Post by walkindude on Jul 28, 2015 1:33:24 GMT
The FAWN Arena, a few days ago…
‘Comeback Kid’ faded from the speakers just as Lily Burlingame hopped down from the second turnbuckle with a crisp little thump. Spinning smartly on her heel, she strode over to Nikki Todd and exchanged a smile and handshake with her replacement field correspondent. Then she accepted Nikki’s second mic and waited for the first question.
LILY BURLINGAME:
Only slightly anxious to share the ring with her predecessor and the current Lightweight Champion, Todd said, “Lily, the word from my producers is that you asked for some time tonight to address not just the Lightweight Title, but the state of the division in general. So what’s on your mind?”
The youngest Burlingame sister had been smiling since her arrival, but now it dropped away as if it had never been there. “Well Nikki, as I’m sure you’re aware, being a champion in FAWN is a fulltime job. If I’m not training or on the road or in this very ring facing the best competition the world has to offer, I’m running around doing media interviews, meet and greets, autograph signings, you name it, I’m doing it. That’s not a complaint mind you, it’s the only job I’d want and the only one I’d be good at--”
“I don’t know about that, you were a pretty good interviewer too.” Nikki interrupted.
Lily’s smile made a brief return. “Damned right. Point is, I love this business, but sometimes the pace of it means I don’t get a moment to properly address something until weeks, even months after the fact. I was watching Spring Break 2015 last night, specifically the Casket Match between Irma Irons and Shea London and it occurred to me that Shea’s been on the shelf ever since.” This unpleasant reminder brought boos from London’s Legions and heavy grumbling from everyone else, a sentiment which Lily obviously shared. “My feelings exactly.” she told those assembled. “Look. I’m not an Upstart. I’m sure as hell not Generation Next. No shade on any of those girls because I understand that you need friends to survive and thrive within these walls, but I’ve always made the walk to this ring by myself and that’s not going to change anytime soon. Sorry, I’m getting off track. Point is, Generation Next made a statement and while I don’t have a problem with that in and of itself, I take great offense to the fact that this statement of theirs left one of FAWN’s cornerstones off television and out of this ring for more than three months already. Now, Darla, Rose, Gabby and Irma can talk that day-glo tween pseudo-Black Court-ish ’we’re taking over!’ bullshyt as loud and long as they like but the fact of the matter is that no one would know or CARE who they freakin’ were if it wasn’t for the groundwork done by Shea London and a handful of other highfliers. The Sensational One played a HUGE role in my development as a fan and an even larger influence on my style when I decided I wanted to be a wrestler. Guess what I’m trying to say is she deserves a helluva lot better than some highlight reel clip for a pack of jackals too lazy to get attention with legit wins.”
Lily trailed off, reached to the small of her back and undid the Lightweight Title. Hefting it to shoulder level, she looked straight into the camera and said, “You’ve held a lot of titles during your run, Shea. Held this one too, but not for very long. So I’d like to give you the opportunity to hold it again. If this is still around my waist when you come back… and believe me, it’ll still be around my waist… you can march right to the front of the line, girl. Because as far as I’m concerned you’re still the measuring stick around NNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHH!”
Burlingame crumpled to all fours as a rock-hard Forearm Smash caught her flush across the back of the head. Nikki Todd scrambled to safety, the crowd booed vehemently and Claudia Rooney, (who’d hopped over the barricade and slid into the ring about two seconds prior) shook her head in disgust. Though she clearly had plenty to say, the redhead kept it to herself while she unleashed a flurry of stomps to the downed brunette’s shoulders and back.
CLAUDIA ROONEY:
Lily fought through the blows long enough to roll away and scramble to one knee. She was on her way back to full verticality when the Silent Siren rushed in and THWHUNKED her across the forehead with her own title belt. The champion went down with a grunt and didn’t do much moving even when Claudia leaned down and SMAAACKED her across the face. Satisfied that the little shyt wasn’t gonna be bouncing off the ropes any time soon, Rooney stomped over to the discarded mic and snatched it up.
“THAT’S what you came out here to talk about?” she snarled at the prone champion. “You wanna talk about the first casualty in a war between three Jungle washouts, their bargain bin Cassandra Vale and half a dozen brats that look like they still get carded at R-rated movies? Are you f*cking kidding me? You could’ve taken this time to talk about how you were finally tired off the soft lobs. How you were done eating cupcakes and decided to step up to real competition. How you were going to break with traditional and finally stop DUCKING the woman that’s been terrifying the Lightweight Division since that quitter Wendy Smith was champion. Or maybe, just MAYBE, you were going to step up and tell all these people the truth. That Shea London lost her top gear the first time she got her ass flattened by Pandora. That she’s nothing but a shadow of her former self, a shadow that needs to take advantage of the gift presented by those Generation Next idiots and slink off into a quiet retirement. But did you do any of that? No. You just came out here and spouted the same hackneyed shyt that every--HEY! We’re not done yet!”
Lily rolled over and struggled to one knee. She was still gathering her senses when Claudia stalked over and BWOPPED her with the microphone. Burlingame weebled and wobbled but didn’t fall down because the furious redhead snatched a double handful of hair and hauled her to verticality. Dipping her head under the champ’s right arm, Claudia reached around with her left arm and cradled the back of Lily’s right thigh. Her right arm snaked across Burlingame’s chest, the grip providing more than enough leverage when she popped her hips and powered the battered lightweight over and DOWN onto the back of her head with a murderous Vertical-Drop Exploder.
VERTICAL DROP EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oJF_3_d5fCY
Lily flopped and shuddered like a snake with a broken back which was apparently still too much energy for Rooney’s liking because she almost immediately scraped her prey up and wedged her into a Standing Headscissors. Focused solely on the task at hand, Claudia spun the wounded brunette onto her shoulders and tossed her forward and down into an ungodly freefall, Lily just THAWHAMMING against the mat.
RELEASE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aoOjfpyaHe0
Slammed into a stupor by the near simultaneous application of Exploder and Powerbomb, Burlingame barely even groaned when Rooney dropped into a domineering straddle of her waist. Mic once again in hand, the Whist Warrior leaned in close as she said, “To Hell with the Upstarts, to Hell with Generation Next and good f*cking riddance to Shea London. You’ve got bigger problems at the moment, rich girl and she’s sitting on your tits. I want you to put everything out of your mind save for the girl that just kicked your ass without breaking a sweat. I want you to think about her 24-7 because I assure you that’s how often she thinks about you and your title. I’m coming for your title, Lily Burlingame. And if you dare to look past me I’ll cave your goddamned head in. That’s a promise.”
The Star Strider could offer no meaningful answer so Claudia tossed the mic down, crawled off and rolled under the bottom rope. This time she made her exit up the ramp. She wanted to make sure everyone in the building got a good long look at their next FAWN Lightweight Champion.
‘Comeback Kid’ faded from the speakers just as Lily Burlingame hopped down from the second turnbuckle with a crisp little thump. Spinning smartly on her heel, she strode over to Nikki Todd and exchanged a smile and handshake with her replacement field correspondent. Then she accepted Nikki’s second mic and waited for the first question.
LILY BURLINGAME:
Only slightly anxious to share the ring with her predecessor and the current Lightweight Champion, Todd said, “Lily, the word from my producers is that you asked for some time tonight to address not just the Lightweight Title, but the state of the division in general. So what’s on your mind?”
The youngest Burlingame sister had been smiling since her arrival, but now it dropped away as if it had never been there. “Well Nikki, as I’m sure you’re aware, being a champion in FAWN is a fulltime job. If I’m not training or on the road or in this very ring facing the best competition the world has to offer, I’m running around doing media interviews, meet and greets, autograph signings, you name it, I’m doing it. That’s not a complaint mind you, it’s the only job I’d want and the only one I’d be good at--”
“I don’t know about that, you were a pretty good interviewer too.” Nikki interrupted.
Lily’s smile made a brief return. “Damned right. Point is, I love this business, but sometimes the pace of it means I don’t get a moment to properly address something until weeks, even months after the fact. I was watching Spring Break 2015 last night, specifically the Casket Match between Irma Irons and Shea London and it occurred to me that Shea’s been on the shelf ever since.” This unpleasant reminder brought boos from London’s Legions and heavy grumbling from everyone else, a sentiment which Lily obviously shared. “My feelings exactly.” she told those assembled. “Look. I’m not an Upstart. I’m sure as hell not Generation Next. No shade on any of those girls because I understand that you need friends to survive and thrive within these walls, but I’ve always made the walk to this ring by myself and that’s not going to change anytime soon. Sorry, I’m getting off track. Point is, Generation Next made a statement and while I don’t have a problem with that in and of itself, I take great offense to the fact that this statement of theirs left one of FAWN’s cornerstones off television and out of this ring for more than three months already. Now, Darla, Rose, Gabby and Irma can talk that day-glo tween pseudo-Black Court-ish ’we’re taking over!’ bullshyt as loud and long as they like but the fact of the matter is that no one would know or CARE who they freakin’ were if it wasn’t for the groundwork done by Shea London and a handful of other highfliers. The Sensational One played a HUGE role in my development as a fan and an even larger influence on my style when I decided I wanted to be a wrestler. Guess what I’m trying to say is she deserves a helluva lot better than some highlight reel clip for a pack of jackals too lazy to get attention with legit wins.”
Lily trailed off, reached to the small of her back and undid the Lightweight Title. Hefting it to shoulder level, she looked straight into the camera and said, “You’ve held a lot of titles during your run, Shea. Held this one too, but not for very long. So I’d like to give you the opportunity to hold it again. If this is still around my waist when you come back… and believe me, it’ll still be around my waist… you can march right to the front of the line, girl. Because as far as I’m concerned you’re still the measuring stick around NNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHH!”
Burlingame crumpled to all fours as a rock-hard Forearm Smash caught her flush across the back of the head. Nikki Todd scrambled to safety, the crowd booed vehemently and Claudia Rooney, (who’d hopped over the barricade and slid into the ring about two seconds prior) shook her head in disgust. Though she clearly had plenty to say, the redhead kept it to herself while she unleashed a flurry of stomps to the downed brunette’s shoulders and back.
CLAUDIA ROONEY:
Lily fought through the blows long enough to roll away and scramble to one knee. She was on her way back to full verticality when the Silent Siren rushed in and THWHUNKED her across the forehead with her own title belt. The champion went down with a grunt and didn’t do much moving even when Claudia leaned down and SMAAACKED her across the face. Satisfied that the little shyt wasn’t gonna be bouncing off the ropes any time soon, Rooney stomped over to the discarded mic and snatched it up.
“THAT’S what you came out here to talk about?” she snarled at the prone champion. “You wanna talk about the first casualty in a war between three Jungle washouts, their bargain bin Cassandra Vale and half a dozen brats that look like they still get carded at R-rated movies? Are you f*cking kidding me? You could’ve taken this time to talk about how you were finally tired off the soft lobs. How you were done eating cupcakes and decided to step up to real competition. How you were going to break with traditional and finally stop DUCKING the woman that’s been terrifying the Lightweight Division since that quitter Wendy Smith was champion. Or maybe, just MAYBE, you were going to step up and tell all these people the truth. That Shea London lost her top gear the first time she got her ass flattened by Pandora. That she’s nothing but a shadow of her former self, a shadow that needs to take advantage of the gift presented by those Generation Next idiots and slink off into a quiet retirement. But did you do any of that? No. You just came out here and spouted the same hackneyed shyt that every--HEY! We’re not done yet!”
Lily rolled over and struggled to one knee. She was still gathering her senses when Claudia stalked over and BWOPPED her with the microphone. Burlingame weebled and wobbled but didn’t fall down because the furious redhead snatched a double handful of hair and hauled her to verticality. Dipping her head under the champ’s right arm, Claudia reached around with her left arm and cradled the back of Lily’s right thigh. Her right arm snaked across Burlingame’s chest, the grip providing more than enough leverage when she popped her hips and powered the battered lightweight over and DOWN onto the back of her head with a murderous Vertical-Drop Exploder.
VERTICAL DROP EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oJF_3_d5fCY
Lily flopped and shuddered like a snake with a broken back which was apparently still too much energy for Rooney’s liking because she almost immediately scraped her prey up and wedged her into a Standing Headscissors. Focused solely on the task at hand, Claudia spun the wounded brunette onto her shoulders and tossed her forward and down into an ungodly freefall, Lily just THAWHAMMING against the mat.
RELEASE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aoOjfpyaHe0
Slammed into a stupor by the near simultaneous application of Exploder and Powerbomb, Burlingame barely even groaned when Rooney dropped into a domineering straddle of her waist. Mic once again in hand, the Whist Warrior leaned in close as she said, “To Hell with the Upstarts, to Hell with Generation Next and good f*cking riddance to Shea London. You’ve got bigger problems at the moment, rich girl and she’s sitting on your tits. I want you to put everything out of your mind save for the girl that just kicked your ass without breaking a sweat. I want you to think about her 24-7 because I assure you that’s how often she thinks about you and your title. I’m coming for your title, Lily Burlingame. And if you dare to look past me I’ll cave your goddamned head in. That’s a promise.”
The Star Strider could offer no meaningful answer so Claudia tossed the mic down, crawled off and rolled under the bottom rope. This time she made her exit up the ramp. She wanted to make sure everyone in the building got a good long look at their next FAWN Lightweight Champion.