Post by bigfan on Feb 5, 2018 21:37:15 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer roared over the din of the crowd, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Tempe, Arizona… she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… She is the one and only Tempe Temptress… JUUULLLIIIEEETTT BLLLOOOOOODDDWWWIIINNNDDD!”
JULIET BLOODWIND:
To the accompanying sonic assault of Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name Of", Juliet Bloodwind, emerged atop the ramp. The crowd erupted into a supportive roar, happy to see the Tempe Temptress back on pay-per-view for the first time in quite a while.
The Tempe Temptress exuded a flirtatious confidence as she strutted down the steel toward the ring. The pigtailed Juliet slapped hands with the fans sitting along the ramp, her imitation deerskin string bikini and matching knee high boots leaving very little to the public's imagination, and receiving a rousing vocal endorsement--if anything, the spirit she's shown during her fourteen year career with FAWN has only FURTHER endeared her to the Orlando faithful. She arched a wry eyebrow at this sight of one sign: ’SUZIE’S GETTIN’ CHOPPED DOWN TO SIZE!’ Another fan waved a sign that had long been a fixture at the arena: ‘CONSIDER ME TEMPTED, TEMPE TEMPTRESS!’
And for the sentiment, as always, he was rewarded with a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. Bloodwind made a complete circuit around the ring, continuing to press the flesh with the assembled fans. Her lap completed, Juliet moved quickly toward the ring, gracefully hopping onto the apron. With her back to the ropes, Juliet cast a quick glance over her shoulder at the official and the announcer before draping her arms over the top rope. The nubile Native American gave a suggestive wiggle of her hips before leaning backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring, Navajo Nation roaring its approval while Bloodwind took up residence in the center of the squared circle.
“And introducing her opponent, 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!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPoIznBujEA
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
The speakers cut loose with an electronic scream and those gathered for Thrills, Chills and Spills answered with a great deal of the throat-born variety, as was tradition in the presence of the Rainmaker. Never one to keep a crowd waiting, 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 the woman who‘d dare call her out, the bronzed brunette hardbody wore a snug dark tank-top sporting the face and slogan of none other than ‘Sensational’ Shea London. It earned an immediate 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.
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 veteran, she wore the usual dark blue two piece with gold trim. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look. Oh so eager to put herself back in the PPV win column (all while reminding Jules of her place in the grand scheme of things) 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 Algernon Carpenter, then strolled right up to Juliet and cooed, “Nice nose, Jules. I’m going to enjoy grinding it off.” Bloodwind took a step closer before she replied. “No chance, honey. The only thing betting smeared tonight is that tacky make-up… all over my buckskin.”
Nose to nose and drawing closer with every second, Bloodwind and Burlingame kept the trash talk flowing steady throughout the course of Al’s last minute instructions and of course neither brunette moved so much as an inch when the official asked they return to their quarters prior to the bell. Not relishing the notion of playing Invisible Zebra while the pair of veterans teed off on one another, Carpenter stepped back from his charges and threw a quick sign to the Timekeeper.
CLANG!
“You picked the wrong woman and the wrong night to prove you’re something more than a well preserved slice of bikini meat, Juliet.” Sue murmured. “Did you imagine this was going to be the start of some Bliss-like resurgence? Bytch, you’ll be lucky if I don’t top the job Alexis did on Port--”
Bloodwind sent Susan stumbling with a tremendous shove and marched right after her, barking in the heiress’s ear the whole time. “You think you intimidate me, Suzie? Your titles and your abs don’t mean shyt to me, all I care about is Chopping those spray-tanned tits out of your--”
Burlingame shoved her back, making sure the full weight of one hand was directed at the other brunette’s mouth. “Talk all you want.” Susan snapped at the coal-eyed Tempe Temptress. “We both know that in the end, talk… and those overrated Chops, are the only thing you’ve got.” Snorting as her opponent bristled, Sue stepped back and stretched her arms wide. “In fact, give it your best shot, honey. Go ahead, wind up and gimme the biggest, baddest Knife-Edge you can muster. You can have one free, the next one will cost more than you can bear.”
Almost nauseated by the confidence pouring from the former World Champion promised, “You’re gonna regret that, Suzie.”
Burlingame only blew her a kiss, so Jules took a half step back and twisted her torso so her left shoulder was pointing at the Ace. The simple act of reaching across her chest raised a rumble from the FAWNatics and it got that much louder when the Beautiful Bloodhawk lunged forward and-- Juliet dropped the Chop in mid-stride to answer Sue’s challenge with an arcing right handed Bytch Slap that CRAAACKED the taste out of Burlingame’s mouth and deposited it somewhere in the lower bowl!
Caught unawares, Susan spun in a gaudy half circle and almost went to one knee before catching her balance. Though her ears rung something fierce, she had no trouble hearing Juliet’s voice on her six. “How’s that feel, Sue?” Bloodwind taunted. “Does that feel like complacency to you?”
Sue dropped the hand from her scorched cheek and glanced over one shoulder, but she didn’t turn around. “No… it tastes like mediocrity.”
Juliet’s smile died a quick, ugly death. “Oh bytch, I’m going to punch your teeth down your goddamned throat.”
She pounced in search of an actual Chop and found boot leather instead, Burlingame stutter-stepping to meet her with a lighting fast Back Kick that THWHAPPED off the Arizonan’s bare tummy. Whirling in a half circle even as Juliet took a knee, Susan sank into a martial arts stance and the sold out crowd cringed in anticipation of the Buzzsaw Kick destined for Bloodwind’s temp-- Susan straightened up, raised one hand to level with her eyebrow and bellowed, “MY GAME!” Then she reached down, palmed the top of Juliet’s head and made sure to muss her hair as she added, “HER GAWHOOOAAH!”
Jules swatted her hand aside, hooked Burlingame behind the knees and deposited her on the canvas with a Double Leg Takedown. In the same breath she floated over the Courtier in a snug somersault, Bloodwind landing with her full weight flush on Sue’s chest while Al and the FAWNatics counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Rainmaker bucked her way loose with half a heartbeat to spare, a fact of which Juliet reminded her by jamming her thumb and forefinger (held barely a millimeter apart) into her opponent’s face the instant she regained her feet. “THAT CLOSE, PRINCESS!” Bloodwind shouted before dropping Sue’s punk card with a rough pie-face of her own. “CAN’T YOU AT LEAST TRY TO WRESTLE ON MY LEVNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Susan clapped one side of her foe’s face numb with a Bytch Slap of her own, then took things to a whole new level when she seared the former Intercontinental Champ’s chest with a resounding Knife-Edge Chop! “Yeah, I could wrestle at your level.” the Courtier snapped. “It’s just a pain in the ass to work at half speed for very--” she would’ve said ‘long’ if Bloodwind hadn’t stormed in and let loose with a Knife-Edge of her own… that sailed directly over Burlingame’s lowered head.
The power behind her shot was enough to twist Jules around, not necessarily a bad thing, but Susan did the same and she deftly hooked her arms around the other brunette’s biceps and pulled her tight. Just like that she dropped to her knees and touched the crown of her head to the canvas, thus stacking Juliet on her shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOO!
Bloodwind broke the Backslide in the knick of time, flopping backward onto all fours before scrambling to her “UNNNNGGGHHHH!” Susan caught her coming up with a snappy European Uppercut that ‘clacked’ the Arizonan’s teeth and dropped her flat on her butt. Much as she enjoyed her view of the stunned ‘wha hoppen?’ look on Juliet’s face, Sue enjoyed it that much more when she dropped to her knees and spread her arms wide. “Looking a little tired, Jules. Would you be more comfortable wrestling down here? This is your level, after all.”
Bloodwind rolled to one knee in the blink of an eye and would’ve launched herself at the Ace if Susan hadn’t gone from her knees to her feet, the other brunette landing in a predatory feline crouch. Once again eye to eye with the woman who’d dared denigrate her career in the most casually humiliating way possible, Bloodwind growled, “Dimiss me one more time, Susannah. Do it and I swear to God this won’t be a wrestling match. I’ll just straight up beat the shyt out of--”
“F*ck off.” Burlingame interrupted. “You want me to shut my mouth? You want to prove me wrong? All you have to do is BEAT ME, Juliet. Put my shoulders on the mat for a three count or make me submit.” Susan hopped up from her crouch and took a step back, her eyes still locked on the Tempe Temptress. “But you won’t will you? Because this is a high pressure situation and if FAWN had a single iron-clad absolute, it’s this… Juliet Bloodwind cracks under pressure.”
Jules got to her feet in slow motion, hearing nothing but the pounding in her temples and the cold, flat echo of her opponent’s words. After a long pause she whispered, “You’re going to wish you’d kept my name out of your mouth, Susan.”
Sue stepped to her again, not the aggressive chesting up of the pre-match, but the measured approach of a woman who wants to make sure she has her rival’s undivided attention. “Raise your game, Jules. You won’t like it if I have to stoop to your level.”
Focusing the full-body rage into a single white hot spotlight that pulsed in time with her heart, Bloodwind remained deathly quiet as she raised her right hand high. Twitching her fingers as the crowd clamored for the Test of Strength, Juliet was simultaneously pleased and annoyed by how quickly Susan accepted her challenge, Bloodwind lifted her left hand and locked up with the Ace. Muttered grunts from both competitors gave way to labored silence as they settled into a subtle mouth on shoulder grind. A casual observer might’ve thought they were stock still, but the FAWN cameras and Al Carpenter caught the minute tremble of a bicep or the faint shiver of a thigh as the tangled brunettes fought to impose their will upon the other. Such a standstill might’ve bored some crowds, but the folks who’d gathered for Thrills, Chills & Spills grew louder with each tick of the clock and they almost shook the rafters when one toned battler went up on tiptoes.
Allowing herself a small smile as she turned Sue’s hands back over her wrists, Juliet bore down that much harder and pressed her lips to her rival’s ear. “What was that you were saying about my game, Susan? You don’t have to tell me yet. You can wait until your knees hit the canvas.”
“Screw you, bytch.” Susan grunted as she fought against the other brunette’s increased leverage. “You know damned well you’re going to fail. Hell, isn’t Bloodwind the Navajo word for choke artisTOOOWWW BYTCHNNNNNGGGHH!”
Jules bit down on Susan’s ear like she meant to take it as a snack, then tacked on a Kneelift to the belly for good measure. Neither tactic was exactly kosher in the context of a Test of Strength, yet Burlingame was such an insufferable bytch that she thought her fans would forgive her. This thought occupied her mind for perhaps half a heartbeat before it was dismissed by the elation of watching Sue Burlingame take a knee in her shadow. “No way, I want both knees, asshole.” the Tempe Temptress demanded when Susan tried to rise. “If I learned one thing from Miranda, it’s that penance requires both knees down.” She leaned forward, transferring that much more pressure to the heiress’s trembling arms. “Do it, Susie. Both knees down or I’ll snap your wrists.”
Susan shook her head ‘no’, then braced a shoulder against the washboard of Bloodwind’s tummy and shoved for--”NNGGGHHH!”
Jules shifted away from the encroachment and punished Burlingame with a quick Hip Check that snapped her head to one side. Far more important, it put the Ace’s kneepads on the deck, much to the crowd’s delight. “That’s right, rich girl.” Bloodwind cooed as she continued to bear down on Susan’s straining hands. “Take a few deep breaths, then go ahead and put some respect on my name!”
Juliet expected a curse or an insult, she didn’t expect a giggle and the sound of it raised the hackles on the back of her neck. “Good one.” Sue was still chortling a bit. “No one in that locker room respects you, Bloodwind. You really think I’ll be the first to change her AAAAAAAHHHH FAAAAHHHK!”
The Beautiful Bloodhawk jerked their knotted hands from midnight all the way to six, which made it that much easier to bend Susan’s wrists. “Go ahead, bytch.” Juliet growled. “Run your mouth one more time and I swear I’ll make sure your knuckles touch your forearmSSOOFFFFHHH!”
Susan slammed her forehead into Bloodwind’s navel, a painful receipt for the Arizonan’s earlier shortcut. This was followed with a second, third and fourth, the last of which weakened Juliet’s press enough for Burlingame to her arms back overhead. After that she planted a knee and it wasn’t long before she nose to nose with her rival again. “So you like the unvarnished truth, do you? the former World Champion shifted her right leg so that her ankle was braced against the back of Bloodwind’s right foot. “Well here it is. You could’ve been the face of this place for the last decade, instead you’re nothing but the face real stars grind when they need to make a point!”
Juliet snarled, tried to go up on tiptoe again but couldn’t get the leverage. “You’re gonna wish you’d never heard my name, slut.” she promised. “By the time I’m done with you you’ll be horse from screaming it into my trunkSHYYYYT!”
Sue wrenched Juliet’s arms to three and nine respectively, jabbed a shoulder into her sternum and sloooooooowly bent her backward until the tips of her toes and the crown were the only things keeping Bloodwind off the mat. Going to one knee (of her own accord, naturally) to better maintain the taut bridge, Susan leaned in close to murmur, “You should be on your knees kissing my ass between thank you’s. Everyone else had forgotten your name until I bothered to mention it a few weeks back.”
“Go to hell.” Bloodwind answered even though it made her neck ache. “Just because I’m not an attention whore like you doesn’t mean OOOOFFFFHHHH!”
Sue launched herself into a perfect handstand, then swung down and landed with her knees on Bloodwind’s tummy. “Not an attention whore? Now you’re just flat out lying. Face it Juliet, we’re both attention whores. The only difference between you and I?” The Rainmaker leaned in and planted the lightest of kisses on the tip of Juliet’s nose. “I’m a helluva lot better at it than you.”
Juliet’s rebuttal was immediate, though it didn’t get much beyond the enraged snarl stage before Burlingame hooked her legs behind the Arizonan’s planted stems and wrenched them apart with a single hard tug. Effectively glued to the mat beneath her hated rival’s Double Leg Grapevine, Jules fought to keep her nerves steady even as Al counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
Bloodwind raised a shoulder only for Susan to force it right back down. Already in position, Carpenter slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
She raised the opposite shoulder and got slapped on the mouth for her troubles. “You really want to keep doing this, Jules?” Sue forced the other brunette’s wrists together and kept ‘em that way with a white-knuckle grip from her left hand. “Not to steal a line from Blissy, but every second we share the spotlight, I get a little brighter, and you?” The heiress brushed some hair off Bloodwind’s forehead in a way that made Jules’s blood boil. “You just keep fading away.”
“You’re not gonna last long enough to fade away, rich girl.” Juliet promised. “I’m just gonna wipe you out on the f*cking spotMMMMMMRRRRRRRRPPPPHHHH!”
Susannah Burlingame wasn’t the first name that came to mind when folks thought of the Breast Smother, but she knew how to use what she had, especially when it kept all eyes on her. Thusly she snaked her free arm around the back of Juliet’s head and pulled her in close even as she leaned forward and down, stuffing the Tempe Temptress’s mug flush against her coppery curves! The crowd roared even as Bloodwind squealed, trapped hands fluttering, back arching wildly as she tried to escape the Rainmaker’s deluge. Sue rode it out though, stretching the Grapevine a little wider to flatten the bridge and distributing her weight to make sure her opponent couldn’t do much of anything. “I’m not sure why you’re struggling so hard to show them your face.” Burlingame chided as she continued to mash her girls into Jules’s protesting face. “The ridiculous buckskin and f*ck me handlebars are more than enough for anyone recognize eerrrrrrrrrhhhhhh… that’s cheap, bytch.”
It Juliet heard she gave no sign, she was too busy trying to gnaw her way out of the Rainmaker’s décolletage dungeon.
Sue pressed down that much harder, she actually felt the veteran’s nose bend against her sternum, but even then Bloodwind wouldn’t stop chewing. “Ok, that’s how you want it, Bloodynose? Old school it is.” With that she released Juliet’s hands and reached down and back beneath her own legs to the vulnerable expanse of her foe’s buckskin briefs. A Crotch Claw would’ve been perfectly within keeping of the tone so far, yet even the cattiest segment of the FAWN faithful were surprised when Susan slipped her fingers beneath Juliet’s togs and attacked her center directly.
Juliet howled in muffled outrage, grabbed a huge handful of hair in one hand and THWHACKED away at the side of the other brunette’s skull. Susan didn’t maintain for very long, but she damned sure let Juliet know her trunks were compromised before she disengaged with a violent shove to the face, which the Tempe Temptress was more than happy to return.
Free of the other’s touch for the first time since they’d initiated the Test of Strength, Juliet and Susan rolled in opposite directions and came up on one knee already staring a hole through her opponent. Careful not to speak until she’d caught her breath, Juliet spat, “Your technique sucks, Susan. Consider lessons from Olivia, she’s amazing at doing more with less.”
Burlingame scoffed, swiped at a spot on her chest with one thumb. “Sorry, what was that, Jules? I was wiping your slutty mascara off of my tits.”
Bloodwind took a deep breath for the sole purpose of not flying across the mat to claw the bytch’s eyes out. Satisfied she could control herself for the moment, the Tempe Temptress stood up and threatened, “You’re lucky it’s just mascara, rich girl. The next scent I leave on you won’t wash away so easily.”
Susan got to her feet and flicked a glance at Al Carpenter. “You dated this train wreck, right Al? She ever say the same thing to--” CRAAAACK!
Juliet came at her like a plague wind, one heavy with thunder and lightning, or at least Knife-Edge Chops that sounded very much the same. The first one caught Burlingame flush across the sternum, as did the second, third and fourth. The fifth would’ve landed a little higher, if the heiress hadn’t stumbled clear with half a second to spare. “C’MON!” Jules roared at her rubber-legged adversary. “C’MON YOU BYTCH, SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT! TRY TO LAND A SHOT BEFORE I BUST YOU RIGHT THE F*CK OPEN!”
Teeth clenched to keep a scream locked inside, Sue growled, “You asked for it, cuEERRHH!” She must’ve taken too long for Bloodwind’s liking because the buckskin-clad veteran stepped in and another scintillating Knife-Edge, this one directly across Susannah’s mouth! Burlingame reeled, mouth covered by one hand, the other gamely trying to defend as she staggered away from the incensed Arizonan. Her efforts were laudable although ultimately not very effective, as Bloodwind walked her down and tacked on three more Chops, two to the scorched earth of Susan’s cleavage, one to the hollow of her throat.
That last lick almost doubled Sue over, in fact she had to sweep Jules into a drunken clinch to not collapse to all fours. Bloodwind didn’t fight it, indeed she squeezed the Ace tight, her embrace making it all the easier to thum-thum-THUMP a half dozen Kneelifts into Burlingame’s vulnerable belly. Realizing her mistake, Sue squeezed back and answered with a couple knees of her own, but they lacked her usual strength and wasn’t long before the Beautiful Bloodhawk had her stacked against the ropes.
“Don’t even think about squealing for a break, princess.” Juliet grunted as she bodied against the squirming Courtier. “You’re not going anywhere for a while.” Lest anyone doubt the strength of her convictions, the former Intercontinental Champion grabbed hold of Susan’s wrists and quickly draped them over the top rope. From there she grabbed the middle strand and pulled it up n’ Burlingame’s biceps, effectively trapping her arms between the rubber-coated steel.
“C’mon Jules, you know I can’t let you do that.” Al coaxed from minimum safe distance. “Just back off and take a breather while I get Sue--”
“Don’t worry about it, Al.” Susan interrupted. “I’ve seen that look in the eye of countless drunken skanks at clubs all over the world. They’re off in the shadows, sobbing into the shoulder of an embarrassed friend while everyone else is tearing it up on the dance floor.” Sue’s smile got brighter as Juliet’s eyes narrowed to black slots. “It’s the look of a chick who’s so desperate to prove her ex shouldn’t have dumped her she’s willing to risk humiliation just to--”
Juliet metronomed the Rainmaker’s head with a forehand / backhand Bytch Slap two’fer, the latter half of which split Burlingame’s bottom lip wide open. “Shut your f*cking mouth, Susan.” Bloodwind whispered. “Shut your f*cking mouth or--”
“You made the right choice, Al.” Sue said to the lanky zebra. “Jenny might not have the big belt NOW, but she’s won it before and fully capable of winning it again. This girl here?” she honed in on Juliet, not smiling now. “She’s a loser. And she’ll always be a loser.”
“Easy, Jules.” Al raised a hand, though he didn’t quite dare step between Bloodwind and her foe. “It’s just talk, don’t let her get to--”
THWHACK!
Juliet pivoted on one foot and drove the other deep into the pit of Burlingame’s defenseless stomach. Sue jerked back hard, her butt thrust through the strands to such a degree that she would’ve tumbled to the floor if not for her captured arms. Furious in a way she hadn’t experienced since her wars with Ancilline de Cyr, Bloodwind stepped up to the gasping heiress and seized her face in one steely-tined hand. “Anything else to say before I knock your teeth down your throat, Susie?”
Burlingame grinned, her teeth tinted pink by the split lip. “Not until my arms are free, cutie. Then I’ll say more than you want to he--”
Juliet reached down, grabbed Sue’s top between the cups and pulled it away with a single low ‘snap’! Roars from the FAWNatics of course, yet the mood in the ring was almost somber.
“Bad call, Jules.” Burlingame tried to keep her voice steady but Juliet could hear the tremble of rage underneath. “Now they have even less reason to look at NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NGHAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHK!”
Juliet pointed her right shoulder at the Ace and unleashed a veritable hurricane of those vaunted Bloodwind Chops, her whole arm little more than a blur as she funneled rage, frustration and embarrassment into her opponent’s rapidly reddening chest. Her shoulder was starting to throb when Carpenter stepped in, looped an arm around her waist and bodily hauled the Arizonan off her defenseless prey. “LET ME GO! DAMMIT AL, LET ME--”
“Lay so much as a finger on her while she’s still in the ropes and I’ll disqualify you on the spot, do you understand?” the ref said calmly. “I hate having to end a match that way, but I’ll do it if you can’t get a hold of yourself. Do you understand?”
“Did you hear what she said, Al?” Bloodwind asked, her voice a distressing combination of snarl and sob. “You think I’m going to let her talk about me that way?”
“No, nor am I going to let her talk about you that way. But no one, yourself included, is going to appreciate a victory if you earned it from beating Sue bloody when she couldn’t defend herself. Now take a walk, I need to get her out of the ropes.” Juliet looked to from him to Sue and back again, flipped the other brunette the bird, then whirled around and stalked to the far side of the ring. Al immediately went to Susan, who was fighting to regain her composure after the wicked Knife Edge Massacre. “You gotta be careful with what you say, Sue.” Carpenter noted as he tugged her loose. “Keep antagonizing her like that and I might not be able to stop her the next time.”
Arms free, Sue lurched forward and braced both hands against her knees. After several long seconds, she straightened up, flipping sweat-soaked hair off her forehead. “I appreciate the concern, Al. But I can look after myself. Hey, Bloodwind!”
Juliet stepped forward as Susan did the same. “How’s your tits, princess?”
Sue ran a dismissive hand over the map of ugly red welts, even though it felt like the skin practically sizzled at her touch. “Still better than yours, bytch. Is that the best you can do? I thought you were supposed to be good at throwing Chops.”
Bloodwind shook her head in disgust, then came forward and-- incredulous buzz from those assembled when Sue flicked her wrist in Juliet’s direction, effectively spraying her with a fine mist of tit sweat. “Try to get used to that now, Bloodynose. It’ll be so much worse after the match is--”
Juliet stormed in for another Chop but Burlingame was ready, twisting on one foot and bringing her other leg up high to effectively strike the brunette’s elbow with the side of her knee. Catching her balance immediately thereafter, Sue planted on her back foot and TWHACKED a perfect Super Kick into the meat of her opponent’s right bicep. Juliet cried out and stumbled hard, momentarily off balance as her whole arm went numb. Feeling and balance returned promptly, albeit half a second behind Burlingame’s follow-up Super Kick.
Sympathetic groans from the Thrills, Chills & Spills crowd when Bloodwind’s head snapped back and the rest of her soon followed, the gobsmacked veteran landing in a flat sprawl in the middle of the squared circle. Very much aware of the building’s re-circulated air on her scorched chest, Sue dared another touch of Juliet’s brand, then hissed upon discovering it still stung like a mad bastard. “You’re gonna pay for that, pigtails.” Burlingame promised after a steadying breath. “Right f*cking now.”
With Jules in no position to defend herself, the Ace collected a double handful of hair, scraped the other brunette off the mat and reeled her into a Front Facelock. An arm slung over her shoulders and a handful of buckskin were the only other hooks she needed and Sue collected those in a trice. One second both wrestlers had their feet flat on the canvas, the next Bloodwind’s were pointing toward the rafters. There was no time for Juliet’s legions to warn her, it was just a quick up and a resounding down, Susan laying out on her back to THWHONK the crown of her opponent’s skull into the mat with a Snap Brainbuster.
SNAP BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCGX7DvbDXA
The Ace floated over into a Crossbody but rather than cover she reared back on her haunches, raised both hands high overhead and SLAPPED them down against Juliet’s tummy! Bloodwind shivered under those mean-spirited palms, but the recent blows to her head left the Beautiful Bloodhawk unable to do more than look at the lights, which was exactly what Sue wanted. On her feet without so much as a word, Burlingame ran the ropes to Juliet’s right and hopped onto the second strand with all the natural grace of her younger sister. The finale proved just as graceful as the opening, Sue launching herself back the way she’d came, twisting around in midair and raising both legs to hip level, all the better to THWHUMP the back of her right thigh down across Bloodwind’s throat. Juliet managed to roll to one side in the aftermath, but it ultimately provided no defense as Burlingame spun to one knee and forced her prey out flat before stretching out on her chest for the…
SLINGSHOT SPRINGBOARD LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CqUNHj4iIE
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Tempe Temptress wrenched her cradled leg loose and sat up, forcing Susannah clear in the process. “Yuuuhhh… you call that a Leg Drop, Susie?” Bloodwind huffed. “If you’re gonna steal from my friends, at least try to do it some justNNNNNGGHHHH!”
Burlingame palmed the top of Juliet’s noggin, drew back her right leg and THWHUMPED a vicious Soccer Kick into the Arizonan’s spine! Jules shrieked and arched her back, a perfectly understandable reaction that played into the Courtier’s vengeful hands. Hooking three fingers into the top of Bloodwind’s mouth, Sue jerked her head back and simultaneously threaded her right leg over the seated brunette’s right arm. Once that was done she dropped to one knee, extricated her digits from Juliet’s maw and circled her left arm around opposing throat. Soon as that was done she reached behind her back, where she joined her hands in a S-grip to complete the seated Dragon Sleeper.
KNEELING DRAGON SLEEPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SbBAR-OzDrQ
“Shout it out, bytch.” Burlingame demanded as she increased the torque on Bloodwind’s neck. “Or tap out, I left you a hand free because I’m nice like eeeerrrrrhhh-- Carpenter, tell your crazy ex to let go of my hair before I have to embarrass her further.”
“Screw you, honey.” Juliet ignored the ref’s warning in favor of trying to snatch the heiress bald. “You’re the one that should be embarrassed of these greasy ass exten--”
Sue removed her right hand from the S-grip, seized Bloodwind’s buckskin and tore it away to avenge and earlier slight. Doubling down on the Dragon Sleeper in that split-second when Jules came to grips with her new reality, Susan bore down on her grip, forcing the trapped wrestler to arch her back to alleviate the pressure while also offering herself to several thousand greedy cameras.
Absolutely livid over the blatant posing, Juliet released Burlingame’s hair and curled her left arm across her chest as a temporary measure. “Think you’re cute, Susie?” the straining brunette growled. “You’re just proving what these people already know. All the money in the world won’t buy you a rack that competes with minEEEERRRRHHHH YOU EVIL WHORE!”
Sue halved her grip again, only now she brushed Juliet’s protective arm aside and captured her right nipple in a cruel pincer.
Never one to simply endure such galling treatment, Bloodwind went back to her previous hair-hold knowing full well it’d only be good for a few seconds. Indeed Carpenter moved in to swat at Juliet’s wrist, but Susan halted him with a pained shake of her head. “Allow me, Al.” she gave Bloodwind’s defenseless nub a quarter turn and added a spitefully slow tug for good measure. “You’re going to let go of my hair without Al saying a word, sweetie. Because as bytchy as it is, this hold is perfectly legal. So you’re going to let me loose and find a legitimate way out… or Pinchy here finds a new home under your trunks. Understand?”
The silence spun out to the point that Susan thought she’d have to repeat herself, but then Bloodwind let go of her hair and started worrying at the heiress’s elbow. “You’re a hateful bytch, Susan.” the Tempe Temptress muttered.
“I’m a bytch with the rules on my side.” Burlingame corrected even as she moved the focus of her attack to Juliet’s left nipple. “And I’m not the one who went old school FAWN, first, asshole. Remember that when you’re icing down these second rate titNNNNGGGHHH!”
Juliet stopped tugging and started slapping, a wicked, flat shot directly against her opponent’s left ear. Sue maintained the Dragon Sleeper like a champ, although she did have to abandon the pincer to do so. Bloodwind called it a win and celebrated by THWHAPPING her palm against Burlingame’s left ear three more times. Sue grit her teeth and pulled up on the other brunette’s neck hard enough to make Juliet shriek. “Not going to slap your way out of this one, slut.” the Rainmaker promised. “Not before I HEY! DAMMITTEEERRRGGGHH!”
Juliet finally freed her right arm from its gammy trap and instantly locked her hands across the back of Sue’s head. Pulling down for all she was worth, the Beautiful Bloodhawk planted her feet as best she could and sloooooowly bridged up. Sue rose alongside, though with her head bent and thoroughly under Jules’s control she didn’t have much sense of what-- “NNGGGGHH! Juliet shifted every bit of weight to her right foot so she could TWHONK the point of her right knee into Sue’s bowed head. The hellacious coil around her throat finally developed some slack, so Bloodwind delivered two more Kneelifts and almost screamed with delight when she twisted free of the Courtier’s grip.
Taking Susan’s back before she fully realized her plan, Juliet snatched a vicious handful of hair and forced Burlingame’s head backward until her chin was wedged beneath the Arizonan’s right arm. No retaliatory Dragon Sleeper this, Bloodwind simply went up on tiptoe, then dropped to her tush to THAWHUNK the back of her opponent’s skull into the canvas with a scintillating Reverse DDT.
INVERTED DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxrshsZtcqg
Burlingame landed hard, the impact enough to kick both legs into the air. It would’ve been a perfect moment for Juliet to hook the far leg (as many of the FAWNatics suggested at the top of their lungs) but Bloodwind didn’t consider this for so much as a second. Instead she scrambled to one knee, helped herself to the other brunette’s hair and hauled her to boot-leather just long enough to wedge that dazed noggin between her thighs in a Standing Headscissors. The Waistlock came just as fast, as did the inversion and drop, Juliet kicking her legs out from underneath to TWHONK the crown of Susan’s skull into the mat with a brutally abrupt Piledriver. Burlingame bounced free, sat up about halfway, then found herself shoved flat when Bloodwind swung her right leg over and planted the full weight of her buckskin-clad tush atop the heiress’s chest! Hooking Burlingame’s left leg in a Half Matchbook for good measure, Jules grrrrroooooound against her rival’s chest while simultaneously ticking off the…
PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3Osn-1srME
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THRNOOOO!
Sue shot a shoulder off the mat at the last second, reminding everyone why she was a former two-time FAWN World Champion. Bloodwind pounded a fist against the mat and showed three fingers to Al, her dark eyes burning with uncharacteristic frustration. “C’MON AL!” she growled. “That was three!”
Carpenter shook his head, raised two fingers to emphasize the point. “You’re getting closer, Jules. But it was only two. Stay on her now.”
Juliet didn’t need to be told twice, in fact she’d already buried both hands in her rival’s hair and scraped her off the mat. “Betcha felt real good showing my tits to the whole crowd.” Bloodwind slammed a Kneelift into Burlingame’s navel, added a second just because she felt like it. “Bet it won’t feel nearly as good when I’m showing off your broken nose.”
The last word hadn’t even left her lips when she unleashed a series of Kneelifts aimed directly at Susan’s face, a quick right-left-right pattern that had Juliet’s glutes churning and the Ace’s head rocking with each new blow. A full baker’s dozen put Sue on all fours and Bloodwind might’ve kept right on swinging if she hadn’t been distracted by the defenseless, sweat-shined curve of her rival’s back. Securing Sue’s skull in the second Standing Headscissors in as many minutes, Jules curled her fingers into talons and raaaaaaaaaaaaaked Burlingame from the small of her back to the nape of her neck. Sue squirmed and gouged her own tines into the back of Juliet’s knees, but Bloodwind soaked it up without complaint and ultimately dished out several more rakes and a single Overhand Slap that CRAAACKED between Susan’s shoulders.
“You’re not better than me.” the Tempe Temptress told the groaning grappler. “You can say it million f*cking times and it still wouldn’t be true, understand me, bytch?”
Burlingame tried to tug her head free by way of answer, so Juliet pounded her shoulders with a few Forearm Smashes, then hauled her up and blasted a Headbutt between her eyes. Sue reeled, then had the temerity to reply with a Headbutt of her own, so Bloodwind piled on with return volley to the cheek, then reeled back and CRAAACKED her prey across the mouth with a gaudy Bytch Slap! Sue staggered sideways, set her feet and left-handed Haymaker that would’ve dented Bloodwind’s chin if the Arizonan hadn’t twisted to the side and hooked her right arm under the other brunette’s encroaching bicep. Just like that Jules dipped her knees and popped her hips, but what looked like a garden variety Hip Toss turned far more interesting once she ‘hupped’ Burlingame into the air and caught her left leg with her free arm. Cheers from those assembled as Juliet pulled Susan’s tummy and chest tight against her back and started to spin. One, two, three full rotations, then Bloodwind released Burlingame’s leg and let her swing around in front, all the better to snatch a handful of hair and sit out, thus THWHUNKING the Rainmaker’s face into the mat full force!
TEMPE TWISTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8x6JSZBw4T8
The Tempe Twister connected well away from the ropes, it even bounced Susan onto her back in a glassy-eyed starfish perfect for covering. Yet Juliet made no effort to cover, much to the consternation of her fans. Only vaguely aware of their disappointed groans, Bloodwind laid claim to Burlingame’s right wrist and ankle, stood up and draaaaaaaaaaaagged her into the center of the ring.
“Perfect place for you, baby.” Jules huffed as she smoothed back her battle-frayed hair. “Tits up looking at the lights. Oh, and mouth SHUT!” She STOMPED down on Sue’s bronzed belly and stepped over, the Beautiful Bloodhawk making a point to add some swagger to her step as she headed for the corner. Picking up speed as she closed, the distance, Juliet planted a foot on the middle rope and grabbed the top in one hand. “MAKE SOME NOISE, PEOPLE!” she bellowed at the capacity crowd. “LET’S GIVE SUE THE SORT OF ATTENTION SHE DESERVES!”
They did as bade, rising to their feet en masse with a roar already building at the back of their throats. A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed Burlingame was still down n’ out, so Juliet sank down and busted out a pair of hops, the first to the middle rope, the second all the way to the top floor. From there she dropped into a final crouch and launched herself out and backward, the tawny veteran getting some serious hang-time with the Bloodhawk Div-“OOOOOFFFFFHHHHH!”
Waves of sympathetic nausea washed over the FAWN Arena as Julies crashed down with every bit of her near hundred and thirty pounds landing atop Sue’s recently raised knees. Pushing the gaping brunette away with an angry groan, the Rainmaker rolled back on her shoulders, then kipped to her feet and flicked the hair off her face. Lips set in a thin line, Burlingame kept quiet as she wrapped one of Bloodwind’s pigtails around her fist and hauled her to verticality. Once back she drew back to deliver a bytchy receipt, but at the last second she changed her mind and lit into Juliet’s chest with the most spiteful Knife-Edge Chop imaginable.
Bloodwind sobbed aloud and turned her back on the Ace, one arm crossed protectively over her sizzling curves. The pain seemed to flare that much hotter when she heard Susan snarl, “Get your hands up and fight me, you whiny byt--” Juliet rounded on her with a final Knife Edge, alas Burlingame ducked low, then straightened up just in time to drive an elbow into the nape of her foe’s neck. The Arizonan’s knees tried to unhinge but Sue slipped an arm around her throat and cranked her head backward with another stiff Inverted Facelock.
Snatching a handful of buckskin briefs for extra leverage, Burlingame muscled her rival off the mat and did a little spinning of her own, half a dozen rotations in fact, the FAWN crowd once again forced into grudging applause for the Ace’s amalgamation of Dragon Sleeper and Giant Swing.
SWINGING DRAGON SLEEPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6SAF6IjQyk
Surprise held sway when Susan set her burden down quite gently only to give way to ‘Oh No She DIN’T!’ scorn when the Rainmaker whipped Juliet around in a half circle, caught her in a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on her back to PLANT Juliet on her face, chest and belly courtesy of an Ace Crusher. Bloodwind flopped over onto her back, arms and legs spread wide in an insensate sprawl that only shifted ever so slightly when Burlingame scooted in and sat on her face. Boots braced against the sides of Juliet’s skull, Sue tilted her head back, raised one arm high and joined Al in counting the…
'ACE' CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1DouPkptC0
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“Say it with me now…” Sue purred as the bell sounded and the Announcer got up from his seat.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
Al came over to raise her hand, but Burlingame didn’t offer it, nor did she make any attempt to rise. Hands braced against her knees, the victorious Ace spread her knees a little wider and began to grind in earnest, drawing her vengeful undercarriage up n’ down Juliet’s features in long, sweeping strokes. Bloodwind groaned from somewhere underneath, alas this did nothing to slow Sue’s pace, indeed she sped up a little, adding a taut little figure eight to the already sinuous pattern. On another night she would’ve drawn out her pleasure and her opponent’s humiliation for as long as possible, yet sometimes demurrals were more hateful than indulgence so rather than finish her ride she came to a sudden stop and damned near crushed Juliet’s nose in the vise of her glutes. Pushing to her feet only after Juliet’s sob faded to nothing, Sue planted a boot on Bloodwind’s chest and set both hands on her hips.
“Remember to put some respect on my name next time, loser.” she taunted the defeated Tempe Temptress. “If you can work up the courage to say it again, that is.”
Quite satisfied with the silence that followed this command, Sue Burlingame nudged her foe’s face to one side, then set off on a circuit of the ring to celebrate her latest pay-per-view victory.
JULIET BLOODWIND:
To the accompanying sonic assault of Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name Of", Juliet Bloodwind, emerged atop the ramp. The crowd erupted into a supportive roar, happy to see the Tempe Temptress back on pay-per-view for the first time in quite a while.
The Tempe Temptress exuded a flirtatious confidence as she strutted down the steel toward the ring. The pigtailed Juliet slapped hands with the fans sitting along the ramp, her imitation deerskin string bikini and matching knee high boots leaving very little to the public's imagination, and receiving a rousing vocal endorsement--if anything, the spirit she's shown during her fourteen year career with FAWN has only FURTHER endeared her to the Orlando faithful. She arched a wry eyebrow at this sight of one sign: ’SUZIE’S GETTIN’ CHOPPED DOWN TO SIZE!’ Another fan waved a sign that had long been a fixture at the arena: ‘CONSIDER ME TEMPTED, TEMPE TEMPTRESS!’
And for the sentiment, as always, he was rewarded with a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. Bloodwind made a complete circuit around the ring, continuing to press the flesh with the assembled fans. Her lap completed, Juliet moved quickly toward the ring, gracefully hopping onto the apron. With her back to the ropes, Juliet cast a quick glance over her shoulder at the official and the announcer before draping her arms over the top rope. The nubile Native American gave a suggestive wiggle of her hips before leaning backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring, Navajo Nation roaring its approval while Bloodwind took up residence in the center of the squared circle.
“And introducing her opponent, 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!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPoIznBujEA
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
The speakers cut loose with an electronic scream and those gathered for Thrills, Chills and Spills answered with a great deal of the throat-born variety, as was tradition in the presence of the Rainmaker. Never one to keep a crowd waiting, 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 the woman who‘d dare call her out, the bronzed brunette hardbody wore a snug dark tank-top sporting the face and slogan of none other than ‘Sensational’ Shea London. It earned an immediate 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.
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 veteran, she wore the usual dark blue two piece with gold trim. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look. Oh so eager to put herself back in the PPV win column (all while reminding Jules of her place in the grand scheme of things) 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 Algernon Carpenter, then strolled right up to Juliet and cooed, “Nice nose, Jules. I’m going to enjoy grinding it off.” Bloodwind took a step closer before she replied. “No chance, honey. The only thing betting smeared tonight is that tacky make-up… all over my buckskin.”
Nose to nose and drawing closer with every second, Bloodwind and Burlingame kept the trash talk flowing steady throughout the course of Al’s last minute instructions and of course neither brunette moved so much as an inch when the official asked they return to their quarters prior to the bell. Not relishing the notion of playing Invisible Zebra while the pair of veterans teed off on one another, Carpenter stepped back from his charges and threw a quick sign to the Timekeeper.
CLANG!
“You picked the wrong woman and the wrong night to prove you’re something more than a well preserved slice of bikini meat, Juliet.” Sue murmured. “Did you imagine this was going to be the start of some Bliss-like resurgence? Bytch, you’ll be lucky if I don’t top the job Alexis did on Port--”
Bloodwind sent Susan stumbling with a tremendous shove and marched right after her, barking in the heiress’s ear the whole time. “You think you intimidate me, Suzie? Your titles and your abs don’t mean shyt to me, all I care about is Chopping those spray-tanned tits out of your--”
Burlingame shoved her back, making sure the full weight of one hand was directed at the other brunette’s mouth. “Talk all you want.” Susan snapped at the coal-eyed Tempe Temptress. “We both know that in the end, talk… and those overrated Chops, are the only thing you’ve got.” Snorting as her opponent bristled, Sue stepped back and stretched her arms wide. “In fact, give it your best shot, honey. Go ahead, wind up and gimme the biggest, baddest Knife-Edge you can muster. You can have one free, the next one will cost more than you can bear.”
Almost nauseated by the confidence pouring from the former World Champion promised, “You’re gonna regret that, Suzie.”
Burlingame only blew her a kiss, so Jules took a half step back and twisted her torso so her left shoulder was pointing at the Ace. The simple act of reaching across her chest raised a rumble from the FAWNatics and it got that much louder when the Beautiful Bloodhawk lunged forward and-- Juliet dropped the Chop in mid-stride to answer Sue’s challenge with an arcing right handed Bytch Slap that CRAAACKED the taste out of Burlingame’s mouth and deposited it somewhere in the lower bowl!
Caught unawares, Susan spun in a gaudy half circle and almost went to one knee before catching her balance. Though her ears rung something fierce, she had no trouble hearing Juliet’s voice on her six. “How’s that feel, Sue?” Bloodwind taunted. “Does that feel like complacency to you?”
Sue dropped the hand from her scorched cheek and glanced over one shoulder, but she didn’t turn around. “No… it tastes like mediocrity.”
Juliet’s smile died a quick, ugly death. “Oh bytch, I’m going to punch your teeth down your goddamned throat.”
She pounced in search of an actual Chop and found boot leather instead, Burlingame stutter-stepping to meet her with a lighting fast Back Kick that THWHAPPED off the Arizonan’s bare tummy. Whirling in a half circle even as Juliet took a knee, Susan sank into a martial arts stance and the sold out crowd cringed in anticipation of the Buzzsaw Kick destined for Bloodwind’s temp-- Susan straightened up, raised one hand to level with her eyebrow and bellowed, “MY GAME!” Then she reached down, palmed the top of Juliet’s head and made sure to muss her hair as she added, “HER GAWHOOOAAH!”
Jules swatted her hand aside, hooked Burlingame behind the knees and deposited her on the canvas with a Double Leg Takedown. In the same breath she floated over the Courtier in a snug somersault, Bloodwind landing with her full weight flush on Sue’s chest while Al and the FAWNatics counted…
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Rainmaker bucked her way loose with half a heartbeat to spare, a fact of which Juliet reminded her by jamming her thumb and forefinger (held barely a millimeter apart) into her opponent’s face the instant she regained her feet. “THAT CLOSE, PRINCESS!” Bloodwind shouted before dropping Sue’s punk card with a rough pie-face of her own. “CAN’T YOU AT LEAST TRY TO WRESTLE ON MY LEVNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Susan clapped one side of her foe’s face numb with a Bytch Slap of her own, then took things to a whole new level when she seared the former Intercontinental Champ’s chest with a resounding Knife-Edge Chop! “Yeah, I could wrestle at your level.” the Courtier snapped. “It’s just a pain in the ass to work at half speed for very--” she would’ve said ‘long’ if Bloodwind hadn’t stormed in and let loose with a Knife-Edge of her own… that sailed directly over Burlingame’s lowered head.
The power behind her shot was enough to twist Jules around, not necessarily a bad thing, but Susan did the same and she deftly hooked her arms around the other brunette’s biceps and pulled her tight. Just like that she dropped to her knees and touched the crown of her head to the canvas, thus stacking Juliet on her shoulders for the…
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TWO…
THRENOOOO!
Bloodwind broke the Backslide in the knick of time, flopping backward onto all fours before scrambling to her “UNNNNGGGHHHH!” Susan caught her coming up with a snappy European Uppercut that ‘clacked’ the Arizonan’s teeth and dropped her flat on her butt. Much as she enjoyed her view of the stunned ‘wha hoppen?’ look on Juliet’s face, Sue enjoyed it that much more when she dropped to her knees and spread her arms wide. “Looking a little tired, Jules. Would you be more comfortable wrestling down here? This is your level, after all.”
Bloodwind rolled to one knee in the blink of an eye and would’ve launched herself at the Ace if Susan hadn’t gone from her knees to her feet, the other brunette landing in a predatory feline crouch. Once again eye to eye with the woman who’d dared denigrate her career in the most casually humiliating way possible, Bloodwind growled, “Dimiss me one more time, Susannah. Do it and I swear to God this won’t be a wrestling match. I’ll just straight up beat the shyt out of--”
“F*ck off.” Burlingame interrupted. “You want me to shut my mouth? You want to prove me wrong? All you have to do is BEAT ME, Juliet. Put my shoulders on the mat for a three count or make me submit.” Susan hopped up from her crouch and took a step back, her eyes still locked on the Tempe Temptress. “But you won’t will you? Because this is a high pressure situation and if FAWN had a single iron-clad absolute, it’s this… Juliet Bloodwind cracks under pressure.”
Jules got to her feet in slow motion, hearing nothing but the pounding in her temples and the cold, flat echo of her opponent’s words. After a long pause she whispered, “You’re going to wish you’d kept my name out of your mouth, Susan.”
Sue stepped to her again, not the aggressive chesting up of the pre-match, but the measured approach of a woman who wants to make sure she has her rival’s undivided attention. “Raise your game, Jules. You won’t like it if I have to stoop to your level.”
Focusing the full-body rage into a single white hot spotlight that pulsed in time with her heart, Bloodwind remained deathly quiet as she raised her right hand high. Twitching her fingers as the crowd clamored for the Test of Strength, Juliet was simultaneously pleased and annoyed by how quickly Susan accepted her challenge, Bloodwind lifted her left hand and locked up with the Ace. Muttered grunts from both competitors gave way to labored silence as they settled into a subtle mouth on shoulder grind. A casual observer might’ve thought they were stock still, but the FAWN cameras and Al Carpenter caught the minute tremble of a bicep or the faint shiver of a thigh as the tangled brunettes fought to impose their will upon the other. Such a standstill might’ve bored some crowds, but the folks who’d gathered for Thrills, Chills & Spills grew louder with each tick of the clock and they almost shook the rafters when one toned battler went up on tiptoes.
Allowing herself a small smile as she turned Sue’s hands back over her wrists, Juliet bore down that much harder and pressed her lips to her rival’s ear. “What was that you were saying about my game, Susan? You don’t have to tell me yet. You can wait until your knees hit the canvas.”
“Screw you, bytch.” Susan grunted as she fought against the other brunette’s increased leverage. “You know damned well you’re going to fail. Hell, isn’t Bloodwind the Navajo word for choke artisTOOOWWW BYTCHNNNNNGGGHH!”
Jules bit down on Susan’s ear like she meant to take it as a snack, then tacked on a Kneelift to the belly for good measure. Neither tactic was exactly kosher in the context of a Test of Strength, yet Burlingame was such an insufferable bytch that she thought her fans would forgive her. This thought occupied her mind for perhaps half a heartbeat before it was dismissed by the elation of watching Sue Burlingame take a knee in her shadow. “No way, I want both knees, asshole.” the Tempe Temptress demanded when Susan tried to rise. “If I learned one thing from Miranda, it’s that penance requires both knees down.” She leaned forward, transferring that much more pressure to the heiress’s trembling arms. “Do it, Susie. Both knees down or I’ll snap your wrists.”
Susan shook her head ‘no’, then braced a shoulder against the washboard of Bloodwind’s tummy and shoved for--”NNGGGHHH!”
Jules shifted away from the encroachment and punished Burlingame with a quick Hip Check that snapped her head to one side. Far more important, it put the Ace’s kneepads on the deck, much to the crowd’s delight. “That’s right, rich girl.” Bloodwind cooed as she continued to bear down on Susan’s straining hands. “Take a few deep breaths, then go ahead and put some respect on my name!”
Juliet expected a curse or an insult, she didn’t expect a giggle and the sound of it raised the hackles on the back of her neck. “Good one.” Sue was still chortling a bit. “No one in that locker room respects you, Bloodwind. You really think I’ll be the first to change her AAAAAAAHHHH FAAAAHHHK!”
The Beautiful Bloodhawk jerked their knotted hands from midnight all the way to six, which made it that much easier to bend Susan’s wrists. “Go ahead, bytch.” Juliet growled. “Run your mouth one more time and I swear I’ll make sure your knuckles touch your forearmSSOOFFFFHHH!”
Susan slammed her forehead into Bloodwind’s navel, a painful receipt for the Arizonan’s earlier shortcut. This was followed with a second, third and fourth, the last of which weakened Juliet’s press enough for Burlingame to her arms back overhead. After that she planted a knee and it wasn’t long before she nose to nose with her rival again. “So you like the unvarnished truth, do you? the former World Champion shifted her right leg so that her ankle was braced against the back of Bloodwind’s right foot. “Well here it is. You could’ve been the face of this place for the last decade, instead you’re nothing but the face real stars grind when they need to make a point!”
Juliet snarled, tried to go up on tiptoe again but couldn’t get the leverage. “You’re gonna wish you’d never heard my name, slut.” she promised. “By the time I’m done with you you’ll be horse from screaming it into my trunkSHYYYYT!”
Sue wrenched Juliet’s arms to three and nine respectively, jabbed a shoulder into her sternum and sloooooooowly bent her backward until the tips of her toes and the crown were the only things keeping Bloodwind off the mat. Going to one knee (of her own accord, naturally) to better maintain the taut bridge, Susan leaned in close to murmur, “You should be on your knees kissing my ass between thank you’s. Everyone else had forgotten your name until I bothered to mention it a few weeks back.”
“Go to hell.” Bloodwind answered even though it made her neck ache. “Just because I’m not an attention whore like you doesn’t mean OOOOFFFFHHHH!”
Sue launched herself into a perfect handstand, then swung down and landed with her knees on Bloodwind’s tummy. “Not an attention whore? Now you’re just flat out lying. Face it Juliet, we’re both attention whores. The only difference between you and I?” The Rainmaker leaned in and planted the lightest of kisses on the tip of Juliet’s nose. “I’m a helluva lot better at it than you.”
Juliet’s rebuttal was immediate, though it didn’t get much beyond the enraged snarl stage before Burlingame hooked her legs behind the Arizonan’s planted stems and wrenched them apart with a single hard tug. Effectively glued to the mat beneath her hated rival’s Double Leg Grapevine, Jules fought to keep her nerves steady even as Al counted off…
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Bloodwind raised a shoulder only for Susan to force it right back down. Already in position, Carpenter slapped the mat…
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She raised the opposite shoulder and got slapped on the mouth for her troubles. “You really want to keep doing this, Jules?” Sue forced the other brunette’s wrists together and kept ‘em that way with a white-knuckle grip from her left hand. “Not to steal a line from Blissy, but every second we share the spotlight, I get a little brighter, and you?” The heiress brushed some hair off Bloodwind’s forehead in a way that made Jules’s blood boil. “You just keep fading away.”
“You’re not gonna last long enough to fade away, rich girl.” Juliet promised. “I’m just gonna wipe you out on the f*cking spotMMMMMMRRRRRRRRPPPPHHHH!”
Susannah Burlingame wasn’t the first name that came to mind when folks thought of the Breast Smother, but she knew how to use what she had, especially when it kept all eyes on her. Thusly she snaked her free arm around the back of Juliet’s head and pulled her in close even as she leaned forward and down, stuffing the Tempe Temptress’s mug flush against her coppery curves! The crowd roared even as Bloodwind squealed, trapped hands fluttering, back arching wildly as she tried to escape the Rainmaker’s deluge. Sue rode it out though, stretching the Grapevine a little wider to flatten the bridge and distributing her weight to make sure her opponent couldn’t do much of anything. “I’m not sure why you’re struggling so hard to show them your face.” Burlingame chided as she continued to mash her girls into Jules’s protesting face. “The ridiculous buckskin and f*ck me handlebars are more than enough for anyone recognize eerrrrrrrrrhhhhhh… that’s cheap, bytch.”
It Juliet heard she gave no sign, she was too busy trying to gnaw her way out of the Rainmaker’s décolletage dungeon.
Sue pressed down that much harder, she actually felt the veteran’s nose bend against her sternum, but even then Bloodwind wouldn’t stop chewing. “Ok, that’s how you want it, Bloodynose? Old school it is.” With that she released Juliet’s hands and reached down and back beneath her own legs to the vulnerable expanse of her foe’s buckskin briefs. A Crotch Claw would’ve been perfectly within keeping of the tone so far, yet even the cattiest segment of the FAWN faithful were surprised when Susan slipped her fingers beneath Juliet’s togs and attacked her center directly.
Juliet howled in muffled outrage, grabbed a huge handful of hair in one hand and THWHACKED away at the side of the other brunette’s skull. Susan didn’t maintain for very long, but she damned sure let Juliet know her trunks were compromised before she disengaged with a violent shove to the face, which the Tempe Temptress was more than happy to return.
Free of the other’s touch for the first time since they’d initiated the Test of Strength, Juliet and Susan rolled in opposite directions and came up on one knee already staring a hole through her opponent. Careful not to speak until she’d caught her breath, Juliet spat, “Your technique sucks, Susan. Consider lessons from Olivia, she’s amazing at doing more with less.”
Burlingame scoffed, swiped at a spot on her chest with one thumb. “Sorry, what was that, Jules? I was wiping your slutty mascara off of my tits.”
Bloodwind took a deep breath for the sole purpose of not flying across the mat to claw the bytch’s eyes out. Satisfied she could control herself for the moment, the Tempe Temptress stood up and threatened, “You’re lucky it’s just mascara, rich girl. The next scent I leave on you won’t wash away so easily.”
Susan got to her feet and flicked a glance at Al Carpenter. “You dated this train wreck, right Al? She ever say the same thing to--” CRAAAACK!
Juliet came at her like a plague wind, one heavy with thunder and lightning, or at least Knife-Edge Chops that sounded very much the same. The first one caught Burlingame flush across the sternum, as did the second, third and fourth. The fifth would’ve landed a little higher, if the heiress hadn’t stumbled clear with half a second to spare. “C’MON!” Jules roared at her rubber-legged adversary. “C’MON YOU BYTCH, SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT! TRY TO LAND A SHOT BEFORE I BUST YOU RIGHT THE F*CK OPEN!”
Teeth clenched to keep a scream locked inside, Sue growled, “You asked for it, cuEERRHH!” She must’ve taken too long for Bloodwind’s liking because the buckskin-clad veteran stepped in and another scintillating Knife-Edge, this one directly across Susannah’s mouth! Burlingame reeled, mouth covered by one hand, the other gamely trying to defend as she staggered away from the incensed Arizonan. Her efforts were laudable although ultimately not very effective, as Bloodwind walked her down and tacked on three more Chops, two to the scorched earth of Susan’s cleavage, one to the hollow of her throat.
That last lick almost doubled Sue over, in fact she had to sweep Jules into a drunken clinch to not collapse to all fours. Bloodwind didn’t fight it, indeed she squeezed the Ace tight, her embrace making it all the easier to thum-thum-THUMP a half dozen Kneelifts into Burlingame’s vulnerable belly. Realizing her mistake, Sue squeezed back and answered with a couple knees of her own, but they lacked her usual strength and wasn’t long before the Beautiful Bloodhawk had her stacked against the ropes.
“Don’t even think about squealing for a break, princess.” Juliet grunted as she bodied against the squirming Courtier. “You’re not going anywhere for a while.” Lest anyone doubt the strength of her convictions, the former Intercontinental Champion grabbed hold of Susan’s wrists and quickly draped them over the top rope. From there she grabbed the middle strand and pulled it up n’ Burlingame’s biceps, effectively trapping her arms between the rubber-coated steel.
“C’mon Jules, you know I can’t let you do that.” Al coaxed from minimum safe distance. “Just back off and take a breather while I get Sue--”
“Don’t worry about it, Al.” Susan interrupted. “I’ve seen that look in the eye of countless drunken skanks at clubs all over the world. They’re off in the shadows, sobbing into the shoulder of an embarrassed friend while everyone else is tearing it up on the dance floor.” Sue’s smile got brighter as Juliet’s eyes narrowed to black slots. “It’s the look of a chick who’s so desperate to prove her ex shouldn’t have dumped her she’s willing to risk humiliation just to--”
Juliet metronomed the Rainmaker’s head with a forehand / backhand Bytch Slap two’fer, the latter half of which split Burlingame’s bottom lip wide open. “Shut your f*cking mouth, Susan.” Bloodwind whispered. “Shut your f*cking mouth or--”
“You made the right choice, Al.” Sue said to the lanky zebra. “Jenny might not have the big belt NOW, but she’s won it before and fully capable of winning it again. This girl here?” she honed in on Juliet, not smiling now. “She’s a loser. And she’ll always be a loser.”
“Easy, Jules.” Al raised a hand, though he didn’t quite dare step between Bloodwind and her foe. “It’s just talk, don’t let her get to--”
THWHACK!
Juliet pivoted on one foot and drove the other deep into the pit of Burlingame’s defenseless stomach. Sue jerked back hard, her butt thrust through the strands to such a degree that she would’ve tumbled to the floor if not for her captured arms. Furious in a way she hadn’t experienced since her wars with Ancilline de Cyr, Bloodwind stepped up to the gasping heiress and seized her face in one steely-tined hand. “Anything else to say before I knock your teeth down your throat, Susie?”
Burlingame grinned, her teeth tinted pink by the split lip. “Not until my arms are free, cutie. Then I’ll say more than you want to he--”
Juliet reached down, grabbed Sue’s top between the cups and pulled it away with a single low ‘snap’! Roars from the FAWNatics of course, yet the mood in the ring was almost somber.
“Bad call, Jules.” Burlingame tried to keep her voice steady but Juliet could hear the tremble of rage underneath. “Now they have even less reason to look at NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NGHAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHK!”
Juliet pointed her right shoulder at the Ace and unleashed a veritable hurricane of those vaunted Bloodwind Chops, her whole arm little more than a blur as she funneled rage, frustration and embarrassment into her opponent’s rapidly reddening chest. Her shoulder was starting to throb when Carpenter stepped in, looped an arm around her waist and bodily hauled the Arizonan off her defenseless prey. “LET ME GO! DAMMIT AL, LET ME--”
“Lay so much as a finger on her while she’s still in the ropes and I’ll disqualify you on the spot, do you understand?” the ref said calmly. “I hate having to end a match that way, but I’ll do it if you can’t get a hold of yourself. Do you understand?”
“Did you hear what she said, Al?” Bloodwind asked, her voice a distressing combination of snarl and sob. “You think I’m going to let her talk about me that way?”
“No, nor am I going to let her talk about you that way. But no one, yourself included, is going to appreciate a victory if you earned it from beating Sue bloody when she couldn’t defend herself. Now take a walk, I need to get her out of the ropes.” Juliet looked to from him to Sue and back again, flipped the other brunette the bird, then whirled around and stalked to the far side of the ring. Al immediately went to Susan, who was fighting to regain her composure after the wicked Knife Edge Massacre. “You gotta be careful with what you say, Sue.” Carpenter noted as he tugged her loose. “Keep antagonizing her like that and I might not be able to stop her the next time.”
Arms free, Sue lurched forward and braced both hands against her knees. After several long seconds, she straightened up, flipping sweat-soaked hair off her forehead. “I appreciate the concern, Al. But I can look after myself. Hey, Bloodwind!”
Juliet stepped forward as Susan did the same. “How’s your tits, princess?”
Sue ran a dismissive hand over the map of ugly red welts, even though it felt like the skin practically sizzled at her touch. “Still better than yours, bytch. Is that the best you can do? I thought you were supposed to be good at throwing Chops.”
Bloodwind shook her head in disgust, then came forward and-- incredulous buzz from those assembled when Sue flicked her wrist in Juliet’s direction, effectively spraying her with a fine mist of tit sweat. “Try to get used to that now, Bloodynose. It’ll be so much worse after the match is--”
Juliet stormed in for another Chop but Burlingame was ready, twisting on one foot and bringing her other leg up high to effectively strike the brunette’s elbow with the side of her knee. Catching her balance immediately thereafter, Sue planted on her back foot and TWHACKED a perfect Super Kick into the meat of her opponent’s right bicep. Juliet cried out and stumbled hard, momentarily off balance as her whole arm went numb. Feeling and balance returned promptly, albeit half a second behind Burlingame’s follow-up Super Kick.
Sympathetic groans from the Thrills, Chills & Spills crowd when Bloodwind’s head snapped back and the rest of her soon followed, the gobsmacked veteran landing in a flat sprawl in the middle of the squared circle. Very much aware of the building’s re-circulated air on her scorched chest, Sue dared another touch of Juliet’s brand, then hissed upon discovering it still stung like a mad bastard. “You’re gonna pay for that, pigtails.” Burlingame promised after a steadying breath. “Right f*cking now.”
With Jules in no position to defend herself, the Ace collected a double handful of hair, scraped the other brunette off the mat and reeled her into a Front Facelock. An arm slung over her shoulders and a handful of buckskin were the only other hooks she needed and Sue collected those in a trice. One second both wrestlers had their feet flat on the canvas, the next Bloodwind’s were pointing toward the rafters. There was no time for Juliet’s legions to warn her, it was just a quick up and a resounding down, Susan laying out on her back to THWHONK the crown of her opponent’s skull into the mat with a Snap Brainbuster.
SNAP BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCGX7DvbDXA
The Ace floated over into a Crossbody but rather than cover she reared back on her haunches, raised both hands high overhead and SLAPPED them down against Juliet’s tummy! Bloodwind shivered under those mean-spirited palms, but the recent blows to her head left the Beautiful Bloodhawk unable to do more than look at the lights, which was exactly what Sue wanted. On her feet without so much as a word, Burlingame ran the ropes to Juliet’s right and hopped onto the second strand with all the natural grace of her younger sister. The finale proved just as graceful as the opening, Sue launching herself back the way she’d came, twisting around in midair and raising both legs to hip level, all the better to THWHUMP the back of her right thigh down across Bloodwind’s throat. Juliet managed to roll to one side in the aftermath, but it ultimately provided no defense as Burlingame spun to one knee and forced her prey out flat before stretching out on her chest for the…
SLINGSHOT SPRINGBOARD LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CqUNHj4iIE
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Tempe Temptress wrenched her cradled leg loose and sat up, forcing Susannah clear in the process. “Yuuuhhh… you call that a Leg Drop, Susie?” Bloodwind huffed. “If you’re gonna steal from my friends, at least try to do it some justNNNNNGGHHHH!”
Burlingame palmed the top of Juliet’s noggin, drew back her right leg and THWHUMPED a vicious Soccer Kick into the Arizonan’s spine! Jules shrieked and arched her back, a perfectly understandable reaction that played into the Courtier’s vengeful hands. Hooking three fingers into the top of Bloodwind’s mouth, Sue jerked her head back and simultaneously threaded her right leg over the seated brunette’s right arm. Once that was done she dropped to one knee, extricated her digits from Juliet’s maw and circled her left arm around opposing throat. Soon as that was done she reached behind her back, where she joined her hands in a S-grip to complete the seated Dragon Sleeper.
KNEELING DRAGON SLEEPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SbBAR-OzDrQ
“Shout it out, bytch.” Burlingame demanded as she increased the torque on Bloodwind’s neck. “Or tap out, I left you a hand free because I’m nice like eeeerrrrrhhh-- Carpenter, tell your crazy ex to let go of my hair before I have to embarrass her further.”
“Screw you, honey.” Juliet ignored the ref’s warning in favor of trying to snatch the heiress bald. “You’re the one that should be embarrassed of these greasy ass exten--”
Sue removed her right hand from the S-grip, seized Bloodwind’s buckskin and tore it away to avenge and earlier slight. Doubling down on the Dragon Sleeper in that split-second when Jules came to grips with her new reality, Susan bore down on her grip, forcing the trapped wrestler to arch her back to alleviate the pressure while also offering herself to several thousand greedy cameras.
Absolutely livid over the blatant posing, Juliet released Burlingame’s hair and curled her left arm across her chest as a temporary measure. “Think you’re cute, Susie?” the straining brunette growled. “You’re just proving what these people already know. All the money in the world won’t buy you a rack that competes with minEEEERRRRHHHH YOU EVIL WHORE!”
Sue halved her grip again, only now she brushed Juliet’s protective arm aside and captured her right nipple in a cruel pincer.
Never one to simply endure such galling treatment, Bloodwind went back to her previous hair-hold knowing full well it’d only be good for a few seconds. Indeed Carpenter moved in to swat at Juliet’s wrist, but Susan halted him with a pained shake of her head. “Allow me, Al.” she gave Bloodwind’s defenseless nub a quarter turn and added a spitefully slow tug for good measure. “You’re going to let go of my hair without Al saying a word, sweetie. Because as bytchy as it is, this hold is perfectly legal. So you’re going to let me loose and find a legitimate way out… or Pinchy here finds a new home under your trunks. Understand?”
The silence spun out to the point that Susan thought she’d have to repeat herself, but then Bloodwind let go of her hair and started worrying at the heiress’s elbow. “You’re a hateful bytch, Susan.” the Tempe Temptress muttered.
“I’m a bytch with the rules on my side.” Burlingame corrected even as she moved the focus of her attack to Juliet’s left nipple. “And I’m not the one who went old school FAWN, first, asshole. Remember that when you’re icing down these second rate titNNNNGGGHHH!”
Juliet stopped tugging and started slapping, a wicked, flat shot directly against her opponent’s left ear. Sue maintained the Dragon Sleeper like a champ, although she did have to abandon the pincer to do so. Bloodwind called it a win and celebrated by THWHAPPING her palm against Burlingame’s left ear three more times. Sue grit her teeth and pulled up on the other brunette’s neck hard enough to make Juliet shriek. “Not going to slap your way out of this one, slut.” the Rainmaker promised. “Not before I HEY! DAMMITTEEERRRGGGHH!”
Juliet finally freed her right arm from its gammy trap and instantly locked her hands across the back of Sue’s head. Pulling down for all she was worth, the Beautiful Bloodhawk planted her feet as best she could and sloooooowly bridged up. Sue rose alongside, though with her head bent and thoroughly under Jules’s control she didn’t have much sense of what-- “NNGGGGHH! Juliet shifted every bit of weight to her right foot so she could TWHONK the point of her right knee into Sue’s bowed head. The hellacious coil around her throat finally developed some slack, so Bloodwind delivered two more Kneelifts and almost screamed with delight when she twisted free of the Courtier’s grip.
Taking Susan’s back before she fully realized her plan, Juliet snatched a vicious handful of hair and forced Burlingame’s head backward until her chin was wedged beneath the Arizonan’s right arm. No retaliatory Dragon Sleeper this, Bloodwind simply went up on tiptoe, then dropped to her tush to THAWHUNK the back of her opponent’s skull into the canvas with a scintillating Reverse DDT.
INVERTED DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxrshsZtcqg
Burlingame landed hard, the impact enough to kick both legs into the air. It would’ve been a perfect moment for Juliet to hook the far leg (as many of the FAWNatics suggested at the top of their lungs) but Bloodwind didn’t consider this for so much as a second. Instead she scrambled to one knee, helped herself to the other brunette’s hair and hauled her to boot-leather just long enough to wedge that dazed noggin between her thighs in a Standing Headscissors. The Waistlock came just as fast, as did the inversion and drop, Juliet kicking her legs out from underneath to TWHONK the crown of Susan’s skull into the mat with a brutally abrupt Piledriver. Burlingame bounced free, sat up about halfway, then found herself shoved flat when Bloodwind swung her right leg over and planted the full weight of her buckskin-clad tush atop the heiress’s chest! Hooking Burlingame’s left leg in a Half Matchbook for good measure, Jules grrrrroooooound against her rival’s chest while simultaneously ticking off the…
PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3Osn-1srME
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sue shot a shoulder off the mat at the last second, reminding everyone why she was a former two-time FAWN World Champion. Bloodwind pounded a fist against the mat and showed three fingers to Al, her dark eyes burning with uncharacteristic frustration. “C’MON AL!” she growled. “That was three!”
Carpenter shook his head, raised two fingers to emphasize the point. “You’re getting closer, Jules. But it was only two. Stay on her now.”
Juliet didn’t need to be told twice, in fact she’d already buried both hands in her rival’s hair and scraped her off the mat. “Betcha felt real good showing my tits to the whole crowd.” Bloodwind slammed a Kneelift into Burlingame’s navel, added a second just because she felt like it. “Bet it won’t feel nearly as good when I’m showing off your broken nose.”
The last word hadn’t even left her lips when she unleashed a series of Kneelifts aimed directly at Susan’s face, a quick right-left-right pattern that had Juliet’s glutes churning and the Ace’s head rocking with each new blow. A full baker’s dozen put Sue on all fours and Bloodwind might’ve kept right on swinging if she hadn’t been distracted by the defenseless, sweat-shined curve of her rival’s back. Securing Sue’s skull in the second Standing Headscissors in as many minutes, Jules curled her fingers into talons and raaaaaaaaaaaaaked Burlingame from the small of her back to the nape of her neck. Sue squirmed and gouged her own tines into the back of Juliet’s knees, but Bloodwind soaked it up without complaint and ultimately dished out several more rakes and a single Overhand Slap that CRAAACKED between Susan’s shoulders.
“You’re not better than me.” the Tempe Temptress told the groaning grappler. “You can say it million f*cking times and it still wouldn’t be true, understand me, bytch?”
Burlingame tried to tug her head free by way of answer, so Juliet pounded her shoulders with a few Forearm Smashes, then hauled her up and blasted a Headbutt between her eyes. Sue reeled, then had the temerity to reply with a Headbutt of her own, so Bloodwind piled on with return volley to the cheek, then reeled back and CRAAACKED her prey across the mouth with a gaudy Bytch Slap! Sue staggered sideways, set her feet and left-handed Haymaker that would’ve dented Bloodwind’s chin if the Arizonan hadn’t twisted to the side and hooked her right arm under the other brunette’s encroaching bicep. Just like that Jules dipped her knees and popped her hips, but what looked like a garden variety Hip Toss turned far more interesting once she ‘hupped’ Burlingame into the air and caught her left leg with her free arm. Cheers from those assembled as Juliet pulled Susan’s tummy and chest tight against her back and started to spin. One, two, three full rotations, then Bloodwind released Burlingame’s leg and let her swing around in front, all the better to snatch a handful of hair and sit out, thus THWHUNKING the Rainmaker’s face into the mat full force!
TEMPE TWISTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8x6JSZBw4T8
The Tempe Twister connected well away from the ropes, it even bounced Susan onto her back in a glassy-eyed starfish perfect for covering. Yet Juliet made no effort to cover, much to the consternation of her fans. Only vaguely aware of their disappointed groans, Bloodwind laid claim to Burlingame’s right wrist and ankle, stood up and draaaaaaaaaaaagged her into the center of the ring.
“Perfect place for you, baby.” Jules huffed as she smoothed back her battle-frayed hair. “Tits up looking at the lights. Oh, and mouth SHUT!” She STOMPED down on Sue’s bronzed belly and stepped over, the Beautiful Bloodhawk making a point to add some swagger to her step as she headed for the corner. Picking up speed as she closed, the distance, Juliet planted a foot on the middle rope and grabbed the top in one hand. “MAKE SOME NOISE, PEOPLE!” she bellowed at the capacity crowd. “LET’S GIVE SUE THE SORT OF ATTENTION SHE DESERVES!”
They did as bade, rising to their feet en masse with a roar already building at the back of their throats. A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed Burlingame was still down n’ out, so Juliet sank down and busted out a pair of hops, the first to the middle rope, the second all the way to the top floor. From there she dropped into a final crouch and launched herself out and backward, the tawny veteran getting some serious hang-time with the Bloodhawk Div-“OOOOOFFFFFHHHHH!”
Waves of sympathetic nausea washed over the FAWN Arena as Julies crashed down with every bit of her near hundred and thirty pounds landing atop Sue’s recently raised knees. Pushing the gaping brunette away with an angry groan, the Rainmaker rolled back on her shoulders, then kipped to her feet and flicked the hair off her face. Lips set in a thin line, Burlingame kept quiet as she wrapped one of Bloodwind’s pigtails around her fist and hauled her to verticality. Once back she drew back to deliver a bytchy receipt, but at the last second she changed her mind and lit into Juliet’s chest with the most spiteful Knife-Edge Chop imaginable.
Bloodwind sobbed aloud and turned her back on the Ace, one arm crossed protectively over her sizzling curves. The pain seemed to flare that much hotter when she heard Susan snarl, “Get your hands up and fight me, you whiny byt--” Juliet rounded on her with a final Knife Edge, alas Burlingame ducked low, then straightened up just in time to drive an elbow into the nape of her foe’s neck. The Arizonan’s knees tried to unhinge but Sue slipped an arm around her throat and cranked her head backward with another stiff Inverted Facelock.
Snatching a handful of buckskin briefs for extra leverage, Burlingame muscled her rival off the mat and did a little spinning of her own, half a dozen rotations in fact, the FAWN crowd once again forced into grudging applause for the Ace’s amalgamation of Dragon Sleeper and Giant Swing.
SWINGING DRAGON SLEEPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6SAF6IjQyk
Surprise held sway when Susan set her burden down quite gently only to give way to ‘Oh No She DIN’T!’ scorn when the Rainmaker whipped Juliet around in a half circle, caught her in a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on her back to PLANT Juliet on her face, chest and belly courtesy of an Ace Crusher. Bloodwind flopped over onto her back, arms and legs spread wide in an insensate sprawl that only shifted ever so slightly when Burlingame scooted in and sat on her face. Boots braced against the sides of Juliet’s skull, Sue tilted her head back, raised one arm high and joined Al in counting the…
'ACE' CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1DouPkptC0
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
“Say it with me now…” Sue purred as the bell sounded and the Announcer got up from his seat.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
Al came over to raise her hand, but Burlingame didn’t offer it, nor did she make any attempt to rise. Hands braced against her knees, the victorious Ace spread her knees a little wider and began to grind in earnest, drawing her vengeful undercarriage up n’ down Juliet’s features in long, sweeping strokes. Bloodwind groaned from somewhere underneath, alas this did nothing to slow Sue’s pace, indeed she sped up a little, adding a taut little figure eight to the already sinuous pattern. On another night she would’ve drawn out her pleasure and her opponent’s humiliation for as long as possible, yet sometimes demurrals were more hateful than indulgence so rather than finish her ride she came to a sudden stop and damned near crushed Juliet’s nose in the vise of her glutes. Pushing to her feet only after Juliet’s sob faded to nothing, Sue planted a boot on Bloodwind’s chest and set both hands on her hips.
“Remember to put some respect on my name next time, loser.” she taunted the defeated Tempe Temptress. “If you can work up the courage to say it again, that is.”
Quite satisfied with the silence that followed this command, Sue Burlingame nudged her foe’s face to one side, then set off on a circuit of the ring to celebrate her latest pay-per-view victory.