Post by bigfan on Apr 5, 2017 15:08:56 GMT
The crowd remained on the edge of their seats, all eyes turning to upper stage, ears perked for the first sign of who would be joining them and whether it would be friend or foe.
When ‘Fancy’ by Iggy Azalea and Charli XCX pumped through the arena, the crowd reacted to more than a foe, but to the biggest traitor the organization had ever produced.
FANCY:
Quickly behind the first chords, the Pleasant Valley Pariah glided effortlessly into view, beaming, seemingly enjoying the jeers and catcalls.
KYLIE SANDERS:
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. She finished things with black boots and pads.
DEMETRIA ANDREWS:
Next to her, the African-American beauty Jasmine Washington emerged, the team’s manager Demetria Andrews close behind. The former FAWN grappler showed Washington off like her most precious possession then did the same to Kylie when all three met center stage, Andrews behind her bytches. She gave a hug around the outside shoulder of each and they moved forward in a united front, H&B against the world.
JASMINE WASHINGTON:
J-Dogg flashes signs and shook dat ass as she worked her way down the ramp.
Dressed in a tiny black hoodie, the rookie snapped her head back to clear the hood and her shoulder-length ebony locks behind. She waggled her way down the aisle as if she owned the place, her face only turning sour when shying away from the extended hands of the crowd.
Beneath the woman wears camo boy-cut trunks which accentuate her bootylicious backside. Below were black pads and boots.
HOT & BOTHERED GEAR:
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Reaching the ring, Wash hopped to the apron and swished her rump from side to side before swinging a leg through. Jasmine sat on the middle cable and pushed the top up for her partner. Instead of moving all the way through, Kylie joins J-Dogg with a seat on the second strand. A grinning Demetria, pleased at Ky’s deference, moved through and took center stage, the new teammates following closely behind. Demetria pulled a microphone to her lips
Y’all ain’t gonna lie now. Tell me how the Burlingames felt the Chill. Tell me how they felt the bite of the J…D…O…Double-G,” Demetria pronounced “And you just know Da Man is gonna feel us slap his face again tonight when we beat his lame ass deputies.”
he crowd let their disapproval bounce off the walls of the arena, the noise reaching ear-pounding decibels.
“Shut your holes while I introduce you to the women who are gonna prove once and for all, you don’t blame da playas, you blame da Burlingames.”
The FAWNatics tried to drown out Demetria and, while they came close, she continued.
“First, straight outta Hotlanta G-A. She’s five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. It’s da badass from Bad Street, Jasmine Washington! And from da crib. Da corn crib. She’s five feet four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds, the coolest platinum you ain’t eva gonna touch, Vanilla Chill, Kylie Sanders. Believe me, they are Hot & Bothered.”
The crowd doubled its enmity and volume as Demetria held up each near arm of Jasmine and Kylie, showing them off to the sound of rancorous jeers. She released and Sanders and Washington turned toward each other, swallowing their respective partner up in a loving embrace.
“Now. Burlingames,” Demetria continued. “Get yo skanky asses down here and take the final and biggest whuppin you two will eva experience!”
Andrews dropped the stick and led H&B to their corner, Demetria stepping through and dropping to the floor when the trio reached their destination. Kylie and Jasmine remained inside, in close conversation, occasionally averting their eyes to the upper stage.
“And introducing their opponents, hailing from Stovington Vermont and weighing in at a combined two hundred and forty pounds, please welcome LILY AND SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
The speakers cut loose with the electronic scream of ’Crown on the Ground’ and the Heartbroken crowd answered with even more enthusiasm than was their wont, as this was the first time the Ace and the Star Strider had ever shared the squared circle. It got that much louder when first Sue and then Lily strode into view, the latter quickly dipping in front of the former to thumb an invisible detonator even as big sis stretched her arms in a wide ‘T’. The resulting ‘BOOM!’ of zappy blue pyro bathed the siblings in a cascade of sparks, not that either of them so much as twitched, what with their attention locked on Hot & Bothered. In what was either a show of sisterly camaraderie or a sly inside joke, Susan wore the very first Cherry Bomb tee produced by the FAWN shop, whereas Lily sported the original ‘Bankable Bombshell’ shirt produced for Sue’s WOLF run.
LILY BURLINGAME:
SUE BURLINGAME:
As pleased as ever by the roar of applause, Susan swatted Lily on the shoulder and asked, “Ready, sis?”
The Interstellar Angel raised her knuckles for a suitable bump. “Let’s go kick some pixie ass.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
Thusly cleared for action, the eldest Burlingame grabbed the bottom edge of her tee shirt in both hands and peeled it off in a single well practiced movement. Lily did the same a heartbeat later, revealing a subtle but noticeable change to her attire, presumably to reflect this partnership with the Rainmaker. Whereas Sue wore her standard dark blue two piece with gold trim and matching boots and pads, Lily had eschewed all traces of her preferred red scheme in favor of primarily blue and black, though there were still sworls of white in the galaxies painted on her top and bottoms.
Lily and Susan didn’t exchange a word or even a glance, they simply broke into an explosive sprint that took them from the stage to the ring in record time. Moving with a synchronicity the envy of teams that’d tagged for a decade, the Burlingames dove under the bottom rope, popped up and immediately split off to opposite sides of the ring. Stereo leaps to the top rope lead to identical back flips that brought the pair down back to back within six inches of one another. Kylie and Jasmine weren’t impressed but they were probably the only ones, as the rest of the FAWN arena broke into another raucous ovation that was still going strong as the sisters headed to their corner for final instructions.
Kylie, who’d run her mouth constantly since the sisters first slipped through the ropes (from a strategic position just behind Craig’s left shoulder, of course) kicked her game up a few more notches when the bell sounded and neither Susan or Lily had come forth from their corner. “What’s the matter, punk?” Sanders taunted, her barb aimed in the direction of the former Lightweight Champion. “Need big sister to lie and tell you everything’s gonna be fine before she sends you out here for another ass kicking?”
The youngest Burlingame snarled, stepped forward, paused when Sue laid a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t let the realtor haircut fool ya, Lily.” the Rainmaker delivered her advice with the faintest of smiles. “Sanders is legit.”
Lily nodded curtly, acknowledging the point without actually agreeing. “So’s the beating I’m handing out tonight. Don’t worry Suze, I’ll save you a piece.” Thus returning her attention to the Iowan, Burlingame strode across the canvas, her hands already curving into sleek claws.
Kylie saw this, smirked, then raised her hands in response. A subtle roll in her shoulders predicted a clench in the immediate future so Lily made identical preparations, yet it all proved to be a feint as Sanders took a giant step back after a half step forward. “Hold on there short-stuff, no need to rush just yet.” Kylie’s tone was serious but her hazel eyes gleamed wickedly. “Everyone in this arena knows I could toss you around this ring like a feather pillow, so maybe you could compete with leverage on your side?” Still smirking, Sanders raised her left hand overhead and snapped her fingers, daring the brunette to meet her in a Test of Strength. “How about it, speedy? Got the guts to take me on when you can’t run away whenever you want?”
Lily didn’t take her eyes off the veteran. “I’m not the one who needed a pair of bargain basement Bootyshock wannabe’s to save my ass when I was losing.”
Sanders snorted, rolled her eyes. “Tell yourself whatever you want, kid. They just sped up the inevitable. Now do you accept my challenge or noNNNNGGGGHHH!”
The Crimson Comet reached for Kylie’s outstretched hand, then dropped into a low spin and flicked out a leg to catch her foe across the shins! Expecting duplicity from big sister and not the runt, Sanders went down flat on her face and THUMPED her forehead hard against the canvas!
“Cheap bytch!” Ky snarled as she scrambled to verticality. “You’re gonna regret WHOOOAAH!”
The relative lack of distance between them didn’t stop Lily from building up a tremendous head of steam in the heartbeat before she took to the skies and ‘smecked’ her legs shut around Kylie’s noggin. A quick twist ‘n’ torque flipped the Hated Hawkeye from her feet to her back, though the extra momentum meant she rolled through and stumbled to her feet immediately thereafter.
RUNNING 'RANA:
“Time out. Time out!” Kylie drilled her fingertips into the center of her palm over and over, as if gesture and words alone would be enough to pause the match. “Back her off, Long, the little mutant jumped me before I was NNNGGGHH!”
In no mood for a methodical approach after the blonde stole their first encounter, Lily charged at top speed, caught a double handful of hair and took to the skies. Drawing her knees against her chest even as she continued to ascend, the Interstellar Angel tucked the crown of her skull beneath Sanders’s chin to ensure the blonde’s jaw was well and truly jacked when the little brunette landed on her butt. Momentarily stuffed by a mouthful of Cherry Gobstopper, Ky bounced up on her heels, reeled a little bit and crumpled to a seat, much to the delight of the FAWNatics.
CHERRY GOBSTOPPER:
Feeling much the same, Lily hurried up and closed on the blonde only to call it off when Sanders butt-scooted her way to the Hot & Bothered side of town. “Yeah, go ahead and beg off.” she muttered to the retreating legend. “I’ve got a few issues to work out with your sidekick anyway.”
Jasmine looked up, dark eyes narrowing. “What’d you call me, skank?”
Lily ran a hand through her hair. “Sidekick. Perhaps you’d prefer hench bitch? Whatever you prefer, you’d probably be able to hear if you actually got your gutless ass in this ring.”
Washington slapped Kylie’s beseeching palm, then hopped over the top rope onto the battlefield without taking her eyes from the Star Strider. Much more open to direct confrontation than her partner, J-Dogg walked up to Lily and tried to keep right on goin’. “Call me a sidekick one more time, asshole.” Washington sneered. “Go ahead, I dare you. See what happens.”
Lily stepped to her just as forcefully, the pair of Lightweights earning Destroyer class cheers as they ran each other down. “Is that supposed to be a threat, Jazz? Because I don’t think you’ve actually got the stones to throw a punch when I’m staring you down, you’d rather wait until my back was turned, isn’t that right? Guess that’s why Kylie glommed onto you and Andrews, it’s a great trait in a henchNNNNGGHHHH!”
Jasmine raised a hand, pressed it against Lily’s cheek and pie-faced her hard enough to bloody the brunette’s lower lip. “How ‘bout that, bytch?” Washington taunted directly into Burlingame’s ear. “Wait, do me a favor and wipe off the blood before you NNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Lily returned the pie-face with interest and though she didn’t break the skin, she made sure to tag a huge Bytch Slap upside her rival’s head as an exclamation point. “Watch your mouth, loser.” the heiress taunted. “Or not even the Man’s best doctors will be able to put you back together ag--”
Jasmine snatched a huge hank of hair and pulled Lily into a straight right hand that landed between the eyes. Too angry to feel the worst of the hurt immediately, Burlingame made Jasmine wince with her a hair-pull of her own, then followed it with a chin-testing jab. That brief pugilistic exchange exploded into a full on hockey fight, the pair of battlers just hammering away at each other even after Craig hurried over and started his count. Breaking off at ‘FOUR!’ with a mutual shove, the brunettes would’ve pounced on each other again if the official hadn’t interjected.
“Typical!” Jasmine shouted from behind Craig’s back. “Miss Moneybags hires another one of the Man’s goons to keep her safe!” She reached around the ref to jab an index finger into her foe’s chest. “And you call me a hench OOOWW DAMMIT!”
Lily snatched the encroaching wrist, twisted clear of the black & white and quickly backpedaled toward her side of the squared circle. Tag rope in hand, Sue climbed onto the bottom strand and leaned over, ensuring that little sister didn’t have to travel as far to make the--SMACK!
Cheers from the sold-out crowd as the Ace entered the match for the first time.
Bold but not foolish, Washington slammed her free hand down on Lily’s wrist to break the Arm Wringer just as Susan made the tag. Retreating to the center of the ring at full reverse, Jasmine ran a hand through her hair, ‘snapped’ her trunks back into place as she waited for the former World Champion to come to her. Susan did, closing the distance quickly enough to make Washington take another step back.
“No need for that, we’re all wrestlers here.” Burlingame smiled. “Sorry you and Lil got off to such a rough start. Maybe we can put that behind us?” She hoisted a hand overhead and waggled her fingers, clearly inviting J-Dogg to a Test of Strength.
The talented tyro laughed derisively. “C’mon girl. You really think that shyt’s gonna work on me?”
Susan mulled it over, her hand still raised. “Guess not.”
The concession was fresh off her lips when the Rainmaker whipped around and shot her left foot back into Jasmine’s tummy! Washington ‘uuuunnnggghhed’d and doubled over, leaving her open to the kick that Burlingame flicked between her eyes! That rocked J-Dogg up on her toes again, but a second Back Kick doubled her over even deeper than before. Holding off just long enough to make sure Washington’s eyes were on the canvas, Susannah ran the ropes to her prey’s left, came back twice as fast and THWHACKED the sole of her right boot into the side of Jasmine’s head with a Single-Leg Dropkick that echoed through the arena.
KICK COMBO @ 00:52
Jasmine pinwheeled into the deck, ending in a dazed heap. She stretched out a hand toward the H&B corner, though Kylie made no effort to reach for it. Instead, she encouraged her rookie partner verbally as did Demetria from the floor.
Already on her feet, Susan smiled at the pair and moved to Washington. She sank a hand into her foe’s dark locks and pulled Jasmine up until Wash settled on her haunches.
“You hear that Dogg? They got your back,” Burlingame assured. “Too bad for you, I got your ass.”
The Ace DROVE a knee into Wash’s temple and the only thing that kept Kylie’s partner from flopping to the deck was Susan’s grip. Burlingame gave Jasmine even more “help” by tugging the stunned rookie to her feet and tossing her to the Hot & Bothered corner. Washington crashed into the buckles chest first and weakly held out her hand. Sanders hesitantly slapped.
The FAWNatics instantly erupted when they realized Kylie was going into the ring with the elder Burlingame. The elfin blonde turned to berate them, clarifying she’s not afraid to face one of the most complete packages in the game.
“I was a World Champion too,” she reminded, “so shut your mouths.”
Kylie returned to the task at hand as Long started his count. The Hawkeye gingerly stepped through the cables, simultaneously demanding the ref keep Burlingame back. Susan obliged from several strides away and Kylie finally joined her.
Sanders grabbed the top rope for a quick stretch of her arms and circled out to face off against the Rainmaker. The duo came together in a collar-and-elbow, which isn’t in place for more than a few seconds before Susan forced Kylie back into the H&B corner.
Sanders wailed for a break and Long agrees in less strenuous terms. Susan released her grip and cleared off, hands held high. Kylie’s right hand shot for Sue’s dark peepers but Burlingame slapped the effort away. Furious, Susan stepped at Kylie who reached over the ropes behind her and slapped the shoulder of a still recovering Jasmine.
Washington, her eyes not yet on the action, turned in shock to see she’s the legal member of her team, Kylie scurrying through the ropes and dropping next to Demetria. From the floor, manager and partner cheered J-Dogg on. Distracted by her supporters, Jasmine didn’t notice that this time Susan’s not waiting for another entry.
Burlingame grabbed the dark tresses of Washington and flipped her into the squared circle by her hair. Jasmine landed with a flat THUD, her back arching in pain as she reached for her lower backbone.
Back at work, Susan tugged the rookie to her feet and strapped onto her body on from behind. The Ace threw her left leg in front of Jasmine’s hip, shifted her torso nearly perpendicular across Wash’s back and swept an arm under the opposite arm of her foe, securing an Abdominal Stretch on J-Dogg. Susan reeeefed the stretch for all its worth, drawing Jasmine’s ab muscles taut. J-Dogg grit her perfect pearlies and shook her head when the zebra asked if she wanted to surrender.
On the outside, Kylie was back to her post and it seemed she’s back in the past as well when she turned to the crowd and starts a rhythmic clap for support of J-Dogg. The crowd bombards her with jeers and catcalls, a frustrated Ky turning away from them and shouting at Jasmine to break the hold.
Satisfied she’s weakened her foe further, Susan finished with an echoing slap to Jasmine’s tummy and disengaged from her Stretch, leaving Washington slightly bent but standing. Burlingame sprinted for the ropes in front of the rookie and rebounded back at full speed, leaping into a Cyclone Cross-chop that decks Jasmine.
CYCLONE CROSS-CHOP:
Burlingame hopped to her feet, saw the downed and degraded LaKeisha knock-off strafished on the canvas and strode leisurely to Washington. She sank her nails into J-Dogg’s mane and yanked Wash to her feet. The Ace led the staggering, stooped Jasmine to her sister and reacheed over the ropes to tag Lily.
Susan then scooped Jasmine onto a shoulder and SLAMMED her to the deck in front of the Burlingame’s home base. Instantly, the Crimson Comet grabbed the top rope and hopped over, turned and grabbed the cable again, leaping to land in a seated position across the rubber-coated steel and bouncing off to land a Springboard Moonsault Press across the open midriff of her foe.
SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT PRESS:
Lily remained in the Crossbody after the collision and hooked a leg of the Badass from Hotlanta for the..
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO…
Jasmine spasmed her way out of the pinning combination, flopping to her side, looking all but spent.
The Roseate Rocket, on the other hand, looked rested and ready to go. She seemed almost relieved she gets to toss around her increasingly ragdolled opponent further; ready for a little revenge.
However, Jasmine had other ideas and managed to gather the energy to roll out of the ring, plopping to the floor below. The cavalry was quick to arrive, Demetria and Kylie tending to the reeling Washington.
Susan raised her arm, twirling an invisible lasso and the crowd responded with a loud cheer as Lily headed for the ropes opposite the congregation. The former Cherry Bomb was absolutely flying as she raced across the canvas and flung her body through the ropes. SMASHING into all three women, Lily took them down like bowling pins and landed on her feet to a roaring ovation from the FAWNatics. The sassy, bite-sized brunette took a bow, reveling in the Burlingame’s domination.
SUICIDE DIVE:
The Crimson Comet peeled Jasmine out of the jumble of limbs and torsos and tossed her back into the ring’s confines. As Lily was about to join her, Kylie, on all fours, latched onto an ankle and tried to keep Lily on the floor. Burlingame shook Sanders’s grip off and delivered a ‘smacking’ kick to the chin of the kneeling Kylie.
Sanders’ hazel eyes crossed and she feinted toward the thinly-padded concrete, landing in her manager’s arms. Burlingame gave the gobsmacked blonde a blown kiss and slid in under the bottom rope to finish off J-Dogg. Lily hopped to her feet and grabbed the dipped head of a kneeling and clearly drained Washington.
But while Long scurried to reenter the ring after playing traffic cop on the outside, Jasmine wakened enough to swing a pendulous forearm between Lily’s powerful, abbreviated legs, THUMPING it into her crotch.
The crowd groaned in sympathy as Lily rises to tiptoes, her face etched in agony. Her knees knocked together and she trieed to waddle her way to an angry Rainmaker, Susan’s right arm stretched as far as it would go, ready to take Jasmine apart for the transgression. But J-Dogg hooked a palm around one of Lily’s ankles and tripped her to the canvas, Burlingame’s chin clacking against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Jasmine turned to her corner for Kylie to take over but the blonde was still being helped to her post by Andrews, so Washington grabbed Lily as the Nubian beauty rose and dragged her foe cavewoman-style to the middle of the ring. She drops to a seat behind the stunned Rocket and wrapped a tight Bodyscissors around Lily’s ribs. Topside, she snaked her arms under and around those of Burlingame, lacing her fingers behind the brunette’s neck for a full nelson.
It’s no surprise when the rookie leeeaned back, pulling the smaller Lily off the canvas before a pelvic thrust from Jazz sent both women up and forward, Lily’s keester THUMPED into the unforgiving deck. Burlingame yelped in pain, her face scrunching after the impact.
Back in place on the sidelines, Kylie demands Jasmine do it again and Washington did just that, pulling her foe back, forward, up and down not once but twice more, sending shockwaves through Lily’s tailbone, Washington hoping to put a hitch in the Comet’s giddy-up.
Jasmine unlocked her Scissors and slowly rose. She wobbled from the abuse she’s received and staggered to a neutral corner. When Lily showed life, the Girl from Outer Space starting to recover, Jasmine climbed the buckles and leapt toward a doubled Lily. J-Dogg’s boot soles landed on Burlingame’s back and the Mushroom Stomp to Lily’s spine sent Burlingame face first into the canvas.
Washington slid to a stop on her knees and, satisfied her foe wouldn’t be getting up under her own power for the time being, she pushed wearily to her feet, strode to the H&B corner and tagged the excited Kylie, Sanders eager for entry.
The polar opposite of her first venture between the ropes, the Pleasant Valley Judas raced for the vulnerable heiress, hopped up and THWHUMPED both heels between Lily’s shoulders just as she was reaching all fours. Sanders’s Mushroom Stomp didn’t have the height of her partner’s, but it still did a damned fine job of flattening Burlingame against the mat. Hopping clear with her eyes locked on Susan, the former Associate strolled into unfriendly territory and offered her adversary a double bird before swinging around and ‘snapping’ her togs against her glutes.
In the interim Lily had managed to flop onto her back, but the elbow hooked over her eyes and hitching flutter of her tummy meant she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. “That’s right, new meat.” Ky murmured. “Throw yourself before the only legend this shythole promotion can claim.”
Burlingame was in no condition to respond or even hear, so Sanders rushed in, took to the skies and spiked her boots into Lily’s gut with the third Mushroom Stomp in perhaps a minute. Vanilla Chill hopped off while her prey was still retching and ran the ropes. Her speed never quite matched the likes of Shea, Domi or Lily, but Sanders still had a damned good head of steam when she left her feet in a gorgeous vertical leap. Crunching up to touch her toes near the apex, the Midwestern Mauler stretched out full length and THWHAPPED down across aching midsection with a Frog Splash!
Pre-H&B Kylie would’ve hooked both legs and folded her opponent in half, this incarnation sat up, swung a leg over the brunette’s torso and planted glutes atop her chest in a domineering reverse straddle. Supremely confident of her impending victory, Sanders smoothed her hair back with both hands and nodded along for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sue was on her way to break up the pin, thankfully little sister shoved Kylie from her throne with a half second to spare. Andrews and Washington complained about the infraction of course, not that either of them tried to correct it themselves, especially after the Rainmaker returned to her corner with no interference. Angered by this denial of the inevitable, Sanders grabbed a handful of Lily’s hair, pulled her to a seat and wrenched her neck back, all the better to pepper a flurry of slaps into the younger woman’s face.
“You think you’ve got what it takes to hang with me, half pint? You’re nothing! Nothing but a little punk puppet dancing for the cheers of all these mouth-breathing morons!”
The taunting brought some fire back to Burlingame’s dark eyes, alas Kylie slapped it right back out again with a savage forehand-backhand combo. Plunging both hands into Lily’s hair with obvious disdain, the black-clad warrior got to her feet and forced Burlingame to do the same. Long moved in to break the hair-hold at once, so Sanders halved it, slapped her opponent one more time, then whirled around and hit the strands for another high speed strafing run. No Splash this, but still more trouble for Lily’s abused abdominals as the former World Champion dropped into a kneeling skid and THWHUMPED a straight right hand into the brunette’s tummy. Lily doubled over with an audible ‘ooooofffhhh!’ then straightened right back up as a grinning Kylie hooked her waistband from behind and bared a lotta Burlingame bun with a savage wedgie!
“What’d I tell you?” Kylie taunted as she jiggled her foe’s briefs back n’ forth. “Nothing but a puppet!”
Her urge for humiliation temporarily sated, Ky spun the other lightweight around, dropped a shoulder and threaded that arm through Lily’s thighs and hupped her onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. A select few of the truest True Believers dared to call out ‘P-V-D!’ and damned if Sanders’s eyes didn’t shine for a moment. Then she snarled like she’d smelled something rancid. “Go f*ck yourselves.”
On the heels of that emphatic dismissal she began to spin, slowly at first, then picking up speed until she was little more than a black and blonde blur carrying another squirming smear on her shoulders. The propeller on this hateful helicopter spun for a good ten seconds before Sanders ground to a stop and dipped her knees. It wasn’t the Pleasant Valley Driver or even a simple dumping of cargo, rather the blonde shoved Lily up and forward while simultaneously dropping to her knees, all the better to THWHAM the brunette down flat on her face, chest and belly as victim of a huge Flapjack.
FIREMAN'S CARRY FLAPJACK:
The impact bounced Burlingame to her hands and knees, so Kylie somersaulted over her back, hooking the far leg and shoulder as she passed. It was a picture perfect Oklahoma Roll and shades of the old Kylie, even if the cradle got nothing but boos as Craig dropped in to count the…
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TWO…
Lily kicked out right at ‘TWO’ with an energy, neigh, a defiance that Sanders found downright intolerable. Dragging the Interstellar Angel to a seat courtesy a double handful of hair, Ky nuzzled in behind her and slipped both hands under Burlingame’s biceps. Fingers laced against the nape of opposing neck, the Pariah of Pleasant Valley forced Lily’s chin deep into her own décolletage even as she whispered in her ear. “You’re not good enough to beat me, brat. I don’t care how fast you run or how high you jump, once we get down on this mat, I’ll roll, squeeze and stretch you until you’re begging for mercy!” With that she turned Lily onto her stomach, swung into a seat on opposing tush and CRAAAAAAAAANKED back on a brutal Full Nelson Camel Clutch!
“Give it up, beeyotch!” a refreshed Jasmine demanded from the Hot & Bothered corner! Sing it out before my girl breaks your back!”
Kylie smirked, punctuated this statement by driving her butt into the hollow of Lily’s back.
“What do you say, Lily?” Craig asked in far more measured tones. “Do you want to give it up?”
“No.” Lily said through gritted teeth. “This hag already stole one win from me, she’s not getting anothEERRRGHHHHHH!”
Sanders halved the Nelson, slipped two fingers into the brunette’s mouth and tried to widen her smile with a sadistic fishhook! “You better put some respect on my name you little bytch.” Ky whispered in her victim’s ear. “Otherwise your farce of a career is going to end before it ever gets starOOOWWWW! HAIR! SHE’S ON MY HAIR, LONGGGEERRRGGGGHHH FAHK!”
Burlingame’s initial infraction shifted from Sanders’s hair to her left ear, the heiress twisting the soft lobe with hateful intensity. Unwilling to grant Lily the mercy of release, Kylie struggled to her feet and used the Fishhook and Half Nelson to make the brunette do the same. Without warning she ended the hook, curled that hand into a fist and THWHUMPED it into Lily’s kidney! Burlingame wailed and doubled over, her grip on the veteran’s ear finally falling away. With the Star Strider slowed down to mere mortal levels, Sanders reached around Lily’s waist with her right hand and grabbed hold of her foe’s wrist. Then she stepped away, jerked on the Wristlock and spun the smaller battler around into a jaw-cracking Clothesli--NO!
Lily dipped beneath the blonde’s strike, whipped around and glued herself to Kylie’s back with a snug Waistlock. Sanders barely had a second to ‘eep’ before the Interstellar Angel dipped her knees and popped her hips back in a flawless, high-speed bridge that PLANTED Kylie on the back of her head and shoulders! Too weak to maintain the bridge, Burlingame sat up while Sanders somersaulted over onto her belly.
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
“C’MON LIL’!” Susan bellowed as she hopped onto the bottom rope and reeeeeeeeeaaaaaached into the ring.
“GET UP KY!” Jasmine barked with equal intensity. “LET’S GO, CHILLY! GET OVER HERE AND I’LL FINISH HER OFF!”
Slowly but surely, both blonde and brunette got to their knees, then to verticality. But where Lily headed for home, Kylie wheeled around and lunged for the “UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!” Lily hopped up, fell back and flicked her right leg up to THWHACK her boot into Sanders’s forehead.
OVERHEAD KICK:
While Kylie staggered back on woozy legs, the youngest Burlingame landed on her shoulders, popped to her feet in a perfect kip up and leapt for her big sister’s outstretched palm. SMACK! Roars from the FAWNatics as Susan cleared the top rope in a single bound!
“CHILL,” both Jasmine and Demetria shouted, trying to make the dazed Sanders aware of her new fearsome foe. But Kylie, blissfully ignorant of the danger, could only stagger from Lily’s Pele Kick, fighting to remain upright.
The tawny-skinned Ace beamed, her sister having set FAWN’s mother of all traitors in her crosshairs. While plenty of FAWN wrestlers had gone turncoat against a partner or friend, Kylie betrayed her Corps, the fans who loved her like no other through thick and mostly thin, the worst crime of all for the FAWNatics.
Susan could no doubt feel the righteousness in her balling fist, something the fans rarely conferred to a member of the Black Court. As Burlingame closed, the raucous cheers must’ve alerted the Hawkeye because she spun to face her newly christened foe, only to be gutted with a lightning Toe Kick from the Ace.
A bugeyed Kylie, bent at the waist, gasped as Susan tugged her bowed head into a Front Facelock. With ease, the Rainmaker launched Kylie to heels-overhead and dropped her straight down with a Snap Brainbuster.
SNAP BRAINBUSTER:
Washington turned away, unable to watch as Kylie spread out in a motionless starfish, demolished. The platinum blonde spasmed as Susan leisurely crawled to a Crossbody pin, hooking both legs and cradling Sanders until her ass pointed to the rafters for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Pariah of Pleasant Valley’s overriding “ability” no one could deny was the ability to absorb punishment and persist. The FAWN original showed it again, thrusting a shoulder off the canvas with a split-second remaining. Sanders rolled to her chest and gamely pushes to all fours while an impressed Susan returned to verticality.
“Emily always did see something in you, blondie,” Susan informed. “Though I’m not sure it was a wrestler so much as a toy.”
“FUHHHHK…” Kylie groaned as she started to elevate.
As she did, Susan turned and sprinted for the ropes behind her. She rebounded at the elfin blonde and lifte her right leg high before swinging it down violently with a wicked Axe Kick that SLAMMED across the back of Kylie’s neck and thus send the turncoat crashing face-first into the canvas to the great joy of the FAWNatics.
Not so happy were J-Dogg and Demetria who pleaded with a floored Kylie to make it to the H&B corner. Somehow, Sanders managed to slither along the mat, inching her way towards her partner. Burlingame hovered protectively at her foe’s side, making sure the Hawkeye would never reach her roost.
“How did she choose you?” Susan asked the rookie. “Did you ever ask yourself that?”
Jasmine tried to ignore the Ace, calling Kylie toward her.
“Because she needs someone to carry her. Shea. Krystal. The Associates for all the good that did her in the end.”
“Shut yo damn mouth,” Washington hissed.
Susan threw up her hands and turned her attention back to Kylie, who’s made it to hands and knees.
“Just trying to help,” Susan assured while she sank a set of fingers into Ky’s short, platinum blonde locks and yanked a squealing Sanders to her feet. She transferred her grip to a wrist and slung the shorter, slighter Iowan off to a neutral corner with an Irish Whip.
Kylie zoomed toward the buckles, turning just in time to take a colossal collision against her back. Wincing in pain, Ky bounced out of the corner a few inches only to be BURIED under an avalanche of Rainmaker, Burlingame having launched from several feet out and SPLASHED the reeling blonde beneath her, Sanders thrust back into the buckles by the unforgiving wave.
On the sidelines, Lily couldn’t seem to decide whether she wanted some of Sanders or was enjoying her Big Sis’ dismantling of a fading FAWN icon too much to interfere. When Susan spun the traitor so the Ace’s on the inside, pressed against the buckles, the Comet knew the answer.
Susan collected a pair of Underhooks on the increasingly pliant Kylie then stepped up to mount the middle ropes. Not wasting an instant, the Black Courtier leapt off the cables and spun the FAWN original into a mat-rattling spike into the deck, Kylie gamebroken by the Burlingamebreaker.
BURLINGAMEBREAKER @ 4:06
Ky slopped to her side while a beaming Susan sat next to her, brushing her hands off in exaggerated fashion. She grabbed Kylie by a shoulder and hip and pulled the platinum blonde to her back, the Hawkeye ending in a wide spreadeagle.
Susan moved to all fours next to the demolished Hawkeye and pressed both palms into Kylie’s battered body, one into her chest the other in her foe’s gulping tummy for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOO!
Again no pinfall, though this time Kylie didn’t have the wherewithal to save herself. Instead Jasmine rushed in from Susan’s blindside and knocked the Ace from the Black Courtier’s condescending restraint of the semiconscious Kylie.
Long tried to grab Washington but she shook him off and landed a solid clubbing blow to the back of Burlingame’s skull, dropping Susan to her haunches. The rookie raised a big right elbow high, ready to ram it into the crown of the Rainmaker’s cranium.
But before it could be accomplished, the Roseate Rocket launches from the Burlingame’s corner and NAILS J-Dogg between the shoulderblades with a Missile Dropkick, sending Jasmine sprawling.
When Lily kipped to her feet to the roar of the crowd, she’s the only vertical grappler in the squared circle amongst a couple pretty sizable names in the industry and a rookie on the rise.
Seeing Susan in recovery mode and Craig mightily confused, the Girl From Outer Space decided to pick up some frequent flyer miles while the match was a free-for-all.
Seeing Hot and Bothered both slowly rising on the other side of the ring, Lily was off like a shot. She flew into both as they’re nearly shoulder to shoulder but unprepared. Burlingame snapped her legs shut around Kylie’s head while capturing Jasmine’s in a headlock.
The Crimson Comet put her leap into reverse, laying out and sending both Sanders and Washington flipping forward with a “double” Hurricanrana of sorts. The women landed heavily on their backs and skidded to the edge of the apron before coming to a halt, each dazed and confused.
Grabbing each other by the hand, H&B scurried under the bottom rope for the safety of the floor, but with the bite-sized Burlingame on the prowl, there was no such place.
Lily bounded into the opposite cables and headed for the ropes. Not bothering flying through, she vaulted over. But this time the partners were ready. The duo caught Lily long enough to guide her throat over the guardrail and let her fall the rest of the way. Burlingame’s neck smacked into the steel, her head whiplashing from the impact. She lolled to the thinly-padded concrete, a wrecked Rocket.
Hot & Bothered exchange a stereo high-five over the ruin of the leveled lightweight, Kylie and Jasmine quite delighted to have removed the youngest Burlingame sister from this violent equation. Alas, their celebration was cut short thanks to a shout from Demetria, which was itself swallowed in the thunderous roar of the crowd. As of yet unaware of the dangers, J-Dogg & Vanilla Chill took an instinctual step toward their manager, which meant they were that much deeper in the drop zone when Susan took to the skies. Blessed with the same preternatural agility that made Lily such a threat in the LW ranks, the Rainmaker twisted in mid-air to land with her back pointed toward both adversaries. In the space between heartbeats she dipped her knees and leapt again, Susannah hurling herself into a gorgeous floaty back-flip so high it threatened to lose her in the lights. The combined might of Sanders and Washington proved enough to at least redirect a Crimson Comet, alas, the same could not be said of their efforts against the Ace of the Black Court. Indeed, H&B barely managed to raise their mutual defenses before Burlingame THAWHAPPED down on ‘em both with an Asai Moonsault that bowled both women over and left the former World Champion standing amidst an even larger pile of moaning human debris.
SPRINGBOARD ASAI MOONSAULT:
With the opposition momentarily a non-factor, Sue dropped to one knee and helped Lily sit up against the steel guardrail. “You ok, sis? How’s your breathing?”
Lil took a ragged breath, coughed hard and shook her head. “Fine, I’m fine, Sue. Don’t worry about me, just deal with those assholes.”
Sue nodded, patted her sister on the shoulder and stood up. “Hey now, where do you think you’re going?” the copper-skinned lovely asked Kylie as the penitent blonde started crawling away from the crash site. “I thought we were having fun!” In no mood to let the party slow down, Burlingame stepped over Jasmine, making a point to drive a heel into the vulnerable battler’s stomach as she did so. Closing in fast as Sanders tried to get to her feet, Sue snatched a double handful of hair, rose up on her toes and dropped to one knee to THWHUNK the blonde’s forehead into the barely-padded floor. “Unnnnngggggghhhh!”
Kylie reared back on her knees, one hand on her thigh, the heel of her other hand pressed between her eyes. “Oh yeah, I’m going to enjoy this.” Burlingame muttered as she settled into a tense stance off to her foe’s right shoulder. After a moment’s pause, she tensed her knees and snapped a quick, hard kick across her opponent’s chest. Sanders groaned, swayed a little, then groaned again as the heiress belted her with another kick. And another. And another. And another. And another, until Kylie was swaying like the next puff of air conditioning would’ve sent her sprawling to the floor. Ultimately a push from the AC would’ve been a great deal more merciful than what unfolded, as Sue shifted her position and THWHWACKED a vicious Roundhouse across the side of the Iowan’s skull. Ky’s head snapped to one side and she toppled to shoulder and hip, the former World Champ reduced to a hapless shell beneath the educated feet of the Ace.
BILLION DOLLAR KICK FLURRY:
Pleased with her work thus far, Burlingame ‘flicked’ her trunks back into place and swatted her glutes once before reaching down to plunge a hand into her rival’s hair. Kylie grimaced and swatted at the brunette’s wrist in the hopes of pulling away, but a few sharp slaps from Sue scrambled the black-clad lovely’s senses long enough for Burlingame to haul her upright. Dual grips on togs & tresses allowed Susan to spin Ky in a smooth half circle which ended with the Pariah of Pleasant Valley tossed under the bottom rope. The tumbling sprawl left Sanders stretched out parallel to the strands, so Burlingame hopped onto apron and took the top rope in both hands. A quick waggle of her hips raised the noise level of the FAWNatics, a suitable soundtrack to the Springboard 450 the Ace had in mi--”
An arm wrapped around Burlingame’s right foot and clamped down tight, anchoring her to the ground. “Ain’t goin’ nowhere now, moneybags.” Jasmine growled. “We’re gonna wreck you and your piece of shyt sisEERRGGGHHHHHH!”
Washington’s threat came to an abrupt, violent end when a resurgent Lily rushed in behind her and raaaaaaaaaaaaked her fingers across the J-Dogg’s eyes! “Hands off, bytch.” the Interstellar Angel growled as she filled her hands with Washington’s hair. A short, savage Irish Whip gave Burlingame all the momentum she needed to BWAAAANG Jasmine into the barricade spine-first!
Back in the ring, Craig Long glanced from Susan, the slowly recovering Kylie and the out of bounds skirmish between Lily and Jasmine. “Hey, c’mon now girls!” the ref barked as he crowded the ropes. “Break it up and get back to your cor--” Lily got moving alright, but rather than heed the ref’s order she raced across the aisle, leapt up and THWHUMPED both knees into Jasmine’s chest in a brutal Meteora that sent both women tumbling into the first row fans!
“Damn sis, good for you!” the Rainmaker nodded approval as Lily and Jasmine mowed down more than half a dozen stunned fans. Impressive as her sister’s efforts were, Burlingame knew she needed to match or best them in order to put the reviled veteran away. With Long still preoccupied with the chaos outside the ring, Sue returned her attention to the blonde, who’d made it back to her feet, albeit with her back to the Courtier. Honed in on the base of the Iowan’s neck, Burlingame leaned back in a deep crouch, sprang onto the top rope and launched herself into the void, Sue drawing her right fist back for a hellacious Flying Forearm Sma--”Oh fucKKHHHUUUUNNNGGGHHH!”
Kylie swung around to meet Burlingame, only now she was armed with the steel chair Demetria so deftly slid under the bottom rope when everyone’s attention was elsewhere. There was a heavy THWHUMP followed by a sympathetic groan from the crowd as Sanders drilled the rounded edge of the chair into the heiress’s exposed tummy! Sue hit the canvas with all the grace of a dropped rock, landing on her forearms and knees beside the wild-eyed blonde.
Somehow the chair shot hadn’t drawn Craig’s attention, but the increased crowd noise was sure to change that in seconds, so she tossed the chair back to Andrews and settled for swinging around behind her penitent adversary and snarled, “This’ll teach you to f*ck with me, loser.” Ky reared back and BURIED a punt between Sue’s thighs with extreme prejudice.
Burlingame shrieked in agony and curled into a tight ball, not that this meager defense was nearly enough to stop Sanders from scraping the rubber-legged Courtier off the canvas. As of yet unaware of what’d happened to Jazz, Kylie slipped an arm between Burlingame’s legs and muscled her into a Fireman’s Carry. Blowing a taunting kiss to the jeering throng, Sanders spun around once, twice, then popped up on her toes and laid out on her side to THWHUNK the base of the taller woman’s head into the thinly-sheathed plywood! The PVD struck true and Sanders held on tight, floating over into an impromptu back-press / cradle that lasted all the way through…
PLEASANT VALLEY DRIVER:
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Kylie tossed Sue’s leg aside, scrambled to her feet and swept a grinning Demetria into a hug as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall… HOT AND BOTHERED!”
Breaking apart shortly thereafter, Ky looked around and asked, “Where the hell’s Jasmine?”
Andrews didn’t get to answer before a clamor from outside the ring drew their attention. A small squad of referees and FAWN techs, more than a half dozen in all, were slowly breaking apart as they tried to do the same to Lily and Jasmine. The tactic worked, but not for nearly thirty seconds and when they went their separate ways it was with hanks of her rival’s hair. “LOST AGAIN, RICH BYTCH!” Washington screamed as she was slowly drawn in the direction of her partner and manager. “NOT EVEN BIG SISTER’S ENOUGH TO KEEP US FROM OWNIN’ YOU! DEAL WITH IT!”
“YOU DON’T OWN SHYT, PUNK!” Lily bellowed and kicked, the furious brunette working hard to escape the ref’s clutches. “BUT I’LL OWN YOUR ASS IF YOU EVER HAVE THE GUTS TO STEP UP!”
“LET ME GO! LET ME GO!” Washington redoubled her own efforts to escape. “BYTCH WANTS TO FIGHT, LET US FIGHT!”
‘LET THEM FIGHT!’ chants echoed through the arena, but in the end the zebras had their way and Lily was dragged up the aisle with Craig assisting a shaken Susan a short distance behind. Finally back in the ring with Kylie and Demetria, J-Dogg shared a quick hug with the blonde, but her attention never really left the Interstellar Angel.
“This ain’t over yet, Chilly.” she growled. “I want that rich slut begging at my feet.”
Ky nodded and swatted her friend on the butt. “Then that’s what you’ll get. And I’ll take my time grinding the nose right off bratty little Suzie’s face.”
That seemed to satisfy the tyro, so she took up arms beside Sanders and grinned ear to ear as Andrews raised their hands in victory. “TAKE A GOOD LOOK, LOSERS!” Kylie taunted the FAWNatics. “WE’RE NOT JUST A TAG TEAM, WE’RE A DYNASTY IN THE MAKING! EITHER DEAL WITH IT, OR GET THE HELL OUT OF OUR WAY!”