Post by alyadmirer on Dec 7, 2015 0:17:16 GMT
The speakers crackled back to life, marked a return to carnage by pumping out Charli XCX’s “Famous, much to the consternation of the Orlando faithful.
“FAMOUS”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7Mabm90wuE
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall,” the announcer declared, “and is for the FAWN Lightweight championship! Introducing first, the challenger, accompanied by her BFF, Gabby Mendoza... Hailing from Buffalo, New York... She stands five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-one pounds. She is the Smartest Girl in the Room, ROOOSSSEEE EVVVAAANNNSSS!!!!!”
Rose Evans...
Gabby Mendoza...
A cascade of boors began to reign down. A few moments after that introduction, two lovely young ladies emerged from backstage—with an emphasis on “YOUNG.” Evans and Mendoza strolled down to the ring virtually side by side—Gabby trailed perhaps a step behind—to a decidedly lustful reaction from the capacity crowd. Rose—the shorter and more fair skinned of the two—looked fairly impassive as she approached the ring, intently eying the empty ring. Her eyes never registered the presence of the crowd. Gabby—just a little taller with a darker complexion—seemed a little more aware of her surroundings, and possibly even less impressed with the fans around ringside. But, if she was scowling, the effect was somewhat diluted by the periodic bubbles that Mendoza blew with her gum.
Both women were dressed the exact same way: adorned in black lace panties underneath plaid mini-skirts and matching black bustiers that, with neither of these women likely to be mistaken for Hailey Kennedy, gave their bosoms an extremely flattering boost. Both sets of well-shaped legs were encased in thigh high black nylons along with white boots. Climbing onto the apron, Rose and Gabby slipped one leg through the ropes, bending deep at the waist as they swept their upper bodies toward the ring…
… only to stop halfway, their faces sooooooo close to coming into contact.
Mendoza and Evans brushed noses, exchanging an Eskimo kiss, before pulling the rest of the way into the ring. The referee promptly moved in to inspect Rose for foreign objects, Evans leaning against the buckles, letting the Babyfaced Killer massage her shoulders as she awaited the arrival of the Lightweight champ.
Once the disdain for Barely Legal faded to tolerable levels, the Announcer raised his mic and said, “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!”
LILY BURLINGAME:
Eager to train their attention on the brightest star in FAWN’s Lightweight galaxy, the Thanksgrieving crowd sprang up and cheered uproariously out when the lights went down. From within that swirling, anticipatory gloom came a thumping drum and a matched set of snapping fingers, the two bits of percussion bouncing to and fro in a rat-a-tat riff. A keening guitar note joined the beat and a few seconds later the situation got brighter in no small part due to the tongue of flame that licked at the base of the ramp. As the note held steady, the fire set off on a beeline for the top of the ramp.
The wick shrank in time with the arrival of more guitars and 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.
Launching herself from that brand spankin‘ new 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 tonight’s row with the Smartest Girl in the Room (or so she claimed) 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.
Far too excited to stay on the stage for a moment longer, the Girl That Gravity Forgot tore down the ramp then leapt from the floor to the apron to the top rope in the span between heartbeats. Bouncing from it as casually as the terminally grounded 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. Training a look on Rose, the champ said, “Your lackey couldn’t get it done so you finally worked up the guts to challenge me yourself, huh Rosie? Hope you brought the rest of the Mathletics team with you. Otherwise you could be in serious trouble.”
Lily shot out of her corner on a beeline for the challenger the instant the bell sounded. Startled by the rapid approach in spite of all the tape she’d watched the month prior, Rose barely had time to slip her upper body between the top and middle rope before Burlingame drew within striking distance. “ROPES!” she barked to Craig. “I’m in the ropes, make her back up!”
The champ didn’t need any prodding, she’d already hit the brakes and retreated to near the center of the ring. Waiting a moment to make sure the planetarium loving idiot wouldn’t try such nonsense again, Evans pulled herself back into the ring and sniffed, “Did you really think you could bull-rush me, you morHEY!”
Lily came at her again, the shortened distance giving Rose even less time to call upon the safety of the strands. The fans didn’t like it, not that the Smartest Girl in the Room gave a damn about their thoughts. She was well within her rights to demand, “Back her up! Back her up, I sai--GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!”
Less than a foot removed from the challenger, Lily raised her hands like she meant to back off, but instead she stepped in, took the hem of Rose’s skirt between thumb and forefinger and flicked it up to show those assembled a brief (no pun intended) of the lace panties beneath. “I know, I know, you’re in the ropes.” Burlingame grinned as she cleared off. “Just wanted to see if you’d worn your big girl panties tonight. With all the hiding I expected to see some Bratz underoos.” She flicked a smirk at Gabby Mendoza. “Wait, are you wearing those, Gab--”
Evans charged her with a roar, one arm angled back for a big Clothesline. Lily took a step back, crouched down and flicked her legs between the blonde’s stems. Scissoring Rose’s lead ankle was more than enough to send the Barely Legal Brainiac sprawling flat on her face. Rose grimaced as her chin struck the mat but she would’ve been up in a trice if Burlingame hadn’t snatched her right wrist and folded that arm up between her shoulders in a Hammerlock. “There, isn’t this a lot more fun than hiding in the buckles?” the Interstellar Angel asked her grounded, growling adversary.
“You’re not going to keep me down for long, Burlingame.” Rose spat. “You’re not strong enough. And you’re definitely not smart enouEERRGGGHH!”
Lily halved her grip on the Hammerlock, then braced her right knee against Rose’s prone elbow, which actually made the pressure that much worse. “Looks like you’re the one caught in a bit of a brainteaser, Rosie. C’mon, I know you’re smart enough to get out of this.” Burlingame looked to the crowd, that grin still on her lips. “Let’s hear ya clap folks, show Rose some love!” The FAWNatics would’ve done no such thing if Lily hadn’t flattened her free hand and SMACKED it against Rose’s trapped right hand. That brought on a genuine flurry of applause from the crowd and a low growl from the challenger.
“You’ll pay for that, bytch.” She reached blindly with her left hand, trying to get a grip on Burlingame’s hair. “No one embarrasses me and gets away with DAMN IT!”
Lily pulled her other hand away from the Hammerlock, trusting the weight and placement of her knee to keep it in place. With both hands free she snagged Rose’s left wrist and streeeeeetched it backward to put unpleasant pressure on her opponent’s shoulder and elbow. “I’m not trying to embarrass you, Rose. Think of this as… an I.Q. test.” Lily snorted, then SMACKED Evans’s left palm. “All right, maybe I’m embarrassing you a LITTLE. Not like you didn’t have it coming tho--ooowwwww! Nails? Really? You’re gonna use your aaaggghhh!”
Rose twisted her left hand enough to sink her claws into Burlingame’s wrist. It didn’t break her out but it did make the brunette shift her footing just enough for the challenger to finally free her right arm. Scrambling to her knees at once, Rose PWAAAKED a Forearm Smash into Lily’s mug before filling her fingers with the champ’s hair. Doubling down on the Wristlock as soon as she’d hauled them both upright, Evans drilled a quick Toe Kick into Lily’s midriff, then stretched her arm out full length and twisted it in a wide, smooth circle. Burlingame winced and leaned forward, making it much easier for Rose to PWAK the point of her elbow into the meat of Lily’s bicep.
That got the champion straightening up again so Rose snapped a nasty little Uppercut into the underside of brunette bicep. And so it went for perhaps ten seconds, Rose alternating between Elbow Strikes and Uppercuts focused exclusively on the other woman’s left bicep. Eventually Lily stuffed a hand under the blonde’s chin and pushed her head back hard enough to stop the arm punishment. Of course Rose didn’t come by her nickname by accident and she wasn’t about to relinquish her control on the champ’s wrist. Stepping back far enough to remove her from Burlingame’s reach, Rose spun through another Arm Wringer only this time she YANKED down upon completion. Already leaned forward, Burlingame lost her footing and THWHUMPED down hard on her chest and left shoulder.
More than willing to repay embarrassment with humiliation, Evans claimed Lily’s wrist before she could roll over and folded that arm into a Hammerlock of her own. “Did you really think you could mat wrestle with me?” Rose put her right foot atop Lily’s exposed forearm and pressed down with enough force to keep the Hammerlock in place without using her hands. Brushing some invisible dust from her hands, the challenger abruptly SMACKED the back of Burlingame’s head half a dozen times. “I asked you a question, idiot! I expect an answer! Did you really think you could mat wrestle with me?” She wrapped Lily’s ponytail around one fist and craaaaaaaaanked back to bend the brunette’s neck at a bad angle. “Answer me you little slut or I’ll curb stomp your ugly face into NNNNGGGGGGHH!”
Lily’s right hand shot up n’ around in an awkward yet effective slap that tagged Evans on the ear. Awkward or not, the blow set Rose’s ear ringing and she stumbled back with one hand pressed to the side of her head. The Girl that Gravity Forgot rolled onto her back just as Evans shook the noise from her noggin. Seeing the champ flat on her back, Rose stormed into the breach and ‘YAY!’ Cheers from the sold out crowd when Burlingame rolled back on her shoulders and kipped up just high enough to lock her ankles around the challenger’s head. Lily curled in on herself for a heartbeat, then snapped over onto her belly which in turn tossed Rose flat onto her back.
KIP-UP 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j9ZfpvvoGLg
Stunned rather than hurt by the lightning-fast ‘Rana, Evans rolled to her feet and sagged into the ropes. “Keep her back!” Rose panted to Long. “She’s a sneaking, duplicitous cheater.”
On one knee after her acrobatic escape, Lily smoothed out her ponytail without taking her eyes off Rose. “Is that how it’s gonna be, honey? Every time I put you on the mat you’re going to whine to the referee? And I thought Gabby was a brat.”
Mendoza didn’t hop onto the apron, but she smacked the edge threateningly. “Step out here and say that to my face.” she snarled. “I’ll show you who the brat is!”
Rose extended a placating hand to her friend. “Steady on, Gabz. You can’t blame her for using every tactic available. After all, she knows she *barely* got by you. There’s no way she gets that lucky against me.”
Lily stood up and beckoned the blonde to her. “As I recall it was your incompetence that kept Gabby from winning the title that night, Rose. Which means it was also your incompetence that let me sit on her face and crush her tits while the whole arena counted to--”
“SHUT YOUR MOUTH, BYTCH FACE!” Gabby leapt onto the apron and would’ve barged right on in if not for the timely interference of Rose and Craig.
“She’s screwing with your head, Gabz!” Evans said in as soothing a tone as she could manage. “Don’t let that no talent tramp NNNNNGGGGGGHH!”
While she didn’t usually approve of attacking when her opponent’s back was turned, Lily didn’t even hesitate when offered the chance to PWAAAK a crisp little Running Dropkick between Rose’s shoulders. There was a dull ‘BWONK!’ as Barely Legal had a meeting of the minds, one that resulted in Gabby tumbling to the floor and Rose spilling over the top rope. The Smartest Girl in the Room managed to hook an arm over the middle rope, which kept her on the apron instead of landing on her partner, but she was hardly her usual domineering self when Burlingame reached over and helped herself to a handful of hair.
“Don’t wanna channel the Rainmaker here,” Lily snickered as she hauled the woozy blonde to her feet, “but you really don’t wanna take your eyes off me, Rosie. You’re not fast enough… or smart enough… for that.” Evans grunted something at this judgment of her prodigious intellect, alas it didn’t amount to much before the Star Strider reeled her into a Front Facelock. That and a big handful of skirt was all Burlingame needed to hoist the challenger up and step back toward the middle of the squared circle. Doing so left Rose suspended by the Facelock at one end and her ankles draped over the top rope at the other. Aware that this was a very dangerous place for her to be, Evans crooked her right hand into a fist and jabbed a few punches into Lily’s midsection. The brunette grimaced, then shook her head ‘no’.
“Not enough, Rosie. Not NEARLY enough.” Lily twisted under her opponent from Rose’s left side and laid out on her back which flipped Evans over and THWHONKED her down on the back of her head and shoulders as victim of a wicked Rope Hung Neckbreaker. Rose bounced hard and sat up at once, both arms already wrapped across the back of her head.
ROPE HUNG NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjzcslFthOs
Burlingame could’ve gone for a cover but decided against it, Evans was a world class brat but she was a damned sight tougher than her snotty attitude might’ve led you to believe. So Lily drilled a quick Soccer Kick between her tits, then grabbed the blonde’s wrists and dragged her a little closer to the nearest corner. Smiling every step of the way she skipped over Rose and hopped onto the middle rope. “Eyes on me, FAWN!” Burlingame sprang backward, curled into a ball and spun around even as she set herself twirling like a buzzsaw. She pulled off one full rotation and another quarter before she stretched out full length and THWHAPPED down across Rose’s chest. This Phoenix Splash hit just as hard as one delivered from the top rope, if the jolt of Evan’s legs was any indication. Lily caught the far stem outta the air and pulled Rose’s knee all the way to her chest in a surprisingly brawny cradle. Long dropped to one knee and counted off…
2nd ROPE PHOENIX SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=goyXDWMrVds
ONE…
TWO…
Rose kicked loose at ‘TWO’ to keep her golden dreams alive. Lily leaned back on her haunches and nodded as if she’d expected that outcome or something very similar. “C’mon Brainy, this test is just getting started.” Rose answered with a muttered curse, which got quite a bit louder when the brunette clamped down on her wrist. Knees weakened by the high powered Splash, Evans couldn’t stop Burlingame from setting her upright, nor slinging her toward the far corner with an Irish Whip. BWUUUNG! Rose hit the top buckle sternum-first, then pinballed out with both arms crisscrossed over her throbbing chest.
Quick to close on the terrible tyro, Lily laid claim to the challenger’s left wrist and bent it up between her shoulders in a Hammerlock. In the same motion she pulled her right hand away from Evans’s wrist, went a little lower and dipped under her right arm. Back on the other side Burlingame put her free hand against the nape of the blonde’s neck and pressed down to double her over. Moving quicker and quicker even as the knot grew all the more complex, Lily snaked her right leg over the back of Rose’s neck, then jumped up and cinched her ankles to complete the breathtaking hanging Headscissors known far and wide as the Cherry Fizz.
CHERRY FIZZ:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ak3GMLmZwBs&feature=fvw
“AAAAAUUUGGGGGHHH NOOOOOOOOO!” Rose wailed long n’ loud as the Fizz doubled her over at a rather unpleasant angle.
Quick to take note of the pink flush already creeping into Evans’s pretty features, the referee crouched by the action and asked, “How you doing, Rose? Need me to call for the bell?” “NO!”
Rose couldn’t really shake her head but it didn’t stop her from trying. “NO I DON’T WANT TO QUIT! JUST BACK OFF AND WATCH ME BREAK THIS GAAAAAHHRRRGGGHHHH!”
Lily squeezed all the harder and wrenched up on the blonde’s captured hand. “Sure about that, Rosie?” Burlingame grunted. “That’s not a very smart decis--”
“GET OFFA HER, BYTCH FACE!” Gabby hopped onto the apron and dipped to come through the ropes as soon as she’d voiced her demand. Craig immediately moved to intercept her, the young man blustering as only an irritated official could.
After a moment’s hesitation Lily unlocked her ankles and abandoned the Fizz, leaving Rose to crumple to all fours. “What are you even doing out here, Gabby?” Burlingame snapped as she walked up beside the referee. “If that genius couldn’t help you beat me, how could a dumb-ass like you lend any assistance?”
Dark eyes narrowed to hateful slots, Mendoza pulled one hand back for a face-numbing Bytch Slap that would’ve been grounds for disqualification if Long hadn’t snatched her wrist in mid-air. “On the floor, NOW.” he said sternly. “I mean it, Gabz. Make another move like that and I’ll disqualify Rose on the spot. Understand?”
The Babyfaced Killer sneered something unprintable, shook her hand loose and dropped to the apron. “We’re gonna own you, bytch face.”
Lily snorted. “In your dreams, Fruit Stripe.” With the meddling brunette dismissed for the moment, Burlingame rounded on Rose, who’d struggled to one knee in the interim. “Done a pretty good job training that one, Rosie. She’s the only reason you didn’t tap out about thirty seconds AAANNNNGGGGGHH!” Evans leapt up, twisted sideways and CLAPPED the top of her right foot against Lily’s jaw. Slowed to mere mortal speeds by the Rose Lash, Lily stumbled away in a daze, crumpled to one knee, then pushed back to full verticality.
ROSE LASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjdm9B9mP3E
She was almost within reach of the ropes when Rose stalked up on her six and snatched a handful of waistband. “Where do you think you’re going, bytch face?” The challenger reeled Burlingame in and SPANKED a nasty little Forearm Smash against the small of her back. Lily shouted, walked forward and got jerked back into a second shivering Forearm Smash. Two shots must’ve satisfied Rose because she spun the champion around and drew her down into a Front Facelock. Tossing Lily’s near arm across her shoulders, Evans cinched up on a handful of waistband and potted a few quick knees into her foe’s tummy.
“I didn’t think it possible but you may truly be as dumb as you look! Did you really think we didn’t make serious adjustments to our game plan after that first ridiculous fluke? Wait, don’t answer that, I’d rather you see for yourself.” With that she dipped her knees and hoisted Burlingame directly overhead. Far from a typical Vertical Suplex, Rose pivoted her hips at the apex and simply tossed her burden away, leaving Lily to THWHAM down flat on her back several feet away.
SHE LOVES ME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCLca-HKK1g
Burlingame jolted to a seat at once, her hands frozen into immobile claws, her back curved in a painfully sinuous arch. She was still trying to gather herself when Evans stomped over and snagged a double handful of ponytail. “On your feet, moron. I’m just getting started.” Lily offered no response (Rose’s favorite kind) as the challenger snuggled in on her left side and cinched both arms around the brunette’s waist. Knees bent deep, Evans popped her hips to take the Star Strider up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head courtesy of a Seito Suplex. Lily rolled to a seat in a violent whiplash of motion that didn’t fully subside until the champ was slumped on all fours.
SHE LOVES ME NOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJ6VBZG_Vak
Vaguely aware of a shadow falling across her vision, Burlingame lifted her head and was grateful to find the strands less than an arm’s length away. Sighing with relief, she reached for the middle strand and “NGGH!” Rose dove in with her hands raised and locked, all the better to pound a Double Axehandle against the back of her foe’s neck. “Looking for a way out, brat?” Evans pounded a few girly punches between Lily’s shoulders just because she could. “Well I can get you some time in the ropes, but I don’t think you’re gonna like it.”
Lily gouged her elbows into the canvas and started to crawl forward, then let out a displeased squeal when Rose hoisted her up with a double handful of ponytail and angled her throat-first across the middle rope. “What’re you doing, Rose?” Craig Long barked as he made his way closer to the action. “You know better than that!”
“That’s where you’re wrong, idiot.” Evans sniped. “I have no moral or intellectual objection to what is about to happen. In fact, I know the rules well enough to exploit every millisecond to which I am entitled!” Dismissing him for more obvious pleasures, Rose gripped the top rope in both hands, then slipped her legs around Lily’s noggin and proceeded to bounce up n’ down! Burlingame flailed and sputtered, her pretty face flushing from pink to red as the terrible tyro used up every bit of her ‘FOUR!’ second ride.
Though Evans dismounted without complaint she promptly stepped right into the zebra’s personal space to give him a tiny piece of her vaunted mind. “How much did she pay you, huh, Long? Did that brat fill up an offshore account for ya in exchange for throwing this match? I’ve never seen such a quick count, it’s disgusting!”
Not about to take that from someone dressed like a naughty after school special, Long defended his practices and did so quite admirably. Unfortunately it meant he wasn’t paying any attention to Burlingame, nor Gabby Mendoza when she rushed into place in front of the champ and laced her hands across the back of Lily’s head. Teeth bared in a ferocious grin, the Babyfaced Killer puuuuuuuuuullllllled down on the flailing brunette’s noggin for another five seconds or so. “You’re not looking too good, bytch face.” Mendoza cooed to the rasping, retching champion. “Here, some gum will do you good.” She plucked a bright red wad from her mouth and stuck it to Lily’s forehead, using her thumb to really grind it in. “There ya go. Lookin’ better alreaNNNNGGGH!”
Short of breath but long on fight, Burlingame belted Gabby across the mouth and snatched a handful of hair. “Thanks for the gum, Gabz. Now let me feed you your teeHUUUFFFHH! Lily’s grip fell away when Rose charged in from the right and pounded a vicious kick into her ribs.
“Keep your hands off her, skank!” Evans snapped down at the curled, panting battler. “This is already boring enough with your undivided attention, I won’t have you lulling me into a doze because you can’t maintain focus!” Satisfied that she commanded all of Burlingame’s attention, Rose stamped her opponent’s belly once, twice, three times, then laid claim to the brunette’s left wrist when she tried to protect herself. A few strong jerks were enough to bring Lily to boot leather and keep her nice and pliant for the Irish Whip that sent her to the other side of the ring.
Or not.
Apparently Rose wasn’t of the mind to grant the champ any separation yet because she dug in her heels and reeled like back the way she’d came. Rather than a standard Collar & Elbow, Evans angled Burlingame’s exposed arm across her chest and braced her own left arm against that shoulder. In the same instant she laid out on her back to THWHUMP Lily down on her face and chest AND send a nasty jolt through that shoulder and elbow.
SINGLE ARM DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6muFSmLktws
Lily shouted in pain, tried to pull the wounded wing against her chest but damned if Rose didn’t snatch hold of her wrist and yank it out full length. “Oh, do you want this back?” the Smartest Girl in the Room sniped. “This is really quite a bargain if I do say so myself. I’ll give you this scrawny, mostly useless arm in exchange for that shiny gold belt you brought to ringside tonight. Does that sound fair, bytch face?”
Lily was about to answer with a spirited ‘Go f*ck yourself!’ when she thought of something that’d hit closer to home. “Like I’d ever give the Lightweight Title to an idiot like you. Irma tells me you cheat at Scrabble.”
It was an outrageous, filthy slander, yet it didn’t stop Evans’s jaw from dropping in shock. “Why you sniveling little cow, I’ll break your arm for that!” No idle threat this, Rose immediately somersaulted across Burlingame’s shoulders (from left to right) to land in a taut bridge that powered a wince-inducing Fujiwara Armbar.
BRIDGING FUJIWARA ARMAR @ 2:15:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5jvm_9WpjcY
“Give it up, mouth-breather!” Rose demanded over the champion’s moans of anguish. “Do it before I decide to break this thing off and beat you with it!”
Craig didn’t think the wicked blonde had that sort of strength to her credit but that didn’t stop him from making a similar query of the Interstellar Angel. “What do you say, Lily? Need to give up? That Armbar’s no joke, girl. If it gets--”
“Of COURSE it’s no joke!” Rose interrupted with another hard-hearted yank on Burlingame’s wrist. “It’s clearly about to do permanent damage to the little trust fund brat, so do the right thing and stop the match right NNGGGHHHH!”
Lily abruptly puuuuuuusssshed up and twisted onto her back. This made the torque on her left shoulder almost unbearable for a second or two, but she held on long enough escape the Armbar. Even more important she brought both knees up fast and THONKED them into the top of Rose’s head. Evans grunted and finally let go of the brunette’s hand to better tend her aching skull. She’d only just pressed palms to forehead when Burlingame grabbed her at shoulder and hip and shoveled her onto her stomach.
Seated on the blonde’s right side, Lily hooked her right leg over the back of Rose’s head and slung arm across her thigh to get it out of the way. Eyes wide as she realized the predicament, Evans pulled her left arm under her chest only to shriek in outraged hurt when Burlingame pwak-pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED punches into the small of her back. “Gimme your arm, Rose.” Lily growled after half a dozen unanswered shots. “Gimme your prissy little arm right now.”
“In your dreams, shyt-for-brains.” Evans hissed right back. “You really think I’m dumb enough to offer my AAAAARRRHHH FAAAAAHHHK YOOOOOOOUUU BYTCH FACEEEERRRGGGGGHH!”
Oh so willing to play mean to get what she wanted, the Girl That Gravity Forgot slipped her left hand under the waistband of Rose’s skirt and YANKED up on the unmentionables she found beneath.
“THAT’S NOT FAIR!” Gabby roared as the wedgie threatened to split Rose in half. “MAKE THAT CHEATING BYTCH FACE LET GO RIGHT NOW!” The incensed brunette hopped onto the apron, fully meaning to come through the ropes to break it up herself if Long didn’t do his job.
Unfortunately for both halves of Barely Legal, the referee was very good at doing his job, which in this particular instance meant breaking away from the action to intercept Mendoza. “Back on the floor, Gabs. Or I’ll throw you out right now. Don’t test me.”
Knowing full well that Gabby wouldn’t obey immediately, Lily relinquished the wedgie just long enough to flip up the challenger’s skirt. Then she doubled down on that distended lace and pulled up all the harder.
“LOOKIT ‘ER!” Gabby bawled. “BYTCH’S CHEATING!”
Lily only blew her a kiss and kept on tugging until Evans finally freed her left arm from confinement. Ending the wedgie without so much as a thought, Burlingame seized Rose’s wrist in both hands and pulled it toward her chest. Rose howled and thrashed like a she-wolf caught in a trap, such was the torque exerted on her left shoulder and elbow.
SCISSORED ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=22z-N-Ee15U
“What do you say, Rose?” Craig, already crouched, leaned in as close as he could without interfering in the action. “Need me to call for the bell? Tell me something!”
“STOP YOUR YAMMERING, HOW’S THAT FOR SOMETHING?!” the challenger bawled. “I NEED SILENCE TO ESCAPE THIS BLATANTLY ILLEGAL HOLDDEEEEERRRGGGHHH AAAAAHHH BYYYYTTTTCCH!”
Lily cranked back on the Armbar that much harder and was rewarded with the staccato pitter-patter of Evans’s boots striking the canvas. “You need silence, Rosie?” the brunette teased. “How you gonna get that when you’re bawling at the top of your lungs?”
Rose didn’t answer, all of her considerable cognitive ability was presently devoted to finding an escape hatch that didn’t involve offering this trust fund turd a submission. Disgusted by the lack of options available, she slapped at Burlingame’s lower back with her free hand, then snatched hold of her waistband and best she could. Lily grimaced as the lycra rode higher than it should’ve, fortunately the blonde’s angle was such that she couldn’t do any real damage, especially not compared to what Lily’d unleashed on her a minute or so prior. Shifting her right leg to loosen Evans’s grip that much more, Lily huffed, “Nice try, smarty. But it’s gonna take more than a little tugging to get you out of thSSSEEERRGHHH CHEAP WITCH!”
Rose turned her head toward the brunette, lunged forward as best she could and sank her teeth into the back of the champ’s right thigh. Startled into breaking her control over the other woman’s ankle, an infuriated Lily plunged both hands into Rose’s hair and BWUNKED her forehead into the canvas as hard as she could. That ended the gnawing and Evans’s struggles in one stroke so the Star Strider shoveled her foe onto her back and slid into place across her chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Smartest Girl in the Room lifted her right shoulder off the canvas with half a second to spare. Lily didn’t argue with the count but she didn’t give Rose any time to relax, that’s for sure. Some of the crowd was still calling ‘TWOOOO!’ when Burlingame cupped Rose’s ears and hauled her to verticality. Practically nose to nose with the challenger, Lily abandoned her head-clasp for a grip on Evans’s left hand. “I keep hearing about how smart you are, Rose. So why can’t you protect this arm?” The question was still coming out of her mouth when the Interstellar Angel folded the wounded limb behind Rose’s back in another Hammerlock. With her arms wrapped around Evans’s waist to keep the joint-lock in place, Lily forced her head between the blonde’s right arm and torso, then dropped her hips and bridged backward to THWHUMP Rose down atop her wounded arm courtesy of a Northern Lights Suplex. Careful to maintain her bridge upon impact, Burlingame pushed onto her toes for a count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Relief from Gabby and disgust from most everyone else when Evans turned onto her side before the deciding slap of the mat. Lily still didn’t question the count, though she did rest long enough to catch a few deep breaths and roll her own aching shoulders. After that it was back to business with that now nearly ubiquitous Wristlock clamped on Rose’s left wrist. Tugging that arm like an energetic puppy with its favorite piece or rope, Burlingame wrung Rose’s wing once, twice, three times.
“Give it up before you get hurt, Rose.” she demanded. “You know the Gum Sucker’s the only one who’d shed a tear if you were out for six months with a torn rotator cuff.”
Almost doubled over from the hurt, Rose massaged her throbbing shoulder as best she could. “You don’t have the guts to do any real damage, rich girl. A few days of extra arm workouts will make me better than ever before. You on the other hand will need a whole month and countless tubs of Cherry Garcia to survive losing the EERRRGGGGH!”
Burlingame twisted her arm a fourth time, then stepped back and slung Evans to the other side of the ring with an Irish Whip. Rounding on her heel the instant Rose left her clutches, Lily charged into the opposite set of strands, bounced off and *almost* fell flat on her face when Gabby Mendoza grabbed hold of her ankle. “That’s it, bytch.” Burlingame wrenched loose and STAMPED on the other brunette’s meddling mitt. “You wanna do this right now? Let’s do this NNNNGGGGGGGHHH!”
The challenger rushed in and clouted Lily upside the head with an Elbow Smash that knocked her to her knees. She might’ve fallen flat on her face if a vindictive Rose hadn’t grabbed a double handful of hair and straightened her right back up. Too furious and motivated to offer anything in the way of snark, Evans wedged her head under the champion’s right arm and curled her own right arm around Lily’s waist. Her left hand she braced against the back of Burlingame’s right thigh, but only for a moment. Crooking that hand into a scoop, she forced it between Lily’s thighs and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed her defenseless trunks! Lily gawped, stumbled forward and let out a sharp little ‘yip’ when Evans hoisted her up and THWHUMPED her down on the back of her head n’ shoulders. In what was almost assuredly a case of ‘anything you can do, I can do better’, the Smartest Girl in the Room pushed onto her toes in a high bridge that lasted through…
ROSE-PLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lfnhS3FVNCE
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Burlingame flopped over onto her stomach, both hands pressed firm against her stinging groin before her tummy touched the mat. Jaw clenched against the pain in her left arm, Rose kept it held close to her chest while she rubbed her shoulder. “You cheap, STUPID, bytch.” Evans growled to the flattened champion. “It’s time you learned the difference between breaking someone’s arm and ALMOST breaking someone’s arm.”
Gabby whooped and cheered her on, not that the Barely Legal Brainiac needed much motivation given all the punishment she’d suffered this evening. Quick to hone in on the brunette’s left arm, Rose pulled the limb away from Lily’s chest and pinned it flat against the mat. Securing it at wrist and shoulder, she hopped into a handstand, then swung back down. Knee met bicep with a heavy THUMP that made the fans cringe and Lily twist like a science class frog touched with a live wire. “What’s wrong, idiot? Already want to give up? Then go ahead and beg before I snap your arm off!” She jabbed her knee into Burlingame’s bicep again, then leaaaaaaaaaaaaned on it with all her weight. “QUIT!” Rose buried her right hand in Lily’s hair and wrenched her head up n’ down, up n’ down, all the while bellowing, “QUIT LILY! QUIT OR I’LL BREAK IT! QUIT! QUIT! QUIT! QUIT! QUIT!”
“OFF ‘ER HAIR, ROSE!” Craig almost shouted at the raging blonde. “LET LOOSE RIGHT NOW! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Evans did as commanded, balled that hand into a fist and extended her middle finger in a jaunty salute that hung just beyond the zebra’s nose. “You think this bytch is worried about her hair, moron?” she sneered. “Tell me, what’s it like to be wrong all the time?” The Smartest Girl in the Room resumed her control over the Star Strider’s shoulder and pushed into a rough three point stance before dropping down with the full weight of her taut midsection THWHUMPING atop Lily’s arm in a miniature Splash.
Determined to win this brutal ‘Arms’ race, Rose collected a double handful of hair and forced the both of them to stand. To absolutely no one’s surprise the challenger took hold of Lily’s left hand, albeit with a Greco Roman Knucklelock instead of the usual Wristlock. After twisting Burlingame’s arm in a quick, hard circle, Evans stuffed her free hand into the champ’s armpit, dipped her knees and hoisted Lily skyward by a good two to three feet! While the maneuver didn’t possess the same visual flare it did when performed by a Harley Jo Collins or a Celia Blassenville, it still earned grudging appreciation from the FAWNatics and (far more important to Rose) loud wails of pain from Lily. “TELL HIM YOU’RE DONE!” Evans demanded to the suspended brunette even as her knees started to tremble. “GIVE ME THE TITLE OR I SWEAR YOU’LL HAVE A CAST BY MORNING!”
Lily shook her head ‘no’ denying the official and the challenger in a single stroke. “PISS OFF, ROSE! YOU’RE NOT CHEATING YOUR WAY INTO ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!
Rose dropped her, stretched the left arm and busted out a vertical leap all in one smooth motion. Knees raised to chest level, she jammed them against the underside of Burlingame’s defenseless wing and laid out on her back.
DOUBLE KNEE ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xd0sb_LqXrQ
There was a THUMP followed by a shriek and sympathetic groans as Lily bounced away to land sprawled on her side, the injured arm already clutched to her chest. Rose scrambled over, covered from the right side and hooked the brunette’s leg in a snug cradle for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lily kicked loose, bad shoulder and all. Drifting toward incredulity now, Evans straddled the prone lovely, hooked white-knuckled claws into both shoulders and pressed down with all her weight. “YOU’RE FINISHED!”
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Star Strider bucked Rose off again, leading to a furious scream and more than a dozen punches hammered into the canvas in the span of maybe four seconds. Composing herself immediately thereafter, the Smartest Girl in the Room looked at Lily’s wounded arm and shrugged. “Fine. Win by stoppage it is.”
The ref didn’t like the sound of that at all, alas there wasn’t anything he could do to stop Rose from peeling her devastated adversary off the canvas. Marching Burlingame to the nearest corner with nothing more than a Side Headlock, Evans stuffed her against the buckles and THWHUMPED a Kneelift against her midsection. Lily ‘guuuuuhhhhed’ and doubled over only straighten right up because the Barely Legal Brainiac snatched her left wrist and threaded that arm over the top rope. “Think your elbow can withstand a four count at this point, Lily?” she hissed. “Let’s find out!”
Still holding the Interstellar Angel’s wrist, Evans nocked her elbow against the rubber-coated steel and PUUUUUULLLLLED as hard as she could.
Lily shrieked at the top of her lungs, the crowd roared for a break and the ref started counting at once, but the champ found no reprieve until the black & white reached ‘FOUR!’ Ignoring the barking as best she could, Rose turned her attention to Gabby and mouthed, ‘Deal with this clown.’
Happy to help, Mendoza circled around the opposite side of the ring and climbed onto the apron. “HEY IDIOT!” she shouted. “Leave my friend alone, it’s not her fault you’re too stupid to stop the match!”
The ref wasn’t having none of that sass and he marched over posthaste to make sure Gabby returned to the floor. Blessedly alone with wounded prey, Evans stalked back to the corner and snatched Lily’s wrist yet again. “Just keep screaming, rich girl. Scream loud enough and they’ll HAVE to call the matAAUUGGHH THAT’S VILEEENNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
In that brief moment when she’d been dismissed by both challengers and official, Lily reached behind her right ear and plucked loose the wad of gum Gabby’d used on her earlier. Hiding it in a loose fist, she let Rose commit to snapping her arm before she squuuuuuuiiissssssshed the oversized red glob into Rose’s golden mane. Rose reacted just as you’d expect, by dismissing all other concerns in favor of plucking the offending confection from her hair. That meant relinquishing control of the champion and doing that gave Burlingame all the opening she needed to THWHACK a huge Roundhouse off the side of Evans’s skull.
ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KsDeYuH533A
Caught flush by the pinpoint blow, Rose pirouetted away from Burlingame to land sprawled flat on her face. The angle was perfect save for the landing, but Lily discovered she didn’t much care. Slipping onto the apron in the blink of an eye, she sprang to the top turnbuckle and stood up straight. Raising her left arm was out of the question, so the right rose in its place. Thumb up, Burlingame pressed the invisible detonator, then out into the corkscrewing head-first back-flip that made the Cherry Warhead one of the most popular finishers in FAWN today.
CHERRY WARHEAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNdHhtx-Kog
THWHAM!
Lily landed with all her weight across Rose’s back, crushing the air from her lungs in a single ‘whoooshing’ blast.
Gabby, who’d been arguing with the referee until the moment of impact, tried to force her way through the strands, but damned if the zebra didn’t keep her on the outside where she belonged. Of course that meant there was no one to make a count. This would’ve bothered the champ a whole lot more if she hadn’t popped to boot leather and made a beeline for the Babyfaced Killer. Distracted until it was far too late to do anything about it, Gabby ‘eeped’ a half second before the Girl That Gravity Forgot stapled a huge Dropkick to the center of her forehead. Mendoza was knocked flying from her perch and BWAAANGED hip and shoulder-first into the steel barricade en route to landing on the floor in a groaning, woozy pile of girl-flesh.
Left arm pressed tight against her chest, Burlingame clambered to her feet and quickly rounded on Rose, who was still down and clutching at the small of her back. Lily took a few steps forward, looked from one side of the arena to the other, then raised her hand and earned a raucous cheer when she drew her thumb across her throat. The Star Gazers had no idea what their heroine had in mind, but they kept the noise level high as Burlingame stalked across the mat and filled her hands with Rose’s gummy hair. Stuffing her (right) shoulder into the challenger’s belly as soon as she was upright, Lily muscled Rose up like a bag of laundry, then angled the blonde’s right leg over to the other side of her head. With that one contained in a snug cradle, she hooked her right arm around the back of Evans’s noggin and pulled it up so she looking into the rafters. Sparing a moment to glance at the trussed up terror, Lily muttered, “Think your way out of this, bytch face.” She took two giant steps forward, pushed onto her toes and dropped to her tush to THAWHAM Rose on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy of the Kryptonite Crunch.
KRYPTONITE CRUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x1PYbQqBnXs
Evans popped open like some poisonous night blooming flower, one that immediately wilted under the harsh glare of the arena fluorescents. Lily returned her to a bit of that nourishing darkness when she swung a leg over the blonde’s insensate noggin and unceremoniously plopped down on her forehead in a Reverse Face Sit. Rose mumbled and shifted her right leg a little so Burlingame grabbed it behind the knee and pulled it close in a possessive Half Matchbook. The challenger offered no protest at this, indeed Evans did very little of anything as the official counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Lily pumped a fist, even though it hurt like hell to do so, Also worth noting, she didn’t end the pin after the bell sounded. Rather she spread her knees a little wider, cranked Rose’s leg back a little farther and patted her upturned rump while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Lightweight Champion… LILY BURLINGAME!”
Rising only when she was offered her gold, Lily slung the belt over her good shoulder and patted the faceplate. “Rosie’s smart, but it takes more than brains to win this strap.” she told the camera. “It takes heart and the drive to press on even when some lunatic is trying to snap your arm off your shoulder. So to anyone and everyone in that locker room, if you think you’ve got the heart to take this from me, I’ll see you out here anytime you want. For everyone who doesn’t, stay the hell out of my way.”
“FAMOUS”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7Mabm90wuE
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall,” the announcer declared, “and is for the FAWN Lightweight championship! Introducing first, the challenger, accompanied by her BFF, Gabby Mendoza... Hailing from Buffalo, New York... She stands five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-one pounds. She is the Smartest Girl in the Room, ROOOSSSEEE EVVVAAANNNSSS!!!!!”
Rose Evans...
Gabby Mendoza...
A cascade of boors began to reign down. A few moments after that introduction, two lovely young ladies emerged from backstage—with an emphasis on “YOUNG.” Evans and Mendoza strolled down to the ring virtually side by side—Gabby trailed perhaps a step behind—to a decidedly lustful reaction from the capacity crowd. Rose—the shorter and more fair skinned of the two—looked fairly impassive as she approached the ring, intently eying the empty ring. Her eyes never registered the presence of the crowd. Gabby—just a little taller with a darker complexion—seemed a little more aware of her surroundings, and possibly even less impressed with the fans around ringside. But, if she was scowling, the effect was somewhat diluted by the periodic bubbles that Mendoza blew with her gum.
Both women were dressed the exact same way: adorned in black lace panties underneath plaid mini-skirts and matching black bustiers that, with neither of these women likely to be mistaken for Hailey Kennedy, gave their bosoms an extremely flattering boost. Both sets of well-shaped legs were encased in thigh high black nylons along with white boots. Climbing onto the apron, Rose and Gabby slipped one leg through the ropes, bending deep at the waist as they swept their upper bodies toward the ring…
… only to stop halfway, their faces sooooooo close to coming into contact.
Mendoza and Evans brushed noses, exchanging an Eskimo kiss, before pulling the rest of the way into the ring. The referee promptly moved in to inspect Rose for foreign objects, Evans leaning against the buckles, letting the Babyfaced Killer massage her shoulders as she awaited the arrival of the Lightweight champ.
Once the disdain for Barely Legal faded to tolerable levels, the Announcer raised his mic and said, “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!”
LILY BURLINGAME:
Eager to train their attention on the brightest star in FAWN’s Lightweight galaxy, the Thanksgrieving crowd sprang up and cheered uproariously out when the lights went down. From within that swirling, anticipatory gloom came a thumping drum and a matched set of snapping fingers, the two bits of percussion bouncing to and fro in a rat-a-tat riff. A keening guitar note joined the beat and a few seconds later the situation got brighter in no small part due to the tongue of flame that licked at the base of the ramp. As the note held steady, the fire set off on a beeline for the top of the ramp.
The wick shrank in time with the arrival of more guitars and 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.
Launching herself from that brand spankin‘ new 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 tonight’s row with the Smartest Girl in the Room (or so she claimed) 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.
Far too excited to stay on the stage for a moment longer, the Girl That Gravity Forgot tore down the ramp then leapt from the floor to the apron to the top rope in the span between heartbeats. Bouncing from it as casually as the terminally grounded 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. Training a look on Rose, the champ said, “Your lackey couldn’t get it done so you finally worked up the guts to challenge me yourself, huh Rosie? Hope you brought the rest of the Mathletics team with you. Otherwise you could be in serious trouble.”
Lily shot out of her corner on a beeline for the challenger the instant the bell sounded. Startled by the rapid approach in spite of all the tape she’d watched the month prior, Rose barely had time to slip her upper body between the top and middle rope before Burlingame drew within striking distance. “ROPES!” she barked to Craig. “I’m in the ropes, make her back up!”
The champ didn’t need any prodding, she’d already hit the brakes and retreated to near the center of the ring. Waiting a moment to make sure the planetarium loving idiot wouldn’t try such nonsense again, Evans pulled herself back into the ring and sniffed, “Did you really think you could bull-rush me, you morHEY!”
Lily came at her again, the shortened distance giving Rose even less time to call upon the safety of the strands. The fans didn’t like it, not that the Smartest Girl in the Room gave a damn about their thoughts. She was well within her rights to demand, “Back her up! Back her up, I sai--GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!”
Less than a foot removed from the challenger, Lily raised her hands like she meant to back off, but instead she stepped in, took the hem of Rose’s skirt between thumb and forefinger and flicked it up to show those assembled a brief (no pun intended) of the lace panties beneath. “I know, I know, you’re in the ropes.” Burlingame grinned as she cleared off. “Just wanted to see if you’d worn your big girl panties tonight. With all the hiding I expected to see some Bratz underoos.” She flicked a smirk at Gabby Mendoza. “Wait, are you wearing those, Gab--”
Evans charged her with a roar, one arm angled back for a big Clothesline. Lily took a step back, crouched down and flicked her legs between the blonde’s stems. Scissoring Rose’s lead ankle was more than enough to send the Barely Legal Brainiac sprawling flat on her face. Rose grimaced as her chin struck the mat but she would’ve been up in a trice if Burlingame hadn’t snatched her right wrist and folded that arm up between her shoulders in a Hammerlock. “There, isn’t this a lot more fun than hiding in the buckles?” the Interstellar Angel asked her grounded, growling adversary.
“You’re not going to keep me down for long, Burlingame.” Rose spat. “You’re not strong enough. And you’re definitely not smart enouEERRGGGHH!”
Lily halved her grip on the Hammerlock, then braced her right knee against Rose’s prone elbow, which actually made the pressure that much worse. “Looks like you’re the one caught in a bit of a brainteaser, Rosie. C’mon, I know you’re smart enough to get out of this.” Burlingame looked to the crowd, that grin still on her lips. “Let’s hear ya clap folks, show Rose some love!” The FAWNatics would’ve done no such thing if Lily hadn’t flattened her free hand and SMACKED it against Rose’s trapped right hand. That brought on a genuine flurry of applause from the crowd and a low growl from the challenger.
“You’ll pay for that, bytch.” She reached blindly with her left hand, trying to get a grip on Burlingame’s hair. “No one embarrasses me and gets away with DAMN IT!”
Lily pulled her other hand away from the Hammerlock, trusting the weight and placement of her knee to keep it in place. With both hands free she snagged Rose’s left wrist and streeeeeetched it backward to put unpleasant pressure on her opponent’s shoulder and elbow. “I’m not trying to embarrass you, Rose. Think of this as… an I.Q. test.” Lily snorted, then SMACKED Evans’s left palm. “All right, maybe I’m embarrassing you a LITTLE. Not like you didn’t have it coming tho--ooowwwww! Nails? Really? You’re gonna use your aaaggghhh!”
Rose twisted her left hand enough to sink her claws into Burlingame’s wrist. It didn’t break her out but it did make the brunette shift her footing just enough for the challenger to finally free her right arm. Scrambling to her knees at once, Rose PWAAAKED a Forearm Smash into Lily’s mug before filling her fingers with the champ’s hair. Doubling down on the Wristlock as soon as she’d hauled them both upright, Evans drilled a quick Toe Kick into Lily’s midriff, then stretched her arm out full length and twisted it in a wide, smooth circle. Burlingame winced and leaned forward, making it much easier for Rose to PWAK the point of her elbow into the meat of Lily’s bicep.
That got the champion straightening up again so Rose snapped a nasty little Uppercut into the underside of brunette bicep. And so it went for perhaps ten seconds, Rose alternating between Elbow Strikes and Uppercuts focused exclusively on the other woman’s left bicep. Eventually Lily stuffed a hand under the blonde’s chin and pushed her head back hard enough to stop the arm punishment. Of course Rose didn’t come by her nickname by accident and she wasn’t about to relinquish her control on the champ’s wrist. Stepping back far enough to remove her from Burlingame’s reach, Rose spun through another Arm Wringer only this time she YANKED down upon completion. Already leaned forward, Burlingame lost her footing and THWHUMPED down hard on her chest and left shoulder.
More than willing to repay embarrassment with humiliation, Evans claimed Lily’s wrist before she could roll over and folded that arm into a Hammerlock of her own. “Did you really think you could mat wrestle with me?” Rose put her right foot atop Lily’s exposed forearm and pressed down with enough force to keep the Hammerlock in place without using her hands. Brushing some invisible dust from her hands, the challenger abruptly SMACKED the back of Burlingame’s head half a dozen times. “I asked you a question, idiot! I expect an answer! Did you really think you could mat wrestle with me?” She wrapped Lily’s ponytail around one fist and craaaaaaaaanked back to bend the brunette’s neck at a bad angle. “Answer me you little slut or I’ll curb stomp your ugly face into NNNNGGGGGGHH!”
Lily’s right hand shot up n’ around in an awkward yet effective slap that tagged Evans on the ear. Awkward or not, the blow set Rose’s ear ringing and she stumbled back with one hand pressed to the side of her head. The Girl that Gravity Forgot rolled onto her back just as Evans shook the noise from her noggin. Seeing the champ flat on her back, Rose stormed into the breach and ‘YAY!’ Cheers from the sold out crowd when Burlingame rolled back on her shoulders and kipped up just high enough to lock her ankles around the challenger’s head. Lily curled in on herself for a heartbeat, then snapped over onto her belly which in turn tossed Rose flat onto her back.
KIP-UP 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j9ZfpvvoGLg
Stunned rather than hurt by the lightning-fast ‘Rana, Evans rolled to her feet and sagged into the ropes. “Keep her back!” Rose panted to Long. “She’s a sneaking, duplicitous cheater.”
On one knee after her acrobatic escape, Lily smoothed out her ponytail without taking her eyes off Rose. “Is that how it’s gonna be, honey? Every time I put you on the mat you’re going to whine to the referee? And I thought Gabby was a brat.”
Mendoza didn’t hop onto the apron, but she smacked the edge threateningly. “Step out here and say that to my face.” she snarled. “I’ll show you who the brat is!”
Rose extended a placating hand to her friend. “Steady on, Gabz. You can’t blame her for using every tactic available. After all, she knows she *barely* got by you. There’s no way she gets that lucky against me.”
Lily stood up and beckoned the blonde to her. “As I recall it was your incompetence that kept Gabby from winning the title that night, Rose. Which means it was also your incompetence that let me sit on her face and crush her tits while the whole arena counted to--”
“SHUT YOUR MOUTH, BYTCH FACE!” Gabby leapt onto the apron and would’ve barged right on in if not for the timely interference of Rose and Craig.
“She’s screwing with your head, Gabz!” Evans said in as soothing a tone as she could manage. “Don’t let that no talent tramp NNNNNGGGGGGHH!”
While she didn’t usually approve of attacking when her opponent’s back was turned, Lily didn’t even hesitate when offered the chance to PWAAAK a crisp little Running Dropkick between Rose’s shoulders. There was a dull ‘BWONK!’ as Barely Legal had a meeting of the minds, one that resulted in Gabby tumbling to the floor and Rose spilling over the top rope. The Smartest Girl in the Room managed to hook an arm over the middle rope, which kept her on the apron instead of landing on her partner, but she was hardly her usual domineering self when Burlingame reached over and helped herself to a handful of hair.
“Don’t wanna channel the Rainmaker here,” Lily snickered as she hauled the woozy blonde to her feet, “but you really don’t wanna take your eyes off me, Rosie. You’re not fast enough… or smart enough… for that.” Evans grunted something at this judgment of her prodigious intellect, alas it didn’t amount to much before the Star Strider reeled her into a Front Facelock. That and a big handful of skirt was all Burlingame needed to hoist the challenger up and step back toward the middle of the squared circle. Doing so left Rose suspended by the Facelock at one end and her ankles draped over the top rope at the other. Aware that this was a very dangerous place for her to be, Evans crooked her right hand into a fist and jabbed a few punches into Lily’s midsection. The brunette grimaced, then shook her head ‘no’.
“Not enough, Rosie. Not NEARLY enough.” Lily twisted under her opponent from Rose’s left side and laid out on her back which flipped Evans over and THWHONKED her down on the back of her head and shoulders as victim of a wicked Rope Hung Neckbreaker. Rose bounced hard and sat up at once, both arms already wrapped across the back of her head.
ROPE HUNG NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjzcslFthOs
Burlingame could’ve gone for a cover but decided against it, Evans was a world class brat but she was a damned sight tougher than her snotty attitude might’ve led you to believe. So Lily drilled a quick Soccer Kick between her tits, then grabbed the blonde’s wrists and dragged her a little closer to the nearest corner. Smiling every step of the way she skipped over Rose and hopped onto the middle rope. “Eyes on me, FAWN!” Burlingame sprang backward, curled into a ball and spun around even as she set herself twirling like a buzzsaw. She pulled off one full rotation and another quarter before she stretched out full length and THWHAPPED down across Rose’s chest. This Phoenix Splash hit just as hard as one delivered from the top rope, if the jolt of Evan’s legs was any indication. Lily caught the far stem outta the air and pulled Rose’s knee all the way to her chest in a surprisingly brawny cradle. Long dropped to one knee and counted off…
2nd ROPE PHOENIX SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=goyXDWMrVds
ONE…
TWO…
Rose kicked loose at ‘TWO’ to keep her golden dreams alive. Lily leaned back on her haunches and nodded as if she’d expected that outcome or something very similar. “C’mon Brainy, this test is just getting started.” Rose answered with a muttered curse, which got quite a bit louder when the brunette clamped down on her wrist. Knees weakened by the high powered Splash, Evans couldn’t stop Burlingame from setting her upright, nor slinging her toward the far corner with an Irish Whip. BWUUUNG! Rose hit the top buckle sternum-first, then pinballed out with both arms crisscrossed over her throbbing chest.
Quick to close on the terrible tyro, Lily laid claim to the challenger’s left wrist and bent it up between her shoulders in a Hammerlock. In the same motion she pulled her right hand away from Evans’s wrist, went a little lower and dipped under her right arm. Back on the other side Burlingame put her free hand against the nape of the blonde’s neck and pressed down to double her over. Moving quicker and quicker even as the knot grew all the more complex, Lily snaked her right leg over the back of Rose’s neck, then jumped up and cinched her ankles to complete the breathtaking hanging Headscissors known far and wide as the Cherry Fizz.
CHERRY FIZZ:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ak3GMLmZwBs&feature=fvw
“AAAAAUUUGGGGGHHH NOOOOOOOOO!” Rose wailed long n’ loud as the Fizz doubled her over at a rather unpleasant angle.
Quick to take note of the pink flush already creeping into Evans’s pretty features, the referee crouched by the action and asked, “How you doing, Rose? Need me to call for the bell?” “NO!”
Rose couldn’t really shake her head but it didn’t stop her from trying. “NO I DON’T WANT TO QUIT! JUST BACK OFF AND WATCH ME BREAK THIS GAAAAAHHRRRGGGHHHH!”
Lily squeezed all the harder and wrenched up on the blonde’s captured hand. “Sure about that, Rosie?” Burlingame grunted. “That’s not a very smart decis--”
“GET OFFA HER, BYTCH FACE!” Gabby hopped onto the apron and dipped to come through the ropes as soon as she’d voiced her demand. Craig immediately moved to intercept her, the young man blustering as only an irritated official could.
After a moment’s hesitation Lily unlocked her ankles and abandoned the Fizz, leaving Rose to crumple to all fours. “What are you even doing out here, Gabby?” Burlingame snapped as she walked up beside the referee. “If that genius couldn’t help you beat me, how could a dumb-ass like you lend any assistance?”
Dark eyes narrowed to hateful slots, Mendoza pulled one hand back for a face-numbing Bytch Slap that would’ve been grounds for disqualification if Long hadn’t snatched her wrist in mid-air. “On the floor, NOW.” he said sternly. “I mean it, Gabz. Make another move like that and I’ll disqualify Rose on the spot. Understand?”
The Babyfaced Killer sneered something unprintable, shook her hand loose and dropped to the apron. “We’re gonna own you, bytch face.”
Lily snorted. “In your dreams, Fruit Stripe.” With the meddling brunette dismissed for the moment, Burlingame rounded on Rose, who’d struggled to one knee in the interim. “Done a pretty good job training that one, Rosie. She’s the only reason you didn’t tap out about thirty seconds AAANNNNGGGGGHH!” Evans leapt up, twisted sideways and CLAPPED the top of her right foot against Lily’s jaw. Slowed to mere mortal speeds by the Rose Lash, Lily stumbled away in a daze, crumpled to one knee, then pushed back to full verticality.
ROSE LASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjdm9B9mP3E
She was almost within reach of the ropes when Rose stalked up on her six and snatched a handful of waistband. “Where do you think you’re going, bytch face?” The challenger reeled Burlingame in and SPANKED a nasty little Forearm Smash against the small of her back. Lily shouted, walked forward and got jerked back into a second shivering Forearm Smash. Two shots must’ve satisfied Rose because she spun the champion around and drew her down into a Front Facelock. Tossing Lily’s near arm across her shoulders, Evans cinched up on a handful of waistband and potted a few quick knees into her foe’s tummy.
“I didn’t think it possible but you may truly be as dumb as you look! Did you really think we didn’t make serious adjustments to our game plan after that first ridiculous fluke? Wait, don’t answer that, I’d rather you see for yourself.” With that she dipped her knees and hoisted Burlingame directly overhead. Far from a typical Vertical Suplex, Rose pivoted her hips at the apex and simply tossed her burden away, leaving Lily to THWHAM down flat on her back several feet away.
SHE LOVES ME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCLca-HKK1g
Burlingame jolted to a seat at once, her hands frozen into immobile claws, her back curved in a painfully sinuous arch. She was still trying to gather herself when Evans stomped over and snagged a double handful of ponytail. “On your feet, moron. I’m just getting started.” Lily offered no response (Rose’s favorite kind) as the challenger snuggled in on her left side and cinched both arms around the brunette’s waist. Knees bent deep, Evans popped her hips to take the Star Strider up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head courtesy of a Seito Suplex. Lily rolled to a seat in a violent whiplash of motion that didn’t fully subside until the champ was slumped on all fours.
SHE LOVES ME NOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJ6VBZG_Vak
Vaguely aware of a shadow falling across her vision, Burlingame lifted her head and was grateful to find the strands less than an arm’s length away. Sighing with relief, she reached for the middle strand and “NGGH!” Rose dove in with her hands raised and locked, all the better to pound a Double Axehandle against the back of her foe’s neck. “Looking for a way out, brat?” Evans pounded a few girly punches between Lily’s shoulders just because she could. “Well I can get you some time in the ropes, but I don’t think you’re gonna like it.”
Lily gouged her elbows into the canvas and started to crawl forward, then let out a displeased squeal when Rose hoisted her up with a double handful of ponytail and angled her throat-first across the middle rope. “What’re you doing, Rose?” Craig Long barked as he made his way closer to the action. “You know better than that!”
“That’s where you’re wrong, idiot.” Evans sniped. “I have no moral or intellectual objection to what is about to happen. In fact, I know the rules well enough to exploit every millisecond to which I am entitled!” Dismissing him for more obvious pleasures, Rose gripped the top rope in both hands, then slipped her legs around Lily’s noggin and proceeded to bounce up n’ down! Burlingame flailed and sputtered, her pretty face flushing from pink to red as the terrible tyro used up every bit of her ‘FOUR!’ second ride.
Though Evans dismounted without complaint she promptly stepped right into the zebra’s personal space to give him a tiny piece of her vaunted mind. “How much did she pay you, huh, Long? Did that brat fill up an offshore account for ya in exchange for throwing this match? I’ve never seen such a quick count, it’s disgusting!”
Not about to take that from someone dressed like a naughty after school special, Long defended his practices and did so quite admirably. Unfortunately it meant he wasn’t paying any attention to Burlingame, nor Gabby Mendoza when she rushed into place in front of the champ and laced her hands across the back of Lily’s head. Teeth bared in a ferocious grin, the Babyfaced Killer puuuuuuuuuullllllled down on the flailing brunette’s noggin for another five seconds or so. “You’re not looking too good, bytch face.” Mendoza cooed to the rasping, retching champion. “Here, some gum will do you good.” She plucked a bright red wad from her mouth and stuck it to Lily’s forehead, using her thumb to really grind it in. “There ya go. Lookin’ better alreaNNNNGGGH!”
Short of breath but long on fight, Burlingame belted Gabby across the mouth and snatched a handful of hair. “Thanks for the gum, Gabz. Now let me feed you your teeHUUUFFFHH! Lily’s grip fell away when Rose charged in from the right and pounded a vicious kick into her ribs.
“Keep your hands off her, skank!” Evans snapped down at the curled, panting battler. “This is already boring enough with your undivided attention, I won’t have you lulling me into a doze because you can’t maintain focus!” Satisfied that she commanded all of Burlingame’s attention, Rose stamped her opponent’s belly once, twice, three times, then laid claim to the brunette’s left wrist when she tried to protect herself. A few strong jerks were enough to bring Lily to boot leather and keep her nice and pliant for the Irish Whip that sent her to the other side of the ring.
Or not.
Apparently Rose wasn’t of the mind to grant the champ any separation yet because she dug in her heels and reeled like back the way she’d came. Rather than a standard Collar & Elbow, Evans angled Burlingame’s exposed arm across her chest and braced her own left arm against that shoulder. In the same instant she laid out on her back to THWHUMP Lily down on her face and chest AND send a nasty jolt through that shoulder and elbow.
SINGLE ARM DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6muFSmLktws
Lily shouted in pain, tried to pull the wounded wing against her chest but damned if Rose didn’t snatch hold of her wrist and yank it out full length. “Oh, do you want this back?” the Smartest Girl in the Room sniped. “This is really quite a bargain if I do say so myself. I’ll give you this scrawny, mostly useless arm in exchange for that shiny gold belt you brought to ringside tonight. Does that sound fair, bytch face?”
Lily was about to answer with a spirited ‘Go f*ck yourself!’ when she thought of something that’d hit closer to home. “Like I’d ever give the Lightweight Title to an idiot like you. Irma tells me you cheat at Scrabble.”
It was an outrageous, filthy slander, yet it didn’t stop Evans’s jaw from dropping in shock. “Why you sniveling little cow, I’ll break your arm for that!” No idle threat this, Rose immediately somersaulted across Burlingame’s shoulders (from left to right) to land in a taut bridge that powered a wince-inducing Fujiwara Armbar.
BRIDGING FUJIWARA ARMAR @ 2:15:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5jvm_9WpjcY
“Give it up, mouth-breather!” Rose demanded over the champion’s moans of anguish. “Do it before I decide to break this thing off and beat you with it!”
Craig didn’t think the wicked blonde had that sort of strength to her credit but that didn’t stop him from making a similar query of the Interstellar Angel. “What do you say, Lily? Need to give up? That Armbar’s no joke, girl. If it gets--”
“Of COURSE it’s no joke!” Rose interrupted with another hard-hearted yank on Burlingame’s wrist. “It’s clearly about to do permanent damage to the little trust fund brat, so do the right thing and stop the match right NNGGGHHHH!”
Lily abruptly puuuuuuusssshed up and twisted onto her back. This made the torque on her left shoulder almost unbearable for a second or two, but she held on long enough escape the Armbar. Even more important she brought both knees up fast and THONKED them into the top of Rose’s head. Evans grunted and finally let go of the brunette’s hand to better tend her aching skull. She’d only just pressed palms to forehead when Burlingame grabbed her at shoulder and hip and shoveled her onto her stomach.
Seated on the blonde’s right side, Lily hooked her right leg over the back of Rose’s head and slung arm across her thigh to get it out of the way. Eyes wide as she realized the predicament, Evans pulled her left arm under her chest only to shriek in outraged hurt when Burlingame pwak-pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED punches into the small of her back. “Gimme your arm, Rose.” Lily growled after half a dozen unanswered shots. “Gimme your prissy little arm right now.”
“In your dreams, shyt-for-brains.” Evans hissed right back. “You really think I’m dumb enough to offer my AAAAARRRHHH FAAAAAHHHK YOOOOOOOUUU BYTCH FACEEEERRRGGGGGHH!”
Oh so willing to play mean to get what she wanted, the Girl That Gravity Forgot slipped her left hand under the waistband of Rose’s skirt and YANKED up on the unmentionables she found beneath.
“THAT’S NOT FAIR!” Gabby roared as the wedgie threatened to split Rose in half. “MAKE THAT CHEATING BYTCH FACE LET GO RIGHT NOW!” The incensed brunette hopped onto the apron, fully meaning to come through the ropes to break it up herself if Long didn’t do his job.
Unfortunately for both halves of Barely Legal, the referee was very good at doing his job, which in this particular instance meant breaking away from the action to intercept Mendoza. “Back on the floor, Gabs. Or I’ll throw you out right now. Don’t test me.”
Knowing full well that Gabby wouldn’t obey immediately, Lily relinquished the wedgie just long enough to flip up the challenger’s skirt. Then she doubled down on that distended lace and pulled up all the harder.
“LOOKIT ‘ER!” Gabby bawled. “BYTCH’S CHEATING!”
Lily only blew her a kiss and kept on tugging until Evans finally freed her left arm from confinement. Ending the wedgie without so much as a thought, Burlingame seized Rose’s wrist in both hands and pulled it toward her chest. Rose howled and thrashed like a she-wolf caught in a trap, such was the torque exerted on her left shoulder and elbow.
SCISSORED ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=22z-N-Ee15U
“What do you say, Rose?” Craig, already crouched, leaned in as close as he could without interfering in the action. “Need me to call for the bell? Tell me something!”
“STOP YOUR YAMMERING, HOW’S THAT FOR SOMETHING?!” the challenger bawled. “I NEED SILENCE TO ESCAPE THIS BLATANTLY ILLEGAL HOLDDEEEEERRRGGGHHH AAAAAHHH BYYYYTTTTCCH!”
Lily cranked back on the Armbar that much harder and was rewarded with the staccato pitter-patter of Evans’s boots striking the canvas. “You need silence, Rosie?” the brunette teased. “How you gonna get that when you’re bawling at the top of your lungs?”
Rose didn’t answer, all of her considerable cognitive ability was presently devoted to finding an escape hatch that didn’t involve offering this trust fund turd a submission. Disgusted by the lack of options available, she slapped at Burlingame’s lower back with her free hand, then snatched hold of her waistband and best she could. Lily grimaced as the lycra rode higher than it should’ve, fortunately the blonde’s angle was such that she couldn’t do any real damage, especially not compared to what Lily’d unleashed on her a minute or so prior. Shifting her right leg to loosen Evans’s grip that much more, Lily huffed, “Nice try, smarty. But it’s gonna take more than a little tugging to get you out of thSSSEEERRGHHH CHEAP WITCH!”
Rose turned her head toward the brunette, lunged forward as best she could and sank her teeth into the back of the champ’s right thigh. Startled into breaking her control over the other woman’s ankle, an infuriated Lily plunged both hands into Rose’s hair and BWUNKED her forehead into the canvas as hard as she could. That ended the gnawing and Evans’s struggles in one stroke so the Star Strider shoveled her foe onto her back and slid into place across her chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Smartest Girl in the Room lifted her right shoulder off the canvas with half a second to spare. Lily didn’t argue with the count but she didn’t give Rose any time to relax, that’s for sure. Some of the crowd was still calling ‘TWOOOO!’ when Burlingame cupped Rose’s ears and hauled her to verticality. Practically nose to nose with the challenger, Lily abandoned her head-clasp for a grip on Evans’s left hand. “I keep hearing about how smart you are, Rose. So why can’t you protect this arm?” The question was still coming out of her mouth when the Interstellar Angel folded the wounded limb behind Rose’s back in another Hammerlock. With her arms wrapped around Evans’s waist to keep the joint-lock in place, Lily forced her head between the blonde’s right arm and torso, then dropped her hips and bridged backward to THWHUMP Rose down atop her wounded arm courtesy of a Northern Lights Suplex. Careful to maintain her bridge upon impact, Burlingame pushed onto her toes for a count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Relief from Gabby and disgust from most everyone else when Evans turned onto her side before the deciding slap of the mat. Lily still didn’t question the count, though she did rest long enough to catch a few deep breaths and roll her own aching shoulders. After that it was back to business with that now nearly ubiquitous Wristlock clamped on Rose’s left wrist. Tugging that arm like an energetic puppy with its favorite piece or rope, Burlingame wrung Rose’s wing once, twice, three times.
“Give it up before you get hurt, Rose.” she demanded. “You know the Gum Sucker’s the only one who’d shed a tear if you were out for six months with a torn rotator cuff.”
Almost doubled over from the hurt, Rose massaged her throbbing shoulder as best she could. “You don’t have the guts to do any real damage, rich girl. A few days of extra arm workouts will make me better than ever before. You on the other hand will need a whole month and countless tubs of Cherry Garcia to survive losing the EERRRGGGGH!”
Burlingame twisted her arm a fourth time, then stepped back and slung Evans to the other side of the ring with an Irish Whip. Rounding on her heel the instant Rose left her clutches, Lily charged into the opposite set of strands, bounced off and *almost* fell flat on her face when Gabby Mendoza grabbed hold of her ankle. “That’s it, bytch.” Burlingame wrenched loose and STAMPED on the other brunette’s meddling mitt. “You wanna do this right now? Let’s do this NNNNGGGGGGGHHH!”
The challenger rushed in and clouted Lily upside the head with an Elbow Smash that knocked her to her knees. She might’ve fallen flat on her face if a vindictive Rose hadn’t grabbed a double handful of hair and straightened her right back up. Too furious and motivated to offer anything in the way of snark, Evans wedged her head under the champion’s right arm and curled her own right arm around Lily’s waist. Her left hand she braced against the back of Burlingame’s right thigh, but only for a moment. Crooking that hand into a scoop, she forced it between Lily’s thighs and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed her defenseless trunks! Lily gawped, stumbled forward and let out a sharp little ‘yip’ when Evans hoisted her up and THWHUMPED her down on the back of her head n’ shoulders. In what was almost assuredly a case of ‘anything you can do, I can do better’, the Smartest Girl in the Room pushed onto her toes in a high bridge that lasted through…
ROSE-PLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lfnhS3FVNCE
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Burlingame flopped over onto her stomach, both hands pressed firm against her stinging groin before her tummy touched the mat. Jaw clenched against the pain in her left arm, Rose kept it held close to her chest while she rubbed her shoulder. “You cheap, STUPID, bytch.” Evans growled to the flattened champion. “It’s time you learned the difference between breaking someone’s arm and ALMOST breaking someone’s arm.”
Gabby whooped and cheered her on, not that the Barely Legal Brainiac needed much motivation given all the punishment she’d suffered this evening. Quick to hone in on the brunette’s left arm, Rose pulled the limb away from Lily’s chest and pinned it flat against the mat. Securing it at wrist and shoulder, she hopped into a handstand, then swung back down. Knee met bicep with a heavy THUMP that made the fans cringe and Lily twist like a science class frog touched with a live wire. “What’s wrong, idiot? Already want to give up? Then go ahead and beg before I snap your arm off!” She jabbed her knee into Burlingame’s bicep again, then leaaaaaaaaaaaaned on it with all her weight. “QUIT!” Rose buried her right hand in Lily’s hair and wrenched her head up n’ down, up n’ down, all the while bellowing, “QUIT LILY! QUIT OR I’LL BREAK IT! QUIT! QUIT! QUIT! QUIT! QUIT!”
“OFF ‘ER HAIR, ROSE!” Craig almost shouted at the raging blonde. “LET LOOSE RIGHT NOW! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Evans did as commanded, balled that hand into a fist and extended her middle finger in a jaunty salute that hung just beyond the zebra’s nose. “You think this bytch is worried about her hair, moron?” she sneered. “Tell me, what’s it like to be wrong all the time?” The Smartest Girl in the Room resumed her control over the Star Strider’s shoulder and pushed into a rough three point stance before dropping down with the full weight of her taut midsection THWHUMPING atop Lily’s arm in a miniature Splash.
Determined to win this brutal ‘Arms’ race, Rose collected a double handful of hair and forced the both of them to stand. To absolutely no one’s surprise the challenger took hold of Lily’s left hand, albeit with a Greco Roman Knucklelock instead of the usual Wristlock. After twisting Burlingame’s arm in a quick, hard circle, Evans stuffed her free hand into the champ’s armpit, dipped her knees and hoisted Lily skyward by a good two to three feet! While the maneuver didn’t possess the same visual flare it did when performed by a Harley Jo Collins or a Celia Blassenville, it still earned grudging appreciation from the FAWNatics and (far more important to Rose) loud wails of pain from Lily. “TELL HIM YOU’RE DONE!” Evans demanded to the suspended brunette even as her knees started to tremble. “GIVE ME THE TITLE OR I SWEAR YOU’LL HAVE A CAST BY MORNING!”
Lily shook her head ‘no’ denying the official and the challenger in a single stroke. “PISS OFF, ROSE! YOU’RE NOT CHEATING YOUR WAY INTO ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!
Rose dropped her, stretched the left arm and busted out a vertical leap all in one smooth motion. Knees raised to chest level, she jammed them against the underside of Burlingame’s defenseless wing and laid out on her back.
DOUBLE KNEE ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xd0sb_LqXrQ
There was a THUMP followed by a shriek and sympathetic groans as Lily bounced away to land sprawled on her side, the injured arm already clutched to her chest. Rose scrambled over, covered from the right side and hooked the brunette’s leg in a snug cradle for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lily kicked loose, bad shoulder and all. Drifting toward incredulity now, Evans straddled the prone lovely, hooked white-knuckled claws into both shoulders and pressed down with all her weight. “YOU’RE FINISHED!”
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Star Strider bucked Rose off again, leading to a furious scream and more than a dozen punches hammered into the canvas in the span of maybe four seconds. Composing herself immediately thereafter, the Smartest Girl in the Room looked at Lily’s wounded arm and shrugged. “Fine. Win by stoppage it is.”
The ref didn’t like the sound of that at all, alas there wasn’t anything he could do to stop Rose from peeling her devastated adversary off the canvas. Marching Burlingame to the nearest corner with nothing more than a Side Headlock, Evans stuffed her against the buckles and THWHUMPED a Kneelift against her midsection. Lily ‘guuuuuhhhhed’ and doubled over only straighten right up because the Barely Legal Brainiac snatched her left wrist and threaded that arm over the top rope. “Think your elbow can withstand a four count at this point, Lily?” she hissed. “Let’s find out!”
Still holding the Interstellar Angel’s wrist, Evans nocked her elbow against the rubber-coated steel and PUUUUUULLLLLED as hard as she could.
Lily shrieked at the top of her lungs, the crowd roared for a break and the ref started counting at once, but the champ found no reprieve until the black & white reached ‘FOUR!’ Ignoring the barking as best she could, Rose turned her attention to Gabby and mouthed, ‘Deal with this clown.’
Happy to help, Mendoza circled around the opposite side of the ring and climbed onto the apron. “HEY IDIOT!” she shouted. “Leave my friend alone, it’s not her fault you’re too stupid to stop the match!”
The ref wasn’t having none of that sass and he marched over posthaste to make sure Gabby returned to the floor. Blessedly alone with wounded prey, Evans stalked back to the corner and snatched Lily’s wrist yet again. “Just keep screaming, rich girl. Scream loud enough and they’ll HAVE to call the matAAUUGGHH THAT’S VILEEENNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
In that brief moment when she’d been dismissed by both challengers and official, Lily reached behind her right ear and plucked loose the wad of gum Gabby’d used on her earlier. Hiding it in a loose fist, she let Rose commit to snapping her arm before she squuuuuuuiiissssssshed the oversized red glob into Rose’s golden mane. Rose reacted just as you’d expect, by dismissing all other concerns in favor of plucking the offending confection from her hair. That meant relinquishing control of the champion and doing that gave Burlingame all the opening she needed to THWHACK a huge Roundhouse off the side of Evans’s skull.
ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KsDeYuH533A
Caught flush by the pinpoint blow, Rose pirouetted away from Burlingame to land sprawled flat on her face. The angle was perfect save for the landing, but Lily discovered she didn’t much care. Slipping onto the apron in the blink of an eye, she sprang to the top turnbuckle and stood up straight. Raising her left arm was out of the question, so the right rose in its place. Thumb up, Burlingame pressed the invisible detonator, then out into the corkscrewing head-first back-flip that made the Cherry Warhead one of the most popular finishers in FAWN today.
CHERRY WARHEAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNdHhtx-Kog
THWHAM!
Lily landed with all her weight across Rose’s back, crushing the air from her lungs in a single ‘whoooshing’ blast.
Gabby, who’d been arguing with the referee until the moment of impact, tried to force her way through the strands, but damned if the zebra didn’t keep her on the outside where she belonged. Of course that meant there was no one to make a count. This would’ve bothered the champ a whole lot more if she hadn’t popped to boot leather and made a beeline for the Babyfaced Killer. Distracted until it was far too late to do anything about it, Gabby ‘eeped’ a half second before the Girl That Gravity Forgot stapled a huge Dropkick to the center of her forehead. Mendoza was knocked flying from her perch and BWAAANGED hip and shoulder-first into the steel barricade en route to landing on the floor in a groaning, woozy pile of girl-flesh.
Left arm pressed tight against her chest, Burlingame clambered to her feet and quickly rounded on Rose, who was still down and clutching at the small of her back. Lily took a few steps forward, looked from one side of the arena to the other, then raised her hand and earned a raucous cheer when she drew her thumb across her throat. The Star Gazers had no idea what their heroine had in mind, but they kept the noise level high as Burlingame stalked across the mat and filled her hands with Rose’s gummy hair. Stuffing her (right) shoulder into the challenger’s belly as soon as she was upright, Lily muscled Rose up like a bag of laundry, then angled the blonde’s right leg over to the other side of her head. With that one contained in a snug cradle, she hooked her right arm around the back of Evans’s noggin and pulled it up so she looking into the rafters. Sparing a moment to glance at the trussed up terror, Lily muttered, “Think your way out of this, bytch face.” She took two giant steps forward, pushed onto her toes and dropped to her tush to THAWHAM Rose on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy of the Kryptonite Crunch.
KRYPTONITE CRUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x1PYbQqBnXs
Evans popped open like some poisonous night blooming flower, one that immediately wilted under the harsh glare of the arena fluorescents. Lily returned her to a bit of that nourishing darkness when she swung a leg over the blonde’s insensate noggin and unceremoniously plopped down on her forehead in a Reverse Face Sit. Rose mumbled and shifted her right leg a little so Burlingame grabbed it behind the knee and pulled it close in a possessive Half Matchbook. The challenger offered no protest at this, indeed Evans did very little of anything as the official counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Lily pumped a fist, even though it hurt like hell to do so, Also worth noting, she didn’t end the pin after the bell sounded. Rather she spread her knees a little wider, cranked Rose’s leg back a little farther and patted her upturned rump while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Lightweight Champion… LILY BURLINGAME!”
Rising only when she was offered her gold, Lily slung the belt over her good shoulder and patted the faceplate. “Rosie’s smart, but it takes more than brains to win this strap.” she told the camera. “It takes heart and the drive to press on even when some lunatic is trying to snap your arm off your shoulder. So to anyone and everyone in that locker room, if you think you’ve got the heart to take this from me, I’ll see you out here anytime you want. For everyone who doesn’t, stay the hell out of my way.”