Post by bigfan on Jan 10, 2017 1:09:42 GMT
Quite intrigued by the new present offered up in this cavalcade of combat, the Announcer raised his mic and laid some information on the sold out crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and ten pounds! She is the Star Strider, the Interstellar Angel, this is LILY BURLINGAME!”
Craning their heads toward the entryway like folks trying to follow the path of a racing comet, the FAWNatics let loose a delighted roar when the lights went down. From within that swirling, anticipatory murk came a thumping drum and a matched set of snapping fingers, the two bits of percussion bouncing to and fro in a rat-a-tat riff. A keening guitar note joined the beat and a few seconds later the situation got brighter in no small part due to the tongue of flame that licked at the base of the ramp. As the note held steady, the fire set off on a beeline for the top of the ramp. The wick shrank in time with the arrival of more guitars and an Earth-shattering KA-BOOM of red pyro that almost swallowed the first verse of ’Comeback Kid’. From the center of this flash and flame a figure emerged, shooting up from the floor to land flawlessly before the capacity crowd.
LILY BURLINGAME:
Launching herself from that brand spankin‘ new crater, Lily Burlingame pumped a fist for the crowd, then pointed at the ring and flew down the ramp in a blur of black, red and white. For her last battle of 2016 and her first encounter with a true FAWN legend, she wore gleaming black bottoms accented by swirling galaxies of stars done in blue and white. Her top was halter-style sports bra done in an identical scheme, the blue and white seeming to shimmer and twirl with her every move. Kneepads were matching black and also sported the galaxy motif, white on the left and blue on the right. Her hair, free of the mask for more than a year now, was now tickling the tops of her shoulders in a sleek, but slightly messy bob.
While her opponent‘s change in attitude had taken some of the shine off a bout Lily had considered a bucket list match since the first time she stepped through the ropes, the former Lightweight Champion showed no hint of hesitation or disappointment as she tore down the ramp then leapt from the floor to the apron to the top rope in the span between heartbeats. Bouncing from it as casually as the terminally grounded stepped off the curb, Lily hooked a sharp turn to the left, hit the adjoining set of strands and went soaring into a gorgeous back flip that set her back in the center of the ring. Then she was off again, the Meteor Mite rounding on one heel to sprint to the far side of the squared circle. At the ropes in an instant, she caught the top and middle in both hands, leapt and twirled over the third strand in a Tiger Feint Kick that ’swicked’ through the air.
Back in the ring a heartbeat later, the youngest Burlingame sister strode to the middle of the ring, rose up on her toes and dropped to one knee, thumbing an invisible detonator as she did so. The fans responded with an appropriately thunderous ‘BOOOOOOOM!’ which left Lily grinning from ear to ear as she headed to her corner for the customary last second check of her pads and boots.
With the Roseate Rocket ready to lift off in the ring, the FAWNatics waited impatiently to put their lungs to the test jeering the once beloved and now despised Hawkeye as she returned to singles competition. The assembled were surprised when they don’t hear The Clash but Iggy and Charlie instead.
‘VANILLA CHILL IN DA HOUSE BYTCHES!’ in gold letters appeared on the FAWNTRON.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
‘Fancy’ blared over the speakers as the one and, thank god, only Pleasant Valley Punkass strode to the middle of the stage as if she owned the place.
KYLIE SANDERS:
JASMINE WASHINGTON:
DEMETRIA ANDREWS:
Kylie, with her ever present Louis Vuitton clutch in hand, wore a black one-piece, black leather belt around her midriff, black lace covering her shoulders and upper arms, the Iowan still going all in with LV. She finished things off with black boots and pads.
On either shoulder was Chill’s crew. The newly minted African-American dazzler Jasmine Washington on one side and the manager of both women, Demetria Andrews, on the other. The former FAWN grappler showed Sanders off like her most precious possession. Each Nubian beauty raised a wrist of the former fan favorite and boos instantly fell like from a cloudburst. Vanilla Chill smirked at the Orlando lowlifes and the three women headed down the ramp and aisle together, staring, pointing and talking shyt about the Crimson Comet.
Reaching the ring, Kylie Sanders daps both women, the Hawkeye sharing a beaming smile with her new compatriots. The elfin blonde turned a much sterner gaze to the multitudes heaping their disdain and tossing less than complimentary remarks at the turncoat and her new allies.
The platinum blonde stomped up the steps, leaving her manager and J-Dogg to huddle on the outside, Washington dressed in a tiny black hoodie, (black version of the following: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/Jasmine-clothing.jpg~original ), the grappler snapping her head back to clear the hood from her cranium and shoulder-length ebony locks. Beneath Jazzy wore camo boy-cut trunks ( s2.photobucket.com/user/biggerb/media/Jasmine-clothing%20below.jpg.html ) which accentuated her bootylicious backside.
Andrews charmed in a skin tight red cocktail dress and pumps, lips scarlet, hair a coppery hue.
As Sanders entered, the Announcer finally hit his cue.
“And her opponent, from da space where Da Man ain’t got no place…standing five feet four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds…Vanilla Chill…Kylie Sanders!”
Mid-ring, Ky, stick already in hand, waved at the crowd to shut the hell up. They only turned up the volume of their hatred, Lily clearly enjoying every decibel.
“Are you ready for Da Man’s missile to be blown da hell up?” Kylie shouted.
Demetria and Jasmine made it clear they’re prepared to see Burlingame humiliated by the FAWN legend. Few others shared their position.
Kylie focused her attention to Lily.
“Ain’t no Cherry but my sweet Black Cherry over dere, my J-Dogg.”
Kylie got gangsta’ with her new partner then turned back to the former Bomb.
“I’m giving ya five seconds to take this microphone, get your ass outta my ring, and start interviewing Noemie Devereuax up in Maine. I’m sure Bethany will fly you there…coach.”
Kylie moves to Lily, chesting the Girl From Outer Space.
“Starting now!”
Sanders dropped the mic, Lily caught it one handed, all the better to shove Lily back on her heels. “Get this cut rate VanBuren out of my face. Then ring the damned bell.” Ky snarled and started forward, but referee Craig Long intervened, getting an arm around the blonde’s waist to lead her back to the opposite corner for at least a few more seconds.
Lily was out of her corner with the clang of the bell, to the surprise of no one. That was saved for Kylie, who matched the younger Lightweight almost step for step, which was quite the departure from the VanBuren-esque waiting game she’d employed ever since her return. Careful to stay honed in on the blonde while never forgetting she had back-up at ringside, Burlingame made a couple quick, shrinking circuits around the veteran before she raised her hands and beckoned Sanders to do the same. Kylie obliged her with a smirk, so Lily dipped down and lunged into the first clench of the--CRAAACK!
The Pernicious Princess of Pleasant Valley flicked a hand through Burlingame’s defenses to turn her head with a Bytch Slap that staggered the former Lightweight Champion back a few steps. “I’ve been waiting to do that for a looooooong time!” Sanders snickered to everyone within the sound of her voice. “Even before I knew it was you under that stupid Cherry Bomb mask. The Court bias in your interviews was as disgusting as it was blatant.”
Burlingame worked her jaw a little, shrugging off the worst of the sting. “No bias in the interviews, Sanders. I just have amazing radar when it comes to disingenuous bytches. It always went CRAZY when you were around.”
Ky’s smile faded and her hazel eyes narrowed quite a bit. “There’s nothing disingenuous about me, cupcake. You’re gonna feel every bit of the beating I put on you tonight.”
Burlingame snorted and flicked a glance toward the blonde’s back-up. “That a fact, Princess? Guess that’s why you brought your off-brand Associates to help you out. You sure you wanna be the new Portia? Didn’t work out too well for the last girl and she was a lot better at it than--”
Sanders drew back for another scathing Slap, Lily raised a hand to intercept and the blonde darted in to catch her with a Side Headlock instead! Mashing Burlingame’s cheek into the swell of her left breast, Sanders grrrrrround her knotted fists against the brunette’s mouth and growled, “I’d be careful using that name around me, bytch. I might get angry. And when I get angry I’m likely to mangle your pretty little face.” She worked the Headlock a little harder as evidence of this phenomena.
Hardly a passive participant in this unpleasant punishment, Lily looped her arms around the Iowan’s waist, bore down and bulled her blonde toward the ropes. The look on Ky’s face told everyone she hadn’t expected that sort of power from the Interstellar Angel, but she adjusted on the fly and planted one leg like a kickstand to stop the brunette’s march.
“That all you got, kid?” Kylie kept right on grinding the Headlock, the brawny little fireplug looking to plant some serious cauliflower in her opponent’s ears. “For all that flippy shyt off the ropes you never learned how to break a HeadloWHOOOAAAH!”
Burlingame turned her Waistlock into a Bear Hug, dipped her knees and powered Kylie off her feet for a Backdrop Suplex. What could’ve been a very bad landing ended up right where it started as Sanders adjusted her grip in mid-flight and raaaaaaaked Burlingame across the eyes! Lily yelped and set the blonde down, so Kylie slammed a hip into her tummy and slung the other woman over onto her back while STILL working the Headlock!
“Get used to this grind, baby!” Sanders crowed as she poured on the pressure. “It’s gonna eat you up all night long! Unless you want to be a good little bytch and quit right GUUHHHHRRK!”
The Crimson Comet brought her legs up, laced them around Kylie’s neck and treated the veteran to a squeeze of her own! A single pulse on the Headscissors broke Kylie’s grasp and left her pounding an angry foot against the mat while Lily steadied out her breathing. “I think I’ll be fine, Ky.” Burlingame found a little smirk of her own as she put both hands against the mat and pushed her butt off the mat to apply that much more squeeze. “What about you? You’re looking a little flushed.” Sanders grunted but didn’t bother with words, rather she hooked her fingers into claws and raked them down the dense meat of the heiress’s encroaching thigh. “Knock off that catty shyt, honey.” Burlingame warned. “Unless you’re ready to deal with it yourself.”
Hardly one to be intimidated, especially not by a chick who flew under the radar by working a damned microphone, the wriggling blonde smacked her attacker’s leg, then worked her nails in even deeper. “What’s the matter, Lily? These tender little legs not ready for a challenge from a FAWN legNNGGGHH OW, BYTCH!”
Lily returned her tush to the mat, raised one hand high overhead and brought it down in a whistling overhead slap that CRAAAACKED Ky’s lycra-sheathed tummy. As a bonus, she crooked her hand into a reprisal claw and dug into the flat expanse, Burlingame clearly not shy about putting some holes in the blonde’s black one-piece. “That all you got, Ky? Been in FAWN since the dawn of time and you never learned how to fight off a Headscissors? No wonder you need back-up!”
Sanders smacked an angry heel against the canvas, then sent one hand spidering toward the junction of her foe’s thighs. Lily noted it at once and grabbed the Iowan’s wrist. “Bad idea, sweetheart.” the former Cherry Bomb reached down so that her other hand hovered ominously over Kylie’s crotch. “Or do you want some too?”
Kylie regarded her with angry, resentful eyes. After a moment she jerked her hand away and went back to prizing at Burlingame’s thigh. “Bytch.” she muttered.
Lily grinned and ruffled the blonde’s hair. “Back at you, baby. Ready to tap out yet?”
Sanders didn’t dignify that with an answer, especially since Demetria and Jasmine were already tossing all sorts of interesting verbs at the heiress. Since clawing her way out didn’t seem to be an option, Kylie braced her hands under the leg across her throat and puuuuuushed up. Simply powering out of a Scissors this snug wasn’t gonna happen, so Sanders created just enough space to twist around within the confines of the hold. Back to your opponent wasn’t a place many wrestlers wanted to be, but Sanders took the risk willingly, as it allowed her to get her hands and knees flat against the mat. Of course it meant the crown of her skull was now pressed against the canvas and the kink in her neck was far from pleasant, yet she endured the discomfort knowing what a pleasure it would be to teach this upstart brat a wrestling lesson.
After a moment to steady her breathing, Sanders leaned forward onto her head and hands and hopped her legs to the left side of Burlingame’s crushing stems. Then she hopped to the right. Then back to the left. And back and forth, back and forth, Kylie building up a damned good pace that’d ultimately lead to her popping right out of the “NNNNGGGGHHHH!” Lily, who’d used this particular tactic on more than one occasion, treated Ky to a bit of cattiness by catching hold of the blonde’s waistband when she was straight up n’ down in a perfect handstand. In that same instant she pushed her legs up, then pulled down and yanked on Sanders’s togs to TONK the crown of her skull against the mat in a miniature Piledriver!
Kylie jolted and flopped onto her side, both arms cradling her aching head as Burlingame finally broke the Scissors. Quick to her feet with Ky temporarily prone, Lily stomped on the Iowan’s tummy to stretch her out flat, then backed off a few steps and charged forward, all the better to hurl herself into the head-first, inside out front flip that made the Shooting Star Press so iconic. Even at this low flying height the Splash THWHUMPED Ky’s tummy hard enough to pop her legs skyward. Lily caught the nearest one and drew it close, forcing Sanders’s knee against her chest while Craig swooped in to count…
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TWO…
The erstwhile Pleasant Valley Princess threw a shoulder off the mat, but Lily only used the effort to draw the long-timer up with a grip on Kylie’s left wrist and shoulder. Sanders already looked frazzled under an early meteor shower from the former Cherry Bomb.
Burlingame sent Sanders off for the ride to the far ropes and waited for the Hawkeye to rebound. Her platinum blonde bob a beacon for both Lily and any fan in the back row, Ky returned in a sprint only to get a ‘Burlingame Boot’ sandwich, Lily plastering Sanders’ chin with a perfect Dropkick.
To her credit, Kylie scrambled to her feet, but Lily was already where Sanders hoped to beat her and Lily nailed the former FAWN favorite with another crisp Dropkick, this one to Ky’s chest.
Sanders was knocked flat again, but again hustles to her feet, determined to show her stamina. Unfortunately, Lily’s there to show her youth and aggression, sending a third in the series right between the hazel eyes of the FAWN original. Knocked to the canvas again, this time Kylie remained horizontal and in a starfish, half-dazed and half-exhausted, sucking in air by the lungful only a few minutes into the match.
To add insult to injury, Lily kipped to her feet and led the FAWNatics in a mocking rhythmic clap to ‘help’ Kylie find the strength to rise.
Outside the ring, Demetria turned to the assembled, telling the losers to shut their traps. While Jasmine leveled her steely gaze at the delighted Comet. J-Dogg ran a thumb across her throat and Burlingame responded by inviting Wash in. Jasmine started onto the apron before returning to the floor.
The distractions allowed Sanders to sit up but nothing more and Burlingame raced to send a kick to the mush of the teed-up face of the blonde. Kylie dropped to the canvas and Lily’s boot swept over her nose by no more than an inch. Her foe off balance after the swing-and-miss, Ky tripped up the Girl From Outer Space, bringing her to earth and rolling her up in a Small Package for…
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TWO…
Lily broke free with a second to spare. The brunette hurried to her feet, again beating Sanders to vertical. She leapt into another Dropkick, but this time Ky was able to sweep it aside and drop a knee into the navel of the Crimson Comet.
Groaning and swaddling her aching tummy, Lily remained mat-bound when Kylie rose and leapt over her foe. The newly christened Vanilla Chill landed in a sweet, ivory-skinned Senton across the midriff of the Bomb, the bite-sized Burlingame jackknifing around the impact before fading to the canvas, bug-eyed.
Sanders rolled off her rival and pushed Lily to her chest. Grabbing, the dark mane of the Comet, Ky forced Lily’s face into the abrasive canvas and RUBBED her features into the mat, roughly forcing Burlingame’s face from side to side, the former Bomb yelping at the mat burn accumulating on her mug.
A count of ‘FOUR’ from the ref brought Kylie’s foreplay to an end and Sanders climbed to her feet, perfect pearlies clenched in a growl.
“Just like a rocket,” Kylie panted. “All your fuel spent in an instant.”
Sanders grabbed Lily by her mane and pulled FAWN’s former and longest reigning Lightweight champ to her feet.
“Let’s see if I can’t give you a booster,” Ky snarked, whipping Burlingame to the ropes. Providing a missile a launch was problematic and Demetria seemed to know Kylie’s in trouble doing it even if the stubborn Hawkeye didn‘t.
Burlingame hit the ropes for a u-turn and flew back at a charging Kylie, but before Lily could make Ky’s decision a bad one, Sanders hit her knees and slid in with a gut punch to Burlingame’s breadbasket that doubled Lily over with a guttural groan.
Kylie popped to her feet even before she skidded to a stop and doubled back to the frozen Comet. Grabbing Lily’s trunks at the back waistline, she YANKED the spandex up as far as they were engineered to go, sending a wincing, yipping Lily to her tiptoes from the atomic wedgie.
“You grab my trunks,” Kylie managed still huffing to keep up with the Roseate Rocket. “Quid pro quo.”
Sanders spun Lily to face her and deposited a Toe Kick DEEP into Burlingame’s belly, bending Lily at her abused, splotchy tummy. Grabbing Susan’s sister by her dark locks, Kylie got as much height as she could manage, hopping into the air and sitting out, legs extended. Lily’s features were PLANTED into the deck with a Sit-Out Facebuster that rattled the ring.
SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sll-3Pm7RqM
The force of the collision bounced Burlingame onto her back, still between the Iowan’s lower limbs. Kylie dropped her abbreviated stems over Lily’s shoulders while reaching laced, cupped hands under Burlingame’s chin and pulling toward her to keep Lily down for the…
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TWO,,,
THRNOOO…
The brunette kicked her way free, leaning to her side, looking like a rocket in need of a refuel.
From the outside, Demetria slammed the canvas in quick succession three times, complaining about the zebra being a part of Da Man’s crew. Inside, Kylie burned a hole through the official rather than waste breath berating him. As Ky made her loud vociferous case, J-Dogg slid into the ring, grabbed Lily by the wrists and pulled her halfway out, lining Burlingame’s throat with the edge of the apron.
Washington backpedaled several steps and raced forward, leaping toward the precariously perched Crimson Comet and delivered a ruthless Elbow Drop to her exposed throat. The impact, appearing a guillotine, sent Lily’s upper-half down and her legs up like a teeter-totter. The bottom rope caught Burlingame’s shins before a boot from Jasmine sent Lily sliding out the rest of the way to the floor.
The Roseate Rocket’s splashdown to the thinly-padded cement was the cue for Jasmine to head around the corner to avoid being blamed by Da Man. Vanilla Chill ended her debate with Da Man’s rep in the ring and seemed confused as to where Lily’s disappeared. She asked the official who only shrugged in return.
Kylie’s manager and partner tried to be helpful but it took the rise of a groaning, aching Lily for the ref to finally eyeball Kylie’s foe. The man cast an accusing eye toward Demetria and Jasmine and they both busted out their “don’t you even’ looks.
Having no evidence in his possession, the official started his count belatedly and Lily slid in at TWO, only for Kylie to collect her by the head and pull her up from the canvas. The platinum blonde dipped her head between Lily’s thighs, Ky’s arms wrapping around the slender, sinewy thighs of Burlingame.
Sanders, not known for her abundance of strength, had enough to lift the lightweight perpendicular to her shoulders and drop to her less-than-LaKeisha-like backside, delivering Lily to a CRASHING collision with the canvas via the Iowa Waterwheel.
IOWA WATERWHEEL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L78bbjcEtWw
The crowd groaned for Lily as she ended face down in a heap behind the seated and satisfied Kylie. As Jasmine talked up her partner to anyone who’ll listen in the first few rows, Vanilla Chill certainly seemed to have cooled off the Rocket in a BIG way.
Kylie dusted off her hands and turned to all fours to push what’s left of the bite-sized Burlingame to her back. She mounts in a Crossbody, hooking a leg for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lily shot a hand into the air and even had the temerity to waggle a finger ‘no, no, no’, a blatant, albeit nonverbal, show of disrespect as far as the veteran was concerned. “Oh, you’re not ready to go to bed yet, little girl?” Ky growled as she filled her hands with the other lightweight’s dark locks. “Then I guess that means you’re tuff enough to see how the grown ups wrestle.”
Burlingame answered with a few punches to Sanders’s tummy, but she was too dazed from her ride on the Waterwheel for them to be very effective and the blonde paid ‘em no mind at all. Dragging her prey up alongside, Sanders pounded a Kneelift into opposing tummy, then transitioned into a Side Headlock for easier (and unquestionably legal) travel to the set of strands that faced the hard camera. Another Kneelift kept the former Lightweight Champion nice and pliable as the Pleasant Valley Dictator shoveled Lily’s upper body between the top and middle rope and laid claim to her biceps. Hooking the brunette’s arms back over the top rope, Kylie cupped her left hand over Lily’s chin and wrenched her head back to force blistering eye contact with those at home.
“To all of you idiots who think this little twerp is the future,” Sanders ruffled Burlingame’s hair and smacked her cheek, clearly relishing the control, “I’m here to show you how wrong you are.”
“How wrong ARE they, Chilly?” Jasmine asked in a perfect infomercial plant voice.
“Gee Jasmine, I’m glad you asked! This piece of crap right here? She’s not the future because she barely has a present!”
Kylie punctuated her statement by pulling back on the makeshift Chinlock and thwhack-thwhack-THWHACKING a half dozen rough Forearm Smashes into the small of her opponent’s defenseless back. Cramming in a full dozen before the zebra even started his count, Sanders finished off her punishment by switching over to a double fistful of hair and leaning back to the limits of balance, a shift that tortured Burlingame’s scalp while simultaneously bending the back of her neck against the rubber-coated steel! ‘FOUR!’ brought the Interstellar Angel some measure of relief, alas not enough to power an extraction from the ropes before Kylie lent a hand to the effort.
“Watch her hair, Ky.” Craig warned when it looked like the veteran was about to subject the younger woman to another round of scalp stress tests. “You know better than that.”
“Duh.” Sanders scoffed. “But pulling this rat’s nest apart is just so much fun!” She switched over to a Wristlock and jerked Lily into a short Shoulderblock between the tits to keep her stunned. “Thankfully, there’s a million other ways to hurt a brat and they’re all just as delightful.”
Pivoting them both so they were pointed toward a corner on the far side of the squared circle, Sanders stepped in, then pulled back and tossed Lily so hard she went down flat on her tummy. No such luck for the heiress, however. The combination of her own speed and Kylie’s thoughtful booster rocket meant Burlingame didn’t get a chance to so much as turn around, let alone slow down before she BWUUUNGED chest-first into the top turnbuckle. Already short of breath before impact, the Crimson Comet lost what little oxygen she had left and would’ve dropped to her knees if she hadn’t draped both arms over the top rope. A valiant display to be sure, yet one that left her woefully exposed, as Sanders pointed out when she charged in, hopped and THWHAPPED the whole of her hundred and twenty-plus pounds against the brunette’s back in an Avalanche Splash.
Cinching on the Waistlock as soon as her feet touched the mat, Ky leaned in and murmured, “You’re finished, honey.” Then she backed out of the buckles at full speed, dropped into a squat and somersaulted backward to take Lily over and down with an O’Connor Roll. What started off as merely good mat work turned downright stellar when Sanders got back to her feet and immediately peeled off a bridge that THWHUMPED Lily down flush on the back of her head and shoulders! On the outside, Jasmine smacked the apron in both hands and shouted, “OVER AND DONE!” in time with Long’s count of…
OVER & DONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lzAWQaZuTyE
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Little known fact, Lily Burlingame was a notoriously bad listener, that’s probably why she twisted loose of the Waistlock a heartbeat shy of ‘THREE!’ Set down on her knees beside the reeling wrestler, Kylie ran a hand through her bob and flicked a dismissive mist of sweat over the heiress’s back. “Great, I happened to get the sister with the Burlingame toughness, but none of the charisma, brains or skill. No wonder Sue’s the only one of you that’s worth a damn.” Lily grunted, reached in the direction of Sanders’s voice and took a fist to the back of her hand for the effort. “I think it’s clear I can finish you off whenever I please.” Kylie noted as she helped the smaller wrestler to her feet courtesy a double handful of shoulder straps. “And I’m sure I’ll do so very soon, but first I’m going to embarrass you a little… ok, that was a lie. I’m going to embarrass you a lot.”
The domination rolled on with a hard Bytch Slap to the face and a Kneelift that hit *just* above the line of her opponent’s briefs. With Lily doubled over in agony, Ky straightened her up, then worked an arm through her legs and hoisted the brunette onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. The FAWNatics gasped in anticipation of a Pleasant Valley Driver, but as the blonde had said, she was out to humiliate rather than hurt, so instead of planting Lily’s head she began to twist in a circle. Slowly at first, then faster and faster until both women were little more than a blur of mot-- Burlingame’s legs sailed out of her opponent’s grasp, sending her whirling around in front of THWHUNK! Caught in the propeller of her own Airplane Spin, Ky found her noggin snagged in a Front Facelock a split second before Lily and gravity yanked the surprised lovely down into a THWHONKING DDT!
Sanders landed like a lawn dart, the former World Champ almost straight up and down for a heartbeat or two before her nerves caught up with her reeling brain. Beside her, Lily reared back on her haunches, shook her head emphatically, then bowled Kylie onto her back so she could hook the far leg for…
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The PVP pulled free and rolled onto her stomach. Perhaps more importantly, she pushed onto her elbows and started crawling toward Jasmine and Demetria. Eyes flaring as she remembered the cheap shot Washington landed earlier, Burlingame grabbed Sanders by the ankles, popped to her feet and quickly dragged the black-clad blonde all the way back to start. “You wanna rescue her, Jaz?” Lily kept attention on Sanders even as she called out her second. “You’re gonna have to do it where I can actually see you. Good luck, ya gutless little troll!”
J-Dogg fired off a series of expletives that Lily ignored in favor of crossing Ky’s ankles in a taut ‘X’. Once she’d braced a leg against the folded joints she dropped to one knee and pounded a few stiff Hammer Punches into the small of the Iowan’s back. Kylie yelped, started to raise her head, then realized she was getting suckered. Too late, Burlingame crooked her right arm around Sanders’s neck, clasped her hands together and CRAAAAAAAAANKED back to bend the blonde’s spine at an ungodly angle.
CROSS-LEG STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yq3JaVMY93M
It was far from the most complicated version of the STF, but the simplicity didn’t stop the crowd from immediately demanding that their traitorous heroine ‘TAP, TAP, TAP!’ while Andrews and Washington did their best to convince Vanilla Chill not to capitulate to this sawed off member of the Man’s Army.
Sanders looked a long way from chill, yelping in agony from Burlingame’s submission.
“Your old creaky bones are sure to snap soon,” Lily prodded as she pulled back even further.
“Awwww GAHHHHD!” Ky screamed.
Her fingers clenched into the canvas, trying to pull herself forward, but her immobilized legs and her wildly curved spine made it an impossibility to reach the cables. The Hawkeye bit her quivering lower lip.
“Noooo,” Sanders sobbed to unsympathetic faces.
The refusal convinced the Roseate Rocket there’s another better, perhaps easier, and more ‘pleasant’ way to finish off FAWN’s Benedict Arnold. Lily unknotted her STF and lett Kylie’s backbone settle to a more natural position, Sanders sighing deeply. The FAWN original slunk toward the ropes, slithering along the canvas, her aching spinal column not allowing her to rise to all fours and crawl there.
A hovering Burlingame couldn’t help herself in dropping a knee into the base of Kylie’s spine. The Iowan arches her vertebrae in agony, cursing the Burlingame name, both the version in the ring and her infamous sinister sister.
The former Cherry Bomb popped to her feet after genuflecting across Kylie and instantly headed into low-earth orbit, leaping into the air above the platinum blonde and spinning through a back flip in the blink of an eye, CRASHING across Kylie with a Standing Shooting Star Press.
Lily shoveled a trampled Ky to her back and coats her with a Crossbody for…
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TWO…
Sanders kicked her way out from under, flopping to her side, the crowd groaning in disappointment, J-Dogg and Andrews, Hot & Bothered’s manager, looking ready to tear their hair out.
For her part, Lily didn’t mind that her pin attempt came up short. She grabbed a wrist of the battered blonde and pulled her up. Burlingame shivered a few forearms into Kylie’s jaw, snapping Sanders’ head back one, two and three times until Vanilla Chill was pushed deep into the cables, hazel eyes vacant, her head bobbing.
The Crimson Comet grabbed a wrist and whipped Sanders to the opposite strands, an out-of-control Kylie barreling into them and rebounding in a 180. Burlingame was ready to show her rockets, racing to the bug-eyed blonde and leaping with legs extended. Lily’s abbreviated stems clamped tight around the Hawkeye’s temples and she RIPPED the windblown veteran off her feet in a front flip, the brunette’s Flying Head Scissors sending Ky skidding across the canvas.
FLYING HEAD SCISSORS @ 00:12
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcXbWKt60kc
A dumbfounded Kylie managed to use the momentum to wobble back up to vertical, turning and leaning her back deep into a neutral corner. Lily headed for the opposite, raising a hand high to heighten the volume of the crowd.
Outside, Jasmine scurried around the corner to help her partner evacuate and the race was on. It’s no contest as the Crimson Comet burned bright and delivered a diminutive but powerful Avalanche to the succumbing Sanders.
Burlingame pressed tight to the dismantled Kylie, unwilling to let her out of the ropes despite Washington’s and the ref’s demands. Instead, Lily dipped, scooped and placed a blasted Ky in a seat atop the uppermost buckle. The brunette hopped to the middle ropes and forced Kylie to stand. Together, they traveled to the top and after a forearm to the jaw nearly sent Sanders flying from the perch, Lily muscled up her foe and drew the jellied platinum blonde across her chest.
Demetria complained bitterly that Da Man wouldn’t let Chill do what the heiress had planned. The FAWNatics didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, indeed they went batshyt as the woman that stabbed her entire Corps in the back is about to meet her end.
The Girl from Outer Space lived up to her moniker and then some, backflipping from the heights, bringing Kylie with her and PLANTING the former Pleasant Valley Princess nearly THROUGH the deck with a Moonsault Fallaway Slam, one of the Comet’s signatures.
MOONSAULT FALL-AWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-KID-zfOD0
Lily bounced off the demolished Kylie, ending on her haunches and hugging her tummy for a moment or two, before diving back on the lifeless Sanders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
The stubborn streak that made Kylie’s early career, when lovable loser and the Hawkeye were synonymous, showed itself. Both the FAWNatics and the crowd were beside themselves as Sanders, on her own, somehow survived.
But for how long was the question and J-Dogg rose to the apron to help provide the proper answer; one even Da Man couldn’t refuse. Badgering the official relentlessly as Lily pulls a ragdolled Kylie to her feet, Jasmine let the official know she could see right through his favoritism.
The zebra wasn’t particularly concerned with Washington’s opinion, only that she remove herself from the apron. Burlingame however proved quite happy to kend a helping hand. She lett Vanilla Chill melt to the canvas and raced toward the barking J-Dogg.
Lily grabbed a shoulder of the official and shoved him clear. With Jasmine still jawing nose to nose with her, Burlingame leapt into an Enzugiri headed for Jasmine’s temple, but Washington blocksedthe blow with a raised forearm and snagged Lily’s lithe leg at the ankle.
Before Burlingame fully knew what happened, Jasmine dropped to the floor and viciously SPLITS LILY’S WICKETS, sending the rubber-coated steel of the top rope deep into the Comet’s crotch. The former Cherry Bomb was blown up but good, her jaw slack and open wide, eyes watering.
A rising Kylie, shaking her senses back into place as best she could, staggered to her foe and grabbed the cable, bouncing it up and down with all the energy she could muster, forcing the yipping Lily into the ride of her life, many in the crowd cringing right along with the anguished Burlingame.
In a move the more charitable might call mercy, a bedraggled Kylie shoved Lily off her mount. Burlingame tumbled to the outside, pooling on the floor next to an unleashed J-Dogg after cracking a shoulder across the apron on the way down.
While Sanders had no qualms about loosing her new friend on that bouncy piece of crap, she sure as shyt didn’t want Long disqualifying her because Jasmine was caught up in the savage joy of punishing hapless prey. To that end the PVP put a hand to the small of her back, sobbed aloud and staggered away to center ring just as the official was about to start his count. Understandably worried about all the damage the blonde’s vertebrae had endured in the last few minutes, Craig focused his efforts on Kylie even as the FAWNatics tried to warn him of the looming menace outside.
No such luck for him or Lily for that matter, the former Lightweight champ was still down and clutching her throbbing shoulder when Washington grabbed her by the ankles and stretched her legs into a wide ‘V’. “That looks like it burns, cupcake.” she sneered. “Here, lemme ice it down for you.”
Burlingame tried to wrench free of the other woman’s clutches, all to no avail. “Don’t even think about it JasMMNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!”
Washington hopped up and came down with her right heel THUMPING Lily’s defenseless crotch! Jasmine went down on one knee upon impact and stuffed a hand over the heiress’s mouth to make sure the shriek didn’t catch Long’s attention. The ever increasing disgust from the crowd confirmed that Kylie’s ruse was still working, so Washington peeled her victim off the mat and motioned for Demetria to beat feet in their direction.
“What you got in mind, Jaz?” Andrews asked, the veteran careful to keep an eye on the farce unfolding in the ring.
“Think it’s time we showed all these idiots that this Bomb is a dud, don’t you, Dee?”
“Cracker Jacker?”
“Read my mind.”
Plan in place, Washington reeled Lily into a Front Facelock and hooked her up for a Front Facelock. Then she muscled the other lightweight up to about three o’clock, more than enough for Lily’s boots to land on Demetria’s shoulders. The front row fans (and most everyone else for that matter) tried to draw Craig’s attention to the double team, but Sanders was selling the HELL out of her back and that meant Burlingame was alone with the tender ministrations of Hot & Bothered. Hands braced snug against Lily’s shins, Andrews dipped her knees and pushed up just as Jasmine yanked on the Front Facelock. Their combined efforts sent Lily soaring up to a few minutes after midnight, just the right time for Washington to drop to her back and THWHUNK the crown of Burlingame’s skull against the thinly-padded floor with a viciously elevated Implant DDT!
Crushed into semi-consciousness by the Cracker Jacker, the Interstellar Angel puddled out flat on her face, chest and belly and would’ve stayed there for lord knew how long if Jasmine hadn’t pulled her up by togs and tresses.
“Get gone.” Washington told Andrews. “You were never here.”
Demetria didn’t have to be told twice, she was already around the corner by the time Jasmine stuffed their mark halfway under the bottom rope. “Get your ass movin’, skank.” the wicked newcomer demanded even as she delivered a savage pinch to the brunette’s left cheek. Lily yelped, grabbed the bottom rope in one hand and started to pull herself under the bottom rope on sheer instinct.
Back in the ring, Kylie caught a nod from Demetria in her peripheral vision and within several seconds the formerly mewling Iowan experienced a miraculous recovery. Thanking Long with a sincerity that sounded almost genuine, Sanders clambered back to her feet and limped over to Lily, who was still on all fours. “Ya tried hard, kid.” Ky smirked as she filled her hands with Lily’s hair. “But you’re just not on my level. And you probably never will be.”
Treating herself to the same Front Facelock Jasmine had enjoyed, Sanders pulled Burlingame to her feet, slung the near arm across her shoulders and snagged a handful of waistband. With Lily trussed and ready to go, Kylie looked out into the teeming masses of the FAWN arena and blew them all a condescending kiss. “Avert your eyes, asshats. The Princess is about to do her thing.” A thunderous wave of boos in response, the force of which made Sanders smile as she bent her knees and hoisted Burlingame directly over-”NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Lily nearly crunched herself in half to deliver one, two, three stiff Kneestrikes to the crown of her opponent’s skull! Groaning in disgust as her knees and her back betrayed her, Kylie dropped Lily back to start, where the Crimson Comet tore free at once. Infuriated by the interference, Burlingame grabbed the nape of Sanders’s neck in one hand and delivered a straight jab to the mouth with the other. Nodding in satisfaction as the blonde’s lips mashed against her teeth, Lily asked, “What the hell happened to you, Kylie? You used to be someone I respNNNNGGGGHHAAAAAAHHHHH!”
Sanders slammed a piledriver of a knee between the younger woman’s thighs, then scooped her up in a Fireman’s Carry. No taunting or posturing this time around, Sanders pushed onto tiptoes and dropped down onto her left hip, all the better to THWHUNK the back of Lily’s skull into the unforgiving mat. Bearing down on Burlingame’s right leg after impact, Sanders kept her opponent folded up in rough back-press while the referee slapped the mat…
PLEASANT VALLEY DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7KbJMjwGuM
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Ky tossed the brunette’s leg away and flipped off the crowd while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… KYLIE SANDERS!”
Shrugging off Long’s efforts to help her stand, Sanders got up and offered her wrists to Jasmine and Demetria, who’d entered the ring as soon as the bell sounded. “Get this idiot out of here.” she snapped at her partners. “We’ve still got work to do.”
Always happy to dispose of another member of the Man’s Army, Andrews pumped a sucker punch into Craig’s gut, then grabbed him by collar and belt and tossed him through the ropes. In the meantime, Washington prized Burlingame off the mat and trapped her in a Full Nelson, giving Ky free rein to tee off on her tummy, tits and cheeks with a spiteful barrage of punches, slaps and swats. After working through the worst of her fury, Sanders buried a hand in Lily’s hair and cranked her head backward.
“You want to know what happened to me, rich girl? That’s easy. I finally, FINALLY saw the light. After all these years, I’m finally doing things my way and that should scare the hell out of FAWN. But that pales in comparison to the question you SHOULD be asking.”
Jasmine drove a Kneelift into Lily’s bum and cooed in her ear. “What’s that, Chilly?”
“What happened to you, Lily? The answer, a very long stay in the hosp--”
Kylie’s theme was interrupted by a harsh burst of static followed by nothing but smooth silence. Irritated by the interruption, Hot & Bothered turned their attention to the stage, then to each other. Demetria spoke first. “What the hell’s that all about?” The sound system roared to life with the signature low-fi noise pop whine of the Sleigh Bells, not Comeback Kid, but Crown on the Ground.
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPoIznBujEA
Apparently the Ace has seen enough.
The FAWNatics went wild as Jasmine tossed Lily down and crowded the ropes, Washington taking point on the dangerous triangle H&B meant to jam right through big sister’s rescue attempt. “COME ON THEN, BYTCH!” J-Dogg screamed at the as of yet empty stage. “GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE FOR SOME OF THE SAME WE GAVE YOUR BYTCH-ASS SIS--”
SUE BURLINGAME:
A scream from the capacity crowd spun all three around just in time to watch Susannah Burlingame leap from the top rope with a springboard that took her up into the lights. They lost her in the glare for just a moment and then she was in the thick of it, Sue THWHACKING Andrews across the jaw with a pinpoint Forearm Smash. Demetria went down flat and Sue did too, only the heiress kipped up immediately thereafter and her target most certainly did not.
SPRINGBOARD FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJinLsOSJrw
Apoplectic about the interference, Jasmine shrugged past Kylie’s protective hand and pointed a damning finger at the former World Champion. “You don’t know what you just got yourself into, money ba--” THWHACK! Sue stepped forward, spun on her left foot and hopped off to catch Washington in the temple with a Gammengiri that dropped the tenacious tyro on the spot.
SPINNING GAMMENGIRI @ 1:12
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9nwQ6e04W7k
Confronted by the very real possibility of a one on one encounter with a very fresh, very angry member of the Black Court, Kylie raised her hands in an effort to placate her adversary. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, Susan. I think there’s been a misunderstanding here. We weren’t gonna hurt her, I just wanted to get her out of the HEY!” Lily reached up and grabbed Sanders’s ankle, drawing the blonde’s attention from the Rainmaker for a heartbeat, maybe less. It was all Sue needed. Hopping forward she CRAAACKED Kylie with a Super Kick that sent the former World Champion slopping back on her heels to tumble through the top and middle ropes.
SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2f1jMwlEVk
Jasmine and Demetria joined her shortly thereafter, leaving the duo to scrape Kylie off the floor and retreat up the ramp while Burlingame stood between them and her youngest sister. “We’re gonna wreck your shyt for this, rich girl!” Washington promised as they made their exit. “We’re gonna show both of you crackers why no one f*cks with us!”
Sue walked to the edge of the ring, sat on the middle rope and pulled it down, gamely inviting either or all of them to join her once more. “Whenever you’re ready, new meat.” Burlingame called. “You or either of the other wash outs, can step in here and find out what happens to trash that messes with my family.”
Washington went to say something else, but Kylie put a limp hand on her shoulder. “Later.” she muttered. “We’ll do this later.”
Jaz growled, then nodded agreement. Following a final middle finger for Susan, she, Kylie and Demetria disappeared through the curtain, leaving the Ace to help Lily to her feet while the whole of the FAWN Arena cheered them on.
Craning their heads toward the entryway like folks trying to follow the path of a racing comet, the FAWNatics let loose a delighted roar when the lights went down. From within that swirling, anticipatory murk came a thumping drum and a matched set of snapping fingers, the two bits of percussion bouncing to and fro in a rat-a-tat riff. A keening guitar note joined the beat and a few seconds later the situation got brighter in no small part due to the tongue of flame that licked at the base of the ramp. As the note held steady, the fire set off on a beeline for the top of the ramp. The wick shrank in time with the arrival of more guitars and an Earth-shattering KA-BOOM of red pyro that almost swallowed the first verse of ’Comeback Kid’. From the center of this flash and flame a figure emerged, shooting up from the floor to land flawlessly before the capacity crowd.
LILY BURLINGAME:
Launching herself from that brand spankin‘ new crater, Lily Burlingame pumped a fist for the crowd, then pointed at the ring and flew down the ramp in a blur of black, red and white. For her last battle of 2016 and her first encounter with a true FAWN legend, she wore gleaming black bottoms accented by swirling galaxies of stars done in blue and white. Her top was halter-style sports bra done in an identical scheme, the blue and white seeming to shimmer and twirl with her every move. Kneepads were matching black and also sported the galaxy motif, white on the left and blue on the right. Her hair, free of the mask for more than a year now, was now tickling the tops of her shoulders in a sleek, but slightly messy bob.
While her opponent‘s change in attitude had taken some of the shine off a bout Lily had considered a bucket list match since the first time she stepped through the ropes, the former Lightweight Champion showed no hint of hesitation or disappointment as she tore down the ramp then leapt from the floor to the apron to the top rope in the span between heartbeats. Bouncing from it as casually as the terminally grounded stepped off the curb, Lily hooked a sharp turn to the left, hit the adjoining set of strands and went soaring into a gorgeous back flip that set her back in the center of the ring. Then she was off again, the Meteor Mite rounding on one heel to sprint to the far side of the squared circle. At the ropes in an instant, she caught the top and middle in both hands, leapt and twirled over the third strand in a Tiger Feint Kick that ’swicked’ through the air.
Back in the ring a heartbeat later, the youngest Burlingame sister strode to the middle of the ring, rose up on her toes and dropped to one knee, thumbing an invisible detonator as she did so. The fans responded with an appropriately thunderous ‘BOOOOOOOM!’ which left Lily grinning from ear to ear as she headed to her corner for the customary last second check of her pads and boots.
With the Roseate Rocket ready to lift off in the ring, the FAWNatics waited impatiently to put their lungs to the test jeering the once beloved and now despised Hawkeye as she returned to singles competition. The assembled were surprised when they don’t hear The Clash but Iggy and Charlie instead.
‘VANILLA CHILL IN DA HOUSE BYTCHES!’ in gold letters appeared on the FAWNTRON.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
‘Fancy’ blared over the speakers as the one and, thank god, only Pleasant Valley Punkass strode to the middle of the stage as if she owned the place.
KYLIE SANDERS:
JASMINE WASHINGTON:
DEMETRIA ANDREWS:
Kylie, with her ever present Louis Vuitton clutch in hand, wore a black one-piece, black leather belt around her midriff, black lace covering her shoulders and upper arms, the Iowan still going all in with LV. She finished things off with black boots and pads.
On either shoulder was Chill’s crew. The newly minted African-American dazzler Jasmine Washington on one side and the manager of both women, Demetria Andrews, on the other. The former FAWN grappler showed Sanders off like her most precious possession. Each Nubian beauty raised a wrist of the former fan favorite and boos instantly fell like from a cloudburst. Vanilla Chill smirked at the Orlando lowlifes and the three women headed down the ramp and aisle together, staring, pointing and talking shyt about the Crimson Comet.
Reaching the ring, Kylie Sanders daps both women, the Hawkeye sharing a beaming smile with her new compatriots. The elfin blonde turned a much sterner gaze to the multitudes heaping their disdain and tossing less than complimentary remarks at the turncoat and her new allies.
The platinum blonde stomped up the steps, leaving her manager and J-Dogg to huddle on the outside, Washington dressed in a tiny black hoodie, (black version of the following: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/Jasmine-clothing.jpg~original ), the grappler snapping her head back to clear the hood from her cranium and shoulder-length ebony locks. Beneath Jazzy wore camo boy-cut trunks ( s2.photobucket.com/user/biggerb/media/Jasmine-clothing%20below.jpg.html ) which accentuated her bootylicious backside.
Andrews charmed in a skin tight red cocktail dress and pumps, lips scarlet, hair a coppery hue.
As Sanders entered, the Announcer finally hit his cue.
“And her opponent, from da space where Da Man ain’t got no place…standing five feet four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds…Vanilla Chill…Kylie Sanders!”
Mid-ring, Ky, stick already in hand, waved at the crowd to shut the hell up. They only turned up the volume of their hatred, Lily clearly enjoying every decibel.
“Are you ready for Da Man’s missile to be blown da hell up?” Kylie shouted.
Demetria and Jasmine made it clear they’re prepared to see Burlingame humiliated by the FAWN legend. Few others shared their position.
Kylie focused her attention to Lily.
“Ain’t no Cherry but my sweet Black Cherry over dere, my J-Dogg.”
Kylie got gangsta’ with her new partner then turned back to the former Bomb.
“I’m giving ya five seconds to take this microphone, get your ass outta my ring, and start interviewing Noemie Devereuax up in Maine. I’m sure Bethany will fly you there…coach.”
Kylie moves to Lily, chesting the Girl From Outer Space.
“Starting now!”
Sanders dropped the mic, Lily caught it one handed, all the better to shove Lily back on her heels. “Get this cut rate VanBuren out of my face. Then ring the damned bell.” Ky snarled and started forward, but referee Craig Long intervened, getting an arm around the blonde’s waist to lead her back to the opposite corner for at least a few more seconds.
Lily was out of her corner with the clang of the bell, to the surprise of no one. That was saved for Kylie, who matched the younger Lightweight almost step for step, which was quite the departure from the VanBuren-esque waiting game she’d employed ever since her return. Careful to stay honed in on the blonde while never forgetting she had back-up at ringside, Burlingame made a couple quick, shrinking circuits around the veteran before she raised her hands and beckoned Sanders to do the same. Kylie obliged her with a smirk, so Lily dipped down and lunged into the first clench of the--CRAAACK!
The Pernicious Princess of Pleasant Valley flicked a hand through Burlingame’s defenses to turn her head with a Bytch Slap that staggered the former Lightweight Champion back a few steps. “I’ve been waiting to do that for a looooooong time!” Sanders snickered to everyone within the sound of her voice. “Even before I knew it was you under that stupid Cherry Bomb mask. The Court bias in your interviews was as disgusting as it was blatant.”
Burlingame worked her jaw a little, shrugging off the worst of the sting. “No bias in the interviews, Sanders. I just have amazing radar when it comes to disingenuous bytches. It always went CRAZY when you were around.”
Ky’s smile faded and her hazel eyes narrowed quite a bit. “There’s nothing disingenuous about me, cupcake. You’re gonna feel every bit of the beating I put on you tonight.”
Burlingame snorted and flicked a glance toward the blonde’s back-up. “That a fact, Princess? Guess that’s why you brought your off-brand Associates to help you out. You sure you wanna be the new Portia? Didn’t work out too well for the last girl and she was a lot better at it than--”
Sanders drew back for another scathing Slap, Lily raised a hand to intercept and the blonde darted in to catch her with a Side Headlock instead! Mashing Burlingame’s cheek into the swell of her left breast, Sanders grrrrrround her knotted fists against the brunette’s mouth and growled, “I’d be careful using that name around me, bytch. I might get angry. And when I get angry I’m likely to mangle your pretty little face.” She worked the Headlock a little harder as evidence of this phenomena.
Hardly a passive participant in this unpleasant punishment, Lily looped her arms around the Iowan’s waist, bore down and bulled her blonde toward the ropes. The look on Ky’s face told everyone she hadn’t expected that sort of power from the Interstellar Angel, but she adjusted on the fly and planted one leg like a kickstand to stop the brunette’s march.
“That all you got, kid?” Kylie kept right on grinding the Headlock, the brawny little fireplug looking to plant some serious cauliflower in her opponent’s ears. “For all that flippy shyt off the ropes you never learned how to break a HeadloWHOOOAAAH!”
Burlingame turned her Waistlock into a Bear Hug, dipped her knees and powered Kylie off her feet for a Backdrop Suplex. What could’ve been a very bad landing ended up right where it started as Sanders adjusted her grip in mid-flight and raaaaaaaked Burlingame across the eyes! Lily yelped and set the blonde down, so Kylie slammed a hip into her tummy and slung the other woman over onto her back while STILL working the Headlock!
“Get used to this grind, baby!” Sanders crowed as she poured on the pressure. “It’s gonna eat you up all night long! Unless you want to be a good little bytch and quit right GUUHHHHRRK!”
The Crimson Comet brought her legs up, laced them around Kylie’s neck and treated the veteran to a squeeze of her own! A single pulse on the Headscissors broke Kylie’s grasp and left her pounding an angry foot against the mat while Lily steadied out her breathing. “I think I’ll be fine, Ky.” Burlingame found a little smirk of her own as she put both hands against the mat and pushed her butt off the mat to apply that much more squeeze. “What about you? You’re looking a little flushed.” Sanders grunted but didn’t bother with words, rather she hooked her fingers into claws and raked them down the dense meat of the heiress’s encroaching thigh. “Knock off that catty shyt, honey.” Burlingame warned. “Unless you’re ready to deal with it yourself.”
Hardly one to be intimidated, especially not by a chick who flew under the radar by working a damned microphone, the wriggling blonde smacked her attacker’s leg, then worked her nails in even deeper. “What’s the matter, Lily? These tender little legs not ready for a challenge from a FAWN legNNGGGHH OW, BYTCH!”
Lily returned her tush to the mat, raised one hand high overhead and brought it down in a whistling overhead slap that CRAAAACKED Ky’s lycra-sheathed tummy. As a bonus, she crooked her hand into a reprisal claw and dug into the flat expanse, Burlingame clearly not shy about putting some holes in the blonde’s black one-piece. “That all you got, Ky? Been in FAWN since the dawn of time and you never learned how to fight off a Headscissors? No wonder you need back-up!”
Sanders smacked an angry heel against the canvas, then sent one hand spidering toward the junction of her foe’s thighs. Lily noted it at once and grabbed the Iowan’s wrist. “Bad idea, sweetheart.” the former Cherry Bomb reached down so that her other hand hovered ominously over Kylie’s crotch. “Or do you want some too?”
Kylie regarded her with angry, resentful eyes. After a moment she jerked her hand away and went back to prizing at Burlingame’s thigh. “Bytch.” she muttered.
Lily grinned and ruffled the blonde’s hair. “Back at you, baby. Ready to tap out yet?”
Sanders didn’t dignify that with an answer, especially since Demetria and Jasmine were already tossing all sorts of interesting verbs at the heiress. Since clawing her way out didn’t seem to be an option, Kylie braced her hands under the leg across her throat and puuuuuushed up. Simply powering out of a Scissors this snug wasn’t gonna happen, so Sanders created just enough space to twist around within the confines of the hold. Back to your opponent wasn’t a place many wrestlers wanted to be, but Sanders took the risk willingly, as it allowed her to get her hands and knees flat against the mat. Of course it meant the crown of her skull was now pressed against the canvas and the kink in her neck was far from pleasant, yet she endured the discomfort knowing what a pleasure it would be to teach this upstart brat a wrestling lesson.
After a moment to steady her breathing, Sanders leaned forward onto her head and hands and hopped her legs to the left side of Burlingame’s crushing stems. Then she hopped to the right. Then back to the left. And back and forth, back and forth, Kylie building up a damned good pace that’d ultimately lead to her popping right out of the “NNNNGGGGHHHH!” Lily, who’d used this particular tactic on more than one occasion, treated Ky to a bit of cattiness by catching hold of the blonde’s waistband when she was straight up n’ down in a perfect handstand. In that same instant she pushed her legs up, then pulled down and yanked on Sanders’s togs to TONK the crown of her skull against the mat in a miniature Piledriver!
Kylie jolted and flopped onto her side, both arms cradling her aching head as Burlingame finally broke the Scissors. Quick to her feet with Ky temporarily prone, Lily stomped on the Iowan’s tummy to stretch her out flat, then backed off a few steps and charged forward, all the better to hurl herself into the head-first, inside out front flip that made the Shooting Star Press so iconic. Even at this low flying height the Splash THWHUMPED Ky’s tummy hard enough to pop her legs skyward. Lily caught the nearest one and drew it close, forcing Sanders’s knee against her chest while Craig swooped in to count…
ONE…
TWO…
The erstwhile Pleasant Valley Princess threw a shoulder off the mat, but Lily only used the effort to draw the long-timer up with a grip on Kylie’s left wrist and shoulder. Sanders already looked frazzled under an early meteor shower from the former Cherry Bomb.
Burlingame sent Sanders off for the ride to the far ropes and waited for the Hawkeye to rebound. Her platinum blonde bob a beacon for both Lily and any fan in the back row, Ky returned in a sprint only to get a ‘Burlingame Boot’ sandwich, Lily plastering Sanders’ chin with a perfect Dropkick.
To her credit, Kylie scrambled to her feet, but Lily was already where Sanders hoped to beat her and Lily nailed the former FAWN favorite with another crisp Dropkick, this one to Ky’s chest.
Sanders was knocked flat again, but again hustles to her feet, determined to show her stamina. Unfortunately, Lily’s there to show her youth and aggression, sending a third in the series right between the hazel eyes of the FAWN original. Knocked to the canvas again, this time Kylie remained horizontal and in a starfish, half-dazed and half-exhausted, sucking in air by the lungful only a few minutes into the match.
To add insult to injury, Lily kipped to her feet and led the FAWNatics in a mocking rhythmic clap to ‘help’ Kylie find the strength to rise.
Outside the ring, Demetria turned to the assembled, telling the losers to shut their traps. While Jasmine leveled her steely gaze at the delighted Comet. J-Dogg ran a thumb across her throat and Burlingame responded by inviting Wash in. Jasmine started onto the apron before returning to the floor.
The distractions allowed Sanders to sit up but nothing more and Burlingame raced to send a kick to the mush of the teed-up face of the blonde. Kylie dropped to the canvas and Lily’s boot swept over her nose by no more than an inch. Her foe off balance after the swing-and-miss, Ky tripped up the Girl From Outer Space, bringing her to earth and rolling her up in a Small Package for…
ONE…
TWO…
Lily broke free with a second to spare. The brunette hurried to her feet, again beating Sanders to vertical. She leapt into another Dropkick, but this time Ky was able to sweep it aside and drop a knee into the navel of the Crimson Comet.
Groaning and swaddling her aching tummy, Lily remained mat-bound when Kylie rose and leapt over her foe. The newly christened Vanilla Chill landed in a sweet, ivory-skinned Senton across the midriff of the Bomb, the bite-sized Burlingame jackknifing around the impact before fading to the canvas, bug-eyed.
Sanders rolled off her rival and pushed Lily to her chest. Grabbing, the dark mane of the Comet, Ky forced Lily’s face into the abrasive canvas and RUBBED her features into the mat, roughly forcing Burlingame’s face from side to side, the former Bomb yelping at the mat burn accumulating on her mug.
A count of ‘FOUR’ from the ref brought Kylie’s foreplay to an end and Sanders climbed to her feet, perfect pearlies clenched in a growl.
“Just like a rocket,” Kylie panted. “All your fuel spent in an instant.”
Sanders grabbed Lily by her mane and pulled FAWN’s former and longest reigning Lightweight champ to her feet.
“Let’s see if I can’t give you a booster,” Ky snarked, whipping Burlingame to the ropes. Providing a missile a launch was problematic and Demetria seemed to know Kylie’s in trouble doing it even if the stubborn Hawkeye didn‘t.
Burlingame hit the ropes for a u-turn and flew back at a charging Kylie, but before Lily could make Ky’s decision a bad one, Sanders hit her knees and slid in with a gut punch to Burlingame’s breadbasket that doubled Lily over with a guttural groan.
Kylie popped to her feet even before she skidded to a stop and doubled back to the frozen Comet. Grabbing Lily’s trunks at the back waistline, she YANKED the spandex up as far as they were engineered to go, sending a wincing, yipping Lily to her tiptoes from the atomic wedgie.
“You grab my trunks,” Kylie managed still huffing to keep up with the Roseate Rocket. “Quid pro quo.”
Sanders spun Lily to face her and deposited a Toe Kick DEEP into Burlingame’s belly, bending Lily at her abused, splotchy tummy. Grabbing Susan’s sister by her dark locks, Kylie got as much height as she could manage, hopping into the air and sitting out, legs extended. Lily’s features were PLANTED into the deck with a Sit-Out Facebuster that rattled the ring.
SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sll-3Pm7RqM
The force of the collision bounced Burlingame onto her back, still between the Iowan’s lower limbs. Kylie dropped her abbreviated stems over Lily’s shoulders while reaching laced, cupped hands under Burlingame’s chin and pulling toward her to keep Lily down for the…
ONE…
TWO,,,
THRNOOO…
The brunette kicked her way free, leaning to her side, looking like a rocket in need of a refuel.
From the outside, Demetria slammed the canvas in quick succession three times, complaining about the zebra being a part of Da Man’s crew. Inside, Kylie burned a hole through the official rather than waste breath berating him. As Ky made her loud vociferous case, J-Dogg slid into the ring, grabbed Lily by the wrists and pulled her halfway out, lining Burlingame’s throat with the edge of the apron.
Washington backpedaled several steps and raced forward, leaping toward the precariously perched Crimson Comet and delivered a ruthless Elbow Drop to her exposed throat. The impact, appearing a guillotine, sent Lily’s upper-half down and her legs up like a teeter-totter. The bottom rope caught Burlingame’s shins before a boot from Jasmine sent Lily sliding out the rest of the way to the floor.
The Roseate Rocket’s splashdown to the thinly-padded cement was the cue for Jasmine to head around the corner to avoid being blamed by Da Man. Vanilla Chill ended her debate with Da Man’s rep in the ring and seemed confused as to where Lily’s disappeared. She asked the official who only shrugged in return.
Kylie’s manager and partner tried to be helpful but it took the rise of a groaning, aching Lily for the ref to finally eyeball Kylie’s foe. The man cast an accusing eye toward Demetria and Jasmine and they both busted out their “don’t you even’ looks.
Having no evidence in his possession, the official started his count belatedly and Lily slid in at TWO, only for Kylie to collect her by the head and pull her up from the canvas. The platinum blonde dipped her head between Lily’s thighs, Ky’s arms wrapping around the slender, sinewy thighs of Burlingame.
Sanders, not known for her abundance of strength, had enough to lift the lightweight perpendicular to her shoulders and drop to her less-than-LaKeisha-like backside, delivering Lily to a CRASHING collision with the canvas via the Iowa Waterwheel.
IOWA WATERWHEEL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L78bbjcEtWw
The crowd groaned for Lily as she ended face down in a heap behind the seated and satisfied Kylie. As Jasmine talked up her partner to anyone who’ll listen in the first few rows, Vanilla Chill certainly seemed to have cooled off the Rocket in a BIG way.
Kylie dusted off her hands and turned to all fours to push what’s left of the bite-sized Burlingame to her back. She mounts in a Crossbody, hooking a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lily shot a hand into the air and even had the temerity to waggle a finger ‘no, no, no’, a blatant, albeit nonverbal, show of disrespect as far as the veteran was concerned. “Oh, you’re not ready to go to bed yet, little girl?” Ky growled as she filled her hands with the other lightweight’s dark locks. “Then I guess that means you’re tuff enough to see how the grown ups wrestle.”
Burlingame answered with a few punches to Sanders’s tummy, but she was too dazed from her ride on the Waterwheel for them to be very effective and the blonde paid ‘em no mind at all. Dragging her prey up alongside, Sanders pounded a Kneelift into opposing tummy, then transitioned into a Side Headlock for easier (and unquestionably legal) travel to the set of strands that faced the hard camera. Another Kneelift kept the former Lightweight Champion nice and pliable as the Pleasant Valley Dictator shoveled Lily’s upper body between the top and middle rope and laid claim to her biceps. Hooking the brunette’s arms back over the top rope, Kylie cupped her left hand over Lily’s chin and wrenched her head back to force blistering eye contact with those at home.
“To all of you idiots who think this little twerp is the future,” Sanders ruffled Burlingame’s hair and smacked her cheek, clearly relishing the control, “I’m here to show you how wrong you are.”
“How wrong ARE they, Chilly?” Jasmine asked in a perfect infomercial plant voice.
“Gee Jasmine, I’m glad you asked! This piece of crap right here? She’s not the future because she barely has a present!”
Kylie punctuated her statement by pulling back on the makeshift Chinlock and thwhack-thwhack-THWHACKING a half dozen rough Forearm Smashes into the small of her opponent’s defenseless back. Cramming in a full dozen before the zebra even started his count, Sanders finished off her punishment by switching over to a double fistful of hair and leaning back to the limits of balance, a shift that tortured Burlingame’s scalp while simultaneously bending the back of her neck against the rubber-coated steel! ‘FOUR!’ brought the Interstellar Angel some measure of relief, alas not enough to power an extraction from the ropes before Kylie lent a hand to the effort.
“Watch her hair, Ky.” Craig warned when it looked like the veteran was about to subject the younger woman to another round of scalp stress tests. “You know better than that.”
“Duh.” Sanders scoffed. “But pulling this rat’s nest apart is just so much fun!” She switched over to a Wristlock and jerked Lily into a short Shoulderblock between the tits to keep her stunned. “Thankfully, there’s a million other ways to hurt a brat and they’re all just as delightful.”
Pivoting them both so they were pointed toward a corner on the far side of the squared circle, Sanders stepped in, then pulled back and tossed Lily so hard she went down flat on her tummy. No such luck for the heiress, however. The combination of her own speed and Kylie’s thoughtful booster rocket meant Burlingame didn’t get a chance to so much as turn around, let alone slow down before she BWUUUNGED chest-first into the top turnbuckle. Already short of breath before impact, the Crimson Comet lost what little oxygen she had left and would’ve dropped to her knees if she hadn’t draped both arms over the top rope. A valiant display to be sure, yet one that left her woefully exposed, as Sanders pointed out when she charged in, hopped and THWHAPPED the whole of her hundred and twenty-plus pounds against the brunette’s back in an Avalanche Splash.
Cinching on the Waistlock as soon as her feet touched the mat, Ky leaned in and murmured, “You’re finished, honey.” Then she backed out of the buckles at full speed, dropped into a squat and somersaulted backward to take Lily over and down with an O’Connor Roll. What started off as merely good mat work turned downright stellar when Sanders got back to her feet and immediately peeled off a bridge that THWHUMPED Lily down flush on the back of her head and shoulders! On the outside, Jasmine smacked the apron in both hands and shouted, “OVER AND DONE!” in time with Long’s count of…
OVER & DONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lzAWQaZuTyE
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Little known fact, Lily Burlingame was a notoriously bad listener, that’s probably why she twisted loose of the Waistlock a heartbeat shy of ‘THREE!’ Set down on her knees beside the reeling wrestler, Kylie ran a hand through her bob and flicked a dismissive mist of sweat over the heiress’s back. “Great, I happened to get the sister with the Burlingame toughness, but none of the charisma, brains or skill. No wonder Sue’s the only one of you that’s worth a damn.” Lily grunted, reached in the direction of Sanders’s voice and took a fist to the back of her hand for the effort. “I think it’s clear I can finish you off whenever I please.” Kylie noted as she helped the smaller wrestler to her feet courtesy a double handful of shoulder straps. “And I’m sure I’ll do so very soon, but first I’m going to embarrass you a little… ok, that was a lie. I’m going to embarrass you a lot.”
The domination rolled on with a hard Bytch Slap to the face and a Kneelift that hit *just* above the line of her opponent’s briefs. With Lily doubled over in agony, Ky straightened her up, then worked an arm through her legs and hoisted the brunette onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. The FAWNatics gasped in anticipation of a Pleasant Valley Driver, but as the blonde had said, she was out to humiliate rather than hurt, so instead of planting Lily’s head she began to twist in a circle. Slowly at first, then faster and faster until both women were little more than a blur of mot-- Burlingame’s legs sailed out of her opponent’s grasp, sending her whirling around in front of THWHUNK! Caught in the propeller of her own Airplane Spin, Ky found her noggin snagged in a Front Facelock a split second before Lily and gravity yanked the surprised lovely down into a THWHONKING DDT!
Sanders landed like a lawn dart, the former World Champ almost straight up and down for a heartbeat or two before her nerves caught up with her reeling brain. Beside her, Lily reared back on her haunches, shook her head emphatically, then bowled Kylie onto her back so she could hook the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
The PVP pulled free and rolled onto her stomach. Perhaps more importantly, she pushed onto her elbows and started crawling toward Jasmine and Demetria. Eyes flaring as she remembered the cheap shot Washington landed earlier, Burlingame grabbed Sanders by the ankles, popped to her feet and quickly dragged the black-clad blonde all the way back to start. “You wanna rescue her, Jaz?” Lily kept attention on Sanders even as she called out her second. “You’re gonna have to do it where I can actually see you. Good luck, ya gutless little troll!”
J-Dogg fired off a series of expletives that Lily ignored in favor of crossing Ky’s ankles in a taut ‘X’. Once she’d braced a leg against the folded joints she dropped to one knee and pounded a few stiff Hammer Punches into the small of the Iowan’s back. Kylie yelped, started to raise her head, then realized she was getting suckered. Too late, Burlingame crooked her right arm around Sanders’s neck, clasped her hands together and CRAAAAAAAAANKED back to bend the blonde’s spine at an ungodly angle.
CROSS-LEG STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yq3JaVMY93M
It was far from the most complicated version of the STF, but the simplicity didn’t stop the crowd from immediately demanding that their traitorous heroine ‘TAP, TAP, TAP!’ while Andrews and Washington did their best to convince Vanilla Chill not to capitulate to this sawed off member of the Man’s Army.
Sanders looked a long way from chill, yelping in agony from Burlingame’s submission.
“Your old creaky bones are sure to snap soon,” Lily prodded as she pulled back even further.
“Awwww GAHHHHD!” Ky screamed.
Her fingers clenched into the canvas, trying to pull herself forward, but her immobilized legs and her wildly curved spine made it an impossibility to reach the cables. The Hawkeye bit her quivering lower lip.
“Noooo,” Sanders sobbed to unsympathetic faces.
The refusal convinced the Roseate Rocket there’s another better, perhaps easier, and more ‘pleasant’ way to finish off FAWN’s Benedict Arnold. Lily unknotted her STF and lett Kylie’s backbone settle to a more natural position, Sanders sighing deeply. The FAWN original slunk toward the ropes, slithering along the canvas, her aching spinal column not allowing her to rise to all fours and crawl there.
A hovering Burlingame couldn’t help herself in dropping a knee into the base of Kylie’s spine. The Iowan arches her vertebrae in agony, cursing the Burlingame name, both the version in the ring and her infamous sinister sister.
The former Cherry Bomb popped to her feet after genuflecting across Kylie and instantly headed into low-earth orbit, leaping into the air above the platinum blonde and spinning through a back flip in the blink of an eye, CRASHING across Kylie with a Standing Shooting Star Press.
Lily shoveled a trampled Ky to her back and coats her with a Crossbody for…
ONE…
TWO…
Sanders kicked her way out from under, flopping to her side, the crowd groaning in disappointment, J-Dogg and Andrews, Hot & Bothered’s manager, looking ready to tear their hair out.
For her part, Lily didn’t mind that her pin attempt came up short. She grabbed a wrist of the battered blonde and pulled her up. Burlingame shivered a few forearms into Kylie’s jaw, snapping Sanders’ head back one, two and three times until Vanilla Chill was pushed deep into the cables, hazel eyes vacant, her head bobbing.
The Crimson Comet grabbed a wrist and whipped Sanders to the opposite strands, an out-of-control Kylie barreling into them and rebounding in a 180. Burlingame was ready to show her rockets, racing to the bug-eyed blonde and leaping with legs extended. Lily’s abbreviated stems clamped tight around the Hawkeye’s temples and she RIPPED the windblown veteran off her feet in a front flip, the brunette’s Flying Head Scissors sending Ky skidding across the canvas.
FLYING HEAD SCISSORS @ 00:12
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcXbWKt60kc
A dumbfounded Kylie managed to use the momentum to wobble back up to vertical, turning and leaning her back deep into a neutral corner. Lily headed for the opposite, raising a hand high to heighten the volume of the crowd.
Outside, Jasmine scurried around the corner to help her partner evacuate and the race was on. It’s no contest as the Crimson Comet burned bright and delivered a diminutive but powerful Avalanche to the succumbing Sanders.
Burlingame pressed tight to the dismantled Kylie, unwilling to let her out of the ropes despite Washington’s and the ref’s demands. Instead, Lily dipped, scooped and placed a blasted Ky in a seat atop the uppermost buckle. The brunette hopped to the middle ropes and forced Kylie to stand. Together, they traveled to the top and after a forearm to the jaw nearly sent Sanders flying from the perch, Lily muscled up her foe and drew the jellied platinum blonde across her chest.
Demetria complained bitterly that Da Man wouldn’t let Chill do what the heiress had planned. The FAWNatics didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, indeed they went batshyt as the woman that stabbed her entire Corps in the back is about to meet her end.
The Girl from Outer Space lived up to her moniker and then some, backflipping from the heights, bringing Kylie with her and PLANTING the former Pleasant Valley Princess nearly THROUGH the deck with a Moonsault Fallaway Slam, one of the Comet’s signatures.
MOONSAULT FALL-AWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-KID-zfOD0
Lily bounced off the demolished Kylie, ending on her haunches and hugging her tummy for a moment or two, before diving back on the lifeless Sanders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
The stubborn streak that made Kylie’s early career, when lovable loser and the Hawkeye were synonymous, showed itself. Both the FAWNatics and the crowd were beside themselves as Sanders, on her own, somehow survived.
But for how long was the question and J-Dogg rose to the apron to help provide the proper answer; one even Da Man couldn’t refuse. Badgering the official relentlessly as Lily pulls a ragdolled Kylie to her feet, Jasmine let the official know she could see right through his favoritism.
The zebra wasn’t particularly concerned with Washington’s opinion, only that she remove herself from the apron. Burlingame however proved quite happy to kend a helping hand. She lett Vanilla Chill melt to the canvas and raced toward the barking J-Dogg.
Lily grabbed a shoulder of the official and shoved him clear. With Jasmine still jawing nose to nose with her, Burlingame leapt into an Enzugiri headed for Jasmine’s temple, but Washington blocksedthe blow with a raised forearm and snagged Lily’s lithe leg at the ankle.
Before Burlingame fully knew what happened, Jasmine dropped to the floor and viciously SPLITS LILY’S WICKETS, sending the rubber-coated steel of the top rope deep into the Comet’s crotch. The former Cherry Bomb was blown up but good, her jaw slack and open wide, eyes watering.
A rising Kylie, shaking her senses back into place as best she could, staggered to her foe and grabbed the cable, bouncing it up and down with all the energy she could muster, forcing the yipping Lily into the ride of her life, many in the crowd cringing right along with the anguished Burlingame.
In a move the more charitable might call mercy, a bedraggled Kylie shoved Lily off her mount. Burlingame tumbled to the outside, pooling on the floor next to an unleashed J-Dogg after cracking a shoulder across the apron on the way down.
While Sanders had no qualms about loosing her new friend on that bouncy piece of crap, she sure as shyt didn’t want Long disqualifying her because Jasmine was caught up in the savage joy of punishing hapless prey. To that end the PVP put a hand to the small of her back, sobbed aloud and staggered away to center ring just as the official was about to start his count. Understandably worried about all the damage the blonde’s vertebrae had endured in the last few minutes, Craig focused his efforts on Kylie even as the FAWNatics tried to warn him of the looming menace outside.
No such luck for him or Lily for that matter, the former Lightweight champ was still down and clutching her throbbing shoulder when Washington grabbed her by the ankles and stretched her legs into a wide ‘V’. “That looks like it burns, cupcake.” she sneered. “Here, lemme ice it down for you.”
Burlingame tried to wrench free of the other woman’s clutches, all to no avail. “Don’t even think about it JasMMNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!”
Washington hopped up and came down with her right heel THUMPING Lily’s defenseless crotch! Jasmine went down on one knee upon impact and stuffed a hand over the heiress’s mouth to make sure the shriek didn’t catch Long’s attention. The ever increasing disgust from the crowd confirmed that Kylie’s ruse was still working, so Washington peeled her victim off the mat and motioned for Demetria to beat feet in their direction.
“What you got in mind, Jaz?” Andrews asked, the veteran careful to keep an eye on the farce unfolding in the ring.
“Think it’s time we showed all these idiots that this Bomb is a dud, don’t you, Dee?”
“Cracker Jacker?”
“Read my mind.”
Plan in place, Washington reeled Lily into a Front Facelock and hooked her up for a Front Facelock. Then she muscled the other lightweight up to about three o’clock, more than enough for Lily’s boots to land on Demetria’s shoulders. The front row fans (and most everyone else for that matter) tried to draw Craig’s attention to the double team, but Sanders was selling the HELL out of her back and that meant Burlingame was alone with the tender ministrations of Hot & Bothered. Hands braced snug against Lily’s shins, Andrews dipped her knees and pushed up just as Jasmine yanked on the Front Facelock. Their combined efforts sent Lily soaring up to a few minutes after midnight, just the right time for Washington to drop to her back and THWHUNK the crown of Burlingame’s skull against the thinly-padded floor with a viciously elevated Implant DDT!
Crushed into semi-consciousness by the Cracker Jacker, the Interstellar Angel puddled out flat on her face, chest and belly and would’ve stayed there for lord knew how long if Jasmine hadn’t pulled her up by togs and tresses.
“Get gone.” Washington told Andrews. “You were never here.”
Demetria didn’t have to be told twice, she was already around the corner by the time Jasmine stuffed their mark halfway under the bottom rope. “Get your ass movin’, skank.” the wicked newcomer demanded even as she delivered a savage pinch to the brunette’s left cheek. Lily yelped, grabbed the bottom rope in one hand and started to pull herself under the bottom rope on sheer instinct.
Back in the ring, Kylie caught a nod from Demetria in her peripheral vision and within several seconds the formerly mewling Iowan experienced a miraculous recovery. Thanking Long with a sincerity that sounded almost genuine, Sanders clambered back to her feet and limped over to Lily, who was still on all fours. “Ya tried hard, kid.” Ky smirked as she filled her hands with Lily’s hair. “But you’re just not on my level. And you probably never will be.”
Treating herself to the same Front Facelock Jasmine had enjoyed, Sanders pulled Burlingame to her feet, slung the near arm across her shoulders and snagged a handful of waistband. With Lily trussed and ready to go, Kylie looked out into the teeming masses of the FAWN arena and blew them all a condescending kiss. “Avert your eyes, asshats. The Princess is about to do her thing.” A thunderous wave of boos in response, the force of which made Sanders smile as she bent her knees and hoisted Burlingame directly over-”NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Lily nearly crunched herself in half to deliver one, two, three stiff Kneestrikes to the crown of her opponent’s skull! Groaning in disgust as her knees and her back betrayed her, Kylie dropped Lily back to start, where the Crimson Comet tore free at once. Infuriated by the interference, Burlingame grabbed the nape of Sanders’s neck in one hand and delivered a straight jab to the mouth with the other. Nodding in satisfaction as the blonde’s lips mashed against her teeth, Lily asked, “What the hell happened to you, Kylie? You used to be someone I respNNNNGGGGHHAAAAAAHHHHH!”
Sanders slammed a piledriver of a knee between the younger woman’s thighs, then scooped her up in a Fireman’s Carry. No taunting or posturing this time around, Sanders pushed onto tiptoes and dropped down onto her left hip, all the better to THWHUNK the back of Lily’s skull into the unforgiving mat. Bearing down on Burlingame’s right leg after impact, Sanders kept her opponent folded up in rough back-press while the referee slapped the mat…
PLEASANT VALLEY DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7KbJMjwGuM
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Ky tossed the brunette’s leg away and flipped off the crowd while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… KYLIE SANDERS!”
Shrugging off Long’s efforts to help her stand, Sanders got up and offered her wrists to Jasmine and Demetria, who’d entered the ring as soon as the bell sounded. “Get this idiot out of here.” she snapped at her partners. “We’ve still got work to do.”
Always happy to dispose of another member of the Man’s Army, Andrews pumped a sucker punch into Craig’s gut, then grabbed him by collar and belt and tossed him through the ropes. In the meantime, Washington prized Burlingame off the mat and trapped her in a Full Nelson, giving Ky free rein to tee off on her tummy, tits and cheeks with a spiteful barrage of punches, slaps and swats. After working through the worst of her fury, Sanders buried a hand in Lily’s hair and cranked her head backward.
“You want to know what happened to me, rich girl? That’s easy. I finally, FINALLY saw the light. After all these years, I’m finally doing things my way and that should scare the hell out of FAWN. But that pales in comparison to the question you SHOULD be asking.”
Jasmine drove a Kneelift into Lily’s bum and cooed in her ear. “What’s that, Chilly?”
“What happened to you, Lily? The answer, a very long stay in the hosp--”
Kylie’s theme was interrupted by a harsh burst of static followed by nothing but smooth silence. Irritated by the interruption, Hot & Bothered turned their attention to the stage, then to each other. Demetria spoke first. “What the hell’s that all about?” The sound system roared to life with the signature low-fi noise pop whine of the Sleigh Bells, not Comeback Kid, but Crown on the Ground.
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPoIznBujEA
Apparently the Ace has seen enough.
The FAWNatics went wild as Jasmine tossed Lily down and crowded the ropes, Washington taking point on the dangerous triangle H&B meant to jam right through big sister’s rescue attempt. “COME ON THEN, BYTCH!” J-Dogg screamed at the as of yet empty stage. “GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE FOR SOME OF THE SAME WE GAVE YOUR BYTCH-ASS SIS--”
SUE BURLINGAME:
A scream from the capacity crowd spun all three around just in time to watch Susannah Burlingame leap from the top rope with a springboard that took her up into the lights. They lost her in the glare for just a moment and then she was in the thick of it, Sue THWHACKING Andrews across the jaw with a pinpoint Forearm Smash. Demetria went down flat and Sue did too, only the heiress kipped up immediately thereafter and her target most certainly did not.
SPRINGBOARD FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJinLsOSJrw
Apoplectic about the interference, Jasmine shrugged past Kylie’s protective hand and pointed a damning finger at the former World Champion. “You don’t know what you just got yourself into, money ba--” THWHACK! Sue stepped forward, spun on her left foot and hopped off to catch Washington in the temple with a Gammengiri that dropped the tenacious tyro on the spot.
SPINNING GAMMENGIRI @ 1:12
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9nwQ6e04W7k
Confronted by the very real possibility of a one on one encounter with a very fresh, very angry member of the Black Court, Kylie raised her hands in an effort to placate her adversary. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, Susan. I think there’s been a misunderstanding here. We weren’t gonna hurt her, I just wanted to get her out of the HEY!” Lily reached up and grabbed Sanders’s ankle, drawing the blonde’s attention from the Rainmaker for a heartbeat, maybe less. It was all Sue needed. Hopping forward she CRAAACKED Kylie with a Super Kick that sent the former World Champion slopping back on her heels to tumble through the top and middle ropes.
SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2f1jMwlEVk
Jasmine and Demetria joined her shortly thereafter, leaving the duo to scrape Kylie off the floor and retreat up the ramp while Burlingame stood between them and her youngest sister. “We’re gonna wreck your shyt for this, rich girl!” Washington promised as they made their exit. “We’re gonna show both of you crackers why no one f*cks with us!”
Sue walked to the edge of the ring, sat on the middle rope and pulled it down, gamely inviting either or all of them to join her once more. “Whenever you’re ready, new meat.” Burlingame called. “You or either of the other wash outs, can step in here and find out what happens to trash that messes with my family.”
Washington went to say something else, but Kylie put a limp hand on her shoulder. “Later.” she muttered. “We’ll do this later.”
Jaz growled, then nodded agreement. Following a final middle finger for Susan, she, Kylie and Demetria disappeared through the curtain, leaving the Ace to help Lily to her feet while the whole of the FAWN Arena cheered them on.