Post by alyadmirer on Mar 14, 2016 21:33:27 GMT
Myriad hearts lay broken in the aftermath of the undercard, yet there was still one more tale of triumph and tragedy waiting to be told. The opening line of this particular epic went a little something like this. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, representing the Black Court, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is the Bankable Bombshell, the Rainmaker, THE ACE, she is SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
The speakers cut loose with an electronic scream and the sold out crowd countered with more of the throat-born variety, such was always the reaction when the Ace arrived on scene. Never happier than when she was the center of attention, Sue Burlingame swatted her way through the curtain and stretched her arms in a wide ‘T’ that called down a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro from overhead. At the moment the tawny brunette hardbody wore a snug black tank-top sporting this message: Here Comes The Rain This got a loud, albeit mixed reaction from the crowd, who never seemed to know how to reconcile their dislike of Burlingame’s attitude with their love of her insane ring prowess. The Rainmaker soaked up every bit of it, as per usual, her gleaming smile and dark eyes seeming to glow all brighter with each bit of noise directed her way.
Once the FAWNatics had wasted enough of her time acclimating to her presence, Burlingame grabbed the bottom edge of her tank-top in both hands and peeled it off in a single well practiced movement. Then she tossed it aside and ran an appraising hand over the washboard expanse of her midsection, just one of the glorious weapons she planned to unleash on FAWN‘s most persistent relic. For her match tonight she wore the usual dark blue two piece with gold trim. Practically salivating at the thought of punching her ticket to the Three-peat Club, the Ace of the Black Court started down the aisle with a dangerous amount of swagger in her step.
Easily avoiding all the hands stretched in her direction, Susan abruptly burst into a flat out run, dove under the bottom rope and sprang to her feet. Positioned directly in the center of the ring, she winked at senior official Nick Castle, then turned to the hard camera side. “See this waist?” she pointed to her flawless middle. “Take all the pictures you can tonight, because tomorrow there’s gonna be a whole lotta gold covering it up!” There were boos of course, but no one seemed willing to contradict her too loudly, not considering what the champ and her Association endured earlier in the evening.
PORTIA OPHELIA VANBUREN THE FOURTH:
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
Winning and the VanBuren name were always synonymous and if Lyle’s baby girl had done anything for her Christian name, it was making Portia synonymous with survival. Despite all the hatred she engendered through well more than a decade and the pounding she’d taken from the larger, more athletic, more practiced foes she’d faced, Fortune’s Favorite had survived. And at Thrills, she took all Olivia Dare could give and emerged victorious over the roasted Blackbird.
But now, listening backstage to the reaction given to the Ace of the Black Court, not only having been denied adding an important component to her Associates in the incredible potential of Veronica Treymane, but having lost a vital one in her long-time counsel, Rachel Raker, the odds had been stacked once more. Portia’s battered but victorious protégé whispered sweet nothings into her ear while she rubbed some knots of tension out of the shoulders of the Trust Fund Terror.
“You’re a VanBuren, Baby. What is New Money compared to Old?”
The blonde nodded nervously shifting from one foot to the other.
“It’s me and you, now,” Portia responded.
She turned and shared a handshake with Suguitan, VanBuren pulling Alexis in for a chest bump.
“But no excuses. I don’t use them. I don’t want to hear them.”
Alexis nodded as Susan’s music faded. Portia and her powerhouse moved to the curtain, and when the sounds of ‘How You Like Me Now' from Heavy, the drumbeating clarion call of FAWN’s infamous socialite coursed through the arena’s speakers, they take a deep breath and pushed the curtain aside.
HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVzvRsl4rEM
The crowd rose to its feet as one in one of the most-repeated rituals in FAWN history. The masses jeered Baby with every ounce of capacity their lungs could find. The sound was at a decibel level no one else could elicit, particularly with the slender socialite in possession of FAWN’s biggest prize.
The head of what was left of VB&A floats like a feather over the hatred, the enormous gold plate on the belt around her waist lifting her rather than weighing her down. Next to her, Alexis points at the accessory, letting everyone know the hardware remained where it belonged despite every hopeless effort to remove it.
Beaming, Baby started down the aisle. She slapped her faceplate, then unsnapped the leather and lifted the belt overhead; the familiar, eardrum-injuring cascade of catcalls echoing through the confines at the volume of a jet engine, Alexis beside her.
The sinewy blonde reached the ring and turned her focus to Burlingame. She laid the belt on her shoulder and considered responding to Susan’s smirk if for the crowd if nothing else.
But instead, Portia offered a familiar toss of her flaxen mane as she made her way up the ring steps. VanBuren wore her trademark daringly scant black bikini emblazoned with a green, sparkling dollar sign on her infamous and flawless derriere. Baby’s uva-nourished, ivory skin glows next to the black swatches, her attire completed with green pads and black boots. The footwear contained a green outline of the state of New Jersey, an iconic red circle with a slash superimposed atop the Garden State.
The blonde patrician slid into the ring only after Suguitan widened the ropes for her, Portia’s protégé loudly talking up her boss while assisting her entrance. Alexis stunned in her skin-tight, red mini and pumps, the copper skin of her arms and legs resplendent.
The ring announcer broke in as Lyle’s baby girl stretched in her corner.
“And her opponent… accompanied to the ring by her partner in VanBuren & Associate (Portia noticed the singular version and responded with a glare at the announcer), Alexis Suguitan…from Manhattan and Easthampton, New York and Monaco City, Monaco, standing five feet seven inches tall and weighing in at one-hundred and twenty pounds, she is the THREE TIME FAWN World Champion… Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV!”
Portia lowered the big belt to her waist and caressed it in front of the challenger.
“Did you hear the man? THREE!” Baby emphasized to the two-time winner.
“Sounds nice. I’m looking forward to it,” Susan retorted coolly.
Portia turned and strides to her curvy back-up, handing the belt to Alexis who in turn provides it to the ref. The official showed it off, the crowd growing more excited by the second, particularly when Susan inspects her former property before the zebra presents the top prize to a FAWN flunky on the outside for safekeeping.
With no Raker, VanBuren seemed momentarily lost in her corner with no final review of the metrics. She shared a knowing nod with Alexis and turned to face the Rainmaker, instantly realizing she could fairly slap the taste out of any media mouth if they complain about her not facing the most dangerous challengers FAWN had to offer.
The bell sounded and the Rainmaker bolted into action so fast it’d give her younger sister (absent this evening thanks to an engagement across the country, but that’s a story for another time) a run for her money. Portia saw her coming and knew she should do something about it, but the combination of crowd noise and the dull throbbing in her skull slowed her just long enough for-- THWHAP! Burlingame leapt, cocked her right arm back and drilled that elbow into the welt left by Raker’s chair shot.
Portia groaned, slammed against the buckles and instinctively tried to twine her torso between the top and middle ropes. “GET HER BACK!” she shouted to Castle. “PULL HER OFF, I’M IN THE NNNGGGGHHH!”
Sue snagged Baby under the armpits, wrenched her back into the ring and smeared her against the corner for the second time in perhaps ten seconds. Then she clasped her fingers across the back of the blonde’s neck and pulled her down into a pair of Kneelifts that hit home just above the champ’s navel. Far from done, the Ace of the Black Court stepped onto the bottom rope, hopped / launched off and THWHACKED her knee into the center of VanBuren’s forehead. The third Kneelift draped Baby’s arms over the top rope and all that uva-nourished midriff was too much for Susan to ignore. Tucking the crown of her skull in under Portia’s chin, the heiress curled her hands into fists and pwak-pwak-pwak-pwak-pwak-pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAAKED away at the World Champ’s ribs and flanks until Castle hurried over and put a restraining hand on Sue’s own trim tummy.
“Back off, Sue. And watch the closed hands.”
The Bankable Bombshell raised her hands and flashed him a bright smile. “These hands here, Nick? I’ve got a better idea. You watch ‘em while I watch my feet.”
She rushed in, sprang onto the middle rope at Portia’s right and used it as a perch from which to fire off another half a dozen or so kicks, each and every one of which struck VanBuren’s already throbbing noggin. No warning from the ref now, his count was quick, clean and allowed Burlingame another ‘FOUR!’ seconds to stamp away at Baby’s head. Dismounting without a word of complaint, Sue grabbed her foe by the back of the neck, hauled her out of the corner and slung just hard enough to send POV into a woozy somersault that put her on her butt near the center of the ring.
Quite satisfied with the blonde’s positioning, Susan ran the ropes directly ahead of the champ and charged back with a full head of steam. This time VanBuren heard her coming, not that it meant she had time to do anything other than look up before THWHACK! Burlingame’s right leg lashed up ‘n out, the toes of her boot catching Portia’s chin flush. The Trust Fund Terror was knocked flat but rolled to one side almost immediately.
PENALTY KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHwKj_zpNXc
Didn’t make it any farther than that because the heiress knelt alongside, grabbed hold at shoulder and hip and stretched her out flat again. The eldest Burlingame daughter was often criticized for her ego and willingness to showboat, yet no one could deny that she was as dangerous a wrestler as FAWN had ever seen when she was in the zone. Tonight was one of those nights as she stretched out Crossbody, hooked Portia’s far leg and jerked it up to the blonde’s chin without so much as a smirk for the crowd. As startled as the rest of the crowd, Nick dove in beside the action to toll off…
ONE…
TWO…
VanBuren jerked her leg loose and shot a shoulder into the air for good measure. “Nuuuuhhhhh… nice try, Jersey.” Portia grumbled as she clambered to one knee. “But no one’s blowing my doors off. Especially not one of Emily’s bytNNNNGGGGGGHH!”
Considering their previous battles, Portia fully expected Susan to stay close and exchange trash talk. Thusly she was caught unawares when Burlingame scrambled away without a word, drew a bead on her skull and THWHACKED a Low Super Kick into, you guessed it, the divot left by Raker’s chair shot. Portia’s head snapped backward, her hands dropped to her sides and everything else pitched to the canvas in a facedown sprawl that probably would’ve lasted a good long while if Burlingame hadn’t shot a Half Nelson and rolled her over for a second cover. Bundling both legs this time, the heiress stuffed one shoulder in against Portia’s breasts and pointed her rump to the rafters while Nick and a whole lotta FAWNatics counted…
LOW SUPER KICK @ 00:02
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIZyodvrVqk
ONE…
TWO….
THRNOOOO!
Alexis was on the apron and halfway through the ropes when her employer kicked out. Sorely tempted to continue on into the ring to vent her frustrations on Burlingame, the Ferocious Filipino chose discretion instead and dropped back to the floor without incident. Finally taking a moment to address the beleaguered champion, Susan shoved Portia onto her side and planted a knee against neck to keep her pinned in place. “You SURE you’re fit to continue, Baby?” Sue asked in a voice heavy with doubt. “I mean, you’ve never been the athlete I am, but you can usually hang for a little while. After Rachel scrambled your brains though… maybe you should just surrender that title to me.”
The placement of Burlingame’s knee made it impossible for Portia to shake her head, so she expressed her disdain for the proposal by sinking the nails of one hand into Sue’s bronzed thigh. “Juuuhhhh…. just because I’m dealing with a little unexpected turnover,” she growled, “doesn’t mean I’m going to hand MY World Title over to a showboating flash in the pan Jersey like OOOFFFFFFFHHHH!”
The Ace spiked an elbow deep into Baby’s ribs, cutting off the rest of her rejoinder. Irritated but hardly surprised by the denial, Susan sidled around to the blonde’s left side and threaded her legs around her neck. Ankles locked, Burlingame braced both hands against the mat and leaned back to get better extension when she squeeeeeeeeeeeezed down on the simple submission. Simple or not, VanBuren’s face flushed pink after only a few seconds and was well on her way to deep red shortly thereafter. “Don’t ask her just yet.” Susan smirked to Nick when he moved in close. “Let her squirm and flail for a little while longer. These people like to watch her suffer and so do OW! Bad Baby, that’s not how we use our nails.”
HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AyIb-VGnNJc
Portia’d worked her fingers beneath the kneepad of Burlingame’s encroaching right leg and went to work on the soft flesh beneath. Pulling her left hand off the canvas, Sue reached over and raaaaaaaaaaked her nails across the World Champion’s modest bounty. “THAT’S how we use our nails.” Apparently there were other acceptable paths because the Black Courtier worked her clawin’ hand beneath the left cup of VanBuren’s top and secured a merciless pincer on the nipple beneath.
Portia keened, kicked her feet and slapped at Susan’s gams as hard as she could. “STAAAAAAAAAHHHP!” she gurgled as vehemently as she could. “STAAAAAAHHP YOU BYTCHHEERRGGH!”
Sue did, but only to roll over onto her hands in a sort of elevated push-up position that jerked Portia to a slumped seat. Her head caught in a snug ‘V’ made of the challenger’s calves and buttocks, Portia could only rasp as Burlingame worked her hips and stems in an effort to force surrender. But Baby didn’t quit. After several more seconds of useless struggle she stopped clawing at the heiress’s flanks and happened upon the bottom edge of her briefs. Seizing upon it at once, she snatched as big a handful as possible and YANKED it between Susan’s flawless cheeks.
“Cheap, Portia.” Burlingame snarled through clenched teeth. “JERSEY, cheap.”
Be that as it may, the wedgie still forced Susan to end the Scissors, which was all Portia required. Breaking away as soon as the brunette’s ankles unlocked, Portia barreled toward the ropes in search of a breather and a conference with her most faithful… and only… Associate.
Baby slid under and into the waiting arms of the now senior Associate, Alexis cradling her mentor close. Portia leaned heavily into her powerhouse, rubbing her aching A-cup vigorously. Suguitan led a wobbly Van Buren to behind a post so there won’t be any surprise dives to the outside from Burlingame.
“You got this,” the Filipino Phenom assured, slipping behind Portia and rubbing her shoulders. Above, Susan climbed the corner in front of the duo.
“You sure about that, second-string? Because I think Baby knows she doesn’t have enough back-up anymore and the one she does have is straight outta Jersey.”
VanBuren gazed up at her challenger, emerald eyes blazing. She brushed off Suguitan’s massage and demanded Castle back up Susan. The Black Court’s lethal weapon obliged, arms high and wide, inviting the champ in, knowing to join the slender socialite as a three-time World titleholder she needed Portia in the squared circle.
Cautiously, VanBuren ascended the steps with encouragement ringing in her ears from her protégé. She eased one leg in and slowly made it two. Circling out of the corner, Portia stayed on the move as Susan closed. Baby raised her arms seemingly for a Collar-and-Elbow, though when Susan responded in kind, Portia’s right hand flashed for Burlingame’s dark eyes.
Unfortunately for the Trust Fund Terror, Susan knocked the effort away with a blocking forearm and sent a delving Toe Kick into the pit of Portia’s stomach, doubling her over with an audible gasp. With VanBuren’s rest instantly amounting to no advantage, the tawny-skinned Ace dipped and scooped VanBuren across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry.
The blonde squirmed in hopes of slipping down Susan’s back but Burlingame’s arms held her in place and New Money took more of the starch out of Old when she carried Portia to center stage and sloughed her cargo off her right shoulder, catching Baby behind the head. Susan dropped to one knee and broke the heretofore flawless face of VanBuren in brutal fashion.
FIREMAN‘S CARRY FACEBRAKER @ 00:16:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
Fortune’s Favorite’s head whiplashed away from the impact but somehow the champ remained on her feet. VanBuren wobbled in a slow 180-degree turn, lights on in the mansion but no one home.
A beaming Burlingame rose from her genuflection and closed the gap from behind. Grabbing Portia’s left arm, she raised it and slid her torso under while wrapping her opposite leg around Baby’s torso and legs. The Ace drew the trap closed by linking fingers and flexing her tawny biceps in a wrenching ring of strength, Portia trapped in a torturous Abdominal Stretch.
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7gZMtswEloY
Susan straightened her frame and pulled back on the clutching grip to shred the abdominals of the champ. After a half-dozen seconds and less-than-soft mewls starting to emerge, Castle felt compelled to ask if Portia wanted to concede.
VanBuren spat out an insult on Nick’s heritage he correctly interpreted as ‘no’, but a further yank from a teeth-clenching Susan brought doubt into Portia’s bruised face if not her words. Susan worked Portia like a part-time job, twisting the pale midriff, Baby reflexively shaking her head, trying to move the both of them toward the ropes but unable.
With perspiration coursing over both women and after a dozen or more seconds of resistance, Susan released her grip and added a thrusting boot to Baby’s dollar-sign that sent Portia lurching to one knee.
Burlingame closed from behind, standing over the battered champ, placing a palm atop the crown of VanBuren’s head and forcing the blonde’s gaze downward, Susan appearing much more the Queen of a Court than an underling to Emily. She looked to the crowd.
“Does this not tell you our stations in life and in FAWN?”
Susan glanced down at the subjugated VanBuren.
“Two World Title wins with you ending beneath me. Deja vous, dear.”
Susan lifted a big elbow and THUMPED it into Portia’s forehead. Baby’s green eyes crossed and she timbered to a face-first collision with the canvas. Susan placed her foot between the shoulderblades of the socialite and counted loudly to ‘THREE’, making a point, if it not being exactly clear to Castle.
Grabbing VanBuren by her flaxen locks, Susan tugged Portia to her knees, then slipped her arms under Baby’s to ‘help’ the ragdolled VanBuren to her feet. A silent Suguitan didn’t quite seem to know what to say with Susan dominating the main event. From behind, Burlingame shoved Portia toward the ropes and the Trust Fund Terror stumbled hard before catching herself in them to remain upright.
To her side, Burlingame slipped through the strands and glanced down the length of the ropes to Alexis.
“Be a good girl and don’t interrupt,” Susan said. “After all, when I put her in the hospital, you move up to big girl’s chair.”
Susan climbed to the middle rope and tugged Portia’s noggin into a tight Front Facelock. Springing on the flexible cables several times, Burlingame finally launched into the ring. As she flew through a gorgeous arc, legs momentarily pointing to the rafters, VanBuren was forced to turn with the entering challenger. The golden-brown beauty laid out and PLANTED Portia’s braincase into the deck with the aptly named TrustFunDDT.
TRUST FUNDDT @ 3:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3lUP9Wp4Tw
The crowd groaned in sympathy as Baby’s skull connected with violent force into the thinly-sheathed plywood, though that reflex from the crowd quickly turned to cheers from many as a boneless Baby flopped to her back in a wide and motionless spreadeagle.
Sitting next to the demolished VanBuren, the rout completed, Susan grinned like the cat having eaten the blonde canary. But instead of rolling to cover the ruined Portia in a Crossbody, she rose and stared down Alexis, offering a cute little wave as she planted a boot on the A-cups of the champ, grinding her pin into the bosom of the beaten VanBuren for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Burlingame couldn’t hide her surprise and Alexis her satisfaction as Lyle VanBuren’s only child showed the will that had taken her from the party scene of Manhattan and the Hamptons to a likely FAWN Hall of Famer. That sheer and fearsome force pushed a shoulder up with Castle’s slapping hand no more than an inch above the mat and kept VanBuren’s reign intact for at least three more seconds.
The Rainmaker glanced to the ref with an eyebrow raised and nothing more. Even that was enough get a quick response from Nick, though it didn’t change his answer from ‘TWO!’ to ‘THREE!’
Nodding understanding if not acceptance, Susan circled around behind the prone champion, but made no attempt to attack. Rather she dipped her knees and raised her fists in an expectant striker’s stance. Alexis, who knew damned well that Burlingame’s knees and elbows could ruin a strong woman on her best day, pounded the apron with both hands and shouted warnings to her blonde, but VanBuren’s ears were still ringing from the DDT and she remained blissfully, albeit dangerously, ignorant of the threat.
Turning onto her stomach by the time Castle reached ‘SEVEN!’ on his count, Portia reared back on her knees, clambered to verticality and wheeled around just in time to eat a straight right hand to the mush. This was followed by a looping left hook and a quick, low kick that banged off the blonde’s left shin. Baby grunted and shifted weight to her right leg to accommodate the sting but in doing so left herself open to the Spinning Backfist that Susan banged against her right ear. Rocked back on her heels, the champ could only brace for impact when Burlingame whipped through a full circle to come off the other side with a Lariat that THWHACKED off her chest.
I'M ONLY HAPPY WHEN IT RAINS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F73PYGL1QVU
Susan fully expected the Sinister Socialite to go down flat on her back, so imagine the challenger’s disgust when POV only shambled like a drunk to the nearest corner. Vertical but far from alright, Portia actually put a foot against the bottom buckle and pushed off, a gutsy, yet obviously punch-drunk attempt to come straight at the domineering brunette. Susan saw her coming, drew a bead on VanBuren’s left knee and knocked it out with a pinpoint-accurate Low Dropkick.
Portia went to one knee while Susan tumbled backward in a ridiculously easy tumble that the former might’ve envied if she wasn’t so goddamned sore at the moment. Racing at Baby the instant she was up, the Ace of the Black Court hopped up and planted her left foot on the sturdy post of Portia’s right thigh. Collecting her head in the same second, Burlingame threw her right leg up, around n’ behind VanBuren’s head, then twisted around and dropped down on her back. Pulled onto her stomach by this unpleasant adjustment, Portia started to push off but got forced right back down because the brunette slipped her right shin into the pit of her left knee and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed down on the Shining Triangle.
SHINING TRIANGLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d235bxYcMBs
Sluggish ever since the TrustfunDDT, the Queen Bee of VB&A shuddered to life, the slender lovely thrashing up onto her knees even as she slapped and clawed at the tawny garrote of Sue’s stems. The Shining Triangle wasn’t officially acknowledged as one of Burlingame’s finishers, it had however, ended enough matches for Castle to swoop in beside Portia within five seconds of application. “What do you say, Portia, can you breathe? Do you need me to call for the--”
“Ain’t nobody got time for that nonsense right now, Nick.” Susan said brusquely. “I’ve got something to tell our World Champion.” Resting on her butt and one elbow, Burlingame grabbed hold of the blonde’s hair and tugged it up so that she and VanBuren were almost eye to eye. “A bit of constructive criticism, if I may, Baby?” Sue asked quietly. “You REALLY need to learn when to be satisfied with a win. So you moved your pawn into place just long enough for her to pull off the heist of the century, then you sacrificed her and took the big belt for yourself. Bravo, that’s Machiavellian on a level even Emily can appreciate.” Sue stopped talking long enough to swat VanBuren’s questing left hand away. Another long squeeze followed, this one punctuated by a low, burbling groan from Baby. Under normal circumstances Sue would’ve indulged in a little kitty on mug grinding, but she’d been tasked with delivering a message and the heiress meant to do exactly that. “If you want to live out what remains of your career in relative peace, don’t ever let Emily’s name pass your lips again. Because if it does, the woman in question WILL come for you and she WILL give you a lesson in real power.”
The implication seemed to light a fire in the champion, as she gouged her free hand into Susan’s shoulder and bicycled her legs until she’d made it to her knees. Though far from free, Fortune’s Favorite now had a much better vertical base, which she used to lean into Burlingame’s haunches and thus stack her up for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOO!
The Rainmaker let loose and rolled clear, never in any real danger despite the nearness of ‘THREE!’ She’d just risen and ‘flicked’ her briefs snug against her glutes when Suguitan jumped onto the apron and skewered her with an accusatory index finger. “YO, NEW MONEY!” she bellowed at the challenger. “SHOW A LITTLE GODDAMNED RESPECT! IF IT WASN’T FOR PORTIA, FAWN NEVER WOULD’VE LOOKED AT A JERSEY GRADE KNOCK OFF LIKE YOU!”
Susan raised her eyebrows at the loud-mouthed catfighter. “Are you stealing Lisa’s meds, cutie? I’m twice the athlete Portia is and I’m already a two time champion. I’ll still be obliterating records and selling out buildings when this coddled country club rat is moldering beside some upstate polo green and nattering on about the days when anyone gave to f*cks about HHEEERRRRGGHHHH!”
Too hurt to care about anything like decorum or subtlety at the moment, Portia crawled up behind the challenger and THWHAPPED her left forearm between Burlingame’s thighs as hard as she could. Totally unprepared for the shot to her nethers, Sue rose onto her tiptoes, then collapsed onto one side with both knees up at her chest and both hands wedged against her pulverized groin.
“HEY!” Castle broke away from Alexis to stomp over to the penitent champion. “Keep away from those Low Blows, Portia! Just because management tells me to be lenient about them doesn’t mean I have to tolerate blatant shyt like that! And you,” the senior official wheeled around to hone in on Suguitan. “You try anything like that again and I will disqualify Portia. Don’t test me, Alexis.”
The Ferocious Filipino just smirked and dropped off the apron. “You’re not gonna have to, stripes. I’ve already done my part. Now Baby can do hers.”
And POV was indeed eager to inflict some punishment after being treated like this Jersey’s highlight reel since the opening bell. “I don’t know… how many times… I’ll have to say it.” the Trust Fund Terror rasped as she filled her hands with Susan’s hair. “But I’ll say it one more time, because you’re from Vermont.” Baby got up and forced Burlingame to do the same, courtesy of several savage jerks. “I. AM. NOT. AFRAID. OF. EMILY. WEST.”
She didn’t offer Susan a chance to respond, choosing instead to crouch and loop both arms around the brunette’s waist. Hands locked just below that billion dollar booty, VanBuren shot onto her toes and promptly dropped to one knee. THWHUMP! The Inverted Atomic Drop scorched Burlingame’s already tender undercarriage, leaving her pigeon-toed and practically frozen until a European Uppercut across the chin put her flat on her ass. “Message understood, Jersey?”
Susan looked up and swiped most of the hair off her forehead. “I understand you’ll never have the guts to say it to her face, BabNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHH!” Portia dropped back, lined up her shot and damned near kicked Susan’s head into the cheap seats with a murderous Soccer Kick. What it lacked in finesse it made up for in savagery and that must’ve been fine with VanBuren because she straddled the brunette’s waist, dropped to her knees and palmed both shoulders for an arrogant…
ONE…
TWO…
Burlingame shoved a shoulder up, perhaps out of reflex more than anything else. VanBuren knelt on her haunches and the Rainmaker, straddling Susan’s golden-brown tummy, shaking her head. She rose slightly then dropped her dollar sign-emblazoned derriere into Burlingame’s navel, forcing the Ace into a grunting ‘V’ formation before a Forearm Shiver to Susan’s jaw sent her back down.
“It’s amazing what rattles around in the windmills of Emily’s mind,” Portia spat. “But then she’s just a head case. Plenty of those around. You’re a servant to a head case.”
“So what does that make Alexis?” the breathless Burlingame countered.
The socialite turned to Suguitan, the Filipino powerhouse having heard Susan’s misdirection. Portia grinned and nodded at her remaining Associate.
“Intelligent. Very, very, intelligent.”
Portia rose and dropped her taut little booty into Susan’s midriff again, receiving the same bug-eyed, gagging result, but this time she climbed off as Susan sucked wind. Grabbing a wrist and a handful of dark hair, Lyle’s baby girl yanked Burlingame to her feet and walked her foe to the ropes.
“Maybe this will help you see things in a different light.”
Baby forced Susan’s eyes to the rubber-coated steel of the top rope and, despite the brunette’s squirming, draaaaaaaaagged them down the length of the ring, Burlingame shrieking for the last few feet. A delighted VanBuren pulled the heiress’s head back and SLAMMED her face into the buckle, Susan’s braincase snapping back from the collision.
Baby turned the challenger to face her, the eyes of the Ace bleary and tear-filled from abuse.
“No need to cry, New Money. This will all be over soon,” Portia informed.
Susan lifted a knee into Baby’s ivory-skinned midriff and earned a guttural groan, but it only served to piss off Portia, who grabbed the top rope to Susan’s left side with both hands and used the bottom rope as a springboard to deliver a nasty boot to Burlingame’s jaw, stunning her on the spot.
It had been awhile since any opponent of Susan’s had been jeered, but the FAWNatics leveled both lungs at Baby to which she responded with a thrusting one-armed salute before returning to make things right with her challenger.
Pushing Susan deeper into the corner, VanBuren turned her back to the Rainmaker and pressed her foe in tight, sandwiching Susan then stepping forward before thrusting her perfect behind into Burlingame’s midsection again, forcing the air from the gorgeous grappler.
With the slender socialite lifting and planting a boot sole on the middle rope of either side of the corner, the crowd raised its decibels to the levels only Portia could elicit. Not an eye left her as she peeled her dollar-sign down under the curve of her glorious glutes and STUFFED her bared cheeks into Susan’s mug, swabbing her ass in flawless figure-8s into the Black Courtesan’s nose and mouth with her Bare Ass Market.
The crowd feigned outrage while lapping up the base display on its own eye-catching merit but there were more than a few smiles for the sweet, embarrassing comeuppance for Burlingame.
Susan pushed vainly at Portia’s thighs, but Baby’s white-knuckled grip on the ropes kept her in place, wiping and buffeting until Susan’s been forcefed for a half-dozen seconds. Then VanBuren hopped to the canvas and snapped her bikini bottoms back into place, the sound of the requisite boos echoing through the arena.
Portia bowed as Alexis gave her boss the only standing ovation that was important. Baby turned to Suguitan and bowed directly, Alexis returning the show of solidarity.
VanBuren returned her attention to the greasy-faced and gasping Susan, Burlingame having thrown her arms over the top rope on either side to keep herself upright.
“In case you were wondering,” Portia remarked as she approaches. “That’s how you punk a Jersey bytch.”
Susan threw a telegraphed right fist at Baby’s patrician features but the Trust Fund Terror slapped it aside and delivered one, two and three to stun the challenger. With Susan stifled, Portia scooped the bigger brunette off the canvas and seated Burlingame on the top buckle.
The Rainmaker still had enough sense to understand her predicament and tried to escape to the outside but a hovering Alexis stopped Burlingame from dropping off her perch. The delay allowed Baby to slip through the ropes and climb to her foe. After a jawjacking forearm, Portia captures Susan in a Front Facelock and the crowd murmured at the frightening thought VanBuren might actually go for the Soho Uh-oh not to the canvas but to the floor.
Nick again threatened Portia with disqualification but VanBuren paid the man no heed and dove off her perch, dragging Susan along in the sickening Swinging Neckbreaker that might not have only finished the match but Burlingame’s career as well.
SOHO UH-OH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6gV2hR94OqM
As the crowd chanted “HOLY…SHIT”, both women laid motionless for long seconds until Portia raised a hand that draws cheers from a nearby and worried Alexis. With Castle slow on the count, Portia recovered enough to stand and drag a ragdolled Susan to her feet. Having shown she’ll do anything to retain her gold, VanBuren shoved Burlingame under the ropes, rolling her into the ring.
Portia tried to join her but was momentarily unable. The blonde called to her Associate and it’s left to Alexis to throw Portia back in after her challenger. The ivory-skinned blonde crawled to her café-au-lait-skinned brunette counterpart and dropped limply across Susan, no pressure on the Crossbody but what gravity gave to her mass for the...
ONE…
TWO…
and Burlingame threw a shoulder up!
Portia’s hands flew to her flaxen locks in disbelief, the incredulous look on her face worth several thousand words. The same appearance was plastered on Alexis who slammed her palms against the canvas, crying out “THREE” though she knew it wasn’t even that close to the final slap.
Baby turned to her Associate and Alexis shook her head solemnly. The blonde pushed to her feet slowly, wobbling when she reached them but maintaining her balance as she watched Susan fight to her hands and knees.
Baby stumbled into a backpedal to her corner, landing on her cheeks, apparently overcome by a delayed reaction from the Herculean effort to end the match. Portia rolled to her side while Susan, up to one knee, moved toward verticality. With Castle providing his attention to the risen Susan, Alexis slipped a pair of glittering knux to the champion, the protesting FAWNatics trying to make the ref aware.
VanBuren slipped them on and carefully hid her right hand within her left as she rose and turned toward her rubber-legged foe. As she did, Suguitan climbed the apron, verbally filing a complaint over the slow count moments before. With Castle distracted, Portia wheeled and sent an Easthampton Sucker Punch looping toward Burlingame’s jaw, but a Toe Kick from nowhere and into Portia’s tummy short circuited the finisher.
Baby’s emerald eyes bulged as she doubles over, the gold knux dribbling from around her fingers and falling to the floor in front of her and Susan.
Left arm pressed tight against her throbbing tummy, the champ reached down with her right hand in an effort to regain the sparkling weapon. Her fingers brushed the knux for a moment, then Susan snapped off another Toe Kick, this one aimed at the bridge of VanBuren’s nose. Portia caught it flush and reared back, the hand that had been on her midsection now inspecting her patrician mug for any damage.
Meanwhile the fans roared for Susan to swipe the knux and deal out a Sucker Punch of her own, but the brunette had other ideas. Taking half a step back, she dropped into a slight crouch and waited for Baby’s eyes to stop watering. When they did, the Rainmaker raised a hand and beckoned her forward. “Dropped your toy, champ.” she chided. “Want it? Come and get it.”
Much as she wanted to feel her 24-karat right hook carom off Burlingame’s smug little mouth, POV didn’t dare take her eyes off the brunette. “That’s my property, Jersey. Give it back.”
“I never took it. Your bony ass dropped it right here in the middle of the ring. All you gotta do is come get it. C’mon, what’s stopping you?” The predatory grin on Susan’s face proved she knew EXACTLY what stymied Fortune’s Favorite at the moment.
Fully aware that Alexis couldn’t keep the official distracted for much longer, VanBuren swiped at the Ace’s eyes, then went low like she meant to snatch the knux. Burlingame took the bait and Baby lunged for her instead, the blonde leading with her left shoulder into a short-range Spear aimed squarely at Burlingame’s nav--THWHUNK!
Susan stepped back, pivoted and brought her right knee into the side of the champion’s head. Portia went rolling onto her side, the Sucker Punch all but forgotten in favor of swaddling her noggin in both arms. Not about to lose a shot at her championship three-peat because Castle thought she’d used this bit of dorky costume jewelry, Susan put her body between herself and the referee and deftly kicked it under the bottom rope on an unoccupied side of the ring.
Alexis, sensing the play had gone pear shaped, dropped off the apron with a few parting shots about Nick’s lineage before setting about finding the best vantage point from which to harangue the challenger. Sue didn’t mind it one bit, in fact she made it a point to offer Suguitan her most charming smile as she filled a hand with Portia’s hair and peeled her off the mat. The smile got a little wider as she doubled Baby over with a Kneelift and reeled her into a Front Facelock. Turning so VanBuren’s $ was pointed toward her protégé, Burlingame slung the champ’s near arm across her shoulders, then grabbed hold of some waistband and jerked up until one flawless cheek was 95% bare. This got the crowd back on her side and earned an outraged snarl from the Ferocious Filipino, just the sort of reaction Burlingame wanted. Hooks set, she popped her hips and hauled Portia to high noon for half a heartbeat before kicking her legs forward and laying out to THWONK Baby on the crown of her skull courtesy of a much faster version of Emily’s own Cerebral Hemorrhage.
SNAP BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=75H9nEvxlP4
VanBuren puddled out in a defenseless uva-nourished starfish, but Burlingame didn’t bother for a cover. Instead she raced to the ropes closest to Alexis and leapt onto the middle strand. Suguitan hit full reverse in anticipation of a Plancha or some other twirly nonsense, only to scream her rage when Susan hit her with a double middle finger. From there she leapt backward, twisted around in mid-air and kicked both legs up to waist level, all the better to THAWHUMP the right across Portia’s tits in a gorgeous Leg Drop.
SPRINGBOARD LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpBG8LBXBjU
Susan twisted around on one knee like she was going to cover only to help herself to VanBuren’s hair for the second time in as many minutes. Eyes locked on Alexis now, the Rainmaker stood up and dragged Portia to her knees. “If this is what I think of your mistress…” she hip checked Baby’s jaw hard enough to snap the champ’s head to one side, “…imagine what I must think of you.” Burlingame fed the Trust Fund Terror another Butt-Butt and smiled wickedly. “Imagine what I’d DO to you if we were all alone in this ring, little girl.”
“OH YEAH?! WHY DON’T YOU COME OUT HERE AND WE’LL SEE WHO GETS F*CKED UP? C’MON BYTCH, YOU WANT A REAL CHALLENGE? I’M RIGHT HERE!” Alexis was up on the apron again, arms spread wide, daring Susan to fight. This wasn’t posturing to distract the challenger however, this was the genuine anger of a proud young fighter eager to prove she belonged in the upper echelon of FAWN.
An understandable position to be sure, unfortunately it drew Castle’s attention yet again and this time Susan DID capitalize. Hauling Baby to boot-leather with a follicle straining YANK, the Ace pulled the pad down below her right knee and THWHUMPED not one, not two, but three vile Kneelifts into Portia’s defenseless crotch. Jaw hung open in a scream too large to leave her throat, POV sank to all fours while Burlingame crouched beside.
“I wouldn’t normally win a title like this, but I figured an antique like you might appreciate the irony.” Susan chided. “Go on now, crawl to Alexis.” She looped her left arm across Portia’s lower back to keep her close, then curled her right hand into a claw and slipped it between VanBuren’s stems and applied to undercarriage with hateful force.
The FAWN World Champion threw her head back and wailed like a banshee as Susan mauled her billion-dollar kitty. “What do you say, Portia?” Nick had hurried over as soon as the claw was in place. He didn’t much care for this particular hold as a fight ender, but the brass said it was fair game and he wasn’t about to let a charge suffer unduly. Portia shook her head ‘no’ and reached for the ropes, which might as well have been on the moon at that point.
“C’MON PORTIA, GET OVER HERE!” Suguitan bellowed from her spot outside. “DON’T LET NO PUNK ASS JERSEY BYTCH TREAT YOU LIKE--” Alexis cringed as an exceptionally rough squeeze made Baby scream even louder.
Locked up tight around the blonde’s waist and nethers, Sue bared her teeth in a wolfish grin when Baby crumpled onto her elbows and forehead. “Facedown, ass-up, sweet cheeks.” she taunted. “Good to see the dollar on the rise again.”
“Yuuuuhhhhhh….. you bytch,” VanBuren moaned through the hurt. “Next time I take a seat on your face I am gonna break your f*cking noSSSEERRRAAHHH STAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHPP!”
Susan slipped her fingers beneath Portia’s scant black togs and resumed her attack, a humiliating bit of throwback FAWN for the helpless veteran. “Tap out, Portia.” Burlingame demanded, her tone all business now. “Tap out or I’ll make sure every loser in this arena gets to put your O-Face in their spank bank.”
A galling prospect indeed, yet one VanBuren could live with if it meant keeping the title around her waist. Steeling herself for the journey ahead and against the growing fire in her loins, Fortune’s Favorite puuuuuuusssssshed up on her hands and started to clamber her way to the ropes. It was a slow, agonizing journey, one that stopped several times so Portia could catch her breath or stifle a Burlingame-induced moan. But VanBuren was nothing if not resilient and after nearly forty-five seconds of hell she threw an arm over the middle rope.
“Break.” she rasped to Castle with none of her usual fire or disdain. “Get her outta my trunks, I’m in the rooopPSSSAAAAAHHH OOOHHHHH GAAAWWWD!”
Susan redoubled her efforts, doing everything in her power to climax the champion before the ref enforced the break.
Understanding that her mentor was on the verge of not just losing her title, but doing so in the most embarrassing fashion imaginable, Alexis produced the knux she’d picked up off the floor and got as close to the action as she dared. “BACK IT UP, SLUT! SHE’S IN THE ROPES! TAKE THAT WEAK SHIT CLAW BACK TO JERSEY WITH THE REST OF THE TRASH!”
Susan, now three fingers deep in the bawling socialite, prodded her foe’s sanctum sanctorum yet again and sneered, “Almost done, bikini meat. I’m just digging for a little more gold in this trash heapUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Alexis couldn’t reach the challenger’s jaw at this particular angle so she stepped in a close as she could and THWHUMPED a knux-augmented shot straight into Burlingame’s ribs. It provided a much needed assist to be sure, Susan’s claw fell away at once and the woman applying it crumpled onto her side, knees drawn up to her chest. Unfortunately Alexis provided this assistance in full view of the official, who’d finally reached the end of his rope.
Pushing away from the action, Castle threw a signal at the Timekeeper, who CLANGED the bell a moment later. The FAWNatics knew what that meant and were booing well before the Announcer confirmed the bad news. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via disqualification is SUSANNAH BURLINGAME! However, the title cannot change hands on a count out or disqualification, therefore PORTIA OPHELIA VANBUREN is STILL the FAWN World Champion!”
Even with VanBuren in her vulnerable and very nearly vanquished state, the last set of words sank in and she sighed loudly, shifting her dollar sign back into place gingerly. Portia rose to all fours and even that small shift nearly set her off, Baby biting her lower lip to contain a moan. As much as Portia loathed to admit it, Burlingame knew what she was doing down under, though Baby excused herself for being out of practice in facing someone who would go all that way.
Half to assure her boss was safe and half to insist she’d done nothing wrong, Alexis slid through the ropes and assailed the ref. Suguitan was hardly Rachel Raker in the strength of her arguments and the fact her right hand was still glittering with the golden knux didn’t help her cause, particularly when the zebra pointed it out.
No more than a couple steps away, the observing champ shook her head at the naiveté of her junior and now only Associate. Seriously, you argue with it still on your hand?
The throbbing tingle from her privates starting to relent, VanBuren made her feet and waddled pigeon-toed to the ropes nearest the timekeeper’s table. She demanded her belt and a microphone, both of which were provided post-haste.
“Alexis! Alexis!” Portia shouted. “If you would, get this bum out of my ring!”
A grin blossoms across the features of the Filipino Phenom. The ref backed up a step, but it’s not far enough to escape the catfighter. Alexis grabbed a shoulder and the scruff of the man’s neck. She ran the official to the ropes and tossed him WELL over the cables.
VanBuren nodded in appreciation and strode to Suguitan. The two met face to face, both smiling, Alexis particularly pleased with herself when Portia swiveled the exotique’s head with a CRAAACKING Bytch Slap! The crowd fell silent for a split-second, but quickly a large “WHOAAAA” escaped them in unison.
Suguitan’s face returns to Baby’s, showing shock but growing rosy with embarrassment, a fury emerging behind her dark eyes. It’s clear Fortune’s Favorite wasn’t interested in hurt feelings or angry ones.
“You…YOU…lost me that match.”
“But,” Alexis started to protest.
“But NOTHING!” VanBuren interrupted. “I was in the ropes. I was safe. And YOU f*cked it up.”
Alexis pointed to the softly stirring Susan.
“That’s how much I f*cked it up!” the Filipino beauty argued.
“Did I lose?” Portia asked. Silence. “DID I LOSE?”
“Yes.” came the more modest reply.
“And I DID NOT HAVE TO LOSE! Now this bytch can get a rematch by just asking and I DO NOT NEED TO DEAL WITH THE BLACK COURT WITH RAKER FIRED AND YOU F*CKING THINGS UP!”
Portia turned when Susan made it to her hands and knees. From behind, the blonde kicked Susan’s ankles wide and proceeded to punt her in the pussy. Burlingame shrieked in pain and tumbled to one side. Even that sound brought the champ no pleasure, as evidenced by the look in her eyes when she honed in on Alexis again.
“There is NO reason that she should be walking OR CRAWLING OR STRETCHERED AWAY with a win in her column and a loss in mine. GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME, ALEXIS!”
Portia lowered her tone.
“You’ve got to think.”
Baby pointed to the knux still on Suguitan’s right hand.
“Really?” Baby continues. “It’s like all my words go in one ear and out the other. Should I put you back on a street corner in Manila?”
Alexis’s dark eyes turned to lasers pointed at the World Champion. “Watch yourself, Portia.” she said very softly.
Portia pretended not to hear. “Get her up. NOW.”
It took a tick but Alexis did as she’s told. Portia walked to a corner and laid down her gold while taking a tender seat on the top buckle. Suguitan trudged the tawny ragdoll to her mentor and tossed the stumbling Susan the last few feet, Portia collecting her with one arm while holding the mic to her lips with the other.
“Bytch had some fun,” Portia admitted. “But she and Emily and Rachel and every other Jersey who believes they’re better, well…”
VanBuren drops the mic literally and Underhooked the moaning, unsteady Susan.
“Duuuuhhh…. don‘t even think about it.” Burlingame moaned.
Portia scoffed and leapt off her perch, spinning over the back of the bent Burlingame, taking Susan for the ride and PLANTING the skull of the Ace into the deck with Susan’s own signature Burlingamebreaker.
BURLINGAMEBREAKER @ 3:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qlUvUoqtnds
The Rainmaker slopped into a spread-eagled puddle while Suguitan helped Portia to her feet.
“My belt,” VanBuren barked. Alexis retrieved the prize and handed it to her boss.
“Better,” Baby added as she slung the leather and gold over a shoulder.
“I believe a point has been made to the Black Court,” Portia informed everyone listening in the first few rows. “And I believe a couple wayward sisters have an appointment to receive the next one.”
Alexis led Portia out of the ring, holding the ropes wide for her boss and helping her to the floor before running point on their trip to the back in case Emily might be so poorly educated as to look for revenge on the way.
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
The speakers cut loose with an electronic scream and the sold out crowd countered with more of the throat-born variety, such was always the reaction when the Ace arrived on scene. Never happier than when she was the center of attention, Sue Burlingame swatted her way through the curtain and stretched her arms in a wide ‘T’ that called down a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro from overhead. At the moment the tawny brunette hardbody wore a snug black tank-top sporting this message: Here Comes The Rain This got a loud, albeit mixed reaction from the crowd, who never seemed to know how to reconcile their dislike of Burlingame’s attitude with their love of her insane ring prowess. The Rainmaker soaked up every bit of it, as per usual, her gleaming smile and dark eyes seeming to glow all brighter with each bit of noise directed her way.
Once the FAWNatics had wasted enough of her time acclimating to her presence, Burlingame grabbed the bottom edge of her tank-top in both hands and peeled it off in a single well practiced movement. Then she tossed it aside and ran an appraising hand over the washboard expanse of her midsection, just one of the glorious weapons she planned to unleash on FAWN‘s most persistent relic. For her match tonight she wore the usual dark blue two piece with gold trim. Practically salivating at the thought of punching her ticket to the Three-peat Club, the Ace of the Black Court started down the aisle with a dangerous amount of swagger in her step.
Easily avoiding all the hands stretched in her direction, Susan abruptly burst into a flat out run, dove under the bottom rope and sprang to her feet. Positioned directly in the center of the ring, she winked at senior official Nick Castle, then turned to the hard camera side. “See this waist?” she pointed to her flawless middle. “Take all the pictures you can tonight, because tomorrow there’s gonna be a whole lotta gold covering it up!” There were boos of course, but no one seemed willing to contradict her too loudly, not considering what the champ and her Association endured earlier in the evening.
PORTIA OPHELIA VANBUREN THE FOURTH:
ALEXIS SUGUITAN:
Winning and the VanBuren name were always synonymous and if Lyle’s baby girl had done anything for her Christian name, it was making Portia synonymous with survival. Despite all the hatred she engendered through well more than a decade and the pounding she’d taken from the larger, more athletic, more practiced foes she’d faced, Fortune’s Favorite had survived. And at Thrills, she took all Olivia Dare could give and emerged victorious over the roasted Blackbird.
But now, listening backstage to the reaction given to the Ace of the Black Court, not only having been denied adding an important component to her Associates in the incredible potential of Veronica Treymane, but having lost a vital one in her long-time counsel, Rachel Raker, the odds had been stacked once more. Portia’s battered but victorious protégé whispered sweet nothings into her ear while she rubbed some knots of tension out of the shoulders of the Trust Fund Terror.
“You’re a VanBuren, Baby. What is New Money compared to Old?”
The blonde nodded nervously shifting from one foot to the other.
“It’s me and you, now,” Portia responded.
She turned and shared a handshake with Suguitan, VanBuren pulling Alexis in for a chest bump.
“But no excuses. I don’t use them. I don’t want to hear them.”
Alexis nodded as Susan’s music faded. Portia and her powerhouse moved to the curtain, and when the sounds of ‘How You Like Me Now' from Heavy, the drumbeating clarion call of FAWN’s infamous socialite coursed through the arena’s speakers, they take a deep breath and pushed the curtain aside.
HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVzvRsl4rEM
The crowd rose to its feet as one in one of the most-repeated rituals in FAWN history. The masses jeered Baby with every ounce of capacity their lungs could find. The sound was at a decibel level no one else could elicit, particularly with the slender socialite in possession of FAWN’s biggest prize.
The head of what was left of VB&A floats like a feather over the hatred, the enormous gold plate on the belt around her waist lifting her rather than weighing her down. Next to her, Alexis points at the accessory, letting everyone know the hardware remained where it belonged despite every hopeless effort to remove it.
Beaming, Baby started down the aisle. She slapped her faceplate, then unsnapped the leather and lifted the belt overhead; the familiar, eardrum-injuring cascade of catcalls echoing through the confines at the volume of a jet engine, Alexis beside her.
The sinewy blonde reached the ring and turned her focus to Burlingame. She laid the belt on her shoulder and considered responding to Susan’s smirk if for the crowd if nothing else.
But instead, Portia offered a familiar toss of her flaxen mane as she made her way up the ring steps. VanBuren wore her trademark daringly scant black bikini emblazoned with a green, sparkling dollar sign on her infamous and flawless derriere. Baby’s uva-nourished, ivory skin glows next to the black swatches, her attire completed with green pads and black boots. The footwear contained a green outline of the state of New Jersey, an iconic red circle with a slash superimposed atop the Garden State.
The blonde patrician slid into the ring only after Suguitan widened the ropes for her, Portia’s protégé loudly talking up her boss while assisting her entrance. Alexis stunned in her skin-tight, red mini and pumps, the copper skin of her arms and legs resplendent.
The ring announcer broke in as Lyle’s baby girl stretched in her corner.
“And her opponent… accompanied to the ring by her partner in VanBuren & Associate (Portia noticed the singular version and responded with a glare at the announcer), Alexis Suguitan…from Manhattan and Easthampton, New York and Monaco City, Monaco, standing five feet seven inches tall and weighing in at one-hundred and twenty pounds, she is the THREE TIME FAWN World Champion… Portia Ophelia VanBuren IV!”
Portia lowered the big belt to her waist and caressed it in front of the challenger.
“Did you hear the man? THREE!” Baby emphasized to the two-time winner.
“Sounds nice. I’m looking forward to it,” Susan retorted coolly.
Portia turned and strides to her curvy back-up, handing the belt to Alexis who in turn provides it to the ref. The official showed it off, the crowd growing more excited by the second, particularly when Susan inspects her former property before the zebra presents the top prize to a FAWN flunky on the outside for safekeeping.
With no Raker, VanBuren seemed momentarily lost in her corner with no final review of the metrics. She shared a knowing nod with Alexis and turned to face the Rainmaker, instantly realizing she could fairly slap the taste out of any media mouth if they complain about her not facing the most dangerous challengers FAWN had to offer.
The bell sounded and the Rainmaker bolted into action so fast it’d give her younger sister (absent this evening thanks to an engagement across the country, but that’s a story for another time) a run for her money. Portia saw her coming and knew she should do something about it, but the combination of crowd noise and the dull throbbing in her skull slowed her just long enough for-- THWHAP! Burlingame leapt, cocked her right arm back and drilled that elbow into the welt left by Raker’s chair shot.
Portia groaned, slammed against the buckles and instinctively tried to twine her torso between the top and middle ropes. “GET HER BACK!” she shouted to Castle. “PULL HER OFF, I’M IN THE NNNGGGGHHH!”
Sue snagged Baby under the armpits, wrenched her back into the ring and smeared her against the corner for the second time in perhaps ten seconds. Then she clasped her fingers across the back of the blonde’s neck and pulled her down into a pair of Kneelifts that hit home just above the champ’s navel. Far from done, the Ace of the Black Court stepped onto the bottom rope, hopped / launched off and THWHACKED her knee into the center of VanBuren’s forehead. The third Kneelift draped Baby’s arms over the top rope and all that uva-nourished midriff was too much for Susan to ignore. Tucking the crown of her skull in under Portia’s chin, the heiress curled her hands into fists and pwak-pwak-pwak-pwak-pwak-pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAAKED away at the World Champ’s ribs and flanks until Castle hurried over and put a restraining hand on Sue’s own trim tummy.
“Back off, Sue. And watch the closed hands.”
The Bankable Bombshell raised her hands and flashed him a bright smile. “These hands here, Nick? I’ve got a better idea. You watch ‘em while I watch my feet.”
She rushed in, sprang onto the middle rope at Portia’s right and used it as a perch from which to fire off another half a dozen or so kicks, each and every one of which struck VanBuren’s already throbbing noggin. No warning from the ref now, his count was quick, clean and allowed Burlingame another ‘FOUR!’ seconds to stamp away at Baby’s head. Dismounting without a word of complaint, Sue grabbed her foe by the back of the neck, hauled her out of the corner and slung just hard enough to send POV into a woozy somersault that put her on her butt near the center of the ring.
Quite satisfied with the blonde’s positioning, Susan ran the ropes directly ahead of the champ and charged back with a full head of steam. This time VanBuren heard her coming, not that it meant she had time to do anything other than look up before THWHACK! Burlingame’s right leg lashed up ‘n out, the toes of her boot catching Portia’s chin flush. The Trust Fund Terror was knocked flat but rolled to one side almost immediately.
PENALTY KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHwKj_zpNXc
Didn’t make it any farther than that because the heiress knelt alongside, grabbed hold at shoulder and hip and stretched her out flat again. The eldest Burlingame daughter was often criticized for her ego and willingness to showboat, yet no one could deny that she was as dangerous a wrestler as FAWN had ever seen when she was in the zone. Tonight was one of those nights as she stretched out Crossbody, hooked Portia’s far leg and jerked it up to the blonde’s chin without so much as a smirk for the crowd. As startled as the rest of the crowd, Nick dove in beside the action to toll off…
ONE…
TWO…
VanBuren jerked her leg loose and shot a shoulder into the air for good measure. “Nuuuuhhhhh… nice try, Jersey.” Portia grumbled as she clambered to one knee. “But no one’s blowing my doors off. Especially not one of Emily’s bytNNNNGGGGGGHH!”
Considering their previous battles, Portia fully expected Susan to stay close and exchange trash talk. Thusly she was caught unawares when Burlingame scrambled away without a word, drew a bead on her skull and THWHACKED a Low Super Kick into, you guessed it, the divot left by Raker’s chair shot. Portia’s head snapped backward, her hands dropped to her sides and everything else pitched to the canvas in a facedown sprawl that probably would’ve lasted a good long while if Burlingame hadn’t shot a Half Nelson and rolled her over for a second cover. Bundling both legs this time, the heiress stuffed one shoulder in against Portia’s breasts and pointed her rump to the rafters while Nick and a whole lotta FAWNatics counted…
LOW SUPER KICK @ 00:02
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIZyodvrVqk
ONE…
TWO….
THRNOOOO!
Alexis was on the apron and halfway through the ropes when her employer kicked out. Sorely tempted to continue on into the ring to vent her frustrations on Burlingame, the Ferocious Filipino chose discretion instead and dropped back to the floor without incident. Finally taking a moment to address the beleaguered champion, Susan shoved Portia onto her side and planted a knee against neck to keep her pinned in place. “You SURE you’re fit to continue, Baby?” Sue asked in a voice heavy with doubt. “I mean, you’ve never been the athlete I am, but you can usually hang for a little while. After Rachel scrambled your brains though… maybe you should just surrender that title to me.”
The placement of Burlingame’s knee made it impossible for Portia to shake her head, so she expressed her disdain for the proposal by sinking the nails of one hand into Sue’s bronzed thigh. “Juuuhhhh…. just because I’m dealing with a little unexpected turnover,” she growled, “doesn’t mean I’m going to hand MY World Title over to a showboating flash in the pan Jersey like OOOFFFFFFFHHHH!”
The Ace spiked an elbow deep into Baby’s ribs, cutting off the rest of her rejoinder. Irritated but hardly surprised by the denial, Susan sidled around to the blonde’s left side and threaded her legs around her neck. Ankles locked, Burlingame braced both hands against the mat and leaned back to get better extension when she squeeeeeeeeeeeezed down on the simple submission. Simple or not, VanBuren’s face flushed pink after only a few seconds and was well on her way to deep red shortly thereafter. “Don’t ask her just yet.” Susan smirked to Nick when he moved in close. “Let her squirm and flail for a little while longer. These people like to watch her suffer and so do OW! Bad Baby, that’s not how we use our nails.”
HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AyIb-VGnNJc
Portia’d worked her fingers beneath the kneepad of Burlingame’s encroaching right leg and went to work on the soft flesh beneath. Pulling her left hand off the canvas, Sue reached over and raaaaaaaaaaked her nails across the World Champion’s modest bounty. “THAT’S how we use our nails.” Apparently there were other acceptable paths because the Black Courtier worked her clawin’ hand beneath the left cup of VanBuren’s top and secured a merciless pincer on the nipple beneath.
Portia keened, kicked her feet and slapped at Susan’s gams as hard as she could. “STAAAAAAAAAHHHP!” she gurgled as vehemently as she could. “STAAAAAAHHP YOU BYTCHHEERRGGH!”
Sue did, but only to roll over onto her hands in a sort of elevated push-up position that jerked Portia to a slumped seat. Her head caught in a snug ‘V’ made of the challenger’s calves and buttocks, Portia could only rasp as Burlingame worked her hips and stems in an effort to force surrender. But Baby didn’t quit. After several more seconds of useless struggle she stopped clawing at the heiress’s flanks and happened upon the bottom edge of her briefs. Seizing upon it at once, she snatched as big a handful as possible and YANKED it between Susan’s flawless cheeks.
“Cheap, Portia.” Burlingame snarled through clenched teeth. “JERSEY, cheap.”
Be that as it may, the wedgie still forced Susan to end the Scissors, which was all Portia required. Breaking away as soon as the brunette’s ankles unlocked, Portia barreled toward the ropes in search of a breather and a conference with her most faithful… and only… Associate.
Baby slid under and into the waiting arms of the now senior Associate, Alexis cradling her mentor close. Portia leaned heavily into her powerhouse, rubbing her aching A-cup vigorously. Suguitan led a wobbly Van Buren to behind a post so there won’t be any surprise dives to the outside from Burlingame.
“You got this,” the Filipino Phenom assured, slipping behind Portia and rubbing her shoulders. Above, Susan climbed the corner in front of the duo.
“You sure about that, second-string? Because I think Baby knows she doesn’t have enough back-up anymore and the one she does have is straight outta Jersey.”
VanBuren gazed up at her challenger, emerald eyes blazing. She brushed off Suguitan’s massage and demanded Castle back up Susan. The Black Court’s lethal weapon obliged, arms high and wide, inviting the champ in, knowing to join the slender socialite as a three-time World titleholder she needed Portia in the squared circle.
Cautiously, VanBuren ascended the steps with encouragement ringing in her ears from her protégé. She eased one leg in and slowly made it two. Circling out of the corner, Portia stayed on the move as Susan closed. Baby raised her arms seemingly for a Collar-and-Elbow, though when Susan responded in kind, Portia’s right hand flashed for Burlingame’s dark eyes.
Unfortunately for the Trust Fund Terror, Susan knocked the effort away with a blocking forearm and sent a delving Toe Kick into the pit of Portia’s stomach, doubling her over with an audible gasp. With VanBuren’s rest instantly amounting to no advantage, the tawny-skinned Ace dipped and scooped VanBuren across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry.
The blonde squirmed in hopes of slipping down Susan’s back but Burlingame’s arms held her in place and New Money took more of the starch out of Old when she carried Portia to center stage and sloughed her cargo off her right shoulder, catching Baby behind the head. Susan dropped to one knee and broke the heretofore flawless face of VanBuren in brutal fashion.
FIREMAN‘S CARRY FACEBRAKER @ 00:16:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
Fortune’s Favorite’s head whiplashed away from the impact but somehow the champ remained on her feet. VanBuren wobbled in a slow 180-degree turn, lights on in the mansion but no one home.
A beaming Burlingame rose from her genuflection and closed the gap from behind. Grabbing Portia’s left arm, she raised it and slid her torso under while wrapping her opposite leg around Baby’s torso and legs. The Ace drew the trap closed by linking fingers and flexing her tawny biceps in a wrenching ring of strength, Portia trapped in a torturous Abdominal Stretch.
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7gZMtswEloY
Susan straightened her frame and pulled back on the clutching grip to shred the abdominals of the champ. After a half-dozen seconds and less-than-soft mewls starting to emerge, Castle felt compelled to ask if Portia wanted to concede.
VanBuren spat out an insult on Nick’s heritage he correctly interpreted as ‘no’, but a further yank from a teeth-clenching Susan brought doubt into Portia’s bruised face if not her words. Susan worked Portia like a part-time job, twisting the pale midriff, Baby reflexively shaking her head, trying to move the both of them toward the ropes but unable.
With perspiration coursing over both women and after a dozen or more seconds of resistance, Susan released her grip and added a thrusting boot to Baby’s dollar-sign that sent Portia lurching to one knee.
Burlingame closed from behind, standing over the battered champ, placing a palm atop the crown of VanBuren’s head and forcing the blonde’s gaze downward, Susan appearing much more the Queen of a Court than an underling to Emily. She looked to the crowd.
“Does this not tell you our stations in life and in FAWN?”
Susan glanced down at the subjugated VanBuren.
“Two World Title wins with you ending beneath me. Deja vous, dear.”
Susan lifted a big elbow and THUMPED it into Portia’s forehead. Baby’s green eyes crossed and she timbered to a face-first collision with the canvas. Susan placed her foot between the shoulderblades of the socialite and counted loudly to ‘THREE’, making a point, if it not being exactly clear to Castle.
Grabbing VanBuren by her flaxen locks, Susan tugged Portia to her knees, then slipped her arms under Baby’s to ‘help’ the ragdolled VanBuren to her feet. A silent Suguitan didn’t quite seem to know what to say with Susan dominating the main event. From behind, Burlingame shoved Portia toward the ropes and the Trust Fund Terror stumbled hard before catching herself in them to remain upright.
To her side, Burlingame slipped through the strands and glanced down the length of the ropes to Alexis.
“Be a good girl and don’t interrupt,” Susan said. “After all, when I put her in the hospital, you move up to big girl’s chair.”
Susan climbed to the middle rope and tugged Portia’s noggin into a tight Front Facelock. Springing on the flexible cables several times, Burlingame finally launched into the ring. As she flew through a gorgeous arc, legs momentarily pointing to the rafters, VanBuren was forced to turn with the entering challenger. The golden-brown beauty laid out and PLANTED Portia’s braincase into the deck with the aptly named TrustFunDDT.
TRUST FUNDDT @ 3:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3lUP9Wp4Tw
The crowd groaned in sympathy as Baby’s skull connected with violent force into the thinly-sheathed plywood, though that reflex from the crowd quickly turned to cheers from many as a boneless Baby flopped to her back in a wide and motionless spreadeagle.
Sitting next to the demolished VanBuren, the rout completed, Susan grinned like the cat having eaten the blonde canary. But instead of rolling to cover the ruined Portia in a Crossbody, she rose and stared down Alexis, offering a cute little wave as she planted a boot on the A-cups of the champ, grinding her pin into the bosom of the beaten VanBuren for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Burlingame couldn’t hide her surprise and Alexis her satisfaction as Lyle VanBuren’s only child showed the will that had taken her from the party scene of Manhattan and the Hamptons to a likely FAWN Hall of Famer. That sheer and fearsome force pushed a shoulder up with Castle’s slapping hand no more than an inch above the mat and kept VanBuren’s reign intact for at least three more seconds.
The Rainmaker glanced to the ref with an eyebrow raised and nothing more. Even that was enough get a quick response from Nick, though it didn’t change his answer from ‘TWO!’ to ‘THREE!’
Nodding understanding if not acceptance, Susan circled around behind the prone champion, but made no attempt to attack. Rather she dipped her knees and raised her fists in an expectant striker’s stance. Alexis, who knew damned well that Burlingame’s knees and elbows could ruin a strong woman on her best day, pounded the apron with both hands and shouted warnings to her blonde, but VanBuren’s ears were still ringing from the DDT and she remained blissfully, albeit dangerously, ignorant of the threat.
Turning onto her stomach by the time Castle reached ‘SEVEN!’ on his count, Portia reared back on her knees, clambered to verticality and wheeled around just in time to eat a straight right hand to the mush. This was followed by a looping left hook and a quick, low kick that banged off the blonde’s left shin. Baby grunted and shifted weight to her right leg to accommodate the sting but in doing so left herself open to the Spinning Backfist that Susan banged against her right ear. Rocked back on her heels, the champ could only brace for impact when Burlingame whipped through a full circle to come off the other side with a Lariat that THWHACKED off her chest.
I'M ONLY HAPPY WHEN IT RAINS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F73PYGL1QVU
Susan fully expected the Sinister Socialite to go down flat on her back, so imagine the challenger’s disgust when POV only shambled like a drunk to the nearest corner. Vertical but far from alright, Portia actually put a foot against the bottom buckle and pushed off, a gutsy, yet obviously punch-drunk attempt to come straight at the domineering brunette. Susan saw her coming, drew a bead on VanBuren’s left knee and knocked it out with a pinpoint-accurate Low Dropkick.
Portia went to one knee while Susan tumbled backward in a ridiculously easy tumble that the former might’ve envied if she wasn’t so goddamned sore at the moment. Racing at Baby the instant she was up, the Ace of the Black Court hopped up and planted her left foot on the sturdy post of Portia’s right thigh. Collecting her head in the same second, Burlingame threw her right leg up, around n’ behind VanBuren’s head, then twisted around and dropped down on her back. Pulled onto her stomach by this unpleasant adjustment, Portia started to push off but got forced right back down because the brunette slipped her right shin into the pit of her left knee and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed down on the Shining Triangle.
SHINING TRIANGLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d235bxYcMBs
Sluggish ever since the TrustfunDDT, the Queen Bee of VB&A shuddered to life, the slender lovely thrashing up onto her knees even as she slapped and clawed at the tawny garrote of Sue’s stems. The Shining Triangle wasn’t officially acknowledged as one of Burlingame’s finishers, it had however, ended enough matches for Castle to swoop in beside Portia within five seconds of application. “What do you say, Portia, can you breathe? Do you need me to call for the--”
“Ain’t nobody got time for that nonsense right now, Nick.” Susan said brusquely. “I’ve got something to tell our World Champion.” Resting on her butt and one elbow, Burlingame grabbed hold of the blonde’s hair and tugged it up so that she and VanBuren were almost eye to eye. “A bit of constructive criticism, if I may, Baby?” Sue asked quietly. “You REALLY need to learn when to be satisfied with a win. So you moved your pawn into place just long enough for her to pull off the heist of the century, then you sacrificed her and took the big belt for yourself. Bravo, that’s Machiavellian on a level even Emily can appreciate.” Sue stopped talking long enough to swat VanBuren’s questing left hand away. Another long squeeze followed, this one punctuated by a low, burbling groan from Baby. Under normal circumstances Sue would’ve indulged in a little kitty on mug grinding, but she’d been tasked with delivering a message and the heiress meant to do exactly that. “If you want to live out what remains of your career in relative peace, don’t ever let Emily’s name pass your lips again. Because if it does, the woman in question WILL come for you and she WILL give you a lesson in real power.”
The implication seemed to light a fire in the champion, as she gouged her free hand into Susan’s shoulder and bicycled her legs until she’d made it to her knees. Though far from free, Fortune’s Favorite now had a much better vertical base, which she used to lean into Burlingame’s haunches and thus stack her up for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOO!
The Rainmaker let loose and rolled clear, never in any real danger despite the nearness of ‘THREE!’ She’d just risen and ‘flicked’ her briefs snug against her glutes when Suguitan jumped onto the apron and skewered her with an accusatory index finger. “YO, NEW MONEY!” she bellowed at the challenger. “SHOW A LITTLE GODDAMNED RESPECT! IF IT WASN’T FOR PORTIA, FAWN NEVER WOULD’VE LOOKED AT A JERSEY GRADE KNOCK OFF LIKE YOU!”
Susan raised her eyebrows at the loud-mouthed catfighter. “Are you stealing Lisa’s meds, cutie? I’m twice the athlete Portia is and I’m already a two time champion. I’ll still be obliterating records and selling out buildings when this coddled country club rat is moldering beside some upstate polo green and nattering on about the days when anyone gave to f*cks about HHEEERRRRGGHHHH!”
Too hurt to care about anything like decorum or subtlety at the moment, Portia crawled up behind the challenger and THWHAPPED her left forearm between Burlingame’s thighs as hard as she could. Totally unprepared for the shot to her nethers, Sue rose onto her tiptoes, then collapsed onto one side with both knees up at her chest and both hands wedged against her pulverized groin.
“HEY!” Castle broke away from Alexis to stomp over to the penitent champion. “Keep away from those Low Blows, Portia! Just because management tells me to be lenient about them doesn’t mean I have to tolerate blatant shyt like that! And you,” the senior official wheeled around to hone in on Suguitan. “You try anything like that again and I will disqualify Portia. Don’t test me, Alexis.”
The Ferocious Filipino just smirked and dropped off the apron. “You’re not gonna have to, stripes. I’ve already done my part. Now Baby can do hers.”
And POV was indeed eager to inflict some punishment after being treated like this Jersey’s highlight reel since the opening bell. “I don’t know… how many times… I’ll have to say it.” the Trust Fund Terror rasped as she filled her hands with Susan’s hair. “But I’ll say it one more time, because you’re from Vermont.” Baby got up and forced Burlingame to do the same, courtesy of several savage jerks. “I. AM. NOT. AFRAID. OF. EMILY. WEST.”
She didn’t offer Susan a chance to respond, choosing instead to crouch and loop both arms around the brunette’s waist. Hands locked just below that billion dollar booty, VanBuren shot onto her toes and promptly dropped to one knee. THWHUMP! The Inverted Atomic Drop scorched Burlingame’s already tender undercarriage, leaving her pigeon-toed and practically frozen until a European Uppercut across the chin put her flat on her ass. “Message understood, Jersey?”
Susan looked up and swiped most of the hair off her forehead. “I understand you’ll never have the guts to say it to her face, BabNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHH!” Portia dropped back, lined up her shot and damned near kicked Susan’s head into the cheap seats with a murderous Soccer Kick. What it lacked in finesse it made up for in savagery and that must’ve been fine with VanBuren because she straddled the brunette’s waist, dropped to her knees and palmed both shoulders for an arrogant…
ONE…
TWO…
Burlingame shoved a shoulder up, perhaps out of reflex more than anything else. VanBuren knelt on her haunches and the Rainmaker, straddling Susan’s golden-brown tummy, shaking her head. She rose slightly then dropped her dollar sign-emblazoned derriere into Burlingame’s navel, forcing the Ace into a grunting ‘V’ formation before a Forearm Shiver to Susan’s jaw sent her back down.
“It’s amazing what rattles around in the windmills of Emily’s mind,” Portia spat. “But then she’s just a head case. Plenty of those around. You’re a servant to a head case.”
“So what does that make Alexis?” the breathless Burlingame countered.
The socialite turned to Suguitan, the Filipino powerhouse having heard Susan’s misdirection. Portia grinned and nodded at her remaining Associate.
“Intelligent. Very, very, intelligent.”
Portia rose and dropped her taut little booty into Susan’s midriff again, receiving the same bug-eyed, gagging result, but this time she climbed off as Susan sucked wind. Grabbing a wrist and a handful of dark hair, Lyle’s baby girl yanked Burlingame to her feet and walked her foe to the ropes.
“Maybe this will help you see things in a different light.”
Baby forced Susan’s eyes to the rubber-coated steel of the top rope and, despite the brunette’s squirming, draaaaaaaaagged them down the length of the ring, Burlingame shrieking for the last few feet. A delighted VanBuren pulled the heiress’s head back and SLAMMED her face into the buckle, Susan’s braincase snapping back from the collision.
Baby turned the challenger to face her, the eyes of the Ace bleary and tear-filled from abuse.
“No need to cry, New Money. This will all be over soon,” Portia informed.
Susan lifted a knee into Baby’s ivory-skinned midriff and earned a guttural groan, but it only served to piss off Portia, who grabbed the top rope to Susan’s left side with both hands and used the bottom rope as a springboard to deliver a nasty boot to Burlingame’s jaw, stunning her on the spot.
It had been awhile since any opponent of Susan’s had been jeered, but the FAWNatics leveled both lungs at Baby to which she responded with a thrusting one-armed salute before returning to make things right with her challenger.
Pushing Susan deeper into the corner, VanBuren turned her back to the Rainmaker and pressed her foe in tight, sandwiching Susan then stepping forward before thrusting her perfect behind into Burlingame’s midsection again, forcing the air from the gorgeous grappler.
With the slender socialite lifting and planting a boot sole on the middle rope of either side of the corner, the crowd raised its decibels to the levels only Portia could elicit. Not an eye left her as she peeled her dollar-sign down under the curve of her glorious glutes and STUFFED her bared cheeks into Susan’s mug, swabbing her ass in flawless figure-8s into the Black Courtesan’s nose and mouth with her Bare Ass Market.
The crowd feigned outrage while lapping up the base display on its own eye-catching merit but there were more than a few smiles for the sweet, embarrassing comeuppance for Burlingame.
Susan pushed vainly at Portia’s thighs, but Baby’s white-knuckled grip on the ropes kept her in place, wiping and buffeting until Susan’s been forcefed for a half-dozen seconds. Then VanBuren hopped to the canvas and snapped her bikini bottoms back into place, the sound of the requisite boos echoing through the arena.
Portia bowed as Alexis gave her boss the only standing ovation that was important. Baby turned to Suguitan and bowed directly, Alexis returning the show of solidarity.
VanBuren returned her attention to the greasy-faced and gasping Susan, Burlingame having thrown her arms over the top rope on either side to keep herself upright.
“In case you were wondering,” Portia remarked as she approaches. “That’s how you punk a Jersey bytch.”
Susan threw a telegraphed right fist at Baby’s patrician features but the Trust Fund Terror slapped it aside and delivered one, two and three to stun the challenger. With Susan stifled, Portia scooped the bigger brunette off the canvas and seated Burlingame on the top buckle.
The Rainmaker still had enough sense to understand her predicament and tried to escape to the outside but a hovering Alexis stopped Burlingame from dropping off her perch. The delay allowed Baby to slip through the ropes and climb to her foe. After a jawjacking forearm, Portia captures Susan in a Front Facelock and the crowd murmured at the frightening thought VanBuren might actually go for the Soho Uh-oh not to the canvas but to the floor.
Nick again threatened Portia with disqualification but VanBuren paid the man no heed and dove off her perch, dragging Susan along in the sickening Swinging Neckbreaker that might not have only finished the match but Burlingame’s career as well.
SOHO UH-OH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6gV2hR94OqM
As the crowd chanted “HOLY…SHIT”, both women laid motionless for long seconds until Portia raised a hand that draws cheers from a nearby and worried Alexis. With Castle slow on the count, Portia recovered enough to stand and drag a ragdolled Susan to her feet. Having shown she’ll do anything to retain her gold, VanBuren shoved Burlingame under the ropes, rolling her into the ring.
Portia tried to join her but was momentarily unable. The blonde called to her Associate and it’s left to Alexis to throw Portia back in after her challenger. The ivory-skinned blonde crawled to her café-au-lait-skinned brunette counterpart and dropped limply across Susan, no pressure on the Crossbody but what gravity gave to her mass for the...
ONE…
TWO…
and Burlingame threw a shoulder up!
Portia’s hands flew to her flaxen locks in disbelief, the incredulous look on her face worth several thousand words. The same appearance was plastered on Alexis who slammed her palms against the canvas, crying out “THREE” though she knew it wasn’t even that close to the final slap.
Baby turned to her Associate and Alexis shook her head solemnly. The blonde pushed to her feet slowly, wobbling when she reached them but maintaining her balance as she watched Susan fight to her hands and knees.
Baby stumbled into a backpedal to her corner, landing on her cheeks, apparently overcome by a delayed reaction from the Herculean effort to end the match. Portia rolled to her side while Susan, up to one knee, moved toward verticality. With Castle providing his attention to the risen Susan, Alexis slipped a pair of glittering knux to the champion, the protesting FAWNatics trying to make the ref aware.
VanBuren slipped them on and carefully hid her right hand within her left as she rose and turned toward her rubber-legged foe. As she did, Suguitan climbed the apron, verbally filing a complaint over the slow count moments before. With Castle distracted, Portia wheeled and sent an Easthampton Sucker Punch looping toward Burlingame’s jaw, but a Toe Kick from nowhere and into Portia’s tummy short circuited the finisher.
Baby’s emerald eyes bulged as she doubles over, the gold knux dribbling from around her fingers and falling to the floor in front of her and Susan.
Left arm pressed tight against her throbbing tummy, the champ reached down with her right hand in an effort to regain the sparkling weapon. Her fingers brushed the knux for a moment, then Susan snapped off another Toe Kick, this one aimed at the bridge of VanBuren’s nose. Portia caught it flush and reared back, the hand that had been on her midsection now inspecting her patrician mug for any damage.
Meanwhile the fans roared for Susan to swipe the knux and deal out a Sucker Punch of her own, but the brunette had other ideas. Taking half a step back, she dropped into a slight crouch and waited for Baby’s eyes to stop watering. When they did, the Rainmaker raised a hand and beckoned her forward. “Dropped your toy, champ.” she chided. “Want it? Come and get it.”
Much as she wanted to feel her 24-karat right hook carom off Burlingame’s smug little mouth, POV didn’t dare take her eyes off the brunette. “That’s my property, Jersey. Give it back.”
“I never took it. Your bony ass dropped it right here in the middle of the ring. All you gotta do is come get it. C’mon, what’s stopping you?” The predatory grin on Susan’s face proved she knew EXACTLY what stymied Fortune’s Favorite at the moment.
Fully aware that Alexis couldn’t keep the official distracted for much longer, VanBuren swiped at the Ace’s eyes, then went low like she meant to snatch the knux. Burlingame took the bait and Baby lunged for her instead, the blonde leading with her left shoulder into a short-range Spear aimed squarely at Burlingame’s nav--THWHUNK!
Susan stepped back, pivoted and brought her right knee into the side of the champion’s head. Portia went rolling onto her side, the Sucker Punch all but forgotten in favor of swaddling her noggin in both arms. Not about to lose a shot at her championship three-peat because Castle thought she’d used this bit of dorky costume jewelry, Susan put her body between herself and the referee and deftly kicked it under the bottom rope on an unoccupied side of the ring.
Alexis, sensing the play had gone pear shaped, dropped off the apron with a few parting shots about Nick’s lineage before setting about finding the best vantage point from which to harangue the challenger. Sue didn’t mind it one bit, in fact she made it a point to offer Suguitan her most charming smile as she filled a hand with Portia’s hair and peeled her off the mat. The smile got a little wider as she doubled Baby over with a Kneelift and reeled her into a Front Facelock. Turning so VanBuren’s $ was pointed toward her protégé, Burlingame slung the champ’s near arm across her shoulders, then grabbed hold of some waistband and jerked up until one flawless cheek was 95% bare. This got the crowd back on her side and earned an outraged snarl from the Ferocious Filipino, just the sort of reaction Burlingame wanted. Hooks set, she popped her hips and hauled Portia to high noon for half a heartbeat before kicking her legs forward and laying out to THWONK Baby on the crown of her skull courtesy of a much faster version of Emily’s own Cerebral Hemorrhage.
SNAP BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=75H9nEvxlP4
VanBuren puddled out in a defenseless uva-nourished starfish, but Burlingame didn’t bother for a cover. Instead she raced to the ropes closest to Alexis and leapt onto the middle strand. Suguitan hit full reverse in anticipation of a Plancha or some other twirly nonsense, only to scream her rage when Susan hit her with a double middle finger. From there she leapt backward, twisted around in mid-air and kicked both legs up to waist level, all the better to THAWHUMP the right across Portia’s tits in a gorgeous Leg Drop.
SPRINGBOARD LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpBG8LBXBjU
Susan twisted around on one knee like she was going to cover only to help herself to VanBuren’s hair for the second time in as many minutes. Eyes locked on Alexis now, the Rainmaker stood up and dragged Portia to her knees. “If this is what I think of your mistress…” she hip checked Baby’s jaw hard enough to snap the champ’s head to one side, “…imagine what I must think of you.” Burlingame fed the Trust Fund Terror another Butt-Butt and smiled wickedly. “Imagine what I’d DO to you if we were all alone in this ring, little girl.”
“OH YEAH?! WHY DON’T YOU COME OUT HERE AND WE’LL SEE WHO GETS F*CKED UP? C’MON BYTCH, YOU WANT A REAL CHALLENGE? I’M RIGHT HERE!” Alexis was up on the apron again, arms spread wide, daring Susan to fight. This wasn’t posturing to distract the challenger however, this was the genuine anger of a proud young fighter eager to prove she belonged in the upper echelon of FAWN.
An understandable position to be sure, unfortunately it drew Castle’s attention yet again and this time Susan DID capitalize. Hauling Baby to boot-leather with a follicle straining YANK, the Ace pulled the pad down below her right knee and THWHUMPED not one, not two, but three vile Kneelifts into Portia’s defenseless crotch. Jaw hung open in a scream too large to leave her throat, POV sank to all fours while Burlingame crouched beside.
“I wouldn’t normally win a title like this, but I figured an antique like you might appreciate the irony.” Susan chided. “Go on now, crawl to Alexis.” She looped her left arm across Portia’s lower back to keep her close, then curled her right hand into a claw and slipped it between VanBuren’s stems and applied to undercarriage with hateful force.
The FAWN World Champion threw her head back and wailed like a banshee as Susan mauled her billion-dollar kitty. “What do you say, Portia?” Nick had hurried over as soon as the claw was in place. He didn’t much care for this particular hold as a fight ender, but the brass said it was fair game and he wasn’t about to let a charge suffer unduly. Portia shook her head ‘no’ and reached for the ropes, which might as well have been on the moon at that point.
“C’MON PORTIA, GET OVER HERE!” Suguitan bellowed from her spot outside. “DON’T LET NO PUNK ASS JERSEY BYTCH TREAT YOU LIKE--” Alexis cringed as an exceptionally rough squeeze made Baby scream even louder.
Locked up tight around the blonde’s waist and nethers, Sue bared her teeth in a wolfish grin when Baby crumpled onto her elbows and forehead. “Facedown, ass-up, sweet cheeks.” she taunted. “Good to see the dollar on the rise again.”
“Yuuuuhhhhhh….. you bytch,” VanBuren moaned through the hurt. “Next time I take a seat on your face I am gonna break your f*cking noSSSEERRRAAHHH STAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHPP!”
Susan slipped her fingers beneath Portia’s scant black togs and resumed her attack, a humiliating bit of throwback FAWN for the helpless veteran. “Tap out, Portia.” Burlingame demanded, her tone all business now. “Tap out or I’ll make sure every loser in this arena gets to put your O-Face in their spank bank.”
A galling prospect indeed, yet one VanBuren could live with if it meant keeping the title around her waist. Steeling herself for the journey ahead and against the growing fire in her loins, Fortune’s Favorite puuuuuuusssssshed up on her hands and started to clamber her way to the ropes. It was a slow, agonizing journey, one that stopped several times so Portia could catch her breath or stifle a Burlingame-induced moan. But VanBuren was nothing if not resilient and after nearly forty-five seconds of hell she threw an arm over the middle rope.
“Break.” she rasped to Castle with none of her usual fire or disdain. “Get her outta my trunks, I’m in the rooopPSSSAAAAAHHH OOOHHHHH GAAAWWWD!”
Susan redoubled her efforts, doing everything in her power to climax the champion before the ref enforced the break.
Understanding that her mentor was on the verge of not just losing her title, but doing so in the most embarrassing fashion imaginable, Alexis produced the knux she’d picked up off the floor and got as close to the action as she dared. “BACK IT UP, SLUT! SHE’S IN THE ROPES! TAKE THAT WEAK SHIT CLAW BACK TO JERSEY WITH THE REST OF THE TRASH!”
Susan, now three fingers deep in the bawling socialite, prodded her foe’s sanctum sanctorum yet again and sneered, “Almost done, bikini meat. I’m just digging for a little more gold in this trash heapUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Alexis couldn’t reach the challenger’s jaw at this particular angle so she stepped in a close as she could and THWHUMPED a knux-augmented shot straight into Burlingame’s ribs. It provided a much needed assist to be sure, Susan’s claw fell away at once and the woman applying it crumpled onto her side, knees drawn up to her chest. Unfortunately Alexis provided this assistance in full view of the official, who’d finally reached the end of his rope.
Pushing away from the action, Castle threw a signal at the Timekeeper, who CLANGED the bell a moment later. The FAWNatics knew what that meant and were booing well before the Announcer confirmed the bad news. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via disqualification is SUSANNAH BURLINGAME! However, the title cannot change hands on a count out or disqualification, therefore PORTIA OPHELIA VANBUREN is STILL the FAWN World Champion!”
Even with VanBuren in her vulnerable and very nearly vanquished state, the last set of words sank in and she sighed loudly, shifting her dollar sign back into place gingerly. Portia rose to all fours and even that small shift nearly set her off, Baby biting her lower lip to contain a moan. As much as Portia loathed to admit it, Burlingame knew what she was doing down under, though Baby excused herself for being out of practice in facing someone who would go all that way.
Half to assure her boss was safe and half to insist she’d done nothing wrong, Alexis slid through the ropes and assailed the ref. Suguitan was hardly Rachel Raker in the strength of her arguments and the fact her right hand was still glittering with the golden knux didn’t help her cause, particularly when the zebra pointed it out.
No more than a couple steps away, the observing champ shook her head at the naiveté of her junior and now only Associate. Seriously, you argue with it still on your hand?
The throbbing tingle from her privates starting to relent, VanBuren made her feet and waddled pigeon-toed to the ropes nearest the timekeeper’s table. She demanded her belt and a microphone, both of which were provided post-haste.
“Alexis! Alexis!” Portia shouted. “If you would, get this bum out of my ring!”
A grin blossoms across the features of the Filipino Phenom. The ref backed up a step, but it’s not far enough to escape the catfighter. Alexis grabbed a shoulder and the scruff of the man’s neck. She ran the official to the ropes and tossed him WELL over the cables.
VanBuren nodded in appreciation and strode to Suguitan. The two met face to face, both smiling, Alexis particularly pleased with herself when Portia swiveled the exotique’s head with a CRAAACKING Bytch Slap! The crowd fell silent for a split-second, but quickly a large “WHOAAAA” escaped them in unison.
Suguitan’s face returns to Baby’s, showing shock but growing rosy with embarrassment, a fury emerging behind her dark eyes. It’s clear Fortune’s Favorite wasn’t interested in hurt feelings or angry ones.
“You…YOU…lost me that match.”
“But,” Alexis started to protest.
“But NOTHING!” VanBuren interrupted. “I was in the ropes. I was safe. And YOU f*cked it up.”
Alexis pointed to the softly stirring Susan.
“That’s how much I f*cked it up!” the Filipino beauty argued.
“Did I lose?” Portia asked. Silence. “DID I LOSE?”
“Yes.” came the more modest reply.
“And I DID NOT HAVE TO LOSE! Now this bytch can get a rematch by just asking and I DO NOT NEED TO DEAL WITH THE BLACK COURT WITH RAKER FIRED AND YOU F*CKING THINGS UP!”
Portia turned when Susan made it to her hands and knees. From behind, the blonde kicked Susan’s ankles wide and proceeded to punt her in the pussy. Burlingame shrieked in pain and tumbled to one side. Even that sound brought the champ no pleasure, as evidenced by the look in her eyes when she honed in on Alexis again.
“There is NO reason that she should be walking OR CRAWLING OR STRETCHERED AWAY with a win in her column and a loss in mine. GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME, ALEXIS!”
Portia lowered her tone.
“You’ve got to think.”
Baby pointed to the knux still on Suguitan’s right hand.
“Really?” Baby continues. “It’s like all my words go in one ear and out the other. Should I put you back on a street corner in Manila?”
Alexis’s dark eyes turned to lasers pointed at the World Champion. “Watch yourself, Portia.” she said very softly.
Portia pretended not to hear. “Get her up. NOW.”
It took a tick but Alexis did as she’s told. Portia walked to a corner and laid down her gold while taking a tender seat on the top buckle. Suguitan trudged the tawny ragdoll to her mentor and tossed the stumbling Susan the last few feet, Portia collecting her with one arm while holding the mic to her lips with the other.
“Bytch had some fun,” Portia admitted. “But she and Emily and Rachel and every other Jersey who believes they’re better, well…”
VanBuren drops the mic literally and Underhooked the moaning, unsteady Susan.
“Duuuuhhh…. don‘t even think about it.” Burlingame moaned.
Portia scoffed and leapt off her perch, spinning over the back of the bent Burlingame, taking Susan for the ride and PLANTING the skull of the Ace into the deck with Susan’s own signature Burlingamebreaker.
BURLINGAMEBREAKER @ 3:06
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The Rainmaker slopped into a spread-eagled puddle while Suguitan helped Portia to her feet.
“My belt,” VanBuren barked. Alexis retrieved the prize and handed it to her boss.
“Better,” Baby added as she slung the leather and gold over a shoulder.
“I believe a point has been made to the Black Court,” Portia informed everyone listening in the first few rows. “And I believe a couple wayward sisters have an appointment to receive the next one.”
Alexis led Portia out of the ring, holding the ropes wide for her boss and helping her to the floor before running point on their trip to the back in case Emily might be so poorly educated as to look for revenge on the way.
