the Senior Official quite literally diving into action to count the...
ONE...
TWO...
Burlingame kicked out not quite simultaneous with 'TWO' but not close enough to 'THREE' to call it a near-fall.
Lyssa didn't even give the ref a dirty look, she only had eyes (ok, hands too) for the Ace as she snatched a double fistful of hair and hauled her to boot-leather. “Breathe deep while you can, Susie.” Zahn murmured in the heiress' ear after she'd switched over to a more rules-appropriate Wristlock. “You're gonna want to let those butterflies in your stomach loose before the screaming gets much louder.”
“Whu...why?” Burlingame huffed. “Hearing you sob against my ass makes the butterflies all tinglHHRRRGGHH!”
Lyssa drove Sue back on her heels with a short Shoulderblock, then stepped off and reeled her into a heavy Kneelift to the gut! Then she backed off again, dropped a shoulder and hurled the Rainmaker into the opposite corner where she hit the buckles with a low, evil BWUUUNG! The Social Media Superstar was prepared for Burlingame to shuffle away from the impact or drop flat on her ass, so she was quite pleased when Sue draped her arms over the top rope to remain upright.
Very much aware that she'd deposited the other wrestler in the corner holding her phone, Zahn backed up just to throw herself forward, the New York native picking up an undeniable head of steam in the brief span required to cross the squared circle. Taking to the sky from only a few feet out, Lyssa SMASHED every bit of her hundred and thirty-so pounds into Burlingame's tawny frame courtesy a tummy on tits Avalanche Splash!
The landing put Zahn's feet on the bottom rope and she instinctively reached around the champ to grab her phone only to draw back at the last instant. “Shot's not quite right yet.” she explained to the gasping Ace. “Gonna need a better angle.”
With that in mind she hopped down from the mount and peeled Sue out of buckles just far enough to slip an arm between her thighs. Such a set-up could've led to the Tree of Woe or plenty other unpleasant arrangements, so folks were only mildly surprised when Zahn stretched her prey out on the second strand so that Sue was supported across her back and calves respectively. Satisfied with her arrangements thus far, Lyssa got in close and took command of her phone, much to the delight of her followers.
“Mid-match update, people!” she shouted over the din of the arena. “Susie here thinks she can stretch a submission out of me, but as you can see, all she's really done is left dainty little handprints all over my abs! I think it's about time I showed this brat how to play the Zahnlyphone, don't you?”
Switching the gadget to her left hand, Lyssa held it near tummy level so the mic would pick up everything once she started dishing out slap after slap after slap after SLAP!
Stretched awkwardly on her rubber-coated steel bier, Sue tried to cover her stinging midsection as best she could, but Lyssa only brushed her defenses aside. No real relief was forthcoming until Nick hurried over and said, “Ok, Lyssa. Let's get it out of the corner, ok?”
Better idea.” the brunette countered. “You hold this so I can keep the feed going with two free hands.”
Castle protested at once, but this didn't stop Zahn from stuffing the phone into his hands. And damned if the zebra didn't keep recording when the X-traordinary Woman curled both hands into talons and grabbed a double handful of Burlingame belly!
“BITCH!” Sue wailed. “GET AWAY FROM ME, I'M IN THE ROPNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Lyssa interrupted with the sort of callous Overhand Bitch Slap her own abs had endured earlier, though she did in fact back off afterward. “Keep filming!” she ordered Nick in the midst of stomping to mid-ring. “Otherwise your Rate-a-Ref ranking goes straight to hell.”
Castle didn't really want that, so he acquiesced to the brunette's demands by keeping her center frame even when she rushed back to the corner and hopped into a landing on the middle rope. Gripping the top strand in both hands, the challenger leapt up just to twist around and drop down full force with a Zahn Bomb that THWHUMPED the pit of her foe's stomach!
TURNBUCKLE-DRAPED ZAHN BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gcIgd3h7Yw
The gut-churning power of Lyssa's posterior smashed Burlingame offa her makeshift altar and left the four time World Champ in a slumped seat with the bottom turnbuckle pressed between her shoulders.
Elsewhere the Black Hat plucked her phone from Castle's grasp and signed off after wink to her loyal followers. “Not bad for an amateur, Castle.” Zahn noted as she slipped the gadget into the elastic band around her right bicep. “A bit of training and I might just put you on my production team.”
“I think I'll keep my day job.” Nick said without missing a beat. “I'm sure they offer better dental. Now how about you get her out of the corner?”
But Lyssa, who was already strolling toward the far side of ring, only waggled an index finger at the ref. “I don't think so, bub. You didn't even have to count during that last beatdown. Means I've still got some time to impose my will wherever I damned well please!”
Castle could've argued the point but didn't, choosing instead to save his breath for when it really mattered. And it wasn't like Zahn was burning a lot of time playing to the crowd. She reached the far corner in a matter of seconds, then climbed onto the second turnbuckle and immediately hopped off / twisted around to hit the ground running! The Burlingame Backers tried to urge their queen out of harm's way, alas she was still sucking wind after that first wrecking ball Zahn Bomb and things only deteriorated when the challenger whipped around and SMASHED her buns against the Ace's face courtesy a massive Running Hip Attack!
CORNER HIP ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F2rvcJnN_0g
Lyssa bounced away from the collision with both arms raised overhead in a jaunty 'V', the New Yorker clearly reveling in her domination following the champion's aggressive start. Putting both hands on her hips after she'd fluffed her hair, Zahn glanced over one shoulder and smirked at the beleaguered Ace. “Makeup's doing a pretty good job, Susie. Knew a rich girl like you wouldn't bother with the cheap stuff. Still. I wonder how much it can take? And poor Nick hasn't even had a chance to count—”
Cheers from the Rainmaker's supporters when she treated Zahn to the same defiant index fingers she'd seen from the challenger earlier in the fight. “You know that drab ass can't get the job done.” Burlingame grunted. “That's why you haven't even tried for a pinNOOOFFFHH!”
Getting flipped off didn't bother Lyssa in the slightest, but hearing the brat call her ass drab? That got her blood boiling and she made Sue pay for the slight by smashing her skull against the buckles with a second Hip Attack, only this time she grabbed the top rope in both hands and thrust her buns backward, the Snap Chat Siren simultaneously smiling and snarling as she worked those dangerous hips in increasingly rough figure eights! The Stink Face was one of about half a dozen maneuvers that had a permanent 'generous count' according to FAWN brass, so Nick gave the Black Hat a slow internal 'FIVE' before she stepped in and said, “Get her out of the corner, Lyssa. For real this time.”
Zahn nodded earnestly and ground a little harder (just as he'd known she would) so the Senior Official raised a hand and tolled off, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Lyssa ended it without comment, though she did snatch hold of her rival's ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaaag her away from the buckles caveman style. Only stopping when the heiress was well clear of the ropes, Zahn yanked her foe's legs upright in a 'V', then backed up and sat down full weight on Burlingame's face, those vaunted features buried in a New York ass-valanche! Trapping Sue's legs beneath her armpits even as the audience leapt out of their seats, Lyssa nodded along with the cheers of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Smothered or not, the Rainmaker still had enough life left in her to brace both hands against the challenger's cheeks and shove 'em away with half a second to spare!
“How's that ass taste, Susie?” Zahn barked down at the champ as she 'flicked' her bottoms back into place. “You're sure suckin' air like you're ready for more!”
Burlingame didn't answer as quick as the Insta-gator would've liked, so Lys flattened a hand out and SLAPPED her opponent's belly just because she could! That got Sue flopped over onto her stomach and while the brunette already had her next move decided, there was a bit of presentation to deal with first. To that end she got to her feet, slipped her phone from the armband and fired up another stream.
“Nothing against the FAWN camera crew.” she told the world. “But they can't bring you angles like this.” She popped the little kickstand built into the back of case and set it down on the canvas several feet removed from the wounded Bombshell. Dropping onto her stomach just long enough to confirm the angle was good, Lyssa popped right back up and stalked over to Burlingame's feet. “STF tutorial here, people.” Lyssa explained as she helped herself to the heiress' ankles and tumbled her onto her stomach. “Don't bother critiquing my technique, it's flawless and everyone knows it.”
From there Zahn doubled down on Sue's right ankle, letting her left leg tumble to the deck even as she threaded her right leg around the other brunette's calf and settled / dropped into a heavy sprawl on Burlingame's back. Doing so wrenched the Ace's trapped knee at a painful angle and the predicament only grew worse when Lyssa secured a G-grip across the champ's chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaanked her head back at an increasingly nasty angle!
STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FSeLTc6xYQ
“Don't give up too fast, now.” the Black Hat murmured as she fought to bend Burlingame to her will. “I'm sure all your fans will watch this hoping against hope that you'll hang in there, so why not give them a good show before you start cry—” Lyssa's voice trailed off when Sue braced her elbows against the mat and dragged their combined weight several inches closer to the ropes.
“Trying to be nice about this, Susie.” Zahn sounded anything but nice as the other wrestler continued her slow, painful progress. “I thought we could just wrestle it out, but if you want me to torture you, I can do that too.”
“Hrrrhhhhhh...I already had your flat ass in my face a few times, Lissie.” Burlingame grunted. “You really think you can inflict worsRRRRGGGHHHHHHHH!”
Zahn switched from the S-grip to a one-handed Chinlock that didn't apply as much pressure, but did leave the challenger's left hand free to pinch Sue's nose and twist it as hard as she could! “Ask her.” Lyssa told Nick Castle when she noticed the ref closing in. “That prissy, nasal whine will make for a great text ale—oh bitch, don't even think about—fuck you!”
Sue'd kept on crawling despite the mangling twist and while the ropes were close, Lyssa's phone was even closer. So rather than search for a break in the strands, she pulled herself to within reach of the phone, snatched it up and tossed it out onto the floor!
Think you're clever, bitch?” Zahn disengaged from the STF only to catch hold of Sue's wrists as she got to her feet. “This is what clever gets against me.” The pink-clad battler planted her left foot between Sue's shoulders and pulled hard enough to make the Rainmaker yowl, but rather than ask for another submission she raised that foot and stomped down just as she let loose of Burlingame's wrists!
CURB STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-q0EAEtyJg
The Curb Stomp THWHUNKED Sue's forehead into the canvas and left her stretched out helpless so many FAWNatics thought Zahn would go for a quick cover. Instead she slipped out through the ropes and spent a couple seconds looking for the phone Burlingame had so callously thrown aside. “Sorry about that, folks.” she said while dusting off the screen. Let this be a lesson, never leave your phone where a toddler can get at it.”
Ending the feed with a smirk, she snapped it back into her armband and hopped onto the apron. She'd expected Sue to be down and out cradling her head, but damned if the Bankable Bombshell hadn't rolled to the middle of the ring and fought to one knee. Quickly noting a better angle for her next approach, Lys dropped to the floor and hustled around the corner en route to a vantage point directly behind the recovering Ace.
A return to the apron grew into an ascent to the high rent district, Lyssa rising to her full height a few seconds before Sue did the same. Pleased by what she saw in the 'frame' created by her thumbs and forefingers, Zahn straightened up and took flight once Burlingame turned around, the Social Media Superstar flying in like a copyright strike outta nowhere with a Missile Dropkick aimed square at Burlingame's—NO!
Sue couldn't get out of the way but she could step back and that's exactly what she did, the Rainmaker creating just enough separation so that Lyssa THWHAMMED down flat on her back! Those dangerous stems popped up on impact and Sue collected one in each hand before stretching the challenger's stems in a wide 'V'. “You post fail compilations sometimes, right, baby?” the Ace huffed as she stepped through with her right foot and planted it beside the stunned brunette's left hip. “Because holy shit, do you have a hot new contender!”
No response from Zahn was she was still sucking wind after that painful landing, so Sue just blew her a kiss before crisscrossing the New Yorker's thighs atop her encroaching right leg. Crouching a bit once she'd wedged Lyssa's right foot beneath her right armpit, Sue flattened out her right hand and reached down just to SMACK Lyssa's cheek a few times. Zahn managed to swat her hand away, but that was about all the defense she could muster and it wasn't nearly enough to prevent Burlingame from turning her over onto her stomach and sitting down hard, the Ace smashing Lyssa's glutes with her own courtesy of a Sharpshooter locked in tight in the middle of the ring!
SHARPSHOOTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2bUVlkWvepM
“AAAAARRRRRHHHHHH FUCKIN' SHIT!” Zahn bellowed in agonized fury as Sue leeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaned into the hold to put more and more strain on her knees and lower back.
“Ask her.” Burlingame said to Castle after a quick glance in the Senior Official's direction. “That sounds like the whimper of a chick that's realized she's not ready for the top spo—”
“Fuck you, rich girl!” Zahn twisted her hips and reached backward with one hand in hopes of grabbing hold of the heiress' hair, but she didn't even brush the end of Sue's braid before the champ bounced hard on her seat, that trio of miniature Butt Bombs forcing Lyssa to slam a frustrated fist against the mat instead!
“I'm sorry, what was that?” Burlingame's tone was caustically impertinent as she rebuilt her own reserves at the cost of Lyssa's legs and back. “You wanna use that kind of language against me, you better be crawling for the ropes at the very least. Because girls who just wail in the middle of the ring aren't entitled to a goddamned thi—”
The TikTok Terror loathed playing into the Ace's demands, but she knew damned well that the veteran wouldn't abandon the Sharpshooter unless she was forced to do so. To that end she set her palms against the canvas and pushed up far enough to create a couple inches of precious separation between her torso and the canvas. This new arrangement actually put more pressure on her lower back, but Zahn grit her teeth and started to drag their combined weight closer to the ropes.
Burlingame didn't try to stop the challenger's progress though she managed to earn her eternal ire by swishing her buns back and forth across the New Yorker's hapless glutes, a show of dominance that earned the Viral Sensation the only attention she didn't crave. Shaking her head 'no' as the numbness at the center of her back slowly spread outward, Zahn reached out with her left hand and cursed under her breath upon realizing she was still several inches shy of relief. Steeling herself for the last leg of this hellish trip, Lyssa— “UUGGGGHH!”
Sensing her adversary was off balance, Burlingame reached back with her left hand, grabbed hold of Lyssa's right wrist and yanked it away so that Zahn went down flat on her chest and belly! “That's both legs and one arm that belong to me now, Lyssa.” the Rainmaker said to her snared rival. “You want what I have? You want the world to call you the best? Then find a way out. And if you can't? Slap that mat and get your ass to the back of the line.”
“They'll put me on a stretcher before I fucking tap out.” Lyssa sneered even as the Burlingame Backers chanted 'TAP! TAP! TAP!'
Drawing on a desire to play spoiler that was second only to her desire to win the big gold belt, Zahn gouged her right elbow into the mat and resumed her march to the strands. A distance of less than a foot seemed to take forever, yet in all it was only ten more seconds before the Insta-gator reached out and grabbed the bottom rope in a death-grip. “Break it.” she snarled at the champion. “Break it right now, I'm in the fucking ropes.”
Lyssa thought Sue would milk it for a count (that's what she would've done if their positions were reversed, after all.) but damned if Burlingame didn't relinquish the Sharpshooter and head for the middle of the squared circle where she set about tending to her own substantial collections of aches and pains.
As for the challenger, she dragged herself out onto the apron, pressed a hand to the small of her back and tried not to blubber with the relief of it all. Eventually her brain registered Castle droning something about getting it back in the ring so Lyssa reached up, grabbed the middle rope and used it to clamber all the way back to verticality.
“There you are!” Sue chirped as the other brunette mopped a forearm across her brow. “Had me worried there for a second, 'Zahn Quits' was starting to crop up all over my fe—”
“The fuck it was.” Lyssa interrupted. “We both know your feed is nothing but tips on absentee parenting and clips from ten years ago when you were still rele—”
Sue wasn't about to take that sort of sass from a bitch hiding on the apron so she stormed straight at the challenger and started throwing hands the instant she was in range! Zahn didn't shy away from the brawl, indeed she grabbed a handful of the heiress' hair and went to work with some punches of her own!
“All right, all right, enough of this hockey fight bullshit!” Nick barked after several seconds went by with no easing of hostilities. “Open those hands and lets get this back in the ring!”
The words were still coming out of his mouth when Zahn threw off the pace by skewering the other wrestler's midsection with a quick Kneelift! Sue's hands dropped on instinct and the Black Hat made her pay for it with a Headbutt that connected between the World Champion's eyes! Sue stumbled backward with both hands pressed to her face while Lyssa snatched hold of the top rope in both hands. Waiting just long enough for the woozy Ace to put some distance between them, Zahn leapt onto her perch and immediately took flight again, the pink-clad challenger pivoting ninety degrees in mid-air to THWHAP across Sue's chest in a gorgeous Springboard Crossbody that took both brunettes to the dec—NO!
Burlingame's legs kicked up and over when she hit the mat, the heiress rolling through the impact to clamber to one knee with the TikTok Terror squirming in place! On her feet immediately thereafter, Sue genuflected just to drive a knee into Zahn's flank before she stood back up and 'hupped' the gasping battler onto her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry! Already grinning as she stamped back to the middle of the ring, Burlingame torqued her hips left, then snapped back to the right to sling Lyssa off her shoulders, the other brunette stretching out behind her like a banner of surrender that Sue tethered with a Three Quarters Facelock before going to one knee to spike Lyssa's forehead with the Ace of Spades—NOT SO FAST!
Zahn must've known what the champ had planned for her because she laid her hands one on top of the other and got them between her face and Sue's knee so she could push offa the bony joint rather than meet in headfirst! The deflection ensured she landed on her feet (albeit awkwardly) while Sue remained on one knee. It wasn't much of a lead, but it was all the Insta-gator needed to rush forward and THWHACK her right foot against the side of Sue's skull with a Single-Leg Dropkick!
Burlingame went down on her ass, rolled over to all fours and would've stayed there for at least a second or two to clear her head if Zahn hadn't buried both hands in the Rainmaker's hair and hauled her to boot-leather. “You're just not as good as you used to be, Ace.” Lyssa chided Burlingame as she threaded her right arm between the other wrestler's thighs and muscled her up into a Fireman's Carry identical to the one she'd so recently escaped. “But me? I'm still getting better. And that's bad fucking news for your title reigNGH!NGH! NGH!”
Burlingame could feel the Meme Generator coming and wasn't about to go out that way so she crooked her right arm into a 'V' and just blasted her elbow into Zahn's left cheekbone over and over again! Credit the tenacity of Lyssa Zahn, she stumbled under the ferocity of Burlingame's resistance but she would not abandon the Fireman's Carry. Knowing she couldn't land her finish while using her left arm to guard against those damned elbows, the Social Media Superstar abruptly pressed that hand to Sue's chest, then pushed her up and out while dropping onto her butt to THAWHAMthe Bankable Bombshell down flat on her face, chest, and belly!
FIREMAN'S CARRY SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7WcfIXQQnnA
The Fireman's Carry Sit-Out Facebuster bounced Sue over onto her back and the challenger was quick to capitalize by sliding forward and planting the full weight of her backside on Burlingame's forehead with a Reverse Face Sit! Sue's legs kicked up, the veteran instinctively trying to clamp onto Lyssa's head or torso, unfortunately the New Yorker snatched hold of both limbs and stuffed them beneath her armpits to keep Sue shoulders down, ass up through a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Burlingame bucked her rider at the last possible second, the dramatic near-fall earning a roar from the crowd that Lyssa didn't much appreciate.
Bound and determined to get every one of them back on her side, she stomped over to the penitent heiress and reached down to grab a handful of hair only to shift south and snatch her waistband instead. “Up.” Lyssa ordered as she jerked the makeshift handle from side to side. “C'mon champ, don't make me tell you twice.”
Sue did as commanded, though she looked far from pleased by sawing encroachment of her traitorous trunks. Lyssa on the other hand looked nothing but pleased with herself when she dipped down and stuffed her head beneath the other brunette's left arm. Quick to wrap her right arm around Burlingame's midsection, Zahn gathered her reserves and boosted the Ace up onto her shoulder to better show off those wedgied buns to the whole crowd. Five, then ten seconds ticked off, the FAWNatics tolling every one before the Snap Chat Siren swung to face the hard camera and slung Sue back the way she'd came while dropping to one knee to THWUMP the champ's cheeks with a massive Atomic Drop!
Sue wailed and shot up on tiptoe, both hands flying to her tailbone as she tried to walk (or rather, stagger) off the pain. No staggering for Lyssa, she blasted past Burlingame on the right and went straight for the ropes dead ahead of the discombobulated Rainmaker. An audible TWANG announced her return, though it didn't speak nearly so loud as the Lariat Lyssa loaded up and unleashed, the New Yorker lashing out like she meant to send Sue's head into the lower bow—NO!
Burlingame threw herself backward in a handspring that had Zahn lashing through the spot occupied by the champ's jaw half a heartbeat prior! Whipping around on her heel even as the heiress completed her evasion, Lyssa lunged forward with claws extended and—ROARS from the FAWNatics when the Rainmaker caught Zahn's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on her back to THAWHAM the Black Hat down flat on her face, chest, and belly courtesy a where the hell did that come from?' Ace Crusher!
HANDSPRING TO ACE CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2BMzitt1u2o
The move hit so fast that Lyssa bounced to all fours and stayed there, the sturdy brunette just as stunned as everyone else by the split-second reversal. Unfortunately for the challenger, the only person in the building not stunned by recent events was the woman who'd initiated them. Indeed the eldest Burlingame sister looked utterly unfazed as she plunged her hands into Zahn's hair and hauled her upright.
Catching hold of Lyssa's right wrist, the champ twisted around behind her adversary and used the makeshift Hammerlock to march her to the center of the squared circle. In the same instant she pressed her left hand to right side of Lyssa's head and used it to spin her around and down into a Standing Headscissors that also kept Zahn's right arm wrenched behind her back. Once that was done, the Bankable Bombshell reached down and hooked her left arm behind the Social Media Superstar's right knee, all the better to yank it off the mat in a snug Cradle. With no less than three hooks sunk very deep, Sue offered a wink to the hard camera before she dipped down and hoisted her burden upside down, Zahn packaged nice and tight on display for the whole world to admire until the champ kicked her legs forward and dropped to her butt, Sue just THWHUMPING Lyssa down on the back of her head and shoulders!
SPIRIT CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EsGeYdhPnQ
The Spirit Crusher popped Lyssa out of Sue's grasp, but she was still within easy reach as evidenced by how quickly the champ swung a leg across and climbed aboard, the crowd getting even louder Burlingame buried the competition in bronzed buttock! Boots already snugged in tight against the side of her foe's skull, Sue leaned forward and hooked Lyssa's left leg in a Half Matchbook that put the Insta-gator's own glutes on display while she fluffed her hair and Nick Castle counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Burlingame celebrated the CLANG with a sporty bicep flex and a satisfied smirk emphasized by the Announcer's confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion... SUE BURLINGAME!”
Castle came over with the belt and offered it to the winner, but she waved him off for the moment. “Not quite yet, Nick.” she cranked Lyssa's captured leg back and brazenly SLAPPED the challenger's hapless buns. “This one ended so fast I don't think she realized what happened. That doesn't seem fair, does it?”
The Ace didn't wait for an answer before spreading her knees a little wider so she could sweep her crotch up and down the other brunette's mumbling features.
The Senior Official sighed, but didn't try to change Burlingame's mind. Instead he said, “Don't take it too far, Sue. Making statements is fine, but you don't need any more enemies.” “Oh, she can leave whenever she's ready.” Sue spoke to the zebra, though her words were solely for Zahn. All she's gotta do is treat my ass with a little more respect than she showed it between the bells. Hear that, Lys?” she flattened her free hand into a paddle and swatted Zahn's cheeks half a dozen times. “Just a nice little love tap will get you outta there.”
Zahn, who'd started to thrash when oxygen ran low, squealed and rocked from side to side, the infuriated grappler trying to buck Burlingame off even as she breathed in less and less. “GHEDHOFF!” she huffed up at the domineering Ace. “GHEDHOFFAMEEYOOBIDGEEEEERRRRRGGGHHHHH!”
Sue collected the New Yorker's other leg to make it a full Matchbook, then opened up a great deal more backside for punishment by hooking her thumbs into Zahn's leg-holes and yanking the lycra up in a vicious wedgie!
“Both hands!” Burlingame demanded when Lyssa started swatting the canvas with her left hand. “Both hands, slappin' these cheeks if you wanna breathe, Lyssa! Don't test me!”
Alas Zahn had tested the Rainmaker and came up short, which meant it was only a few more seconds until she did as bade, the challenger slapping out a disconsolate little ditty against those smothering buns.
Pleased with the results, Sue tossed those flailing legs aside, then treated the FAWNatics to a double bicep flex en route to regaining her feet. Gold slung over her shoulder shortly thereafter, Burlingame made a show of 'flicking' her distended bottoms back into her place while her shadow fell over the prone, exhausted form of Lyssa Zahn.
“Let this be a warning to anyone who wants to be at the front of the line.” the Ace told the camera a few seconds later. “Anyone wants a shot, its yours. But if you step up, you best be sure you're gonna walk away with this belt draped over your shoulder. Because if you don't?”
Sue raised a boot and set it down on Lyssa's tummy to earn one more pained gasp.
“You're gonna get stepped on. Or worse.”
With that, Sue swatted the golden face-plate of the World Title and held it aloft for all to see as the Red, White, & Bruised broadcast faded to black.