Post by walkindude on Jan 30, 2018 2:27:45 GMT
Charlotte, North Carolina. Three weeks ago…
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
MALLORY SLADE:
THWHACK! The Rainmaker’s foot connected flush with the point of the Tigress’s jaw, Mallory Slade crumpling into a glassy-eyed sprawl half a heartbeat before Susannah Burlingame dropped snug across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Slade inched a shoulder off the mat at two and nine tenths, earning herself an uproarious cheer from the crowd and a surprised grin from Burlingame.
“Damn girl, I thought you were done.” Sue exclaimed as she buried one hand in the brunette’s sweat soaked hair. “We’ve been doing this for what,” she flicked her eyes in the direction of the arena’s Jumbo-tron, which was pulling double duty as video screen and countdown clock, “Jesus, twenty-three minutes! Means I’ve only got seven minutes to put your tenacious Aussie ass down for the UNGH!”
Slade sat up and drove a fist deep into the heiress’s washboard tummy. Answering Burlingame’s rough hair-hold with one of her own, Mallory rolled to one knee and clambered to verticality with the breathless American in tow. “Haven’t finished me off yet, have ya Suzie? Seems to me seven minutes is more than enough time to shock the OOOFFFHHHH!”
The Ace switched over to a Muy Thai grip on the back of Mal’s neck and pulled her down into a Kneelift that landed a quarter inch above the navel. “Don’t get mouthy with me, honey.” Susan murmured into her foe’s ear as she transitioned into a Wristlock. “Or I’ll show you how seven minutes can seem like an eternity.” Slade didn’t have the wind to answer, so Burlingame took a giant step backward, dropped her hips and slung Mallory across the squared circle on a sharp diagonal. The breathless Tigress maintained enough wherewithal to turn into the landing, alas she was still moving near top speed when she BWUUUNGED against the buckles and her situation didn’t improve when Burlingame, (who’d taken to her foe’s heels at a flat out run) took to the skies in a high leap and damned near crushed her fellow bendyback with an Avalanche Splash that transferred a sheen of sweat from Burlingame’s domineering abs to Slade’s pain-pinched face.
Forcing Mallory snug against the buckles once she’d regained her footing, the heiress grabbed the middle rope to Mal’s right to ensure she had an anchor when she brought her right foot up and wedged it against the hollow of her throat! The warning from Merle was almost as quick as the whistles from the crowd and of course the former World Champion acknowledged them before the zebra. “What was that, Merle?” she asked when she finally deigned to look his way. “I haven’t worked her trunks hard enough tonight? Well let me fix that!” Moving her right hand to the bottom rope to add even more pressure to the choke, Sue curled her left hand into a talon and affixed it to the center of Mal’s black & orange briefs!
CORNER FOOT CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z04ldLvKTto
Slade let out a tortured croak and redoubled her squirming efforts, alas all was for naught until the put-upon referee reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Breaking away with a gaudy flourish, Burlingame shoved her clawin’ hand against Mal’s cheek in a disrespectful pie-face, then turned away and raised her arms to better soak in the heady blend of cheers and jeers that always predominated her matches. Sated after several long seconds, Sue stomped back to Slade and tacked on another slap before tugging her down into a Front Facelock.
“Clock really slows down when I decide to turn it on, doesn’t it, Mal?” Burlingame chided after she’d spun the Aussie away from the corner and hopped into a seat on the top turnbuckle. “Hard to believe there’s still six minutes left, right?”
No answer but a wounded groan, so the Rainmaker braced her boots against the second rope and pushed off hard, using every bit of her hundred and thirty or so pounds to swing around and NO! Mallory cinched her arms around the other brunette’s upper thighs and straightened up before Burlingame could plant her skull with the Tornado DDT. In the same instant she continued to spin, using Sue’s momentum to bring them back to where they’d started. Wrapping one hand around the top rope in a white-knuckle death grip, the Tigress of Tallong wrested her noggin loose from Susannah’s clutches and though her first instinct said European Uppercut, she decided a bit of payback was in order and PWAAAKED a straight right hand against the juncture of her opponent’s thighs!
Sue gaped and doubled over, but damn if she didn’t try to get a hand on the resurgent brunette. Mal let her reach, it made it easier for her to swat Burlingame’s hand aside and then THWHUMP! She grabbed the top rope in both hands, hopped onto the middle strand and launched herself high enough to drive a quick kick between Sue’s eyes.
Burlingame’s head snapped back and the rest of her followed, to the point where Slade had to grab a handful of her top to keep the other brunette from toppling to the floor. Drawing the heiress in with a confidence she didn’t quite dare acknowledge, Mallory wedged Sue’s head between her thighs and promptly slipped her hands beneath opposing biceps to secure a Double Underhook. Jaw clenched with strain, Slade backed out of the corner as carefully as she could so as not to lose control of her burden. What started out looking like the stall for a Deschain Driver turned into something far more like a Canadian Backbreaker when Mal dipped her knees and sloooooooowly muscled the bronze-skinned battler.
Sue moaned in woozy hurt as her spine was bent at a precarious angle, but a bigger problem presented itself when the Aussie stunner began to spin. Slade took her around three times in all, then swung Burlingame back the way she’d came and dropped to her butt to THA-WHAM the Rainmaker down flat on her face, chest and belly courtesy of the Gobstopper. Shock and incredulity reigned, both in the crowd and the ring as Mallory shot the Half Nelson, rolled Burlingame onto her back and quickly slid forward to plant her glutes on the former World Champion’s upturned mug! Hooking Sue’s legs behind the knees as a matter of course, Slade leaned back so far the end of her ponytail was brushing the mat. Not that anyone noticed this detail at the time, mind you. They were fixated on Burlingame’s hapless tush and the sound of Merle counting the…
GOBSTOPPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FvTuc4uqDgA
ONE….
TWO…
THREE!
Mallory tossed her rival’s stems aside in time with the bell, but she resisted the urge to bound to her feet. Instead she braced her hands against her thighs, spread her knees a little wider and ground Sue’s face hard enough to make sure the other brunette felt those black and orange tassels brushing her forehead. She was still enjoying her ride when the Announcer bellowed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… MALLORY SLADE!”
Grinning from ear to ear, the victorious wrestler treated the crowd to a double bicep flex, making sure to plant a theatrical kiss on each. She didn’t get up though, not until the heaviest of the flashes had faded and she was sure the ringside camera crew had several angles of her first win over a former World Champion. Almost satisfied, she treated her hips to one more sideways swivel, all the better to tickle Susan’s face with her tassels. “Remember this feeling, girlie.” she teased the insensate grappler. “Remember it each and every time you think about disrespecting your opponent. I know I’ll remember it each and every time you tell someone you’re the best wrestler in the world.”
Silence from Sue, so Slade kissed her goodbye with a single overhand slap to the tummy. Then she was on her feet and preening, Mal making a great show of placing the toe of one orange boot against the cheek of the biggest ‘W’ of her professional life.
Later…
The last of the crowd was still filing out of the BoJangles Coliseum when Mel Sutton and a solitary cameraman happened upon a dejected Susannah Burlingame listlessly pounding away at the heavy bag in the arena’s gym. Several conversations with Lily Burlingame (not to mention her own journalistic instincts) told Mel to approach the Rainmaker with caution and she proceeded accordingly, almost tiptoeing into position before she said, “Good evening Susan, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”
Burlingame didn’t roll her eyes, but she couldn’t hold back a sigh. “Even if I said no, you’ll just try again tomorrow, isn’t that right, Mel?”
Sutton allowed herself a small smile. “And the day after that, if necessary. I have no intention of badgering answers out of you, but I think there’s a story that needs telling and judging from the look on your face, you’ve got something to say. I’m here to give you that platform, if you’ll indulge my questions.”
Sue frowned, then THWHACKED the heavy bag with a forearm so stiff it made the cameraman jump. Apparently satisfied with her strength of shot, the former World Champ (now dressed in loose fitting dark blue work-out pants and a black sports bra) turned to Mel and said, “Fire away.”
As careful with her wording as she was her approach, Sutton said, “You’re coming off a close fought, but no doubt disappointing upset loss to Mallory Slade. Can you tell me what happened out there?”
The heiress arched an eyebrow, as if vaguely disappointed by the blonde’s opening gambit. “What happened? That’s easy, Mel. I made a mistake and Mallory capitalized. Hell, she didn’t just capitalize, she made a career statement. Do I like that she made it at my expense? F*ck no. Am I looking forward to avenging it as soon as possible? You’re goddamned right I am. But do I begrudge the Tigress her grind? Not in the slightest.”
The host nodded, pleased with Sue’s candidness. “So is that an official challenge for a rematch?”
Burlingame shook her head ‘no’. “Mel, when I ask for my rematch I’ll do it somewhere a helluva lot more memorable than some house show in North Carolina. No, Slade beat me fair and square, it’s going to earn her some coin with management, let’s see if she can make it grow, shall we? After all, it’ll be that much more satisfying to knock her down if she’s higher up the next time we meet.”
“So if you’re not going to hunt the Tigress right away, what’s next for the Rainmaker?”
Susan thought about it for a long time before she answered.
“If I was more inclined to bullshyt I’d tell you I’m going to hit the gym, study the tapes and reevaluate my strategy, but I don’t need to do that, do you know why?”
“I’m hesitant to speculate.” Sutton replied.
“Because I live in the gym, I’ve memorized the contents of Allard’s archive AND I’ve got a dozen different strategies for every woman on the FAWN roster. There are only two things I need to do to get back on track and thanks to Mallory Slade… and Eliza Bliss, as much as I hate to f*cking admit it, I know what they are.”
“Would you care to share these insights with your fans?”
Sue cracked a grin and just like that the doubts and disappointments of the night burned away, leaving nothing but the supreme confidence that marked the Ace of the Black Court. “I’m Susannah f*cking Burlingame. I’ve got a body that makes weak women quit on the ramp and kicks that leave strong women asleep at my feet. I’ve got countless ways to pin, flatten or quit a bytch and once the match is over I’ve got a million more ways to make her boyfriend love watching her humiliated in front of the whole world. I’m not some fragile ‘legend’ like Portia VanBuren who scuttles off to a retirement home the first time she takes a hard ass kicking. I’m not Shea London, padding out her career with cherry picked cupcakes a few times a year. And I’m sure as hell not a complacent stepping stone like Juliette Bloodwind, just happy to shake her ass down to the ring every night, take a pin, then offer up her nose for the tits or ass of whatever heel is making noise that month. In case you didn’t hear me, I’m Susannah Burlingame. The Ace. The Rainmaker. I win championships, steal shows, headline pay-per-views and I do it better than anyone else on God’s green earth. Have I made myself clear, Mel?”
Sutton nodded and said, “Crystal. Thanks very much for your time, Susan.”
“You’re very welcome. Before you go, might I address my next opponent?”
“Of course.”
Burlingame stepped up until she was less than six inches from the camera. “Dear Bytch. I don’t know who you are and frankly, I don’t give a shyt. All I really care about is taking out all my anger and frustrations on your soft little bod and your pert little nose. Did you see what Mallory did to me tonight? Did you think it was humiliating? Baby, that’s NOTHING compared to what I’m gonna do to you. See ya in the ring.”
With that she swatted the camera aside and stormed out of view, leaving Mel Sutton to wonder just how quickly she could get a warning to the unsuspecting lass who found herself in Susan’s crosshairs.
********
A few days later still…
The comments she had gotten out of Sue Burlingame were explosive, beyond any doubt. And Mel Sutton fully understood that they needed answers. But of course, no answers would be forthcoming from the dearly departed Portia, and at last report, the Sensational One was still working a healthy commitment of dates on the other side of the Atlantic…
… fortunately, though, there WAS one woman referenced by the Rainmaker that Sutton COULD contact.
The Bloodwind sisters had just returned to active competition in FAWN, with Nyssa already having earned herself a shot at becoming a three-time FAWN Lightweight champion. Juliet, meanwhile, had been getting back into action so far on the house show circle, having scored wins over developmental talent like Kathy Atlas, a budding star in Avery Christian, and even the likes of established stars in Soledad Sanchez.
And tonight, Mel found the Tempe Temptress and the Nubile Navajo finishing up a training session at FAWN headquarters.
NYSSA BLOODWIND:
“Jules, Nyssa,” our intrepid social media director called out as she approaches. “Got a moment?”
“Sure,” the younger Navajo beauty responded, while her older sister offered a nod and a smile.
“Nyssa,” Mel began, “you’ve got a shot at history, and becoming the first ever three-time Lightweight champion. Not bad for just coming back to the company, huh?”
Nyssa nodded, the slightest trace of a grin gracing her lips. “Well, like you said, it’s a shot, which is all I can ask for. Domi’s a challenge, just when you consider her athleticism. Then you throw in the attitude, the willingness to cut any corner, and pesky Mites that might pop up. But all I need is a chance. I feel like that belt belongs around MY waist, and has for a while now. Yeah, I was the idiot who stepped into the ring against Polly not at 100%, but I think I’ve shown not being 100% is the ONLY way Polly can beat me. Domi, I’m gonna give you EVERYTHING I’ve got to take back that belt. I hope you’re ready.”
“Strong words, Nyssa,” Sutton replied. “And speaking of strong words… Jules, I trust you’ve heard the jabs Susannah Burlingame threw your way.”
JULIET BLOODWIND:
“I did,” the Tempe Temptress said. “And I find it a bit… rich, if you’ll pardon the expression… that a woman who’s mostly famous for her ass would call me out for shaking mine. Sue, I’ve been here…”
Her voice trailed off for a moment, before she offered a small smirk.
“… well, maybe not from day one, but definitely since at least day three. I’ve made a name for myself here that I am proud of, and I didn’t need the backing of any self-styled ‘Queenmaker’ to do it. But, you know something? Maybe you're right. Maybe, just maybe, I have gotten a little complacent. And maybe I should do something about that, like perhaps setting my sights on a certain two-time World champ?”
“That a challenge?” Mel asked.
“Sounds like, doesn’t it?” Juliet replied. “How about it, Rainmaker? Why don’t you shake YOUR ass down to the ring at Thrills, Chills and Spills? And we’ll see where YOUR nose ends up.”
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
MALLORY SLADE:
THWHACK! The Rainmaker’s foot connected flush with the point of the Tigress’s jaw, Mallory Slade crumpling into a glassy-eyed sprawl half a heartbeat before Susannah Burlingame dropped snug across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Slade inched a shoulder off the mat at two and nine tenths, earning herself an uproarious cheer from the crowd and a surprised grin from Burlingame.
“Damn girl, I thought you were done.” Sue exclaimed as she buried one hand in the brunette’s sweat soaked hair. “We’ve been doing this for what,” she flicked her eyes in the direction of the arena’s Jumbo-tron, which was pulling double duty as video screen and countdown clock, “Jesus, twenty-three minutes! Means I’ve only got seven minutes to put your tenacious Aussie ass down for the UNGH!”
Slade sat up and drove a fist deep into the heiress’s washboard tummy. Answering Burlingame’s rough hair-hold with one of her own, Mallory rolled to one knee and clambered to verticality with the breathless American in tow. “Haven’t finished me off yet, have ya Suzie? Seems to me seven minutes is more than enough time to shock the OOOFFFHHHH!”
The Ace switched over to a Muy Thai grip on the back of Mal’s neck and pulled her down into a Kneelift that landed a quarter inch above the navel. “Don’t get mouthy with me, honey.” Susan murmured into her foe’s ear as she transitioned into a Wristlock. “Or I’ll show you how seven minutes can seem like an eternity.” Slade didn’t have the wind to answer, so Burlingame took a giant step backward, dropped her hips and slung Mallory across the squared circle on a sharp diagonal. The breathless Tigress maintained enough wherewithal to turn into the landing, alas she was still moving near top speed when she BWUUUNGED against the buckles and her situation didn’t improve when Burlingame, (who’d taken to her foe’s heels at a flat out run) took to the skies in a high leap and damned near crushed her fellow bendyback with an Avalanche Splash that transferred a sheen of sweat from Burlingame’s domineering abs to Slade’s pain-pinched face.
Forcing Mallory snug against the buckles once she’d regained her footing, the heiress grabbed the middle rope to Mal’s right to ensure she had an anchor when she brought her right foot up and wedged it against the hollow of her throat! The warning from Merle was almost as quick as the whistles from the crowd and of course the former World Champion acknowledged them before the zebra. “What was that, Merle?” she asked when she finally deigned to look his way. “I haven’t worked her trunks hard enough tonight? Well let me fix that!” Moving her right hand to the bottom rope to add even more pressure to the choke, Sue curled her left hand into a talon and affixed it to the center of Mal’s black & orange briefs!
CORNER FOOT CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z04ldLvKTto
Slade let out a tortured croak and redoubled her squirming efforts, alas all was for naught until the put-upon referee reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Breaking away with a gaudy flourish, Burlingame shoved her clawin’ hand against Mal’s cheek in a disrespectful pie-face, then turned away and raised her arms to better soak in the heady blend of cheers and jeers that always predominated her matches. Sated after several long seconds, Sue stomped back to Slade and tacked on another slap before tugging her down into a Front Facelock.
“Clock really slows down when I decide to turn it on, doesn’t it, Mal?” Burlingame chided after she’d spun the Aussie away from the corner and hopped into a seat on the top turnbuckle. “Hard to believe there’s still six minutes left, right?”
No answer but a wounded groan, so the Rainmaker braced her boots against the second rope and pushed off hard, using every bit of her hundred and thirty or so pounds to swing around and NO! Mallory cinched her arms around the other brunette’s upper thighs and straightened up before Burlingame could plant her skull with the Tornado DDT. In the same instant she continued to spin, using Sue’s momentum to bring them back to where they’d started. Wrapping one hand around the top rope in a white-knuckle death grip, the Tigress of Tallong wrested her noggin loose from Susannah’s clutches and though her first instinct said European Uppercut, she decided a bit of payback was in order and PWAAAKED a straight right hand against the juncture of her opponent’s thighs!
Sue gaped and doubled over, but damn if she didn’t try to get a hand on the resurgent brunette. Mal let her reach, it made it easier for her to swat Burlingame’s hand aside and then THWHUMP! She grabbed the top rope in both hands, hopped onto the middle strand and launched herself high enough to drive a quick kick between Sue’s eyes.
Burlingame’s head snapped back and the rest of her followed, to the point where Slade had to grab a handful of her top to keep the other brunette from toppling to the floor. Drawing the heiress in with a confidence she didn’t quite dare acknowledge, Mallory wedged Sue’s head between her thighs and promptly slipped her hands beneath opposing biceps to secure a Double Underhook. Jaw clenched with strain, Slade backed out of the corner as carefully as she could so as not to lose control of her burden. What started out looking like the stall for a Deschain Driver turned into something far more like a Canadian Backbreaker when Mal dipped her knees and sloooooooowly muscled the bronze-skinned battler.
Sue moaned in woozy hurt as her spine was bent at a precarious angle, but a bigger problem presented itself when the Aussie stunner began to spin. Slade took her around three times in all, then swung Burlingame back the way she’d came and dropped to her butt to THA-WHAM the Rainmaker down flat on her face, chest and belly courtesy of the Gobstopper. Shock and incredulity reigned, both in the crowd and the ring as Mallory shot the Half Nelson, rolled Burlingame onto her back and quickly slid forward to plant her glutes on the former World Champion’s upturned mug! Hooking Sue’s legs behind the knees as a matter of course, Slade leaned back so far the end of her ponytail was brushing the mat. Not that anyone noticed this detail at the time, mind you. They were fixated on Burlingame’s hapless tush and the sound of Merle counting the…
GOBSTOPPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FvTuc4uqDgA
ONE….
TWO…
THREE!
Mallory tossed her rival’s stems aside in time with the bell, but she resisted the urge to bound to her feet. Instead she braced her hands against her thighs, spread her knees a little wider and ground Sue’s face hard enough to make sure the other brunette felt those black and orange tassels brushing her forehead. She was still enjoying her ride when the Announcer bellowed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… MALLORY SLADE!”
Grinning from ear to ear, the victorious wrestler treated the crowd to a double bicep flex, making sure to plant a theatrical kiss on each. She didn’t get up though, not until the heaviest of the flashes had faded and she was sure the ringside camera crew had several angles of her first win over a former World Champion. Almost satisfied, she treated her hips to one more sideways swivel, all the better to tickle Susan’s face with her tassels. “Remember this feeling, girlie.” she teased the insensate grappler. “Remember it each and every time you think about disrespecting your opponent. I know I’ll remember it each and every time you tell someone you’re the best wrestler in the world.”
Silence from Sue, so Slade kissed her goodbye with a single overhand slap to the tummy. Then she was on her feet and preening, Mal making a great show of placing the toe of one orange boot against the cheek of the biggest ‘W’ of her professional life.
Later…
The last of the crowd was still filing out of the BoJangles Coliseum when Mel Sutton and a solitary cameraman happened upon a dejected Susannah Burlingame listlessly pounding away at the heavy bag in the arena’s gym. Several conversations with Lily Burlingame (not to mention her own journalistic instincts) told Mel to approach the Rainmaker with caution and she proceeded accordingly, almost tiptoeing into position before she said, “Good evening Susan, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”
Burlingame didn’t roll her eyes, but she couldn’t hold back a sigh. “Even if I said no, you’ll just try again tomorrow, isn’t that right, Mel?”
Sutton allowed herself a small smile. “And the day after that, if necessary. I have no intention of badgering answers out of you, but I think there’s a story that needs telling and judging from the look on your face, you’ve got something to say. I’m here to give you that platform, if you’ll indulge my questions.”
Sue frowned, then THWHACKED the heavy bag with a forearm so stiff it made the cameraman jump. Apparently satisfied with her strength of shot, the former World Champ (now dressed in loose fitting dark blue work-out pants and a black sports bra) turned to Mel and said, “Fire away.”
As careful with her wording as she was her approach, Sutton said, “You’re coming off a close fought, but no doubt disappointing upset loss to Mallory Slade. Can you tell me what happened out there?”
The heiress arched an eyebrow, as if vaguely disappointed by the blonde’s opening gambit. “What happened? That’s easy, Mel. I made a mistake and Mallory capitalized. Hell, she didn’t just capitalize, she made a career statement. Do I like that she made it at my expense? F*ck no. Am I looking forward to avenging it as soon as possible? You’re goddamned right I am. But do I begrudge the Tigress her grind? Not in the slightest.”
The host nodded, pleased with Sue’s candidness. “So is that an official challenge for a rematch?”
Burlingame shook her head ‘no’. “Mel, when I ask for my rematch I’ll do it somewhere a helluva lot more memorable than some house show in North Carolina. No, Slade beat me fair and square, it’s going to earn her some coin with management, let’s see if she can make it grow, shall we? After all, it’ll be that much more satisfying to knock her down if she’s higher up the next time we meet.”
“So if you’re not going to hunt the Tigress right away, what’s next for the Rainmaker?”
Susan thought about it for a long time before she answered.
“If I was more inclined to bullshyt I’d tell you I’m going to hit the gym, study the tapes and reevaluate my strategy, but I don’t need to do that, do you know why?”
“I’m hesitant to speculate.” Sutton replied.
“Because I live in the gym, I’ve memorized the contents of Allard’s archive AND I’ve got a dozen different strategies for every woman on the FAWN roster. There are only two things I need to do to get back on track and thanks to Mallory Slade… and Eliza Bliss, as much as I hate to f*cking admit it, I know what they are.”
“Would you care to share these insights with your fans?”
Sue cracked a grin and just like that the doubts and disappointments of the night burned away, leaving nothing but the supreme confidence that marked the Ace of the Black Court. “I’m Susannah f*cking Burlingame. I’ve got a body that makes weak women quit on the ramp and kicks that leave strong women asleep at my feet. I’ve got countless ways to pin, flatten or quit a bytch and once the match is over I’ve got a million more ways to make her boyfriend love watching her humiliated in front of the whole world. I’m not some fragile ‘legend’ like Portia VanBuren who scuttles off to a retirement home the first time she takes a hard ass kicking. I’m not Shea London, padding out her career with cherry picked cupcakes a few times a year. And I’m sure as hell not a complacent stepping stone like Juliette Bloodwind, just happy to shake her ass down to the ring every night, take a pin, then offer up her nose for the tits or ass of whatever heel is making noise that month. In case you didn’t hear me, I’m Susannah Burlingame. The Ace. The Rainmaker. I win championships, steal shows, headline pay-per-views and I do it better than anyone else on God’s green earth. Have I made myself clear, Mel?”
Sutton nodded and said, “Crystal. Thanks very much for your time, Susan.”
“You’re very welcome. Before you go, might I address my next opponent?”
“Of course.”
Burlingame stepped up until she was less than six inches from the camera. “Dear Bytch. I don’t know who you are and frankly, I don’t give a shyt. All I really care about is taking out all my anger and frustrations on your soft little bod and your pert little nose. Did you see what Mallory did to me tonight? Did you think it was humiliating? Baby, that’s NOTHING compared to what I’m gonna do to you. See ya in the ring.”
With that she swatted the camera aside and stormed out of view, leaving Mel Sutton to wonder just how quickly she could get a warning to the unsuspecting lass who found herself in Susan’s crosshairs.
********
A few days later still…
The comments she had gotten out of Sue Burlingame were explosive, beyond any doubt. And Mel Sutton fully understood that they needed answers. But of course, no answers would be forthcoming from the dearly departed Portia, and at last report, the Sensational One was still working a healthy commitment of dates on the other side of the Atlantic…
… fortunately, though, there WAS one woman referenced by the Rainmaker that Sutton COULD contact.
The Bloodwind sisters had just returned to active competition in FAWN, with Nyssa already having earned herself a shot at becoming a three-time FAWN Lightweight champion. Juliet, meanwhile, had been getting back into action so far on the house show circle, having scored wins over developmental talent like Kathy Atlas, a budding star in Avery Christian, and even the likes of established stars in Soledad Sanchez.
And tonight, Mel found the Tempe Temptress and the Nubile Navajo finishing up a training session at FAWN headquarters.
NYSSA BLOODWIND:
“Jules, Nyssa,” our intrepid social media director called out as she approaches. “Got a moment?”
“Sure,” the younger Navajo beauty responded, while her older sister offered a nod and a smile.
“Nyssa,” Mel began, “you’ve got a shot at history, and becoming the first ever three-time Lightweight champion. Not bad for just coming back to the company, huh?”
Nyssa nodded, the slightest trace of a grin gracing her lips. “Well, like you said, it’s a shot, which is all I can ask for. Domi’s a challenge, just when you consider her athleticism. Then you throw in the attitude, the willingness to cut any corner, and pesky Mites that might pop up. But all I need is a chance. I feel like that belt belongs around MY waist, and has for a while now. Yeah, I was the idiot who stepped into the ring against Polly not at 100%, but I think I’ve shown not being 100% is the ONLY way Polly can beat me. Domi, I’m gonna give you EVERYTHING I’ve got to take back that belt. I hope you’re ready.”
“Strong words, Nyssa,” Sutton replied. “And speaking of strong words… Jules, I trust you’ve heard the jabs Susannah Burlingame threw your way.”
JULIET BLOODWIND:
“I did,” the Tempe Temptress said. “And I find it a bit… rich, if you’ll pardon the expression… that a woman who’s mostly famous for her ass would call me out for shaking mine. Sue, I’ve been here…”
Her voice trailed off for a moment, before she offered a small smirk.
“… well, maybe not from day one, but definitely since at least day three. I’ve made a name for myself here that I am proud of, and I didn’t need the backing of any self-styled ‘Queenmaker’ to do it. But, you know something? Maybe you're right. Maybe, just maybe, I have gotten a little complacent. And maybe I should do something about that, like perhaps setting my sights on a certain two-time World champ?”
“That a challenge?” Mel asked.
“Sounds like, doesn’t it?” Juliet replied. “How about it, Rainmaker? Why don’t you shake YOUR ass down to the ring at Thrills, Chills and Spills? And we’ll see where YOUR nose ends up.”