Post by alyadmirer on Feb 16, 2016 2:41:16 GMT
More than a little excited about what was about to unfold, the Announcer took a deep breath before he began. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger, hailing from Altoona Pennsylvania, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-three pounds. She is the Suplex Machine, and She is the only two time FAWN Lightweight Champion… THE PENNSYLVANIA POWERHOUSE …WENDY SMITH!”
WENDY SMITH:
‘Misery Business’ hit the speakers and it wasn’t too long thereafter that the lightweight stalwart and pocket hurricane came breezing through the curtain. Coming to a stop at the top of the ramp Wendy simply stopped, threw up her fists and bellowed, “YEEEEAAAH!” The greeting was thrown back at her a thousand-fold. It seemed like Wendy’s fired up like always, she bounced around with boundless energy. The brunette wore a black FAWN t-shirt covering her choice of togs, it rippled pleasantly as she moved to the center of the ramp and crossed her arms. Grabbing the bottom edge of the t-shirt she asked, “YOU GUYS READY?!”
The sold out crowd roared when The Suplex Machine jerked the t-shirt over her head and threw it out into the stands. Wendy was clad in a black sports bra, her bottoms were a baby blue wrestling singlet with two thin straps running up over her powerful shoulders -- it was little more than booty shorts with suspenders. On the front just below her navel were a pair crossed of sledgehammers, a closer look shows the letters N.G.N stamped on the heads of the hammers.
The FAWNatics cheered their approval as Wendy made her way down the ramp at a brisk pace, Smith slapped a few hands, but then broke into a quick sprint. Smith dove into the ring under the bottom rope, popped to her feet and tossed her arms in the air to keep the fans redlining. After a few quick circuits of the ring, she strolled over to Al Carpenter and offered him her wrists, knees and ankles. “Tell me, Al.” she said as the ref checked over her boots. “Is this girl as good as the tapes indicate?”
Carpenter stood up and glanced over his shoulder to the stage. “Lily? I don’t think the tapes do her justice, Wen.”
Smith smiled, an expression both bright and fiercely competitive. “Excellent.” Eager for the battle ahead, she backed into the corner and settled into some last minute stretches while the champion made her entrance.
Those assembled for Thrills, Chills and Spills were still admiring Wendy’s pre-match warm up when the Announcer raised his mic for the second time.“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!”
Quick to focus their attention on the brightest constellation in FAWN’s Lightweight galaxy, the Star Gazers sprang up and cheered to the heavens out when the lights went down. From within that swirling, anticipatory murk 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.
LILY BURLINGAME:
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 test against a woman synonymous with Lightweight gold , 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.
Oh so ready to prove herself against FAWN‘s unofficial Lightweight measuring stick, 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. She let Al Carpenter check her boots and pads before hanging the belt over his shoulder. Almost ready, she turned her attention to Wendy before she backpedaled into her corner. “This is a longtime coming, Wendy. Hope you’re as ready for it as I am.”
The bell was still CLANGING when Lily exploded out of her corner on a collision course with the Suplex Machine. Amazed by the champ’s speed now that she was finally experiencing it for herself, Wendy surprised everyone when she charged straight for the Star Strider. She was a few steps slower but that didn’t matter much considering how fast Burlingame closed the distance. In the blink of an eye they were in the center of the ring with Smith reared back, her hands clasped tight for the Altoona Sledge that’d cave in Lily’s ster--OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!
Lily dropped to her knees, leeeeeeeaned back limbo style and skidded clear under the heavy strike. Popping to her feet immediately thereafter, she whipped around as Wendy did the same. “You’re quicker than I thought, Wendy.” Lily said with a smile. “This is going to be fun.”
“Took the words right out of my mouth, Lily.” the sturdy brunette replied. “Ready for a second r--” Now it was Smith who had to tuck n’ roll to avoid the Flying Knee Burlingame would’ve bounced off her chin if she’d been a heartbeat slower to react. Back on her feet almost as soon as she touched down, Wendy rounded on the Lightweight Champion and raised her hands. “Did you come here for a wrestling match or a floor show?”
Burlingame answered with a snarky grin. “Yes.” She raised her hands and Wendy did the same, the taller brunette eager to finally lock hands with the woman who’d dominated the Lightweight Division for the whole of 2015. Only three feet of space separated them when Burlingame bounded forward, dropped low and shot through the challenger’s legs with a Baseball Slide. It was a tactic Smith had dealt with before, but Lily really got her attention when she reached up and ‘patted’ Wendy’s butt on the way through.
The crowd caught it and cheered approval, even Smith looked amused, albeit less so. “You really think teasing me is the best way to go, short stuff?”
Lily stood a little straighter. “I’m not teasing you, Wendy.” she answered. “I’m testing you. I wanna know how fast you are.”
Smith nodded understanding, if not necessarily approval. “That’s the wrong question. What you really need to know is….” she lifted a hand high overhead, her fingers already crooked and waiting. “How strong am I? How strong are you, for that matter?”
Lily looked at the challenge for several seconds without saying a word. She knew she’d put on several pounds of muscle over the last few months, Cass and Syd had advised it since she first came to FAWN and it’d paid off wonderfully during her reign. But the woman with her hand raised was arguably the strongest flyweight to ever wrestle for FAWN or any other promotion for that matter. Burlingame knew she could run rings around the Pennsylvania Powerhouse, but a Test of Strength? That was something all together diff--”Oh, what the hell.” Lily walked up, ‘smacked’ one hand against the challenger’s and did the same when Smith offered her other hand.
Wendy started to push as soon as their fingers locked and Burlingame knew this would be an uphill battle. Planting her feet as best she could, Lily leaned in to Wendy’s chest in hopes of getting the most leverage for “Uunnnnngggghhh!” Wendy pushed onto her toes, cranked the smaller woman’s wrists back and started forcing her down. Lily shook her head ‘no’ and fought back as best she could, but it wasn’t enough to stop one knee and then the other from touching the canvas. Smiling, Wendy ground down on her opponent’s hands and gave them a little shake. “Wanna call it a night, Lily?”
Burlingame snorted. “Yeah right. You’re strong, but you’re not THAT strong. HEY! What’re you doing? Don’t, oh errrrgggggghhh dammit!”
Looking for some payback for that butt swat, Wendy dropped into a crouch and carefully forced her opponent’s hands very close to the mat. From there she broke the Test and switched over to Wristlocks, which allowed her to place Burlingame’s hands palms down on the canvas. Then she scooted forward and stepped on those exposed fingers. Straightening up with the champion know kneeling before her, Wendy offered the FAWNatics a double bicep flex before looking down at Lily. “You’re a great champion, Lily. But acrobatics isn’t going to beat me. Don’t worry, you’ll figure that out soon enough.” She reached out and patted the top of Burlingame’s head, a small gesture that earned a very loud ‘OOOOHHHH!’ from the sold-out crowd. Smith backed off immediately thereafter, allowing the Interstellar Angel to stand up and massage her stinging hands without interference.
Angered by what she considered a brazen show of disrespect, Lily fixed the Suplex Machine with a hard look. “And it’s going to take more than strength to beat me, Wendy. You’ll figure that out soon enough.”
Wendy rolled her shoulders, raised her hands and beckoned the other brunette forward. “Come on then, champ. Teach me.”
The Girl that Gravity Forgot didn’t hesitate for one second, indeed the quickness of her approach startled Wendy enough to force the more powerful battler back by a few steps. But Smith’s strength was nothing to joke about and as soon as she regained her bearings she dug in her heels and brought Burlingame’s march to a grinding halt. “My turn.” Wendy leaned in and stomped forward, forcing the champion to cede all the ground she’d gained and then some! Her back was less than six inches from the turnbuckles when Lily twisted her hips as hard as she could.
Unprepared for the sudden shift, Smith changed places with her foe and ‘ooofffffffhhhhed’ as the Star Strider drove her against the thinly-padded steel. Determined to make a point after the condescending head pat, Lily shifted her hands to Wendy’s face and puuuuuuuuussssshed her head back over the top rope. Wendy stamped her feet and wriggled against the irksome intrusion, but Burlingame’s angle was too good and her own perch too poor to do anything other than smack at the brunette’s hands until Carpenter walked over and patted Lily’s side. “Hands out of her face, Lily. And back off slow, I want a clean break.”
The heiress eased off, straightened up and held her hands at shoulder-level. “More than strength, Wendy. Understand?”
“Yeah.” she muttered. “Not sure you do, though.” Lily opened her mouth, then ‘eeeeped’ when Smith snatched hold of her shoulders and twisted her hips to BWUUUNG Burlingame against the corner she’d so recently occupied. Snuggling in close, Wendy climbed onto the bottom rope and forced the full weight of her vaunted chest against the other brunette’s face! It wasn’t a smother, as she hadn’t taken any pains to secure Lily’s head, but there was most assuredly plenty of jugg on cheek action as evidenced by the cheers of the crowd and the angry snarls of the champion.
“Ok Wendy, hop down.” Al commanded after an internal five count. “You know better than that.”
Wendy did as bade, but her attention was still focused entirely on Burlingame. “That strength will be more than enough when you can’t get jugg off your face. Oh, you’ve got a little something on your--” she reached out, meaning to swipe a finger across the tip of Lily’s nose, but the champ swatted her hand aside and CLAAAAPPED Wendy’s cleavage with a huge, overhand Slap!
“Got a welt on your tits, Wendy.” Lily growled. “Don’t worry, I got it for NNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Wendy swiveled her head to the side with an echoing Bytch Slap. “Got a welt on your face, Lily. And everywhere else if you don’t stop acting like a little braOOOOFFFFFFFHHH!”
The Star Strider hooked her arms over the top rope, jumped up and THWHAPPED her heels into the challenger’s chest! The Mule Kick sent Wendy stumbling toward the center of the ring, giving Lily enough time to spring into a perch on the second rope. Her feet had only *just* found purchase when Burlingame leapt from the corner in a headfirst dive. Wendy saw her approaching and got her arms up to intercept but she was a shade too slow to stop the champ from snatching her up in a Front Facelock. Pumping both legs forward even as she started to swing the both of ‘em in a half circle, Lily was a heartbeat away from planting Smith on the crown of her skull when the Suplex Machine wrapped both arms around her waist and leaned back as hard as she could. The Star Strider’s breakneck fall transformed into a graceful descent, one so slow it forced her to land on her feet instead of her back. Far from pleased with this change in her flight plan, Burlingame cranked down on the Front Facelock and pumped one, two, three Kneelifts into the challenger’s tummy. A fourth was on the way when Wendy sank down and popped her hips in a gorgeous bridge that took her foe up, over and NO!
Lily put all her strength into thwarting the Northern Lights Suplex, managing to do so by the skin of her teeth. When they came to a stop Wendy was standing up straight while the Interstellar Angel was stretched out full length at an almost perfect forty-five degree angle. Gritting her teeth as she fought to keep the other woman off her feet, Smith let Burlingame hang aloft for almost three seconds before dropping her hips to reset the Sup--”NNNNGGGGHHHH!” Lily swung in, spread her stems wide and ‘smecked’ them around her foe’s waist. With the Facelock already in place all Lily had to do was lock her ankles and leaaaaaaaaaaaan back on the Guillotine Choke.
GUILLOTINE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bp-BWtMLEfw
Official or not, Al Carpenter had to stop himself from clapping along with the rest of the FAWNatics, the whole sequence was a thing of beauty. A groan from Wendy brought him back to the job and he closed in to check on the trapped Powerhouse. “What do you say, Wendy?” the zebra asked. “Need me to call it?”
Smith couldn’t very well shake her head ‘no’ with Lily’s grip cinched in so tight, but her hands were still free and she wasted no time waggling a finger. “Don’t call it Al, just keep a close eye. I want you to see how I’m going to break thisssssuuugggggghhh!”
Lily reared back on the Choke until her toes were almost pointed at the rafters. “You’re gonna break this, Wendy?” the Star Strider grunted. “Tell me, how do you plan to pull that OFFH! OOFFH! OFFH!” Smith hauled her burden to just about level, then curled one hand into a fist and pounded a few hard shots into opposing ribs. Burlingame grimaced, soaked it up and grrrroooooouuund her thighs against the former champion’s ribs. “My legs are gonna beat your fists, Wendy. Tap out before you take a kneEEERRRGGHH!”
Forced to admit that Lily was right about her fists winning this particular exchange, Wendy changed it up by applying a pair of splay-fingered claws to her attacker’s sides. Those hurt considerably more than the punches, yet Burlingame knew her head start was enough to carry the day and so she sent another gut-churning constriction through the Scissors. Wendy moaned and the FAWNatics gasped when the Pennsylvania Powerhouse actually did go to one knee. But rather than stay there she pushed off almost immediately and wrapped her arms around Burlingame’s waist. A Bear Hug wasn’t going to succeed where talon and fist failed, it did however draw Lily close enough to keep her from pulling anything tricksy when she rushed toward a corner on the far side of the ring and BWUUUUNG!
Lily shouted with pain and anger as her Scissors fell away, but she remained as tenacious as ever with that Front Facelock. Wendy might’ve admired her for it if she didn’t think her ears were on the verge of some serious cauliflowering. Desperate to escape the noggin grinding predicament, she snatched hold of the middle rope in both hands, reared back was far as she could and then thwum-thwum-thwum-THWHUMPED a half dozen Shoulderblocks into the other brunette’s tummy. That last blow finally demolished Lily’s control over her opponent’s head, but did Wendy Smith pull away? Not at all. In fact she tightened her coil around the Star Strider’s hips and marched her several steps away from the buckles (and more specifically, the ropes). Soon as they were clear she dropped her hips and THWHUMPED Burlingame down flat on her back with that much delayed Northern Lights Suplex.
Carpenter swooped in to count but didn’t even get to ‘ONE!’ because Smith somersaulted over her flattened foe and muscled her back to verticality. Then she wrenched free of the Front Facelock and repaid it with one of her own, the brawny battler just squeeeeeeeeeezing down on the champ’s head. Lily answered with several punches of her own, but they hadn’t worked for Wendy and they didn’t work for her. Indeed she found her left leg hauled upward in a tight Cradle and then THWHUMP! Spirited cheers from Wendy’s followers as she planted the Girl That Gravity Forgot on the back of her head and shoulders with a picture-perfect Fisherman’s Suplex. Al got into place as quickly as before and this time he tolled off…
NORTHERN LIGHTS TO FISHERMAN'S SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6xprmJyT52o
ONE…
TWO…
A ringing SMACK to Smith’s tummy broke the bridge and the cover when ‘TWO!’ was still fresh in the air. Satisfied she wasn’t going to secure a flash pin then and there, Wendy reared back on her haunches to catch her breath and massage the worst of the crick from her neck and jaw. “You are a helluva lot stronger than you look.” she said after several deep breaths. “Unfortunately for you, so am I.”
Cupping Lily by the ears, Smith got up and hauled Burlingame up alongside. Lily was still setting her feet when Wendy doubled her over and pounded a Kneelift into her midriff. Several more followed in rapid succession, the challenger not halting her machine-gun assault until Lily crumpled to her knees. Wendy nodded, obviously pleased at forcing the Lightweight Champion to penance, even if only temporarily. Never one to linger when there was work to be done, Smith hauled Lily up immediately thereafter and switched over to Wristlock. From there she stepped back, dropped a shoulder and slung Burlingame into the ropes with an Irish Whip.
Or not. Knowing full well that Lily could turn things around with even the tiniest bit of separation, Smith set her feet and reeled the other brunette back the way she’d come. Shoulder still low and dangerous, Wendy stuffed it into the champion’s tummy and looped her arms around Lily’s upper thighs right about the time she pushed up onto her tip toes at a rather ridiculous rate of speed. An equally abrupt spin was followed by groans and a jarring THAWHUMP as she drilled Burlingame into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a Spinebuster. Seeing no particular reason not to end this now, Smith stuffed her shoulders into the pits of Lily’s knees and stacked her up on her shoulders Matchbook style for the…
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBbhDP3tNVo
ONE…
TWO…
Burlingame kicked loose with a second to spare, flopping over onto her tummy as she did so. Wendy didn’t look perturbed at all, in fact the careful observer noted she almost seemed to lick her lips at the sight of the other brunette’s vulnerable flank. “Payback time, baby.” Already close, Wendy crawled the rest of the way to her opponent and planted a knee in the small of her back. A Double Chickenwing followed, as did a slow steady tug that craaaaaaaaaaaaanked Lily’s upper body off the mat at a cringe-inducing angle.
“NNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!” Burlingame shook her head ‘no, no, no’ even before the official put the question to her.
Wendy noticed and smirked. “Don’t say no just yet, Lil,” she said. “You have no idea how much it could start to hurt.” As proof of this she ground her knee a little deeper and reefed back a little harder.
“Doesn’t matter how much it hurts, Wendy.” she grunted to the challenger. “You’re not gonna submit me.”
Wendy offered her a smile that would’ve chilled Burlingame’s blood if she’d seen it. “Bad idea, champ. That sounded suspiciously like a challenge. And I LOVE beating a challenge.” Shifting her position slightly, Smith pulled her knee from the other brunette’s back and climbed into a full seat, the curve of her sturdy backside fitting snugly in the hollow just above Lily’s tush. Feet planted firm, Wendy leaned forward and then CRANKED back on the modified Camel Clutch.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAHHHK! Lily wailed as her spine was put through a contortion of nearly Daly-ian proportions.
“What do you say, Lily?” Al Carpenter waded into action the instant that pained shriek left the champion’s throat. “Are you good? Do you need me to call it?”
She shook her head ‘no’, but didn’t bother with a verbal response. That was enough to convince the ref, Wendy however was another issue. The Suplex Machine bounced a little and pulled back again, putting even more pressure on the younger woman’s spine. “Ask her again.” she told Al. “I felt a little more give that time.”
Lily shook her head again. “Don’t waste your breath, Al. I got this.”
“Do you?” Wendy pulled her prey’s arms a little closer together so she could control the Chickenwing with her left arm. With her right hand free, she reached around front and earned herself appreciative cheers when she squeezed the other lightweight’s bounty!
“Workin’ my top?” Burlingame growled through clenched teeth. “You of all people? I thought you had more respect for me than GRRRRRRRRRRHHH!”
Wendy cupped the champ’s left breast and squeezed hard. “Don’t think I don’t respect you.” Smith said coldly. “I do. That’s why I’m willing to use every page of my playbook to regain the title. Holding back would mean I think less of you than I do and it’s an insult to everything you accomplished last year. Long story short, you want my hand off your tits?” she punctuated the question with a white-knuckle squeeze of the defenseless orb. “Then wrestle your way NNNGGGHH!”
Lily leaned forward and snapped her head back to catch Smith in the chin with a truncated Headbutt. It didn’t break the Clutch or even Wendy’s mount, but it did force the Suplex Machine to double down on the Chickenwing again. With her chest free of the challenger’s claw and a bit more freedom of movement, Burlingame bicycled her legs until she was able to plant a knee against the mat. After that it was relatively easy to slide out from under, even though her arms were still Smith’s to command. Feeling better the moment she was vertical, Lily set her feet and started stomping toward the nearest set of stra--”NNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHH!”
Wendy torqued her hips to the right and bustled forward so fast Lily didn’t realize they’d changed direction until the challenger BWUUUNGED her into the top turnbuckle. Her Chickenwing STILL in place, Wendy backed the stunned brunette away from the corner, dropped her hips and popped off a bridge that THWHUMPED Lily down on the back of her head and shoulders. Carpenter knew the bridge wasn’t going anywhere voluntarily, so he swooped in and slapped the mat…
TIGER SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jN9wU7UXPM
ONE…
TWO…
Lily bucked loose with a full second to spare, a heartening sight to all the stargazers in attendance. Less assuring was the huge handful of hair Wendy claimed in hauling their heroine to her feet. Leading her to the middle of the squared circle, Smith abandoned the hair-hold without a word, then slipped her arms around Burlingame’s waist and pulled her close. “NNNNNNGGGGGGHHH!” Lily couldn’t help sobbing for breath when Wendy cinched on her Bear Hug. The pain in her chest and tummy was bad enough, but it was the nagging suspicion that she’d finally met her match that really hurt.
Wendy saw her distress and smiled. She’d seen that look on the face of dozens of talented women and she never stopped enjoying it. “You wanna fight out of this, Lily?” she asked after ten long seconds. “Or are you going to tell the world I submitted you body to body?”
The Star Strider straightened up to better look her antagonist in the eye. “You’re gonna regret goading me on when Al’s raising my hannnnfffffuuuunnnngggggghh!”
“Shut up and wrestle.” Wendy commanded. “Or I’ll make sure to plant my boot on your tummy when Al raises my han--” Smith cut herself off when Burlingame raised both arms overhead and jammed her elbows into the meat of the challenger’s biceps. More than a little surprised about the highflier’s more direct attempt to escape her coil, Wendy doubled down on the pressure but couldn’t stop Burlingame from worming her arms beneath the Hug. Unwilling to give up her grip even when it’d grown far less effective, Wendy ‘oooffhed’ in surprise and pain when Lily bore down with a Bear Hug of her own.
“I won’t ever beat you JMD.” Lily huffed shortly after she’d locked her hands. “Tummy on tummy though? How’ya like that squeeze, Wendy?”
Wendy didn’t get a chance to answer before the heiress dipped her knees and leaaaaaaaaned back, actually muscling the Pennsylvania Powerhouse off her feet by all of three or four inches!
“Ask her.” Burlingame chided after Smith gaped into her face. “Ask the CHALLENGER if she wants me to let her go.”
Wendy barked a negative at once. The champ squeezed a lot harder than she expected, but incredulity faded alongside her surprise and Wendy answered this challenge as she did all others -- full force. Kicking her feet until she was able to return herself to the mat, Wendy released her original hug and smacked her elbows into the champ’s biceps, her counter to Burlingame’s counter the same used against her originally. Lily huffed, ground her knotted hands across the small of Smith’s back and drew her even closer.
“Give up, Wendy!” Lily demanded as she attempted to wrench a few handfuls of quit from her opponent’s taut tummy. “Quit on your feet or go out on your bacKNNNNGGGHHH!”
Wendy secured her second Bear Hug and immediately leaaaaaaaaaaaaned back, forcing Lily to brace her shins against the other brunette’s hips to alleviate even the slightest pressure. “Who’s goin’ out, Lily?” Wendy taunted. “Huh, who’s goin’ out? I can’t hear you over the sound of your ribs creNNNNGGGGGHH!”
No longer interested in beating Wendy at her own game, the Interstellar Angel cupped one hand against the back of her foe’s head and pulled her close enough to PWAK-PWAK-PWAK a flurry of Forearm Smashes against the other brunette’s jaw. Smith set the champ on her feet and Burlingame thought she was out of the woods right up ‘til the moment when Wendy twisted her up, around and down with a BOOMING Belly to Belly Suplex.
Having positioned her hands so as not to crush them in the landing, Wendy maintained the Bear Hug and dragged Burlingame up alongside. A second squeeze prophesized a second Belly to Belly and like before Smith lifted the knock-kneed champion to boot leather. “Not burning hot enough, firecracker.” she said after the latest squeeeeeeze. “I’m gonna snuff you out!” Then she took her down a third time, the THWHUMP of her impact enough to make the sold out groan in sympathy. Finally breaking her grip, Wendy slung a leg over Burligame’s hips, slid aboard and grabbed hold of her wrists. Pinning them high overhead, she leaned in close, forcing her much vaunted juggs into Lily’s face for a domineering…
ROLLING BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEXES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKV8R_S1lQQ
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lily bridged up and to the side, breaking the pin and Wendy’s smother. “Not safe yet, baby.” Smith chided. “You’re not gonna be safe until that belt is around my waist again.”
“Yuuuuhhhh…. your mouth isn’t gonna put it there, honey.” Burlingame responded with far more sass than Wendy deemed appropriate. “So start wrestling or get to steppinNOOFFFHHH!”
The Pennsylvania Powerhouse clasped her hands, raised them overhead and drilled a Double Axehandle into the smooth plank of her opponent’s tummy. “Thanks for the advice, Lily.” Smith snorted when both brunettes were vertical again. “Now here’s some for you. Try not to antagonize the chick that’s been tossing your flippy little ass all over this ring.”
No sass from that, probably because Wendy cut off any would-be reply with a Toe Kick to the champ’s belly. Stuffing Burlingame’s head between her legs, Wendy leaned forward and reached under the smaller woman to grab a double handful of her inner thighs. Then she jerked / hoisted Lily up onto her shoulders for the heartbeat dictated by the Jumbo Sup--’YAAAAAAAAAAAY!’ Cheers from all over as the Girl That Gravity Forgot clamped her stems around Wendy’s noggin and torqued her hips backward, spinning them both over into a gorgeous, albeit improvised Hurricanrana. That abruptness didn’t damper the efficacy in the slightest, as evidenced by the startled, whiplash way Smith’s legs kicked into the air. Lily caught ‘em both behind the knees and leaaaaaaaaaaaaned forward, her gulping tummy millimeters from Wendy’s nose while the ref counted….
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Wendy didn’t just kick out, she powered to a seat, meaning Burlingame was rolled backward and stacked up on her shoulders in an equally spontaneous Sunset Flip. Though Wendy preferred more decisive ends to her bouts (especially with gold on the line) it didn’t stop her from snuggling in against the champion’s squirming haunches and holding on for dear life through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lily somersaulted free of the pin and landed on all fours a very short distance from the challenger. Still seated, Wendy started to rise, then let out a startled ‘UNNNNGGGHH!’ when Burlingame scampered in and pounded a straight punch into her belly. Climbing into a rough straddle of the Suplex Machine’s waist, Lily braced her left hand against Wendy’s right shoulder and pounded a handful of vengeful Forearm Smashes across her rival’s chest. “You wanna settle this on the mat, huh Wendy?” Lily muttered as she planted her hands a little ways above the other brunette’s head. “Fine. This should settle things.” She threaded her shins against Smith’s calves in a Double Leg Grapevine, then rolled onto her back, pulling the challenger over on top. Wendy cursed as she realized what the champ had in mind, unfortunately Burlingame grabbed her biceps too quickly to raise any real defense. Cheers from the Star Gazers and wails from Wendy when Lily pushed up and stretched her legs wide to complete the Reverse Romero Stretch.
Totally suspended and stretched out like a starfish, Wendy could only shake her head ‘NO!’ when Carpenter asked if she needed to throw in the towel. Unsatisfied with the first answer, Lily stretched and relaxed the Grapevine while jostling her prey’s arms up n’ down, up n’ down. The result meant a whole lot of ungodly pressure on Wendy’s spine, the kind of pressure that produced wails the FAWNatics hadn’t heard from her lips in quite some time. “Submit!” Burlingame demanded after ten seconds or so. “I got you good, baby! Just give!”
“NO!” Wendy snapped through gritted teeth. “That belt belongs to--” she would’ve said ‘me’ if the heiress hadn’t sat up and thus set Smith on her knees. Far from a reprieve, the Interstellar Angel got a measure of payback when she curled her hands into claws and sank those tenacious tines into her rival’s heavy curves!
“It’s not yours anymore! I earned it and you won’t take it!” Smith endured another rough squeeze, not to mention a rather stiff SLAP across the face before Lily grabbed her biceps and stretched out flat to reapply the Reverse Romero.
“AAAAAAAWWWWWW NOOOOOOOOOO! STAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!” Wendy loathed the panic she heard in her voice, but it couldn’t be helped. The pain in her lower back was too excruciating to ignore.
Al heard it too and was quick to investigate. “Can you keep going, Wendy?” he asked. “If it’s too much, just say the word and I’ll--”
“The only word you need to worry about,” Wendy grunted, “is Jugg Shock!” Voicing a shriek born of determination and fury, the Pennsylvania Powerhouse wrenched her arms loose of Lily’s control and collapsed atop her in a chest-to-chest pile up. It counted as a cover, but Wendy didn’t even bother. Instead she looped her arms around the back of Lily’s neck and jerked the startled battler’s face deep into the swell of her cleavage. “GIVE UP, LILY!” she demanded of the squealing, struggling champion. “GIVE UP BEFORE I JUGG YOU OUWHOOAAH!”
Jugged or not, Burlingame knew damned well she still had control of the other brunette’s legs and she used the Grapevine to roll Wendy onto her back. Hands planted flat, she streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetched Smith’s legs as wide as they would go. Weakened by the bolt of lightning tearing up from her hamstrings, Wendy broke the Front Sleeper only to find Burlingame scrambling out of the Grapevine and into a very high seat on her throat. Meeting the challenger’s eyes for just a moment, Lily taunted, “Look at the stars, sweetie.” Then she slid forward and buried Wendy’s protesting features beneath her celestially swirled bottoms. Wendy’s hands immediately sought out the champ’s hips, so Burlingame snatched hold and pinned them against the mat.
“Count her down!” she barked at Al. “She’s done!”
Carpenter knew better than to write off the Suplex Machine before the bell had sounded, yet he wasn’t gonna contradict the champ either. So he made the wise choice and stayed silent while counting the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOO!
Wendy planted her feet against the canvas and bridged up hard enough to toss Lily onto her belly. Free to keep fighting but far from fresh, Wendy rolled to her hands and knees and started to ri--SMACK! The Interstellar Angel stomped over and delivered a ringing Overhand Slap to her opponent’s tenderized back. Wendy cried out and dropped back to all fours, making her a perfect target for Burlingame’s next move.
Positioned at the challenger’s hips, Lily leaned down and wrapped her arms around the Suplex Machine’s hips. A good number of fans thought she was looking for a Wheelbarrow Suplex to get some vengeance from her earlier ragdolling, Burlingame however had other plans. Hands knotted against Smith’s tummy, she hoisted Smith up with the Wheelbarrow then transitioned into a very high Waistlock. Wendy reached the apex with her butt pressed to the champion’s chest and her legs kicked out straight. For a moment she felt weightless, then gravity came rushing back in when Lily swung her to one side and went to one knee to THWHUMP her opponent’s lower back.
WHEELBARROW BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XyoqP1osT6I
Reeling with pain though she was, Wendy remained aware enough to roll onto her stomach as soon as she left the other brunette’s clutches. It was the perfect tactic to defend against pins, unfortunately it did next to nothing when Lily grabbed a handful of hair and led / dragged the former champion over to the nearest set of strands. “I know you never liked highfliers much.” the Star Strider muttered while she threaded her penitent rival’s arms over the second rope. “But the next time you think about dismissing a Shooting Star Press or a 450 Splash I want you to remember this….” she patted Wendy’s aching back, “… is what made your back hurt this bad.”
Wendy answered with a muttered curse, so Burlingame slipped out onto the apron and hurried to the corner. A single leap took her all the way to the top and with Smith in no position to roll clear, she only took a moment to settle her footing. Soon as she was satisfied she leapt out into the void, both knees rising almost to her chin before Lily pistoned them down to STAMP both feet against Wendy’s defenseless back.
The crowd groaned in sympathetic hurt and Smith’s feet beat a frantic tattoo against the canvas, alas neither of these was enough to extricate the brunette from her rubber-coated steel prison. Indeed the lock on her cell remained securely shut until Lily shoved her arms free of the strands and helped her up with a double handful of waistband. Understandably preoccupied with that ‘freshly stomped feeling’ in her lower back, Smith didn’t realize Burlingame had her in a Full Nelson until the champ’s hands were cinched across the back of her neck. Eyes wide, Wendy dropped her hips and tried to power forward, but Lily held her fast, then bridged up, over and down to THWHUMP the Pennsylvania Powerhouse on the back of her head and shoulders with a Dragon Suplex. Hands still locked, Lily pushed onto tiptoe, an exact replica of her older sister’s bridge. Al only noticed this nuance after the fact, at the moment he was focused on counting the…
DRAGON SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YRI1SIYtM8
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Smith pulled free and flopped out on her stomach, one hand cradled against the back of her head, the pressed firmly to her lower back. Beside her, the Star Strider pushed to one knee and reached for a handful of togs before noting her opponent’s position in relation to the nearest corner. Successfully resisting the urge to cheer (and thus give away her plan to the prone pugilist) Burlingame sprang to her feet and rushed to the buckles, which she ascended in a single feline bound. Already facing the ring by the time she reached the penthouse level, Lily took a heartbeat to catch her footing, then leapt out into the void, her taut little frame curling into a tight ball that twirled through four hundred and fifty degrees of bone-crushing offense before stretching out to-- Smith rolled toward the corner, leaving her attacker to smash NO! Lily tucked her head and hit the mat in a perfect tumble that took her halfway across the ring.
Both brunettes scrambled to boot-leather at the same time, but Burlingame was a bit quicker on the draw, the agile champion closing the distance in the blink of an eye to-- Wendy dipped under the Lariat and reached back with her left arm to circle around her foe’s throat. Twisting away from Burlingame while simultaneously drawing the startled woman against her own back, Wendy pushed onto her toes and immediately dropped to her knees. Lily was yanked off her feet and THWHUMPED down spine-first across the challenger’s hip, much to the delight of Smith’s fans.
IT CAME FROM PENNSYLVANIA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AF3cgmCnhRU
Bounced back to wobbly verticality by It Came From Pennsylvania, Lily stumbled for the ropes only to get turned around when Wendy gripped her shoulder. The Suplex Machine didn’t bother with a Toe Kick, she just grabbed the other brunette’s hair and forced her down into a Standing Headscissors. A Waistlock followed immediately thereafter, along with a sharp tug that flipped the Star Strider upside down. No hesitation from Wendy, she kicked her feet forward and dropped to her tush with a low ‘thump’ that was utterly overshadowed by the THWONK of Lily’s skull hitting the mat. Burlingame flopped loose, landed roughly on her right side and didn’t move until Smith pulled her onto her back and stretched out across her chest for the…
SIT-OUT PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYlUwln8VFw
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lily inched a shoulder up, a gutsy display that earned her a whole new group of followers.
Wendy was not one of these new converts, though she certainly appreciated the highflier’s toughness in an irritated sort of way. “Good run, Lil.” Smith admitted to her foe in the midst of scraping her off the canvas. “But it’s time for you to take a break. Don’t worry about the belt, I’ll take good care of it.”
Gripping the spaghetti-legged champion by the nape of her neck, Wendy stomped over to the corner and tossed her back-first into the buckles. No need for threats or theatrics now, Smith lowered a shoulder and jammed it into Burlingame’s midsection so she could hoist her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. Fans of both wrestlers suddenly got very loud, one faction urging their heroine to attack, the other pleading for their leader to defend. Aware of and pleased by the cacophonous reaction, Smith grabbed Lily’s head and pulled it forward and down so she could tuck it against the point of her right shoulder. Then she wrapped her arms around the smaller brunette’s knees and stamped away from the corner with Lily bundled up atop her shoulder in an embarrassing double leg cradle. Walking a circuit around the ring so her fans could better appreciate what she was about to accomplish, Wendy shouted, “NO MASKS! NO GYMNASTICS! NO GIMMICKS NECUNNGH!”
Lily wrenched a leg loose and drilled her knee into the challenger’s forehead until she tumbled down Wendy’s back to land in a rough crouch. Wendy cursed, whirled on one foot and rushed at the champ with her hands locked in a chest-smashing Altoona Sledge. It was homerun swing if ever there was one, but Burlingame dipped her head and tumbled beneath the strike, leaving Smith to hit the brakes yet again. Angered by the Star Strider’s elusiveness, Wendy pulled another about-face and raced at Burlingame with a second Sledge on her ‘YAAAAAAAAY!’ Lily took to the skies in a gorgeous vertical leap and locked her stems around the curvy little dynamo’s noggin. In the next instant she torqued her hips backward to land on her tummy while Wendy was pitched headlong into the top turnbuckle of the nearby corner.
Stunned but not dropped by the collision, Smith stumbled backward and ate a Toe Kick to the navel for her troubles. “Brace yourself, Baby.” Lily growled. “This is gonna hurt.” She wrapped her arms around Smith’s waist, whipped her up onto her shoulders and laid out flat on her belly in an emphatic Powerbomb that THAWHUNKED Wendy spine-first into the canvas.
POWERBOMB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bVUFOXHe9vo
Smith’s legs kicked up but Lily didn’t go for a cover. Rather she hurried to the corner and jumped to the top turnbuckle. Standing tall above the vulnerable challenger, Burlingame raised a fist, popped her thumb and brought it down to set off that invisible detonator. There was a ‘BOOOOOOM!’ followed by a THAWHAM as the crowd cheered and the Interstellar Angel took flight, soaring through the corkscrewed Shooting Star Press she called the Cherry Warhead. Lily landed squarely across Wendy’s chest, bounced back on her haunches and promptly swung a leg over the challenger’s body.
CHERRY WARHEAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNdHhtx-Kog
Sitting heavily on the breasts she’d just tenderized, Burlingame reached forward and cradled Wendy’s legs behind the knees and leaaaaaaaaaaaned back in a matchbook that lasted through…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
“YEAH!” Lily leaned back a little bit harder and waggled her tush on Wendy’s rack before tossing her legs aside and scrambling to her feet.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer began, “your winner… and STILL FAWN Lightweight Champion… LILY BURLINGAME!”
The Girl That Gravity Forgot accepted her belt from Al and snapped it around her waist before offering her wrist for raising. Elsewhere, Wendy rolled to her knees and held an arm to her aching, compressed chest while drawing in a deep breath. After a few seconds she got to her feet and walked over to Burlingame, who’d just hopped down from the far corner.
“Got me tonight.” the Suplex Machine admitted. “Don’t think this is a one and done, though. I AM gonna hang an L on you. And if I have my way, that belt will be on the line.”
Lily smiled and patted the title’s golden faceplate. “This is MINE now, Wendy. And I’ll keep hanging L’s on YOU until you learn to accept it.”
Smith countered with a hard smile, what she wouldn’t give for a second fall right this minute. “Good match, Lily. I’ll be even better for the next one. Hope you are too.” She smacked the faceplate as well, pointed to it, then nodded to the champ and exited through the ropes.
Lily watched her until Wendy disappeared through the curtain. She knew she should already be thinking about the next match, but it was hard to take her mind off the Pennsylvania Powerhouse. One of these days they’d wrestle again and Burlingame had every intention of running up the score. Because Wendy Smith was acknowledged as the best lightweight around. Even though Lily had held the Lightweight Title for the better part of a year now, Wendy was still the measuring stick. The champ meant for that to change sooner rather than later.
What she wouldn’t give for a second fall right now.
WENDY SMITH:
‘Misery Business’ hit the speakers and it wasn’t too long thereafter that the lightweight stalwart and pocket hurricane came breezing through the curtain. Coming to a stop at the top of the ramp Wendy simply stopped, threw up her fists and bellowed, “YEEEEAAAH!” The greeting was thrown back at her a thousand-fold. It seemed like Wendy’s fired up like always, she bounced around with boundless energy. The brunette wore a black FAWN t-shirt covering her choice of togs, it rippled pleasantly as she moved to the center of the ramp and crossed her arms. Grabbing the bottom edge of the t-shirt she asked, “YOU GUYS READY?!”
The sold out crowd roared when The Suplex Machine jerked the t-shirt over her head and threw it out into the stands. Wendy was clad in a black sports bra, her bottoms were a baby blue wrestling singlet with two thin straps running up over her powerful shoulders -- it was little more than booty shorts with suspenders. On the front just below her navel were a pair crossed of sledgehammers, a closer look shows the letters N.G.N stamped on the heads of the hammers.
The FAWNatics cheered their approval as Wendy made her way down the ramp at a brisk pace, Smith slapped a few hands, but then broke into a quick sprint. Smith dove into the ring under the bottom rope, popped to her feet and tossed her arms in the air to keep the fans redlining. After a few quick circuits of the ring, she strolled over to Al Carpenter and offered him her wrists, knees and ankles. “Tell me, Al.” she said as the ref checked over her boots. “Is this girl as good as the tapes indicate?”
Carpenter stood up and glanced over his shoulder to the stage. “Lily? I don’t think the tapes do her justice, Wen.”
Smith smiled, an expression both bright and fiercely competitive. “Excellent.” Eager for the battle ahead, she backed into the corner and settled into some last minute stretches while the champion made her entrance.
Those assembled for Thrills, Chills and Spills were still admiring Wendy’s pre-match warm up when the Announcer raised his mic for the second time.“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!”
Quick to focus their attention on the brightest constellation in FAWN’s Lightweight galaxy, the Star Gazers sprang up and cheered to the heavens out when the lights went down. From within that swirling, anticipatory murk 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.
LILY BURLINGAME:
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 test against a woman synonymous with Lightweight gold , 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.
Oh so ready to prove herself against FAWN‘s unofficial Lightweight measuring stick, 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. She let Al Carpenter check her boots and pads before hanging the belt over his shoulder. Almost ready, she turned her attention to Wendy before she backpedaled into her corner. “This is a longtime coming, Wendy. Hope you’re as ready for it as I am.”
The bell was still CLANGING when Lily exploded out of her corner on a collision course with the Suplex Machine. Amazed by the champ’s speed now that she was finally experiencing it for herself, Wendy surprised everyone when she charged straight for the Star Strider. She was a few steps slower but that didn’t matter much considering how fast Burlingame closed the distance. In the blink of an eye they were in the center of the ring with Smith reared back, her hands clasped tight for the Altoona Sledge that’d cave in Lily’s ster--OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!
Lily dropped to her knees, leeeeeeeaned back limbo style and skidded clear under the heavy strike. Popping to her feet immediately thereafter, she whipped around as Wendy did the same. “You’re quicker than I thought, Wendy.” Lily said with a smile. “This is going to be fun.”
“Took the words right out of my mouth, Lily.” the sturdy brunette replied. “Ready for a second r--” Now it was Smith who had to tuck n’ roll to avoid the Flying Knee Burlingame would’ve bounced off her chin if she’d been a heartbeat slower to react. Back on her feet almost as soon as she touched down, Wendy rounded on the Lightweight Champion and raised her hands. “Did you come here for a wrestling match or a floor show?”
Burlingame answered with a snarky grin. “Yes.” She raised her hands and Wendy did the same, the taller brunette eager to finally lock hands with the woman who’d dominated the Lightweight Division for the whole of 2015. Only three feet of space separated them when Burlingame bounded forward, dropped low and shot through the challenger’s legs with a Baseball Slide. It was a tactic Smith had dealt with before, but Lily really got her attention when she reached up and ‘patted’ Wendy’s butt on the way through.
The crowd caught it and cheered approval, even Smith looked amused, albeit less so. “You really think teasing me is the best way to go, short stuff?”
Lily stood a little straighter. “I’m not teasing you, Wendy.” she answered. “I’m testing you. I wanna know how fast you are.”
Smith nodded understanding, if not necessarily approval. “That’s the wrong question. What you really need to know is….” she lifted a hand high overhead, her fingers already crooked and waiting. “How strong am I? How strong are you, for that matter?”
Lily looked at the challenge for several seconds without saying a word. She knew she’d put on several pounds of muscle over the last few months, Cass and Syd had advised it since she first came to FAWN and it’d paid off wonderfully during her reign. But the woman with her hand raised was arguably the strongest flyweight to ever wrestle for FAWN or any other promotion for that matter. Burlingame knew she could run rings around the Pennsylvania Powerhouse, but a Test of Strength? That was something all together diff--”Oh, what the hell.” Lily walked up, ‘smacked’ one hand against the challenger’s and did the same when Smith offered her other hand.
Wendy started to push as soon as their fingers locked and Burlingame knew this would be an uphill battle. Planting her feet as best she could, Lily leaned in to Wendy’s chest in hopes of getting the most leverage for “Uunnnnngggghhh!” Wendy pushed onto her toes, cranked the smaller woman’s wrists back and started forcing her down. Lily shook her head ‘no’ and fought back as best she could, but it wasn’t enough to stop one knee and then the other from touching the canvas. Smiling, Wendy ground down on her opponent’s hands and gave them a little shake. “Wanna call it a night, Lily?”
Burlingame snorted. “Yeah right. You’re strong, but you’re not THAT strong. HEY! What’re you doing? Don’t, oh errrrgggggghhh dammit!”
Looking for some payback for that butt swat, Wendy dropped into a crouch and carefully forced her opponent’s hands very close to the mat. From there she broke the Test and switched over to Wristlocks, which allowed her to place Burlingame’s hands palms down on the canvas. Then she scooted forward and stepped on those exposed fingers. Straightening up with the champion know kneeling before her, Wendy offered the FAWNatics a double bicep flex before looking down at Lily. “You’re a great champion, Lily. But acrobatics isn’t going to beat me. Don’t worry, you’ll figure that out soon enough.” She reached out and patted the top of Burlingame’s head, a small gesture that earned a very loud ‘OOOOHHHH!’ from the sold-out crowd. Smith backed off immediately thereafter, allowing the Interstellar Angel to stand up and massage her stinging hands without interference.
Angered by what she considered a brazen show of disrespect, Lily fixed the Suplex Machine with a hard look. “And it’s going to take more than strength to beat me, Wendy. You’ll figure that out soon enough.”
Wendy rolled her shoulders, raised her hands and beckoned the other brunette forward. “Come on then, champ. Teach me.”
The Girl that Gravity Forgot didn’t hesitate for one second, indeed the quickness of her approach startled Wendy enough to force the more powerful battler back by a few steps. But Smith’s strength was nothing to joke about and as soon as she regained her bearings she dug in her heels and brought Burlingame’s march to a grinding halt. “My turn.” Wendy leaned in and stomped forward, forcing the champion to cede all the ground she’d gained and then some! Her back was less than six inches from the turnbuckles when Lily twisted her hips as hard as she could.
Unprepared for the sudden shift, Smith changed places with her foe and ‘ooofffffffhhhhed’ as the Star Strider drove her against the thinly-padded steel. Determined to make a point after the condescending head pat, Lily shifted her hands to Wendy’s face and puuuuuuuuussssshed her head back over the top rope. Wendy stamped her feet and wriggled against the irksome intrusion, but Burlingame’s angle was too good and her own perch too poor to do anything other than smack at the brunette’s hands until Carpenter walked over and patted Lily’s side. “Hands out of her face, Lily. And back off slow, I want a clean break.”
The heiress eased off, straightened up and held her hands at shoulder-level. “More than strength, Wendy. Understand?”
“Yeah.” she muttered. “Not sure you do, though.” Lily opened her mouth, then ‘eeeeped’ when Smith snatched hold of her shoulders and twisted her hips to BWUUUNG Burlingame against the corner she’d so recently occupied. Snuggling in close, Wendy climbed onto the bottom rope and forced the full weight of her vaunted chest against the other brunette’s face! It wasn’t a smother, as she hadn’t taken any pains to secure Lily’s head, but there was most assuredly plenty of jugg on cheek action as evidenced by the cheers of the crowd and the angry snarls of the champion.
“Ok Wendy, hop down.” Al commanded after an internal five count. “You know better than that.”
Wendy did as bade, but her attention was still focused entirely on Burlingame. “That strength will be more than enough when you can’t get jugg off your face. Oh, you’ve got a little something on your--” she reached out, meaning to swipe a finger across the tip of Lily’s nose, but the champ swatted her hand aside and CLAAAAPPED Wendy’s cleavage with a huge, overhand Slap!
“Got a welt on your tits, Wendy.” Lily growled. “Don’t worry, I got it for NNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Wendy swiveled her head to the side with an echoing Bytch Slap. “Got a welt on your face, Lily. And everywhere else if you don’t stop acting like a little braOOOOFFFFFFFHHH!”
The Star Strider hooked her arms over the top rope, jumped up and THWHAPPED her heels into the challenger’s chest! The Mule Kick sent Wendy stumbling toward the center of the ring, giving Lily enough time to spring into a perch on the second rope. Her feet had only *just* found purchase when Burlingame leapt from the corner in a headfirst dive. Wendy saw her approaching and got her arms up to intercept but she was a shade too slow to stop the champ from snatching her up in a Front Facelock. Pumping both legs forward even as she started to swing the both of ‘em in a half circle, Lily was a heartbeat away from planting Smith on the crown of her skull when the Suplex Machine wrapped both arms around her waist and leaned back as hard as she could. The Star Strider’s breakneck fall transformed into a graceful descent, one so slow it forced her to land on her feet instead of her back. Far from pleased with this change in her flight plan, Burlingame cranked down on the Front Facelock and pumped one, two, three Kneelifts into the challenger’s tummy. A fourth was on the way when Wendy sank down and popped her hips in a gorgeous bridge that took her foe up, over and NO!
Lily put all her strength into thwarting the Northern Lights Suplex, managing to do so by the skin of her teeth. When they came to a stop Wendy was standing up straight while the Interstellar Angel was stretched out full length at an almost perfect forty-five degree angle. Gritting her teeth as she fought to keep the other woman off her feet, Smith let Burlingame hang aloft for almost three seconds before dropping her hips to reset the Sup--”NNNNGGGGHHHH!” Lily swung in, spread her stems wide and ‘smecked’ them around her foe’s waist. With the Facelock already in place all Lily had to do was lock her ankles and leaaaaaaaaaaaan back on the Guillotine Choke.
GUILLOTINE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bp-BWtMLEfw
Official or not, Al Carpenter had to stop himself from clapping along with the rest of the FAWNatics, the whole sequence was a thing of beauty. A groan from Wendy brought him back to the job and he closed in to check on the trapped Powerhouse. “What do you say, Wendy?” the zebra asked. “Need me to call it?”
Smith couldn’t very well shake her head ‘no’ with Lily’s grip cinched in so tight, but her hands were still free and she wasted no time waggling a finger. “Don’t call it Al, just keep a close eye. I want you to see how I’m going to break thisssssuuugggggghhh!”
Lily reared back on the Choke until her toes were almost pointed at the rafters. “You’re gonna break this, Wendy?” the Star Strider grunted. “Tell me, how do you plan to pull that OFFH! OOFFH! OFFH!” Smith hauled her burden to just about level, then curled one hand into a fist and pounded a few hard shots into opposing ribs. Burlingame grimaced, soaked it up and grrrroooooouuund her thighs against the former champion’s ribs. “My legs are gonna beat your fists, Wendy. Tap out before you take a kneEEERRRGGHH!”
Forced to admit that Lily was right about her fists winning this particular exchange, Wendy changed it up by applying a pair of splay-fingered claws to her attacker’s sides. Those hurt considerably more than the punches, yet Burlingame knew her head start was enough to carry the day and so she sent another gut-churning constriction through the Scissors. Wendy moaned and the FAWNatics gasped when the Pennsylvania Powerhouse actually did go to one knee. But rather than stay there she pushed off almost immediately and wrapped her arms around Burlingame’s waist. A Bear Hug wasn’t going to succeed where talon and fist failed, it did however draw Lily close enough to keep her from pulling anything tricksy when she rushed toward a corner on the far side of the ring and BWUUUUNG!
Lily shouted with pain and anger as her Scissors fell away, but she remained as tenacious as ever with that Front Facelock. Wendy might’ve admired her for it if she didn’t think her ears were on the verge of some serious cauliflowering. Desperate to escape the noggin grinding predicament, she snatched hold of the middle rope in both hands, reared back was far as she could and then thwum-thwum-thwum-THWHUMPED a half dozen Shoulderblocks into the other brunette’s tummy. That last blow finally demolished Lily’s control over her opponent’s head, but did Wendy Smith pull away? Not at all. In fact she tightened her coil around the Star Strider’s hips and marched her several steps away from the buckles (and more specifically, the ropes). Soon as they were clear she dropped her hips and THWHUMPED Burlingame down flat on her back with that much delayed Northern Lights Suplex.
Carpenter swooped in to count but didn’t even get to ‘ONE!’ because Smith somersaulted over her flattened foe and muscled her back to verticality. Then she wrenched free of the Front Facelock and repaid it with one of her own, the brawny battler just squeeeeeeeeeezing down on the champ’s head. Lily answered with several punches of her own, but they hadn’t worked for Wendy and they didn’t work for her. Indeed she found her left leg hauled upward in a tight Cradle and then THWHUMP! Spirited cheers from Wendy’s followers as she planted the Girl That Gravity Forgot on the back of her head and shoulders with a picture-perfect Fisherman’s Suplex. Al got into place as quickly as before and this time he tolled off…
NORTHERN LIGHTS TO FISHERMAN'S SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6xprmJyT52o
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A ringing SMACK to Smith’s tummy broke the bridge and the cover when ‘TWO!’ was still fresh in the air. Satisfied she wasn’t going to secure a flash pin then and there, Wendy reared back on her haunches to catch her breath and massage the worst of the crick from her neck and jaw. “You are a helluva lot stronger than you look.” she said after several deep breaths. “Unfortunately for you, so am I.”
Cupping Lily by the ears, Smith got up and hauled Burlingame up alongside. Lily was still setting her feet when Wendy doubled her over and pounded a Kneelift into her midriff. Several more followed in rapid succession, the challenger not halting her machine-gun assault until Lily crumpled to her knees. Wendy nodded, obviously pleased at forcing the Lightweight Champion to penance, even if only temporarily. Never one to linger when there was work to be done, Smith hauled Lily up immediately thereafter and switched over to Wristlock. From there she stepped back, dropped a shoulder and slung Burlingame into the ropes with an Irish Whip.
Or not. Knowing full well that Lily could turn things around with even the tiniest bit of separation, Smith set her feet and reeled the other brunette back the way she’d come. Shoulder still low and dangerous, Wendy stuffed it into the champion’s tummy and looped her arms around Lily’s upper thighs right about the time she pushed up onto her tip toes at a rather ridiculous rate of speed. An equally abrupt spin was followed by groans and a jarring THAWHUMP as she drilled Burlingame into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a Spinebuster. Seeing no particular reason not to end this now, Smith stuffed her shoulders into the pits of Lily’s knees and stacked her up on her shoulders Matchbook style for the…
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBbhDP3tNVo
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Burlingame kicked loose with a second to spare, flopping over onto her tummy as she did so. Wendy didn’t look perturbed at all, in fact the careful observer noted she almost seemed to lick her lips at the sight of the other brunette’s vulnerable flank. “Payback time, baby.” Already close, Wendy crawled the rest of the way to her opponent and planted a knee in the small of her back. A Double Chickenwing followed, as did a slow steady tug that craaaaaaaaaaaaanked Lily’s upper body off the mat at a cringe-inducing angle.
“NNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!” Burlingame shook her head ‘no, no, no’ even before the official put the question to her.
Wendy noticed and smirked. “Don’t say no just yet, Lil,” she said. “You have no idea how much it could start to hurt.” As proof of this she ground her knee a little deeper and reefed back a little harder.
“Doesn’t matter how much it hurts, Wendy.” she grunted to the challenger. “You’re not gonna submit me.”
Wendy offered her a smile that would’ve chilled Burlingame’s blood if she’d seen it. “Bad idea, champ. That sounded suspiciously like a challenge. And I LOVE beating a challenge.” Shifting her position slightly, Smith pulled her knee from the other brunette’s back and climbed into a full seat, the curve of her sturdy backside fitting snugly in the hollow just above Lily’s tush. Feet planted firm, Wendy leaned forward and then CRANKED back on the modified Camel Clutch.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAHHHK! Lily wailed as her spine was put through a contortion of nearly Daly-ian proportions.
“What do you say, Lily?” Al Carpenter waded into action the instant that pained shriek left the champion’s throat. “Are you good? Do you need me to call it?”
She shook her head ‘no’, but didn’t bother with a verbal response. That was enough to convince the ref, Wendy however was another issue. The Suplex Machine bounced a little and pulled back again, putting even more pressure on the younger woman’s spine. “Ask her again.” she told Al. “I felt a little more give that time.”
Lily shook her head again. “Don’t waste your breath, Al. I got this.”
“Do you?” Wendy pulled her prey’s arms a little closer together so she could control the Chickenwing with her left arm. With her right hand free, she reached around front and earned herself appreciative cheers when she squeezed the other lightweight’s bounty!
“Workin’ my top?” Burlingame growled through clenched teeth. “You of all people? I thought you had more respect for me than GRRRRRRRRRRHHH!”
Wendy cupped the champ’s left breast and squeezed hard. “Don’t think I don’t respect you.” Smith said coldly. “I do. That’s why I’m willing to use every page of my playbook to regain the title. Holding back would mean I think less of you than I do and it’s an insult to everything you accomplished last year. Long story short, you want my hand off your tits?” she punctuated the question with a white-knuckle squeeze of the defenseless orb. “Then wrestle your way NNNGGGHH!”
Lily leaned forward and snapped her head back to catch Smith in the chin with a truncated Headbutt. It didn’t break the Clutch or even Wendy’s mount, but it did force the Suplex Machine to double down on the Chickenwing again. With her chest free of the challenger’s claw and a bit more freedom of movement, Burlingame bicycled her legs until she was able to plant a knee against the mat. After that it was relatively easy to slide out from under, even though her arms were still Smith’s to command. Feeling better the moment she was vertical, Lily set her feet and started stomping toward the nearest set of stra--”NNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHH!”
Wendy torqued her hips to the right and bustled forward so fast Lily didn’t realize they’d changed direction until the challenger BWUUUNGED her into the top turnbuckle. Her Chickenwing STILL in place, Wendy backed the stunned brunette away from the corner, dropped her hips and popped off a bridge that THWHUMPED Lily down on the back of her head and shoulders. Carpenter knew the bridge wasn’t going anywhere voluntarily, so he swooped in and slapped the mat…
TIGER SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jN9wU7UXPM
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Lily bucked loose with a full second to spare, a heartening sight to all the stargazers in attendance. Less assuring was the huge handful of hair Wendy claimed in hauling their heroine to her feet. Leading her to the middle of the squared circle, Smith abandoned the hair-hold without a word, then slipped her arms around Burlingame’s waist and pulled her close. “NNNNNNGGGGGGHHH!” Lily couldn’t help sobbing for breath when Wendy cinched on her Bear Hug. The pain in her chest and tummy was bad enough, but it was the nagging suspicion that she’d finally met her match that really hurt.
Wendy saw her distress and smiled. She’d seen that look on the face of dozens of talented women and she never stopped enjoying it. “You wanna fight out of this, Lily?” she asked after ten long seconds. “Or are you going to tell the world I submitted you body to body?”
The Star Strider straightened up to better look her antagonist in the eye. “You’re gonna regret goading me on when Al’s raising my hannnnfffffuuuunnnngggggghh!”
“Shut up and wrestle.” Wendy commanded. “Or I’ll make sure to plant my boot on your tummy when Al raises my han--” Smith cut herself off when Burlingame raised both arms overhead and jammed her elbows into the meat of the challenger’s biceps. More than a little surprised about the highflier’s more direct attempt to escape her coil, Wendy doubled down on the pressure but couldn’t stop Burlingame from worming her arms beneath the Hug. Unwilling to give up her grip even when it’d grown far less effective, Wendy ‘oooffhed’ in surprise and pain when Lily bore down with a Bear Hug of her own.
“I won’t ever beat you JMD.” Lily huffed shortly after she’d locked her hands. “Tummy on tummy though? How’ya like that squeeze, Wendy?”
Wendy didn’t get a chance to answer before the heiress dipped her knees and leaaaaaaaaned back, actually muscling the Pennsylvania Powerhouse off her feet by all of three or four inches!
“Ask her.” Burlingame chided after Smith gaped into her face. “Ask the CHALLENGER if she wants me to let her go.”
Wendy barked a negative at once. The champ squeezed a lot harder than she expected, but incredulity faded alongside her surprise and Wendy answered this challenge as she did all others -- full force. Kicking her feet until she was able to return herself to the mat, Wendy released her original hug and smacked her elbows into the champ’s biceps, her counter to Burlingame’s counter the same used against her originally. Lily huffed, ground her knotted hands across the small of Smith’s back and drew her even closer.
“Give up, Wendy!” Lily demanded as she attempted to wrench a few handfuls of quit from her opponent’s taut tummy. “Quit on your feet or go out on your bacKNNNNGGGHHH!”
Wendy secured her second Bear Hug and immediately leaaaaaaaaaaaaned back, forcing Lily to brace her shins against the other brunette’s hips to alleviate even the slightest pressure. “Who’s goin’ out, Lily?” Wendy taunted. “Huh, who’s goin’ out? I can’t hear you over the sound of your ribs creNNNNGGGGGHH!”
No longer interested in beating Wendy at her own game, the Interstellar Angel cupped one hand against the back of her foe’s head and pulled her close enough to PWAK-PWAK-PWAK a flurry of Forearm Smashes against the other brunette’s jaw. Smith set the champ on her feet and Burlingame thought she was out of the woods right up ‘til the moment when Wendy twisted her up, around and down with a BOOMING Belly to Belly Suplex.
Having positioned her hands so as not to crush them in the landing, Wendy maintained the Bear Hug and dragged Burlingame up alongside. A second squeeze prophesized a second Belly to Belly and like before Smith lifted the knock-kneed champion to boot leather. “Not burning hot enough, firecracker.” she said after the latest squeeeeeeze. “I’m gonna snuff you out!” Then she took her down a third time, the THWHUMP of her impact enough to make the sold out groan in sympathy. Finally breaking her grip, Wendy slung a leg over Burligame’s hips, slid aboard and grabbed hold of her wrists. Pinning them high overhead, she leaned in close, forcing her much vaunted juggs into Lily’s face for a domineering…
ROLLING BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEXES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKV8R_S1lQQ
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Lily bridged up and to the side, breaking the pin and Wendy’s smother. “Not safe yet, baby.” Smith chided. “You’re not gonna be safe until that belt is around my waist again.”
“Yuuuuhhhh…. your mouth isn’t gonna put it there, honey.” Burlingame responded with far more sass than Wendy deemed appropriate. “So start wrestling or get to steppinNOOFFFHHH!”
The Pennsylvania Powerhouse clasped her hands, raised them overhead and drilled a Double Axehandle into the smooth plank of her opponent’s tummy. “Thanks for the advice, Lily.” Smith snorted when both brunettes were vertical again. “Now here’s some for you. Try not to antagonize the chick that’s been tossing your flippy little ass all over this ring.”
No sass from that, probably because Wendy cut off any would-be reply with a Toe Kick to the champ’s belly. Stuffing Burlingame’s head between her legs, Wendy leaned forward and reached under the smaller woman to grab a double handful of her inner thighs. Then she jerked / hoisted Lily up onto her shoulders for the heartbeat dictated by the Jumbo Sup--’YAAAAAAAAAAAY!’ Cheers from all over as the Girl That Gravity Forgot clamped her stems around Wendy’s noggin and torqued her hips backward, spinning them both over into a gorgeous, albeit improvised Hurricanrana. That abruptness didn’t damper the efficacy in the slightest, as evidenced by the startled, whiplash way Smith’s legs kicked into the air. Lily caught ‘em both behind the knees and leaaaaaaaaaaaaned forward, her gulping tummy millimeters from Wendy’s nose while the ref counted….
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
Wendy didn’t just kick out, she powered to a seat, meaning Burlingame was rolled backward and stacked up on her shoulders in an equally spontaneous Sunset Flip. Though Wendy preferred more decisive ends to her bouts (especially with gold on the line) it didn’t stop her from snuggling in against the champion’s squirming haunches and holding on for dear life through…
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lily somersaulted free of the pin and landed on all fours a very short distance from the challenger. Still seated, Wendy started to rise, then let out a startled ‘UNNNNGGGHH!’ when Burlingame scampered in and pounded a straight punch into her belly. Climbing into a rough straddle of the Suplex Machine’s waist, Lily braced her left hand against Wendy’s right shoulder and pounded a handful of vengeful Forearm Smashes across her rival’s chest. “You wanna settle this on the mat, huh Wendy?” Lily muttered as she planted her hands a little ways above the other brunette’s head. “Fine. This should settle things.” She threaded her shins against Smith’s calves in a Double Leg Grapevine, then rolled onto her back, pulling the challenger over on top. Wendy cursed as she realized what the champ had in mind, unfortunately Burlingame grabbed her biceps too quickly to raise any real defense. Cheers from the Star Gazers and wails from Wendy when Lily pushed up and stretched her legs wide to complete the Reverse Romero Stretch.
Totally suspended and stretched out like a starfish, Wendy could only shake her head ‘NO!’ when Carpenter asked if she needed to throw in the towel. Unsatisfied with the first answer, Lily stretched and relaxed the Grapevine while jostling her prey’s arms up n’ down, up n’ down. The result meant a whole lot of ungodly pressure on Wendy’s spine, the kind of pressure that produced wails the FAWNatics hadn’t heard from her lips in quite some time. “Submit!” Burlingame demanded after ten seconds or so. “I got you good, baby! Just give!”
“NO!” Wendy snapped through gritted teeth. “That belt belongs to--” she would’ve said ‘me’ if the heiress hadn’t sat up and thus set Smith on her knees. Far from a reprieve, the Interstellar Angel got a measure of payback when she curled her hands into claws and sank those tenacious tines into her rival’s heavy curves!
“It’s not yours anymore! I earned it and you won’t take it!” Smith endured another rough squeeze, not to mention a rather stiff SLAP across the face before Lily grabbed her biceps and stretched out flat to reapply the Reverse Romero.
“AAAAAAAWWWWWW NOOOOOOOOOO! STAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!” Wendy loathed the panic she heard in her voice, but it couldn’t be helped. The pain in her lower back was too excruciating to ignore.
Al heard it too and was quick to investigate. “Can you keep going, Wendy?” he asked. “If it’s too much, just say the word and I’ll--”
“The only word you need to worry about,” Wendy grunted, “is Jugg Shock!” Voicing a shriek born of determination and fury, the Pennsylvania Powerhouse wrenched her arms loose of Lily’s control and collapsed atop her in a chest-to-chest pile up. It counted as a cover, but Wendy didn’t even bother. Instead she looped her arms around the back of Lily’s neck and jerked the startled battler’s face deep into the swell of her cleavage. “GIVE UP, LILY!” she demanded of the squealing, struggling champion. “GIVE UP BEFORE I JUGG YOU OUWHOOAAH!”
Jugged or not, Burlingame knew damned well she still had control of the other brunette’s legs and she used the Grapevine to roll Wendy onto her back. Hands planted flat, she streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetched Smith’s legs as wide as they would go. Weakened by the bolt of lightning tearing up from her hamstrings, Wendy broke the Front Sleeper only to find Burlingame scrambling out of the Grapevine and into a very high seat on her throat. Meeting the challenger’s eyes for just a moment, Lily taunted, “Look at the stars, sweetie.” Then she slid forward and buried Wendy’s protesting features beneath her celestially swirled bottoms. Wendy’s hands immediately sought out the champ’s hips, so Burlingame snatched hold and pinned them against the mat.
“Count her down!” she barked at Al. “She’s done!”
Carpenter knew better than to write off the Suplex Machine before the bell had sounded, yet he wasn’t gonna contradict the champ either. So he made the wise choice and stayed silent while counting the…
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THRENOOOO!
Wendy planted her feet against the canvas and bridged up hard enough to toss Lily onto her belly. Free to keep fighting but far from fresh, Wendy rolled to her hands and knees and started to ri--SMACK! The Interstellar Angel stomped over and delivered a ringing Overhand Slap to her opponent’s tenderized back. Wendy cried out and dropped back to all fours, making her a perfect target for Burlingame’s next move.
Positioned at the challenger’s hips, Lily leaned down and wrapped her arms around the Suplex Machine’s hips. A good number of fans thought she was looking for a Wheelbarrow Suplex to get some vengeance from her earlier ragdolling, Burlingame however had other plans. Hands knotted against Smith’s tummy, she hoisted Smith up with the Wheelbarrow then transitioned into a very high Waistlock. Wendy reached the apex with her butt pressed to the champion’s chest and her legs kicked out straight. For a moment she felt weightless, then gravity came rushing back in when Lily swung her to one side and went to one knee to THWHUMP her opponent’s lower back.
WHEELBARROW BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XyoqP1osT6I
Reeling with pain though she was, Wendy remained aware enough to roll onto her stomach as soon as she left the other brunette’s clutches. It was the perfect tactic to defend against pins, unfortunately it did next to nothing when Lily grabbed a handful of hair and led / dragged the former champion over to the nearest set of strands. “I know you never liked highfliers much.” the Star Strider muttered while she threaded her penitent rival’s arms over the second rope. “But the next time you think about dismissing a Shooting Star Press or a 450 Splash I want you to remember this….” she patted Wendy’s aching back, “… is what made your back hurt this bad.”
Wendy answered with a muttered curse, so Burlingame slipped out onto the apron and hurried to the corner. A single leap took her all the way to the top and with Smith in no position to roll clear, she only took a moment to settle her footing. Soon as she was satisfied she leapt out into the void, both knees rising almost to her chin before Lily pistoned them down to STAMP both feet against Wendy’s defenseless back.
The crowd groaned in sympathetic hurt and Smith’s feet beat a frantic tattoo against the canvas, alas neither of these was enough to extricate the brunette from her rubber-coated steel prison. Indeed the lock on her cell remained securely shut until Lily shoved her arms free of the strands and helped her up with a double handful of waistband. Understandably preoccupied with that ‘freshly stomped feeling’ in her lower back, Smith didn’t realize Burlingame had her in a Full Nelson until the champ’s hands were cinched across the back of her neck. Eyes wide, Wendy dropped her hips and tried to power forward, but Lily held her fast, then bridged up, over and down to THWHUMP the Pennsylvania Powerhouse on the back of her head and shoulders with a Dragon Suplex. Hands still locked, Lily pushed onto tiptoe, an exact replica of her older sister’s bridge. Al only noticed this nuance after the fact, at the moment he was focused on counting the…
DRAGON SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YRI1SIYtM8
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Smith pulled free and flopped out on her stomach, one hand cradled against the back of her head, the pressed firmly to her lower back. Beside her, the Star Strider pushed to one knee and reached for a handful of togs before noting her opponent’s position in relation to the nearest corner. Successfully resisting the urge to cheer (and thus give away her plan to the prone pugilist) Burlingame sprang to her feet and rushed to the buckles, which she ascended in a single feline bound. Already facing the ring by the time she reached the penthouse level, Lily took a heartbeat to catch her footing, then leapt out into the void, her taut little frame curling into a tight ball that twirled through four hundred and fifty degrees of bone-crushing offense before stretching out to-- Smith rolled toward the corner, leaving her attacker to smash NO! Lily tucked her head and hit the mat in a perfect tumble that took her halfway across the ring.
Both brunettes scrambled to boot-leather at the same time, but Burlingame was a bit quicker on the draw, the agile champion closing the distance in the blink of an eye to-- Wendy dipped under the Lariat and reached back with her left arm to circle around her foe’s throat. Twisting away from Burlingame while simultaneously drawing the startled woman against her own back, Wendy pushed onto her toes and immediately dropped to her knees. Lily was yanked off her feet and THWHUMPED down spine-first across the challenger’s hip, much to the delight of Smith’s fans.
IT CAME FROM PENNSYLVANIA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AF3cgmCnhRU
Bounced back to wobbly verticality by It Came From Pennsylvania, Lily stumbled for the ropes only to get turned around when Wendy gripped her shoulder. The Suplex Machine didn’t bother with a Toe Kick, she just grabbed the other brunette’s hair and forced her down into a Standing Headscissors. A Waistlock followed immediately thereafter, along with a sharp tug that flipped the Star Strider upside down. No hesitation from Wendy, she kicked her feet forward and dropped to her tush with a low ‘thump’ that was utterly overshadowed by the THWONK of Lily’s skull hitting the mat. Burlingame flopped loose, landed roughly on her right side and didn’t move until Smith pulled her onto her back and stretched out across her chest for the…
SIT-OUT PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYlUwln8VFw
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Lily inched a shoulder up, a gutsy display that earned her a whole new group of followers.
Wendy was not one of these new converts, though she certainly appreciated the highflier’s toughness in an irritated sort of way. “Good run, Lil.” Smith admitted to her foe in the midst of scraping her off the canvas. “But it’s time for you to take a break. Don’t worry about the belt, I’ll take good care of it.”
Gripping the spaghetti-legged champion by the nape of her neck, Wendy stomped over to the corner and tossed her back-first into the buckles. No need for threats or theatrics now, Smith lowered a shoulder and jammed it into Burlingame’s midsection so she could hoist her into a seat on the top turnbuckle. Fans of both wrestlers suddenly got very loud, one faction urging their heroine to attack, the other pleading for their leader to defend. Aware of and pleased by the cacophonous reaction, Smith grabbed Lily’s head and pulled it forward and down so she could tuck it against the point of her right shoulder. Then she wrapped her arms around the smaller brunette’s knees and stamped away from the corner with Lily bundled up atop her shoulder in an embarrassing double leg cradle. Walking a circuit around the ring so her fans could better appreciate what she was about to accomplish, Wendy shouted, “NO MASKS! NO GYMNASTICS! NO GIMMICKS NECUNNGH!”
Lily wrenched a leg loose and drilled her knee into the challenger’s forehead until she tumbled down Wendy’s back to land in a rough crouch. Wendy cursed, whirled on one foot and rushed at the champ with her hands locked in a chest-smashing Altoona Sledge. It was homerun swing if ever there was one, but Burlingame dipped her head and tumbled beneath the strike, leaving Smith to hit the brakes yet again. Angered by the Star Strider’s elusiveness, Wendy pulled another about-face and raced at Burlingame with a second Sledge on her ‘YAAAAAAAAY!’ Lily took to the skies in a gorgeous vertical leap and locked her stems around the curvy little dynamo’s noggin. In the next instant she torqued her hips backward to land on her tummy while Wendy was pitched headlong into the top turnbuckle of the nearby corner.
Stunned but not dropped by the collision, Smith stumbled backward and ate a Toe Kick to the navel for her troubles. “Brace yourself, Baby.” Lily growled. “This is gonna hurt.” She wrapped her arms around Smith’s waist, whipped her up onto her shoulders and laid out flat on her belly in an emphatic Powerbomb that THAWHUNKED Wendy spine-first into the canvas.
POWERBOMB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bVUFOXHe9vo
Smith’s legs kicked up but Lily didn’t go for a cover. Rather she hurried to the corner and jumped to the top turnbuckle. Standing tall above the vulnerable challenger, Burlingame raised a fist, popped her thumb and brought it down to set off that invisible detonator. There was a ‘BOOOOOOM!’ followed by a THAWHAM as the crowd cheered and the Interstellar Angel took flight, soaring through the corkscrewed Shooting Star Press she called the Cherry Warhead. Lily landed squarely across Wendy’s chest, bounced back on her haunches and promptly swung a leg over the challenger’s body.
CHERRY WARHEAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNdHhtx-Kog
Sitting heavily on the breasts she’d just tenderized, Burlingame reached forward and cradled Wendy’s legs behind the knees and leaaaaaaaaaaaned back in a matchbook that lasted through…
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“YEAH!” Lily leaned back a little bit harder and waggled her tush on Wendy’s rack before tossing her legs aside and scrambling to her feet.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer began, “your winner… and STILL FAWN Lightweight Champion… LILY BURLINGAME!”
The Girl That Gravity Forgot accepted her belt from Al and snapped it around her waist before offering her wrist for raising. Elsewhere, Wendy rolled to her knees and held an arm to her aching, compressed chest while drawing in a deep breath. After a few seconds she got to her feet and walked over to Burlingame, who’d just hopped down from the far corner.
“Got me tonight.” the Suplex Machine admitted. “Don’t think this is a one and done, though. I AM gonna hang an L on you. And if I have my way, that belt will be on the line.”
Lily smiled and patted the title’s golden faceplate. “This is MINE now, Wendy. And I’ll keep hanging L’s on YOU until you learn to accept it.”
Smith countered with a hard smile, what she wouldn’t give for a second fall right this minute. “Good match, Lily. I’ll be even better for the next one. Hope you are too.” She smacked the faceplate as well, pointed to it, then nodded to the champ and exited through the ropes.
Lily watched her until Wendy disappeared through the curtain. She knew she should already be thinking about the next match, but it was hard to take her mind off the Pennsylvania Powerhouse. One of these days they’d wrestle again and Burlingame had every intention of running up the score. Because Wendy Smith was acknowledged as the best lightweight around. Even though Lily had held the Lightweight Title for the better part of a year now, Wendy was still the measuring stick. The champ meant for that to change sooner rather than later.
What she wouldn’t give for a second fall right now.