Post by alyadmirer on May 18, 2016 22:00:49 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” our friendly neighborhood ring announcer began, “the next contest is a triple threat match with a 30 minute time limit... and is for the FAWN Lightweight championship!”
The speakers crackled back to life, pumping out Charli XCX’s “Famous”, much to the displeasure of a number Orlando faithful.
“FAMOUS”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7Mabm90wuE
“First,” the announcer resumed, “they represent the FUTURE of FAWN, Gen Next... Hailing from Buffalo, New York... She stands five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-one pounds. She is the Smartest Girl in the Room, ROOOSSSEEE EVVVAAANNNSSS!!!!! And her opponent, from Irving, Texas... She stands five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, the Babyfaced Killer, GAAABBBBBBYYY MEEENNNDDDOOOZZZAAA!!!!!”
ROSE EVANS:
GABBY MENDOZA:
A cascade of boors began to reign down. A few moments after that introduction, two lovely young ladies emerged from backstage—with an emphasis on “YOUNG.” Evans and Mendoza strolled down to the ring virtually side by side—Gabby trailing perhaps a step behind—to a decidedly lustful reaction from the capacity crowd. Rose—the shorter and more fair skinned of the two—looked fairly impassive as she approaches the ring. Her eyes never registered the presence of the crowd or waver from the ring. Gabby—just a little taller with a darker complexion—seemed a little more aware of her surroundings, and possibly even less impressed with the fans around ringside. But, if she was scowling, the effect was somewhat diluted by the periodic bubbles that Mendoza blew with her gum.
Both women were dressed the exact same way: adorned in black lace panties underneath plaid mini-skirts and matching black bustiers that, with neither of these women likely to be mistaken for Hailey Kennedy, gave their bosoms an extremely flattering boost. Both sets of well-shaped legs were encased in thigh high black nylons along with white boots. Climbing onto the apron, Rose and Gabby each slipped one leg through the ropes, bending deep at the waist as they swept their upper bodies toward the ring…
… only to stop halfway, their faces sooooooo close to coming into contact.
Mendoza and Evans brushed noses, exchanging an Eskimo kiss, before pulling the rest of the way into the ring. As Rose moved toward her corner, she barely acknowledges the referee or the audience. For her part, Gabby blew a bubble in the direction of the ramp, pointedly making sure it grew too big for the confectionary to withstand, bursting with a loud ‘POP!’
With Gabby and Rose all but huddling up in the same corner, the Announcer brought forth the last third of this championship contest. “And introducing their opponent, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and ten pounds! She is the Star Strider and the FAWN Lightweight Champion… LILY BURLINGAME!”
Happy to focus on something other than the smarmy presence of Barely Legal, the FAWNatics leapt to their feet and shook the rafters when the lights went down. From within that swirling, anticipatory gloom came a thumping drum and a matched set of snapping fingers, the two bits of percussion bouncing to and fro in a rat-a-tat riff. A keening guitar note joined the beat and a few seconds later the situation got brighter in no small part due to the tongue of flame that licked at the base of the ramp. As the note held steady, the fire set off on a beeline for the top of the ramp.
LILY BURLINGAME:
The wick shrank in time with the arrival of more guitars and an Earth-shattering KA-BOOM of red pyro that almost swallowed the first verse of ’Comeback Kid’. From the center of this flash and flame a figure emerged, shooting up from the floor to land flawlessly before the capacity crowd.
Launching herself from that brand spankin‘ new crater, Lily Burlingame pumped a fist for the crowd, then smacked the belt snapped around her waist and flew down the ramp in a blur of black, red and white. For tonight’s showdown with one of the most beloved lightweights of the last ten years, she wore gleaming black bottoms accented by swirling galaxies of stars done in blue and white. Her top was a halter-style sports bra done in an identical scheme, the red and white seeming to shimmer and twine with her every move. Kneepads were matching black and also sported the galaxy motif, white on the left and blue on the right. Her hair, though free of the mask, was still pulled back in a long, sweeping ponytail.
Closing on the ring at high speed despite the presence of two determined adversaries, the Girl That Gravity Forgot sprang from the floor to the apron to the top rope in the span between heartbeats. Bouncing from it as casually as the terminally grounded stepped off the curb, Lily hooked a sharp turn to the left, hit the adjoining set of strands and went soaring into a gorgeous back flip that set her back in the center of the ring. Then she was off again, the Meteor Mite rounding on one heel to sprint to the far side of the squared circle. At the ropes in an instant, she caught the top and middle in both hands, leapt and twirled over the third strand in a Tiger Feint Kick that ’swicked’ through the air.
Back in the ring a heartbeat later, the Star Strider strode to the middle of the ring and undid the belt. Holding it level with one shoulder, she thumbed an invisible detonator in the other hand and raised her gold to correspond to the thunderous ‘BOOOOOOOM!’ from her fans. She let Craig Long check her boots and pads before hanging the belt over his shoulder. “Couldn’t even come out by yourselves, could ya?” she called to Evans and Mendoza. “Know what else doesn’t stand by itself? Bowling pins. Tonight I knock you pinheads right into the gutter.”
CLANG!
Lily came out of her corner with the bell, the Lightweight Champion keeping her head on a swivel as she made for center ring. She wasn’t thrilled over the idea of Rose and Gabby trying to flank her, but she thought it far better than letting them box her against the buckles.
Smugly aware of Burlingame’s unenviable position, Evans flicked a glance to Mendoza that said ‘follow my lead’ Gabby blew a huge bubble, popped it, dipped her head ever so slightly. Strolling forward with a little extra swagger in her step, Rose grinned at the Interstellar Angel. “Couldn’t beat us when you had a partner, Burlingame.” she taunted. “How the hell do you plan to beat us when you don’t?”
Lily raised her hands but didn’t come forward. Closing on Evans made it easier for Mendoza to approach undetected. “Omitting some pertinent facts, aren’t you, genius? Or did I Krunch your head so hard you just forgot getting pinned with my ass on your nose?”
Rose glowered. She most certainly had not forgotten the galling end to her first singles encounter with the brunette. “That was a fluke.” the blonde growled. “Tonight will be different.”
Lily nodded agreement. “You’re right. Tonight you can let Gabby do all the heavy lifting before you try to sneak the title right out from under her.” Burlingame stole a look at Mendoza, who had indeed crept off the buckles to come in from the champ’s left. “That’s the line she sold you, isn’t it, Gabz? You play front line infantry while Little Lady Fauntleroy there gets to sit back under her parasol until it’s time to pick the bones.” Lily saw the frown cross Mendoza’s face and she allowed herself a very Susan-esque smile. “C’mon, Mendoza. The locker room already thinks you’re dumb, but you can’t be THAT dumb, can--”
The champ turned to directly address Gabby and Evans took it as her cue to pounce on the distracted champion. Only Burlingame wasn’t nearly as distracted as Rose thought. Twisting toward the blonde almost as soon as Rose came forward, Lily leapt up and laced her hands across the back of the challenger’s neck. The FAWNatics (and Mendoza) thought she was thinking Monkey Flip and thus both were surprised when the Crimson Comet stuffed her boots into Evans’s chest and pushed down with every bit of her hundred and ten pounds. Rose was stamped flat into the canvas with an emphatic THWHUMP!
STANDING DOUBLE STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQVu6UhI2TQ
Lily landed atop the blonde’s chest but she didn’t even try for a cover, choosing instead to hop clear to better deal with the Baby-Faced Killer. Good thing too, because Mendoza was almost on top of her with a Double Axehandle locked n’ loaded. Burlingame reached up like she meant to block the blow, then dipped into a crouch and flicked her legs between the brunette’s ankles. A single pulse sent Mendoza tumbling onto her forearms and tummy, a landing that wasn’t all that bad save for the unintentional Headbutt she drilled into her partner’s tummy.
“Dammit!” Gabz reared back on her knees, one hand on her forehead, the other on Rose’s hip. “Sorry Rose, it won’t WHOAAAHHH!” Lily sidled in behind the brunette, hooked an arm under Mendoza’s left bicep and simultaneously scissored both legs around the Brat’s right arm. Then she rolled onto her side and stacked Gabby on her shoulders with a quick Crucifix! Craig Long saw the cover and swooped in to count the…
ONE…
TWO…
Mendoza kicked free of the cradle, but in doing so rolled forward and landed knees-first atop Rose’s tummy! Evans ‘OOOFFFFHHHED!’ and shoved her partner away like she thought it was Lily doing the deed. Discombobulated by the buffeting between adversaries, Gabby rolled away, pushed to one knee and THUNK! A charging Lily hopped, ‘smecked’ her legs around the other brunette’s head and torqued backward to plant Mendoza’s forehead against the mat with a fusion of Facebuster and Hurricanrana.
FACE SPIKE 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktSUr1yn4NU
Gabby bounced back on her knees, then slopped forward onto her tummy, a position she would’ve occupied for a great deal longer if Burlingame hadn’t snatched a double handful of hair and peeled her off the canvas. “You can nap all you want, baby face.” the champ chided as she started ‘em toward the ropes. “You’re just gonna have to do it out there.”
‘There’ turned out to be anywhere outside the squared circle, as Mendoza discovered when Burlingame hit the brakes and flung her clear over the top rope. Lily watched just long enough to confirm Gabby’s unpleasant THWHAP of a landing, then turned her attention to Evans, who’d managed to make it to one knee. “Don’t look now, Rosie.” Lily said loudly enough for the first few rows to hear. “But your front line’s already been decimated. Guess it means you might actually have to do some of the work yourself if you really wanna be a champion.”
Momentarily forgetting (or perhaps just not caring) that the playing field was dangerously level, Rose scrambled to her feet and glared daggers at the Girl That Gravity Forgot. “Just who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that? Know what you’re looking at, Bytch Face? This is the future of FANNNNGGHHH!” Lily darted in, smacked Rose in the ribs, then CRAAACKED her across the cheek with a Bytch Slap that sent Evans staggering into the ropes.
She was still tending to her stinging face when Burlingame snatched a huge handful of hair at the nape of her neck. “I’m the chick who pinned your arrogant ass in the middle of this ring. I’m the CHAMPION who earned everything you want handed to you!” Rose snarled something that probably would’ve been a lot more cogent if the brunette hadn’t stepped off and charged to the far side of the ring with her burden in tow. A single glance told Lily that Gabby was on her feet again and that was all she needed to know. “HEADS UP, CHUMP!”
Mendoza turned without thinking only to immediately wish she hadn’t because Burlingame hurled a Rose-sized Smart Bomb between the top and middle ropes. Evans’s right shoulder caught Gabz flush in the tummy and they went down in a heap of tumbled tyro limbs.
In a singles contest Lily would’ve taken this time to acknowledge the crowd, maybe get a chant or some clapping going. But tonight she couldn’t afford even a small break. The contract might’ve said it was a Triple Threat, but she knew damned well that Rose and Gabby had no intention of laying a hand on each other until they’d removed her from the equation. Long odds or not, Burlingame wasn’t gonna let that happen without a fight.
So she grabbed the top rope in both hands and vaulted out onto the apron. Back to the recovering pair, Lily looked over one shoulder and passed the time with a jaunty little hip waggle. This raised a cheer that neither half of Barely Legal noticed, they were too busy clambering up the other on their way back to verticality. It wasn’t until the noise rose by several more decibels that they looked to the ring and by then Lily was already airborne. Hurling herself away from the squared circle in a glorious arc, the Interstellar Angel dove onto Barely Legal with a gorgeous Asai Moonsault. Rose and Gabby were blown apart, the former rolling head over heels while the latter while the latter collapsed to one side with both arms wrapped around her noggin.
ASAI MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7iiyG8k8RWM
Lily popped up from the wreckage, looked between blonde and brunette and ultimately settled on Rose. “C’mon nerd.” she muttered in the midst of hauling Evans up by trunks and tresses. “It’s time we got back to school.” Less than half a dozen long steps took them to the apron and a rough toss sent the Smartest Girl in the Room tumbling to mid-ring.
Going from floor to apron in a single bound, Burlingame leapt onto the top rope, dropped into a tense crouch and took to the skies-- only to ‘eep’ in surprise when Gabby Mendoza snatched her right ankle and pulled hard!
Gravity might have forgotten Lily Burlingame, but the Babyfaced Killer hadn’t, and whatever one might say about Gravity’s disposition, one thing was now abundantly clear: Gabby Mendoza was a stone cold beyotch! Her legs pulled back in the direction of the floor, the reigning and defending lightweight champion immediately begins to tumble downward instead of flying into the ring. And while Burlingame was able to bring her hands down to grab the top rope, there was only so much her upper body strength could do to overcome the combined efforts of gravity and Mendoza. The rubber coated steel of the top rope still slammed into Lily’s windpipe, snapping her head backward and causing the brunette’s body to rotate as she continued to fall. And matters went from bad to worse when the back of Lily’s skull then met the edge of the apron, Burlingame completing one of the most spectacular and chilling flameouts in FAWN history by collecting into a lump of puddled flesh at Gabby’s feet.
None of which had been noted by Rose Evans.
At least, not initially. Instead, the Smartest Girl in the Room had been preoccupied with the much more pressing issue of shaking off the Asai Moonsault and working her way back to her feet. That, in turn, had given way to a momentary burst of alarm when, once she’d managed to reclaim her footing, there had been no sign of Lily Burlingame before her. Well aware that the acrobatic brunette could reintroduce herself from any angle or elevation, Evans whipped around, her eyes darting in all directions before she finally located her BFF on the outside, looking down to the floor with a smirk, which told the Smartest Girl in the Room all she needed to know...
... and with Mendoza seemingly having matters in hand, Rose slumped back against the far ropes, letting her arms spill over the top rope, Evans perfectly content to take a moment and catch her breath.
Gabby, meanwhile, took a casual stroll away from the huddled, mewling Burlingame, sauntering around the ring steps with nary a care in the world. Gradually, though, the champ began to rise, struggling to her knees and then lifting up to something of a three point stance, her left hand still touching the floor. But the Babyfaced Killer wasn’t about to let her make it any farther. Breaking into a sprint, Mendoza jumped from the floor to the top step, and then from there propelled herself off the steel and toward Lily. Pressing a hand down between Burlingame’s shoulderblades, Gabby let her right thigh drop against the back of Lily’s noggin. And gravity did the rest, apparently working overtime to rectify its oversight from the occasion of Burlingame’s birth. Gabby’s weight DROVE the smaller brunette downward, Lily’s face SLAMMED into the floor by Mendoza’s cruel Fameasser.
FAMEASSER, MINUS RINGSTEP LAUNCHPAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYUg0qLG-Fs
Lily flopped over to her back, arms spilled out over her head, her eyes glassy but her nose remarkably still appearing to look in its proper alignment. Remaining on her backside, Gabby scooted over to her prey, the lovely latina pulled Burlingame up to a seated position and then slipped in behind her, snaking her legs around Lily’s waist. From inside the ring, Rose shouted a helpful reminder.
“No countouts in a triple threat, Gabz!”
“Already ahead of ya, Rosebud,” the Babyfaced Killer replied, slipping her arms underneath Lily’s and clamping on a Full Nelson. There was no suspense with what happened next, Mendoza rocking back and lifting her foe into the air, only to violently drop Burlingame down on her taut tush. Only, in normal circumstances, the Keester Bounce slams its victim’s backside against boards of plywood and a thin layer of canvas. And though that surface might be more harsh than the viewers at home give it credit for, it’s NOTHING compared to having one’s butt BLASTED by the floor.
Especially by the fifth repetition.
Fortunately for the aching Lightweight Champion, her torment came to an end thereafter, but only because Rose joined her partner out on the floor. That seemed to serve as a signal for Gabby to relinquish her scissors and her nelson, the Babyfaced Killer slipping under the bottom rope as Evans claimed a handful of Burlingame’s locks. Pulling the brunette up to her knees, the Smartest Girl in the Room dragged the Girl that Gravity Forgot over to the steel steps. “You know something?” Evans asked lightly. “I miss your mask. Red was SUCH a good color on you...”
Lily opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, Evans DROVE her forehead into the edge of the top step. Tightening her grip on Burlingame’s tresses, Rose pulled back, only to slam her forehead into the cold metal a second and third time. Sure enough, by that point a small gash had been opened on the brunette’s forehead. “Oh noooooo...” Evans gasped in mock alarm. “You can’t afford to lose too much blood. Not if you want to have the stamina to withstand both Gabby and I. Let’s see what we can do about that, shall we?”
Apparently, the Smartest Girl in the Room possessed somewhat unconventional ideas about first aid, for her solution to the problem of Lily’s cut was to SMASH her noggin into the edge of the steps AGAIN, and then to start draaaaaaaaaaging Burlingame’s forehead slowly back and forth, bearing down harder and harder with each pass, Lily having little choice but to shriek louder and louder as the seconds ticked by.
Rose didn’t comment on her triage when it was over. Instead, she stuffed Burlingame under the bottom rope and sent her tumbling into the ring with a shove. As the Smartest Girl in the room climbed up onto the apron, Gabby Mendoza hair-hauled the lightweight champ up to rubbery legs and slipped Lily’s head under her left arm. Snatching a handful of waistband, the Bubblegam Brat popped her hips and abruptly launched the Girl that Gravity Forget on a very abbreviated flight, Burlingame’s back SLAMMING into the canvas from Mendoza’s Snap Suplex. With a howl of anguish, Lily started to sit up. But Gabby roughly placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back down, covering and hooking a leg for the...
SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ceej0QMs2x8
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Burlingame got a shoulder up.
Back inside the ropes, Rose regarded her BFF with an expression of genuine hurt. “... the hell, Gabz?” she asked. “We agreed, that belt is MINE!”
From her knees, Mendoza’s lips curled downward in a sincerely remorseful frown. “Sorry,” she sighed. “Lost my head a bit, I guess.”
“It’s okay,” Evans replied, her features brightening slightly into a reassuring smile as she pulled Burlingame up to her feet. Slipping a Full Nelson on her opponent, she added to her BFF, “I think you know how you can make it up to me...”
“Oh, do I...” Gabby grinned, turning away from the other two women in the match and toward the ropes. Departing to the apron, the Babyfaced Killer made a beeline toward the near corner, not that her haste appeared in any way warranted--Lily writhed in her bonds, but Rose held her tight, even as Mendoza climbed her way to the top turnbuckle. Jumping down from her perch, the dark haired latina’s boots touched down on the mat in front of Burlingame, about an instant after her palm BLASTED Lily’s cheek, the Diving Bytch Slap sending the champion’s head whipping to the right, leaving her dazed...
... TOO dazed to recognized Rose relinquishing her Nelson, the Smartest Girl in the Room instead nudging her head under Burlingame’s left arm and reaching around Lily’s waist. Once her other hand had claimed possession of her foe’s trunks, Evans muscled the Girl that Gravity Forgot aloft. She then quickly sat out, dropping Lily on her shoulders and the back of her head with a Backdrop Suplex. But instead of letting go, Rose tightened her grip and pushed back to her feet, powering Burlingame airborne and connecting with a SECOND Backdrop Suplex. As nice as it might have been, though, Rose wasn’t content to just do it twice. Instead, the Barely Legal brat rose and hauled Lily up along with, delivering a THIRD Backdrop Suplex to complete the Rose Trio.
ROSE TRIO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i68dzNNrSic
Gabby gave her BFF a warm ovation as Rose picked herself off the mat. Lily, meanwhile, rolled over to her side, moaning and wrapping an arm around the back of her head. “Y’know,” Evans purred, circling toward Burlingame’s feet, “I may have popped a hole in her gas tank, but her wheels are distressingly still intact.”
Mendoza circled along with her partner, moving to Lily’s head. “I’m sure you’ve got an idea or two to take care of that, Rosebud,” she grinned.
“You know me SO well,” Rose replied with a sly smirk, lifting the brunette’s left ankle and stepping around. In no time flat, the Smartest Girl in the Room dropped to the mat, her legs entwined with Lily’s shapely stems in the dreaded Figure Four Leglock. But it seems Gabby doesn’t want to just twiddle her thumbs, the Babyfaced Killer dropping to a seat above Burlingame’s noggin and slipping her gams around the champion’s skull, adding her own Figure Four--Headscissors in the case of Mendoza.
Trapped in not one but TWO simultaneous submissions, could Lily hold on? And, if not, WHICH hold would prompt the tap?
Equally worried about the champ and what sort of officiating nightmare he’d endure if she surrendered her title while mired in such a predicament, Craig Long hurried over to the tangled Lightweights and sank to one knee. “What do you say, Lily? Do you need to give it up? Just say the word and I’ll--”
“Of COURSE she’s going to submit, you idiot!” Rose snapped at him. “There’s no way out, it’s simply a matter of time! Just remember, when she DOES tap out, it’s to my Figure Four.”
“But if she passes out,” Gabz added helpfully, “it’s to my Figure Four!”
Evans looked up, scowling. “Now why would you go putting that thought in his head, Gabz? The man’s clearly using most of his cognitive power to form multi-syllable words.”
“Muuuuuhhhhh…. maybe because she’s a lot smarter than you give her credit for, Bytch Face.” Lily groaned from the depths of Mendoza’s gammy prison.
The blonde’s scowl only deepened. “WHAT was that, imbecile? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your title flying away.”
Burlingame squirmed and pawed at Gabby’s legs, but when she spoke, it was to Rose. “I said you’re a puffed up little half-wit who wants to be Emily West it’s disgusting. The problem is you don’t have her brains, charm or cup size, so--”
“TAP OUT!” Rose sat up and leaned in as close as she could to bellow in the trapped brunette’s face. “YOU’RE FINISHED, JUST TAP OUT AND AAARRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!”
Barely Legal knew there were no count outs in a Triple Threat but apparently they’d forgotten there were no disqualifications either. Lily reminded Rose quite painfully when she reached up with both hands and RAKED her attacker’s face from hairline to chin!
Evans shrieked and broke away from the Figure Four, her previous certainty forgotten as worked to rub some vision back into her assaulted peepers. Startled by the abrupt change in circumstances, Gabby Mendoza kept her cool and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed down on the Headscissors in hopes of finishing her friend’s work. “Clever trick, sweetie.” Gabz told the red-faced champ, “Too bad it’s not enough to OOOOWWWWWW DAMMMIT!” Lily twisted her noggin in the confines of the Scissors, not to escape but to sink her teeth into the challenger’s inner thigh! Gabby ground her teeth and held on for another five seconds, but Burlingame never stopped chewing and with count to call it off the Babyfaced Killer was forced to relinquish her crushing hold.
Free to breathe for the first time in what felt like hours, the Interstellar Angel rolled to her tummy and slowly clambered to her fe--”YOU’RE GONNA LEAVE HERE ON A STRETCHER, BYTCH FACE!” Rose clubbed her across the back of the neck with a huge Forearm Smash, then slipped her arms under the brunette’s biceps for a neck-kinking Full Nelson. “I’M GONNA BUST YOU UP ON THE INSIDE AND MAKE YOU BEG FOR NNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Lily whipped her left foot forward only to snap it back and up, the heel slotting between her attacker’s legs to THWHUMP against Evans’s crotch. Rose’s grip faded to a shadow of its former self, which meant Burlingame had more than enough strength to wrench free and swing around on her six. A Double Chickenwing kept Evans upright and perhaps more importantly, turned her into a damned good human shield.
This latter fact wasn’t immediately apparent, indeed Rose didn’t register the danger until the trunk-kicking little witch pointed her toward the slowly rising Gabby Mendoza. “Get outta the way, Gabz!” she squeaked through the hurt. “Bytch Face is playing dirtyyeeeaaaaaaa NNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Lily charged forward and was extremely satisfied to hear (and feel) the THWHUNK of a forehead to forehead collision. Mendoza went down in a heap and Rose might’ve joined her if not for that Double Chickenwing. Cranking back tighter than ever, Lily circled around so she and Evans were on the flattened brunette’s left side. Then she dipped her knees and hoisted the Smartest Girl in the Room into the sky with a hold that might’ve separated her shoulders if she’d held it for more than a heartbeat or two. Instead she tossed Rose forward and dropped to her tush while also releasing the challenger’s trapped arms. The finished product saw Rose THWHAMMED down on her face, chest and tummy by a lightweight version of Cassandra Vale’s ‘Render of the Veils’, Evans’s landing only slightly softened by the crash-pad of Gabby Mendoza.
SPACY RENDER OF THE VEILS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=blKAX3NRvxo
It was still a pin, albeit an involuntary one, and Lily should’ve stopped it cold. Instead she slid clear and kept a close watch as Long dove in to count off…
ONE…
TWO….
THRNOOO!
Mendoza shoved Evans away and sat up only to immediately put one hand to her forehead and another against her gulping tummy. “What was that, Rose?” she muttered angrily. “I said I’d help you win the title, not eat a pin for you.”
“Wasn’t trying to pin you, dope.” the blonde rasped in reply. “Burlingame planted me and you just got in the way.”
Gabby flipped hair off her face and glared at Rose. “DON’T call me that.”
Groaning in exasperation, the Smartest Girl in the Room tried to sound soothing and came off condescending instead. “Heat of the moment, Gabz. No one thinks you’re a dope, I’m just focused on winning the--” THWHACK!
PENALTY KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHwKj_zpNXc
A charging Lily actually hopped over the gobsmacked brunette en route to smashing the top of her left foot across Rose’s face in a Penalty Kick. Utterly unprepared for the blow, Evans collapsed like a puppet with cut strings, assuming of course that puppets could bleed from the mouth.
Lily saw the crimson pooling beside Rose’s yap and was strangely pleased by it, not that there was any time to savor the violence when there was still a Babyfaced Killer on the loose. Careful to plant herself in sight of both challengers, Lily honed in on Gabby and sank into a slight crouch. Didn’t move though, the champ needed a chance to catch her breath and she knew how to get it. “I don’t think you’re dumb, Mendoza. Gullible maybe, but not dumb. Rose on the other hand, SHE thinks you’re a total idiot.”
“Shut your mouth, Bytch Face.” Gabby’s eyes were narrowed to furious slits, but she made no move to close on her adversary. “Rose is my best friend. Together we’re gonna own this dump.”
Lily cast a glance to Rose, saw she was stirring and slowly crept into the stretch of canvas between partners. Eyes still on Gabby, she asked, “Are you? Wanna know what my sister got when she bent the knee to Emily West? A clear shot at Pandora. That was ALL she needed to bring down an Amazon and become the youngest two-time World Champion in FAWN history. That was the reward for her allegiance, her loyalty. What’s your loyalty gotten you, Gabz? Far as I can tell, nothing but a few beatings that should’ve gone to this beeyotch (she jerked a thumb at Rose) and the title of FAWN’s hardest working hench-wen--”
“I SAID SHUT YOUR F*CKING AAARRRRGGHH!”
Gabby pounced on Lily with her claws at the ready, if only they’d been low enough to block the punt Burlingame stuffed between her thighs. Mendoza wailed and doubled over, offering her head to the champ in the process. Lily drew her into a Front Facelock and almost absently snapped off another kick, this one PWAAAKING against Rose’s navel a heartbeat before she could sink her fingers into the brunette’s hair. Collecting Evans’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock, the Girl that Gravity Forgot sprang up and dropped to her butt to THWONK Gabby’s skull with a DDT and THWHUNK Rose’s jaw with a Stunner.
DDT & STUNNER COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nIB1fKONi7A
Barely Legal flopped out in opposite directions, but the blonde half was a little closer, so Lily pounced across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Rose shoved her loose with half a second to spare, so Burlingame wheeled around and treated Mendoza to a Crossbody of her own.
ONE…
TWO…
Gabby powered out and flopped onto her side. “Always figured you were the tougher half.” Lily sighed. “That’s why you can stay out of my way for a while.” Gabz had no intention of following such an order, alas, Lily didn’t give her much in the way of a choice. Hauling the other brunette to boot-leather with a handful of hair, the Lightweight Champion scooped her up and stamped over to the nearest corner. A bit of shoving and twisting left Mendoza tied to the Tree of Woe and though the FAWNatics urged Lily to dole out some more punishment, Burlingame took her leave after a single possessive swat to opposing tummy.
Finally, blessedly alone with the most obnoxious part of Generation Next, Lily raised her hands and sank into a springy crouch. “No one left to take this test for you, Rosie.” she taunted. “So wipe away those tears, spit out your teeth and show me you’re willing to bleed for this goddamned championship.”
No teeth were spat, but Rose DID lick away some blood from her lower lip. “Every scream of pain and word you utter pleading for mercy is going to make all that blood worth it,” Evans snarled. And with that, blonde and brunette surged forward. Eschewing any pretense at either a scientific approach or a display of agility, instead the Girl that Gravity Forgot and the Smartest Girl in the Room opted to trade forearms, driving blows into chin and chest, each staggering her opponent, but neither initially able to land a second blow before the other responded...
Of course, that couldn’t remain the case forever--and it doesn’t. And, much to the satisfaction of the FAWNatics, it was Burlingame who began to claim the upper hand in this unexpected slugfest. After rattling Rose’s cage with a particularly wicked Uppercut under the chin, Lily took the challenger’s wrist and prepared to send her on her way with an Irish whip. Alas, even with her ears no doubt still ringing, Evans managed to dig in and reverse it, her dark haired foe instead sent sprinting toward the rubber-coated steel. Almost immediately, the Barely Legal brat began to charge behind her prey, perhaps hoping to meet her at the ropes with a clothesline.
But a curious thing happened. Lily Burlingame did NOT turn her back into the cables. Instead, Lily went airborne, grabbing the top rope with both hands as her body went sideways. Establishing a tight grip, the Crimson Comet swung her shapely legs out of the ring, using her handholds for stability as her boots swung back inside the confines of the ropes and caught the startled Barely Legal brat flush in the mug with her Cherry Swirl.
CHERRY SWIRL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0SxNZCrhJnY
Evans was stunned, but in a display of obstinance she remained semi-upright, whipping away from the twin boots and staggering forward, stooped and raising a hand to check on the condition of her increasingly traumatized jaw. Lily, meanwhile, didn’t halt her momentum--she just lowered her trajectory, swinging through the gap in the middle and top ropes so that her soles could touch down out on the apron. Adjusting her double-fisted grip on the rubber coated steel, Burlingame waited patiently for Rose to try to find her, and when the Smartest Girl in the Room began to swivel around, Lily rocked back. Vaulting effortlessly to the top rope, the reigning Lightweight champion launched and landed a springboard dropkick that DRILLED Evans in the chest, dropping the battered blonde to the canvas with a thud and a groan.
SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=To7iDOkepBE
Still, you had to hand it to the Barely Legal brat. Despite her bloodied mouth, her ringing ears and her nearly breathless lungs, Rose struggled to get back to her feet--even as Lily rocked back onto her shoulders and kipped up with deceptive ease. Without even the slightest pause, Burlingame raced into the ropes, rebounding off them as Evans stumbled and turned. Taking flight, the Crimson Comet flew toward the challenger, at first glance seemingly aiming to take her foe down with a simple Crossbody. But as Rose instinctively reached for Lily’s midsection, the brunette slipped her legs around the noggin of the Smartest Girl in the Room and RIPPED the blonde off her feet with a Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors.
TILT-A-WHIRL HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zl-2v6J4V-k
Quickly getting to her hands and knees, Lily scampered over to her shellshocked adversary, and perhaps for the briefest of moments she had considered going for the cover. But instead, the Girl that Gravity Forgot climbed to her feet and gathered up a handful of Rose’s blonde locks--apparently even if Rose might have been finished, Burlingame wasn’t finished teaching her a few new lessons. Stuffing Evans’ head between her thighs, Lily locked down a Standing Headscissors, before wrapping her arms around the challenger’s midsection.
While grace and acrobatics might always remain Lily’s calling card, in truth the brunette had enough strength to get tuff with girls of similar stature--which she promptly demonstrated by hoisting Evans up across her left shoulder with a determined grunt. Burlingame’s hands then went to Rose’s armpits, and the Crimson Comet SHOVED the Smartest Girl in the Room into the air, as far over her head as Lily’s wingspan allowed. She didn’t keep Rose there for long, however, one last thrust depriving the blonde of any support from the Lightweight champion. As Evans plummeted back to earth, Burlingame’s arms collected her waist, allowing her to guide the Barely Legal brat to an emphatic collision with the thinly padded plywood, holding Rose down for...
SPLASH MOUNTAIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eux27W5o-Qg
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Evans’ hips bucked, with JUUUST enough force to send both beauties toppling to their sides, preventing a final slap of the mat.
While Lily managed to sit up after a couple of moments, Rose just slopped onto her stomach. Looking to Craig, Burlingame asked, “You SURE your hand didn’t just graze the mat that last time?”
“Sorry, Lil,” Long replied with a shrug.
“Don’t be,” the brunette smirked, pushing up to verticality. “If you HAD counted the three, then I couldn’t do THIS...”
Approaching the Smartest Girl in the Room, Burlingame stepped up onto the backs of Rose’s thighs and made short work of hooking the blonde’s boots behind her calves. For the FAWNatics, the only suspense as Lily leaned forward was in wondering how many slaps of Evans’ sides it would take to prompt a spasm sufficient to let Lily grab her foe’s wrists. The answer, as it happened, was three, after which the Girl that Gravity Forgot first dropped to her backside, and then rocked flat to her back, hoisting Rose toward the rafters with the Romero special.
ROMERO SPECIAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MnmEsdsqbdY
“How about it, Rose?” the referee asked. “I’ll ring the bell, if you say the word...”
But Evans shook her head, hanging blonde locks whipping in all directions. “There’s... agggghhhh... there hasn’t... nnnngggghhhh... been a submission invented... that... that I can’t think my way out ooouuuUUUUGGGGGAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!”
Apparently fed up with the Barely Legal brat’s lip, Lily gave both of Rose’s wrists a vicious tug. “THINK your way out of?” the Crimson Comet taunted. “Maybe. WORK your way out of? Never in a million years, bytch...”
If only Burlingame’s arms and legs could both support Rose’s weight for a million years. But they’re only up to the task for about thirty additional seconds, after which Lily released Evans’ wrists and used a flex of her gams to send the Smartest Girl in the Room crashing to the mat, face and chest first. The brunette then picked herself up before hauling Rose up with a handful of hair, the Lightweight champ dipping to nudge her head under the challenger’s left arm. Holding Evans’ wrist in one hand, Burlingame slipped her other arm around Rose’s waist, popped her hips, and executed a near flawless Northern Lights Suplex hold.
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvQPd3nU5ek
ONE...
TWO...
THRE...
“GGYYYYYYYYUUUAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”
The pinning combination was thwarted, but not thanks to anything on the part of Rose Evans. No, as Lily had continued to impose her will on the Smartest Girl in the Room, unobserved by all but a few eagle eyed FAWNatics, Gabby Mendoza had--after some considerable effort and a couple of false starts--managed to crunch her way up to a seat on the top turnbuckle, and then to untangle her boots before climbing to a perch. And from there, the Babyfaced Killer had launched a Frog Splash, her belly ‘THWAAAAP!’ing down across the fully extended abs of the bridged Burlingame.
FROG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBtYGsvAQ9o
Lily crumpled to the deck in a moaning heap, Gabby bouncing away and flopping to her back. And the crowd was left to wonder just how much damage might have been done, not only to Burlingame’s abdominal muscles and rib cage, but also perhaps to the ligaments and tendons of the knees that had supported her bridge when one hundred and twenty-two pounds of Mendoza had caught her completely unawares.
Though short of breath after the Splash and still more than a little discombobulated after spending the last few minutes freeing herself from the Tree of Woe, Gabby Mendoza was doing better than her opponents, as evidenced when she rolled to all fours and crawled over to the gaping champion. Crushing even more breath from Burlingame’s lungs with a Crossbody in the form of a miniature Splash, the Babyfaced Killer hooked the far leg and nodded along for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lily might’ve kicked free, but it wasn’t her that broke the pin. That honor went to Rose Evans, who snatched hold of her partner’s ankles and pulled her off the champ with a heartbeat to spare. Confused and angry in equal measure, Mendoza scrambled to her feet and rounded on the blonde, who didn’t look too happy herself. “What was that shyt, Rosie? I HAD her!”
“Yeah, but that’s not the PLAN, was it, Gabz? That title is mine! I’m the one who ‘lost’ ________ plane ticket, I’m the one who got us that tag match, I’M the one who’s gonna humble Lily Burlingame’s arrogant ass! Now either help, or get the hell out of my way!”
Gabby’s pretty face was a thunderhead, but after a moment she nodded compliance. “Sorry, Rosebud. I just thought I’d make a pretty good champion.”
Evans laid a hand on her shoulder. “You will, Gabz. Just not tonigNNNNNGGGGHHHH!” Incredulous surprise from the sold-out crowd as Mendoza swatted Rose’s hand away and grabbed her behind the neck. In the next instant she was airborne with her right knee tucked snug against the blonde’s incredulous mug. There was a ‘thump’ when Gabz hit the mat followed by a much louder THWHUNK as she burst Rose’s golden aspirations like just another bubble.
BURSTING YOUR BUBBLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oraj2drOPs
Sprawled out flat on her back after the unexpected assault, Evans only moaned when Gabby pounced atop her chest and tied up both legs in a squirming bundle. The FAWNatics helped Craig count along for the….
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lily skidded in from the right with a Low Dropkick to the other brunette’s ribs, thus saving her title by the slimmest of margins. “DAMMIT!” Mendoza pounded the mat in frustration, then scrambled to her feet to glare death at the Interstellar Angel. “She was MINE! The title was MINE!”
Burlingame snorted in derision. “Oh, YOU’RE frustrated? Imagine dealing with both of you conniving Bytch Faces all night. Rose has already proved she can’t hang with me, Gabby. You ready to learn too?”
Gabz flipped hair out of her eyes and raised a pair of wickedly curled claws. “I’m gonna scrape you off my boot, Lily.”
They went straight for one another, a late stage Collar & Elbow that ‘OOOFFFFHHH!” Mendoza shifted at the last second, all the better to drill a Kneelift in just above the waistband of her opponent’s briefs. Lily’s eyes bugged out and she would’ve collapsed to all fours if the dark haired challenger hadn’t buried a hand in her hair. “Remember this moment, Bytch Face.” Mendoza pulled her free arm waaaaaaay back and popped out her thumb, signaling for the Froot Stripe Spike. “In the end, it wasn’t the genius that took your title.”
She dipped her knees and actually hoisted Burlingame off her feet by the roots. The spike whipped forward at the same instant, the simple maneuver promising a brutally simple end to Lily’s record-setting THWHACK! The Lightweight Champion’s left leg lashed out and up, an improvised Enzugiri that caught her attacker directly behind the ear.
Gabby’s knees shimmied but didn’t give out, which proved unfortunate because it meant Lily didn’t have to waste any time peeling her off the canvas. Instead she just wedged her noggin between Mendoza’s gams and straightened up so that the challenger was dripping down her back like some sort of tawdry cape. Palming the back of Gabby’s skull with her left hand, Burlingame snugged the inverted brunette’s head in against the point of her hip, then took several giant steps and dropped to her tush to PLANT the Babyfaced Killer with a ring-rattling Kryptonite Krunch!
KRYPTONITE KRUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFXZ3zUFUP8
Gabz popped open in a glassy-eyed starfish, the very definition of ‘finished’. And Lily was right there, in fact she started to go for the cover, only to realize that Rose was up and stamping their way. Oh so tired of Rose Evans and her special brand of petulant bullshyt, Lily got up and closed on the other challenger, making sure to stomp on Mendoza’s tummy in the process.
“Just you and me now, imbecile.” Rose snarled. “And I can’t WAIT to teach you a lesson in humiliNNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Lily snapped a heartless kick between the blonde’s thighs, silencing her on the spot. Would’ve been a disqualification in a singles contest, but Triple Threats were far more lenient and really, no one could fault the champ for a little nastiness after all she’d endured tonight. Filling her fingers with Rose’s hair, Burlingame forced the Smartest Girl in the Room into a Standing Headscissors and quickly looped both arms around her waist. A cheer went up as Rose was flipped over and it got a little louder when the Girl that Gravity Forgot turned just enough to show off the challenger’s tush. Too short on energy to waste breath on words, Lily only winked the camera before she hopped up and sat out to THWHUNK Evans’s head into the mat courtesy of a Piledriver.
Rose slopped onto her back looking just as used up as Gabby, but the champ wasn’t close enough to go for a cover. Lily’d made for the high rent district and now she was back where she belonged, with her shadow hanging long and dark over Rose’s gulping midsection. Exhausted but unbowed, the Crimson Comet raised her invisible detonator and shouted, “HERE COMES THE BOOM!” Those assembled rose as one and drew in a breath as Lily pressed the button and leapt out into the void for that corkscrewing, head-first back flip that THAWHAMMED down on Rose’s midsection!
CHERRY WARHEAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNdHhtx-Kog
Bounced to her knees by the power of the Warhead, Lily slung a leg over Evans’s torso and planted her tush on her chest while simultaneously hooking one-- Gabby Mendoza raaaaaaaaaaaaked Burlingame’s eyes, snatched a double handful of hair and bum rushed her to the ropes so fast the fans couldn’t process a warning. Tossing Lily through the ropes as hard as she could, Mendoza wheeled around and practically hurled herself upon the insensate wreckage of Rose Evans. She hooked both legs, folded her partner in half and held on tight for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Quick as she was, Lily was only halfway under the bottom rope when the bell CLANGED an end to her time at the top of the Lightweight Mountain. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer shouted over the jeers of the FAWantics. “Your winner via pin-fall and the NEW FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION… GABBY MENDOZA!”
Not quite able to believe she’d done it, the new champ tossed Rose’s legs aside and snatched the belt from Craig’s hands before he had the chance to offer it. Holding the faceplate at eye level, she rested her forehead against the gold and whispered one word. “Mine.” She turned her head, saw Lily and raised the belt one handed. “Mine.” she repeated.
“In name, maybe.” Burlingame kept the quaver out of her voice, but the hurt in her eyes was undeniable. Gabby loved it. “You can get a win in a tag match and you can get a win in a glorified handicap match, but I got news for you, Gabz. Real champions defend their titles by themselves. And until you can do anything with leaning on Rose or the rest of Generation Next, you’re just a chick with a big belt.” Lily sighed in disgust, turned away, then went to DEFCON Four when Mendoza snatched her arm and spun her around.
Holding her prize under the former champion’s chin, Gabby snarled, “Any time you want, Lily, Make the challenge and I’ll make sure everyone else stays in the back. That way you won’t have anyone to whine to when you wake up with gum in your hair.” She pulled the belt aside and chested in hard against the other brunette. “Now get outta my ring.”
Lily pushed right back and for a few seconds the crowd dared to entertain thoughts of an immediate rematch. But then Long slipped a hand between their warring tummies and Burlingame took a step back. “Enjoy it, Gabby. Just don’t get used to it.” She slipped through the ropes and started up the aisle with her head high, despite the heartbreaking loss.
Gabby didn’t watch her go, she was already strutting around the ring so everyone could see just how damned good it looked on her shoulder and around her waist. Rose might’ve been the Smartest Girl in the Room and Lily wasn’t beholden to the laws of physics but none of that mattered because as of right now, Gabz was the Golden Girl.
And she wasn’t about to give it up.
The speakers crackled back to life, pumping out Charli XCX’s “Famous”, much to the displeasure of a number Orlando faithful.
“FAMOUS”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7Mabm90wuE
“First,” the announcer resumed, “they represent the FUTURE of FAWN, Gen Next... Hailing from Buffalo, New York... She stands five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-one pounds. She is the Smartest Girl in the Room, ROOOSSSEEE EVVVAAANNNSSS!!!!! And her opponent, from Irving, Texas... She stands five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, the Babyfaced Killer, GAAABBBBBBYYY MEEENNNDDDOOOZZZAAA!!!!!”
ROSE EVANS:
GABBY MENDOZA:
A cascade of boors began to reign down. A few moments after that introduction, two lovely young ladies emerged from backstage—with an emphasis on “YOUNG.” Evans and Mendoza strolled down to the ring virtually side by side—Gabby trailing perhaps a step behind—to a decidedly lustful reaction from the capacity crowd. Rose—the shorter and more fair skinned of the two—looked fairly impassive as she approaches the ring. Her eyes never registered the presence of the crowd or waver from the ring. Gabby—just a little taller with a darker complexion—seemed a little more aware of her surroundings, and possibly even less impressed with the fans around ringside. But, if she was scowling, the effect was somewhat diluted by the periodic bubbles that Mendoza blew with her gum.
Both women were dressed the exact same way: adorned in black lace panties underneath plaid mini-skirts and matching black bustiers that, with neither of these women likely to be mistaken for Hailey Kennedy, gave their bosoms an extremely flattering boost. Both sets of well-shaped legs were encased in thigh high black nylons along with white boots. Climbing onto the apron, Rose and Gabby each slipped one leg through the ropes, bending deep at the waist as they swept their upper bodies toward the ring…
… only to stop halfway, their faces sooooooo close to coming into contact.
Mendoza and Evans brushed noses, exchanging an Eskimo kiss, before pulling the rest of the way into the ring. As Rose moved toward her corner, she barely acknowledges the referee or the audience. For her part, Gabby blew a bubble in the direction of the ramp, pointedly making sure it grew too big for the confectionary to withstand, bursting with a loud ‘POP!’
With Gabby and Rose all but huddling up in the same corner, the Announcer brought forth the last third of this championship contest. “And introducing their opponent, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and ten pounds! She is the Star Strider and the FAWN Lightweight Champion… LILY BURLINGAME!”
Happy to focus on something other than the smarmy presence of Barely Legal, the FAWNatics leapt to their feet and shook the rafters when the lights went down. From within that swirling, anticipatory gloom came a thumping drum and a matched set of snapping fingers, the two bits of percussion bouncing to and fro in a rat-a-tat riff. A keening guitar note joined the beat and a few seconds later the situation got brighter in no small part due to the tongue of flame that licked at the base of the ramp. As the note held steady, the fire set off on a beeline for the top of the ramp.
LILY BURLINGAME:
The wick shrank in time with the arrival of more guitars and an Earth-shattering KA-BOOM of red pyro that almost swallowed the first verse of ’Comeback Kid’. From the center of this flash and flame a figure emerged, shooting up from the floor to land flawlessly before the capacity crowd.
Launching herself from that brand spankin‘ new crater, Lily Burlingame pumped a fist for the crowd, then smacked the belt snapped around her waist and flew down the ramp in a blur of black, red and white. For tonight’s showdown with one of the most beloved lightweights of the last ten years, she wore gleaming black bottoms accented by swirling galaxies of stars done in blue and white. Her top was a halter-style sports bra done in an identical scheme, the red and white seeming to shimmer and twine with her every move. Kneepads were matching black and also sported the galaxy motif, white on the left and blue on the right. Her hair, though free of the mask, was still pulled back in a long, sweeping ponytail.
Closing on the ring at high speed despite the presence of two determined adversaries, the Girl That Gravity Forgot sprang from the floor to the apron to the top rope in the span between heartbeats. Bouncing from it as casually as the terminally grounded stepped off the curb, Lily hooked a sharp turn to the left, hit the adjoining set of strands and went soaring into a gorgeous back flip that set her back in the center of the ring. Then she was off again, the Meteor Mite rounding on one heel to sprint to the far side of the squared circle. At the ropes in an instant, she caught the top and middle in both hands, leapt and twirled over the third strand in a Tiger Feint Kick that ’swicked’ through the air.
Back in the ring a heartbeat later, the Star Strider strode to the middle of the ring and undid the belt. Holding it level with one shoulder, she thumbed an invisible detonator in the other hand and raised her gold to correspond to the thunderous ‘BOOOOOOOM!’ from her fans. She let Craig Long check her boots and pads before hanging the belt over his shoulder. “Couldn’t even come out by yourselves, could ya?” she called to Evans and Mendoza. “Know what else doesn’t stand by itself? Bowling pins. Tonight I knock you pinheads right into the gutter.”
CLANG!
Lily came out of her corner with the bell, the Lightweight Champion keeping her head on a swivel as she made for center ring. She wasn’t thrilled over the idea of Rose and Gabby trying to flank her, but she thought it far better than letting them box her against the buckles.
Smugly aware of Burlingame’s unenviable position, Evans flicked a glance to Mendoza that said ‘follow my lead’ Gabby blew a huge bubble, popped it, dipped her head ever so slightly. Strolling forward with a little extra swagger in her step, Rose grinned at the Interstellar Angel. “Couldn’t beat us when you had a partner, Burlingame.” she taunted. “How the hell do you plan to beat us when you don’t?”
Lily raised her hands but didn’t come forward. Closing on Evans made it easier for Mendoza to approach undetected. “Omitting some pertinent facts, aren’t you, genius? Or did I Krunch your head so hard you just forgot getting pinned with my ass on your nose?”
Rose glowered. She most certainly had not forgotten the galling end to her first singles encounter with the brunette. “That was a fluke.” the blonde growled. “Tonight will be different.”
Lily nodded agreement. “You’re right. Tonight you can let Gabby do all the heavy lifting before you try to sneak the title right out from under her.” Burlingame stole a look at Mendoza, who had indeed crept off the buckles to come in from the champ’s left. “That’s the line she sold you, isn’t it, Gabz? You play front line infantry while Little Lady Fauntleroy there gets to sit back under her parasol until it’s time to pick the bones.” Lily saw the frown cross Mendoza’s face and she allowed herself a very Susan-esque smile. “C’mon, Mendoza. The locker room already thinks you’re dumb, but you can’t be THAT dumb, can--”
The champ turned to directly address Gabby and Evans took it as her cue to pounce on the distracted champion. Only Burlingame wasn’t nearly as distracted as Rose thought. Twisting toward the blonde almost as soon as Rose came forward, Lily leapt up and laced her hands across the back of the challenger’s neck. The FAWNatics (and Mendoza) thought she was thinking Monkey Flip and thus both were surprised when the Crimson Comet stuffed her boots into Evans’s chest and pushed down with every bit of her hundred and ten pounds. Rose was stamped flat into the canvas with an emphatic THWHUMP!
STANDING DOUBLE STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQVu6UhI2TQ
Lily landed atop the blonde’s chest but she didn’t even try for a cover, choosing instead to hop clear to better deal with the Baby-Faced Killer. Good thing too, because Mendoza was almost on top of her with a Double Axehandle locked n’ loaded. Burlingame reached up like she meant to block the blow, then dipped into a crouch and flicked her legs between the brunette’s ankles. A single pulse sent Mendoza tumbling onto her forearms and tummy, a landing that wasn’t all that bad save for the unintentional Headbutt she drilled into her partner’s tummy.
“Dammit!” Gabz reared back on her knees, one hand on her forehead, the other on Rose’s hip. “Sorry Rose, it won’t WHOAAAHHH!” Lily sidled in behind the brunette, hooked an arm under Mendoza’s left bicep and simultaneously scissored both legs around the Brat’s right arm. Then she rolled onto her side and stacked Gabby on her shoulders with a quick Crucifix! Craig Long saw the cover and swooped in to count the…
ONE…
TWO…
Mendoza kicked free of the cradle, but in doing so rolled forward and landed knees-first atop Rose’s tummy! Evans ‘OOOFFFFHHHED!’ and shoved her partner away like she thought it was Lily doing the deed. Discombobulated by the buffeting between adversaries, Gabby rolled away, pushed to one knee and THUNK! A charging Lily hopped, ‘smecked’ her legs around the other brunette’s head and torqued backward to plant Mendoza’s forehead against the mat with a fusion of Facebuster and Hurricanrana.
FACE SPIKE 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktSUr1yn4NU
Gabby bounced back on her knees, then slopped forward onto her tummy, a position she would’ve occupied for a great deal longer if Burlingame hadn’t snatched a double handful of hair and peeled her off the canvas. “You can nap all you want, baby face.” the champ chided as she started ‘em toward the ropes. “You’re just gonna have to do it out there.”
‘There’ turned out to be anywhere outside the squared circle, as Mendoza discovered when Burlingame hit the brakes and flung her clear over the top rope. Lily watched just long enough to confirm Gabby’s unpleasant THWHAP of a landing, then turned her attention to Evans, who’d managed to make it to one knee. “Don’t look now, Rosie.” Lily said loudly enough for the first few rows to hear. “But your front line’s already been decimated. Guess it means you might actually have to do some of the work yourself if you really wanna be a champion.”
Momentarily forgetting (or perhaps just not caring) that the playing field was dangerously level, Rose scrambled to her feet and glared daggers at the Girl That Gravity Forgot. “Just who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that? Know what you’re looking at, Bytch Face? This is the future of FANNNNGGHHH!” Lily darted in, smacked Rose in the ribs, then CRAAACKED her across the cheek with a Bytch Slap that sent Evans staggering into the ropes.
She was still tending to her stinging face when Burlingame snatched a huge handful of hair at the nape of her neck. “I’m the chick who pinned your arrogant ass in the middle of this ring. I’m the CHAMPION who earned everything you want handed to you!” Rose snarled something that probably would’ve been a lot more cogent if the brunette hadn’t stepped off and charged to the far side of the ring with her burden in tow. A single glance told Lily that Gabby was on her feet again and that was all she needed to know. “HEADS UP, CHUMP!”
Mendoza turned without thinking only to immediately wish she hadn’t because Burlingame hurled a Rose-sized Smart Bomb between the top and middle ropes. Evans’s right shoulder caught Gabz flush in the tummy and they went down in a heap of tumbled tyro limbs.
In a singles contest Lily would’ve taken this time to acknowledge the crowd, maybe get a chant or some clapping going. But tonight she couldn’t afford even a small break. The contract might’ve said it was a Triple Threat, but she knew damned well that Rose and Gabby had no intention of laying a hand on each other until they’d removed her from the equation. Long odds or not, Burlingame wasn’t gonna let that happen without a fight.
So she grabbed the top rope in both hands and vaulted out onto the apron. Back to the recovering pair, Lily looked over one shoulder and passed the time with a jaunty little hip waggle. This raised a cheer that neither half of Barely Legal noticed, they were too busy clambering up the other on their way back to verticality. It wasn’t until the noise rose by several more decibels that they looked to the ring and by then Lily was already airborne. Hurling herself away from the squared circle in a glorious arc, the Interstellar Angel dove onto Barely Legal with a gorgeous Asai Moonsault. Rose and Gabby were blown apart, the former rolling head over heels while the latter while the latter collapsed to one side with both arms wrapped around her noggin.
ASAI MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7iiyG8k8RWM
Lily popped up from the wreckage, looked between blonde and brunette and ultimately settled on Rose. “C’mon nerd.” she muttered in the midst of hauling Evans up by trunks and tresses. “It’s time we got back to school.” Less than half a dozen long steps took them to the apron and a rough toss sent the Smartest Girl in the Room tumbling to mid-ring.
Going from floor to apron in a single bound, Burlingame leapt onto the top rope, dropped into a tense crouch and took to the skies-- only to ‘eep’ in surprise when Gabby Mendoza snatched her right ankle and pulled hard!
Gravity might have forgotten Lily Burlingame, but the Babyfaced Killer hadn’t, and whatever one might say about Gravity’s disposition, one thing was now abundantly clear: Gabby Mendoza was a stone cold beyotch! Her legs pulled back in the direction of the floor, the reigning and defending lightweight champion immediately begins to tumble downward instead of flying into the ring. And while Burlingame was able to bring her hands down to grab the top rope, there was only so much her upper body strength could do to overcome the combined efforts of gravity and Mendoza. The rubber coated steel of the top rope still slammed into Lily’s windpipe, snapping her head backward and causing the brunette’s body to rotate as she continued to fall. And matters went from bad to worse when the back of Lily’s skull then met the edge of the apron, Burlingame completing one of the most spectacular and chilling flameouts in FAWN history by collecting into a lump of puddled flesh at Gabby’s feet.
None of which had been noted by Rose Evans.
At least, not initially. Instead, the Smartest Girl in the Room had been preoccupied with the much more pressing issue of shaking off the Asai Moonsault and working her way back to her feet. That, in turn, had given way to a momentary burst of alarm when, once she’d managed to reclaim her footing, there had been no sign of Lily Burlingame before her. Well aware that the acrobatic brunette could reintroduce herself from any angle or elevation, Evans whipped around, her eyes darting in all directions before she finally located her BFF on the outside, looking down to the floor with a smirk, which told the Smartest Girl in the Room all she needed to know...
... and with Mendoza seemingly having matters in hand, Rose slumped back against the far ropes, letting her arms spill over the top rope, Evans perfectly content to take a moment and catch her breath.
Gabby, meanwhile, took a casual stroll away from the huddled, mewling Burlingame, sauntering around the ring steps with nary a care in the world. Gradually, though, the champ began to rise, struggling to her knees and then lifting up to something of a three point stance, her left hand still touching the floor. But the Babyfaced Killer wasn’t about to let her make it any farther. Breaking into a sprint, Mendoza jumped from the floor to the top step, and then from there propelled herself off the steel and toward Lily. Pressing a hand down between Burlingame’s shoulderblades, Gabby let her right thigh drop against the back of Lily’s noggin. And gravity did the rest, apparently working overtime to rectify its oversight from the occasion of Burlingame’s birth. Gabby’s weight DROVE the smaller brunette downward, Lily’s face SLAMMED into the floor by Mendoza’s cruel Fameasser.
FAMEASSER, MINUS RINGSTEP LAUNCHPAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYUg0qLG-Fs
Lily flopped over to her back, arms spilled out over her head, her eyes glassy but her nose remarkably still appearing to look in its proper alignment. Remaining on her backside, Gabby scooted over to her prey, the lovely latina pulled Burlingame up to a seated position and then slipped in behind her, snaking her legs around Lily’s waist. From inside the ring, Rose shouted a helpful reminder.
“No countouts in a triple threat, Gabz!”
“Already ahead of ya, Rosebud,” the Babyfaced Killer replied, slipping her arms underneath Lily’s and clamping on a Full Nelson. There was no suspense with what happened next, Mendoza rocking back and lifting her foe into the air, only to violently drop Burlingame down on her taut tush. Only, in normal circumstances, the Keester Bounce slams its victim’s backside against boards of plywood and a thin layer of canvas. And though that surface might be more harsh than the viewers at home give it credit for, it’s NOTHING compared to having one’s butt BLASTED by the floor.
Especially by the fifth repetition.
Fortunately for the aching Lightweight Champion, her torment came to an end thereafter, but only because Rose joined her partner out on the floor. That seemed to serve as a signal for Gabby to relinquish her scissors and her nelson, the Babyfaced Killer slipping under the bottom rope as Evans claimed a handful of Burlingame’s locks. Pulling the brunette up to her knees, the Smartest Girl in the Room dragged the Girl that Gravity Forgot over to the steel steps. “You know something?” Evans asked lightly. “I miss your mask. Red was SUCH a good color on you...”
Lily opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, Evans DROVE her forehead into the edge of the top step. Tightening her grip on Burlingame’s tresses, Rose pulled back, only to slam her forehead into the cold metal a second and third time. Sure enough, by that point a small gash had been opened on the brunette’s forehead. “Oh noooooo...” Evans gasped in mock alarm. “You can’t afford to lose too much blood. Not if you want to have the stamina to withstand both Gabby and I. Let’s see what we can do about that, shall we?”
Apparently, the Smartest Girl in the Room possessed somewhat unconventional ideas about first aid, for her solution to the problem of Lily’s cut was to SMASH her noggin into the edge of the steps AGAIN, and then to start draaaaaaaaaaging Burlingame’s forehead slowly back and forth, bearing down harder and harder with each pass, Lily having little choice but to shriek louder and louder as the seconds ticked by.
Rose didn’t comment on her triage when it was over. Instead, she stuffed Burlingame under the bottom rope and sent her tumbling into the ring with a shove. As the Smartest Girl in the room climbed up onto the apron, Gabby Mendoza hair-hauled the lightweight champ up to rubbery legs and slipped Lily’s head under her left arm. Snatching a handful of waistband, the Bubblegam Brat popped her hips and abruptly launched the Girl that Gravity Forget on a very abbreviated flight, Burlingame’s back SLAMMING into the canvas from Mendoza’s Snap Suplex. With a howl of anguish, Lily started to sit up. But Gabby roughly placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back down, covering and hooking a leg for the...
SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ceej0QMs2x8
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Burlingame got a shoulder up.
Back inside the ropes, Rose regarded her BFF with an expression of genuine hurt. “... the hell, Gabz?” she asked. “We agreed, that belt is MINE!”
From her knees, Mendoza’s lips curled downward in a sincerely remorseful frown. “Sorry,” she sighed. “Lost my head a bit, I guess.”
“It’s okay,” Evans replied, her features brightening slightly into a reassuring smile as she pulled Burlingame up to her feet. Slipping a Full Nelson on her opponent, she added to her BFF, “I think you know how you can make it up to me...”
“Oh, do I...” Gabby grinned, turning away from the other two women in the match and toward the ropes. Departing to the apron, the Babyfaced Killer made a beeline toward the near corner, not that her haste appeared in any way warranted--Lily writhed in her bonds, but Rose held her tight, even as Mendoza climbed her way to the top turnbuckle. Jumping down from her perch, the dark haired latina’s boots touched down on the mat in front of Burlingame, about an instant after her palm BLASTED Lily’s cheek, the Diving Bytch Slap sending the champion’s head whipping to the right, leaving her dazed...
... TOO dazed to recognized Rose relinquishing her Nelson, the Smartest Girl in the Room instead nudging her head under Burlingame’s left arm and reaching around Lily’s waist. Once her other hand had claimed possession of her foe’s trunks, Evans muscled the Girl that Gravity Forgot aloft. She then quickly sat out, dropping Lily on her shoulders and the back of her head with a Backdrop Suplex. But instead of letting go, Rose tightened her grip and pushed back to her feet, powering Burlingame airborne and connecting with a SECOND Backdrop Suplex. As nice as it might have been, though, Rose wasn’t content to just do it twice. Instead, the Barely Legal brat rose and hauled Lily up along with, delivering a THIRD Backdrop Suplex to complete the Rose Trio.
ROSE TRIO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i68dzNNrSic
Gabby gave her BFF a warm ovation as Rose picked herself off the mat. Lily, meanwhile, rolled over to her side, moaning and wrapping an arm around the back of her head. “Y’know,” Evans purred, circling toward Burlingame’s feet, “I may have popped a hole in her gas tank, but her wheels are distressingly still intact.”
Mendoza circled along with her partner, moving to Lily’s head. “I’m sure you’ve got an idea or two to take care of that, Rosebud,” she grinned.
“You know me SO well,” Rose replied with a sly smirk, lifting the brunette’s left ankle and stepping around. In no time flat, the Smartest Girl in the Room dropped to the mat, her legs entwined with Lily’s shapely stems in the dreaded Figure Four Leglock. But it seems Gabby doesn’t want to just twiddle her thumbs, the Babyfaced Killer dropping to a seat above Burlingame’s noggin and slipping her gams around the champion’s skull, adding her own Figure Four--Headscissors in the case of Mendoza.
Trapped in not one but TWO simultaneous submissions, could Lily hold on? And, if not, WHICH hold would prompt the tap?
Equally worried about the champ and what sort of officiating nightmare he’d endure if she surrendered her title while mired in such a predicament, Craig Long hurried over to the tangled Lightweights and sank to one knee. “What do you say, Lily? Do you need to give it up? Just say the word and I’ll--”
“Of COURSE she’s going to submit, you idiot!” Rose snapped at him. “There’s no way out, it’s simply a matter of time! Just remember, when she DOES tap out, it’s to my Figure Four.”
“But if she passes out,” Gabz added helpfully, “it’s to my Figure Four!”
Evans looked up, scowling. “Now why would you go putting that thought in his head, Gabz? The man’s clearly using most of his cognitive power to form multi-syllable words.”
“Muuuuuhhhhh…. maybe because she’s a lot smarter than you give her credit for, Bytch Face.” Lily groaned from the depths of Mendoza’s gammy prison.
The blonde’s scowl only deepened. “WHAT was that, imbecile? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your title flying away.”
Burlingame squirmed and pawed at Gabby’s legs, but when she spoke, it was to Rose. “I said you’re a puffed up little half-wit who wants to be Emily West it’s disgusting. The problem is you don’t have her brains, charm or cup size, so--”
“TAP OUT!” Rose sat up and leaned in as close as she could to bellow in the trapped brunette’s face. “YOU’RE FINISHED, JUST TAP OUT AND AAARRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!”
Barely Legal knew there were no count outs in a Triple Threat but apparently they’d forgotten there were no disqualifications either. Lily reminded Rose quite painfully when she reached up with both hands and RAKED her attacker’s face from hairline to chin!
Evans shrieked and broke away from the Figure Four, her previous certainty forgotten as worked to rub some vision back into her assaulted peepers. Startled by the abrupt change in circumstances, Gabby Mendoza kept her cool and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed down on the Headscissors in hopes of finishing her friend’s work. “Clever trick, sweetie.” Gabz told the red-faced champ, “Too bad it’s not enough to OOOOWWWWWW DAMMMIT!” Lily twisted her noggin in the confines of the Scissors, not to escape but to sink her teeth into the challenger’s inner thigh! Gabby ground her teeth and held on for another five seconds, but Burlingame never stopped chewing and with count to call it off the Babyfaced Killer was forced to relinquish her crushing hold.
Free to breathe for the first time in what felt like hours, the Interstellar Angel rolled to her tummy and slowly clambered to her fe--”YOU’RE GONNA LEAVE HERE ON A STRETCHER, BYTCH FACE!” Rose clubbed her across the back of the neck with a huge Forearm Smash, then slipped her arms under the brunette’s biceps for a neck-kinking Full Nelson. “I’M GONNA BUST YOU UP ON THE INSIDE AND MAKE YOU BEG FOR NNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Lily whipped her left foot forward only to snap it back and up, the heel slotting between her attacker’s legs to THWHUMP against Evans’s crotch. Rose’s grip faded to a shadow of its former self, which meant Burlingame had more than enough strength to wrench free and swing around on her six. A Double Chickenwing kept Evans upright and perhaps more importantly, turned her into a damned good human shield.
This latter fact wasn’t immediately apparent, indeed Rose didn’t register the danger until the trunk-kicking little witch pointed her toward the slowly rising Gabby Mendoza. “Get outta the way, Gabz!” she squeaked through the hurt. “Bytch Face is playing dirtyyeeeaaaaaaa NNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Lily charged forward and was extremely satisfied to hear (and feel) the THWHUNK of a forehead to forehead collision. Mendoza went down in a heap and Rose might’ve joined her if not for that Double Chickenwing. Cranking back tighter than ever, Lily circled around so she and Evans were on the flattened brunette’s left side. Then she dipped her knees and hoisted the Smartest Girl in the Room into the sky with a hold that might’ve separated her shoulders if she’d held it for more than a heartbeat or two. Instead she tossed Rose forward and dropped to her tush while also releasing the challenger’s trapped arms. The finished product saw Rose THWHAMMED down on her face, chest and tummy by a lightweight version of Cassandra Vale’s ‘Render of the Veils’, Evans’s landing only slightly softened by the crash-pad of Gabby Mendoza.
SPACY RENDER OF THE VEILS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=blKAX3NRvxo
It was still a pin, albeit an involuntary one, and Lily should’ve stopped it cold. Instead she slid clear and kept a close watch as Long dove in to count off…
ONE…
TWO….
THRNOOO!
Mendoza shoved Evans away and sat up only to immediately put one hand to her forehead and another against her gulping tummy. “What was that, Rose?” she muttered angrily. “I said I’d help you win the title, not eat a pin for you.”
“Wasn’t trying to pin you, dope.” the blonde rasped in reply. “Burlingame planted me and you just got in the way.”
Gabby flipped hair off her face and glared at Rose. “DON’T call me that.”
Groaning in exasperation, the Smartest Girl in the Room tried to sound soothing and came off condescending instead. “Heat of the moment, Gabz. No one thinks you’re a dope, I’m just focused on winning the--” THWHACK!
PENALTY KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHwKj_zpNXc
A charging Lily actually hopped over the gobsmacked brunette en route to smashing the top of her left foot across Rose’s face in a Penalty Kick. Utterly unprepared for the blow, Evans collapsed like a puppet with cut strings, assuming of course that puppets could bleed from the mouth.
Lily saw the crimson pooling beside Rose’s yap and was strangely pleased by it, not that there was any time to savor the violence when there was still a Babyfaced Killer on the loose. Careful to plant herself in sight of both challengers, Lily honed in on Gabby and sank into a slight crouch. Didn’t move though, the champ needed a chance to catch her breath and she knew how to get it. “I don’t think you’re dumb, Mendoza. Gullible maybe, but not dumb. Rose on the other hand, SHE thinks you’re a total idiot.”
“Shut your mouth, Bytch Face.” Gabby’s eyes were narrowed to furious slits, but she made no move to close on her adversary. “Rose is my best friend. Together we’re gonna own this dump.”
Lily cast a glance to Rose, saw she was stirring and slowly crept into the stretch of canvas between partners. Eyes still on Gabby, she asked, “Are you? Wanna know what my sister got when she bent the knee to Emily West? A clear shot at Pandora. That was ALL she needed to bring down an Amazon and become the youngest two-time World Champion in FAWN history. That was the reward for her allegiance, her loyalty. What’s your loyalty gotten you, Gabz? Far as I can tell, nothing but a few beatings that should’ve gone to this beeyotch (she jerked a thumb at Rose) and the title of FAWN’s hardest working hench-wen--”
“I SAID SHUT YOUR F*CKING AAARRRRGGHH!”
Gabby pounced on Lily with her claws at the ready, if only they’d been low enough to block the punt Burlingame stuffed between her thighs. Mendoza wailed and doubled over, offering her head to the champ in the process. Lily drew her into a Front Facelock and almost absently snapped off another kick, this one PWAAAKING against Rose’s navel a heartbeat before she could sink her fingers into the brunette’s hair. Collecting Evans’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock, the Girl that Gravity Forgot sprang up and dropped to her butt to THWONK Gabby’s skull with a DDT and THWHUNK Rose’s jaw with a Stunner.
DDT & STUNNER COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nIB1fKONi7A
Barely Legal flopped out in opposite directions, but the blonde half was a little closer, so Lily pounced across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Rose shoved her loose with half a second to spare, so Burlingame wheeled around and treated Mendoza to a Crossbody of her own.
ONE…
TWO…
Gabby powered out and flopped onto her side. “Always figured you were the tougher half.” Lily sighed. “That’s why you can stay out of my way for a while.” Gabz had no intention of following such an order, alas, Lily didn’t give her much in the way of a choice. Hauling the other brunette to boot-leather with a handful of hair, the Lightweight Champion scooped her up and stamped over to the nearest corner. A bit of shoving and twisting left Mendoza tied to the Tree of Woe and though the FAWNatics urged Lily to dole out some more punishment, Burlingame took her leave after a single possessive swat to opposing tummy.
Finally, blessedly alone with the most obnoxious part of Generation Next, Lily raised her hands and sank into a springy crouch. “No one left to take this test for you, Rosie.” she taunted. “So wipe away those tears, spit out your teeth and show me you’re willing to bleed for this goddamned championship.”
No teeth were spat, but Rose DID lick away some blood from her lower lip. “Every scream of pain and word you utter pleading for mercy is going to make all that blood worth it,” Evans snarled. And with that, blonde and brunette surged forward. Eschewing any pretense at either a scientific approach or a display of agility, instead the Girl that Gravity Forgot and the Smartest Girl in the Room opted to trade forearms, driving blows into chin and chest, each staggering her opponent, but neither initially able to land a second blow before the other responded...
Of course, that couldn’t remain the case forever--and it doesn’t. And, much to the satisfaction of the FAWNatics, it was Burlingame who began to claim the upper hand in this unexpected slugfest. After rattling Rose’s cage with a particularly wicked Uppercut under the chin, Lily took the challenger’s wrist and prepared to send her on her way with an Irish whip. Alas, even with her ears no doubt still ringing, Evans managed to dig in and reverse it, her dark haired foe instead sent sprinting toward the rubber-coated steel. Almost immediately, the Barely Legal brat began to charge behind her prey, perhaps hoping to meet her at the ropes with a clothesline.
But a curious thing happened. Lily Burlingame did NOT turn her back into the cables. Instead, Lily went airborne, grabbing the top rope with both hands as her body went sideways. Establishing a tight grip, the Crimson Comet swung her shapely legs out of the ring, using her handholds for stability as her boots swung back inside the confines of the ropes and caught the startled Barely Legal brat flush in the mug with her Cherry Swirl.
CHERRY SWIRL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0SxNZCrhJnY
Evans was stunned, but in a display of obstinance she remained semi-upright, whipping away from the twin boots and staggering forward, stooped and raising a hand to check on the condition of her increasingly traumatized jaw. Lily, meanwhile, didn’t halt her momentum--she just lowered her trajectory, swinging through the gap in the middle and top ropes so that her soles could touch down out on the apron. Adjusting her double-fisted grip on the rubber coated steel, Burlingame waited patiently for Rose to try to find her, and when the Smartest Girl in the Room began to swivel around, Lily rocked back. Vaulting effortlessly to the top rope, the reigning Lightweight champion launched and landed a springboard dropkick that DRILLED Evans in the chest, dropping the battered blonde to the canvas with a thud and a groan.
SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=To7iDOkepBE
Still, you had to hand it to the Barely Legal brat. Despite her bloodied mouth, her ringing ears and her nearly breathless lungs, Rose struggled to get back to her feet--even as Lily rocked back onto her shoulders and kipped up with deceptive ease. Without even the slightest pause, Burlingame raced into the ropes, rebounding off them as Evans stumbled and turned. Taking flight, the Crimson Comet flew toward the challenger, at first glance seemingly aiming to take her foe down with a simple Crossbody. But as Rose instinctively reached for Lily’s midsection, the brunette slipped her legs around the noggin of the Smartest Girl in the Room and RIPPED the blonde off her feet with a Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors.
TILT-A-WHIRL HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zl-2v6J4V-k
Quickly getting to her hands and knees, Lily scampered over to her shellshocked adversary, and perhaps for the briefest of moments she had considered going for the cover. But instead, the Girl that Gravity Forgot climbed to her feet and gathered up a handful of Rose’s blonde locks--apparently even if Rose might have been finished, Burlingame wasn’t finished teaching her a few new lessons. Stuffing Evans’ head between her thighs, Lily locked down a Standing Headscissors, before wrapping her arms around the challenger’s midsection.
While grace and acrobatics might always remain Lily’s calling card, in truth the brunette had enough strength to get tuff with girls of similar stature--which she promptly demonstrated by hoisting Evans up across her left shoulder with a determined grunt. Burlingame’s hands then went to Rose’s armpits, and the Crimson Comet SHOVED the Smartest Girl in the Room into the air, as far over her head as Lily’s wingspan allowed. She didn’t keep Rose there for long, however, one last thrust depriving the blonde of any support from the Lightweight champion. As Evans plummeted back to earth, Burlingame’s arms collected her waist, allowing her to guide the Barely Legal brat to an emphatic collision with the thinly padded plywood, holding Rose down for...
SPLASH MOUNTAIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eux27W5o-Qg
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Evans’ hips bucked, with JUUUST enough force to send both beauties toppling to their sides, preventing a final slap of the mat.
While Lily managed to sit up after a couple of moments, Rose just slopped onto her stomach. Looking to Craig, Burlingame asked, “You SURE your hand didn’t just graze the mat that last time?”
“Sorry, Lil,” Long replied with a shrug.
“Don’t be,” the brunette smirked, pushing up to verticality. “If you HAD counted the three, then I couldn’t do THIS...”
Approaching the Smartest Girl in the Room, Burlingame stepped up onto the backs of Rose’s thighs and made short work of hooking the blonde’s boots behind her calves. For the FAWNatics, the only suspense as Lily leaned forward was in wondering how many slaps of Evans’ sides it would take to prompt a spasm sufficient to let Lily grab her foe’s wrists. The answer, as it happened, was three, after which the Girl that Gravity Forgot first dropped to her backside, and then rocked flat to her back, hoisting Rose toward the rafters with the Romero special.
ROMERO SPECIAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MnmEsdsqbdY
“How about it, Rose?” the referee asked. “I’ll ring the bell, if you say the word...”
But Evans shook her head, hanging blonde locks whipping in all directions. “There’s... agggghhhh... there hasn’t... nnnngggghhhh... been a submission invented... that... that I can’t think my way out ooouuuUUUUGGGGGAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!”
Apparently fed up with the Barely Legal brat’s lip, Lily gave both of Rose’s wrists a vicious tug. “THINK your way out of?” the Crimson Comet taunted. “Maybe. WORK your way out of? Never in a million years, bytch...”
If only Burlingame’s arms and legs could both support Rose’s weight for a million years. But they’re only up to the task for about thirty additional seconds, after which Lily released Evans’ wrists and used a flex of her gams to send the Smartest Girl in the Room crashing to the mat, face and chest first. The brunette then picked herself up before hauling Rose up with a handful of hair, the Lightweight champ dipping to nudge her head under the challenger’s left arm. Holding Evans’ wrist in one hand, Burlingame slipped her other arm around Rose’s waist, popped her hips, and executed a near flawless Northern Lights Suplex hold.
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvQPd3nU5ek
ONE...
TWO...
THRE...
“GGYYYYYYYYUUUAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”
The pinning combination was thwarted, but not thanks to anything on the part of Rose Evans. No, as Lily had continued to impose her will on the Smartest Girl in the Room, unobserved by all but a few eagle eyed FAWNatics, Gabby Mendoza had--after some considerable effort and a couple of false starts--managed to crunch her way up to a seat on the top turnbuckle, and then to untangle her boots before climbing to a perch. And from there, the Babyfaced Killer had launched a Frog Splash, her belly ‘THWAAAAP!’ing down across the fully extended abs of the bridged Burlingame.
FROG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBtYGsvAQ9o
Lily crumpled to the deck in a moaning heap, Gabby bouncing away and flopping to her back. And the crowd was left to wonder just how much damage might have been done, not only to Burlingame’s abdominal muscles and rib cage, but also perhaps to the ligaments and tendons of the knees that had supported her bridge when one hundred and twenty-two pounds of Mendoza had caught her completely unawares.
Though short of breath after the Splash and still more than a little discombobulated after spending the last few minutes freeing herself from the Tree of Woe, Gabby Mendoza was doing better than her opponents, as evidenced when she rolled to all fours and crawled over to the gaping champion. Crushing even more breath from Burlingame’s lungs with a Crossbody in the form of a miniature Splash, the Babyfaced Killer hooked the far leg and nodded along for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lily might’ve kicked free, but it wasn’t her that broke the pin. That honor went to Rose Evans, who snatched hold of her partner’s ankles and pulled her off the champ with a heartbeat to spare. Confused and angry in equal measure, Mendoza scrambled to her feet and rounded on the blonde, who didn’t look too happy herself. “What was that shyt, Rosie? I HAD her!”
“Yeah, but that’s not the PLAN, was it, Gabz? That title is mine! I’m the one who ‘lost’ ________ plane ticket, I’m the one who got us that tag match, I’M the one who’s gonna humble Lily Burlingame’s arrogant ass! Now either help, or get the hell out of my way!”
Gabby’s pretty face was a thunderhead, but after a moment she nodded compliance. “Sorry, Rosebud. I just thought I’d make a pretty good champion.”
Evans laid a hand on her shoulder. “You will, Gabz. Just not tonigNNNNNGGGGHHHH!” Incredulous surprise from the sold-out crowd as Mendoza swatted Rose’s hand away and grabbed her behind the neck. In the next instant she was airborne with her right knee tucked snug against the blonde’s incredulous mug. There was a ‘thump’ when Gabz hit the mat followed by a much louder THWHUNK as she burst Rose’s golden aspirations like just another bubble.
BURSTING YOUR BUBBLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oraj2drOPs
Sprawled out flat on her back after the unexpected assault, Evans only moaned when Gabby pounced atop her chest and tied up both legs in a squirming bundle. The FAWNatics helped Craig count along for the….
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lily skidded in from the right with a Low Dropkick to the other brunette’s ribs, thus saving her title by the slimmest of margins. “DAMMIT!” Mendoza pounded the mat in frustration, then scrambled to her feet to glare death at the Interstellar Angel. “She was MINE! The title was MINE!”
Burlingame snorted in derision. “Oh, YOU’RE frustrated? Imagine dealing with both of you conniving Bytch Faces all night. Rose has already proved she can’t hang with me, Gabby. You ready to learn too?”
Gabz flipped hair out of her eyes and raised a pair of wickedly curled claws. “I’m gonna scrape you off my boot, Lily.”
They went straight for one another, a late stage Collar & Elbow that ‘OOOFFFFHHH!” Mendoza shifted at the last second, all the better to drill a Kneelift in just above the waistband of her opponent’s briefs. Lily’s eyes bugged out and she would’ve collapsed to all fours if the dark haired challenger hadn’t buried a hand in her hair. “Remember this moment, Bytch Face.” Mendoza pulled her free arm waaaaaaay back and popped out her thumb, signaling for the Froot Stripe Spike. “In the end, it wasn’t the genius that took your title.”
She dipped her knees and actually hoisted Burlingame off her feet by the roots. The spike whipped forward at the same instant, the simple maneuver promising a brutally simple end to Lily’s record-setting THWHACK! The Lightweight Champion’s left leg lashed out and up, an improvised Enzugiri that caught her attacker directly behind the ear.
Gabby’s knees shimmied but didn’t give out, which proved unfortunate because it meant Lily didn’t have to waste any time peeling her off the canvas. Instead she just wedged her noggin between Mendoza’s gams and straightened up so that the challenger was dripping down her back like some sort of tawdry cape. Palming the back of Gabby’s skull with her left hand, Burlingame snugged the inverted brunette’s head in against the point of her hip, then took several giant steps and dropped to her tush to PLANT the Babyfaced Killer with a ring-rattling Kryptonite Krunch!
KRYPTONITE KRUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFXZ3zUFUP8
Gabz popped open in a glassy-eyed starfish, the very definition of ‘finished’. And Lily was right there, in fact she started to go for the cover, only to realize that Rose was up and stamping their way. Oh so tired of Rose Evans and her special brand of petulant bullshyt, Lily got up and closed on the other challenger, making sure to stomp on Mendoza’s tummy in the process.
“Just you and me now, imbecile.” Rose snarled. “And I can’t WAIT to teach you a lesson in humiliNNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Lily snapped a heartless kick between the blonde’s thighs, silencing her on the spot. Would’ve been a disqualification in a singles contest, but Triple Threats were far more lenient and really, no one could fault the champ for a little nastiness after all she’d endured tonight. Filling her fingers with Rose’s hair, Burlingame forced the Smartest Girl in the Room into a Standing Headscissors and quickly looped both arms around her waist. A cheer went up as Rose was flipped over and it got a little louder when the Girl that Gravity Forgot turned just enough to show off the challenger’s tush. Too short on energy to waste breath on words, Lily only winked the camera before she hopped up and sat out to THWHUNK Evans’s head into the mat courtesy of a Piledriver.
Rose slopped onto her back looking just as used up as Gabby, but the champ wasn’t close enough to go for a cover. Lily’d made for the high rent district and now she was back where she belonged, with her shadow hanging long and dark over Rose’s gulping midsection. Exhausted but unbowed, the Crimson Comet raised her invisible detonator and shouted, “HERE COMES THE BOOM!” Those assembled rose as one and drew in a breath as Lily pressed the button and leapt out into the void for that corkscrewing, head-first back flip that THAWHAMMED down on Rose’s midsection!
CHERRY WARHEAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNdHhtx-Kog
Bounced to her knees by the power of the Warhead, Lily slung a leg over Evans’s torso and planted her tush on her chest while simultaneously hooking one-- Gabby Mendoza raaaaaaaaaaaaked Burlingame’s eyes, snatched a double handful of hair and bum rushed her to the ropes so fast the fans couldn’t process a warning. Tossing Lily through the ropes as hard as she could, Mendoza wheeled around and practically hurled herself upon the insensate wreckage of Rose Evans. She hooked both legs, folded her partner in half and held on tight for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Quick as she was, Lily was only halfway under the bottom rope when the bell CLANGED an end to her time at the top of the Lightweight Mountain. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer shouted over the jeers of the FAWantics. “Your winner via pin-fall and the NEW FAWN LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION… GABBY MENDOZA!”
Not quite able to believe she’d done it, the new champ tossed Rose’s legs aside and snatched the belt from Craig’s hands before he had the chance to offer it. Holding the faceplate at eye level, she rested her forehead against the gold and whispered one word. “Mine.” She turned her head, saw Lily and raised the belt one handed. “Mine.” she repeated.
“In name, maybe.” Burlingame kept the quaver out of her voice, but the hurt in her eyes was undeniable. Gabby loved it. “You can get a win in a tag match and you can get a win in a glorified handicap match, but I got news for you, Gabz. Real champions defend their titles by themselves. And until you can do anything with leaning on Rose or the rest of Generation Next, you’re just a chick with a big belt.” Lily sighed in disgust, turned away, then went to DEFCON Four when Mendoza snatched her arm and spun her around.
Holding her prize under the former champion’s chin, Gabby snarled, “Any time you want, Lily, Make the challenge and I’ll make sure everyone else stays in the back. That way you won’t have anyone to whine to when you wake up with gum in your hair.” She pulled the belt aside and chested in hard against the other brunette. “Now get outta my ring.”
Lily pushed right back and for a few seconds the crowd dared to entertain thoughts of an immediate rematch. But then Long slipped a hand between their warring tummies and Burlingame took a step back. “Enjoy it, Gabby. Just don’t get used to it.” She slipped through the ropes and started up the aisle with her head high, despite the heartbreaking loss.
Gabby didn’t watch her go, she was already strutting around the ring so everyone could see just how damned good it looked on her shoulder and around her waist. Rose might’ve been the Smartest Girl in the Room and Lily wasn’t beholden to the laws of physics but none of that mattered because as of right now, Gabz was the Golden Girl.
And she wasn’t about to give it up.