Post by alyadmirer on Jun 9, 2015 20:47:11 GMT
With gold on the line, the FAWNatics’ steady murmur rose to another level. And when the familiar sound of Russian conversation chatted up the amped audience and the unforgettable club groove krushed the house, the crowd hopped to its feet for Snap’s ‘The Power’ and for the arrival of the little exotic party animal the song precursored. The ovation only grew when Kat popped out from behind the curtains, the tawny-skinned Upstart bumping and grinding to the beat.
THE POWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z33tH-JdPDg
KATYA MICHALKA:
With the ideal opportunity to zoom up the sub-125 charts straight to the top, the revelry within the Ukrainian beauty remained unabated. Determined to party both before and after her most memorable win, the Rave Queen bounded down the aisle, slapping hands with anyone she could reach as she bounced from one side of the aisle to the other. She even stopped for a quick bump-n-grind with a lucky few.
Having increased the number of her fellow partiers by leaps and bounds, the crowd’s enthusiastic response continued, the audience putting their hands together and swiveling their much wider hips. And as the brunette made her way to ringside, the Announcer provides the introduction for the exotic little booty-shaking beauty.
“Ladies and gentlemen tonight’s next contest is scheduled for one fall, with a thirty minute time limit and it is for FAWN’s Lightweight Championship! Coming down the aisle, she is the challenger! Hailing from Kiev, Ukraine, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty pounds, she is FAWN’s Raver Extraordinaire, she is… KATYA MICHALKA.”
The slinky dark-haired vixen swooped and dove, twisted and shook her way around the ring. Moving to the music, Katya banged her head and twirled her hips in a hot pink cropped tee, neon blue hot pants with white ankle boots and rainbow-colored legwarmers up to mid-thigh, the bawdy, gaudy wardrobe was completed with a multi-colored assortment of ‘kandi’ bracelets on each forearm that shifted up and down, collecting at her wrists in a pile before the next spin sent them off on another trip halfway to her elbow.
The electrifying, energetic lightweight hops to the apron and slides her way through. Michalka then pops and locks her way to a corner, having one last bit of fun with the fans before readying for business AND pleasure.
With the crowd clapping along to Kat‘s house beat, the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, 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 the FAWN Lightweight Champion… LILY BURLINGAME!”
COMEBACK KID:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPWb7dAFItI
Finally starting to come ‘round on the idea that the one-time backstage interviewer had moonlighted as the masked marvel Cherry Bomb for the better part of a year, the Mayhem crowd 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.
LILY BURLINGAME:
The wick shrank in time with the arrival of more guitars and an Earth-shattering KA-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.
Vaulting out 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. For her first battle with the Up-Tempo Upstart 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 black 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.
Kinetic as ever even without her interstellar disguise, the Girl That Gravity Forgot exploded into a run that sent her from the aisle to the apron and finally to the top rope in mere heartbeats. 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. “Hope you like your beats fast and your bass heavy.” she grinned. “Cuz this next tune is gonna blow you all away.”
The bell sounded and Katya danced out of her corner as always, the frenetic, lissome movements of the Ukrainian import’s shoulders and hips almost enough to convince the FAWNatics they were about to see a world class dance-off instead of a Lightweight Title match. Yet those who could draw their attention from Michalka’s swinging glutes (and no judgment intended on those who could not) noted that the challenger’s eyes never left the champion and they sparkled with something that wasn’t anger, but neither was it the joyful, carefree exuberance they’d come to expect from the Upstart.
Lily was among the few who caught the new vibe coming from her opponent and so she approached with the tiniest bit of caution, although in the case of the youngest Burlingame sister it only meant leaving the buckles at something slightly less than a breakneck sprint. Meeting Katya near the center of the squared circle, Lily halted her advance and extended a hand to the challenger. “Good luck tonight, Kat. I hope you brought your A Game because I brought mine.”
Michalka made as if to take it, then pulled her hand back and raised an index finger. “I will shake your hand. But not before I see what you brought to my dance floor.” By way of demonstration the Rave Queen ran her hands through her hair and twisted in a circle on the spot, her rotation seemingly powered by nothing more than the sinuous churning of her hips. Done, Katya stepped back and spread her hands to either side, ceding the floor to Burlingame if only for a moment.
Smirking ever so slightly, Lily thought about it for a moment, then busted out a slow little swingin’ low bump n’ grind that finished with a hair toss and a whole lotta cheers from the crowd.
Seemingly impressed, Katya smiled a little wider and took Lily’s hand when it was offered the second time. “I appreciate the opportunity and I thank you for it.” the rainbow-clad battler told her opponent. “But make no mistake, I am here to win. On the dance floor, we would compete for eyes and attention. And I would win. Here in this ring we will compete for gold. And I will win.”
She started to pull away but stopped when the Star Strider squeezed her hand just hard enough to make a point. “What you just saw a second ago? That was just a taste of what I can do to a dance floor. “And as far as what I can do in this ring, you haven’t seen ANYTHING yet. You want some gold to go with all those bracelets and glow sticks? Baby, you better be ready to dance your little ass off.”
Lily let go and the brunettes backed off with a curt nod, the earlier frivolity dialed back to almost nil as they began to circle. Perhaps motivated by the champ’s insinuation that she wasn’t quite ready, Michalka lunged first, going in low for a Double Leg Takedown that Lily spun clear of by a hair’s breadth. Katya was quick to recover and that was a good thing indeed because Burlingame was right there to snatch her into a Side Headlock.
Yanking Michalka’s head into the point of her right hip, Lily squeezed hard, bent her knees and would’ve tossed her to the mat with a Headlock Takedown if Katya hadn’t twisted loose and folded one of the heiress’s arms up behind her back in a Hammerlock. The Ukrainian tugged on her grip, forcing the other brunette up onto her toes to alleviate the pressure. Anything else she might’ve had planned was forced to the back burner when Lily reached back with her free hand and cupped the base of her challenger’s skull. Then she hopped up and laid out on her side to send Katya tumbling across the canvas with a neat little Snapmare variation.
Both ladies popped up fast and closed on one another even faster, their bare tummies making a smart little ‘smecking’ sound as they collided in a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. While Katya was only an inch taller she had a twelve pound weight advantage on the champion and she put it to good use in forcing Lily toward the corner almost at once. Disliking the quick approach of turnbuckles and ropes, Burlingame dug in her heels to halt the march for a second and in that brief interval she twisted around behind Michalka and trapped both arms in a brawny little Full Nelson.
Fingers laced across the back of her foe’s head, Lily squeezed hard and pushed down, trying to get Katya’s chin as close to her sternum as possible. Katya saw the ref approaching and though she knew it was only to allow him a better view of the action, she still waggled a finger ‘no’ to let him know she wasn’t even thinking of surrender. “That the best you’ve got?” she grunted to the silent champion. “Thought you said I’d have to work hard for this.”
Lily pressed down a little harder and Kat shut up, if only because she was practically motorboating herself at that point. “You want to turn up the heat, baby?” Burlingame asked. “All right, we can do that.”
Without waiting to see if that was really what the challenger wanted, the Lightweight Champ hopped up and wrapped her legs around Katya’s waist. The Bodyscissors in conjunction with the Nelson put a serious waver into Michalka’s knees but she didn’t collapse and after a few unsteady steps she was able to straighten almost to her full height. Breathing as normally as possible, she turned so her back was pointed toward the corner, then hit full reverse and was gratified to hear Burlingame grunt when she was BWUUUNGED against the canvas-padded steel.
“Ropes.” Michalka said loudly. “I’m in the ropes, make her let go.”
Craig agreed and patted Lily on the shoulder. “C’mon champ, let loose.”
Lily nodded and relinquished the Scissors without so much as a fare thee well squeeze. Once her feet were back on the canvas she unlocked her hands and raised them overhead to indicate the clean break.
Katya did the same, but instead of leaving the corner she laid one hand against Burlingame’s cheek and kicked her hips into a high-speed shimmy that skidded back n’ forth across the champ’s abs. There wasn’t really anything painful about it, at least not until the Rave Queen pulled forward and thrust back, THWHUMPING the pert little medicine ball of her butt deep into the American’s belly. Lily ‘OOOFFFHED!’ and started to shove her attacker away, but Katya grabbed the top rope on either side and drilled her with another hard Booty Bump. Michalka felt Burlingame’s breath hot and hurt on the back of her neck which she took as a sign to repeat the tactic three more times in rapid succession.
Lily still wouldn’t go down though so Katya took a few steps forward and fired a crisp little Back Kick into the pit of her rival’s stomach. That got an even louder ‘OOOFFFFHH!’ followed by the unmistakable ‘thump’ of tush hitting canvas. Grinning broadly as the crowd urged her on, Kayta backed it up into the corner, grabbed the top rope again and dipped her knees in a deep crouch. “First you will cede the dance floor,” she told Lily. “Then you will cede the gold.”
What followed was not a Stinkface in the traditional sense, rather t’was a round of expertly-paced twerking that saw Michalka’s rainbow-sheathed buns colliding with Burlingame’s chin in a series of little hands-free Uppercuts. Of course Lily WAS in the corner and the ref was close so the count started quickly enough. Katya let the beat drop at ‘THREE!’ and gave Lily a little forget me not butt scrub because really, she wasn’t NOT going to Stinkface her.
TWERKERCUT BARRAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WVXfSkltr0
Bounding away with a wide smile, the Rave Queen ‘flicked’ her bottoms back into place, then whirled to face Lily, who was still seated in the corner and watching the challenger with wide, angry eyes. Katya smiled all the wider, pulled a glow stick from one of her leg warmers and tossed it into the Lightweight Champ’s lap. “Hold onto that.” she chided. “So you have something to see by the next time my butt’s in your face.”
Burlingame got up and tossed the toy to Craig, who managed to catch it without fumbling. “I was going to keep this TV friendly, but if you’re set on embarrassing me I’ve got no problem doing a little dirty dancing all over your nose.”
Katya looked patently unimpressed. “From what I’ve seen so far you’ve got all the moves of a cow on ice. You may have the Lightweight Title, but when it comes to rhythm? Baby, I am the all time cham-peen.” Michalka added a little waggle of her hips as punctuation, the brunette’s smile growing a little wider as the FAWNatics cheered their approval.
Motivated rather than discouraged by the challenger’s unconventional style, Burlingame popped to her feet and came out of the corner fast -- it wasn’t quite a run, but she sure as hell wasn’t ambling either. Hands raised and curled well before she reached grapplin’ distance, the Star Strider leaned back and lunged, a perfect Collar & Elbow Tie-Up that connected with absolutely nothing because Katya dropped into a jaunty split an instant before collision. Stumbling a bit, Lily righted herself and spun around just in time to see the Ukrainian Sound Machine bust out another energetic shimmy for the crowd.
Back to the champ, Michalka raised one arm high and trailed her other hand from wrist to elbow, setting her various bracelets and bling a’jangle. “Gonna have to be faster than that if you wanna a piece of this candy, ‘Lil. C’mon, aren’t you supposed to be faster than a shooting star or someth--”
Burlingame pounced so fast and so far that the challenger didn’t have time to pull off another split. She did however manage a beautiful pirouette, the graceful evasion executed so late she could feel the champ’s fingers brush one shoulder. But a miss was a miss was a miss and Katya let Lily know by pushing up on the balls of her feet and skidding away with a picture perfect moonwalk. After several steps she busted out another little spin and THWACK!
The Dropkick succeeded where the clinches had failed, Lily going low to drive her heels into the other brunette’s shins. Knocked loose of her moorings, Michalka tucked her head and somersaulted in midair to land on her back with a heavy THUD! Stunned and angry in equal measure, Katya rolled to one knee and took several deep breaths all while glaring daggers at the Star Strider.
Burlingame was unfazed however. “What, did you forget we’re here to actually wrestle? Or maybe you just don’t like getting shown up on the dance floor.”
The Rave Queen stood up and shook the kinks from her knees. “Wrong on both counts, sweetie. I don’t like eating a cheap shot when I’m outclassing some slug on the dance floor.”
Lily’s smile faded. “Not dancing now, Kitty. You want to outclass me? Gonna have to lock-up.”
Michalka didn’t need to be told twice, she closed on the champion in just a few steps and lunged forward with both hands poised to-- Burlingame dropped into a crouch, hooked her ankles around Katya’s lead leg and sent her onto her stomach with a Drop Toe Hold.
The challenger put her hands against the mat and started to rise only to find herself flattened out again when Lily hopped aboard with both feet landing between the other brunette’s shoulders. Facing the same direction as her foe, Burlingame pushed up on her toes and did a little moonwalking of her own, all the way down Katya’s back to the slim curve of her glutes, where she busted out a tart little spin that put a noticeable scuff on opposing booty.
If the crowd had been buzzing before they were damned near roaring when Michalka scrambled to her feet and went straight for the champion. Lily raised her hands to grapple and Katya did too, but she only used one for a quick, flat palmed Smack that CRAAACKED across Burlingame’s cheek. Staggered, Lily’s head snapped back around and she would’ve slapped the taste out of the other brunette’s mouth if Michalka hadn’t already raised her smackin’ hand overhead for a Test of Strength.
“It’s a wrestling match you want, Lily?” Katya asked. “Then throw your hands up and lets get this party started.”
Lily never hesitated, she mirrored the other brunette, stormed into the breach and ‘smecked’ her palm into place.
Soon as their other hands were locked the pair of Lightweights stepped even closer, their chests perhaps an inch apart and even less when one or the other took deep breaths. For a while it was stalemate, one so still you would’ve been forgiven for thinking the participants were two expertly carved statues. But the Rave Queen did have a twelve pound weight advantage, one which was perfectly illustrated when she pushed onto her toes and rolled Lily’s hands back onto her wrists.
Cringing at the pain in her joints, the youngest Burlingame set one leg behind her like a kickstand in hopes of keeping the deficit small. It worked for perhaps ten seconds, then Katya bounced a little and Lily cried out as the hurt escaped her wrists and traveled south to her elbows. “Knees on the mat sweetie,” Michalka cooed as she felt Lily’s legs start to shiver, “drop it real low and then keep it there.”
Another hard downward shove got Burlingame moving for real, it was only a matter of seconds before her knees were just where the challenger predicated. Standing tall over the penitent champion, Katya brought her hands together and kept on pushing in an effort to fold her foe’s arms into useless little V’s. “Oh yeah, that’s a great look for you!” Michalka chirped when she had Lily’s bent hands about level with her ears. “Looks like you’re trying to keep the roof from comin’ down on your head. Gonna happen any second though, babe. Maybe you should give it up before it smashes you flat.” She pressed down a little bit harder and waggled her hips back n’ forth to make sure she had the FAWNatics firmly on her side.
Craig Long had kept his distance during the increasingly aggressive dance-off, but he moved in close when Burlingame’s wrists started to bend in ways the good lord had never intended. “How are ya doin’, Lily? Need me to call it?”
Burlingame shook her head ‘no’ which wasn’t as easy with two sets of hands as close as they were. “Thanks for the concern Craig, but I’ll be fine.” she huffed. “Gonna take a lot more than this glittery little square dancer to take me down.”
Katya, who’d been enjoying her domination of the champion, snorted in disgust at the insult. “Oh sweetie. If you weren’t about to lose I might have to make you pay for calling me a HEY!”
Burlingame surged to one knee, then slooooooowly pushed her arms to full extension. That relatively minor increase in leverage allowed the Star Strider to regain her footing, much to the displeasure of the Rave Queen. Nose to nose once again, Lily pecked a kiss a half inch in front of Katya’s lips and chided, “Did I say square dancer? I meant polNNNNGGGH!”
Michalka pivoted and slammed the broadside of her right thigh into Lily’s tummy as payback for the slight. The champ didn’t take a knee but she sure as hell wasn’t thinking about the Test either, so Katya dipped her head and wedged it under the American’s right arm. Tossing away the other Knuckle-lock so she could loop that arm around Burlingame’s waist. Hooks thusly set, she dropped her knees and arched up, over and back in a perfect bridge that THWHUMPED the full length of Lily’s spine against the mat. Katya popped onto her toes on impact, a perfect bridge to make sure her perfect Northern Lights Suplex earned a…
ONE…
TWO…
THWHAP!
Lily’s free hand smacked down on Michalka’s arched tummy and broke the bridge with a full second to spare. Safe from the pin but still linked by half a Test of Strength, Burlingame was working to clear her head when Katya got to her feet and forced her to do the same. A bright whistle made Lily look up and an even brighter Bytch Slap snapped her head all the way to the left.
Grinning as this uncoordinated dope reeled, Michalka stepped back and out so she was lined up side by side with the champion. Free arm held out at shoulder level, she started a wave that traveled up that arm, down the other and back up Lily’s trapped wing. This got a loud cheer from the crowd, as did the second crisp SMACK delivered Katya to Lily. Even then the Ukrainian Sound Machine wouldn’t release the remaining Knucklelock, it was simply too good a tether to ignore.
Oh so eager to prove she belonged in the ring with the very best Lightweights FAWN had to offer, Michalka stepped in, lowered her head and wedged it beneath Burlingame’s right arm for the second time in perhaps a minute. She was heartbeats away from another dose of Northern Lights when Lily clamped down on her noggin with an unexpected Front Facelock. The surprises continued when the champ hopped up and threaded her short, dangerous stems around Katya’s waist in a snug Bodyscissors. Squeezing hard enough to make the challenger gasp, Burlingame freed herself from the last dregs of the Test and locked her hands just beneath Michalka’s chin.
GUILLOTINE CHOKE:
Guillotine Choke sunk in deep, Lily craaaaaaaaaaaaanked down on the Scissors and leaaaaaaaaaaned back on the Front Facelock, forcing her prey to lean forward in a deep crouch to make sure she didn’t tumble to the mat. “Girls who slap me have a nasty habit of losing consciousness shortly thereafter..” Lily huffed as she put all her considerable might into forcing Katya to tap or nap. “Probably shoulda mentioned that sooner.”
Michalka didn’t reply, she was too busy conserving air and pounding frantic little punches into the Star Strider’s ribs. Lily grimaced, shook her head in a ‘not good enough, sweetheart’ sort of way and clamped down on Katya’s head even tighter, the muscles in her brawny little biceps and shoulders shredding into sharp relief under the house lights. Katya made a nasty little gurgling noise in the back of her throat and Craig Long was beside her in an instant to check on her condition. “You ok, Kat? If you need me to call it, say the word. Guillotines are nothing to play with.”
“Got that right.” Lily emphasized the ref’s point by uncrossing and re-crossing her ankles before delivering another rough squeeze.
For a moment Katya did want to tap out, the pressure roaring through her skull and ribs was as painful as any she’d endured in the last year. But she held her tongue, at least until she was able to slip her arms around Burlingame’s waist. The retaliatory Bear Hug wasn’t nearly as strong as the champion’s Guillotine, it did however allow the Rave Queen to stand up and get a better look at her surroundings. Spotting a corner a few yards behind Lily, Michalka flicked her eyes toward the official and grunted, “I… I… I will not cede the dance floor to this… klutz.”
Lily started to reply but shut up fast when Katya charged / shambled across the canvas. She managed to pick up a decent head of steam before reaching her destination and the Guillotine popped wide open when Katya BWUUUNGED its owner spine-first into the buckles. Grabbing hold of the bottom rope to make sure she stayed at least sort of upright, Michalka reared back and dove forward, plowing her shoulder into Lily’s belly. Three more Shoulderblocks were administered before Katya felt strong enough to hop up onto the middle rope. Arms spread wide, she thrust her hips forward, forcing Lily to twist her head to the side or else endure a face full of tummy.
“MAKE SOME NOISE FOR ME, FAWN!” Michalka bellowed to the already noisy crowd. They did as bade, then got even louder when the challenger gripped the bottom edge of her pink crop top and peeled it overhead, leaving her clad in a rainbow bikini top that matched her leg warmers. Holding the shirt one handed, she grabbed hold of Burlingame’s hair and tugged her head back at a rude angle. “It gets hot out here on the dance floor, baby. Let me wipe you down a bit.” Katya scrubbed the wadded garment in Lily’s protesting mug for the better part of five seconds, then tossed it out into the crowd where a whole sea of hands rose to swallow it. Now that Lily was ready for the next round of this dance off, Michalka curled her free hand into a fist and murmured, “Here’s a baseline we’ll both like.” The fist came down, not once, but over and over, with each knuckle on forehead collision energetically tallied by the FAWNatics.
‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!’
Katya hopped down and raised her hands high as poor Lily’s legs gave out and she once again dropped flat on her butt in front of the challenger. Eyes twinkling, Katya put her hands on her hips and made show of tugging the bottom edge of her trunks just a wee bit higher. “I could give you another taste of my butt.” she teased. “But why spoil your pampered self when I can throw a House Party?” Katya kicked off the festivities with a literal kick, one that struck Lily flush in the chest. The energetic little groove that followed was sprinkled with more kicks, perhaps half a dozen in all, each and every one of them catching Burlingame in her rapidly reddening assets. Certain that square of a referee would soon insist she turn the music down, Michalka fired off one more kick, then busted out a tight little spin and dropped into a perfect split that sent her left heel pistoning toward Lily’s crot--
HOUSE PARTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pJ7YsqCsuo
Burlingame caught the Ukrainian’s ankle in both hands, saving herself from an extremely painful (but entirely legal) Low Blow by a matter of inches. Irritated by the narrow escape, Katya shook her head and muttered, “I always knew you were a party poopNNNGGGH!”
Lily belted her across the cheek, a sassy Bytch Slap as payment for the embarrassments she’d endured these last few minutes. While it snapped Katya’s head to the side but good, the slap didn’t do much for the champ’s vulnerable position, so she doubled down on the encroaching ankle again and shoved up and back to send Michalka rolling away in an awkward somersault.
Thinking fast and acting faster, the Star Strider reached up with both hands, grabbed the bottom rope and pulled herself from a seat to a tense crouch on the top turnbuckle in a single sinuous motion. As of yet unaware of her opponent’s ascent to the top floor, Michalka got up favoring her right knee slightly, she was worried she might’ve tweaked it when Burlingame sent her rolling. This and all other concerns were banished when she heard a loud cheer from those assembled and looked to the sky. Good thing she did too, as otherwise she’d have had no idea what hit her when Lily’s legs ‘smecked’ shut around her head. Ankles locked, Burlingame twisted her hips and swung down and around, the Girl that Gravity forgot acting as a flawlessly smooth pendulum that flipped Katya off her feet and dropped her flat on her back.
DIVING 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QQm0cNu-piw
Sucking wind after the landing knocked all the air from her lungs, Katya rolled onto her stomach and started to rise only to have the process expedited when Lily grabbed a huge handful of hair. Yanking the challenger onto her knees, Lily reared back like she was gonna smack the Rave Queen’s face into the upper deck, then called an audible and THWHUMPED her right hip into Katya’s jaw, a blatant receipt for the demoralizing punishment she’d endured earlier in the match.
“Hips don’t lie, Kat.” Burlingame chided as she circled the sprawled challenger. “Yours are fast and definitely flashy, but mine are strong enough to knock you on your butt.”
Katya grunted, braced her hands against the canvas and pushed up. “My hips are more than strong enough to carry that belt you hold.” she muttered. “And they’ll still be swinging away when you and your anvil ass are trudging up the aislOOOWWWWW HAIR! REF, GET HER OFFA MY HARRRRGGGGHH!”
Lily yanked Katya up by the roots, set her on her feet and promptly left hers, which she then THWHAPPED into the Ukrainian Sound Machine’s mush via an absolutely beautiful Dropkick. Michalka went down like she’d been pole-axed and Lily was right there to cover her, the champ snuggling in for a high, tight Crossbody that had Katya’s chin wedged in tight just above the point of her right hip. Down on one knee the instant the cover was secured, Craig checked the challenger’s shoulders, then counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Katya wrenched an arm loose from Burlingame’s Wristlock and clonked her elbow into the side of the heiress’s noggin. Lily rocked back on her haunches, shook off the blow and paid it back with a huge overhand smack that SPAAANKED off Michalka’s gulping tummy. Yelping, the Rave Queen sat up and crossed both hands over her midsection, making it that much easier for Burlingame to cup her under the chin. On her feet in an instant, Lily pulled Katya to semi-verticality before doubling her over with a Toe Kick to the same spot she’d just slapped.
“Better watch what you say about my butt, Kat.” the brunette muttered as she reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. “Girls who talk bad about it tend to feel even worse after they’ve kissed and made up.” Michalka’s response was reduced to muffled grumbling by Lily’s stems, but she got a lot clearer when the Star Strider cinched on a Waistlock and hoisted her wailing burden up onto the point of her right shoulder. Careful to keep one arm around Katya’s waist at all times, Lily reached over with her left hand, grabbed the other Lightweight’s left wrist and drew it across her throat. Then she repeated the tactic with her right hand, leaving Kat free of the Waistlock but still strapped down thanks to the Straightjacket wedged beneath her chin. Still not done yet, Burlingame leaaaaaaaaaned forward and shifted her hips until she managed to trap the Rave Queen’s kicking feet against the sturdy planks of her thighs.
“How do you like my new hold, Katya?” Lily asked as she jostled up and down while simultaneously pulling on her opponent’s captured wrists. “It’s not high art, but it sure looks good and it’s got a beat you can tap to.”
Face flushed pink after only five seconds in the move Lily would come to call the Star-Crossed Stretch, Katya shook her head ‘no’ when the ref came over to check, then realized her own traitorous arms made the refusal far from clear. “NO!” she croaked as loudly as she could. “NO! I DON’T AAAAAGGGGGHH AAAARRRRRHHHHH!”
Lily bounced harder than ever and Katya couldn’t help but shriek as the hold bent and strangled her in a most unpleasant combination. “Give it up, Kat!” Lily demanded after twenty long seconds with no surrender. “Don’t make me choke you ouNNNGHH!”
The Rave Queen twisted a foot clear of Burlingame’s thigh and promptly slammed her heel into the champ’s tush. Lily staggered, kept her control over the trapped brunette’s wrists but lost her other foot in the process. Happier despite the unpleasant predicament, Katya started driving her heels into the American’s butt and thighs in the hopes of forcing Burlingame to let her go. Alas, Lily wasn’t about to give up on a potentially match winning hold. She tightened her grips, leaned forward and, “OOOOHHHHH!”
Cheers from the crowd as Katya tumbled up n’ over her foe’s back to land in front of the startled champion. Wristlocks be damned, Michalka kicked her opponent square in the gut, then tore all the way loose and followed it up with a swift Back Kick that PWAAAKED against Lily’s navel. The champ doubled over, practically offering her head to Katya on a silver platter. It was a tempting offer but the Ukrainian Sound Machine had other plans, evidenced when she whirled away from Burlingame and ran the ropes to her right.
A slight zig on the return ensured Kat came in behind her foe, meaning Lily remained unaware of the danger until Michalka vaulted into the sky with a hands free cartwheel. Those free hands grabbed Lily in a Waistlock as Katya soared and that tether spun her rival into a THWHUMPING landing on the back of her head and shoulders. Kat however came down on her knees and since her hold on the brunette’s abs was still good, she leaned in against those upturned haunches and beamed while the ref counted…
RAVE BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZREmLJe570g
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Lily bucked loose and slopped onto her tummy with all of a half second to spare. Michalka pounded her fists against the mat, not in frustration, but in anticipation of the gold she was sure she’d hoist after the match. “The beat’s getting pretty heavy, sweetie.” she told Lily as she peeled her off the mat with a double handful of hair. “I don’t think your moves are gonna cut it on my dance floor anymore.”
Kat swatted Lily’s cheek for a good measure, then pounded a knee into her gut to double her over. Bracing her hands against the small of Burlingame’s back, she hopped into a seat on the champ’s upper back and hooked her legs under opposing biceps to make it all but impossible for Lily to buck her off. Hands on her hips, Michalka grinned to the FAWNatics and shouted, “RAVE BOMB REMIX!”
Just what made it a remix you ask? A snappier tempo for one. Katya hooked her fingers into the bottom edge of Lily’s red n’ black trunks and yanked ‘em up in a wedgie that left a good three fifths of her foe’s butt bare. Then she flattened her hands into paddles and really got at those exposed glutes with a funky little beat that even Lisa Dream would’ve appreciated. Calling it off after several seconds, Michalka leaned back and twisted her hips to the right like she was about to bust out some exceptionally funky dance move. In a way that’s exactly what she did when she snapped back in the opposite direction and swung down to a seat on the canvas while Lily was dumped ass over teakettle and once again landed high and tight on the back of her head and shoulders.
RAVE BOMB REMIX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UutsI3scTFw
Legs hooked over the other brunette’s biceps, Kat leaned in close, the Rave Queen practically molding herself to Burlingame’s haunches in the hopes of getting the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lily clapped her thighs against the sides of Michalka’s head, denying her the title by less than a whisper. Frowning angrily, Kat shoved Lily onto her tummy and sidled into place near her boots. “Fine, you’re strong enough to handle a heavy beat. Let’s see how you do with a slow jam.” Grabbing the backs of Lily’s knee pads, Katya lifted the American’s legs off the mat and slid in beneath so she could slip a Scissors around her waist. Then she locked her ankles against the back of Lily’s neck and started to squeeze.
Lily groaned, braced her knees against the mat and started crawling toward “HEY!” she yelped as Katya lifted her legs off the mat. “What do you think you’re doiNNNGGGRRRRRHHHHH!”
Kat moved her handholds from kneepad to bare flesh, particularly the dense albeit vulnerable meat of her inner thighs. This wasn’t a Crotch Claw, let’s be clear on that. But Michalka’s hands were practically hugging the champ’s bikini line and Burlingame’s shrieks of pain had plenty of fans wondering if Katya had decided to work trunks. Craig confirmed that she wasn’t, not that this was much comfort to Lily, who was desperately trying to extricate her gams from the challenger’s claws. Of course Katya was doing her best to keep Burlingame’s face as close to the mat as possible, making it that much more difficult to focus on escape. Kneading and squeezing like she was working heavy dough and not muscles, Michalka used the grips to spread Lily’s legs into a wide stretch, adding an unpleasant Wishbone aspect to the hold.
“Cede the floor!” Kat demanded. “While you can still walk away with a little dignity!”
Lily couldn’t shake her head ‘no’ so she waggled a finger to let Craig know she was still in. “Yuuuu…. yyeerrr…. you’ll hafta do better than that… if you wanna… beat me.” she groaned. Gritting her teeth against the hurt to come, Lily braced both hands against the mat and started to draaaaaaaaaaag herself toward the ropes.
Angered as much by the feel of her back sliding against the mat as her foe’s stubborn refusal to admit defeat, Michalka poured even more pressure into the Bodyscissors and smacked her crossed ankles into the back of Lily’s head over and over again. Combined with the agonizing number she was doing on the American’s inner thighs (which were starting to look like she’d gone a few rounds with La Gata Diabla) Katya was sure she’d hear Burlingame bleat out submission in a matter of seconds. Instead she heard the crowd grow noticeably louder, the sort of increase only achieved by a run in, a trip to the top turnbuckle or when someone was about to grab--
Michalka pushed up on her elbows and damned if Lily wasn’t more than a foot out from salvation. Cursing under her breath, the challenger sat up, rolled onto her knees, slid back and tucked Lily’s gams under her armpits, thus transforming the Ukrainian Thigh Master into a deep Reverse Matchbook. Already close to keep an ear open for submissions, Craig dropped to one knee and counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lily sank her claws into Katya’s pert little tush and shoved with all her might to break the pin within an ace of losing her title. “That was three!” Michalka snapped at the official. “She was looking at the lights!”
“For two and seven eights maybe, but not three.” Long replied. “You want the belt around your waist, Kat? Then stack her up or tap her out.”
The Rave Queen scowled, then nodded. “All right, I will. I might even do both.” Stomping back to the hobbled champion with a mean little waggle in her booty, Michalka grabbed Lily by the hair and dragged her to the middle of the ring on all fours. “You say your hips don’t lie, Lily?” she yanked the heiress onto her knees and smacked her cheek for emphasis. “Well mine don’t show any mercy.”
Case in point, she pivoted to one side and smack-smack-smacked! her left hip into Burlingame’s face three times in rapid succession. The Star Strider reeled and would’ve crumpled if not for Michalka’s hair-hold, which she maintained through half a dozen more of the embarrassing ‘Butt-butts.’ Toward the end Lily managed to make it to one knee, so Katya smacked her once more, then whirled around and shot toward the ropes. Bouncing back with a full head of steam, the Ukrainian Sound Machine hopped up and planted her right foot on Burlingame’s posted thigh. Her left leg came straight up and right back down, her heel describing a swift vector toward the top of Lily’s--
‘OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!’ from the FAWNatics when Burlingame twisted in a half circle to face the same direction as her opponent. This shift derailed the Candy Kick but left Kat seated upon her foe’s shoulders, which wouldn’t have been so bad if Lily hadn’t immediately clambered to her feet. “WHOOAAAAAAAH!” Katya’s arms windmilled wildly as she tried to keep from tumbling off this dangerous perch. “WHAT’RE YOU DOING, LILY? NO! DON’T YOU NNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Heedless of the warning, Burlingame ‘hupped’ the challenger off her shoulders and dropped to a seat to THAWHAM Michalka down on her face, chest and tummy. Katya bounced over and rolled into a ball, not that she had much time to enjoy the protective cover, as Lily had fingers in her hair almost immediately.
ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uG951BgaPAo
Hauling the challenger to boot leather with the same rough treatment she’d been shown. the former Cherry Bomb delivered a Toe Kick to Katya’s gut and pulled her into a Standing Headscissors when the other brunette doubled over. One Waistlock later and the Rave Queen was hanging down Lily’s back with her arms spread in a wide ‘T’ thanks to the mitts gripping her biceps. “Here’s an new dance craze for ya, baby.” Burlingame taunted as she strode around in a tuff little circle. “I call it Splash Mountain and I know you’re gonna love it!”
Katya shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ yet her protestations weren’t nearly enough to stop the resurgent lightweight from tossing her forward and catching her around the waist a heartbeat before she sat out and PLANTED spine-first against the deck. Soaked and shivering following her trip down Splash Mountain, Michalka offered no complaint when Burlingame hooked boots across her biceps in wedged in against her tush for the…
SPLASH MOUNTAIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BLzEehKjXTY
ONE…
TWO….
THRNOOOO!
Katya pulled an arm free and shot it into the air to keep her golden dreams alive for at least three more seconds. More than a little riled up after the pain she’d endured in that humiliating Wishbone / Clawhold / Scissor thing, Lily immediately pulled Katya up and muscled her onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. “Kat might be a better dancer than me.” she admitted to the floor seat fans while on a circuit of the squared circle. “But while she’s busy breaking it down, I’m busy breaking backs!”
On that ominous statement she bent her knees and shifted Michalka onto her side, turning the Fireman’s Carry into something more akin to a Torture Rack. No submission attempt was this however, Katya’d barely come to appreciate the new set up when Burlingame tossed her forward and laid out on her back. Raising her knees to chest level in mid-descent, the Star Strider provided the most uncomfortable of landings for her foe, who THWHUMPED down spine-first atop Lily’s knees and shins. Katya gaped, pushed to one knee and then collapsed onto her stomach with one hand pressed against the small of her back.
SPACE JAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DiZGR3TcdMY
Though Lily was in perfect position to go for a pin, she chose instead to grab Kat by wrist and ankle and draaaaaaag her a little deeper into the middle of the ring. Once her crash-pad was in place she scurried over to the apron and vaulted over the ropes to land on the narrow ledge outside. Already lined up with her target, Burlingame sprang onto the top strand, flew off and curled into a ball that pulled off one and a quarter full rotations before stretching out full length to THWHAM down across Katya’s tenderized back. Shuddering in silent anguish, Katya started to inch out from under the champion but got stopped when Lily hooked a Half Nelson and rolled her onto her back. Cradling the far leg tight, she pressed down close and clinchy for the…
ONE…
TWO….
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Kat kicked out in the nick of time but didn’t have the energy to get off her aching back. “You…. you mean bytch.” she whimpered. “Trying to ruin my back.”
Lily treated the Ukrainian’s breasts to a short, uncharacteristically mean squeeze then grabbed her by the shoulder-straps. “Only after you tried to wreck my legs and showed off my crotch to the whole world.” the champ snapped. “You made the beat, Kat. Now dance to it.”
With that Burlingame got to her feet and used the strap-grip to make Katya do the same. Switching over to a basic Wristlock, Lily spun her foe’s left arm in a wide circle, then snuggled into place on Michalka’s left side and reached across the other brunette’s back with her right hand to hook her right arm. After that she bent down and leaned forward, muscling the Rave Queen up across her back in something like a Torture Rack. Switching her left hand to a hold on the Upstart’s ankles, Burlingame folded one over the other in a squatty ‘X’ and craaaaaaaaaaaaanked forward on them and the captured arm. Almost ready to go, Lily caught her breath and said, “Tell me when you’re ready for the party to stop, Katya.”
CELESTIAL DAWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nz7XaVmJRfs
Then she tightened down on both ends and started to whip ‘round and round in an Airplane Spin twirl that turned Michalka’s world to a nauseated blur while also playing hell on her aching spine. Lily hit the brakes after perhaps ten seconds but only so she could bounce up n’ down, which certainly did nothing for the agonizing ‘C’ curve of Katya’s back.
Quite aware that this particular move had finished off no less than Chrissy Daniel, the ref got in close as he dared and asked, “You want to give it up, Kat? If you do, just say so and I’ll get you out of there right away.”
Pretty features twisted with pain, Katya shook her head ‘no’ and moaned. “Caaaaaaann’t. Won’t…. won’t…. won’t cede the flooOORRRWWAAAAAHHHHH!”
Lily started spinning again, harder and faster than previously. Didn’t stop at ten seconds this time either. She kept it up for nearly thirty before she brought things to a halt and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanaked down on Katya’s chin and ankles.
“I GIVE!” Kat wailed the instant a shred of equilibrium returned. “I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!”
Lily dropped her and immediately collapsed to her knees, the champ feeling none too good herself after all that twirling. Yet her mood improved considerably when the Announcer roared, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL the FAWN Lightweight Champion… LILY BURLINGAME!”
Craig arrived shortly thereafter and helped her up before handing over the Lightweight strap. “Thanks.” Burlingame strapped the belt around her waist and extended a hand to the official. “Raise me up?” He did and the Stargazers cheered louder than ever following their heroine’s latest defense. Nodding a thanks when the noise died down, Lily strode over to Katya, who was perched on one knee with both hands pressed to the small of her back. “You gonna be ok, Kat?” Burlingame dropped to her haunches to ask the question. “I can get the doc out here if you need him.”
Michalka brushed a rough hand across eyes that were wet, but not actually teary. “I’ll be fine.” she said softly. “I just didn’t want to lo--” she trailed off for a moment. “I wanted to win. I can beat you, Lily. I know I can.”
Lily bit back the snark that rose on instinct and got to her feet instead. From there she reached down, extending a hand to the challenger. “And you’ll have plenty of other nights to prove it. Not gonna be easy though, Katya. I worked my ass off to get this title and anyone who wants to take it from me will have to work even harder.”
The Rave Queen took Lily’s hand after a bit of hesitation, then allowed herself to be pulled up. “I’m not afraid to work hard. I’m not afraid to outwork you. When next we dance you will cede the floor to me… and possibly your title as well. But until then I thank you for a wonderful time.” She pulled Lily in and hugged her one arm, a gesture that the champ returned at once. When the broke apart Kat bent down and pulled a glow stick, a bright red one, out of left leg warmer and offered it to the other brunette. “A reminder that this party is far from over. Don’t forget about me, Lily Burlingame. I won’t forget about you.”
Kat turned and headed for the ropes, a bit of her usual shimmying sass returning as she made her way up the aisle to hearty applause from the FAWNatics.
Lily watched her go with a small smile. She’d been secretly wondering who her first rival might be once the Cherry Bomb mask came off. Now she had her answer. “Bring it on, Kat.” she said under her breath. “Anytime you’re ready, I’ll be here. And so will this.” she patted the title’s faceplate, then treated herself to a quick victory lap around the ring before Craig shooed her out in anticipation of the next match.
THE POWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z33tH-JdPDg
KATYA MICHALKA:
With the ideal opportunity to zoom up the sub-125 charts straight to the top, the revelry within the Ukrainian beauty remained unabated. Determined to party both before and after her most memorable win, the Rave Queen bounded down the aisle, slapping hands with anyone she could reach as she bounced from one side of the aisle to the other. She even stopped for a quick bump-n-grind with a lucky few.
Having increased the number of her fellow partiers by leaps and bounds, the crowd’s enthusiastic response continued, the audience putting their hands together and swiveling their much wider hips. And as the brunette made her way to ringside, the Announcer provides the introduction for the exotic little booty-shaking beauty.
“Ladies and gentlemen tonight’s next contest is scheduled for one fall, with a thirty minute time limit and it is for FAWN’s Lightweight Championship! Coming down the aisle, she is the challenger! Hailing from Kiev, Ukraine, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty pounds, she is FAWN’s Raver Extraordinaire, she is… KATYA MICHALKA.”
The slinky dark-haired vixen swooped and dove, twisted and shook her way around the ring. Moving to the music, Katya banged her head and twirled her hips in a hot pink cropped tee, neon blue hot pants with white ankle boots and rainbow-colored legwarmers up to mid-thigh, the bawdy, gaudy wardrobe was completed with a multi-colored assortment of ‘kandi’ bracelets on each forearm that shifted up and down, collecting at her wrists in a pile before the next spin sent them off on another trip halfway to her elbow.
The electrifying, energetic lightweight hops to the apron and slides her way through. Michalka then pops and locks her way to a corner, having one last bit of fun with the fans before readying for business AND pleasure.
With the crowd clapping along to Kat‘s house beat, the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, 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 the FAWN Lightweight Champion… LILY BURLINGAME!”
COMEBACK KID:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPWb7dAFItI
Finally starting to come ‘round on the idea that the one-time backstage interviewer had moonlighted as the masked marvel Cherry Bomb for the better part of a year, the Mayhem crowd 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.
LILY BURLINGAME:
The wick shrank in time with the arrival of more guitars and an Earth-shattering KA-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.
Vaulting out 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. For her first battle with the Up-Tempo Upstart 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 black 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.
Kinetic as ever even without her interstellar disguise, the Girl That Gravity Forgot exploded into a run that sent her from the aisle to the apron and finally to the top rope in mere heartbeats. 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. “Hope you like your beats fast and your bass heavy.” she grinned. “Cuz this next tune is gonna blow you all away.”
The bell sounded and Katya danced out of her corner as always, the frenetic, lissome movements of the Ukrainian import’s shoulders and hips almost enough to convince the FAWNatics they were about to see a world class dance-off instead of a Lightweight Title match. Yet those who could draw their attention from Michalka’s swinging glutes (and no judgment intended on those who could not) noted that the challenger’s eyes never left the champion and they sparkled with something that wasn’t anger, but neither was it the joyful, carefree exuberance they’d come to expect from the Upstart.
Lily was among the few who caught the new vibe coming from her opponent and so she approached with the tiniest bit of caution, although in the case of the youngest Burlingame sister it only meant leaving the buckles at something slightly less than a breakneck sprint. Meeting Katya near the center of the squared circle, Lily halted her advance and extended a hand to the challenger. “Good luck tonight, Kat. I hope you brought your A Game because I brought mine.”
Michalka made as if to take it, then pulled her hand back and raised an index finger. “I will shake your hand. But not before I see what you brought to my dance floor.” By way of demonstration the Rave Queen ran her hands through her hair and twisted in a circle on the spot, her rotation seemingly powered by nothing more than the sinuous churning of her hips. Done, Katya stepped back and spread her hands to either side, ceding the floor to Burlingame if only for a moment.
Smirking ever so slightly, Lily thought about it for a moment, then busted out a slow little swingin’ low bump n’ grind that finished with a hair toss and a whole lotta cheers from the crowd.
Seemingly impressed, Katya smiled a little wider and took Lily’s hand when it was offered the second time. “I appreciate the opportunity and I thank you for it.” the rainbow-clad battler told her opponent. “But make no mistake, I am here to win. On the dance floor, we would compete for eyes and attention. And I would win. Here in this ring we will compete for gold. And I will win.”
She started to pull away but stopped when the Star Strider squeezed her hand just hard enough to make a point. “What you just saw a second ago? That was just a taste of what I can do to a dance floor. “And as far as what I can do in this ring, you haven’t seen ANYTHING yet. You want some gold to go with all those bracelets and glow sticks? Baby, you better be ready to dance your little ass off.”
Lily let go and the brunettes backed off with a curt nod, the earlier frivolity dialed back to almost nil as they began to circle. Perhaps motivated by the champ’s insinuation that she wasn’t quite ready, Michalka lunged first, going in low for a Double Leg Takedown that Lily spun clear of by a hair’s breadth. Katya was quick to recover and that was a good thing indeed because Burlingame was right there to snatch her into a Side Headlock.
Yanking Michalka’s head into the point of her right hip, Lily squeezed hard, bent her knees and would’ve tossed her to the mat with a Headlock Takedown if Katya hadn’t twisted loose and folded one of the heiress’s arms up behind her back in a Hammerlock. The Ukrainian tugged on her grip, forcing the other brunette up onto her toes to alleviate the pressure. Anything else she might’ve had planned was forced to the back burner when Lily reached back with her free hand and cupped the base of her challenger’s skull. Then she hopped up and laid out on her side to send Katya tumbling across the canvas with a neat little Snapmare variation.
Both ladies popped up fast and closed on one another even faster, their bare tummies making a smart little ‘smecking’ sound as they collided in a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. While Katya was only an inch taller she had a twelve pound weight advantage on the champion and she put it to good use in forcing Lily toward the corner almost at once. Disliking the quick approach of turnbuckles and ropes, Burlingame dug in her heels to halt the march for a second and in that brief interval she twisted around behind Michalka and trapped both arms in a brawny little Full Nelson.
Fingers laced across the back of her foe’s head, Lily squeezed hard and pushed down, trying to get Katya’s chin as close to her sternum as possible. Katya saw the ref approaching and though she knew it was only to allow him a better view of the action, she still waggled a finger ‘no’ to let him know she wasn’t even thinking of surrender. “That the best you’ve got?” she grunted to the silent champion. “Thought you said I’d have to work hard for this.”
Lily pressed down a little harder and Kat shut up, if only because she was practically motorboating herself at that point. “You want to turn up the heat, baby?” Burlingame asked. “All right, we can do that.”
Without waiting to see if that was really what the challenger wanted, the Lightweight Champ hopped up and wrapped her legs around Katya’s waist. The Bodyscissors in conjunction with the Nelson put a serious waver into Michalka’s knees but she didn’t collapse and after a few unsteady steps she was able to straighten almost to her full height. Breathing as normally as possible, she turned so her back was pointed toward the corner, then hit full reverse and was gratified to hear Burlingame grunt when she was BWUUUNGED against the canvas-padded steel.
“Ropes.” Michalka said loudly. “I’m in the ropes, make her let go.”
Craig agreed and patted Lily on the shoulder. “C’mon champ, let loose.”
Lily nodded and relinquished the Scissors without so much as a fare thee well squeeze. Once her feet were back on the canvas she unlocked her hands and raised them overhead to indicate the clean break.
Katya did the same, but instead of leaving the corner she laid one hand against Burlingame’s cheek and kicked her hips into a high-speed shimmy that skidded back n’ forth across the champ’s abs. There wasn’t really anything painful about it, at least not until the Rave Queen pulled forward and thrust back, THWHUMPING the pert little medicine ball of her butt deep into the American’s belly. Lily ‘OOOFFFHED!’ and started to shove her attacker away, but Katya grabbed the top rope on either side and drilled her with another hard Booty Bump. Michalka felt Burlingame’s breath hot and hurt on the back of her neck which she took as a sign to repeat the tactic three more times in rapid succession.
Lily still wouldn’t go down though so Katya took a few steps forward and fired a crisp little Back Kick into the pit of her rival’s stomach. That got an even louder ‘OOOFFFFHH!’ followed by the unmistakable ‘thump’ of tush hitting canvas. Grinning broadly as the crowd urged her on, Kayta backed it up into the corner, grabbed the top rope again and dipped her knees in a deep crouch. “First you will cede the dance floor,” she told Lily. “Then you will cede the gold.”
What followed was not a Stinkface in the traditional sense, rather t’was a round of expertly-paced twerking that saw Michalka’s rainbow-sheathed buns colliding with Burlingame’s chin in a series of little hands-free Uppercuts. Of course Lily WAS in the corner and the ref was close so the count started quickly enough. Katya let the beat drop at ‘THREE!’ and gave Lily a little forget me not butt scrub because really, she wasn’t NOT going to Stinkface her.
TWERKERCUT BARRAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WVXfSkltr0
Bounding away with a wide smile, the Rave Queen ‘flicked’ her bottoms back into place, then whirled to face Lily, who was still seated in the corner and watching the challenger with wide, angry eyes. Katya smiled all the wider, pulled a glow stick from one of her leg warmers and tossed it into the Lightweight Champ’s lap. “Hold onto that.” she chided. “So you have something to see by the next time my butt’s in your face.”
Burlingame got up and tossed the toy to Craig, who managed to catch it without fumbling. “I was going to keep this TV friendly, but if you’re set on embarrassing me I’ve got no problem doing a little dirty dancing all over your nose.”
Katya looked patently unimpressed. “From what I’ve seen so far you’ve got all the moves of a cow on ice. You may have the Lightweight Title, but when it comes to rhythm? Baby, I am the all time cham-peen.” Michalka added a little waggle of her hips as punctuation, the brunette’s smile growing a little wider as the FAWNatics cheered their approval.
Motivated rather than discouraged by the challenger’s unconventional style, Burlingame popped to her feet and came out of the corner fast -- it wasn’t quite a run, but she sure as hell wasn’t ambling either. Hands raised and curled well before she reached grapplin’ distance, the Star Strider leaned back and lunged, a perfect Collar & Elbow Tie-Up that connected with absolutely nothing because Katya dropped into a jaunty split an instant before collision. Stumbling a bit, Lily righted herself and spun around just in time to see the Ukrainian Sound Machine bust out another energetic shimmy for the crowd.
Back to the champ, Michalka raised one arm high and trailed her other hand from wrist to elbow, setting her various bracelets and bling a’jangle. “Gonna have to be faster than that if you wanna a piece of this candy, ‘Lil. C’mon, aren’t you supposed to be faster than a shooting star or someth--”
Burlingame pounced so fast and so far that the challenger didn’t have time to pull off another split. She did however manage a beautiful pirouette, the graceful evasion executed so late she could feel the champ’s fingers brush one shoulder. But a miss was a miss was a miss and Katya let Lily know by pushing up on the balls of her feet and skidding away with a picture perfect moonwalk. After several steps she busted out another little spin and THWACK!
The Dropkick succeeded where the clinches had failed, Lily going low to drive her heels into the other brunette’s shins. Knocked loose of her moorings, Michalka tucked her head and somersaulted in midair to land on her back with a heavy THUD! Stunned and angry in equal measure, Katya rolled to one knee and took several deep breaths all while glaring daggers at the Star Strider.
Burlingame was unfazed however. “What, did you forget we’re here to actually wrestle? Or maybe you just don’t like getting shown up on the dance floor.”
The Rave Queen stood up and shook the kinks from her knees. “Wrong on both counts, sweetie. I don’t like eating a cheap shot when I’m outclassing some slug on the dance floor.”
Lily’s smile faded. “Not dancing now, Kitty. You want to outclass me? Gonna have to lock-up.”
Michalka didn’t need to be told twice, she closed on the champion in just a few steps and lunged forward with both hands poised to-- Burlingame dropped into a crouch, hooked her ankles around Katya’s lead leg and sent her onto her stomach with a Drop Toe Hold.
The challenger put her hands against the mat and started to rise only to find herself flattened out again when Lily hopped aboard with both feet landing between the other brunette’s shoulders. Facing the same direction as her foe, Burlingame pushed up on her toes and did a little moonwalking of her own, all the way down Katya’s back to the slim curve of her glutes, where she busted out a tart little spin that put a noticeable scuff on opposing booty.
If the crowd had been buzzing before they were damned near roaring when Michalka scrambled to her feet and went straight for the champion. Lily raised her hands to grapple and Katya did too, but she only used one for a quick, flat palmed Smack that CRAAACKED across Burlingame’s cheek. Staggered, Lily’s head snapped back around and she would’ve slapped the taste out of the other brunette’s mouth if Michalka hadn’t already raised her smackin’ hand overhead for a Test of Strength.
“It’s a wrestling match you want, Lily?” Katya asked. “Then throw your hands up and lets get this party started.”
Lily never hesitated, she mirrored the other brunette, stormed into the breach and ‘smecked’ her palm into place.
Soon as their other hands were locked the pair of Lightweights stepped even closer, their chests perhaps an inch apart and even less when one or the other took deep breaths. For a while it was stalemate, one so still you would’ve been forgiven for thinking the participants were two expertly carved statues. But the Rave Queen did have a twelve pound weight advantage, one which was perfectly illustrated when she pushed onto her toes and rolled Lily’s hands back onto her wrists.
Cringing at the pain in her joints, the youngest Burlingame set one leg behind her like a kickstand in hopes of keeping the deficit small. It worked for perhaps ten seconds, then Katya bounced a little and Lily cried out as the hurt escaped her wrists and traveled south to her elbows. “Knees on the mat sweetie,” Michalka cooed as she felt Lily’s legs start to shiver, “drop it real low and then keep it there.”
Another hard downward shove got Burlingame moving for real, it was only a matter of seconds before her knees were just where the challenger predicated. Standing tall over the penitent champion, Katya brought her hands together and kept on pushing in an effort to fold her foe’s arms into useless little V’s. “Oh yeah, that’s a great look for you!” Michalka chirped when she had Lily’s bent hands about level with her ears. “Looks like you’re trying to keep the roof from comin’ down on your head. Gonna happen any second though, babe. Maybe you should give it up before it smashes you flat.” She pressed down a little bit harder and waggled her hips back n’ forth to make sure she had the FAWNatics firmly on her side.
Craig Long had kept his distance during the increasingly aggressive dance-off, but he moved in close when Burlingame’s wrists started to bend in ways the good lord had never intended. “How are ya doin’, Lily? Need me to call it?”
Burlingame shook her head ‘no’ which wasn’t as easy with two sets of hands as close as they were. “Thanks for the concern Craig, but I’ll be fine.” she huffed. “Gonna take a lot more than this glittery little square dancer to take me down.”
Katya, who’d been enjoying her domination of the champion, snorted in disgust at the insult. “Oh sweetie. If you weren’t about to lose I might have to make you pay for calling me a HEY!”
Burlingame surged to one knee, then slooooooowly pushed her arms to full extension. That relatively minor increase in leverage allowed the Star Strider to regain her footing, much to the displeasure of the Rave Queen. Nose to nose once again, Lily pecked a kiss a half inch in front of Katya’s lips and chided, “Did I say square dancer? I meant polNNNNGGGH!”
Michalka pivoted and slammed the broadside of her right thigh into Lily’s tummy as payback for the slight. The champ didn’t take a knee but she sure as hell wasn’t thinking about the Test either, so Katya dipped her head and wedged it under the American’s right arm. Tossing away the other Knuckle-lock so she could loop that arm around Burlingame’s waist. Hooks thusly set, she dropped her knees and arched up, over and back in a perfect bridge that THWHUMPED the full length of Lily’s spine against the mat. Katya popped onto her toes on impact, a perfect bridge to make sure her perfect Northern Lights Suplex earned a…
ONE…
TWO…
THWHAP!
Lily’s free hand smacked down on Michalka’s arched tummy and broke the bridge with a full second to spare. Safe from the pin but still linked by half a Test of Strength, Burlingame was working to clear her head when Katya got to her feet and forced her to do the same. A bright whistle made Lily look up and an even brighter Bytch Slap snapped her head all the way to the left.
Grinning as this uncoordinated dope reeled, Michalka stepped back and out so she was lined up side by side with the champion. Free arm held out at shoulder level, she started a wave that traveled up that arm, down the other and back up Lily’s trapped wing. This got a loud cheer from the crowd, as did the second crisp SMACK delivered Katya to Lily. Even then the Ukrainian Sound Machine wouldn’t release the remaining Knucklelock, it was simply too good a tether to ignore.
Oh so eager to prove she belonged in the ring with the very best Lightweights FAWN had to offer, Michalka stepped in, lowered her head and wedged it beneath Burlingame’s right arm for the second time in perhaps a minute. She was heartbeats away from another dose of Northern Lights when Lily clamped down on her noggin with an unexpected Front Facelock. The surprises continued when the champ hopped up and threaded her short, dangerous stems around Katya’s waist in a snug Bodyscissors. Squeezing hard enough to make the challenger gasp, Burlingame freed herself from the last dregs of the Test and locked her hands just beneath Michalka’s chin.
GUILLOTINE CHOKE:
Guillotine Choke sunk in deep, Lily craaaaaaaaaaaaanked down on the Scissors and leaaaaaaaaaaned back on the Front Facelock, forcing her prey to lean forward in a deep crouch to make sure she didn’t tumble to the mat. “Girls who slap me have a nasty habit of losing consciousness shortly thereafter..” Lily huffed as she put all her considerable might into forcing Katya to tap or nap. “Probably shoulda mentioned that sooner.”
Michalka didn’t reply, she was too busy conserving air and pounding frantic little punches into the Star Strider’s ribs. Lily grimaced, shook her head in a ‘not good enough, sweetheart’ sort of way and clamped down on Katya’s head even tighter, the muscles in her brawny little biceps and shoulders shredding into sharp relief under the house lights. Katya made a nasty little gurgling noise in the back of her throat and Craig Long was beside her in an instant to check on her condition. “You ok, Kat? If you need me to call it, say the word. Guillotines are nothing to play with.”
“Got that right.” Lily emphasized the ref’s point by uncrossing and re-crossing her ankles before delivering another rough squeeze.
For a moment Katya did want to tap out, the pressure roaring through her skull and ribs was as painful as any she’d endured in the last year. But she held her tongue, at least until she was able to slip her arms around Burlingame’s waist. The retaliatory Bear Hug wasn’t nearly as strong as the champion’s Guillotine, it did however allow the Rave Queen to stand up and get a better look at her surroundings. Spotting a corner a few yards behind Lily, Michalka flicked her eyes toward the official and grunted, “I… I… I will not cede the dance floor to this… klutz.”
Lily started to reply but shut up fast when Katya charged / shambled across the canvas. She managed to pick up a decent head of steam before reaching her destination and the Guillotine popped wide open when Katya BWUUUNGED its owner spine-first into the buckles. Grabbing hold of the bottom rope to make sure she stayed at least sort of upright, Michalka reared back and dove forward, plowing her shoulder into Lily’s belly. Three more Shoulderblocks were administered before Katya felt strong enough to hop up onto the middle rope. Arms spread wide, she thrust her hips forward, forcing Lily to twist her head to the side or else endure a face full of tummy.
“MAKE SOME NOISE FOR ME, FAWN!” Michalka bellowed to the already noisy crowd. They did as bade, then got even louder when the challenger gripped the bottom edge of her pink crop top and peeled it overhead, leaving her clad in a rainbow bikini top that matched her leg warmers. Holding the shirt one handed, she grabbed hold of Burlingame’s hair and tugged her head back at a rude angle. “It gets hot out here on the dance floor, baby. Let me wipe you down a bit.” Katya scrubbed the wadded garment in Lily’s protesting mug for the better part of five seconds, then tossed it out into the crowd where a whole sea of hands rose to swallow it. Now that Lily was ready for the next round of this dance off, Michalka curled her free hand into a fist and murmured, “Here’s a baseline we’ll both like.” The fist came down, not once, but over and over, with each knuckle on forehead collision energetically tallied by the FAWNatics.
‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!’
Katya hopped down and raised her hands high as poor Lily’s legs gave out and she once again dropped flat on her butt in front of the challenger. Eyes twinkling, Katya put her hands on her hips and made show of tugging the bottom edge of her trunks just a wee bit higher. “I could give you another taste of my butt.” she teased. “But why spoil your pampered self when I can throw a House Party?” Katya kicked off the festivities with a literal kick, one that struck Lily flush in the chest. The energetic little groove that followed was sprinkled with more kicks, perhaps half a dozen in all, each and every one of them catching Burlingame in her rapidly reddening assets. Certain that square of a referee would soon insist she turn the music down, Michalka fired off one more kick, then busted out a tight little spin and dropped into a perfect split that sent her left heel pistoning toward Lily’s crot--
HOUSE PARTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pJ7YsqCsuo
Burlingame caught the Ukrainian’s ankle in both hands, saving herself from an extremely painful (but entirely legal) Low Blow by a matter of inches. Irritated by the narrow escape, Katya shook her head and muttered, “I always knew you were a party poopNNNGGGH!”
Lily belted her across the cheek, a sassy Bytch Slap as payment for the embarrassments she’d endured these last few minutes. While it snapped Katya’s head to the side but good, the slap didn’t do much for the champ’s vulnerable position, so she doubled down on the encroaching ankle again and shoved up and back to send Michalka rolling away in an awkward somersault.
Thinking fast and acting faster, the Star Strider reached up with both hands, grabbed the bottom rope and pulled herself from a seat to a tense crouch on the top turnbuckle in a single sinuous motion. As of yet unaware of her opponent’s ascent to the top floor, Michalka got up favoring her right knee slightly, she was worried she might’ve tweaked it when Burlingame sent her rolling. This and all other concerns were banished when she heard a loud cheer from those assembled and looked to the sky. Good thing she did too, as otherwise she’d have had no idea what hit her when Lily’s legs ‘smecked’ shut around her head. Ankles locked, Burlingame twisted her hips and swung down and around, the Girl that Gravity forgot acting as a flawlessly smooth pendulum that flipped Katya off her feet and dropped her flat on her back.
DIVING 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QQm0cNu-piw
Sucking wind after the landing knocked all the air from her lungs, Katya rolled onto her stomach and started to rise only to have the process expedited when Lily grabbed a huge handful of hair. Yanking the challenger onto her knees, Lily reared back like she was gonna smack the Rave Queen’s face into the upper deck, then called an audible and THWHUMPED her right hip into Katya’s jaw, a blatant receipt for the demoralizing punishment she’d endured earlier in the match.
“Hips don’t lie, Kat.” Burlingame chided as she circled the sprawled challenger. “Yours are fast and definitely flashy, but mine are strong enough to knock you on your butt.”
Katya grunted, braced her hands against the canvas and pushed up. “My hips are more than strong enough to carry that belt you hold.” she muttered. “And they’ll still be swinging away when you and your anvil ass are trudging up the aislOOOWWWWW HAIR! REF, GET HER OFFA MY HARRRRGGGGHH!”
Lily yanked Katya up by the roots, set her on her feet and promptly left hers, which she then THWHAPPED into the Ukrainian Sound Machine’s mush via an absolutely beautiful Dropkick. Michalka went down like she’d been pole-axed and Lily was right there to cover her, the champ snuggling in for a high, tight Crossbody that had Katya’s chin wedged in tight just above the point of her right hip. Down on one knee the instant the cover was secured, Craig checked the challenger’s shoulders, then counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Katya wrenched an arm loose from Burlingame’s Wristlock and clonked her elbow into the side of the heiress’s noggin. Lily rocked back on her haunches, shook off the blow and paid it back with a huge overhand smack that SPAAANKED off Michalka’s gulping tummy. Yelping, the Rave Queen sat up and crossed both hands over her midsection, making it that much easier for Burlingame to cup her under the chin. On her feet in an instant, Lily pulled Katya to semi-verticality before doubling her over with a Toe Kick to the same spot she’d just slapped.
“Better watch what you say about my butt, Kat.” the brunette muttered as she reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. “Girls who talk bad about it tend to feel even worse after they’ve kissed and made up.” Michalka’s response was reduced to muffled grumbling by Lily’s stems, but she got a lot clearer when the Star Strider cinched on a Waistlock and hoisted her wailing burden up onto the point of her right shoulder. Careful to keep one arm around Katya’s waist at all times, Lily reached over with her left hand, grabbed the other Lightweight’s left wrist and drew it across her throat. Then she repeated the tactic with her right hand, leaving Kat free of the Waistlock but still strapped down thanks to the Straightjacket wedged beneath her chin. Still not done yet, Burlingame leaaaaaaaaaned forward and shifted her hips until she managed to trap the Rave Queen’s kicking feet against the sturdy planks of her thighs.
“How do you like my new hold, Katya?” Lily asked as she jostled up and down while simultaneously pulling on her opponent’s captured wrists. “It’s not high art, but it sure looks good and it’s got a beat you can tap to.”
Face flushed pink after only five seconds in the move Lily would come to call the Star-Crossed Stretch, Katya shook her head ‘no’ when the ref came over to check, then realized her own traitorous arms made the refusal far from clear. “NO!” she croaked as loudly as she could. “NO! I DON’T AAAAAGGGGGHH AAAARRRRRHHHHH!”
Lily bounced harder than ever and Katya couldn’t help but shriek as the hold bent and strangled her in a most unpleasant combination. “Give it up, Kat!” Lily demanded after twenty long seconds with no surrender. “Don’t make me choke you ouNNNGHH!”
The Rave Queen twisted a foot clear of Burlingame’s thigh and promptly slammed her heel into the champ’s tush. Lily staggered, kept her control over the trapped brunette’s wrists but lost her other foot in the process. Happier despite the unpleasant predicament, Katya started driving her heels into the American’s butt and thighs in the hopes of forcing Burlingame to let her go. Alas, Lily wasn’t about to give up on a potentially match winning hold. She tightened her grips, leaned forward and, “OOOOHHHHH!”
Cheers from the crowd as Katya tumbled up n’ over her foe’s back to land in front of the startled champion. Wristlocks be damned, Michalka kicked her opponent square in the gut, then tore all the way loose and followed it up with a swift Back Kick that PWAAAKED against Lily’s navel. The champ doubled over, practically offering her head to Katya on a silver platter. It was a tempting offer but the Ukrainian Sound Machine had other plans, evidenced when she whirled away from Burlingame and ran the ropes to her right.
A slight zig on the return ensured Kat came in behind her foe, meaning Lily remained unaware of the danger until Michalka vaulted into the sky with a hands free cartwheel. Those free hands grabbed Lily in a Waistlock as Katya soared and that tether spun her rival into a THWHUMPING landing on the back of her head and shoulders. Kat however came down on her knees and since her hold on the brunette’s abs was still good, she leaned in against those upturned haunches and beamed while the ref counted…
RAVE BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZREmLJe570g
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Lily bucked loose and slopped onto her tummy with all of a half second to spare. Michalka pounded her fists against the mat, not in frustration, but in anticipation of the gold she was sure she’d hoist after the match. “The beat’s getting pretty heavy, sweetie.” she told Lily as she peeled her off the mat with a double handful of hair. “I don’t think your moves are gonna cut it on my dance floor anymore.”
Kat swatted Lily’s cheek for a good measure, then pounded a knee into her gut to double her over. Bracing her hands against the small of Burlingame’s back, she hopped into a seat on the champ’s upper back and hooked her legs under opposing biceps to make it all but impossible for Lily to buck her off. Hands on her hips, Michalka grinned to the FAWNatics and shouted, “RAVE BOMB REMIX!”
Just what made it a remix you ask? A snappier tempo for one. Katya hooked her fingers into the bottom edge of Lily’s red n’ black trunks and yanked ‘em up in a wedgie that left a good three fifths of her foe’s butt bare. Then she flattened her hands into paddles and really got at those exposed glutes with a funky little beat that even Lisa Dream would’ve appreciated. Calling it off after several seconds, Michalka leaned back and twisted her hips to the right like she was about to bust out some exceptionally funky dance move. In a way that’s exactly what she did when she snapped back in the opposite direction and swung down to a seat on the canvas while Lily was dumped ass over teakettle and once again landed high and tight on the back of her head and shoulders.
RAVE BOMB REMIX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UutsI3scTFw
Legs hooked over the other brunette’s biceps, Kat leaned in close, the Rave Queen practically molding herself to Burlingame’s haunches in the hopes of getting the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lily clapped her thighs against the sides of Michalka’s head, denying her the title by less than a whisper. Frowning angrily, Kat shoved Lily onto her tummy and sidled into place near her boots. “Fine, you’re strong enough to handle a heavy beat. Let’s see how you do with a slow jam.” Grabbing the backs of Lily’s knee pads, Katya lifted the American’s legs off the mat and slid in beneath so she could slip a Scissors around her waist. Then she locked her ankles against the back of Lily’s neck and started to squeeze.
Lily groaned, braced her knees against the mat and started crawling toward “HEY!” she yelped as Katya lifted her legs off the mat. “What do you think you’re doiNNNGGGRRRRRHHHHH!”
Kat moved her handholds from kneepad to bare flesh, particularly the dense albeit vulnerable meat of her inner thighs. This wasn’t a Crotch Claw, let’s be clear on that. But Michalka’s hands were practically hugging the champ’s bikini line and Burlingame’s shrieks of pain had plenty of fans wondering if Katya had decided to work trunks. Craig confirmed that she wasn’t, not that this was much comfort to Lily, who was desperately trying to extricate her gams from the challenger’s claws. Of course Katya was doing her best to keep Burlingame’s face as close to the mat as possible, making it that much more difficult to focus on escape. Kneading and squeezing like she was working heavy dough and not muscles, Michalka used the grips to spread Lily’s legs into a wide stretch, adding an unpleasant Wishbone aspect to the hold.
“Cede the floor!” Kat demanded. “While you can still walk away with a little dignity!”
Lily couldn’t shake her head ‘no’ so she waggled a finger to let Craig know she was still in. “Yuuuu…. yyeerrr…. you’ll hafta do better than that… if you wanna… beat me.” she groaned. Gritting her teeth against the hurt to come, Lily braced both hands against the mat and started to draaaaaaaaaaag herself toward the ropes.
Angered as much by the feel of her back sliding against the mat as her foe’s stubborn refusal to admit defeat, Michalka poured even more pressure into the Bodyscissors and smacked her crossed ankles into the back of Lily’s head over and over again. Combined with the agonizing number she was doing on the American’s inner thighs (which were starting to look like she’d gone a few rounds with La Gata Diabla) Katya was sure she’d hear Burlingame bleat out submission in a matter of seconds. Instead she heard the crowd grow noticeably louder, the sort of increase only achieved by a run in, a trip to the top turnbuckle or when someone was about to grab--
Michalka pushed up on her elbows and damned if Lily wasn’t more than a foot out from salvation. Cursing under her breath, the challenger sat up, rolled onto her knees, slid back and tucked Lily’s gams under her armpits, thus transforming the Ukrainian Thigh Master into a deep Reverse Matchbook. Already close to keep an ear open for submissions, Craig dropped to one knee and counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lily sank her claws into Katya’s pert little tush and shoved with all her might to break the pin within an ace of losing her title. “That was three!” Michalka snapped at the official. “She was looking at the lights!”
“For two and seven eights maybe, but not three.” Long replied. “You want the belt around your waist, Kat? Then stack her up or tap her out.”
The Rave Queen scowled, then nodded. “All right, I will. I might even do both.” Stomping back to the hobbled champion with a mean little waggle in her booty, Michalka grabbed Lily by the hair and dragged her to the middle of the ring on all fours. “You say your hips don’t lie, Lily?” she yanked the heiress onto her knees and smacked her cheek for emphasis. “Well mine don’t show any mercy.”
Case in point, she pivoted to one side and smack-smack-smacked! her left hip into Burlingame’s face three times in rapid succession. The Star Strider reeled and would’ve crumpled if not for Michalka’s hair-hold, which she maintained through half a dozen more of the embarrassing ‘Butt-butts.’ Toward the end Lily managed to make it to one knee, so Katya smacked her once more, then whirled around and shot toward the ropes. Bouncing back with a full head of steam, the Ukrainian Sound Machine hopped up and planted her right foot on Burlingame’s posted thigh. Her left leg came straight up and right back down, her heel describing a swift vector toward the top of Lily’s--
‘OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!’ from the FAWNatics when Burlingame twisted in a half circle to face the same direction as her opponent. This shift derailed the Candy Kick but left Kat seated upon her foe’s shoulders, which wouldn’t have been so bad if Lily hadn’t immediately clambered to her feet. “WHOOAAAAAAAH!” Katya’s arms windmilled wildly as she tried to keep from tumbling off this dangerous perch. “WHAT’RE YOU DOING, LILY? NO! DON’T YOU NNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Heedless of the warning, Burlingame ‘hupped’ the challenger off her shoulders and dropped to a seat to THAWHAM Michalka down on her face, chest and tummy. Katya bounced over and rolled into a ball, not that she had much time to enjoy the protective cover, as Lily had fingers in her hair almost immediately.
ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uG951BgaPAo
Hauling the challenger to boot leather with the same rough treatment she’d been shown. the former Cherry Bomb delivered a Toe Kick to Katya’s gut and pulled her into a Standing Headscissors when the other brunette doubled over. One Waistlock later and the Rave Queen was hanging down Lily’s back with her arms spread in a wide ‘T’ thanks to the mitts gripping her biceps. “Here’s an new dance craze for ya, baby.” Burlingame taunted as she strode around in a tuff little circle. “I call it Splash Mountain and I know you’re gonna love it!”
Katya shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ yet her protestations weren’t nearly enough to stop the resurgent lightweight from tossing her forward and catching her around the waist a heartbeat before she sat out and PLANTED spine-first against the deck. Soaked and shivering following her trip down Splash Mountain, Michalka offered no complaint when Burlingame hooked boots across her biceps in wedged in against her tush for the…
SPLASH MOUNTAIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BLzEehKjXTY
ONE…
TWO….
THRNOOOO!
Katya pulled an arm free and shot it into the air to keep her golden dreams alive for at least three more seconds. More than a little riled up after the pain she’d endured in that humiliating Wishbone / Clawhold / Scissor thing, Lily immediately pulled Katya up and muscled her onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. “Kat might be a better dancer than me.” she admitted to the floor seat fans while on a circuit of the squared circle. “But while she’s busy breaking it down, I’m busy breaking backs!”
On that ominous statement she bent her knees and shifted Michalka onto her side, turning the Fireman’s Carry into something more akin to a Torture Rack. No submission attempt was this however, Katya’d barely come to appreciate the new set up when Burlingame tossed her forward and laid out on her back. Raising her knees to chest level in mid-descent, the Star Strider provided the most uncomfortable of landings for her foe, who THWHUMPED down spine-first atop Lily’s knees and shins. Katya gaped, pushed to one knee and then collapsed onto her stomach with one hand pressed against the small of her back.
SPACE JAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DiZGR3TcdMY
Though Lily was in perfect position to go for a pin, she chose instead to grab Kat by wrist and ankle and draaaaaaag her a little deeper into the middle of the ring. Once her crash-pad was in place she scurried over to the apron and vaulted over the ropes to land on the narrow ledge outside. Already lined up with her target, Burlingame sprang onto the top strand, flew off and curled into a ball that pulled off one and a quarter full rotations before stretching out full length to THWHAM down across Katya’s tenderized back. Shuddering in silent anguish, Katya started to inch out from under the champion but got stopped when Lily hooked a Half Nelson and rolled her onto her back. Cradling the far leg tight, she pressed down close and clinchy for the…
ONE…
TWO….
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Kat kicked out in the nick of time but didn’t have the energy to get off her aching back. “You…. you mean bytch.” she whimpered. “Trying to ruin my back.”
Lily treated the Ukrainian’s breasts to a short, uncharacteristically mean squeeze then grabbed her by the shoulder-straps. “Only after you tried to wreck my legs and showed off my crotch to the whole world.” the champ snapped. “You made the beat, Kat. Now dance to it.”
With that Burlingame got to her feet and used the strap-grip to make Katya do the same. Switching over to a basic Wristlock, Lily spun her foe’s left arm in a wide circle, then snuggled into place on Michalka’s left side and reached across the other brunette’s back with her right hand to hook her right arm. After that she bent down and leaned forward, muscling the Rave Queen up across her back in something like a Torture Rack. Switching her left hand to a hold on the Upstart’s ankles, Burlingame folded one over the other in a squatty ‘X’ and craaaaaaaaaaaaanked forward on them and the captured arm. Almost ready to go, Lily caught her breath and said, “Tell me when you’re ready for the party to stop, Katya.”
CELESTIAL DAWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nz7XaVmJRfs
Then she tightened down on both ends and started to whip ‘round and round in an Airplane Spin twirl that turned Michalka’s world to a nauseated blur while also playing hell on her aching spine. Lily hit the brakes after perhaps ten seconds but only so she could bounce up n’ down, which certainly did nothing for the agonizing ‘C’ curve of Katya’s back.
Quite aware that this particular move had finished off no less than Chrissy Daniel, the ref got in close as he dared and asked, “You want to give it up, Kat? If you do, just say so and I’ll get you out of there right away.”
Pretty features twisted with pain, Katya shook her head ‘no’ and moaned. “Caaaaaaann’t. Won’t…. won’t…. won’t cede the flooOORRRWWAAAAAHHHHH!”
Lily started spinning again, harder and faster than previously. Didn’t stop at ten seconds this time either. She kept it up for nearly thirty before she brought things to a halt and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanaked down on Katya’s chin and ankles.
“I GIVE!” Kat wailed the instant a shred of equilibrium returned. “I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!”
Lily dropped her and immediately collapsed to her knees, the champ feeling none too good herself after all that twirling. Yet her mood improved considerably when the Announcer roared, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL the FAWN Lightweight Champion… LILY BURLINGAME!”
Craig arrived shortly thereafter and helped her up before handing over the Lightweight strap. “Thanks.” Burlingame strapped the belt around her waist and extended a hand to the official. “Raise me up?” He did and the Stargazers cheered louder than ever following their heroine’s latest defense. Nodding a thanks when the noise died down, Lily strode over to Katya, who was perched on one knee with both hands pressed to the small of her back. “You gonna be ok, Kat?” Burlingame dropped to her haunches to ask the question. “I can get the doc out here if you need him.”
Michalka brushed a rough hand across eyes that were wet, but not actually teary. “I’ll be fine.” she said softly. “I just didn’t want to lo--” she trailed off for a moment. “I wanted to win. I can beat you, Lily. I know I can.”
Lily bit back the snark that rose on instinct and got to her feet instead. From there she reached down, extending a hand to the challenger. “And you’ll have plenty of other nights to prove it. Not gonna be easy though, Katya. I worked my ass off to get this title and anyone who wants to take it from me will have to work even harder.”
The Rave Queen took Lily’s hand after a bit of hesitation, then allowed herself to be pulled up. “I’m not afraid to work hard. I’m not afraid to outwork you. When next we dance you will cede the floor to me… and possibly your title as well. But until then I thank you for a wonderful time.” She pulled Lily in and hugged her one arm, a gesture that the champ returned at once. When the broke apart Kat bent down and pulled a glow stick, a bright red one, out of left leg warmer and offered it to the other brunette. “A reminder that this party is far from over. Don’t forget about me, Lily Burlingame. I won’t forget about you.”
Kat turned and headed for the ropes, a bit of her usual shimmying sass returning as she made her way up the aisle to hearty applause from the FAWNatics.
Lily watched her go with a small smile. She’d been secretly wondering who her first rival might be once the Cherry Bomb mask came off. Now she had her answer. “Bring it on, Kat.” she said under her breath. “Anytime you’re ready, I’ll be here. And so will this.” she patted the title’s faceplate, then treated herself to a quick victory lap around the ring before Craig shooed her out in anticipation of the next match.