Post by bigfan on Nov 5, 2017 20:27:38 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen it is now time for our Main Event of the evening!” the Announcer proclaimed to the delight of the FAWN Arena. “The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is the Bankable Bombshell, the Rainmaker, THE ACE of the Black Court AND a two-time FAWN World Champion, she is SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
The speakers cut loose with an electronic scream and those gathered for Fall Out answered with a great deal of the throat-born variety, as was tradition in the presence of the Rainmaker. Delighted to return to the Main Event with gold on the line, Sue Burlingame stormed through the curtain and stretched her arms in a wide ‘T’ that called down a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro from overhead. For tonight’s encounter with a career-long rival, the bronzed brunette hardbody wore a snug black tank-top sporting a bit of prophesizing disguised as a hashtag: #THREETIME-THREETIME-THREETIME. It earned a split reaction from the sold out crowd and once again raised the question of whether it was more appropriate to cheer the heiress for her skills or jeer her for her ‘hottest chick in the room’ attitude.
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
The woman in question didn‘t give a damn how they reacted, long as they did it at the top of their lungs. To that end, Susan basked in their attention for several seconds, then grabbed the bottom edge of her tank-top in both hands and peeled it off in a single well practiced movement. Then she tossed it aside and ran an appraising hand over the washboard expanse of her midsection, one of the many places she anticipated melodious tears falling before the night was over. For her battle against the snippy Songbird, she wore the usual dark blue two piece with gold trim. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look. Eager to join the rarified air enjoyed by the likes of Daniel, London and VanBuren (and to avenge a ’Mania loss), the Ace headed down the aisle with a dangerous amount of swagger in her step.
Avoiding the fans because it was so much goddamned fun, Susan abruptly burst into a flat out run, dove under the bottom rope and sprang to her feet. Positioned directly in the center of the ring, she tipped a teasing little salute to referee Nick Castle, then hopped onto the nearest corner and spread her arms wide for another round of conflicted roars. “Blissy finally got her moment at Mania,” Burlingame admitted to the crowd, “but tonight she learns what I already know. Winning a title is easy. KEEPING it however… that’s a song she can’t sing.” Several opera aficionados in the first few rows voiced their displeasure but Sue paid them no mind, the brunette choosing to focus on a series of last minute stretches as she waited for Eliza to make her (undoubtedly overblown) entrance.
With the Rainmaker drawing a thunderstorm of discontent from the FAWNarics, the house lights of the arena dimmed, leading to the requisite hoots and hollers from the excited throng. A white-hot spotlight broke the darkness and fell upon the stage and a lean, lithe brunette with a glittering gold-plated belt around her waist gracefully strode into view.
ELIZA BLISS:
With the dangerous diva’s takedown of the despicable Double-J bolstering their growing admiration and love, the crowd provided the slender Songbird an ovation worthy of Pavarotti. The PA was quick to announce the dark-haired grappler’s arrival before she began her breathtaking warbling.
“And introducing her opponent! Hailing from London, England, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-two pounds! She is the Renaissance Woman, the Superlative Soprano and the FAWN World Champion, please welcome, ELIZA BLISSSSSSSSS!”
A sweet melodious set of notes reached to the heights, the highest high of soprano superlatives failed to describe the beauty of the operatic ecstasy.
Eliza raised her arms dramatically and serenaded the FAWNatics with her own entrance accompaniment, no one else able to reach the perfect notes of sweet rapture.
Blissy set herself on the upper stage. The long locks of the sinewy brunette fell in great cascades, Bliss clad in a tight, lacy black one-piece that clung to her lightly tanned form; curious, futuristic, metallic wristbands, glittered from each wrist to only a few inches short of her elbows. Below, she wore tempting, knee-high black leather boots. The Englishwoman strode down the aisle belting out the concluding aria of Giulio Cesare, the opera that had made her famous or infamous, depending on fan or foe.
Eliza’s singles’ career ascendant after a long period in the doldrums, the reigning World Champion proved glorious, her vocal chords providing instant ecstasy as had the ‘Summer and now Fall of Bliss’.
The Songbird strode to the ring, waving and smiling, finishing her beautiful verse and slapping hands with those lucky enough to be on the aisle.
Reaching the squared circle, Eliza circled, making contact with the crowd, particularly pleased with a placard that noted “The Ace is played out!”
The radiant brunette nodded in agreement and raised her microphone once more.
“There’s no one I’d rather leave at my feet,” Eliza informed. “Destroying the Black Court’s jackanapes will be only the first of many soul stirring melodies to grace the FAWN Arena!”
The sinewy soprano handed over the stick and moved toward the squared circle to an eruption of applause. She skipped up the ring steps, slid through the ropes, and kept an eye locked on Burlingame as she floated to her corner. Reaching her home base, Eliza turned over her title belt for safe keeping, ready to rebuke Susan’s efforts for a third run as FAWN’s ultimate hombrette.
Considering the highlights of their career rivalry (dozens of shorn tops, some of the most merciless Face Sits in FAWN history, half a dozen different Gladiatrix covers and even a Casket Match) the FAWNatics fully expected champion and challenger to throw themselves at one another the instant the bell sounded. And indeed the Fall Out Main Event started on script, with blonde and brunette heading for her foe on a razor sharp diagonal. Bliss reached center first, the Briton perhaps a half-tic faster than usual thanks to the golden pep in her step and a burning desire to validate her reign against one of the biggest names of the last decade.
Hunched forward in a careful grappler’s crouch, Eliza extended one hand and then the other, the Songbird ready to clench or defend as she saw fit. Susan got low as well but she only reached with one hand, apparently confident she could deal with the champion’s advances. Sensing no duplicity from the American, Bliss carefully laced her fingers with Burlingame’s, then reached forward to-- Sue’s free hand darted in with viper quickness, the Ace of the Black Court going for her wrist so quickly Eliza broke away rather than let Sue set the pace.
Bliss frowned as they resumed circling, the brunette irritated that the Rainmaker could still tweak her nerves even after she’d laid claim to the big gold-- surprise, consternation and outright disbelief from the Opera Aficionados in attendance when Burlingame rose from her crouch and extended a hand to the champion. Eliza regarded it with the same mixture of skepticism and thinly-veiled disdain as the rest of her fans. “You’ll understand my hesitancy, Susannah.”
“Believe me, I thought about this for a long time.” the challenger noted. “A LONG time. Even then I was still tempted to stroll up and slap you across the face because it feels so goddamned good, but then Lil’ reminded me that you submitted the bytch who humiliated her in front of the world AND that you did it at a time when she was operating on a level that no one else could touch. So this,” she tipped the hand pointed in Bliss’s direction, “is my thanks for putting JJ in her place and a show of respect for climbing to the top of the FAWN mountain.”
Eliza thought about it, reached for the heiress’s hand, then drew back. “If this is a trick--”
“I don’t need tricks to beat you, Eliza.” Sue interrupted. “Consult the scoreboard if you need a reminder.”
Bliss didn’t. She’d wrestled Susan dozens of times during her career every single time those bouts ended with her nose wedged in the American’s posterior for a three count or shrieking melodically as she tapped out to one diabolical submission hold or the other.
Then came ‘Mania 2015.
On that night Bliss broke the slump in resounding fashion, rendering the former World Champion unconscious with the Cleft Note, then posing over her, boot-on-cheek while the cameras ate up every bit of it. Until last month it had been her favorite ‘Mania memory and even now it was a close second. After a long moment’s deliberation, the champion reached out and shook Susan’s hand. “You are a bright star, Susannah, a true beacon in FAWN’s sky. But even your light dims against that thrown by the World Champion. You may share my stage for as long as you’d like, with the understanding that when you leave you will do so humbled and without the prize you seek.” She squeezed the American’s hand a bit harder than necessary and felt a tingle run up her spine when Burlingame did the same.
“We’ll see who gets humbled, Songbird. Now, you ready to fight for top billing?”
“Whenever you’re ready, dearest.”
Sue pumped the champ’s hand one more time, let loose and immediately pounced on her with a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Eliza didn’t shy away, in fact she surged into the blonde hard enough for their tummies to make a crisp SMACK when they collided. Unwilling to tolerate any sort of stalemate against her longtime nemesis, Eliza moved a hand to Sue’s chin and would’ve forced her head back if Burlingame hadn’t snatched that wrist, stepped back and spun her arm in a wide circle! Quick to bend the brunette’s hand backward against her own wrist, Susan halved the grip and raised her other arm overhead to drive the point of that elbow into Eliza’s bicep. She followed with a second Arm Wringer that left the World Champ almost doubled over with the effort of relieving the torque.
Never one to pass up an exploitable opportunity, Susan stabbed Eliza’s bicep with another quick Elbow Smash, then swung around on the Englishwoman’s flank and shifted her grip so that one hand was controlling Eliza’s shoulder and her other arm was slipped through the ‘V’ created by Bliss’s torqued wing. Gripping her own wrist for extra leverage, Sue used the not quite a Hammerlock / not quite an Armbar to guide the wincing battler down onto her stomach. Pressing a knee to the small of Eliza’s back even as she wrenched up on the simple hold, Susan asked, “Defending a title’s a lot different than winning one, isn’t it Songbird?” Not going to tweet a surrender just yet, are you?”
Bliss waggled a finger to Castle to keep him placated, then braced that hand against the mat and used it (along with her knee) as pivot points to spin the both of them closer to the ro--”AAARRRHHH!” Sue pressed the crown of her head to the mat and somersaulted forward into a gorgeous bridge that wrenched Bliss’s arm up & forward in an elegantly administered Fujiwara Armbar!
BRIDGING FUJIWARA ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ivDw-PSE5U
Eliza wailed, pounded a fist against the mat, then shifted her focus to Burlingame’s exposed ribs. The Ace endured it for a good five seconds before she rolled out and back to the original grip that brought ‘em both to the canvas. “Dangerous with only one arm, I see.” Sue murmured. “Good to know.” With that she thum-thum-THUMPED a trio of quick knees into Eliza’s lower back, then flowed from the Armbar to a Double Chickenwing. Hands locked between the champ’s shoulders, Susan leaned down to make sure the clasp was solid and quickly craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back to peel Bliss’s upper body off the mat with a Camel Clutch of sorts.
“C’mon Blissy, aren’t you supposed to be the star of this show? Wrestle like it!” Burlingame poured more power into the hold, forcing Eliza to shake her head ‘no, no, no’ to let them know she wasn’t going anywhere. Sue had figured as much, so after another five seconds she pulled her knee out of the Englishwoman’s back and used the Double Chickenwing to haul Eliza to boot leather. Jerking up on the brunette’s arms to keep them out of play, Burlingame snuggled in against her foe’s six, dropped her hips and-- the Renaissance Woman hooked a shin behind her attacker’s calf to keep the Suplex from getting off the ground. Sue grunted, pulled loose and earned a yelp from Eliza thanks to a quick Kneelift to the glutes. From there she wrenched up on the Chickenwing, pressed a little close and--”NGH!”
Bliss snapped her head backward, catching the heiress across the bridge of the nose. Sue disengaged at once, eyes watering, hands flying to her face as she sought to create some distance. No such luck though, Eliza kept pace with the retreating challenger and quickly reeled her into a snug Side Headlock. Grinding Susan’s noggin between her torso and forearm, Bliss kept her knotted hands tight across the blonde’s eyes to ensure any possible escape attempt would cost dearly. After a second or two to catch her breath, Eliza brought her left leg up high, then stamped it down in time with dropping the Headlock, forcing Burlingame to double over or lose her balance entirely. From there she did it three more times, Susan’s distressing growing louder and more obvious until the Blackbird slung her over her hip and rode her to the mat, Bliss stretched out astride her foe’s chest while Burlingame stamped her heels in frustration.
BLISSFUL HEADLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ihQO8SenEf0
“And THAT dear Susannah,” Eliza tightened the Headlock, grinding the trapped blonde’s chin against the crook of her armpit, “Is why I am the star and you are merely a talented understudy!”
Unconvinced of Eliza’s casting decision of this Fallout finale, Burlingame struggled to vertical despite Blissy’s continued clamp around her noggin. Raising her hands to the Blackbird’s hips, she shoved the Superlative Soprano off with a heave that broke her free and sent Eliza scurrying to the opposite ropes.
Following to the middle, the dual World Champion set center stage, making herself a roadblock for the diva. As the rebounding Bliss rocketed toward her, Susan reached out to snag her foe first, but Eliza baseball slide beautifully through Burlingame’s widened base. The Blackbird tugged the lower limbs of the Ace out from under her, Susan landing on her face and chest with a resounding THUMP against the canvas.
With Sue checking her aching beak with both hands as she cursed into her palms, Eliza scrambled up at Susan’s feet. The dark-haired Englishwoman locked her left leg amongst both of Susan’s tawny stems and with the Black Courtier’s gams knotted, Eliza, pointed away from the rest of Burlingame’s body, dropped into an arch, the crown of her head landing next to the Rainmaker’s shoulder. Bliss reached out her arms, cupping her laced palms under Susan’s chin and wrenching back in a flawless Double Aria.
DOUBLE ARIA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sjXEfkwZe4o
The ref asked if the Ace wants to shut it down and she growled a muffled “Hell no”. A tug from Eliza forced a yelp from between Sue’s lips right after. But realizing she couldn’t keep the bridge any longer without straining her own spine, Eliza released her grip and let Burlingame fall flat.
While Susan reached to the base of her backbone to massage out the throbbing ache, Eliza’s on her feet, adding a stomp to the bottom of her foe’s spine, and another, and another. Susan shuddered with each additional boot to her lower vertebrae, rolling to her back to protect herself.
Eliza reached down to corral Burlingame’s braincase.
“C’mon,” Bliss demanded, “not like you to melt under the spotlight, dearheart.”
The slender soprano maneuvers Susan up and into a vulnerable dragon sleeper arch, her left arm wrapped around the Ace’s neck, Burlingame’s back again curled, this time pointed toward the canvas.
Dropping into a crouch, Eliza exploded, vaulting Susan into the air. In the time it took the challenger to flip over, Bliss sidled with her cargo to the ropes and dropped Burlingame’s belly across the top cable, leaving the rubber-coated steel to gut her foe, Susan folded in half by the Inverted Suplex Stun Gun.
INVERTED SUPLEX STUN GUN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q_dFS4FIZa8
As the Court’s most lethal weapon gurgled, hung up like laundry on the line, the Songbird pushed to her feet to the roar of the crowd, the FAWNatics enjoying a champ they could get behind showing her stuff.
Collecting Burlingame’s head in a Front Facelock, Eliza pulled Susan slowly and carefully away from the rope until her foe’s ankles hooked against the rubber-coated steel, Sue extended to her full length, the crowd excited in anticipation.
A beaming Bliss looked the fans over, providing a knowing nod before laying out and SPIKING the crown of Susan’s skull into the canvas with a vicious rope-assisted DDT. Burlingame’s flaccid body somersaulted to a spreadeagle, no movement afterward but the soft swell of her chest.
Eliza, on her knees, bowed to the adoring audience and ‘walked’ over to the splayed Susan. She settled in a tight Lateral Press, hooking Burlingame’s far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Rainmaker proved she had a little precipitation left to provide, the grappler hoping to join Shea, Chrissy, and Portia as the only three-time World Champs, throwing a shoulder up firmly. She rolled to her side beneath a hovering Bliss, the Briton on all fours, offering an appreciative nod.
As Sue rotated fully to her chest, Bliss let her scoot partially out from under, but when Burlingame’s lower legs started to pass, Eliza snatched her foe’s left ankle with both hands, then wrapping both arms around the joint. With haste, the Blackbird rose to one knee to twist and wrench at the ankle, shouting with perfect pitch for Susan to surrender to her Fortissimo.
FORTISSIMO @ 00:22
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLHgjcqjIeU
Burlingame tugged at her coppery blonde locks to spread the anguish, but it’s no use as she belted out a shriek that wasn’t nearly in tune. The slender soprano rose to her feet and shifted her entire body from side to side to bring even more torque to the ankle, somehow increasing the amount of agony. A teary-eyed Susan dug her fingers into the deck and crawled toward the ropes. It’s a slow agonizing trek but she’s within inches when Eliza draaaaaaaagged her rival back to dead center.
The maneuver drew a joyful eruption from the crowd, but something else from the Ace. Guessing Eliza might tease her in such cruel fashion, Sue proved ready for the tug and was able to flip to her back mid-pull. A swinging kick from her free leg to the side of Eliza’s knee, nearly buckled the Brit and was excruciating enough that the diva reflexively released Burlingame in order to hobble off a few steps, cursing not so much under her breath.
Despite the pain involved in rising to vertical, the carrot of a third World title got Susan on her boot soles expeditiously. The tawny-skinned grappler limped noticeably, but only slightly more so than a wincing Bliss.
If either had seen the other with two working wheels, they might not have advanced, but feeling on even ground, the champ and the challenger did just that, meeting in the middle. Or they would have if Susannah hadn’t been the first to ignore her pain and shoot her throbbing ankle up, sending the foot attached DEEP into the alabaster belly of Bliss.
A groaning, bug-eyed Eliza doubled breathlessly. Susan threw one of the diva’s arms across the back of her neck while wrapping her left arm tightly around Blissy in a Front Facelock. Not wasting an instant, Susan forced the soprano to an overturned vertical position in the blink of an eye and DROPPED her directly down on her skull and shoulders with a ridiculous Snap Brainbuster that took the wind out of Eliza’s and the crowd’s sails.
SNAP BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCGX7DvbDXA
Bliss got halfway to a seated position before gravity took her limp frame back to a starfish on the canvas. Burlingame, gritting her perfect pearlies through the discomfort, knew it’s all worth it to reclaim FAWN’s top spot for a record-tying third time with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Bliss threw a shoulder up with less than a half-tick to spare. Burlingame spared a glance at the ref’s two raised fingers to make sure but not to make a federal case.
Instead, Susan pushed to her feet and backpedaled to the ropes behind her, catching the top and leaning heavily, drawing in deep breaths as she watched the champion slowly push her way to all fours. At that instant, the Ace pulls one out of her sleeve, racing forward and lifting her lead leg high, then SLAMMING it down in a brutal Axe Kick across the back of Eliza’s skull.
A second impact of Eliza’s features to thinly-sheathed plywood was barely better for the diva and from the appearance of the limp, facedown sprawl, it appeared Blissy might be a flash-in-the pan champ.
AXE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6N0Ee0n8SE
But Susan didn’t roll the dilapidated diva over for the pin. Instead, she scraped up what’s left of the Songbird by a handful of hair and a wrist. It’s not an easy task for Sue, but the burning yank of Eliza’s mane did some convincing for the soprano and Burlingame was able to lead the drunkenly stumbling Englishwoman to the nearest corner. Claiming the inside position next to the buckles, Susan climbed to a seat on the top buckle and underhooked both arms of the reeling diva, ready to leap and twist over the top to separate the pretender from her title belt with a Burlingamebreaker.
Feet planted on the second buckle, Susan was a whisper shy of putting the champ’s head through the canvas when Eliza threaded a foot over the bottom rope and demanded, “Break!”
Irritated by the effortless escape, Burlingame halved the grip, raised her free hand high overhead and brought it down in a whistling Slap that CRAAAACKED between Bliss’s shoulders. The Songbird yowled, straightened up and promptly had her head swiveled by another scathing Bytch Slap from the Rainmaker! “Hmmmh, sounds a little out of tune to me,” Sue murmured as she grabbed a big ol’ handful of Brit hair and tugged Bliss free of her sanctuary. “Guess I’ll have to slap you harder next UUURRRRRRHHHHK!”
Eliza swatted those encroaching hooks aside, shoved the heiress back on her haunches and stabbed a stiff-fingered Uppercut into the hollow of her throat! Susan gagged and hunched forward, she might’ve tumbled from her seat if Bliss hadn’t helped herself to a vengeful hair pull of her own. Yanking the challenger in so close their foreheads touched, the Renaissance Woman mashed Sue’s cheeks in a galling ‘fish face’ and growled, “Slap my face again and I’ll break your jawWHOOAAAARRGGHHHHH!”
The Courtier twisted free of Eliza’s control, grabbed her left wrist in both hands and dropped backward over the top rope while simultaneously threading her legs around the other brunette’s exposed arm! Shrieks from Bliss and the FAWNatics, albeit for very different reasons as the latter marveled over the deftly-administered Armbar and the former pounded desperate fists into her attacker’s shin and thigh.
ROPE HUNG CROSS ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1eFVyevtv0
Castle let the rope-augmented hold go on for an internal five count before he strode over and tapped Burlingame’s knee. “Let her go, Sue.”
“Count for me, Nicky!” Burlingame sounded quite thrilled as she continued to wrench on the Blackbird’s vulnerable wing. The ref did, a ‘FOUR!’ second eternity that saw Eliza gasp with relief when Susan hoisted herself back to her original perch. Alas, her reprieve proved a short one as the Ace cupped Bliss’s ears and quickly tucked her head under one arm. A double set of Underhooks later and Susannah shot out of her corner, the former World Champ looking to three-peat with a swift half circle that saw her drop to a seat and THAWHUNK Bliss’s forehead into the deck!
BURLINGAMEBREAKER @ 4:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qlUvUoqtnds
Stretched out flat by the Burlingamebreaker, Eliza offered no resistance when the other brunette shot the Half Nelson and shoveled her onto her back. Hooking the far leg with one hand, Sue clamped the bottom half of Bliss’s pretty features in a makeshift Iron Claw while Castle and several thousand others tolled…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNO!
Eliza maintained her control over the stage and the gold by kicking out with a half second to spare. Susan seemed nonplussed by the escape, only rocking back on her knees to catch a breath and tuck some hair behind her ears while Bliss peeled herself off the mat. Careful to keep herself in the Englishwoman’s blind spot once she was vertical, Burlingame abruptly snuggled in from behind and hooked her left leg over Bliss’s left thigh. In the same breath she curled around Eliza’s right side and snaked her left arm under her foe’s right bicep, all the better to secure the Abdominal Stretch! Grabbing hold of her rival’s one-piece for a bit of extra leverage, Sue got low and leeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back, drawing a pained wail from the trapped Songbird.
“What do you say, Eliza?” Castle asked upon noting the obvious pain etched on his charge’s patrician features. “Need me to call for the bell?”
Bliss shook her head ‘no’ at once, crooked her free left arm into a ‘V’ and gouged the tip of her elbow into Burlingame’s bronzed thigh. Sue grimaced, then gave the champ a taste of her own medicine by grinding her left elbow into the exposed expanse of Eliza’s flank. “Sing for me, Liz.” the Rainmaker demanded as she worked to grind down the stubborn wrestler’s reserves. “Let me hear those high notes.”
Bliss bared her teeth, jabbed another pair of elbows home, hissed when Burlingame repaid it with three more. “If you hear them at all it’ll be through the muffler of my arse, Susieeeeerrrrrgggggggghhhhhh!”
Susan traded in the elbow grind for a Belly Claw, a specialty of Olivia Dare, as Eliza was sure the challenger knew. “You really want to go that way, Bliss? Because this crowd will belong to me if I decide to bury you in assSSEEERRRRHHH!”
The Superlative Soprano reached up and back, grabbed a huge handful of hair and tried to remove it from the American’s scalp. “Hey, let go of her hair, Eli--”
“This is between us, Castle.” Nick’s good intentions came to naught, as Sue cut him off sharply. With the ref tended to for the moment, Burlingame squeezed the Belly Claw a little harder and said, “Let go of my hair, Eliza. Now.”
“I think not.” Bliss jostled her hand to prove how much she enjoyed the current arrangement. “Unless of course you’re willing to curtail this pathetic imitation of my friend’s offAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWW YOU WICKED BYTCH!”
Susan relinquished the Belly Claw, slid that hand down, around an over, a perfect Dennehy Grip between the Brit’s thighs that had Eliza sobbing with pain and the opera lovers in attendance worried about a truncated reign for their heroine. “My hair will grow back, Bliss.” Susan explained as she continued to wage war on the other brunette’s undercarriage. “Can you say the same for kitty here?”
Eliza shouted a hoarse negation, more to keep Castle at bay than in response to the challenger’s taunt. Knowing full well that the Hair Pull would either dissolve or get her disqualified long before Burlingame abandoned her own hooks, Eliza sucked in a deep breath, then tightened her grip and pulled down as hard as she could. Sue moaned and retaliated with another vile squeeze but she didn’t try to pull back, so Bliss let go and stuffed a desperation Cleft Note in the challenger’s mouth!
She managed a single white-knuckle pulse before Burlingame broke Stretch and Claw to SLAM the point of one knee into the small of Eliza’s back! Supported by legs that felt like rotten rubber, Eliza staggered forward with an arm outstretched in search of the ropes or anything else that might keep her upright. In the end Susan provided the assist herself, gluing herself to the Englishwoman’s back to secure a Full Nelson. Fingers locked, the Rainmaker got low and popped her hips to THWHUMP Eliza down flush on the back of her head and shoulders with a Dragon Suplex. Toes on the mat, tush pointed to the rafters, Bliss squirmed weakly as Castle swooped in to count…
DRAGON SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YRI1SIYtM8
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOO!
Eliza twisted loose at the last second, the bedraggled champion flopping onto her stomach before gamely rising to all fours. Not liking the ache in her jaw even after such brief expose to the Cleft Note, Susan sidled around on Eliza’s left flank and deftly worked her right leg under the Songbird’s belly, then threaded it over the back of her left leg. With one stem thusly controlled, Burlingame reached over, grabbed hold of Eliza’s right ankle and wrenched the whole limb back and over, curling it like a Half Crab done from a rather odd angle. Eyes shut tight as she felt her boot getting closer to the back of her head, Eliza kept one hand braced against the canvas and quested blindly with the other in hopes of finding the ropes within reach. Hands laced atop the champ’s trapped ankle, Burlingame pushed to one knee and leaned forward, putting even more torque on Eliza’s leg.
“Give it up, Eliza. You’re done.”
“Nuuuhhhh…NEVER!” the Renaissance Woman barked. “You’re not submitting me tonight, rich girl. Not tonight, not eveEERRRHHH!”
BILLION DOLLAR STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zr2RKxxsPMQ
Susan freed her left hand from the ankle clasp, cinched that arm around Bliss’s neck and joined her hands in an S-grip to transform her trap into some sort of bizarre STF! Cheek rested atop Eliza’s ankle to help keep her trapped in that hellacious coil, Susan huffed, “Tap out anytime, Bliss. No shame in losing to the best in the world.”
“Thuuuuhhhhh…. then… you… won’t mind… luuuuhhhh… losing to me!” Eliza snarled as she dug those deadly fingers into the deck and started inching her way toward the ropes accompanied by a whole chorus roaring ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’
As a teary-eyed Bliss continued her crawl at a snail’s pace toward the cables that would free her, Burlingame added insult to injury, using the sole of Eliza’s boot to ‘thwap’ her on the top of the skull. It’s little more than a light tap, but it’s a reminder, as if the diva needed one, how stretched out of proper alignment her limb was. Finally, the slender soprano wrapped a palm around the bottom rope and pled for release.
An attentive Castle immediately called for the break. Susan, smelling a record-tying third title reign, wasn’t happy to give up her ingenious and torturous grip, but she didn’t risk holding it past FOUR. Simultaneously, she let Blissy’s leg unfold and neck drop back into place. Rising, the Ace hovered over Eliza, looking at an imaginary watch on her wrist.
“So?” she asked.
Eliza used the ropes to pull up to her knees where she sagged to her haunches, chin to her chest. Burlingame provided a kick to the spine to get the Blackbird moving and a growling Bliss tugged herself the rest of the way to vertical.
Bliss spun to face the Black Courtier, brought a Lariat with her, but Sue was more than ready for the right arm, ducking beneath the swing and sweeping an arm between the Brit’s legs. Without a hint of effort, she ‘hupped’ a wide-eyed Eliza onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry, drew a squirming Eliza away from the strands a couple steps, and tossed the Songbird off her right side.
Susan rotated as she did and forced Eliza’s flawless features into her bended knee, Burlingame’s kneecap CRAAACKING into Blissy’s face courtesy the Ace of Spades.
ACE OF SPADES @ 00:16
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
Eliza’s head snapped back from the impact, her arms pinwheeling to keep herself upright. As Bliss fought to remain vertical, Susan hopped up from one knee and seamlessly put boot to chin with a Super Kick that sent Bliss sprawling. Eliza landed with a thud and settled in a spread-eagled sprawl, glassy-eyed and likely counting birdies circling just overhead.
Susan beamed as she turned a left wrist and held aloft the index, middle and ring fingers, not only to signify the upcoming three-count but her third World Title reign. Grabbing an ankle, she dragged Eliza’s ivory-skinned carcass to dead center and dropped across her in a Lateral Press, hooking the Englishwoman’s far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Superlative Soprano threw up an arm and with the shrug a shoulder was removed from the canvas. Burlingame shook her head, in disbelief not that Eliza had more fight but that she wanted to continue to show herself inferior.
“You’ve got no answers, bytch,” Sue informed. “Except one. And you aren’t getting those filthy fingers inside my luscious lips.”
Eliza rolled to all fours and can’t resist a verbal jab while she’s unable to provide a physical one.
“How’d you and Lily come out of the same womb?” Bliss huffed breathlessly.
From the look on the face of the Ace, it wasn’t the most appreciated inquiry Eliza might have asked. Burlingame collected Bliss around the noggin with both hands and RIPPED Eliza to her feet.
“Keep my family out of your mouth,” Sue growled, as she slid her grip to a Three Quarters Facelock.
Before Eliza could react, verbally or physically, the Black Courtier back flipped over the left shoulder of the startled Blackbird and tore Bliss off her feet with a perfect Ultimo DDT, spiking the back of the diva’s cranium into the deck.
ULTIMO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Qq5fwtfY0k
Susan pressed tight in a Crossbody pin, rolling the splattered champion into a tight cradle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOO!
Eliza’s body spasmed like she’s been zapped with 10,000 volts. She ended on her side, having momentarily saved herself from championship flash-in-the-pan-dom.
Sue grabbed a handful of dark locks and raised Eliza’s head on a limp neck, Bliss like a puppet with her strings cut. Burlingame delivered a paint brush to Blissy’s cheek that flushed the face of the diva and brought her back to something approximating awareness.
Eliza whistled a return slap that connects. It turned the head of the Rainmaker but hardly with the resounding clap of Susan’s version. A furious Burlingame unleashed a torrent of punches and forearms that knocked the diva to and fro until the Ace grew tired of the game.
She pulled the champion up as she rose and scooped the Superlative Soprano off her feet before THUMPING Eliza back to the canvas with a simple crisp Body Slam that had Blissy wincing and arching her back in pain.
With Eliza decked, Susan sped to the ropes to the Brit’s right. She leapt to the middle cable, grabbing the top as she landed. Pushing the rubber-coated steel down as far as she was able, Susan spun and springboarded halfway across the squared circle, sinewy, lethal legs leading the way for a Leg Drop across chest and throat.
But by the time Burlingame arrived, Eliza’s rolled clear and the Rainmaker spiked her tailbone into the canvas with no cushioning from the diva. Sue’s hands raced to her coccyx, massaging her taut glutes, face etched in pain from the manic misfire.
Sensing an opportunity to wash away the last several minutes of Burlingame domination, Bliss forced her way up to vertical. It’s an arduous process, one that Susan matches, ignoring the literal pain in her ass to further dismantle the figurative one. One positive for the champion, she rose behind Burlingame.
Slipping her head beneath a limp arm of the Ace, Eliza scooped Susan up from her foe’s six, forcing the wide-eyed challenger to shoulder level, Bliss turning the Rainmaker to parallel with the canvas.
It’s a quick and brutal trip down to an exposed knee for Sue, her spine battered by the bony joint as the Songbird forced a cry of pain from Susan with a vicious Backdrop Backbreaker.
BACKDROP BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWthLMpEXw8
Eliza shoved the mewling Susan to the canvas and quickly cradled both tawny stems, folding Burlingame in a Matchbook from the side for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The challenger kicked loose, raising a shoulder off the deck and rolling to her chest to keep the Black Court’s hopes alive to reclaim the top spot in the company.
A frustrated and disappointed Bliss slapped the canvas and hopped to her feet. She started to clap, quickly convincing the full house to join her, covering the sound of her footfalls as she moved to the nearest corner while Susan rubbed at her backbone, trying to assuage the anguish emanating from her spinal column.
Slowly, Burlingame began to rise while Eliza took a more expeditious path to the top buckle, spinning to face the ring and the slow ascent of her bronzed challenger.
As Susan rotated to find her foe, Eliza launched toward the Rainmaker, looking to bring the thunder with Sheer Bliss. Eliza’s arms wrapped over the shoulders and around the back of Susan’s neck, her tucked knees ramming into Burlingame’s chest. Gravity became Burlingame’s worst enemy and while Bliss absorbed some punishment against her vertebrae, the Ace was caught flush by Eliza’s brutal Inverted Lungblower.
SHEER BLISS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AVLnMtTPuYg
A demolished Burlingame flopped to her back shuddering as Eliza leapt atop her for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOO!
Sue shoved the champion away with half a second to spare, her own desire to claim the spotlight undimmed even after the hellacious impact. Eliza must’ve sensed the determination coming off her nemesis because she wasted no time whatsoever plunging her hands into Burlingame’s battle damp locks. Setting the American upright with a rather catty yank, Bliss spun her around and slipped her right arm under Sue’s right bicep, all the better to wrench the limb overhead with a Half Nelson. In the same beat she coiled her left arm around the blonde’s left elbow and wrenched backward, trapping that wing in a Chickenwing. The two halves added up to a beautifully brutal whole the instant Bliss dropped her hips and snapped off a flawless bridge, the Renaissance Woman showing off serious tossing prowess as she PLANTED Susan on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy the Soubrette-Plex. With Burlingame folded into another diaphragm-crushing Matchbook, Eliza pushed onto tiptoes and squeezed as tight as she could through the…
SOUBRETTE-PLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WrWHldSaq4A
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Susan shuddered loose, the copper skinned lovely landing in a facedown sprawl just fast enough to avoid a hard-fought defeat. Breathing deep to rein in the frustration gnawing at her gut, Eliza showed three fingers to Castle, then huffed in irritation when he answered with two. “You are a stubborn presence in my spotlight, there is no question of that.” the Superlative Soprano admitted as she rose to her full height. “But the finale is rapidly approaching and when the curtain falls only one of us will be standing to receive their accolades.”
Bound and determined to establish herself as so much more than a feel good fluke, Eliza raised her hands overhead and began to clap. Once again the crowd joined her, thus providing a veritable volley of palm-powered percussion to rouse the Rainmaker from her groggy slumber. Ending her own applause to crook her right hand into that dangerous ‘C’, Bliss circled the recovering Courtier, the brunette taking special care to stay in her opponent’s blind spot. Poised and ready to strike as Susan finally regained her footing, Eliza pursed her lips and offered up the sunniest bird call she could imagine. Burlingame whirled on the spot, her left arm scything out in a Uraken backhand that would’ve swiveled Eliza’s head if she hadn’t dipped in the knick of time. It was a narrow miss for the Ace, alas it proved quite costly as the champ lunged through her exposed defenses and jammed the Cleft Note into her mouth!
Bearing down on her clawin’ wrist the very second she drove her fingers beneath Sue’s tongue, Eliza stormed forward and “OOOOFFFHHHHHH!” Overzealousness proved a dangerous enemy as Burlingame impaled the Briton’s belly with the stiffest Kneelift she could muster. Even that wasn’t enough to break the Note, so Susan put both hands against the brunette’s chest and pushed her as far as that damned talon would allow. Then she planted on her left foot and brought the right up n’ around n a vicious slash that THWHACKED her shin off the side of Eliza’s skull!
Eliza’s knees went loose and she stumbled hard, Cleft Note retracting with a damp gasp as she stumbled in fencepost holes en route to the ropes. Burlingame stomped after her, the infuriated heiress looking galvanized after her brush with the hold that’d humbled her at ‘Mania. Eliza grabbed for the ropes just as Susan reached for her hair, unfortunately they both came up short and the Songbird tumbled through the strands to land in an awkward heap on the apron. “Get it back in the ring ASAP, Sue.” Castle warned Susan as she slipped out after the Englishwoman. “You can’t win a World Title out there.”
“No, but I remind her who the hell she’s dealing with.” Knowing just how to accomplish such a task, the Bankable Bombshell hopped over the ropes and immediately set about peeling Bliss off the deck. It wasn’t an easy task, as attrition as well at that brutal Roundhouse left the World Champ’s usually firm frame dangerously pliable. This didn’t deter Susannah in the slightest and it wasn’t long before she had Eliza upright and facing the audience with both arms hooked over the top rope to keep her snugged in place. Positioned off to Bliss’s left, Sue hooked grabbed the top rope for balance and raised an index finger to the rafters. “COUNT ‘EM OFF, PEOPLE!”
The opera aficionados didn’t care to oblige the request, but the rest of the FAWNatics picked up the slack, thus providing a raucous running tally as the Ace THWHAPPED across her opponent’s defenseless tits! ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE…’ Burlingame set her feet, reared back and roared in with a Clothesline meant to dump the kick-shocked Brit back into the ring for the finishing touch. ‘Meant’ being the operative word, as Bliss slipped free of her rubber-coated shackles to duck the challenger by the slimmest of margins.
Granted the brief, but infinitely valuable gift of her opponent’s back, Eliza grabbed Susan by the shoulders and THWHUMPED a single brutal Headbutt into the base of her neck. Unprepared for such brute force from the bendy Blackbird, Susan slopped over the ropes and could’ve stayed there for a good long while if Eliza hadn’t cinched her arms and wrenched them back in a Double Chickenwing. Gasps of surprise from the crowd (not to mention Nick Castle) as Bliss turned them in opposite directions, Susan ultimately bent over double with the nape of her neck wedged against the Renaissance Woman’s back. “Jesus, Eliza! Don’t even think about--” The Senior Official cringed alongside everyone else when Bliss stepped out into the void and THWHONKED Susan’s face into the apron with the damndest Decrescendo FAWN had seen in a very long while!
Rushing to brace her hands against Burlingame’s shoulder and hip so she didn’t tumble all the way to the floor, Bliss shoved the glassy-eyed Rainmaker back under the bottom rope and dove in after her, Eliza practically splashing across Susan’s chest before she hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRE-SUSAN BURLINGAME LIVES!
Astonishment from all corners as Burlingame inched a shoulder off the canvas and Castle threw a frantic ‘don’t’ring it!’ signal to the Timekeeper. Perhaps the only person in the arena not losing their shyt was Eliza herself, the dark-eyed World Champion remarkably nonplussed in the wake of a colossal show of defiance. Corralling the crippled Courtier’s ears in a tight grip, Bliss peeled Susan off the mat in stages, then wheeled her around and secured the Double Chickenwing for the second time in less than a minute.
The encore went just as smooth as its predecessor, though the finale proved different than before, as the Songbird was loathe to repeat herself. With a senseless Susan trapped behind her, Eliza swung right, then left, the Renaissance Woman Eliza twisting back the way she’d came to spin both ladies into a gorgeous mid-air corkscrew that culminated with Burlingame TWHONKING down on the crown of her skull! Bounced onto her back as the latest victim of the Prima Decrescendo, Sue showed no signs of life as Eliza clambered aboard in a high, tight Schoolgirl Pin made all the more difficult thanks to an emphatic Matchbook. Leaned down far enough to press her forehead to the canvas, Eliza growled, “Stay down you bloody witch.” as Castle and the crowd counted off…
PRIMA DECRESCENDO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aMg4NTbVoWg
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Eliza released the American’s legs and sat up, the victorious diva taking great pleasure in making sure Sue’s features were wedged beneath her undercarriage as the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… ELIZA BLISS!”
The brunette waved to the crowd, though she didn’t rise when Castle approached with the title. Rather she pushed onto her knees and swung around to plant those glorious glutes atop her rival’s insensate mug! “This is your favorite, isn’t it?” Eliza waggled her hips back and forth, the Brit’s smile growing wider as Sue’s nose all but disappeared beneath her haunches. No answer from Susan of course, not even after a few more grinds and a couple hard tummy slaps. Finally satisfied that the spotlight was hers and hers alone, Eliza rose off her defeated challenger, making a special point to keep Burlingame in her shadow as she ‘flicked’ her trunks back into place. Then she accepted the belt from Castle, strapped it around her waist and dropped into a deep curtsey to thank the FAWNatics for their support of her burgeoning reign. The ovation was still going strong when the broadcast faded to black several seconds later.
The speakers cut loose with an electronic scream and those gathered for Fall Out answered with a great deal of the throat-born variety, as was tradition in the presence of the Rainmaker. Delighted to return to the Main Event with gold on the line, Sue Burlingame stormed through the curtain and stretched her arms in a wide ‘T’ that called down a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro from overhead. For tonight’s encounter with a career-long rival, the bronzed brunette hardbody wore a snug black tank-top sporting a bit of prophesizing disguised as a hashtag: #THREETIME-THREETIME-THREETIME. It earned a split reaction from the sold out crowd and once again raised the question of whether it was more appropriate to cheer the heiress for her skills or jeer her for her ‘hottest chick in the room’ attitude.
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
The woman in question didn‘t give a damn how they reacted, long as they did it at the top of their lungs. To that end, Susan basked in their attention for several seconds, then grabbed the bottom edge of her tank-top in both hands and peeled it off in a single well practiced movement. Then she tossed it aside and ran an appraising hand over the washboard expanse of her midsection, one of the many places she anticipated melodious tears falling before the night was over. For her battle against the snippy Songbird, she wore the usual dark blue two piece with gold trim. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look. Eager to join the rarified air enjoyed by the likes of Daniel, London and VanBuren (and to avenge a ’Mania loss), the Ace headed down the aisle with a dangerous amount of swagger in her step.
Avoiding the fans because it was so much goddamned fun, Susan abruptly burst into a flat out run, dove under the bottom rope and sprang to her feet. Positioned directly in the center of the ring, she tipped a teasing little salute to referee Nick Castle, then hopped onto the nearest corner and spread her arms wide for another round of conflicted roars. “Blissy finally got her moment at Mania,” Burlingame admitted to the crowd, “but tonight she learns what I already know. Winning a title is easy. KEEPING it however… that’s a song she can’t sing.” Several opera aficionados in the first few rows voiced their displeasure but Sue paid them no mind, the brunette choosing to focus on a series of last minute stretches as she waited for Eliza to make her (undoubtedly overblown) entrance.
With the Rainmaker drawing a thunderstorm of discontent from the FAWNarics, the house lights of the arena dimmed, leading to the requisite hoots and hollers from the excited throng. A white-hot spotlight broke the darkness and fell upon the stage and a lean, lithe brunette with a glittering gold-plated belt around her waist gracefully strode into view.
ELIZA BLISS:
With the dangerous diva’s takedown of the despicable Double-J bolstering their growing admiration and love, the crowd provided the slender Songbird an ovation worthy of Pavarotti. The PA was quick to announce the dark-haired grappler’s arrival before she began her breathtaking warbling.
“And introducing her opponent! Hailing from London, England, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-two pounds! She is the Renaissance Woman, the Superlative Soprano and the FAWN World Champion, please welcome, ELIZA BLISSSSSSSSS!”
A sweet melodious set of notes reached to the heights, the highest high of soprano superlatives failed to describe the beauty of the operatic ecstasy.
Eliza raised her arms dramatically and serenaded the FAWNatics with her own entrance accompaniment, no one else able to reach the perfect notes of sweet rapture.
Blissy set herself on the upper stage. The long locks of the sinewy brunette fell in great cascades, Bliss clad in a tight, lacy black one-piece that clung to her lightly tanned form; curious, futuristic, metallic wristbands, glittered from each wrist to only a few inches short of her elbows. Below, she wore tempting, knee-high black leather boots. The Englishwoman strode down the aisle belting out the concluding aria of Giulio Cesare, the opera that had made her famous or infamous, depending on fan or foe.
Eliza’s singles’ career ascendant after a long period in the doldrums, the reigning World Champion proved glorious, her vocal chords providing instant ecstasy as had the ‘Summer and now Fall of Bliss’.
The Songbird strode to the ring, waving and smiling, finishing her beautiful verse and slapping hands with those lucky enough to be on the aisle.
Reaching the squared circle, Eliza circled, making contact with the crowd, particularly pleased with a placard that noted “The Ace is played out!”
The radiant brunette nodded in agreement and raised her microphone once more.
“There’s no one I’d rather leave at my feet,” Eliza informed. “Destroying the Black Court’s jackanapes will be only the first of many soul stirring melodies to grace the FAWN Arena!”
The sinewy soprano handed over the stick and moved toward the squared circle to an eruption of applause. She skipped up the ring steps, slid through the ropes, and kept an eye locked on Burlingame as she floated to her corner. Reaching her home base, Eliza turned over her title belt for safe keeping, ready to rebuke Susan’s efforts for a third run as FAWN’s ultimate hombrette.
Considering the highlights of their career rivalry (dozens of shorn tops, some of the most merciless Face Sits in FAWN history, half a dozen different Gladiatrix covers and even a Casket Match) the FAWNatics fully expected champion and challenger to throw themselves at one another the instant the bell sounded. And indeed the Fall Out Main Event started on script, with blonde and brunette heading for her foe on a razor sharp diagonal. Bliss reached center first, the Briton perhaps a half-tic faster than usual thanks to the golden pep in her step and a burning desire to validate her reign against one of the biggest names of the last decade.
Hunched forward in a careful grappler’s crouch, Eliza extended one hand and then the other, the Songbird ready to clench or defend as she saw fit. Susan got low as well but she only reached with one hand, apparently confident she could deal with the champion’s advances. Sensing no duplicity from the American, Bliss carefully laced her fingers with Burlingame’s, then reached forward to-- Sue’s free hand darted in with viper quickness, the Ace of the Black Court going for her wrist so quickly Eliza broke away rather than let Sue set the pace.
Bliss frowned as they resumed circling, the brunette irritated that the Rainmaker could still tweak her nerves even after she’d laid claim to the big gold-- surprise, consternation and outright disbelief from the Opera Aficionados in attendance when Burlingame rose from her crouch and extended a hand to the champion. Eliza regarded it with the same mixture of skepticism and thinly-veiled disdain as the rest of her fans. “You’ll understand my hesitancy, Susannah.”
“Believe me, I thought about this for a long time.” the challenger noted. “A LONG time. Even then I was still tempted to stroll up and slap you across the face because it feels so goddamned good, but then Lil’ reminded me that you submitted the bytch who humiliated her in front of the world AND that you did it at a time when she was operating on a level that no one else could touch. So this,” she tipped the hand pointed in Bliss’s direction, “is my thanks for putting JJ in her place and a show of respect for climbing to the top of the FAWN mountain.”
Eliza thought about it, reached for the heiress’s hand, then drew back. “If this is a trick--”
“I don’t need tricks to beat you, Eliza.” Sue interrupted. “Consult the scoreboard if you need a reminder.”
Bliss didn’t. She’d wrestled Susan dozens of times during her career every single time those bouts ended with her nose wedged in the American’s posterior for a three count or shrieking melodically as she tapped out to one diabolical submission hold or the other.
Then came ‘Mania 2015.
On that night Bliss broke the slump in resounding fashion, rendering the former World Champion unconscious with the Cleft Note, then posing over her, boot-on-cheek while the cameras ate up every bit of it. Until last month it had been her favorite ‘Mania memory and even now it was a close second. After a long moment’s deliberation, the champion reached out and shook Susan’s hand. “You are a bright star, Susannah, a true beacon in FAWN’s sky. But even your light dims against that thrown by the World Champion. You may share my stage for as long as you’d like, with the understanding that when you leave you will do so humbled and without the prize you seek.” She squeezed the American’s hand a bit harder than necessary and felt a tingle run up her spine when Burlingame did the same.
“We’ll see who gets humbled, Songbird. Now, you ready to fight for top billing?”
“Whenever you’re ready, dearest.”
Sue pumped the champ’s hand one more time, let loose and immediately pounced on her with a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Eliza didn’t shy away, in fact she surged into the blonde hard enough for their tummies to make a crisp SMACK when they collided. Unwilling to tolerate any sort of stalemate against her longtime nemesis, Eliza moved a hand to Sue’s chin and would’ve forced her head back if Burlingame hadn’t snatched that wrist, stepped back and spun her arm in a wide circle! Quick to bend the brunette’s hand backward against her own wrist, Susan halved the grip and raised her other arm overhead to drive the point of that elbow into Eliza’s bicep. She followed with a second Arm Wringer that left the World Champ almost doubled over with the effort of relieving the torque.
Never one to pass up an exploitable opportunity, Susan stabbed Eliza’s bicep with another quick Elbow Smash, then swung around on the Englishwoman’s flank and shifted her grip so that one hand was controlling Eliza’s shoulder and her other arm was slipped through the ‘V’ created by Bliss’s torqued wing. Gripping her own wrist for extra leverage, Sue used the not quite a Hammerlock / not quite an Armbar to guide the wincing battler down onto her stomach. Pressing a knee to the small of Eliza’s back even as she wrenched up on the simple hold, Susan asked, “Defending a title’s a lot different than winning one, isn’t it Songbird?” Not going to tweet a surrender just yet, are you?”
Bliss waggled a finger to Castle to keep him placated, then braced that hand against the mat and used it (along with her knee) as pivot points to spin the both of them closer to the ro--”AAARRRHHH!” Sue pressed the crown of her head to the mat and somersaulted forward into a gorgeous bridge that wrenched Bliss’s arm up & forward in an elegantly administered Fujiwara Armbar!
BRIDGING FUJIWARA ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ivDw-PSE5U
Eliza wailed, pounded a fist against the mat, then shifted her focus to Burlingame’s exposed ribs. The Ace endured it for a good five seconds before she rolled out and back to the original grip that brought ‘em both to the canvas. “Dangerous with only one arm, I see.” Sue murmured. “Good to know.” With that she thum-thum-THUMPED a trio of quick knees into Eliza’s lower back, then flowed from the Armbar to a Double Chickenwing. Hands locked between the champ’s shoulders, Susan leaned down to make sure the clasp was solid and quickly craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back to peel Bliss’s upper body off the mat with a Camel Clutch of sorts.
“C’mon Blissy, aren’t you supposed to be the star of this show? Wrestle like it!” Burlingame poured more power into the hold, forcing Eliza to shake her head ‘no, no, no’ to let them know she wasn’t going anywhere. Sue had figured as much, so after another five seconds she pulled her knee out of the Englishwoman’s back and used the Double Chickenwing to haul Eliza to boot leather. Jerking up on the brunette’s arms to keep them out of play, Burlingame snuggled in against her foe’s six, dropped her hips and-- the Renaissance Woman hooked a shin behind her attacker’s calf to keep the Suplex from getting off the ground. Sue grunted, pulled loose and earned a yelp from Eliza thanks to a quick Kneelift to the glutes. From there she wrenched up on the Chickenwing, pressed a little close and--”NGH!”
Bliss snapped her head backward, catching the heiress across the bridge of the nose. Sue disengaged at once, eyes watering, hands flying to her face as she sought to create some distance. No such luck though, Eliza kept pace with the retreating challenger and quickly reeled her into a snug Side Headlock. Grinding Susan’s noggin between her torso and forearm, Bliss kept her knotted hands tight across the blonde’s eyes to ensure any possible escape attempt would cost dearly. After a second or two to catch her breath, Eliza brought her left leg up high, then stamped it down in time with dropping the Headlock, forcing Burlingame to double over or lose her balance entirely. From there she did it three more times, Susan’s distressing growing louder and more obvious until the Blackbird slung her over her hip and rode her to the mat, Bliss stretched out astride her foe’s chest while Burlingame stamped her heels in frustration.
BLISSFUL HEADLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ihQO8SenEf0
“And THAT dear Susannah,” Eliza tightened the Headlock, grinding the trapped blonde’s chin against the crook of her armpit, “Is why I am the star and you are merely a talented understudy!”
Unconvinced of Eliza’s casting decision of this Fallout finale, Burlingame struggled to vertical despite Blissy’s continued clamp around her noggin. Raising her hands to the Blackbird’s hips, she shoved the Superlative Soprano off with a heave that broke her free and sent Eliza scurrying to the opposite ropes.
Following to the middle, the dual World Champion set center stage, making herself a roadblock for the diva. As the rebounding Bliss rocketed toward her, Susan reached out to snag her foe first, but Eliza baseball slide beautifully through Burlingame’s widened base. The Blackbird tugged the lower limbs of the Ace out from under her, Susan landing on her face and chest with a resounding THUMP against the canvas.
With Sue checking her aching beak with both hands as she cursed into her palms, Eliza scrambled up at Susan’s feet. The dark-haired Englishwoman locked her left leg amongst both of Susan’s tawny stems and with the Black Courtier’s gams knotted, Eliza, pointed away from the rest of Burlingame’s body, dropped into an arch, the crown of her head landing next to the Rainmaker’s shoulder. Bliss reached out her arms, cupping her laced palms under Susan’s chin and wrenching back in a flawless Double Aria.
DOUBLE ARIA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sjXEfkwZe4o
The ref asked if the Ace wants to shut it down and she growled a muffled “Hell no”. A tug from Eliza forced a yelp from between Sue’s lips right after. But realizing she couldn’t keep the bridge any longer without straining her own spine, Eliza released her grip and let Burlingame fall flat.
While Susan reached to the base of her backbone to massage out the throbbing ache, Eliza’s on her feet, adding a stomp to the bottom of her foe’s spine, and another, and another. Susan shuddered with each additional boot to her lower vertebrae, rolling to her back to protect herself.
Eliza reached down to corral Burlingame’s braincase.
“C’mon,” Bliss demanded, “not like you to melt under the spotlight, dearheart.”
The slender soprano maneuvers Susan up and into a vulnerable dragon sleeper arch, her left arm wrapped around the Ace’s neck, Burlingame’s back again curled, this time pointed toward the canvas.
Dropping into a crouch, Eliza exploded, vaulting Susan into the air. In the time it took the challenger to flip over, Bliss sidled with her cargo to the ropes and dropped Burlingame’s belly across the top cable, leaving the rubber-coated steel to gut her foe, Susan folded in half by the Inverted Suplex Stun Gun.
INVERTED SUPLEX STUN GUN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q_dFS4FIZa8
As the Court’s most lethal weapon gurgled, hung up like laundry on the line, the Songbird pushed to her feet to the roar of the crowd, the FAWNatics enjoying a champ they could get behind showing her stuff.
Collecting Burlingame’s head in a Front Facelock, Eliza pulled Susan slowly and carefully away from the rope until her foe’s ankles hooked against the rubber-coated steel, Sue extended to her full length, the crowd excited in anticipation.
A beaming Bliss looked the fans over, providing a knowing nod before laying out and SPIKING the crown of Susan’s skull into the canvas with a vicious rope-assisted DDT. Burlingame’s flaccid body somersaulted to a spreadeagle, no movement afterward but the soft swell of her chest.
Eliza, on her knees, bowed to the adoring audience and ‘walked’ over to the splayed Susan. She settled in a tight Lateral Press, hooking Burlingame’s far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Rainmaker proved she had a little precipitation left to provide, the grappler hoping to join Shea, Chrissy, and Portia as the only three-time World Champs, throwing a shoulder up firmly. She rolled to her side beneath a hovering Bliss, the Briton on all fours, offering an appreciative nod.
As Sue rotated fully to her chest, Bliss let her scoot partially out from under, but when Burlingame’s lower legs started to pass, Eliza snatched her foe’s left ankle with both hands, then wrapping both arms around the joint. With haste, the Blackbird rose to one knee to twist and wrench at the ankle, shouting with perfect pitch for Susan to surrender to her Fortissimo.
FORTISSIMO @ 00:22
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLHgjcqjIeU
Burlingame tugged at her coppery blonde locks to spread the anguish, but it’s no use as she belted out a shriek that wasn’t nearly in tune. The slender soprano rose to her feet and shifted her entire body from side to side to bring even more torque to the ankle, somehow increasing the amount of agony. A teary-eyed Susan dug her fingers into the deck and crawled toward the ropes. It’s a slow agonizing trek but she’s within inches when Eliza draaaaaaaagged her rival back to dead center.
The maneuver drew a joyful eruption from the crowd, but something else from the Ace. Guessing Eliza might tease her in such cruel fashion, Sue proved ready for the tug and was able to flip to her back mid-pull. A swinging kick from her free leg to the side of Eliza’s knee, nearly buckled the Brit and was excruciating enough that the diva reflexively released Burlingame in order to hobble off a few steps, cursing not so much under her breath.
Despite the pain involved in rising to vertical, the carrot of a third World title got Susan on her boot soles expeditiously. The tawny-skinned grappler limped noticeably, but only slightly more so than a wincing Bliss.
If either had seen the other with two working wheels, they might not have advanced, but feeling on even ground, the champ and the challenger did just that, meeting in the middle. Or they would have if Susannah hadn’t been the first to ignore her pain and shoot her throbbing ankle up, sending the foot attached DEEP into the alabaster belly of Bliss.
A groaning, bug-eyed Eliza doubled breathlessly. Susan threw one of the diva’s arms across the back of her neck while wrapping her left arm tightly around Blissy in a Front Facelock. Not wasting an instant, Susan forced the soprano to an overturned vertical position in the blink of an eye and DROPPED her directly down on her skull and shoulders with a ridiculous Snap Brainbuster that took the wind out of Eliza’s and the crowd’s sails.
SNAP BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCGX7DvbDXA
Bliss got halfway to a seated position before gravity took her limp frame back to a starfish on the canvas. Burlingame, gritting her perfect pearlies through the discomfort, knew it’s all worth it to reclaim FAWN’s top spot for a record-tying third time with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Bliss threw a shoulder up with less than a half-tick to spare. Burlingame spared a glance at the ref’s two raised fingers to make sure but not to make a federal case.
Instead, Susan pushed to her feet and backpedaled to the ropes behind her, catching the top and leaning heavily, drawing in deep breaths as she watched the champion slowly push her way to all fours. At that instant, the Ace pulls one out of her sleeve, racing forward and lifting her lead leg high, then SLAMMING it down in a brutal Axe Kick across the back of Eliza’s skull.
A second impact of Eliza’s features to thinly-sheathed plywood was barely better for the diva and from the appearance of the limp, facedown sprawl, it appeared Blissy might be a flash-in-the pan champ.
AXE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6N0Ee0n8SE
But Susan didn’t roll the dilapidated diva over for the pin. Instead, she scraped up what’s left of the Songbird by a handful of hair and a wrist. It’s not an easy task for Sue, but the burning yank of Eliza’s mane did some convincing for the soprano and Burlingame was able to lead the drunkenly stumbling Englishwoman to the nearest corner. Claiming the inside position next to the buckles, Susan climbed to a seat on the top buckle and underhooked both arms of the reeling diva, ready to leap and twist over the top to separate the pretender from her title belt with a Burlingamebreaker.
Feet planted on the second buckle, Susan was a whisper shy of putting the champ’s head through the canvas when Eliza threaded a foot over the bottom rope and demanded, “Break!”
Irritated by the effortless escape, Burlingame halved the grip, raised her free hand high overhead and brought it down in a whistling Slap that CRAAAACKED between Bliss’s shoulders. The Songbird yowled, straightened up and promptly had her head swiveled by another scathing Bytch Slap from the Rainmaker! “Hmmmh, sounds a little out of tune to me,” Sue murmured as she grabbed a big ol’ handful of Brit hair and tugged Bliss free of her sanctuary. “Guess I’ll have to slap you harder next UUURRRRRRHHHHK!”
Eliza swatted those encroaching hooks aside, shoved the heiress back on her haunches and stabbed a stiff-fingered Uppercut into the hollow of her throat! Susan gagged and hunched forward, she might’ve tumbled from her seat if Bliss hadn’t helped herself to a vengeful hair pull of her own. Yanking the challenger in so close their foreheads touched, the Renaissance Woman mashed Sue’s cheeks in a galling ‘fish face’ and growled, “Slap my face again and I’ll break your jawWHOOAAAARRGGHHHHH!”
The Courtier twisted free of Eliza’s control, grabbed her left wrist in both hands and dropped backward over the top rope while simultaneously threading her legs around the other brunette’s exposed arm! Shrieks from Bliss and the FAWNatics, albeit for very different reasons as the latter marveled over the deftly-administered Armbar and the former pounded desperate fists into her attacker’s shin and thigh.
ROPE HUNG CROSS ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1eFVyevtv0
Castle let the rope-augmented hold go on for an internal five count before he strode over and tapped Burlingame’s knee. “Let her go, Sue.”
“Count for me, Nicky!” Burlingame sounded quite thrilled as she continued to wrench on the Blackbird’s vulnerable wing. The ref did, a ‘FOUR!’ second eternity that saw Eliza gasp with relief when Susan hoisted herself back to her original perch. Alas, her reprieve proved a short one as the Ace cupped Bliss’s ears and quickly tucked her head under one arm. A double set of Underhooks later and Susannah shot out of her corner, the former World Champ looking to three-peat with a swift half circle that saw her drop to a seat and THAWHUNK Bliss’s forehead into the deck!
BURLINGAMEBREAKER @ 4:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qlUvUoqtnds
Stretched out flat by the Burlingamebreaker, Eliza offered no resistance when the other brunette shot the Half Nelson and shoveled her onto her back. Hooking the far leg with one hand, Sue clamped the bottom half of Bliss’s pretty features in a makeshift Iron Claw while Castle and several thousand others tolled…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNO!
Eliza maintained her control over the stage and the gold by kicking out with a half second to spare. Susan seemed nonplussed by the escape, only rocking back on her knees to catch a breath and tuck some hair behind her ears while Bliss peeled herself off the mat. Careful to keep herself in the Englishwoman’s blind spot once she was vertical, Burlingame abruptly snuggled in from behind and hooked her left leg over Bliss’s left thigh. In the same breath she curled around Eliza’s right side and snaked her left arm under her foe’s right bicep, all the better to secure the Abdominal Stretch! Grabbing hold of her rival’s one-piece for a bit of extra leverage, Sue got low and leeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back, drawing a pained wail from the trapped Songbird.
“What do you say, Eliza?” Castle asked upon noting the obvious pain etched on his charge’s patrician features. “Need me to call for the bell?”
Bliss shook her head ‘no’ at once, crooked her free left arm into a ‘V’ and gouged the tip of her elbow into Burlingame’s bronzed thigh. Sue grimaced, then gave the champ a taste of her own medicine by grinding her left elbow into the exposed expanse of Eliza’s flank. “Sing for me, Liz.” the Rainmaker demanded as she worked to grind down the stubborn wrestler’s reserves. “Let me hear those high notes.”
Bliss bared her teeth, jabbed another pair of elbows home, hissed when Burlingame repaid it with three more. “If you hear them at all it’ll be through the muffler of my arse, Susieeeeerrrrrgggggggghhhhhh!”
Susan traded in the elbow grind for a Belly Claw, a specialty of Olivia Dare, as Eliza was sure the challenger knew. “You really want to go that way, Bliss? Because this crowd will belong to me if I decide to bury you in assSSEEERRRRHHH!”
The Superlative Soprano reached up and back, grabbed a huge handful of hair and tried to remove it from the American’s scalp. “Hey, let go of her hair, Eli--”
“This is between us, Castle.” Nick’s good intentions came to naught, as Sue cut him off sharply. With the ref tended to for the moment, Burlingame squeezed the Belly Claw a little harder and said, “Let go of my hair, Eliza. Now.”
“I think not.” Bliss jostled her hand to prove how much she enjoyed the current arrangement. “Unless of course you’re willing to curtail this pathetic imitation of my friend’s offAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWW YOU WICKED BYTCH!”
Susan relinquished the Belly Claw, slid that hand down, around an over, a perfect Dennehy Grip between the Brit’s thighs that had Eliza sobbing with pain and the opera lovers in attendance worried about a truncated reign for their heroine. “My hair will grow back, Bliss.” Susan explained as she continued to wage war on the other brunette’s undercarriage. “Can you say the same for kitty here?”
Eliza shouted a hoarse negation, more to keep Castle at bay than in response to the challenger’s taunt. Knowing full well that the Hair Pull would either dissolve or get her disqualified long before Burlingame abandoned her own hooks, Eliza sucked in a deep breath, then tightened her grip and pulled down as hard as she could. Sue moaned and retaliated with another vile squeeze but she didn’t try to pull back, so Bliss let go and stuffed a desperation Cleft Note in the challenger’s mouth!
She managed a single white-knuckle pulse before Burlingame broke Stretch and Claw to SLAM the point of one knee into the small of Eliza’s back! Supported by legs that felt like rotten rubber, Eliza staggered forward with an arm outstretched in search of the ropes or anything else that might keep her upright. In the end Susan provided the assist herself, gluing herself to the Englishwoman’s back to secure a Full Nelson. Fingers locked, the Rainmaker got low and popped her hips to THWHUMP Eliza down flush on the back of her head and shoulders with a Dragon Suplex. Toes on the mat, tush pointed to the rafters, Bliss squirmed weakly as Castle swooped in to count…
DRAGON SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YRI1SIYtM8
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOO!
Eliza twisted loose at the last second, the bedraggled champion flopping onto her stomach before gamely rising to all fours. Not liking the ache in her jaw even after such brief expose to the Cleft Note, Susan sidled around on Eliza’s left flank and deftly worked her right leg under the Songbird’s belly, then threaded it over the back of her left leg. With one stem thusly controlled, Burlingame reached over, grabbed hold of Eliza’s right ankle and wrenched the whole limb back and over, curling it like a Half Crab done from a rather odd angle. Eyes shut tight as she felt her boot getting closer to the back of her head, Eliza kept one hand braced against the canvas and quested blindly with the other in hopes of finding the ropes within reach. Hands laced atop the champ’s trapped ankle, Burlingame pushed to one knee and leaned forward, putting even more torque on Eliza’s leg.
“Give it up, Eliza. You’re done.”
“Nuuuhhhh…NEVER!” the Renaissance Woman barked. “You’re not submitting me tonight, rich girl. Not tonight, not eveEERRRHHH!”
BILLION DOLLAR STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zr2RKxxsPMQ
Susan freed her left hand from the ankle clasp, cinched that arm around Bliss’s neck and joined her hands in an S-grip to transform her trap into some sort of bizarre STF! Cheek rested atop Eliza’s ankle to help keep her trapped in that hellacious coil, Susan huffed, “Tap out anytime, Bliss. No shame in losing to the best in the world.”
“Thuuuuhhhhh…. then… you… won’t mind… luuuuhhhh… losing to me!” Eliza snarled as she dug those deadly fingers into the deck and started inching her way toward the ropes accompanied by a whole chorus roaring ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’
As a teary-eyed Bliss continued her crawl at a snail’s pace toward the cables that would free her, Burlingame added insult to injury, using the sole of Eliza’s boot to ‘thwap’ her on the top of the skull. It’s little more than a light tap, but it’s a reminder, as if the diva needed one, how stretched out of proper alignment her limb was. Finally, the slender soprano wrapped a palm around the bottom rope and pled for release.
An attentive Castle immediately called for the break. Susan, smelling a record-tying third title reign, wasn’t happy to give up her ingenious and torturous grip, but she didn’t risk holding it past FOUR. Simultaneously, she let Blissy’s leg unfold and neck drop back into place. Rising, the Ace hovered over Eliza, looking at an imaginary watch on her wrist.
“So?” she asked.
Eliza used the ropes to pull up to her knees where she sagged to her haunches, chin to her chest. Burlingame provided a kick to the spine to get the Blackbird moving and a growling Bliss tugged herself the rest of the way to vertical.
Bliss spun to face the Black Courtier, brought a Lariat with her, but Sue was more than ready for the right arm, ducking beneath the swing and sweeping an arm between the Brit’s legs. Without a hint of effort, she ‘hupped’ a wide-eyed Eliza onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry, drew a squirming Eliza away from the strands a couple steps, and tossed the Songbird off her right side.
Susan rotated as she did and forced Eliza’s flawless features into her bended knee, Burlingame’s kneecap CRAAACKING into Blissy’s face courtesy the Ace of Spades.
ACE OF SPADES @ 00:16
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53ygI28ZM8
Eliza’s head snapped back from the impact, her arms pinwheeling to keep herself upright. As Bliss fought to remain vertical, Susan hopped up from one knee and seamlessly put boot to chin with a Super Kick that sent Bliss sprawling. Eliza landed with a thud and settled in a spread-eagled sprawl, glassy-eyed and likely counting birdies circling just overhead.
Susan beamed as she turned a left wrist and held aloft the index, middle and ring fingers, not only to signify the upcoming three-count but her third World Title reign. Grabbing an ankle, she dragged Eliza’s ivory-skinned carcass to dead center and dropped across her in a Lateral Press, hooking the Englishwoman’s far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Superlative Soprano threw up an arm and with the shrug a shoulder was removed from the canvas. Burlingame shook her head, in disbelief not that Eliza had more fight but that she wanted to continue to show herself inferior.
“You’ve got no answers, bytch,” Sue informed. “Except one. And you aren’t getting those filthy fingers inside my luscious lips.”
Eliza rolled to all fours and can’t resist a verbal jab while she’s unable to provide a physical one.
“How’d you and Lily come out of the same womb?” Bliss huffed breathlessly.
From the look on the face of the Ace, it wasn’t the most appreciated inquiry Eliza might have asked. Burlingame collected Bliss around the noggin with both hands and RIPPED Eliza to her feet.
“Keep my family out of your mouth,” Sue growled, as she slid her grip to a Three Quarters Facelock.
Before Eliza could react, verbally or physically, the Black Courtier back flipped over the left shoulder of the startled Blackbird and tore Bliss off her feet with a perfect Ultimo DDT, spiking the back of the diva’s cranium into the deck.
ULTIMO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Qq5fwtfY0k
Susan pressed tight in a Crossbody pin, rolling the splattered champion into a tight cradle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOO!
Eliza’s body spasmed like she’s been zapped with 10,000 volts. She ended on her side, having momentarily saved herself from championship flash-in-the-pan-dom.
Sue grabbed a handful of dark locks and raised Eliza’s head on a limp neck, Bliss like a puppet with her strings cut. Burlingame delivered a paint brush to Blissy’s cheek that flushed the face of the diva and brought her back to something approximating awareness.
Eliza whistled a return slap that connects. It turned the head of the Rainmaker but hardly with the resounding clap of Susan’s version. A furious Burlingame unleashed a torrent of punches and forearms that knocked the diva to and fro until the Ace grew tired of the game.
She pulled the champion up as she rose and scooped the Superlative Soprano off her feet before THUMPING Eliza back to the canvas with a simple crisp Body Slam that had Blissy wincing and arching her back in pain.
With Eliza decked, Susan sped to the ropes to the Brit’s right. She leapt to the middle cable, grabbing the top as she landed. Pushing the rubber-coated steel down as far as she was able, Susan spun and springboarded halfway across the squared circle, sinewy, lethal legs leading the way for a Leg Drop across chest and throat.
But by the time Burlingame arrived, Eliza’s rolled clear and the Rainmaker spiked her tailbone into the canvas with no cushioning from the diva. Sue’s hands raced to her coccyx, massaging her taut glutes, face etched in pain from the manic misfire.
Sensing an opportunity to wash away the last several minutes of Burlingame domination, Bliss forced her way up to vertical. It’s an arduous process, one that Susan matches, ignoring the literal pain in her ass to further dismantle the figurative one. One positive for the champion, she rose behind Burlingame.
Slipping her head beneath a limp arm of the Ace, Eliza scooped Susan up from her foe’s six, forcing the wide-eyed challenger to shoulder level, Bliss turning the Rainmaker to parallel with the canvas.
It’s a quick and brutal trip down to an exposed knee for Sue, her spine battered by the bony joint as the Songbird forced a cry of pain from Susan with a vicious Backdrop Backbreaker.
BACKDROP BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWthLMpEXw8
Eliza shoved the mewling Susan to the canvas and quickly cradled both tawny stems, folding Burlingame in a Matchbook from the side for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The challenger kicked loose, raising a shoulder off the deck and rolling to her chest to keep the Black Court’s hopes alive to reclaim the top spot in the company.
A frustrated and disappointed Bliss slapped the canvas and hopped to her feet. She started to clap, quickly convincing the full house to join her, covering the sound of her footfalls as she moved to the nearest corner while Susan rubbed at her backbone, trying to assuage the anguish emanating from her spinal column.
Slowly, Burlingame began to rise while Eliza took a more expeditious path to the top buckle, spinning to face the ring and the slow ascent of her bronzed challenger.
As Susan rotated to find her foe, Eliza launched toward the Rainmaker, looking to bring the thunder with Sheer Bliss. Eliza’s arms wrapped over the shoulders and around the back of Susan’s neck, her tucked knees ramming into Burlingame’s chest. Gravity became Burlingame’s worst enemy and while Bliss absorbed some punishment against her vertebrae, the Ace was caught flush by Eliza’s brutal Inverted Lungblower.
SHEER BLISS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AVLnMtTPuYg
A demolished Burlingame flopped to her back shuddering as Eliza leapt atop her for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOO!
Sue shoved the champion away with half a second to spare, her own desire to claim the spotlight undimmed even after the hellacious impact. Eliza must’ve sensed the determination coming off her nemesis because she wasted no time whatsoever plunging her hands into Burlingame’s battle damp locks. Setting the American upright with a rather catty yank, Bliss spun her around and slipped her right arm under Sue’s right bicep, all the better to wrench the limb overhead with a Half Nelson. In the same beat she coiled her left arm around the blonde’s left elbow and wrenched backward, trapping that wing in a Chickenwing. The two halves added up to a beautifully brutal whole the instant Bliss dropped her hips and snapped off a flawless bridge, the Renaissance Woman showing off serious tossing prowess as she PLANTED Susan on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy the Soubrette-Plex. With Burlingame folded into another diaphragm-crushing Matchbook, Eliza pushed onto tiptoes and squeezed as tight as she could through the…
SOUBRETTE-PLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WrWHldSaq4A
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Susan shuddered loose, the copper skinned lovely landing in a facedown sprawl just fast enough to avoid a hard-fought defeat. Breathing deep to rein in the frustration gnawing at her gut, Eliza showed three fingers to Castle, then huffed in irritation when he answered with two. “You are a stubborn presence in my spotlight, there is no question of that.” the Superlative Soprano admitted as she rose to her full height. “But the finale is rapidly approaching and when the curtain falls only one of us will be standing to receive their accolades.”
Bound and determined to establish herself as so much more than a feel good fluke, Eliza raised her hands overhead and began to clap. Once again the crowd joined her, thus providing a veritable volley of palm-powered percussion to rouse the Rainmaker from her groggy slumber. Ending her own applause to crook her right hand into that dangerous ‘C’, Bliss circled the recovering Courtier, the brunette taking special care to stay in her opponent’s blind spot. Poised and ready to strike as Susan finally regained her footing, Eliza pursed her lips and offered up the sunniest bird call she could imagine. Burlingame whirled on the spot, her left arm scything out in a Uraken backhand that would’ve swiveled Eliza’s head if she hadn’t dipped in the knick of time. It was a narrow miss for the Ace, alas it proved quite costly as the champ lunged through her exposed defenses and jammed the Cleft Note into her mouth!
Bearing down on her clawin’ wrist the very second she drove her fingers beneath Sue’s tongue, Eliza stormed forward and “OOOOFFFHHHHHH!” Overzealousness proved a dangerous enemy as Burlingame impaled the Briton’s belly with the stiffest Kneelift she could muster. Even that wasn’t enough to break the Note, so Susan put both hands against the brunette’s chest and pushed her as far as that damned talon would allow. Then she planted on her left foot and brought the right up n’ around n a vicious slash that THWHACKED her shin off the side of Eliza’s skull!
Eliza’s knees went loose and she stumbled hard, Cleft Note retracting with a damp gasp as she stumbled in fencepost holes en route to the ropes. Burlingame stomped after her, the infuriated heiress looking galvanized after her brush with the hold that’d humbled her at ‘Mania. Eliza grabbed for the ropes just as Susan reached for her hair, unfortunately they both came up short and the Songbird tumbled through the strands to land in an awkward heap on the apron. “Get it back in the ring ASAP, Sue.” Castle warned Susan as she slipped out after the Englishwoman. “You can’t win a World Title out there.”
“No, but I remind her who the hell she’s dealing with.” Knowing just how to accomplish such a task, the Bankable Bombshell hopped over the ropes and immediately set about peeling Bliss off the deck. It wasn’t an easy task, as attrition as well at that brutal Roundhouse left the World Champ’s usually firm frame dangerously pliable. This didn’t deter Susannah in the slightest and it wasn’t long before she had Eliza upright and facing the audience with both arms hooked over the top rope to keep her snugged in place. Positioned off to Bliss’s left, Sue hooked grabbed the top rope for balance and raised an index finger to the rafters. “COUNT ‘EM OFF, PEOPLE!”
The opera aficionados didn’t care to oblige the request, but the rest of the FAWNatics picked up the slack, thus providing a raucous running tally as the Ace THWHAPPED across her opponent’s defenseless tits! ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE…’ Burlingame set her feet, reared back and roared in with a Clothesline meant to dump the kick-shocked Brit back into the ring for the finishing touch. ‘Meant’ being the operative word, as Bliss slipped free of her rubber-coated shackles to duck the challenger by the slimmest of margins.
Granted the brief, but infinitely valuable gift of her opponent’s back, Eliza grabbed Susan by the shoulders and THWHUMPED a single brutal Headbutt into the base of her neck. Unprepared for such brute force from the bendy Blackbird, Susan slopped over the ropes and could’ve stayed there for a good long while if Eliza hadn’t cinched her arms and wrenched them back in a Double Chickenwing. Gasps of surprise from the crowd (not to mention Nick Castle) as Bliss turned them in opposite directions, Susan ultimately bent over double with the nape of her neck wedged against the Renaissance Woman’s back. “Jesus, Eliza! Don’t even think about--” The Senior Official cringed alongside everyone else when Bliss stepped out into the void and THWHONKED Susan’s face into the apron with the damndest Decrescendo FAWN had seen in a very long while!
Rushing to brace her hands against Burlingame’s shoulder and hip so she didn’t tumble all the way to the floor, Bliss shoved the glassy-eyed Rainmaker back under the bottom rope and dove in after her, Eliza practically splashing across Susan’s chest before she hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRE-SUSAN BURLINGAME LIVES!
Astonishment from all corners as Burlingame inched a shoulder off the canvas and Castle threw a frantic ‘don’t’ring it!’ signal to the Timekeeper. Perhaps the only person in the arena not losing their shyt was Eliza herself, the dark-eyed World Champion remarkably nonplussed in the wake of a colossal show of defiance. Corralling the crippled Courtier’s ears in a tight grip, Bliss peeled Susan off the mat in stages, then wheeled her around and secured the Double Chickenwing for the second time in less than a minute.
The encore went just as smooth as its predecessor, though the finale proved different than before, as the Songbird was loathe to repeat herself. With a senseless Susan trapped behind her, Eliza swung right, then left, the Renaissance Woman Eliza twisting back the way she’d came to spin both ladies into a gorgeous mid-air corkscrew that culminated with Burlingame TWHONKING down on the crown of her skull! Bounced onto her back as the latest victim of the Prima Decrescendo, Sue showed no signs of life as Eliza clambered aboard in a high, tight Schoolgirl Pin made all the more difficult thanks to an emphatic Matchbook. Leaned down far enough to press her forehead to the canvas, Eliza growled, “Stay down you bloody witch.” as Castle and the crowd counted off…
PRIMA DECRESCENDO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aMg4NTbVoWg
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Eliza released the American’s legs and sat up, the victorious diva taking great pleasure in making sure Sue’s features were wedged beneath her undercarriage as the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… ELIZA BLISS!”
The brunette waved to the crowd, though she didn’t rise when Castle approached with the title. Rather she pushed onto her knees and swung around to plant those glorious glutes atop her rival’s insensate mug! “This is your favorite, isn’t it?” Eliza waggled her hips back and forth, the Brit’s smile growing wider as Sue’s nose all but disappeared beneath her haunches. No answer from Susan of course, not even after a few more grinds and a couple hard tummy slaps. Finally satisfied that the spotlight was hers and hers alone, Eliza rose off her defeated challenger, making a special point to keep Burlingame in her shadow as she ‘flicked’ her trunks back into place. Then she accepted the belt from Castle, strapped it around her waist and dropped into a deep curtsey to thank the FAWNatics for their support of her burgeoning reign. The ovation was still going strong when the broadcast faded to black several seconds later.