Post by hawkeye on Sept 24, 2017 17:54:00 GMT
Beach Bombers (Lucy Hale [5’2” 110 lbs.]/ Babe Babcock [5’2” 122 lbs.]
vs
FIC (Lyra Faulk [5’4” 116lbs.]/Harriet Larkin [5’9” 130lbs.)
The first team to go for a second win in the ‘Queens of the Ring’ tourney highlighted tonight’s show in Cocoa Beach as the Space Coast hosted the Round of 16’s second match-up.
The rookies head to the forefront as the mysteriously named FIC look to build on their momentum after beating the Pretty Tough Angels (PTA) in their play-in round match. The battle was not without its rough moments, but in the end the newbie team of Harriet Larkin and Lyra Faulk grounded the Angels emphatically.
Tonight would be a step up in class for the lonmg-limbed redhead and the cheeky brunette as they meet one of the most explosive lightweights in the business, Lily Burlingame, and her steady-as-the-tide veteran partner, Babe Babcock. The Beach Bombers, though not a full-time team due to the former Cherry Bomb’s heavy singles schedule, certainly garnered enough attention and made enough of an impression to find a place in the bracket.
Moving to the quarterfinals could bond the duo for bigger things in the future but dealing with Harriet is the elephant in the room pre-match, both Bombers giving up eight inches to FIC’s Tower of Power.
Perhaps trying to throw the Bombers off the scent, Lyra starts off the second round for the rookies. The unorthodox Faulk licks her lips as the Beach Bombers choose their weapon of choice, pulling out the higher caliber weapon in Lily Burlingame.
The brunettes circle, sizing each other up, a predatory glint in Faulk’s blue-gray peepers.
“Aren’t you the sweetest little love bunny?”
Burlingame crinkles her adorable nose, playing the part.
“Don’t even try to distract me, girl. Or it’ll blow up in your face,” the former Cherry Bomb replies.
The duo finally come together in a collar-and-elbow, the grapplers struggling for leverage, Lyra enjoying a rare height advantage as she spins the Girl From Outer Space into a tight side headlock. Faulk wrenches the neck of the diminutive extra-terrestrial flyer then rubs her right set of knuckles into Burlingame’s forehead, giving Lily some playful noogies.
The impulsive Australian struggles to keep the squirming Lily under wraps, finally deciding to switch her grip to a wrist and heave her foe to the far ropes. The former Cherry Bomb races to the strands and rebounds at full speed.
Burlingame easily ducks under a spinning heel kick from her fellow brunette and races into her second set of cables. This time Lily hops into the middle rope while grabbing the top and springboards in a twisting attempt at a crossbody splash. But the rookie looks anything but when she rises off the canvas simultaneous to Lily’s leap and CRUNCHES the midsection of the Roseate Rocket with a perfectly timed dropkick.
Burlingame crashes and burns the rest of the way to the canvas, hugging her tummy while in a tiny jumble. Lyra pulls her out of the heap by a wrist and a handful of hair and keeps things simple, sending a looping arm between Lily’s legs and scooping Burlingame onto a shoulder before depositing her harshly to the canvas with a body slam.
With Lily wincing, her back arched in pain, Lyra heads for the ropes to her foe’s side. She takes the u-turn out of the rubber-coated steel strands and somersaults across the canvas on the way back to her target, finally vaulting into the air above Burlingame and NAILING Lily with Rolling Thunder, the Crimson Missile’s body jackknifing around the calamitous impact.
Rolling Thunder (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vg6UM6hqTF0 )
Later…
Lyra shows off some amateur-ish skills as she rides the Rocket. Faulk is on the back of a writhing Burlingame, Lily’s chest to the canvas, Faulk grapeving Lily’s abbreviated stems while controlling the near arm to keep the high flyer low riding. Lyra drops her lips next to an ear then drops some knowledge.
“Your sis is more my type, but who wouldn’t want to eat a bite-sized Burlingame.”
Lyra pushes off Lily’s frame a couple feet only to immediately mini splash back down on her back, sending a bursting ‘oooof’ from Lily’s lips. Faulk slides to the side, keeping Burlingame’s left arm under restraint, then pops to a handstand before dropping a vicious knee to the former Cherry Bomb’s elbow.
Handstand Kneedrop Armbreaker (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JyFRU2H6BU )
A yipping Lilly scrambles away, cradling her limb, as a satisfied Lyra sits on her haunches knowing she’s between the former lightweight champ and her partner.
Later…
The crowd is excited as Burlingame’s skating across the canvas at full speed, ready to rebound off the ropes and head for the Aussie ne’er do well. But as she turns and connects back to cables, a long alabaster leg swings up from the outside and NAILS her in the back of the skull.
Short-circuited by Larkin’s kick, Burlingame’s momentum sends her stumbling in a daze toward Faulk who impales the Girl From Outer Space with a toe kick to the tummy. As if to show she too can go stratospheric, Lyra turns and shoots to the ropes in front of her and her foe. She leaps into the middle rope, catching the top in both hands, and springboards into a ridiculous cutter that drives Lily’s chin into the deck with incredible force, a move that seems ripped straight out of the Roseate Rocket’s playbook.
Springboard Cutter (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_x2AOW5S5jM )
Later…
A loitering Lyra remains within the squared circle after a tag, Harriet joining her partner in the continued and now handicapping isolation of Burlingame. As Babe complains bitterly to a distracted referee, Faulk sets the beleaguered Burlingame up for the duo’s ‘What The Thunder Said’ combo kick, Harriet taking the high road toward Lily’s chin while Lyra swings her leg toward the back of the Bomb’s ankles.
But Burlingame’s shows her bona fides, leaping into a simultaneous dropkick to Larkin’s abdomen while thrusting out her arms overhead to shove Faulk onto her heels. Neither causes significant damage or takes brunette or redhead to the canvas, but the teammates are startled enough Lily escapes each set of their grasping hands to somersault to the corner and tag the waiting beach blonde.
Not Much Later…
Babe is already headed to the top when she sees the Bomb tumbling in her direction and, when Burlingame taps the toes of her boot, Babcock is ready to launch. Leaping, Babe extends her legs in a missile dropkick, the blonde THUMPING one foot into Lyra’s chest and the other into Harriet’s navel. Sharing the impact, FIC is staggered but remains vertical.
After recovering their balance, each moves toward a rising Babe. Luckily for the Bombers, the official intercedes and grabs an elbow of Faulk, spinning her to the rookie’s corner. Still, 69 inches of angry redhead advances until Babe stops Harriet in her tracks with another swift kick to the tummy.
Her foe groaning and doubled, the veteran locks up in what seems a modified abdominal stretch, lifting her left leg in front of Larkin while swinging her torso behind the New Mexican’s back. But it’s all an effort for extra leverage to get the Ivory Tower off her feet. Babe brings her down then rolls the long-legged redhead through her signature Whirlpool, scrambling the senses of her foe.
Whirlpool (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hpKwKK-U_w ) first 00:25
Babe takes Harriet for a full trip around the ring before settling with Larkin’s shoulders on the canvas, Harriet’s ass pointed to the rafters, her face bracketed by both alabaster stems for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Harriet kicks free and rolls to her side, looking like she could use a barf bag after the dizzying ride.
Later…
The veteran continues to take the bigger FAWN rookie to school. With Harriet grounded and on her back, Babcock sitting next to the dazed combatant, Babe gathers up both long, pale limbs crosses them in a figure of four, locking them in place around her own inserted right stem.
Rotating her body to the left of her foe, the blonde places the sole of her left boot on the inside of Larkin’s far knee and presses in the opposite direction, stretching Harriet’s knee ligaments to the snapping point while also testing the durability of her shins.
Legspread Indian Death Lock (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hx2eZXweSmk )
Harriet howls in pain, her weapons used against her by the wily beachgoer, but Larkin isn’t ready to hand over a ticket to the quarterfinals just yet and she shakes her head emphatically when the official offers her a way out.
Later…
Babe has her bigger foe backed against a corner, the beach blonde NAILING Harriet with a series of chops that ring out over the audience, the FAWNatics ‘woooing’ to their heart’s content. Laying a reeling Larkin’s arms over the top cable, Babe climbs to the middle ropes in front of the redhead.
Babcock launches her legs high into the sky as she hangs onto the uppermost stands. She swings her legs back down in an arc from a handstand position, ready to stomp the soles into Harriet’s chest. However, when Babe’s legs loop back down, Larkin ducks and Babcock’s legs slide over her foe’s shoulders. Harriet cradles her arms under Babe’s taut backside and she rises to her full height, carrying the wide-eyed Beach Bomber on her shoulders.
Babe shakes her head ‘no’ as the Ivory Tower races to the center and drops to her backside in a running powerbomb of the blasted blonde. Any and all tension explodes out of Babe’s body and she’s a limp carcass between Harriet’s extended legs pinned there for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOO!
To the shock of all, particularly Harriet, Babcock throws a shoulder up, heaving Larkin’s calf off her bicep to keep the Bombers’ tourney hopes alive.
Later…
Babe’s in a bad way, wobbling in front of the lanky redhead, taking left jab after left jab to the chin, Larkin delighting in showing off her boxing skills as Babcock’s head snaps from each connection.
Finishing off the five-spot, Harriet spins into a savage reverse roundhouse that lands HARD against the blonde’s cheek. Babe stumbles away from the impact. She crashes into the ropes and bounces back toward Larkin. The New Mexican grabs a wrist to seemingly send her foe for the ride with an Irish Whip, but instead reels the diminutive blonde back into a shortarm clothesline that ravages Babe, sending the beachgoer through a wild back flip, Babcock landing on her chest, the crowd silenced from the power shown by the rookie.
Later…
Lyra’s back in and taking her pound of flesh out of Babcock, sending her opponent flying around the ring courtesy a series of armdrags, treating Babe to a more measured, skillful beatdown than the mass destruction of Larkin.
Faulk gives a wink to Lily while bullying Babe into a neutral corner. She lowers a shoulder and drives it relentlessly into Babcock’s breadbasket, taking every bit of wind from her foe’s lungs, the blonde bursting with forced exhales.
Completing her impaling activity, the Australian recedes a step and grabs a wrist of the breathless Babe. Faulk pivots and sends Babcock sprinting across the canvas, the beachgoer spinning into a heavy collision with the buckles that ends with Babe on her backside, legs extended.
Puckering for Burlingame, Lyra turns and speeds across the canvas, leaping, legs leading the way. Her undercarriage CRASHES into Babe’s chest. Faulk grabs the ropes on either side and thrust her pelvis forward time and time again. The Bronco Buster blasts Babe, her ass skidding forward with each connection as she becomes more shellshocked, particularly when Lyra starts banging her junk into Babe’s face.
Later…
Faulk has Babe on a platter mid-ring. She face washes Babe with a boot sole then takes off for the ropes at Babcock’s side. Leaping into the rubber-coated, steel cables, Faulk momentarily grabs the top and gracefully, backflips. The springboard moonsault is quite a sight and, it becomes one the FAWNatics enjoy, when the beach blonde pulls in her knees and GUTS the midriff of the cheeky Aussie.
As Lyra hugs her tummy, rolling from side to side and gagging, a weary Babe crawls to her corner and leaps to tickle fingers with the manic missile.
Later…
The former Cherry Bomb is going off on the rookie, having treated her to an incredible series of three hurricaranas, Burlingame’s meter obviously at 100 percent and ready to dish out what only the Girl From Outer Space can manage.
With Lyra splayed, the Roseate Rocket slides between the ropes and readies for launch. Grabbing the top rope with both hands, Burlingame leaps to the top cable and springboards high into the Orlando sky.
Lily flips while stratospheric and lands in a CRASHING senton across Faulk’s undefended abdomen, softening the muscles and forcing the air from the dark-haired rookie.
Springboard senton (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zwrKomqz3nc )
Later…
Lily has the flirt in a grinding side headlock, but with Burlingame there’s bound to be some airborne activity on the agenda. Taking off from the vicinity of her own corner, Lily drags her foe along in the express lane toward the FIC side.
Courting peril, Burlingame races up the ropes to the left of Harriet, hopping from one-footed stances on the middle then top rope before using Larkin’s face as the next foothold prior to Harriet throwing a punch she has cocked, popping the redhead in the chops while still keeping a tight grip around Lyra’s braincase.
The former lightweight champ reestablishes contact with the top cable with her next step and pushes toward the middle of the ring, delivering Faulk’s face to the deck in a bulldog worthy of Cherry Bomb.
Not Much Later…
With the Aussie on her back and space adjacent to Dreamland, Lily takes the elevator to the penthouse and turns to face her foe from the FIC buckles, Harriet splayed far below on the floor.
The FAWN universe has liftoff in the form of Lily Burlingame, as she vaults into the upper reaches of the outer limits, spinning and twisting through her Cherry Warhead, SLAMMING down on the already aching gut of the pancaked Lyra.
Cherry Warhead (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pu3VFsSxRcA )
Lily gets a bit cheeky herself, scrambling to plant her ass on Faulk’s face while hooking a leg behind the knee for a satisfying…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
The crowd goes immediate apeshit for Lily’s maneuver and the Bomber win. Burlingame gives a little waggle of her bum across Lyra’s mug to let the semiconscious Faulk have something to remember her by and tosses the flattened Aussie’s leg aside, leaping into the arms of the approaching Babe.
Hugging, they celebrate with the roaring fans as the ring announcer makes things official.
“Your winners by pinfall and moving into the quarterfinals of the 2017 Queens of the Ring tourney…Lily Burlingame and Babe Babcock…the Beach Bombers.”
As diminutive blonde and brunette each claim a corner to ascend, a wobbly Harriet slides in to claim an ankle of Lyra and oull her out of the ring, the rookies collapsing to the floor and commiserating. The crowd gives them an unexpected hand as they depart in a shoulder-to shoulder stagger, FIC showing, if nothing else, they belong in the big leagues.
For the Bombers, it’s on to the next challenge, one step toward being Queens now in their proverbial back pocket.
vs
FIC (Lyra Faulk [5’4” 116lbs.]/Harriet Larkin [5’9” 130lbs.)
The first team to go for a second win in the ‘Queens of the Ring’ tourney highlighted tonight’s show in Cocoa Beach as the Space Coast hosted the Round of 16’s second match-up.
The rookies head to the forefront as the mysteriously named FIC look to build on their momentum after beating the Pretty Tough Angels (PTA) in their play-in round match. The battle was not without its rough moments, but in the end the newbie team of Harriet Larkin and Lyra Faulk grounded the Angels emphatically.
Tonight would be a step up in class for the lonmg-limbed redhead and the cheeky brunette as they meet one of the most explosive lightweights in the business, Lily Burlingame, and her steady-as-the-tide veteran partner, Babe Babcock. The Beach Bombers, though not a full-time team due to the former Cherry Bomb’s heavy singles schedule, certainly garnered enough attention and made enough of an impression to find a place in the bracket.
Moving to the quarterfinals could bond the duo for bigger things in the future but dealing with Harriet is the elephant in the room pre-match, both Bombers giving up eight inches to FIC’s Tower of Power.
Perhaps trying to throw the Bombers off the scent, Lyra starts off the second round for the rookies. The unorthodox Faulk licks her lips as the Beach Bombers choose their weapon of choice, pulling out the higher caliber weapon in Lily Burlingame.
The brunettes circle, sizing each other up, a predatory glint in Faulk’s blue-gray peepers.
“Aren’t you the sweetest little love bunny?”
Burlingame crinkles her adorable nose, playing the part.
“Don’t even try to distract me, girl. Or it’ll blow up in your face,” the former Cherry Bomb replies.
The duo finally come together in a collar-and-elbow, the grapplers struggling for leverage, Lyra enjoying a rare height advantage as she spins the Girl From Outer Space into a tight side headlock. Faulk wrenches the neck of the diminutive extra-terrestrial flyer then rubs her right set of knuckles into Burlingame’s forehead, giving Lily some playful noogies.
The impulsive Australian struggles to keep the squirming Lily under wraps, finally deciding to switch her grip to a wrist and heave her foe to the far ropes. The former Cherry Bomb races to the strands and rebounds at full speed.
Burlingame easily ducks under a spinning heel kick from her fellow brunette and races into her second set of cables. This time Lily hops into the middle rope while grabbing the top and springboards in a twisting attempt at a crossbody splash. But the rookie looks anything but when she rises off the canvas simultaneous to Lily’s leap and CRUNCHES the midsection of the Roseate Rocket with a perfectly timed dropkick.
Burlingame crashes and burns the rest of the way to the canvas, hugging her tummy while in a tiny jumble. Lyra pulls her out of the heap by a wrist and a handful of hair and keeps things simple, sending a looping arm between Lily’s legs and scooping Burlingame onto a shoulder before depositing her harshly to the canvas with a body slam.
With Lily wincing, her back arched in pain, Lyra heads for the ropes to her foe’s side. She takes the u-turn out of the rubber-coated steel strands and somersaults across the canvas on the way back to her target, finally vaulting into the air above Burlingame and NAILING Lily with Rolling Thunder, the Crimson Missile’s body jackknifing around the calamitous impact.
Rolling Thunder (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vg6UM6hqTF0 )
Later…
Lyra shows off some amateur-ish skills as she rides the Rocket. Faulk is on the back of a writhing Burlingame, Lily’s chest to the canvas, Faulk grapeving Lily’s abbreviated stems while controlling the near arm to keep the high flyer low riding. Lyra drops her lips next to an ear then drops some knowledge.
“Your sis is more my type, but who wouldn’t want to eat a bite-sized Burlingame.”
Lyra pushes off Lily’s frame a couple feet only to immediately mini splash back down on her back, sending a bursting ‘oooof’ from Lily’s lips. Faulk slides to the side, keeping Burlingame’s left arm under restraint, then pops to a handstand before dropping a vicious knee to the former Cherry Bomb’s elbow.
Handstand Kneedrop Armbreaker (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JyFRU2H6BU )
A yipping Lilly scrambles away, cradling her limb, as a satisfied Lyra sits on her haunches knowing she’s between the former lightweight champ and her partner.
Later…
The crowd is excited as Burlingame’s skating across the canvas at full speed, ready to rebound off the ropes and head for the Aussie ne’er do well. But as she turns and connects back to cables, a long alabaster leg swings up from the outside and NAILS her in the back of the skull.
Short-circuited by Larkin’s kick, Burlingame’s momentum sends her stumbling in a daze toward Faulk who impales the Girl From Outer Space with a toe kick to the tummy. As if to show she too can go stratospheric, Lyra turns and shoots to the ropes in front of her and her foe. She leaps into the middle rope, catching the top in both hands, and springboards into a ridiculous cutter that drives Lily’s chin into the deck with incredible force, a move that seems ripped straight out of the Roseate Rocket’s playbook.
Springboard Cutter (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_x2AOW5S5jM )
Later…
A loitering Lyra remains within the squared circle after a tag, Harriet joining her partner in the continued and now handicapping isolation of Burlingame. As Babe complains bitterly to a distracted referee, Faulk sets the beleaguered Burlingame up for the duo’s ‘What The Thunder Said’ combo kick, Harriet taking the high road toward Lily’s chin while Lyra swings her leg toward the back of the Bomb’s ankles.
But Burlingame’s shows her bona fides, leaping into a simultaneous dropkick to Larkin’s abdomen while thrusting out her arms overhead to shove Faulk onto her heels. Neither causes significant damage or takes brunette or redhead to the canvas, but the teammates are startled enough Lily escapes each set of their grasping hands to somersault to the corner and tag the waiting beach blonde.
Not Much Later…
Babe is already headed to the top when she sees the Bomb tumbling in her direction and, when Burlingame taps the toes of her boot, Babcock is ready to launch. Leaping, Babe extends her legs in a missile dropkick, the blonde THUMPING one foot into Lyra’s chest and the other into Harriet’s navel. Sharing the impact, FIC is staggered but remains vertical.
After recovering their balance, each moves toward a rising Babe. Luckily for the Bombers, the official intercedes and grabs an elbow of Faulk, spinning her to the rookie’s corner. Still, 69 inches of angry redhead advances until Babe stops Harriet in her tracks with another swift kick to the tummy.
Her foe groaning and doubled, the veteran locks up in what seems a modified abdominal stretch, lifting her left leg in front of Larkin while swinging her torso behind the New Mexican’s back. But it’s all an effort for extra leverage to get the Ivory Tower off her feet. Babe brings her down then rolls the long-legged redhead through her signature Whirlpool, scrambling the senses of her foe.
Whirlpool (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hpKwKK-U_w ) first 00:25
Babe takes Harriet for a full trip around the ring before settling with Larkin’s shoulders on the canvas, Harriet’s ass pointed to the rafters, her face bracketed by both alabaster stems for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Harriet kicks free and rolls to her side, looking like she could use a barf bag after the dizzying ride.
Later…
The veteran continues to take the bigger FAWN rookie to school. With Harriet grounded and on her back, Babcock sitting next to the dazed combatant, Babe gathers up both long, pale limbs crosses them in a figure of four, locking them in place around her own inserted right stem.
Rotating her body to the left of her foe, the blonde places the sole of her left boot on the inside of Larkin’s far knee and presses in the opposite direction, stretching Harriet’s knee ligaments to the snapping point while also testing the durability of her shins.
Legspread Indian Death Lock (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hx2eZXweSmk )
Harriet howls in pain, her weapons used against her by the wily beachgoer, but Larkin isn’t ready to hand over a ticket to the quarterfinals just yet and she shakes her head emphatically when the official offers her a way out.
Later…
Babe has her bigger foe backed against a corner, the beach blonde NAILING Harriet with a series of chops that ring out over the audience, the FAWNatics ‘woooing’ to their heart’s content. Laying a reeling Larkin’s arms over the top cable, Babe climbs to the middle ropes in front of the redhead.
Babcock launches her legs high into the sky as she hangs onto the uppermost stands. She swings her legs back down in an arc from a handstand position, ready to stomp the soles into Harriet’s chest. However, when Babe’s legs loop back down, Larkin ducks and Babcock’s legs slide over her foe’s shoulders. Harriet cradles her arms under Babe’s taut backside and she rises to her full height, carrying the wide-eyed Beach Bomber on her shoulders.
Babe shakes her head ‘no’ as the Ivory Tower races to the center and drops to her backside in a running powerbomb of the blasted blonde. Any and all tension explodes out of Babe’s body and she’s a limp carcass between Harriet’s extended legs pinned there for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOO!
To the shock of all, particularly Harriet, Babcock throws a shoulder up, heaving Larkin’s calf off her bicep to keep the Bombers’ tourney hopes alive.
Later…
Babe’s in a bad way, wobbling in front of the lanky redhead, taking left jab after left jab to the chin, Larkin delighting in showing off her boxing skills as Babcock’s head snaps from each connection.
Finishing off the five-spot, Harriet spins into a savage reverse roundhouse that lands HARD against the blonde’s cheek. Babe stumbles away from the impact. She crashes into the ropes and bounces back toward Larkin. The New Mexican grabs a wrist to seemingly send her foe for the ride with an Irish Whip, but instead reels the diminutive blonde back into a shortarm clothesline that ravages Babe, sending the beachgoer through a wild back flip, Babcock landing on her chest, the crowd silenced from the power shown by the rookie.
Later…
Lyra’s back in and taking her pound of flesh out of Babcock, sending her opponent flying around the ring courtesy a series of armdrags, treating Babe to a more measured, skillful beatdown than the mass destruction of Larkin.
Faulk gives a wink to Lily while bullying Babe into a neutral corner. She lowers a shoulder and drives it relentlessly into Babcock’s breadbasket, taking every bit of wind from her foe’s lungs, the blonde bursting with forced exhales.
Completing her impaling activity, the Australian recedes a step and grabs a wrist of the breathless Babe. Faulk pivots and sends Babcock sprinting across the canvas, the beachgoer spinning into a heavy collision with the buckles that ends with Babe on her backside, legs extended.
Puckering for Burlingame, Lyra turns and speeds across the canvas, leaping, legs leading the way. Her undercarriage CRASHES into Babe’s chest. Faulk grabs the ropes on either side and thrust her pelvis forward time and time again. The Bronco Buster blasts Babe, her ass skidding forward with each connection as she becomes more shellshocked, particularly when Lyra starts banging her junk into Babe’s face.
Later…
Faulk has Babe on a platter mid-ring. She face washes Babe with a boot sole then takes off for the ropes at Babcock’s side. Leaping into the rubber-coated, steel cables, Faulk momentarily grabs the top and gracefully, backflips. The springboard moonsault is quite a sight and, it becomes one the FAWNatics enjoy, when the beach blonde pulls in her knees and GUTS the midriff of the cheeky Aussie.
As Lyra hugs her tummy, rolling from side to side and gagging, a weary Babe crawls to her corner and leaps to tickle fingers with the manic missile.
Later…
The former Cherry Bomb is going off on the rookie, having treated her to an incredible series of three hurricaranas, Burlingame’s meter obviously at 100 percent and ready to dish out what only the Girl From Outer Space can manage.
With Lyra splayed, the Roseate Rocket slides between the ropes and readies for launch. Grabbing the top rope with both hands, Burlingame leaps to the top cable and springboards high into the Orlando sky.
Lily flips while stratospheric and lands in a CRASHING senton across Faulk’s undefended abdomen, softening the muscles and forcing the air from the dark-haired rookie.
Springboard senton (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zwrKomqz3nc )
Later…
Lily has the flirt in a grinding side headlock, but with Burlingame there’s bound to be some airborne activity on the agenda. Taking off from the vicinity of her own corner, Lily drags her foe along in the express lane toward the FIC side.
Courting peril, Burlingame races up the ropes to the left of Harriet, hopping from one-footed stances on the middle then top rope before using Larkin’s face as the next foothold prior to Harriet throwing a punch she has cocked, popping the redhead in the chops while still keeping a tight grip around Lyra’s braincase.
The former lightweight champ reestablishes contact with the top cable with her next step and pushes toward the middle of the ring, delivering Faulk’s face to the deck in a bulldog worthy of Cherry Bomb.
Not Much Later…
With the Aussie on her back and space adjacent to Dreamland, Lily takes the elevator to the penthouse and turns to face her foe from the FIC buckles, Harriet splayed far below on the floor.
The FAWN universe has liftoff in the form of Lily Burlingame, as she vaults into the upper reaches of the outer limits, spinning and twisting through her Cherry Warhead, SLAMMING down on the already aching gut of the pancaked Lyra.
Cherry Warhead (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pu3VFsSxRcA )
Lily gets a bit cheeky herself, scrambling to plant her ass on Faulk’s face while hooking a leg behind the knee for a satisfying…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
The crowd goes immediate apeshit for Lily’s maneuver and the Bomber win. Burlingame gives a little waggle of her bum across Lyra’s mug to let the semiconscious Faulk have something to remember her by and tosses the flattened Aussie’s leg aside, leaping into the arms of the approaching Babe.
Hugging, they celebrate with the roaring fans as the ring announcer makes things official.
“Your winners by pinfall and moving into the quarterfinals of the 2017 Queens of the Ring tourney…Lily Burlingame and Babe Babcock…the Beach Bombers.”
As diminutive blonde and brunette each claim a corner to ascend, a wobbly Harriet slides in to claim an ankle of Lyra and oull her out of the ring, the rookies collapsing to the floor and commiserating. The crowd gives them an unexpected hand as they depart in a shoulder-to shoulder stagger, FIC showing, if nothing else, they belong in the big leagues.
For the Bombers, it’s on to the next challenge, one step toward being Queens now in their proverbial back pocket.