Post by bigfan on Aug 7, 2017 2:07:29 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first, she is the challenger hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and ten pounds! She is the Star Strider, the Interstellar Angel, this is LILY BURLINGAME!”
Craning their heads toward the entryway like folks trying to follow the path of a racing comet, the FAWNatics let loose a delighted roar when the lights went down. From within that swirling, anticipatory murk came a thumping drum and a matched set of snapping fingers, the two bits of percussion bouncing to and fro in a rat-a-tat riff. A keening guitar note joined the beat and a few seconds later the situation got brighter in no small part due to the tongue of flame that licked at the base of the ramp. As the note held steady, the fire set off on a beeline for the top of the ramp. The wick shrank in time with the arrival of more guitars and an Earth-shattering KA-BOOM of red pyro that almost swallowed the first verse of ’Comeback Kid’. From the center of this flash and flame a figure emerged, shooting up from the floor to land flawlessly before the capacity crowd.
LILY BURLINGAME:
Launching herself from that brand spankin‘ new crater, Lily Burlingame pumped a fist for the crowd, then pointed at the ring and flew down the ramp in a blur of black, red and white. For her first crack at FAWN’s grandest prize and the wayward Innovator that held it, she wore gleaming black bottoms accented by swirling galaxies of stars done in blue and white. Her top was halter-style sports bra done in an identical scheme, the blue and white seeming to shimmer and twirl with her every move. Kneepads were matching black and also sported the galaxy motif, white on the left and blue on the right. Her hair, free of the mask that first made her famous, tickled the tops of her shoulders in a sleek, but slightly messy bob.
As eager to contend for the title as she was to test herself against arguably the most versatile grappler on the planet, the former Lightweight Champion was all smiles as she tore down the ramp then leapt from the floor to the apron to the top rope in the span between heartbeats. Bouncing from it as casually as the terminally grounded stepped off the curb, Lily hooked a sharp turn to the left, hit the adjoining set of strands and went soaring into a gorgeous back flip that set her back in the center of the ring. Then she was off again, the Roseate Rocket rounding on one heel to sprint to the far side of the squared circle. At the ropes in an instant, she caught the top and middle in both hands, leapt and twirled over the third strand in a Tiger Feint Kick that ’swicked’ through the air.
Back in the ring a heartbeat later, the youngest Burlingame sister strode to the middle of the ring, rose up on her toes and dropped to one knee, thumbing an invisible detonator as she did so. The fans responded with an appropriately thunderous ‘BOOOOOOOM!’ which left Lily grinning from ear to ear as she jogged over to Nick Castle for the customary check of pads and boots.
Quiet for a moment, the Announcer got things jumping again with the night‘s last participant. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Antonio Bay, California, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty seven pounds. She is the Innovator of Offense, the NorCal Sensation, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds and the current reigning and defending FAWN World Champion… JENNY JACOBS!"
JENNY JACOBS:
Hatred from all corners, the venom still fresh and especially potent several months removed from their former heroine‘s unexpected betrayal. Unmoved by their sentiment, the speakers kicked into ‘Invincible’ by Adelita’s Way and shortly thereafter the World Champ brushed the curtain aside to greet the enraged throng. Completely unfazed by the disgust of her former fans, Jacobs paused atop the stage where she undid the big belt around her waist and held it aloft one-handed. “That all you got? Noise and the clatter of a million keyboards?” she told the nearest camera, “Kiss my ass, losers. Better yet, sit back in your chairs and watch this sawed-off brat kiss it in your place.” With the mouth-breathers and knuckle-draggers firmly in check, she dropped the belt across her shoulder and started for the ring.
For this heated clash with FAWN‘s most gravity-challenged Lightweight, Jenny sported the new blackest night version of her ‘starstruck’ briefs as well as a matching halter-style top with the cups held together by a small metal buckle in the shape of a star. Her boots and pads were an electric blue while her hair was pulled back in a short, severe ponytail. More than happy to hold her golden prize under the noses of every slobbering loser on the aisle, Jenny veered off when she reached the shadow of the squared circle and dove under the bottom rope. On her feet in the blink of an eye, Jenny stormed to the middle of the canvas and raised the World Title one more time. Last month she’d proved that not even an old friend like Olivia Dare was safe from her savagery, tonight she meant to bring Lily Burlingame crashing down to earth once and for all.
The bell sounded and Lily didn’t just charge out of the corner, she flew. Momentarily stunned by how fast the challenger crossed the canvas, Jenny snapped out of it in time to lower a shoulder into the incoming brunette’s belly! Lily ‘ooofffhed’ and doubled over, then let out a little ‘eep!’ of displeasure when Jacobs straightened up with a Back Body Drop that sent her soaring over the top rope to the--NO! The Star Strider caught the top rope like it was a skyhook and used it to guide herself into painless landing on the apron directly behind Jenny. The cheers from the crowd told the Innovator what happened so rather than waste time with surprise or outrage she whipped around, lowered a shoulder and drove between the top and middle THWHACK!
Burlingame stepped down the apron to avoid the truncated Spear and made JJ pay for the error with a quick Soccer Kick to the chin. Jenny reeled backward, went to one knee, then grabbed the second strand to stand back up. She was still inspecting the canvas under her boots when Lily lined up in front of her, snagged the top rope and vaulted into a seat on the champion’s back. Jacobs had a moment to register the increased weight, then Burlingame hooked her legs under Jenny’s armpits, wrapped her up around the waist and flipped her onto her back with a Sunset Flip that hit like a Powerbomb!
SLINGSHOT YOSHI TONIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=euTUfpJdpvQ
Daring to wish upon this particular lucky star, Lily planted her calves atop the blonde’s biceps and leaned all her weight against those upturned haunches while Castle and several thousand FAWNatics counted off the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOO!
Jenny arched her back and somersaulted free of the cover just in time to avoid the quickest championship loss in the promotion’s history. Flying too high to feel disappointed over Jacobs’s escape, Lily popped to her feet, hit the ropes at top speed and somehow returned going even faster. Jenny didn’t even know what hit her that time. One second Lily was closing in, the next she’d dropped into a skid and THWHACKED her right heel into the side of her opponent’s skull. The Treymane Gang let out a loud cheer as the duplicitous blonde tumbled to her back, the former champ’s legion of fans most pleased to see ‘Ronnie’s ‘Cement Shoe’ used to bring the NorCal Sensation low.
They, along with the rest of the Red, White and Bruised crowd urged the challenger to go for a pin, but Lily was already on her feet and ready to leave them just as quickly. Positioned on the champ’s right side, the youngest Burlingame sister took to the skies only to come down with both feet on her opponent’s tummy! Jenny folded up in a ‘V’ then slumped out flat, leaving her a perfect welcome mat when Lily launched herself into the stars for a Standing MoonsaNO! Jenny rolled clear of the drop zone, but was so concerned with her escape that she didn’t notice the telltale THUMP of a body hitting the canvas. Or rather, she didn’t notice the absence of said THUMP. That’s because there wasn’t one. The Interstellar Angel noted Jenny’s escape during her ascent and adjusted so that she landed on her feet. Nonplussed by the miss, she stepped in and went airborne again, only this time she curled herself into a ball and 450 degrees worth of cosmic whoop-ass before stretching out to THWHAM down on Jacobs’s heaving midsection. Hooking the far leg on impact, the former Cherry Bomb tugged Jenny’s knee up to her chin in hopes of keeping it there for the…
STANDING 450 SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hlt9iYqD6ho
ONE…
TWO…
THR--
Jacobs reached out and grabbed the bottom rope, forcing Nick to break the count. Burlingame tossed JJ’s leg away and leaned back on her haunches, the first thing she’d done at something resembling non-ludicrous speed. “Those won’t save you next time, Jenny.” she promised. “I’ve got a Cherry Warhead with your name on--HEY!”
Still tethered to the bottom rope, Jenny pulled herself out onto the floor to catch a break from the challenger’s gravity defying nonsense.
“Bailing to the outside seems to be a habit for you now, Jenny.” the Crimson Comet noted. “Is that a new addition to your arsenal? Or has it always been there and you’re starting to use it since you’ve embraced this new gutless--”
Jacobs swiped a hand under the bottom rope, meaning to snag the challenger’s ankle. Lily raised her foot at the last second and brought it down just as fast to STAMP on Jenny’s hand! “OOOOOWWWW! GODDAMMIT BYTCH, GET OFFA MY HAND!”
The Innovator’s shrieks of protest didn’t exactly go unnoticed, but Castle allowed Lily a languid internal five count before he tapped her on the shoulder. “Ease off ‘Lil, she’s outside the ring.”
Lily did, though she remained close to the strands. “Yeah, she is. Seems to spend most of her time out there these days, have you noticed?”
Sore hand wedged in her armpit, Jacobs directed a baleful glare at the challenger. “My matches always end in the middle of the ring, brat. This one will be no different, just as soon as you back the f*ck NNNGGHHHH!”
Burlingame hopped, swung her feet between the bottom and middle rope and slammed a short Dropkick into Jenny’s chest. The strike hit solidly enough, but it didn’t create much separation because Jacobs managed to grab the apron for support. Didn’t bother Lily in the slightest, in fact, blonde proximity spurred her to slip out on the apron, where she wheeled around and raced to the other end to make sure she had plenty of momentum for the return trip. Of course momentum, speed and accuracy were three of Lily’s best friends and they didn’t betray her as she screamed down that narrow ledge with a Soccer Kick on her mind. No, her troubles were entirely Jenny’s fault, as the cagey champion spun aside half a heartbeat before Burlingame split the air where her head used to be.
Ever so briefly on the challenger’s six, Jenny reached up, grabbed the Star Strider at the knees and jerked her back so that she dropped into a surprised seat on the blonde’s shoulder. “Oh, this is a stop too early.” Jacobs growled. “You’re one floor down.” Then she hupped Lily off her perch and drove her forward and down into a THWHUNKING face on apron collision! Lily went weak in the knees and slumped against the edge only to have Jenny trap her in a Half Nelson / Half Waistlock combination. Yanking the challenger clear of anything that might let her slip free of what she had in mind, the NorCal Sensation powered the smaller woman high into the air, pivoted her hips and went down on one knee to fold Lily in half the wrong way with a Half Nelson Backbreaker!
HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6YcE4akKXY
The sympathetic groans of the crowd transformed into flat out concern when, rather than let her victim slop to the floor, Jenny bore down on the Half Nelson and used it to haul Lily to her feet. Turning so they were parallel to the ring (and so that every asshole in the front row could get a good look at the hurt on Burlingame’s stupid face) Jenny kept Lily’s chin snugged against her chest, then curled her free hand into a claw and sank it into the brunette’s crotch! “AAAAAHHHHHH GAAAWWWD!” Lily swatted at the talon with her free hand, but she was still too weak from the Backbreaker to manage any meaningful resistance. “LET GO OF ME YOU SKANKY UUUUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!” Jacobs gave the groin grip another squeeze, then dropped her hips and bridged back to sling the Star Strider up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with a vicious Half Nelson Suplex. The impact left Burlingame folded in a Matchbook and got Nick through the ropes in a hurry, the senior official wondering if he’d have to call the EMT’s less than four minutes into--
HALF NELSON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6P99a9dblNE
“Don’t be such a drama queen, Castle.” Jenny scoffed. “This chick is more super ball than woman anyway. Look, I’ll bounce her around in the ring a few more times, then you can count her out and we’ll call it a night, ok?”
“How about you actually win the match before you start making predictions, Jenny?”
Jacobs paused in the midst of scraping the challenger off the floor. “Watch your mouth, Castle.”
The ref answered with a count and though he started from the bottom, Jacobs had the stunned brunette stuffed under the bottom rope by the time he reached ‘FOUR!’ Jenny followed close behind, or at least she started to before changing her mind. Hopping to the apron instead, she took the top rope in both hands, lined up her shot and reentered the squared circle via a single huge somersault that THWHUMPED her down on Burlingame’s ribs. Perched on her opponent’s tummy in a damned near perfect Back Press, Jacobs hooked her right arm around Lily’s left leg and pulled it close for the…
OVERHEAD SLINGSHOT SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xVwIZeNU7I
ONE…
TWO…
The Interstellar Angel flicked her left arm around Jenny’s right bicep and ‘smecked’ right leg over the blonde’s right bicep. Just like that she slid backward onto her right side to stack Jenny on her shoulders for Crucifix strong enough for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Jenny’s frantic bicycling freed her from the pin by a margin so narrow Nick had to wave a warning sign to the Timekeeper. Driven to rage by the thought of losing her title on a f*cking flash pin, the NorCal Sensation scrambled to her feet and Lily joined her she turned the smaller woman inside out with a huge Standing Lariat. “That was clever, Lily. Impressive even.” Jacobs had her hand in Burlingame’s hair, all the better to wrench it back at an awkward angle. “You know you can’t stand and fight me without getting torched, so why not sneak one by me if you can? I’m sure Susan is proud of you.”
“Hhhrrrrrrgggghhh… I know she is, Jenny.” the Star Strider braced her elbows against the mat and started to rise. “So, who’s proud of you right NGH! NGH! NGH!”
The vindictive World Champion slammed her foe’s forehead to the deck three times and it might’ve been a full dozen if Castle hadn’t barked a warning about the hair-hold. Jenny didn’t argue, rather she shifted her clamp to the scruff of Burlingame’s neck and used that to haul her to verticality. A lowered shoulder welcomed the Roseate Rocket into a Fireman’s Carry and while the FAWNatics were certainly aware of the champ’s creative capabilities they were still surprised when she wedged a hand under chest and thigh and hoisted her burden into a flawless Military Press. What it lacked in height the Press made up in sheer audacity, those assembled powerless to boo the execution even as Jacobs turned to all four sides of the ring. “Don’t bother with your telescope for this falling star.” she taunted the crowd. “You’re close enough to hear this one scream all the way down.” Jenny tipped the challenger forward and dropped to one knee, the posted joint gouging deep into Lily’s abs with a heavy THWHUMP!
MILITARY PRESS GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRzAbUQWx7E
Burlingame bounced and folded almost at once, the force of her landing creating more than enough distance to return her to the canvas… if only Jacobs let her. Palming the former Cherry Bomb at shoulder and bum, JJ steadied her out for a moment, then grabbed hold and flipped Lily over so the small of her back was wedged against that hateful encroaching knee. “Not going to give up, are you?” the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds questioned as she pressed down on the smaller woman’s chin. “Don’t bother yet, I want to see if I can touch your head to the mat.”
To that end she shifted up and puuuusssshhed down on Burlingame’s chin and thigh. “AAAAARRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHH! Lily thrashed and writhed, the trapped lovely clawing and pulling at the wrist putting torque on her chin.
Not liking the shrinking distance between the mat and the crown of Lily’s skull, Nick strode over and tapped her knee twice. “What do you say, Lily? Do I need to call for the--”
“NO!” the heiress shot a hand up and waggled a finger for the zebra. “This isn’t over yet! I won’t give her the satisfactYYAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!”
Jacobs moved her hand from thigh to crotch and dug in with those glittering black nails. “You have no idea what sort of satisfaction you’re gonna give me, little girl.” she murmured.
“Ease off the trunks, Jenny.” the senior official chided after five long seconds. “You can do better than that.”
Jenny looked up from the work with a nasty smile on her face. “Is that an admonition… or a challenge?”
“It’s an order. Knock off the below the belt shite.”
Jenny sighed and rolled her eyes, but did as Castle asked. Of course the lack of claw hold still left the challenger stretched across her attacker’s knee which was exactly how the blonde wanted it. Moving her left hand to the base of Lily’s head and the right to a bracing clasp on the back of her thigh, the Innovator abruptly boosted Burlingame off her knee and into place across her shoulders. Justifiably concerned by this latest development, the Red, White & Bruised throng voiced their displeasure when the black-clad blonde hooked her right arm around Burlingame’s left ankle and pulled it close. In the same motion she released Lily’s chin, laid claim to her left wrist and cinched it tight enough for Jacobs to grab in her right hand. With the Star Strider’s left wrist and ankle quite tied up, Jenny cupped Lily’s chin in her free hand, pulled down and got to her feet.
WRISTLOCK ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGrKsJENqEQ
“It’s not quite La Reinera.” Jacobs admitted as she spun in slow, teasing circles. “But there’ll be plenty of time for that later, probably after I’ve showed you how to do that gaudy little Splash you like so much.”
Lily quieted Nick with another refusal, then set to work prizing apart her opponent’s grip. “Thuuuuu…. that’s your grand plan?” she scoffed through the pain. “With all the moves at your disposal you’re embarrass yourself by botching the WarheEEERRRGGGGHHHH!”
Jenny doubled down on the heiress’s chin and sank down into one, two, three deep squats. “Watch that ‘B’ word around me, rich girl. Botches are for high-strung little witches getting their asses stretched out in front of a worldwide audience.”
“Stuuuuhhhhh…. stretch me all you want, baby. Sydney puts us through drills that would break you in AAAAWWWWW GAAAAAWWWD!”
Jenny abandoned wrist & ankle control so she could form that hand into a claw and slot it between the challenger’s thighs. “Dammit Jacobs, what did I tell you about her trunks!?” Nick barked at once.
“Nothing illegal about making her beg, idiot. Don’t get hot, she’s not gonna last much longEERRGGH! ERGH! ERGH!” With both arms now free of the champion’s clutches, Burlingame cinched her left arm around Jacobs’s chin and cranked her head back as best she could. “Chhhh…choke!” Jenny rasped. “She’s choking NNNGGGHH!”
In truth Lily’s grip was a perfectly legal Chinlock, what wasn’t so kosher was the swipe she passed across the World Champion’s eyes! Credit Nick Castle’s dedication to fair play -- he immediately chastised Lily for the offense, not that it did JJ much good as the Interstellar Angel swung over and around, the youngest Burlingame sister flipping over onto her stomach even as she snatched Jenny’s noggin in a Front Facelock. Already moving fast, Lily kicked both legs forward for an extra burst of momentum as she laid out on her back and THWHONKED Jenny on the crown of her skull with a huge DDT!
Somersaulting backward onto one knee while Jacobs sprawled out in a trembling starfish, Lily put a protective hand to her trunks and drew several deep breaths as she tried to steady her respiration. “Jesus.” the heiress grumbled once she’d powered to verticality. “Since when did you become ‘the girl of a million crotch grips?’”
Jenny didn’t answer, she was too busy sucking wind after that massive DDT. Burlingame didn’t mind the lack of response, she wasn’t sure she’d be interested in anything this woman had to say for herself. “Well, there is one thing,” Lily noted to no one in particular, “but we’ll get to that in a little bit.” Over on her patch of canvas, the champ braced both elbows and took a deep breath in anticipation of sitting up. Unfortunately the Star Strider had other ideas and she implemented them at top speed. Charging in from the north, Burlingame leapt over her foe’s noggin and THWHUMPED her heels into the curve of Jenny‘s breasts! The Innovator ‘ooooofffffhhed’ and folded like Superman on laundry day, both legs shooting up so high and so quick Lily almost didn’t catch ‘em at the ankles. Almost. Balanced precariously on the champ’s suffering rack, Burlingame fired off a second leap, one that saw her kick both legs forward at the apex of her ascent. When gravity finally remembered to bring the brunette back down, Lily landed with tush directly above Jenny’s head and her calves driving down on the pits of the other woman’s knees. Trapped in a snug Reverse Matchbook in the aftermath of the Double Leg Drop, Jenny bucked and squirmed while Castle slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
Jacobs slid loose simultaneous with ‘TWO’, saving her reign with a full second to spare. Lily was on her at once, the smaller grappler playing it surprisingly burly as she snagged the World Champ under both arms and hauled her off the deck. Anyone expecting another round of flashy acrobatics found themselves disappointed when the Interstellar Angel buried a shoulder in the blonde’s belly and lifted her like a sack of potatoes! But any disappointment felt over the change of game plan faded when Burlingame grabbed Jenny’s ankles and folded them up so her knees were pressed to her glutes. It all looked rather awkward until Lily broke into a short run and went down on her knees, which consequently THWHUNKED the NorCal Sensation’s knees as well!
“EERRRGGGGHHH BYTCH!” Jacobs stood and promptly crumpled onto the throbbing joints as the sudden movement proved too much for her shocked stems. “Think you’re clever, brat?” the champ growled. “Even on my knees I’m still bigger than--” Lily planted on her left foot and flicked out a Buzzsaw Roundhouse that would’ve clapped Jenny’s skull if she hadn’t dipped her head at just the right moment. Straightening up with vengeance on her mind, Jenny--THWHACK!-- got knocked flat on her back when Burlingame spun out of the whiffed kick and followed it with a Basement Dropkick to her foe’s tits. The Crimson Comet was on her in a trice, snugging in for the Crossbody and hooking the far leg for…
LOW DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hry9waRWCus
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Jacobs jerked a shoulder off the mat, showing a bit more urgency than before. Leaned back on her heels, Lily showed Nick three fingers more to unsettle the champ than over any question of the count. Getting the answer she’d expected, Burlingame seized Jenny’s ankles and dragged her to the ropes cavewoman style. More than a little discombobulated after the Dropkick, Jacobs couldn’t fathom her opponent’s plan, but that didn’t stop her from locking both ankles around the middle rope the instant she felt set them down on the rubber-coated steel. “ROPES! I’M IN THE ROPES CASTLE, GET HER THE HELL HEY! WHAT THE F*CK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOUUUUNNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Lily wrenched Jacobs’s boots away from her lifeline and set them as they’d been prior, then stuffed a heel into the Californian’s gut to prevent further resistance. “I was watching backstage when Jules did this to you the first time.” the challenger huffed as she grabbed the bottom rope and yanked it over Jenny’s ankles. “At the time I thought it was a really cheap way to beat you, Pure Rules or not. Looking back, I wonder if she didn’t see then what the rest of us are seeing now.”
“Lily, what do you think you’re doing?” Nick actually had a pretty good idea of what she had in mind, but a little confirmation never hurt anyone. “You know I just can’t let you keep her tied up in the ropes.”
“Goddamned right!” Jenny barked. “Get me the f*ck out of here, Castle!”
Burlingame, who’d flitted out onto the apron during the ref’s questioning, grabbed the top rope and smiled. “Teeeeeeeeeeeccchnically you don’t have to let her out until I’ve laid a hand on her. And even then there’s the standing five count to observe.”
Nick fought to keep the smile off his face and succeeded, albeit barely. “What’s your point, Lily?”
The Roseate Rocket beamed. “Time me.” Burlingame vaulted onto the top rope, sprang that much higher and twisted her body a full ninety degrees to THWHAM the point of her left elbow into the champ’s sternum! Jacobs jolted, went to roll away, cursed aloud when the binding ropes kept her in place. Lily paid it no mind, she was already back out on the apron lined up for her next shot. Vaulting off the top as Castle’s count hit ‘TWO’, she turned parallel to the edge and brought the back of her right thigh THWHUMPING down across the Innovator’s throat!
“THREE! Wrap it up, Lily!”
Zebra didn’t need to tell Burlingame twice, she zipped through the ropes, peeled off her third perfect Springboard in less than five seconds and turned parallel to the ropes again, only this time she was facedown and almost touched her toes before stretching out to CRUSH her trapped opponent with a Frog Splash! Lily rolled clear, popped to her feet and raised the invisible detonator high overhead. Then she brought her thumb down and dropped to one knee to earn an earth-shattering ‘KA-BOOM!’ from the thrilled FAWNatics!
Jenny was far less enamored having played crash-pad for arguably the most dynamic lightweight wrestler on the planet, alas she’d burned through all her accumulated good will in short order and no one felt much sympathy when she curled into a gurgling ball after Castle freed her feet from the ropes. Indeed, it was mostly former Jacobites that cheered the loudest when Lily stomped back into the breach, grabbed her boots and draaaaaaaagged her to the middle of the ring. Rolling the bedraggled blonde onto her stomach like she was little more than an animate rug, the heiress planted her feet on Jenny’s thighs and angled the blonde’s shins against her own to keep them wedged in place.
“I looked up to you once, Jenny.” Burlingame admitted once the trap was set. “A lot of girls here did.”
“F*ck off with that ‘I let you down’ shyt’, Lily.” Jenny’d already wedged her arms in beneath her torso to defend against whatever poseur crap the challenger had on her mind. “If that belt wasn’t around my waist you’d be in catering tonight. Because we both know Veronica would never have given you a title NNNNGHHHHH!”
Lily crouched, placed one hand against the back of Jacobs’s head and pounded the other between her shoulders no less than a dozen times. “Wouldn’t need ‘Ronnie to GIVE me a title shot, JJ. I’d have earned one and we’d have torn the roof off this joint. I’m gonna do the same thing with you, only the crowd only cares about one of us.”
“Arrogant little bytch, you’re going to UGH! UGH UGH AAAAAWWWW FAAAAAAAHHHHHK!”
Lily slammed her palms into Jacobs’s kidneys until the blonde was forced to protect herself and then her hands belonged to Burlingame. Standing up in a flash, the Star Strider laid out on her back and muscled the groaning grappler high overhead in a Romero Stretch! “SHOULDERS!” Jenny roared in response to Castle’s question of surrender. “Check that f*cker’s shouldWHOOOOAAAHH!”
Burlingame dipped her knees and pushed to the right, a move that returned the NorCal Sensation to her previous tummy on canvas alignment. Of course it proved to be a rather brief reunion because Lily rocked back and hauled her skyward for another look at the overhead lights! Jacobs shook her head frantically ‘no’ even as the crowd raised the volume on their ‘TAP!’ chant to near deafening levels. As before, Jenny demanded that Castle keep a close eye on the challenger’s shoulders. He obliged her, but if the champ was looking for an easy way out, she was destined for disappointment as Burlingame made sure to keep one shoulder off the canvas. Jacobs’s second stint on the Romero was perhaps ten seconds old when Lily rolled to her right and once again set the suffering blonde on her belly. Instead of enjoying the brief reprieve Jenny fought that much harder, working her wrists back n’ forth in a desperate attempt to free at least one hand before the sawed-off little bytch “AAAAAHHHHHHHH FAAAAAHHHK!”
ROLLING ROMERO STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oc-dDe7SJk4
Burlingame muscled her up one more time, only now she set down on her butt and dragged Jacobs backward into territory the FAWNatics hadn’t visited in quite a while. “Don’t even think about it.” the NorCal Sensation’s demand was a bit distorted because her chin was wedged against her chest, the only defense she could muster in this particular arrangement. “You’ll never be her, Lily, no matter how hard you NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
The Interstellar Angel pulled Jenny’s together and drew her backward until the blonde’s head was within easy reach. Taking hold of the champ’s wrists in her left hand, Burlingame looped her right arm around Jenny’s chin and settled back on her haunches. It wasn’t quite the Whispering Scream (Syd would have left one arm free for her opponent to tap) but it still got a thunderous reaction from the crowd and Jenny as Lily bore down with all her might.
ROMERO DRAGON SLEEPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vH5nS1OLQrY
“Don’t wanna be anybody but me, Jenny.” Lily huffed as she tried to bend her rival into a lopsided triangle. “After all, Syd never submitted you for the World Title, did she?”
Jacobs didn’t answer, so Nick took that as his cue to check on the action. “How you doing, Jenny? You hanging on?”
Still no answer, at least not until Lily leaaaaaaaaned back on the hold. “NO!” Jenny barked. “I’M FINE, JUST SHUT THE HELL UP, CASTLEEERRRRGGGGGHHHH!”
Burlingame shifted her hands slightly, relinquishing control over the champion’s wrists so she could loop her right arm under Jenny’s right armpit and lock her hands in a snug S-Grip. “Tap out, Jenny.” Lily demanded. “Or do I have to add the Belly Claw too?” Left hand finally free, Jacobs waggled a denial to make sure everyone knew she wasn’t going anywhere. That settled, she grabbed hold of the brunette’s encroaching elbow and went to work sliding it over the point of her chin. “No way, girl.” Lily said through clenched teeth. “You’re going out and you’re going out now.”
An agonized wail from the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds as the Crimson Comet pushed out with her legs and pulled back on the Inverted Facelock. To make matters worse, she carried through on the threat of the Belly Claw, Burlingame’s left hand digging DEEP into the defenseless plank of her opponent’s abdomen. The cries of ‘TAP!’ were well beyond cacophonous, yet Jenny doggedly refused to concede. This particular hold had been personal and professional kryptonite for more than a decade, but she was damned if she was going to let just anyone slap it on her thinking it was an automatic victory. Digging deep into the reserves that’d help her become one of FAWN’s greatest post-merger stars, the black-clad blonde worked her fingers into the crook of Lily’s elbow and squeeeeeeeeeezed!
It wasn’t the immediate release she’d hoped for, but the coil on her neck loosened quite a bit. Of course Lily tightened up almost at once, so Jenny clamped down again and pushed as hard as she could! The scrape of the challenger’s elbow pad felt like it might’ve broken her nose, yet Jacobs counted it a small price to pay to crumple onto her forearms with the World Championship still in her possession.
Behind her, Lily Burlingame mopped a forearm across her brow and thought about her next move. The answer came quickly (as they usually did) and with no particular reason to linger on the canvas, she slid back and popped to her feet. With the length of her opponent’s body between her and where she needed to be, most women would’ve circled around. Lily hopped up and THWHUMPED both feet down on the small of Jacobs’s back before skipping clear on the far side. Rounding on the beleaguered battler, Lily twined her fingers in Jenny’s hair and hauled her to all fours, where she guided her into a Standing Headscissors. From there she leaned down, wrapped her arms around the NorCal Sensation’s waist and pulled her to her feet. A brief pause, then Burlingame bent her knees and lifted the bigger grappler off the-- Jenny kicked her legs until the challenger returned her to the mat.
Lily scowled, shook her head. “Don’t think so, JJ. You’re going up whether you like it or WHOOOAAAAHHH!” Jenny straightened up fast, palming her hands against the pits of Burlingame’s knees to make sure she didn’t fly clear in the process. With the challenger’s legs flanking her head, Jacobs freed her right hand, then shifted her hips so that Lily’s noggin ended up pressed against her right side. Palming the base of the heiress’s head to make sure she couldn’t wriggle free, Jenny raced forward, pushed onto her toes and dropped to her tush to THAWHUNK the back of Lily’s and shoulders into the thinly-sheathed plywood. The crowd bellowed in surprise and dismay, neither of which was enough to prevent Jenny from falling into a weary cover atop the starfished challenger.
SCHWEIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MxIXT38xi_A
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Lily rolled a shoulder off the canvas to keep herself in the match and further establish her main event bona fides. Angry but not really surprised, Jenny filled her hands with Burlingame’s dark hair and banged her noggin against the mat once, twice, three times. “You think you can out-work me on the mat, sweetheart? It’s time you learned why I’m the World Champion and you’re just Sue Burlingame’s little sister.”
The former Cherry Bomb grabbed at Jacobs’s wrists in hopes of freeing herself, but Jenny wasn’t about to let her have any separation after her narrow escape. Abandoning the hair once they were both vertical, Jenny fetched Lily a single angry slap across the mouth, then hooked her behind the knees and swept the challenger right back to the mat with a Double Leg Takedown. “Bet you’ve been doing a lot of submission training ahead of this match, right?” Jenny tossed Lily’s right leg away, quickly tucked the left shin under her armpit. “Probably working with everybody you could think of in hopes of preparing for all the different things I might do to you.” Jacobs dipped, lifted Burlingame into a near headstand, but instead of settling into a Half Crab she dropped the brunette onto her belly and stretched out atop her with Lily’s captured leg now folded awkwardly between the blonde’s clenched thighs. The wicked torque on her knee and ankle was enough to get an immediate reaction from Lily, not that Jacobs was done with her just yet. Pressed in heavy and mean against the smaller woman’s back, Jenny threaded her arms under the Roseate Rocket’s biceps, then locked her hands across the base of her prey’s neck and craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back to complete the Full Nelson STF.
FULL NELSON STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmOpM1am76Y
“You can tap out whenever you like,” Jenny cooed in the brunette’s ear, “just don’t think I’m going to let you go, not after you tried to humiliate me with that bytch’s favorite stretch.”
“Yuuuuhhhhhh…. you’re the one embarrassing yourself, Jenny.” Burlingame groaned as she struggled against the agonizing human knot. “And the World Title. It doesn’t mean shyt now that it’s around the waist of a cheating cowAAAARRRRHHHH!”
Jenny halved the Nelson, hooked two fingers from her left hand into the challenger’s mouth and pulled it to one side with a merciless fishhook!” Credit to Burlingame, she didn’t call the ref’s attention to the infraction or even try to yank Jacobs’s digits clear, instead she gouged an elbow into the mat and started dragging herself across the mat. The Star Strider might have ignored the infraction (or at least endured it) but Castle noted it at once and ordered a halt. “Get your fingers out of her mouth, Jenny. Or break the hold!”
Jacobs had no intention of breaking the hold, so she doubled down on the Full Nelson for a several seconds, then halved it again and twiiisssssssssted Burlingame’s nose like she meant to break it off! “Dammit Jenny, stop tearing at her face!” Castle demanded over Lily’s wails. “You think I won’t disqualify you?”
The Innovator knew that he would and while the idea didn’t bother her, she very much wanted Burlingame in her rearview mirror, so she returned to the Full Nelson a third time and wrenched the smaller woman’s neck back as far as anatomy would allow. “Tap out, bytch. Or I’ll put you through the sort of torture test Deschain only threatens.”
Reduced to little more than her fingertips and one knee for locomotion, Burlingame’s progress was awkward to say the least, but it WAS progress. Spurred along by the raucous ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ chants, Lily closed the distance inch by inch until finally she wrapped one hand around the bottom rope. “Ruuuuhhhh… run your mouth all you want, Jenny.” the challenger huffed. “Everyone knows Syd schooled you on the mat every single timNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Jacobs slammed the brunette’s face into the deck and scraped it back n’ forth until Castle threatened immediate disqualification. “Anything to say now, you piece of shyt?” Jenny growled down at her prey. “C’mon, let’s hear you--oh, I don’t think so.”
Lily swung sideways and slid onto the apron but her escape to the floor was interrupted by the champ, who reached over the top rope to snatch a huge handful of hair. Ripping the heiress to her feet over Nick’s protestations, Jenny pulled Burlingame’s neck over the top rope, slapped on a Front Facelock and pulled down, blatantly strangling her against the rubber-coated steel! Castle started a count without bothering with a warning and Jenny worked it ‘til ‘FOUR!’ Still bearing down on the rasping wrestler’s noggin, Jacobs helped herself to a handful of waistband and hoisted her high overhead for a vertical Sup--”NNGGGHH!”
Lily grabbed the rope with one hand, then brought her knee up once, twice, three times! The NorCal Sensation let loose and stumbled back a few steps, leaving Burlingame to drop back to the apron. Soon as she touched down, the Interstellar Angel leapt, twisted sideways and flicked out her right foot to THWHACK Jenny between the eyes with a vicious kick! Jenny’s head snapped back in a cloud of sweat-soaked hair and the rest of her followed in a drunken stagger. Turning her back on the ropes without thinking about it, Jacobs put a hand to her forehead and bent over to steady her balance. This proved a disastrous decision, as Lily raced to the nearest corner and sprang onto the top turnbuckle, landing so she faced the audience. No hesitation from the Roseate Rocket, she hurled herself out into the void in a gorgeous Moonsault! But rather than colliding with the champ’s exposed back, Lily caught a Front Facelock as she flew by and yanked the oblivious blonde into a skull crushing DDT!
CHERRY'S JUBILEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z34w0RuZqdE
Deafening cheers as Jenny somersaulted onto her butt, collapsed into a glassy-eyed starfish and offered no resistance when Lily rushed over and dropped down across her opponent’s chest. Both legs hooked, Burlingame folded Jacobs in half and nodded along with the ref’s…
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Jenny kicked loose and turned onto her belly, an act of strategy or exhaustion no one could say. Beside her, a wide-eyed Lily swept the hair off her forehead, then buried both hands in Jacobs’s hair. On her feet in an instant, Burlingame scraped Jenny off the deck and stuffed her into a Standing Headscissors. Lily leaned down, cinched her arms around the champ’s waist and flipped her ass over teakettle. No powering out this time, Burlingame kicked her legs forward and sat out to THWHUNK the crown of Jenny’s skull into the mat courtesy of a Piledriver! Jacobs slopped to her back and Lily was on her in a trice, swinging a leg over the blonde’s chest to plant her tush flush on the prone woman’s chest. A Half Matchbook made Jenny’s situation all the more dire, her reign slipping away to the beat of…
STRONG ZERO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZWC6V0479eo
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Jenny pushed her off and immediately collapsed again. Lily cursed, clambered to her feet and drove a frustrated stomp into the blonde’s tummy. “No, you don’t get to do that.” Burlingame stepped down harder as Jacobs tried to push her encroaching boot away. “All you get to do is suffer.” After several more seconds she stepped off, bent down and took possession of Jenny’s left wrist and ankle. Then she draaaaaaaaaggged her into the center of the squared circle and let the limbs fall limp to the canvas. Still quick in spite of her own numbing weariness, the heiress jogged to the nearest corner and once again leapt to the high rent district. Fans from the front row to the cheap seats sprang to the feet with cameras at the ready as Lily raised a fist to the rafters. A ringside cameraman honed in on the challenger’s raised fist so the FAWNatics could bellow ‘KA-BOOM!’ when Burlingame brought her thumb down on the invisible detonator.
The Girl That Gravity Forgot leapt into the lights, a beautiful corkscrew twist combined with the flawless back flip that marked the Cherry Warhea--Jenny pushed off the mat in a sort of sinuous bridge, caught Burlingame’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out to THAWHAM Lily flat on her face with an Ace Crusher from straight outta left field. The power of it might’ve bounced Lily onto her back if Jenny hadn’t maintained the Facelock and rolled into a seat on her prey’s lower back. Slinging Burlingame’s left arm over the post of her left thigh, Jacobs crooked her right arm around the brunette’s neck and CRAAAAAAAAAAAANKED back to complete the purloined hold. “TAP!” Jenny roared at the top of her lungs.
ROOT OF ALL EVIL @ 1:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
“TAP OUT YOU BYTCH!” Nearly folded in half by her big sister’s finisher, Lily reached out with her right hand, instinctually seeking the ropes even though they were well out of reach. Finding nothing, she grabbed at Jenny’s elbow and tried to push it over her face. Above her, Jenny shook her head no and slid back so she was seated directly on her victim’s butt. “Slap that mat, honey.” Jacobs hissed through clenched teeth. “Slap it or I’ll break your f*cking back.”
Lily pushed one more time, but another yank from Jenny put her head that much closer to her toes and so she did as ordered. Calling for the bell the instant Burlingame’s palm struck the canvas, Castle dropped to one knee in front of the victorious blonde. “Let her go or I’ll reverse the decision and hit you with the biggest fine I can imagine.” he ordered.
Jenny scowled but released the hold without comment, letting Lily collapse into an exhausted, mewling heap. Down to fumes herself, Jenny couldn’t quite muster the energy to stand, so she rolled Burlingame onto her back, scooted forward and buried her beneath a Front Face Sit as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL the FAWN World Champion… JENNY JACOBS!”
Jenny raised the J’s, turned them into birds, then snatched the belt from Castle when he brought it over. “If you could see anything, I’d tell you to take a good look,” the champion taunted as she snapped the big belt around her waist, “but since you can’t, might I suggest you just enjoy the grind and know that this is the closest you’ll EVER get to the World Title.”
In no condition to contradict the trash talk, Lily only moaned and pushed at the Jacobs’s glutes even when the Innovator gave her hair a hard pull. Jenny force-fed her backside for perhaps ten more seconds before pushing to her feet. Boots planted on either side of the challenger’s chest, Jacobs slapped the belt’s faceplate, then bent down, grabbed Lily’s top and peeled it off one-handed. “Welcome to losing in the Main Event, punk.” She slapped Burlingame across the tits, followed up with another swat to the face and would’ve done more if Castle hadn’t fixed her with a death glare.
Dismissing him with a snort, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds strutted away and raised her new trophy high. “This is mine.” She pointed to the belt around her waist. “THIS is mine. “And all this?” Jenny stretched her arms wide, indicating the whole of the arena and presumably everyone therein. “It’s mine too. Think otherwise? Step through these ropes. Once that bell rings, you belong to me.”
Craning their heads toward the entryway like folks trying to follow the path of a racing comet, the FAWNatics let loose a delighted roar when the lights went down. From within that swirling, anticipatory murk came a thumping drum and a matched set of snapping fingers, the two bits of percussion bouncing to and fro in a rat-a-tat riff. A keening guitar note joined the beat and a few seconds later the situation got brighter in no small part due to the tongue of flame that licked at the base of the ramp. As the note held steady, the fire set off on a beeline for the top of the ramp. The wick shrank in time with the arrival of more guitars and an Earth-shattering KA-BOOM of red pyro that almost swallowed the first verse of ’Comeback Kid’. From the center of this flash and flame a figure emerged, shooting up from the floor to land flawlessly before the capacity crowd.
LILY BURLINGAME:
Launching herself from that brand spankin‘ new crater, Lily Burlingame pumped a fist for the crowd, then pointed at the ring and flew down the ramp in a blur of black, red and white. For her first crack at FAWN’s grandest prize and the wayward Innovator that held it, she wore gleaming black bottoms accented by swirling galaxies of stars done in blue and white. Her top was halter-style sports bra done in an identical scheme, the blue and white seeming to shimmer and twirl with her every move. Kneepads were matching black and also sported the galaxy motif, white on the left and blue on the right. Her hair, free of the mask that first made her famous, tickled the tops of her shoulders in a sleek, but slightly messy bob.
As eager to contend for the title as she was to test herself against arguably the most versatile grappler on the planet, the former Lightweight Champion was all smiles as she tore down the ramp then leapt from the floor to the apron to the top rope in the span between heartbeats. Bouncing from it as casually as the terminally grounded stepped off the curb, Lily hooked a sharp turn to the left, hit the adjoining set of strands and went soaring into a gorgeous back flip that set her back in the center of the ring. Then she was off again, the Roseate Rocket rounding on one heel to sprint to the far side of the squared circle. At the ropes in an instant, she caught the top and middle in both hands, leapt and twirled over the third strand in a Tiger Feint Kick that ’swicked’ through the air.
Back in the ring a heartbeat later, the youngest Burlingame sister strode to the middle of the ring, rose up on her toes and dropped to one knee, thumbing an invisible detonator as she did so. The fans responded with an appropriately thunderous ‘BOOOOOOOM!’ which left Lily grinning from ear to ear as she jogged over to Nick Castle for the customary check of pads and boots.
Quiet for a moment, the Announcer got things jumping again with the night‘s last participant. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Antonio Bay, California, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty seven pounds. She is the Innovator of Offense, the NorCal Sensation, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds and the current reigning and defending FAWN World Champion… JENNY JACOBS!"
JENNY JACOBS:
Hatred from all corners, the venom still fresh and especially potent several months removed from their former heroine‘s unexpected betrayal. Unmoved by their sentiment, the speakers kicked into ‘Invincible’ by Adelita’s Way and shortly thereafter the World Champ brushed the curtain aside to greet the enraged throng. Completely unfazed by the disgust of her former fans, Jacobs paused atop the stage where she undid the big belt around her waist and held it aloft one-handed. “That all you got? Noise and the clatter of a million keyboards?” she told the nearest camera, “Kiss my ass, losers. Better yet, sit back in your chairs and watch this sawed-off brat kiss it in your place.” With the mouth-breathers and knuckle-draggers firmly in check, she dropped the belt across her shoulder and started for the ring.
For this heated clash with FAWN‘s most gravity-challenged Lightweight, Jenny sported the new blackest night version of her ‘starstruck’ briefs as well as a matching halter-style top with the cups held together by a small metal buckle in the shape of a star. Her boots and pads were an electric blue while her hair was pulled back in a short, severe ponytail. More than happy to hold her golden prize under the noses of every slobbering loser on the aisle, Jenny veered off when she reached the shadow of the squared circle and dove under the bottom rope. On her feet in the blink of an eye, Jenny stormed to the middle of the canvas and raised the World Title one more time. Last month she’d proved that not even an old friend like Olivia Dare was safe from her savagery, tonight she meant to bring Lily Burlingame crashing down to earth once and for all.
The bell sounded and Lily didn’t just charge out of the corner, she flew. Momentarily stunned by how fast the challenger crossed the canvas, Jenny snapped out of it in time to lower a shoulder into the incoming brunette’s belly! Lily ‘ooofffhed’ and doubled over, then let out a little ‘eep!’ of displeasure when Jacobs straightened up with a Back Body Drop that sent her soaring over the top rope to the--NO! The Star Strider caught the top rope like it was a skyhook and used it to guide herself into painless landing on the apron directly behind Jenny. The cheers from the crowd told the Innovator what happened so rather than waste time with surprise or outrage she whipped around, lowered a shoulder and drove between the top and middle THWHACK!
Burlingame stepped down the apron to avoid the truncated Spear and made JJ pay for the error with a quick Soccer Kick to the chin. Jenny reeled backward, went to one knee, then grabbed the second strand to stand back up. She was still inspecting the canvas under her boots when Lily lined up in front of her, snagged the top rope and vaulted into a seat on the champion’s back. Jacobs had a moment to register the increased weight, then Burlingame hooked her legs under Jenny’s armpits, wrapped her up around the waist and flipped her onto her back with a Sunset Flip that hit like a Powerbomb!
SLINGSHOT YOSHI TONIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=euTUfpJdpvQ
Daring to wish upon this particular lucky star, Lily planted her calves atop the blonde’s biceps and leaned all her weight against those upturned haunches while Castle and several thousand FAWNatics counted off the…
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Jenny arched her back and somersaulted free of the cover just in time to avoid the quickest championship loss in the promotion’s history. Flying too high to feel disappointed over Jacobs’s escape, Lily popped to her feet, hit the ropes at top speed and somehow returned going even faster. Jenny didn’t even know what hit her that time. One second Lily was closing in, the next she’d dropped into a skid and THWHACKED her right heel into the side of her opponent’s skull. The Treymane Gang let out a loud cheer as the duplicitous blonde tumbled to her back, the former champ’s legion of fans most pleased to see ‘Ronnie’s ‘Cement Shoe’ used to bring the NorCal Sensation low.
They, along with the rest of the Red, White and Bruised crowd urged the challenger to go for a pin, but Lily was already on her feet and ready to leave them just as quickly. Positioned on the champ’s right side, the youngest Burlingame sister took to the skies only to come down with both feet on her opponent’s tummy! Jenny folded up in a ‘V’ then slumped out flat, leaving her a perfect welcome mat when Lily launched herself into the stars for a Standing MoonsaNO! Jenny rolled clear of the drop zone, but was so concerned with her escape that she didn’t notice the telltale THUMP of a body hitting the canvas. Or rather, she didn’t notice the absence of said THUMP. That’s because there wasn’t one. The Interstellar Angel noted Jenny’s escape during her ascent and adjusted so that she landed on her feet. Nonplussed by the miss, she stepped in and went airborne again, only this time she curled herself into a ball and 450 degrees worth of cosmic whoop-ass before stretching out to THWHAM down on Jacobs’s heaving midsection. Hooking the far leg on impact, the former Cherry Bomb tugged Jenny’s knee up to her chin in hopes of keeping it there for the…
STANDING 450 SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hlt9iYqD6ho
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Jacobs reached out and grabbed the bottom rope, forcing Nick to break the count. Burlingame tossed JJ’s leg away and leaned back on her haunches, the first thing she’d done at something resembling non-ludicrous speed. “Those won’t save you next time, Jenny.” she promised. “I’ve got a Cherry Warhead with your name on--HEY!”
Still tethered to the bottom rope, Jenny pulled herself out onto the floor to catch a break from the challenger’s gravity defying nonsense.
“Bailing to the outside seems to be a habit for you now, Jenny.” the Crimson Comet noted. “Is that a new addition to your arsenal? Or has it always been there and you’re starting to use it since you’ve embraced this new gutless--”
Jacobs swiped a hand under the bottom rope, meaning to snag the challenger’s ankle. Lily raised her foot at the last second and brought it down just as fast to STAMP on Jenny’s hand! “OOOOOWWWW! GODDAMMIT BYTCH, GET OFFA MY HAND!”
The Innovator’s shrieks of protest didn’t exactly go unnoticed, but Castle allowed Lily a languid internal five count before he tapped her on the shoulder. “Ease off ‘Lil, she’s outside the ring.”
Lily did, though she remained close to the strands. “Yeah, she is. Seems to spend most of her time out there these days, have you noticed?”
Sore hand wedged in her armpit, Jacobs directed a baleful glare at the challenger. “My matches always end in the middle of the ring, brat. This one will be no different, just as soon as you back the f*ck NNNGGHHHH!”
Burlingame hopped, swung her feet between the bottom and middle rope and slammed a short Dropkick into Jenny’s chest. The strike hit solidly enough, but it didn’t create much separation because Jacobs managed to grab the apron for support. Didn’t bother Lily in the slightest, in fact, blonde proximity spurred her to slip out on the apron, where she wheeled around and raced to the other end to make sure she had plenty of momentum for the return trip. Of course momentum, speed and accuracy were three of Lily’s best friends and they didn’t betray her as she screamed down that narrow ledge with a Soccer Kick on her mind. No, her troubles were entirely Jenny’s fault, as the cagey champion spun aside half a heartbeat before Burlingame split the air where her head used to be.
Ever so briefly on the challenger’s six, Jenny reached up, grabbed the Star Strider at the knees and jerked her back so that she dropped into a surprised seat on the blonde’s shoulder. “Oh, this is a stop too early.” Jacobs growled. “You’re one floor down.” Then she hupped Lily off her perch and drove her forward and down into a THWHUNKING face on apron collision! Lily went weak in the knees and slumped against the edge only to have Jenny trap her in a Half Nelson / Half Waistlock combination. Yanking the challenger clear of anything that might let her slip free of what she had in mind, the NorCal Sensation powered the smaller woman high into the air, pivoted her hips and went down on one knee to fold Lily in half the wrong way with a Half Nelson Backbreaker!
HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6YcE4akKXY
The sympathetic groans of the crowd transformed into flat out concern when, rather than let her victim slop to the floor, Jenny bore down on the Half Nelson and used it to haul Lily to her feet. Turning so they were parallel to the ring (and so that every asshole in the front row could get a good look at the hurt on Burlingame’s stupid face) Jenny kept Lily’s chin snugged against her chest, then curled her free hand into a claw and sank it into the brunette’s crotch! “AAAAAHHHHHH GAAAWWWD!” Lily swatted at the talon with her free hand, but she was still too weak from the Backbreaker to manage any meaningful resistance. “LET GO OF ME YOU SKANKY UUUUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!” Jacobs gave the groin grip another squeeze, then dropped her hips and bridged back to sling the Star Strider up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with a vicious Half Nelson Suplex. The impact left Burlingame folded in a Matchbook and got Nick through the ropes in a hurry, the senior official wondering if he’d have to call the EMT’s less than four minutes into--
HALF NELSON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6P99a9dblNE
“Don’t be such a drama queen, Castle.” Jenny scoffed. “This chick is more super ball than woman anyway. Look, I’ll bounce her around in the ring a few more times, then you can count her out and we’ll call it a night, ok?”
“How about you actually win the match before you start making predictions, Jenny?”
Jacobs paused in the midst of scraping the challenger off the floor. “Watch your mouth, Castle.”
The ref answered with a count and though he started from the bottom, Jacobs had the stunned brunette stuffed under the bottom rope by the time he reached ‘FOUR!’ Jenny followed close behind, or at least she started to before changing her mind. Hopping to the apron instead, she took the top rope in both hands, lined up her shot and reentered the squared circle via a single huge somersault that THWHUMPED her down on Burlingame’s ribs. Perched on her opponent’s tummy in a damned near perfect Back Press, Jacobs hooked her right arm around Lily’s left leg and pulled it close for the…
OVERHEAD SLINGSHOT SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xVwIZeNU7I
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The Interstellar Angel flicked her left arm around Jenny’s right bicep and ‘smecked’ right leg over the blonde’s right bicep. Just like that she slid backward onto her right side to stack Jenny on her shoulders for Crucifix strong enough for…
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Jenny’s frantic bicycling freed her from the pin by a margin so narrow Nick had to wave a warning sign to the Timekeeper. Driven to rage by the thought of losing her title on a f*cking flash pin, the NorCal Sensation scrambled to her feet and Lily joined her she turned the smaller woman inside out with a huge Standing Lariat. “That was clever, Lily. Impressive even.” Jacobs had her hand in Burlingame’s hair, all the better to wrench it back at an awkward angle. “You know you can’t stand and fight me without getting torched, so why not sneak one by me if you can? I’m sure Susan is proud of you.”
“Hhhrrrrrrgggghhh… I know she is, Jenny.” the Star Strider braced her elbows against the mat and started to rise. “So, who’s proud of you right NGH! NGH! NGH!”
The vindictive World Champion slammed her foe’s forehead to the deck three times and it might’ve been a full dozen if Castle hadn’t barked a warning about the hair-hold. Jenny didn’t argue, rather she shifted her clamp to the scruff of Burlingame’s neck and used that to haul her to verticality. A lowered shoulder welcomed the Roseate Rocket into a Fireman’s Carry and while the FAWNatics were certainly aware of the champ’s creative capabilities they were still surprised when she wedged a hand under chest and thigh and hoisted her burden into a flawless Military Press. What it lacked in height the Press made up in sheer audacity, those assembled powerless to boo the execution even as Jacobs turned to all four sides of the ring. “Don’t bother with your telescope for this falling star.” she taunted the crowd. “You’re close enough to hear this one scream all the way down.” Jenny tipped the challenger forward and dropped to one knee, the posted joint gouging deep into Lily’s abs with a heavy THWHUMP!
MILITARY PRESS GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRzAbUQWx7E
Burlingame bounced and folded almost at once, the force of her landing creating more than enough distance to return her to the canvas… if only Jacobs let her. Palming the former Cherry Bomb at shoulder and bum, JJ steadied her out for a moment, then grabbed hold and flipped Lily over so the small of her back was wedged against that hateful encroaching knee. “Not going to give up, are you?” the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds questioned as she pressed down on the smaller woman’s chin. “Don’t bother yet, I want to see if I can touch your head to the mat.”
To that end she shifted up and puuuusssshhed down on Burlingame’s chin and thigh. “AAAAARRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHH! Lily thrashed and writhed, the trapped lovely clawing and pulling at the wrist putting torque on her chin.
Not liking the shrinking distance between the mat and the crown of Lily’s skull, Nick strode over and tapped her knee twice. “What do you say, Lily? Do I need to call for the--”
“NO!” the heiress shot a hand up and waggled a finger for the zebra. “This isn’t over yet! I won’t give her the satisfactYYAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!”
Jacobs moved her hand from thigh to crotch and dug in with those glittering black nails. “You have no idea what sort of satisfaction you’re gonna give me, little girl.” she murmured.
“Ease off the trunks, Jenny.” the senior official chided after five long seconds. “You can do better than that.”
Jenny looked up from the work with a nasty smile on her face. “Is that an admonition… or a challenge?”
“It’s an order. Knock off the below the belt shite.”
Jenny sighed and rolled her eyes, but did as Castle asked. Of course the lack of claw hold still left the challenger stretched across her attacker’s knee which was exactly how the blonde wanted it. Moving her left hand to the base of Lily’s head and the right to a bracing clasp on the back of her thigh, the Innovator abruptly boosted Burlingame off her knee and into place across her shoulders. Justifiably concerned by this latest development, the Red, White & Bruised throng voiced their displeasure when the black-clad blonde hooked her right arm around Burlingame’s left ankle and pulled it close. In the same motion she released Lily’s chin, laid claim to her left wrist and cinched it tight enough for Jacobs to grab in her right hand. With the Star Strider’s left wrist and ankle quite tied up, Jenny cupped Lily’s chin in her free hand, pulled down and got to her feet.
WRISTLOCK ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGrKsJENqEQ
“It’s not quite La Reinera.” Jacobs admitted as she spun in slow, teasing circles. “But there’ll be plenty of time for that later, probably after I’ve showed you how to do that gaudy little Splash you like so much.”
Lily quieted Nick with another refusal, then set to work prizing apart her opponent’s grip. “Thuuuuu…. that’s your grand plan?” she scoffed through the pain. “With all the moves at your disposal you’re embarrass yourself by botching the WarheEEERRRGGGGHHHH!”
Jenny doubled down on the heiress’s chin and sank down into one, two, three deep squats. “Watch that ‘B’ word around me, rich girl. Botches are for high-strung little witches getting their asses stretched out in front of a worldwide audience.”
“Stuuuuhhhhh…. stretch me all you want, baby. Sydney puts us through drills that would break you in AAAAWWWWW GAAAAAWWWD!”
Jenny abandoned wrist & ankle control so she could form that hand into a claw and slot it between the challenger’s thighs. “Dammit Jacobs, what did I tell you about her trunks!?” Nick barked at once.
“Nothing illegal about making her beg, idiot. Don’t get hot, she’s not gonna last much longEERRGGH! ERGH! ERGH!” With both arms now free of the champion’s clutches, Burlingame cinched her left arm around Jacobs’s chin and cranked her head back as best she could. “Chhhh…choke!” Jenny rasped. “She’s choking NNNGGGHH!”
In truth Lily’s grip was a perfectly legal Chinlock, what wasn’t so kosher was the swipe she passed across the World Champion’s eyes! Credit Nick Castle’s dedication to fair play -- he immediately chastised Lily for the offense, not that it did JJ much good as the Interstellar Angel swung over and around, the youngest Burlingame sister flipping over onto her stomach even as she snatched Jenny’s noggin in a Front Facelock. Already moving fast, Lily kicked both legs forward for an extra burst of momentum as she laid out on her back and THWHONKED Jenny on the crown of her skull with a huge DDT!
Somersaulting backward onto one knee while Jacobs sprawled out in a trembling starfish, Lily put a protective hand to her trunks and drew several deep breaths as she tried to steady her respiration. “Jesus.” the heiress grumbled once she’d powered to verticality. “Since when did you become ‘the girl of a million crotch grips?’”
Jenny didn’t answer, she was too busy sucking wind after that massive DDT. Burlingame didn’t mind the lack of response, she wasn’t sure she’d be interested in anything this woman had to say for herself. “Well, there is one thing,” Lily noted to no one in particular, “but we’ll get to that in a little bit.” Over on her patch of canvas, the champ braced both elbows and took a deep breath in anticipation of sitting up. Unfortunately the Star Strider had other ideas and she implemented them at top speed. Charging in from the north, Burlingame leapt over her foe’s noggin and THWHUMPED her heels into the curve of Jenny‘s breasts! The Innovator ‘ooooofffffhhed’ and folded like Superman on laundry day, both legs shooting up so high and so quick Lily almost didn’t catch ‘em at the ankles. Almost. Balanced precariously on the champ’s suffering rack, Burlingame fired off a second leap, one that saw her kick both legs forward at the apex of her ascent. When gravity finally remembered to bring the brunette back down, Lily landed with tush directly above Jenny’s head and her calves driving down on the pits of the other woman’s knees. Trapped in a snug Reverse Matchbook in the aftermath of the Double Leg Drop, Jenny bucked and squirmed while Castle slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
Jacobs slid loose simultaneous with ‘TWO’, saving her reign with a full second to spare. Lily was on her at once, the smaller grappler playing it surprisingly burly as she snagged the World Champ under both arms and hauled her off the deck. Anyone expecting another round of flashy acrobatics found themselves disappointed when the Interstellar Angel buried a shoulder in the blonde’s belly and lifted her like a sack of potatoes! But any disappointment felt over the change of game plan faded when Burlingame grabbed Jenny’s ankles and folded them up so her knees were pressed to her glutes. It all looked rather awkward until Lily broke into a short run and went down on her knees, which consequently THWHUNKED the NorCal Sensation’s knees as well!
“EERRRGGGGHHH BYTCH!” Jacobs stood and promptly crumpled onto the throbbing joints as the sudden movement proved too much for her shocked stems. “Think you’re clever, brat?” the champ growled. “Even on my knees I’m still bigger than--” Lily planted on her left foot and flicked out a Buzzsaw Roundhouse that would’ve clapped Jenny’s skull if she hadn’t dipped her head at just the right moment. Straightening up with vengeance on her mind, Jenny--THWHACK!-- got knocked flat on her back when Burlingame spun out of the whiffed kick and followed it with a Basement Dropkick to her foe’s tits. The Crimson Comet was on her in a trice, snugging in for the Crossbody and hooking the far leg for…
LOW DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hry9waRWCus
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Jacobs jerked a shoulder off the mat, showing a bit more urgency than before. Leaned back on her heels, Lily showed Nick three fingers more to unsettle the champ than over any question of the count. Getting the answer she’d expected, Burlingame seized Jenny’s ankles and dragged her to the ropes cavewoman style. More than a little discombobulated after the Dropkick, Jacobs couldn’t fathom her opponent’s plan, but that didn’t stop her from locking both ankles around the middle rope the instant she felt set them down on the rubber-coated steel. “ROPES! I’M IN THE ROPES CASTLE, GET HER THE HELL HEY! WHAT THE F*CK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOUUUUNNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Lily wrenched Jacobs’s boots away from her lifeline and set them as they’d been prior, then stuffed a heel into the Californian’s gut to prevent further resistance. “I was watching backstage when Jules did this to you the first time.” the challenger huffed as she grabbed the bottom rope and yanked it over Jenny’s ankles. “At the time I thought it was a really cheap way to beat you, Pure Rules or not. Looking back, I wonder if she didn’t see then what the rest of us are seeing now.”
“Lily, what do you think you’re doing?” Nick actually had a pretty good idea of what she had in mind, but a little confirmation never hurt anyone. “You know I just can’t let you keep her tied up in the ropes.”
“Goddamned right!” Jenny barked. “Get me the f*ck out of here, Castle!”
Burlingame, who’d flitted out onto the apron during the ref’s questioning, grabbed the top rope and smiled. “Teeeeeeeeeeeccchnically you don’t have to let her out until I’ve laid a hand on her. And even then there’s the standing five count to observe.”
Nick fought to keep the smile off his face and succeeded, albeit barely. “What’s your point, Lily?”
The Roseate Rocket beamed. “Time me.” Burlingame vaulted onto the top rope, sprang that much higher and twisted her body a full ninety degrees to THWHAM the point of her left elbow into the champ’s sternum! Jacobs jolted, went to roll away, cursed aloud when the binding ropes kept her in place. Lily paid it no mind, she was already back out on the apron lined up for her next shot. Vaulting off the top as Castle’s count hit ‘TWO’, she turned parallel to the edge and brought the back of her right thigh THWHUMPING down across the Innovator’s throat!
“THREE! Wrap it up, Lily!”
Zebra didn’t need to tell Burlingame twice, she zipped through the ropes, peeled off her third perfect Springboard in less than five seconds and turned parallel to the ropes again, only this time she was facedown and almost touched her toes before stretching out to CRUSH her trapped opponent with a Frog Splash! Lily rolled clear, popped to her feet and raised the invisible detonator high overhead. Then she brought her thumb down and dropped to one knee to earn an earth-shattering ‘KA-BOOM!’ from the thrilled FAWNatics!
Jenny was far less enamored having played crash-pad for arguably the most dynamic lightweight wrestler on the planet, alas she’d burned through all her accumulated good will in short order and no one felt much sympathy when she curled into a gurgling ball after Castle freed her feet from the ropes. Indeed, it was mostly former Jacobites that cheered the loudest when Lily stomped back into the breach, grabbed her boots and draaaaaaaagged her to the middle of the ring. Rolling the bedraggled blonde onto her stomach like she was little more than an animate rug, the heiress planted her feet on Jenny’s thighs and angled the blonde’s shins against her own to keep them wedged in place.
“I looked up to you once, Jenny.” Burlingame admitted once the trap was set. “A lot of girls here did.”
“F*ck off with that ‘I let you down’ shyt’, Lily.” Jenny’d already wedged her arms in beneath her torso to defend against whatever poseur crap the challenger had on her mind. “If that belt wasn’t around my waist you’d be in catering tonight. Because we both know Veronica would never have given you a title NNNNGHHHHH!”
Lily crouched, placed one hand against the back of Jacobs’s head and pounded the other between her shoulders no less than a dozen times. “Wouldn’t need ‘Ronnie to GIVE me a title shot, JJ. I’d have earned one and we’d have torn the roof off this joint. I’m gonna do the same thing with you, only the crowd only cares about one of us.”
“Arrogant little bytch, you’re going to UGH! UGH UGH AAAAAWWWW FAAAAAAAHHHHHK!”
Lily slammed her palms into Jacobs’s kidneys until the blonde was forced to protect herself and then her hands belonged to Burlingame. Standing up in a flash, the Star Strider laid out on her back and muscled the groaning grappler high overhead in a Romero Stretch! “SHOULDERS!” Jenny roared in response to Castle’s question of surrender. “Check that f*cker’s shouldWHOOOOAAAHH!”
Burlingame dipped her knees and pushed to the right, a move that returned the NorCal Sensation to her previous tummy on canvas alignment. Of course it proved to be a rather brief reunion because Lily rocked back and hauled her skyward for another look at the overhead lights! Jacobs shook her head frantically ‘no’ even as the crowd raised the volume on their ‘TAP!’ chant to near deafening levels. As before, Jenny demanded that Castle keep a close eye on the challenger’s shoulders. He obliged her, but if the champ was looking for an easy way out, she was destined for disappointment as Burlingame made sure to keep one shoulder off the canvas. Jacobs’s second stint on the Romero was perhaps ten seconds old when Lily rolled to her right and once again set the suffering blonde on her belly. Instead of enjoying the brief reprieve Jenny fought that much harder, working her wrists back n’ forth in a desperate attempt to free at least one hand before the sawed-off little bytch “AAAAAHHHHHHHH FAAAAAHHHK!”
ROLLING ROMERO STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oc-dDe7SJk4
Burlingame muscled her up one more time, only now she set down on her butt and dragged Jacobs backward into territory the FAWNatics hadn’t visited in quite a while. “Don’t even think about it.” the NorCal Sensation’s demand was a bit distorted because her chin was wedged against her chest, the only defense she could muster in this particular arrangement. “You’ll never be her, Lily, no matter how hard you NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
The Interstellar Angel pulled Jenny’s together and drew her backward until the blonde’s head was within easy reach. Taking hold of the champ’s wrists in her left hand, Burlingame looped her right arm around Jenny’s chin and settled back on her haunches. It wasn’t quite the Whispering Scream (Syd would have left one arm free for her opponent to tap) but it still got a thunderous reaction from the crowd and Jenny as Lily bore down with all her might.
ROMERO DRAGON SLEEPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vH5nS1OLQrY
“Don’t wanna be anybody but me, Jenny.” Lily huffed as she tried to bend her rival into a lopsided triangle. “After all, Syd never submitted you for the World Title, did she?”
Jacobs didn’t answer, so Nick took that as his cue to check on the action. “How you doing, Jenny? You hanging on?”
Still no answer, at least not until Lily leaaaaaaaaned back on the hold. “NO!” Jenny barked. “I’M FINE, JUST SHUT THE HELL UP, CASTLEEERRRRGGGGGHHHH!”
Burlingame shifted her hands slightly, relinquishing control over the champion’s wrists so she could loop her right arm under Jenny’s right armpit and lock her hands in a snug S-Grip. “Tap out, Jenny.” Lily demanded. “Or do I have to add the Belly Claw too?” Left hand finally free, Jacobs waggled a denial to make sure everyone knew she wasn’t going anywhere. That settled, she grabbed hold of the brunette’s encroaching elbow and went to work sliding it over the point of her chin. “No way, girl.” Lily said through clenched teeth. “You’re going out and you’re going out now.”
An agonized wail from the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds as the Crimson Comet pushed out with her legs and pulled back on the Inverted Facelock. To make matters worse, she carried through on the threat of the Belly Claw, Burlingame’s left hand digging DEEP into the defenseless plank of her opponent’s abdomen. The cries of ‘TAP!’ were well beyond cacophonous, yet Jenny doggedly refused to concede. This particular hold had been personal and professional kryptonite for more than a decade, but she was damned if she was going to let just anyone slap it on her thinking it was an automatic victory. Digging deep into the reserves that’d help her become one of FAWN’s greatest post-merger stars, the black-clad blonde worked her fingers into the crook of Lily’s elbow and squeeeeeeeeeezed!
It wasn’t the immediate release she’d hoped for, but the coil on her neck loosened quite a bit. Of course Lily tightened up almost at once, so Jenny clamped down again and pushed as hard as she could! The scrape of the challenger’s elbow pad felt like it might’ve broken her nose, yet Jacobs counted it a small price to pay to crumple onto her forearms with the World Championship still in her possession.
Behind her, Lily Burlingame mopped a forearm across her brow and thought about her next move. The answer came quickly (as they usually did) and with no particular reason to linger on the canvas, she slid back and popped to her feet. With the length of her opponent’s body between her and where she needed to be, most women would’ve circled around. Lily hopped up and THWHUMPED both feet down on the small of Jacobs’s back before skipping clear on the far side. Rounding on the beleaguered battler, Lily twined her fingers in Jenny’s hair and hauled her to all fours, where she guided her into a Standing Headscissors. From there she leaned down, wrapped her arms around the NorCal Sensation’s waist and pulled her to her feet. A brief pause, then Burlingame bent her knees and lifted the bigger grappler off the-- Jenny kicked her legs until the challenger returned her to the mat.
Lily scowled, shook her head. “Don’t think so, JJ. You’re going up whether you like it or WHOOOAAAAHHH!” Jenny straightened up fast, palming her hands against the pits of Burlingame’s knees to make sure she didn’t fly clear in the process. With the challenger’s legs flanking her head, Jacobs freed her right hand, then shifted her hips so that Lily’s noggin ended up pressed against her right side. Palming the base of the heiress’s head to make sure she couldn’t wriggle free, Jenny raced forward, pushed onto her toes and dropped to her tush to THAWHUNK the back of Lily’s and shoulders into the thinly-sheathed plywood. The crowd bellowed in surprise and dismay, neither of which was enough to prevent Jenny from falling into a weary cover atop the starfished challenger.
SCHWEIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MxIXT38xi_A
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lily rolled a shoulder off the canvas to keep herself in the match and further establish her main event bona fides. Angry but not really surprised, Jenny filled her hands with Burlingame’s dark hair and banged her noggin against the mat once, twice, three times. “You think you can out-work me on the mat, sweetheart? It’s time you learned why I’m the World Champion and you’re just Sue Burlingame’s little sister.”
The former Cherry Bomb grabbed at Jacobs’s wrists in hopes of freeing herself, but Jenny wasn’t about to let her have any separation after her narrow escape. Abandoning the hair once they were both vertical, Jenny fetched Lily a single angry slap across the mouth, then hooked her behind the knees and swept the challenger right back to the mat with a Double Leg Takedown. “Bet you’ve been doing a lot of submission training ahead of this match, right?” Jenny tossed Lily’s right leg away, quickly tucked the left shin under her armpit. “Probably working with everybody you could think of in hopes of preparing for all the different things I might do to you.” Jacobs dipped, lifted Burlingame into a near headstand, but instead of settling into a Half Crab she dropped the brunette onto her belly and stretched out atop her with Lily’s captured leg now folded awkwardly between the blonde’s clenched thighs. The wicked torque on her knee and ankle was enough to get an immediate reaction from Lily, not that Jacobs was done with her just yet. Pressed in heavy and mean against the smaller woman’s back, Jenny threaded her arms under the Roseate Rocket’s biceps, then locked her hands across the base of her prey’s neck and craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back to complete the Full Nelson STF.
FULL NELSON STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmOpM1am76Y
“You can tap out whenever you like,” Jenny cooed in the brunette’s ear, “just don’t think I’m going to let you go, not after you tried to humiliate me with that bytch’s favorite stretch.”
“Yuuuuhhhhhh…. you’re the one embarrassing yourself, Jenny.” Burlingame groaned as she struggled against the agonizing human knot. “And the World Title. It doesn’t mean shyt now that it’s around the waist of a cheating cowAAAARRRRHHHH!”
Jenny halved the Nelson, hooked two fingers from her left hand into the challenger’s mouth and pulled it to one side with a merciless fishhook!” Credit to Burlingame, she didn’t call the ref’s attention to the infraction or even try to yank Jacobs’s digits clear, instead she gouged an elbow into the mat and started dragging herself across the mat. The Star Strider might have ignored the infraction (or at least endured it) but Castle noted it at once and ordered a halt. “Get your fingers out of her mouth, Jenny. Or break the hold!”
Jacobs had no intention of breaking the hold, so she doubled down on the Full Nelson for a several seconds, then halved it again and twiiisssssssssted Burlingame’s nose like she meant to break it off! “Dammit Jenny, stop tearing at her face!” Castle demanded over Lily’s wails. “You think I won’t disqualify you?”
The Innovator knew that he would and while the idea didn’t bother her, she very much wanted Burlingame in her rearview mirror, so she returned to the Full Nelson a third time and wrenched the smaller woman’s neck back as far as anatomy would allow. “Tap out, bytch. Or I’ll put you through the sort of torture test Deschain only threatens.”
Reduced to little more than her fingertips and one knee for locomotion, Burlingame’s progress was awkward to say the least, but it WAS progress. Spurred along by the raucous ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ chants, Lily closed the distance inch by inch until finally she wrapped one hand around the bottom rope. “Ruuuuhhhh… run your mouth all you want, Jenny.” the challenger huffed. “Everyone knows Syd schooled you on the mat every single timNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Jacobs slammed the brunette’s face into the deck and scraped it back n’ forth until Castle threatened immediate disqualification. “Anything to say now, you piece of shyt?” Jenny growled down at her prey. “C’mon, let’s hear you--oh, I don’t think so.”
Lily swung sideways and slid onto the apron but her escape to the floor was interrupted by the champ, who reached over the top rope to snatch a huge handful of hair. Ripping the heiress to her feet over Nick’s protestations, Jenny pulled Burlingame’s neck over the top rope, slapped on a Front Facelock and pulled down, blatantly strangling her against the rubber-coated steel! Castle started a count without bothering with a warning and Jenny worked it ‘til ‘FOUR!’ Still bearing down on the rasping wrestler’s noggin, Jacobs helped herself to a handful of waistband and hoisted her high overhead for a vertical Sup--”NNGGGHH!”
Lily grabbed the rope with one hand, then brought her knee up once, twice, three times! The NorCal Sensation let loose and stumbled back a few steps, leaving Burlingame to drop back to the apron. Soon as she touched down, the Interstellar Angel leapt, twisted sideways and flicked out her right foot to THWHACK Jenny between the eyes with a vicious kick! Jenny’s head snapped back in a cloud of sweat-soaked hair and the rest of her followed in a drunken stagger. Turning her back on the ropes without thinking about it, Jacobs put a hand to her forehead and bent over to steady her balance. This proved a disastrous decision, as Lily raced to the nearest corner and sprang onto the top turnbuckle, landing so she faced the audience. No hesitation from the Roseate Rocket, she hurled herself out into the void in a gorgeous Moonsault! But rather than colliding with the champ’s exposed back, Lily caught a Front Facelock as she flew by and yanked the oblivious blonde into a skull crushing DDT!
CHERRY'S JUBILEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z34w0RuZqdE
Deafening cheers as Jenny somersaulted onto her butt, collapsed into a glassy-eyed starfish and offered no resistance when Lily rushed over and dropped down across her opponent’s chest. Both legs hooked, Burlingame folded Jacobs in half and nodded along with the ref’s…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Jenny kicked loose and turned onto her belly, an act of strategy or exhaustion no one could say. Beside her, a wide-eyed Lily swept the hair off her forehead, then buried both hands in Jacobs’s hair. On her feet in an instant, Burlingame scraped Jenny off the deck and stuffed her into a Standing Headscissors. Lily leaned down, cinched her arms around the champ’s waist and flipped her ass over teakettle. No powering out this time, Burlingame kicked her legs forward and sat out to THWHUNK the crown of Jenny’s skull into the mat courtesy of a Piledriver! Jacobs slopped to her back and Lily was on her in a trice, swinging a leg over the blonde’s chest to plant her tush flush on the prone woman’s chest. A Half Matchbook made Jenny’s situation all the more dire, her reign slipping away to the beat of…
STRONG ZERO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZWC6V0479eo
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Jenny pushed her off and immediately collapsed again. Lily cursed, clambered to her feet and drove a frustrated stomp into the blonde’s tummy. “No, you don’t get to do that.” Burlingame stepped down harder as Jacobs tried to push her encroaching boot away. “All you get to do is suffer.” After several more seconds she stepped off, bent down and took possession of Jenny’s left wrist and ankle. Then she draaaaaaaaaggged her into the center of the squared circle and let the limbs fall limp to the canvas. Still quick in spite of her own numbing weariness, the heiress jogged to the nearest corner and once again leapt to the high rent district. Fans from the front row to the cheap seats sprang to the feet with cameras at the ready as Lily raised a fist to the rafters. A ringside cameraman honed in on the challenger’s raised fist so the FAWNatics could bellow ‘KA-BOOM!’ when Burlingame brought her thumb down on the invisible detonator.
The Girl That Gravity Forgot leapt into the lights, a beautiful corkscrew twist combined with the flawless back flip that marked the Cherry Warhea--Jenny pushed off the mat in a sort of sinuous bridge, caught Burlingame’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out to THAWHAM Lily flat on her face with an Ace Crusher from straight outta left field. The power of it might’ve bounced Lily onto her back if Jenny hadn’t maintained the Facelock and rolled into a seat on her prey’s lower back. Slinging Burlingame’s left arm over the post of her left thigh, Jacobs crooked her right arm around the brunette’s neck and CRAAAAAAAAAAAANKED back to complete the purloined hold. “TAP!” Jenny roared at the top of her lungs.
ROOT OF ALL EVIL @ 1:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
“TAP OUT YOU BYTCH!” Nearly folded in half by her big sister’s finisher, Lily reached out with her right hand, instinctually seeking the ropes even though they were well out of reach. Finding nothing, she grabbed at Jenny’s elbow and tried to push it over her face. Above her, Jenny shook her head no and slid back so she was seated directly on her victim’s butt. “Slap that mat, honey.” Jacobs hissed through clenched teeth. “Slap it or I’ll break your f*cking back.”
Lily pushed one more time, but another yank from Jenny put her head that much closer to her toes and so she did as ordered. Calling for the bell the instant Burlingame’s palm struck the canvas, Castle dropped to one knee in front of the victorious blonde. “Let her go or I’ll reverse the decision and hit you with the biggest fine I can imagine.” he ordered.
Jenny scowled but released the hold without comment, letting Lily collapse into an exhausted, mewling heap. Down to fumes herself, Jenny couldn’t quite muster the energy to stand, so she rolled Burlingame onto her back, scooted forward and buried her beneath a Front Face Sit as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL the FAWN World Champion… JENNY JACOBS!”
Jenny raised the J’s, turned them into birds, then snatched the belt from Castle when he brought it over. “If you could see anything, I’d tell you to take a good look,” the champion taunted as she snapped the big belt around her waist, “but since you can’t, might I suggest you just enjoy the grind and know that this is the closest you’ll EVER get to the World Title.”
In no condition to contradict the trash talk, Lily only moaned and pushed at the Jacobs’s glutes even when the Innovator gave her hair a hard pull. Jenny force-fed her backside for perhaps ten more seconds before pushing to her feet. Boots planted on either side of the challenger’s chest, Jacobs slapped the belt’s faceplate, then bent down, grabbed Lily’s top and peeled it off one-handed. “Welcome to losing in the Main Event, punk.” She slapped Burlingame across the tits, followed up with another swat to the face and would’ve done more if Castle hadn’t fixed her with a death glare.
Dismissing him with a snort, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds strutted away and raised her new trophy high. “This is mine.” She pointed to the belt around her waist. “THIS is mine. “And all this?” Jenny stretched her arms wide, indicating the whole of the arena and presumably everyone therein. “It’s mine too. Think otherwise? Step through these ropes. Once that bell rings, you belong to me.”