Post by SammieSinclair on Apr 12, 2015 14:29:04 GMT
A kind of hush had fallen over the FAWN Arena and so the Announcer shattered it by telling everyone, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is a special Champion versus Champion Match, with both titles on the line! Introducing first, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and ten pounds! She is the Star Strider and FAWN’s Lightweight Champion… LILY BURLINGAME!”
COMEBACK KID:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9U3ns3_KvSg
Still delighted by the revelation of Bloody Valentines, the Stargazers leapt to their feet and roared for all they were worth when the lights went out. From within that swirling, anticipatory gloom came a thumping drum and a matched set of snapping fingers, the two bits of percussion bouncing to and fro in a rat-a-tat riff. A keening guitar note joined the beat and a few seconds later the situation got brighter in no small part due to the tongue of flame that licked at the base of the ramp. As the note held steady, the fire set off on a beeline for the top of the ramp.
The wick shrank in time with the arrival of more guitars and a huge BOOM of red pyro that almost swallowed the first verse of ’Comeback Kid’. From the center of this flash and flame a figure emerged, shooting up from the floor to land flawlessly before the capacity crowd.
LILY BURLINGAME:
Leaping from that smoking crater, Lily Burlingame pumped a fist for the crowd, then smacked the belt snapped around her waist and flew down the ramp in a blur of black, red and white. Now that she was no longer wrestling under a mask, the former backstage interviewer had opted for a change of attire, though it was still quite familiar and pleasing to those who’d loved Cherry Bomb. Tonight she wore gleaming black bottoms accented by swirling galaxies of stars done in red and white. Her top was halter-style sports bra done in an identical scheme, the red and white seeming to shimmer and twine with her every move. Kneepads were matching b;acl and also sported the galaxy motif, white on the left and red on the right. Her hair, though free of the mask, was still pulled back in a long, sweeping ponytail.
Thrilled to be competing as herself for the very first time on her home turf, it took the Girl That Gravity Forgot mere heartbeats to shoot down the aisle and when she reached the base she vaulted from the floor to the apron, then from the apron to the top rope. Bouncing from it as casually as the sadly earthbound stepped off the curb, Lily hooked a sharp turn to the left, hit the adjoining set of strands and went soaring into a gorgeous back flip that set her back in the center of the ring. Then she was off again, the Meteor Mite rounding on one heel to sprint to the far side of the squared circle. At the ropes in an instant, she caught the top and middle in both hands, leapt and twirled over the third strand in a Tiger Feint Kick that ’swicked’ through the air.
Back in the ring a heartbeat later, the youngest Burlingame sister strode to the middle of the ring and undid the belt. Holding it level with one shoulder, she thumbed an invisible detonator in the other hand and raised her gold to correspond to the thunderous ‘BOOOOOOOM!’ from her fans. “What you saw at Bloody Valentines was just a preview,” Lily promised the crowd before handing the strap to Merle, who was looking much recovered after his stint in Helena Graylock’s clutches, “now that you know who I really AM, it’s time I showed you what I can really DO.”
With the umasked marvel and Lightweight Champion in the ring and enjoying a first extremely warm welcome as Lily Burlingame, the stirring guitar of The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus’ ‘You Better Pray’ crashed over the arena and the FAWNatics turned to the upper stage as one, ready to make another FAWN Champion feel most unwelcome.
YOU BETTER PRAY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_WxsL5q3I4
The assembled releasD their disdain even before the once upon a time leader of the Mighty Mites and Lightweight Champion in her own right made her appearance. The Ring Announcer’s pronouncement only drew the decibels higher.
“Introducing her opponent…AND the reigning Intercontinental Champion, hailing from the hallowed halls of Iowa City, Iowa… standing a full four feet eleven inches tall and weighing one hundred and seventeen pounds… The Golden Mite herself…JANEL MANNING!”
With the introduction complete, the FAWNatics were made to wait before the Mite-y One came into view. The arena fell into darkness. A red spotlight illuminated the stage from the right, before winking out. The process was followed by a white spot from directly overhead, then a blue one from the left. As the sequence began its second cycle, it revealed the outline of a diminutive, muscular form. When the house lights rose, the tiny terror of vault, floor, and uneven bars paraded down the ramp and aisle.
JANEL MANNING:
Having reclaimed her bona fides in fine fashion, battering and besting Sammie Sinclair after a year away from the organization, Manning had done what few if any thought possible in scalping Juliet Bloodwind for the Tempe Temptress’ title and claiming what Jenny Jacobs had once again made the #2 belt in the organization.
Janel’s familiar flaxen ponytail swished from one side to the other as she stomped up the steps, the champ in a skin-tight aquamarine leotard containing a leopard-spot pattern. The spandex had a single solid strap over her left shoulder, a thin trio of small neon green strips across the opposite number. She sported black wrist and ankle tape, pads and, as always, was without boots. Janel flexed her toes before flinging herself over the top cable without a hint of effort, dropping into a somersault, before popping gracefully to her feet.
But of course, most important of all her attire was the gaudy gilded belt she wore around her incredibly taut tummy. The ferocious fireplug paced down the length of the ropes, occasionally deigning to glance in Burlingame’s direction. Manning moved to the middle, unstrapped her accessory and raised it high with her left hand while sweeping her right across her chiseled tummy. She asked for a microphone and plucked one from the air after a toss from a FAWN flunky.
“Solid gold!” the Mite shouted, “And after I bring the light title back where it belongs… Tick tock, Emily. Tick and tock.”
The Golden Mite tossed the microphone away and moved to her corner where she more carefully transferred her IC belt to said flunky for safekeeping.
Turning, she gives the former Cherry her first real attention of the night and it’s hardly anything close to awe, Janel smirking and shaking her head. She moved to the middle to claim the ring as hers, determined to make it readily apparent the Intercontinental Championship proved her better than the twerps Burlingame ruled in the ‘tiny set’, Manning all the way into ignoring the irony. Not about to let the blonde get one up on her before the bell even sounded, Lily strode out of her corner and stopped a half inch shy of her fellow titleholder.
Quite aware of, yet hardly impressed by the brunette’s slight height advantage, Janel chested in against her opposition and was silently pleased when Lily did the same. “I know you’ve spent this whole month putting yourself over,” the IC champ cooed, “so allow me to remind you of something else that happened at Bloody Valentines. I squeezed out the woman who ended Jenny Jacobs’s reign. Now Jenny’s run got a nine point nine-five from the judges, that means I’m gonna have to get a perfect ten to be best Intercontinental Champion ever. The first step in that journey involves making you wish you’d never taken off that stupid mask.” Manning brought her hands up, stuffed them against Lily’s chest and shoved, knocking her off balance.
Burlingame caught herself after a step or two, then raised her hands to lunge, but stopped short. Instead she tucked some hair behind her ears and pointed to the other champion’s chest. “I might be a little more impressed if you didn’t have mustard on your leotard, Janel. Can’t believe they let you through the curtain looking like that.”
“What’re you talking about, there’s no--” Janel glanced down to check what she *knew* was an immaculately clean outfit and that’s when Lily shot out her hand and snapped that index finger up to strike the tip of her opponent’s nose. It didn’t do much more than sting, but the laughter from all around was enough to flush Manning’s cheeks like she’d just been pie-faced. Rolling her brawny little shoulders in remarkably tense fashion, she promised, “You’re going to regret that, braNNNNGGHHH!”
Lily sprang, pounded both feet into Janel’s bosom and pushed off, using her big sister’s Drop-Sault to back-flip onto one knee while Manning was knocked to the deck in a sprawl.
Sure didn’t last long though, the tiny aquamarine leopardess popped up at once and raised a forearm just in time to block the Overhand Slap Burlingame had aimed at her face. Janel blew the Lightweight Champ a kiss, then CRAAACKED her with a Bytch Slap of her own. Lily tried to clear off so Manning stepped after her, cleared a gorgeous vertical leap and ‘smecked’ her thighs shut around the brunette’s noggin. Ankles locked, she torqued her hips and flipped Burlingame onto her back with a flawless Hurricanrana that left the former Cherry Bomb with Janel sitting firmly on her chest.
“TOO EASY!” Manning crowed as Merle slid in to count…
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Lily kicked her legs up, slipped them beneath the blonde’s armpits and simultaneously wrapped her arms around opposing waist. These hooks allowed her to roll forward onto her butt and put Manning on her back in the aftermath of a Sunset Flip. Already close to the action, the ref slapped off…
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Janel somersaulted out of the other woman’s grip, scrambled up and jammed her shoulders into the pits of Burlingame’s knees. Clasping her hands to keep Lily’s gams trapped, the Mightiest Mite busted out another somersault, one that folded her foe into a tight jackknife…
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Lily coiled her arms around Manning’s waist and squeezed hard. It got her legs free and she lifted a shoulder, but the blonde pressed down, flatting her out for another…
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A beautiful bridge brought both women to their feet before Burlingame twisted ‘em around and pulled Manning into a Standing Headscissors. She dipped her knees and leaned forward for a Waistlock, but Janel was having none of it and she straightened up fast enough to toss the brunette up n’ over with an impromptu Back Body Dro-- Burlingame adjusted in mid-air and landed on her feet like it t’weren’t no big deal, much to Janel’s disgust.
PINNING SEQUENCE @ 1:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-aTj4AMSZJY
“You think you’re pretty damned slick, don’t you?” she huffed.
Lily put her hands on her hips and shrugged. “Well, I never strained a shoulder patting myself on the back, glad to see your sling’s off by the way, but yeah, I’m pretty awesome.”
Janel was not amused. “If I strain anything tonight it’ll be my thighs when they’re crushing your fugly little head.”
Lily’s eyes narrowed at the threat, but then she smiled and arched an eyebrow. “Is that so? I had no idea you could strain cottage cheese.”
Oh.
It.
Is.
So.
On.
Manning came at the other champion like a little aquamarine missile, her hands raised and ready to grapple or brawl as the snotty bytch saw fit. Burlingame chose the former, engaging her rival in a tuff little Collar & Elbow Tie-Up that had the FAWNatics cheering at the top of their lungs. Janel came in with the advantage of momentum so she was able to power the brunette back by several steps before Lily twisted her hips to turn the tables. Snuggling in nice and close when she felt Manning’s butt hit the strands, Burlingame worked her hands over the smaller woman’s chin and pushed forward to bend Janel’s head back at an unpleasant angle.
Angered by the encroaching extremities, Manning kept on pushing against Lily’s shoulders, even when Merle said, “All right Lily, that’s enough. Give me a clean break and back it up.”
The Star Strider eased up on the pressure and started to pull back. That’s when Janel darted forward and chomped down on her right hand! Lily snarled and drew back a hand to clout Manning upside the head, but the blonde beat her to the punch, or in this case, knee, which she rammed into the pit of Burlingame’s belly.
“What’s the matter, gassing out already you little tub of guts?” Janel dug her fingers into Lily’s hair and twisted around to force the heiress against the ropes. “Then maybe you should sit here while I get to work!” Using the hair-hold to pull the other woman down, Manning forced her upper body beneath the top rope, then pulled her up and hooked both arms over the rubber-coated steel.
“Hey, get her out of the ropes, Janel!” Merle demanded. “I want the two of you out there on the can--”
“WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT, LOSER!” Janel bellowed loud enough to buy herself some more time. Returning her attention to Lily, she curled her hands across the back of the brunette’s neck and snuggled in close. “That belt of yours is going to look so much better around my waist.” With that she pulled her head down and THUMPED a Kneelift into Lily’s midsection. This was followed by half a dozen more in rapid succession, Manning shifting between her left and right legs to keep the gut-churning abuse coming at a steady pace. She was only getting warmed up by the time the ref started to count, but she wasn’t about to risk a disqualification when there was another title within her grasp. So she switched over to a Front Facelock and backed up to pull Lily through, then over the ropes. Stopping when her foe’s thighs were braced on the top rope, Janel grabbed a handful of black tights and bounced her three times before powering the Lightweight champ to high noon for a Slingshot
“Nnnnnnggghhh!” Lily curled up just enough to drive a knee into the crown of Janel’s noggin. Unprepared for the resistance, Manning swung Burlingame back the way she’d came which let the heiress glide down into a perfectly executed Small Package! Startled by the deftly executed counter, Merle was a half second late in starting the…
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Wriggling furiously, the blonde popped loose of the predicament with a full second to spare, though it still felt much too close for comfort. Back on her feet, she pounced on the recovering brunette and let out a surprised little shriek when Burlingame snatched a wrist and twisted around behind her. Hammerlock already in place, Lily rode Janel to the mat and landed astride her upper thighs. “You’re not going to beat me with a Hammerlock, brat.” Manning grunted. “You’re not going to beat me at allleeerrrggghhh!”
Lily snatched her other wrist and folded into an identical Hammerlock. “I know these aren’t going to beat you.” Burlingame explained as she transferred control of Janel’s wrists to her right hand. “I just wanted your arms under control while I gave all these people a great view of your overrated butt.” Sliding her legs over Janel’s, Lily hooked her ankles in under the blonde’s and wrenched her gams apart, which did indeed give the audience on one side of the arena an excellent look at her tush.
The Mightiest Mite growled and squirmed, but Burlingame put her free hand against Manning’s cheek and pressed down, forcing her cheek against the canvas. “I don’t think so, Janey. Just sit there and enjoy the taste of mat while I think about how good YOUR belt will look on my waist.”
Lily enjoyed her humiliating control of the flustered and frustrated Manning. The ponytailed blonde squirmed for her freedom, but with each limb effectively taken away she could do little but grow ever angrier at Burlingame showing her off like a prize calf at 4H.
“I wonder if a superior athlete would get stuck in this position?” Lily purred in Janel’s ear, drawing Manning to fight all the harder and the former Olympian managed to wrench one arm free. Giving up her grapevine, the bite-sized Burlingame forced Manning up with the remaining Hammerlock still on the yipping blonde.
Before Janel could twist free and loose her remaining trapped limb, Lily scooped the shorter if not smaller Janel off the canvas and, with Manning failing to ‘bicycle’ her way back down, Lily vaulted the Intercontinental Champion up and over with a Side Suplex. There’s no graceful landing for the former gymnast this time, Janel landing HARD on her back, her bent arm SLAMMED beneath her bodyweight.
Janel howled in pain as she rolled to her side, pulling her injured wing close, perfect pearlies gritting in pain as she shook out the limb. The new Lightweight champ was already on her feet, ready for more work on her fellow champion and she ‘helped’ Manning roll to her chest.
Once there, Lily plucked Janel’s legs off the canvas in turn, posting the lower half of each around her legs. The bouncy brunette then slaped Manning’s sides to reflexively bring her foe’s arms within reach and Burlingame snatched up both at the wrist. For the second time in a minute, Lily had all of Janel’s limbs in her control, but she’s far from done. The former masked marvel rocked to her back, hoisting Janel skyward in a Romero Special that had the trapped blonde yelping in anguish.
ROMERO SPECIAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KcqnVBamjTw
Lily worked the arms and legs of the tortured diminutive hardbody, the muscular limbs of Manning feeling the pain, her back arched as well, again Burlingame showing her soon-to-be prize off to the cheering FAWNatics while showing she had more than acrobatics to put a second piece of gold hardware around her waist.
The Lightweight champ held a mewling Manning high for several seconds, but when Janel refused the ref’s offer of surrender, Lily rolled back to her feet with Manning still in her possession, released her leg holds and curbstomped Janel’s face into the unyielding deck. The blonde’s muscular frame jellied, arms wide and lifeless and Burlingame rolled the flaccid Janel to her back, a perky Lily topping the former Olympian with a Schoolgirl Pin that netted her the...
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Janel kicked her way free, sliding out underneath the lurching lightweight. Even though she’d escaped, Manning was hardly scrambling to her feet. She made her hands and knees by the time a risen Lily took hold of her ponytail and drew her up the rest of the way. But the former Bomb only let Manning reach stooped feet, tugging Janel’s head between her thighs and wrapping her arms around the taut, tawny midriff of the IC title holder.
“You saw the Gladiartix cover. You know if I’m on Space Mountain, I’d want to take you to a Mountain of your own.”
That said, Lily hauls Janel off the deck, forward flipping the Iowan up her body, momentarily landing her foe across her shoulder, and finally HIGH into a crucifix above her head. This might have been impossible against some weightier IC champs but Janel’s size made it an ideal opportunity. Burlingame even waltzed in a wide circle with a wide-eyed Manning shaking her head, her arms spread wide, yet again Lily showing off her trophy catch before sitting out and DRIVING the back of Janel’s head and shoulders into the canvas with her signature Splash Mountain.
SPLASH MOUNTAIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sYAFky_g55U
With Janel ending in a cradle between her legs, the blonde stacked on her shoulders, Lily slid her calves over Manning’s arms and awaited the celebration with her former Bomb Squad. She really would have to come with a new name for her crew after...
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THRNOOO!
Manning somersaulted out of the pinning predicament but remained flat on her face and chest, unmoving. Lily helped her with that problem, grabbing a wrist and ankle and flipping the dazed Manning to her back like a less than perky pancake. With Janel spread-eagled and looking more than ready to give up her gold, Lily headed for the closest corner, scrambling to the top, turning, and rising to a practiced stance.
The crowd joined Lily on its feet, ready to see Burlingame launch her first post-mask Warhead and end a dominating performance that would cement her position as a next generation superstar.
The launch of the Cherry Warhead went well enough but the impact was less than ideal for Burlingame as a lethargic Manning was able to pull her knees in and up, Lily gutting herself as she splashed atop the pointed joints. The unmasked marvel rolled away bug-eyed and gasping while Janel made it to all fours before the last few minutes of beatdown put a hold on her plans.
As Lily rolled from side to side, swaddling her midriff, seemingly trying to hold her internal organs in place, the spandex-clad, ponytailed blonde pushed her way up at the ref’s count of “THREE!”. She surveyed the lightweight champ’s condition and bundled the aching brunette to her feet, bullying Lily into a corner.
There Janel hopped to the middle ropes on either side of the buckles and pounded away with a full ten-spot of right crosses that rocked the Girl From Outer Space. With Lily reeling, Janel snatched the scruff of Burlingame’s neck with both hands and moved her boot leather to the front of Lily’s thighs. Using that as her launching point, Janel leapt in reverse and YANKED Lily with her, planting Burlingame’s features into the deck with a nasty Monkey Flip Facebuster.
MONKEY FLIP FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkKMQw70RFE
Kneeling next to the splayed, face-down brunette, Janel drew in deep breaths, a familiar toothy grin slowly emerging.
“You’re good enough to have a shining moment or two. But I’m the one who glitters like gold.”
Janel shoveled Lily to her back and skipped over her starfished foe. She hopped onto the bottom ropes and vaulted into a Moonsault, Janel’s hardbody frame CRUSHING Lily’s sleeker model beneath, a grunting brunette jackknifing under the impact. But anyone who knew the Mite knew more was coming and Janel didn’t disappoint, scrambling back to the corner to complete a trifecta.
The tope-rope version showed a little weariness but Manning’s midriff SLAMMED down across Lily’s all the same, seemingly removing the last of Burlingame’s breath from her lungs, her abs ravaged by the rapid assault from her foe.
MOONSAULT TRIFECTA @ 1:52
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LREyxW75zcY
Janel remained tight, tummy to crossed tummy. She hooked a leg as the official slid down next to the duo and counted out...
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And the former Bomb defused Janel’s attempt to claim victory, pushing out from under the pin and rolling to her side.
Manning rocked back on her haunches and gave the ref some Stink Eye. Not for too long though, she felt the other champion kick out before three, it just wouldn’t do to have the zebras think they were doing too good a job. Returning her attention to Burlingame, Janel grabbed the brunette at shoulder and hip and pulled her onto her back. “Normally I’d call out shyt like this as gimmick infringement.” the blonde noted after she’d twined Lily’s ponytail around her right fist. “But in this case it makes for an excellent Bytch Leash, so why argue?”
“Luuuhhhhh… leashes are on thing,” Lily was still quite short of breath following the errant Warhead and repeated Moonsaults, “but you haven’t had your shots, or a muzuuuunnnngghh! Get offa me, dammit!”
Janel, who quite enjoyed her new seat in the pit of Burlingame’s stomach, only giggled. “I don’t think so, money bags. You’re not going anywhere until you admit I’ve got the best legs in this ring… or I cut you in half.” The latter wasn’t exactly a realistic possibility, yet Lily considered it a distinct possibility when Manning used her captured ponytail to make the brunette sit up. Snuggling in crotch on tummy, Janel locked her ankles and bore down in a massive constriction that made the other woman’s eyes water. “How’s that feel?” Janel pulsed the Scissors a few times and jerked Lily’s hair back n’ forth for good measure. “Actually, don’t answer just yet.” The Golden Mite jerked Burlingame forward and stuffed her head under her left arm. Then she slipped her hands under the brunette’s biceps, locked them in a C-clasp between Lily’s shoulders and leaaaaaaaaaaaaned back to add a painful Butterfly Lock to the gut-crushing Scissors.
“There! Tell me how THAT feels! Bet it makes you wanna cry for big sis, doesn’t it, Lily? Or are you gonna cry for mommy? You look like a mommy crier to me.” She bore down on the Scissors and jerked the Butterfly left n’ right, Janel dogged in her attempt to rip or wrench the Lightweight title holder apart.
Merle couldn’t help but notice Lily’s forehead getting closer and closer to the canvas, so he went down on one knee and tapped Burlingame’s shoulder. “What do you say, Lily? Need me to call it off?”
Lily couldn’t shake her head ‘no’ and even if she’d been able, she wouldn’t have wasted the breath. Instead she settled on a waggled finger, which seemed to irritate Manning to a great degree. “Don’t you try that silent, stubborn crap on me!” the blonde demanded. “My legs make Destroyers bawl! So baby, if you need to cry, go ahead and CRY!” Janel leaned back to the limits of balance and thrust her hips repeatedly, each jarring, grinding jolt putting that much more squeeze on Burlingame’s neck and ribs.
Eventually the Star Strider did cry out and Manning grinned from ear to ear. Gawd, she loved the sound of a Silver Medalist in distress. Easing up ever so slightly to ward against possible cramps, Janel turned her golden glow on the ref and said, “Ask the little dud, would you? I think she’s about fizzled ouWHOOOOAAAHHH!”
Lily abruptly rolled over, forcing the blonde onto her back. Manning’s shoulders weren’t down and both Scissors and Butterfly were still cinched out tight, but now Burlingame’s legs were back in play and it more than a few seconds before she planted one knee. Already surprised by the sudden shift, those assembled let out an impressed roar as Lily sloooooooooooowly got to her feet.
Galled by the idea that this little wimp might make it to freedom after being locked down in the middle of the ring, Janel almost kept the Scissors locked in out of spite, but she could already feel the brunette starting toward a corner so she let loose and planted her feet to stop ‘em where they stood. “You may have some gold of your own,” Janel admitted while maneuvering Lily’s noggin between her gams for a Standing Headscissors, “but in here with me you’re nothing more than a benchwarmer.”
Hands still locked, the pint-sized powerhouse dipped her knees and whipped Lily up ‘n over, the mid-air flip allowing Manning to switch her coil from biceps to thighs in the span between heartbeats. Then she sat out full force, just TWAWHAMMING Burlingame down on her spine courtesy a perfect Tiger Driver. With Lily planted flat, Janel laid her ankles across the brunette’s shoulders and leaned into those upturned haunches to keep her down for…
TIGER DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACOAc7g8tlE
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Lily brought her legs together in an improvised Bell Ringer, the ‘smeck’ of thighs on skull proving enough to break Manning’s control before ‘THREE’ was reached. More angered than hurt by this wavering resistance, Janel resumed her control over the other woman’s ponytail, then got to her feet and tugged until Burlingame was forced to do the same. Tossing Lily’s hair aside to avoid a scolding from the ref, Janel grabbed her by the neck instead. This was no Chokehold though, more of a Goozle she used to keep the frenetic fighter in place while Janel stuffed her other hand into Lily’s crotch. From there she bent ever so slightly and earned a great deal of grudging boos when she hoisted Burlingame over her head in a gorgeous Military Press.
“TELL ME!” Janel called to the ‘ooooohhhing’ rabble. “ARE YOU PEOPLE SO DESPERATE TO SEE ME COMPETE THAT YOU’D ACCEPT THIS… DUMBELL… AS A WORTHY CHALLENGER?”
The fans booed this notion quite vehemently and managed to fall even further in Manning’s esteem by starting a loud ‘LILY! LILY! LILY!’ chant. Disgusted by their lack of appreciation for world class talent, the Golden Mite pushed her burden forward and went down on one knee to make sure Burlingame had a decidedly unpleasant tummy-first landing. Lily bounced hard, landed on all fours, then rolled over onto her side in slow motion, gut-shot anguish.
GORILLA PRESS GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S7cgSvGqeIM
This hurt was altogether too fresh when Manning grabbed her at wrist and ankle and draaaaaagged her back to the dead center of the ring. Happy with the position of her crash pad, Janel turned around and strode to the nearest corner. But instead of going up top, she backed in and leaned casually against the buckles. “Here’s the thing, I COULD take flight and turn this no-talent bytch into a grease spot. But I pack so much power into everything I do that that would simply be overkill. So sit back and stare in slack-jawed amazement as I show you the REAL Girl That Gravity Forgot!”
This boast earned her no love from the crowd, but Manning loved hate as much as she loved adulation, so it was all background noise as she raced into a flawless cartwheel that flowed into a high vertical leap that itself transformed into a whirling cannonball tumble before she stretched out and THWHAMMED down on Lily’s upraised knees!
Janel slid clear and ended up on her knees with both arms clutching at her aching midsection. She was vaguely aware of the brunette sliding away, but didn’t recognize it for a threat until she felt Burlingame’s shins slide in against her calves. “What the fahk do you think you’re doiNNNGGGGHHEERRHHH!”
Lily hooked her ankles against Janel’s, grabbed hold of her biceps and laid out on her back all while pushing up on both ends! Doing so drew Janel into position above her, the suddenly mewling mite suspended in a Reverse Romero hold that did incredibly thoughtless things to her legs and lower back.
REVERSE ROMERO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L_5BbJaDqa0
“Looks like you’re handling zero gravity pretty well so far, princess.” the brunette smirked. “Think you can keep it up?” Lily jostled her shoulders and spread the Grapevine a little wider, neither of which did anything for the firestorm licking at her spine. “Hey! I asked you a question, Janey!” Lily puuuuuuuuushed up with her hands to exacerbate the curve on her foe’s back. “Do you think you can hack it in zero gravity?”
Manning shook her head ‘no’, but that was for the ref and not this smirking piece of crap. “You’re gonna pay for this, money bags.” Janel said through gritted teeth. “Just as soon as I get outta AAAAAAAHHH GAAAAAAHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAHP!” Lily stretched her legs wide and started jostling them too, a move that put Janel’s helplessly bouncing backside on appreciative display for one lucky side of the FAWN Arena.
“Those aren’t the words that stop me from making a spectacle out of you,” Lily informed with a series of grunts. “Tell this fine man, you quit.”
Manning groaned as her muscular stems were stretched wider still, but Janel bit her lower lip and bore it, able to survive long enough for Burlingame’s limbs to shudder under the strain of keeping the IC champ aloft. Judging Manning will outlast her, the perky, pesky brunette tossed the former gymnast aside, Janel landing on her chest with an ‘OOOOPH’.
Burlingame wasn’t about to give Manning any downtime. Grabbing a wrist, the former Cherry dragged the aching Manning off the deck and buggywhipped the blonde off to the ropes. Burlingame tensed, ready to launch for a Dropkick to Manning’s chin, but when Janel hit the ropes she didn’t rebound, instead wrapping her arms around them when her back hits the rubber-coated steel strands.
Janel spun, ready to make her exit. But Lily puts it in gear, racing toward the cables at the Mite’s side. Grabbing top and middle when she reached them, the aerialist from another galaxy leapt over the ropes and swung herself around in a U-turn, her boots CRUNCHING into the jaw of Janel, sending Manning sprawling with a taste of the Cherry Swirl.
CHERRY SWIRL @ 00:21
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvipemNhMTU
The blasted Manning made it to all fours, shaking out the aftereffects of the blow. And while she did, Lily headed not for the ponytailed blonde but to the nearest corner. Vaulting up, she’s ready to launch as Manning struggles up. Timing the turn of the muscular Mite, Burlingame sprang with legs extended. Her lithe lower limbs clamped down around the noggin of the IC title holder and from there it’s a wild ride for Janel. The unmasked marvel threw her weight to the side and around the vertically-challenged Janel and Manning was sent twisting to the mat with a wickedly effective Flying Headscissors Takedown.
[FLYING HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN @ 00:10 [/b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFFRb5JG7AA
A dazed, wide-eyed Manning skidded to a stop, partially under the ropes, and no one needed to tell the veteran it’s time to continue on her way out. Manning nearly buckled when her bare tootsies hit the thinly padded cement. Janel waved off her foe, the official and the jeering crowd, needing a time out to understand how Burlingame was ‘outflying’ her.
While she’s making the calculations in her scattered gray matter, Lily was on the move.
Hurtling to the ropes behind her, Burlingame sprinted toward the oblivious Manning. The bustling brunette raced to the ropes, uses the middle cable as a launch, and soared over, CRASHING into Janel from behind. The impact sent Manning lurching into the guardrail and she CLANGED against the barrier, puddling in a heap while Lily manages to land on her feet. She bowed graciously to the extremely appreciative audience.
SWEET SUICIDE DIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b_EVOjNa5KM&feature=plcp
The Lightweight champ didn’t delay in gathering up her bundle, well aware she couldn’t come away with a double-dip of gold on the outside. She plucked her for to her feet and bum rushed Janel to the apron, tossing the spandex-clad grappler under the bottom rope. Manning slid to a stop a few feet from a corner.
Instead of following Manning in, Lily hopped to the apron and scrambled up the buckles. As she reached the top, her back to the ring, a beleaguered Janel struggled to her feet, turning to find Burlingame already mid-Cherry Twist.
The muscular Mite was wide-eyed from the approaching Girl from Outer Space, but the little fireplug got her arms up and miraculously caught the falling superstar without being rolled to the deck. Janel stumbled back several steps but kept her bare tootsies underneath her, the crowd ‘ooohing’ at her display of strength in countering the Twist. But how impressive could a counter be without a full reversal and Janel juggled Lily’s body seamlessly onto her shoulders, trying to snap the brunette’s spine with her Delfin Backbreaker.
DELFIN BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DsuY4pSNLvA
A jellied Burlingame spread out in a starfish and Janel quickly flopped atop her in a Lateral Press for the...
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Seemingly reenergized from the remarkable reversal, the Intercontinental Champion kipped to her feet, though she had to catch herself from a slight stumble. Not to be outdone, Lily did likewise a tick behind, but was rewarded with a literal Toe Kick to the gut that doubled the Lightweight titleholder with a gasp.
Moving side by side with the gutted Lily, Janel added a little salsa to her chips in back-flipping over Burlingame, landing behind her, wrapping her arms around the gulping waist of her fellow champion and vaulting Lily into the air with a German Suplex she held in a bridging position for...
BACK-FLIP TO GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=05hWwWOid3A
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THRNOOOO!
Lily spasmed her way out of the pinning predicament, flopping to her side, bewildered but not broken.
Ready to dispatch the brat once and for all, Janel skipped over her mewling carcass and hurried up the buckles. Turning, she faced the sprawled Burlingame. Launching from a slight crouch, the former gymnast skied into the Orlando night, back-flipping through a Shooting Star to try and deliver an Elbow Drop to the cleft of Burlingame’s bosom, ending her night and reign.
The FAWNatics pour their hearts out for Lily, urging the felled brunette to get out of the way before the Mitey Meteor comes crashing down. Alas it’s not to be as Manning’s Elbow THWUMPS home with a defibrillating jolt that sends the Lightweight champ flopping over onto one side. Janel’s not about to be denied her prize though, she grabbed Lily at hip and shoulder, rolled her onto her back and climbed aboard, the former gymnast making damn sure her dense little glutes were planted firmly atop the divot gouged out by her elbow. Secure in her new status as a double champion, Manning didn’t bother to hook a leg or even palm the shoulders, she only flexed her biceps and offered a smug grin while the ref smacked out the…
SHOOTING STAR ELBOW DROP @ 00:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hb5edjH0TXM
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Lily pushed up into a high, beautiful bridge that sent the blonde onto all fours. On her feet in an instant, Janel turned her ire on the official, rather than her opponent. “Are you crazy?” she spat, getting all up in his business. “That was THREE! No way that pampered little brat survives when I come down on her from all the way up!”
Merle held his ground, he’d had just about enough jerks for one night. “It was two and a half, Janel. Now get out of my face and get back to it or I’ll DQ you on the spot. Understand?”
Manning didn’t appreciate the show of backbone, she did however agree with the sentiment. “Fine. Just make sure you’re in position the next time I put her ass in the air.”
Determined to do so as quickly as possible, Janel swiped a short kick into her foe’s ribs, then followed up with a few stomps to make sure the bytch didn’t get any ideas about fighting the inevitable. Scraping Lily up immediately thereafter, Manning switched around behind and slipped her left arm under the brunette’s left bicep in a Half Nelson. Then she reached between Burlingame’s stems with her free hand, grabbed hold of her right wrist and pulled it through Pumphandle style.
“Now you’re going to learn, bytch. In these games called FAWN, NO ONE upstages a Manning Moment.”
As such she wrenched Lily up, spun her over at the apex and sat out on her butt to THAWHAM the Star Strider onto her back courtesy a Here We Go Driver! With one leg already cradled thanks to her prep work, Manning draped her right leg across Burlingame’s throat to keep her down for the…
HERE WE GO DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQN3SlHT-5A
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Lily kicked free with a whisper to spare, this nearest of near falls earning a huge pop from the sold-out crowd. Fit to be tied, an iron-eyed Janel Manning worked the brunette’s ponytail around both hands and forced them both to their feet. Switching one hand to a domineering grip on her foe’s face, Janel growled, “Mask or not, you aren’t in my league. And you sure as hell don’t deserve to share a ring with me.”
She powered forward, backing Lily all the way to the ropes and even that wasn’t enough. A single colossal shove sent the youngest Burlingame tumbling over the strands, but instead of smearing herself all over the floor she hooked an arm on the top rope and managed to land on the apron.
“Stubborn bytch!” Janel lunged over the ropes and PWAAAKED a big Forearm Smash against Lily’s defenseless face. Still didn’t do the job though, so the Golden Mite resorted to drastic measures. Joining her rival on the apron, Janel dipped down, forced a shoulder into Lily’s tummy and muscled her off her feet, all the better to march the Lightweight champ to the nearest corner. While Janel didn’t give a crap about the other woman’s long term well-being, she took pains to set her on the buckles securely enough to keep her from falling off before the fun started.
“Now stay right there, rich girl.” Manning patted Burlingame’s cheek for emphasis. “And I’ll show you what it REALLY means to take a crowd’s breath away.” Promise made, she turned around and skipped down to the opposite end of the apron. “GET THOSE CAMERAS READY, PEOPLE!” she bellowed to the buzzing crowd. “YOU’RE GONNA WANNA SHARE THIS WITH EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR LOSER FRIENDS!”
This earned her no good will with the FAWNatics, but a great deal of them did indeed have their cameras ready when Janel grabbed the top rope in both hands and leapt onto it like that narrow strand of rubber-coated steel was as wide as a sidewalk. Arms stretched out at her sides, Janel tightroped toward her intended victim at a remarkably quick pace. She was only a few feet removed from the brunette when she jumped forward and stretched her legs for a Hurricanrana that’d ‘HOLY SHIT!’
No ‘oooooh’s’ or ‘aaaaaahhh’s’ or even a moment of stunned silence, just straight into that old hardcore standby when Burlingame launched herself from the corner with a short-range Spear that buried her left shoulder deep, deep, DEEP into Janel’s flat tummy. As impressive a start as it was, it couldn’t hold a candle to the finale that saw the airborne battlers hit the Announce Table like a falling star. The table exploded with a shuddering KER-ASH that sent Gordy, Joanna and their respective notes scattering like ninepins.
Just as flabbergasted as everyone else, Merle rushed out of the ring and made his way to the wreckage. Hellacious as the crash looked and sounded, both ladies seemed to have escaped it without injury, though he guessed they sure as hell weren’t feeling too great. Much as instinct told him to just call it off then and there, he knew brass would have his head if he didn’t at least try to give them a chance to get up, so he pushed away and started the count.
It was a good thing FAWN adopted WOLF’s twenty count following the merger because Lily and Janel didn’t even stir until ‘TEN!’ At ‘THIRTEEN!’ they were on all fours and by ‘SEVENTEEN! they were on their knees. Brunette and blonde locked eyes at ‘EIGHTEEN!’ and the fight started all over again, Lily and Janel just trading vicious, openhanded slaps in the wreckage of that bombed out table.
Neither was aware of the count until the bell CLANGED and the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, both competitors have been counted out! Therefore this match is a draw!”
Burlingame and Manning paused just long enough to register their disgust. “Screw that noise. I’m not done with your pampered ass.” Janel hissed to the brunette.
“Trust me sweetheart, my pampered ass is the least of your concerns… for now.” Lily plowed into Janel with a truncated tackle, forced her onto her back and straddled her waist to unleash several more cheek-reddening SMACKS!
Manning eventually raised a guard, then wrapped her arms around Burlingame’s waist and rolled ‘em both over to claim the mount. Scooting up until the fork of her crotch was pressed against Lily’s chin, Janel flicked the tip of her foe’s nose, then slapped her forehead several times. “YOU’RE NOT IN MY LEAGUE, PRINCESS! GET THAT THROUGH YOUR HEADOOOOOWW!”
Lily bit down on Janel’s encroaching thigh and shoved her loose. Not about to let the night end with Manning’s junk so near her mug, Lily scrambled onto the blonde and got a few inches higher, forcing the center of her trunks against Janel’s nose and mouth. “What’s that taste like, punk?” she taunted. “Does it taste like you’re out of your depth? I bet it NNNNGGHHH!”
Janel curled up and drove a knee into her back to knock the Lightweight champ from her perch. Both ladies were up in a heartbeat and would’ve continued to wage war if a swarm of officials and techs hadn’t arrived to keep them apart. One of them handed Janel her belt and the presence of leather and gold seemed to calm her, at least somewhat. “See this, bytch?” she raised it high to make sure the loser got a good view. “It’s mine and you’ll NEVER have it!”
Lily’s gold was returned about that moment so she brandished it to the Golden Mite. “Tell ya what, Janey. When you LOSE your title, come sniffing around again and I’ll show you why you don’t even rate a bronze anymore!”
Janel lunged in spite of the human barrier and Lily did the same. They *almost* got to one another but the defenses held and they were prized apart kicking and snarling all the way. While never truly pleased with an indecisive finish, the FAWnatics didn’t seem let down by the lack of a new Double Champion. Indeed, they were quite eager for Lily and Janel to cross paths again. And they’d get their wish sooner than later, if the language pouring forth from those young ladies was any indication.
COMEBACK KID:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9U3ns3_KvSg
Still delighted by the revelation of Bloody Valentines, the Stargazers leapt to their feet and roared for all they were worth when the lights went out. From within that swirling, anticipatory gloom came a thumping drum and a matched set of snapping fingers, the two bits of percussion bouncing to and fro in a rat-a-tat riff. A keening guitar note joined the beat and a few seconds later the situation got brighter in no small part due to the tongue of flame that licked at the base of the ramp. As the note held steady, the fire set off on a beeline for the top of the ramp.
The wick shrank in time with the arrival of more guitars and a huge BOOM of red pyro that almost swallowed the first verse of ’Comeback Kid’. From the center of this flash and flame a figure emerged, shooting up from the floor to land flawlessly before the capacity crowd.
LILY BURLINGAME:
Leaping from that smoking crater, Lily Burlingame pumped a fist for the crowd, then smacked the belt snapped around her waist and flew down the ramp in a blur of black, red and white. Now that she was no longer wrestling under a mask, the former backstage interviewer had opted for a change of attire, though it was still quite familiar and pleasing to those who’d loved Cherry Bomb. Tonight she wore gleaming black bottoms accented by swirling galaxies of stars done in red and white. Her top was halter-style sports bra done in an identical scheme, the red and white seeming to shimmer and twine with her every move. Kneepads were matching b;acl and also sported the galaxy motif, white on the left and red on the right. Her hair, though free of the mask, was still pulled back in a long, sweeping ponytail.
Thrilled to be competing as herself for the very first time on her home turf, it took the Girl That Gravity Forgot mere heartbeats to shoot down the aisle and when she reached the base she vaulted from the floor to the apron, then from the apron to the top rope. Bouncing from it as casually as the sadly earthbound stepped off the curb, Lily hooked a sharp turn to the left, hit the adjoining set of strands and went soaring into a gorgeous back flip that set her back in the center of the ring. Then she was off again, the Meteor Mite rounding on one heel to sprint to the far side of the squared circle. At the ropes in an instant, she caught the top and middle in both hands, leapt and twirled over the third strand in a Tiger Feint Kick that ’swicked’ through the air.
Back in the ring a heartbeat later, the youngest Burlingame sister strode to the middle of the ring and undid the belt. Holding it level with one shoulder, she thumbed an invisible detonator in the other hand and raised her gold to correspond to the thunderous ‘BOOOOOOOM!’ from her fans. “What you saw at Bloody Valentines was just a preview,” Lily promised the crowd before handing the strap to Merle, who was looking much recovered after his stint in Helena Graylock’s clutches, “now that you know who I really AM, it’s time I showed you what I can really DO.”
With the umasked marvel and Lightweight Champion in the ring and enjoying a first extremely warm welcome as Lily Burlingame, the stirring guitar of The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus’ ‘You Better Pray’ crashed over the arena and the FAWNatics turned to the upper stage as one, ready to make another FAWN Champion feel most unwelcome.
YOU BETTER PRAY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_WxsL5q3I4
The assembled releasD their disdain even before the once upon a time leader of the Mighty Mites and Lightweight Champion in her own right made her appearance. The Ring Announcer’s pronouncement only drew the decibels higher.
“Introducing her opponent…AND the reigning Intercontinental Champion, hailing from the hallowed halls of Iowa City, Iowa… standing a full four feet eleven inches tall and weighing one hundred and seventeen pounds… The Golden Mite herself…JANEL MANNING!”
With the introduction complete, the FAWNatics were made to wait before the Mite-y One came into view. The arena fell into darkness. A red spotlight illuminated the stage from the right, before winking out. The process was followed by a white spot from directly overhead, then a blue one from the left. As the sequence began its second cycle, it revealed the outline of a diminutive, muscular form. When the house lights rose, the tiny terror of vault, floor, and uneven bars paraded down the ramp and aisle.
JANEL MANNING:
Having reclaimed her bona fides in fine fashion, battering and besting Sammie Sinclair after a year away from the organization, Manning had done what few if any thought possible in scalping Juliet Bloodwind for the Tempe Temptress’ title and claiming what Jenny Jacobs had once again made the #2 belt in the organization.
Janel’s familiar flaxen ponytail swished from one side to the other as she stomped up the steps, the champ in a skin-tight aquamarine leotard containing a leopard-spot pattern. The spandex had a single solid strap over her left shoulder, a thin trio of small neon green strips across the opposite number. She sported black wrist and ankle tape, pads and, as always, was without boots. Janel flexed her toes before flinging herself over the top cable without a hint of effort, dropping into a somersault, before popping gracefully to her feet.
But of course, most important of all her attire was the gaudy gilded belt she wore around her incredibly taut tummy. The ferocious fireplug paced down the length of the ropes, occasionally deigning to glance in Burlingame’s direction. Manning moved to the middle, unstrapped her accessory and raised it high with her left hand while sweeping her right across her chiseled tummy. She asked for a microphone and plucked one from the air after a toss from a FAWN flunky.
“Solid gold!” the Mite shouted, “And after I bring the light title back where it belongs… Tick tock, Emily. Tick and tock.”
The Golden Mite tossed the microphone away and moved to her corner where she more carefully transferred her IC belt to said flunky for safekeeping.
Turning, she gives the former Cherry her first real attention of the night and it’s hardly anything close to awe, Janel smirking and shaking her head. She moved to the middle to claim the ring as hers, determined to make it readily apparent the Intercontinental Championship proved her better than the twerps Burlingame ruled in the ‘tiny set’, Manning all the way into ignoring the irony. Not about to let the blonde get one up on her before the bell even sounded, Lily strode out of her corner and stopped a half inch shy of her fellow titleholder.
Quite aware of, yet hardly impressed by the brunette’s slight height advantage, Janel chested in against her opposition and was silently pleased when Lily did the same. “I know you’ve spent this whole month putting yourself over,” the IC champ cooed, “so allow me to remind you of something else that happened at Bloody Valentines. I squeezed out the woman who ended Jenny Jacobs’s reign. Now Jenny’s run got a nine point nine-five from the judges, that means I’m gonna have to get a perfect ten to be best Intercontinental Champion ever. The first step in that journey involves making you wish you’d never taken off that stupid mask.” Manning brought her hands up, stuffed them against Lily’s chest and shoved, knocking her off balance.
Burlingame caught herself after a step or two, then raised her hands to lunge, but stopped short. Instead she tucked some hair behind her ears and pointed to the other champion’s chest. “I might be a little more impressed if you didn’t have mustard on your leotard, Janel. Can’t believe they let you through the curtain looking like that.”
“What’re you talking about, there’s no--” Janel glanced down to check what she *knew* was an immaculately clean outfit and that’s when Lily shot out her hand and snapped that index finger up to strike the tip of her opponent’s nose. It didn’t do much more than sting, but the laughter from all around was enough to flush Manning’s cheeks like she’d just been pie-faced. Rolling her brawny little shoulders in remarkably tense fashion, she promised, “You’re going to regret that, braNNNNGGHHH!”
Lily sprang, pounded both feet into Janel’s bosom and pushed off, using her big sister’s Drop-Sault to back-flip onto one knee while Manning was knocked to the deck in a sprawl.
Sure didn’t last long though, the tiny aquamarine leopardess popped up at once and raised a forearm just in time to block the Overhand Slap Burlingame had aimed at her face. Janel blew the Lightweight Champ a kiss, then CRAAACKED her with a Bytch Slap of her own. Lily tried to clear off so Manning stepped after her, cleared a gorgeous vertical leap and ‘smecked’ her thighs shut around the brunette’s noggin. Ankles locked, she torqued her hips and flipped Burlingame onto her back with a flawless Hurricanrana that left the former Cherry Bomb with Janel sitting firmly on her chest.
“TOO EASY!” Manning crowed as Merle slid in to count…
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Lily kicked her legs up, slipped them beneath the blonde’s armpits and simultaneously wrapped her arms around opposing waist. These hooks allowed her to roll forward onto her butt and put Manning on her back in the aftermath of a Sunset Flip. Already close to the action, the ref slapped off…
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Janel somersaulted out of the other woman’s grip, scrambled up and jammed her shoulders into the pits of Burlingame’s knees. Clasping her hands to keep Lily’s gams trapped, the Mightiest Mite busted out another somersault, one that folded her foe into a tight jackknife…
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Lily coiled her arms around Manning’s waist and squeezed hard. It got her legs free and she lifted a shoulder, but the blonde pressed down, flatting her out for another…
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A beautiful bridge brought both women to their feet before Burlingame twisted ‘em around and pulled Manning into a Standing Headscissors. She dipped her knees and leaned forward for a Waistlock, but Janel was having none of it and she straightened up fast enough to toss the brunette up n’ over with an impromptu Back Body Dro-- Burlingame adjusted in mid-air and landed on her feet like it t’weren’t no big deal, much to Janel’s disgust.
PINNING SEQUENCE @ 1:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-aTj4AMSZJY
“You think you’re pretty damned slick, don’t you?” she huffed.
Lily put her hands on her hips and shrugged. “Well, I never strained a shoulder patting myself on the back, glad to see your sling’s off by the way, but yeah, I’m pretty awesome.”
Janel was not amused. “If I strain anything tonight it’ll be my thighs when they’re crushing your fugly little head.”
Lily’s eyes narrowed at the threat, but then she smiled and arched an eyebrow. “Is that so? I had no idea you could strain cottage cheese.”
Oh.
It.
Is.
So.
On.
Manning came at the other champion like a little aquamarine missile, her hands raised and ready to grapple or brawl as the snotty bytch saw fit. Burlingame chose the former, engaging her rival in a tuff little Collar & Elbow Tie-Up that had the FAWNatics cheering at the top of their lungs. Janel came in with the advantage of momentum so she was able to power the brunette back by several steps before Lily twisted her hips to turn the tables. Snuggling in nice and close when she felt Manning’s butt hit the strands, Burlingame worked her hands over the smaller woman’s chin and pushed forward to bend Janel’s head back at an unpleasant angle.
Angered by the encroaching extremities, Manning kept on pushing against Lily’s shoulders, even when Merle said, “All right Lily, that’s enough. Give me a clean break and back it up.”
The Star Strider eased up on the pressure and started to pull back. That’s when Janel darted forward and chomped down on her right hand! Lily snarled and drew back a hand to clout Manning upside the head, but the blonde beat her to the punch, or in this case, knee, which she rammed into the pit of Burlingame’s belly.
“What’s the matter, gassing out already you little tub of guts?” Janel dug her fingers into Lily’s hair and twisted around to force the heiress against the ropes. “Then maybe you should sit here while I get to work!” Using the hair-hold to pull the other woman down, Manning forced her upper body beneath the top rope, then pulled her up and hooked both arms over the rubber-coated steel.
“Hey, get her out of the ropes, Janel!” Merle demanded. “I want the two of you out there on the can--”
“WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT, LOSER!” Janel bellowed loud enough to buy herself some more time. Returning her attention to Lily, she curled her hands across the back of the brunette’s neck and snuggled in close. “That belt of yours is going to look so much better around my waist.” With that she pulled her head down and THUMPED a Kneelift into Lily’s midsection. This was followed by half a dozen more in rapid succession, Manning shifting between her left and right legs to keep the gut-churning abuse coming at a steady pace. She was only getting warmed up by the time the ref started to count, but she wasn’t about to risk a disqualification when there was another title within her grasp. So she switched over to a Front Facelock and backed up to pull Lily through, then over the ropes. Stopping when her foe’s thighs were braced on the top rope, Janel grabbed a handful of black tights and bounced her three times before powering the Lightweight champ to high noon for a Slingshot
“Nnnnnnggghhh!” Lily curled up just enough to drive a knee into the crown of Janel’s noggin. Unprepared for the resistance, Manning swung Burlingame back the way she’d came which let the heiress glide down into a perfectly executed Small Package! Startled by the deftly executed counter, Merle was a half second late in starting the…
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Wriggling furiously, the blonde popped loose of the predicament with a full second to spare, though it still felt much too close for comfort. Back on her feet, she pounced on the recovering brunette and let out a surprised little shriek when Burlingame snatched a wrist and twisted around behind her. Hammerlock already in place, Lily rode Janel to the mat and landed astride her upper thighs. “You’re not going to beat me with a Hammerlock, brat.” Manning grunted. “You’re not going to beat me at allleeerrrggghhh!”
Lily snatched her other wrist and folded into an identical Hammerlock. “I know these aren’t going to beat you.” Burlingame explained as she transferred control of Janel’s wrists to her right hand. “I just wanted your arms under control while I gave all these people a great view of your overrated butt.” Sliding her legs over Janel’s, Lily hooked her ankles in under the blonde’s and wrenched her gams apart, which did indeed give the audience on one side of the arena an excellent look at her tush.
The Mightiest Mite growled and squirmed, but Burlingame put her free hand against Manning’s cheek and pressed down, forcing her cheek against the canvas. “I don’t think so, Janey. Just sit there and enjoy the taste of mat while I think about how good YOUR belt will look on my waist.”
Lily enjoyed her humiliating control of the flustered and frustrated Manning. The ponytailed blonde squirmed for her freedom, but with each limb effectively taken away she could do little but grow ever angrier at Burlingame showing her off like a prize calf at 4H.
“I wonder if a superior athlete would get stuck in this position?” Lily purred in Janel’s ear, drawing Manning to fight all the harder and the former Olympian managed to wrench one arm free. Giving up her grapevine, the bite-sized Burlingame forced Manning up with the remaining Hammerlock still on the yipping blonde.
Before Janel could twist free and loose her remaining trapped limb, Lily scooped the shorter if not smaller Janel off the canvas and, with Manning failing to ‘bicycle’ her way back down, Lily vaulted the Intercontinental Champion up and over with a Side Suplex. There’s no graceful landing for the former gymnast this time, Janel landing HARD on her back, her bent arm SLAMMED beneath her bodyweight.
Janel howled in pain as she rolled to her side, pulling her injured wing close, perfect pearlies gritting in pain as she shook out the limb. The new Lightweight champ was already on her feet, ready for more work on her fellow champion and she ‘helped’ Manning roll to her chest.
Once there, Lily plucked Janel’s legs off the canvas in turn, posting the lower half of each around her legs. The bouncy brunette then slaped Manning’s sides to reflexively bring her foe’s arms within reach and Burlingame snatched up both at the wrist. For the second time in a minute, Lily had all of Janel’s limbs in her control, but she’s far from done. The former masked marvel rocked to her back, hoisting Janel skyward in a Romero Special that had the trapped blonde yelping in anguish.
ROMERO SPECIAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KcqnVBamjTw
Lily worked the arms and legs of the tortured diminutive hardbody, the muscular limbs of Manning feeling the pain, her back arched as well, again Burlingame showing her soon-to-be prize off to the cheering FAWNatics while showing she had more than acrobatics to put a second piece of gold hardware around her waist.
The Lightweight champ held a mewling Manning high for several seconds, but when Janel refused the ref’s offer of surrender, Lily rolled back to her feet with Manning still in her possession, released her leg holds and curbstomped Janel’s face into the unyielding deck. The blonde’s muscular frame jellied, arms wide and lifeless and Burlingame rolled the flaccid Janel to her back, a perky Lily topping the former Olympian with a Schoolgirl Pin that netted her the...
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Janel kicked her way free, sliding out underneath the lurching lightweight. Even though she’d escaped, Manning was hardly scrambling to her feet. She made her hands and knees by the time a risen Lily took hold of her ponytail and drew her up the rest of the way. But the former Bomb only let Manning reach stooped feet, tugging Janel’s head between her thighs and wrapping her arms around the taut, tawny midriff of the IC title holder.
“You saw the Gladiartix cover. You know if I’m on Space Mountain, I’d want to take you to a Mountain of your own.”
That said, Lily hauls Janel off the deck, forward flipping the Iowan up her body, momentarily landing her foe across her shoulder, and finally HIGH into a crucifix above her head. This might have been impossible against some weightier IC champs but Janel’s size made it an ideal opportunity. Burlingame even waltzed in a wide circle with a wide-eyed Manning shaking her head, her arms spread wide, yet again Lily showing off her trophy catch before sitting out and DRIVING the back of Janel’s head and shoulders into the canvas with her signature Splash Mountain.
SPLASH MOUNTAIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sYAFky_g55U
With Janel ending in a cradle between her legs, the blonde stacked on her shoulders, Lily slid her calves over Manning’s arms and awaited the celebration with her former Bomb Squad. She really would have to come with a new name for her crew after...
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THRNOOO!
Manning somersaulted out of the pinning predicament but remained flat on her face and chest, unmoving. Lily helped her with that problem, grabbing a wrist and ankle and flipping the dazed Manning to her back like a less than perky pancake. With Janel spread-eagled and looking more than ready to give up her gold, Lily headed for the closest corner, scrambling to the top, turning, and rising to a practiced stance.
The crowd joined Lily on its feet, ready to see Burlingame launch her first post-mask Warhead and end a dominating performance that would cement her position as a next generation superstar.
The launch of the Cherry Warhead went well enough but the impact was less than ideal for Burlingame as a lethargic Manning was able to pull her knees in and up, Lily gutting herself as she splashed atop the pointed joints. The unmasked marvel rolled away bug-eyed and gasping while Janel made it to all fours before the last few minutes of beatdown put a hold on her plans.
As Lily rolled from side to side, swaddling her midriff, seemingly trying to hold her internal organs in place, the spandex-clad, ponytailed blonde pushed her way up at the ref’s count of “THREE!”. She surveyed the lightweight champ’s condition and bundled the aching brunette to her feet, bullying Lily into a corner.
There Janel hopped to the middle ropes on either side of the buckles and pounded away with a full ten-spot of right crosses that rocked the Girl From Outer Space. With Lily reeling, Janel snatched the scruff of Burlingame’s neck with both hands and moved her boot leather to the front of Lily’s thighs. Using that as her launching point, Janel leapt in reverse and YANKED Lily with her, planting Burlingame’s features into the deck with a nasty Monkey Flip Facebuster.
MONKEY FLIP FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkKMQw70RFE
Kneeling next to the splayed, face-down brunette, Janel drew in deep breaths, a familiar toothy grin slowly emerging.
“You’re good enough to have a shining moment or two. But I’m the one who glitters like gold.”
Janel shoveled Lily to her back and skipped over her starfished foe. She hopped onto the bottom ropes and vaulted into a Moonsault, Janel’s hardbody frame CRUSHING Lily’s sleeker model beneath, a grunting brunette jackknifing under the impact. But anyone who knew the Mite knew more was coming and Janel didn’t disappoint, scrambling back to the corner to complete a trifecta.
The tope-rope version showed a little weariness but Manning’s midriff SLAMMED down across Lily’s all the same, seemingly removing the last of Burlingame’s breath from her lungs, her abs ravaged by the rapid assault from her foe.
MOONSAULT TRIFECTA @ 1:52
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LREyxW75zcY
Janel remained tight, tummy to crossed tummy. She hooked a leg as the official slid down next to the duo and counted out...
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And the former Bomb defused Janel’s attempt to claim victory, pushing out from under the pin and rolling to her side.
Manning rocked back on her haunches and gave the ref some Stink Eye. Not for too long though, she felt the other champion kick out before three, it just wouldn’t do to have the zebras think they were doing too good a job. Returning her attention to Burlingame, Janel grabbed the brunette at shoulder and hip and pulled her onto her back. “Normally I’d call out shyt like this as gimmick infringement.” the blonde noted after she’d twined Lily’s ponytail around her right fist. “But in this case it makes for an excellent Bytch Leash, so why argue?”
“Luuuhhhhh… leashes are on thing,” Lily was still quite short of breath following the errant Warhead and repeated Moonsaults, “but you haven’t had your shots, or a muzuuuunnnngghh! Get offa me, dammit!”
Janel, who quite enjoyed her new seat in the pit of Burlingame’s stomach, only giggled. “I don’t think so, money bags. You’re not going anywhere until you admit I’ve got the best legs in this ring… or I cut you in half.” The latter wasn’t exactly a realistic possibility, yet Lily considered it a distinct possibility when Manning used her captured ponytail to make the brunette sit up. Snuggling in crotch on tummy, Janel locked her ankles and bore down in a massive constriction that made the other woman’s eyes water. “How’s that feel?” Janel pulsed the Scissors a few times and jerked Lily’s hair back n’ forth for good measure. “Actually, don’t answer just yet.” The Golden Mite jerked Burlingame forward and stuffed her head under her left arm. Then she slipped her hands under the brunette’s biceps, locked them in a C-clasp between Lily’s shoulders and leaaaaaaaaaaaaned back to add a painful Butterfly Lock to the gut-crushing Scissors.
“There! Tell me how THAT feels! Bet it makes you wanna cry for big sis, doesn’t it, Lily? Or are you gonna cry for mommy? You look like a mommy crier to me.” She bore down on the Scissors and jerked the Butterfly left n’ right, Janel dogged in her attempt to rip or wrench the Lightweight title holder apart.
Merle couldn’t help but notice Lily’s forehead getting closer and closer to the canvas, so he went down on one knee and tapped Burlingame’s shoulder. “What do you say, Lily? Need me to call it off?”
Lily couldn’t shake her head ‘no’ and even if she’d been able, she wouldn’t have wasted the breath. Instead she settled on a waggled finger, which seemed to irritate Manning to a great degree. “Don’t you try that silent, stubborn crap on me!” the blonde demanded. “My legs make Destroyers bawl! So baby, if you need to cry, go ahead and CRY!” Janel leaned back to the limits of balance and thrust her hips repeatedly, each jarring, grinding jolt putting that much more squeeze on Burlingame’s neck and ribs.
Eventually the Star Strider did cry out and Manning grinned from ear to ear. Gawd, she loved the sound of a Silver Medalist in distress. Easing up ever so slightly to ward against possible cramps, Janel turned her golden glow on the ref and said, “Ask the little dud, would you? I think she’s about fizzled ouWHOOOOAAAHHH!”
Lily abruptly rolled over, forcing the blonde onto her back. Manning’s shoulders weren’t down and both Scissors and Butterfly were still cinched out tight, but now Burlingame’s legs were back in play and it more than a few seconds before she planted one knee. Already surprised by the sudden shift, those assembled let out an impressed roar as Lily sloooooooooooowly got to her feet.
Galled by the idea that this little wimp might make it to freedom after being locked down in the middle of the ring, Janel almost kept the Scissors locked in out of spite, but she could already feel the brunette starting toward a corner so she let loose and planted her feet to stop ‘em where they stood. “You may have some gold of your own,” Janel admitted while maneuvering Lily’s noggin between her gams for a Standing Headscissors, “but in here with me you’re nothing more than a benchwarmer.”
Hands still locked, the pint-sized powerhouse dipped her knees and whipped Lily up ‘n over, the mid-air flip allowing Manning to switch her coil from biceps to thighs in the span between heartbeats. Then she sat out full force, just TWAWHAMMING Burlingame down on her spine courtesy a perfect Tiger Driver. With Lily planted flat, Janel laid her ankles across the brunette’s shoulders and leaned into those upturned haunches to keep her down for…
TIGER DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACOAc7g8tlE
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Lily brought her legs together in an improvised Bell Ringer, the ‘smeck’ of thighs on skull proving enough to break Manning’s control before ‘THREE’ was reached. More angered than hurt by this wavering resistance, Janel resumed her control over the other woman’s ponytail, then got to her feet and tugged until Burlingame was forced to do the same. Tossing Lily’s hair aside to avoid a scolding from the ref, Janel grabbed her by the neck instead. This was no Chokehold though, more of a Goozle she used to keep the frenetic fighter in place while Janel stuffed her other hand into Lily’s crotch. From there she bent ever so slightly and earned a great deal of grudging boos when she hoisted Burlingame over her head in a gorgeous Military Press.
“TELL ME!” Janel called to the ‘ooooohhhing’ rabble. “ARE YOU PEOPLE SO DESPERATE TO SEE ME COMPETE THAT YOU’D ACCEPT THIS… DUMBELL… AS A WORTHY CHALLENGER?”
The fans booed this notion quite vehemently and managed to fall even further in Manning’s esteem by starting a loud ‘LILY! LILY! LILY!’ chant. Disgusted by their lack of appreciation for world class talent, the Golden Mite pushed her burden forward and went down on one knee to make sure Burlingame had a decidedly unpleasant tummy-first landing. Lily bounced hard, landed on all fours, then rolled over onto her side in slow motion, gut-shot anguish.
GORILLA PRESS GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S7cgSvGqeIM
This hurt was altogether too fresh when Manning grabbed her at wrist and ankle and draaaaaagged her back to the dead center of the ring. Happy with the position of her crash pad, Janel turned around and strode to the nearest corner. But instead of going up top, she backed in and leaned casually against the buckles. “Here’s the thing, I COULD take flight and turn this no-talent bytch into a grease spot. But I pack so much power into everything I do that that would simply be overkill. So sit back and stare in slack-jawed amazement as I show you the REAL Girl That Gravity Forgot!”
This boast earned her no love from the crowd, but Manning loved hate as much as she loved adulation, so it was all background noise as she raced into a flawless cartwheel that flowed into a high vertical leap that itself transformed into a whirling cannonball tumble before she stretched out and THWHAMMED down on Lily’s upraised knees!
Janel slid clear and ended up on her knees with both arms clutching at her aching midsection. She was vaguely aware of the brunette sliding away, but didn’t recognize it for a threat until she felt Burlingame’s shins slide in against her calves. “What the fahk do you think you’re doiNNNGGGGHHEERRHHH!”
Lily hooked her ankles against Janel’s, grabbed hold of her biceps and laid out on her back all while pushing up on both ends! Doing so drew Janel into position above her, the suddenly mewling mite suspended in a Reverse Romero hold that did incredibly thoughtless things to her legs and lower back.
REVERSE ROMERO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L_5BbJaDqa0
“Looks like you’re handling zero gravity pretty well so far, princess.” the brunette smirked. “Think you can keep it up?” Lily jostled her shoulders and spread the Grapevine a little wider, neither of which did anything for the firestorm licking at her spine. “Hey! I asked you a question, Janey!” Lily puuuuuuuuushed up with her hands to exacerbate the curve on her foe’s back. “Do you think you can hack it in zero gravity?”
Manning shook her head ‘no’, but that was for the ref and not this smirking piece of crap. “You’re gonna pay for this, money bags.” Janel said through gritted teeth. “Just as soon as I get outta AAAAAAAHHH GAAAAAAHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAHP!” Lily stretched her legs wide and started jostling them too, a move that put Janel’s helplessly bouncing backside on appreciative display for one lucky side of the FAWN Arena.
“Those aren’t the words that stop me from making a spectacle out of you,” Lily informed with a series of grunts. “Tell this fine man, you quit.”
Manning groaned as her muscular stems were stretched wider still, but Janel bit her lower lip and bore it, able to survive long enough for Burlingame’s limbs to shudder under the strain of keeping the IC champ aloft. Judging Manning will outlast her, the perky, pesky brunette tossed the former gymnast aside, Janel landing on her chest with an ‘OOOOPH’.
Burlingame wasn’t about to give Manning any downtime. Grabbing a wrist, the former Cherry dragged the aching Manning off the deck and buggywhipped the blonde off to the ropes. Burlingame tensed, ready to launch for a Dropkick to Manning’s chin, but when Janel hit the ropes she didn’t rebound, instead wrapping her arms around them when her back hits the rubber-coated steel strands.
Janel spun, ready to make her exit. But Lily puts it in gear, racing toward the cables at the Mite’s side. Grabbing top and middle when she reached them, the aerialist from another galaxy leapt over the ropes and swung herself around in a U-turn, her boots CRUNCHING into the jaw of Janel, sending Manning sprawling with a taste of the Cherry Swirl.
CHERRY SWIRL @ 00:21
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvipemNhMTU
The blasted Manning made it to all fours, shaking out the aftereffects of the blow. And while she did, Lily headed not for the ponytailed blonde but to the nearest corner. Vaulting up, she’s ready to launch as Manning struggles up. Timing the turn of the muscular Mite, Burlingame sprang with legs extended. Her lithe lower limbs clamped down around the noggin of the IC title holder and from there it’s a wild ride for Janel. The unmasked marvel threw her weight to the side and around the vertically-challenged Janel and Manning was sent twisting to the mat with a wickedly effective Flying Headscissors Takedown.
[FLYING HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN @ 00:10 [/b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFFRb5JG7AA
A dazed, wide-eyed Manning skidded to a stop, partially under the ropes, and no one needed to tell the veteran it’s time to continue on her way out. Manning nearly buckled when her bare tootsies hit the thinly padded cement. Janel waved off her foe, the official and the jeering crowd, needing a time out to understand how Burlingame was ‘outflying’ her.
While she’s making the calculations in her scattered gray matter, Lily was on the move.
Hurtling to the ropes behind her, Burlingame sprinted toward the oblivious Manning. The bustling brunette raced to the ropes, uses the middle cable as a launch, and soared over, CRASHING into Janel from behind. The impact sent Manning lurching into the guardrail and she CLANGED against the barrier, puddling in a heap while Lily manages to land on her feet. She bowed graciously to the extremely appreciative audience.
SWEET SUICIDE DIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b_EVOjNa5KM&feature=plcp
The Lightweight champ didn’t delay in gathering up her bundle, well aware she couldn’t come away with a double-dip of gold on the outside. She plucked her for to her feet and bum rushed Janel to the apron, tossing the spandex-clad grappler under the bottom rope. Manning slid to a stop a few feet from a corner.
Instead of following Manning in, Lily hopped to the apron and scrambled up the buckles. As she reached the top, her back to the ring, a beleaguered Janel struggled to her feet, turning to find Burlingame already mid-Cherry Twist.
The muscular Mite was wide-eyed from the approaching Girl from Outer Space, but the little fireplug got her arms up and miraculously caught the falling superstar without being rolled to the deck. Janel stumbled back several steps but kept her bare tootsies underneath her, the crowd ‘ooohing’ at her display of strength in countering the Twist. But how impressive could a counter be without a full reversal and Janel juggled Lily’s body seamlessly onto her shoulders, trying to snap the brunette’s spine with her Delfin Backbreaker.
DELFIN BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DsuY4pSNLvA
A jellied Burlingame spread out in a starfish and Janel quickly flopped atop her in a Lateral Press for the...
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Seemingly reenergized from the remarkable reversal, the Intercontinental Champion kipped to her feet, though she had to catch herself from a slight stumble. Not to be outdone, Lily did likewise a tick behind, but was rewarded with a literal Toe Kick to the gut that doubled the Lightweight titleholder with a gasp.
Moving side by side with the gutted Lily, Janel added a little salsa to her chips in back-flipping over Burlingame, landing behind her, wrapping her arms around the gulping waist of her fellow champion and vaulting Lily into the air with a German Suplex she held in a bridging position for...
BACK-FLIP TO GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=05hWwWOid3A
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THRNOOOO!
Lily spasmed her way out of the pinning predicament, flopping to her side, bewildered but not broken.
Ready to dispatch the brat once and for all, Janel skipped over her mewling carcass and hurried up the buckles. Turning, she faced the sprawled Burlingame. Launching from a slight crouch, the former gymnast skied into the Orlando night, back-flipping through a Shooting Star to try and deliver an Elbow Drop to the cleft of Burlingame’s bosom, ending her night and reign.
The FAWNatics pour their hearts out for Lily, urging the felled brunette to get out of the way before the Mitey Meteor comes crashing down. Alas it’s not to be as Manning’s Elbow THWUMPS home with a defibrillating jolt that sends the Lightweight champ flopping over onto one side. Janel’s not about to be denied her prize though, she grabbed Lily at hip and shoulder, rolled her onto her back and climbed aboard, the former gymnast making damn sure her dense little glutes were planted firmly atop the divot gouged out by her elbow. Secure in her new status as a double champion, Manning didn’t bother to hook a leg or even palm the shoulders, she only flexed her biceps and offered a smug grin while the ref smacked out the…
SHOOTING STAR ELBOW DROP @ 00:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hb5edjH0TXM
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Lily pushed up into a high, beautiful bridge that sent the blonde onto all fours. On her feet in an instant, Janel turned her ire on the official, rather than her opponent. “Are you crazy?” she spat, getting all up in his business. “That was THREE! No way that pampered little brat survives when I come down on her from all the way up!”
Merle held his ground, he’d had just about enough jerks for one night. “It was two and a half, Janel. Now get out of my face and get back to it or I’ll DQ you on the spot. Understand?”
Manning didn’t appreciate the show of backbone, she did however agree with the sentiment. “Fine. Just make sure you’re in position the next time I put her ass in the air.”
Determined to do so as quickly as possible, Janel swiped a short kick into her foe’s ribs, then followed up with a few stomps to make sure the bytch didn’t get any ideas about fighting the inevitable. Scraping Lily up immediately thereafter, Manning switched around behind and slipped her left arm under the brunette’s left bicep in a Half Nelson. Then she reached between Burlingame’s stems with her free hand, grabbed hold of her right wrist and pulled it through Pumphandle style.
“Now you’re going to learn, bytch. In these games called FAWN, NO ONE upstages a Manning Moment.”
As such she wrenched Lily up, spun her over at the apex and sat out on her butt to THAWHAM the Star Strider onto her back courtesy a Here We Go Driver! With one leg already cradled thanks to her prep work, Manning draped her right leg across Burlingame’s throat to keep her down for the…
HERE WE GO DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQN3SlHT-5A
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Lily kicked free with a whisper to spare, this nearest of near falls earning a huge pop from the sold-out crowd. Fit to be tied, an iron-eyed Janel Manning worked the brunette’s ponytail around both hands and forced them both to their feet. Switching one hand to a domineering grip on her foe’s face, Janel growled, “Mask or not, you aren’t in my league. And you sure as hell don’t deserve to share a ring with me.”
She powered forward, backing Lily all the way to the ropes and even that wasn’t enough. A single colossal shove sent the youngest Burlingame tumbling over the strands, but instead of smearing herself all over the floor she hooked an arm on the top rope and managed to land on the apron.
“Stubborn bytch!” Janel lunged over the ropes and PWAAAKED a big Forearm Smash against Lily’s defenseless face. Still didn’t do the job though, so the Golden Mite resorted to drastic measures. Joining her rival on the apron, Janel dipped down, forced a shoulder into Lily’s tummy and muscled her off her feet, all the better to march the Lightweight champ to the nearest corner. While Janel didn’t give a crap about the other woman’s long term well-being, she took pains to set her on the buckles securely enough to keep her from falling off before the fun started.
“Now stay right there, rich girl.” Manning patted Burlingame’s cheek for emphasis. “And I’ll show you what it REALLY means to take a crowd’s breath away.” Promise made, she turned around and skipped down to the opposite end of the apron. “GET THOSE CAMERAS READY, PEOPLE!” she bellowed to the buzzing crowd. “YOU’RE GONNA WANNA SHARE THIS WITH EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR LOSER FRIENDS!”
This earned her no good will with the FAWNatics, but a great deal of them did indeed have their cameras ready when Janel grabbed the top rope in both hands and leapt onto it like that narrow strand of rubber-coated steel was as wide as a sidewalk. Arms stretched out at her sides, Janel tightroped toward her intended victim at a remarkably quick pace. She was only a few feet removed from the brunette when she jumped forward and stretched her legs for a Hurricanrana that’d ‘HOLY SHIT!’
No ‘oooooh’s’ or ‘aaaaaahhh’s’ or even a moment of stunned silence, just straight into that old hardcore standby when Burlingame launched herself from the corner with a short-range Spear that buried her left shoulder deep, deep, DEEP into Janel’s flat tummy. As impressive a start as it was, it couldn’t hold a candle to the finale that saw the airborne battlers hit the Announce Table like a falling star. The table exploded with a shuddering KER-ASH that sent Gordy, Joanna and their respective notes scattering like ninepins.
Just as flabbergasted as everyone else, Merle rushed out of the ring and made his way to the wreckage. Hellacious as the crash looked and sounded, both ladies seemed to have escaped it without injury, though he guessed they sure as hell weren’t feeling too great. Much as instinct told him to just call it off then and there, he knew brass would have his head if he didn’t at least try to give them a chance to get up, so he pushed away and started the count.
It was a good thing FAWN adopted WOLF’s twenty count following the merger because Lily and Janel didn’t even stir until ‘TEN!’ At ‘THIRTEEN!’ they were on all fours and by ‘SEVENTEEN! they were on their knees. Brunette and blonde locked eyes at ‘EIGHTEEN!’ and the fight started all over again, Lily and Janel just trading vicious, openhanded slaps in the wreckage of that bombed out table.
Neither was aware of the count until the bell CLANGED and the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, both competitors have been counted out! Therefore this match is a draw!”
Burlingame and Manning paused just long enough to register their disgust. “Screw that noise. I’m not done with your pampered ass.” Janel hissed to the brunette.
“Trust me sweetheart, my pampered ass is the least of your concerns… for now.” Lily plowed into Janel with a truncated tackle, forced her onto her back and straddled her waist to unleash several more cheek-reddening SMACKS!
Manning eventually raised a guard, then wrapped her arms around Burlingame’s waist and rolled ‘em both over to claim the mount. Scooting up until the fork of her crotch was pressed against Lily’s chin, Janel flicked the tip of her foe’s nose, then slapped her forehead several times. “YOU’RE NOT IN MY LEAGUE, PRINCESS! GET THAT THROUGH YOUR HEADOOOOOWW!”
Lily bit down on Janel’s encroaching thigh and shoved her loose. Not about to let the night end with Manning’s junk so near her mug, Lily scrambled onto the blonde and got a few inches higher, forcing the center of her trunks against Janel’s nose and mouth. “What’s that taste like, punk?” she taunted. “Does it taste like you’re out of your depth? I bet it NNNNGGHHH!”
Janel curled up and drove a knee into her back to knock the Lightweight champ from her perch. Both ladies were up in a heartbeat and would’ve continued to wage war if a swarm of officials and techs hadn’t arrived to keep them apart. One of them handed Janel her belt and the presence of leather and gold seemed to calm her, at least somewhat. “See this, bytch?” she raised it high to make sure the loser got a good view. “It’s mine and you’ll NEVER have it!”
Lily’s gold was returned about that moment so she brandished it to the Golden Mite. “Tell ya what, Janey. When you LOSE your title, come sniffing around again and I’ll show you why you don’t even rate a bronze anymore!”
Janel lunged in spite of the human barrier and Lily did the same. They *almost* got to one another but the defenses held and they were prized apart kicking and snarling all the way. While never truly pleased with an indecisive finish, the FAWnatics didn’t seem let down by the lack of a new Double Champion. Indeed, they were quite eager for Lily and Janel to cross paths again. And they’d get their wish sooner than later, if the language pouring forth from those young ladies was any indication.