House Show Report: Juliet Bloodwind versus Sue Burlingame

FAWN House Show, the Orpheum, Ocala FL.



“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is our Main Event!” the Announcer proclaimed to an enthusiastic sold-out crowd. “Introducing first, 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. Always punctual when it came to time in the spotlight, 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 her second meeting with a FAWN, ahem, legend, that wouldn’t acknowledge her place in the hierarchy, she 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 fans 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. Tonight she’d chose the usual dark blue two piece with gold trim. Matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look. Ready to cement her dominance once and for all, Sue tipped a wink to the undeserving masses and started toward the squared circle.



Making absolutely no attempt to swat the hands extended in her direction, Susan took the first half of her march at a leisurely pace, then broke into a flat out run that ended with an effortless dive beneath the bottom rope. Coming up on one knee, Burlingame popped to her feet and strode to the far corner to work on some stretches without having to devote any attention to the entryway.



When Sleigh Bells faded into the background, the Announcer went on. “And introducing her opponent, 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 Beautiful Bloodhawk back in their neck of the woods.



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 faithful. She arched a wry eyebrow at this sight of one sign: ’WHOOP THAT FLUKE, JULES!’ Another fan waved a sign that had long been a fixture at FAWN shows: ‘CONSIDER ME TEMPTED, TEMPE TEMPTRESS!’



And for that sentiment, the young man 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 to make sure the Rainmaker wasn’t lining up for a cheap-shot. Sue was still stretching, her back arrogantly turned toward the Temptress. Adding yet another item to her list of reasons for hating Sue Burlingame, Jules draped her arms over the top rope, then waggled her hips and leaned backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring.



The first time these two veterans met, they’d started jawing the second they shared a ring. Tonight Nick Castle made a point of keeping Juliet and Susan in their respective corners until he’d thoroughly inspected their pads and boots and went over his expectations in minute, some might even say agonizing detail. “I know tempers are hot right now, Jules.” he told the Tempe Temptress near the end of his spiel. “But you can’t let Sue get inside your head. If she does she’ll goad you into a mistake and then--”



“She’ll sit on my face again?” Bloodwind interrupted with a sour smile. “Not gonna happen, Nick. I’ve tasted that overrated ass for the last time.”



“See, no weapons, Nicky!” Sue chided once Castle confirmed she was clean. “I don’t need any extra advantages to put Princess Bloodynose in her place.”



“Be that as it may, I want a clean match tonight, Sue. Keep out of her hair, stay away from her eyes and for God’s sake, no trunk work. You’re better than that!”



“But she’s not.” Burlingame answered without humor. “Mark my words, Castle. That bitch will go catty the instant I start scoring direct hits.”



The senior official offered no reply, he merely backed into the center of the squared circle and called for the bell.



Bloodwind and Burlingame answered the CLANG with purposeful strides, the former approaching in a low, springy grappler’s crouch, the latter holding bunched fists near cheek and shoulder.



“Couldn’t leave it alone, could you?” the heiress asked as she began to circle. “I put you down clean one, two, three and was kind enough not to go old school FAWN on your petulant face and what happens? Here you are calling me out aga--”



Juliet exploded at her with a Knife-Edge at the ready, alas Susan was just a tad bit more ready and she dipped beneath the brunette’s charge like a cool breeze. Cinching a Waistlock the instant she had Bloodwind’s back, Burlingame muscled Jules off the mat and simply tossed her away, the Beautiful Bloodhawk landing flat on her chest and tummy before bouncing to one knee.



SLIDE AROUND TAKEDOWN:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=LC9AIZtXq0M



“Nick told me to play nice, tonight.” Sue said with none of her usual swagger. “And I’m going to, if only to prove once and for all that you’re no match for me.”



“Fight however you want, bytch.” Juliet growled after she’d regained her feet. “None of your bullshyt’s going to stop me tonight.”



Burlingame invited her in with a beckoning finger. “You’re right. Technique and skill is what’s going to put you on your ass to--”



Juliet’s second Chop approached even faster than the first and yet the Ace still had enough time to bring her forearms together in a guard that stopped the blow with a low thump! Bloodwind cried out, went to shake out the ache in her arm, then cursed in disgust when Susan laced both hands across the back of her neck. Alternating Kneelifts to the ribs followed, Burlingame shifting the angle of her hips with each shot to maximize the amount of thigh-on-tummy contact.



MUY THAI KNEELIFTS:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=2hKh2JaEAKk



Juliet absorbed perhaps half a dozen before she managed to bat Sue’s leg down and straighten up, swatting the other brunette’s arms aside in the process. Her escape offered up the perfect opportunity to connect with one of those famous Chops, instead Jules flicked out her right hand for a Bytch Slap that snapped the Bankable Bombshell’s head to one side. Snatching hold of Sue’s hair before she could stumble out of range, Bloodwind reeled her in and peppered her cheek with several more slaps. “You’re not better than me, Susie.” she hissed in her opponent’s ear. “Get that through your arrogant skuNNNGGHHH!”



Burlingame cut her off with a heavy hook to the ribs, followed by a high kick that landed directly beneath the Arizonan’s breasts. The second blow doubled Bloodwind over, allowing Susannah to grab Juliet’s head in both hands, thus holding her in place for a heavy Kneelift to the forehead. Bloodwind straightened up and stumbled back, hands momentarily dropped to her sides, meaning she was wide open for the second Chest Kick Burlingame clouted across her tits.



BANKABLE COMBO:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=2TL-jbecGW4



A mixed response from those assembled as Jules hit the deck flat on her back: a good portion jeered for the Courtier’s almost casual domination of her rival, while another urged Jules to rise and yet another broke into a short but emphatic ‘RAIN-MA-KER!’ chant. Susan paid attention to none of it, she only made a slight adjustment to her trunks and took a step back. “Get up, Temptress.” Burlingame demanded of the downed brunette. “If you’re going to make me watch reruns the least you can do is fast forward through the commercials for me.”



Juliet caught her breath, rolled to one knee and returned to verticality. Her dark eyes tossed furious sparks, she wanted nothing more than to slap Susan’s mouth bloody, but aggression had earned her nothing thus far so she took a deep breath and raised one to the rafters and curled her fingers. “You want a speedy trip to your knees, Susie? Step right up.”



Sue regarded the other brunette‘s palm, then stepped up and lifted a hand to meet it only to stuff her other hand against Juliet’s cheek and force her away with a furious pie-face! “I said DON’T bore me, Juliet.” Burlingame growled as the Temptress stumbled away checking her bottom lip for blood. “I need you to show me something that proves you’re even worth grinding a second--”



“BYTCH!” Bloodwind threw herself into the breach again, only this time she came swinging fists instead of Chops. There were too many, too fast to simply dodge, so Susan hunkered down behind her defenses, occasionally shifting the guard up or down to absorb the worst of the Arizonan’s rampaging knuckles. On the other side, Bloodwind sensed she wasn’t doing any real damage with the flurry, which did nothing for her increasingly foul temper. Deciding to change tactics before the slippery witch could find an opening, Juliet snatched a double handful of hair and jerked Burlingame into a Kneelift that hit just above her foe’s navel. Jules felt rather than heard the breath leave Susan’s body and it was so pleasant she decided to repeat it a half dozen more times in half as many seconds.



“Yeah, that’s right, get that ass out there.” Bloodwind chided as her last shot doubled Sue over and thrust her bum back at a rather tawdry angle. Ready to dish out some real hurt, she switched over to a Front Facelock, then flattened her free hand into a paddle and CLAPPED Sue’s defenseless glutes. “That’s just the start, Susie.” Jules hooked a handful of waistband and tugged harder than necessary. “I’m gonna spank you raw before the night’s UNNNGGHH!” Susan’s left leg flicked up and over the curve of her own back to drive her heel between the Arizonan’s eyes with a crisp little THWACK!



SCORPION KICK:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=bTEPSAGl6eA



The Scorpion Kick broke Juliet’s concentration and the Front Facelock in a single stroke, allowing the Rainmaker to straighten up and secure a Facelock of her own. Catching hold of Bloodwind’s trunks without so much as a word, Susan dropped her hips and peeled off a quick bridge to THWHUMP her opposition against the canvas with a Snap Suplex. The heiress held onto the Facelock so she could’ve floated over for a cover, but instead she rolled onto her belly and got up with Jules struggling alongside. Once they were vertical she collected the other brunette’s left leg behind the knee, pulled it up high and sent her back down with another Suplex, this one of the Fisherman’s variety. Bridging onto her toes in time with the shiver of impact, Burlingame held her burden high and tight through a count of…



SNAP SUPLEX & FISHERMAN'S SUPLEX:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=5rekpFtUmSs



ONE…

TWO…



The Tempe Temptress SMAPPED her attacker’s belly as hard as she could, breaking the bridge with a full second to spare.



Sue rolled over, slid back and got to her feet in one smooth motion, the former World Champion seemingly nonplussed by Bloodwind’s escape. “So have you decided to start wrestling now?” the Ace asked as Juliet made it to all fours. “Or do I have to endure this tantrum for a while longer?”



Juliet leaned back on her haunches and took a moment to smooth down her braids, the only thing she could think of that didn’t involve pounding a fist against the mat. Once the worst of her frustration passed, she slapped her thighs and sprang to boot-leather. “Tantrum’s the least of your concerns, Susie.” she replied with a levity she didn’t feel. “The welts on your tits however, those could be a real problem.”



Burlingame smirked, raised a hand and let it play over her as of yet unharmed bounty. “Mascara smudges aren’t welts, Jules. Not even that smutty shyt you--”



Juliet finally caught her rival, sweeping Susan into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up so energetic it rocked the Rainmaker back several long paces. Burlingame got her feet planted well away from the corner, but Jules was in no mood to slow her march so she pressed a hand against the other brunette’s mouth and kept right on shoving. Eyes narrowed above the intruding gag of her opponent’s mouth, the former World Champ made a special point of wedging the heel of her palm against Bloodwind’s jaw to force her head back at an awkward angle. It was a tactic that would’ve paid dividends with enough space, alas the buckles were all of six inches away and in another heartbeat she was out of room.



Breaking into a genuine smile for the first time since she’d entered the ring, Juliet tummied up on her rival and carefully moved her other hand to Susan’s chin so she could continue to streeeeeeeeetch her neck back over the top turnbuckle. “Where’s that mouth now, Susie? Huh? Where is it?”



Forced onto tiptoe to relieve even a tiny bit of torque on her strained neck, Burlingame’s only response entailed grabbing hold of the top rope. Castle noted it and tapped Bloodwind on the shoulder. “Ease off, Jules. I want a clean break.”



He’d had a count at the ready, but Juliet surprised him by raising her hands without it. Or hand, rather. The other she trailed along Burlingame’s chest, between her breasts and ultimately down her tummy. She felt Sue tense in anticipation of what she must’ve thought was a Low Blow, but the Beautiful Bloodhawk stepped away without incident. Grateful for the separation, Susan straightened up and CRAAAACK! Juliet clouted the Courtier’s right breast with an Overhand Slap that had the FAWNatics simultaneously cringing and cheering!



Burlingame was devoted solely to the former, the lissome warrior almost bent over double in the wake of the scintillating shot. Smirking down at her, Jules grabbed a handful of hair and bounced a Kneelift off Burlingame’s undefended forehead. The Ace went back on her heels though she stayed free of the corner until Bloodwind stuffed her back in with a two-handed shove a little heavy on the claw for Castle’s taste.



“Hey, get off her top, Jules!” he barked. “What’d I tell you about a clean break?”



“I forget. Weren’t you paying attention?” On that note she curled her fingers into hooks and twisted her wrists in opposite directions.



Sue snarled, stamped a foot and shook her head, but she made no demands of the referee. Instead she grunted, “What… what did I tell you, Nick? Girl can’t handle getting outclassed, so she goes for the cheap AAAAAAWWW SHYT!”



Jules abandoned the claws, twisted her right shoulder toward the other brunette and absolutely LIT INTO her tits with one of those legendary Knife-Edge Chops! “SAY SOMETHING NOW!” Bloodwind bellowed as her opponent gaped in wide-eyed, clench-jawed shock. Burlingame’s silence clearly wasn’t to Juliet’s liking because she nudged the Rainmaker back into place and CRAAAAACKED her across the gurls with a second vicious Chop. “I SAID SAY SOMETHING!”



Susan sucked in a shuddering breath, flipped hair out of her eyes and offered the Arizonan a wounded smirk. “Lily tells me Nyssa does it bett--”



Juliet tore into her with a fury, the buckskin-clad battler laying in a full Baker’s Dozen in perhaps half as many seconds. Susan endured them as best she could, the Ace gripping the top rope like a lifeline until Nick finally started his count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” Juliet sent her last shot a little higher, a great gaudy Bytch Slap that caught Susan across the mouth with enough force to spin her around in a half circle, the former World Champion’s arms dangling limp over the top rope. “Next time I call for a break, you damned well better honor it.” Castle griped as Jules stamped away from the corner. “I didn’t let her take liberties with you, I won’t let you do the same just because you were embarrassed last match.”



Bloodwind stopped in her tracks, gave the official a long, measured look. “Careful Nick. You’re standing on dangerous ground.” A murmur from the crowd drew Jules’s eye back to the buckles, where Susan had rolled back to her earlier position. “May I?” she asked the ref with exaggerated politeness. “Or would you like to check on our little trust fund princess first?”



Castle rolled his eyes and stepped clear. “Don’t play her game, Jules.”



Alas, Bloodwind wasn’t listening. She’d already taken off toward the Courtier at a full gallop. Feeling her earlier frustrations melt away with every step, the Tempe Temptress took to the skies from several feet out and THWHAPPED every ounce of her hundred and twenty-odd pounds into Burlingame’s defenseless frame with a tummy-on-tits Avalanche Splash.



AVALANCHE SPLASH:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vrgybkESEo



Juliet bounced away from the impact and settled into a taunting crouch that dared the heiress to peel her back away from those pitiless buckles. So imagine her delight when Sue’s legs gave out and she dropped to her butt with an audible ‘plop’! The urge to stomp a mudhole in the Ace was so strong Juliet actually put a boot to her chest without even realizing. When she did, she drew away and turned around, stomping across the ring to the opposite corner. Hopping onto the middle rope, she looked out at the FAWNatics and asked, “Anyone wanna see a rich bytch get busted?” They replied with an overwhelming affirmative, so Bloodwind jumped down, twisted around in mid-air and took off back the way she’d came. Susan saw the trouble coming but couldn’t will her traitorous body to any sort of action. Indeed she’d barely moved when Juliet grabbed hold of the bottom rope and launched herself into a gorgeous headstand directly overhead! The sold out crowd leapt to their feet, wanting to get the best angle when Bloodwind pumped her knees and swung down with her legs spread in a sternum-crunching ‘V’ aimed directly at Susan’s “OOOOFFFHHH!”



The Bankable Bombshell whipped her left leg up at the last second, leaving Jules no time to prepare for the gut-churning counter. Regarding the gaping lovely with a poisonous smile, Susan added her other foot to the Arizonan’s belly, then dipped her knees in a deep squat and pushed off with enough strength to send Juliet tumbling to the canvas several feet away.



Rejuvenated by the sight of Bloodwind curled up and clutching at her ribs, Susan grabbed the top rope in both hands and used it to haul herself up with a cocky little flourish that shouldn’t have been possible for someone who’d had their ass kicked for the better part of three minutes. While her body language might’ve spoke absolute arrogance, Burlingame’s eyes were flat, cold and utterly without humor. Despite the swagger in her step, it was clear the Rainmaker wasn’t pleased about her opponent’s show of dominance against the turnbuckles. Closing in from the left as the wounded Temptress made it to all fours, Burlingame folded her right leg up and took hold of the top of her boot. Then she shifted her plant foot ever so slightly and let loose, thus driving her right foot into the back of Bloodwind’s head with a crisp little THWHACK! Juliet crumpled to her stomach and immediately rolled over, one hand massaging her aching skull, the other trying gamely scrabbling against Sue’s shins.



SWITCHBLADE KICK:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nzf1DjC_QQE



“Get up.” the heiress demanded while making no move to scrape her opposition off the deck. “Come on, bytch. If you’re strong enough to swing for the fences when I’m trapped against the ropes, you’re damned well strong enough to soak up a few kicks.”



“Kiss my ass.” Bloodwind spat, apparently unaware she’d pulled the other woman’s right kneepad down in her efforts to find purchase. “And count your blessings I’m not chopping your sloppy tits right NNNGGGGHHH!”



Sue sprang into the air and raised her right foot to waist level like she meant to stomp the ol’ holy hell outta Juliet’s forehead. Instead she landed *just* on the other side of the veteran’s noggin, all the better to flick that foot backward in a derisive little shot to Bloodwind’s cheek.



TRICKY BYTCH:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOt61R-axOY



Jules cried out, tumbled onto her belly and quickly rose to her knees. “You snide slut.” she growled at the Ace. “You’re gonna--” THWUNK! Susan’s right leg whipped up in a gorgeous Rockette impression that grew decidedly uglier the instant she brought the sole of that boot down on the crown of Juliet’s skull. The kick-drunk Arizonan tumbled onto her back in a woozy sprawl that didn’t change much even when Burlingame planted a foot on her chest for the…



AXE KICK:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=6a-3U4UX00w



ONE…

TWO…



Juliet didn’t kick out, she did however swat the encroaching foot clear with a good second to spare. Increasingly irritated by the former World Champ’s dismissive offense, Bloodwind scrambled to all fours and took a second to catch her THWHACK! The respite proved a costly mistake as Susan hit the ropes at a dead run, came back twice as fast and terra firma with a truncated hop that let her drive the sole of her right foot into the side of Juliet’s head!



The Single-Leg Dropkick knocked Bloodwind to her back yet again, but this time Burlingame didn’t allow her any room to breathe. Taking hold of her brunette’s ankles, Sue folded the Temptress’s right shin beneath her left knee to create a rudimentary four. In the same instant she braced her right ankle against the trapped foot and used a handful of hair to haul Jules to a seat. Still not done, she stepped over Bloodwind’s prone form (her tush was essentially flush against the back of her foe’s neck), grabbed hold of her right arm and tugged it away from her torso. Juliet didn’t even have time to protest the acquisition before the Ace twined her left leg around the exposed limb and dropped onto both hands in a sort of elevated push-up position. With her left ankle nocked against the back of Bloodwind’s head, Burlingame puuuuuuuuuushed down with that leg to put unpleasant torque on the other brunette’s neck and ribs with a unique take on the Abdominal Stretch.



GILDED CAGE:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVflb4NW8Fs



“Go ahead and ask her.” Sue teased after perhaps ten seconds. “Ask Princess Bloodynose how it feels to be the first bytch stretched by my new toy.”



“What do you say, Jules? Need me to call it?” Castle decided to stick with a more traditional line of inquiry, much to Sue’s irritation.



Jules couldn’t shake her head without a nasty twinge in her neck, so she shot out her left hand and waggled a finger ‘no, no, no!’ “I’m fine, Nick.” she grunted. “It’ll take a lot more than Susie’s Crossfit Zoomba bullshyt to make me submOOOOWWW BYTCH!”



Once again demonstrating a special talent for making her opponent’s predicaments that much worse, Burlingame reached out with her left hand, grabbed Juliet’s fingers and tried to bend them back to her forearm! Teeth clenched, Bloodwind wrenched her hand free after a few seconds and tried to snatch Sue’s wrist in return but all she got was a taunting slap to the side of the head for her troubles.



“Wasn’t Crossfit or Zoomba that helped me come up with this, Bloodynose. It was long hours watching tape and a shyt ton more in the gym. That’s the difference between us, cupcake. You celebrate a win with bottomless margaritas and a few table dances. Me? I celebrate a win by figuring out ways to make a bytch submit even fast--”



Juliet curled her right arm around the heiress’s encroaching thigh and dug her nails into the dense, coppery meat. “Break the hold, rich girl.” she demanded. “Or I’ll claw until blood NGH!”



Sue smacked her across the back of the head, earning an energetic, albeit mixed response from the FAWNatics. “You think the prospect of blood scares me? I’ve never been afraid to leave blood, sweat, tears, EVERYTHING in this ring, Bloodwind! That’s why I’m a two time World Champion and you’re Shea’s most forgettable sidekick!”



“F*CK YOU!” Juliet barked as she continued to worry and gouge at her opponent’s leg. “Flaunt all the titles you want, you’re still a miserable piece of shyEEERRRRGGGHHH!”



Susan reached down, grabbed hold of the Temptress’s right breast and squeezed until she keened in rage and anguish. “What bothers you more, Juliet?” the Rainmaker purred. “That I’m a miserable piece of shyt? Or that I’m a miserable piece of shyt that’s so obviously better than you?”



Burlingame really wanted to wait for an answer, alas the cramp in her left leg was growing with every second, as was the twinge in her right arm from supporting all her weight. To that end she suddenly pulled her left leg out from behind Juliet’s neck and jabbed a short kick into the side of her head! The leggy knot finally gave way, leaving Jules to roll one way while Susan slid in the other. Twisting to a seat with her back against the ropes, Burlingame massaged the burn from her thigh and flexed her tingling arm until most of the quivering faded away.



Elsewhere, Juliet sat up and cradled the back of her neck with one hand while she kept the other pressed to her burning ribs. Meeting the Arizonan’s hate congested glare with a carefree smile, Susan got to her feet and leaned back against the rubber-coated steel. “Looking a little ragged around the edges, Jules. Wanna take a breather to see if Nyssa will tag in for ya? Don’t have to worry about me sitting on HER face. Lily says she’s tuff enough for the both of you.”



Jules slammed a fist against the mat, knew it looked petulant and didn’t give a damn. Getting to her feet with a groan she didn’t much like, the FAWN original swept a wrist across her forehead. “You’ve been toying with me all night, Susan.” she rasped. “It stops now or--”



“You don’t worry me enough for threats to carry any weight.” Burlingame interrupted with a casualness that made Jules want to scream. “You want me to stop toying with you, Bloodynose? Show me you’re something more than a--”



‘Toy’ never got out of her mouth because the Tempe Temptress crossed the ring in a single bound, her fists coming at the Ace’s head so fast Susan had to turtle behind a hasty guard. The defense was solid, but Bloodwind wasn’t having it. A few seconds in she grabbed a double handful of Sue’s hair and wrenched her head back n’ forth like she meant to pull it from her shoulders! On top of that she drove her right knee into Burlingame’s abs over and over again, Juliet pouring all her anger and frustration into the heavy ‘PWAK-PWAK-PWAK!’ of thigh on tummy.



Never losing track of her position in the ring despite the heavy shelling, Burlingame grabbed hold of Juliet’s wrists to mitigate the worst of the hair pulling and pivoted a hip into the other brunette to deflect more Kneelifts. Last but certainly not least, she hooked one foot over the bottom strand and barked, “Ropes, Castle! Get this cheap shot artist offa me!”



Incensed by the tone of her opponent’s voice, Bloodwind abandoned the hair hold and wrapped both hands around Susan’s throat instead. “Say it again.” she hissed into the Courtier’s suddenly bulging eyes. “Go on you pampered little slut, say one more time, I f*cking dare--” the ‘FOUR!’ on Nick’s count proved a most unwelcome interruption, though the Beautiful Bloodhawk did relinquish the Stranglehold in time to avoid a disqualification.



“Back off, Jules!” Castle ordered when the veteran showed no interest in creating space on her own. “I mean it! Take a lap, clear your head! There’s not room in there for you and Susan both!”



Juliet sighed, raised both hands to shoulder level. “All right, I’m going! I’m going!”



CRAAAAAACK!



The promise was still on Bloodwind’s lips when she delivered a scintillating Knife-Edge Chop across the center of Susan’s neck! Burlingame gagged and doubled over, her head practically on a silver platter for the rampaging veteran. Jules would’ve helped herself to it, had a hand in the bytch’s hair in fact, so perhaps you can understand her frustration when Nick wrapped an arm around her waist and bodied her to the opposite side of the ring!



“WHAT THE HELL, NICK!” she roared as the Ace slipped from her clutches. “THE F*CK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”



“Trying to get you back to yourself, dammit!” the official answered once he’d extricated himself from the furious battler. “You’ve ignored my orders all night, Juliet. You’re angry and it’s made you sloppy. Worse, it’s made you stupid. So I’m telling you, no, I’m ORDERING YOU to catch your goddamned breath. Because Chopping a girl in the throat like that? Not cool.”



“Don’t bother, Nick.”



Bloodwind and Castle both looked to the opposite side, where Susan had retreated to the apron to deal with the aftermath of the attempted Knife-Edge tracheotomy. Gripping the top rope in one hand so she could massage her neck with the other, Burlingame added, “Bytch won’t listen. She never does. Why do you think she’s been kicked to the curb by so many tag team par--”



“YOU LYING WHORE!” The Tempe Temptress juked around Castle and crossed the squared circle no more than four long strides. Honed in on the vulnerable expanse of her rival’s midsection, Bloodwind went low and launched off her back foot with a Spear meant to cut Sue in half long before her remains hit the floor. Alas the Rainmaker spun aside at the last second, leaving Juliet to stop half in / half out of the ring when her tummy ‘twanged’ against the second strand. She occupied this rather awkward position for no less than a second or two, yet it still proved more than enough time for Sue to THWHAP a heavy kick across her opponent’s tits.



Bloodwind pulled away from the ropes but didn’t go far, which proved a poor decision when Burlingame climbed to the second rope and reached over for a Front Facelock. Drawing the other brunette in close, Sue put her free hand on Juliet’s left shoulder, then bent her knees and launched herself up so high the toes of her boots were pointed at the rafters. From there it was nothing more than pivot ‘n swing, the Bankable Bombshell twisting around in a half circle to land on her butt while poor Juliet was SPIKED headfirst into the canvas courtesy of the Trust FunDDT. The Arizonan bounced up to a woozy seat only for Susan to grab a shoulder and drag her right back down. Spinning into a snug Lateral Press, the Ace didn’t bother to hook a leg, she simply pressed one forearm against Bloodwind’s jaw and grrrrrroooooooound back n’ forth while Nick counted…



TRUST FUNDDT @ 1:38

www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9dfwlnfvj4



ONE…

TWO…

THRNOOOOOOOO!



Bloodwind jerked a shoulder off the mat to keep the match alive, but didn’t actually get her face away from Sue’s encroaching forearm until she rolled onto her belly. “Watch it with the antagonism, ok Sue?” Nick pleaded when he saw the Courtier rise with a vicious glee in her dark eyes. “I think you’ve proved your point.”



Burlingame snorted, turned her back on the prone battler and planted her left heel between Juliet’s stems. With the buckskin-clad beauty in no position to thwart her, Sue grabbed Bloodwind’s left ankle and folded it over in front of her planted leg to create the Figure Four. Of course that wasn’t nearly enough to keep it in place, so she helped herself to Juliet’s right foot and deftly tucked that ankle into the pit of her knee. Satisfied her opposition wasn’t going anywhere without her permission, Susan made a few minor adjustments to her togs before she turned her attention.



“You’re right, Nick. I made my point. Hell, I made it back at Thrills, Chills and Spills. Far as I’m concerned, the issue was settled. But then this bytch,” she leaned over and SMACKED Bloodwind’s vulnerable rump, “had to go and whine about a rematch. So NOW…” the former World Champion shifted her footing so she could plant her right heel against the back of Juliet’s skull. “…I don’t stop until little Princess Bloodynose says I’ve proved my point. How’s that sound to you, Princess?” she punctuated the question by grrrrrrrrinding the sole of her boot against Bloodwind’s thrashing noggin.



DEATHLOCK HEAD GRIND:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwf0EyA1riI



Hands scrabbling at the mat as she tried to get out from under the heiress’s goddamned boot heel, Juliet growled, “It sounds like you’re the biggest cunt in all of FAWNNEEERRRRRGGGHH!”



Sue jostled her plant foot a little harder in response to the sass. “That really the tactic you want to take when I could smear your fugly face all over this canvas? F*ck, at least Shea would try to fight out. You’re just going to wriggle and scream until I get bored, aren’t you?”



“F*CK OFF!” Bloodwind answered in a near hysterical shriek she couldn’t stand. “YOU STARTED THIS, BURLINGAME! I’LL BE THE ONE TO FINISH ERRRRRHHH HAIR! HAIR, NICK!”



Cruel and flexible in equal measures, the Black Court’s Ace crouched down, wrapped Juliet’s braids around her fists and wrenched her head back at a hellacious angle. “I didn’t start anything, honey. I made an observation. You took exception to it. We had a match. I won. You lost.” Her analysis of the situation might’ve continued if not for Castle’s warning. Releasing the hair holds without complaint, she shifted her plant foot from the back of Bloodwind’s skull to the canvas directly to her left.



Free of that hateful pressure, Jules turned her head to right and sucked in several shallow breaths. “Yuuuuhhhh… you called me complacent.” she rasped. “Questioned everything I’ve done.”



Sue sighed, looked down at the trapped grappler with a look of vague contempt that cost Bloodwind her flat screen when she saw it later. “And what HAVE you done, Jules? For every victory there’s twice as many losses. For every championship there’s half a dozen face sits, pony rides and contracts held hostage.” Juliet opened her mouth to respond only for the heiress to swat her cheek. “I wasn’t done talking.” Moving her left foot so she was stepping on the other brunette’s left braid, Sue wrapped the right braid around her fist and started to puuuuuuuuuull. “In the end, you’re nothing but Shea’s old partner and Nyssa’s big sister. You’re Garfunkle, Oates and Janetty all rolled up into one marginally hot package. You’re good, Jules. But good isn’t enough to hang with me. Never has been. Never will be.” She finished her assessment as Nick reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count, so Burlingame released her prey’s hair, stood up and disengaged from the Deathlock like she hadn’t been in control of Bloodwind’s legs for the minute or so.



Juliet rolled to one knee immediately, the Tempe Temptress cringing as she tried to massage the worst of the aches from her insulted legs. “Take your time getting up.” Susan said over one shoulder as she strode toward the hard camera. “It’d be embarrassing for both of us if your knees buckled the next time we locked up.”



Bloodwind looked up, her eyes narrowed to dark slots. “I’m sorry.” she said as pleasantly as possible under the circumstances. “Am I boring you?”



The Rainmaker turned around, set her elbows against the top rope and settled in with the air of someone waiting for a late bus. “A pay-per-view bonus is a pay-per-view bonus.” Susannah answered without actually looking at the Arizonan. “They don’t pay extra for how much… or how little… I sweat.”



Jules, who’d felt unpleasantly clammy for the last several minutes, clambered to full verticality and said, “Ready when you are.” Burlingame still didn’t look her way, she seemed inordinately fascinated with a Honey Harris sign in the fourth row. “You sure? Leg cramps are nothing to mess wi--”



“Look at me when I’m talking to you, bytch.” Jules demanded. Sue’s head slowly turned in her opponent’s direction and though she met Bloodwind’s gaze, she didn’t say a word. Seeing as she finally had the Courtier’s attention, Juliet went on. “You can run your mouth all you want. Taunt me. Insult me. Disrespect me. You can do your worst, I’ve heard it all before. But Susan, don’t you EVER dismiss me. Doesn’t matter if you’ve broken every bone in my body and I’m coming at you on all fours. Don’t even think about taking your eyes off me until that bell has rang again. Do I make myself clear?”



Burlingame put a hand on her stomach, drew it up and carefully inspected her fingertips. “This is usually the part where I’d flick sweat in your face.” she said mildly. “But as you can see… bone--”



The Beautiful Bloodhawk came for her nemesis so Susan stepped out to greet her, yet instead of a much anticipated clinch, Juliet went low and wrapped her arms around the other woman’s knees. Dumping the Ace to her back with a single swift tug, Bloodwind somersaulted over her surprised adversary to come down with the full weight of her back pressed atop Sue’s chest in a Jackknife good for…



ONE…



Burlingame powered her way out almost immediately, scrambled to her feet and grabbed for the veteran again only for Jules to catch her in a Front Facelock. Just like that the braided battler hooked Sue’s left leg behind the knee and threaded her right calf in against the Courtier’s right calf. Then she dropped down and rolled backward, effectively stacking Susan on her shoulders for the…



ONE….

TWO…



Another escape and another quick recovery, albeit one that put her half a heartbeat behind her opponent. This didn’t seem to bother Burlingame in the slightest as she immediately set her feet and lashed out with spiteful Knife-Edge Chop! Bloodwind soaked it up, shook it off and CRAAACKED Sue’s mouth with a scathing Bytch Slap! “THAT ALL YOU GOT, RICH GIRL?!” It most certainly was not, as Burlingame illustrated when she loaded up a second Chop that-- Jules dipped the strike, spun around so they were back to back and neatly hooked her arms around Burlingame’s biceps. Then she dropped to her knees, leaned forward and pushed up on her toes with the hopes of keeping Sue’s shoulders glued to the canvas through…



ONE…

TWO…

THRNOOOO!



The Bloodhawk Nation groaned their displeasure as Susan twisted loose with a half second to spare! Seemingly increasing the pace with every pin and escape, Burlingame and Bloodwind pounced on one anoth-NO! Jules twisted around, caught Sue in a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out flat on her back to THAWHAM the Bankable Bombshell flat on her face with a picture perfect Ace Crusher! Bulling her way into a Crossbody the instant Burlingame tumbled to her back, Juliet hooked the far leg and nodded along with the fans roaring…



ACE CRUSHER:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1DouPkptC0



ONE…

TWO…

THRENOOOOOOOO!



Susan escaped with a whisper to spare and perhaps even less, as the Tempe Temptress immediately filled her hands with dark hair and hauled her to boot leather. Wrenching Sue’s head back at a sharp angle, Bloodwind stuffed it under her left armpit, then grabbed a handful of trunks to make sure the Ace wasn’t going anywhere. Unable to keep the smile off her face as she worked the Inverted Facelock, Jules muttered, “Sweat this, you arrogant piece of shyt.” She threw her legs back and dropped to her belly to THWHUMP the back of Susan’s skull into the deck courtesy a Reverse DDT.



REVERSE DDT:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=MS6CrVzLPyI



The fans screamed for a cover, but Bloodwind never made the effort. Instead she bounced to her feet and headed for the nearest corner, making certain to plant a boot in Sue’s midriff as she did so. Reaching her goal at a dead run, the former Intercontinental Champ hopped to the top floor in a single bound, then dropped into a deep crouch and launched herself out into the void in a gorgeous Bloodhawk Dive that brought her crashing down full force atop Burlingame’s upraised knees!



The collective groan that swept through the Orpheum might’ve overwhelmed the sound of Bloodwind’s own explosive exhalation, unfortunately the massed disappointment only spurred Sue, who stormed to boot-leather and filled her hands with the Arizonan’s braids. Peeling Jules off the mat with the most urgency she’d shown all night, the heiress forced Bloodwind’s head between her thighs, then cinched both arms around her waist and hoisted her upside down for THWHONK! The Ace sat out almost as soon as she started lifting, the Snap Piledriver just drilling her opponent’s noggin into the thinly-sheathed deck.



SNAP PILEDRIVER:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=6obOt9Q9PeE



Spinning to one knee even as the buckskin-clad battler sprawled out in an insensate starfish, Susan took a moment to rake a hand through her hair before once again laying claim to Bloodwind’s braids. “Where the hell was that fire earlier?” Burlingame muttered after she’d hauled Jules up and secured a Front Facelock.



No response from Bloodwind which was fine with the Rainmaker as she was currently preoccupied with marching the both of them over to the nearest corner. Upon reaching her destination Susan climbed into a seat on the top turnbuckle and began cranking on the Facelock until Jules was forced to climb to the second rope to alleviate the worst of the pressure. Setting her own feet on the second strand, Burlingame stood up, then rolled her eyes when the crowd started to jeer. “Oh yeah, I wouldn’t dare, right? Wrong again, nerds.”



The Ace pushed off and twisted around in a sinuous half circle that tore both brunettes free of their moorings. But where Sue landed on her back in relative comfort, Juliet was PLANTED on the crown of her skull and sent tumbling halfway across the ring as the latest victim of the Avalanche Tornado DDT her sister called the Long Walk. The FAWNatics poured their hearts out to the flattened veteran as Burlingame knee walked over, the thousands in attendance and the millions watching at home hoping against hope that they might imbue Juliet with enough energy get free of--



LONG WALK:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=y23xaXCnElo



Sue dashed those hopes (and earned some cheers of her own) when she swung one leg over the Temptress’s head and settled those domineering cheeks down on her forehead. Hooking Bloodwind behind the knees more on ceremony than anything else, Burlingame pointed her prey’s backside toward the rafters through…



ONE…

TWO…

THREE!



Susan released Juliet’s legs in time with the clang of the bell so she had both arms free for a jaunty victory pose when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”



Castle approached, offered his hand, but the heiress waved him off. “No thanks, Nick. Susan lowered her hands for a possessive pat of Jules’s gulping belly. “I gave this girl an out back in January and she didn’t take it. Since subtlety and mercy didn’t work,” Burlingame pressed down on her foe’s midsection and slooooooooowly swept her crotch down the other brunette’s face, “it’s time she understands what it means to lose to the best goddamned wrestler on the planet.”



Nick was professional enough not to cringe, but something in his expression must’ve registered with the Rainmaker.



“You disapprove?” she without interrupting her slow grind.



“You kicked her ass tonight, Sue.” he said quietly. “This is just… the loss was embarrassment enough.”



The smile left Susan’s face and when she answered her tone was deadly serious. “No, Nick, it’s not. Was I wrong to pull her punk card after I got beat by Slade? Maybe. But we wrestled, I won and let it drop… after a little ride.” she waggled her hips for emphasis. “Then she comes out tonight acting like I’M the fluke? I don’t like disrespect Castle, but I’ll tolerate it from a bytch if she can actually beat me.” The Ace reached down, cupped Bloodwind’s center and squeezed ‘til her knuckles showed white. “Did Juliet beat me, Nick?” The ref shook his head. “Then take a lap if you need to, I won’t draw this out. Loser’s not worth it.”



Nick sighed and retreated to the nearest corner so Burlingame could carry out her ritual. Contrary to what she told the zebra, Sue drew it out a bit, although not as long as she could have. Still, the next couple minutes seemed endless to both combatants, as the victor used the terrain of her opponent’s defenseless features to bring herself to the edge over and over again until finally the former World Champion threw back her head and let out a trembling moan that was utterly lost in the roars of the FAWNatics. Hands on her knees as the last of the tension drained away, Susan thanked her snuffling throne with a stereo nipple tweak, then got up and winked to Castle as she made her way out of the ring and up the ramp.



She was almost to the stage when a ragged, furious voice called, “SUSAN!” Burlingame stopped, looked over one shoulder and couldn’t keep from rolling her eyes when she spied Juliet Bloodwind sprawled in the ropes, a towel in one hand and a mic in the other. Seeing she had the Rainmaker’s attention, Jules huffed, “We’re not finished yet, bytch.”



Sue raised a finger, stepped through curtain and reappeared a moment later with a mic of her own. “Here’s the thing, Bloodynose.” she noted. “You can growl whatever you want as loud as you want for as long as you want. But that flush on your face? And that glaze on your chin? THAT says we’re done. Now I’m not gonna lie, beating your ass these past couple months has been fun, but it’s like playing on Easy Mode. And while that might be good for pay-per-view bonuses, it’s not so good for getting back in World Title contention. So yeah, we’re d--”



“I can beat you.” Juliet interrupted. “I WILL beat you. Not just once. Not even twice. Three times, Suzie. I’m gonna kick your ass the next three times we meet.”



Burlingame looked genuinely surprised. “Who is your buyer and can you hook me up? Are you kidding me? Lemme list some names for you. Olivia Dare. Autumn Sammain. Portia VanBuren. Rachel Raker. Maggie Connor. Lisa Dream. Even Sydney f*cking Deschain. Some of the best wrestlers in the world. They’ve all beaten me at one point. Some have even done it twice. But NONE of them, NO ONE, has ever hung three straight losses on me. And you, the washed-up, COMPLACENT bytch standing there with her face smelling like the crotch of my trunks, is gonna do what they never could?”



“Goddamned right I am.” the Temptress said. “Three losses right after the other and when I’m done you’re the one who’s gonna--”



“What if I refuse?” Burlingame barked. “I just blanked you in a best of three, why the hell should I waste more energy proving the same point over and over again?”



Juliet thought it over for quite some time before she answered. “Because if you can beat me at Spring Break, I’ll stand in the middle of this ring, raise a mic to my lips and tell the whole world that you’re the better woman… IF you can beat me again. Truthfully? I don’t think you can.”



Susan regarded her with a sort of horrified fascination, as if Bloodwind was tiptoeing atop the handrail of a massive skyscraper. Eventually she said, “First off, Spring Break isn’t nearly enough time for you to get your affairs in order. Check back with me before Mayhem and we’ll talk. Second, this is your last coin, Juliet. If you play it and it doesn’t come up jackpot… there’s no comin’ back from that, girl. Wipe your face and tell me you’re ready for that.”



Jules’s smile faded, but the determination in her eyes only got stronger. “I’m ready. Are you?”



Susan smirked. “Game on, Bloodynose.” she tossed the mic aside with an arrogant little flip, then spun around and vanished through the curtain, leaving Juliet Bloodwind to several thousand FAWNatics and one very bold claim.