Post by hawkeye on Jul 12, 2019 1:03:12 GMT
Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’ erupts from the speakers, the unmistakable sound of Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tearing through the air.
Beautiful Girls (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ )
No longer JUST the song for one of the GOATs of the organization, three-time World Champion Chrissy Daniel, it now represented the curvy Gene Z stepping out to center stage, no Killer Imp in sight. Already having run Kylie Sanders ragged in a war where she had come up just short, the increasingly infamous Brat is showing all kinds of confidence, even with her mentor missing.
KAT BRADDOCK
The blonde fireplug gives the crowd a shake of her head, clearly finding the jeering crowd distasteful. For their part, with Kylie as a foil, Kat Braddock has a lot less support from the FAWNatics and she doesn’t seem to mind in the least.
With a unique combination of a young Kylie’s features and a young Chrissy’s body, the California Quake strides down the ramp, casting an occasional glance from side to side, sneering at the mob, who makes their presence increasingly known loudly and clearly.
The busty blonde youngster reaches the ring in her remarkably well-knit, green crocheted bikini. She sports green pads and black ankle boots to complete the wardrobe.
Dawdling at the bottom of the ring steps, Kat demands a microphone and a FAWN flunky quickly obliges. The cushy blonde climbs the steel and slips through the cables, crow hopping to the middle of the ring. She takes a slow look around the entire confines before ending pointed at the hard cam, grin blossoming.
As Van Halen fades, the rookie draws the amplifier to her parted lips, crowd buzzing.
“Time to shut the hell up, a star is talking,” Kat demands.
The assembled aren’t inclined to respond nicely and they up their volume along with their anger at the arrogant, big-league tyro.
“You may wonder why Chrissy isn’t here tonight. It’s simple. There’s only so much of YOU PEOPLE she can take. And I wasn’t scheduled for a match so she took off to a beautiful state, CALI BYTCHES!”
The Orlando natives again let the Brat know she’s living up to her moniker.
“But I’m not satisfied twiddling my thumbs backstage like so many of these lazy chicks I see who hang around catering, playing cards, cashing their checks like welfare queens. And I know YOU PEOPLE may not be familiar with this one group but damn. They’re on a permanent siesta.’
“Muy Caliente? I don’t care which one of you south of the border slackers wants to come out here and get your ass kicked, but I want you to show more guts than when Gabby kicked Garcia all around that pit. Soledad. Soshana. Sofia. You girls have the S’s covered but wouldn’t know a W if it came up and bit you in the burrito.”
The crowd doesn’t appreciate the brazen brashness of the Brat but time continues to tick without a response and Kat’s getting more brash, moving to the corner nearest the entrance and climbing.
“I know why you’re scared,” she shouts. “Hell, Kylie Sanders didn’t want any more of me when we were done. And maybe you’re not as estupido as I thought. Aw. Who am I kidding? You’re all just latter day stand-ins for Holly Hotbody getting her ass kicked by Chrissy. Latinas just don’t know how to do it and the NEVER will!”
From nowhere, Shakira’s ‘La Tortura’ blasts through the speakers and racing at full speed toward the ring is an enraged Sofia Garcia, the Cuban firecracker speeding toward the ring, the sight prompting Kat to drop to the canvas and settle into a backpedal to the far corner.
La Tortura (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dsp_8Lm1eSk )
SOFIA GARCIA
The blonde from Newport Beach quickly cedes the confines to the furious Latina, Sofia bouncing around the now empty ring, demanding both Braddock and a referee join her immediately.
Al Carpenter has apparently been given the word to go with the flow from backstage. He slides in, rises and calls for the bell, instantly starting to count a suddenly timid Braddock out.
“Now wait a second, putz,” Kat shouts at the zebra. “I say when the match starts.”
Al shakes his head.
“You can decide when it ends if you don’t get your caboose in here.”
Braddock scrunches her nose in anger, slapping the apron with both hands.
“OK. Damn it. Get her back!”
Carpenter intercedes, escorting Sofia, who’s in a two-piece neon violet number that helps keep the sensory volume on overload with Garcia, the white-hot Cuban waving her hands to get the crowd behind her and succeeding as Kat gingerly slips in under the bottom rope and pushes to her feet.
Braddock starts to circle and Muy Caliente’s unofficial baptism in the ring is under way, Garcia slowly closing the distance and throwing her tawny frame into the alabaster of Braddock, both women vertically challenged but ready for a hell of a fight.
And Garcia is the first to strike paydirt, pivoting out of a collar-and-elbow to blast a knee into Kat’s spongy breadbasket. Breath bursts from Braddock’s lips, a huge exhale resulting from being impaled by the point of the Latina’s leg. With the Brat bent at the waist, Sofia follows with another knee, this one lifted into the lowered forehead of the Cali girl, Braddock’s noggin snapping back. Kat’s arms pinwheel as she fights to keep her feet under her. But a wicked backhand chop from Sofia to Kat’s chest brings an end to that effort, the back of the blonde’s cranium banging against the canvas.
Instantly, the raging Cuban leaps into the nearby middle ropes and springboards out with legs extended. The tawny stems drop across the splayed Kat, one falling across her ample bosom, the other across her throat. Kat shudders from the blow, Braddock grasping at her neck, her windpipe having been compressed by her furious foe.
Garcia kips to her feet and pumps a fist at the crowd, the FAWNatics responding with a roar, the faithful enjoying Muy Caliente enjoying the early edge. Sofia latches onto a wrist and shoulder of Kat’s left arm and rips the dazed blonde to her feet. She starts to heave Kat toward the ropes, but the California Quake reverses and it’s Garcia sprinting to the cables.
As Sofia rebounds, Kat’s able to pivot and pluck the returning Cuban off the deck on her hip. Braddock spins the Latina atop her right shoulder, but before the Brat can plant her foe into the deck, Sofia’s able to force through a half-turn, ending with a front facelock on the opposite side of Kat’s curvy frame. Garcia doesn’t fail to take advantage, laying out and SPIKING Braddock’s braincase into the thinly-sheathed plywood with her Satellite DDT.
Satellite DDT (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xTskSO1uiiI ) @2:40
The shellshocked fireplug flops to her back beside the excited Sofia. Garcia shouts out “ANDELE!” and dives atop the splayed Brat, hooking a leg. Carpenter in turn drops to all fours and slaps the canvas for the…
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Kat kicks free, rolling to her side, dark eyes wide but cloudy, clearly not ready for the onslaught she’s invited.
“TRES!” Sofia shouts at Al plaintively. But when the man holds two fingers aloft, Garcia is back to work, yanking the stunned Brat to her feet. The curvy Kat wavers and wobbles, Sofia standing in front of her, picking the blonde’s next poison.
She sends a toe kick toward the soft, tanned tummy of the fireplug, but Katrina has the senses remaining to catch the effort before it guts her. Braddock lifts the captured leg higher but before she can garner full control, Sofia vaults off her still planted stem and swings the boot up into Kat’s temple, crunching the Quake with a perfectly-placed enziguri.
Braddock pirouettes through the blasting impact, ending on one knee, head drooping, golden hair like a veil over her hidden features. Again, the Cuban is barely down before she’s up once more. Garcia races to the ropes at Kat’s side and u-turns toward her target. She leaps to the lowered gringa and CRASHES a knee into the same side of the Cali girl’s skull with a Shining Wizard.
Shining Wizard (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iiHreVqEhsY )
Kat’s left in a stupefied spreadeagle after the impact, Braddock learning an important lesson about calling out Latina Heat. Sofia flattens her tawny frame across Kat, pressing tight to her foe, hooking the far leg for insurance and the…
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Again the Brat escapes, shoving a shoulder up and slopping onto her side, Chrissy’s protégé trying to blink her senses back into place.
Kat rolls to a seated position and starts scooting on her butt cheeks toward the corner behind. Her plaintive palms are pressed out in front of her, begging off any more from the fiery Cuban.
Sofia reaches for a wrist and Kat shoots out a defensive kick to keep her foe away. But Garcia snatches the leg instead. Both hands wrapping around the ankle, Sofia drags a squirming Kat to the middle. Once there, she lifts the abbreviated stem high and plants kick after kick into the Braddock’s hammy. Katrina yelps in pain after the first few and the crowd counts along until the Cuban reaches a full ten-spot of boots to the bum before releasing.
Turning to her chest, Kat pushes to hands and knees and scrambles to the ring’s edge, diving out under the bottom rope, perhaps having learned her lesson, if only for tonight, not to mess with the honor of Muy Caliente.
Kat falls back to the steel barricade behind her and glances up at the ring above, Sofia hanging over the top cable, demanding the blonde return to continue the ass-whipping. But Braddock raises a middle finger instead.
“I’ll get in there when I’m damn good and ready,” Kat informs.
Garcia decides she’s ready to make Katrina ready. The Cuban drops to the canvas and slides out. She chases the vertically-challenged, golden-maned fireplug around the corner where Kat slides into the squared circle and quickly clambers to vertical, in time to turn and put the boots to a re-entering Garcia.
The Brat stomps away on the lovely Latina, but slowly and surely the fire in her blood powers Sofia through the storm and she reaches vertical. Kat throws a right cross toward Garcia’s jaw but Sofia blocks. The Cuban returns fire and THUMPS a volley into the flawless features of the Cali girl, rocking Kat. But Braddock isn’t denied her response. Only the flashing forearm of Garcia successfully parries again and Sofia craaacks another heavy right home after, Braddock dropping to one knee from the impact before bouncing up and EATING another that sends Kat backpedaling into the ropes behind her.
The Brat uses the spring in the strands to charge the unrelenting Latina, but Garcia is ready with a clothesline. Braddock is able to dip beneath and continue her trek to the next set of ropes, again rebounding and, as Sofia turns, she is PLOWED UNDER by a brutal spear from a diving Braddock, Sofia’s body folding around Kat’s shoulder before being driven into the canvas, some of the FAWNatics likely expecting to see a Garcia-shaped divot in the deck after the collision.
Having been dominated up to that point, Kat can do little but absently lie atop the splattered Sofia in a full body but loose pin, so it’s little surprise when Braddock gets the…
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But Garcia shoves the flaxen-haired fireplug off before the third slap.
Both women are in recovery mode, Garcia gasping in great lungfuls of air, swaddling her golden-brown tummy with both arms, while the Cali beach warrior shakes out the cobwebs and pushes unsteadily to her feet.
Dipping and grasping her foe with claws into either trapezius, Chrissy’s protégé hauls Garcia to her feet and bullies the Latina into a corner. Lowering a shoulder while grabbing the middle rope on either side, Kat continues to bruise the belly of the Cuban, driving into the abdomen of her foe three more times, leaving the Latina folded deep between the middle and top turnbuckles.
Braddock backs out and shows off her right bicep, leaning it into her lips and giving it a smooch. She turns to the nearest lens, the Brat always looking for a podium.
“California girls…we’re undeniable!”
With Garcia extricating herself, Kat returns her attention to the spicy Cuban, leaping into a forearm smash to Sofia’s jaw, sending Garcia flopping back into the buckles she’d barely stepped out from. With the tawny brunette literally cornered, Braddock goes catty, serving up a series of windmilling overhand slaps to Sofia’s bosom, the cracks of palm to chest echoing, Garcia’s features twisting in pain as her cleavage get rosier by the second, her gurls scalded by Chrissy’s protégé.
Finishing with a flourish, the beaming blonde blows on her hands to ‘cool’ em down then uses them to grab the reeling Latina by a shoulder and wrist and heave her past, Garcia stumbling to center stage. The Cuban turns to bring the rampaging blonde back into view and Kat’s already racing toward her foe, dipping a shoulder for a spear redux. But as she closes in on gutting Garcia once more, Sofia times a raised knee to perfection, snapping it into the lowered chin of her foe.
Kat’s head snaps back and she’s on her heels, arms pinwheeling. Payback on the mind of the Muy Caliente member, Sofia drives a stiff boot into the spongy tanned midriff of the stocky Cali girl. Sofia captures the dipped blonde’s braincase in a front facelock, slips her head under a limp arm of Braddock and grabs a handful of Kat’s bikini off her foe’s hip. Showing off her strength, Garcia launches the vertically-challenged fireplug, holding the overturned blonde at high noon and walking her toward the ropes.
Sofia drops Kat’s shins across the top cable and uses the rubber-coated steel to springboard Braddock up and over for a supercharged suplex, the Brat’s backbone SLAMMING down on the canvas. Kat’s body arches in pain, a hand reaching for her lower spine.
Cursing under her breath, Braddock struggles to her feet, but the spicy Cuban’s long since been there after kipping to her boot soles and Braddock EATS a perfectly placed dropkick to the jaw, levelling Chrissy’s chosen one.
Instantly, Garcia’s on her feet again, the Latina continuing to turn up the heat to broil on the arrogant Brat. She gets to Braddock just as her foe’s reaching vertical, leaping with legs extended toward the curvy compact blonde. Garcia’s stems clamp around the noggin of the blonde and Sofia sends the dazed Kat flipping through the air with a hurricarana.
A wide-eyed Katrina lands heavy on the deck and skids out under the bottom rope, ending on boot leather but barely able to remain there as she staggers in a backpedal to the steel barricade behind her. She sags into the barrier, arms draped over the top and fashions a ‘T’ from her hands. Unfortunately for the Quake, Garcia well knows there’s no time outs in FAWN.
Racing from the opposite side of the squared circle, Sofia zooms between the top and middle ropes, launching herself like a Cuban missile into Braddock, RAMMING the short stocky blonde back into the metal from which she’d just pushed away. The CLANG of spine against steel speaks in the anguished squint of the Quake’s eyes, a hand reaching again to her savaged spinal column. Sophia tugs her fellow rookie into a tight side headlock.
“Gringa. You aren’t dealing with no grandma from Iowa anymore,” Garcia informs.
“MUY CALIENTE!” the Cuban shouts, raising her free arm as she races Kat to the ring’s edge and heaves her back inside under the bottom cable.
Instead of following the battered Brat, Sofia hops to the apron and climbs the nearest corner from the outside, ending in a crouch atop the buckles. There she lays in wait for the blasted blonde to slowly struggle to her feet. The pouty-lipped puta wobbles in a wide arc until she’s pointing toward the elevated firecracker.
The Cuban leaps from her perch, her knees landing flush into Katrina’s shoulders. The force knocks Braddock’s feet out from under her and Garcia rides her foe to the ground, the back of Kat’s skull bouncing hard off the deck. Sofia ends with her folded legs bracketing the full features of her fellow rookie. The Latina pushes her knees together, making a fishface out of Braddock’s mug.
“You learning beachy brat?” Sofia shouts down into the glassy eyes of the blonde. “We’re going to outwork you, outthink you, and girl we’re going to beat you.”
Sofia lays the lumber, pounding away with her fists Thesz style to the forehead of Braddock, setting in a full ten-spot to the Cali girl’s crown before relenting. The feisty Latina moves to a lateral press on the dazed Braddock, hooking Kat’s far leg for the…
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Braddock kicks out of the pinning predicament, flopping to her chest and pushing up to all fours, the curvy compact Quake looking lost.
Sofia’s not about to let her fire subside. She’s quickly on her feet next to the Brat. Using Kat’s back as a stepping stone, Garcia leaps off the platform and into a perfect senton, landing flush across the already aching vertebrae of Chrissy’s protégé. Kat is flattened, sandwiched under the raging Latina, chest smushed against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
It takes but the blink of an eye before, a pivoting Sofia has a fierce crossface grip on the Cali girl, wrenching her foe’s neck, demanding the gringa surrender.
Carpenter’s in front of the half-lidded eyes of the pained Braddock, asking Kat if she wants to quit. The Brat snorts defiantly, dropping an f-bomb toward Al, Carpenter rightly interpreting that as a ‘no’.
The Brat shows some craftiness, rolling to her right and stacking the startled Sofia on her shoulders for a quick…
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…before Garcia gives up her grip to escape the pin. She pushes off the blonde, rising quickly to vertical and stomping Kat as her foe rises. Braddock ends on one knee, wobbling, when Garcia aims another boot toward Kat’s temple. Braddock ducks under, pivots on a hip and scissors her legs around Sofia’s remaining planted stem. She trips the Cuban to the mat and the women, both grounded, throw themselves at each other, tying up on their knees.
The rookies fight for leverage and slowly but surely, Kat starts to assert control. She slowly pushes Garcia in reverse, Sofia leaning precariously as Braddock backs her off from the previously close clinch. The Brat THRUSTS a head butt into the cleft of the Latina’s bosom, forehead striking into her foe’s sternum, the Cali girl’s Heart Butt sending Sofia’s lids aflutter, limbs shuddering as Garcia’s blood pumper skips a beat from Kat’s heady version of a heart punch.
With Sofia trying to get her ventricles back in rhythm, Braddock follows by folding the Cuban’s left arm back and delivering a more familiar, good ole fisty heart punch. El Corazon of the Muy Caliente chica is sent all kinds of mixed signals from the second literal heart attack. Sofia timbers backwards, hammies folding atop calves and an eager Katrina climbs aboard the creased Latina for the…
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THRNOOO!
Sofia manages to find an internal crash cart to stimulate her and she rolls a shoulder a few inches off the canvas, her tawny legs able to unfold from beneath her when she makes it to her side, dislodging Kat onto hers, the women face to face on shoulder and hips.
Reflexively, Kat reaches her arms around the back of the still recovering Sofia’s cranium and draws the flawless features of the Latina into her bountiful bosom. Her arms wrap tight, trying to cut off blood flow to the Cuban’s brain even as Sofia’s air supply is replaced with the satiny supple flesh of Braddock’s front sleeper.
Garcia flails wildly with her face buried in Braddock’s weaponry. She fights to get off her side and on top of the Brat but Braddock rolls through with Sofia’s effort and they spin 270, Braddock ending topside and pouring on her cleavage. She adds a grapevine of Garcia’s stems to keep Sofia under control and things are literally looking dark for Muy Caliente.
Desperation rears its ugly head when Sofia, looking for any opening for an attack finds a two-handed grip on Braddock’s bottoms. Slipping her fingers around the rim, Garcia YANKS them upward and a high-pitched yip escapes the full lips of the Cali girl. Anger bubbling, Braddock gives up her smother, peeling her gurls off the greasy face of Garcia. Her hands moving to the Latina’s ears, Kat pulls Sofia’s head off the deck then SLAMS her skull heavy and hard. A glaze settles over the dark eyes of the Cuban and she absently shakes her attic to clear the cobwebs.
A frustrated Kat pushes not to her feet but up on her hands, reaching vertical with a perfect handstand. Rotating in a 180 so her front faces the splayed Latina, Kat drops across Sofia, tucking in her knees and impaling the midriff of her foe with a perfectly placed drop of the bony joints. A bug-eyed Garcia gasps for air as she jackknifes, hugging her tummy when Kat rolls off and strides around the ring in an early victory lap.
“”Where’s Lockwood’s boss when you need him, amirite?”
The crowd doesn’t seem to agree, showering boos on Braddock’s half-hearted attempt to take up Polly’s mantle. Kat shrugs and seems to agree.
“You’re right. I’m SO much better than some Faux news flag waver.”
Turns out it’s show and tell as the Brat latches onto a wrist of the moaning Cuban and launches Sofia to her feet with a yank. Instantly, the Cali Quake is sending Garcia off with an Irish whip, Muy Caliente’s rep racing to the opposite ropes as the curvy Kat sets up in the middle. Braddock blocks Sofia’s way and plucks Garcia out of the air when the Latina tries to knock her over with a Thesz Press. With the Latina beauty in her huggy possession, the fireplug powers her foe up, pivots and PLANTS Sofia into the deck with a wicked spinebuster that rattles the ring.
Spinebsuter (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNdkOmZiMS8 )
The FAWNatics groan in unison as Kat dives into a crossbody pin, hooking the limp leg of the Latina for good measure, Al pounding out the…
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THRNOOO!
Responding to the pleas of her growing set of fans, a tremor shakes through the rookie’s frame and she’s able to kick out of the loss with a split-second to spare.
Instead of slapping the canvas in frustration, the Brat lands both cupped palms to the tawny trim tummy of Garcia, Sofia yelping in pain and spinning to her chest to escape another. She pushes to all fours and surrounds the kneeling Kat in a clinch, holding on loosely, the crown of her head pushed into Kat’s midriff.
Braddock laces her hands together, lifting a double axhandle high and THUMPS it down into Sofia’s spine, curling the vertebrae of her foe. Apparently enjoying the feeling of give in the Cuban’s body that comes with the impact, Braddock loads another. But before she can lower the boom, Sofia laces her hands in a cup behind the blonde’s noggin and lifts the crown of her head to butt Kat’s chin, the head of Chrissy’s protégé whiplashing away from the collision.
Kat ends on her backside, propped up on her palms, lids blinking over wide hazel eyes. She shifts her aching jaw from side to side.
“Who do you think you are, bytch?”
Braddock’s complaint is met with a fiery gaze. Garcia, having kipped to her feet, strides after the butt-scooting blonde.
“Senorita bonita, little surfer girl,” Garcia informs. “Get your ass up, gringa. I want you on your feet when Latina Heat burns you down.”
A snarling Kat does as she’s told then charges the Cuban, reflexively lowering her head and shoulders like a golden-maned ram. Sofia leapfrogs over the top of her fellow rookie and Braddock races onto the far ropes. Garcia spins and follows, leaving the Brat only a couple steps out of her rebound when Sofia links limbs with her rival and flips her foe to the ground with a Japanese armdrag.
Japanese armdrag (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzB5Hm_ipzg )
The women each roll to their feet quickly only for a surging Brat to be sent flying with a standard variety drag, Kat skidding to a stop and pushing to dizzied feet in a corner. In a blink, Garcia is racing toward her compact target at full speed. As Sofia launches from a few feet out, Kat drops into a forward roll, scooting beneath the airborne Cuban. Garcia lands neatly on the middle ropes and she scrambles to the top, launching into a blind moonsault that finds a turning Kat directly below.
Garcia squashes the busty blonde beneath, flattening the astonished Brat while sticking the landing. With Braddock’s abbreviated stems pointed to the rafters, Sofia snatches them and drops to her knees, her undercarriage perilously close to rubbing the freckles on the Cali girl’s adorable nose.
Braddock’s shoulders are noticeably flat to the canvas as Garcia matchbooks her foe from her heady, reverse straddling vantage for the…
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THRENOOO!
The wriggling Kat finally sneaks a shoulder up with Carpenter’s hand about to slap out Sofia’s first FAWN win.
Garcia offers a pleading look to Al as Kat spins to her chest beneath the straddle of her foe, Sofia running her fingers through her raven locks. But the zebra lifts only two fingers.
No matter to Garcia as she leans back, slamming her derriere into the back of Kat’s cranium, flattening Braddock’s features into the canvas and scrubbing them when she swishes her hips in a figure-8, using her ass like the handle of a scrub brush, Kat’s face the bristles. Braddock curses a blue streak from beneath, at least until Sofia rises and BANGS her backside down more forcefully sandwiching Kat’s brow, nose and lips to canvas.
“Tu comes el piso,” Sofia instructs mischievously.
Sofia rotates off her throne and pushes to her feet, leading the crowd in a rhythmic clap, the crowd feeling Muy Caliente. Sofia salsas next to her dazed foe. And when Kat absently rolls to her back, face reddened from the recent scouring, a beaming Garcia launches in a forward flip, gracefully dropping a leg across the blonde’s throat. Braddock shudders from the blow then falls still, the mounting attacks from Garcia leaving her flaccid beneath the lower limb of the Latina.
Carpenter quickly slides into place and slaps the canvas for the…
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…and Sofia counts out the three as Braddock’s shoulders remain flat to the canvas. She leaps to her feet and then for joy, pumping a fist. But when there’s no reaction from the FAWNatics she spins to Al who in turn points to the left leg of the Brat lying atop the bottom rope.
An exasperated Sofia sweeps a cascade of raven locks off her face with a swing of an arm and motions the shellshocked Kat up, ready to deliver her Cuban Missile hurricarana driver when Braddock makes it to her knees and finish the Cali girl off.
Kat pushes there and turns toward a charging Sofia but instantly realizes the threat, hits the canvas on a shoulder and rolls out, dropping to the floor, shaking her head and pointing at her temple.
“No way,” the Brat shouts to the crowd. “Chrissy taught me better than that!”
All the while, Sofia’s changed course and is racing toward take-off, Garcia flies through the ropes in a Suicide Dive and this time it lives up to its name as again Braddock’s awareness shines through, Kat diving clear, letting the Latina crash and burn after coming up empty.
Carpenter starts his dutiful count as both women lay on the thinly-padded cement deep in recovery mode. It’s the Brat who pushes up first, staggering to Sofia, both combatants looking like they’ve been through a war. Braddock reaches Garcia as the Cuban begins to rise and nails her with a raised knee that sends Sofia sprawling into the steel barricade behind her.
Kat, a hot Cali mess at this point, plucks Garcia off the metal and whips her to the apron’s edge, Sofia turning into a spine-first collision that has her body arching in agony from the impact. Her perfect pearlies grinding in anger, Kat snatches her foe and stuffs her back in the ring, quickly following behind, beating Carpenter’s count by a single digit.
To her credit, Sofia is rising as Kat pushes to her feet and Braddock adjusts just as quickly, latching onto Sofia’s ebony locks from behind. She cattily RIPS Garcia off her feet and into a vicious backbreaker when the Brat genuflects, the plank of her upper leg crashing into Sofia’s spinal column.
Braddock Breaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZeRRrU4tOBI ) @00:30
As a grimacing Garcia spreads out in front of her, Kat fully flattens the Latina to the canvas with a lateral press and picks up the…
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THRNOOO!
Showing her persistence, the firecracker shoves a shoulder up, if weakly, causing Kat to scream in exasperation.
“Stay the F**K down!” she shouts at the sweat-soaked Garcia then turns to give a dirty look at Carpenter.
But Sofia isn’t about to remain grounded. She wearily makes it to one knee, hand plastered to her lower spine, as Braddock dispenses her stink-eye at the ref.
Returning her attention, Kat runs a thumb across her throat.
“NAP TIME!” the Brat bellows to the last row.
She tugs Sofia the rest of the way up in a front facelock then gathers Garcia’s left leg in a cradle before launching her foe. It’s a terrifying drop as Kat SPIKES Sofia’s skull into the deck with her lethal Kat Nap DDT, the Latina out cold before she splays into a spreadeagle at the seated Braddock’s side.
Kat Nap (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uL93QqVL0xM )
Kat collects both limp legs and folds the Cuban up as a formality while a wincing Carpenter drops to his knees and counts it out…
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THREEEE!
Braddock releases and rolls to her haunches, raising both arms high and wide as the announcer makes it official.
“Your winner…via pinfall…The Brat…KAT BRADDOCK!”
The blonde piefaces her unconscious Latina counterpart, glancing at her with total disdain. The glistening Kat pushes to her feet and strikes a pose, putting boot sole to tawny, gulping tummy while raising a hand to an ear.
The crowd can’t help but respond with a storm of jeers and it apparently brings a warm feeling to Kat’s heart.
But it also brings something else, as Natalia Kills’ “Problem” pumps over the speakers (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ZrZI6OmezE ) and the Baby Boss, Avery Christian strides toward the ring in white husband-beater and painted-on faded, blue jeans.
AVERY CHRISTIAN
Confused, Kat gives a buh-bye stomp to Sofia’s gut that revives the Latina into groaning wreckage and moves to the corner nearest the approaching brunette, Avery with microphone in hand.
“Calm down. Calm down, sweetheart,” Christian assures.
She ascends the steps and slips through while a spent Kat backs away carefully, dipping into a protective crouch.
Avery motions Braddock forward and Kat refuses to look uncertain, stepping to the intruder, going chest to full chest, the little fireplug beauties, blonde and brunette, squaring off to a rising buzz from the crowd.
“Mom and I have decided some people have been getting too much attention. The Black Court? They will adjourn soon enough. As for you…”
Avery gives Braddock a chest bump and Kat responds in kind after a ‘WOOOOO’ from the crowd.
“You’re my kind of girl.”
Avery tosses the stick aside and the duo embrace like long lost friends, their compact, curvy frames melding in an affectionate show of love and respect. Apparently a Japanese Quake is added to those from Cali (Kat and Chrissy) and the Richter scale has been put on notice for the Big One. As for the aftershocks, the women break from their bearhug and turn to Sofia, who’s made it to a seat and stares at the twosome, not a little bewilderment in her eyes.
Apparently she gives the new besties the wrong look and both Kat and Avery begin stomping a mudhole out of the defenseless Garcia, the Cuban trying to protect herself but failing miserably. Blonde and brunette finally relent and pluck the ragdoll to vertical where they each slip a head under a limp arm of Sofia. They launch her heavenward, stalling out a suplex at high noon before bringing her down from whence she came, SLAMMING her face and chest into the canvas, the force bouncing the Latina several inches in the air.
But the duo isn’t done. Again they scrape the wreckage off the canvas, no easy task with Sofia in her state…when the crowd roars, turning as one to see Soshana Soto and Soledad Sanchez, the Mexican cavalry, racing to the ring.
SOSHANA SOTO
SOLEDAD SANCHEZ
Kat and Avery drop the leaden Garcia to the canvas and set themselves for the arrival. Soto and Sanchez don’t disappoint, sliding in, rising and NAILING the Brat and Baby Boss with stereo dropkicks, decking each. Kat and Avery scramble to their feet and backpedal to the ropes before Muy Caliente ‘ushers’ them out with clotheslines that send blonde and brunette backflipping over the cables and crashing to the floor.
The Quakes look up in amazement and anger, having been cleared from the ring. They hug each other protectively when Lil So-So feigns a springboard splash, Soto bouncing back into the ring instead of launching toward the twosome.
Butt-scooting to the barricade behind them, Kat and Avery use it to rise. They scoot along the steel to keep out of range as they circle the ring to the ramp, cursing and threatening as they head up.
Soshana keeps watch while Soledad checks on Sofia, tapping her cheek, welcoming her back to awareness. As Sanchez helps Garcia to her feet, Muy Caliente huddles, staring down the retreating Quakes, the masses understanding this war is just beginning.
Beautiful Girls (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ )
No longer JUST the song for one of the GOATs of the organization, three-time World Champion Chrissy Daniel, it now represented the curvy Gene Z stepping out to center stage, no Killer Imp in sight. Already having run Kylie Sanders ragged in a war where she had come up just short, the increasingly infamous Brat is showing all kinds of confidence, even with her mentor missing.
KAT BRADDOCK
The blonde fireplug gives the crowd a shake of her head, clearly finding the jeering crowd distasteful. For their part, with Kylie as a foil, Kat Braddock has a lot less support from the FAWNatics and she doesn’t seem to mind in the least.
With a unique combination of a young Kylie’s features and a young Chrissy’s body, the California Quake strides down the ramp, casting an occasional glance from side to side, sneering at the mob, who makes their presence increasingly known loudly and clearly.
The busty blonde youngster reaches the ring in her remarkably well-knit, green crocheted bikini. She sports green pads and black ankle boots to complete the wardrobe.
Dawdling at the bottom of the ring steps, Kat demands a microphone and a FAWN flunky quickly obliges. The cushy blonde climbs the steel and slips through the cables, crow hopping to the middle of the ring. She takes a slow look around the entire confines before ending pointed at the hard cam, grin blossoming.
As Van Halen fades, the rookie draws the amplifier to her parted lips, crowd buzzing.
“Time to shut the hell up, a star is talking,” Kat demands.
The assembled aren’t inclined to respond nicely and they up their volume along with their anger at the arrogant, big-league tyro.
“You may wonder why Chrissy isn’t here tonight. It’s simple. There’s only so much of YOU PEOPLE she can take. And I wasn’t scheduled for a match so she took off to a beautiful state, CALI BYTCHES!”
The Orlando natives again let the Brat know she’s living up to her moniker.
“But I’m not satisfied twiddling my thumbs backstage like so many of these lazy chicks I see who hang around catering, playing cards, cashing their checks like welfare queens. And I know YOU PEOPLE may not be familiar with this one group but damn. They’re on a permanent siesta.’
“Muy Caliente? I don’t care which one of you south of the border slackers wants to come out here and get your ass kicked, but I want you to show more guts than when Gabby kicked Garcia all around that pit. Soledad. Soshana. Sofia. You girls have the S’s covered but wouldn’t know a W if it came up and bit you in the burrito.”
The crowd doesn’t appreciate the brazen brashness of the Brat but time continues to tick without a response and Kat’s getting more brash, moving to the corner nearest the entrance and climbing.
“I know why you’re scared,” she shouts. “Hell, Kylie Sanders didn’t want any more of me when we were done. And maybe you’re not as estupido as I thought. Aw. Who am I kidding? You’re all just latter day stand-ins for Holly Hotbody getting her ass kicked by Chrissy. Latinas just don’t know how to do it and the NEVER will!”
From nowhere, Shakira’s ‘La Tortura’ blasts through the speakers and racing at full speed toward the ring is an enraged Sofia Garcia, the Cuban firecracker speeding toward the ring, the sight prompting Kat to drop to the canvas and settle into a backpedal to the far corner.
La Tortura (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dsp_8Lm1eSk )
SOFIA GARCIA
The blonde from Newport Beach quickly cedes the confines to the furious Latina, Sofia bouncing around the now empty ring, demanding both Braddock and a referee join her immediately.
Al Carpenter has apparently been given the word to go with the flow from backstage. He slides in, rises and calls for the bell, instantly starting to count a suddenly timid Braddock out.
“Now wait a second, putz,” Kat shouts at the zebra. “I say when the match starts.”
Al shakes his head.
“You can decide when it ends if you don’t get your caboose in here.”
Braddock scrunches her nose in anger, slapping the apron with both hands.
“OK. Damn it. Get her back!”
Carpenter intercedes, escorting Sofia, who’s in a two-piece neon violet number that helps keep the sensory volume on overload with Garcia, the white-hot Cuban waving her hands to get the crowd behind her and succeeding as Kat gingerly slips in under the bottom rope and pushes to her feet.
Braddock starts to circle and Muy Caliente’s unofficial baptism in the ring is under way, Garcia slowly closing the distance and throwing her tawny frame into the alabaster of Braddock, both women vertically challenged but ready for a hell of a fight.
And Garcia is the first to strike paydirt, pivoting out of a collar-and-elbow to blast a knee into Kat’s spongy breadbasket. Breath bursts from Braddock’s lips, a huge exhale resulting from being impaled by the point of the Latina’s leg. With the Brat bent at the waist, Sofia follows with another knee, this one lifted into the lowered forehead of the Cali girl, Braddock’s noggin snapping back. Kat’s arms pinwheel as she fights to keep her feet under her. But a wicked backhand chop from Sofia to Kat’s chest brings an end to that effort, the back of the blonde’s cranium banging against the canvas.
Instantly, the raging Cuban leaps into the nearby middle ropes and springboards out with legs extended. The tawny stems drop across the splayed Kat, one falling across her ample bosom, the other across her throat. Kat shudders from the blow, Braddock grasping at her neck, her windpipe having been compressed by her furious foe.
Garcia kips to her feet and pumps a fist at the crowd, the FAWNatics responding with a roar, the faithful enjoying Muy Caliente enjoying the early edge. Sofia latches onto a wrist and shoulder of Kat’s left arm and rips the dazed blonde to her feet. She starts to heave Kat toward the ropes, but the California Quake reverses and it’s Garcia sprinting to the cables.
As Sofia rebounds, Kat’s able to pivot and pluck the returning Cuban off the deck on her hip. Braddock spins the Latina atop her right shoulder, but before the Brat can plant her foe into the deck, Sofia’s able to force through a half-turn, ending with a front facelock on the opposite side of Kat’s curvy frame. Garcia doesn’t fail to take advantage, laying out and SPIKING Braddock’s braincase into the thinly-sheathed plywood with her Satellite DDT.
Satellite DDT (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xTskSO1uiiI ) @2:40
The shellshocked fireplug flops to her back beside the excited Sofia. Garcia shouts out “ANDELE!” and dives atop the splayed Brat, hooking a leg. Carpenter in turn drops to all fours and slaps the canvas for the…
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Kat kicks free, rolling to her side, dark eyes wide but cloudy, clearly not ready for the onslaught she’s invited.
“TRES!” Sofia shouts at Al plaintively. But when the man holds two fingers aloft, Garcia is back to work, yanking the stunned Brat to her feet. The curvy Kat wavers and wobbles, Sofia standing in front of her, picking the blonde’s next poison.
She sends a toe kick toward the soft, tanned tummy of the fireplug, but Katrina has the senses remaining to catch the effort before it guts her. Braddock lifts the captured leg higher but before she can garner full control, Sofia vaults off her still planted stem and swings the boot up into Kat’s temple, crunching the Quake with a perfectly-placed enziguri.
Braddock pirouettes through the blasting impact, ending on one knee, head drooping, golden hair like a veil over her hidden features. Again, the Cuban is barely down before she’s up once more. Garcia races to the ropes at Kat’s side and u-turns toward her target. She leaps to the lowered gringa and CRASHES a knee into the same side of the Cali girl’s skull with a Shining Wizard.
Shining Wizard (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iiHreVqEhsY )
Kat’s left in a stupefied spreadeagle after the impact, Braddock learning an important lesson about calling out Latina Heat. Sofia flattens her tawny frame across Kat, pressing tight to her foe, hooking the far leg for insurance and the…
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Again the Brat escapes, shoving a shoulder up and slopping onto her side, Chrissy’s protégé trying to blink her senses back into place.
Kat rolls to a seated position and starts scooting on her butt cheeks toward the corner behind. Her plaintive palms are pressed out in front of her, begging off any more from the fiery Cuban.
Sofia reaches for a wrist and Kat shoots out a defensive kick to keep her foe away. But Garcia snatches the leg instead. Both hands wrapping around the ankle, Sofia drags a squirming Kat to the middle. Once there, she lifts the abbreviated stem high and plants kick after kick into the Braddock’s hammy. Katrina yelps in pain after the first few and the crowd counts along until the Cuban reaches a full ten-spot of boots to the bum before releasing.
Turning to her chest, Kat pushes to hands and knees and scrambles to the ring’s edge, diving out under the bottom rope, perhaps having learned her lesson, if only for tonight, not to mess with the honor of Muy Caliente.
Kat falls back to the steel barricade behind her and glances up at the ring above, Sofia hanging over the top cable, demanding the blonde return to continue the ass-whipping. But Braddock raises a middle finger instead.
“I’ll get in there when I’m damn good and ready,” Kat informs.
Garcia decides she’s ready to make Katrina ready. The Cuban drops to the canvas and slides out. She chases the vertically-challenged, golden-maned fireplug around the corner where Kat slides into the squared circle and quickly clambers to vertical, in time to turn and put the boots to a re-entering Garcia.
The Brat stomps away on the lovely Latina, but slowly and surely the fire in her blood powers Sofia through the storm and she reaches vertical. Kat throws a right cross toward Garcia’s jaw but Sofia blocks. The Cuban returns fire and THUMPS a volley into the flawless features of the Cali girl, rocking Kat. But Braddock isn’t denied her response. Only the flashing forearm of Garcia successfully parries again and Sofia craaacks another heavy right home after, Braddock dropping to one knee from the impact before bouncing up and EATING another that sends Kat backpedaling into the ropes behind her.
The Brat uses the spring in the strands to charge the unrelenting Latina, but Garcia is ready with a clothesline. Braddock is able to dip beneath and continue her trek to the next set of ropes, again rebounding and, as Sofia turns, she is PLOWED UNDER by a brutal spear from a diving Braddock, Sofia’s body folding around Kat’s shoulder before being driven into the canvas, some of the FAWNatics likely expecting to see a Garcia-shaped divot in the deck after the collision.
Having been dominated up to that point, Kat can do little but absently lie atop the splattered Sofia in a full body but loose pin, so it’s little surprise when Braddock gets the…
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But Garcia shoves the flaxen-haired fireplug off before the third slap.
Both women are in recovery mode, Garcia gasping in great lungfuls of air, swaddling her golden-brown tummy with both arms, while the Cali beach warrior shakes out the cobwebs and pushes unsteadily to her feet.
Dipping and grasping her foe with claws into either trapezius, Chrissy’s protégé hauls Garcia to her feet and bullies the Latina into a corner. Lowering a shoulder while grabbing the middle rope on either side, Kat continues to bruise the belly of the Cuban, driving into the abdomen of her foe three more times, leaving the Latina folded deep between the middle and top turnbuckles.
Braddock backs out and shows off her right bicep, leaning it into her lips and giving it a smooch. She turns to the nearest lens, the Brat always looking for a podium.
“California girls…we’re undeniable!”
With Garcia extricating herself, Kat returns her attention to the spicy Cuban, leaping into a forearm smash to Sofia’s jaw, sending Garcia flopping back into the buckles she’d barely stepped out from. With the tawny brunette literally cornered, Braddock goes catty, serving up a series of windmilling overhand slaps to Sofia’s bosom, the cracks of palm to chest echoing, Garcia’s features twisting in pain as her cleavage get rosier by the second, her gurls scalded by Chrissy’s protégé.
Finishing with a flourish, the beaming blonde blows on her hands to ‘cool’ em down then uses them to grab the reeling Latina by a shoulder and wrist and heave her past, Garcia stumbling to center stage. The Cuban turns to bring the rampaging blonde back into view and Kat’s already racing toward her foe, dipping a shoulder for a spear redux. But as she closes in on gutting Garcia once more, Sofia times a raised knee to perfection, snapping it into the lowered chin of her foe.
Kat’s head snaps back and she’s on her heels, arms pinwheeling. Payback on the mind of the Muy Caliente member, Sofia drives a stiff boot into the spongy tanned midriff of the stocky Cali girl. Sofia captures the dipped blonde’s braincase in a front facelock, slips her head under a limp arm of Braddock and grabs a handful of Kat’s bikini off her foe’s hip. Showing off her strength, Garcia launches the vertically-challenged fireplug, holding the overturned blonde at high noon and walking her toward the ropes.
Sofia drops Kat’s shins across the top cable and uses the rubber-coated steel to springboard Braddock up and over for a supercharged suplex, the Brat’s backbone SLAMMING down on the canvas. Kat’s body arches in pain, a hand reaching for her lower spine.
Cursing under her breath, Braddock struggles to her feet, but the spicy Cuban’s long since been there after kipping to her boot soles and Braddock EATS a perfectly placed dropkick to the jaw, levelling Chrissy’s chosen one.
Instantly, Garcia’s on her feet again, the Latina continuing to turn up the heat to broil on the arrogant Brat. She gets to Braddock just as her foe’s reaching vertical, leaping with legs extended toward the curvy compact blonde. Garcia’s stems clamp around the noggin of the blonde and Sofia sends the dazed Kat flipping through the air with a hurricarana.
A wide-eyed Katrina lands heavy on the deck and skids out under the bottom rope, ending on boot leather but barely able to remain there as she staggers in a backpedal to the steel barricade behind her. She sags into the barrier, arms draped over the top and fashions a ‘T’ from her hands. Unfortunately for the Quake, Garcia well knows there’s no time outs in FAWN.
Racing from the opposite side of the squared circle, Sofia zooms between the top and middle ropes, launching herself like a Cuban missile into Braddock, RAMMING the short stocky blonde back into the metal from which she’d just pushed away. The CLANG of spine against steel speaks in the anguished squint of the Quake’s eyes, a hand reaching again to her savaged spinal column. Sophia tugs her fellow rookie into a tight side headlock.
“Gringa. You aren’t dealing with no grandma from Iowa anymore,” Garcia informs.
“MUY CALIENTE!” the Cuban shouts, raising her free arm as she races Kat to the ring’s edge and heaves her back inside under the bottom cable.
Instead of following the battered Brat, Sofia hops to the apron and climbs the nearest corner from the outside, ending in a crouch atop the buckles. There she lays in wait for the blasted blonde to slowly struggle to her feet. The pouty-lipped puta wobbles in a wide arc until she’s pointing toward the elevated firecracker.
The Cuban leaps from her perch, her knees landing flush into Katrina’s shoulders. The force knocks Braddock’s feet out from under her and Garcia rides her foe to the ground, the back of Kat’s skull bouncing hard off the deck. Sofia ends with her folded legs bracketing the full features of her fellow rookie. The Latina pushes her knees together, making a fishface out of Braddock’s mug.
“You learning beachy brat?” Sofia shouts down into the glassy eyes of the blonde. “We’re going to outwork you, outthink you, and girl we’re going to beat you.”
Sofia lays the lumber, pounding away with her fists Thesz style to the forehead of Braddock, setting in a full ten-spot to the Cali girl’s crown before relenting. The feisty Latina moves to a lateral press on the dazed Braddock, hooking Kat’s far leg for the…
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Braddock kicks out of the pinning predicament, flopping to her chest and pushing up to all fours, the curvy compact Quake looking lost.
Sofia’s not about to let her fire subside. She’s quickly on her feet next to the Brat. Using Kat’s back as a stepping stone, Garcia leaps off the platform and into a perfect senton, landing flush across the already aching vertebrae of Chrissy’s protégé. Kat is flattened, sandwiched under the raging Latina, chest smushed against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
It takes but the blink of an eye before, a pivoting Sofia has a fierce crossface grip on the Cali girl, wrenching her foe’s neck, demanding the gringa surrender.
Carpenter’s in front of the half-lidded eyes of the pained Braddock, asking Kat if she wants to quit. The Brat snorts defiantly, dropping an f-bomb toward Al, Carpenter rightly interpreting that as a ‘no’.
The Brat shows some craftiness, rolling to her right and stacking the startled Sofia on her shoulders for a quick…
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…before Garcia gives up her grip to escape the pin. She pushes off the blonde, rising quickly to vertical and stomping Kat as her foe rises. Braddock ends on one knee, wobbling, when Garcia aims another boot toward Kat’s temple. Braddock ducks under, pivots on a hip and scissors her legs around Sofia’s remaining planted stem. She trips the Cuban to the mat and the women, both grounded, throw themselves at each other, tying up on their knees.
The rookies fight for leverage and slowly but surely, Kat starts to assert control. She slowly pushes Garcia in reverse, Sofia leaning precariously as Braddock backs her off from the previously close clinch. The Brat THRUSTS a head butt into the cleft of the Latina’s bosom, forehead striking into her foe’s sternum, the Cali girl’s Heart Butt sending Sofia’s lids aflutter, limbs shuddering as Garcia’s blood pumper skips a beat from Kat’s heady version of a heart punch.
With Sofia trying to get her ventricles back in rhythm, Braddock follows by folding the Cuban’s left arm back and delivering a more familiar, good ole fisty heart punch. El Corazon of the Muy Caliente chica is sent all kinds of mixed signals from the second literal heart attack. Sofia timbers backwards, hammies folding atop calves and an eager Katrina climbs aboard the creased Latina for the…
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THRNOOO!
Sofia manages to find an internal crash cart to stimulate her and she rolls a shoulder a few inches off the canvas, her tawny legs able to unfold from beneath her when she makes it to her side, dislodging Kat onto hers, the women face to face on shoulder and hips.
Reflexively, Kat reaches her arms around the back of the still recovering Sofia’s cranium and draws the flawless features of the Latina into her bountiful bosom. Her arms wrap tight, trying to cut off blood flow to the Cuban’s brain even as Sofia’s air supply is replaced with the satiny supple flesh of Braddock’s front sleeper.
Garcia flails wildly with her face buried in Braddock’s weaponry. She fights to get off her side and on top of the Brat but Braddock rolls through with Sofia’s effort and they spin 270, Braddock ending topside and pouring on her cleavage. She adds a grapevine of Garcia’s stems to keep Sofia under control and things are literally looking dark for Muy Caliente.
Desperation rears its ugly head when Sofia, looking for any opening for an attack finds a two-handed grip on Braddock’s bottoms. Slipping her fingers around the rim, Garcia YANKS them upward and a high-pitched yip escapes the full lips of the Cali girl. Anger bubbling, Braddock gives up her smother, peeling her gurls off the greasy face of Garcia. Her hands moving to the Latina’s ears, Kat pulls Sofia’s head off the deck then SLAMS her skull heavy and hard. A glaze settles over the dark eyes of the Cuban and she absently shakes her attic to clear the cobwebs.
A frustrated Kat pushes not to her feet but up on her hands, reaching vertical with a perfect handstand. Rotating in a 180 so her front faces the splayed Latina, Kat drops across Sofia, tucking in her knees and impaling the midriff of her foe with a perfectly placed drop of the bony joints. A bug-eyed Garcia gasps for air as she jackknifes, hugging her tummy when Kat rolls off and strides around the ring in an early victory lap.
“”Where’s Lockwood’s boss when you need him, amirite?”
The crowd doesn’t seem to agree, showering boos on Braddock’s half-hearted attempt to take up Polly’s mantle. Kat shrugs and seems to agree.
“You’re right. I’m SO much better than some Faux news flag waver.”
Turns out it’s show and tell as the Brat latches onto a wrist of the moaning Cuban and launches Sofia to her feet with a yank. Instantly, the Cali Quake is sending Garcia off with an Irish whip, Muy Caliente’s rep racing to the opposite ropes as the curvy Kat sets up in the middle. Braddock blocks Sofia’s way and plucks Garcia out of the air when the Latina tries to knock her over with a Thesz Press. With the Latina beauty in her huggy possession, the fireplug powers her foe up, pivots and PLANTS Sofia into the deck with a wicked spinebuster that rattles the ring.
Spinebsuter (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNdkOmZiMS8 )
The FAWNatics groan in unison as Kat dives into a crossbody pin, hooking the limp leg of the Latina for good measure, Al pounding out the…
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Responding to the pleas of her growing set of fans, a tremor shakes through the rookie’s frame and she’s able to kick out of the loss with a split-second to spare.
Instead of slapping the canvas in frustration, the Brat lands both cupped palms to the tawny trim tummy of Garcia, Sofia yelping in pain and spinning to her chest to escape another. She pushes to all fours and surrounds the kneeling Kat in a clinch, holding on loosely, the crown of her head pushed into Kat’s midriff.
Braddock laces her hands together, lifting a double axhandle high and THUMPS it down into Sofia’s spine, curling the vertebrae of her foe. Apparently enjoying the feeling of give in the Cuban’s body that comes with the impact, Braddock loads another. But before she can lower the boom, Sofia laces her hands in a cup behind the blonde’s noggin and lifts the crown of her head to butt Kat’s chin, the head of Chrissy’s protégé whiplashing away from the collision.
Kat ends on her backside, propped up on her palms, lids blinking over wide hazel eyes. She shifts her aching jaw from side to side.
“Who do you think you are, bytch?”
Braddock’s complaint is met with a fiery gaze. Garcia, having kipped to her feet, strides after the butt-scooting blonde.
“Senorita bonita, little surfer girl,” Garcia informs. “Get your ass up, gringa. I want you on your feet when Latina Heat burns you down.”
A snarling Kat does as she’s told then charges the Cuban, reflexively lowering her head and shoulders like a golden-maned ram. Sofia leapfrogs over the top of her fellow rookie and Braddock races onto the far ropes. Garcia spins and follows, leaving the Brat only a couple steps out of her rebound when Sofia links limbs with her rival and flips her foe to the ground with a Japanese armdrag.
Japanese armdrag (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzB5Hm_ipzg )
The women each roll to their feet quickly only for a surging Brat to be sent flying with a standard variety drag, Kat skidding to a stop and pushing to dizzied feet in a corner. In a blink, Garcia is racing toward her compact target at full speed. As Sofia launches from a few feet out, Kat drops into a forward roll, scooting beneath the airborne Cuban. Garcia lands neatly on the middle ropes and she scrambles to the top, launching into a blind moonsault that finds a turning Kat directly below.
Garcia squashes the busty blonde beneath, flattening the astonished Brat while sticking the landing. With Braddock’s abbreviated stems pointed to the rafters, Sofia snatches them and drops to her knees, her undercarriage perilously close to rubbing the freckles on the Cali girl’s adorable nose.
Braddock’s shoulders are noticeably flat to the canvas as Garcia matchbooks her foe from her heady, reverse straddling vantage for the…
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The wriggling Kat finally sneaks a shoulder up with Carpenter’s hand about to slap out Sofia’s first FAWN win.
Garcia offers a pleading look to Al as Kat spins to her chest beneath the straddle of her foe, Sofia running her fingers through her raven locks. But the zebra lifts only two fingers.
No matter to Garcia as she leans back, slamming her derriere into the back of Kat’s cranium, flattening Braddock’s features into the canvas and scrubbing them when she swishes her hips in a figure-8, using her ass like the handle of a scrub brush, Kat’s face the bristles. Braddock curses a blue streak from beneath, at least until Sofia rises and BANGS her backside down more forcefully sandwiching Kat’s brow, nose and lips to canvas.
“Tu comes el piso,” Sofia instructs mischievously.
Sofia rotates off her throne and pushes to her feet, leading the crowd in a rhythmic clap, the crowd feeling Muy Caliente. Sofia salsas next to her dazed foe. And when Kat absently rolls to her back, face reddened from the recent scouring, a beaming Garcia launches in a forward flip, gracefully dropping a leg across the blonde’s throat. Braddock shudders from the blow then falls still, the mounting attacks from Garcia leaving her flaccid beneath the lower limb of the Latina.
Carpenter quickly slides into place and slaps the canvas for the…
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…and Sofia counts out the three as Braddock’s shoulders remain flat to the canvas. She leaps to her feet and then for joy, pumping a fist. But when there’s no reaction from the FAWNatics she spins to Al who in turn points to the left leg of the Brat lying atop the bottom rope.
An exasperated Sofia sweeps a cascade of raven locks off her face with a swing of an arm and motions the shellshocked Kat up, ready to deliver her Cuban Missile hurricarana driver when Braddock makes it to her knees and finish the Cali girl off.
Kat pushes there and turns toward a charging Sofia but instantly realizes the threat, hits the canvas on a shoulder and rolls out, dropping to the floor, shaking her head and pointing at her temple.
“No way,” the Brat shouts to the crowd. “Chrissy taught me better than that!”
All the while, Sofia’s changed course and is racing toward take-off, Garcia flies through the ropes in a Suicide Dive and this time it lives up to its name as again Braddock’s awareness shines through, Kat diving clear, letting the Latina crash and burn after coming up empty.
Carpenter starts his dutiful count as both women lay on the thinly-padded cement deep in recovery mode. It’s the Brat who pushes up first, staggering to Sofia, both combatants looking like they’ve been through a war. Braddock reaches Garcia as the Cuban begins to rise and nails her with a raised knee that sends Sofia sprawling into the steel barricade behind her.
Kat, a hot Cali mess at this point, plucks Garcia off the metal and whips her to the apron’s edge, Sofia turning into a spine-first collision that has her body arching in agony from the impact. Her perfect pearlies grinding in anger, Kat snatches her foe and stuffs her back in the ring, quickly following behind, beating Carpenter’s count by a single digit.
To her credit, Sofia is rising as Kat pushes to her feet and Braddock adjusts just as quickly, latching onto Sofia’s ebony locks from behind. She cattily RIPS Garcia off her feet and into a vicious backbreaker when the Brat genuflects, the plank of her upper leg crashing into Sofia’s spinal column.
Braddock Breaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZeRRrU4tOBI ) @00:30
As a grimacing Garcia spreads out in front of her, Kat fully flattens the Latina to the canvas with a lateral press and picks up the…
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Showing her persistence, the firecracker shoves a shoulder up, if weakly, causing Kat to scream in exasperation.
“Stay the F**K down!” she shouts at the sweat-soaked Garcia then turns to give a dirty look at Carpenter.
But Sofia isn’t about to remain grounded. She wearily makes it to one knee, hand plastered to her lower spine, as Braddock dispenses her stink-eye at the ref.
Returning her attention, Kat runs a thumb across her throat.
“NAP TIME!” the Brat bellows to the last row.
She tugs Sofia the rest of the way up in a front facelock then gathers Garcia’s left leg in a cradle before launching her foe. It’s a terrifying drop as Kat SPIKES Sofia’s skull into the deck with her lethal Kat Nap DDT, the Latina out cold before she splays into a spreadeagle at the seated Braddock’s side.
Kat Nap (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uL93QqVL0xM )
Kat collects both limp legs and folds the Cuban up as a formality while a wincing Carpenter drops to his knees and counts it out…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEEE!
Braddock releases and rolls to her haunches, raising both arms high and wide as the announcer makes it official.
“Your winner…via pinfall…The Brat…KAT BRADDOCK!”
The blonde piefaces her unconscious Latina counterpart, glancing at her with total disdain. The glistening Kat pushes to her feet and strikes a pose, putting boot sole to tawny, gulping tummy while raising a hand to an ear.
The crowd can’t help but respond with a storm of jeers and it apparently brings a warm feeling to Kat’s heart.
But it also brings something else, as Natalia Kills’ “Problem” pumps over the speakers (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ZrZI6OmezE ) and the Baby Boss, Avery Christian strides toward the ring in white husband-beater and painted-on faded, blue jeans.
AVERY CHRISTIAN
Confused, Kat gives a buh-bye stomp to Sofia’s gut that revives the Latina into groaning wreckage and moves to the corner nearest the approaching brunette, Avery with microphone in hand.
“Calm down. Calm down, sweetheart,” Christian assures.
She ascends the steps and slips through while a spent Kat backs away carefully, dipping into a protective crouch.
Avery motions Braddock forward and Kat refuses to look uncertain, stepping to the intruder, going chest to full chest, the little fireplug beauties, blonde and brunette, squaring off to a rising buzz from the crowd.
“Mom and I have decided some people have been getting too much attention. The Black Court? They will adjourn soon enough. As for you…”
Avery gives Braddock a chest bump and Kat responds in kind after a ‘WOOOOO’ from the crowd.
“You’re my kind of girl.”
Avery tosses the stick aside and the duo embrace like long lost friends, their compact, curvy frames melding in an affectionate show of love and respect. Apparently a Japanese Quake is added to those from Cali (Kat and Chrissy) and the Richter scale has been put on notice for the Big One. As for the aftershocks, the women break from their bearhug and turn to Sofia, who’s made it to a seat and stares at the twosome, not a little bewilderment in her eyes.
Apparently she gives the new besties the wrong look and both Kat and Avery begin stomping a mudhole out of the defenseless Garcia, the Cuban trying to protect herself but failing miserably. Blonde and brunette finally relent and pluck the ragdoll to vertical where they each slip a head under a limp arm of Sofia. They launch her heavenward, stalling out a suplex at high noon before bringing her down from whence she came, SLAMMING her face and chest into the canvas, the force bouncing the Latina several inches in the air.
But the duo isn’t done. Again they scrape the wreckage off the canvas, no easy task with Sofia in her state…when the crowd roars, turning as one to see Soshana Soto and Soledad Sanchez, the Mexican cavalry, racing to the ring.
SOSHANA SOTO
SOLEDAD SANCHEZ
Kat and Avery drop the leaden Garcia to the canvas and set themselves for the arrival. Soto and Sanchez don’t disappoint, sliding in, rising and NAILING the Brat and Baby Boss with stereo dropkicks, decking each. Kat and Avery scramble to their feet and backpedal to the ropes before Muy Caliente ‘ushers’ them out with clotheslines that send blonde and brunette backflipping over the cables and crashing to the floor.
The Quakes look up in amazement and anger, having been cleared from the ring. They hug each other protectively when Lil So-So feigns a springboard splash, Soto bouncing back into the ring instead of launching toward the twosome.
Butt-scooting to the barricade behind them, Kat and Avery use it to rise. They scoot along the steel to keep out of range as they circle the ring to the ramp, cursing and threatening as they head up.
Soshana keeps watch while Soledad checks on Sofia, tapping her cheek, welcoming her back to awareness. As Sanchez helps Garcia to her feet, Muy Caliente huddles, staring down the retreating Quakes, the masses understanding this war is just beginning.