Post by hawkeye on Sept 6, 2024 0:20:43 GMT
There’s a curious excited energy surrounding tonight’s main event. Since Copper’s debut, the dirt-sheets have been combing for any scrap of gossip regarding the contract status of her trending wrestling stable, the Precious Metals. The colorful trio had built quite the fan-base in their short careers and it grew exponentially when videos of their rehabilitation program ‘Rehab with Wrestling!’ went viral. Have they signed to FAWN or was this just a one-off? If they sign, will they barge into the tag title scene right off the bat? Well the answers have come and they are revelatory! All three members of the popular faction from the indie scene have signed to Orlando and their leader, the majestic and charitable Gold, would face off against Sue Burlingame for the World Title!
GOLD STANDARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVg3XMgPLNU
The hard-rocking instrumental version of the Star Spangled Banner blared and the FAWNatics took that as their cue to jump out of their seats and start screaming! The FAWNtron showcased an elemental table available in any high school textbook, waving like a nation’s flag in the wind. The Atomic symbol for gold ‘Au’ begins to shine and grow in size til it took over the screen. Swaggering out of the Gorilla Position and flexing sinewy, heavily tattooed arms stood a leather-clad, altruistic Amazon who’s ready to play hard and look good doing it.
“Introducing first! From Central City, Colorado… Representing The Precious Metals… She stands at Five Feet Nine Inches and weighs in at one-hundred and forty-nine pounds, she is Genevieve Midas-Young, but you can call her… GOLD!
GOLD:
Taking in the loving masses with a look of subtle awe, she ran her hands over nearly shaven, dyed tawny hair and licked her full lips. “Can’t believe we’re at the show already. Thought it’d be at least another two years and two countries before FAWN called.” She noticed a zooming-in cameraman and struck a pose, popping a hip and curling a bicep, “Thank you all for this lovely reception. Now I’m going to get in that ring and earn it!”
Radiating confidence and sex appeal, Gold strode down the ramp in a heartrate-raising sleeveless black leather catsuit and matching elbow pads and fingerless gloves. A darker segment of leather rose from between her legs and spread to cover most of her abundant chest to form halter top straps. Along the left side were polished gold snap fasteners if the match turned ‘Old School’ and Gold needed to set the puppies free. Positioned purposefully to draw attention to said puppies was an embossed ‘Au’ in cursive.
RING GEAR:
Countless enraptured fans reached over the guard rail to slap the newcomer’s hand and Gold did her best to hit every one, going so far as to do a lap of the ring to give those high-priced ticket buyers their money’s worth. Once that’s done Gold bounded up the steel steps in her black boots(gold soles and laces of course) and threw a long leg over the middle rope. Gripping it in one hand she points to the audience watching at home and spoke heartily, “Live clean, wrestle clean, and have fun. This is for you, fam!”
Midas-Young showily swung her other leg into the field of battle and jogs to her corner. She could feel that brilliant belt around her waist already.
Senior Official Nick Castle was checking on Gold's pads and boots when the Announcer picked it back up.“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 Slaybor Day throng almost blew the off the building 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. Beaming from ear to ear, Susie Four-Times 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 raucous crowd, then started down the ramp.
For the next defense in her latest World Title reign, Burlingame wore her classic dark blue two-piece with mellow gold 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 trying to get a bead on the Destroyer waiting in the opposite corner.
The bell sounded shortly thereafter and both champion and challenger were out of their corners on a beeline to the center of the ring. Slowing down as she closed on Burlingame, Gold offered her hand to the Bankable Bombshell and was pleased when Sue took it with no hesitation whatsoever. “Pleasure to finally share a ring with you, Ace.” she said as they broke apart. “Apologies for the line-cutting, usually I'd work my way up to a shot, but Bethany Christian doesn't offer main event spots very often...and the FAWN World Championship is just the sort of accessory I love.”
“No harm, no foul, Gold.” Burlingame replied over fists raised to chest-level. I'd do the same if our positions were reversed. But don't think you're gonna stroll into my house and take what's mine without one hell of a fight.”
The newcomer grinned and rolled her shoulders. “Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. You ready to do this?”
Sue beckoned her in with a crooked finger. “Whenever you're ready, babe.”
Gold nodded and exploded forward, the Gleaming Guardian sweeping Burlingame into a strong Collar & Elbow that forced the champ to cede several steps before she planted her right leg like a kickstand to halt the challenger's progress. A bit of pushing and shoving followed with no real progress made, so the women broke apart and resumed circling. One rotation down and it was the Rainmaker shooting in, Burlingame going tummy-to-tummy with her Destroyer-class adversary to regain some of the ground she'd lo—'OOOOOHHHH!' from those assembled when Gold dug in her heels and simply broke the clinch with a shove that sent Sue backpedaling most of the way to the ropes!
“You're great girl, you won't hear me claim anything to the contrary.” Gold told Burlingame as the champ took a moment to consider her options after that dominant show of strength. “But being the Ace doesn't mean you match up to the Gold Standard.”
Sue arched an eyebrow and offered her foe an impressed little nod. “Maybe not. But making gold your name won't put it around your waist.”
“No it won't.” the Precious Powerhouse replied. “That's why I've gotta take yours.”
“Come get it then, baby.”
Gold obliged Burlingame by lunging for another lock-up, but this time the heiress dipped beneath those questing hands and shot around behind where she promptly THWHAPPED a heavy Forearm Smash across Gold's shoulders! The challenger stumbled a half step forward so Sue wrapped her up in a Waistlock and led-dragged her back into the middle of the squared circle. Once there she planted her feet and dropped her hips to—the Aureate Avenger grabbed hold of Burlingame's wrists and stamped her feet in a deep squat that put an abrupt halt to Sue's German Suplex attempt. That was startling enough, but Burlingame was downright surprised when the newcomer prized her hands apart, then drew her hips forward and thrust them backward into the champ's abs with an audible THUMP!
Gold waggled an index finger 'no, no, no!' and mouthed, 'not enough!' before she turned around to square off with the Bankable Bombsh—THWHACK! Sue hopped forward off her left foot to plant the right in the pit of Gold's stomach! The challenger grunted and hunched forward, not quite doubled over but certainly not at her full height, at least not until Sue rushed forward and smashed her right knee into the Destroyer's forehead! Gold straightened up without backpedaling so Burlingame whipped 'round on one heel and came out the other side with a Discus Haymaker that caromed off the same spot she'd hit with the Kneelift! Now the challenger swayed on the spot, but she was still far too vertical for the Ace's liking so Sue whipped her right leg up and cocked her lower leg back just an extra half second before she THWACKED the kick against Gold's left ear!
ACE'S FLURRY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U03T4iLc5rI
The Question Mark Kick usually put her foes flat on their back, yet Sue wasn't really surprised when Gold swooned around in a half circle and dropped to all fours. Certain she was looking at a woman who wouldn't stay down unless forced to do so, the brunette sidled up on Gold's left and brought her right foot up and back so she could catch the top of that foot in her right hand. Pivoting around on her plant foot, she pulled back on the right to bring it waaaaaaaaaaaaay up in a move that looked like it belonged in ballet or possibly yoga. Unfortunately for the challenger, Sue had something far less pleasant in mind as evidenced when she let go and brought that leg slicing down, the Switchblade Kick CLAPPING hard against the back of her opponent's skull!
SWITCHBLADE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-dectaSr2k
The Golden Guardian finally hit the deck and Burlingame pounced with a swift Kneedrop to that same spot before shooting the Half Nelson to roll her onto her back. Just like that she slid into a Lateral Press, the Bankable Bombshell hooking the far leg nice and tight while Nick Castle swooped in to count...
ONE...
Gold shoved Burlingame away with enough force to set the stunned champ back on her feet long before the ref could reach 'TWO!'
Sue didn't exactly look shocked at the challenger's escape (she'd seen all manner of things during the last twenty years after all) but the expression stamped on her face certainly suggested a change in approach was forthcoming. Case in point, Gold rose to one knee and the Rainmaker swarmed her at once, the eldest Burlingame sister snatching a Side Headlock and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezing tight enough to earn an audible groan from the Precious Powerhouse.
Hands locked in a white-knuckle S-grip, Sue crushed the Coloradan's head between forearm, bicep, and torso in hopes of inducing a migraine to hamper future decision making. A solid strategy to be sure, yet not one that Gold seemed keen to indulge, if her angry grimace was any indication. Balling her left hand into a fist, the newcomer PWAAAKED a few punches into the brunette's left flank, then used her right hand to catch hold of the heiress' togs above her right hip to provide a proper hook as she clambered to boot-leather.
Releasing the trunks grip before Castle could complain about it, Gold smacked a few rude Forearm Smashes into the small of the brunette's back, then placed her hand on that fresh welt and shoved har—NO!
Sue felt it coming and leaned backward at an angle that let her brace both heels against the canvas. Even so she took a few awkward steps toward the ropes when Gold shoved off, but the Headlock held firm so the Aureate Avenger was forced to stumble along in the champ's wake. “Not gonna do it, baby!” Burlingame proclaimed as she went up on tiptoe, then dropped to one knee in an effort to cauliflower her foe's ears. “You want out of this Headlock, you're gonna have to WORK for itUUUFFFHHHH!”
Mere shoving hadn't done the trick, so Gold wrapped her arms around the brunette's waist, locked her hands and answered with a Bear Hug strong enough to make the Ace grit her teeth! She was still getting used to this new arrangement when the challenger dipped her knees and simply boosted the World Champion off her feet with the Headlock still firmly in place! Pleased by the surprised 'ooooooohhhh's!' that resolved themselves into 'GOLD!' chants despite the grinding pain in her temples, the Gleaming Guardian steadied her balance before tromping toward the edge of the squared circle. She might not be able to break Burlingame's grip, but she could force her to honor the rules of engage—understanding what the challenger had in mind, Sue brought her legs up, set both feet against the bottom rope and pushed off as hard as she could! The abrupt change in momentum put Gold off balance and she whipped around in a half circle just to find herself emphatically THWHUMPED against the deck by the Rainmaker's Springboard Headlock Takedown!
SPRINGBOARD HEADLOCK TAKEDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mKf2vzAqO_o
“You are STRONG, Goldie!” Burlingame admitted it out loud only because she heard / felt the Destroyer's heels smacking the canvas as she wallowed in the grinding grip. “But I can turn strong whatever which way I want. And right now I want you down here on this mat!”
Gold hissed, swatted the other wrestler's hip with her right hand, then tried to get it under Burlingame's chin only to have the Bankable Bombshell pull out of reach. “Not interested in any hand today, cutie.” she muttered. “How do you feel about boob? Could you use some of that in your life?”
“Hell noMMMPPPPPHHHHH!”
Turned out she didn't have much choice in the matter as Sue yoked up on the Headlock to give her foe a big mouthful of side boob. Wasn't quite a full smother, but it definitely had the Precious Powerhouse breathing harder than she'd like at this stage of the match. Even so, it didn't stop her from snaking her arms around the brunette's waist again to secure another Bear Hug. Squeezing hard enough to make Sue gasp got the challenger to one knee and from there she returned to full—“OOOFFFHH!” Burlingame threw a Kneelift into the challenger's tummy, then set her feet and slung Gold over her hip—OR NOT!
Gold set her feet and dropped into a deep crouch to stuff the Takedown attempt. Bearing down on the Hug harder than ever, she wrenched her head free of the champ's grasp with an audible sigh of relief only to immediately trap Sue's right arm over her head in a Half Nelson! Left arm crooked into a 'V', Gold thwhap-thwhap-THWHAPPED a trio of stiff Forearm Smashes across the nape of her opponent's neck! It could've been a lot more if she hadn't switched over to a Waistlock and muscled the Rainmaker high into the air, Sue's long legs kicking up toward the rafters even as Gold dropped to one knee and THWHUMPED her down spine-first across that posted joint!
HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6YcE4akKXY
OOOOOHHHH!!!
Burlingame’s billions (and billions!)of supporters winced and groaned at the sight of their Ace almost broken over Genevieve’s knee. The Bankable Champ bounced off the joint into a writhing heap on the mat, biting her lip so as not to scream out in front of a newbie. The Precious Metals member stood up from the wreckage of her opponent rubbing her nape, that Headlock had Gold feeling that something’s out of place. She palmed her chin and scalp and adjusted her neck with an audible crack! With a smirk of relief, Gold shot her arms to the sky with index fingers extended and hollers out with her whole heart, “Precious!”
METALS!! The once-divided crowd unified and shouted back in Pavlovian support for the Aureate Avenger, FAWN legend be damned. Gold nodded, clapped her hands gave the masses a double fist pump, “Let’s turn it up!”
Sue’s made it to all fours by this point, so the delightful Destroyer decided to give the World Champion a helping hand to her feet with an Inverted Facelock that put a curve in the Ace’s spine. Burlingame’s Backers were affronted at the thought of Sue being put into her own Root of All Evil finisher, but these accusations of gimmick infringement were quickly proved false.
“Up we go…” Midas-Young snagged Sue by the waistline of her bottoms, effortlessly heaved the brunette into the sky and kept her there, the two forming a living pillar as the blood in Burlingame’s body traveled down and flooded her brain. Gold cheekily turns away from the hard cam and clenched her bootylicious in tune with the FAWNatics timing once they started the clock, “...THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN!”
INVERTED SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBqUn8c2QEg
“And down we go!” Gold toppled backward smacking Sue’s front against the ring floor. Dizzy and hurting, Burlingame rolled over onto her back leaving herself vulnerable to a cover and Gold obliged. The larger, younger woman dropped across her front in a Lateral Press, curiously choosing not to hook the leg for more leverage. If it’s a rookie mistake it’s a costly one; the veteran kicked out at 'ONE!' and turned onto her stomach- Gold stretched across Sue’s back and scissored her left arm as she trapped the right under an armpit and worked to pop both out of their sockets!
Rings of Saturn, Genevieve Midas-Young to Sue Burlingame.
RINGS OF SATURN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=efXtVUkQ2Ow
The Ace couldn't help but scream out as her wings were slowly torn apart before pride made Sue clench her teeth and bury the pain with earned mental fortitude. Gold reefed on the submission raising Sue’s chest off the mat and wringing an angry whine from the Bankable One. The formidable challenger provided a constant and chipper commentary that clashed with her torturous manipulations.
“You know the move comes up a lot in the rehab center, you know wrestling therapy? The Rings just wring the truth out of people. Get them to face their demons. Not that I’m suggesting you have any. Am I talking too much? Forgive me, first-day jitters...”
Sue’s been around the ring enough to know Gold’s constant chattering could be a way to annoy and distract her, but just because she knew the trick it didn't make it less annoying. Despite the supernovas blowing up in her shoulders, Gold’s 149lbs on her back and the unwanted deep dive into alternative rehabilitation, Sue knew their position in the ring and ropes were within crawling distance. The trip was as slow and painful as it would be for a snail traveling across a hot desert but the veteran wrestler inched her way in reverse till her boot touched cable, “Break!”
The World Champion’s bid for freedom cuts through Gold’s tittle-tattle, “...What kind of pancake place runs out of syrup? Oh!”
The Gleaming Guardian of Central released Burlingame without needing the referee’s count. It would have been smarter to make the most of the five-count but the Precious Metals fight clean, even with a World title on the line. Gold backed off allowing the champ to climb up the ropes to verticality. A flinching Sue rolled her shoulders testing their range of movement and how much it hurts to move them.
“Nice flow of offence there, Goldie,” Burlingame complimented her statuesque adversary as she cautiously sidled away from the ropes in a grappler’s crouch with Gold stalking her like a house cat on the hunt. “You’ll do well here. After I give you the FAWN welcome of getting the best seat in the house, that is.”
Midas-Young puts a hand over her heart to show gratitude before she lunged at the brunette who danced out of her path. “From a legend like you that’s almost worth a title, almost. But I’m sorry to say…” the Aureate Avenger angled her round rear at the boastful brunette and wiggled a hip , “You’re now the second best seat in the house. Well, maybe third. That short-stack, Cassava? She’s packing some top-grade cake.”
Crack! “AAIE!” Sue would take no slights against her moneymaker and struck like a cobra, blasting Gold’s leather bound buns with a Knife-Edge Chop. The Destroyer gripped her lower cheeks and angrily turned to face Sue. Crack! Before Gold could make her anger known, Sue landed a stiff double Overhand Chop on the Coloradan’s bounty.
“FEEGH!” Genevieve's heavy set of knockers knocked into each other as they rippled from from Sue’s assault. The challenger staggered back until The World champion grabbed her by the forearm and buggywhipped Genevieve into the far—NO! Gold dropped to a knee to stop the Whip in its tracks and yanked Sue in her stead. The daunting strength of the new hire had Burlingame bounding to the corner where she hit the turnbuckles with a vibrating BWAAM! Burlingame threw her arms over the ropes to keep from falling to a seat and took on a pained scowl, she’ll have bruises on her back in the morning. The steady bass of Gold’s boots running on the canvas woke Sue up from her self-diagnosis and she saw the bosomy battler jiggling her way close enough to leap for an Avalanche Splash. While many would envy Sue’s position the champ decided not to partake and dashed down the ropes, letting Gold crash into the padded steel without a hall of famer as a cushion. After temporarily and agonizingly going from an H Cup to an A in an instant, Genevieve tottered back silently screaming with her arms crossed over her front. Sue blazed by and snagged the Gleaming Guardian’s nearly bald dome in a Side Headlock and made the vivacious volunteer run a few paces before the hot mama sat out and slammed Gold’s face into the mat with a Bulldog.
BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gzKSRSQ4t3A
GMY flopped onto her back from from the aftershock of the move and looked up at the ceiling with a dazed expression that turned bug-eyed when Sue dropped her rump on Gold’s gulping tummy. The World champ collected each of the challenger’s legs under an arm and leaned back into a bridge. Spreading Genevieve's legs nice and wide for the camera as the official cemented her victory.
ONE!
TWO!!
Quick as a sprung mousetrap, Gold whipped her legs down and sits up. Sue’s sent into a forward roll onto her fours, but she fired a blind Mule Kick that landed flush on Gold’s face and knocked her flat once again. Sue took her time getting to her feet knowing the Precious Metals soldier would be too busy wriggling on the canvas to attack. She madr a show leaning forward and flicking her briefs into place before she tried wrangling the rookie off the mat with a Double Underhook.
“It was a nice try, Genie. Don’t be sad,” Sue breathed, finally getting the bowed woman on somewhat steady legs. The Four-Time World champion sensually swiveled her hips in figure-eights coaxing whistles from the packed arena. She's going to end this match in style.
“The list of women I’ve facesat are some of the greatest in the business. I think there's a support gro-WAIT!!” Gold’s body went from rubber to steel; she ripped her arms free from the Underhooks and surged to her full 5’9. Sue was going to treat the FAWNatics to a fight-finishing Tiger Driver but instead found herself tossed head over heels with a Back Body Drop. The Ace expertly flipped in the air and rolled with the landing, bursting off in a sprint to the ropes once she had her bearings. Springing off the coils Sue launched into a Crossbody—Gold caught her with ease! Spinning the grown woman like a baton, Gold shifted the champ upside-down and lowered her hips to swallow Sue’s face with her thighs while tightly bending Sue’s legs heel to butt. The arena cooed and applauds with great appreciation for this rarely seen north of the border Callberte!
BRAIN BOOST @ 00:34
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aO6FVSFdujU&t=34s
“Mmmugggh!” Sue felt a burning in her knees as the blood rushed to her head for the second time this fight as it’s crushed in the rookie’s vise. Her groans of discomfort were muffled by Genevieve's firm, leather wrapped thighs. Whoever said gold was a soft metal was lying! She tried to find some seam she could slip her probing fingers into and rip the challenger in two with a wedgie. Alas, Gold’s catsuit had none to find in that area so the search proved fruitless, but it did give the FAWNatics the visual treat of Sue roughly handling Gold’s backside like they’re a couple trying out a new position in the boudoir.
“Come on, Susannah,” Genevieve dared to use the Ace’s government name. “Spare yourself a night of headaches and throw in the towel. I won't even make you tap out on my ass, my leg will do.”
Sue fired off a list of reasons why that'll never happen but it's indecipherable from within the Headscissors. The clock was ticking down fast for Sue and it felt like Gold could keep this up for the rest of the night. Concentrating as much as she could, Burlingame flattened her hands into paddles and daggered Gold’s hips with a Mongolian Chop. The Destroyer winced but doesn’t waver, even jerking her holds on The Ace’s stems to fire off pangs in her knees. Sue chopped Gold’s hips again and again, and again, a little bit harder each time. On the fifth time a shudder runs through Gold’s form and she had to catch her balance; Sue braced her hands on Genevieve's thighs and shoved her gasping face free of the Scissors and tried to kick her legs free. Gold changed her grip from the champ's ankles to a Waistlock and heaved Sue’s upper body up like she's unfurling a rug. Sue desperately stretched for the ropes, salvation’s only inches away.
THAWHAM!
The Gold Standard dropped to a seat as she swung Sue down and busted her face against the mat with rope shaking force!
WHEELBARROW SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HsBPoiswS2w
Even the few remaining FAWNatics that refused to forgive Sue for her heelish past cringed and sucked their teeth at the impact she just absorbed. The low Ace laid face-down between her opponent’s legs, unmoving aside from the twitch of her fingers. Gold quirked a lip, reached over and gave Sue a light slap on the butt.
“Looking up close, maybe fourth. This ass may have quit before your spirit.”
No response from the heiress, so Gold cinched her arms around the champ's upper thighs and turned onto one knee to flop Burlingame onto her back. Settling into a seat on the flattened brunette's chest created an excellent Reverse Matchbook, but the Gleaming Guardian didn't even acknowledge the domineering mount until she'd reached down and helped herself to Sue's wrists, the challenger rightly drawing them away from the ropes while Castle and the FAWNatics counted...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Sue jabbed the heel of her left boot into the nape of Gold's neck while simultaneously wrenching her hips to the right to spill the newcomer from her mount with a whisper to spare!
Gold grimaced, one hand rubbing at the sore spot so recently inflicted. “Ok honey, I get it. You want me to take even more before I take that title? Your wish is my command.”
Filling her hands with the brunette's battle-damp hair, Gold stood up and forced Burlingame to do the same with a series of sharp tugs. Shifting over to a Wristlock before Nick could warn her about the tugging, Midas-Young put a quick Shoulderblock in Sue's sternum to ensure maximum separation when she stepped back and slung the Bankable Bombshell into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Burlingame had the wherewithal to turn into the strands, but otherwise she looked to be on autopilot as she headed back to the Precious Powerhouse. Feet set, Gold dropped into a crouch and braced her palms against the champ's hips to guarantee the most 'oomph' when she straightened up and launched the Ace into the lig—NO!
Sue caught Gold's noggin in a Front Facelock on ascent and held on for dear life, the challenger's strength stretching her into a tawny forty-five degree arrow before Sue pulled her knees in and swung around in a half circle that yanked Gold off balance and THWHUNKED the crown of her skull into the canvas courtesy a huge Tornado DDT! The force of it sent Gold rolling through to a dazed seat that she only occupied for a few seconds before slopping onto one side with both arms swaddling her head.
As for Sue, she was still breathing hard after soaking up so much of the challenger's offense, but the roar of the crowd had acted like a shot of adrenaline and it wasn't long before she scrambled over to Genevieve and stretched out across her chest to hook the far leg for...
ONE...
TWO...
Gold kicked out almost simultaneous with TWO, the strength of her refusal earning a loud 'OOOOOOHHHH!' from those assembled.
Sue seemed far less enthused, especially when she got to her feet and found the Aureate Avenger already on all fours. Approaching from her foe's left, Burlingame hopped up and kicked her right leg high overhead just to bring it down on the base of Gold's skull with an audible THWHAP!
JUMPING AXE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=75GNl_Xoz8g
The quick Axe Kick slowed the Destroyer's return to verticality without actually stopping it, so the heiress circled around behind and lent a hand by wrapping both arms around Gold's waist. Knotted hands digging deep into her foe's midsection, Sue yanked the taller wrestler upright, then dipped her hips and—Gold grabbed hold of the Ace's wrists, then torqued her hips as hard as she could to break Sue's grip like it was tissue paper! Waggling a finger 'no, no, no!' as a wide-eyed Burlingame caught her balance in front of the Precious Powerhouse, Gold pressed her other hand to her forehead and muttered, “You're not stronger than me, honey. You need to get that through your heNNGGHH!”
Sue twitched a knee up and Gold raised a high guard to deflect another head kick so of course the Bankable Bombshell went low with a viper-quick Sweep that caught GMY across the ankles and sent her crashing to the deck! Gold landed flat but pushed up quickly enough, one hand pressed to her mouth to see if she'd bloodied anything on impa—THWHACK! Sue hit the strands in front of the penitent challenger, came off twice as fast and celebrated her return by smashing a Penalty Kick into her foe's sternum!
SWEEP KICK & PENALTY KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbR5cvc5yD8
The Gleaming Guardian went down on her back and this time there was no speedy recovery, though she did manage to tumble onto one side. She was still trying to catch her breath when Burlingame clamped onto her ears and gave them a sharp twist!
“Get up, Goldie.” she demanded of the groaning battler. “Fight's still going on, unless you quit when I wasn't paying attention.”
“Hrrgghh... the hell I did.” Gold grunted. “I didn't come all this way just to lose my first matcGGRRHHH!”
Sue slipped 'round behind and secured yet another Waistlock, the Rainmaker bearing down tight to—Gold grabbed hold of the champ's wrists, wrenched them apart like it was nothing and yanked her hips forward just to drive them bac—“HNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Grinning as Gold took the bait, Sue lunged forward and THUMPED her right knee into those wrecking ball buns to set the leader of Precious Metals up on tiptoe! This new arrangement was far more to Sue's liking, yet it still wasn't perfect as evidenced by how quickly the champ stuffed her head beneath Gold's left arm. Wrapping her right arm around the mincing Destroyer's waist, Sue braced her left hand against the back of the challenger's left thigh and let out an effortful grunt as she muscled the Aureate Avenger up onto her shoulder!
“That's right, drink it in, people!” Burlingame told the crowd as they admired Gold's precious posterior. “It's not gonna look nearly so good in, well, right now.” With that she swung Genevieve forward and went down on one knee to SPIKE the Destroyer's cheeks with a huge Atomic Drop!
Already wobbling, Midas-Young shot up on tiptoe and stumbled into the strands but with her hands assessing the damage she couldn't hook on and instead bounced back the way she'd ca—Sue snatched the Waistlock, dropped it down loooooooooooow, then peeled off a bridge to THAWHAM the Gold Standard onto the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a gorgeous German Suplex!
Castle dove into position at once but he didn't even get a chance to lift his arm because Burlingame rolled to one knee with the Waistlock still in place and Gold drooping in her clutches. On her feet shortly thereafter the Rainmaker gathered her reserves and THWHAM, reminded the challenger she wasn't too big to get tossed around! Hands still locked, the eldest Burlingame sister stood up, saw she was facing the hard camera and deliberately turned her back to it. Taking a moment to waggle her hips for everyone backing her play, Susie Four-Times switched from the Waistlock to a Full Nelson that forced Gold's chin deep into the top of her own cleavage! Her pinioned arms had just started to wriggle when Sue snapped off her third bridge to PLANT Gold ass over teakettle with a massive Dragon Suplex!
DRAGON SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-a49lgtrc3k
No getting up this time, Sue bridged onto her toes to keep the Precious Powerhouse folded up and wriggling through...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Genevieve twisted loose of the Full Nelson and toppled onto her stomach, the discombobulated Destroyer throwing one woozy arm over the back of her battered skull!
Sue spun to one knee, swept her hair back with both hands, then showed three fingers to Castle, who responded with two. Nodding understanding, the Bankable Bombshell casually reached out and SLAPPED the challenger's defenseless buns!
“Don't think I didn't hear that 'fourth best' shit earlier, Goldie.” she chided. “Normally a slander like that is a one way ticket to Nose Deep, but you're still talking like a girl with a guest pass so I'm going to let it slide... for now.”
GMY grunted something that sounded vaguely defiant so Sue shoveled the Precious Powerhouse onto her back, then grabbed hold of her right ankle and angled it across Gold's left thigh in a Figure Four of sorts. Setting her right shin against Gold's left ankle to keep the limb in place, Sue hunkered down and glommed onto the shoulder-straps of the challenger's catsuit so she could drag her to a seat. In the same instant she tucked Midas-Young's head beneath her right armpit and threaded her own arms beneath the Coloradan's biceps to secure the Butterfly Lock. What was already painful grew exponentially more so when Sue let out a grunt and hoisted the trapped powerhouse up high enough to balance her on nothing sturdier than the heel of her right boot and the toe of her left!
HANGING BUTTERFLY LOCK @ 5:53
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0hs6sBRnF1M
“AAAARRRHHH GAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” Gold came out of her stupor with an echoing shriek thanks to the agonizing strain on her shoulders, knees, and neck.
“What do you say, Gold?” Nick asked several seconds after the challenger's initial outburst. “Need me to call for the bell?”
“NO!” Genevieve couldn't shake her head 'no' so she waggled a finger instead. “I've got this! Just let me RRRRGGGHHHH!”
Sue jounced in place half a dozen times, then dropped into a deeper squat to put more pressure on the Destroyer's knees. “Tap out, baby.” Burlingame demanded over the challenger's groans. “You don't even have to tap out on my ass!”
“What ass?” Gold countered in a voice thick with pain.
“Oh, that's how it's gonna be?” the Ace snapped. “Let's see how many knots I can tie you rrrggghhh!”
Gold began swiping her head up and down the brunette's left flank, the challenger using her nearly-shaved pate as an abrasive weapon before she decided to gouge her chin in just above the champ's right hip. This aggressive abrasion didn't break the Butterfly Lock, it did however allow Gold to free her legs from the painful knot and with that done she promptly wedged her head between Burlingame's thi—“OOOFFFHHH!”
Sue wasn't quite sure what the Aureate Avenger had in mind, only that she wanted no part of it. Thus she hopped in place and THUMPED the shelf of her buns down on the back of Gold's skull! Two more short-range Butt Bombs put a noticeable shiver in GMY's stems so the Rainmaker hoisted the Gleaming Guardian upside down and immediately dropped to her knees, just THWHAMMING Gold down on the back of her head and shoulders!
TIGER DRIVER '91:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqvKljfy3Xo
The FAWNatics screamed for a cover after the Tiger Driver '91 connected, but Sue Burlingame wasn't quite certain the challenger was finished so she put her hands against the small of Gold's back and shoved her backward so came down on her hands and knees. Already hooked onto those handy shoulder-straps, Burlingame stood up and welcomed the Precious Powerhouse into a Standing Headscissors. From there she wrapped her arms around Gold's waist and—OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH! from the capacity crowd when Gold cinched her arms around the champion's thighs and stood up straight while Sue held onto the Waistlock and Headscissors!
Most were still processing the shift in positions when the Gold Standard kicked both legs forward and dropped to a seat, thus THWHUNKING the top of Sue's skull into the deck with an impromptu Beach Break! Sue rolled away into a tawny spread-eagle and much as Gold's fans wanted their heroine to cover, the challenger had already collapsed in the opposite direction under the accumulated weight of her aches and pains.
BEACH BREAK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1fjZBBNRik8
These two warring women laid on the hot landscape of the Squared Circle, their bellies rising and falling as they fought to force air into their lungs to kick-start a wave of adrenaline. The surrounding FAWNatics cut the arena in half with dueling chants.
PRE-CIOUS ME-TALS!!
BURLIN-GAME!!
PRE-CIOUS ME-TALS!!
BURLIN-GAME!!
The divided love of the fans spurred the women to wearily rise to their hands and knees and crawl toward their adversary. Just off center of the ring, champion and challenger drew within swinging distance and swing they did! Rising off their haunches with each hit, Sue and Gold traded punches, forearm strikes and Chops of all kinds. The sound of sweat-soaked skin hitting skin echoes out to an uneven rhythm. Crack! Slap! Wap! CRACK!
What started as an even exchange began to edge in Sue’s favor. Her speed advantage looked to be a pivotal factor, she’s landing two blows for every one of Gold’s, lighting up the Coloradan’s rack with Knife-Edges and trying to punch through what feels like well-defined abs. “These tits will belong to me before the night is over,” she proclaimed, “and I won’t trade them for anything that’s less than 24 karats!”
But Genevieve wasn't just being a sexy punching bag. She’s swinging high and low, pinking Sue’s midsection and rattling her ribs with palm strikes, and on every off beat she turned The Ace’s head with elbow strikes. “Those hips are looking creaky, Sue! Better pass that belt to me before something breaks!”
This deluge of pain they’re unleashing on each other seemed to recharge their fighting spirit and energize the crowd; while raining blows on each other they rose off their backsides and onto their feet. The arena could feel a breaking point coming… Genevieve fired a strong Uppercut that hit the underside of Sue’s right breast, nearly bouncing it out of her top. The World Champion bleated and shrank back, covering up like a desperate rookie. Gold lunged at the champ-CRACK!
For the first time this match a Bytch Slap had been thrown, and it’s Sue leaving a fresh, burning hand-print on Gold’s cheek! The challenger’s neck twisted sharply under the fierceness of the slap sending a spray of sweat to catch the lights. Gold’s head turned back looking caught between physically stunned and royally pissed off “You-!” CRAACK!!
Sue caught Gold on the same cheek with a backhand hard enough to make her eyes water, the heiress states firmly, “You go for the champ’s top, you get what you deserve.” The challenger may have left her feet if Sue hadn’t laced her fingers behind Gold’s neck in a Muay Thai clasp and reeled her close and low. Burlingame pistoned knees into Genevieve's body with a precise rhythm; forehead, left tit, right tit, forehead, left tit, right tit, and so on.
“I get wanting to go out on your shield,” Burlingame huffed while trying to knock the stuffing out of GMY’s bra. “But the Sanders fighting style of waiting for the enemy to get tuckered out from beating your ass only works for her.”
The Ace had much more to say on the subject, but Genevieve had heard enough. The Gleaming Guardian blocked two Kneelifts and hooked her arms around the stem on the third attempt. Burlingame felt a sudden and intense panic attack as she nearly lost her balance before being lifted across the challenger’s shoulders. Wrestling karma dictates she head for a drive through Pleasant Valley, but Genieve’s a casual Kylie fan at best. She hurled herself into a fast front flip that would have resulted in injury without Sue to soften the landing. In contrast, the Ace might be on the shelf after taking all of the Destroyer’s weight the moment she’s crushed against the canvas with a Fireman’s Carry Slam.
FINLAY ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhWCS2hldlk
“UGGggh!”
The sound erupting from Sue’s lips was synonymous with roadkill, but the ring was far more dangerous than any mere asphalt shoulder. The leader of Precious Metals kipped up with Sue impressively still in the Fireman’s Carry. Gold bounced on her toes to eject the brunette from her shoulders and instead held her across her chest like firewood. Gold winked at the camera and gave Burlingame’s rump a hard squeeze before launching into a back-flip that sandwiched the veteran between the mat and Gold’s glorious young body.
STANDING MOONSAULT POWERSLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aL65G7XYV0E
“That’s right! I got hops!” Gold called out to the FAWNatics as she transitioned into a cover of the flattened and breathless Sue. Hugging one tanned stem and grapevining the other, Gold spread Burlingame's stems into a near split as she leaned back to weigh down the Ace. The back to back acrobatics earned the debuting talent the cheers of a dazzled audience, and in the next three seconds it’ll earn her a championship.
ONE!
TWO!!
T—NOOOO!!!
Sue dug deep and shot both arms off the mat as she took in a raspy inhale. Gold couldn't help herself and gave Castle a pleading look, but he just shook his head and emphasized the two fingers he’s holding up. She gave a resigned shrug, “Gotta keep pushin’ then.”
Gold pushed off Sue’s body to stand then helped the future hall of famer to her feet with a teacherly and receipt-paying twist of the ear. The brunette hissed like a teakettle as she's brought to verticality by the cartilage “Off!”
She swiped another teeth-rattling Bytch Slap but it’s thrown at a bad angle and Gold caught her by the wrist, then then lowered her considerable hips into Irish Whipping Sue into the closer-than-expected corner. BWAM!
It’s another stiff collision for Burlingame, except with no time to brace for it she hit the buckles straight on. A tremor ran through the veteran's frame as she recoiled away from corner with a cry, praying she hadn’t cracked her sternum. GMY showed some main event meanness by running up and nailing Burlingame in the back of the head with a Forearm Shiver. The Ace heard and felt church bells go off in her brain and she stumbled into the corner, throwing her arms over the ropes to stay upright. Gold turned Sue by the shoulder and propped her against the turnbuckles before stepping onto the bottom ropes to tower over the trapped champ.
The Gleaming Guardian grinned and points at the masses, “She doesn’t know who she’s dealing with! How about you spell my name for her!?”
The Precious Metals’ posse knew what to do and any ignorant FAWNatics got the gist halfway through the first syllable; Gold raked her fingers through Sue’s locks and yanked on them to pull the veteran’s piqued and glaring face up to see her balled fist moments before it came down like a mallet on her forehead. The packed stadium yelled out an echoing G! Each knuckleduster that scuffed Sue’s dome evoked another letter.
O!
L!
D!
“And that spells!?” Midas-Young stopped beating on Sue’s face and buried it in her bust, leaning over and crouching for maximum jugg-on-mug contact, the curvaceous challenger rolled her shoulders to give Sue some heavy scrubbing action while the audience howled in delight for the whole ordeal, GOOOOOOOLD!!
Making the most of the ref’s lax count for sexy spots, Midas-Young gave the thrashing Burlingame a thoroughly smothering tour of her topography. She bit her lip to stifle a purr. “Those Coloradan mountain taste even better than they look, huh?”
She raised her juggs, allowing the eldest Burlingame to take a desperate breath; Gold laced her fingers behind the Ace’s head and put her boots against chest, she threw her weight backward and hurled Sue out of the corner with a Monkey Flip. Sue soared into a controlled flip and landed with cat-like grace with a somersault that broke into a run! Sue’s billions (and billions) of fans popped for their idol, ready for their girl to retake the lead. Sue hit the coils and sprang away in a hard sprint. Leaping at Gold she angled in the air horizontally and corkscrewed, she’s dusting off a move from her early career to punish the breasts that were pushed into her face with a high-intensity double Chop.
CYCLONE CROSS CHOP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0zrKWrZeJRI
She misses!
Gold dropped it like it’s hot and let Sue fly past, the Ace crash landed on the canvas and rolled uncontrollably till she’s in a heap on her side, unsure what ache to attend to first. Backstage, her younger sister and world renown high-flyer Lily Burlingame cringed and groaned in sympathy, “That looked like a bad fall.”
It was, but Susie Four-times didn’t get where she was by being a quitter. She quickly gathered her wits and pushed to a knee, chiding herself in a breath “Dammit… Emily’s going to bug me about that later..” Sue surged to her feet and turned-
OOOOOHHHH!
Right into a Big Boot that blasts Burlingame into a matchbook! Gold was lying in wait as the champ recuperated and shot toward the Ace as soon both feet were under the veteran and put her all into leaving an imprint of her sole on Sue’s face. Gold grabbed her by the upturned calves pulled a woozy Burlingame onto her haunches.
GMY pulled the about-to-be-ex World Champion to her feet, doubles her over with a Broadside Kneelift and pulled her into a Headscissors. She wrapped her arms around Burlingame’s gut and gave her a teasing kiss on the lower back, “Here comes the boom.”
Genevieve flipped a rubber-limbed Sue up her body and onto her shoulders. And with crisp movements hurled the Ace against the hard ring floor with a Sit-Out Powerbomb that did indeed ‘BOOM’ throughout the building.
THE MIDAS TOUCH @ 00:42
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGv0KFN6FAg
Sue‘s body rippled upon sickening impact and sagged lifelessly on the mat between Gold’s legs, who leaned over and brazenly leaned over and slapped her hands on Sue’s heaving breasts for a confident cover.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRENOOOO!!!
The challenger hadn't bothered to hook her calves over the champ's biceps and paid for it dearly when the flattened heiress twitched a shoulder off the canvas with half a second to spare!
Jaw clenched as she cursed the lapse, Gold hunched forward and helped herself to a double handful of hair as she clambered to one knee. “Underestimated you, baby.” the Gleaming Guardian admitted as she hauled Sue off the mat en route back to full verticality. “Won't do that again, that's for damned sure.”
The words were still coming out of her mouth when she slipped her left arm around the back of Burlingame's head and grabbed hold of her own right bicep. That hand cupped the back of Sue's noggin in a death-grip, all the better to guide her stunned features deep into Gold's dangerous decolletage!
“MMMMMMPPHHH! RRRRMMMMMMMMHHHHHHH!” Burlingame stamped in place and braced her hands against the Destroyer's shoulders as she wrenched from side to side in a desperate bid to break the Front Sleeper! No luck though, Gold just smirked and shook her head, then added to the Bankable Bombshell's misery by grrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnding the point of her chin against the crown of Sue's skull!
“Oh no! I think you've come down with a bad case of Gold Fever, baby! Only cure is to breathe deep and take in as much as you caNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Simply prizing her way loose proved a useless endeavor, so she balled those hands into fists and started unloading on the challenger's flanks! Gold grimaced and loosened her grip just enough to hear Sue draw in a desperate gasp before she tightened down even snugger than before! “Hope you enjoyed that air, honey. It's the last you're gonna get while you're still a World ChampRRRGGHHH! RRRGGHH! DAMMIT!”
Burlingame laced her hands behind the challenger's head in a Muy Thai clasp, then shifted all her weight to her left foot so she could THUMP her right knee in just above Gold's left hip! The Precious Powerhouse grunted and lurched awkwardly to the right which allowed the Ace to switch her plant foot and deliver another heavy Kneelift, this one to the challenger's right hip!
“Dammit bitch, settle down!” she punctuated this demand with a Kneelift of her own to the brunette's belly, but it didn't land as hard as she would've preferred. Forced to admit the champ was still a little too lively to go out to the smother, Gold landed another belly shot, then abandoned her hooks so she could slip both hands under Burlingame's armpits to grab hold of her biceps. Digging in hard enough to draw a gasp from Susie Four-Times, Aureate Avenger took a giant step backward, then twisted her hips and yanked the Rainmaker off her feet for a Biel Toss that sent her soaring halfway across the ri—astounded cheers from the Burlingame Backers (and everyone else for that matter) when Sue twisted around mid-descent and came down on one knee as neat as you please!
“Whuuuhhh... what's wrong, Goldie?” Sue huffed as she rose to her full height. “Need some air?”
Gold scoffed and rushed straight at the brunette, her right arm already drawn back for the Lariat that'd—THWHAP! Burlingame stopped the challenger in her tracks with a simple Back Kick, then cleared off by several steps when Gold crumpled forward into a three-point stance. No sass from the Ace now, she rushed forward and took to the sky, her right leg whipping high overhead only to come down twice as fast, the sole of her boot clipping the back of Gold's skull with enough force to bounce her forehead off the canvas with an audible THUD!
BICYCLE AXE STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iKFiF6Dz9i0
Gold swooned upright with one hand pressed between her eyes while Burlingame spun to one knee and leapt, her hands outstretched for the Three Quarters Facelock that'd complete the Ace Crush—DON'T THINK SO! Gold got her arms up under the champ's and threaded her fingers across the nape of Sue's neck to secure the Full Nelson while Burlingame was still in mid-air!
“TAP OUT!” Gold barked at the brunette as she bore down on the Aurelian Lock to force Burlingame's chin down into her own cleavage. “TAP OUT OR I'LL RAG-DOLL THAT BELT OFFA YOUR WAISNNNNGGGHH!”
Sue couldn't grab her foe's hair, but she possessed enough ring awareness to lace her hands behind Gold's head and drop to a seat. As far as Jawbreakers were concerned it was hardly the most effective example, but it did a more than adequate job of breaking the Destroyer's grip. Stretching out on her back once she was loose, Sue skidded through Gold's legs and got to her feet so she could catch the Coloradan's wrist as soon as she turned around. A Broadside Kneelift got Gold breathing heavy and gave Sue all the time she needed to drop a hip and send her foe across the ring with an Irish Whip.
Happy to take up residence at center ring as she waited for the Precious Powerhouse to return, Burlingame waited until the last moment before she doubled over and stuffed a shoulder into Gold's bell—THWHAP! GMY stuffed the Back Body Drop with a heavy Overhand Forearm Smash to the back! Burlingame straightened up in an instant and Gold caught her in a stern Bear Hug that allowed the challenger to whip around in a circle and yank the heiress off her feet, Sue stretched out like a white flag before Gold laid out on her tummy to THAWHAM her rival against the deck with a Belly to Belly Suplex called the Gold Smelter!
GOLD SMELTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q7mH2lEM3lo
The maneuver landed well away from the ropes and Gleaming Guardian was in perfect position to capitalize by hooking the far leg! With Burlingame's ass pointed toward the overhead lights, Genevieve Midas-Young cranked back a little harder and joined Nick Castle in counting off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOO!
Nick bolted upright and showed two fingers to the Timekeeper to prevent an erroneous finish as Sue kicked out with half a heartbeat between herself and defeat!
Leaned back on her haunches in the aftermath of that nearest of near-falls, Gold laced her hands across the back of her head and took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She'd put Burlingame in a crater with the Suplex, she was certain of it, yet here she was, still the challenger. The Precious Powerhouse shook it off, swatted her thighs with both hands, then helped herself to a double fistful of Sue's locks.
It proved quite useful in hauling the Rainmaker to verticality, though Gold was quick to switch over to a Wristlock to avoid any hassle from the official. “Four World Title runs is a helluva accomplishment, Sue.” the Precious Powerhouse admitted as she rocked Burlingame back on her heels with a short Shoulderblock. “No shame that this one was a little bit shorter than all the others.”
With that she dropped her hips and sent the heiress on her way to the far corner, Burlingame's boots pounding a tired tattoo as she closed in and whipped around to BWUNG back-first against the buck—THWHUMP! That teeth-rattling impact was still rolling over the FAWNatics when Gold rushed in and smashed every bit of her hundred and forty-plus pounds against Sue in a massive Avalanche Splash!
Pausing just long enough to wink at some fans in the first few rows (doing so also gave the overwhelmed brunette a demoralizing moment to carry Gold's weight) the Aureate Avenger took hold of Burlingame's wrist and peeled her outta the buckles to send her back across with another Irish Whip. GMY took off immediately their after, the determined Destroyer not about to give the Ace any sort of breathing—WHOAH!
Rather than spin to take the buckles between her shoulders again, Sue grabbed the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle and shot herself up and back, the tawny brunette stretching out full length to lock her shins around Gold's neck with an audible 'smeck'! Startled but not concerned by this development, Gold flattened her hands into paddles and SLAPPED the champ's ass before bracing those hands against Burlingame's shins and pushing off as hard as she cou—Sue flew up and curled in on herself, the Bankable Bombshell switching alignment in mid-air to catch Gold's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock that THWHAMMED the unsuspecting battler down flat on her face, chest, and belly!
IMPLODING ACE CRUSHER @ 1:17
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vyuUEX-qT5c
Caught flush by the Ace Crusher from outta absolute nowhere, Gold bounced hard and might've slopped onto her back for an easy cover if she hadn't hooked an arm around the bottom rope and draaaaaaaaaaaagged herself out onto the floor before Sue could pounce across her chest!
Eyes wide with disbelief as her foe slipped out of reach, Burlingame reached over the bottom rope like maybe Gold wasn't that far away, but no, she remained stubbornly out of reach. “Clever bitch.” Sue huffed as she drew in deep, rasping breaths. “Don't think I'm letting you take a count out L.”
No response from Gold, so Sue rolled out to the apron and dropped down just beside the flattened challenger. Hands on her hips as she looked down at the vulnerable newcomer, Sue looked between Gold and the ring a few times before she nodded and went to work. “I know I could grab your shoulder-straps to haul you up, but I think I'd rather use your ears.” Burlingame admitted as she twisted both of Gold's lobes and used those stereo pincers to haul her to verticality where she promptly spiked a Toe Kick into the Coloradan's gut.
Gold coughed and doubled over, thus allowing Sue to reel her into a Standing Headscissors. Waggling her hips just enough to scrub some buns against the base of Gold's skull, the Ace bent down and wrapped her arms around the other woman's waist. Hands locked, she muscled Gold upside down, held her there a few seconds and then kicked her feet forward, Sue dropping onto her butt to THWHUNK the crown of her foe's skull against the thinly-padded floor! GMY bounced loose and tumbled onto her side, both arms wrapped around her head while one foot scraped absently at the mat.
The agony between her ears was still going full strength when Burlingame grabbed her by neckline and waist, Sue tugging the catsuit hard enough to make Gold wince as she hoisted her upright. Spinning in a circle to build extra momentum, Sue slung her burden under the bottom rope but rather than simply let the Gleaming Guardian roll away, she held onto the neckline so that Gold swept around in a half circle of her own, one that left her head and chest hanging off the edge of the apron. Twisting around to face the front row, Sue curled her right arm around the challenger's head, then made a show of planting a quick smooch on Gold's cheek.
“Great fight, honey. Anywhere else you'd be the Queen, but here in FAWN? It's always Ace high.”
With that she tromped forward until Gold's shins were the only part of her still in the ring. Then the Bankable Bombshell laid out on her back to THAWHUMP her adversary against the mats with another Ace Crusher! Genevieve bounced when she hit the floor but didn't turn over, instead she remained stretched out flat with one hand down by her hip and the other draped over the back of her head.
APRON ACE CRUSHER @ 00:25
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywbQhIwnujY
As for the eldest Burlingame sister, she allowed herself a moment to bask in the thunderous 'SUE!' chants echoing through the arena, though it wasn't long before she was back to the challenger's shoulder-straps, the Ace muscling her burden off the floor to muscle her back into the ring. No tricks now, Sue sent GMY off with enough force to send her tumbling to the middle of the squared circle. As for the champ, she jogged around the outside and hopped onto the apron on the opposite side, the brunette positioning herself to be on the challenger's six when she managed to rise.
Burlingame had thought it'd take Genevieve the whole of Castle's standing ten count to regain her feet, if she even managed it at all, so of course Gold pushed to one knee at 'FOUR!' Eyes wide as she gripped the top rope in both hands, Sue drew back as far as she could and muttered, “I knew that second one wasn't overkill.”
The leader of Precious Metals heard none of this, she was too busy fighting her way upright to hear much of any—Sue launched herself over the rubber-coated steel an instant before Midas-Young turned around, meaning she was right there to catch Gold's head when the challenger wobbled around in search of her quarry! The third Ace Crusher in as many minutes PLANTED Gold in a lead-limbed sprawl, an arrangement she would've kept for quite some time if Sue hadn't shot the Half Nelson and turned her onto her back. Just like that she hooked the far leg tight, Burlingame forcing Gold's knee up to her sternum while Castle and several thousand FAWNatics counted...
SLINGSHOT ACE CRUSHER @ 1:37
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_aOWXvrMwk
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
The bell sounded but the Rainmaker didn't break the cover. Instead she kept her eyes trained on the hard camera while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion... SUE BURLINGAME!”
Breaking the cover once her name had faded into the rafters, Sue settled back on one knee and swiped a hand through her hair while keeping an eye on the exhausted challenger. “Fourth best ass... I gotta admire the audacity, Goldie.” Lips curling up in a coy smile, she rubbed one hand against her sturdy glutes, then reached out and patted GMY's fluttering tummy. “I'm gonna let that slide, just this once.”
Dispensation granted, she braced both hands against Gold's stomach and pushed to boot-leather so she could accept the big belt from Nick Castle. Quick to sling the strap over her shoulder, she offered her right hand to the Senior Official, who raised it to another raucous roar from the Slaybor Day rev—the lights cut out and the speakers kicked in, not with Sleigh Bells but the unsettling choral tones of 30 Seconds to Mars' 'Walk on Water'.
WALK ON WATER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FA2w-PMKspo
PENNY TREMBLAY:
Burlingame tossed her prize back to Castle and spun on the spot, the Ace looking this way and that in anticipation of thwarting Tremblay's attack before it ca—jeers from the FAWNatics were actually a relief for Sue as Penny Tremblay brushed through the curtain at the top of the ramp with a microphone in one hand and a heavy burlap sack in the other.
Simply raising the mic to her lips earned resounding boos for the willowy blonde, though she paid them little mind. “Cut the music. Everyone knows Ms. Burlingame is sensitive to loud noises.” More jeers from the assembled and a disgusted snort from Sue, but the production crew did in fact cut the interloper's music. “Hello ma'am.” Tremblay deadpanned over the din. “You're looking much improved since we last shared a ring. You still look...haggard, if I'm being kind. But the addition of a World Title will make anyone look a few years younger, wouldn't you agree?”
In no mood for the Orphan of Midnight after such a grueling war, Sue snatched a mic from a ringside tech and asked, “I get the feeling we're running long tonight and I never have time for your shit on the best of days, Penelope.” she snapped. “Whatever point you're trying to make, make it and get out of my si—”
“Fuck that.” Tremblay growled, her voice heavy with disdain. “I got a text from Bethany Christian herself and she was kind enough to grant me ALL the time I need. Not that I need much.”
“Spit it out then.”
“You've been very careful to keep my name out of your mouth ever since that stumpy little choke artist allowed you to fall ass backward into an unprecedented fourth World Title reign. And I'll be honest, after the beatings I've put you through earlier this year I thought this reign would be a one and done footnote in FAWN history. That's why I let the influencer take her shot at Red, White, & Bruised. That's why I said nothing about the line cutter sprawled out at your feet right now. I was certain one of them would kick your ass, but just in case, I sent Ms. Christian a message earlier tonight. IF the Hag gets through tonight with the World Title, I'm calling in my favor.”
“You want your shot, cutie?” Sue stomped to the ropes, sat on the second strand and pushed down to welcome the other woman inside. “You can have it right goddamned now.”
“You're barely standing, ma'am. I'm not about to give you another excuse. What I'm giving you tonight is a warning. At 'Mania, we're not going to wrestle for the World Championship. We're going to fight. At 'Mania, I'm going beat FAWN's favorite sassy old broad into a shivering ruin and when all is said and done I'll take her out behind the barn and put two straight through what's left of her legacy. And since I'll be putting a miserable, selfish bitch out of her misery, I thought...” Penny abruptly upended the burlap sack to dump out what looked to be several yards of heavy steel chain with an equally intimidating leather cuff at each end. “...why not do it in a Dog Collar Match?” The Angriest Acolyte smiled nastily at the concerned murmur that ran through the crowd. “See you at 'Mania, ma'am. I suggest you get your affairs in order.”
News delivered, Tremblay tossed the mic on the puddled chain, then turned around and strode back through the curtain, leaving Sue and the rest of the FAWNatics to ponder the future as the broadcast faded to black.
GOLD STANDARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVg3XMgPLNU
The hard-rocking instrumental version of the Star Spangled Banner blared and the FAWNatics took that as their cue to jump out of their seats and start screaming! The FAWNtron showcased an elemental table available in any high school textbook, waving like a nation’s flag in the wind. The Atomic symbol for gold ‘Au’ begins to shine and grow in size til it took over the screen. Swaggering out of the Gorilla Position and flexing sinewy, heavily tattooed arms stood a leather-clad, altruistic Amazon who’s ready to play hard and look good doing it.
“Introducing first! From Central City, Colorado… Representing The Precious Metals… She stands at Five Feet Nine Inches and weighs in at one-hundred and forty-nine pounds, she is Genevieve Midas-Young, but you can call her… GOLD!
GOLD:
Taking in the loving masses with a look of subtle awe, she ran her hands over nearly shaven, dyed tawny hair and licked her full lips. “Can’t believe we’re at the show already. Thought it’d be at least another two years and two countries before FAWN called.” She noticed a zooming-in cameraman and struck a pose, popping a hip and curling a bicep, “Thank you all for this lovely reception. Now I’m going to get in that ring and earn it!”
Radiating confidence and sex appeal, Gold strode down the ramp in a heartrate-raising sleeveless black leather catsuit and matching elbow pads and fingerless gloves. A darker segment of leather rose from between her legs and spread to cover most of her abundant chest to form halter top straps. Along the left side were polished gold snap fasteners if the match turned ‘Old School’ and Gold needed to set the puppies free. Positioned purposefully to draw attention to said puppies was an embossed ‘Au’ in cursive.
RING GEAR:
Countless enraptured fans reached over the guard rail to slap the newcomer’s hand and Gold did her best to hit every one, going so far as to do a lap of the ring to give those high-priced ticket buyers their money’s worth. Once that’s done Gold bounded up the steel steps in her black boots(gold soles and laces of course) and threw a long leg over the middle rope. Gripping it in one hand she points to the audience watching at home and spoke heartily, “Live clean, wrestle clean, and have fun. This is for you, fam!”
Midas-Young showily swung her other leg into the field of battle and jogs to her corner. She could feel that brilliant belt around her waist already.
Senior Official Nick Castle was checking on Gold's pads and boots when the Announcer picked it back up.“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 Slaybor Day throng almost blew the off the building 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. Beaming from ear to ear, Susie Four-Times 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 raucous crowd, then started down the ramp.
For the next defense in her latest World Title reign, Burlingame wore her classic dark blue two-piece with mellow gold 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 trying to get a bead on the Destroyer waiting in the opposite corner.
The bell sounded shortly thereafter and both champion and challenger were out of their corners on a beeline to the center of the ring. Slowing down as she closed on Burlingame, Gold offered her hand to the Bankable Bombshell and was pleased when Sue took it with no hesitation whatsoever. “Pleasure to finally share a ring with you, Ace.” she said as they broke apart. “Apologies for the line-cutting, usually I'd work my way up to a shot, but Bethany Christian doesn't offer main event spots very often...and the FAWN World Championship is just the sort of accessory I love.”
“No harm, no foul, Gold.” Burlingame replied over fists raised to chest-level. I'd do the same if our positions were reversed. But don't think you're gonna stroll into my house and take what's mine without one hell of a fight.”
The newcomer grinned and rolled her shoulders. “Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. You ready to do this?”
Sue beckoned her in with a crooked finger. “Whenever you're ready, babe.”
Gold nodded and exploded forward, the Gleaming Guardian sweeping Burlingame into a strong Collar & Elbow that forced the champ to cede several steps before she planted her right leg like a kickstand to halt the challenger's progress. A bit of pushing and shoving followed with no real progress made, so the women broke apart and resumed circling. One rotation down and it was the Rainmaker shooting in, Burlingame going tummy-to-tummy with her Destroyer-class adversary to regain some of the ground she'd lo—'OOOOOHHHH!' from those assembled when Gold dug in her heels and simply broke the clinch with a shove that sent Sue backpedaling most of the way to the ropes!
“You're great girl, you won't hear me claim anything to the contrary.” Gold told Burlingame as the champ took a moment to consider her options after that dominant show of strength. “But being the Ace doesn't mean you match up to the Gold Standard.”
Sue arched an eyebrow and offered her foe an impressed little nod. “Maybe not. But making gold your name won't put it around your waist.”
“No it won't.” the Precious Powerhouse replied. “That's why I've gotta take yours.”
“Come get it then, baby.”
Gold obliged Burlingame by lunging for another lock-up, but this time the heiress dipped beneath those questing hands and shot around behind where she promptly THWHAPPED a heavy Forearm Smash across Gold's shoulders! The challenger stumbled a half step forward so Sue wrapped her up in a Waistlock and led-dragged her back into the middle of the squared circle. Once there she planted her feet and dropped her hips to—the Aureate Avenger grabbed hold of Burlingame's wrists and stamped her feet in a deep squat that put an abrupt halt to Sue's German Suplex attempt. That was startling enough, but Burlingame was downright surprised when the newcomer prized her hands apart, then drew her hips forward and thrust them backward into the champ's abs with an audible THUMP!
Gold waggled an index finger 'no, no, no!' and mouthed, 'not enough!' before she turned around to square off with the Bankable Bombsh—THWHACK! Sue hopped forward off her left foot to plant the right in the pit of Gold's stomach! The challenger grunted and hunched forward, not quite doubled over but certainly not at her full height, at least not until Sue rushed forward and smashed her right knee into the Destroyer's forehead! Gold straightened up without backpedaling so Burlingame whipped 'round on one heel and came out the other side with a Discus Haymaker that caromed off the same spot she'd hit with the Kneelift! Now the challenger swayed on the spot, but she was still far too vertical for the Ace's liking so Sue whipped her right leg up and cocked her lower leg back just an extra half second before she THWACKED the kick against Gold's left ear!
ACE'S FLURRY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U03T4iLc5rI
The Question Mark Kick usually put her foes flat on their back, yet Sue wasn't really surprised when Gold swooned around in a half circle and dropped to all fours. Certain she was looking at a woman who wouldn't stay down unless forced to do so, the brunette sidled up on Gold's left and brought her right foot up and back so she could catch the top of that foot in her right hand. Pivoting around on her plant foot, she pulled back on the right to bring it waaaaaaaaaaaaay up in a move that looked like it belonged in ballet or possibly yoga. Unfortunately for the challenger, Sue had something far less pleasant in mind as evidenced when she let go and brought that leg slicing down, the Switchblade Kick CLAPPING hard against the back of her opponent's skull!
SWITCHBLADE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-dectaSr2k
The Golden Guardian finally hit the deck and Burlingame pounced with a swift Kneedrop to that same spot before shooting the Half Nelson to roll her onto her back. Just like that she slid into a Lateral Press, the Bankable Bombshell hooking the far leg nice and tight while Nick Castle swooped in to count...
ONE...
Gold shoved Burlingame away with enough force to set the stunned champ back on her feet long before the ref could reach 'TWO!'
Sue didn't exactly look shocked at the challenger's escape (she'd seen all manner of things during the last twenty years after all) but the expression stamped on her face certainly suggested a change in approach was forthcoming. Case in point, Gold rose to one knee and the Rainmaker swarmed her at once, the eldest Burlingame sister snatching a Side Headlock and squeeeeeeeeeeeeezing tight enough to earn an audible groan from the Precious Powerhouse.
Hands locked in a white-knuckle S-grip, Sue crushed the Coloradan's head between forearm, bicep, and torso in hopes of inducing a migraine to hamper future decision making. A solid strategy to be sure, yet not one that Gold seemed keen to indulge, if her angry grimace was any indication. Balling her left hand into a fist, the newcomer PWAAAKED a few punches into the brunette's left flank, then used her right hand to catch hold of the heiress' togs above her right hip to provide a proper hook as she clambered to boot-leather.
Releasing the trunks grip before Castle could complain about it, Gold smacked a few rude Forearm Smashes into the small of the brunette's back, then placed her hand on that fresh welt and shoved har—NO!
Sue felt it coming and leaned backward at an angle that let her brace both heels against the canvas. Even so she took a few awkward steps toward the ropes when Gold shoved off, but the Headlock held firm so the Aureate Avenger was forced to stumble along in the champ's wake. “Not gonna do it, baby!” Burlingame proclaimed as she went up on tiptoe, then dropped to one knee in an effort to cauliflower her foe's ears. “You want out of this Headlock, you're gonna have to WORK for itUUUFFFHHHH!”
Mere shoving hadn't done the trick, so Gold wrapped her arms around the brunette's waist, locked her hands and answered with a Bear Hug strong enough to make the Ace grit her teeth! She was still getting used to this new arrangement when the challenger dipped her knees and simply boosted the World Champion off her feet with the Headlock still firmly in place! Pleased by the surprised 'ooooooohhhh's!' that resolved themselves into 'GOLD!' chants despite the grinding pain in her temples, the Gleaming Guardian steadied her balance before tromping toward the edge of the squared circle. She might not be able to break Burlingame's grip, but she could force her to honor the rules of engage—understanding what the challenger had in mind, Sue brought her legs up, set both feet against the bottom rope and pushed off as hard as she could! The abrupt change in momentum put Gold off balance and she whipped around in a half circle just to find herself emphatically THWHUMPED against the deck by the Rainmaker's Springboard Headlock Takedown!
SPRINGBOARD HEADLOCK TAKEDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mKf2vzAqO_o
“You are STRONG, Goldie!” Burlingame admitted it out loud only because she heard / felt the Destroyer's heels smacking the canvas as she wallowed in the grinding grip. “But I can turn strong whatever which way I want. And right now I want you down here on this mat!”
Gold hissed, swatted the other wrestler's hip with her right hand, then tried to get it under Burlingame's chin only to have the Bankable Bombshell pull out of reach. “Not interested in any hand today, cutie.” she muttered. “How do you feel about boob? Could you use some of that in your life?”
“Hell noMMMPPPPPHHHHH!”
Turned out she didn't have much choice in the matter as Sue yoked up on the Headlock to give her foe a big mouthful of side boob. Wasn't quite a full smother, but it definitely had the Precious Powerhouse breathing harder than she'd like at this stage of the match. Even so, it didn't stop her from snaking her arms around the brunette's waist again to secure another Bear Hug. Squeezing hard enough to make Sue gasp got the challenger to one knee and from there she returned to full—“OOOFFFHH!” Burlingame threw a Kneelift into the challenger's tummy, then set her feet and slung Gold over her hip—OR NOT!
Gold set her feet and dropped into a deep crouch to stuff the Takedown attempt. Bearing down on the Hug harder than ever, she wrenched her head free of the champ's grasp with an audible sigh of relief only to immediately trap Sue's right arm over her head in a Half Nelson! Left arm crooked into a 'V', Gold thwhap-thwhap-THWHAPPED a trio of stiff Forearm Smashes across the nape of her opponent's neck! It could've been a lot more if she hadn't switched over to a Waistlock and muscled the Rainmaker high into the air, Sue's long legs kicking up toward the rafters even as Gold dropped to one knee and THWHUMPED her down spine-first across that posted joint!
HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6YcE4akKXY
OOOOOHHHH!!!
Burlingame’s billions (and billions!)of supporters winced and groaned at the sight of their Ace almost broken over Genevieve’s knee. The Bankable Champ bounced off the joint into a writhing heap on the mat, biting her lip so as not to scream out in front of a newbie. The Precious Metals member stood up from the wreckage of her opponent rubbing her nape, that Headlock had Gold feeling that something’s out of place. She palmed her chin and scalp and adjusted her neck with an audible crack! With a smirk of relief, Gold shot her arms to the sky with index fingers extended and hollers out with her whole heart, “Precious!”
METALS!! The once-divided crowd unified and shouted back in Pavlovian support for the Aureate Avenger, FAWN legend be damned. Gold nodded, clapped her hands gave the masses a double fist pump, “Let’s turn it up!”
Sue’s made it to all fours by this point, so the delightful Destroyer decided to give the World Champion a helping hand to her feet with an Inverted Facelock that put a curve in the Ace’s spine. Burlingame’s Backers were affronted at the thought of Sue being put into her own Root of All Evil finisher, but these accusations of gimmick infringement were quickly proved false.
“Up we go…” Midas-Young snagged Sue by the waistline of her bottoms, effortlessly heaved the brunette into the sky and kept her there, the two forming a living pillar as the blood in Burlingame’s body traveled down and flooded her brain. Gold cheekily turns away from the hard cam and clenched her bootylicious in tune with the FAWNatics timing once they started the clock, “...THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN!”
INVERTED SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBqUn8c2QEg
“And down we go!” Gold toppled backward smacking Sue’s front against the ring floor. Dizzy and hurting, Burlingame rolled over onto her back leaving herself vulnerable to a cover and Gold obliged. The larger, younger woman dropped across her front in a Lateral Press, curiously choosing not to hook the leg for more leverage. If it’s a rookie mistake it’s a costly one; the veteran kicked out at 'ONE!' and turned onto her stomach- Gold stretched across Sue’s back and scissored her left arm as she trapped the right under an armpit and worked to pop both out of their sockets!
Rings of Saturn, Genevieve Midas-Young to Sue Burlingame.
RINGS OF SATURN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=efXtVUkQ2Ow
The Ace couldn't help but scream out as her wings were slowly torn apart before pride made Sue clench her teeth and bury the pain with earned mental fortitude. Gold reefed on the submission raising Sue’s chest off the mat and wringing an angry whine from the Bankable One. The formidable challenger provided a constant and chipper commentary that clashed with her torturous manipulations.
“You know the move comes up a lot in the rehab center, you know wrestling therapy? The Rings just wring the truth out of people. Get them to face their demons. Not that I’m suggesting you have any. Am I talking too much? Forgive me, first-day jitters...”
Sue’s been around the ring enough to know Gold’s constant chattering could be a way to annoy and distract her, but just because she knew the trick it didn't make it less annoying. Despite the supernovas blowing up in her shoulders, Gold’s 149lbs on her back and the unwanted deep dive into alternative rehabilitation, Sue knew their position in the ring and ropes were within crawling distance. The trip was as slow and painful as it would be for a snail traveling across a hot desert but the veteran wrestler inched her way in reverse till her boot touched cable, “Break!”
The World Champion’s bid for freedom cuts through Gold’s tittle-tattle, “...What kind of pancake place runs out of syrup? Oh!”
The Gleaming Guardian of Central released Burlingame without needing the referee’s count. It would have been smarter to make the most of the five-count but the Precious Metals fight clean, even with a World title on the line. Gold backed off allowing the champ to climb up the ropes to verticality. A flinching Sue rolled her shoulders testing their range of movement and how much it hurts to move them.
“Nice flow of offence there, Goldie,” Burlingame complimented her statuesque adversary as she cautiously sidled away from the ropes in a grappler’s crouch with Gold stalking her like a house cat on the hunt. “You’ll do well here. After I give you the FAWN welcome of getting the best seat in the house, that is.”
Midas-Young puts a hand over her heart to show gratitude before she lunged at the brunette who danced out of her path. “From a legend like you that’s almost worth a title, almost. But I’m sorry to say…” the Aureate Avenger angled her round rear at the boastful brunette and wiggled a hip , “You’re now the second best seat in the house. Well, maybe third. That short-stack, Cassava? She’s packing some top-grade cake.”
Crack! “AAIE!” Sue would take no slights against her moneymaker and struck like a cobra, blasting Gold’s leather bound buns with a Knife-Edge Chop. The Destroyer gripped her lower cheeks and angrily turned to face Sue. Crack! Before Gold could make her anger known, Sue landed a stiff double Overhand Chop on the Coloradan’s bounty.
“FEEGH!” Genevieve's heavy set of knockers knocked into each other as they rippled from from Sue’s assault. The challenger staggered back until The World champion grabbed her by the forearm and buggywhipped Genevieve into the far—NO! Gold dropped to a knee to stop the Whip in its tracks and yanked Sue in her stead. The daunting strength of the new hire had Burlingame bounding to the corner where she hit the turnbuckles with a vibrating BWAAM! Burlingame threw her arms over the ropes to keep from falling to a seat and took on a pained scowl, she’ll have bruises on her back in the morning. The steady bass of Gold’s boots running on the canvas woke Sue up from her self-diagnosis and she saw the bosomy battler jiggling her way close enough to leap for an Avalanche Splash. While many would envy Sue’s position the champ decided not to partake and dashed down the ropes, letting Gold crash into the padded steel without a hall of famer as a cushion. After temporarily and agonizingly going from an H Cup to an A in an instant, Genevieve tottered back silently screaming with her arms crossed over her front. Sue blazed by and snagged the Gleaming Guardian’s nearly bald dome in a Side Headlock and made the vivacious volunteer run a few paces before the hot mama sat out and slammed Gold’s face into the mat with a Bulldog.
BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gzKSRSQ4t3A
GMY flopped onto her back from from the aftershock of the move and looked up at the ceiling with a dazed expression that turned bug-eyed when Sue dropped her rump on Gold’s gulping tummy. The World champ collected each of the challenger’s legs under an arm and leaned back into a bridge. Spreading Genevieve's legs nice and wide for the camera as the official cemented her victory.
ONE!
TWO!!
Quick as a sprung mousetrap, Gold whipped her legs down and sits up. Sue’s sent into a forward roll onto her fours, but she fired a blind Mule Kick that landed flush on Gold’s face and knocked her flat once again. Sue took her time getting to her feet knowing the Precious Metals soldier would be too busy wriggling on the canvas to attack. She madr a show leaning forward and flicking her briefs into place before she tried wrangling the rookie off the mat with a Double Underhook.
“It was a nice try, Genie. Don’t be sad,” Sue breathed, finally getting the bowed woman on somewhat steady legs. The Four-Time World champion sensually swiveled her hips in figure-eights coaxing whistles from the packed arena. She's going to end this match in style.
“The list of women I’ve facesat are some of the greatest in the business. I think there's a support gro-WAIT!!” Gold’s body went from rubber to steel; she ripped her arms free from the Underhooks and surged to her full 5’9. Sue was going to treat the FAWNatics to a fight-finishing Tiger Driver but instead found herself tossed head over heels with a Back Body Drop. The Ace expertly flipped in the air and rolled with the landing, bursting off in a sprint to the ropes once she had her bearings. Springing off the coils Sue launched into a Crossbody—Gold caught her with ease! Spinning the grown woman like a baton, Gold shifted the champ upside-down and lowered her hips to swallow Sue’s face with her thighs while tightly bending Sue’s legs heel to butt. The arena cooed and applauds with great appreciation for this rarely seen north of the border Callberte!
BRAIN BOOST @ 00:34
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aO6FVSFdujU&t=34s
“Mmmugggh!” Sue felt a burning in her knees as the blood rushed to her head for the second time this fight as it’s crushed in the rookie’s vise. Her groans of discomfort were muffled by Genevieve's firm, leather wrapped thighs. Whoever said gold was a soft metal was lying! She tried to find some seam she could slip her probing fingers into and rip the challenger in two with a wedgie. Alas, Gold’s catsuit had none to find in that area so the search proved fruitless, but it did give the FAWNatics the visual treat of Sue roughly handling Gold’s backside like they’re a couple trying out a new position in the boudoir.
“Come on, Susannah,” Genevieve dared to use the Ace’s government name. “Spare yourself a night of headaches and throw in the towel. I won't even make you tap out on my ass, my leg will do.”
Sue fired off a list of reasons why that'll never happen but it's indecipherable from within the Headscissors. The clock was ticking down fast for Sue and it felt like Gold could keep this up for the rest of the night. Concentrating as much as she could, Burlingame flattened her hands into paddles and daggered Gold’s hips with a Mongolian Chop. The Destroyer winced but doesn’t waver, even jerking her holds on The Ace’s stems to fire off pangs in her knees. Sue chopped Gold’s hips again and again, and again, a little bit harder each time. On the fifth time a shudder runs through Gold’s form and she had to catch her balance; Sue braced her hands on Genevieve's thighs and shoved her gasping face free of the Scissors and tried to kick her legs free. Gold changed her grip from the champ's ankles to a Waistlock and heaved Sue’s upper body up like she's unfurling a rug. Sue desperately stretched for the ropes, salvation’s only inches away.
THAWHAM!
The Gold Standard dropped to a seat as she swung Sue down and busted her face against the mat with rope shaking force!
WHEELBARROW SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HsBPoiswS2w
Even the few remaining FAWNatics that refused to forgive Sue for her heelish past cringed and sucked their teeth at the impact she just absorbed. The low Ace laid face-down between her opponent’s legs, unmoving aside from the twitch of her fingers. Gold quirked a lip, reached over and gave Sue a light slap on the butt.
“Looking up close, maybe fourth. This ass may have quit before your spirit.”
No response from the heiress, so Gold cinched her arms around the champ's upper thighs and turned onto one knee to flop Burlingame onto her back. Settling into a seat on the flattened brunette's chest created an excellent Reverse Matchbook, but the Gleaming Guardian didn't even acknowledge the domineering mount until she'd reached down and helped herself to Sue's wrists, the challenger rightly drawing them away from the ropes while Castle and the FAWNatics counted...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Sue jabbed the heel of her left boot into the nape of Gold's neck while simultaneously wrenching her hips to the right to spill the newcomer from her mount with a whisper to spare!
Gold grimaced, one hand rubbing at the sore spot so recently inflicted. “Ok honey, I get it. You want me to take even more before I take that title? Your wish is my command.”
Filling her hands with the brunette's battle-damp hair, Gold stood up and forced Burlingame to do the same with a series of sharp tugs. Shifting over to a Wristlock before Nick could warn her about the tugging, Midas-Young put a quick Shoulderblock in Sue's sternum to ensure maximum separation when she stepped back and slung the Bankable Bombshell into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Burlingame had the wherewithal to turn into the strands, but otherwise she looked to be on autopilot as she headed back to the Precious Powerhouse. Feet set, Gold dropped into a crouch and braced her palms against the champ's hips to guarantee the most 'oomph' when she straightened up and launched the Ace into the lig—NO!
Sue caught Gold's noggin in a Front Facelock on ascent and held on for dear life, the challenger's strength stretching her into a tawny forty-five degree arrow before Sue pulled her knees in and swung around in a half circle that yanked Gold off balance and THWHUNKED the crown of her skull into the canvas courtesy a huge Tornado DDT! The force of it sent Gold rolling through to a dazed seat that she only occupied for a few seconds before slopping onto one side with both arms swaddling her head.
As for Sue, she was still breathing hard after soaking up so much of the challenger's offense, but the roar of the crowd had acted like a shot of adrenaline and it wasn't long before she scrambled over to Genevieve and stretched out across her chest to hook the far leg for...
ONE...
TWO...
Gold kicked out almost simultaneous with TWO, the strength of her refusal earning a loud 'OOOOOOHHHH!' from those assembled.
Sue seemed far less enthused, especially when she got to her feet and found the Aureate Avenger already on all fours. Approaching from her foe's left, Burlingame hopped up and kicked her right leg high overhead just to bring it down on the base of Gold's skull with an audible THWHAP!
JUMPING AXE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=75GNl_Xoz8g
The quick Axe Kick slowed the Destroyer's return to verticality without actually stopping it, so the heiress circled around behind and lent a hand by wrapping both arms around Gold's waist. Knotted hands digging deep into her foe's midsection, Sue yanked the taller wrestler upright, then dipped her hips and—Gold grabbed hold of the Ace's wrists, then torqued her hips as hard as she could to break Sue's grip like it was tissue paper! Waggling a finger 'no, no, no!' as a wide-eyed Burlingame caught her balance in front of the Precious Powerhouse, Gold pressed her other hand to her forehead and muttered, “You're not stronger than me, honey. You need to get that through your heNNGGHH!”
Sue twitched a knee up and Gold raised a high guard to deflect another head kick so of course the Bankable Bombshell went low with a viper-quick Sweep that caught GMY across the ankles and sent her crashing to the deck! Gold landed flat but pushed up quickly enough, one hand pressed to her mouth to see if she'd bloodied anything on impa—THWHACK! Sue hit the strands in front of the penitent challenger, came off twice as fast and celebrated her return by smashing a Penalty Kick into her foe's sternum!
SWEEP KICK & PENALTY KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbR5cvc5yD8
The Gleaming Guardian went down on her back and this time there was no speedy recovery, though she did manage to tumble onto one side. She was still trying to catch her breath when Burlingame clamped onto her ears and gave them a sharp twist!
“Get up, Goldie.” she demanded of the groaning battler. “Fight's still going on, unless you quit when I wasn't paying attention.”
“Hrrgghh... the hell I did.” Gold grunted. “I didn't come all this way just to lose my first matcGGRRHHH!”
Sue slipped 'round behind and secured yet another Waistlock, the Rainmaker bearing down tight to—Gold grabbed hold of the champ's wrists, wrenched them apart like it was nothing and yanked her hips forward just to drive them bac—“HNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Grinning as Gold took the bait, Sue lunged forward and THUMPED her right knee into those wrecking ball buns to set the leader of Precious Metals up on tiptoe! This new arrangement was far more to Sue's liking, yet it still wasn't perfect as evidenced by how quickly the champ stuffed her head beneath Gold's left arm. Wrapping her right arm around the mincing Destroyer's waist, Sue braced her left hand against the back of the challenger's left thigh and let out an effortful grunt as she muscled the Aureate Avenger up onto her shoulder!
“That's right, drink it in, people!” Burlingame told the crowd as they admired Gold's precious posterior. “It's not gonna look nearly so good in, well, right now.” With that she swung Genevieve forward and went down on one knee to SPIKE the Destroyer's cheeks with a huge Atomic Drop!
Already wobbling, Midas-Young shot up on tiptoe and stumbled into the strands but with her hands assessing the damage she couldn't hook on and instead bounced back the way she'd ca—Sue snatched the Waistlock, dropped it down loooooooooooow, then peeled off a bridge to THAWHAM the Gold Standard onto the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a gorgeous German Suplex!
Castle dove into position at once but he didn't even get a chance to lift his arm because Burlingame rolled to one knee with the Waistlock still in place and Gold drooping in her clutches. On her feet shortly thereafter the Rainmaker gathered her reserves and THWHAM, reminded the challenger she wasn't too big to get tossed around! Hands still locked, the eldest Burlingame sister stood up, saw she was facing the hard camera and deliberately turned her back to it. Taking a moment to waggle her hips for everyone backing her play, Susie Four-Times switched from the Waistlock to a Full Nelson that forced Gold's chin deep into the top of her own cleavage! Her pinioned arms had just started to wriggle when Sue snapped off her third bridge to PLANT Gold ass over teakettle with a massive Dragon Suplex!
DRAGON SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-a49lgtrc3k
No getting up this time, Sue bridged onto her toes to keep the Precious Powerhouse folded up and wriggling through...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Genevieve twisted loose of the Full Nelson and toppled onto her stomach, the discombobulated Destroyer throwing one woozy arm over the back of her battered skull!
Sue spun to one knee, swept her hair back with both hands, then showed three fingers to Castle, who responded with two. Nodding understanding, the Bankable Bombshell casually reached out and SLAPPED the challenger's defenseless buns!
“Don't think I didn't hear that 'fourth best' shit earlier, Goldie.” she chided. “Normally a slander like that is a one way ticket to Nose Deep, but you're still talking like a girl with a guest pass so I'm going to let it slide... for now.”
GMY grunted something that sounded vaguely defiant so Sue shoveled the Precious Powerhouse onto her back, then grabbed hold of her right ankle and angled it across Gold's left thigh in a Figure Four of sorts. Setting her right shin against Gold's left ankle to keep the limb in place, Sue hunkered down and glommed onto the shoulder-straps of the challenger's catsuit so she could drag her to a seat. In the same instant she tucked Midas-Young's head beneath her right armpit and threaded her own arms beneath the Coloradan's biceps to secure the Butterfly Lock. What was already painful grew exponentially more so when Sue let out a grunt and hoisted the trapped powerhouse up high enough to balance her on nothing sturdier than the heel of her right boot and the toe of her left!
HANGING BUTTERFLY LOCK @ 5:53
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0hs6sBRnF1M
“AAAARRRHHH GAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” Gold came out of her stupor with an echoing shriek thanks to the agonizing strain on her shoulders, knees, and neck.
“What do you say, Gold?” Nick asked several seconds after the challenger's initial outburst. “Need me to call for the bell?”
“NO!” Genevieve couldn't shake her head 'no' so she waggled a finger instead. “I've got this! Just let me RRRRGGGHHHH!”
Sue jounced in place half a dozen times, then dropped into a deeper squat to put more pressure on the Destroyer's knees. “Tap out, baby.” Burlingame demanded over the challenger's groans. “You don't even have to tap out on my ass!”
“What ass?” Gold countered in a voice thick with pain.
“Oh, that's how it's gonna be?” the Ace snapped. “Let's see how many knots I can tie you rrrggghhh!”
Gold began swiping her head up and down the brunette's left flank, the challenger using her nearly-shaved pate as an abrasive weapon before she decided to gouge her chin in just above the champ's right hip. This aggressive abrasion didn't break the Butterfly Lock, it did however allow Gold to free her legs from the painful knot and with that done she promptly wedged her head between Burlingame's thi—“OOOFFFHHH!”
Sue wasn't quite sure what the Aureate Avenger had in mind, only that she wanted no part of it. Thus she hopped in place and THUMPED the shelf of her buns down on the back of Gold's skull! Two more short-range Butt Bombs put a noticeable shiver in GMY's stems so the Rainmaker hoisted the Gleaming Guardian upside down and immediately dropped to her knees, just THWHAMMING Gold down on the back of her head and shoulders!
TIGER DRIVER '91:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqvKljfy3Xo
The FAWNatics screamed for a cover after the Tiger Driver '91 connected, but Sue Burlingame wasn't quite certain the challenger was finished so she put her hands against the small of Gold's back and shoved her backward so came down on her hands and knees. Already hooked onto those handy shoulder-straps, Burlingame stood up and welcomed the Precious Powerhouse into a Standing Headscissors. From there she wrapped her arms around Gold's waist and—OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH! from the capacity crowd when Gold cinched her arms around the champion's thighs and stood up straight while Sue held onto the Waistlock and Headscissors!
Most were still processing the shift in positions when the Gold Standard kicked both legs forward and dropped to a seat, thus THWHUNKING the top of Sue's skull into the deck with an impromptu Beach Break! Sue rolled away into a tawny spread-eagle and much as Gold's fans wanted their heroine to cover, the challenger had already collapsed in the opposite direction under the accumulated weight of her aches and pains.
BEACH BREAK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1fjZBBNRik8
These two warring women laid on the hot landscape of the Squared Circle, their bellies rising and falling as they fought to force air into their lungs to kick-start a wave of adrenaline. The surrounding FAWNatics cut the arena in half with dueling chants.
PRE-CIOUS ME-TALS!!
BURLIN-GAME!!
PRE-CIOUS ME-TALS!!
BURLIN-GAME!!
The divided love of the fans spurred the women to wearily rise to their hands and knees and crawl toward their adversary. Just off center of the ring, champion and challenger drew within swinging distance and swing they did! Rising off their haunches with each hit, Sue and Gold traded punches, forearm strikes and Chops of all kinds. The sound of sweat-soaked skin hitting skin echoes out to an uneven rhythm. Crack! Slap! Wap! CRACK!
What started as an even exchange began to edge in Sue’s favor. Her speed advantage looked to be a pivotal factor, she’s landing two blows for every one of Gold’s, lighting up the Coloradan’s rack with Knife-Edges and trying to punch through what feels like well-defined abs. “These tits will belong to me before the night is over,” she proclaimed, “and I won’t trade them for anything that’s less than 24 karats!”
But Genevieve wasn't just being a sexy punching bag. She’s swinging high and low, pinking Sue’s midsection and rattling her ribs with palm strikes, and on every off beat she turned The Ace’s head with elbow strikes. “Those hips are looking creaky, Sue! Better pass that belt to me before something breaks!”
This deluge of pain they’re unleashing on each other seemed to recharge their fighting spirit and energize the crowd; while raining blows on each other they rose off their backsides and onto their feet. The arena could feel a breaking point coming… Genevieve fired a strong Uppercut that hit the underside of Sue’s right breast, nearly bouncing it out of her top. The World Champion bleated and shrank back, covering up like a desperate rookie. Gold lunged at the champ-CRACK!
For the first time this match a Bytch Slap had been thrown, and it’s Sue leaving a fresh, burning hand-print on Gold’s cheek! The challenger’s neck twisted sharply under the fierceness of the slap sending a spray of sweat to catch the lights. Gold’s head turned back looking caught between physically stunned and royally pissed off “You-!” CRAACK!!
Sue caught Gold on the same cheek with a backhand hard enough to make her eyes water, the heiress states firmly, “You go for the champ’s top, you get what you deserve.” The challenger may have left her feet if Sue hadn’t laced her fingers behind Gold’s neck in a Muay Thai clasp and reeled her close and low. Burlingame pistoned knees into Genevieve's body with a precise rhythm; forehead, left tit, right tit, forehead, left tit, right tit, and so on.
“I get wanting to go out on your shield,” Burlingame huffed while trying to knock the stuffing out of GMY’s bra. “But the Sanders fighting style of waiting for the enemy to get tuckered out from beating your ass only works for her.”
The Ace had much more to say on the subject, but Genevieve had heard enough. The Gleaming Guardian blocked two Kneelifts and hooked her arms around the stem on the third attempt. Burlingame felt a sudden and intense panic attack as she nearly lost her balance before being lifted across the challenger’s shoulders. Wrestling karma dictates she head for a drive through Pleasant Valley, but Genieve’s a casual Kylie fan at best. She hurled herself into a fast front flip that would have resulted in injury without Sue to soften the landing. In contrast, the Ace might be on the shelf after taking all of the Destroyer’s weight the moment she’s crushed against the canvas with a Fireman’s Carry Slam.
FINLAY ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhWCS2hldlk
“UGGggh!”
The sound erupting from Sue’s lips was synonymous with roadkill, but the ring was far more dangerous than any mere asphalt shoulder. The leader of Precious Metals kipped up with Sue impressively still in the Fireman’s Carry. Gold bounced on her toes to eject the brunette from her shoulders and instead held her across her chest like firewood. Gold winked at the camera and gave Burlingame’s rump a hard squeeze before launching into a back-flip that sandwiched the veteran between the mat and Gold’s glorious young body.
STANDING MOONSAULT POWERSLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aL65G7XYV0E
“That’s right! I got hops!” Gold called out to the FAWNatics as she transitioned into a cover of the flattened and breathless Sue. Hugging one tanned stem and grapevining the other, Gold spread Burlingame's stems into a near split as she leaned back to weigh down the Ace. The back to back acrobatics earned the debuting talent the cheers of a dazzled audience, and in the next three seconds it’ll earn her a championship.
ONE!
TWO!!
T—NOOOO!!!
Sue dug deep and shot both arms off the mat as she took in a raspy inhale. Gold couldn't help herself and gave Castle a pleading look, but he just shook his head and emphasized the two fingers he’s holding up. She gave a resigned shrug, “Gotta keep pushin’ then.”
Gold pushed off Sue’s body to stand then helped the future hall of famer to her feet with a teacherly and receipt-paying twist of the ear. The brunette hissed like a teakettle as she's brought to verticality by the cartilage “Off!”
She swiped another teeth-rattling Bytch Slap but it’s thrown at a bad angle and Gold caught her by the wrist, then then lowered her considerable hips into Irish Whipping Sue into the closer-than-expected corner. BWAM!
It’s another stiff collision for Burlingame, except with no time to brace for it she hit the buckles straight on. A tremor ran through the veteran's frame as she recoiled away from corner with a cry, praying she hadn’t cracked her sternum. GMY showed some main event meanness by running up and nailing Burlingame in the back of the head with a Forearm Shiver. The Ace heard and felt church bells go off in her brain and she stumbled into the corner, throwing her arms over the ropes to stay upright. Gold turned Sue by the shoulder and propped her against the turnbuckles before stepping onto the bottom ropes to tower over the trapped champ.
The Gleaming Guardian grinned and points at the masses, “She doesn’t know who she’s dealing with! How about you spell my name for her!?”
The Precious Metals’ posse knew what to do and any ignorant FAWNatics got the gist halfway through the first syllable; Gold raked her fingers through Sue’s locks and yanked on them to pull the veteran’s piqued and glaring face up to see her balled fist moments before it came down like a mallet on her forehead. The packed stadium yelled out an echoing G! Each knuckleduster that scuffed Sue’s dome evoked another letter.
O!
L!
D!
“And that spells!?” Midas-Young stopped beating on Sue’s face and buried it in her bust, leaning over and crouching for maximum jugg-on-mug contact, the curvaceous challenger rolled her shoulders to give Sue some heavy scrubbing action while the audience howled in delight for the whole ordeal, GOOOOOOOLD!!
Making the most of the ref’s lax count for sexy spots, Midas-Young gave the thrashing Burlingame a thoroughly smothering tour of her topography. She bit her lip to stifle a purr. “Those Coloradan mountain taste even better than they look, huh?”
She raised her juggs, allowing the eldest Burlingame to take a desperate breath; Gold laced her fingers behind the Ace’s head and put her boots against chest, she threw her weight backward and hurled Sue out of the corner with a Monkey Flip. Sue soared into a controlled flip and landed with cat-like grace with a somersault that broke into a run! Sue’s billions (and billions) of fans popped for their idol, ready for their girl to retake the lead. Sue hit the coils and sprang away in a hard sprint. Leaping at Gold she angled in the air horizontally and corkscrewed, she’s dusting off a move from her early career to punish the breasts that were pushed into her face with a high-intensity double Chop.
CYCLONE CROSS CHOP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0zrKWrZeJRI
She misses!
Gold dropped it like it’s hot and let Sue fly past, the Ace crash landed on the canvas and rolled uncontrollably till she’s in a heap on her side, unsure what ache to attend to first. Backstage, her younger sister and world renown high-flyer Lily Burlingame cringed and groaned in sympathy, “That looked like a bad fall.”
It was, but Susie Four-times didn’t get where she was by being a quitter. She quickly gathered her wits and pushed to a knee, chiding herself in a breath “Dammit… Emily’s going to bug me about that later..” Sue surged to her feet and turned-
OOOOOHHHH!
Right into a Big Boot that blasts Burlingame into a matchbook! Gold was lying in wait as the champ recuperated and shot toward the Ace as soon both feet were under the veteran and put her all into leaving an imprint of her sole on Sue’s face. Gold grabbed her by the upturned calves pulled a woozy Burlingame onto her haunches.
GMY pulled the about-to-be-ex World Champion to her feet, doubles her over with a Broadside Kneelift and pulled her into a Headscissors. She wrapped her arms around Burlingame’s gut and gave her a teasing kiss on the lower back, “Here comes the boom.”
Genevieve flipped a rubber-limbed Sue up her body and onto her shoulders. And with crisp movements hurled the Ace against the hard ring floor with a Sit-Out Powerbomb that did indeed ‘BOOM’ throughout the building.
THE MIDAS TOUCH @ 00:42
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGv0KFN6FAg
Sue‘s body rippled upon sickening impact and sagged lifelessly on the mat between Gold’s legs, who leaned over and brazenly leaned over and slapped her hands on Sue’s heaving breasts for a confident cover.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRENOOOO!!!
The challenger hadn't bothered to hook her calves over the champ's biceps and paid for it dearly when the flattened heiress twitched a shoulder off the canvas with half a second to spare!
Jaw clenched as she cursed the lapse, Gold hunched forward and helped herself to a double handful of hair as she clambered to one knee. “Underestimated you, baby.” the Gleaming Guardian admitted as she hauled Sue off the mat en route back to full verticality. “Won't do that again, that's for damned sure.”
The words were still coming out of her mouth when she slipped her left arm around the back of Burlingame's head and grabbed hold of her own right bicep. That hand cupped the back of Sue's noggin in a death-grip, all the better to guide her stunned features deep into Gold's dangerous decolletage!
“MMMMMMPPHHH! RRRRMMMMMMMMHHHHHHH!” Burlingame stamped in place and braced her hands against the Destroyer's shoulders as she wrenched from side to side in a desperate bid to break the Front Sleeper! No luck though, Gold just smirked and shook her head, then added to the Bankable Bombshell's misery by grrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnding the point of her chin against the crown of Sue's skull!
“Oh no! I think you've come down with a bad case of Gold Fever, baby! Only cure is to breathe deep and take in as much as you caNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Simply prizing her way loose proved a useless endeavor, so she balled those hands into fists and started unloading on the challenger's flanks! Gold grimaced and loosened her grip just enough to hear Sue draw in a desperate gasp before she tightened down even snugger than before! “Hope you enjoyed that air, honey. It's the last you're gonna get while you're still a World ChampRRRGGHHH! RRRGGHH! DAMMIT!”
Burlingame laced her hands behind the challenger's head in a Muy Thai clasp, then shifted all her weight to her left foot so she could THUMP her right knee in just above Gold's left hip! The Precious Powerhouse grunted and lurched awkwardly to the right which allowed the Ace to switch her plant foot and deliver another heavy Kneelift, this one to the challenger's right hip!
“Dammit bitch, settle down!” she punctuated this demand with a Kneelift of her own to the brunette's belly, but it didn't land as hard as she would've preferred. Forced to admit the champ was still a little too lively to go out to the smother, Gold landed another belly shot, then abandoned her hooks so she could slip both hands under Burlingame's armpits to grab hold of her biceps. Digging in hard enough to draw a gasp from Susie Four-Times, Aureate Avenger took a giant step backward, then twisted her hips and yanked the Rainmaker off her feet for a Biel Toss that sent her soaring halfway across the ri—astounded cheers from the Burlingame Backers (and everyone else for that matter) when Sue twisted around mid-descent and came down on one knee as neat as you please!
“Whuuuhhh... what's wrong, Goldie?” Sue huffed as she rose to her full height. “Need some air?”
Gold scoffed and rushed straight at the brunette, her right arm already drawn back for the Lariat that'd—THWHAP! Burlingame stopped the challenger in her tracks with a simple Back Kick, then cleared off by several steps when Gold crumpled forward into a three-point stance. No sass from the Ace now, she rushed forward and took to the sky, her right leg whipping high overhead only to come down twice as fast, the sole of her boot clipping the back of Gold's skull with enough force to bounce her forehead off the canvas with an audible THUD!
BICYCLE AXE STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iKFiF6Dz9i0
Gold swooned upright with one hand pressed between her eyes while Burlingame spun to one knee and leapt, her hands outstretched for the Three Quarters Facelock that'd complete the Ace Crush—DON'T THINK SO! Gold got her arms up under the champ's and threaded her fingers across the nape of Sue's neck to secure the Full Nelson while Burlingame was still in mid-air!
“TAP OUT!” Gold barked at the brunette as she bore down on the Aurelian Lock to force Burlingame's chin down into her own cleavage. “TAP OUT OR I'LL RAG-DOLL THAT BELT OFFA YOUR WAISNNNNGGGHH!”
Sue couldn't grab her foe's hair, but she possessed enough ring awareness to lace her hands behind Gold's head and drop to a seat. As far as Jawbreakers were concerned it was hardly the most effective example, but it did a more than adequate job of breaking the Destroyer's grip. Stretching out on her back once she was loose, Sue skidded through Gold's legs and got to her feet so she could catch the Coloradan's wrist as soon as she turned around. A Broadside Kneelift got Gold breathing heavy and gave Sue all the time she needed to drop a hip and send her foe across the ring with an Irish Whip.
Happy to take up residence at center ring as she waited for the Precious Powerhouse to return, Burlingame waited until the last moment before she doubled over and stuffed a shoulder into Gold's bell—THWHAP! GMY stuffed the Back Body Drop with a heavy Overhand Forearm Smash to the back! Burlingame straightened up in an instant and Gold caught her in a stern Bear Hug that allowed the challenger to whip around in a circle and yank the heiress off her feet, Sue stretched out like a white flag before Gold laid out on her tummy to THAWHAM her rival against the deck with a Belly to Belly Suplex called the Gold Smelter!
GOLD SMELTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q7mH2lEM3lo
The maneuver landed well away from the ropes and Gleaming Guardian was in perfect position to capitalize by hooking the far leg! With Burlingame's ass pointed toward the overhead lights, Genevieve Midas-Young cranked back a little harder and joined Nick Castle in counting off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOO!
Nick bolted upright and showed two fingers to the Timekeeper to prevent an erroneous finish as Sue kicked out with half a heartbeat between herself and defeat!
Leaned back on her haunches in the aftermath of that nearest of near-falls, Gold laced her hands across the back of her head and took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She'd put Burlingame in a crater with the Suplex, she was certain of it, yet here she was, still the challenger. The Precious Powerhouse shook it off, swatted her thighs with both hands, then helped herself to a double fistful of Sue's locks.
It proved quite useful in hauling the Rainmaker to verticality, though Gold was quick to switch over to a Wristlock to avoid any hassle from the official. “Four World Title runs is a helluva accomplishment, Sue.” the Precious Powerhouse admitted as she rocked Burlingame back on her heels with a short Shoulderblock. “No shame that this one was a little bit shorter than all the others.”
With that she dropped her hips and sent the heiress on her way to the far corner, Burlingame's boots pounding a tired tattoo as she closed in and whipped around to BWUNG back-first against the buck—THWHUMP! That teeth-rattling impact was still rolling over the FAWNatics when Gold rushed in and smashed every bit of her hundred and forty-plus pounds against Sue in a massive Avalanche Splash!
Pausing just long enough to wink at some fans in the first few rows (doing so also gave the overwhelmed brunette a demoralizing moment to carry Gold's weight) the Aureate Avenger took hold of Burlingame's wrist and peeled her outta the buckles to send her back across with another Irish Whip. GMY took off immediately their after, the determined Destroyer not about to give the Ace any sort of breathing—WHOAH!
Rather than spin to take the buckles between her shoulders again, Sue grabbed the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle and shot herself up and back, the tawny brunette stretching out full length to lock her shins around Gold's neck with an audible 'smeck'! Startled but not concerned by this development, Gold flattened her hands into paddles and SLAPPED the champ's ass before bracing those hands against Burlingame's shins and pushing off as hard as she cou—Sue flew up and curled in on herself, the Bankable Bombshell switching alignment in mid-air to catch Gold's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock that THWHAMMED the unsuspecting battler down flat on her face, chest, and belly!
IMPLODING ACE CRUSHER @ 1:17
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vyuUEX-qT5c
Caught flush by the Ace Crusher from outta absolute nowhere, Gold bounced hard and might've slopped onto her back for an easy cover if she hadn't hooked an arm around the bottom rope and draaaaaaaaaaaagged herself out onto the floor before Sue could pounce across her chest!
Eyes wide with disbelief as her foe slipped out of reach, Burlingame reached over the bottom rope like maybe Gold wasn't that far away, but no, she remained stubbornly out of reach. “Clever bitch.” Sue huffed as she drew in deep, rasping breaths. “Don't think I'm letting you take a count out L.”
No response from Gold, so Sue rolled out to the apron and dropped down just beside the flattened challenger. Hands on her hips as she looked down at the vulnerable newcomer, Sue looked between Gold and the ring a few times before she nodded and went to work. “I know I could grab your shoulder-straps to haul you up, but I think I'd rather use your ears.” Burlingame admitted as she twisted both of Gold's lobes and used those stereo pincers to haul her to verticality where she promptly spiked a Toe Kick into the Coloradan's gut.
Gold coughed and doubled over, thus allowing Sue to reel her into a Standing Headscissors. Waggling her hips just enough to scrub some buns against the base of Gold's skull, the Ace bent down and wrapped her arms around the other woman's waist. Hands locked, she muscled Gold upside down, held her there a few seconds and then kicked her feet forward, Sue dropping onto her butt to THWHUNK the crown of her foe's skull against the thinly-padded floor! GMY bounced loose and tumbled onto her side, both arms wrapped around her head while one foot scraped absently at the mat.
The agony between her ears was still going full strength when Burlingame grabbed her by neckline and waist, Sue tugging the catsuit hard enough to make Gold wince as she hoisted her upright. Spinning in a circle to build extra momentum, Sue slung her burden under the bottom rope but rather than simply let the Gleaming Guardian roll away, she held onto the neckline so that Gold swept around in a half circle of her own, one that left her head and chest hanging off the edge of the apron. Twisting around to face the front row, Sue curled her right arm around the challenger's head, then made a show of planting a quick smooch on Gold's cheek.
“Great fight, honey. Anywhere else you'd be the Queen, but here in FAWN? It's always Ace high.”
With that she tromped forward until Gold's shins were the only part of her still in the ring. Then the Bankable Bombshell laid out on her back to THAWHUMP her adversary against the mats with another Ace Crusher! Genevieve bounced when she hit the floor but didn't turn over, instead she remained stretched out flat with one hand down by her hip and the other draped over the back of her head.
APRON ACE CRUSHER @ 00:25
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywbQhIwnujY
As for the eldest Burlingame sister, she allowed herself a moment to bask in the thunderous 'SUE!' chants echoing through the arena, though it wasn't long before she was back to the challenger's shoulder-straps, the Ace muscling her burden off the floor to muscle her back into the ring. No tricks now, Sue sent GMY off with enough force to send her tumbling to the middle of the squared circle. As for the champ, she jogged around the outside and hopped onto the apron on the opposite side, the brunette positioning herself to be on the challenger's six when she managed to rise.
Burlingame had thought it'd take Genevieve the whole of Castle's standing ten count to regain her feet, if she even managed it at all, so of course Gold pushed to one knee at 'FOUR!' Eyes wide as she gripped the top rope in both hands, Sue drew back as far as she could and muttered, “I knew that second one wasn't overkill.”
The leader of Precious Metals heard none of this, she was too busy fighting her way upright to hear much of any—Sue launched herself over the rubber-coated steel an instant before Midas-Young turned around, meaning she was right there to catch Gold's head when the challenger wobbled around in search of her quarry! The third Ace Crusher in as many minutes PLANTED Gold in a lead-limbed sprawl, an arrangement she would've kept for quite some time if Sue hadn't shot the Half Nelson and turned her onto her back. Just like that she hooked the far leg tight, Burlingame forcing Gold's knee up to her sternum while Castle and several thousand FAWNatics counted...
SLINGSHOT ACE CRUSHER @ 1:37
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_aOWXvrMwk
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
The bell sounded but the Rainmaker didn't break the cover. Instead she kept her eyes trained on the hard camera while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion... SUE BURLINGAME!”
Breaking the cover once her name had faded into the rafters, Sue settled back on one knee and swiped a hand through her hair while keeping an eye on the exhausted challenger. “Fourth best ass... I gotta admire the audacity, Goldie.” Lips curling up in a coy smile, she rubbed one hand against her sturdy glutes, then reached out and patted GMY's fluttering tummy. “I'm gonna let that slide, just this once.”
Dispensation granted, she braced both hands against Gold's stomach and pushed to boot-leather so she could accept the big belt from Nick Castle. Quick to sling the strap over her shoulder, she offered her right hand to the Senior Official, who raised it to another raucous roar from the Slaybor Day rev—the lights cut out and the speakers kicked in, not with Sleigh Bells but the unsettling choral tones of 30 Seconds to Mars' 'Walk on Water'.
WALK ON WATER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FA2w-PMKspo
PENNY TREMBLAY:
Burlingame tossed her prize back to Castle and spun on the spot, the Ace looking this way and that in anticipation of thwarting Tremblay's attack before it ca—jeers from the FAWNatics were actually a relief for Sue as Penny Tremblay brushed through the curtain at the top of the ramp with a microphone in one hand and a heavy burlap sack in the other.
Simply raising the mic to her lips earned resounding boos for the willowy blonde, though she paid them little mind. “Cut the music. Everyone knows Ms. Burlingame is sensitive to loud noises.” More jeers from the assembled and a disgusted snort from Sue, but the production crew did in fact cut the interloper's music. “Hello ma'am.” Tremblay deadpanned over the din. “You're looking much improved since we last shared a ring. You still look...haggard, if I'm being kind. But the addition of a World Title will make anyone look a few years younger, wouldn't you agree?”
In no mood for the Orphan of Midnight after such a grueling war, Sue snatched a mic from a ringside tech and asked, “I get the feeling we're running long tonight and I never have time for your shit on the best of days, Penelope.” she snapped. “Whatever point you're trying to make, make it and get out of my si—”
“Fuck that.” Tremblay growled, her voice heavy with disdain. “I got a text from Bethany Christian herself and she was kind enough to grant me ALL the time I need. Not that I need much.”
“Spit it out then.”
“You've been very careful to keep my name out of your mouth ever since that stumpy little choke artist allowed you to fall ass backward into an unprecedented fourth World Title reign. And I'll be honest, after the beatings I've put you through earlier this year I thought this reign would be a one and done footnote in FAWN history. That's why I let the influencer take her shot at Red, White, & Bruised. That's why I said nothing about the line cutter sprawled out at your feet right now. I was certain one of them would kick your ass, but just in case, I sent Ms. Christian a message earlier tonight. IF the Hag gets through tonight with the World Title, I'm calling in my favor.”
“You want your shot, cutie?” Sue stomped to the ropes, sat on the second strand and pushed down to welcome the other woman inside. “You can have it right goddamned now.”
“You're barely standing, ma'am. I'm not about to give you another excuse. What I'm giving you tonight is a warning. At 'Mania, we're not going to wrestle for the World Championship. We're going to fight. At 'Mania, I'm going beat FAWN's favorite sassy old broad into a shivering ruin and when all is said and done I'll take her out behind the barn and put two straight through what's left of her legacy. And since I'll be putting a miserable, selfish bitch out of her misery, I thought...” Penny abruptly upended the burlap sack to dump out what looked to be several yards of heavy steel chain with an equally intimidating leather cuff at each end. “...why not do it in a Dog Collar Match?” The Angriest Acolyte smiled nastily at the concerned murmur that ran through the crowd. “See you at 'Mania, ma'am. I suggest you get your affairs in order.”
News delivered, Tremblay tossed the mic on the puddled chain, then turned around and strode back through the curtain, leaving Sue and the rest of the FAWNatics to ponder the future as the broadcast faded to black.