Post by bigfan on Apr 17, 2017 2:29:36 GMT
As ‘Fancy’ by Iggy Azalea and Charli XCX pumped through the arena, the crowd shot to its feet, unleashing the heavy artillery of a Corps betrayed.
FANCY:
Behind the first chords of the hip-hop anthem and the ear-numbing jeers, the Pleasant Valley Pariah stalked onto the stage, her usual snide smirk missing, anger filling her elfin features.
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 finishes things with black boots and pads.
Her increasingly hated cohort in crime Jasmine Washington emerged with the team’s manager Demetria Andrews close behind. The former FAWN grappler showed Wash off like a prized possession, doing the same to Kylie when the three met center stage.
With Andrews behind her bytches, Demetria gave a hug around the outside shoulder of each partner and they moved forward in a united front down the ramp and aisle, H&B against the world.
J-Dogg flashed signs and shook dat ass as she worked her way to the squared circle, breaking out to lead the parade of the despised.
Dressed in a tiny black hoodie, (black version of the following: i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/biggerb/Jasmine-clothing.jpg~original ) the rookie snapped her head back to clear the hood and her shoulder-length ebony locks behind. She waggled her way around the ring 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 ( s2.photobucket.com/user/biggerb/media/Jasmine-clothing%20below.jpg.html ) which accentuated her bootylicious backside. Below were black pads and boots.
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 joined J-Dogg with a seat on the second strand. A grinning Demetria moved through and took center stage, the new teammates following close behind. Demetria pulled a microphone to her lips but then handed it to the stewing Vanilla Chill.
<b>KYLIE SANDERS</b>
<b>JASMINE WASHINGTON</b>
<b>DEMETRIA ANDREWS</b>
“BURLINGAMES,” Kylie shouted. “We beat yo lame asses. Fair and square. Da only way we do things.”
The crowd let their disapproving disbelief bounce off the walls of the arena, the noise reaching ear-pounding decibels.
“But you paid off Da Man, or jumped in his bed, who can be sure? And yeah…he got you your rematch.”
The FAWNatics tried to drown out Ky and, though they came close, she continued.
“But we’re happy. You hear?” Sanders screamed, looking anything but.
“You think we’re afraid of Da Man? Or these turds? OR YOU? THINK AGAIN!”
Kylie dropped the stick and led H&B to their corner, Demetria stepping through and heading down the steps. Sanders and Washington remained inside, in close conversation, occasionally averting their eyes to the upper stage.
The Announcer broke in before the heiresses accompaniment arrived.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest has a thirty minute time limit and it is a TORNADO TAG ELIMINATION MATCH.”
The crowd erupted in delight while Kylie broke out of her conference with Jasmine to jaw at the official, clearly upset at the stipulation.
“Introducing first, already in the ring, from Pleasant Valley Iowa and Hotlanta G.A. respectively. KYLIE SANDERS! JASMINE WASHINGTON! They are…HOT AND BOTHERED.”
After a moment of anticipatory buzz, the Announcer summoned the second half of this dangerous quartet. “And introducing their opponents, hailing from Stovington Vermont and weighing in at a combined two hundred and forty pounds, they are the Star Strider and the Rainmaker… LILY AND SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
The electronic scream of ’Crown on the Ground’ tore from the speakers and the March to War audience cheered at the top of their lungs in the hope that sheer volume might help eliminate Hot & Bothered’s numbers advantage. It got that much louder when the pair of heiresses strolled into view, Lily taking point in front of Big Sis to thumb an invisible detonator. Sue spread her arms in time with the ‘BOOM!’ and then a wave of zappy blue pyro was showering down from the rafters. In tonight’s nod to fed history past and present, Susannah wore Emily’s first ‘Awesome Academic’ tank while Lily sported a vintage ‘Sensational’ baby-tee. When the sparks faded, Lily stepped aside and exchanged a fist bump with the Ace.
LILY BURLINGAME:
SUE BURLINGAME:
“No sneaking out the back door for these clowns tonight.” Lily promised. “I’ll put Andrews through every table in this building if she even looks at me wrong.”
Susan smiled wickedly, the Black Courtier clearly enjoying the promise of violence to come. “That’s my sister. C’mon, let’s go bother some tramps.”
With that, the eldest Burlingame grabbed the bottom edge of her tank in both hands and peeled it off in a single well practiced movement. Lily did the same a heartbeat later, thus revealing a second engagement for her new attire. Tonight Sue wore her standard dark blue two piece with gold trim and matching boots and pads while Lily sported a blue & black two-piece shot through with the gleaming pearlescent sworls that served as a lasting tribute to her former identity.
Paying no mind to the delighted roar of the crowd, the sisters Burlingame charged the squared circle in a flat out run that brought them to their destination in a few long strides. Lily and Susan dove under the bottom rope at the exact same time, sprang to their feet and raced to opposite sides of the squared circle. Stereo leaps to the top rope led to identical back flips that brought the siblings down back to back within six inches of one another. Back to back, Lily and Susan turned to Hot & Bothered, raised a pair of finger guns and offered each partner a single round straight through the heart. Ky snarled, Jasmine scoffed and the Burlingame’s blew smoke off their respective barrels before heading to their corner for a last minute strategy session.
Supremely confident following their (don’t call it an ‘upset’) victory at Heartbroken, Hot & Bothered stormed the center of the ring as soon as the bell sounded, Vanilla Chill & J-Dogg claiming the canvas in a brassy lockstep that dared, DARED anyone to tell them otherwise. As for their opponents, Susan stepped out readily enough, Lily however stayed several paces behind the Ace, a detail that Sanders and Washington were quick to note. “What’s the matter, pint-size?” Ky taunted. “Didn’t get the message? This is a Tornado Tag. So no hiding in the corner while big sister does all the work.”
Beside her, Jasmine glanced from Lily to Susan and back again. “Or while she takes the beating meant for you.” she paused and licked her lips in anticipation of the violence to come. “Get your ass out here, little girl. I’m not done beating it y-”
Sue’s left hand came up like lightning, not to slap, but rather to stop the rookie from finishing her thought. “Hold on there, J-Dogg Breath. Do you think Lil’s hiding? Sorry dinks, I was just giving her the room she--” The Rainmaker would’ve said ‘needs’ if she hadn’t bent the knee and braced a palm against the canvas. Lest anyone think Sue was swearing fealty to this Hot & Bothered Court, her youngest sister put the notion to a swift end when she charged, leapt onto the penitent brunette’s back and used her like a springboard for the ‘Rana she ‘smecked’ around Washington’s neck! Clamping down much harder than necessary, the former Lightweight Champion put a little extra torque on the twist that flipped Jaz onto her back with a heavy ‘thud!’
Startled and enraged by the abrupt reversal of fortunes, Kylie turned to intercept the high flyer as she regained her feet. “Get over here you sneaky little NNNGGGHHH!” In her enthusiasm for Lily, Sanders forgot all about Susan, a lapse which cost her dearly when the bronzed battler snagged hold of her waistband and reeled her into a stiff Forearm Smash across the lower back. Far from stymied by a single shot however, Kylie rounded on Burlingame and fired off a Haymaker that went right through the spot so recently occupied by her target’s skull. Sanders cursed like a sailor, whipped around to find the elusive Courtier and found Lily instead, the Girl that Gravity forgot already airborne for the Spinning Heel Kick she-- Susan added to Kylie’s misery with a scything Sweep Kick that took the blonde’s legs out from under at the exact moment little sister’s boot collided with the point of her chin!
TOTAL ELIMINATION:
The Pleasant Valley Pariah was almost turned inside out, landing hard on the back of her head and shoulders before gravity sent her slopping over onto her tummy. Springing to their feet as one, the Burlingame sisters honed in on Jasmine and beckoned her forward with a pair of crooked index fingers.
Give her credit, Washington didn’t back down from a scene that’d give a twenty year veteran pause. “Which one of your prissy skanks wants it first?” she asked over balled fists. “C’mon, step up and I’ll make both your flat asses famous!”
Lily stepped into the fray without so much as an iota of hesitation, so of course J-Dogg dipped by her en route to a short but effective Double Leg Tackle that sent Susan tumbling to the canvas. Gettin’ herself some while the gettin’ was good, Washington filled one hand with the heiress’s hair and pounded away on her forehead even as Merle moved in to note the infraction. “Hey! Watch the closed fists, Jasmine! Knock that off!”
Jasmine didn’t even look up to deliver her answer. “What’re you gonna do, cracker? Disqualify MEERRRRGGGHHHH!”
Lily’s foot practically shivered at the thought of caroming off Jasmine’s head, yet in the end the Crimson Comet settled on a much simpler way to announce her presence. Palming Washington’s forehead in her right hand, the youngest Burlingame hooked two fingers into her rival’s nostrils and craaaaaaaaaanked her head back! That got the diminutive dynamo a warning of her own, but as Jasmine herself had said, what was Merle really gonna do? “So you want to play dirty? You want to cheat?” Burlingame switched the hook to a straight up pincer, just mashing Jasmine’s nose between her knuckles as she turned the keening rookie to meet her head on. “Lets see how long you can hang when we do too.”
A Toe Kick to the navel stopped Washington from mustering any defense when the Interstellar Angel went low and wrapped both arms around her upper thighs. Hands locked beneath opposing buttocks, Lily glanced to the side and saw her sister and Kylie both rising, the former a little ahead of the latter. “Delivery for ya, sis!” Lil’ called as she turned so her butt was pointed at Sue. Then she pushed up on tiptoes and went down on one knee, all the better to THWHUMP Jasmine’s crotch atop her knee with the Inverted Atomic Drop! Washington’s jaw dropped and instinct tried to back her away from the meteoric mite, alas Lily kept her locked in place right up until the point Susan shuffle-stepped up and THWHACKED a Super Kick against the point of her jaw! That sent Jasmine to the mat and Lily went along for the ride mostly so she could float over into a perfect Jackknife Pin! Planted flat on her feet while Washington’s tush pointed toward the rafters, the youngest Burlingame bridged up on her toes for that much more leverage while the ref counted…
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TWO…
“UUUNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Kylie charged, hopped and drilled both boots into Lily’s midriff to break the cover with a full second to spare. “That was pretty goddamned cheap, Lily.” Sanders snapped after she’d caught her balance. “Of course, knowing your sister…” she turned to Susan and sniffed, “I can’t say I’m surprised.”
The Rainmaker made sure to note the positions of her sister and Washington, but never let her eyes leave Kylie. “Cheap? Cheap is the hair dye that makes you look like FAWN’s only fightin’ real estate agent. Cheap is hitching your wagon to a rookie and letting her do all the hard work while you reap all the rewards.” She paused, the smirk leaving her face as she delivered the last barb. “Cheap is using a chair to steal a win because you know that you’d NEVER win a fair fight.”
Kylie’s hazel eyes narrowed to slots. “You think you’re better than me, bitch?”
“I won my second World Title by making Pandora submit. I KNOW, I’m better than you.”
Jasmine and Lily were back on their feet by that point, each lass moving in to second her partner for the confrontation ahead. “Got a lot of nerve talkin’ to her like that, cracker.” Jas growled. “My girl’s got more talent in her pinkie than you got--”
Ky put a hand on the rookie’s arm, silencing her. “Deal with the lucha poseur, J-Dogg. I got this.” Any irritation Washington might have felt at such an order melted away when Lily swept a hand to one side, inviting her to an open stretch of canvas. “I don’t give a shyt how many titles you won or who you tapped out.” Sanders noted once she and Sue had some space. “I will ALWAYS be FAWN’s only icon, just like you’ll always be just another face near the bottom of the poster. Now step up, rich girl.” She raised one hand overhead and flicked Burlingame off with the other, in case there was any doubt about the level of disrespect intended.
Sue shook her head in disbelief. “And Em always said you were smart.”
With that she stepped forward and pressed her palm to Kylie’s. Seconds later, the Test of Strength was in place.
Elsewhere, Lily Burlingame noted Sanders’s challenge and arched an eyebrow at Jasmine. “Looks like mean gramma Kylie’s got some guts left after all. Do you?”
Washington thought about it, went to raise a hand and balled it into a fist instead. “Ain’t nobody got time for that, beeyotch.” She snatched Lily’s hair in her other hand and reared back for a hockey punch to the chin only to snarl when the Interstellar Angel beat her to it with a straight right that bounced off J-Dogg’s cheek!
Washington’s head swiveled hard left and when it came back, so did a fist aimed at Lily’s face. The former Cherry Bomb ducked under the strike and drove a right into Jasmine’s ribs that doubled the rookie enough to leave J-Dogg’s chin an inviting target. Burlingame popped a left uppercut into Wash’s chin that snapped her foe’s head back and a jumping right forearm to Jasmine’s jaw decked Washington; Jasmine on her ass, propped by her palms, dark eyes wide.
While one Burlingame continued to take care of business, Susan quickly turned Kylie’s attempt to show herself stronger than the Ace into a fool’s errand. Driven by arrogance or the supreme desire to show all those that now loathed her wrong, Sanders played the Test of Strength straight up and Susan quickly had Ky’s arms quivering. She rolled her wrists over Kylie’s and forced the elfin blonde to one knee, Sanders gritting her teeth and shaking her head in disbelief.
Giving up on the lost cause, Kylie drew her right hand, and Burlingame’s joined left, into her raised right knee to break them apart. She balled her right fingers and swept her arm back to punish Susan with an Uppercut between the legs. But before she could swing it forward, Lily grabbed her by the elbow from behind.
With a Burlingame controlling each arm, the sisters lifted a startled, pleading Sanders to her feet and backpedaled her into the ropes. Sue and Lily sent Kylie off for a turbocharged ride and move to the center, waiting for the platinum blonde’s return. When Ky did, they dipped in unison, shoved their palms into a hip and LAUNCHED Kylie heavenward. Sanders shot straight up and plummeted back to earth, landing chest and face-first into the deck.
The FAWN original curled into a ball, hugging herself while the Burlingames shared a high-five over the waylaid Pleasant Valley Pariah. For her part, Jasmine’s been able to scuttle to a corner and use the buckles to pull her way up.
Their celebration complete, the sisters caught a glimpse of Washington out of the corner of their eyes and Susan grabbed the left wrist of Lily. She buggywhipped Lil Sis toward J-Dogg at warp speed . But before the Crimson Comet could impact, Jasmine raised a boot and PLANTED it on Lily’s chin. The smaller of the sisters staggered away, but only for a moment. She u-turned and raced back at Wash, only to have Jasmine send boot sole to chin again, this time forcing Lily into a spin that ended with the former Bomb falling into her sister’s arms.
J-Dogg pushed out of the corner and drilled a Dropkick between Lily’s shoulderblades. Bundled together, both Burlingames fell to the canvas in a heap. Jasmine and a recovering Kylie pushed to their feet and into each other’s arms for a quick strategy session.
They helped send a double set of boots to Lily as the Rocket tried to rise, sending her back to the canvas, before each grabbed a wrist of the Rainmaker. Running Susan to the ropes, they send the Black Courtier over, Sue crashing off the apron and to the floor.
Turning to a somewhat dazed Lily, the team joined hands and waited for the diminutive brunette to turn in their direction. As she rotated unsteadily toward them, H&B took off. Racing to their target they nearly removed Lily’s head from her body with a wicked Double Clothesline that turned Burlingame inside out, Lily flipping and twisting to a facedown collision with the canvas.
The crowd’s groans dissipated as Sanders and Washington skidded to a stop, quickly turning to jeers when the dastardly duo raised their hands in triumph. The team turned and strode to the Comet, yanking Lily to her feet.
Moving quickly, with Susan still in recovery mode outside, H&B followed Demetria’s direction and aimed the Girl from Outer Space at a set of buckles. They double-whipped her to the corner and the brunette whirled and literally flew into the buckles, crashing HARD against her back.
The Badass from Hotlanta led the train toward the Comet, leaping and SPLASHING Burlingame beneath with Kylie the caboose sandwiching atop both women Lily taking the lion’s share of the punishment as she’s avalanched under both women.
H&B backed away and a demolished Lily staggered out, only semi-aware of her surroundings. Jasmine spun her foe so Lily’s back was to J-Dogg. She slipped her head between the legs of the former Lightweight Champ’s and wrapped her arms around Lily’s legs, lifting her high.
All the while, Kylie’s moved to the corner and scaled to the heights. With Lily served on a high-rise platter, Ky vaulted from her perch and skewered Burlingame with a Spear off her partner’s shoulders, sending a gutted Burlingame somersaulting to the deck, hitting viciously on her head and shoulders.
The platinum blonde landed on all fours not far away and pushed Lily to her back, covering her in a tight Crossbody cover for…
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TWO…
The Rocket kicked out in time, but to make sure, a returning Susan sent a sledgehammer Double Axhandle into the small of Sanders’ back to break the pin.
As Ky’s spine curled, her face twisted from the pain, Jasmine raced in for back-up and leveled a raised knee into Susan’s temple. The elder Burlingame sprawled from the force of the blow.
“You ain’t nuthin’ special,” Jasmine insisted, standing in a domineering straddle of Susan. “Da Man ain’t gunna be savin’ you today either.”
She stomped a mudhole out of the tawny grappler, forcing Burlingame into a protective ball while a risen Kylie did the same with Lily. With the Burlingames softened, this time it’s Lily that’s chosen by H&B to be airmailed to the outside, the women scooping her up, carrying her like a babe in their arms and heaving to the floor below, Lily crashing and rolling to the metal barrier.
Demetria hovered nearby as H&B returned to Susan. The Ace rose as they did and nearly leveled Jasmine with a nasty right cross to the chops before Kylie buried a Toe Kick deep in the breadbasket of the brunette.
With the official’s attention firmly on the action in the ring, Andrews took her opportunity, moving like a predatory animal, slowly stalking a rising Lily before striking with a punt to the privates from behind. A bug-eyed Burlingame rose to tiptoes, hands shooting to her crotch. The former Bomb defused, Lily could provide little in the way of resistance when Demetria shoveled her over the barricade and into the first row of fans, more than willing to accept their favorite into their laps.
Meanwhile, in the ring, Kylie seemed to have had enough of Emily’s toadie. The platinum blonde dipped and scooped Susan into a Fireman’s Carry, Jasmine looking on, delighted to see the iconic Pleasant Valley Driver end the Rainmaker’s night.
Kylie rose to tiptoes and launched Susan off her shoulders. But Burlingame flipped not to the devastating landing on her back, but rotated through to land on her boot soles. She immediately lurched forward and ripped Jasmine off her feet with a Clothesline.
Rounding on a dime, Susan came to face Sanders, but Kylie’s instantly in Burlingame’s face, literally, raking her nails across the eyes of the Ace. Shrieking in pain, Susan managed no defense when Ky dipped her head, slips it between Susan’s legs while wrapping her arms around the limbs, and lifted the Black Courtier onto her shoulders, this time half of Susan in front, the other half behind.
With Sue in position, Kylie dropped to her derriere and PLANTED Burlingame with the Iowa Waterwheel, Susan driven harshly into the canvas.
IOWA WATERWHEEL:
The elfin blonde spun to the splayed Burlingame and rolled the Rainmaker to her back, cradling a leg as she crossed her foe’s body and pressed tight for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Susan kicked loose of the Hated Hawkeye’s coils, much to the delight of the crowd and the consternation of one Demetria Andrews. “Enough playin’ around!” she slammed an angry palm against the apron. “Time to jack that cracker!” Sanders and Washington didn’t argue, indeed they looked quite delighted as they helped themselves to the heiress’s hair and peeled her off the deck. Stereo Toe Kicks let Ky secure the Front Facelock and gave Jasmine more than enough time to position herself on the taller woman’s six. A strong yank from the blonde got Burlingame’s vaunted stems to just shy of three o’clock, thus allowing her partner the space to sneak in and catch Sue’s ankles across her shoulders. Beaming from ear to ear as her charges prepared to put an indelible mark on a former World Champion, Demetria turned to the crowd and spread her arms wide.
“Check this shyt out, fools! You think the Kanes want any of this? Hell no! But they gonna get it any--”
A roar from the crowd returned Andrews’s attention to the squared circle just in time to watch Susan drive a second short kick into the crown of Jasmine’s skull! Stunned by the unexpected blows, J-Dogg tried to abandon her half of the Cracker Jacker, only now it was Burlingame clamping down on her with an impromptu Headscissors! The predicament didn’t last long, as the Ace halved her control, drew back her free foot and THWUMPED a heel straight into the rookie’s sternum. Washington grunted, then lost several steps in a drunken stumble when Sue pushed off with her plant foot and flew over Ky in a gorgeous arc that ended with her standing directly behind the startled Iowan!
Capitalizing before Sanders could regain her bearings, the Black Courtier laced both hands over Kylie’s chin, pulled the base of the lightweight’s neck against the point of her shoulder but rather than drop down into a Neckbreaker she flew into a gorgeous pirouette and drove the point of her right elbow into the side of Kylie’s skull with a resounding THAWHACK! Sanders’s hazel eyes glazed over in an instant and she went down like a puppet with cut strings.
HEIRESS'S ELBOW:
The elder Burlingame would’ve gone for a cover then and there if J-Dogg hadn’t stormed the scene with a Yakuza Kick aimed straight at the blonde’s mush! Sue dipped under the strike without ever shifting her feet, meaning she was already in position once Washington skidded to a stop and wheeled around. A single stiff Back Elbow to the breadbasket slowed the rookie to a grinding halt, not that Burlingame took her time muscling the shorter battler onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Movement at the edge of her peripheral vision swung the Rainmaker in search of a new target, but she needn’t have worried, as it was only the Interstellar Angel returned from her tour of the front row.
“Damn sis, did you sign enough autographs while you were out there?” Sue moved closer to her sister’s side of the ring, albeit not too much closer, as she knew Lily liked her distance.
Lily grabbed the top ropes, rolled her eyes. “Very funny. You gonna share that?”
“Of course.”
“Comin’ in hot!”
The Crimson Comet vaulted onto the top rope, sprang clear and soared over her target at just the right spot to THWHUMP a double Stomp into the back of Jasmine’s head! More than a little pleased with her sister’s opening salvo, Susan tossed Washington off her shoulders and dropped back with both knees raised to THONK Jasmine’s mug into those bony joints in a special edition of her Fireman’s Carry Facebreaker. Struck flush by a pair of fight winnin’ knees, Washington popped up into the air and damned near peeled off a back-flip before crashing down on shoulder and hip with all of the Hot drained outta her Bothered.
FIREMAN'S CARRY FACEBREAKER:
Kylie on the other hand was feeling reinvigorated or at least mobile enough to launch herself at Sue showing a double handful of gleaming talons. Burlingame made it a point never to take anyone lightly, however she didn’t bother to hide the smile when she stepped back and slammed a quick kick into Ky’s gut. “That was a big mistake trying to cash in on us, Sanders.” the Ace’s tone was conversational even as she reeled the gaping FAWN legend into a Standing Headscissors. “Now you’re gonna show all the nice girls in the tag division why they REALLY don’t want me and Lil’ on the same page. Ain’t that right, sis?”
Lily grinned, flattened one hand into a paddle and clapped a hard swat across Kylie’s vulnerable glutes. “Damn right, Sue. You set her up, I’ll knock her down.”
More than willing to oblige family in such a request, Susan coiled her arms around Kylie’s waist and lifted / spun her onto her shoulders in the stall position for a Powerbomb. Dangerous enough without any tinkering, the FAWNatics cheered fit to shake the rafters when Lily left the mat in a gorgeous vertical leap that saw her wedge both knees against the veteran’s defenseless back. Then she cupped her hands over the Pariah’s chin and dropped back with all her weight, utterly unnecessary considering how her oldest sister put all her considerable strength into driving Sanders down onto the Bomb’s waiting knees.
ATOMIC WARHEAD:
Caught in the dead center of an Atomic Warhead, Kylie bounced clear of the former Lightweight Champion and tried to ooze under the bottom rope only for Lily to snag her at shoulder and hip. “Don’t think so, jerk.” the youngest Burlingame snapped as she dragged the black-clad lovely back into the middle of the ring. “I owe you this one.” Lily stretched out on her prey’s chest, hooked both legs in a snug little bundle and held on tight for…
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Jasmine clambered to all fours and caromed into the cover straight-up JYD style to keep her partner alive for at least another three seconds. “Luuuuhhhh… leave her alone, beeyotch.” J-Dogg grumbled in beckoning Lily in for another round. “Your beef is with UUNNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Lily agreed wholeheartedly, as evidenced by the way she drove a lowered shoulder into Washington’s tummy and corralled her against the nearest corner with extreme prejudice. Susan noted the impact against the buckles, debated assisting with the double team or taking Sanders off the board. Family togetherness won out rather handily, yet she still took the time to snag Kylie by togs and tresses. “I’d say Emily sends her love,” she chided once the woozy warrior was on her feet, “but I honestly can’t remember the last time she mentioned your name.” Ky started to say something, alas Burlingame simply charged the strands and hurled her out into the void, the Rainmaker pausing only long enough to enjoy the THWHAP of Sanders’s landing.
Over in the far corner, Lily just kept feeding her shoulder into Jasmine’s abs, long after the tenacious rookie stopped pounding punches into her back. She was still at it when Susan strolled over and swatted her on the butt. “Go up top, Lil’. I’ll put this one on a platter for you.” The youngest Burlingame straightened up but it took another pat from big sis for her to hand over the reins. “I think you’re gonna do fine here, Jaz.” Sue said as she peeled the breathless rookie from the buckles. “Long as you don’t let Sanders and Andrews use you up, that is.”
This got nothing from J-Dogg, so Susan turned her around, dipped down low and wedged her head between opposing thighs. Straightening up strapped the brunette into an unpleasant Electric Chair, the same perch Lily occupied earlier in the battle. Only then there’d been a stretch of canvas between the heiress and her target, at the moment Washington was easily within arms reach of the Girl That Gravity Forgot. “Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?” Lily shouted over the roar of the crowd.
“Only one way to find out!” Susan joked.
Lily knew it to be true, so she tucked Jasmine’s head under her right arm and slipped both hands under the brunette’s biceps and laced her hands between Washington’s shoulders. Double Underhook complete, Lily pushed off the corner and flew with her sister in a beautifully coordinated half circle that got a whole lot uglier when Susan sat out for an Electric Chair Facebuster and Lily THAWHUNKED Jasmine’s forehead into the deck courtesy of a sky-high Burlingamebreaker! J-Dogg didn’t so much as twitch after the landing, not that Lily minded shoveling her onto her back and hooking the far leg for…
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TWO…
THREE!
“Ladies and gentlemen, Jasmine Washington has been eliminated! That means this is now a handicap mat--”
BWANG!
The sound of a steel chair colliding with Susan’s back killed the Burlingame’s buzz real quick, but it sure as hell brought a smile to Kylie’s hate-twisted features!
As Susan dropped to the canvas on her knees, her spinal column arching in pain, lil’ sis kipped to her feet, snarling at FAWN’s most hated and soon to be most dead. She surged toward Sanders, ready to tear the platinum blonde limb from limb, but Ky rotated to Lily and jabbed the top of the folding metal deep into the taut midriff of the high flyer.
The Crimson Comet doubled with a loud groan, the audible disgust of the crowd not able to conceal the guttural response to being gutted by Kylie.
Immediately, the Pleasant Valley Pariah dropped the metal chair to the canvas and wrapped an arm around the drooped head of the younger Burlingame. Steely in her efficiency, Ky rocked backwards, planting her back into the canvas while SPIKING the crown of Lily’s skull into the metal seatpan.
The sickening sound of skull to steel reverberated through the arena as Burlingame tumbled over to her back from the DDT. The Roseate Rocket spread into a lifeless spread-eagle, Kylie scrambling toward Lily’s motionless form. The elfin blonde hooked the brunette’s far leg as she slid atop Burlingame’s sweat-soaked frame.
With the Girl From Outer Space flattened beneath her, the FAWNatics watched in stunned silence as the official slapped the mat for…
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AND THREE!
Lily offered nothing in response, the huge dent in the chair offering ample evidence why. A still furious Kylie threw Lily’s limb away as if she were trash Sanders only touched because it was required to destroy her.
A few feet away, moving toward the Hawkeye, if still on her knees from the receipt of her own chair shot, Susan sent Kylie wheeling with a forearm shot to the jaw. As Sanders tumbled out of reach, Sue checked on her sister, lightly tapping Lily’s cheek. There’s no response.
A worried Ace carefully moved her kin toward the ropes and some professional assistance, but the EMT’s were still passing Jasmine off to her manager. By the time the caramel-skinned beauty was ready for ‘Chilly’ payback, Kylie was paying it forward, racing to Susan and leaping into a high knee that SLAMMED into Susan’s backbone.
Burlingame lurched into the ropes in front of her, chest first, and bounced into a forearm shiver to the back of her skull. Dropping to her knees, Susan leaned heavily against the steel cable just above where Lily was being checked by a handful of medics.
Kylie placed her left knee across the back of the Rainmaker’s neck, forcing Susan’s throat down on the middle strand.
“Look at dat, bytch,” Vanilla Chill shouts. “Da Man ain’t gonna be bookin’ any flights for her anytime soon.”
A gasping, choking Burlingame tried to respond, but with Kylie’s bodyweight being used to choke her out, and without the help of a disqualifying count, Burlingame didn’t have much to say.
“And it’s such a shame Emily doesn’t talk about me,” Sanders imparted loudly, returning to Burlingame’s earlier repartee, “course I don’t work the county fair circuit. You catch up with her, you give her my best. Tell her she finally found someplace where she could be considered smart.”
The FAWN original finally relented, dismounting the red-faced Rainmaker, only to sink her nails into Susan’s locks, yank her up, and NAIL her with a European Uppercut, snapping Burlingame’s head back.
Kylie grabbed a wrist of the wobbly Ace and sent her off to the opposite ropes with an Irish Whip. Keeping it simple, Ky waited semi-patiently for Susan to rebound off the ropes before she charged. Nearly ripping her foe in half, the platinum blonde bob of the Hawkeye nestled next to the tawny midriff of Burlingame as Sanders’ shoulder SPEARED the holy hell out of the bigger woman.
Susan’s lithe body folded around Kylie’s tackle and she’s driven into the deck with authority. In disbelief, the fans watched as Sanders mounted the heiress in a Schoolgirl Pin, Ky pressing her palms into Susan’s shoulders. The traitor nodded her head along with the slaps against the mat for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Susan shoved a shoulder up and rolled to her side under the straddling Iowan. Kylie cast the evil eye at the zebra, but the man held up the telltale two fingers.
“My ass,” Ky whispered.
Demetria was far more vocal but no more effective in convincing the referee he’s made a mistake.
Kylie, having moved on, pushed Sue the rest of the way to her chest and mounted in a reverse straddle, the hazel eyes of the Hawkeye looking down the sleek, sinewy stems of the Rainmaker with hunger and perhaps a little envy.
Ky raised her right arm high, clenching her fingers and waiting for the old familiar chant of “FARM…HAND” from the crowd. Instead, there’s a loud “TROLL” from the former Corps.
“TROLL…TROLL…TROLL!”
Kylie screamed at the rabble to shut their mouths but the chant only got louder.
As much to punish the fans as Susan, she sent her right set of talons digging into the muscle connecting Susan’s left thigh with the spectacular curve of her glute. Driving the Hammy Clamp in farther with a left hand on top of the right, Kylie ‘chewed’ her fingers into Susan’s lower limb, Burlingame unable to withhold a howl of pain.
Sue twined both sets of fingers in her own locks, yanking to spread the anguish as she turned wildly from side to side, trying to get a better view of her rider. She started to reach back to find a handhold on Sanders but came up empty.
“Give it up,” Kylie insisted, taking a moment to release so she could throw a series of pulsating punches into the aching upper thigh before reapplying the Farmhand to the glossy meat.
“Tell these people what you and I already know. That I’m the better woman AND the better wrestler.”
Burlingame did no such thing, but another clench of that cruel claw told the FAWNatics she was at least considering the possibility. Perhaps sensing this doubt in her opposition, Sanders removed the bracin’ hand from her wrist, curled it into a fist and landed several more punches, these directly to the defenseless curve of Susan’s glutes. “I said, QUIT, loser!” Ky hooked three fingers into the right leg hole of the heiress’s briefs, then yanked ‘em up by a good six inches or more!
“What do you say, Susan?” the ref asked after his charge wailed and slammed a frustrated fist against the mat. “Should I call for the bell?”
“Sounds like a good idea to me.” Sanders chortled. “Do it quick now, before I rip this fat thing to--” the platinum half of Hot & Bothered shut up real quick as the Ace planted her palms against the mat and raised her torso in what’s best described as a half push-up. Kylie looked over her shoulder, frowned and bore down on the Farm Hand yet again. “Don’t even think about it, rich girl. This leg’ll be done well before you reach the DAMMIT!”
Burlingame clawed forward anyway, the suffering heiress laboring to pull their combined weight to safety. Understanding there was no reason to try and talk sense with one of West’s brainwashed idiots, Kylie abandoned the wedgie and redoubled her efforts on the Clamp in hopes of breaking Susannah’s will before she got any closer to the ropes. Funny thing about the Rainmaker, much as she liked to tease the crowd with her antics, she was also keenly aware of the support they could muster, which was why she paused long enough to pound a fist against the mat. The former Kylie Corps took it up at once, offering the Courtier a thunderous baseline as she made her way inch by torturous inch.
Up top, an increasingly frustrated Sanders leaned down into that white knuckle grip, the Hateful Hawkeye putting every bit of her weight into finding the quit in Sue Burlingame. “GIVE IT UP, BYTCH! YOU’RE NOT GOING ANY--”
“BREAK!” Sue wrapped her hand around the middle rope and shook it hard for good measure. “Get Mom Haircut offa me, I’m in the ropNNNNGGHHHH!”
Sanders scrambled to verticality, grabbed the top rope in both hands and hopped up to THWHUMP a single vicious Stomp into the small of her rival’s back! Sue writhed and tried to protest to the official, alas Kylie cut that off with a slap and a double handful of hair. “Get up, c’mon skank, I said get your ass up!” Sanders barked as she peeled the taller grappler off the canvas with a series of jerks and tugs. Quick to bully her brunette into the strands, Ky slung Sue’s arms over the top, then bent down and laid claim to the Courtier’s left ankle. This she quickly hooked over the middle rope, thus leaving Burlingame vertical and vulnerable at the same time. “Congratulations, bitch. The leg lasted a little longer than expected. Hope you enjoy the crutches!”
The threat was barely out of her mouth when Sanders hopped up and came down with the ball of her left knee THWHUMPING into the pit of Burlingame’s left knee! The limb buckled hard and Sue would’ve gone down with it if Sanders hadn’t chested up on her and stuffed a hand in the heiress’s face. “Feelin’ tuff, Suzie?” she taunted. “Feelin’ like the baddest now that you’re on one leg with tears running down your UNNNNGGHHH!”
Susan pulled an arm off the ropes and drove the point of her elbow down onto the crown of Sanders’s skull. Kylie groaned and stumbled back, one hand to her aching noggin while Burlingame settled in on the ropes again. “Hate to be the one to tell you this, Ky.” the brunette said with a weary smirk. “But one legged me is still better than two legged--” she would’ve said ‘you’ if the Pleasant Valley Pariah hadn’t lunged with-- Susan leaned back, kicked both legs up and wrapped them around Kylie’s neck with a meaty ‘smeck!’
The punishment to her left stem meant Burlingame couldn’t manage her usual prolonged crush, so she settled for a single violent SQUEEZE that had the blonde’s cheeks burning bright red. With Ky and the ref working against her, Sue halved the Scissors, pounded a heel into the top of the blonde’s head and sent her staggering away courtesy of mule kick to the chest.
Sanders stumbled hard, almost took a knee before regaining her equilibrium near the center of the ring. Eyes locked on Burlingame the instant her vision cleared, the black-clad battler rushed in, dropped to one knee and unleashed a straight right hand on Sue’s midriff NO! Sue rushed out to meet Kylie and soared over her crouching form in a headlong dive that ended in a gorgeous somersault! Back to boot leather with only the slightest hitch in her giddy-up, Sue grit her teeth as she hopped forward onto her left foot and planted a side kick in Kylie’s tummy right as the surprised blonde turned around! The gut shot drove Sanders to her knees, leaving her at the perfect height when the Ace reloaded and THWHACKED a Low Super Kick off the side of her face! Sanders flopped out on her back in an insensate sprawl, leaving Susan to collapse atop her chest and hook the far leg for…
SIDE KICK & LOW SUPER KICK:
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Ky escaped with a whisper to spare, yet Demetria still leapt onto the apron and shouted, “What the f*ck’s with that fast count, asshole? I know you in da Man’s pocket and all, but come WHOOOANNNNGGHHHHH!”
Lily raced into view, snatched the manager’s ankles in both hands and yanked her down, leaving the unsuspecting medder’s chin to THWHUNK against the edge of the ring. Give the younger Burlingame credit, she didn’t take so much as a heartbeat to celebrate balancing the ledger, instead she spun around in search of a resurgent Jasmine. Good thing too, as J-Dogg had just hopped the rail from the first row and was stomping her way to the former Lightweight Champ with murder in her eyes.
“Your ass is MINE, little girl!” Wash snarled at her rival.
Lily snarled right back, kissed the tips of her fingers and smacked them against her hip. “Way too much for you to handle, Dogg Food!” Jasmine cursed, picked up the pace and threw herself at Burlingame just a Lily did the same, leaving ‘em both to drop in a snarling, slashing tangle on the thin blue mats.
Back in the ring, Susan filled her hands with Kylie’s hair and hauled her up alongside. “No numbers game this time, Ky. No chairs either. Looks like you’re finally gonna EEERRRGGGGHHHHHHH!”
Sanders stuffed a hand between Sue’s thighs and bore down hard enough to put the former World Champion on tiptoe. “I don’t think so, rich girl.” Kylie sneered. “YOU’RE the one who’s gonna learn she can’t OOOWWW!” The Rainmaker fought fire with fire or in this case a claw with a thumb, as she drove hers into the blonde’s right eye! Kylie yelped and backed off at once, both hands flying to her watering peepers. Completely understandable of course, unfortunately it left her quite vulnerable when Burlingame whipped around, took to the skies and caught the veteran’s skull in a Three Quarters Facelock. Already stretched out full length well before gravity reasserted itself, the Bankable Bombshell laid out flat to THWHONK Ky’s face into the canvas with an Ace Crusher, then somersaulted into a mount on her prey’s back and tucked Sanders’s head under her right arm! In the next instant she tossed Kylie’s left arm over the post of her left thigh, locked her hands behind the blonde’s neck and craaaaaaaaaaanked back on the Root of All Evil!
ACE CRUSHER TO ROOT OF ALL EVIL @ 1:06
“Whenever you’re ready girl, whenever you’re ready!” Sue taunted as she bounced her butt against the small of Kylie’s back. “Just reach out and tell that nice man you don’t want any more of--”
“F*CK OFF!” Kylie shrieked through clenched teeth. “YOU’RE NOT GONNA BEAT AAAAAAWWWW GAAAAAAAAAAAWWWD! AAAAAAAHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!” the helpless gladiator slapped at Sue’s constricting forearm, then at the canvas, but Burlingame didn’t toss her away until several seconds after the bell CLANGED the match dead.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via submission… LILY AND SUSAN BURLINGAME!”
On the outside Lily pushed herself off a partially smothered Jasmine and ‘snapped’ her trunks against her cheeks before sliding under the bottom rope to rejoin her sister. “Thanks for taking out Andrews, Lil.” Sue said once they’d exchanged hugs.
“Hey, thanks for taking out Kylie. Sorry I couldn’t be there to help out in the ring.”
The eldest Burlingame stepped aside and extended an arm to the mewling blonde. “Help yourself, if you’d like.”
Lily thought it over, shook her head ‘no’. “I’ll get another chance. Besides, when I put her down I want to make sure she’s got no excuses.”
Susan smiled. “Good plan, sis.” With H&B at least temporarily cooled and tranquil, the sisters treated themselves to several circuits of the ring, each clearly reveling in the thrill of a well earned victory.