Post by alyadmirer on Jul 15, 2016 23:26:04 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from South Boston, Massachusetts... She stands five feet nine inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and thirty-three pounds, she is one half of the reigning and defending Tag Team Champions, please welcome ROOOXXXAAANNNNNNEEE McccCCCRRIIIMMMMMMOOONNN!”
The unmistakable horn fanfare, appropriated from Bob & Earl, led directly into the House of Pain hip-hop classic ‘Jump Around‘. It took a hard soul NOT to become pumped--first by the music, and then by the sight of blonde that burst through the curtains at the start of the first verse, as enthusiastic as she was gorgeous.
”JUMP AROUND”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZaz7OqyTHQ
ROXANNE McCRIMMON:
Touted as a big time player from the moment she’d joined the main roster, Roxanne McCrimmon had really come into her own since she and Becky Clayton had formed the BFG’s and proceeded to own the Tag Team ranks like the deed was in their back pocket. Too excited to linger more than a few seconds atop the stage, McCrimmon raced down to the ring, readily accepting the slaps and offered encouragement of the capacity crowd. The blonde's long, sculpted legs were left bared, save for white kneepads and boots, her upper body sheathed under a white number 34 Celtics jersey. Bounding up the steel steps, McCrimmon slipped through the ropes and headed toward her corner. Raising her right arm, Roxie followed the command of her anthem, jumping up and down--and beckoning the fans to do likewise with a wave of her hand. And a large portion of the crowd opted to play along.
Settling down, the blonde powerhouse grabbed the hem of her old school jersey and pulled it up and overhead to reveal a green one piece, her taut abs at full extension and bared by the broad shamrock-pattern cutout at her midsection. Turning to the ropes, Roxie flung the garment off into the stands, where it disappeared amidst a sea of questing hands. Once that was done she snapped the belt clear of her waist and tossed it to head referee Craig Long. Dropping from the corner with a quiet thump, McCrimmon stomped to the far corner and glared daggers at the curtain.
Simultaneously intrigued and worried by what might happen next, the Announcer tucked his notes away and hoped for the best. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is the Bankable Bombshell, the Rainmaker, THE ACE of the Black Court, she is SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPoIznBujEA
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
The speakers cut loose with an electronic scream and those gathered for Summer Swelter answered with a great deal of the throat-born variety, as was the norm when the Rainmaker arrived. Never happier than when she was the center of attention, Sue Burlingame swatted her way through the curtain and stretched her arms in a wide ‘T’ that called down a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro from overhead. Tonight the tawny brunette hardbody wore a snug black tank-top sporting this rather polarizing hashtag: #KICKBYTCHES,GETMONEY. It earned a heartily mixed reaction from the FAWNatics as the eternal debate of whether to cheer the heiress for her skills or jeer her for her attitude continued for yet another night.
Hardly caring about the outcome of said debate, Burlingame basked in their attention for several seconds, then grabbed the bottom edge of her tank-top in both hands and peeled it off in a single well practiced movement. Then she tossed it aside and ran an appraising hand over the washboard expanse of her midsection, one of the many places she anticipated blonde tears falling before the night was over. For her battle against Clayton’s dog-faced gremlin, she wore the usual dark blue two piece with gold trim. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look. Eager to show these basement dwellers and keyboard commandos what her skills could do against a set of brainless muscles, the Ace headed down the aisle with a dangerous amount of swagger in her step.
Avoiding the fans because it was so much goddamned fun, Susan abruptly burst into a flat out run, dove under the bottom rope and sprang to her feet. Positioned directly in the center of the ring, she blew a little teasing smooch to referee Craig Long, then turned her attention to Roxie. “So Lenore tells me you’re a bit fragile, mentally. Don’t worry, I won’t make any jokes about that World’s Worst Mom mug hidden way in the back of your locker. I’m just gonna beat you ‘til you cry.” Roxie snarled and stepped forward but Susan was already gone, the smirking former champion flitting over to her side of the ring to amuse herself during the boredom of final instructions.
The bell sounded and Roxanne’s pulse sped up, not because she was afraid of facing a woman who’d earned two World Championships by the age most talents were proving the bona fides in the mid-card, but because she damned well knew that handing Susan a loss could catapult her into contention for Erika Eisenberg’s IC title, or possibly even a shot at Veronica Treymane’s big gold belt. Lofty goals that McCrimmon meant to achieve sooner rather than later. All she had to do was get through the Ace of the Black Court. More than ready for the challenge ahead, the Beantown Bombshell pushed off the turnbuckles and claimed the center as her own in only a few long strides. “C’mon, Susan.” Roxie already had one hand hoisted high overhead. “I’ve been dying to see what all the fuss is about.”
Burlingame smiled, her eyebrows arching as she mouthed a single word. ‘Fuss?’ The Rainmaker had a well-earned reputation for making her opponents wait while she went through final preparations, tonight however she made her way to the other blonde with nary a moment’s delay. “Sure about this, Roxie?” Sue drew up just short of her foe. “This is a big jump in class for you.”
McCrimmon raised her hand a little higher, waggled her fingers at Burlingame. “Not a jump, Susie. All you gotta do is reach. Lock hands with me and I’ll show you what I can do.”
The heiress dipped her head, acknowledging the point without actually accepting it. She rolled her shoulders, set her feet and lifted her left hand to meet Roxie’s right. Their fingertips *just* brushed when Susan jerked her hand away and waggled an index finger in McCrimmon’s face. “No, no, NO!” she chided. “Baby mustn’t touch! This is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too hot for Bab--”
Rox planted both hands against Burlingame’s chest and sent her flying with a colossal shove. Most other women would’ve landed flat on their back and lost their wind, of course Susan was worlds removed from ‘other women’ and so she landed in a graceful backward somersault that put her on one knee several feet removed from the brawny blonde. More than happy to answer the Courtier’s grandstanding with some of her own, Roxanne strutted over to Sue and offered her a double bicep flex worthy of a Gladiaxtrix cover. “No, no, NO!” she chided. “Baby musn’t tease! This is waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too strong for BabOOOOFFFFHH!”
Sue’s left leg whipped out like a scythe, caught Rox just above her heels and dropped her onto her tush with a low ‘thud’! Spinning back to her foe after the Sweep, Burlingame launched herself from the crouch, meaning to flatten McCrimmon against the mat and pound some forearms into that smug little gym rat face.
Alas, Rox had some speed to go with that hardbody frame and she put it to good use by stuffing a heel into the Ace’s tummy. Grabbing her shoulders in the same instant, McCrimmon used their combined momentum to roll backward and toss Burlingame onto her back via a Monkey Flip-NO! Oh, Susan went flying all right, but just like the earlier shove, she adjusted in mid-air and landed on her feet as neat as you please.
As of yet unaware of her rival’s acrobatic counter, Roxie rolled to her knees and looked over one shoulder to THWHACK! Sue planted on her left foot to whip the right one back n’ around in a Low Kick that cracked against the back of McCrimmon’s head. Roxie’s noggin snapped forward and the rest of her followed suite, a slow, smooth flop that laid her out flat on her face, chest and belly.
LOW KICK @ 00:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KaqGRkVXDQ
“And that my friends…” Burlingame sauntered around to Roxie’s left side and planted one foot on her tush and the other on the base of her neck. Arms spread wide, the Rainmaker threw her head back and bellowed, “IS WHAT ALL THE FUSS IS ABOUT!”
A near even mix of cheers and boos greeted this statement, the FAWNatics once again finding themselves divided between loving her skills and hating her ego. For her part Susan enjoyed both and she basked in the reaction for several more seconds before leaping up and dropping almost straight down to THWHUMP her limber frame across McCrimmon’s lower back in a quick Senton.
Roxie groaned, put one hand to the small of her back and braced the other against the canvas to help her recover a tiny bit faster. She’d made it onto her butt when Burlingame planted a knee between her shoulders and laced both hands under the Bostonian’s chin. “I’m not sure you’re quite ready for primetime, Roxie.” Sue smirked as she worked the simple Chinlock. “I mean, the raw materials are there, you may be the only chick in this place who’s more cut than her own action figure. But when it comes to actual wrestling? Your fundamentals are lacking. That’s why I’m starting small. Here, try to get outta this without tapping.”
Of course McCrimmon had no intention of surrendering so early (or at all, for that matter) but that didn’t stop the heiress from jostling her posted knee and beeeeeeeeeeending the grounded grappler’s neck backward at a terrible angle. Seeing the kink in her neck and the arch of her spine, Craig Long hurried over to the action and asked, “What do you say, Rox? Tell me something!”
“Ohhhhh, she’s not ready to tap out yet, not to a simple little Chinlock!” Sue answered for her, the Bankable Bombshell’s voice just dripping with condescension. “Wait, you’re NOT gonna tap out, right? That’d be really disappoint--”
Roxie wrenched her way loose of Burlingame’s clutches, whirled around on one knee and reached for her smirking foe’s ha--THWHAP! Sue split the bigger blonde’s defenses with a Forearm Smash, her elbow hitting Rox’s cheek full force. McCrimmon reeled, might’ve slopped onto her side if the Ace hadn’t laced both hands behind her head and pulled her facedown onto that still posted knee! The result was essentially another Chinlock, only now McCrimmon’s thrashing was even more violent because Susan was trying to smear the Bombshell’s mouth and nose all across her kneepad.
“Don’t start crying on me now, tuff girl.” Burlingame cooed. “We’re still playing on Easy Mode. If you can’t handle this, you’ll never survive Medium.”
Frankly startled by just how painful the basics could be in the hands of someone as talented as the Rainmaker, Rox stopped trying to prize herself loose and focused on her fists, which she pounded off the other blonde’s thigh, hips and ribs. Sue soaked them up without complaint, but they were most certainly hitting home, if the grimace on her face was to be believed. Without warning she snatched a double handful of McCrimmon’s hair and pulled her up on her knees. Shifting her own knee outta the way, the former FAWN World Champ BWUUUNKED Roxie’s face against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
“Knew you were tougher than you looked.” Burlingame muttered as she stretched out and laid down with her chest pressing against her rival’s upper back. “Lets up the ante a bit, shall we?”
Curling her right arm under Rox’s left armpit, Susan reached around with her left arm, locked her fingers in an S-Grip and then somersaulted over into a bridge that put her on tiptoes and the crown of her skull while poor Roxie’s head and upper body were wrenched off the canvas like she was caught in a particularly stiff Camel Clutch. “EERRGGGHHH NOOOOOOOOOO! McCrimmon moaned, the sound simultaneously denying the pain and the ref’s queries of surrender. Sue didn’t think the musclehead would give up either, yet you could never tell with the hardbodies, which was why she jerked up n’ down on Roxie’s chin and rocked the bridge even harder, just in case the bytch was all flex and no fight.
FLIPPING CHANCERY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H0KSVvM_3PI
“Still hanging in there, Baby?” Sue taunted after perhaps fifteen seconds. “Don’t need to dial it back for you, do I?” Instead of waiting for an answer she bridged up on her toes and really CRAAAAAAANKED the Chancery to see if she could make the top of Roxie’s head touch the small of her back.
The Beantown Bombshell didn’t bother wasting any energy answering the Rainmaker’s taunts--after all, any energy she might expend here only increased the chances of the flipping chancery wringing a submission out of her, and the expression on McCrimmon’s contorted features was a testament to just how little assistance this torturous hold needed in accomplishing that task. Roxie raised her free arm, and stretched the limb as far out as she could. The stretching didn’t stop there, as all four fingers and thumbs also moved as far apart as they could while her hand searched out the safety of the ropes--only to find cool, refrigerated air. With a groan, the Irish-American blonde’s arm fell back to the canvas...
“Hear that?” Susan asked with a smirk. “I’m pretty sure that was a tap.”
“How about it, Roxie?” Craig explored. “I’ll call it, if you need me to...”
“Nnnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhh,” McCrimmon grunted in defiance, but while her hand had stopped searching out the rubber coated steel, the former tag team champion had managed to slither on her belly enough to allow her to extend a long, sculpted gam and drape a boot over the bottom cable. To his credit, the referee spotted the act almost instantly, and called for a break.
To the shock of next to nobody, Susannah Burlingame simply cranked back harder on the chancery.
Long began to count, reaching three before the Rainmaker reluctantly broke her hold. As she climbed back to her feet, Roxanne reached for the ropes and began pulling herself up--but not quickly enough. Marching in behind her foe, Susan roughly grabbed the blonde robobabe by the shoulders and SHOVED down, forcing McCrimmon’s throat down across the middle rope. The Beantown Bombshell’s boots immediately began to kick, and Burlingame found herself on the receiving end of another count toward disqualification--this one she milked to the edge of “FOUR!”
The former World champion raised her hands with a flourish, basking in the jeers of the crowd as McCrimmon drew in one deep breath. But the Irish-American hardbody barely had time to exhale before she found the rubber coated steel cutting into her windpipe again, this time thanks to Burlingame’s flawless backside. Having spun her back to her kneeling opponent, the Ace leisurely reclined against Roxanne, smirking as she casually let her arms fall over the top rope, content to let gravity and the most perfect hindquarters in the company--to hell with anything Bates or LaRue might say--do all the work for her.
“Dammit, Sue!” Craig snapped. “ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
With each number rattled off, Burlingame simply tilted her head toward a shoulder, the very picture of a carefree competitor. She waited until the very brink of disqualification before pulling away, allowing Roxie to turn and slump to her tush, sagging against the ropes as she reached a hand to her reddened throat. With the bigger blonde rasping, McCrimmon’s chest heaving, Susan snatched a handful of hair and pulled the Beantown Bombshell up to her feet. Stuffing Roxie’s head under her left arm, the Rainmaker gathered up a handful of green spandex at her opponent’s right hip, started to pop HER hips...
... when McCrimmon hooked the smaller woman’s calf. Blocking the suplex wasn’t enough for the chiseled robobabe, though. Roxie rocked back and dropped to the mat, capturing the Ace in a tight small package that left the writhing Burlingame’s shoulders flat against the canvas!
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Susannah bucked loose.
“Think you’re gonna roll ME up?” the Rainmaker fumed, not quite under her breath, as she scrambled to her feet and charged toward the rising McCrimmon. “You’re gonna deserve EVERYTHING I do to yooouuuuuuUUUUNNNGGGGGHHHHHH!!” Roxie ducked underneath Sue’s right arm, claiming it with her left and hooking the wing over her shoulder. Rising up back to back with the former World champion, the Beantown Bombshell reached back with her right arm and cupped Burlingame’s chin. The bigger blonde then twisted and genuflected, SLAMMING the Ace’s mush into her posted knee.
DR. TEETH @2:40:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qlUvUoqtnds
Susannah rocketed back up onto her heels, both hands flying to her face, no doubt checking to make sure that her mouth still possessed its full allotment of teeth. But she doesn’t go down, which might not have ended up being the best course of action. Rising back to her full height herself, Roxie nuzzled in and laced her arms around Burlingame’s waist, lifting the Ace off her feet before she again went to one knee again--only this time executing an inverted atomic drop.
Sue was launched back into the air, and again, somehow she didn’t go down, though there was now a CONSIDERABLE hitch in her gitalong. Maintaining her balance had been rendered such a priority that the Ace can’t react when Roxie grabbed her wrist and launched her toward the far corner with an Irish whip with such force that Burlingame only barely managed to turn her back into the buckles. When she struck, the former World champ let out a yelp as her shapely legs buckled and gave way, sending her plopping to a seat...
... and the Beantown Bombshell immediately drove a MASSIVE running knee into her face.
PANIC ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=71snnULKf4g
“Good thing you’ve got all that money,” Roxie grinned as she pulled her foe up onto rubbery legs. “You’re gonna make some orthodontist VERY rich next week.”
Dipping down, McCrimmon buried her shoulder in Burlingame’s belly and muscled the former World champion up to a seat on the top turnbuckle. She then ROCKED the Rainmaker with a wicked right hook that kept Susannah pacified as the Beantown Bombshell followed her up onto the middle rope. The Irish-American blonde then threaded her arms underneath her opponent’s, lacing her fingers together between the smaller woman’s shoulderblades. Then, with a determined grunt, Roxanne sent Susannah plummeting to the canvas with a beautiful avalanche double underhook suplex.
AVALANCHE DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCNKN2KBjL4
The impact propelled the Ace back to a seated position, her eyes on tilt as McCrimmon grabbed her shoulder and forced her flat to her back. Draping herself across the former World champion’s chest, Roxie mashed one hand against Burlingame’s cheek, turning her head to the side as her other arm hooked a leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOOO!
Susan into Roxie and shot a shoulder up with half a second to spare. McCrimmon smiled, put her thumb and index finger about a millimeter apart and said, “This close.”
“Suuuuuhhhh… savor that moment on your highlight reel, bytch.” Sue groaned. “It’s as close as you’re ever gonna get to NNNNGGGHHH!”
“Hey, watch the closed fist, Rox!” Craig barked immediately after the blonde’s jab crashed into her foe’s mouth. “You know better than that!”
“Sorry, my hand slipped.” it was said so innocently you might’ve believed it if not for the shyt-eating grin plastered on her face. Even so the ref said nothing and Burlingame was at least temporarily incapable of saying anything, as she was once again checking her mouth for loose molars. Happy to work in that relative silence, the Bionic Blonde filled both hands with the Courtier’s hair and hauled her upright just long enough to slap on a Three Quarters Facelock. Then she turned in a half circle, pushed onto her tiptoes and sank to one knee to flip Susan over onto her tush with a stiff little Snapmare.
Feet spread wide, McCrimmon palmed the top of Burlingame’s skull with her left hand while offering up her right arm in a brawny bicep flex. “I know, I know!” Roxie nodded along with the cheering FAWNatics. “It’s about to mess her day up!” Just like that she pushed onto her toes again and dropped down low to THWHUMP the point of her elbow into the hollow between the heiress’s right shoulder and neck. Susan groaned, tried to twist away and got a slap to the ear for her troubles. Once the meager jailbreak was under control, McCrimmon rose to her full height and delivered two more Elbow Smashes in rapid succession. “SUSIE HERE LIKES TO MAKE IT RAIN!” Rox bellowed as she backed away from the slumping battler. “ME? I CALL DOWN THE THUNDER!”
Quite interested in observing such a uniquely localized bit of meteorology, the capacity crowd cheered at the top of their lungs as McCrimmon bounced off the ropes behind her prey and raced by at top speed. Moving even faster when she came off the second set of strands, Roxie drew a bead on Burlingame’s chin then leapt off her right foot, twisted in mid-air and THWHACKED the sturdiest part of her bicep into the Rainmaker’s jaw courtesy of a Low European Uppercut!
BEANTOWN BEATDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2xDV_cDCQxU
Sue slopped out flat on her back, a perfect crash-pad for the blonde who practically Splashed down across her chest. Both legs were hooked immediately thereafter, all the better to point Sue’s rump at the rafters for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Now Rox did check the count, the wide-eyed lovely holding up three hopeful fingers to Craig, who answered with two. “Should’ve stayed down, Sue.” Roxie told her opponent after she’d dragged her to a seat. “Now I’m gonna have to MAKE you stay down.”
“That’s the difference between us, gym rat.” the Ace huffed. “You’ll choose to stay down. I’ll choose to get back NNNNGGGHHHH!”
McCrimmon dragged the brunette to a seat, clamped down on her shoulders and spiked three Kneedrops between her shoulders in rapid succession. With Burlingame properly stunned, Rox reached over with her left hand and laid claim to Sue’s right wrist. Her right hand grabbed hold of the Courtier’s left wrist and then she pulled the Straightjacket tight, snugging Burlingame’s own forearms tight against her windpipe. To make matters worse (or better, if you thought like most of the FAWNatics) the Beantown Bombshell rolled Susan onto her tummy and climbed aboard the small of her back, all the better to CRAAAAAANK back on the agonizing Clutch.
STRAIGHTJACKET CLUTCH @ 00:08
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0xBW3wZGOM
“Wanna talk about how tuff you are, rich girl?” McCrimmon barked. “Do it while you’re dragging your whimpering ass to the ropes! Better yet, just TAP OUT!” She jostled the Straightjacket up n’ down for several seconds, eliciting one long moan from the former World Champion.
Craig Long had worked in FAWN long enough to know that one didn’t ask Sue Burlingame if she surrendered simply on a whim. To do so was to spend the next several minutes picking her boot out of your teeth, and that was if she was in a good mood. Yet the curve of her spine and the ugly pink flush in her usually bronzed features concerned him enough to take the risk. “What do you say, Susan? Had enough? Say the word and I’ll get you out of there?”
For once she didn’t snap at him, rather she shook her head and bared her teeth. “Get out of the way, Craig. I nnnuuuuhhhhh….. need to show this meathead the difference between a champion and a gym rat!”
Roxie would’ve bet good money on Burlingame being completely immobilized and it was a bet she would’ve lost as the Bankable Bombshell slooooowly slid forward, mostly with the aid of her furiously churning knees. “Go ahead Suze, keep crawling along.” McCrimmon pulled back on her reins, lifting another few inches of the Courtier’s gulping midsection off the mat. “I’ll ride you every step of the way.
“You don’t wanna talk about rides, bytch.” Burlingame growled as she gained another six inches of ground. “Not in the mood I’m in.” Roxanne only scoffed and kept pouring more and more power into the Straightjacket Clutch, the Robobabe truly believing that Susan would break down in tears any second. But Susan didn’t break. She kept inching, sliding and turning her way closer to the ropes until finally, FINALLY she stretched out her right leg and dropped it over the bottom rope. “Go ahead and milk the count you second rate bytch.” Burlingame rasped. “Then get your fat, dimpled ass the f*ck offa NNNNNNGGGGGGHH!”
Roxie hopped up from the mount without relinquishing control over the brunette’s wrists. Muscling the heiress a good six inches off the mat, she planted one foot between her shoulders, then let loose and stamped down to THWHUMP her chest into the canvas with a brutal Curbstomp. “You’re gonna learn to respect me.” Rox delivered this promise only after she’d tugged Susan’s aching skull off the mat. “Even if you have to do it from the infirmary. You’re gonna f*cking respect me, Susan.”
This elicited nothing more than a groan from the Rainmaker so McCrimmon scraped her up and smeared her against the ropes. Switching over to a simple Wristlock, the blonde chested into her knock-kneed adversary, planted a kiss on her forehead and stepped back to hurl her across the squared circle with an Irish Whip. In no condition to do anything more than run, Susan hit the ropes and made the return trip only to discover Rox had moved up to center ring. Stuffing her hands into Burlingame’s tummy before the brunette could so much as squeak, the Beantown Bombshell launched her rival into the sky for a Boston Massa-OOHHHHHHHH!”
Downright incredulity from the capacity crowd as the Black Court’s Ace corkscrewed around in mid-air to land astride the blonde’s shoulders in an Electric Chair. Understandably startled by the sudden acrobatics, Rox hesitated a moment to long and paid a steep price when Burlingame locked her ankles and torqued her hips to flip the powerhouse up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with a murderous Inverted Hurricanrana!
INVERTED HURRICANRANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPEdCSqowek
Pushing off her tummy even as Roxie rolled onto her back in a woozy, glassy eyed heap, Sue Burlingame leaned her head back, stretched both arms wide and basked in the heady storm of adulation and aggravation that greeted this brutal reversal of fortunes. When the worst of the noise died down she stalked over to Roxanne and planted a foot beside each of her hips.
“Wanna know the best way to earn respect, gym rat?” her voice was little more than a whisper. “YOU DROP A VAPID BLONDE BYTCH RIGHT ON HER F*CKING HEAD AFTER SHE’S BEEN RUNNING HER MOUTH ABOUT GETTING SOME RESPECT!”
She reared back and slapped the taste outta McCrimmon’s mouth not once, not twice, but three times. Seemed the Bostonian’s latest flurry of offense hadn’t done a damned thing, at least in term of changing the Rainmaker’s attitude toward her. And it certainly didn’t stop the Rainmaker from turning and sprinting toward the near ropes. Susannah vaulted off her feet, landing on the taut, rubber coated steel of the middle cable before propelling herself back whence she had come. Burlingame extended her well shaped legs as she swiveled through the air, dropping a leg across McCrimmon’s throat which sent the Beantown Bombshell’s own sculpted legs flying upward.
Another wrestler might have gathered up and hooked the Irish-American blonde’s gams. Susannah, however, simply raised an arm and swatted them back to the mat before she climbed to her feet. Yanking Roxie up as well with a handful of hair, the Ace slipped her arms underneath McCrimmon’s, lacing her fingers together behind the former tag team champion’s noggin. A full nelson would have been punishing enough, but the Rainmaker had something considerably more destructive in mind. Popping her hips, Sue abruptly and decisively bridged back, RIPPING Roxie off her feet and DRIVING McCrimmon’s head and shoulders into the canvas with a brutal bridging dragon suplex.
BRIDGING DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWVcoyMqk_k
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
The Beantown Bombshell bucked loose, with merely a fraction of a second to spare. “Stubborn AND stupid,” Burlingame muttered, more to herself than to anyone else as she picked herself up. “Dangerous combination. For you, at least...” The Rainmaker licked her lips as Roxie struggled to push herself back up to her hands and knees. “Damn fun for me.”
Just as McCrimmon managed to push herself up to a stooped base, Susannah charged forward, jumping up and raising a long stem high into the air. That leg almost immediately swooped back downward, with both blinding speed and incredible force, her heel SMASHING into the back of Roxie’s skull and sending the blonde robobabe’s face harshly down to the mat. While Susan’s axe kick left the Beantown Bombshell sprawled and spasming on her belly, the Ace herself quickly settled into a standing straddle of her opponent’s head, one boot to the side of each of McCrimmon’s ears, her arms stretched out to her sides and exhorting the masses--some of whom already voiced some respectful applause for the destructive to display--to cheer a little louder with an upward wave of her hands.
AXE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RSJQUIWxzM
Turning back to the splattered Roxie with the sassiest swivel of her hips known to man, Burlingame knelt down and filled her fingers with the Beantown Bombshell’s flaxen mane. Pulling the glistening, wobbling McCrimmon up to some semblance of verticality, Burlingame dipped again and threaded an arm through the Irish-American’s thighs and shuffling her compliant cargo onto her shoulders and into a fireman’s carry...
... when suddenly her cargo got a lot less compliant.
It started with one elbow smash to the side of the head, which connected with enough force to quake Burlingame’s legs, though it did little to loosen the shackles strapping Roxie into place. That slack was created by the second elbow smash, with a third finally breaking Sue’s grip enough to allow the Beantown Bombshell to slip out the backdoor. Landing on her feet behind the former World champion, McCrimmon promptly slipped an arm around the Ace’s throat from behind, clamping down with a tight sleeperhold.
At once, the FAWNatics were up on their feet and roaring, though the Beantown Bombshell’s comeback appeared short-lived when Susan began answering McCrimmon’s earlier elbows to the temple with a few elbows of her own, driven into Roxie’s washboard abs. The chiseled blonde’s stomach managed to withstand a half dozen shots before the noose slipped off of the Ace, Roxie staggering back as Burlingame straightened up and, doing her best to ignore the headrush from her no longer impaired airways, charged into the ropes. The Rainmaker rebounded off the cables...
... and directly into the lowered shoulder of a surging Roxie McCrimmon, the blonde hardbody EXPLODING into a Spear which sent both women crashing to the mat!
There they remained for several moments, Susannah flat on her back and moaning in breathless anguish, every drop of oxygen driven out of her by the New Englander’s shoulder, her stomach left feeling bunched in a tight knot. But alas, Roxie wasn’t in much better condition, the Beantown Bombshell left facedown, one foot kicking at the canvas...
Soon, the crowd was clapping in time with McCrimmon’s kicks. And not long after that, Roxie started slapping the mat, which drove the audience to applaud even louder as the blonde began to push her way upward. She made her feet with Susan only just having been able to summon the energy to roll over to one hip, her stride unsteady as she approached the fallen Rainmaker...
... but as uncertain as her stems might be, Roxie’s eyes shown with a mighty determination.
Peeling Sue off the canvas, McCrimmon took a page out of her opponent’s book, stooping ever so slightly and muscling the Rainmaker up onto her shoulders and into her fireman’s carry. Unfortunately for Burlingame--but much to the FAWNatic’s delight--the Ace was unable to return the favor by peppering Roxie’s ear with elbow blasts. With Susannah still struggling to replenish her lungs, the Beantown Bombshell met little resistance in slinging the Rainmaker off her shoulders. Establishing a new grip with her arms around Sue’s shapely thighs, McCrimmon sat out and swung the Ace downward, slamming Burlingame’s back into the canvas between her parted gams.
FIREMAN’S CARRY SPINEBUSTER @2:41:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8IaCtIbeVC0
Rising, Roxie turned to the near ropes and was immediately off. It was a bit surprising, perhaps--after all, McCrimmon was not one known for making much use of the ropes. But this isn’t some reinvention on her part. No, the Beantown Bombshell comes back with a very basic hop into the air, and an even more classic knee dropped across the Rainmaker’s forehead. Scrambling back to her feet, the Irish-American robobabe hairhailed Burlingame to her feet and then employed the ropes in a more common fashion for her: by launching the Ace toward them with an Irish whip. Once Susan was back in range, McCrimmon brought her hands to the Ace’s abdomen and propelled her heavenward with a mighty heft. For a second time, the Beantown Bombshell strapped her foe tightly to her shoulders.
This time, McCrimmon didn’t adjust her hold afterwards. Instead, she laid out to the side and pushed Susannah off her shoulders, dropping the Courtier on her head and shoulders with a brutal Boston Massacre.
BOSTON MASSACRE @7:57:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8IaCtIbeVC0
To the amazement of the audience--and the bemusement of the Beantown Bombshell--Burlingame managed to roll over following the impact of the Massacre, pushing up to her hands and knees. She didn’t remain there long, at least at first, Susan crumpling and withering back to the canvas. But the Rainmaker was nothing if not determined, and she was again on all fours a moment later, head slightly bowed as she began to crawl toward the nearest corner. Sauntering after her prey, Roxie claimed another helping of hair, pulled the Ace up to her feet, and shoved her harshly back against the buckles.
And then, the Beantown Bombshell returned ANOTHER of Susannah’s favors, this time in the former of slapping the taste out of her mouth--and quite possibly the taste buds as well.
“Gonna slap MY face?” Roxie asked, then unloaded with ANOTHER thunderous bytch slap.
“Gonna slap...”
SLAP!!
“... MY face???”
SLAP!!!
“Well, here’s how we treat a disrespectful, snotty, stuck up c*ntface down in Southie...”
Apparently, in Southie, the process of dealing with misbehaved women with faces that looked like other anatomic features included unloading with an alternating trio of open hand chops to the chest and forearm smashes to the jaw, followed by a similar trifecta of wicked headbutts, Roxie holding Susannah head stable by two handfuls of hair. She then used that double fisted grip to mare the Rainmaker out of the corner, depositing Burlingame on her tush with her back to the Beantown Bombshell--which Roxie promptly took advantage of by delivering three short, stiff kicks to her spine. McCrimmon then switched plant legs, which allowed her to send two swift kneelifts into Burlingame’s mug.
By the time Roxie jerked the Rainmaker up to rubbery legs, Susan didn’t look like she had any idea of where she was or who she was facing, but McCrimmon apparently STILL didn’t find her penitent enough. Holding Burlingame slumped forward, the Irish-American blonde BLASTED Sue’s stupefied features with not one, not two, not three, but FOUR kicks to the face before yanking her up... and damn near DECAPITATING the Ace with a MASSIVE clothesline that put BOTH women down--Sue flat on her back, and Roxie on her knees beside her.
VIOLENCE PARTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GDuqpbZATV4
With Susannah rendered all but dead to the world, McCrimmon shifted her near knee up from the canvas and onto Burlingame’s tummy, the Beantown Bombshell striking quite a fetching double bicep pose as the referee slid into position and counted off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Susan shrugged a shoulder into the air. Barely.
Cursing herself for the memorable but otherwise lazy cover, Roxie slid back a little, dropped down across her opponent’s gulping midsection and hooked the far leg in a tight cradle good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Rainmaker shrugged loose and turned onto her side to prevent another pin. Didn’t take. McCrimmon grabbed her at shoulder and hip, jerked the Courtier onto her back, then trapped both legs in a tight, squirming bundle and laid back across her chest for another…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Susan fought free for the third time in less than thirty seconds, earning jeers from the crowd and incredulity from the blonde. “What the hell, Craig?” Roxie held up three fingers more for emphasis rather than any belief in the talisman’s power to change the count. “Did you see her after that Lariat? She was practically drooling on the canvas!”
“I saw it, Roxie.” he answered carefully. “I also saw you burn that first cover trying to embarrass her. Can’t do that with someone like Susan.”
The ref would’ve said a little more if Burlingame hadn’t spoken first. “Hear that, Rox?” she grunted. “Even the zebras know you’re outclassNNNNGGGGHHH!”
McCrimmon climbed atop the prone brunette, claimed a huge handful of hair and proceeded to unload punch after punch on Sue’s forehead. “C’mon now, Roxie! Open up those hands!” Long almost sounded like he was pleading. “Don’t make me start a count!”
Jaw clenched in anger and frustration, McCrimmon increased the pace and intensity of her shelling until the official reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Throwing her hands high as she pushed off the battered beauty, Roxie took a short lap, caught her breath and set her distended togs back into place with a practiced ‘flick’ of her fingers. The brief reprieve soothed her nerves just enough for the Robobabe to feel in control of herself when she stomped over to the heiress bent down to peel her off the mat. Cupping Burlingame’s ears so Craig wouldn’t bytch about a hair-pull, Rox pulled the tottering former World Champion in so close their foreheads were touching.
“Love the bruises, Susie. They look great on you and I’ll be happy to give you more. It’s about time you learned--”
Roxanne reeled back in shock and disgust when Sue pursed her lips and spat on the blonde’s cheek.
“Learn?” the Ace’s usually snarky tone was remarkably flat and cold. “What could I possibly learn from a piece of shyt like--”
“YOU BYTCH!” The Beantown Bombshell went at her rival with a Haymaker that would’ve shattered Susan’s jaw if it hadn’t been telegraphed from a mile away. Stepping back in the span between heartbeats, Burlingame flicked up her left leg in a kick designed for the sole purpose of blocking Roxie’s punch. Twisting on her plant foot in the blink of an eye, Susan reached over her right shoulder with both hands to capture the blonde’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock. Then she leapt and landed stretched out on her back to THWHONK McCrimmon’s face and chest into the mat! The Ace Crusher always got riotous cheers when Shea London busted it out, Sue’s application however was met with almost unanimous jeers because those assembled knew “AAARRRHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHK!” Roxie howled in anguish when Burlingame somersaulted onto her lower back and transformed the Three Quarters Facelock into one of the Inverted variety. With the blonde’s chin wedged against her armpit, the Bankable Bombshell grabbed hold of McCrimmon’s left arm and quickly draped it over her posted thigh to fully secure the Root of All Evil.
ACE CRUSHER TO ROOT OF ALL EVIL @ 1:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
Sunk into a deep crouch atop the Beantown Bombshell’s cruelly wrenched spine, Sue bounced up n’ down and leaaaaaaaaaaaaned backward to add more torque to Rox’s neck. “Don’t bother to ask.” the heiress huffed to Craig when he started to crouch down beside the action. “You’ll know when she quits. Hell, the dorks up in the nosebleeds will know when she quits. Isn’t that right, Roxie?” The pressure on her chin made it impossible for McCrimmon to answer with words and waggling a finger seemed futile, so she curled her hands into claws and dug into the tawny meat of her attacker’s upper thighs. Sue grimaced, shook her head ‘no’ and slammed her ass into Roxie’s back half a dozen more times.
“Nice try bytch, but everyone knows you always say ‘yes’ sooner than lateRRWHOOOAAHHH!”
Chronic lower back pain be damned, Roxanne let out an enraged roar and powered to one knee. Doing so alleviated some of the pressure on her vertebrae but even more important it allowed her to slide out from beneath the heiress and slooooowly get to her NNNNGGGGHHHHH!” Any hopes for a jailbreak came to an abrupt end when Susan jammed a Kneelift into the small of the blonde’s defenseless back. Rox went weak all over and would’ve crumpled if Burlingame hadn’t collected a handful of tights.
Uncharacteristically silent, the Rainmaker turned in a slow circle, showing off the crippled blonde to each side of the arena before she dipped her knees and muscled McCrimmon to one o’clock and peeled off a slick quarter turn and sat out to THAWHAM Rox against the thinly-padded plywood. This Jacobs-worthy variation on the Inverted DDT left the Beantown Bombshell in a flat starfish.
BURLINGAME'D:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MJXQwRdhooU
Any other member of the roster would’ve gone for the pin right then and there, but the Rainmaker had a point to prove after the beating she’d endured a few minutes prior. “Did you really think you were going to teach me something, peroxide?”
Sue plunged her hands into Roxie’s hair and hauled her up like she thought the hardbody was something more than breathing meat at the moment. Positioned on McCrimmon’s six, Burlingame pinioned her right arm in a Chickenwing, then placed her free hand on the base of the other woman’s neck and pressed forward and down to turn Rox around into a snug Front Facelock. Burlingame reached down with her left arm, caught McCrimmon’s right leg behind the knee and lifted it off the canvas in an unpleasant cradle. Demonstrating some impressive strength of her own, the Bankable Bombshell muscled Roxanne upside down, letting her rest against one hip even as the former FAWN World Champion spun her once, twice, thrice. Ten times in all, a dizzying, domineering cyclone that only ended when Burlingame dropped down and PLANTED the back of her foe’s head and shoulder against the mat.
SPIRIT CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOMWRvdJ7Og
Roxie jounced free, slopped halfway onto her side before Susan pulled her back the way she’d came. On one knee beside the blonde’s insensate form, Burlingame started to swing a leg over, then thought better of it. Instead she braced her right shin across Rox’s breasts and pressed one splayed palm over that bare cloverleaf of tummy flesh. Smiling now, she raised her right arm and flexed her bicep for the hard camera.
Craig Long dropped to one knee, almost said something, ultimately decided against it.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded but Susan didn’t move, it seemed she was enjoying her perch despite the lack of butt on face contact. Indeed, her grin regained its usual predatory glow when the Announcer proclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
“C’mon Sue.” Craig said quietly when the victorious blonde grrrrrrrround her shin against Roxanne’s tits. “You don’t have to do this.”
Sue spared him the briefest of glances. “Yeah I do. Now shut up or I might decide to grind her nose off anyway.” The ref made no comment after that, leaving the heiress in relative peace as she rolled McCrimmon onto her stomach. “So, you want to talk about lessons? You want to talk about teaching ME a lesson?” Burlingame put a knee between Roxanne’s shoulders, grabbed a handful of hair and wrenched her head back at a painful angle. “Wake up, meathead. WAKE UP!” Susan slapped the blonde’s cheeks half a dozen times, then pinched her nostrils until Rox started to sputter and cough. “There you are. Ready to take notes?”
“Fuuuuhhhhh….f*ck you.” McCrimmon groaned. “Get offa meEERRRGGGHH!”
Burlingame JERKED up on the Beantown Bombshell’s hair, all the better to expose her throat and face to the camera. “No, f*ck you, bikini meat. Have you figured out it takes more than crunches and swagger to beat me yet? Obviously not, because you’re blinking away tears and I’m tugging this nasty, trashy hair out by the roots.”
Rox sneered, reached for the brunette’s wrist and almost shrieked when put more pressure on her bent neck.
“Slapped my face earlier, remember that? How do you like it, loser?” Sue swatted at McCrimmon’s cheeks from both sides. The angle made it more like a strong pat, but Roxie still cringed at the Courtier’s hateful touch. “Know why I’m not sitting on your face right now, Roxie? Go ahead. Answer so all the people at home can hear.”
The helpless Robobabe thought about holding her tongue, which was why Susan added a second fist to her hair. “Errrgggghhh….ggrrrrr…. because you know I’d kick that flat thing up between your shoulders if you even thought about NNNNNGGGGHH!”
Susan bounced Roxanne’s forehead into the mat, then slid forward so she was sitting on the back of her prey’s noggin. Hands on her hips, the Ace sneered, “I didn’t give you the best seat in the house because you haven’t EARNED it. Olivia Dare, Becky Clayton, Autumn Sammain, Sydney Deschain, even that bytch VanBuren, I ground them out in front of the world because at one point or another they proved they were good enough to beat me. I made them all my throne because they were all worthy of a Queen. You, Roxie McCrimmon? You’re a pretender. And you’re not worth my grind.”
With that she stood up, bent over and SLAPPED the back of Rox’s head hard enough to make the blonde cover up with one trembling arm. “Don’t ever say my name again, McCrimmon.” Burlingame purred to the cringing powerhouse. “Your career may not be as exciting, but it’ll last a whole f*ck of a lot longer. Take this lesson to heart. It won‘t be repeated.”
Through teaching for the night, Sue spread her arms wide and tipped her head back, the resplendent Ace calling down the rain to wash away any residual stank carried by the beaten, fuming blonde sprawled between her feet.
The unmistakable horn fanfare, appropriated from Bob & Earl, led directly into the House of Pain hip-hop classic ‘Jump Around‘. It took a hard soul NOT to become pumped--first by the music, and then by the sight of blonde that burst through the curtains at the start of the first verse, as enthusiastic as she was gorgeous.
”JUMP AROUND”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZaz7OqyTHQ
ROXANNE McCRIMMON:
Touted as a big time player from the moment she’d joined the main roster, Roxanne McCrimmon had really come into her own since she and Becky Clayton had formed the BFG’s and proceeded to own the Tag Team ranks like the deed was in their back pocket. Too excited to linger more than a few seconds atop the stage, McCrimmon raced down to the ring, readily accepting the slaps and offered encouragement of the capacity crowd. The blonde's long, sculpted legs were left bared, save for white kneepads and boots, her upper body sheathed under a white number 34 Celtics jersey. Bounding up the steel steps, McCrimmon slipped through the ropes and headed toward her corner. Raising her right arm, Roxie followed the command of her anthem, jumping up and down--and beckoning the fans to do likewise with a wave of her hand. And a large portion of the crowd opted to play along.
Settling down, the blonde powerhouse grabbed the hem of her old school jersey and pulled it up and overhead to reveal a green one piece, her taut abs at full extension and bared by the broad shamrock-pattern cutout at her midsection. Turning to the ropes, Roxie flung the garment off into the stands, where it disappeared amidst a sea of questing hands. Once that was done she snapped the belt clear of her waist and tossed it to head referee Craig Long. Dropping from the corner with a quiet thump, McCrimmon stomped to the far corner and glared daggers at the curtain.
Simultaneously intrigued and worried by what might happen next, the Announcer tucked his notes away and hoped for the best. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is the Bankable Bombshell, the Rainmaker, THE ACE of the Black Court, she is SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPoIznBujEA
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
The speakers cut loose with an electronic scream and those gathered for Summer Swelter answered with a great deal of the throat-born variety, as was the norm when the Rainmaker arrived. Never happier than when she was the center of attention, Sue Burlingame swatted her way through the curtain and stretched her arms in a wide ‘T’ that called down a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro from overhead. Tonight the tawny brunette hardbody wore a snug black tank-top sporting this rather polarizing hashtag: #KICKBYTCHES,GETMONEY. It earned a heartily mixed reaction from the FAWNatics as the eternal debate of whether to cheer the heiress for her skills or jeer her for her attitude continued for yet another night.
Hardly caring about the outcome of said debate, Burlingame basked in their attention for several seconds, then grabbed the bottom edge of her tank-top in both hands and peeled it off in a single well practiced movement. Then she tossed it aside and ran an appraising hand over the washboard expanse of her midsection, one of the many places she anticipated blonde tears falling before the night was over. For her battle against Clayton’s dog-faced gremlin, she wore the usual dark blue two piece with gold trim. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look. Eager to show these basement dwellers and keyboard commandos what her skills could do against a set of brainless muscles, the Ace headed down the aisle with a dangerous amount of swagger in her step.
Avoiding the fans because it was so much goddamned fun, Susan abruptly burst into a flat out run, dove under the bottom rope and sprang to her feet. Positioned directly in the center of the ring, she blew a little teasing smooch to referee Craig Long, then turned her attention to Roxie. “So Lenore tells me you’re a bit fragile, mentally. Don’t worry, I won’t make any jokes about that World’s Worst Mom mug hidden way in the back of your locker. I’m just gonna beat you ‘til you cry.” Roxie snarled and stepped forward but Susan was already gone, the smirking former champion flitting over to her side of the ring to amuse herself during the boredom of final instructions.
The bell sounded and Roxanne’s pulse sped up, not because she was afraid of facing a woman who’d earned two World Championships by the age most talents were proving the bona fides in the mid-card, but because she damned well knew that handing Susan a loss could catapult her into contention for Erika Eisenberg’s IC title, or possibly even a shot at Veronica Treymane’s big gold belt. Lofty goals that McCrimmon meant to achieve sooner rather than later. All she had to do was get through the Ace of the Black Court. More than ready for the challenge ahead, the Beantown Bombshell pushed off the turnbuckles and claimed the center as her own in only a few long strides. “C’mon, Susan.” Roxie already had one hand hoisted high overhead. “I’ve been dying to see what all the fuss is about.”
Burlingame smiled, her eyebrows arching as she mouthed a single word. ‘Fuss?’ The Rainmaker had a well-earned reputation for making her opponents wait while she went through final preparations, tonight however she made her way to the other blonde with nary a moment’s delay. “Sure about this, Roxie?” Sue drew up just short of her foe. “This is a big jump in class for you.”
McCrimmon raised her hand a little higher, waggled her fingers at Burlingame. “Not a jump, Susie. All you gotta do is reach. Lock hands with me and I’ll show you what I can do.”
The heiress dipped her head, acknowledging the point without actually accepting it. She rolled her shoulders, set her feet and lifted her left hand to meet Roxie’s right. Their fingertips *just* brushed when Susan jerked her hand away and waggled an index finger in McCrimmon’s face. “No, no, NO!” she chided. “Baby mustn’t touch! This is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too hot for Bab--”
Rox planted both hands against Burlingame’s chest and sent her flying with a colossal shove. Most other women would’ve landed flat on their back and lost their wind, of course Susan was worlds removed from ‘other women’ and so she landed in a graceful backward somersault that put her on one knee several feet removed from the brawny blonde. More than happy to answer the Courtier’s grandstanding with some of her own, Roxanne strutted over to Sue and offered her a double bicep flex worthy of a Gladiaxtrix cover. “No, no, NO!” she chided. “Baby musn’t tease! This is waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too strong for BabOOOOFFFFHH!”
Sue’s left leg whipped out like a scythe, caught Rox just above her heels and dropped her onto her tush with a low ‘thud’! Spinning back to her foe after the Sweep, Burlingame launched herself from the crouch, meaning to flatten McCrimmon against the mat and pound some forearms into that smug little gym rat face.
Alas, Rox had some speed to go with that hardbody frame and she put it to good use by stuffing a heel into the Ace’s tummy. Grabbing her shoulders in the same instant, McCrimmon used their combined momentum to roll backward and toss Burlingame onto her back via a Monkey Flip-NO! Oh, Susan went flying all right, but just like the earlier shove, she adjusted in mid-air and landed on her feet as neat as you please.
As of yet unaware of her rival’s acrobatic counter, Roxie rolled to her knees and looked over one shoulder to THWHACK! Sue planted on her left foot to whip the right one back n’ around in a Low Kick that cracked against the back of McCrimmon’s head. Roxie’s noggin snapped forward and the rest of her followed suite, a slow, smooth flop that laid her out flat on her face, chest and belly.
LOW KICK @ 00:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KaqGRkVXDQ
“And that my friends…” Burlingame sauntered around to Roxie’s left side and planted one foot on her tush and the other on the base of her neck. Arms spread wide, the Rainmaker threw her head back and bellowed, “IS WHAT ALL THE FUSS IS ABOUT!”
A near even mix of cheers and boos greeted this statement, the FAWNatics once again finding themselves divided between loving her skills and hating her ego. For her part Susan enjoyed both and she basked in the reaction for several more seconds before leaping up and dropping almost straight down to THWHUMP her limber frame across McCrimmon’s lower back in a quick Senton.
Roxie groaned, put one hand to the small of her back and braced the other against the canvas to help her recover a tiny bit faster. She’d made it onto her butt when Burlingame planted a knee between her shoulders and laced both hands under the Bostonian’s chin. “I’m not sure you’re quite ready for primetime, Roxie.” Sue smirked as she worked the simple Chinlock. “I mean, the raw materials are there, you may be the only chick in this place who’s more cut than her own action figure. But when it comes to actual wrestling? Your fundamentals are lacking. That’s why I’m starting small. Here, try to get outta this without tapping.”
Of course McCrimmon had no intention of surrendering so early (or at all, for that matter) but that didn’t stop the heiress from jostling her posted knee and beeeeeeeeeeending the grounded grappler’s neck backward at a terrible angle. Seeing the kink in her neck and the arch of her spine, Craig Long hurried over to the action and asked, “What do you say, Rox? Tell me something!”
“Ohhhhh, she’s not ready to tap out yet, not to a simple little Chinlock!” Sue answered for her, the Bankable Bombshell’s voice just dripping with condescension. “Wait, you’re NOT gonna tap out, right? That’d be really disappoint--”
Roxie wrenched her way loose of Burlingame’s clutches, whirled around on one knee and reached for her smirking foe’s ha--THWHAP! Sue split the bigger blonde’s defenses with a Forearm Smash, her elbow hitting Rox’s cheek full force. McCrimmon reeled, might’ve slopped onto her side if the Ace hadn’t laced both hands behind her head and pulled her facedown onto that still posted knee! The result was essentially another Chinlock, only now McCrimmon’s thrashing was even more violent because Susan was trying to smear the Bombshell’s mouth and nose all across her kneepad.
“Don’t start crying on me now, tuff girl.” Burlingame cooed. “We’re still playing on Easy Mode. If you can’t handle this, you’ll never survive Medium.”
Frankly startled by just how painful the basics could be in the hands of someone as talented as the Rainmaker, Rox stopped trying to prize herself loose and focused on her fists, which she pounded off the other blonde’s thigh, hips and ribs. Sue soaked them up without complaint, but they were most certainly hitting home, if the grimace on her face was to be believed. Without warning she snatched a double handful of McCrimmon’s hair and pulled her up on her knees. Shifting her own knee outta the way, the former FAWN World Champ BWUUUNKED Roxie’s face against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
“Knew you were tougher than you looked.” Burlingame muttered as she stretched out and laid down with her chest pressing against her rival’s upper back. “Lets up the ante a bit, shall we?”
Curling her right arm under Rox’s left armpit, Susan reached around with her left arm, locked her fingers in an S-Grip and then somersaulted over into a bridge that put her on tiptoes and the crown of her skull while poor Roxie’s head and upper body were wrenched off the canvas like she was caught in a particularly stiff Camel Clutch. “EERRGGGHHH NOOOOOOOOOO! McCrimmon moaned, the sound simultaneously denying the pain and the ref’s queries of surrender. Sue didn’t think the musclehead would give up either, yet you could never tell with the hardbodies, which was why she jerked up n’ down on Roxie’s chin and rocked the bridge even harder, just in case the bytch was all flex and no fight.
FLIPPING CHANCERY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H0KSVvM_3PI
“Still hanging in there, Baby?” Sue taunted after perhaps fifteen seconds. “Don’t need to dial it back for you, do I?” Instead of waiting for an answer she bridged up on her toes and really CRAAAAAAANKED the Chancery to see if she could make the top of Roxie’s head touch the small of her back.
The Beantown Bombshell didn’t bother wasting any energy answering the Rainmaker’s taunts--after all, any energy she might expend here only increased the chances of the flipping chancery wringing a submission out of her, and the expression on McCrimmon’s contorted features was a testament to just how little assistance this torturous hold needed in accomplishing that task. Roxie raised her free arm, and stretched the limb as far out as she could. The stretching didn’t stop there, as all four fingers and thumbs also moved as far apart as they could while her hand searched out the safety of the ropes--only to find cool, refrigerated air. With a groan, the Irish-American blonde’s arm fell back to the canvas...
“Hear that?” Susan asked with a smirk. “I’m pretty sure that was a tap.”
“How about it, Roxie?” Craig explored. “I’ll call it, if you need me to...”
“Nnnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhh,” McCrimmon grunted in defiance, but while her hand had stopped searching out the rubber coated steel, the former tag team champion had managed to slither on her belly enough to allow her to extend a long, sculpted gam and drape a boot over the bottom cable. To his credit, the referee spotted the act almost instantly, and called for a break.
To the shock of next to nobody, Susannah Burlingame simply cranked back harder on the chancery.
Long began to count, reaching three before the Rainmaker reluctantly broke her hold. As she climbed back to her feet, Roxanne reached for the ropes and began pulling herself up--but not quickly enough. Marching in behind her foe, Susan roughly grabbed the blonde robobabe by the shoulders and SHOVED down, forcing McCrimmon’s throat down across the middle rope. The Beantown Bombshell’s boots immediately began to kick, and Burlingame found herself on the receiving end of another count toward disqualification--this one she milked to the edge of “FOUR!”
The former World champion raised her hands with a flourish, basking in the jeers of the crowd as McCrimmon drew in one deep breath. But the Irish-American hardbody barely had time to exhale before she found the rubber coated steel cutting into her windpipe again, this time thanks to Burlingame’s flawless backside. Having spun her back to her kneeling opponent, the Ace leisurely reclined against Roxanne, smirking as she casually let her arms fall over the top rope, content to let gravity and the most perfect hindquarters in the company--to hell with anything Bates or LaRue might say--do all the work for her.
“Dammit, Sue!” Craig snapped. “ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
With each number rattled off, Burlingame simply tilted her head toward a shoulder, the very picture of a carefree competitor. She waited until the very brink of disqualification before pulling away, allowing Roxie to turn and slump to her tush, sagging against the ropes as she reached a hand to her reddened throat. With the bigger blonde rasping, McCrimmon’s chest heaving, Susan snatched a handful of hair and pulled the Beantown Bombshell up to her feet. Stuffing Roxie’s head under her left arm, the Rainmaker gathered up a handful of green spandex at her opponent’s right hip, started to pop HER hips...
... when McCrimmon hooked the smaller woman’s calf. Blocking the suplex wasn’t enough for the chiseled robobabe, though. Roxie rocked back and dropped to the mat, capturing the Ace in a tight small package that left the writhing Burlingame’s shoulders flat against the canvas!
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Susannah bucked loose.
“Think you’re gonna roll ME up?” the Rainmaker fumed, not quite under her breath, as she scrambled to her feet and charged toward the rising McCrimmon. “You’re gonna deserve EVERYTHING I do to yooouuuuuuUUUUNNNGGGGGHHHHHH!!” Roxie ducked underneath Sue’s right arm, claiming it with her left and hooking the wing over her shoulder. Rising up back to back with the former World champion, the Beantown Bombshell reached back with her right arm and cupped Burlingame’s chin. The bigger blonde then twisted and genuflected, SLAMMING the Ace’s mush into her posted knee.
DR. TEETH @2:40:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qlUvUoqtnds
Susannah rocketed back up onto her heels, both hands flying to her face, no doubt checking to make sure that her mouth still possessed its full allotment of teeth. But she doesn’t go down, which might not have ended up being the best course of action. Rising back to her full height herself, Roxie nuzzled in and laced her arms around Burlingame’s waist, lifting the Ace off her feet before she again went to one knee again--only this time executing an inverted atomic drop.
Sue was launched back into the air, and again, somehow she didn’t go down, though there was now a CONSIDERABLE hitch in her gitalong. Maintaining her balance had been rendered such a priority that the Ace can’t react when Roxie grabbed her wrist and launched her toward the far corner with an Irish whip with such force that Burlingame only barely managed to turn her back into the buckles. When she struck, the former World champ let out a yelp as her shapely legs buckled and gave way, sending her plopping to a seat...
... and the Beantown Bombshell immediately drove a MASSIVE running knee into her face.
PANIC ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=71snnULKf4g
“Good thing you’ve got all that money,” Roxie grinned as she pulled her foe up onto rubbery legs. “You’re gonna make some orthodontist VERY rich next week.”
Dipping down, McCrimmon buried her shoulder in Burlingame’s belly and muscled the former World champion up to a seat on the top turnbuckle. She then ROCKED the Rainmaker with a wicked right hook that kept Susannah pacified as the Beantown Bombshell followed her up onto the middle rope. The Irish-American blonde then threaded her arms underneath her opponent’s, lacing her fingers together between the smaller woman’s shoulderblades. Then, with a determined grunt, Roxanne sent Susannah plummeting to the canvas with a beautiful avalanche double underhook suplex.
AVALANCHE DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCNKN2KBjL4
The impact propelled the Ace back to a seated position, her eyes on tilt as McCrimmon grabbed her shoulder and forced her flat to her back. Draping herself across the former World champion’s chest, Roxie mashed one hand against Burlingame’s cheek, turning her head to the side as her other arm hooked a leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOOO!
Susan into Roxie and shot a shoulder up with half a second to spare. McCrimmon smiled, put her thumb and index finger about a millimeter apart and said, “This close.”
“Suuuuuhhhh… savor that moment on your highlight reel, bytch.” Sue groaned. “It’s as close as you’re ever gonna get to NNNNGGGHHH!”
“Hey, watch the closed fist, Rox!” Craig barked immediately after the blonde’s jab crashed into her foe’s mouth. “You know better than that!”
“Sorry, my hand slipped.” it was said so innocently you might’ve believed it if not for the shyt-eating grin plastered on her face. Even so the ref said nothing and Burlingame was at least temporarily incapable of saying anything, as she was once again checking her mouth for loose molars. Happy to work in that relative silence, the Bionic Blonde filled both hands with the Courtier’s hair and hauled her upright just long enough to slap on a Three Quarters Facelock. Then she turned in a half circle, pushed onto her tiptoes and sank to one knee to flip Susan over onto her tush with a stiff little Snapmare.
Feet spread wide, McCrimmon palmed the top of Burlingame’s skull with her left hand while offering up her right arm in a brawny bicep flex. “I know, I know!” Roxie nodded along with the cheering FAWNatics. “It’s about to mess her day up!” Just like that she pushed onto her toes again and dropped down low to THWHUMP the point of her elbow into the hollow between the heiress’s right shoulder and neck. Susan groaned, tried to twist away and got a slap to the ear for her troubles. Once the meager jailbreak was under control, McCrimmon rose to her full height and delivered two more Elbow Smashes in rapid succession. “SUSIE HERE LIKES TO MAKE IT RAIN!” Rox bellowed as she backed away from the slumping battler. “ME? I CALL DOWN THE THUNDER!”
Quite interested in observing such a uniquely localized bit of meteorology, the capacity crowd cheered at the top of their lungs as McCrimmon bounced off the ropes behind her prey and raced by at top speed. Moving even faster when she came off the second set of strands, Roxie drew a bead on Burlingame’s chin then leapt off her right foot, twisted in mid-air and THWHACKED the sturdiest part of her bicep into the Rainmaker’s jaw courtesy of a Low European Uppercut!
BEANTOWN BEATDOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2xDV_cDCQxU
Sue slopped out flat on her back, a perfect crash-pad for the blonde who practically Splashed down across her chest. Both legs were hooked immediately thereafter, all the better to point Sue’s rump at the rafters for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Now Rox did check the count, the wide-eyed lovely holding up three hopeful fingers to Craig, who answered with two. “Should’ve stayed down, Sue.” Roxie told her opponent after she’d dragged her to a seat. “Now I’m gonna have to MAKE you stay down.”
“That’s the difference between us, gym rat.” the Ace huffed. “You’ll choose to stay down. I’ll choose to get back NNNNGGGHHHH!”
McCrimmon dragged the brunette to a seat, clamped down on her shoulders and spiked three Kneedrops between her shoulders in rapid succession. With Burlingame properly stunned, Rox reached over with her left hand and laid claim to Sue’s right wrist. Her right hand grabbed hold of the Courtier’s left wrist and then she pulled the Straightjacket tight, snugging Burlingame’s own forearms tight against her windpipe. To make matters worse (or better, if you thought like most of the FAWNatics) the Beantown Bombshell rolled Susan onto her tummy and climbed aboard the small of her back, all the better to CRAAAAAANK back on the agonizing Clutch.
STRAIGHTJACKET CLUTCH @ 00:08
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0xBW3wZGOM
“Wanna talk about how tuff you are, rich girl?” McCrimmon barked. “Do it while you’re dragging your whimpering ass to the ropes! Better yet, just TAP OUT!” She jostled the Straightjacket up n’ down for several seconds, eliciting one long moan from the former World Champion.
Craig Long had worked in FAWN long enough to know that one didn’t ask Sue Burlingame if she surrendered simply on a whim. To do so was to spend the next several minutes picking her boot out of your teeth, and that was if she was in a good mood. Yet the curve of her spine and the ugly pink flush in her usually bronzed features concerned him enough to take the risk. “What do you say, Susan? Had enough? Say the word and I’ll get you out of there?”
For once she didn’t snap at him, rather she shook her head and bared her teeth. “Get out of the way, Craig. I nnnuuuuhhhhh….. need to show this meathead the difference between a champion and a gym rat!”
Roxie would’ve bet good money on Burlingame being completely immobilized and it was a bet she would’ve lost as the Bankable Bombshell slooooowly slid forward, mostly with the aid of her furiously churning knees. “Go ahead Suze, keep crawling along.” McCrimmon pulled back on her reins, lifting another few inches of the Courtier’s gulping midsection off the mat. “I’ll ride you every step of the way.
“You don’t wanna talk about rides, bytch.” Burlingame growled as she gained another six inches of ground. “Not in the mood I’m in.” Roxanne only scoffed and kept pouring more and more power into the Straightjacket Clutch, the Robobabe truly believing that Susan would break down in tears any second. But Susan didn’t break. She kept inching, sliding and turning her way closer to the ropes until finally, FINALLY she stretched out her right leg and dropped it over the bottom rope. “Go ahead and milk the count you second rate bytch.” Burlingame rasped. “Then get your fat, dimpled ass the f*ck offa NNNNNNGGGGGGHH!”
Roxie hopped up from the mount without relinquishing control over the brunette’s wrists. Muscling the heiress a good six inches off the mat, she planted one foot between her shoulders, then let loose and stamped down to THWHUMP her chest into the canvas with a brutal Curbstomp. “You’re gonna learn to respect me.” Rox delivered this promise only after she’d tugged Susan’s aching skull off the mat. “Even if you have to do it from the infirmary. You’re gonna f*cking respect me, Susan.”
This elicited nothing more than a groan from the Rainmaker so McCrimmon scraped her up and smeared her against the ropes. Switching over to a simple Wristlock, the blonde chested into her knock-kneed adversary, planted a kiss on her forehead and stepped back to hurl her across the squared circle with an Irish Whip. In no condition to do anything more than run, Susan hit the ropes and made the return trip only to discover Rox had moved up to center ring. Stuffing her hands into Burlingame’s tummy before the brunette could so much as squeak, the Beantown Bombshell launched her rival into the sky for a Boston Massa-OOHHHHHHHH!”
Downright incredulity from the capacity crowd as the Black Court’s Ace corkscrewed around in mid-air to land astride the blonde’s shoulders in an Electric Chair. Understandably startled by the sudden acrobatics, Rox hesitated a moment to long and paid a steep price when Burlingame locked her ankles and torqued her hips to flip the powerhouse up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with a murderous Inverted Hurricanrana!
INVERTED HURRICANRANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPEdCSqowek
Pushing off her tummy even as Roxie rolled onto her back in a woozy, glassy eyed heap, Sue Burlingame leaned her head back, stretched both arms wide and basked in the heady storm of adulation and aggravation that greeted this brutal reversal of fortunes. When the worst of the noise died down she stalked over to Roxanne and planted a foot beside each of her hips.
“Wanna know the best way to earn respect, gym rat?” her voice was little more than a whisper. “YOU DROP A VAPID BLONDE BYTCH RIGHT ON HER F*CKING HEAD AFTER SHE’S BEEN RUNNING HER MOUTH ABOUT GETTING SOME RESPECT!”
She reared back and slapped the taste outta McCrimmon’s mouth not once, not twice, but three times. Seemed the Bostonian’s latest flurry of offense hadn’t done a damned thing, at least in term of changing the Rainmaker’s attitude toward her. And it certainly didn’t stop the Rainmaker from turning and sprinting toward the near ropes. Susannah vaulted off her feet, landing on the taut, rubber coated steel of the middle cable before propelling herself back whence she had come. Burlingame extended her well shaped legs as she swiveled through the air, dropping a leg across McCrimmon’s throat which sent the Beantown Bombshell’s own sculpted legs flying upward.
Another wrestler might have gathered up and hooked the Irish-American blonde’s gams. Susannah, however, simply raised an arm and swatted them back to the mat before she climbed to her feet. Yanking Roxie up as well with a handful of hair, the Ace slipped her arms underneath McCrimmon’s, lacing her fingers together behind the former tag team champion’s noggin. A full nelson would have been punishing enough, but the Rainmaker had something considerably more destructive in mind. Popping her hips, Sue abruptly and decisively bridged back, RIPPING Roxie off her feet and DRIVING McCrimmon’s head and shoulders into the canvas with a brutal bridging dragon suplex.
BRIDGING DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWVcoyMqk_k
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
The Beantown Bombshell bucked loose, with merely a fraction of a second to spare. “Stubborn AND stupid,” Burlingame muttered, more to herself than to anyone else as she picked herself up. “Dangerous combination. For you, at least...” The Rainmaker licked her lips as Roxie struggled to push herself back up to her hands and knees. “Damn fun for me.”
Just as McCrimmon managed to push herself up to a stooped base, Susannah charged forward, jumping up and raising a long stem high into the air. That leg almost immediately swooped back downward, with both blinding speed and incredible force, her heel SMASHING into the back of Roxie’s skull and sending the blonde robobabe’s face harshly down to the mat. While Susan’s axe kick left the Beantown Bombshell sprawled and spasming on her belly, the Ace herself quickly settled into a standing straddle of her opponent’s head, one boot to the side of each of McCrimmon’s ears, her arms stretched out to her sides and exhorting the masses--some of whom already voiced some respectful applause for the destructive to display--to cheer a little louder with an upward wave of her hands.
AXE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RSJQUIWxzM
Turning back to the splattered Roxie with the sassiest swivel of her hips known to man, Burlingame knelt down and filled her fingers with the Beantown Bombshell’s flaxen mane. Pulling the glistening, wobbling McCrimmon up to some semblance of verticality, Burlingame dipped again and threaded an arm through the Irish-American’s thighs and shuffling her compliant cargo onto her shoulders and into a fireman’s carry...
... when suddenly her cargo got a lot less compliant.
It started with one elbow smash to the side of the head, which connected with enough force to quake Burlingame’s legs, though it did little to loosen the shackles strapping Roxie into place. That slack was created by the second elbow smash, with a third finally breaking Sue’s grip enough to allow the Beantown Bombshell to slip out the backdoor. Landing on her feet behind the former World champion, McCrimmon promptly slipped an arm around the Ace’s throat from behind, clamping down with a tight sleeperhold.
At once, the FAWNatics were up on their feet and roaring, though the Beantown Bombshell’s comeback appeared short-lived when Susan began answering McCrimmon’s earlier elbows to the temple with a few elbows of her own, driven into Roxie’s washboard abs. The chiseled blonde’s stomach managed to withstand a half dozen shots before the noose slipped off of the Ace, Roxie staggering back as Burlingame straightened up and, doing her best to ignore the headrush from her no longer impaired airways, charged into the ropes. The Rainmaker rebounded off the cables...
... and directly into the lowered shoulder of a surging Roxie McCrimmon, the blonde hardbody EXPLODING into a Spear which sent both women crashing to the mat!
There they remained for several moments, Susannah flat on her back and moaning in breathless anguish, every drop of oxygen driven out of her by the New Englander’s shoulder, her stomach left feeling bunched in a tight knot. But alas, Roxie wasn’t in much better condition, the Beantown Bombshell left facedown, one foot kicking at the canvas...
Soon, the crowd was clapping in time with McCrimmon’s kicks. And not long after that, Roxie started slapping the mat, which drove the audience to applaud even louder as the blonde began to push her way upward. She made her feet with Susan only just having been able to summon the energy to roll over to one hip, her stride unsteady as she approached the fallen Rainmaker...
... but as uncertain as her stems might be, Roxie’s eyes shown with a mighty determination.
Peeling Sue off the canvas, McCrimmon took a page out of her opponent’s book, stooping ever so slightly and muscling the Rainmaker up onto her shoulders and into her fireman’s carry. Unfortunately for Burlingame--but much to the FAWNatic’s delight--the Ace was unable to return the favor by peppering Roxie’s ear with elbow blasts. With Susannah still struggling to replenish her lungs, the Beantown Bombshell met little resistance in slinging the Rainmaker off her shoulders. Establishing a new grip with her arms around Sue’s shapely thighs, McCrimmon sat out and swung the Ace downward, slamming Burlingame’s back into the canvas between her parted gams.
FIREMAN’S CARRY SPINEBUSTER @2:41:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8IaCtIbeVC0
Rising, Roxie turned to the near ropes and was immediately off. It was a bit surprising, perhaps--after all, McCrimmon was not one known for making much use of the ropes. But this isn’t some reinvention on her part. No, the Beantown Bombshell comes back with a very basic hop into the air, and an even more classic knee dropped across the Rainmaker’s forehead. Scrambling back to her feet, the Irish-American robobabe hairhailed Burlingame to her feet and then employed the ropes in a more common fashion for her: by launching the Ace toward them with an Irish whip. Once Susan was back in range, McCrimmon brought her hands to the Ace’s abdomen and propelled her heavenward with a mighty heft. For a second time, the Beantown Bombshell strapped her foe tightly to her shoulders.
This time, McCrimmon didn’t adjust her hold afterwards. Instead, she laid out to the side and pushed Susannah off her shoulders, dropping the Courtier on her head and shoulders with a brutal Boston Massacre.
BOSTON MASSACRE @7:57:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8IaCtIbeVC0
To the amazement of the audience--and the bemusement of the Beantown Bombshell--Burlingame managed to roll over following the impact of the Massacre, pushing up to her hands and knees. She didn’t remain there long, at least at first, Susan crumpling and withering back to the canvas. But the Rainmaker was nothing if not determined, and she was again on all fours a moment later, head slightly bowed as she began to crawl toward the nearest corner. Sauntering after her prey, Roxie claimed another helping of hair, pulled the Ace up to her feet, and shoved her harshly back against the buckles.
And then, the Beantown Bombshell returned ANOTHER of Susannah’s favors, this time in the former of slapping the taste out of her mouth--and quite possibly the taste buds as well.
“Gonna slap MY face?” Roxie asked, then unloaded with ANOTHER thunderous bytch slap.
“Gonna slap...”
SLAP!!
“... MY face???”
SLAP!!!
“Well, here’s how we treat a disrespectful, snotty, stuck up c*ntface down in Southie...”
Apparently, in Southie, the process of dealing with misbehaved women with faces that looked like other anatomic features included unloading with an alternating trio of open hand chops to the chest and forearm smashes to the jaw, followed by a similar trifecta of wicked headbutts, Roxie holding Susannah head stable by two handfuls of hair. She then used that double fisted grip to mare the Rainmaker out of the corner, depositing Burlingame on her tush with her back to the Beantown Bombshell--which Roxie promptly took advantage of by delivering three short, stiff kicks to her spine. McCrimmon then switched plant legs, which allowed her to send two swift kneelifts into Burlingame’s mug.
By the time Roxie jerked the Rainmaker up to rubbery legs, Susan didn’t look like she had any idea of where she was or who she was facing, but McCrimmon apparently STILL didn’t find her penitent enough. Holding Burlingame slumped forward, the Irish-American blonde BLASTED Sue’s stupefied features with not one, not two, not three, but FOUR kicks to the face before yanking her up... and damn near DECAPITATING the Ace with a MASSIVE clothesline that put BOTH women down--Sue flat on her back, and Roxie on her knees beside her.
VIOLENCE PARTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GDuqpbZATV4
With Susannah rendered all but dead to the world, McCrimmon shifted her near knee up from the canvas and onto Burlingame’s tummy, the Beantown Bombshell striking quite a fetching double bicep pose as the referee slid into position and counted off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Susan shrugged a shoulder into the air. Barely.
Cursing herself for the memorable but otherwise lazy cover, Roxie slid back a little, dropped down across her opponent’s gulping midsection and hooked the far leg in a tight cradle good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Rainmaker shrugged loose and turned onto her side to prevent another pin. Didn’t take. McCrimmon grabbed her at shoulder and hip, jerked the Courtier onto her back, then trapped both legs in a tight, squirming bundle and laid back across her chest for another…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Susan fought free for the third time in less than thirty seconds, earning jeers from the crowd and incredulity from the blonde. “What the hell, Craig?” Roxie held up three fingers more for emphasis rather than any belief in the talisman’s power to change the count. “Did you see her after that Lariat? She was practically drooling on the canvas!”
“I saw it, Roxie.” he answered carefully. “I also saw you burn that first cover trying to embarrass her. Can’t do that with someone like Susan.”
The ref would’ve said a little more if Burlingame hadn’t spoken first. “Hear that, Rox?” she grunted. “Even the zebras know you’re outclassNNNNGGGGHHH!”
McCrimmon climbed atop the prone brunette, claimed a huge handful of hair and proceeded to unload punch after punch on Sue’s forehead. “C’mon now, Roxie! Open up those hands!” Long almost sounded like he was pleading. “Don’t make me start a count!”
Jaw clenched in anger and frustration, McCrimmon increased the pace and intensity of her shelling until the official reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Throwing her hands high as she pushed off the battered beauty, Roxie took a short lap, caught her breath and set her distended togs back into place with a practiced ‘flick’ of her fingers. The brief reprieve soothed her nerves just enough for the Robobabe to feel in control of herself when she stomped over to the heiress bent down to peel her off the mat. Cupping Burlingame’s ears so Craig wouldn’t bytch about a hair-pull, Rox pulled the tottering former World Champion in so close their foreheads were touching.
“Love the bruises, Susie. They look great on you and I’ll be happy to give you more. It’s about time you learned--”
Roxanne reeled back in shock and disgust when Sue pursed her lips and spat on the blonde’s cheek.
“Learn?” the Ace’s usually snarky tone was remarkably flat and cold. “What could I possibly learn from a piece of shyt like--”
“YOU BYTCH!” The Beantown Bombshell went at her rival with a Haymaker that would’ve shattered Susan’s jaw if it hadn’t been telegraphed from a mile away. Stepping back in the span between heartbeats, Burlingame flicked up her left leg in a kick designed for the sole purpose of blocking Roxie’s punch. Twisting on her plant foot in the blink of an eye, Susan reached over her right shoulder with both hands to capture the blonde’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock. Then she leapt and landed stretched out on her back to THWHONK McCrimmon’s face and chest into the mat! The Ace Crusher always got riotous cheers when Shea London busted it out, Sue’s application however was met with almost unanimous jeers because those assembled knew “AAARRRHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHK!” Roxie howled in anguish when Burlingame somersaulted onto her lower back and transformed the Three Quarters Facelock into one of the Inverted variety. With the blonde’s chin wedged against her armpit, the Bankable Bombshell grabbed hold of McCrimmon’s left arm and quickly draped it over her posted thigh to fully secure the Root of All Evil.
ACE CRUSHER TO ROOT OF ALL EVIL @ 1:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
Sunk into a deep crouch atop the Beantown Bombshell’s cruelly wrenched spine, Sue bounced up n’ down and leaaaaaaaaaaaaned backward to add more torque to Rox’s neck. “Don’t bother to ask.” the heiress huffed to Craig when he started to crouch down beside the action. “You’ll know when she quits. Hell, the dorks up in the nosebleeds will know when she quits. Isn’t that right, Roxie?” The pressure on her chin made it impossible for McCrimmon to answer with words and waggling a finger seemed futile, so she curled her hands into claws and dug into the tawny meat of her attacker’s upper thighs. Sue grimaced, shook her head ‘no’ and slammed her ass into Roxie’s back half a dozen more times.
“Nice try bytch, but everyone knows you always say ‘yes’ sooner than lateRRWHOOOAAHHH!”
Chronic lower back pain be damned, Roxanne let out an enraged roar and powered to one knee. Doing so alleviated some of the pressure on her vertebrae but even more important it allowed her to slide out from beneath the heiress and slooooowly get to her NNNNGGGGHHHHH!” Any hopes for a jailbreak came to an abrupt end when Susan jammed a Kneelift into the small of the blonde’s defenseless back. Rox went weak all over and would’ve crumpled if Burlingame hadn’t collected a handful of tights.
Uncharacteristically silent, the Rainmaker turned in a slow circle, showing off the crippled blonde to each side of the arena before she dipped her knees and muscled McCrimmon to one o’clock and peeled off a slick quarter turn and sat out to THAWHAM Rox against the thinly-padded plywood. This Jacobs-worthy variation on the Inverted DDT left the Beantown Bombshell in a flat starfish.
BURLINGAME'D:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MJXQwRdhooU
Any other member of the roster would’ve gone for the pin right then and there, but the Rainmaker had a point to prove after the beating she’d endured a few minutes prior. “Did you really think you were going to teach me something, peroxide?”
Sue plunged her hands into Roxie’s hair and hauled her up like she thought the hardbody was something more than breathing meat at the moment. Positioned on McCrimmon’s six, Burlingame pinioned her right arm in a Chickenwing, then placed her free hand on the base of the other woman’s neck and pressed forward and down to turn Rox around into a snug Front Facelock. Burlingame reached down with her left arm, caught McCrimmon’s right leg behind the knee and lifted it off the canvas in an unpleasant cradle. Demonstrating some impressive strength of her own, the Bankable Bombshell muscled Roxanne upside down, letting her rest against one hip even as the former FAWN World Champion spun her once, twice, thrice. Ten times in all, a dizzying, domineering cyclone that only ended when Burlingame dropped down and PLANTED the back of her foe’s head and shoulder against the mat.
SPIRIT CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOMWRvdJ7Og
Roxie jounced free, slopped halfway onto her side before Susan pulled her back the way she’d came. On one knee beside the blonde’s insensate form, Burlingame started to swing a leg over, then thought better of it. Instead she braced her right shin across Rox’s breasts and pressed one splayed palm over that bare cloverleaf of tummy flesh. Smiling now, she raised her right arm and flexed her bicep for the hard camera.
Craig Long dropped to one knee, almost said something, ultimately decided against it.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded but Susan didn’t move, it seemed she was enjoying her perch despite the lack of butt on face contact. Indeed, her grin regained its usual predatory glow when the Announcer proclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
“C’mon Sue.” Craig said quietly when the victorious blonde grrrrrrrround her shin against Roxanne’s tits. “You don’t have to do this.”
Sue spared him the briefest of glances. “Yeah I do. Now shut up or I might decide to grind her nose off anyway.” The ref made no comment after that, leaving the heiress in relative peace as she rolled McCrimmon onto her stomach. “So, you want to talk about lessons? You want to talk about teaching ME a lesson?” Burlingame put a knee between Roxanne’s shoulders, grabbed a handful of hair and wrenched her head back at a painful angle. “Wake up, meathead. WAKE UP!” Susan slapped the blonde’s cheeks half a dozen times, then pinched her nostrils until Rox started to sputter and cough. “There you are. Ready to take notes?”
“Fuuuuhhhhh….f*ck you.” McCrimmon groaned. “Get offa meEERRRGGGHH!”
Burlingame JERKED up on the Beantown Bombshell’s hair, all the better to expose her throat and face to the camera. “No, f*ck you, bikini meat. Have you figured out it takes more than crunches and swagger to beat me yet? Obviously not, because you’re blinking away tears and I’m tugging this nasty, trashy hair out by the roots.”
Rox sneered, reached for the brunette’s wrist and almost shrieked when put more pressure on her bent neck.
“Slapped my face earlier, remember that? How do you like it, loser?” Sue swatted at McCrimmon’s cheeks from both sides. The angle made it more like a strong pat, but Roxie still cringed at the Courtier’s hateful touch. “Know why I’m not sitting on your face right now, Roxie? Go ahead. Answer so all the people at home can hear.”
The helpless Robobabe thought about holding her tongue, which was why Susan added a second fist to her hair. “Errrgggghhh….ggrrrrr…. because you know I’d kick that flat thing up between your shoulders if you even thought about NNNNNGGGGHH!”
Susan bounced Roxanne’s forehead into the mat, then slid forward so she was sitting on the back of her prey’s noggin. Hands on her hips, the Ace sneered, “I didn’t give you the best seat in the house because you haven’t EARNED it. Olivia Dare, Becky Clayton, Autumn Sammain, Sydney Deschain, even that bytch VanBuren, I ground them out in front of the world because at one point or another they proved they were good enough to beat me. I made them all my throne because they were all worthy of a Queen. You, Roxie McCrimmon? You’re a pretender. And you’re not worth my grind.”
With that she stood up, bent over and SLAPPED the back of Rox’s head hard enough to make the blonde cover up with one trembling arm. “Don’t ever say my name again, McCrimmon.” Burlingame purred to the cringing powerhouse. “Your career may not be as exciting, but it’ll last a whole f*ck of a lot longer. Take this lesson to heart. It won‘t be repeated.”
Through teaching for the night, Sue spread her arms wide and tipped her head back, the resplendent Ace calling down the rain to wash away any residual stank carried by the beaten, fuming blonde sprawled between her feet.