Post by hawkeye on Oct 11, 2021 0:33:52 GMT
Another summer being the cornerstone for ‘FAWN Dark’ main events has the flaxen-haired terror of the California Quakes stewing backstage. The organization’s Big Event is about to get underway and she isn’t scheduled to appear. Apparently, Chrissy split too much of her time on FAWN’s number one-rated podcast and not enough extolling the virtues of her would-be replacement in the ring.
Adding to the dire straits, Bethany’s refusing her calls. Hell, even Avery’s been ghosting for the last few months, the Christians apparently concerned she’s getting more of the spotlight than the Baby Boss.
Tonight, called for extreme measures. She had to step outside the bounds. Seek forgiveness for the offense after rather than request her rightful spot.
A promise to the audio man of a little tete et tete that would never happen and the beach fighter who’d gone from It Girl to perilously close to another forgotten It Girl, waits anxiously for her unscripted moment. Despite her young age, the clock is always ticking and there’s no better time for the alarm to go off than as the lead match on FAWN’s Night of Nights.
Without her fellow fireplug, The Brat is ready when the rattling sound of an earthquake turns the masses toward the upper stage. The boos begin in earnest even before the arena’s speakers transition to Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’, the unmistakable vibration of Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tearing through the air. A barrage of pyrotechnics explodes from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light.
Beautiful Girls (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ )
Once the song of the three-time World Champion Chrissy Daniel, the musical baton’s passed to her curvy, Gen Z Quake counterpart, the ill-mannered, ass-kicking blonde Brat moving to center stage. Kat Braddock settles and lets the hate wash over her, hazel eyes shut, grin blossoming.
KAT BRADDOCK:
She could guess the chaos and anger backstage having hijacked the biggest card of the year. Whatever the risk, it’s worth it. The buxom blonde strides down the ramp, casting an occasional glance from side to side, sneering at the mob who make their presence known in increasingly loud fashion. Alone. Without Chrissy. Without Avery. It felt right. Her time and hers alone.
The curvy Quake reaches the ring in her remarkably well-knit, green crocheted bikini. She sports green pads and black ankle boots to complete her gear.
Dawdling at the bottom of the ring steps, Kat collects a microphone and ascends, then enters, the co-rookie of 2019 claiming the ring as The Brat’s playground. She takes a slow look around the bowl. As Van Halen fades, the Cali girl breaks in with her own introduction, Braddock bringing the stick to her lips.
“Welcome to FAWNAMANIA bytches.”
The crowd can’t contain an expectant roar even if they did despise the Brat with a passion.
“There’s been a little change in plans, cockroaches. Tonight’s first Mania match isn’t brought to you by Bethany Christian. IT’S ALL ME!”
Braddock glances around the confused crowd.
“Consider yourself blessed to have the best match of the card first. It’s one that’s scheduled for one fall with a time limit of whatever the fuck I decide. From Newport Beach, California. Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at 123 pounds. The Brat that runs this place. KAT BRADDOCK!”
The arena echoes with enmity, the vocal and virulent distaste impressive for someone so early in her career.
The Cali Quake lets the shock of the audience sink in then draws the amplifier to parted lips.
“And who, might you wonder, is facing me? Good question. Bethy. Pick your damn poison because I’ll beat any putz you want to throw out here. Anybody.”
Silence is the immediate response.
“I said anybody you has-been!”
As Braddock opens to let another verbal salvo fly, the sound of Avril Lavigne’s ‘What the Hell’ ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQmEd_UeeIk&feature=player_embedded ) signals the arrival of the dimpled cutie whose loyal fan following has few rivals.
Despite her relegation to the same FAWN Dark showcases as Braddock, the FAWNatics remain steadfastly behind their striking Upstart. Fields strides from stage left, mostly ignoring the infectious pop beat, the crowd craning their necks toward the stage to gather an eyeful of the usually bubbly brunette and her return to the biggest of big-times.
The grappler sent to set things straight is a tawny wisp of a woman; all big dark doe eyes, darkened mane and cherubic girlish features. Chloe paces from one side of the stage to the other. Far from her days of accompanying her fluffy, pink teddy bear Straw Beary, this chick is ready for a rumble.
CHLOE FIELDS:
The diminutive Upstart skips her previous joyful gyrations, though she offers a few familiar pumped fists to the crowd in time with Avril’s accompaniment.
As she heads down the aisle, a slight grin and occasional slapped hand encourages the love from her very own Upstart Army. And it only grows when the ‘real’ ring announcer tries to match Kat’s enthusiasm for her foe’s arrival.
“And her opponent. From Boca Raton, Florida…standing 5 feet 2 inches and weighing in at 109 pounds…CHLOE…STRAWBERRY…FIELDS.”
If she’s left her carefree attitude behind, Fields remains dressed in a pink and black ruffled two piece with mini-skirt bottoms. Pink boots and pads sealing the deal. It’s attire that certainly meets the FAWNatics’ approval as it has so many times before.
As the organization’s resident angel reaches the ring, she takes a lap, making acquaintance with a few front row ticket purchasers. However, most of her attention remains on her opponent, her dark pools focused like lasers on Mania’s hijacker. Tonight’s match could not only mean winning on the grandest stage but landing the good side of the organization’s final word when it comes to booking.
Chloe reaches the steps and slowly saunters up, her music fading as she proceeds halfway down the length of the ring and slips through the ropes.
Fields moves to the nearest corner and climbs to the middle strands, looking out on the assembled Mania throng, giving the fans an ovation they quickly return, a familiar “CHLO-EEE” chant rippling through the masses as Strawberry’s attention turns toward a CHARGING KAT!
Chloe leaps off the cables, spinning in a 180 with a savage kick to the Brat’s left temple that sends Braddock staggering away. Kat’s sneak attack thwarted, and with Chloe right on her tail, Nick Castle excitedly calls for the bell, FAWNAMAINA’s first ever unscheduled match underway.
Fields grabs her flaxen-haired foe by a shoulder and spins Kat to face her, but Braddock brings a forearm with her, SLAMMING it into Chloe’s jaw. The slender, former Cirque de Soleil superstar is sent into a backpedal. The Pink Dream bounces off the rubber-coated steel and surges toward a charging Brat.
The agile Strawberry lifts an arm, wrapping it around Kat’s throat, and pirouettes around the short but curvy blonde, RIPPING Braddock off the deck with a sumptuous Slingblade.
Slingblade ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRQHRZt1m48 ).
Braddock’s back and skull THUMPS against the canvas-covered plywood. She bounces to a seated position, cradling the back of her cranium as she curses Fields’ quickness. Behind her, Chloe kips to her feet to a roar from the crowd. She claps her hands toward the FAWNatics, bringing them into her rhythm before moving to the Brat and ‘helping’ Braddock to her boot leather.
Though still wobbly, The Brat shoves the Pink Dream off. Fields uses the momentum to turn into the ropes, grab the top strand, and climb to a position on the middle cable then springboard into a roundhouse kick that connects cleanly, flooring the woman who’d hijacked FAWNamania.
Springboard Roundhouse Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFbcmW6XwJk )
With Braddock laid out, Chloe passes on the pin attempt, instead turning and rushing to the nearby buckles. She acrobatically scales the corner and spins to face the dazed blonde fireplug, Kat rising, oblivious to the poised Strawberry behind her. She turns to find her foe and discovers an airborne Chloe, Fields’ short but sinewy stems leading the way. Strawberry’s Missile Dropkick connects with Kat’s chest sending her tumbling in a back somersault away from the impact. At the end of the roll, and very much in need of a timeout, Kat crawls underneath the bottom rope and puts feet to arena floor.
Rattling some senses back into place, Braddock seems to realize she doesn’t want a Mania moment after all, not if Chloe is going to kick her ass around the ring. She dismissively waves her arm at the inside of the squared circle and turns tail, walking up the aisle, the crowd’s boos falling in a torrent.
Fields’ doe eyes look toward Castle who shrugs and begins his count, but Chloe apparently wants nothing to do with such a victory on the grandest stage. She scurries to ring’s edge and baseball slides beneath. Racing after the retreating Kat, she grabs Braddock by her long golden locks and spins her foe toward the ring, leading the caterwauling Brat back and throwing her into the ring under the bottom rope.
Braddock hops to her feet and tries to regain her bearings as Chloe enters. Strawberry doesn’t hesitate, sprinting toward her foe. The fireplug blonde pivots and collects Chloe on her hip, ready to sidewalk slam her way into the match, but Fields’ speed is too much to control for the fellow lightweight and Chloe flips and twists her way around Kat’s curvy frame, finally collecting The Brat’s head in a front facelock and POUNDING her skull into the canvas with a Tilt-A-Whirl DDT.
Tilt-A-Whirl DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=zigIfNnwtJk )
Kat’s lifeless frame ends on her back and an energized Chloe scrambles atop what’s left of Braddock for a HUGE win with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The potentially former California Quake shoves a shoulder up in the nick of time, Castle’s palm a few inches from the third slap.
Chloe looks at the official wistfully, hoping it was three, but Nick assures the Pink Dream with two raised fingers.
Next to her, Kat slowly pushes up to a knee but seems stuck there as she tries to regain her wits. On her feet, Chloe backpedals to the ropes and surges toward The Brat. She uses Kat’s raised knee as a pedestal and swings a nasty Shining Wizard kick toward Braddock’s left temple. But Kat’s able to duck her head under and Chloe’s pirouettes off Braddock without the destructive connection.
Fields turns to find her flaxen-haired target, but the beefier Kat is risen and coming. Braddock uses a shoulder to NAIL the slender brunette in the chest, sending Strawberry to her back with a blasting block. Kat looks down at the flattened Fields with satisfaction, finally setting the match on the proper course. But Chloe has different ideas, kipping her tawny stems up, her ankles lock around the neck of the golden-maned fireplug. The Pink Dream sends Braddock flipping to a crashing collision with the canvas courtesy her makeshift rana.
Kip-up rana ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7odo2JwPIQ )
Kat rolls through the impact, propping on a hip and elbow as she reaches for her lower spine with the opposite hand, grimacing in pain. She starts to scoot toward the ropes for another exit, but Chloe snatches her from behind by an ankle, pulling her back to middle. Reaching center stage, Braddock frees herself, kicking off Strawberry’s grip.
Braddock scrambles to her feet but only in time for a rushing Chloe to lead with her legs again, leaping into a head scissors with plans to send the fireplug flying again. But this time, Kat, who has plenty of power for a lightweight packed into her compact frame, isn’t budged by Chloe’s planned backflip. Instead, with Fields draped down her frame after the failed rana, Kat heaves Strawberry up to a seated position on her shoulders and POWERBOMBS the wide-eyed Chloe into the canvas, simultaneously rattling the ring with the impact and silencing the crowd.
Kat keeps control of the Pink Dream’s legs as Chloe’s upper body and arms lie flat against the mat for Castle to count out the ponytailed brunette with the…
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TWO…
NO!
Fields rolls a shoulder off the canvas, frustrating The Brat. A steamed Braddock tosses Chloe’s legs away, sending Fields flopping to her chest. Kat pushes to her feet and gets in Nick’s grill, accusing him of a vengeful vendetta placed in his earpiece by an upset boss. Castle shrugs and motions to a rising Chloe.
Kat takes the hint and turns her attention back to Fields, who’s made it to hands and knees. Braddock takes a forward-facing seat on her foe’s spine and cups her laced fingers under Chloe’s chin. She savagely works the lock, seemingly trying to twist Strawberry’s head free from her neck. Fields’ face is etched in pain, but with no leverage, there’s little she can do to change the situation. Kat works the hold to her heart’s content until raising her backside slightly and RAMMING it down into the base of Chloe’s vertebrae, sending Fields flat to the canvas.
Dismounting, a pleased Kat sinks a set of nails into Chloe’s long dark pony, pulling a yipping Strawberry to her feet. Braddock hairmares Chloe to the canvas, holding onto her handle through the throw in order to pull her up and repeat the process a second and third time.
Still holding on, The Brat exchanges her grip to a wrist and shoulder and bullies Chloe deep into the rubber-coated steel cables before sending her sprinting with an Irish Whip. As dangerous as a racing Fields is within the ring for any lightweight, Kat pays off her strategy by following to the middle and snatching Chloe out of mid-air when she tries to leapfrog the blonde. Braddock pivots with her cargo and tries to drive Strawberry THROUGH the canvas with a massive spinebuster.
Spinebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tFeskztH9HE )
With a shellshocked Chloe splayed within Kat’s control, Castle dives to the deck and slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Chloe shoves a shoulder up, frustrating The Brat once more.
A furious Braddock slaps Strawberry’s tawny tummy hard enough to leave an almost instantaneous welt, drawing a yip of pain from Fields. The brunette swaddles her midriff with one arm for protection against another blistering open hand attack. Instead, Kat latches a hand around Chloe’s dark ponytail and RIPS Fields to her feet as she rises.
The fireplug blonde turns a wincing Fields to face her, exchanging her grip on Chloe’s hair to her left wrist. She folds Strawberry’s arm back over her shoulder, clearing a path to her foe’s blood pumper then sending a THUMPING head butt to the cleft of Chloe’s chest, RAMMING her noggin into Fields’ heart.
The Upstart’s dark eyes cross as her coronary muscle skips a beat from the battery. Chloe’s slender stems go rubbery and it takes The Brat to keep her opponent upright, scooping her arms under those of the brunette. Kat transfers her grip to a tight embrace around Chloe’s abdomen, swallowing Chloe’s bosom within her own as she squeezes the oxygen from the fans’ favorite.
“Not a good idea to get in the way of what I want,” Braddock growls, nose to nose with a grimacing, gasping Fields, Kat making it more and more difficult to breathe as she cinches her bearhug tight.
Strawberry tries to respond verbally but doesn’t have the air to manage, nor does she have the leverage to remain grounded when the blonde launches her overhead with a snappy belly-to-belly suplex that delivers Chloe harshly to the canvas, spinal column THWACKING against the deck. Fields’ face is etched in pain as she reaches a hand toward her bruised backbone.
Braddock kips to her feet, surprising the crowd with the athleticism she packed into her plush, fireplug frame.
“Just because I eat a burger,” Kat shouts at the crowd, “doesn’t mean I can’t get all flippy-floppy like the twig over there.”
Braddock strides to the seated Fields, approaching from her blind spot. The blonde genuflects a pointed knee between Strawberry’s shoulderblades and wraps her hands around either side of the Upstart’s braincase. The Brat twists Chloe’s noggin like she’s trying to unscrew it from her foe’s neck, wrenching with the chin lock until Nick feels compelled to ask if the Pink Dream wants to quit.
Chloe squeaks out a high-pitched ‘NO’ and the ref waves his hands.
Mistake,” Braddock whispers in the ear of her Mania adversary. She halves her grip and POUNDS the point of an elbow into the crown of Chloe’s cranium. With the Upstart in a glassy-eyed daze, Kat pushes to her feet and races to the cables behind Fields. The Brat hits the ropes and rebounds, taking off in a low dive as she approaches her target.
Kat snatches Fields’ head from behind as she front flips over a shoulder, landing gracefully in a roll as she POUNDS Chloe’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a nasty neck snap.
Neck Snap ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1CLqy9I87w )
As Kat deftly pops to her feet and bows toward the sellout crowd, drawing a raft of jeers for the erstwhile Cali Quake, Chloe snaps back from the impact, flopping to a wide spreadeagle, dark doe eyes staring blankly at the rafters.
A smirking Kat moves next to the splayed Strawberry and pushes to a handstand next to her foe. The Brat turns in a 180 on her hands then drops across Chloe’s trim, tawny midriff with a double knee drop, Braddock having tucked into a shapely bowling ball to the belly. Chloe jackknifes on either side before breathlessly faltering flat to the canvas.
The curvy Cali powder keg leisurely moves to a schoolgirl pin, her knees bracketing Chloe’s temples, the Upstart’s chin tight to the flaxen-haired fighter’s crotch. With her shins pressing against Field’s trapped biceps, Kat watches as Castle slides down and slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Riding a bit too high to fully control the stubborn Strawberry, Kat is bucked off when the Pink Dream answers the dreams of the audience, Chloe flexing her sinewy legs and pelvis enough to send The Brat flopping over the Upstart’s head, ending on hands and knees just above. Thinking quickly, Braddock tries to drop her full cheeks atop the babyface of the former Cirque de Soleil star, but Fields rolls out range of the attempt at a facesitting smother.
A perturbed Kat adjusts her trunks as she rises, turning and sneering at Fields, Chloe pushing to her feet from all fours and staggering to the ropes behind her. She hangs on for dear life to remain upright, her feeble state drawing a charge from The Brat. Braddock stampedes toward the faltering Strawberry, but as the fireplug blonde is about to squash the slender brunette against the cables, Chloe dips, pulling the top rope down with her and Kat flies over the top cable, careening off the apron’s edge before hitting the thinly-padded cement of the FAWN Arena floor.
For the first time in seemingly forever, the FAWNatics have something to cheer about, and the noise grows as a huffing Fields lifts her right arm and motions like she’s twirling a lasso, egging on Mania multitude.
Heading to the far ropes, the Upstart is suddenly at full speed on the rebound, a couple gears above what Braddock can manage. She soars over the uppermost strand as Braddock reaches her feet, PLOWING into the former beach fighter with a Suicide Dive that sends Kat’s spine CRACKING into the steel barricade behind her.
Landing on her boot soles, Chloe pumps a fist to the audience, rallying her own version of the Upstart Army to her side. She hops to the canvas, continuing to rally her troops until a crumpled Kat starts to ascend, the blonde’s features racked in pain from her losing battle with the hardened steel.
With The Brat no more than a couple steps away from the metal divider, Chloe takes to her playground, the skies over Orlando, and delivers a perfect missile dropkick from the apron, her boots SLAMMING into the opulent bosom of the blonde. Kat is launched from the attack, hitting the metal barrier again but this time with such force she backflips into the front row, landing on a few lucky front row fans.
Discombobulated, Kat tries to regain her bearings while in the laps of some selfie-shooting FAWNatics. Meanwhile, aware of Castle’s climbing count and with no desire to win at Mania cheaply, the Pink Dream rolls in and out of the ring, back on the floor in no time flat.
She calls to some of the Upstart Army to help her out and they respond, maneuvering the shellshocked Quake next to the barricade, the side opposite their adorable leader.
While still beloved, after years of battles, Chloe’s become something altogether different than the wide-eyed, happy-go-lucky Strawberry. She sinks both sets of nails into the scalp of The Brat, pulling the struggling blonde over the top, keeping Kat horizontal until her foe’s ankles catch on the top of the steel barrier.
With Braddock’s fireplug frame stretched to its max from the steel pipe, Chloe shows the FAWNatics Mania is brought out the beast in Berry. She drops to her backside and POUNDS Kat’s face and forehead into the thinly-padded concrete with a makeshift and devastating sit-out facebuster.
Sit-out facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RmbPWZ0uh0 )
The crowd can’t help but groan in some sense of sympathy, even for The Brat, but they’re far from upset the Upstart’s seized control.
With Kat barely conscious between her outstretched stems, Fields realizes she’s fighting Castle’s clock.
She pulls the mostly deadweight of the curvy, compact blonde up, leaning the burbling Quake against her slender physique, ‘helping’ Braddock to the ring’s edge. Chloe stuffs her foe’s body under the bottom ropes at ‘EIGHT’ and joins her in the squared circle at ‘NINE’.
Braddock reaches one knee but can’t find the stamina to make it further, her bearings lost in a haze, The Brat setting herself up for Strawberry to race to the genuflecting former beach fighter and CRACK a kick across her right temple with the Shining Wizard. Kat timbers to the deck, ending on a shoulder and hip. Fields shoves the blasted Brat to her back, covering in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The blonde harnesses her strength, enough to shove Fields off and roll to her chest, pressing to all fours before the spinning in her head stops Kat at hands and knees. She shakes her noggin, desperate to rattle her senses back into place.
Making it to her knees, Braddock seems closer to rejoining the fight, but Chloe has other ideas, sprinting from a corner and leaping, her lithe lower limbs encircling Kat’s cranium. The Upstart spins to the deck and PLANTS Braddock’s face into the canvas with a brutal headscissors takedown that rescinds any progress Chrissy Daniel’s former protégé had made toward recovery.
Headscissors Takedown ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=drWQqgtBzig )
The impact sends The Brat flopping to her back and Chloe dives on top, the Mania crowd roaring to its feet in celebration of the Upstart’s enormous conquest with the slaps of…
ONE…
TWO…
And…THRNOOO!
Kat frustrates the FAWNatics by shoving a shoulder off the canvas and staying alive, avoiding the embarrassment of demanding a Mania match and coming up empty.
Still, the blonde’s dark eyes are cloudy, Chloe wresting control of the battle further and further in her direction. And it only continues when Braddock rolls to her chest and Strawberry scoots to a seat next to her. Snatching the former beach fighter’s left wrist with both hands, Fields leaps atop The Brat, back to back, with the limb, her prized possession.
As Kat shrieks to the heavens, Chloe having captured her foe in a Fujiwara Armbar, the crowd immediately chants ‘TAP…TAP…TAP’.
Fujiwara Armbar ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ualv9qdgd3Y )
Threatening to wrench the limb out of the socket, the Upstart leeeans in the direction opposite the location where the arm is meant to be. Braddock howls in agony, Nick dropping in front of her and asking if the blonde wants to give.
There’s no discernible response from the erstwhile Cali Quake, the pain garnering every bit of her attention. Chrissy’s protégé screams louder still when Fields adds some violent bouncing to the submission. But Braddock manages to spin on her chest enough to bring her left leg within range of draping over the bottom rope. As she does, Kat wails for release. Strawberry grants it at a tardy ‘FOUR’, the thirst for a Mania victory pushing her to the edge of disqualification.
Released and cradling her throbbing arm tight, Kat rolls out under the bottom cable. She backs away from the edge of the ring, folding her aching arm close as she curses not so much under her breath at the rampaging Pink Dream.
The ponytailed brunette rebounds off the opposite ropes and sprints toward liftoff of another Suicide Dive before pulling up short, Kat cowering as she dips to avoid any incoming. Finding no Fields soaring over the top, she raises her gaze to find Chloe chirpily chatting from above.
“You demanded this match, blondie. And now you’re getting more of it than you can handle.”
Mortified by the truth, Braddock shouts at Castle to get Fields away from the ropes. Nick asks kindly and the Upstart obeys, though there’s a little grumble sneaking from between her lips.
Kat ascends the steps and slips one leg through then the second. Safely in, she circles with Chloe in pursuit. Making no more than a quarter turn of the ring and with Fields about to attack, Braddock slips her head and torso between the top and middle ropes and orders Castle to keep Strawberry off.
Before Nick can be generous, Chloe snatches Braddock’s unharmed limb and tugs her foe back into the battleground, shoving Braddock to center stage. The high energy sweetheart races to the ropes and rebounds toward a wobbling Braddock. She leaps legs-first toward the reeling blonde, lower limbs again encircling the head of her rival. Acrobatics on display, Chloe whips Kat through a front flip via a running hurricarana.
Running Hurricarana ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=2--EeI9MXjU ) 00:14
The Brat’s backbone BANGS off the deck, Braddock rolling up to her knees where she reaches for the ache in her spinal column.
With Chloe leading the crowd in a rhythmic clap that echoes through the arena, Kat forces to her feet and advances as best her drunken stride allows until she’s withing arm’s length when Fields pivots into a superkick THRUST into the chin of the flaxen-haired fireplug. Kat’s eyes roll white, her body going rigid from the crisp connection. She timbers to the canvas, ending in a wide spreadeagle at the Upstart’s feet.
But instead of going for the pin, the ponytailed brunette rushes to the nearest corner. She scales the buckles in the blink of an eye, turning to face her target and LAUNChES high into the Orlando airspace.
At the top of her arc, Chloe tugs her legs in tight and descends in her Strawberry Cannonball, exploding into the plush open tummy of the curvy blonde, Kat impaled by both knees. The bony caps flush every bit of oxygen from Braddock’s lungs, The Brat sighing weakly as she goes flaccid beneath Fields.
Chloe pivots and remains balled, facing forward atop Braddock’s chest, palms pressing against Kat’s biceps while she kneels on the chest of the buxom beach fighter for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Again, Chrissy’s protégé digs deep, using Chloe’s less than stable position to roll her foe off and get a shoulder scraped off the deck, saving herself once again to the consternation of the crowd. Chloe burbles her lips in frustration, sneaking a glance at Nick who holds up two fingers. Strawberry nods and realizes she must up the ante on the faltering but tenacious Braddock.
Pushing to her feet, Chloe sidles to a corner and waits for the bewildered blonde to reach vertical. It takes a dozen seconds before the beleaguered Brat reaches her boot soles, staggering through a turn as she tries to find the pink flash that’s been plaguing her.
The feisty fireplug finally finds Chloe and she staggers toward the charging Upstart. Kat misses with a haphazard swipe of a clothesline, allowing the slender brunette to use the offered arm to swing around her foe and end strapped horizontally across the Brat’s back, ready to dispatch the blonde once and finally with her Fields’ Day.
Fields’ Day ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FOZFZboqdY )
But before Chloe can follow through on her Destroyer and piledrive the crown of Kat’s skull THROUGH the canvas, the strength of Braddock emerges, controlling the attempted spin of the acrobat, instead SANDWICHING Chloe into the mat with a nasty, ring-rattling Samoan Drop.
Samoan Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=WX5Map2TsgI )
As the short-circuited Upstart shudders on the canvas from the extreme reversal of fortune, The Brat tries to recover from the extended onslaught of the Pink Dream. Slowly, she pushes her way to vertical, shaking her senses back into place as Fields does likewise a couple ticks behind.
Unfortunately for the Upstart, she’s turned away from the approaching Kat who latches onto Chloe’s head with a ¾ facelock over a shoulder and YANKS Fields into an over-the-knee back catastrophe courtesy the Braddock-breaker.
Braddock-breaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZeRRrU4tOBI ) 00:30
With a wincing Strawberry suffering from the damage to her vertebrae, Kat passes on a possible pin, instead forcing Fields to rise then bullying her foe to a corner. There she dips and DRIVES a set of three shoulderblocks into the taut abs of the Upstart. With Chloe folded and gasping, Kat works quickly, looping one tawny leg over the middle rope on one side, then doing likewise on the opposite.
With Chloe in a very vulnerable position, the blonde jogs to the opposite corner, spins, and races toward her pleading victim, Braddock delivering a vicious version of the Sand Blaster, a Shattered Dreams-style dropkick to Chloe’s kitty that has the crowd groaning in unison and Fields sobbing, as her hands shoot to the juncture of her thighs.
Strawberry tumbles free of her confinement, ending in a whimpering, curdled shell, desperately collapsing around her pulsating pussy. But the resurgent blonde is having none of a potential revival. She dips her right hand into Fields’ ponytail and hauls the Upstart to her feet.
Tugging the dipped head of Strawberry into a front facelock, Braddock grabs a handful of pink trunks at Chloe’s hip. The FAWNatics plead for an escape, but the brunette’s pigeon-toed stance shows no reversal is coming. Braddock pulls the slender Fields into a cradled position against her chest and lap.
It’s a lightning-flash of a lay out and Braddock SPIKES Chloe’s cranium with her brutal Kat Nap (Cradle DDT).
Kat Nap ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYABwz8Xi44 )
The silenced fans know very well Chloe won’t be getting up without smelling salts after that impact and they watch sorrowfully as Kat climbs aboard the splayed Fields for the lateral press, hooking a leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
The Brat disdainfully tosses the lifeless limb away and works at a crick in her neck, the blonde showing the battle scars Strawberry delivered. She pushes to her feet and nearly takes a tumble, still woozy from the war with the vanquished Upstart.
Kat calls for a microphone and receives one from a cowed attendant.
“I told you, Christian. Give me the damn ball and I’ll run it down these girls’ throats!”
Kat drops the stick and plants a boot atop the tummy of the starfished Chloe, Berry still out cold, coming up short against Braddock in the battle for attention from the powers that be.
Adding to the dire straits, Bethany’s refusing her calls. Hell, even Avery’s been ghosting for the last few months, the Christians apparently concerned she’s getting more of the spotlight than the Baby Boss.
Tonight, called for extreme measures. She had to step outside the bounds. Seek forgiveness for the offense after rather than request her rightful spot.
A promise to the audio man of a little tete et tete that would never happen and the beach fighter who’d gone from It Girl to perilously close to another forgotten It Girl, waits anxiously for her unscripted moment. Despite her young age, the clock is always ticking and there’s no better time for the alarm to go off than as the lead match on FAWN’s Night of Nights.
Without her fellow fireplug, The Brat is ready when the rattling sound of an earthquake turns the masses toward the upper stage. The boos begin in earnest even before the arena’s speakers transition to Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’, the unmistakable vibration of Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tearing through the air. A barrage of pyrotechnics explodes from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light.
Beautiful Girls (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ )
Once the song of the three-time World Champion Chrissy Daniel, the musical baton’s passed to her curvy, Gen Z Quake counterpart, the ill-mannered, ass-kicking blonde Brat moving to center stage. Kat Braddock settles and lets the hate wash over her, hazel eyes shut, grin blossoming.
KAT BRADDOCK:
She could guess the chaos and anger backstage having hijacked the biggest card of the year. Whatever the risk, it’s worth it. The buxom blonde strides down the ramp, casting an occasional glance from side to side, sneering at the mob who make their presence known in increasingly loud fashion. Alone. Without Chrissy. Without Avery. It felt right. Her time and hers alone.
The curvy Quake reaches the ring in her remarkably well-knit, green crocheted bikini. She sports green pads and black ankle boots to complete her gear.
Dawdling at the bottom of the ring steps, Kat collects a microphone and ascends, then enters, the co-rookie of 2019 claiming the ring as The Brat’s playground. She takes a slow look around the bowl. As Van Halen fades, the Cali girl breaks in with her own introduction, Braddock bringing the stick to her lips.
“Welcome to FAWNAMANIA bytches.”
The crowd can’t contain an expectant roar even if they did despise the Brat with a passion.
“There’s been a little change in plans, cockroaches. Tonight’s first Mania match isn’t brought to you by Bethany Christian. IT’S ALL ME!”
Braddock glances around the confused crowd.
“Consider yourself blessed to have the best match of the card first. It’s one that’s scheduled for one fall with a time limit of whatever the fuck I decide. From Newport Beach, California. Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at 123 pounds. The Brat that runs this place. KAT BRADDOCK!”
The arena echoes with enmity, the vocal and virulent distaste impressive for someone so early in her career.
The Cali Quake lets the shock of the audience sink in then draws the amplifier to parted lips.
“And who, might you wonder, is facing me? Good question. Bethy. Pick your damn poison because I’ll beat any putz you want to throw out here. Anybody.”
Silence is the immediate response.
“I said anybody you has-been!”
As Braddock opens to let another verbal salvo fly, the sound of Avril Lavigne’s ‘What the Hell’ ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQmEd_UeeIk&feature=player_embedded ) signals the arrival of the dimpled cutie whose loyal fan following has few rivals.
Despite her relegation to the same FAWN Dark showcases as Braddock, the FAWNatics remain steadfastly behind their striking Upstart. Fields strides from stage left, mostly ignoring the infectious pop beat, the crowd craning their necks toward the stage to gather an eyeful of the usually bubbly brunette and her return to the biggest of big-times.
The grappler sent to set things straight is a tawny wisp of a woman; all big dark doe eyes, darkened mane and cherubic girlish features. Chloe paces from one side of the stage to the other. Far from her days of accompanying her fluffy, pink teddy bear Straw Beary, this chick is ready for a rumble.
CHLOE FIELDS:
The diminutive Upstart skips her previous joyful gyrations, though she offers a few familiar pumped fists to the crowd in time with Avril’s accompaniment.
As she heads down the aisle, a slight grin and occasional slapped hand encourages the love from her very own Upstart Army. And it only grows when the ‘real’ ring announcer tries to match Kat’s enthusiasm for her foe’s arrival.
“And her opponent. From Boca Raton, Florida…standing 5 feet 2 inches and weighing in at 109 pounds…CHLOE…STRAWBERRY…FIELDS.”
If she’s left her carefree attitude behind, Fields remains dressed in a pink and black ruffled two piece with mini-skirt bottoms. Pink boots and pads sealing the deal. It’s attire that certainly meets the FAWNatics’ approval as it has so many times before.
As the organization’s resident angel reaches the ring, she takes a lap, making acquaintance with a few front row ticket purchasers. However, most of her attention remains on her opponent, her dark pools focused like lasers on Mania’s hijacker. Tonight’s match could not only mean winning on the grandest stage but landing the good side of the organization’s final word when it comes to booking.
Chloe reaches the steps and slowly saunters up, her music fading as she proceeds halfway down the length of the ring and slips through the ropes.
Fields moves to the nearest corner and climbs to the middle strands, looking out on the assembled Mania throng, giving the fans an ovation they quickly return, a familiar “CHLO-EEE” chant rippling through the masses as Strawberry’s attention turns toward a CHARGING KAT!
Chloe leaps off the cables, spinning in a 180 with a savage kick to the Brat’s left temple that sends Braddock staggering away. Kat’s sneak attack thwarted, and with Chloe right on her tail, Nick Castle excitedly calls for the bell, FAWNAMAINA’s first ever unscheduled match underway.
Fields grabs her flaxen-haired foe by a shoulder and spins Kat to face her, but Braddock brings a forearm with her, SLAMMING it into Chloe’s jaw. The slender, former Cirque de Soleil superstar is sent into a backpedal. The Pink Dream bounces off the rubber-coated steel and surges toward a charging Brat.
The agile Strawberry lifts an arm, wrapping it around Kat’s throat, and pirouettes around the short but curvy blonde, RIPPING Braddock off the deck with a sumptuous Slingblade.
Slingblade ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRQHRZt1m48 ).
Braddock’s back and skull THUMPS against the canvas-covered plywood. She bounces to a seated position, cradling the back of her cranium as she curses Fields’ quickness. Behind her, Chloe kips to her feet to a roar from the crowd. She claps her hands toward the FAWNatics, bringing them into her rhythm before moving to the Brat and ‘helping’ Braddock to her boot leather.
Though still wobbly, The Brat shoves the Pink Dream off. Fields uses the momentum to turn into the ropes, grab the top strand, and climb to a position on the middle cable then springboard into a roundhouse kick that connects cleanly, flooring the woman who’d hijacked FAWNamania.
Springboard Roundhouse Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFbcmW6XwJk )
With Braddock laid out, Chloe passes on the pin attempt, instead turning and rushing to the nearby buckles. She acrobatically scales the corner and spins to face the dazed blonde fireplug, Kat rising, oblivious to the poised Strawberry behind her. She turns to find her foe and discovers an airborne Chloe, Fields’ short but sinewy stems leading the way. Strawberry’s Missile Dropkick connects with Kat’s chest sending her tumbling in a back somersault away from the impact. At the end of the roll, and very much in need of a timeout, Kat crawls underneath the bottom rope and puts feet to arena floor.
Rattling some senses back into place, Braddock seems to realize she doesn’t want a Mania moment after all, not if Chloe is going to kick her ass around the ring. She dismissively waves her arm at the inside of the squared circle and turns tail, walking up the aisle, the crowd’s boos falling in a torrent.
Fields’ doe eyes look toward Castle who shrugs and begins his count, but Chloe apparently wants nothing to do with such a victory on the grandest stage. She scurries to ring’s edge and baseball slides beneath. Racing after the retreating Kat, she grabs Braddock by her long golden locks and spins her foe toward the ring, leading the caterwauling Brat back and throwing her into the ring under the bottom rope.
Braddock hops to her feet and tries to regain her bearings as Chloe enters. Strawberry doesn’t hesitate, sprinting toward her foe. The fireplug blonde pivots and collects Chloe on her hip, ready to sidewalk slam her way into the match, but Fields’ speed is too much to control for the fellow lightweight and Chloe flips and twists her way around Kat’s curvy frame, finally collecting The Brat’s head in a front facelock and POUNDING her skull into the canvas with a Tilt-A-Whirl DDT.
Tilt-A-Whirl DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=zigIfNnwtJk )
Kat’s lifeless frame ends on her back and an energized Chloe scrambles atop what’s left of Braddock for a HUGE win with the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
The potentially former California Quake shoves a shoulder up in the nick of time, Castle’s palm a few inches from the third slap.
Chloe looks at the official wistfully, hoping it was three, but Nick assures the Pink Dream with two raised fingers.
Next to her, Kat slowly pushes up to a knee but seems stuck there as she tries to regain her wits. On her feet, Chloe backpedals to the ropes and surges toward The Brat. She uses Kat’s raised knee as a pedestal and swings a nasty Shining Wizard kick toward Braddock’s left temple. But Kat’s able to duck her head under and Chloe’s pirouettes off Braddock without the destructive connection.
Fields turns to find her flaxen-haired target, but the beefier Kat is risen and coming. Braddock uses a shoulder to NAIL the slender brunette in the chest, sending Strawberry to her back with a blasting block. Kat looks down at the flattened Fields with satisfaction, finally setting the match on the proper course. But Chloe has different ideas, kipping her tawny stems up, her ankles lock around the neck of the golden-maned fireplug. The Pink Dream sends Braddock flipping to a crashing collision with the canvas courtesy her makeshift rana.
Kip-up rana ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7odo2JwPIQ )
Kat rolls through the impact, propping on a hip and elbow as she reaches for her lower spine with the opposite hand, grimacing in pain. She starts to scoot toward the ropes for another exit, but Chloe snatches her from behind by an ankle, pulling her back to middle. Reaching center stage, Braddock frees herself, kicking off Strawberry’s grip.
Braddock scrambles to her feet but only in time for a rushing Chloe to lead with her legs again, leaping into a head scissors with plans to send the fireplug flying again. But this time, Kat, who has plenty of power for a lightweight packed into her compact frame, isn’t budged by Chloe’s planned backflip. Instead, with Fields draped down her frame after the failed rana, Kat heaves Strawberry up to a seated position on her shoulders and POWERBOMBS the wide-eyed Chloe into the canvas, simultaneously rattling the ring with the impact and silencing the crowd.
Kat keeps control of the Pink Dream’s legs as Chloe’s upper body and arms lie flat against the mat for Castle to count out the ponytailed brunette with the…
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TWO…
NO!
Fields rolls a shoulder off the canvas, frustrating The Brat. A steamed Braddock tosses Chloe’s legs away, sending Fields flopping to her chest. Kat pushes to her feet and gets in Nick’s grill, accusing him of a vengeful vendetta placed in his earpiece by an upset boss. Castle shrugs and motions to a rising Chloe.
Kat takes the hint and turns her attention back to Fields, who’s made it to hands and knees. Braddock takes a forward-facing seat on her foe’s spine and cups her laced fingers under Chloe’s chin. She savagely works the lock, seemingly trying to twist Strawberry’s head free from her neck. Fields’ face is etched in pain, but with no leverage, there’s little she can do to change the situation. Kat works the hold to her heart’s content until raising her backside slightly and RAMMING it down into the base of Chloe’s vertebrae, sending Fields flat to the canvas.
Dismounting, a pleased Kat sinks a set of nails into Chloe’s long dark pony, pulling a yipping Strawberry to her feet. Braddock hairmares Chloe to the canvas, holding onto her handle through the throw in order to pull her up and repeat the process a second and third time.
Still holding on, The Brat exchanges her grip to a wrist and shoulder and bullies Chloe deep into the rubber-coated steel cables before sending her sprinting with an Irish Whip. As dangerous as a racing Fields is within the ring for any lightweight, Kat pays off her strategy by following to the middle and snatching Chloe out of mid-air when she tries to leapfrog the blonde. Braddock pivots with her cargo and tries to drive Strawberry THROUGH the canvas with a massive spinebuster.
Spinebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tFeskztH9HE )
With a shellshocked Chloe splayed within Kat’s control, Castle dives to the deck and slaps the canvas for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
Chloe shoves a shoulder up, frustrating The Brat once more.
A furious Braddock slaps Strawberry’s tawny tummy hard enough to leave an almost instantaneous welt, drawing a yip of pain from Fields. The brunette swaddles her midriff with one arm for protection against another blistering open hand attack. Instead, Kat latches a hand around Chloe’s dark ponytail and RIPS Fields to her feet as she rises.
The fireplug blonde turns a wincing Fields to face her, exchanging her grip on Chloe’s hair to her left wrist. She folds Strawberry’s arm back over her shoulder, clearing a path to her foe’s blood pumper then sending a THUMPING head butt to the cleft of Chloe’s chest, RAMMING her noggin into Fields’ heart.
The Upstart’s dark eyes cross as her coronary muscle skips a beat from the battery. Chloe’s slender stems go rubbery and it takes The Brat to keep her opponent upright, scooping her arms under those of the brunette. Kat transfers her grip to a tight embrace around Chloe’s abdomen, swallowing Chloe’s bosom within her own as she squeezes the oxygen from the fans’ favorite.
“Not a good idea to get in the way of what I want,” Braddock growls, nose to nose with a grimacing, gasping Fields, Kat making it more and more difficult to breathe as she cinches her bearhug tight.
Strawberry tries to respond verbally but doesn’t have the air to manage, nor does she have the leverage to remain grounded when the blonde launches her overhead with a snappy belly-to-belly suplex that delivers Chloe harshly to the canvas, spinal column THWACKING against the deck. Fields’ face is etched in pain as she reaches a hand toward her bruised backbone.
Braddock kips to her feet, surprising the crowd with the athleticism she packed into her plush, fireplug frame.
“Just because I eat a burger,” Kat shouts at the crowd, “doesn’t mean I can’t get all flippy-floppy like the twig over there.”
Braddock strides to the seated Fields, approaching from her blind spot. The blonde genuflects a pointed knee between Strawberry’s shoulderblades and wraps her hands around either side of the Upstart’s braincase. The Brat twists Chloe’s noggin like she’s trying to unscrew it from her foe’s neck, wrenching with the chin lock until Nick feels compelled to ask if the Pink Dream wants to quit.
Chloe squeaks out a high-pitched ‘NO’ and the ref waves his hands.
Mistake,” Braddock whispers in the ear of her Mania adversary. She halves her grip and POUNDS the point of an elbow into the crown of Chloe’s cranium. With the Upstart in a glassy-eyed daze, Kat pushes to her feet and races to the cables behind Fields. The Brat hits the ropes and rebounds, taking off in a low dive as she approaches her target.
Kat snatches Fields’ head from behind as she front flips over a shoulder, landing gracefully in a roll as she POUNDS Chloe’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a nasty neck snap.
Neck Snap ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1CLqy9I87w )
As Kat deftly pops to her feet and bows toward the sellout crowd, drawing a raft of jeers for the erstwhile Cali Quake, Chloe snaps back from the impact, flopping to a wide spreadeagle, dark doe eyes staring blankly at the rafters.
A smirking Kat moves next to the splayed Strawberry and pushes to a handstand next to her foe. The Brat turns in a 180 on her hands then drops across Chloe’s trim, tawny midriff with a double knee drop, Braddock having tucked into a shapely bowling ball to the belly. Chloe jackknifes on either side before breathlessly faltering flat to the canvas.
The curvy Cali powder keg leisurely moves to a schoolgirl pin, her knees bracketing Chloe’s temples, the Upstart’s chin tight to the flaxen-haired fighter’s crotch. With her shins pressing against Field’s trapped biceps, Kat watches as Castle slides down and slaps the canvas for the…
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TWO…
Riding a bit too high to fully control the stubborn Strawberry, Kat is bucked off when the Pink Dream answers the dreams of the audience, Chloe flexing her sinewy legs and pelvis enough to send The Brat flopping over the Upstart’s head, ending on hands and knees just above. Thinking quickly, Braddock tries to drop her full cheeks atop the babyface of the former Cirque de Soleil star, but Fields rolls out range of the attempt at a facesitting smother.
A perturbed Kat adjusts her trunks as she rises, turning and sneering at Fields, Chloe pushing to her feet from all fours and staggering to the ropes behind her. She hangs on for dear life to remain upright, her feeble state drawing a charge from The Brat. Braddock stampedes toward the faltering Strawberry, but as the fireplug blonde is about to squash the slender brunette against the cables, Chloe dips, pulling the top rope down with her and Kat flies over the top cable, careening off the apron’s edge before hitting the thinly-padded cement of the FAWN Arena floor.
For the first time in seemingly forever, the FAWNatics have something to cheer about, and the noise grows as a huffing Fields lifts her right arm and motions like she’s twirling a lasso, egging on Mania multitude.
Heading to the far ropes, the Upstart is suddenly at full speed on the rebound, a couple gears above what Braddock can manage. She soars over the uppermost strand as Braddock reaches her feet, PLOWING into the former beach fighter with a Suicide Dive that sends Kat’s spine CRACKING into the steel barricade behind her.
Landing on her boot soles, Chloe pumps a fist to the audience, rallying her own version of the Upstart Army to her side. She hops to the canvas, continuing to rally her troops until a crumpled Kat starts to ascend, the blonde’s features racked in pain from her losing battle with the hardened steel.
With The Brat no more than a couple steps away from the metal divider, Chloe takes to her playground, the skies over Orlando, and delivers a perfect missile dropkick from the apron, her boots SLAMMING into the opulent bosom of the blonde. Kat is launched from the attack, hitting the metal barrier again but this time with such force she backflips into the front row, landing on a few lucky front row fans.
Discombobulated, Kat tries to regain her bearings while in the laps of some selfie-shooting FAWNatics. Meanwhile, aware of Castle’s climbing count and with no desire to win at Mania cheaply, the Pink Dream rolls in and out of the ring, back on the floor in no time flat.
She calls to some of the Upstart Army to help her out and they respond, maneuvering the shellshocked Quake next to the barricade, the side opposite their adorable leader.
While still beloved, after years of battles, Chloe’s become something altogether different than the wide-eyed, happy-go-lucky Strawberry. She sinks both sets of nails into the scalp of The Brat, pulling the struggling blonde over the top, keeping Kat horizontal until her foe’s ankles catch on the top of the steel barrier.
With Braddock’s fireplug frame stretched to its max from the steel pipe, Chloe shows the FAWNatics Mania is brought out the beast in Berry. She drops to her backside and POUNDS Kat’s face and forehead into the thinly-padded concrete with a makeshift and devastating sit-out facebuster.
Sit-out facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RmbPWZ0uh0 )
The crowd can’t help but groan in some sense of sympathy, even for The Brat, but they’re far from upset the Upstart’s seized control.
With Kat barely conscious between her outstretched stems, Fields realizes she’s fighting Castle’s clock.
She pulls the mostly deadweight of the curvy, compact blonde up, leaning the burbling Quake against her slender physique, ‘helping’ Braddock to the ring’s edge. Chloe stuffs her foe’s body under the bottom ropes at ‘EIGHT’ and joins her in the squared circle at ‘NINE’.
Braddock reaches one knee but can’t find the stamina to make it further, her bearings lost in a haze, The Brat setting herself up for Strawberry to race to the genuflecting former beach fighter and CRACK a kick across her right temple with the Shining Wizard. Kat timbers to the deck, ending on a shoulder and hip. Fields shoves the blasted Brat to her back, covering in a lateral press for the…
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TWO…
The blonde harnesses her strength, enough to shove Fields off and roll to her chest, pressing to all fours before the spinning in her head stops Kat at hands and knees. She shakes her noggin, desperate to rattle her senses back into place.
Making it to her knees, Braddock seems closer to rejoining the fight, but Chloe has other ideas, sprinting from a corner and leaping, her lithe lower limbs encircling Kat’s cranium. The Upstart spins to the deck and PLANTS Braddock’s face into the canvas with a brutal headscissors takedown that rescinds any progress Chrissy Daniel’s former protégé had made toward recovery.
Headscissors Takedown ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=drWQqgtBzig )
The impact sends The Brat flopping to her back and Chloe dives on top, the Mania crowd roaring to its feet in celebration of the Upstart’s enormous conquest with the slaps of…
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TWO…
And…THRNOOO!
Kat frustrates the FAWNatics by shoving a shoulder off the canvas and staying alive, avoiding the embarrassment of demanding a Mania match and coming up empty.
Still, the blonde’s dark eyes are cloudy, Chloe wresting control of the battle further and further in her direction. And it only continues when Braddock rolls to her chest and Strawberry scoots to a seat next to her. Snatching the former beach fighter’s left wrist with both hands, Fields leaps atop The Brat, back to back, with the limb, her prized possession.
As Kat shrieks to the heavens, Chloe having captured her foe in a Fujiwara Armbar, the crowd immediately chants ‘TAP…TAP…TAP’.
Fujiwara Armbar ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ualv9qdgd3Y )
Threatening to wrench the limb out of the socket, the Upstart leeeans in the direction opposite the location where the arm is meant to be. Braddock howls in agony, Nick dropping in front of her and asking if the blonde wants to give.
There’s no discernible response from the erstwhile Cali Quake, the pain garnering every bit of her attention. Chrissy’s protégé screams louder still when Fields adds some violent bouncing to the submission. But Braddock manages to spin on her chest enough to bring her left leg within range of draping over the bottom rope. As she does, Kat wails for release. Strawberry grants it at a tardy ‘FOUR’, the thirst for a Mania victory pushing her to the edge of disqualification.
Released and cradling her throbbing arm tight, Kat rolls out under the bottom cable. She backs away from the edge of the ring, folding her aching arm close as she curses not so much under her breath at the rampaging Pink Dream.
The ponytailed brunette rebounds off the opposite ropes and sprints toward liftoff of another Suicide Dive before pulling up short, Kat cowering as she dips to avoid any incoming. Finding no Fields soaring over the top, she raises her gaze to find Chloe chirpily chatting from above.
“You demanded this match, blondie. And now you’re getting more of it than you can handle.”
Mortified by the truth, Braddock shouts at Castle to get Fields away from the ropes. Nick asks kindly and the Upstart obeys, though there’s a little grumble sneaking from between her lips.
Kat ascends the steps and slips one leg through then the second. Safely in, she circles with Chloe in pursuit. Making no more than a quarter turn of the ring and with Fields about to attack, Braddock slips her head and torso between the top and middle ropes and orders Castle to keep Strawberry off.
Before Nick can be generous, Chloe snatches Braddock’s unharmed limb and tugs her foe back into the battleground, shoving Braddock to center stage. The high energy sweetheart races to the ropes and rebounds toward a wobbling Braddock. She leaps legs-first toward the reeling blonde, lower limbs again encircling the head of her rival. Acrobatics on display, Chloe whips Kat through a front flip via a running hurricarana.
Running Hurricarana ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=2--EeI9MXjU ) 00:14
The Brat’s backbone BANGS off the deck, Braddock rolling up to her knees where she reaches for the ache in her spinal column.
With Chloe leading the crowd in a rhythmic clap that echoes through the arena, Kat forces to her feet and advances as best her drunken stride allows until she’s withing arm’s length when Fields pivots into a superkick THRUST into the chin of the flaxen-haired fireplug. Kat’s eyes roll white, her body going rigid from the crisp connection. She timbers to the canvas, ending in a wide spreadeagle at the Upstart’s feet.
But instead of going for the pin, the ponytailed brunette rushes to the nearest corner. She scales the buckles in the blink of an eye, turning to face her target and LAUNChES high into the Orlando airspace.
At the top of her arc, Chloe tugs her legs in tight and descends in her Strawberry Cannonball, exploding into the plush open tummy of the curvy blonde, Kat impaled by both knees. The bony caps flush every bit of oxygen from Braddock’s lungs, The Brat sighing weakly as she goes flaccid beneath Fields.
Chloe pivots and remains balled, facing forward atop Braddock’s chest, palms pressing against Kat’s biceps while she kneels on the chest of the buxom beach fighter for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
Again, Chrissy’s protégé digs deep, using Chloe’s less than stable position to roll her foe off and get a shoulder scraped off the deck, saving herself once again to the consternation of the crowd. Chloe burbles her lips in frustration, sneaking a glance at Nick who holds up two fingers. Strawberry nods and realizes she must up the ante on the faltering but tenacious Braddock.
Pushing to her feet, Chloe sidles to a corner and waits for the bewildered blonde to reach vertical. It takes a dozen seconds before the beleaguered Brat reaches her boot soles, staggering through a turn as she tries to find the pink flash that’s been plaguing her.
The feisty fireplug finally finds Chloe and she staggers toward the charging Upstart. Kat misses with a haphazard swipe of a clothesline, allowing the slender brunette to use the offered arm to swing around her foe and end strapped horizontally across the Brat’s back, ready to dispatch the blonde once and finally with her Fields’ Day.
Fields’ Day ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FOZFZboqdY )
But before Chloe can follow through on her Destroyer and piledrive the crown of Kat’s skull THROUGH the canvas, the strength of Braddock emerges, controlling the attempted spin of the acrobat, instead SANDWICHING Chloe into the mat with a nasty, ring-rattling Samoan Drop.
Samoan Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=WX5Map2TsgI )
As the short-circuited Upstart shudders on the canvas from the extreme reversal of fortune, The Brat tries to recover from the extended onslaught of the Pink Dream. Slowly, she pushes her way to vertical, shaking her senses back into place as Fields does likewise a couple ticks behind.
Unfortunately for the Upstart, she’s turned away from the approaching Kat who latches onto Chloe’s head with a ¾ facelock over a shoulder and YANKS Fields into an over-the-knee back catastrophe courtesy the Braddock-breaker.
Braddock-breaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZeRRrU4tOBI ) 00:30
With a wincing Strawberry suffering from the damage to her vertebrae, Kat passes on a possible pin, instead forcing Fields to rise then bullying her foe to a corner. There she dips and DRIVES a set of three shoulderblocks into the taut abs of the Upstart. With Chloe folded and gasping, Kat works quickly, looping one tawny leg over the middle rope on one side, then doing likewise on the opposite.
With Chloe in a very vulnerable position, the blonde jogs to the opposite corner, spins, and races toward her pleading victim, Braddock delivering a vicious version of the Sand Blaster, a Shattered Dreams-style dropkick to Chloe’s kitty that has the crowd groaning in unison and Fields sobbing, as her hands shoot to the juncture of her thighs.
Strawberry tumbles free of her confinement, ending in a whimpering, curdled shell, desperately collapsing around her pulsating pussy. But the resurgent blonde is having none of a potential revival. She dips her right hand into Fields’ ponytail and hauls the Upstart to her feet.
Tugging the dipped head of Strawberry into a front facelock, Braddock grabs a handful of pink trunks at Chloe’s hip. The FAWNatics plead for an escape, but the brunette’s pigeon-toed stance shows no reversal is coming. Braddock pulls the slender Fields into a cradled position against her chest and lap.
It’s a lightning-flash of a lay out and Braddock SPIKES Chloe’s cranium with her brutal Kat Nap (Cradle DDT).
Kat Nap ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYABwz8Xi44 )
The silenced fans know very well Chloe won’t be getting up without smelling salts after that impact and they watch sorrowfully as Kat climbs aboard the splayed Fields for the lateral press, hooking a leg for the…
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TWO…
THREEE!
The Brat disdainfully tosses the lifeless limb away and works at a crick in her neck, the blonde showing the battle scars Strawberry delivered. She pushes to her feet and nearly takes a tumble, still woozy from the war with the vanquished Upstart.
Kat calls for a microphone and receives one from a cowed attendant.
“I told you, Christian. Give me the damn ball and I’ll run it down these girls’ throats!”
Kat drops the stick and plants a boot atop the tummy of the starfished Chloe, Berry still out cold, coming up short against Braddock in the battle for attention from the powers that be.